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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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where its just a day in the life of being the adopted daughter of the BLACK WIDOW her picking us up and training us, trying to bonb with us

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Natasha met you post-Black Widow. She was helping out Yelena with freeing the Widows’ when she came across you.

You were a teen at the time - but still brainwashed. Thankfully because of your age you hadn’t been brainwashed into doing anything too bad yet, but you were almost finished with your training.

Something struck Natasha when she saw you. Looking back on it, she assumes it was the fact that like her and Yelena, you had been put into the Red Room at a young age, and you were the first teen they saw while on these various missions.

While she was okay with fighting the other Widows’, it was hard for Natasha to fight you. At the time, she brushed it off as not wanting to hurt a kid, but she knew that she was taking a liking to you.

Which was why, when Yelena managed to free you, and you told them that you had nowhere to go, Natasha felt the need to do something about it. Unlike the other Widows’ who were adults, you couldn’t go out into the world alone and, after talking with Yelena, Natasha decided to take you along with her.

It wasn’t adoption per say, at least at first, but it was close enough.

You jumped at the opportunity to tag along with Natasha and while Yelena continued the Widows’ mission, Natasha took you back to Melina’s house., where you met Melina and Alexei.

You were wary around them at first, clinging to Natasha, but you warmed up.

However, it wasn’t long before Natasha had to go on the run again. She offered you the chance to stay there with Melina and Alexei but you had grown very close to Natasha and wanted to come with her.

So, you did.

It was difficult, escaping authority and having to constantly be moving, but it in a way it strengthened yours and Natasha’s bond. You guys got closer and learned to work together — as fighting partners as well as mother/daughter.

Which was why, not having known your biological parents or where they were, the word ‘mom’ easily fell off her lips.

It happened when you guys were eating take-out in your latest house. Natasha had passed you the water pitcher and “thanks, mom” just came so naturally.

For a second, you didn’t realize what you had said, until you looked up to see Natasha staring at you with wide eyes.

Then, it hit you. Holy shit my god. Had you just said that?? What just happened?

You got scared that Natasha would react badly, but it was the opposite. A huge grin broke out on her face and even happy tears of pure joy.

When you asked her what was going on, she said: “I’ve never been a mother.”

That’s when you smiled and hugged her and you officially agreed on becoming mother and daughter.

Natasha was worried on being a mother at first, scared that she messed it up, but after reassurance from Melina via a phone call, she fell into the role naturally.

She became much more protective.

Not that you minded.

This went on until the Avengers called upon Natasha to fight Thanos.

She brought you along with her and the team was thoroughly stunned.

“wHO ArE yOU???”

“NATASHAAAA”

Yeah, it was chaotic.

You weren’t fazed though and quickly befriended Wanda and attempted to befriend Vision.

Steve and Sam also became like uncles.

Tony was a bit more difficult because you initially blamed him for you and Natasha on the run, so you were distant at first.

You were also kinda disappointed that Clint wasn’t there. You had wanted to meet him (and Natasha wanted you to meet him) after the stories you heard.

Nonetheless, you went to Wakanda and that’s where you met Bucky. It wasn’t long before he became another uncle.

You absolutely loved fighting alongside Okoye and meeting Shuri. You were fascinated by her technology.

You also kicked ass on the battlefield.

But then . . . You lost.

You watched Bucky disappear and even though you hadn’t known him for nearly as long as Natasha and Steve did, you still felt great pain.

Then you learned to that Sam and Wanda had gotten snapped and it got worse.

The days leading after were some of the most difficult days ever.

It was the first time you had to be strong for your mom, seeing as she had lost her friends too, and you panicked at first.

But you had been her daughter for awhile now and you knew what to do. You hugged Natasha and was there for her.

In the months coming, you helped the reminding heroes rebuild the world and you eventually joined the Avengers under your mother’s lead.

You also met Clint but it wasn’t a happy meeting, really, since he had lost his family.

You continued on as an Avenger with Natasha by your side. You met Carol and she was like an aunt and was amazing.

Things started to turn on the bright side when one day Natasha walked in with a genuine smile and held papers.

You could only guess what they were for at first, but quickly was shown and freaked out (a happy freak out) after.

Adoption papers.

You jumped and yelled and screamed and cheered, unbelievably happy that this was becoming official official.

You were Natasha’s daughter.

While the past few years had been difficult, this made it all worth it. You didn’t know where you’d be without Natasha and she was always with you.

Eventually, the team had a plan to defeat Thanos.

Which felt liked a miracle.

Natasha lives because I say so.

You and her got to tag-team Thanos’ enemies.

Literally the best team since Clint and Nat.

(Clint was jealous)

Then, you got everyone back!

You were SO happy to see Bucky, Sam, and Wanda again, and so was Natasha.

After you all reunited and the world went back to semi-normal, you and Natasha visited Yelena, Alexei, and Melina who were beyond happy to see you both.

Things started to turn up again and you were so grateful to have Nat at your side.

She was the best mom EVER.

Always looking out for you and protecting you

If any of the other Avengers made the slightest of snide comments, she was on them like a bloodhound

She always reminded you to hydrate and was always asking you how you were doing

It was hard to believe that she hadn’t had any experience with children before

Well, she had, with Clint’s kids, but still

Speaking of Clint’s kids, they all looked to you like an older cousin

But getting back to Natasha

She insisted that only she would train with you, not trusting the team to not injure you (besides, she knew you best)

You loved training with Natasha too

She always made it fun, putting on music and stuff

It helped you had similar music tastes

She also would always gush to anyone but really Clint, Sam, or Bucky on how cute and adorable you were

And they definitely agreed

One time during movie night you fell asleep with your head on Nat’s shoulder

She was so happy

Made Bucky take a picture

But she did feel a little bad because you must be tired

So she carried you to your room and put you to bed, kissing you goodnight

You had missed out on a childhood so it was nice for your mom to bring you to bed

All in all Natasha was the best thing to happen to you

Despite it being tough, you were thankful for every second of it

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soukokuwu · 4 years

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✢ genre; pairing. angst; dazai x reader ✢ warnings; word count. a lot of suicidal thoughts, mentions of suicide; 976 ✢ synopsis. you write a letter to your boyfriend ✢ author notes. this was mostly self-indulgent, i was thinking of writing for a few bsd boys, but first, have this one for dazai! i tried my best with it, i hope y’all like this!! let me know what you guys think <3

To my dear sunshine,

I love being yours.

You’ve never said this to me, but I want to say it to you: I love you.

I don’t know why you’re even with someone like me when you clearly can do so much better, but I thank god everyday that I am able to be your girlfriend.

I love the way you hold my hand. Never too tight, like you were afraid of my bones breaking. But not too loose that I can escape you. I love the way you put your arm round my shoulder and rest your head on top of mine. I can just feel your hair tickling my ear, sometimes replaced by your breaths because you know that’s my sensitive spot and you like to make me squirm.

I love the way you kissed me. For a flirt I always thought you’d be rough with me. You know, those kind of kisses that manage to knock the breath out of your lungs and gets you seeing stars in your eyes? Surprisingly, our first kiss was more than gentle. And more than patient. It was weird though, because I thought you kissed me out of… desperation? Disillusionment? I didn’t think it was possible for someone I looked up to as much as you to even carry feelings for someone like me. But you did.

I love the way you loved me. And you know what’s funny? I always used to need some kind of verbal validation that my (ex)boyfriends loved me. I always asked them: do you love me? But you? I never asked you.

At first I thought it was because I was scared that you’d say you weren’t sure or maybe I just didn’t want to risk pressuring you and driving you away. But I realised something, somewhere throughout our relationship. I never asked you, because I already knew.

Because although you never told me, you always showed me.

I know, Osa.

I know how you always set your alarm half an hour earlier than mine just to get up to make me coffee and bread. (You don’t even show up in time for your own work but you always make sure I get what I need before I go to work.)

Thank you.

I know how much you hate dogs, but you helped me take care of mine. I remember how you played with her, and I know how you remembered to buy her food when I was being a bad owner. God, you even helped me bury her. And you hate dogs.

But you love me, don’t you?

You don’t have to tell me. I know.

Thank you.

There’s so many more things you did for me, and believe me, Osa. I am so grateful for everything you did for me. And please don’t go blaming yourself, okay? If anything, you were the one thing I was grateful for in my life.

So I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I can’t take this anymore. I honestly have been hovering over this for a while. It’s always been in the back of my mind. Because everyday I feel stuck. I tried my best, baby, please believe me. I tried my best to see the good in things, but I’m tired. Of getting hurt, of trying to feel better only to get shot down all the time.

I’m just so, so tired.

I look at my friends and I feel like I’m just an outsider looking in. I always feel like I don’t belong, even if I try. I look at my job and I feel so unhappy. No matter what I do it will always just be another thing that brings me down. I look at my parents and think they’ll do better without me. After all, I bet I’m the reason they’re unhappy in the first place anyway. I look at pictures of my grandparents and I just wish I was with them up there. I look at you and I just feel so guilty. I’m a hypocrite, aren’t I?

I just feel like no matter how hard I try, nothing will ever get better. And I’ve lost faith that it ever will. Maybe this is me being selfish, being whiny, being a horrible human being ‘til the end. But maybe now I don’t care anymore. Because living is hard. It’s so, so hard. And Osa I feel so, so scared.

You know what’s the worst part?

I know I’ll feel even more disappointed if I wake up.

...

Will you allow me to be greedy one last time, baby?

Please don’t give up on yourself. I know I’m not one to talk. But Osa, I meant everything I ever said to you. I meant it when I said I think you’re better than you give yourself credit for. I meant it when I said you’re one of the most amazing, charming people I’ve ever met. You left such a dark place to venture into the light, and I know you still don’t see yourself as a good person. But you are to me.

Give yourself some credit, okay?

Osa, you’re one of the reasons why I’m grateful to have lived at all. If not I wouldn’t have experienced what it was like to really be loved.

I’m just… I’m sorry for being this way. I guess maybe I ask for too much, and I’m sorry you got caught up in my mess —

oh, you just sent me a text —

See you tomorrow, belladonna~

Let me just tell you I smiled.

Please forgive me for lying to you this last time okay? Please let me sleep to the idea that I’ll wake up to you and that I’ll be happy when I do because nothing else in my life has to matter.

Goodnight, Osa.

‘Til we meet again.

Forever yours, Your belladonna

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jordanstrophe · 3 years

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Going Once, Going Twice, part 4

I kid you not, I have re-written this 3 TIMES. I hope I didn’t overlook something *I’m excited to write the next one though*

CW: Whump, Pet Whump, Trauma, Manhandling, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, Restraints, Implied Abuse

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Robert pulled up to his home, he glanced at the boy in the back of his truck. Poor thing was exhausted... He was fast asleep in the back, bundled up in his coat with his shackled wrists. He really should have taken those shackles off, but after getting his shoulder bitten, he didn’t want to scare him anymore, or risk losing a finger.

He opened the door as quietly as possible, and gently lifted him in his arms. He didn’t even stir as he was carried into his house. It was one story with a basement, even after his inheritance, he refused to move, as he always loved this place. He only fixed it up a bit and installed a nice kitchen for all his cooking dreams, it was also next to a childhood friend as well, so bonus points.

He unfortunately didn’t have a spare room, so he was just going to tuck him up in his own bed, and crash in his favorite recliner and call it a night. He pushed open the door to his bedroom with his foot, accidently jostling the man in the process, who slowly blinked to awareness. His eyes shot open.

Wait, where was he? Was he being carried? Who was carrying him?!

He let out a yelp, trying desperately to kick his way out of the man’s grasp. “Woah there!” Robert called, as Peter managed to kick his feet out from his arm, but Robert kept a firm hold on his chest. His feet hit the ground and he tried to slink out of the man’s arms, but Robert’s strength kept him held against his chest.

“Easy, it’s okay! I’m not going to hurt you, calm down!” Robert tried, as Peter cried and struggled. Finally, all the frustration and exhaustion hit him, as he let out one last desperate cry, before falling limp.

Robert slid down onto his knees with him still in his arms, this was wrong... His first step into his home and this is how he’s being treated. He was manhandling someone who was traumatized. “I.. I’m sorry.” Robert huffed, holding the hyperventilating boy in his arms. “Sshh... It’s okay. I’m going to let you go now. I’m sorry...” He released his grasp, as Peter used whatever energy he had left to scamper away.

The closest thing was the bed, as his instincts forced him to crawl underneath as far as he could push himself and tried to catch his breath. “Oh no no no... Sweetheart...” Robert sighed, flopping into his chest on the floor, trying to coax the boy out with an outstretched hand.

“I know you’re scared and exhausted. Trust me, I am too. But I can’t let you sleep under there, please come out so we can get some proper rest, okay?” He knew It probably wouldn’t work, but it was worth a shot. Peter glanced back at him with fearful eyes, too upset to budge from his spot.

Peter hugged himself under the bed. He was being so so disobedient. He couldn’t believe he wasn’t yanked out and beaten half to death for his disrespect. The man paid an unholy amount for him, so why was he being so patient? He felt terrible, and cursed his behavior.

Robert wondered if he should just leave him there for the night and crash himself. But no. He had to take care of this boy now, and he wasn’t going to be lazy about it. He inched over as quietly as he could until he could reach him. He gently placed a hand on his shoulder. The most Peter could react was a very sad little murmur and a flinch.

“Everything is okay.” He whispered, slowly pulling him closer, and closer. “Can you come out for me?’’ He soothed. Peter gave in, he was tired, and scared, and knew all the man had to do was grab him.

“I’m s-sorry!” He yelled. He wasn’t going to cry, he was going to be respectful and give his master what was owed. “I’m s-so sorry! I know I’ve been t-terrible for you, I d-didn’t mean t-to... I even bit you, and that’s unforgivable!” He cursed himself. “Oh sweetheart...” Robert muttered. “You’re not bad, you’re just scared, there’s a difference. You didn’t hurt me either, you just took a chunk out of that coat.” Robert chuckled, brushing the hair from his face.

He took his hand, as Peter cringed, waiting for a punishment. Instead, the shackles popped off and fell away from his bruised wrists, as Robert tossed them into the trash. “I.. But-.” “-Sssh, no buts. It’s off to bed with you now.” He smiled. He took his hand and pulled him up into the bed.

He pushed the heavy blankets down with a knee, and laid him in the plush bed. He whimpered and looked up at him pitifully, clutching the coat to his chest tightly. “It’s alright, you can keep the coat.” Robert smiled. “I’m in the next room if you need anything. Goodnight.” He said, sitting up and turning the light off, before heading straight to his recliner, and passing out himself.

The unwanted sun rose soon after, Robert crept over and quietly opened the door. Peter was still fast asleep, hugging the coat tightly with a peaceful expression. Thank goodness...

He pondered what to make for breakfast, it was his first morning, technically his first time meeting him too, without him being half asleep, or his teeth sunken into his shoulder... Peter had been through a lot, that much was clear. He was only going to be there for a week, not to his knowledge... But he was going to do his best to make him comfortable and happy.

He cracked some eggs and bacon onto a stove, and even decided last second to also make some pancakes. After some time, he glanced back at the bedroom. The door was... open!?

“Peter?” Robert called, trying not to let the panic leak in his voice. He ran out of the kitchen towards the open door, but startled himself when he found Peter pressed against the wall, cowering. His face said he had just woken up, but he had some energy now, it seems his fear got turned into curiosity.

He dropped to his knees instantly, still holding the coat in his arms. “Good morning... Master.” He mumbled. It felt so wrong to call someone else master then his previous one. “Good morning.” He smiled, giving himself a moment for the adrenaline to wear off.

“Come on up off the floor. You got up at the perfect time! Breakfast is ready.” Robert lifted him to his feet and steadied him by his arm.

The kitchen was gorgeous, spotless, marble countertops, golden background, hundreds of pots, tools, equipment selectively in their place, and colorful plants lining the windowsill. There was a small table in the center, with a couple of high chairs around it. Robert was a very tall man, so the chairs were quite towering.

Peter looked up at him for confirmation, as Robert nodded with a smile. He tried to hop up onto the chair, but failed a couple of times. “Is it alright if I help you?” Robert asked, as Peter ceased his attempts with embarrassment. He nodded shamefully, as Robert took his arm and gave him a boost up. He set a plate full of delicious smelling food in front of him. He gasped, covering his mouth, glancing up and down between the food and Robert, who gave him a sweet smile. “It’s all yours.” He said.

Every bite was divine, with every bite he felt more and more guilty that he didn’t deserve it. The man paid an unholy amount for him, but was also being so patient with him.

Why?

“So! Peter, is there uhh, any hobbies you like? Something I can get for you?” Robert asked. “Oh! I like... Being useful, I guess.. Master.” He replied. Robert stopped and glanced up at him. “It’s okay, you don’t have to call me that. It makes me feel like some tyranny.” He laughed. “Is calling me Robert, or Mr. McAllen okay?” He asked. “O-f course. It’s whatever you prefer, Mr. McAllen.” Using his first name felt wrong on so many levels.

“Maybe you would like to try painting, or music. I personally love woodcarving. I used to sell some awhile back.” He smiled.

Yes, yes... He knew it was only a week. But he seemed like such a sweet young man who never got to have fun and express himself. Maybe he should run to the store and buy him a bunch of things, can’t say no until you’ve tried them all!

Oh no.

It was happening.

He was starting to bond with him

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romeulusroy · 3 years

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Vulcan (Arthur Shelby Oneshot) Pt. 2/12

Character/s: Arthur

Word Count: 1,145

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A/N: Hello I'm a liar I stayed up v late to write this and I'm too impulsive and impatient not to post it asap!!! I hope this one is as good as the first!!! And makes you want to read more!!! Again this is my first BIG series which is kinda scary considering there was a time I thought I'd never be able to write more than 500 words! Look at me now :D Anyways, be sure to check out part one my loves and I just really hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

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You are no more human than himself.

Nothing, though, more human than mans own emotions. The very things that beat and pound against the cage of his ribs, breaking every bone, tearing through himself in an effort to conceal until he is nothing but ruins himself, until there is no fight left. The very things that rule him. Control and berate his spirits better than any blood could. It's not their words spoken behind closed doors, or the distance they put between themselves, but their expressions. The pity. The disgust. The horror. As if he is less, as if he were mortal. Atop their pedestals they are in power, in control, their true selves hidden behind masks. He lives truthful, exposed, waiting for infection. Begging for it. Few can understand, fewer sympathize, but from the moment you looked at him, watched the lines in his forehead crease, his mouth fall, his entire outward being change, you knew. How could Gods possibly live among their people and not pick up a few habits? Not just the things they mirrored with ease. Joy, sadness, even anger became second nature. He was burdened with more, with complications. Anger became fury, rage, bitterness, even destruction.

They were scared not because they could not understand what it felt to hurt so deeply, to bleed to freely, but because pride lived in him where they felt nothing but shame. Shame for screaming, crying, sobbing. For finding their knees weak, breakable, their spirits broken, their worlds shattering before their eyes. Shame for falling, shattering, letting themselves be weak, vulnerable, human. He was not. Openly, he let these things seep through his words, his actions, carrying it on his back when there was no where else to put it, never daring to put up a front of invulnerability. Gods could be fragile, too.

And just as they could be fragile, they were dangerous.

Not once would he let you forget that.

You never saw it. Not when it was happening. When his arms grew tired, when his back ached, when his eyes saw red. The myths, the stories, the thing of nightmares. Horrifying. Truly horrifying. In his prime, nothing left unharmed, untouched. Pushed to the edge, he didn't just fall, he put on a goddamn show. Sometimes you wished to watch, see for yourself what it was that made others shake, what made them leave everything they had in his name, praying for joy. Sometimes you decided it was better to leave it up to your imagination. You were there after though, ordered to clean up, collect his pieces, hold him together until someone more familiar put him back together again. He trusted you, for what reason you still questioned. Let you get close enough to hush his own unrecognizable sobs, plucking the gun, knife, pipe from his weak hand, wipe the red from his cheek. Still wet. It wasn't a fall from grace, not exactly, but a taste, a glimpse of how fragile ones world really was when immortals lost their grip. Just as they could play nice, offer riches, they could leave nothing but ash in their wake.

Little fires everywhere.

The ruins were magnificent. Shocking, and amazing. Homes unrecognizable. Bodies shredded, anonymous now, without worth. The grass and trees blackened, smoking even as the sun rose, welcoming a new day. You never could get used to the smell of burning flesh, the stinging in your lungs enough to bring tears to your eyes. The clouds grey, moody, as far as you could see. A reminder, as if the unsettled silence weren't enough. All that's left is the quiet cry of the crackling fire, weaker and weaker with every passing second. He could not bear to look. A man gone blind in his rage. You'd seen it enough with the mortals to know. Humans had a funny way of wanting to protect themselves, their psyche, even at their most destructive. Funny, and odd. He possessed these same traits. Weakened by what he's done, exhausted, there is not another threat of this for a long time. But when it comes, because it always does, he'll scorch the new earth, this new life, without hesitation.

Sometimes, it's not an outward cry, but inward. A gun to his head, the metal kissing his temple goodnight. The rope around his neck, soft against his skin. The booze sweet, tempting, making his steps light and careless. Someone is there before it's too late, before there is no God left, easing him off the ledge the way they think they'll always have to. This you do not see. You do not hear. This is kept among gods, another secret they are sworn to, another thing they can use against one another. But you know, as you would. And again, you understand. Stitched across his features. A crime not yet committed. In due time, he promises, without a single word, and you believe him. Succumbed to his emotions. He does not berate them, or belittle, but joins them, knowing, despite how much it hurts, how beautiful they really can be.

Something none of them could begin to understand.

All of this is worth the euphoria, the tears of joy, walking the thin line between elation and madness, even if it only lasts one second.

Lower on the ranks, the impoverished class, fresh blood, sent to do the work no one else wanted because you had no other choice. Unlike the rest, he was eager to join, to help, anything to rid himself of his own guilt, gain back the respect he's lost. A glance is all you share. That of secrecy. Those moments, where he is shattered, the source of so much heartache, kept between you. Not out of personal gain, for leverage, but because you, too, have found yourself the cause, not the affect. The rest underestimate, overlooking, never meeting your eyes, but he is careful. He doesn't know, none do, but he is one of few who see man and God all the same. Strengths and weaknesses. Pain and suffering. Love and war. A multitude of pieces, each worthy in their own right of respect, of understanding and patience. One is not only their mistakes, their faults, all the things that keep them awake at night, just as they are not only their vigor, their vitality, all the battles they've won. They are all of them, and more, things he cannot even see, nor begin to comprehend. So, he looks you in the eye, as he does the others, regardless of who they take orders from.

As long as he's concerned, with that cap, you're one of them. The rest of the family, they differentiate, they seclude, they draw a line right down the middle. Us and them. Worthy and unworthy. Those that decide and those to be disposed.

Not Arthur, though.

He is different.

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 4 years

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Part 3

Summary: Soulmates have different ways of being connected to one another. Sometimes it’s through being able to write on their arms and having it show up on their soulmates. For others it was having their first words spoken to one another permanently tattooed into their skin. You had a unique connection with yours, one that you really hadn’t ever heard of happening before. Whatever song was stuck in your soulmate’s head was also stuck in yours and the same was for them. When Yoongi realizes one of his songs is playing on repeat in your head, he immediately takes to writing songs to communicate with you in hopes it will finally bring you two together.

Genre: Fluff. Just pure tooth rotting, sweet fluff.

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Yoongi sat at the computer, mind blank as he stared at a rough draft of a song he had been writing for his mix tape. However he soon realized that he was going to have to completely scrap everything and start all over. The lyrics he had written to go with this melody didn’t suit the words he wanted to say to you at all. He’s been at the studio for well over an hour now, pen and notebook laying next to him as he tried to think of lyrics to write for you.

“God this sucks. I can’t think of anything!” He sighs in frustration and brings his hands up to his face to rub his tired eyes. He’s about to give up and start fresh tomorrow when he hears another song begin to enter his mind.

Alright banbokdwen shisogeim

He smiles to himself as he realizes another one of his songs is stuck in your head. And begins to chuckle when he realizes you must not know too much Korean as most of the words are just jumbled while the melody plays in your head. Are his songs really that catchy? Or did you possibly feel a connection to him through his music? He pulls out his phone to call Hoseok for help.

“Yoongi! How’s the song writing going?”

“It’s absolute shit. I haven’t wrote anything yet. I was wondering if you could help me? Or at least help me sort through the rough drafts of these tracks I’ve already produced to help me find one that is catchy and will get stuck in their head so I know they heard me.”

“Of course! I’d be happy to help.”

They spend a good half hour in the studio going over the different beats and songs Yoongi had saved before Hoseok shouts excitedly.

“That’s it! That’s the one. This is perfect. It’s catchy, but it’s also soft and I think will really show the emotions you’ve been feeling towards your soulmate. There’s a bit here where the melody turns a little more harsh and that’s where you could speak your feelings honestly, your fears about never getting to meet. But then maybe at the end make it clear that this song is for them as a way to communicate. I don’t know just some ideas-”

“Hoseok that’s brilliant. Thank you. I think I finally know where to go with this.”

“You’re welcome! Don’t spend too much time here, make sure to rest!”

“I’ll rest when the song is finished. You know me.”

“Alright. But just take breaks every once in a while, yeah?”

“Sure Hobi, thank you.”

Yoongi sits down with his notebook and begins scrawling lyrics on the page. He works through the night and by the time he’s finished he is beginning to see the sun rise over the horizon. He smiles and decides he’s going to post it now, not wanting to wait any longer and hoping you’re awake. He opens up their twitter and posts a link to his song on soundcloud. Immediately people are liking, retweeting, basically going nuts over Yoongi having released another solo song. He smiles to himself and continues scrolling through the replies, until he comes across one particular one that makes him stop.

I don’t know if you’ll see this but I hear you. I’m listening to every word.

It’s about 5:00 pm when a notification on your phone goes off that BTS has tweeted something new. You open it immediately, and see a link to a song. You are seriously excited when you see it’s a new song for Yoongi’s mixtape. You click on it, anxiously waiting for the page to load as a slew of army also try to access the song. After the website crashes a few more times it finally opens for you and you listen to a sweet, beautiful piano melody playing. When he starts singing, even though you aren’t fluent in his language you can feel his emotions and what he is saying through his words. The song sounds... hopeful. But then towards the middle begins to sound more dark, as if he’s doubting something. As if he has all of this uncertainty and is rapping out his frustrations. The song ends on a more upbeat note, and the very last line is in English and it sends sparks up your spine.

I don’t know if you’re listening, but this was for you.

You freeze, hand hovering over your phone before it drops to the floor. He wrote this song for you. Tears well up in your eyes as you realize he has been just as frustrated not being able to see or talk to you too. You stand there for a few moments processing everything when your phone starts ringing. You realize it’s your friend. You answer it, still feeling dazed.

“HE WROTE A SONG FOR YOU!”

“I am aware of that.”

“So you finally have come to terms with the fact that Yoongi is your soulmate huh?”

“I mean it’s pretty hard to deny it at this point. It feels like something is tugging on my heart every time I listen to his music.”

“This must be his way of trying to find you and talk to you. He’s going to write a whole mixtape dedicated to you just watch.” You scoff into the phone.

“I don’t know about all that...”

“it’s true! He will! Yoongi has always been very open and honest with his feelings. If this is at the forefront of his mind, then he’s going to write about it.” You sigh and flop onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Maybe he’ll start including times and places he wants to meet you or something.”

“That would just be stupid do you know how many fans would go there if he did that?”

“He’ll probably do it cryptically then. Listen to what he’s saying y/n, like really listen.”

“That’s gonna be kind of hard when I don’t know Korean...”

“He posted a translation with the song!”

“Oh? Really?”

“Yes! Go read it!” You immediately switch back over to their twitter and see that he did post screen shots of his notes with an English translation. You read the lyrics and it doesn’t stop you from tearing up even more. To read all of the frustrations he’s had with thinking he was never going to meet you, to now having hope that he’s heard you listening to his music that one day you will find each other. You don’t hesitate to grab your phone and tweet a reply.

I don’t know if you’ll see this but I hear you. I am listening to every word.

Yoongi doesn’t quite understand why reading that comment sent such intense butterflies into his stomach. Could it be you? Is it possible that he happened to find his soulmate in a sea of countless other replies? He tells himself no. That there’s no way that is even possible. But there is a small nagging in the back of his mind that keeps reminding him of what Namjoon had said to him, what all the guys have said to him.

The universe has a way of making sure you two will be brought together.

He taps on your page and sees that you just recently made it if the fact that one of only things on your page was the reply to him and another one stating that you were a new army. He smiles at that. And now he’s internally debating with himself if he should talk to you and try to get to know you, or if he was just being crazy. He’s leaning more towards being crazy. Maybe the lack of contact with his soulmate for this long is just making him see you in every body. He sets his phone down and sighs, but before long he begins to feel a pulling urge in his chest. Like someone is tugging him back over to his phone. Before he can stop himself he makes himself a fake suga stan twitter account and responds to you.

I’m sure he will see this. He’s on social media much more than you think he just doesn’t always respond unless he has something really thoughtful to say.

Ah, thank you. I probably sound like some crazy fan don’t I?

Not at all.. I think... I think he would be happy to know that someone is listening to him. Like really hearing his words.

I hope so. I just feel bad you know? Like I wish I could just pop over to Korea be like here is your soulmate! So he doesn’t have to be sad anymore.

Are you his soulmate?

He has to wait a while before you respond.

I believe so. I sincerely hope so. Anyone would be lucky to be his. He’s a wonderful person and cares about others so much. Even just in my short time being an army I can see that.

Yoongi stops responding after that, not trusting himself to reveal who he is and fly you out on a plane to Seoul just to see for himself if you are his soulmate. He is frustrated, wondering how exactly he was going to get to meet you. He could set it through his song, but he needs to be careful about it. He can’t reveal too much or the entire fandom will be wherever the place is he is talking about. He’s about to start working on the next song when a text comes through.

HYUNG GO TO BED! I know you’re still awake so sleep! Work on another song tomorrow night! Goodnight!

Yoongi laughs as he reads the message from Taehyung. He texts him goodnight and lays down on the couch in his studio, drifting off to sleep with his song playing on repeat in his head and a wide smile on his face.

Tag list: @anoesjkaax ( didn’t forget you this time heheh) @just-call-me-trash-can @thestral-balerion @xcastielbabyangelface @rukinamukami @r-e-d-i-s-h @heartblackerthancoffee @rosita7703

#yoongi x reader #reader x yoongi #bts #min yoongi #suga #bts fanfic #yoongi fanfic #bts fluff #yoongi fluff #bts soulmate au

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titriwrites · 4 years

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In Sickness and in Health

First of all, thank you to @devikafernando for allowing me to use Charlie from our collab fanfics over at @titrianddevikawrite. I know you can use the distraction too, maybe? (By the way, this is probably an AU from our storyline as I’ve got no idea how this is going to fit anywhere :D )

And secondly, @pipolaki requested “If I die, I’m haunting you first.” from this prompt list

Enjoy on AO3 or under the cut!

In Sickness and in Health

Charlotte Cromwell – no, she corrects herself – Charlotte Hiddleston makes her way home after an exhausting day in the hospital. It’s nothing unusual, hell, she’s had a hundred times more horrible days somewhere in the past. It’s just that it didn’t really matter then. Not as much as it does now. Because as much as Charlie loves her job and helping her little patients, it’s definitely nothing compared to the life she’s living at home now.

Tom’s waiting for her there. Tom and their two daughters, because yes, Evie’s ‘hers’ now as well, and just as loved as little Rose is – who by now has her own little personality and is keeping her parents busy with all the enthusiasm and lust for adventure a two-year-old can have – especially being the daughter of one Tom Hiddleston.

Okay, Charlie admits as she slips out of her shoes first and then loses her jacket, the last week has been kind of hellish at home as well with her very own little patients waiting for her. First, it was Evie bringing the flu home from school. Of course, it didn’t take long for Rose to catch it, too, no matter how careful Tom and Charlie had been. But now it seems like their children survived – Tom has probably suffered more than them, though – and Charlie’s just glad it’s over for now.

She checks the clock in the kitchen as she prepares her tea. 9 o’clock. She swears. She wanted to tell the children goodnight, but well, sometimes her job means that she can’t make it home to her own children in order to help others. Tom knows this and Evie gets it as well, little Rose is still too young to actually understand.

At least she can still hear the tv playing in the living-room, so she knows Tom’s still there and waiting for her. It is strangely quiet otherwise, though, no padding of feet on the floor announcing her husband making his way over to meet her. Maybe Tom’s fallen asleep? The two cats aren’t coming, either, but then again they may be out and about in the neighbourhood.

Charlie grabs the tea she’s prepared and makes her way from the kitchen to the living-room right next to it. She feels so at home in Tom’s house. It’s not the largest they could get probably, and it’s still the one Tom and Evie lived in with Emily, but it’s amazing how quickly they were all able to call it ‘theirs’.

And then Charlie stops before she’s reached the comfy couch Tom loves to lounge on. He’s indeed asleep. And slightly snoring, which is unusual for him, except for when he’s a bit tipsy – Charlie can’t see a sign of that anywhere – or when he comes down with the flu. You don’t really need to be a doctor to get it, do you?

She refrains from rolling her eyes, because just yesterday her husband told her how he never got sick and wouldn’t start with it now, but instead smiles sympathetically, puts down her tea on the coffee table and sits down next to Tom.

His skin is already a bit clammy and his hair sticks to his forehead. She rubs his shoulder softly, trying to get him to wake up without startling him.

“Tom?” she whispers. “Tom, love, wake up for me?”

“No,” is the mumbled reply, groaned into the pillow underneath his head.

Charlie smothers a grin. She’s seen him with a cold or the flu once or twice. She knows what state he’s in. Right after ‘I’m invincible, I’ll never get the flu’ comes ‘I’m perfectly fine, I simply choked and am not currently coughing my lungs out’. It’s paired with already being sick and the most stubborn pouts she’s ever seen on a grown-up’s face. But no matter how much Tom refuses to be sick, he actually is. So. No mocking him. At least not tonight. Tonight she wants to drink her tea, re-heat the dinner her family’s had and then go to bed, preferably with Tom.

“I think you’re already awake, though,” she whispers back. “And I can imagine you’re not feeling too good.”

“’m fine.”

“Fine.”

Blue eyes, a bit too glassy for her taste, stare back at her. With a slight cough Tom pushes himself up on his forearms, barely able to hold his own bodyweight. The hair that’s not stuck to his forehead falls in a mess of curls around his face. “Feeling good. How was your day?”

“Tom…”

“Charlie.”

She raises a brow. “You’re really going to do this? Even though we both know how this will end?”

The glare loses some of its power – that it didn’t even have in the first place – with the quiet sniffling Tom’s doing. “I don’t know what you mean,” he croaks out. “I just want to know how my wife’s feeling.”

Charlie chuckles. There really isn’t much else to do. Let him be stubborn, she’s going to prepare for tomorrow morning then. “Better than her husband I think,” she mumbles, but continues at Tom’s huff, “I’m a bit tired and a bit hungry. I’d love to eat some late dinner and then go to bed. Would you care to join me?”

He nods. “I’d love that. But no funny business if you’re tired.”

This time, she can’t smother the laugh that escapes her. “Understood. I’m the reason we’re not doing that tonight, my big, strong, healthy man. Thank you for looking out for me.”

***

Well, the next morning Charlie is awoken by her big, strong and healthy man moaning and groaning next to her in bed. And not in that sexy-bedroom-voice of his. It’s a little pathetic coughing that comes next and a very (very, very) weakly whispered, “Charlie, love? Help?”

She opens her eyes to a dark room, cuddled from behind by what seems to be a human furnace, but could just be her husband. The dawn is breaking outside, and Charlie can hear a bird here and there. Large hands rub her stomach and puffs of air meet her neck. Tom’s apparently so weak, he can’t even keep her in his arms as she turns around to face him.

Red cheeks, swollen eyes, red nose and dry lips. Yup, that’s the flu.

“How are you?” she asks, trailing a fingertip down Tom’s nose.

“Barely alive.”

Ah. So sometime during the night they’ve reached the next stage. Miserable Tom, who’s most certainly the closest to death any person has ever been without actually dying – probably, since the next 24 hours will be crucial.

“But still alive, that’s good,” she grins.

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

Charlie snickers, then attempts a shocked face. It’s not working and to be honest Tom couldn’t see it anyway, lying there in misery, eyes closed. “What have I done?”

“You’re mocking me. And you’re not doing anything to make me feel better and save me. You’ll regret this in one or two hours, when you’ll find me dead in our bed.”

“But you’re not really sick. You’ve told me so yesterday.”

“The situation has changed. It seems like this is a horrible flu, Charlie. It requires a broth, pain medicine and cuddles.”

Okay. She was wrong. He does have that low, sexy, bedroom-voice. Damn him, even sick he’s a sight for sore eyes and a heavenly voice to hear. She should also not be aroused by that.

“I don’t know, Tom. Maybe I should get the children and flee from this horrible illness of yours. Everyone fights for themselves, right?”

The answer is a whine and then a little tug on her sleeping shirt, right by her thigh. “Stop mocking me. I’m seriously ill. Don’t let those be the last words to me, and make me feel better.”

“Please?”

“Please.”

Charlie lives for that small smile around Tom’s lips as she moves a little closer and then rubs his shoulders softly , before she pushes some of his hair out of his face.

“Well, you asked so nicely.”

“I did,” her murmurs, sounding half asleep again.

“Tea and toast then?”

“An’ pills. ‘n cuddles.”

With a kiss on his nose, she moves out of the bed. “Coming right up.”

“Hm. Love you.”

She smiles. God, this man. “Love you too.”

Tagging: (I hope you’re okay with being tagged in this, since it’s not the usual blog, but “just” Charlie) @nuggsmum @hallotom @sinfully-lustful-darling @royallylazy @lasimo74allmyworld @ilovetardis @witkoa61 @hakimo2015 @antyc67 @wolfsmom1 @brinschk @crushed-pink-petals-writes @avenger-nerd-mom @jhangelface0523 @deathbyukmen @say-my-name-assbut @omninocte @sf0206 @frenchfrostpudding @hiddlepiggle @theblackthrone @honeybournehippy @muchobsessedwithpretty06 @justthelosersblog @letsgetlokid @noclevernamelbr @theduchessinme @craftynidan @bemynightmanager @inkededucatednnerdy @fairlightswiftly @okiejess1208 @ladyninasayers-ish @siochan-leat @evieplease @vertdragain @youareadistraction @patheimathos @nikkalia @thebluedreamofsky @mandapanda8 @lokilockedcougar @ms-cellanies @perfect-and-awesome @alexakeyloveloki @theheartofpenelope @hiddlescastle @messy-insomniac-bookgirl @pipolaki

#tom hiddleston #one-shot #charlie + tom #real person fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfiction #in sickness and in health

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dolphin-enthusiast · 4 years

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ahhh it is embarrassing how my siblings find me in the most candid moments,, i'm just glad that the video didn't spread too far among my friends,, because i know for a fact that if it reached far enough, someone would end up posting it here!! at least they always threaten to do so... 😖💫 oh my, and morgy dear, you are one sly fox, don't think i missed where you called my existence "ethereal" in tags... you are way too sweet to me!! but really, the only thing ethereal here is you~ 💞 (2/9)

"i started watching playthroughs of the ace attorney games today (since i can't afford to buy any of them) and i really enjoy it so far!! i can't wait to watch more, and this coming week, i plan to set a day aside to watch more of our show 😉 (3/9)

ooh, something quite funny has happened today,, i put out this question on instagram asking if any of my friends want to go out for dinner with me sometime (since i was bored and i think it's a nice idea hehe) and now i have TONS of people saying yes!! oh gosh, it's quite crazy! i feel bad for it but i think i have to pic just a few people, since the amount of contenders is overwhelming,, ahhhh i do hope they'll take it well!! 😅 (4/9)

today was spent working,, tailoring clothes and cleaning the house to be exact,, it was all so tiring, and unfortunately i was the only one who was able to do it since everyone else was "busy",, mamma mia,, but i did end up having to do more food shopping today, and it started to storm super hard while i was out! i am scared of thunderstorms, so being out and about during one is truly a nightmare for me!! (5/9)

they are so beautiful but terrifying at the same time,, oh gosh, it was even worse since i was out by myself,, no one to latch onto for safety 😖 i think the thunderstorm may be related to a hurricane that is incoming towards my country,, it most likely won't hit as bad in the north (where i am) since the storms tend to die down and wash out in the atlantic by the time they reach here, so we'll probably just get more thunderstorms,, (6/9)

though in return, we get these awful storms that we call nor'easters, which are basically wintry hurricanes they are truly awful for me to live through since i do not do well with cold at all,, my friends and i actually got caught in one by accident last year, and we were stuck outside for 3 whole hours... ah that was such a scary situation!!!!we all ended up going to the hospital to get checked out since we were trapped for so long... (7/9)

everyone i know in person always talks about how we're "survivors", but i'm not sure if that's the right term to use... i guess it's the law of equivalent exchange? a hurricane for a nor'easter hehe ☁ speaking of storms, when the rain died down, i went to check on the bunnies,, and the poor cuties were soaked and shivering! i offered them my raincoat and umbrella to stay under, but i guess they were desperately cold, to the point where they cuddled up to me! (8/9)

i ended up laying there for half an hour, trying to warm the little bunbuns up,, and even though i came home shivering myself, i'm so happy that sacrificing my body heat was enough to help them!! 😊 oh my stars, i feel the tiredness hitting me, I guess that means sleepy time hehe! goodnight dolcezza, i'll see you tomorrow!! sending sweet dreams your way 💕 - love always, your adoring waifu 💋🌺💘💌🌠 ps: we must definitely go out to dinner together,, no if's and's or but's about it~! 😘 (9/9)"

Ok so before i say anything else tungle mighr have eaten the first part to ur letter and im boutta throw fists 🗿🗿🗿🗿 but either way i gotta say darling my eyes read over the words "sly fox" and i immediately c r e a s e d jhdusuxhdjs im only stating facts alright🤪🤪🤪 it wouldn't be the first time someone calls me sly but i take that as a compliment really👁️

And before we dive d e e p e r lemme tell u a lil secret....i myself did not buy the aa games so if u acc want to play em hmu👀👁️👀👁️

Ok so as for the storms thing i gotta say thats fuckin wild ur life really does sound like a move darling u know rhshxhd i do know its esp bad lately from another american friend of mine who told me that it also heavily rained in her area (she's on the east coast) so🗿🗿🗿 but ig u would be called survivors since technically u made it thru a natural disaster which is fuckin w i l d

Its nice to see that u were more productive again ofc (and also u warming those poor bunnies up? Icon 11/10 disney princess right fuckin here) but i gotta say once more idk how u do it....i'd be burning up the house when attempting to cook and shredding the clothes in less than a second🤡 my day was spent writing (smth non jojo related) then i went out and played football until my legs gave in and pain shot thru my entire body since my dumbass can go at it for h o u r s completely ignoring if i scrape some skin or shit like that just bc i wanna push thru and keep playing a h a

On another note, im p sure ur friends would all want to go out w u (i myself the most but shh) 👁️

#damn right im a sly snakey fox 😳😳#bc i'd be lying if i'd say i wouldn't fly to america and protecc u from [za storms]#the confessional

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mrsedmercer · 5 years

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Steamy Love (A Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Chapter 30:~Time After Time~ FINALE

Summary: The nights alone have become colder and colder, and not just because of the weather.

Warnings: Angst in the beginning.

Read it on my Wattpad: www.wattpad.com/HiddlesStar

Word count: 2596

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife @bookgirlunicorn @cherrygeek86 @peachlobotomy666

A/N: This is it. The final chapter. Thank you so much for everyone that has liked, reblogged, or simply read any and every chapter of this fic. It's the first fanfiction I've completed in almost 5 years, but it's the first I've ever made public on Tumblr. It may be a while until I get back into writing completely, as I've decided to ship some of my creative focus towards drawing. I'm not very good at it, but I aspire to improve. Will I show my work at all? Maybe, if there's really a demand for it (though I doubt it lmao). I may post some Oneshots here or there. We'll see.

Until then, thank you for reading.

After you'd return home, Tom would start calling you at least twice a day for the next couple weeks. You didn't have the heart to block his number, but you certainly weren't going to pick up and talk to him. You couldn't believe what had happened at that event. You couldn't believe you allowed it to happen. You were always against public sex, but you couldn't help yourself around him. It's like he had you under a spell that forced you to need him. To desire him.

That's why you needed to stay far away from him. It doesn't matter that he loves you. He hurt you, in ways you can't even explain. In ways you don't want to explain. You just wanted to forget that night. Forget your feelings.

Forget him.

Though even after a month of locking yourself into your work, you still received his calls. You kept hearing about the play he was in and how great he was doing, even though the public had finally found out that you were no longer together. You couldn't help but check up on him and his play. While it hurt to hear his name, you were proud of him. You were proud of all he had already accomplished. You wish you could just talk to him and hear him boast about it. You were so excited to talk to him more about it before the big fight. It ate away at your heart that you couldn't hear him ramble about it. Hear the excited tone in his voice. You didn't want to stay mad at him, especially after the last thing he said to you...

Did he mean it? Did he...love you? Really love you? In truth, you were tired of being angry. You just wanted a chance to talk, but everytime he'd call you, you'd freeze up. You wouldn't, or couldn't answer.

That night, you really couldn't get to sleep, and you couldn't put on a happy smile for a stream. All you could really do is lay in bed with your phone beside you, quietly thinking to yourself.

You heard your phone begin to ring, looking at the Caller ID. You recognized the number. It was Tom.

You felt your heart flutter a little. You've been thinking about him all day, and you had wondered if these calls were ever going to stop. Did you even want them to stop?

Before the ringing would stop, you picked up the phone and answered it, holding it up to your ear. You heard nothing. Not even breathing.

"...Hello?..." You whispered, already feeling your emotions flare up. "...Tom?.."

"...You picked up.." You heard him speak, his tone sounding a little shaky. Had he been crying?

"Y-Yeah, I know..." You smirked slightly, sitting up some. "I-I guess I had to, eventually.."

"You...haven't picked up at all...f-for weeks.." Tom whispered. "I-I've just...been calling to hear your voicemail."

That hit you rather harder than you expected it to, already feeling tears well up in your eyes. You didn't want to get emotional again, but it was hard not to. He sounded sad.

"H...How's the play been?.." You asked, giving a shaky smile.

"Good.." You heard a half laugh from Tom. "I-It's been...fun. I...wish you could see it."

You frowned a little, closing your eyes to let some tears slowly fall down your cheeks.

"...Me too.." You admitted, giving a shaky breath. "I...I'm...tired of being angry. I want to talk.."

Tom let out another sigh, taking a minute to find the right words before speaking up again.

"...I was wrong to get angry at you.." Tom spoke, his voice a little shaky again. "I shouldn't of said the things I said, and I should've let you speak for yourself instead of barging out of that house and leaving you with all that paperwork. I regret it. I regret it all. I regret everything I did to you to make you upset, (Y/N).."

You frowned deeply, the hand holding the phone becoming a little shaky. You believed him, but part of you still hurt. He really did break your heart.

You sniffled somewhat, knowing he heard it. "D-Did you mean it?.." You finally managed to ask, your body shivering a little.

"I didn't mean to make you upset.." Tom spoke, though he was a little confused with what you meant.

"I-I mean...at the show.." You let out a shaky breath. "W-When you said you loved me...did you mean it? Or--Or was is just from the heat of the moment?.."

"...I meant it." Tom admitted, giving a slight sad chuckle. "I absolutely mean it. I love you.."

You couldn't help but smile, your heart fluttering up again. You placed a hand on your chest, feeling your heartbeat increase.

"...I love you too, Tom.." You spoke, holding back a slight sob.

You heard Tom give a shaky chuckle. You could practically see his big smile in your head. You missed that smile dearly. You wished you could see it again.

"S-So.." Tom calmed himself, clearing his throat a bit. "Wh-What now? Will you take me back?"

You smiled a little. "D-Do you think this would work? A long distance sort of thing?.." You asked.

"If I could fly you down here to be with me, I would.." Tom admitted. "But this play has me incredibly busy. I hardly have time to walk Bobby in the morning.."

"And I barely have the assets and time to actually start a moving process.." You frowned slightly. "Moving to another country, as much as I want it, would be ridiculously hard on my own."

You and Tom both went quiet for a moment, both of you really thinking about this. Neither of you had the time to help you get to him, but neither of you wanted to be apart for months. Who knows what else may come up during Tom's play? He could end up being gone until Christmas or something. You wanted to see him.

"I'm sure I'll think of something.." Tom finally spoke, smiling a little. "I promise. I'll find a way to you.."

"Don't start throwing money around to get to me.." You chuckled a bit, making him laugh as well. "As much as I miss you, I can wait for as long as you need me to."

"I'm not sure I can.." Tom admitted, letting out a slight sigh. "I'd love to catch

up with you on everything, but it's nearly 3 in the morning and I need to get some sleep.." Ah, you had forgotten about the Timezone differences. He's all the way up in London now, after all.

"I promised to call you before the play. I promise.."

"Okay.." You smiled warmly. "I-I love you, Tom.."

"And I love you, (Y/N). Truly.." He spoke in a warm tone. It made your chest feel all warm.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight.."

He hung up first after that.

You set your phone down, feeling your heartbeat once more as a few more tears slipped down your cheeks. You forgave him and admitted that you loved him, but would you really be okay having to wait months and months to see him again? You just wanted to be in his arms again and feel his lips on yours. You were scared of how long you'd potentially have to wait.

Despite that, you were able to get some nice rest. You dreamed of the day you'd get to lay in his arms.

And it would come sooner than you thought.

Another month went by, and you had gotten yourself on to a talk show to talk about your rising fame and upcoming movie. You had never been on one before, so you made sure to doll yourself up a little bit and wear a nice dress. It would be weird going up there on your own, but you had heard and seen from other interviews that the talk show host man was really nice. After fixing yourself up in the mirror, you saw the show start. The talk show host introduced you to the audience before calling you on stage. You smiled brightly as you climbed the stairs and went on stage, seeing all of the people from the audience begin to cheer. All of those people made a permanent bright smile appear on your face. You waved at everyone with a soft chuckle before sitting down on the soft sofa, shaking the show hosts hand as everyone quieted down.

"So nice to have someone new for a change!" The host spoke with a chuckle.

"It feels amazing to be here.." You admitted with a bright smile, crossing your legs.

"So, you've got your first movie coming out, eh? Got yourself quite the co-star, I hear.." They began, leaning forward a bit on their desk. "How was that?"

You chuckled again. People had learned that you and Tom were back together, so you've never stopped hearing about him.

"Yeah. We actually had to live together by that little outdoor set.." You admitted. "I messed up with renting one of the houses, so he let me stay with him."

"And that's how you fell in love, yeah?" The host grinned, being interrupted by the audience clapping for a moment before they'd quiet down. That was so surreal to see.

"I always hear about flings happening between costars on set.." You admitted. "But...my time with him was much more than that. He's treated me better than most, that's for sure."

"You haven't seen him since the beginning of the year, yes?" The host asked. "Has that been hard for you?"

You smiled sadly, placing a hand on your chest some. "It's not impossible, but it's been hard. I'm not upset about it, though. We've both become incredibly busy rather quickly. He's got his play, which I hear is amazing, and I've been streaming practically 7 times a week now that I've had the time again."

"Well, it's good to know you're staying optimistic." The host replied.

"Yeah.." you nodded a bit. "It's been...a little harder these last couple days, though. We call each other multiple days a week."

"Do you have a song you like to listen to?" The host asked, smirking some. "One that reminds you of him?"

You took a moment to really think about that. The question brought you back to the time you and Tom went to the grocery store and Time After Time came on the radio in the car, and when he kissed you in front of everyone in that clothing shop, the same song played. You had downloaded the song on to your phone after that day. You didn't realize how important it was to you until now. Tom even had it on his phone, last time you checked.

"Cyndi Lauper's 'Time After Time', maybe?.." You admitted with a shy chuckle. "It's played a couple times during my days with Tom. I downloaded it after people found out we were together because it was playing in that clothing store when he kissed me."

"Awe, that's sounds perfect.." The host smiled brightly, one of his hands moving under the desk. "You think Tom would give the same answer?" They asked.

"I mean, he's into the older styles of music.." You chuckled, a little confused. "I could call him and ask him later.."

You were too focused on the show host to hear footsteps come upstairs on to the stage, though the surprise was ruined by the sudden erupting screams and applause from the audience.

You turned around just in time for the host to start playing that song over the little speaks around set as you and the man locked eyes.

It was Tom.

You couldn't believe it.

Your eyes immedietly watered as you got up from your seat and ran to Tom, seeing him open out his arms to you. You ran right into his arms, wrapping your arms around his body. You almost didn't believe that this was real. It felt like a dream. How was he here? How did he make time for this?

You pulled back and cupped his face with both hands, already nearly sobbing just from the sight of him.

"Are you actually here!?" You asked with a happy whimper. It warmed your heart to see his big smile. He was emotional, too.

"I managed to find some extra time to get a flight down.." Tom chuckled, though he wasn't able to explain himself fully just yet. Hearing his voice so close to you made you want to just break into happy tears right then and there, so you pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. You heard the audience go nuts, making you smile in the kiss. Tom pulled you closer to him, keeping the kiss locked until he remembered you were supposed to be doing an interview. He pulled back and gestured to the seats, holding your hand as you both sat down.

You could barely keep your eyes off of Tom for the whole rest of the interview. Afterwards, you'd say goodbye to everyone and leave the building together. You spoke outside once you reached his car.

"I've got another surprise for you.." Tom admitted, giving you a warm smile as he let go of your hand. He moved into his car for a moment and pulled out something before going back to you. He revealed 2 one-way tickets. Tickets to the UK.

"Would you still like to move in with me, my love?.." He asked you, looking into your eyes with his big, blue orbs.

Your eyes widened some and your heart skipped a beat. You placed your hand over your mouth before giving a shaky chuckle. "A-Are you serious?..." You asked, seeing him nod.

"With one phone call to a familiar moving company and a day or two, you can be living with me.." Tom spoke. "All I need is a Y--"

"Yes! Hell yes!" You chuckled happily before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into another close hug. Tom flinched before chuckling, hugging you back for a moment before pulling back to give you another deep kiss, inhaling some to take in how soft your lips were. The joy you felt in your heart couldn't be properly described.

You pulled back from the kiss to wipe all the tears that had run down your cheeks, including some of the makeup makeup had on. "I'm gonna end up crying all day.." you joked with a chuckle.

Tom chuckled as well, smirking some. "I could give you other reasons to have tears in your eyes.."

Oh god, you had a feeling he hadn't gotten over this flirtatious phase he's had with you.

Then again...

You chuckled some. "It's been a couple months hasn't it?" You asked, biting yhe corner of your lower lip.

"Mhmm.." Tom purred somewhat "and I've learned some things.."

"Have you, now?.." You tilted your head some, getting a nod from Tom.

"Indeed I have.." Tom grinned. "And there's a certain...doctor who has been dying to meet you."

You knew who he was talking about. You recently rewatched High-Rise.

"Ooh, I guess I shouldn't keep him waiting, then.." You purred back with a little wink, moving around him to get into the passenger side.

Tom snickered some, getting into the drivers side.

You bet there would be quite a bit of steamy love after packing.

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eyes-of-fanfiction-green · 5 years

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Shutting Down Part 4

Dean x reader

!! PART 1 here !!

!! PART 2 here !!

!! PART 3 here !!

!! PART 5 here!!

Summary: after a fight with the reader, Dean wakes up in another woman’s bed the next morning. Now the Reader and Dean must deal with the consequences.

Warnings: Suicidal Thoughts (honestly not that vivid), panic attacks, anxiety, everyone is panicking! Also depictions of violence.

A/N: hehehehe

“Sam?”

“[Y/N]! Oh my god, thank goodness you picked up! Look, I know you and Dean-“

“Sam, Dean didn’t cheat on me.” You sobbed into the phone before the panic in Sam’s voice registered in your brain. “Wait. Sam, what’s wrong?”

You felt your blood turn to ice under your skin the more Sam told you what was going on. The note, the suicide hunt, Sam tracking Dean’s phone’s GPS, how you were only an hour away from him while Sam two. You felt as though your brain was overloading with emotion and you began sprinting towards your car, bus be damned, while Sam gave you directions to the forest that Dean was hunting in.

Within minutes, you were screeching down the road in your car.

“This can’t be happening; this can’t be happening.”

Your tears had been replaced by panic and you could feel your heart pounding into your ribs. There was a constant tremor in your hands as you gripped the steering wheel much too tightly, and blood roared in your ears.

“I am so sorry, Dean. Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” There was an overwhelming guilt laying on your chest. You should have known Dean would have done something like this. His self-sacrificing self-destructing nature was beginning to become predictable. How had you not seen this coming?

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Dean continued trudging through the forest, slowly, as though his energy was being drained out with every mile. The muddy ground was sucking into his boots with every step, making a sickening POP sound echo into the trees.

He hadn’t really thought this through very well.

It was a five-mile hike to get to, roughly, where he thought the vamp nest would be, and clearly he wasn’t as unexhausted as he’d previously thought. To say the hike was slow-going was an understatement.

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Sam pressed the gas pedal to floor as he reached another open stretch of road, only fifty more miles till he made it to Dean’s location, already far closer than a normal driving speed would have allowed.

He startled slightly when his phone began ringing, yanking him out of his panicked daze.

“Yes??”

“Sam, hey boy. H-“

Sam swerved quickly around a small squirrel family in the road, yanking on the steering wheel breathlessly, “Bobby! I can’t talk right now! I have to get to Dean, and I’m so far behind, I’m probably already too late, and oh my god-“

“Sam!” Bobby’s alarmed voice cut through the wave of shock in his mind. Sam felt his breathing speed up more than it already was and he was pretty sure a damn was going to break soon. “Take a breath and tell me right now what the hell is going on.”

Sam tried taking a breath, he really did. But his throat was constricting, and his lungs were frozen. Black dots were closing in the corners of his vision and he lost control momentarily of the car before pulling over to the side of the road, yanking the door open and losing his breakfast on the pavement.

He was vaguely aware of Bobby’s deep voice calmly telling him to breathe from the phone still in his hand. But the ringing in his ears wouldn’t go away and his stomach was still expelling its contents, and all Sam could think of was how his brother was probably laying dead in some random forest in Buttfuck Nowhere, Indiana his face pale and his eyes unblinking…and oh my god!

He started chocking on his vomit and Bobby’s voice rose sharply to his ears in urgency. “Sam! Breathe, damnit! You can’t help Dean if you’re like this.”

And just like that, the ringing in his ears faded and his lungs started loosening up.

“Good, now tell me what happened.”

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You whipped the car into park next to the trail’s opening. Praying to god that this was the one Dean had taken into the forest.

Racing to the trunk of the car, you whipped out a shotgun with silver and salt rounds and slid a machete into your belt. That should about cover it, whatever it is that Dean came to hunt here in the first place.

You took off down the trail at a full sprint, adrenaline rushing through your blood and giving your legs a much-needed boost.

For some reason you managed to have the good presence to text Sam that you had made it before heading off into the “no cell service” zone.

You had had three panic attacks on the way over here and there was still a vomit taste in your mouth, but somehow you had managed to force yourself back into the hunter mindset of calm precision.

Panicking wasn’t going to help Dean.

That was the only thought keeping you from having a mental breakdown right now as your boots pounded down the muddied trail.

Faster.

You knew this was all your fault, but for Dean’s sake you refused to let yourself dwell on it. Later. After Dean was safe. And in your arms. Then you could feel guilty.

But not right now.

Go.

Go!

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Dean squinted around the tree he was hiding behind at the lone cabin nearby.

He knew he should come up with a game plan. Take out as many vamps as possible. But he was just so…tired.

He was trying not to think of the full repercussions of what he was about to do. He knew Sammy would be devasted but… this would protect him, maybe even let him move on to a normal life. Yeah. Yeah, that sounded good.

And [Y/N]…. [Y/N] probably wouldn’t even find out, and if she did…probably wouldn’t even care.

Dean let that barb sink in to his heart with a painful stab, eyes blinking away tears. “Alright. Let’s get this over with.”

Stepping out from behind the trees, he made his way quietly towards the sleeping cabin. This was it. Goodnight Vienna.

He carefully opened the creaking backdoor, just starting to peer inside when a large log connected with the back of his head.

CRACK!

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After a few minutes Sam was back on the road, flying full force once again. Bobby had calmed him down, [Y/N] had sent him a text that she was already there, everything was going to be fine.

The miles flew by as he kept muttering to himself over and over in a constant mantra:

“Dean will be fine.”

“D-Dean will be fine.”

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Dean’s eyes glazed over for a moment as the blow knocked him to the ground, but he quickly shook himself and rolled before the vamp could get another hit in.

He wanted to die, sure.

But he was also planning on killing a few of the fuckers first.

Dean grabbed his machete and scrambled to his feet, ducking another blow. Just as he chopped off the vamps head, two more came running around the side of the building, and one from inside the cabin behind him grabbed his arms in a hold.

They got three solid hits in before one of them bared his teeth, preparing for a bite to his neck. Quickly, he flipped the vamp holding him over his shoulder, taking his head off a moment later.

His vision was still blurring from the blow to the head, and his stomach was cramping from the punches, but he kept his head up as four more vamps appeared out of nowhere, joining the two still in front of him.

Then he was hacking and there was blood spurting and he was taking blows to his…everything. But it only took a couple minutes and two more dead vamps before Dean was being held down on his back, facing up at four very hungry vampires who were leering down at him.

“Boys…let’s eat.”

And oh, was there pain.

Four toothy jaws clamped down on his arms and stomach, his legs and shoulders. The pain burned through his body as he felt himself being drained dry.

And he loved it.

Black was clouding his vision and the noise around him was starting to fade. This was it. Finally. Peace.

The head vamp sat up for a moment and grinned at him. He licked his blood-covered lips and gave him wink. Then, almost as if in slow motion, he watched the vampire’s teeth descend towards his jugular.

And then there was nothing but white.

“DEAN!”

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innaminitus · 5 years

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Merry Christmas, baby

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warning: language, smut

Word count: 1638

Request: Heya!! Can I request some Bucky Barnes Christmas/New Year’s smut?? :D (anon)

A/N: You sure can, honey. Here we go. First one. Edit after a few hours of struggling: apparently this webside is a big joke??? it won’t let me add more than two tags and show my work on search results. If you can reblog this, please do. I’m challenging myself in writing every single request I get, if you reblog maybe someone else will see it and get their fic. Thank you, lovelies.

‘Y/N… Just tell me what you want.’ Bucky was playing with your hair when you sighed, tired of his question.

‘I don’t want anything. I’m just glad we finally get to spend Christmas together.’

‘You’re sweet, but that’s not enough. You either tell me or leave it up to my bad taste.’

You lifted your head off his bare chest and kissed his chin dimple.

‘You can just wrap yourself in some paper and bows and that will be perfect.’

His hand immerged into the sheets and found your naked body, strong arm wrapped around you and pulled you even closer. His soft lips touched yours and gave you dozens of lazy kisses. You put your hands on his neck and lied down on soft pillows, pulling him onto you. Strong metal arm lifted your

knee and irritated the soft skin under it causing you to smile a little. Stiff stubble scratched your skin when his wet lips traced their way down your neck, leaving love marks next to day-old hickeys, freshly healed wounds from a fight, licking scars and making you shiver all over your body.

‘What do we have here?’ He whispered, taking the sheets off you, exposing your body to his sight.

Cold, metal fingers travelled across your waist and teased you, his face brushed over your belly when his tongue slid down to your hipbone, he bit it lightly making you gasp. Your hand got lost in his hair, you tugged it and pulled him to your lips, missing the feeling of them on yours. Suddenly he pulled off and began to get up. You whined and drew him to you.

‘Where are you going?’

He peeked on the clock on his nightstand.

‘We have about ten minutes to get up and go to the meeting with our lovely friends.’

You laughed.

‘I’ll let you pass the foreplay, just come and get me.’

He laughed as well, but came back to bed ale hovered over you. His kiss was deep and passionate, his strong arms parted your legs as he positioned himself between them. With one swift move he was inside you, causing you to swear.

‘Fuck… Could’ve at least warn me.’

‘You said I can pass the foreplay.’

‘Is warning a foreplay to you? It’s not war anymore, you know. Although I think I can find some bomb scare on the internet if that’s turning you on…’

He laughed and shut you up with his lips, his hips started to move and all you could do was to moan under him.

***

A week has passed and Christmas came and hit you like a train. It all seemed like in some kind of crappy Christmas Movie; on December 24th it was plain cold and ugly, and the next day’s morning was white, snowy and still cold. Wanda spent all night decorating the compound with lights and god knows what else to make everything look straight from American dream. You, the Grinch, didn’t care much about christmas spirit, but had to admit she did great job.

You were all dressed in ridiculous, ugly sweaters and opening the presents. Your date that night, besides Bucky of course, was a glass of red wine which seemed to refill itself each time you hit the bottom. You were quite wasted by the time half of the presents were given and when you started giggling uncontrollably at a pair of boxers with Rudolph’s nose Steve removed every bottle of wine from the room.

‘One more for you, Y/N.’ Tony handed you a flat box with a crooked bow.

You immediately knew who it was from and your eyes landed, or at least tried to land on Bucky, who was behind you on the couch. You untied the bow and opened the small package. Smile crawled on your face when you saw delicate necklace with single snowflake. You crawled on knees and turned to kiss James.

‘That’s lovely, polar bear.’

‘Don’t call me polar bear.’

You laughed on his lips and struggled to put the necklace on. He sighed and helped you, but you could tell he was smiling.

‘I think I’ll go to bed early,’ He said, yawning and standing up. ‘Goodnight, guys.’

You watched him as he climbed up the stairs and you could swear that he winked to you. Or maybe it was the wine.

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When you finally decided to go back to your room with a bag full of presents you were a little more sober than few hours earlier. You opened the door, stepped into your room, turned on the lights and… couldn’t help but laugh at the sight before you.

Bucky was lying on your bed, wrapped in at least two rolls of wrapping paper, gridded with an enormous bow and glitter.

‘Please tell me that I am completely wasted and you did not dump a whole jar of glitter on my bed and decided it was a great idea to wait for me dressed as a gift?’

‘You probably are completely wasted and I dumped only one package of glitter on your bed, and yes, I decided it was a great idea to wait for you dressed as a gift.’

You put your presents on the floor and came to the men on your bed, giggling.

‘Am I supposed to unwrap you now?’

He shrugged.

‘I can imagine having sex in all this can be a little… uncomfortable, but we can try if you want.’

You kneeled before him on your bed and started to rip the paper off him.

‘Oh, I hope it’s a book!’

With one move you untied the bow and took the rest of the paper off, leaving only one on his crotch.

‘If there’s going to be a bow there, I’m leaving this room.’

He only wiggled his eyebrows and you held your breath theatrically and lifted the last piece. You exhaled with relief when you found out there was no bow.

‘Looks like I’m going to stay for a bit.’

He laughed and pulled you closer to him, his lips found yours. You held his face in your hands, your lips traced the way along his jawline, found a patch to a spot behind his ear that always made him whine. He pulled your hair and brought you back to his lips, but before he kissed you, he turned you both so that he was on top of you. He lowered himself to your stomach, lifted your sweater a bit. Inch by inch, your skin was kissed, his lips moved higher and higher with every bit of the sweater that he lifted. It took a moment until that useless piece of clothing was on your floor, followed by your pants. Bucky’s arms held you tightly when he kissed you once more, they slid up and to your bra, unhooked it slowly and tossed it away. His warm mouth was now on your breast, tugging your nipple and making you moan. One hand travelled to the hem of your panties, teased you a little, and then touched delicate skin of your inner thighs. James left sweet kisses on your lips when his warm fingers rubbed you through thin material. Silent sigh left your open mouth and he rubbed harder, parting your folds and focusing on clit. He then pulled off and took your soaked panties off. His hand was about to get back to its job, but you stopped him.

‘What is it, babe?’ His voice was deeper, his eyes shone with lust.

‘Not this hand.’ You whispered and reached for his metal arm. ‘This one.’

He smirked and lowered his head to your neck, bit it harshly, surely leaving a mark. Cold metal fingers run through your wet folds, smeared your juices all over and slowly forced themselves inside of you. Your breathing increased as Bucky started to move them in and out, faster, harder, deeper. Moans escalated in your throat, you had to let them out, they bloomed on your lips along with your lover’s name. Three fingers were inside you, flesh hand landed on your mouth.

‘You’re being too loud, love. You’ll wake everyone up.’ He whispered to your ear. You shut your eyes closed and nodded. ‘I think you’re prepared enough, baby.’

He was between your legs now, his wet, metal hand held your hips hard enough to leave bruises. His tip caressed your entrance, you wrapped your legs around him and tried to push him closer, push him inside you, but he just smirked.

‘Needy little girl.’

Hand that was previously on your mouth was now on your throat, his thumb moved up and down harshly. You were now desperate to feel him inside you, yet all he’s done was to tease you.

‘Don’t make me beg…’ You squirmed.

Devilish smile on his face matched your moan when he pounded into you, didn’t give you any time to adjust and moved almost aggressively, making you want more. You felt each thrust deep inside you, he was moving so fast you almost started screaming of pleasure. You bit his shoulder in order not to be heard, he found that perfect spot, the one spot that made you dig your nails into his back. His moves got sloppier and so did his kisses; you knew he was close, and when his fingers found their way to your clit and started rubbing circles on it, you were lost as well. Pleasure was so enormous that you could barely think, your legs were shaking, you felt wetness under your fingertips and were sure you cut Bucky’s back, but it didn’t matter, because the moment you felt him come into you, every muscle in your body flexed, moaned, screamed and relaxed. James slid out of you. Panting, he lied down on your bed.

‘Merry Christmas, baby.’

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader smut

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cherubsoda · 5 years

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!!!!! 38 for Medic and/or 41 for Dante! [DC] (I'm not even putting this on anon why am I leaving my signature lmao)

ok so i went ham for no reason @dizzycoyote i apologize,,, this was supposed to be a doodle yikes,, also i wrote a fat fic for it so ,, its like my first time writing a real fic? sucks fr bro

hruggnn tagging @tibbygetsrekt, @sundewsunset and @heartstringsymphoniesbc i am,,, gay

under the cut

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1HakfW2av-gRiemn39g8cVh8wKG8cFOXVH6u-mo9OF28/edit?usp=sharing

Medic 38: reunited/ “haven’t seen you in a while”

I shake my head, finding myself spacing out again. A few more transfers and I’ll be there… I have time to think. Old thoughts started resurfacing, things I haven’t thought of in months. How was he? I would give anything to hear from him again - to see him again. I don’t think we would need to speak; being next to each other again would be enough. ‘I wondered if he’s ever thought about me…’ I shifted to get comfortable.

‘I’ll just rest my eyes’,

I can remember what it was like before you left,

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“- a job where they’ll let me practice what I please!”

My eyes shifted up from my plate to look at you — you’re practically ready to spring up on your feet, excitement evident on your face and in your voice, I smiled,

“That sounds perfect for you! When do you start?”

I saw the curl of your lips twitch and the corner of your eyes crinkle,

“Ah, in a couple of months — the beginning of spring — I begin a ‘test trial’ at this…establishment. Bah, there is just so much to prepare…” you trailed off and turned your gaze upon a suddenly interesting looking glass. I tilted my head a bit and raised my hand to catch your gaze again,

“I’ll help you pack or plan- whatever you need, I’ll do it with you!”

I smiled when I stumbled over my words, hoping that it did enough to distract you from seeing the sadness on my face or hear the hurt that I felt. I seemed to forget my woes for a moment when you smiled up at me again,

“Thank you, my friend”

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We began packing a couple days later — I came over early and we packed away the trinkets you couldn’t bear to part with and we laughed while boxing the ones to give away. I wonder if you still have them. Minutes turned to hours and morning turned to midday. I looked at the clock hanging on your wall: 4:37. We agreed that we’ve done enough for today and went to a diner a few blocks away. The meal was quiet, a few comments here and there, but you were quiet. I couldn’t help but wonder what you were feeling. ’Probably just tired from all the packing … or maybe he’s actually upset that I called that ceramic piece was ugly … maybe he’s just as sad that he has to leave-‘. I downed the rest of my water.

You drove me home, walked me to the door and said good night. You didn’t leave until I waved out my window.

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I plopped down on one of the armchairs you were taking,

“I think it’s time for a break,”

A month passed and the majority of your things were packed and ready to be shipped off.

“I think we’re both stressed from all, this” I gestured to the boxes stacked around us. It’s been on my mind for a while, “Let’s visit some of your favorite places before you leave” I suggested “make some new memories to take with you.” You straighten your back and let out a sigh,

“I suppose you’re right about a break,” you massaged the bridge of your nose,“but what place did you have in mind?” you looked at my slumped over form,

“Anywhere.”

“Anywhere?”

I sat up straight and watched you reminisce.

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We went to the museums you promised you’d visit one day, walked through the gardens in the heart of Stuttgart, you got me drunk at your favorite bar, watched plays you never thought you’d see, and we sat in parks you had played at when you were younger. I listened as you rambled on about what changed and what stayed the same — I stood aside when you ran into an old classmate — when they introduced their wife and daughter to you, I smiled and looked away.

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Your departure inched closer and closer. I think you could sense my desperation, my fear — but you never said anything if you did. You promised to call or write to me when you had the time. You reassured me that you’d visit during holidays and would keep me in your thoughts all the time. You walked me to my door and waited for me to wave. But you didn’t say goodnight.

Just a couple more weeks until you leave.

You spent a week with your family.

Just about a week left until you leave.

You came home exhausted.

Just a few more days until you leave.

“Did you get to see and do everything on your list?”

We sat on a park bench, the cool winter air sent a shiver down my spine. I turned to look at you, a bittersweet smile adorned your lips paired with a wistful look clouded your eyes — I wondered what you were feeling, maybe for too long; your mouth moved but I couldn’t hear you, as you grabbed my hands and led me back to your car. We drove, and we parked, then you finally turned to me and spoke,

“We’re here,” voice low and soft, I peered out my window and saw my porch, my door, my house…

You opened the car door and led me up the steps, my gloved fingers fumbled with my keys, I finally managed to find the right key and push the door open. We’re greeted by Archimedes’ enthusiastic chirps.

“I think they’ll miss you the most,” I giggled, walking over and opening the cage. The white dove happily hopped onto my finger and made its way up on my shoulder,

You let out a soft chuckled as he flew to your shoulder instead, “Do you really think so?” you asked while petting his side.

“They were always very fond of you…” arms crossed, head slightly tilted. I smiled “Take him with you.”

Your eyes quickly found mine across the room, staring at me; a confused, worried look flashed across your face.

“What are you talking about?” it seemed like Archimedes was looking at me the same way you did,

“Please, take him. He always liked you better,” I teased, pacing a bit “besides, it’s the least I can give you as a — a going away gift.” I tried to smile, my voice cracked and I wish you didn’t hear it.

You sent me a bittersweet smile from where you stood,

“My friend, will you miss me?” you asked as if you were waiting your whole life to get it out. I let out a sob. Of course I will.

———

That night, you drove. Parked. Led me up the steps. You walked inside with me. You didn’t wait for me to stand by my window and wave, so, I cried. I cried and you held onto me and spoke in hushed tones and made promises I wish you had kept. You stayed the night because this time you’d be saying goodbye instead of goodnight.

———

My mind was blank but racing at the same time. Archimedes’ made no noise in his cage — I promised I’d see him off, so I called a taxi and drove to the train station. The ride was brief but gave me time to think: I wanted to apologize for that night; how awful I must’ve made him feel. I paid the fare and waited for you to arrive.

You pulled up in a similar taxi and I helped you with your luggage. I gently put the dove on a bench and we stood there watching trains that weren’t yours rush by.

Everything that I wanted to say couldn’t wait any longer but there will never be a perfect moment to tell. I will never be brave enough. I’m grateful it’s winter; to excuse my shaking shoulders and hands; grateful that the trains blew my hair every which way to cover my warming face; grateful that the cold, nipping air stopped oncoming tears.

“Why didn’t you tell me,”

I glanced up at you, you were watching as people trickled out of the train,

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“That you were going to miss me — that you were this upset,” you cut me off.

I gaped but closed my mouth. How selfish of me to try admit that I’d miss my one friend here.

“I’m sorry,” I shook and mumbled out in the cold air “I’m sorry for getting so worked up that night. I just — I’ll miss you I didn’t want to say it because…” I don’t think you could hear me or cared. I bit my lip.

How selfish would I be if I said I loved him so much I felt like I was being torn apart?

“Do not miss me.”

My eyes snapped up, this time you were looking at me, a smile in your eyes,

“You make it sound like I’m dying!” you laughed, a real laugh. “I will always be a phone call away, my friend, remember that,” and your smile widened as you put a gloved hand on my shoulder. I let out a choked sob and you held me.

I wish I had said I loved you, that you had leaned in so I could meet you half way. But how could I confess when I knew this was your dream? That I was the reason you got held back-, I cut my thoughts off when your train arrived; I shifted my weight. I passed Archimedes over to you with care — I suppose it was a foolish dream of mine to be with you. This time I waited until you were inside. You stood by the window and you smiled and waved. I finally said goodbye.

———

I wake up with a sudden jolt. I look around and ran a hand down my face

‘I dozed off… I must’ve been exhausted.’

After a couple more stops, a ‘ding’ signified I’m at my stop and brought me out of my sleepy daze. I quickly gathered my belongings and trudged out the train station. I checked my watch for the time; 9:17am, ‘hopefully I make it in time’. I take a taxi to another nearby town, some place that seems more desolate, more… rustic I suppose. ‘They should be here any second now.’ I look around at the stores nearby, when something bumped into my shoulder. I jumped, throwing my hands up and taking a few steps back; white feathers clouded half of my vision. I gingerly put a pair of fingers under its feet and turned to face it, hoping it doesn’t attack again. The bird - dove - begins crooning, pecking at my hair,

“Archimedes?” ”Archimedes!” a distant yell overlapped my voice, other voices followed but were drowned out by the approaching man’s voice,

“There you are Archimedes! You shouldn’t fly off like that!” he scolds, “Ah haa, so sorry about-” his sheepish smile drops as he makes eye contact with me,

“Ludwig…?” I let out a surprised laugh, “Wha-“

“Schatz, what are you doing here?!” He takes a step back and quickly looks at me, he shifts around a bit, unsure what to say, “Why - How —“

I couldn’t help but stare. How long has it been since I’ve seen him? His hair is greying much more than before, his cheeks sunken in a bit more, the worry creases on his brow deepened, but he - he’s stayed the same. What about me? I must look like a mess - freshly woken up after a who knows how long train ride, my hair unbrushed and —

“Lay, you’re crying,” his accented voice gently pulled me away from my thoughts; I haven’t heard my name used so tenderly in years. I didn’t realized that he had slightly bent down to look at me. My tears ran freely. I let him wipe them away and took in a deep breath. I let my forehead rest against his cheek, while he held my hand in his, rubbing the back of it with his thumb. He gently nuzzled his cheek against my hair and placed a kiss on the crown of my head; letting out a soft laugh that shook his chest when slid my hand over his shoulder to the back of his neck. He finally leaned in and I met him half way. I closed my eyes and I can remember what it was like before you left.

#self shipping #tf2 #self ship #self insert #medic #cowboybenoit #anyways...that was gay #dizzycoyote #s: the way to a man's heart #my writing #sadly...#shits and doodles #thank you for the ask!! sorry it took so long its... 440 in hawaii i wanted to finish this fic before bed but so yeah #shifty eyes please dont shame me in my own home ajsjdj #ugh this is literally my first fic #is this the au where i give medic archimedes instead? yes #the sad au is that we'll never see each other again and hes just like 'ah yes my fondness of doves stems from an old friend of mine'#yikes!!#what am i during in germany you ask? well... *runs out of this ask*

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Read and Right

YN age 21

Dean age 39

Sam age 35

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Warnings: description of injury and surgery, canon violence, language, fights, death

Summary: YN stops by to see the Winchesters on a case. Dean didn’t expect her kindness.

*This does not follow the canon timeline exactly. Thanks to @sbcamp08 for the amazing beta!

Words 5,600

“Dean, it says bacon or cheese. Which do you want?”

“Both.” Dean responded.

“Okay, both please.” Sam ordered food for his brother.

“Thanks, Sammy,” Dean looked at the diner table instead of the waitress, ashamed.

“Thank you,” Sam gratefully complimented the waitress as she walked away. “You’re fine, Dean.”

————-

“So, how’s the hunting?” The Winchesters’ young friend asked Dean in the bunker. Visiting for a few days while after a case, she stayed with the brothers.

“Kinda slow. I’m getting anxious. It’s good to actually visit with you though, tiny one.” He laughed.

“I’m not tiny!” YN giggled in response.

“Short, feisty, smart, bark and a bite. I wish I was like you. Smart and all that.”

“I can see that,” YN gave her thanks, not a response Dean was not expecting. “You’re smart too, Dean.”

She saw a paper with scribbles on it near his elbow on the table.

Huh? Weird.

“Nah. I leave the smart stuff to other people. I hunt. That’s what I do.”

“You know you have to make connections and think critically to do that, right? You’re the smartest hunter I know, Dean. And being a hunter shouldn’t be your identity. It’s what you do for work, that’s it.”

“Suck up,” Dean smiled but dismissed her compliment.

“Forget it, Dean. Good night.” YN was saddened by how he was consistently putting himself down.

“Uh- goodnight, YN.”

—————

“‘Morning, sunshine,” Dean laughed at YN’s ratty hair.

“Shut up. I need coffee.” YN groaned.

“Here,” Dean poured a cup and handed it to her.

“Thanks. You gonna read that?” She motioned to the newspaper on the island of the kitchen.

“Oh, no.” He quickly shoved it over to her. YN noticed the paper was opened to the crossword puzzle. “You working on this?”

“No, you can have it.” He winced, wanting to be as far away from it as possible.

“Okay, thanks. You okay?”

“Yep!” He recovered, scratching the back of his head.

“Man, these are hard! What’s a motorized saw that goes back and forth?” She looked quizzically at the page.

“Reciprocating.” Dean jumped at the chance to answer.

“Dang, Dean! Thanks!” YN was surprised at the quick response. “These other filled in boxes are just scribbles.”

“I need to go do- laundry.” The male hunter tried to leave the situation quickly.

“Hey, Dean. Did you do this?”

“No, I…” He trailed off, not thinking of a defense fast enough.

“It looks like gibberish.” She saw his face turn pale. “Can you write?” YN looked at him with a quizzical expression.

“Umm.” Dean paused. YN took a beat.

He can’t write? Can he read?

“It’s okay, Dean.”

“No, it’s not.” He turned to face the wall.

“Turn around, Dean.” The younger hunter touched his shoulder to make him shift toward her. He slowly followed her command.

“I never… learned.”

“Dean-“

“No,” he scooted away from her. “It’s fine-“

“Would you like to learn?” YN offered. “I can try and teach you.”

He was taken aback by her lack of teasing. Dean’s mouth was agape at her idea.

“No, I can’t. It’s too late to teach an old dog new tricks.” Dean blinked, shrinking into himself.

“Exactly my point. I can teach you.”

“You probably don’t have time,“ he shrugged.

“Don’t worry about that. Don’t think about anyone else. Do you want to learn?”

“Don’t make fun of me though!” He snapped at her and then froze. YN could see the desperation on his innocent face. He was giving her information he rarely told anyone.

“I would never. Thank you for trusting me with this. I would love to help you,” she made sure to give him a wide smile before she stood up. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

When YN returned, she carried shopping bags to the kitchen. She walked to his door and knocked. “Dean! Come with me!”

He opened the door and heard her footsteps down the hall. Wiping his eyes from his nap, he followed the sound.

“Yeah?” Dean turned the corner to the kitchen and saw pencils and workbooks on the kitchen table. “No.” He shifted on his feet when he realized what she had done.

“Dean.” YN hopped up from the stool and ran after him. He walked swiftly down the hallway. “Stop!” She yelled after him.

“I can’t! Okay, I just can’t. I’m not smart, okay?”

“SMARTS HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH READING, DEAN!” YN screamed at him. He quieted at her harsh response. “Stop saying that. You do not get to believe that anymore,” she whispered.

“Okay.”

“Good,” YN let out a breath. “Come on, then.” She pivoted on her feet to enter the kitchen again. He entered through the door frame fully before looking at the supplies on the table. “Sit down. I want to show you what I bought.”

“You didn’t have to-“

“Shut up and listen, Dean. I know I don’t have to,” YN said calmly. “I found these workbooks that assist with reading and writing. There are also flash cards here for practice.” She showed his the cover pages of the books. The older hunter took in everything before him slowly.

“That’s for babies!” He pushed them all off the table. YN jumped back in surprise and shrieked, getting Dean’s attention. He froze and swallowed hard. “Sorry, YN. I didn’t mean it, just a lot to take in is all.”

“It’s okay. Look, we don’t have to start today. I just wanted to show you.”

“Can’t I learn by reading bigger books?”

“We could, but it would take longer. Trust me, reading needs to be taught correctly. If you put the work on with these, then I will make sure to find books you will like later on.”

“I don’t want to,” he sighed.

“I know. How about this? Since you don’t have any cases right now, if you work on it every day for the next week, I’ll stick around and clean the bunker?”

“You promise?”

“Promise.”

“And if you keep up with it, I will be on call for assistance.” YN increased her offer.

“Really?”

“Well, yeah, Dean. Deal?”

“Deal.”

——

Day 1

The next day, Dean and YN sat down to work on his academic skills. She chose to work on identification of the letters first. It was difficult for Dean. Getting easily frustrated, he threw a flash card toward the wall. It floated to the floor not far from him.

“Gah!”

“Dean, just take a breath. Focus on this second. I can see that you’re anxious, and that’s okay.”

“No, it’s not! I should know how to do this!” He gritted his teeth. Soothingly, YN told him that she knew the first day would be hard, so she would increase his work time slowly. When he realized he couldn’t push her away with his defensiveness, he refocused. As he practiced identifying the letters, he was able to work through it and identify a few more before they ended for the day.

“You did great, Dean!”

“I know like three letters…” he expressed his discouraged attitude. YN reassured his hard work and progress before she dismissed him for the day.

Day 2

“Let’s review the letters you learned yesterday.”

“It’s like five letters. I know them, let’s move on.” Dean was already impatient.

“Fine. What’s this one?” YN put a letter ‘e’ in front of him.

“Umm. ‘D’?” He was slow to answer, realizing he did not recognize the letter.

“Dean. You guessed. It’s okay that you don’t know.”

“You know what? This is stupid.”

“Don’t care, big guy.”

“Never mind. I don’t want to do this. You can go home now.”

“Really, Dean? After everything we’ve talked about? You can trust me! I’m pushing you because, yes, it’s hard, but you can do this. You can.”

“It’s too hard.”

“The beginning is the hardest. Now, let’s sit down and do this, or I will not do your laundry.” She grinned at her wager.

“Oh, please do it. I hate it.” Dean begged her, scared of her threat.

“You cannot compare yourself to other people. You don’t know how to read or write YET. You will. Not everyone knows how to hunt or work on cars either. If they want to learn, they work at it, right?” He nodded. “So, that’s what we’re doing. Every time you diminish yourself or your work, I’m making you tell me something you’ve done or are capable of doing that you’re proud of.”

“YN!” He returned, frustrated.

“That’s two,” she counted.

“I’m not good at-“

“Three!” YN said shortly. Dean tried to fight back, but he shut his mouth when she put an index finger over her lips, signaling him to be quiet.

“Fine.”

He became confused, switching a few letters. YN was able to work with him through his anger until he learned enough for that day.

“I’ll collect on those compliments when you’re calm and have possibly taken a nap. Go relax.” YN was tired, but she encouraged him, showing him the emotional support that he needed.

That night as the two ate pie, YN asked for his accomplishments.

“You were serious?”

“Yeah, of course. Come on. Number 1.” Dean wasted time not wanting to answer. “Dean, how about I give you options?”

“Umm. Okay?”

“Number One’s options are: your ability to learn new skills quickly, your amazing protection and devotion to family, or rebuilding Baby?”

He thought for a minute before saying, “Sammy. I will always protect him.”

“Good! Nice work. Okay, next one.” YN continued her prompting until the three things were acknowledged. “How do you feel?”

“Kinda funny, but I know those things are true.”

“You have great qualities, Dean.”

“Thanks.” He offered a small, grateful smile.

——————

Day 3

“Wow! Thanks for all the bacon!” Dean looked at his breakfast plate.

“You’re going to have a heart attack.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Stop, Sam. Dean did great work yesterday. It should be rewarded, don’t you think?”

“With a heart attack? Weird, but sure.” He chuckled.

“Not what she meant, bitch.” Dean deadpanned.

“Sorry,” Sam quietly chuckled.

“He’s doing great. Leave him alone, sprout.” YN rebutted to Sam playfully. “Once breakfast is done, will you be ready to practice your letters?” She turned toward Dean.

“If we have to…” he dragged out the last word in pseudo defiance.

“Smartass.”

“Every time,” he winked at her.

———-

“What’s this?”

“H”

“Awesome.” YN smiled. “We learned that one yesterday, and you remembered! Good job, dude!”

“Yeah, but-.”

“You owe me a compliment for yourself.”

“Ugh, YN!”

“You wanna make it two?” She was stern but not mean.

“No. I should have said thank you. Sorry.”

“Look, my goal for you is to have these memorized by the time I leave at the end of the week. We are ten letters in and have 5 days left which includes today. Let’s do this. We got this.” YN beamed.

“Do I though?”

“You can totally conquer this, yes.”

“What happens when you leave?”

“Let’s not worry about that right now. Besides, I still have to clean this pigsty.” YN giggled.

“It’s not THAT dirty, small fry.”

“Keep believing that, Pig Pen.”

————

Day 4

“I’m not cleaning this damn bunker if you keep throwing a fit, Dean.”

“I don’t remember though!”

“So don’t guess! Just tell me, and I will help you!” YN groaned back at him. “I want you to practice the other letters alone for a second. I need a minute. Excuse me.” Not wanting to become angry, she left the room to refocus so that she could model positive coping skills. Dean picked up the cards and flipped through them. The younger one walked into her guest room and crashed on the bed.

Come on, Dean. You got this. Stop degrading yourself. You’re smart. Why can’t you see that?

After a few minutes, YN took a breath and stood up. When she opened her door, Dean was sitting against the wall on the floor across the hall.

“What-“

“Look, I’m an ass. I know. I’m sorry,” Dean apologized. YN took a beat before crossing the hallway and sitting next to him.

“I’m going to tell you something that NO ONE knows. Okay?”

“Oh, secrets. Do tell.” Dean nudged her playfully.

“I’m serious.” Dean saw her expression change. “I couldn’t read for a long time either.”

“Really?” His eyes as wide as saucers.

“Yep. It was awful. Same story as you. Moved around with Dad too much for me to really learn.”

“Who taught you to read?” Dean was curious.

“Bobby,” she answered him.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Yep. I offered to pay him so that I could stay with him after Dad died, but he said that I needed to learn to read as a type of payment. So he taught me.”

“Wow! And no one knew? Dang.”

“Nope.”

She went on to tell him how she didn’t adjust to being instructed well, but Bobby wouldn’t give up on her. YN reiterated her encouragement to Dean. He wasn’t alone, and she understood his frustration, but he was the smartest person she knew. She respected him, and YN didn’t want him to feel limited or ashamed for being illiterate anymore.

“I get it. It just takes so much time.” Dean put his head in his hands.

“You know who inspired me to read?”

“Your dad?”

“No,” she acknowledged. “You.”

“What? Why me?”

“You’re like my older brother. You’ve known me since I was eight and my dad made friends with you on that wendigo case. I remember you teaching me about cars and self-defense. Everything you do, you’re good at. Or you practice until you’re good at it. I’ve wanted to be exactly like you ever since I met you. And Sam too. You guys are definitely a pair.” YN complimented the boys.

“Wow. I didn’t know that. Well, you’re pretty cool too, kid.”

“Ha. Thanks. You ready to get back at it?”

“If we have to.” He laughed.

“Oh, shut up,” YN rolled her eyes.

—————-

Day 7

“Sam!” YN called for the younger Winchester. When he arrived in the kitchen, he saw Dean smiling. “Watch this.” She quizzed Dean on the entire alphabet in order. He named every one of them correctly, and he was able to recite the alphabet without assistance. When Dean finished, he looked over at Sam. The younger Winchester had tears in his eyes. He ran to YN and gave her an engulfing hug.

“I can’t thank you enough. This is amazing.” Quickly, he let go of her and pulled Dean into him. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks, Sammy.” After a moment of silent appreciation, Dean asked, “Anyone want a beer?”

—————

“Thank you for cleaning. You are making good on your promise.” Dean met YN’s eyes.

“You kept yours. I gotta keep mine. When are you going to start the workbooks?” She asked

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually.”

“Oh?”

“I trust you. No one knows but you, Sam and Bobby. Can you stay? I mean, stay and teach me? I still have to actually learn to read now and write too. I’ll be good, I promise.” He gave a sly grin.

“I need to hunt, Dean. I want to help, but-“ She was afraid it would destroy their rapport but she had been ignoring Garth’s calls for hunts.

“That’s also why I wanted to bring this up. You want to hunt with us? That way we can do this on the road? I need your help.”

“Really?” After a few seconds, she took a breath. “I hadn’t thought about it, but sure.”

“And could you clean the bunker more? You keep it so nice.”

“You just want me to stay so that your tighty whiteys get washed!” YN faked offense. “Yes, I will stay, you dweeb.”

————-

A Few Months Later

The Winchesters and YN traveled to a small town in Ohio for a case. At a diner, YN prompted Dean to read the menu.

“E-ggs. Oh. Eggs.”

“Good. The next one is harder, but sound it out.”

“Ba, Bac-on. Backon.”

“Nice job sounding it out. There is no food called backon though. Try to think of what delicious goodness usually comes with eggs.”

“Bay-con, eggs and bacon!” He beamed from ear to ear. YN had never seen him smile so widely.

“Yes!” She gave him a high five.

“You can’t read ‘eggs and bacon’? A waitress walked up to the table. Dean's eyes went wide and his face turned red.

“Excuse me.” Dean tried to get out of the booth, but YN wouldn’t move. She put her hand on his chest to stop him.

“Look, lady, I don’t know who raised you, but they obviously don’t teach you manners. This guy,” she pointed to Dean, “helped raise me. He taught me to treat others with respect, no matter what. You should learn that. Your attitude is indelicate. We request that waitress over there or we’ll blast this restaurant’s service all over Yelp. You understand me?” YN gave a guttural, protective sound with her statement.

The waitress let her jaw drop. Quickly she ran into the kitchen.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Dean thanked YN.

“Yes, I did. You’re practicing a skill. She had no right to do that. So, what do you want to eat?”

“Flapjacks- and lots of bacon.”

—————-

“You’ve learned to write A through M! That’s amazing, Dean. Let me see!” YN complimented him via computer video chat. Dean held up his paper where she could easily see lowercase letters covering the page. They were fairly recognizable, and she was so proud of him.

“When are you coming back?” Dean wanted his study buddy at the bunker.

“Garth said we’re almost done. Besides, your cold should give you plenty of time to practice before Sam and I get back. Probably a day and a half.”

“But I need my people,” Dean whined.

“You’re just a big baby.” YN giggled. “The man-cold is real to you, isn’t it, Dean?” YN folded over in uncontrollable laughter.

“No!” He snapped back, defensive.

“Okay, okay. Onto the next subject. Look, I swiped your alphabet cards so that we could practice together while I was gone. You ready for a review?” YN raised a brow.

“YN! I know the letters! I’m writing them.” Dean complained.

“Okay then. What’s this?” She showed him the letter ‘q’, realizing he still had trouble with that one.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I don’t know.”

“This is the letter ‘q’, Dean. This is why we review. Everyone does. You consistently train to fight, right?” She made eye contact. He agreed. “See? Same thing. Only this is for reading and writing.”

“I understand.”

They practiced recognizing letters again before YN taught him to write the letter ‘N’.

“Okay, got your pencil?” YN looked at Dean through the camera.

“Yep.”

“To start the letter, you begin with a straight line going down vertically to the bottom. Next, a diagonal line from the top of the first line down to the bottom line. Like this.” She showed him her work as an example. “Then go to the top and make a straight line down so that it touches the diagonal line. All done.” She smiled. “Let’s see.” He turned his paper to her. “Oh my gosh. Dean! That’s awesome! Okay. I want you to write it fifty times or until it looks consistent. If you need examples, look through your workbooks, okay?”

“Fifty times?!”

“I can make it 100 if you want.” She grinned slyly.

“Fine, I’m going! Goodnight, YN.” Dean thanked her without using words.

“See you soon, Dean.”

————

“Dean!” Sam yelled for his older brother in an urgent manner. As Dean walked quickly into the entry room, he saw Sam holding YN in his arms. “She got shot.” Dean’s eyes went wide. “Help me carry her downstairs and lift her onto a table?” Sam requested. “I hurt my hand.”

“Oh, YN. Yeah.” He ran up the steps to take her from Sam. Semi-unconscious, she leaned into his body. “I got you, kid.” He placed her onto the table before lifting her shirt so that he could view the bullet wound in her abdomen. “Ah, crap. Okay, Sam, go get cleaned up. I’ll take care of her.”

“Thanks, Dean.”

He turned his attention to YN as Sam left for the shower.

“Oh, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He focused on the entry wound, seeing the metal piece right under her skin. He carefully used some alcohol to clean the injury area and the tools before digging out the bullet. YN stirred but did not wake because of his homemade antibiotic. When he was finished, he bandaged her stomach. Carefully, he carried her to her bed. “Goodnight, YN.”

—————

When Dean woke up the next morning on the floor of YN’s room, he heard, “Dean?” at a whisper.

“Hey, YN. You okay, sweetheart?”

“Did you practice your writing while we were gone?” She whispered to him.

“Don’t worry about that right now. Just rest. Are you okay? Do you hurt?”

“My abs. What happened?”

—————

“No, you’re not sitting at the table with me. You are resting. Resting in your bed. I will bring my workbooks in here.”

“But, Dean! It’s been two days! I will go crazy.”

“You already are. Now stay.” Dean smiled to himself at his joke and turned and left her sulking on her bed. He soon came back with his workbooks. “I practiced my ‘n’s’. They look okay, see?” He handed her his workbook.

“What the hell, Dean?”

“What?!”

“This is the best work you’ve done!” YN beamed.

“Oh.” He ducked his head. “Thanks.”

“You should be proud, big guy. You ready to start the ‘o’s’?”

“Yep!” Dean settled on the floor to start his lesson. A few minutes later, he became angered. “Mine looks nothing like the book’s!”

“Dean, look at me.” He turned to face her. “This letter is one is the hardest to learn. Don’t beat yourself up. Either take a break or breathe and continue, but no bad thoughts. You can do this.” Dean sighed and looked back at his paper. After some more practice, his letters became more consistent. “Good job, Dean. Looks great. I don't feel good.” YN looked pale. Dean grabbed a trash can and handed it to her. She coughed hard, but didn’t throw up. When YN took a deep breath, she motioned for her water bottle on the desk. Dean handed it to her.

“Let’s be done for today. You rest. I’ll go practice at the table. Sleep well, YN.”

—————

“What the hell are you doing out of bed?” Dean asked as he entered YN’s room.

“Bathroom. Can you walk me there?”

“Oh. Sure. You feeling better?”

“Weak, but yeah.” The two walked toward the restroom.

“I’ll make you some lunch to get some food in you.”

“Chips and salsa?” She grinned, knowingly trying to manipulate him.

“Hell no. Not on your weak stomach. We’ll start with toast. Nice try, though.” Dean let go of her when they reached the bathroom. He waited until the door opened to walk her back to her bed.

“Can I lay on the couch? I hate being alone in there. Please?”

“Fine, But you’re going to be horizontal, got it?”

“Yes, King McGrumpy Squirrelpants.” YN couldn’t hold back her laughter.

“You know what, kid, you’re a handful. Come on.” He escorted her to the couch where she maneuvered herself to a flat position. “Thank you.” He bowed, silly.

“You’re an idiot. But you’re welcome.” YN waved her hand, dismissing him from his bow.

————-

“I don’t want to! Can’t we have a day off?” Dean displayed his displeasure for writing his letters.

“Get your stuff, come on.”

“Ugh. Tyrant.” Dean growled.

“I love you too, Dean,” YN laughed uncontrollably. Dean grumbled as he exited the living room and came back with his work. “Okay, we’re on ‘s’, dude! Can you believe that?”

“Only a million to go,” he huffed.

“One.”

“No! No compliments!” Dean groaned.

“Then don’t belittle how far you’ve come.”

“But I want to be done!”

“Two.”

“Gah!”

“Okay. Okay, breathe. Don’t worry about that right now. Give me my whiteboard.” He handed it to her. As they practiced, he didn’t feel his letters were becoming any better. “Dean. I need you to relax. It’s hard, but just focus on one letter at a time.”

Slowly, Dean started to feel as if his work was paying off for the day.

“Okay, Dean. All done for today. I need a nap.”

“I’ll keep practicing.”

“No, Dean. All done. If you don’t take breaks, you’ll resent learning.”

“Ha! Already do.” Dean grinned. “Thanks, kid.”

—————-

As the three hunted, Dean continued to grasp reading and writing. Learning the letters as well as the sounds, he became determined to finish the alphabet.

“Here. Read this.” YN tossed Dean a paperback book called Nan and Fran, underline an easy reader.

“A book?” Dean’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah, you’re almost done with the alphabet. We have to practice putting all of the sounds together.”

“I’m not ready though.” He looked at his shoes.

“Nonsense. Come on. Read. First page.”

He rolled his eyes and opened the book. Dean looked up at YN, begging her with his eyes, scared.

“Dean. I mean it. You’re ready. It’s scary, but it’s a good thing.” YN gave a reassuring smile.

He took a deep breath and looked down at the first page.

“Nuh, Na, Nan,” He grunted in near defeat.

“Good, keep going.”

“Nan an-d Fr-, Fra-n, Fran r-a-n.” He completed the sentence.

“Okay, now read it all together.”

“Nan and Fr- Fran ran,” Dean stated more confidently. He beamed. YN punched him in the arm.

“DEAN! That’s so good! Okay, keep going.”

—————

2 Months Later

“I bought you a gift for your birthday, Dean.” YN excitedly bounced on the balls of her feet.

“Oh? Do tell.”

“Here.” She walked to him and handed him the bag. He squinted at the wrapping paper. When he moved it out of the way, he saw it.

“No way!” Dean grinned at YN. “You got me a chapter book?”

“Of course. You’ve worked hard. You’ll like it.”

“Thank you, YN!” Dean stood from his chair and engulfed her in a giant hug

“You’re welcome, Dean. You deserve it. It’s a great book. It’s about this princess who finds her fairytale knight-“

“No, YN! Please, no.” He whined.

“I’m just kidding, dweeb. It’s about a spy.”

Dean gratefully grinned. “Awesome! Hey Sammy!” Dean walked into the next room, “I got a chapter book!” YN heard him exclaim to his brother.

“That’s amazing, Dean! You earned it, jerk.”

“Bitch.”

She smirked at their loving insults.

————-

“Hey, Bobby,” YN smiled as she entered his house. Dean and Sam followed behind. They ate dinner soon after arrival, tired and hungry. When dinner and dishes were done, YN told Dean he needed to read his book.

“How did you get him to read like that?’” Bobby pulled YN aside, observing Dean with an open book on the couch.

“Same as you taught me. Lots of practice. And fighting and a little incentive,” YN gave a chuckle.

“Sounds like father like daughter.”

“Huh?” She quizzically tilted her head. Bobby’s mouth dropped at his own statement. “Wait, what?”

“Nothing. Dinner’s ready.” Bobby tried to leave the area, but she yelled his name. Everyone turned.

“Bobby, what are you talking about?” YN asked as he walked away. “Who is he talking about?” She looked to Sam and Dean.

“What?” The older Winchester looked at her having missed the conversation.

“What did he mean? Like father, like daughter? You and I are not related.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He played dumb, but she saw the blood drain from his face.

“So it’s true? And to think I trusted you all!” YN stomped out of the house, got into one of Bobby’s operable vehicles, and drove off.

“BOBBY!” Dean yelled, angry at the older hunter.

—————-

“Hey, Jody.” YN greeted her as Jody opened her front door.

“Hey, YN! What are you-“. The sheriff pushed open her screen door to see red, puffy eyes. “What happened?”

“I was staying with- the boys-“ she sniffled, “and we are visiting Bobby, but he said, he said that Dean is my dad!” YN ran into Jody’s arms.

“What?” Jody let that sink in. “Okay, come here.”

YN held onto Jody until she stopped crying on the couch.

“You ready to tell me what happened?” Jody leaned away from her. YN nodded. She took a deep breath.

“Bobby said something about being ‘like father like daughter’, meaning me and Dean. Then, he froze. I saw Dean and his face went white. I knew after that. I don’t remember the rest though. Somehow I made my way here. Did you know about this?”

“No, sweetheart. I didn’t, but I’m sure they had good reason.”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

“I know, but I had to try.”

————-

“Really?” Jody elevated her voice at the men.

“It was to keep her safe!” Dean argued back, motioning to YN.

“Yeah, well, now my fake dad is dead and my real one is a coward! I had a right to know!” YN screamed at Dean.

“Hate me if you want, but it was for your own good, I promise,” he whispered. “Excuse me,” He ducked his head and tried to leave the conversation when YN slid in front of him and body blocked him.

“Just sit down.” She growled. He backed away and sat on the couch. Everyone’s eyes widened.

“Sam, Bobby,” Jody nodded toward the door. “They need a minute. As the three left, YN walked over to Dean. He started to look up at her, but she slapped him on the face. He opened his mouth to stretch the now reddened skin.

“I deserved that,” he whispered.

“Hell yeah, you did. Explain to me why you didn’t raise me and why you kept it a damn secret!”

“YN, your dad was a friend of mine when I found out I was going to be a father. He wasn’t into hunting at the time, and he and your mom wanted to have kids, so-“ He was interrupted.

“So you shipped me off? And you stayed away? Until I was eight, Dean? You didn’t even want to help me after he died I was fifteen!”

“To keep you safe! He got into hunting because of your mom’s death after you were born and but you were already being taken care of by him. He had to protect you. I couldn’t waltz in and take over, that wouldn’t have been right.”

“Damnit, Dean. Anything else you want to add?” YN huffed. “Was I a mistake?”

“What? No. Of course not. We just had to look out for you.”

“Okay, so who’s my real mom?”

“She was the longest girlfriend I ever had. She was amazing. You look just like her.”

“What’s her name? Is she still alive?”

“Her name was Esmeralda, but I called her Ezzy. No, she isn’t. Sorry, sweetie.” He pulled her to sit next to him.

“Oh. My-“. She put her head in her hands.

“It’s a lot, I know.” Dean rubbed her back.

Tears ending over, she wiped them away with her fingertips. “So, hunting?”

“Yeah, that’s what took her from me. Look, that’s a conversation for another time, but just know I love you. I always have.” He pulled her into him lovingly.

“Gah, Dean. I can’t- I just- it’s too much.” YN stood up.

“It’s a lot. I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t have changed my decision though. He was a better father than I would have been.”

“I need a minute,” YN swiftly left the room and ran up the stairs.

———-

An hour later Jody sat with Dean in Bobby’s living room. “She still not talking to you?”

“Up in her room. Won’t come out.” Dean put his head in his hands.

“Wow.”

“Yeah. Jody, I- she wasn’t supposed to find out.”

“But she did, Dean. Blame it all on whatever you want, but your little girl is confused and lost. Don’t let her get in her own head or you’ll lose her.” Jody sat across from him.

“He already did,” YN suddenly walked down the stairs. “And to think you were my hero.” She eyed Dean. “I helped you, damnit! Forget it, don’t call me and ask for any more.”

“YN-” Dean started.

“No. You ripped my heart out and then stomped on it with your big, bad, hunter boot. I need some time.” YN threw her backpack over her shoulder. “I’m staying with Jody for a while.”

“Please don’t. I promise I will-”

“Your promises do not have any weight right now, Dean. I need to think, and I can’t with you so close.” YN frowned.

“Kid, do you hate me?”

“Can we go, Jody?” YN ignored his question.

“Sure, YN.” Jody stood, but stopped movement when Dean stood as well and crossed his arms.

“You knew about this?” He looked at Jody. “She and I need to figure this out.”

“Dean, don’t.” YN rolled her eyes. “I’m leaving.”

“Stop. We need to talk about this,” Dean tried to put a hand up to block her.

“When you can write me an apology letter, let me know. It will probably take you a while, asshole. Bobby can help you with the rest of it, but he won’t be as nice as I was. Bye, Dean.”

YN walked out of the house and slammed the screen door.

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sofhyuck · 6 years

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Terrace House!AU Mark

Genre: fluff, bullet point scenario

Word Count: 1.69k exactly ayyy

A/N please read the introduction before reading!

so same deal with Yuta’s scenario

you found out on the way to the house that ‘holy shit a member of nct 127 is going to be in the house with me wHaT dO I DO

you get to the house and settle in, meeting the other cast members

and it’s getting,,,really late,,,and everyone else is in the house except for nct boi

you and the other members are getting pretty concerned,,,but also really tired so one by one they all go to bed

except for you because you’re not tired yet plus,,,you’re so nervous to see who the member is you’re not sure you’d be able to go to sleep anyways

but it’s running on 2 in the morning and while you don’t have any work tomorrow,,,you know you should go to bed

and just as you’re shuffling past the front door the doorbell rings

you almost tripped and concussed yourself with how fast you ran to open the door

you opened the door to face a very exhausted looking mark lee

and you’re both so high key sleep deprived you can’t even really say anything

he gave you a soft smile and a little ‘hi’ and boi looked so soft and sle e py

so instead of trying to start a conversation you show him to his room and then,,,go to bed

well at least try to bc your heart is racing bc omfg your bias is literally two doors away from you

the next morning you wake up early bc someone is being hella loud in the kitchen

so you rub your eyes and make yourself a little more presentable before shuffling into the kitchen

and there is mark lee and oh no he found the eggs fuck

he looks up and recognizes you fro the night before and he smiles, which you return,,,but then you smell burning and you’re like “sHiT mARk the EggS”

and he doESn’T kNOw wHaT tO DO

so you rush over and grab the pan from him while he just kind of looks at you,,,in awe,,,bc

a) you know his name so are you a fan??? find out next week

and b) you look really cute in your pajamas while trying to salvage the burning frying pan

once you dispose of the disaster egg you turn to him with an exasperated sigh and low key scold him

“you know you can’t make eggs w h y would you d o that???”

but then you realize you just e x pose d yourself as a fan so you shut up real quick

but he just laughs and is like ‘glad to see we have a fan in the house’ while you blush so m u ch

feeling a little bad for scolding him you decide to help teach him how to cook eggs lol and together you make a pretty simple breakfast for the other members

soon enough everyone is awake and sitting at the table praising you guys for your hard work while you and mark just look at each other and silently agree to not talk about the earlier egg catastrophe

the other cast members already knew each other from the day before so now all eyes are on mark

you feel bad for the dude bc he looks a lil uncomfy but he slowly warms up to everyone

every time someone asks about the difficulties of being an idol he just brushes it off like ‘eh I get to do what I love while making people happy so it’s all worth it’

eventually conversation lulls and people begin to clean up and now’s your chance to ask the question you’ve been dying to know the answer to

“ok,,,so like,,,despite being a trainee and an idol forever,,,did you ever have time to watch vines?”

and boy just lights up like ‘hELl YEA’ and you’re so relieved like thank god sm didn’t keep him from witnessing a cultural phenomenon

i’m sorry idk what i’m writing lol

and miraculously boy doesn’t have any practices to go to bc all the units just ended promotions so now they have some time to chill and that’s the only reason he’s even allowed on the show

so the rest of the day goes by watching vine compilations and quoting your faves

you and mark get real close bc you guys are the only ones on the show your age,,,the rest are all in their thirties and like yea that’s not that old but you guys are kids y would you hang out with old people ew gross no offense this is for the purpose of the plot line soz

but then mark’s practices start to stack up again and you’re sad bc a) your closest friend on the show is barely there anymore and b) he left you with all the old people which you’re low key salty about cmon sm :(

but you guys still hang out as much as possible when he’s not at practice and you’re not at work

he tells you about all the shit the dreamies were pulling on kun the poor man and you tell him about funny incidents at work

but behind all the laughter you can see he’s tired but you don’t want to pry, especially since your every move is being recorded

so you try your best to make him happy and smile,,,like real smiles, not the fake ones he gives to other members sometimes

he thinks they can’t tell, but you can

sometimes you even go out to restaurants or even like arcades!

he’s even brought the dreamies a few times but that ended real quick after you almost got a black eye from renjun while playing laser tag don’t ask

so yea now you’re tight with dream (except renjun still feels bad about the laser tag incident)

(also he’s scared mark will skin him alive if he gets within a foot of you, he almost died the night of the incident by mark’s own smol hands)

one night the older guys left for some overnight bonding trip idek they were hella secretive about it you and the announcers are convinced they’re in love with each other but you’re in no place to out them

it’s really late like 3 in the morning but you’ve been struggling to go to sleep bc you’re waiting for mark bc he always tells you goodnight after getting home from practice

you’re just about to fall asleep when you hear the door open and you know it’s mark so you wait,,,but he never comes in

he just shuffles past your door to his room

and you’re really concerned bc he’s been looking extra beat lately and this is just the icing on the cake

so you go to the boy’s room and knock on the door but no response

so you push the door open and don’t see him

assuming he’s in the bathroom you’re about to leave but then you hear sniffling,,,coming from the bathroom

and you’re just like ‘oh hell no my boy is crying’

the bathroom is the only place without cameras so you know he wants privacy

making sure you don’t have your mic with you, you go over to the bathroom door and knock, softly whispering his name

the sniffling stops and you hear him moving around before moving to the door

barely giving him a chance to open it you slip and close the door behind you, making sure the cameras can’t see him

and there he is, tired as hell, eyes red, cheeks puffy

you both look at each other before he starts sobbing

and you immediately pull him into you, holding him and swaying side from side, letting him get it out of his system before talking to him

when he finally calms down you slowly pull away and he won’t look up to meet your eyes,,,he’s a lil embarrassed shy bub

so you lift his head up to meet your eyes and you just softly scold him

“I’m your friend mark,,,you don’t have to be worried about being embarrassed in front i mean,,,I saw your eggs and those were horrible”

cue mark laughing a little and your heart sOaRinG

“you can tell me anything, i know you don’t want to make me worry but I worry more about finding you her like this,,,so please,,,rant to me,,,relieve your stress”

and, well, without cameras and mics, mark goes off

telling you about all the stress he’s accumulated from being in all the units an being one of the faces of the group, always having to be on different programs ad make the group look good

you guys are sitting on the floor, him leaning against you while you rub his back and listen, sometimes interjecting with your own thoughts on sm treat your idols better i stg smh

eventually he slows down and now you’re both sitting on the bathroom floor, about to fall asleep at any moment

you move to face him and he does the same

you’re about to tell him you two should go to bed

but you can’t stop looking at him bc he is so so f t and he just poured his hear out to you

and he can’t stop staring at you bc you always look so beautiful but also you’re so kind to him but also won’t hesitate to roast him

so he just,,,starts to lean in,,,and you do too,,,

and then your lips meet and wo w his lips are so soft he’s thinking the same thing askjdh

when you both pull away you smile at each other, resting your foreheads together

mark stands up, pulling you with him to his bed, and you sleep in each others arms :’)

the next morning the girls wake up to find you missing and are about to call 119 but then they go into the boys room and are just like ajhkhfflsd this is too soft and pure and you guys are now tHe power couple of the show

also renjun is even more terrified he can’t even look at you mark is ScARy poor baby

Masterlist

#me: i only see mark in a platonic way and want to be his friEnD #also me: writes this fluffy ass bullshit bYe #i did this in like an hour also #so #yea not too hot #nct imagine #nct au #nct scenario #mark lee #mark lee imagine #mark lee scenario #mark lee au #mark imagine #mark scenario #mark au

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c0co-cos · 6 years

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Blue's Highest Rank

I felt horrible because I wrote someone else a story, but I didn't write @nozapuns-nsfw a story. So i'd like to award this Fan Fic to them. I absolutely love their artwork, and I hope they continue to work of their 'Fractured comic'

I love how listening to a song can completely change my idea for this story. It was first gonna be a full story and all, but throughout downloading music on my phone for a trip im taking, I found a gem.

The gem was "Oh Cruel Darkness, Embrace Me" by IAMX

So basically that's the song you should listen to while reading this.

Summary: Blue Berry was the best of the best. He was quickly going up the ranks to become part of the Royal Guard. That changed when Blue was introduced to Alphys and Undyne.

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Chapter 1: Oh Cruel Darkness, Embrace Me

Blue Berry was quickly working up the ranks. He started on the lowest of the low. Then he met Alphys, and thank lord he did. He was training with her, Every. Single. Day. He didn't really have any prior interactions with Alphys, but out of luck, they bonded quickly and things got straight to the point.

He had liked his time spent with Alphys, there was never a dull moment, Also he never knew what he was going to do during training. It always changed. It went to dodging attacks one day, to making Tacos in her kitchen the next. There was always something new to learn.

Blue wasn't sure when he met Undyne, but he knew Papyrus was friends with her. Papyrus didn't really get out the house much to hang out with anyone. Only time he went out was when he planned to get black out drunk at Muffets, but other than that, he found Papyrus going to Undyne's lab at random times during the night. He must have had a good reason to get up and go though. It wouldn't have been for nothing.

To Blues surprise, Papyrus actually knew Alphys. They had been friends before Undyne met Alphys. It always amazed Blue how almost everyone knew everyone in the underground.

Id it wasn't for Papyrus, he wouldn't know half the people he knows now. Papyrus was amazing. If it wasnt for him, Blue wouldn't have a room to sleep in nor have supplies to make food, even though Papyrus was mostly a lazy bum, he was Blue's lazy bum brother.

"Hey Alphys! Im here for today's training!" Blue couldn't wait for today's training, Alphys had something new in store, and laster on, Papy was going to come over and view their hard work.

Alphys jumped at the sudden loud voice coming outside her house. She had invited Blue earlier than usual, it wasn't something new shes done, but today she had a reason, and pulling it off wasn't going to be easy.

"Woah Blue, you scared me! Come on in, I gotta prepare the rest of the supplies."

Blue had already let himself in with the Key she leaves under the door mat.

"Wow Alphys, this place looks better and better each time we cook! With that being said, what are we making today? More tacos?"

"No, something better. Lets look at the menu."

Blue grabbed the piece of paper with the big letters on it spelling out 'MENU'. It had also been something Alphys did to tease Blue right before they started cooking. It was always Tacos, but he kept up the running gag, just for the giggles of it.

He unfolded it, revealing what they were going to make today. He eyes shrunk with fear.

"Today were making you.... Alphys this isnt funny you know!"

He saw Alphys out of the corner of his eye, he could see bright yellow magic coming off from her magically formed weapon. She loved using an axe. He quickly moved out the way, also using his bone attack to dodge it. He moved just in time, any second later, he would have been dust.

"Ha, nice Blue! You're getting better and quicker with each attack I throw your way. Sorry about my lil joke there, had to do something to get you distracted."

Blue's heart was pounding out of his chest. He knew at one point furing todays training, this would happen. Alphys said she does this to make him become aware of his surrounding at all times, but it still scared him shitless. Alphys could tell that Blue was very shook.

"Oh gosh, im sorry Blue. I should have done it while we were actually cooking. I won't do it again, I swear, just sit down at the table and ill make you some tea."

Blue dis just that. It was great to know Alphys didn't mean any harm, she never does. It was just a small scare, nothing else right?

"Here your tea Blue, again im sorry I did that. I wrote it for the fuck of it, then the idea came to mind where i can do the daily 'scare blue' skit, but it back fired. I truly am sorry Blue."

"No worries Alph. I know its a joke, I just need to stop being a big cry baby about it. Also thanks for the tea. But it's um.. Kinda sweeter than usual. What happened to 'my soul is black so my coffee and tea have to be the same'?"

"Oh actually its a different type of tea. Undyne gave it to me to try, and right now i can try it. But Blue, lets actually talk about the Guard. You kno--"

Blue couldn't think straight. He felt as if his whole world was spinning. He didn't like it, not one bit. Was it because of how scared he got earlier? Was he having a panic attack? He wouldn't know. He never had one before.

"Hey Alph. Im sorry but i think I got to cut th-this short. Sorry, it was uhh fun?" Blue was breaking a sweat by now. Maybe he was actually having a panic attack? Also what would he do about ? Papyrus wasn't home yet, and the way he was feeling, he wasn't getting home like this.

Blue looked up at Alphys. Her straight face had been completely gone, covered with a huge grin, starting from one side of her face to the other side. Blue was expecting her to look more freaked out like she had been when she had accidentally hurt him during training, but she stood absolutely still, giving Blue a horrid feeling.

"Oh please blue, what's wrong? Here, if you insist on leaving, let me carry you out the door." she said while walking towards his area. Blue was too freaked out by her fake response. It had seemed practiced, meaning she knew something he didn't.

Blue hesitated, backing away slowly from her, before bolting to the door. Even with how he was feeling, he could sense the danger. He didn't even make it anywhere close to the door, falling down after taking a couple of steps towards the direction. He couldn't move, and felt horribly tired.

For good measures, Alphys pinned him to the floor, magical axes surrounding him and the exit, if he planned to leave.

"Alphys? Why? What and why are you d-doing this? I'm sc-scared. Please, if I did anything to hurt you, l-l-let me know. I'll fix it just plea--" Blue had been cut off after he felt Alphys step on his ribcage. It hurt like hell, but he could take it.

"Honestly Sans, I'm sick and tired of you. Im doing this for myself, im just the message man at the point. But other than that, I can't stand you. Did you really think you, out of ALL monsters in the underground, you would be the same rank as me? There are kids, younger than you who have an actual chance of being in the Royal Guard. Sorry blue, you wont get the rank you want. But hopefully, this rank suits you and your lazy ass brother."

By this time, Blue had been trying to pull her leg off his ribcage. She was close to breaking it, and he would rather have a ribcage than none at all.

"OKAY OKAY OKAY G-GET YOUR LEG OFF!" Blue was struggling at this point. She was going to break it. He didn't want to die by getting stepped on, he was going to die in battle protecting everyone in the underground.

Alphys showed mercy, slowly lifting her leg off of his ribcage.

"This is how it's going to work okay Blue? I'm going to knock you out, don't worry, the most that would happen is you get a bruise, and I'll call Papy. You'll find everything out later. Goodnight Blue! Don't let the bed bugs bit."

Alphys couldn't really be doing this... It was a dream. He had to be. She would never harm him. At this point, hopefully Alphys knocking him out will cause him to wake up from this Nightmare.

Alphys came up to Blue, fist closed, ready to come in contact with his skull. It wasn't long before Blue actually knocked out.

Lucky for Alphys, the tea did most of the work, all she had to do was get him asleep. All she had to do now was call Papyrus and get him to teleport over to Undyne's lab.

Talking to people over the phone wasn't the easiest thing to do for her, but hey. She lied to Blue for most of tome they've known each other, so it shouldn't be harder over the phone.

"Pa-Papyrus? Oh thank god! Please come over quick! Its ! H-He fell and hit his head on the table! Come quick!"

Lucky for her, She didn't really have to give much detail regarding where she lived. Sometimes Papyrus would walk Blue home after practice, so he knew the way here. In seconds, a 'pop' noise came from inside her restroom.

"where is blue? oh my gosh... what happened?"

"I- I don't know! We were about to make Tacos, and he fell! Please take us to Undyne's lab, Im certain she knows what to do! S-she'll help!"

Papyrus didn't even have to think twice, he picked blue from off the floor, and teleported right into the lab.

Undyne was no where to been seen, and as the looks of it, so was Alphys. That's strange. Alphys was right next to him as he teleported.

"UNDYNE. NOW." Papyrus heard Alphys scream.He couldn't even turn his head before he passed out from whatever they did to him.

Him and blue were up for it when they woke up.

The story is also on my AO3, at @/sintaley if you would like to read it there :)

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Served - Chapter 3

New chapter time! =)

I was going to post on Wednesday, but I just couldn’t bring myself to post anything on episode night and take away from that fun! And then it was game night (I coach softball) and family days, so today’s the day lol. But I have a couple of chapters pretty much ready to go I think, so I can send those out more frequently. Thanks for hanging in there with me, and for all the encouragement!

As always, big thanks to the wonderful @13starbuck42 for the excellent beta work, cleaning up my crazy Southern vernacular! Also tagging @today-in-fic

Catch up with Chapter 1 and Chapter 2!

A/N: I’m going a little off here and playing Time Lord - this museum didn’t actually exist IRL until 1983, but for the purpose of my story, I’m going to pretend it did!

Chapter 3 – Charmed

After a rather sweet first date, Dana Scully was pleased to say the least. Whatever had been said about Daryl Worthington before was falling upon deaf ears now, because she truly believed he wouldn’t treat her poorly. He certainly hadn’t so far; he’d actually been very attentive to her since they had officially started dating! Carrying her books, walking her to class, driving her home instead of his buddies, spending Friday nights just hanging out. He had kissed her goodnight at the end of their second date, and Dana was most definitely ready for it. It had been a really great start, and Dana was happy.

While most of their dates had been casual meals and weekend movies, one date was so special it stood out from all the others.

On Saturday morning at ten o’clock, the Scully’s phone rang and Dana heard her mom answer. Several minutes later, Maggie called up the stairs, “Dana, honey, can you come down here for a minute?”

Is something wrong? Dana thought as she raced down the stairs. Is it Ahab?! She tried desperately to calm down, her rational mind attempting to reassure her that if it was serious, her mother would have been upset; Maggie completely lacked the ability to remain stoic when it came to her husband and children.

Maggie smiled reassuringly. “I can see you thinking way too hard, sweetheart. Everything is fine. That was Daryl. And before you get jumpy, he called because he wanted to ask me if it was ok before mentioning it to you, in case I said no. But I think it’s a nice idea, so go get dressed. You have a date this afternoon.”

Dana opened her mouth, ready to rapid-fire a barrage of questions, but her mother cut her off. “No ma’am, I’m not telling you anything! That’s the other reason he called me instead of you: this date is a surprise! Go get yourself ready!” Maggie said with a sly little lilt in her voice and a knowing smile.

Most people liked surprises, but Dana Scully was not terribly fond of them. They rarely lived up to the hype, and quite often left her feeling at least a little disappointed. But she was determined to enjoy whatever this turned out to be, because it was a sweet gesture. Dana couldn’t contain the tiny smile peeking out the corner of her mouth. She might not be like most girls she knew, but when a guy planned something special, it was hard not to feel pleased. Dana dressed in a flowy tunic and tights, pulled her hair back (in case they were going to be outside, she reasoned), and headed back downstairs to wait.

When Daryl showed up a half hour later, Dana was glad that she had put on something more dressy than jeans. Daryl was wearing a crisp button-down shirt and looking much nicer than he did for their typical Saturday night hang-out dates.

“So, you gonna let me in on this big secret?” Dana said teasingly.

Daryl chuckled. “You’ll see. I think you’ll love it.” He turned toward Maggie as he directed Dana out the door. “Thanks again, Mrs. Scully. I’ll have her home by 10pm.”

“You kids have fun!” Maggie’s voice carried through the door as it closed behind Dana.

Dana and Daryl chatted casually as they cruised down 163 to I-15, but when Daryl swung the car onto Highway 91, Dana was befuddled.

“Daryl, where are we going?” she asked with an edge to her voice. The excitement of adventure was giving way to anxiety over not having any idea where she was.

“Babe, I really wanna keep it a secret ‘til we get there, okay? I know it’s killing you right now, but it’ll be worth it! So let’s talk about something to take you mind off it. Tell me what you wanna do when you grow up, young lady,” Daryl grinned at her.

Dana rolled her eyes. “Ugh, Daryl, don’t patronize me!” She laughed to assure him she wasn’t angry. “Well, you already know, don’t you? I’m going into medicine. I’m not sure what specialty yet, but my father really wants me to practice. I just haven’t found anything that lights me on fire, you know? It’s weird, but sometimes I feel like I’m missing…something, but I have no idea what. Missy keeps telling me that I’ve got plenty of time to figure out the future and that I should quit worrying about it. But it’s really not that far away, and the things I focus on now really do matter! That’s Melissa, though. Anyway, you knew all that already; what about you? What do you want to do after you graduate?”

“I don’t know for sure,” Daryl shrugged, noncommittal. Dana felt mild shock at the idea of someone a year and a half away from graduating having no concrete plan for the future. He continued, “I’ll probably go to the community college and do some welding classes, maybe get on an oil rig somewhere. I don’t figure I’m going to go some big college, though; I’m pretty tired of classes all day long. I really want to do something with my hands anyway… you know, manly stuff,” he half-smiled, eyes on the road.

Dana felt a slight twinge of something like wistfulness, but shook it off quickly. Who knows, she thought hopefully, it’s a long time until next May… I might be able to help him think more clearly about his future! He’s smart enough to go to college; to really make something of himself! Maybe we could study for the SATs? Touring some college campuses together would definitely be fun!

As they rolled down the California highway, Dana and Daryl enjoyed easy conversation, sandwiches and fruit, and early afternoon sunshine. After a pleasant two-hour drive, they reached their destination: the San Bernardino County Medical Society. Dana turned and quirked an impertinent eyebrow toward her boyfriend, whose laughing eyes found hers immediately. Before she could ask him anything, though, Daryl’s attention was drawn to a door beyond her shoulder.

“Good afternoon, sir! Thank you so much for your response to my letter; I’m very excited to show my girlfriend your facility here,” Daryl spoke gregariously to the well-dressed gentleman who had walked out to meet them.

The man shook Daryl’s hand, then extended his arm to Dana and clasped her hand warmly. “Certainly! We are honored to show off our wonderful facility to young people to further interest in our disciplines; that’s precisely why we’re here!” He replied, then turned his attention to Dana. “You actually picked a perfect day to come by; we are preparing for a visit from a school group later today, so everything is shiny and ready! My name is Dr. Hamilton, and I know from my correspondence with your young man that you are Ms. Dana Scully. It is my absolute pleasure to meet such a lovely young lady with an interest in the field.”

To say Dana’s interest was piqued was an understatement of the grandest proportion. What is this place? she wondered, incredulous.

“And what field would that be, sir?” Dana asked slyly, slicing a glance at Daryl, who laughed out loud at her overt attempt to discover just what she was about to face.

Dr. Hamilton chuckled and offered his arm to the tiny redhead. “Tell you what, Ms. Scully; why don’t you let me show you?” The kind professor ushered Dana into the building, with Daryl following closely behind.

Inside, Dana was greeted by a neat reception desk and a sign reading, “Southern California Medical Museum.” Bewilderment, then excitement lit her eyes as she realized what this must be, and she spun toward Dr. Hamilton and Daryl to make sure she understood correctly.

“It’s a collection of medical, dental, and pharmacy artifacts, such as surgical tools, antique bottles, unique devices that truly have to be seen to be believed, and a medical library. We have really interesting items like bleeding bowls, invalid feeders, and all kinds of instruments used during various wars, including the Civil War. Even if you’re not interested in becoming a medical historian, it’s interesting to see where we’ve come from, don’t you agree?” Dr. Hamilton presented.

Dana turned wide, animated, blue eyes toward Daryl. “How long can we stay?”

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Dr. Hamilton had discussed most of the exhibits with Dana and Daryl, but left, albeit reluctantly, when the school group showed up for their tour. He told Dana to write down any questions she might have and said he would be happy to answer them for her before she left, or in continued correspondence if need be. Dana shook Dr. Hamilton’s hand firmly, promising to visit again soon.

Dana wandered the museum to her heart’s content, spending hours looking at anything and everything. She was fascinated. Daryl walked beside her, staying close most of the time. But occasionally, he hung back, leaning against a wall to watch Dana as she discovered and learned. By the time Dana was ready to leave, she had filled two pages of a legal pad with questions about a series of exhibits featuring the progression of surgical tools and procedures, with an interesting sidebar about pathology and battlefield forensics.

The pair left the museum hand in hand, and when they were back in the car, Dana leaned over and kissed Daryl. “That was wonderful, Daryl, thank you so much. It was incredibly thoughtful of you,” Dana effused warmly.

“I’m glad you liked it; I wanted to show you I’ve been paying attention,” Daryl replied. “Now, let’s go grab a bite to eat back at the bay before I have to whisk you home,” he said with a smile.

When Dana walked in the front door that evening, Maggie was reading in the armchair; she had been waiting up to hear all about the surprise date. She immediately noticed that her youngest daughter looked a dazed, maybe even a bit distracted, as she hung up her jacket and ambled into the living room.

“So, did you have fun? How was it?” When Maggie spoke, Dana jumped slightly, as if she hadn’t even noticed her there.

Dana smiled. “Perfect, Mom,” she sighed. “It was perfect.”

#xfiles fanic #scully #high school AU

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