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eufezco · 2 months

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I CAN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART

bucky!winter soldier x fem!reader (kinda angst ig?) no use of y/n

based on the captain america: the winter soldier post credits scene because i loooooove it

omg this is my first time writing for something marvel related i hope you enjoy it, it's been so long since the last time i wrote anything so i'm sorry if it's kinda shitty 😭

He was looking at you and you were looking back at him.

Steve had refused to fight against him. He had dropped his shield from the ship and had surrendered to his old friend. You wished you could have done that so you would never have felt Bucky's hands around your throat trying to choke you to death nor his body over yours as his fists connected with your face once again.

But one of you had to fight him so that you two could get out of it alive, and if Steve didn't, you would.

Bucky's punches to Steve's face made you squirm in place as you tried to escape the beam that had fallen on you. If you didn't get out you feared that the beam would crush you or even worse, that Bucky would kill him. Steve was his mission after all and he was programmed to finish it.

You jumped on him when you managed to escape and freed Steve from the blows of his metal arm. Stay alive please you mumbled to your friend as he lay badly wounded, with one eye swollen shut and blood coming out of his nose. The last time you had seen him like that he was a small blond boy who had gotten into trouble in an alley with someone twice his size and you and Bucky had to come to his rescue. Now the trouble you had to save him from was Bucky himself and you were on your own.

Your whole body ached from fighting him and since beating him didn't work, you decided to try to make him see reason in another way. You called his name while you were trying to catch your breath, still with the sensation of his fingers closing around your throat. He looked at you full of rage while he tried to recompose from the hit that he had received from you. The name Bucky echoed in his head every time you repeated it, hurt him more than any kick or punch you gave him. The familiarity with that word made him feel sick in his stomach and more eager to fight you for making him feel that way.

You know me.

No, I don't!

Bucky, you've known me your whole life.

Shut up!

Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. We were friends.

He held a defensive pose while his eyes glanced nervously all over the place and his chest rose and fell slowly as he tried to catch his breath. It was so familiar. Not only the name you kept repeating but also the way it sounded when you said it.

He was looking at you and you were looking back at him.

There was enough distance between the two of you so that you did not feel threatened by each other's presence. The Captain America Exhibit in Washington also had enough civilians to start another fight like the one on the ship.

He broke eye contact with you to look at the screen. He had seen your face somewhere on that big panel dedicated to who he was once. And there you were. When the text ended there was a sequence of pictures. He did not know who those men in the pictures were but he could see himself smiling with them.

But there you were. In the middle picture.

He was wearing his sergeant's uniform and you were wearing a dress. You could still remember his reaction when he saw you in that dress, how his eyes sparkled looking at you, how his lips curved into a smile every time you grabbed his hand and dragged him around the Stark Expo. Steve with his new camera captured the perfect moment. Bucky held you around the waist. Bucky was slightly leaning over you. Your faces were just inches apart but in the picture you both were laughing, you still heard the sound of his laughter every time you looked at the picture, as if it had not been almost seventy years since you last saw him. Your faces were just inches apart but there was no kiss.

And now there would never be a kiss.

How innocent you both looked in that picture. Neither of you knew how all your plans were going to be twisted, how only one of you two would be the one to remember that night. If someone had told you that night that Bucky was going to disappear from your life, you would have laughed in their face. If you had known you would have kissed him. You would have kissed Bucky until you were breathless, until you were tired of kissing each other if that was possible. But now you would never know because you both insisted on remaining friends until the end of the war not knowing that out of that war would come a much worse one.

The very hands you had trusted to hold you had tried to choke you to death. The same eyes that had gazed at you with such devotion had looked at you loaded with the strongest wrath in the world. The man you had loved the most did not recognize you and by the way he was looking at that panel with all his memories, he did not recognize himself either.

Bucky stared at the picture for a few seconds and then looked back at you. You were the same girl, only now with some bruises on your face, the marks of his fingers on your neck, and definitely not with the same smile as the girl in the picture. What had he done to you? What would the boy in that photo think about the person he had become?

You stood in place far from him. Since you had seen him you had not taken a single step forward. Neither the cap nor the long hair nor the jacket covering his metal arm could hide him from you. Not anymore. You went to the Captain America memorial looking for the comfort that the panel dedicated to Bucky brought you, he went there looking for answers. And you found each other.

Your Bucky and you his answers.

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stone-stars · 2 months

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in which murph has a very normal time at the hands of his players

Transcript:

Murph: Wel-come back to Bahumia everybody! [Jake, Emily, and Caldwell echo him with "Bahumia!". Caldwell sounds incredibly enthusiastic.] Murph: He's so excited! Caldwell Tanner, thanks for being here. Caldwell: Ye-ah! Murph: It's not your turn yet, dude! Caldwell: I'm so sorry sir! Murph: Okay? I'm your Dungeon Master Brian Murphy, joined by Jake Hurwitz-- Caldwell: Bahumia! Jake: [laughs] Hey! Dude! Murph: Caldwell! Caldwell: Sorry! Emily: [laughs] Bahumia! Bahumia! Jake: I'm trying to rhyme, man! Murph: Quit stepping on him with your enthusiasm! Caldwell: I'm just so ready to go! Emily: Bahumia! Jake: I worked really hard on this. I di-- [sighs] well forget it. Fuckin' forget it. Murph: No you gotta! Emily: Bahumia! [Overlapping crosstalk as Caldwell and Murph encourage Jake.] Caldwell: You've got this. Murph: You got this. Jake, go ahead, don't let these two enthusiasms get in your way, alright? Jake: Yeah. Alright, no, yeah. I got this. I got this. Yeah. Caldwell: Whoo! He's got this! Jake: Fighting alongside-- Caldwell: You've got this man! Do it! Murph: Stop! You have to stop! Jake: I know I got it! I'm doin' it! (Calder voice) Fighting alongside a frog and a bard with my brand new sword, Shard. [Emily and Caldwell laugh.] Murph: Yeah! Pretty good. I do feel like we built it up though, at a certain point. And there was just-- there was no way you could fully deliver. Jake: Yeah. It would've been perfect if I got it out clean right up top as soon as you introed. Murph: Yeah, if we did a super low energy intro. [Jake: M-hm. Yeah.] Caldwell: I think it was great man, I think it was amazing, I can't wait to hear it again! Murph: Who is this person. And then of course we've got Emily Axford-- Emily: Bahumia! [Everyone laughs. The others continue laughing harder as Murph talks.] Murph: Ohh. Okay?? That's the name of the world. Her character's name is Calliope Petrichor. If for some reason episode 57 of campaign 3 is the first thing you've listened to. That's Emily Axford. (laughing) She plays Calliope Petrichor. She did say before we started, I think almost as a counter-bit to Emily's bit, before we started (laughing) Emily said "I'm not gonna do a rhyme I don't feel like it." And I said "wild energy to bring into the episode!" so Caldwell went the opposite and went overenthusiastic. They're just fucking with me! Everything we do is just an inside joke to make me upset. Caldwell: And now you're caught up! Murph: Yeah, and now we're caught up. Caldwell: Bahumia! Murph: And-- [laughs] and Bahumia. And-- Uh, and then of course we've got Caldwell Tanner-- Jake: (yelling) Bahumia! Emily: Yeah!!! Jake's in on it!! Caldwell: See, it feels good! It feels good. Murph: Okay. Caldwell Tanner, of course, plays Sol-- Caldwell: Ohhh, Sol Bufo [Murph: Okay.] I'm feeling fine, just found out I'm two of a kind, [Emily: ooh!] and now I'm gonna go and find out if Swag's still alive. I'm really trying to thrive here. Bahumia. [The others laugh. As they talk, Caldwell laughs too.] Murph: You lost me. But you had me for a moment. And that's more that can be said for the other guys. Jake: Wow. Emily: Bahumia. Murph: [laughs] Bahumia. Jake: Bahumia, guys. Murph: Sure. Hey guys, Bahumia. We did it. We did it everyone. Alright? Everyone settle. Settle? Okay?

[The others sigh as if relaxing, and chorus "yeah."] Murph: Ready? Alright. Let's do-- let's do-- Caldwell: Eldermourne. Murph: Not the right campaign. Not the correct campaign. Caldwell: Shit, sorry. Murph: Let's go ahead and do a little-- [laughs as Emily interrupts him] recap-- Emily: That's Calliope's middle name. [Everyone laughing.] Murph: (through laughter) Shut. The fuck up. Everyone. Alright. [Pause as everyone continues to laugh.] Jake: S-- sorry. Murph: So last time, you left Calder's home to pursue Gowan to the Ice Knife, but received a call from Albin along the way-- [laughs] Shut up, dude. Jake: Bahumia. Bahumia. [Everyone laughs.] Murph: This is precious information! Jake: Bahumia! Emily: Bahumia! Bahumia. Caldwell: (exaggerated) Bahumia! Murph: Yeah, okay. You guys are like pokemon now? [The others laugh.] Okay. Alright. Worst bit ever. Okay. [Jake: Bahumia] You recieved a message from Albin--

Murph: -- You were greeted by a ghostly message in the ice that said Friends… Murph and Emily: Betray! Emily: I remember! Murph: You remember. Good job, Em. Jake: Holy shit. She's back. Murph: You get a sticker. Emily: I wrote it in my notebook. Murph: Very good! [Emily: Yeah, yeah, yeah.] That almost makes up to your behavior for the first three minutes of the show [The others laugh.]

Murph: And that's where we are now. Caldwell: Alright! All my real betrayal heads get ready! Emily: Yeah! Caldwell: This is where it starts! Murph: [laughs] Shut up. All of you. [Everyone laughs.] Caldwell: (through laughter) I can't. I have to talk for another hour at least. I'm so sorry. Murph: It's all good. Alright. So--

Murph: Sweet, well we'll talk more about this over on our Patreon. That's patreon.com/naddpod that's N-A-D-D-P-O-D-don't sing yet-- [Emily and Jake start to sing "We"] Caldwell: Bahumia! Murph: Yeah, remember that. [laughs] D-- Do you guys remember that? Uh-- Emily: Bahumia! Caldwell: What are you talking about, man? Murph: Bahumia! Does anyone else have anything they'd like to plug? Emily: Bahumia! Murph: Bahumia, yeah. Jake: Oh, yeah, I would love to plug Bahumia. Murph: Yeah. Check it out. Campaign 1, campaign 3. Caldwell: The world. Emily: Oh! [Murph: uh-huh] Uh, actually can I plug Bahumia? Murph: Great. Really good job, guys. Awesome. Caldwell: It's an incredible world. Incredible place. [Murph: yep!] Check out all of the incredible environs there. Murph: Yeah. Check it out. Uh- You can follow us on, uh-- Emily: Bahumia. Murph: You can follow us on social media that we may or may not use. @ chmurph's me, @ caldy's Caldwell, @ eaxford's Emily-- [Emily: @ bahumia] -- @ jakehurwitz is Jake-- Jake: I'm actually-- I'm actually @ bahumia. Murph: Follow our campaigns on Bahumia-- Emily: I'm also @ bahumia. Murph: I don't think you are. And you can tweet about the show using #naddpod that's N-A-D-D-P-O-D. [They sing "We are, We are" as the audio fades out, but Caldwell and Jake replace the words with "Bahumia"]

#naddpod #ba2mia #not actually tagging this as bahumia because. well. it's ba2mia #tumblr HATED the format of this one. just. absolutely would not let me do it #i got there tho. i persevered. for bahumia.#real insane energy from them this ep #naddclips #brian murphy #emily axford #caldwell tanner #jake hurwitz

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unreliablesnake · 6 months

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Reunion (Simon Riley x reader)

Simon wasn’t a huge fan of the school reunions that some of his old friends organized every few years. Usually he wasn’t even around to attend them. But he kept track of some people on social media, although this was something he would have denied without hesitation.

His main target was you. He knew about everything you shared, he saw the photos, he saw the cheesy posts about your life. About your perfect husband.

Because that guy was perfect based on the photos, your posts, the comments from friends and family, and his own profile. Tall, handsome, successful, popular, coming from a good family, and apparently he was so madly in love with you that Simon felt like throwing up every time he saw one of his declarations of love.

Back in the day, during those terrible teenage years, he had wanted to ask you out on a date. But with his background, he always felt like he wasn’t enough for you. You talked to him, yes, but it usually felt like an empty, polite chat instead of a deep conversation.

So when he went grocery shopping one day, he was surprised to meet you in the parking lot. His first reaction was to look away and act like he didn’t recognize you. You wouldn’t remember him anyway, and since you were still a beautiful woman, men looking at you should be nothing new for you.

But his whole body froze when he heard you call after him. “Simon? Simon Riley? Is that you?” He slowly turned around and watched you without a word. Sure, he nodded, even smiled a little, but he didn’t want to look desperate to talk to you. “Oh my god, it’s been so long!”

Before he knew it, you were wrapping your arms around him in a warm hug. He didn’t even know what to do. You were a married woman in the middle of a crowded parking lot, anyone could see you hugging a man who wasn’t your husband.

“You never come to the reunions, you’re inactive on social media… I know nothing about what you do these days,” you said with a pout after you playfully punched his chest. “The last thing I heard is that you joined the SAS. Are you still there?”

Who the hell had told you that? Whoever it was, they deserved a punch in the face. But it was water under the bridge, you already knew the truth. “Yeah, that's my life now,” he replied with a nod. “And what about you? What do you do these days?”

He listened to you giving him the answer with wide, happy gestures, and he couldn't hold back the smile that crept on his lips. You were so nice, so alive, so different from the people he was surrounded by. Maybe it was nostalgia making him see you in such a way, but he didn't really care about the why.

Having you in his life again, even if for just a few minutes, made him happy, made him wish you would stick around. He wanted to spend more time with you, although he knew you weren't available. But you could be friends, right? There were no rules stating a man and a woman couldn't be friends.

You suddenly looked down at your phone and cursed under your breath. “I'm late. It was so nice to see you again, Simon,” you said with a wide smile as you unlocked the phone and gave it to him. “Can I get your number? I might check in every now and then. You know, just to know you're okay, even if you don't attend the reunions.”

Oh, he was more than happy to give you his number. Once he gave back the device, you quickly called him so he would have your number as well. “Don't get lost,” he told you with a smirk.

“I won't,” you promised.

Yet you disappeared. He expected you to call him, to send a text, but there was nothing in the following months.

Being deployed and being focused on the mission he was on made things a little easier. He didn't spend every moment of the day thinking about you, thinking about whether or not it was him who did something stupid that made you change your mind. Price noticed that something was wrong with him, but when Simon refused to explain, he gave up trying.

And then, just one week before he was supposed to go home, your name showed up on the screen. At first he thought it was a mistake and you would end the call right away. But it kept ringing, so he took a deep breath and picked up.

“Hey, Simon. You got a minute?” you asked cheerfully.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 5 months

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would you write something for johanna (thg) x fem!reader where the others (like peeta, katniss, finnick etc.) always see the tough sarcastic sides to her, but then they see her around her gf (reader) whos really soft and gentle like opposites of her and they see that shes johannas soft spot? sorry for the terrible english!

Bestie I love this, let's imagine together that district 13 is fine and not run by a crazy bitch alright? LMAO I love writing non-canon for the hunger games people cuz they can all be together and happy :)

When Johanna and the others were rescued from the capital and we were all reunited, people noticed a difference in her compared to how she was before. She was still herself, witty, with dark humor, beautiful even without her long, silky hair. But there was a new side to her that most people, other than Finnick, never saw.

That's the side that she showed when she's with me.

We met nearly a month after her first games. She was on her victory tour and I was a painter in District two and she would say that I caught her eye from the crowd, so much that she had to find me and ask for my name and an address that she could write to me.

No one would really imagine her as a romantic but damn the girl was good and she swept me off my feet in only a few months. She wrote to me, sure, her last letter coming in right before the quarter quell. When we found out that she would be reaped again and brought back into the place that brought her so much torment- neither of us could comprehend it.

I thought I was never going to see her again.

That was until she had a friend of hers, a peace keeper in my district, sneak me out of my district and into thte capital where I could see her and I did. We spent the night together and that's when she told me about the plan to get Katniss and the others out of the arena. She also informed me of the greatest secret that they were all keeping- Discrict 13 was alive and well and ready to accommodate the pressure and stress of a full revolution.

When I found out that she was taken by the capital, my whole world fell apart. It was probably the only thing that Katniss and I were able to bond over, the fact that our lovers were in the clutches of President Snow and being used as propoganda. It was horrible.

So when it was agreed upon that they would be rescued, I jumped at the opportunity to go with Gale and help them in the process of getting them out of the capital, no matter what it took.

When we finally reunited in the jet, it was like the whole world stopped. As if every piece of me that was missing was finally back in it's right spot, like a missing puzzle piece she was finally back in my arms.

"It's kind of cute that they could do this." Johanna whispers in my ear, watching Finnick and Annie dance around in circles in the middle of a huge, loving crowd. I turn to her with a fond smile and nod, leaning into her the slightest bit as Katniss approaches us with a sarcastic smile on her lips, as always.

"You two look couple-y." She chuckles and I smile, clutching onto Johanna's hand that rests on my thigh and I feel her tense up as if she's taking it personally.

"That's what happens when you're a couple, genius." She snaps with a sarcastic tone and I huff, giving her a gentle bump with my shoulder and she mutters a quiet 'sorry' under her breath.

"I'm just saying, after everything we've been through, it's nice to see you actually act like a nice person." There's a pause for a moment, as if the two of them are finally understanding each other and instead of passive aggression, Johanna responds differently, taking even me off guard.

"Yeah well she brings it out in me like Peeta does with you." My heart warms for a moment as she sends me a small smile, her cheeks blushed in a deep red and her chin dips downward to conceal it.

"That's really sweet actually." Katniss sits beside me with a huff, motioning to the crowds of people in front of us that are cheerfully dancing and singing around the happy couple. "You guys don't dance?"

"I do, she doesn't." I jut my thumb in Johanna's direction but she just laughs and turns to me with an unconvinced look.

"You could convince me but you haven't asked."

"Please dance with me." I nearly immediately beg, standing up out of my chair so I can grab her hands and tug her towards the dancefloor, wanting nothing more than for people to see her happy and loved, especially Finnich given how much he worries for Johanna.

"Yes, ma'am." She sighs and turns to throw a wink at Katniss who just laughs and claps her hands at us.

"Wow, you're whipped."

"Pipe down, Everdeen."

#johanna #johanna mason #johanna x reader #johanna mason x reader #the hunger games #the hunger games fic

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lunalockley · 1 year

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Night Desires

Dark!Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings: I mean, dark sort of creepy Steven Grant wishing to do things he shouldn't. Nonconsensual desires? Maybe.

Words: 900+

Notes: This is very short and not as dark as it could, I'm just testing the waters! Let me know what you thinkkk and thanks for always reblogging and commenting nice things <3 love you all

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It began before I could even see your face, it began before I even knew your name. It began with your voice.

You didn't realize such thin walls this building has, did you? Of course, you didn’t darling. Is that why you started to rub your pretty little clit in the middle of the night on your first day in? You thought your good new neighbor couldn’t hear you? God, Love, the sounds you made. I could hear everything. I swear I’ve never been so hard in my life before, never so fast. I tried not to react to it, at first. I really tried. I’m a good guy after all. I’m a gentleman. But who could have resisted you?

I used to wonder how would you react if I told you. When you are all sweet and nice to me in the corridor, what would you do if I say how hard you made me come with your moans and that gasping breathing of yours? Would you blush if I say how I was stroking my cock with one hand and covering my mouth with the other so you couldn’t hear how you wrecked you had me? Would your heart pick up in your chest if I say how badly I want it to be my hands the ones that had you whining so pretty? Would that make you wet? I bet it would. You’re not a good girl, not all the time at least. I know that much.

But you can’t blame me, can you? After that first night, I decided I would never think about it again. I was ashamed. I was even planning on moving my bed from the wall to the farthest possible place in the flat. Can you imagine? I was planning on keeping myself away from you. What an idiot. I didn’t last much though. We bumped into each other in the elevator a few days later and I was a goner.

You had to be so bloody gorgeous, didn’t you? You were all smiles and blushed cheeks. Calling my name in that way you did. Steven, you said. How your lips wrapped the sound, how it ended somewhere low in your throat it drove me insane right there. Steven, it never sounded so glorious before. I wonder how it might sound all breathy and delirious in the darkness of your room, I wonder what it would do to me then. I need to find out.

It used to be okay Love, this little secret between the night, the walls, and I. My favorite time of the day. Delighted in you, holding my breath, measuring my movements to don’t lose any detail I could catch but then—then that disgusting vibrating sound ruining everything. Overcoming your sighs, your pretty little whines. Everything.

How dare you do that to me.

Using some lifeless cold machine when I’m right here alive and warm and eager to do anything you could ask me to. It’s cruel. Making me jealous of some stupid battery thing when I could give you everything. Anything you needed for as long as you wanted it. Letting you catch your breath just to start it all over again.

I hate it. Night after night I hate it more and more. That detestable repetitive sound. It makes me mad. I want to take it off your hands, rip it apart and show you—

Once I read that no man with power should be trusted because he will always use it for his own benefit. I used to think that wasn’t true. I had faith in people, I had faith in me. But now I know—If I just had a tiny little amount of power over you. If I had you all helpless at my mercy, nowhere else to go. God, the things I would do.

Nothing to hurt you, of course. I could never hurt you. Not if you don’t want me to, but I bet you would.

I would just take you the way I’ve wanted all these months. Pump my cock in and out of that wet pussy just like you do with that toy. But, Love, I would be so, so much better. I would know how you need it just by looking at you. Giving it to you faster, slower, harder. And you just would need the lay back and take it for me.

At first, I would have you on your knees. I want to hold you against a wall and fuck your pretty face until your throat is burning, until you’re choking on me and tears run down your cheeks. But I want it slow and tender too. I want you to take just as much as you want to, your hand stroking the rest. I want you to lick me, to savor me. I want to feel your lips and your tongue. And I want to kiss you afterward.

And I want to taste you. I want to drag my tongue just like I’ve been dreaming for so long and I want to feel you tremble and to hear you beg and I want you to get mad and push me against you, I want to lose my breath and have you in my mouth and my lungs and my hands.

And I want to know how those pretty little sounds feel right in my ear. The warmth of your ragged breathing into my neck. Your soft hands holding into me. Your wet cunt clenching hard around me, and my name on your lips over and over again.

I need everything and more.

I fantasize about it. All the damn bloody time. About just breaking in and giving you what so desperately need.

Anything you need.

I used to want but I’m getting tired of it. Enough is enough, Love. I’ll start doing now.

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theostrophywife · 1 year

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nonsense.

i don't want no one else, baby i'm in too deep.

here's a lil song i wrote, it's about you and me.

masterlist a/n: i heard this song and immediately thought about meeting az for the first time at rita's and being absolutely stunned at how pretty he is and instantly forming a crush. summary: during a wild girl's night out, mor introduces you to a certain shadowsinger.

mor had been begging to take you on one of her infamous wild night out for weeks. it was her remedy for a breakup: go out, get drunk, and party until you could no longer remember your ex boyfriend's name.

it wasn't a bad plan and after you took the time to truly get over your last relationship, you finally obliged your friend. mor was elated. as a new resident of velaris, she couldn't wait for you to meet her friends—her family as she called them, and you were equally as excited. you'd heard a lot about rhys, feyre, amren, cassian, nesta, elain, and lucien, but not nearly as much as azriel, who mor seemed to think would be a great match for you.

while you had gotten over the heartbreak of your breakup, you weren't sure you were ready to put yourself out there again. a fact that you reminded mor of as the two of you got ready in your apartment.

the blonde only nodded, piling on dark kohl on your eyes and swiping a bright shade of red on your lips. with mor being mor, you knew that she was probably only half-listening, already forming a plan to push you headfirst into the city of starlight's dating pool. you didn't mind. it'd been a while since you'd gone out with mor and you knew you'd have fun. you always did with her. you'd drink those fruity little cocktails and probably end up dancing on tables by the end of the night. you could hardly wait.

rita's was absolutely packed, which made sense since it was a saturday night. but you and mor skipped over the line winding around the street and came in through the back entrance. perks of being close friends with the high lord's third-in-command, she'd said with a wink.

you laughed as she led you inside, the music and lights and dancing making your body come alive. mor wasted no time and had gotten you shots of something strong. you didn't ask what it was as the two of you clinked your glasses together and downed the alcohol. it set your body buzzing and your lips tingling.

it was three shots in when mor's friends finally found you in the packed crowd. rhys and feyre arrived first, followed by nesta and cassian. rhys made pleasant conversation and asked how you were adjusting to velaris, to which feyre fondly referred to as rhys activating his 'high lord' mode. it made you chuckle. by the way they teased each other, you could tell that the mated couple was deeply in love.

you' instantly got along with cassian after you chugged a tall glass of ale without spilling a single drop. nesta had rolled her eyes as he tried and failed to mimic your actions, but thanked you after you asked if she'd like a water or seltzer since you remembered mor mentioning that nesta didn't drink.

elain and lucien arrived just as rhys was telling you about the time that he had to pay for the damages cassian caused to the bar countertop when he decided to do a strip tease in the middle of happy hour. the redhaired male and the pretty brunette were pleasant and welcoming, but you could tell this wasn't their scene. they only joined you for about an hour or so before bowing out.

amren was terrifying, but she'd brought varian with her and she seemed to soften with him by her side. the prince was charming and an old acquaintance of yours when you used to visit adriata with your family as a child. you'd asked after cresseida and tarquin, glad to hear that the two were doing well and making significant changes within the summer court.

the shadowsinger came last. caught up in official spymaster duties, cassian had told you with a wink. honestly, he was just as bad as mor. he even asked if mysterious, broody males were your type. you'd laughed it off, but the answer would've been a resounding yes.

and then azriel walked through the door.

your jaw actually dropped. because are you fucking kidding? the dark hair and sharp cheekbones and carved jawline and utterly imposing figure that was headed straight towards you couldn't be a real, actual male. he looked like something carved by the gods.

shadows swirled around him like smoke, enveloping the enormous wings at his back. he looked like darkness personified.

you could hardly meet that burning gaze, swirls of the deepest greens and browns flecked with golden rings that blazed like the heart of a forge. and gods, you weren't even breathing, couldn't even hear what mor was saying as she introduced you to this gorgeous male.

"it's nice to finally meet the infamous y/n. mor's told me a lot about you." a hint of mischief, a touch of teasing as he took your hand in his.

you smiled, trying to ignore the warmth of his skin against yours or the way his large hand enveloped over yours. "only the good bits, i hope."

"nothing but the best, my lady."

that voice...cool and smoky and downright seductive. you could've listened to him talk for ages.

now that the whole party had arrived, mor called for a celebratory shot. a round of the strongest liquor, passed around through the group with a hint of salt and lime to ease the burn. azriel had settled by your side and it was his glass that clinked against yours as you all downed your drinks. he chuckled as cassian winced at the taste, but kept his eyes on you as you threw the liquor back with a straight face. a lick of salt and a drop of lime and you couldn't even feel the burn. if anything, the liquor made everything warm and delicious and pleasantly hazy.

as the nerves of first impressions dissipated, you found that you actually really liked mor's friends. they were funny and nice and overall welcoming. none more than azriel.

you talked a bit about your home in the winter court and your new role as principal at the velaris ballet.

"so, what exactly does a shadowsinger do?" you asked, leaning against the marble countertop. "i don't suppose you'd grace us with your angelic voice tonight?"

azriel chuckled and the sound skittered over you like a torrential wind, cooling your overheated skin. "wrong type of singer," he'd teased. "a shadowsinger is just who i am. though angelic is probably the last word anyone would use to describe me."

"oh?" you'd retorted with a raised brow. "with a pretty face like yours, i seriously doubt it."

he leaned in and that delicious combination of night chilled mist and cedar enveloped you on all sides. he smelled delicious. you wanted to drown in it. "i'm not the one that people travel across prythian to watch."

"damn right they do," mor announces proudly, draping an arm across your shoulders. "you should see her up on that stage. she kills it every time." a mischevious smirk curves across the pretty blonde's face. "in fact, why wait? come on, y/n. let's show them how it's done."

with that, your friend dragged you over to the dance floor. the music blared and the faelights flashed and the dancer within you emerged. morrigan was a great partner, moving with the beat as the two of you did what you do best. you were graceful, twirling and turning effortlessly as mor spun you around. azriel couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

"told you i'd make you forget all about that sorry ex of yours!" mor exclaimed as you gyrated to the pounding beat.

"who?" you joked. mor threw her head back in laughter and you joined her, grateful that you'd agreed to come out tonight.

"you were great out there," azriel said an hour later as you slipped out into the quiet street. he hadn't joined the rest of his friends out on the dance floor, preferring to sit back and watch, wreathed by his shadows. but you could feel his gaze on you the entire time.

the chattering of the rest of your group hummed through the balmy night, but the two of you stayed behind, lingering on the outskirts as you walked side by side.

"you should've joined us, shadowsinger."

he smirked and just when you thought he couldn't be more attractive, azriel proved you wrong. "perhaps i will the next time you come out with us."

"always leave them wanting more," you said with a chuckle. "a smart strategy."

"i can't very well show all my cards at once, can i?" was he flirting? azriel knocked his shoulder against yours, his wing briefly brushing against your back. "perhaps we can make a deal. i'll show you mine if you show me yours." oh, he was most definitely flirting.

you laughed, the sound of it deeper and huskier than you've ever heard yourself. "i bet you say that to all the ladies."

"only the exceptionally beautiful ones and i've only come across one of those, so far." his gaze danced over the flush spreading through your cheeks. "save me a seat at your next performance and i promise i'll show you all the dance moves in my arsenal. even the embarrassing ones."

"are you trying to bribe me, azriel?"

"only if it's working."

"friday night. front row."

he smiled. "i'll be there, my lady."

the rest of your group parted ways, some winnowing, some flying. the shadowsinger stayed behind, pressing a kiss onto your knuckles. he bid you goodnight before launching into the sky in a dark blur.

mor smirked, draping an arm over your shoulder. "aren't you glad i convinced you to come out with me tonight?"

you chuckled, bumping your hip against hers as you tore your gaze away from the starry sky. "i think i'm going to like it here."

#AHHHHH #the flirting and the banter god could you imagine #azriel #azriel fanfic #azriel fic #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fanfiction #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #azriel/reader #azriel fluff

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rec list (last updated: 10/22/23)

aka 'if you liked [cmh] you might also like [insert other really good fic here]' bc there are So Many amazing fics out there good lird

few things. first off if you see a disaster twins bias no you don't. second i tried to find all the authors' tumblrs but there were some i couldn't - if you know any of the ones i missed let me know!

aaand third, there are just. SO many good fics i ended up splitting things up. this is the rec post for multi chapter fics, here's the one shot rec post

Multichapter Fics

Complete

A Twin Thing (@minumi-chan)

Four times Donatello rejects Leo's notion of them being twins, and the once (and future) time he embraces it.

GOD THE TWINS EVER.... funny in parts but also hurts in the best possible way and thankfully has a happy ending to soothe the pain. i literally love them so much

Because We Could Not Stop For Death (@turtleinsoup)

After Leo dies, Donnie builds an android of his twin. After Leo dies, he comes back. He does. And Donnie will not ever let him go again.

very very very very VERY heavy please mind the warnings but god. god. another take on the 'leo dies in the prison dimension' concept that btw WILL make you cry. like a lot. absolutely incredible study of grief. i am never going to be the same person after reading this

coming right on back for you (@taizi)

Rise!Mikey’s portal in the prison dimension takes Leo a little bit farther than he meant for it to. 12!Mikey finds a familiar-looking stranger.

soooo full disclosure i haven't actually watched 2012 tmnt. that said even without that, this fic rules. incredibly soft and heartwarming. i love them

Corrupted Upgrade (@dandylovesturtles)

His brothers think they don't need him anymore? Well, fine. He doesn't need them either. The old Donatello is gone. He'll build a new one. One that will make them regret they ever threw him aside. Building things is what he's good at, after all.

i can't say too much without spoiling the twist, but oh MAN guys it's real good. come get your donnie hurt/comfort juice rn. also for a hurt/comfort fic it has NO RIGHT being so funny so often

Dimensions Apart & Home Again

"Who said I'm hiding?" Leo scoffs. Normally he wouldn't take such a sharp tone, but he's tired and not in the mood for what he feels to be an interrogation in his own bedroom. "You all know where I am. I live here, remember?" “Yeah, very funny. And you know where we live. But nobody's seen you for two weeks.”

ooohhh post movie hurt/comfort my beloved... leo is isolating and donnie kicks his ass. metaphorically. mostly. meanwhile raph and mikey are also having a certified Bad Time but it's okay they all get comfort by the end

Havoc, Thy Name is Donnie

Donnie accidentally turns himself into a child while experimenting with mystic power. It's cute until Donnie gets his hands on his older self's tech and then it's really uncute and Leo and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. are having a heart attack.

child donnie is an absolute MENACE and it's INCREDIBLE. terrorizes leo. terrorizes shelldon. terrorizes some random criminals. terrorizes april. terrorizes draxum. all in the course of a single day. 12/10

how to get very good at juggling (@radishhqueen)

The Krang invasion put a couple of things in perspective for April. One of them was how much she wanted her parents to meet the Hamatos. The only difficult part is…getting her parents to meet the Hamatos.

the turtles meet april's parents! it goes... about as well as can be expected. REALLY good april centric post movie fic

little kid with a big death wish (@remedyturtles)

Leo's mind rebelled against the sensation. The heaviness burst into awareness, body, limbs, lungs, blinking. The middle distance he'd apparently been staring in focused. Leo was awake. Leo was aware. Leo was alive. Being alive wasn't something he thought he'd be.

genuinely don't think i could ever recommend this fic enough. mind the warnings as it does get very heavy but. god. idk how to express how much this fic means to me in just a few sentences but like. you'll understand if you read it (also for. an actual summary: post movie recovery fic with a side of extra leo)

Nothing Haunts Us (like the things we don't say)

The boys learn the hard way that truths can hurt. Well, some of them.

truth spellllll you love to see it! lotta post movie angst + some good comfort at the end + bonus the boys actually being emotionally vulnerable and talking about their issues (even if it's not 100% by choice)

Trial and Error (@apatheticrobots)

Leo ends up in the past. This changes some things.

YES the healing (well. eventually).... big fan of the leos' dynamic in this one. also that One Scene (the one with the animatic. if you know you know) gives me goosebumps EVERY time good god

Unfinished business

When one dies leaving something undone, there's a belief, that they do not go gentle into that good night. They linger on until they've finished what they couldn't while alive. And for four turtles, that business is using the Poltergeist movie as inspiration.

bad future ending but make it HILARIOUS. tldr the future turtles haunt the SHIT out of the krang. that's all i'm giving you because that's all you should need. they fucking rick roll them. please

Use Only For Intended Purpose (me!)

That's probably not how mind melds are supposed to work.

sorry for reccing my own fic do you still love me /j BUT FR if you like post movie disaster twins hurt/comfort with a side of dream sharing. i got u

Where in the World is Neon Leon?

Leo practices portalling on his own. This is not a good idea for many, many reasons.

set over the course of the show + the movie! aka leo trying so so hard to be seen as reliable and getting incredibly fucked up over it. also making new friends

write this down on my headstone (it wasn't what i hoped for) (@bottledovercast)

it’s as he drifts listlessly through the cold-as-shit hellscape that leo’s willing to admit, maybe this wasn’t what raph meant. aka: i do not believe for one second that there were No Problems in between getting leo out of the prison dimension and the final scene of the movie.

i genuinely do not know how to do this one justice with words. it's written impeccably and the hurt/comfort is just. chefs kiss. please read it (+ has a sequel now that's also absolutely incredible!)

In progress

At My Worst (@teainthesnow)

Future Leo ends up back in time, stuck in the body of his younger self, who is still conscious but trapped within his mind.

genuinely LOVE this concept like there's a lot of (really good) future leo goes back in time fics but i'm pretty sure this is the only one i've read with them sharing a body? god the dynamic is. SO good. one of my fave future leo + present leo dynamics ever tbh. just. chefs kiss

I May Be Invisible, But I Still Look Good (@dandylovesturtles)

Leo is cursed by a mystic whatever thingy. But don't worry guys, he's totally got this! Getting back into his body? Easy peasy. (He hopes it will be easy peasy.)

will smith poses fellow ghost(ish) leo fic my beloved! ngl this one kinda has a special place in my heart so i May be biased BUT even aside from that it's just. so good. the premise is so interesting and it's written super well and in character and also i would like to give leo a hug PLEASE GOOD GOD

I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? (@tangledinink)

When Hamato Yoshi is presented with the chance to return to the surface with his sons and give them a 'normal' life as humans, he takes it. He didn't think that they would forget about that whole turtle thing. But it seems kind of too late to tell them now. Surely they won't find out any other way, right?

human au! ... kind of. actually brooches au but they THINK they're human which is fine until, y'know, it's not. currently in the 'not' part of the fic and it's just going really great for everyone! you love to see it

In Which Donnie and Leo Make Themselves Everyone Else's Problem in an NYC That Isn't Even Their Own

It was a huge mistake on the Kraang's part to kidnap the wrong half of the wrong set of brothers and leave behind two very worried twins. And not just any twins. The disaster twins.

another crossover with 12tmnt which. again i have not seen, but like. this fic is just. REALLY good. it's set pre movie so there's not that trauma, it's literally just the twins fucking the 12 kraang up and living up to their nickname while the 12 turtles (and rise mikey and raph) look on in horror

i think i would prefer the prison dimension (@purplecatghostposts)

Leo gets sent to the Kraang Apocalypse Future that he really didn’t want to think about. Future Leo, Mikey, and Donnie are absolutely baffled by him. Nobody is happy.

you've heard of future leo in the present, now get ready for: present leo in the future! he gets dragged into the apocalypse instead of getting pulled out of the prison dimension back to his brothers and boy he is, understandably, Not Thrilled!

Last Grain of Sand in the Hourglass (@last-hourglass)

The one where the Hamato family is freaking the fuck out, Leo is lost in the Prison Dimension, and a very-time-displaced Leonardo refuses to leave his younger self behind. (Oh, and there may be some mystic hauntings afoot. You know, the usual result of messing with the space-time continuum.)

future leo gets saved while present leo stays in the prison dimension! there's A Lot going on in this one and half of it is BIG spoilers but just. oh my god. this shit is SO well written i am eating it

Mikey's Jam-Packed, Guaranteed to Get Donnie's Memory Back, Friendship Tour!

Donnie wakes up without his memory one day and everyone panics. They're just going to have to jog his memory the old-fashioned way! Through the power of friendship! [And a small (I was wrong. A very large) degree of violence and shenanigans]

donnie gets amnesia and SO SO MANY shenanigans ensue. also a tiny bit of angst but it's fine

Minor Interference (@bambiraptorx)

The turtles accept Draxum's offer to train them. Little does he know that they're only going to use it mess with him.

haha draxum accidental dad moments... well okay not entirely just yet but he's getting there! the turtles are PEAK teenager literally just causing problems on purpose and it's incredible

Mutant Ninja Midlife Crisis (@mutantninjamidlifecrisis)

In the midst of attempting to make peace with his death at the hands of the Krang, Master Leonardo is suddenly yeeted over two decades into the past, courtesy of his little brother.

YEAAHHH another future leo fic! mans gets dropped into the past and IMMEDIATELY kidnapped and brainwashed so things are going great (it's fine he gets better. you know how it is)

odd man out (@threestripeslider)

The one where Future!Leo somehow managed to luck out on a one in a million mere millisecond chance of a freak glitch in the space-time continuum that sends him back into the present, where the Invasion has been successfully driven back. And it looks like it was a one-way ticket travel.

DAD FUTURE LEO MY BELOVED.... he really took one look at these kids and said is anyone else gonna give them a third (3) dad and did not wait for an answer. also big fan of casey's high school adventures LMAO

Power Up

Leo also gets healing hands like his 2k12 counterpart. Sadly, they end up backfiring on him. Who needs to know though?

leo taking 'it's not about me' to the extreme. good god please get this kid some therapy and self worth. the AGONIES

The Lemonade Leak (@turtleinsoup)

The one in which Leo can’t sleep without his swords, because there is a monster in his room, pretending to be Donnie.

oh man. oh MAN. legit one of my fave fics out there. i'm not usually a big thriller person but this one GETS ME + the way the author writes the different perspectives is just. chefs kiss. genuinely has me on the edge of my seat every single update

The Neon Void

Five years. It's been five years. Hamato Leonardo was back. But he was no longer who he once was.

krangified leo! ... sort of. absolutely delicious angst and also i want to rattle leo's brothers. TALK TO EACH OTHER

Three-Sided Coin (@leglessstreetlights)

Highly self-indulgent fic where I put Leo, Future!Leo, and TurtleTot!Leo in the same room until they hug

what the description says! room is a bit of a stretch and present leo is fresh out of the prison dimension So There's That. some really sweet moments in this one though. tiny leo my beloved

this year we lost our dear brother leonardo

The aftermath of the Krang, and of pulling Leo out of the portal. 90% comfort and silly banter.

this is a series not a single wip but i'm saying it counts because i love it a lot. hope this helps <3 yeah what it says on the tin. immediately post movie family hours you love to see it

Times Five

Leo gets struck by a mystic beam that splits him into five parts of himself; literally.

god the TWIST. still losing my mind over it. the whole thing honestly. lotta dealing with leo's complicated emotions about the invasion and himself, really really good tbh

Write Me Well, My Love, Write Me Weird

When stories start popping up on various media outlets of the Turtleman, New York Cities own personal cryptid, most of the world shrugged. To the citizens of New York? fear, excitement, adoration for this odd and lovable creature. Everyone is quick to share stories and memories of their encounters, much to lament of Turtleman's older brother.

leo and donnie get spotted by humans (more than once) and said humans post about it on social media, as humans tend to do. raph is Not Thrilled. angst (and eventual comfort) ensues

#talk tag #fic recs #sorry abt my commentary i am NOT a film critic and there IS a reason for that </3 #kinda bounced between summarizing and just. going 'eating this eating this' and shit like that. u know how it is #anywayy read these fics. holding you all at gunpoint /j #not fic related #MAYYY update this and the other post bc there are 100% some i missed. just went through my subscriptions and marked for later and bookmarks #but i def feel like theres some i missed somehow. augh #but i dont wanna sit and stare at this forever agonizing over if im forgetting any SO. just shoving it at u all. enjoy

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Hellooooo I have been DYING to know this from you 👉👈. You know how there's a lot of tips for writing stuff? Well do you happen to have any tips for reading stuff? I want to read the books you recommend but I fear I'm just too dumb 😭 and won't understand what is going on let alone the themes and philosophies discussed. I feel like I would be insulting Dostoevsky by reading his work looool. We were never taught this stuff in schools ;O

I'm talking about critical thinking and analysis skills, media literacy, being able to picture and visualise sceneries; characters' voices/appearances etc., and just overall being able to comprehend one sentence that doesn't use the most basic active voice structure 😭 thank you if you choose to answer!!!!

SWEET ANON !!!! YOU ARE NOT DUMB !!!!

this is coming from a survivor of the american education system, so it might not be universal, but my experiences in middle/high school made me dislike reading books. no joke. i didn't see the point and thought reading the classics was a waste of time. i'm sure that's partially teenager arrogance, but from the conversations i've had with others, reading was rarely framed in a way that stoked intrigue. we're not given the tools to engage with the text so i'm rarely surprised when i see the worst takes imaginable on a piece of media i enjoy from a 14 year old.

i'm still learning myself when it comes to media literacy, it's an ongoing journey. when i read notes from underground for the first time last year i was literally so confused. i can normally read anywhere from 80k-100k words in one day if i'm motivated enough, but NFU, a novella at around 43k words, took me over a week.

i say all this to reassure you that you're not alone!

some advice that comes to mind when reading a dense work:

do some background research on the author. i know teachers hiss at wikipedia for some reason but reading a few paragraphs about the person's life, beliefs, politics, etc really helps put their writing into perspective.

look into the time period it was written. what were the pressing social issues at the time? who was in charge? what conflicts were ongoing/just ended? what was the predominant religion? books don't exist in a vacuum, a lot of the classics are filled with jabs at ideologies the author doesn't like (i'm looking at you, dante).

if the author's from a different country than you, getting a basic grasp on the culture helps a lot. with reading dostoevsky specifically, historical events like the emancipation of the serfs was an entirely new concept to my american brain.

not everything is going to make sense. sometimes the cultural/historical layers go so deep you'd need to have been alive at the time to immediately get it. fortunately, there are nerds with degrees in book who do extensive research and can give insight. i'll think i maybe understand a book okay, go to read a journal article on it, and go ??????? wat???? page 632 paragraph 3 references euclid's optics?? how was i supposed to know that.

finally, you're not going to like every book you read, even if it's well written. there's a difference between persevering and actively torturing yourself with words. if you dread picking it up again, there are other books to check out instead. there are some classics that i don't care for much (some of edgar allen poe's short stories, the fall by albert camus, no longer human by dazai osamu, to name a few).

ask yourself questions while reading. why did this character do that? is there a reoccurring motif throughout the work, and if so, why might the author be trying to highlight that? what perspective is the work from? is the protagonist lucid, are they an unreliable narrator? what themes are being explored here?

i hope some of this helps dsfhgkdjshgks there's a lot to be said on the subject but i didn't want this post to be miles long.

#answered #Anonymous

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𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

Summary: Dean moved in with his new girlfriend, but all he does is think about you.

Pairing: Dean × F!Reader, Dean × OC

Warnings: Angst, a bit of fluff, nightmares, hint of panic attack, blood

Word count: 1974

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Four months ago

That night, you were sleeping in Dean's bed. You didn't do it on purpose, he invited you to his room to see some episodes of Dr. Sexy M.D with him but you both fell asleep in the middle of the fourth one.

When you heard Dean suddenly sit on the bed, you woke up, noticing that the TV had gone off and the bunker room was completely dark.

You turned on a lamp on Dean's bedside table, which let you to see Dean's chest rise and fall fast, too fast.

"Hey, what's up? Are you okay?" You asked sitting in front of him with your legs crossed and gently placing your hand on his shoulder.

When his gaze met yours, he stared at you for a few seconds before speaking.

"I'm... i'm fine, go back to sleep." He murmured but it seemed like he was having a hard time slowing down his breathing.

"That's not true." You said, starting to get worried.

"I need you to take some deep breaths, can you do that for me?" You asked taking one of his hands in yours, placing his palm in the center of your chest. His touch made you feel butterflies in your stomach, but you tried not to think about it too much.

After a few tries, he started following your breaths and a bit later, Dean's breathing returned to normal.

Slowly, he moved his hand away from you.

"Thank you." He muttered.

"Dean, what happened?" You asked as you already began to miss the warmth of his hand that you felt through the fabric of your t-shirt.

"I saw you die, whatever happened was because I saw you die." He whispered.

Only then you realized he had a nightmare.

"Was it the first time?" You asked. Dean just shook his head.

"I'm so sorry, De." You said. "I'm alive, if it makes you feel better." You added.

Dean's low laugh filled the room.

"Come here dumbass." He said as he opened his arms for a hug.

You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and felt one of his hands brush your back.

"I'm here you know, you can talk to me or not talk to me, but I'm here." You whispered to his ear.

"I know." Dean said with a little smile as you left a quick, soft kiss on his cheek.

That night you slept with your back pressed to Dean's chest, his arm around your waist, as if he wanted to make sure you were not going to leave him.

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Now

Dean woke up in the middle of the night with a start, sitting abruptly on his bed. A nightmare, it was just a nightmare, so why was his heart pounding in his chest and he kept seeing those images pass him by?

He saw you dying again, even though it had been months since he had last seen you in real life.

In his nightmares, he could never save you, he tried, he screamed your name and asked you not to leave him, he begged you not to close your eyes. But in the end you always closed them, you always died in his arms, sometimes in a pool of your own blood, as tears began to fall on Dean's face.

Sometimes they kept falling even when he woke up.

He felt Ally move in bed, turning to him.

"Are you okay?" She asked in a sleepy voice, raising her head slightly from the pillow.

Dean stared ahead of him at an imprecise point in the dark room, almost expecting to see one of the many monsters that had killed you in his nightmares pop up.

Was he okay? What should he answer? No, he wasn't okay. He had just seen one of the people he cared about most in his entire life die, his hands were shaking incredibly and his breathing quickened.

He wasn't okay, he was tired, he was empty and he was terribly missing the one person who could make him feel better at a time like this.

He had made a mistake in letting you go, now he was starting to understand it.

"I'm fine, go back to sleep." He whispered, realizing that his voice was also shaking incredibly.

Dean remembered another time he had said those words, the time he had a nightmare, when you fell asleep in his bed. He remembered you hugged him and almost made him believe that everything would be okay. He remembered that your hug felt like home.

Glancing at his hands he almost winced when he saw blood on them, he quickly rubbed them on the grey sweatpants he was wearing. They didn't get dirty, there was nothing on his hands, he realized.

The problem wasn't in his hands, it was in his head, that was starting to play tricks on him.

God, it was one of those nights. A few words of comfort would have been really nice in that moment, even if he would never have admitted it.

Ally didn't answer and Dean turned around, trying to look at her through the darkness.

She had already fallen asleep.

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Four months ago

"Why did you even agree to help me make a pie?" You asked Dean as your laughter filled the bunker kitchen.

"Because I thought you knew how to do it!" He replied pretending to be mad at you.

"You eat it all the time, I thought you knew how to do it!" You exclaimed without stopping smiling and looking at a page of the cookbook open on the counter.

Dean rolled his eyes, shoving a spoon into the jam jar, bringing it to his mouth.

"You can't eat it! We need it later!" You said.

"And when do we need this?" Dean asked pointing to the open package of flour.

"We need this now but first ..." You started saying before being interrupted by Dean who, plunging his hand into the flour, threw a handful at you.

"Dean!" You yelled as he burst into laughter.

You ran a hand through your hair, shaking off the flour, which was also on your face and most of your clothes.

"Aw, you look cute in white." He laughed.

"Okay, you wanted that." You said as you grabbed the package and emptied it on him, without giving him time to run away.

You laughed heartily looking at Dean's completely white face, the flour was all his hair and all over the kitchen floor now.

"Oh come on!" Dean laughed, shaking off the flour of him like a dog in the rain.

"You look cute in white." You said, quoting him.

"I hate you." He laughed.

"That's not true!" You exclaimed.

"Yeah." He said looking at you smiling. "That's not true."

"Guys, what the hell?" Sam asked looking at you in shock as he entered the bunker kitchen, which had become a complete mess.

You and Dean glanced at each other before bursting out laughing as Sam left the room shaking his head in resignation.

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Now

A happy memory hit Dean as he was on the couch watching a movie with his ... his girlfriend.

"Hey, Ally, do you know how to make pie?" He asked the girl sitting next to him.

"I have no idea, why?" She said without taking her eyes off the TV.

"Do you think we could try to make one?" Dean asked as a nostalgic smile formed involuntarily on his lips.

"Dean, there's a supermarket a block from here." She replied.

"I know, I mean... it might be a good idea to do ... something fun together. Other than sex." Dean said, feeling the need to specify that, since most of the time they spent together was in the bedroom lately.

"Dean, you know I'm bad at cooking, I ..." she started saying before he interrupted her.

"You're right. It was a stupid idea. Forget it." He answered turning his gaze back to the TV.

It was never a stupid idea when he did something with you.

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Four months ago

"God, you have to start being more careful." You said as you wrapped Dean's arm with a bandage, after you finished disinfecting a still bleeding cut on his forehead.

"Believe me, I'm careful. Or you wouldn't be alive right now." Dean replied, sitting on the edge of the motel bed where you were staying for the night.

"I didn't ask you to save me. And I would have been able to handle it." You replied.

Dean shook his head without saying anything as you finished with his arm and placed the bandages you hadn't used on the nightstand.

You sat next to Dean and after a few moments of silence you spoke.

"Don't do it again, please." You said.

Dean looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

"Don't risk your life for me, if something happens to you because of me I..." You froze without knowing how to continue the sentence, you couldn't even imagine that something bad could happen to Dean.

"Hey, I'm fine, you're fine. That's the important thing." He said surrounding you with his uninjured arm and pushing you closer to him. You rested your head on his shoulder.

"I love you." You murmured. It wasn't the first time you told him, he was your best friend after all.

You were hoping that one day it might have a different meaning, but for the moment it was okay like that.

"I love you too." He answered leaving a kiss between your hair.

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Now

Dean grunted as he stitched up a cut on his shoulder in the bathroom of what he started to call home some months before.

But then, was that really his home?

He had never had a real home in his life, he had had one that burned down, when he was a kid, he had Baby, he had the bunker, he had had you.

And now, at two in the morning, just back from a hunt with Sam, in the bathroom, he realized that he missed your gentle touch from when you bandaged his wounds, your fingers brushing his skin as you stitched him up, he missed the fact that you really cared for him.

And only now, staring at his face full of blood and bruises in the mirror, he realized that of the four houses he had, you were the one he missed the most and it was time to let you know, to make up for his mistake.

"Ally, we're done." Dean announced as he came out of the bathroom.

She stared at him for a moment in silence.

"Are you coming home in the middle of the night to tell me you're breaking up with me?" She asked, almost dramatically.

Dean stared at her. "Yup."

"I'm sorry?!" She blurted out as she jumped up from the couch she'd been sitting on for a good half hour when Dean came back covered in blood.

"There's nothing wrong with you, we are not meant to be together, you... you are not her, you are not Y/N." Dean said, putting on his jacket, ready to leave.

"Who is this Y/N now?" She yelled at him, following him out of the house as Dean walked into the garden.

"An important person. A very, very important person, and I should have told her that before." Dean replied reaching the impala.

"It was nice the first few weeks but I can't keep being with you pretending you are her. I can't keep saying I love you and pretend I'm telling her." Dean said as Ally looked at him, surprised.

Surprised, not hurt. They were never meant to be together.

"Because I... I think I love her." Dean said, more to himself than to Ally. He loved you and he let you go, he really was a fool.

"Now I really need to go." Dean said as he got into the Impala.

Only one thing was on Dean's mind as he started the engine and drove away.

"I hope she still wants me."

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Part two here

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#dean x reader #dean x y/n #dean winchester x reader #dean fic #dean winchester fic #spn fic #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfic #spn fanfic #dean fanfic #dean winchester fanfic #dean fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester angst

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elgatt0 · 9 months

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Inside Wolves

Hoie ^3^)つ

I always liked the villain/evil AU theme, and after reading this wonderful fic by @tashilover, I decided to put into practice an idea that was hammering in my mind for a long time!

⚠️Note: the following story will tackle some topics that may not be suitable for everyone (death, blood and such) But I promise to hold back and not leave anything too absurd. I will try

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Chapter I

"Rabbits that live in burrows dug by wolves do not spend on burials"

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Legend pov

"It's late. The sun sets and darkness rises, we better stop here." Mr. blue scarf speaks very politely.

Everything he does is always politey, I'm sure he's like that even when he shits.

To be fair, Mr scarf is a captain in his era. He fought in wars and led troops, so barking orders and having nice hair is his second nature...

Being a bastard is the first.

Everyone knows, he knows and seems to be proud of it, I wish hylia have mercy when that vain being starts talking about women.

"We're not going to use a bonfire tonight" he still didn't get tired of talking "Terrain is unknown, as well as the monsters here. The strong flames will attract unwanted attention, an oil lantern should be enough for us." I hate to admit it, but he's competent at what he does.

"Now that you mentioned , we've been walking through the forest all day , strange that we haven't encountered any monsters...or anything alive" Someone comments. Little guy, being observant as usual. If the trees could hear I'm sure they'd be offended by that last sentence.

Ah yes, new adventure, new faces, same name. But I already solved the last problem.

"Strange don't you think? It seems as if the forest is mourning" Cloud head agrees "It doesn't match at all what the villagers told us."

"Not only words, nothing was matching in that village."

The old man, many things with him don't match either. The tattoos that go with that pale eye emanate something ancient, dangerous, maybe divine? I don't know, I feel a strange sense of unease about them. But that doesn't matter, for now.

Everyone in that village was hiding something, far beyond secrets. I felt like I could find a corpse at any moment.

"I think we were fooled, one way or another" Looks like I'm not the only one who feels this way.

All the others fell into silence as morbid as the forest, lost in their minds as they prepared for the night. I bet that just like me, everyone is processing everything that happened these last days.

Having your butt ripped out of your house through a dark portal and thrown into a totally unknown place with 8 other incarnations of your spirit to travel aimlessly and fight demons is a really wonderful experience, I don't blame them.

May Hylia pay my therapy.

It hasn't been long since we started this journey, despite knowing that we have shared the same spirit, yet we are not the same person.

It feels like we've become more strangers than allies with each passing day. Not hating each other but not fully trusting either.

I shake my head as if to throw my thoughts away and toss my bag and boots aside. Lying down, I don't bother to take off the extra layers of my clothes. I'll likely wake up sore, but I don't care.

Behind me, the sailor brat seemed uncomfortable with the silence. Not enduring these calm seas, he decided to break the awkward silence and started talking about food, which seemed to liven up the tense atmosphere a bit. But I wasn't interested in joining, eating now seemed cloying.

Using my hands as a pillow, I gaze up at the dark starless sky. It's odd, we are in the middle of nowhere far from any dazzling light from towns or villages, I should be complaining about the brightness of the stars, not the absence.

I keep facing the darkness until an apple shakes my thoughts out of my head, again. I sit up, rubbing my aching forehead and look at the one who will wake up with a mouth full of ants.

"Stop the drama and eat. I bet the poison that comes off your tongue is more potent than anything I could put in food" Forget the ants, I'll smother him with his damn fancy scarf.

"And I bet my kick can make that butt flatter than it is" I don't normally put salt on the wound...

I use oil and set it on fire.

And it burned badly, leaving the captain's face flushed a pure red. "Why, you little s-"

"Enough" The old man intervenes with a firm voice "Veteran, eat. Hunger won't do anyone any good" I think about arguing until he gives me that look which reminds me that I have more important things to do.

Mister Blue Scarf snorts, a bit awkward after being scolded. "Your little shit" He mutters as he turns his back and stomps out, not being much polite in hiding his annoyance.

I salute the captain with my middle finger as he leaves, even I can be polite sometimes. My good manners elicit a few giggles and eye rolls.

That sharp eye was still piercing through my skull, so I decided to pick up the apple and eat it, not caring if it's really poisoned or not.

It's not like I need to have worries in the matter, the captain may be a bastard, but he has strong morals. He would never kill me like that, his death language is sword against sword, I respect that.

That damn wolf is what really worries me.

Wolfie gives me a strange feeling every time I see him, something wrong. Those eerily human eyes, the way him appears from the shadows no matter what era we're in, the beast always follows us. A wolf that herds sheep.

I remember the time the crazy cook said it was okay, he knew that wolf. Apparently, Wolfie acted as a guide on his journey, a kind of divine beast. I'd say it's about time he got some glasses, 100 years in darkness takes away anyone's eyesight.

There's nothing divine about that beast. The brutal way Wolfie shatters his victims and the pleasure he seemed to take in it was so wrong, I've seen demons be more merciful.

"Wolfieeee! You're back," the Sailor exclaims happily. Perfect, just as I was thinking about demons. I wonder if whispering his name three times will make him appear too.

I watch Wolfie approached slowly, each step calculated and deliberate. His claws dragged along the ground, producing a low, grinding sound. His tail wagged in excitement, making large arcs in the air.

Why is this so familiar? Where...when...who?

I don't know if it was because of tiredness, the low light from the lantern, or even if everyone needed glasses too.

There's no way anyone didn't notice the fresh blood that adorns the wolf's fur and stains the ground.

There's no way anyone didn't notice fangs ripping off sailor's throat.

AO3//Next>>

#linked universe fanfic #lu fanfiction #lu fic #lu wolfie #lu twilight #lu legend #the others appear but they are not the main ones #linkeduniverse #linked universe #linked universe twilight #linked universe au #linked universe legend #lu fanart #linked universe fanart #wolfs #wolf art #my silly writing

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ugh-yoongi · 1 year

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Jungkook + things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear. thank you

thank you for the request, anon! this kinda went in an unexpected direction, so i hope you enjoy it anyway. please forgive me for how late i'm getting around to finishing these requests and the fact that this has absolutely nothing to do with valentine's day!

pairing: reaper!jungkook x f. reader

genre: supernatural au, crack/humor

warnings: this is pure idiocy, idk what to say. jungkook is a reaper who is easily embarrassed and extremely bad at his job. swearing, name calling, bickering, mentions of death and near-death situations, one (1) mention of a sexual thing. unedited bc i'm on mobile and posting anything from my phone is a fate worse than... you guessed it.

wordcount: 1.6k

requests are closed, but you can still come talk to me!

“Don’t stop there! Oh my god, what the fuck are you doi—you idiot, keep walking!”

You pause in the middle of the sidewalk, completely ignoring the voice in your head. That’s nothing new; whoever it is seems to have taken up permanent residence over the last few weeks. The first time the voice had called you a feckless dipshit with a deathwish had, admittedly, been a little jarring (especially since you’re in the prime age range for delusions to start manifesting), but you’d (for some reason) listened and narrowly-avoided getting flattened by a car.

Now that you’re used to it, the voice is nothing but a nuisance.

Still, whoever it is seems determined to keep you alive. You resume your walk to the coffee shop, and you don’t make it another ten steps before there’s a horrendous crash behind you. You spin around, disoriented for a second, and then there’s a man hanging halfway out of a window on the verge of tears, screaming apologies.

On the ground lies a window AC unit that almost certainly would’ve been the last thing you saw before you met your maker.

“Thank fuck,” the voice says, and it sounds exasperated, which stings a little. It also never speaks to you directly, because the next thing it says is, “How does she keep getting away with this?”

Because it’s one thing to have an amorphic voice in your head.

It’s something else entirely to answer it.

Answering it would imply things, so you just… don’t. And it isn’t like the voice is there all the time, just pops in every now and then when you’re, apparently, about to die. Like your own personal death cheat code, because not only does it tell you to get out of the way of air conditioners dropping out of the sky, it also makes snide comments about your caffeine intake.

Case in point: “This is her third fucking espresso today! No goddamn wonder she wound up on my list. Fuck getting smushed by an air conditioner, she’s gonna go into cardiac arrest—”

“Ma’am?”

You swear under your breath and mutter an apology to the barista. Just to spite the voice in your head, you order some kind of overpriced, bougie water with soggy fruit in it. You don’t hear it again for the rest of the day.

Another two weeks passes, and the disembodied voice saves you from getting sucked into the mall escalator and an unfortunate mugging outside the sketchy bar Taehyung had dragged you to one night after work.

It’s a completely unremarkable Tuesday night when you drag yourself home from work, drained and feet aching because the subway was out of service and you hadn’t wanted to waste money on a cab. Joke’s on you. Some expenses are worth it. And it just figures that the voice has nothing to say about this, because in your exhaustion you drop your keys and whack your head on your door when you bend over to pick them up. You’re expecting another what an idiot, but there’s… nothing.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a looming, dark figure to your right. Now you’re really expecting the voice to say something, because surely something that large and nefarious means certain death, but there’s still silence. So you straighten up slowly, heart rate spiking, and once you have your key stuck in the lock, you dare a glance over.

It’s… just a guy. Looks to be close to your age—kinda cute, but dresses kind of like a dork. Has a black baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, but it’s got hoops pierced into the bill. It matches the rest of his aesthetic (also all black), but it definitely looks a little goofy. Still, you breathe out a sigh of relief at this being the looming, dark figure. Just a guy, and Mrs. Min had mentioned having a thundercloud for a grandson before, so you figure this is him.

“I haven’t seen your grandmother lately,” you say in lieu of a greeting, unsure what else to do. Surely this guy has noticed you standing here. “Is she all right?” He startles, lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a shriek and a strangled yell, and you drop your stupid keys again, heart pounding so hard it nearly jumps out of your ribcage entirely.

Then, the response you least expected: “You can see me?”

Two things happen in quick succession: all the blood in your body turns to ice, and you’re certain all of this has been nothing but a cruel delusion. Because—

Oh, no.

Oh, absolutely fuck no.

“See you? You’re the fucking voice in my head!”

What once was a look of pure fear melts into one of disbelief. “No fucking way,” he responds, eyes wide as saucers, voice awed. “Holy shit. No way. You’re the idiot woman!”

“Fuck you, I have a master’s degree,” you retort automatically. “Who the hell are you? What did you mean about seeing you? Why are you at Mrs. Min’s?”

“She died,” the guy replies, and there’s an air of condescension about it. “I’m here to collect her.”

“Collect her? Do you work for the morgue? Why aren’t you in a uniform? Where’s your ID? Shouldn’t the police be here?” More silence. “Wait, she died? Oh my god, she was so nice, she always baked me cookies, what the hell—”

“I can’t believe you can see me,” he says again.

Your brows knit together. “Again: why wouldn’t I be able to see you?”

“Because I’m Death.”

And you… laugh. You can’t help it, but it’s so unexpected and so clearly bullshit that you laugh. “You’re Death? Really? And you’re wearing that stupid hat?”

“What’s wrong with my hat?”

“It’s stupid, like I said.”

“You’re stupid,” he fires back petulantly.

You roll your eyes. “Grow up.”

“I can’t,” he snaps back, “I’m literally dead.”

Once you take a second to think about it, everything makes sense. And then you promptly black out and fall to the floor.

“Hello. I see you’re alive.”

This has to be a new record for the longest-running delusion of all time, because the guy is the first thing you see when you come to. You’re on your couch, judging from your view of the ceiling (aka the water stain near the light fixture), and he leans into your line of sight to press a cool washcloth to your forehead.

“Why are you here?” you grumble, words all slurring together.

“Just because I’m a Reaper doesn’t mean I’m an asshole. I was raised with manners.”

A Reaper. Yeah, that makes no sense at all, despite whatever you thought previously. “A reaper that makes sure I don’t get myself killed? Yeah, right.”

“…What.”

You groan. The water stain looks like it’s gotten bigger. “Every time I’m about to meet my untimely demise, I hear your stupid voice in my head yelling at me.”

“…What.”

“Can you use your brain cells for two seconds? I feel like I just woke up from a coma and having to explain this to you is giving me a migraine.”

“You could hear all that?”

“Yeah.”

“The whole time?”

“Yes. I literally just said that!”

The guy—whose name you learn is Jungkook when it isn’t Death—seems… stunned, to put it mildly. Seems like you took his world and turned it upside down, because he’s stammering over his words when he says, “You were not supposed to hear, like, any of that.”

“Mm, including the time you called me, and I quote, a feckless dipshit with a deathwish?”

“Definitely not.”

You sit up. Ignore the initial pang of dizziness and swing your legs over the side of the couch. Put your Very Serious face on. “Why do you keep doing that? Saving my life?”

“Because you’re not supposed to die yet.”

Oh. Well, that’s… good to know, you suppose. “I’m not?”

“No. I know when and how you’re going to die, and it wasn’t from the mall escalator, I can tell you that much.”

“…When and how am I going to die?”

Jungkook holds up a hand. “Confidential.”

“Jerk,” you mutter under your breath. “Why can I hear you, then?”

Jungkook, for his part, looks genuinely befuddled. “I honestly don’t know. Same reason you can see me, I guess, and I don’t have a fuckin’ clue what that is.” He strokes at his chin, bites at the ring through his lip. Stupid (endearing) how it matches the one in his hat. “You have any relatives who were Reapers?”

“How would I know?”

“True. Guess you wouldn’t. That’s all I got, though.”

You sigh. Of course the powers that be would bestow this upon you. “Is there any way to turn you off?”

Jungkook startles again. Goes all red in the face, which you wouldn’t have assumed was possible before meeting him. Looks like he’d drop dead if he wasn’t already Death. “Well, I—I’m not really i-into piss?”

“Excuse me? Oh my fucking god, I meant your voice! Your voice in my head, not your kinks, Jesus Christ—”

“This is so embarrassing,” he whines. “Please forget I said that! Please!”

“How can I?” you fire back. “You’re gonna save me from walking off a roof and all I’ll be able to think about is your opposition to water sports!”

“Let’s talk about something else! Please! Can we please talk about something else!”

“Answer my question!”

“I don’t know! Plea—hey, you like coffee right? I watch you drink, like, fifty cups a day, of course you like coffee. How about you make us some? And we can talk about how much we love coffee instead.”

You take in his face—almost cherubic, doe eyes, redder than you’ve ever seen a person’s face be—and take pity on him. “Fine,” you relent, “but then we’re also gonna talk about boundaries.”

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook imagine #jungkook drabble

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girlwithwolftatoo · 11 months

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I have fallen in love with the HC that Pav goes absolutely crazy bananas and a bit scary when someone he loves gets hurt/held hostage/threatened (it’s always the unexpected ones that are secretly unhinged). If you’re up for it, could you do a Pavitr x f!reader where one of those things happens to her and he gets all protective and just absolutely raging mad? Mans deserve to go ballistic at least once

Thanks you’re amazing 😊🫶

Oh gosh my first Spider request!

Pavitr + losing control:

Pavitr's life as Spiderman is usually really chill. Everyday is a new, fresh and easy adventure for him, and of course, enjoys the mystery of having a girlfriend who doesn't know about this...

(Specially because he also likes to flirt with you when you meet him as Spiderman but that's other story)

But one day, a big main villain shows up, probably his universe's own version of Green Goblin who makes a big havoc and... you end up in the middle of it.

Pavitr manages to put everyone safe, but the villain literally takes you out of his arms. This is the last straw, Pavitr will chase them trying to shout calm words for you.

Probably the villain dropped you on purpose,or you were in the middle of crossed fire. Anyways, you're alive, thank heavens*, but when Pavitr approaches, he sees you're very bad injured. A big cut on your forehead, some scratches, and probably other things that may need of medical attention.

"(Y/N)? Can you hear me? (Y/N) answer me please!" Poor Pavitr even forgets his secrecy and calls you by your name. You're weak and dizzy, and can barely keep your eyes open. The villain is still roaming around, thinking they won...

It's like a berserk button. Pavitr's sweet and chill demeanor shifts to pure rage. He swings towards his foe, kicks them, makes them fall tothe ground and begins to punch them in a gross, wild estate nobody could even imagine.

He's so angry he barely notices the punchingretribution of the villain. He may end up also bruised and bleeding but doesn't care. He's ready to leave this dude more battered than red curry (sorry about the joke).

At a certain time, Pavitr probably loses his mask, due to the fight or by pulling it offhimself once the villain is landing fainted on the ground. Just then, he only can stare, shaking violently as the last minutes pass through his mind like a weird film.

"Pavitr?" he hears someone calling him. He lifts his head and... no, this can't be, you're approaching! You, his sweet little flower, not only has discovered his secret, but also witnesssed him losing control. His face goes pale and his eyes widen in pure horror.

"N-no, no! I'm not Pavitr! Who's Pavitr?" he comes back immediately to his goofy mood and tries to put the mask on again. But it's late, now you know... "Please don't" you ask, extending a hand to stop him from hiding. He sighs, embarrased.

"This is not me, (Y/N), this isn't usually me..." he mumbles, about to burst in tears. You don't say anything, you're tired and he's too, you'll have time to talk. But not now. Now, you only sit besides him and put your head ion his shoulder. "Put... put the mask on... people's arriving" you whisper to him.

#spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #pavitr prabhakar #spiderman india #pavitr x you #pavitr x reader

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irkimatsu · 2 months

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I don't think I made a single OC during my time in Matsu fandom, but Hazbin's gotten my furry wheels spinning, god damn you. I'm gonna ramble under the cut to try to get my thoughts straight.

-Almaz (Nina Sinclair), squirrel, non-binary. An 80's one-hit-wonder who died in their 30's after self-destructing and overdosing on drugs, is in love with Husk. I've posted plenty about them before.

-Richard Brenning (hell name still undecided), white rabbit, died in his 50's, pansexual male. An 80's star like Almaz, but unlike Mazzie he got more than fifteen minutes of fame as a singer, reality star, and general tabloid menace. The "controversies and scandals" section of his Wikipedia page is longer than Mazzie's entire page. Absolutely covered in sparkles. I know his outfit includes a sparkly purple vest with nothing underneath, and I keep wanting to give him a hat, but Husk already has a top hat so I don't know what to do there just yet. An egotistical little shitheel at first, possibly an Overlord? Almaz looks up to him but he's a bit insensitive about the whole "one-hit-wonder who self-destructed, don't they all" thing. He'll chill out with some character development and eventually settle down with Angel Dust therefore freeing Husk for Almaz to pursue

-Clara? Originally made her to fill a request but I think I'm keeping her. Still need a last name for her, she keeps her birth name in hell. A small black bear, looks more like a teddy bear than a wild animal. Mainly dresses in floral print. Grew up with Alastor and knows he enjoys hunting, but is willfully ignoring the nastier aspects of her "big brother in spirit" in an attempt to preserve her happy childhood memories of him. Was born after Alastor but also died later than he did, in her 60's, I think? If that request stays canon to my OC's then she has a thing for Husk, but Husk is immediately bitter of her connection with Alastor, so that's not going anywhere. Still no idea what landed her in hell. Is "willful ignorance of the fact that your best friend is a serial killer" a sin?

And Husk's family, all of whom I still need to name:

-Husk's ex-wife was a black woman who lived in the middle of nowhere with nothing but her dreams. She moved to a rapidly growing Las Vegas in the 30's to chase those dreams, and started singing songs she wrote in the same bar where Husk would play saxophone with various bands. The two hit it off beautifully and had a wonderful marriage, with Husk spoiling her with gifts and trips and encouraging her singing and poetry... until everything fell apart because Husk just couldn't get his addictions under control, no matter how hard he tried. It's not his fault, exactly... it just sucks for everyone involved. Don't know what would have landed her in Hell, but I do want her to see Husk again so they can try to get some closure. ...and the pronoun use here is a bit strange because I think she'd realize she's transmasc while in hell? I want something where Husk's spouse thought they were a cishet woman in life, but due to Husk's own experience with the Las Vegas queer scene he always had his doubts about that... but he couldn't risk outing himself, so he never said anything while they were alive. They'll meet again, Husk will take their new gender identity in stride and finally get to come out to them as pansexual, maybe they'll try to rekindle their romance but the spark is fully dead on the spouse's side, Husk desperately needs this closure before he can pursue anyone else. He doesn't expect his spouse to forgive him, he just wants them to understand he never wanted to hurt his family...

-Husk's older daughters, twin girls. Still highly undeveloped, except that they stay close for their whole lives and Husk utterly spoiled them as much as he could while he was still able to see them. Husk has participated in princess teddy bear tea parties, I will die on that hill. They were preteens/early teens when their parents divorced, and a year or two after that their mother stopped letting Husk see them because he's a drunk deadbeat piece of shit. I'm so sorry, Husk. They started families of their own, Husk has grandkids, but he has no idea because his daughters never tried to re-establish contact with him in adulthood. They have their fond memories of him, but also some really shitty ones, especially after an event I'll be talking about in a moment. It's complicated.

-Husk's younger daughter, who I want to flesh out for one horrible reason... the idea of Husk losing his daughter in an accident, blaming himself for it for the rest of his life regardless of what he could have done to save her, and sinking further than ever into the addictions that would ruin his marriage in short order. I'm so sorry for doing this to you, everyone who's involved. She's in Heaven now, and if Husk ever ascends there will be tearful reunions god damn it please

I haven't decided on species for Husk's family, but none of them are cats; the cat thing is specific to him for his manner of life and death, figuratively drowning in alcohol before literally drowning in a lake. Cats hate water, after all. The others don't have that connection to cats. I'll figure them out eventually.

#irk blubbers about nothing #irk huskposts

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pexchybxbe · 2 years

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space girl | Philip J. Fry X Fem!Reader | Futurama

Soooo, I'm literally almost done with Futurama in a little over a week, and I've fallen head over heels for the lovable, stupid goof known as Fry. He's actually really relatable to me. So, have this fanfic I'm writing that's going to go in a big masterlist of oneshots once I get a few fics going.

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Being frozen in the cryogenics lab after having searched for your missing roommate, you get out of the cryo tube in the year 3002. You had remembered seeing your missing roommate, Fry, in one of the cryopods before you were frozen. Looking in the tube that he was in, you saw no one, meaning Fry was out there somewhere. Now on a mission that you were determined to end, you broke out of the cryogenics lab without your identity and job chip, you set out to find Fry and prove to everyone in the past, and yourself, that he was still alive.

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PROLOGUE

Two years..had two years really gone by? You were a royal mess, and still no sign of your old roommate. You didn’t know how long you were going to make it without him, he made life fun and interesting. Now with him gone, you did nothing but sleep and work, having dropped out of college as you knew your mental state wasn’t ready to endure hours upon hours of school torment.

Philip J. Fry, while he lacked book smarts, was a nice guy. You two had met back in middle school, or really, his brother introduced you to him. Turns out his brother was trying to hook you two up as a dare, but you both agreed that you were the best of friends after meeting. After high school, you and Fry became roommates, and while Fry worked at Panucci’s Pizza, you went to the local community college, though you did work at the pizza place as well to help with the rent for the apartment.

Though, the year 2000 became the toughest year the two of you had ever faced. That day you had called out sick at Panucci’s and Fry reluctantly went in despite wanting to help you out. Fry told you that after his last delivery, he’d come straight home to make sure you were okay and if you needed anything. He never came back.

That day was hard for you to think about, and still is. However, you were determined he was alive and out there somewhere, and you wouldn’t rest until you brought him back to you and his family. While you barely knew his family, they brought you in and treated you like one of them since they knew his disappearance hit you hard. After that night, you spent hours upon hours searching for Fry with his dog Seymour until Fry’s brother, Yancy made you come home to get ready for work at Panucci’s, or just to sleep and eat. You did that same routine for the next two years, until the end of 2001, right around New Years.

Panucci gave you a late night delivery to take that night, and you had been so busy that day in the store you forgot that this was the second anniversary of Fry’s disappearance. Tired and groggy, you took the delivery on Fry’s old bike to the cryogenics lab. Hopping off the bike and entering the building, you headed up to the top, the pizza box and beer in your hand.

“Hello? Is anyone here? I have a delivery for- oh don’t tell me I fell for what Fry usually does..” You spoke quietly, opening the crumbled piece of paper with the name and address. Sure enough, Shitthead was the name written. You let out a scoff, slamming the pizza and beer down on the table. “Okay, not fucking cool.”

Looking around the lab, your eyes grow wide as you see Fry frozen in one of the tubes. You rush to his tube, trying your hardest to get the tube open. You were so damn determined to see him again, you let your emotions get the best of you as you punched the glass keeping him frozen. Even that didn’t break, but you certainly did. Bawling, you fumbled in your pockets to find your phone, the first thing on your mind was to call Yancy and let him know that you had found his brother.

Your phone fell out of your pocket and in the open cryo tube next to Fry. You went to reach for it, however, you ended up tripping over your own feet and landed in the tube. The door slammed shut, and no matter how much you cried and banged on the glass, it didn’t stop you from being frozen. You knew one thing, no matter what year you landed in, if Fry was still alive, then dammit you were going to find him.

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Stuck N The Middle

July•

Dana

My mind was in a million places, not knowing what time it was or even where my phone was.

Did I leave it at the convention dinner table before shit hit the fan?

Where was Erin?

Was she even alive right now?

What was going on?

My thoughts continued to race as I stared at the back of the guy who broke me and was the last straw in pushing me to escape and be in New York in the first place. The guy who, I guess saved my life. Now he was here staring out the hotel window making sure we were safe, from who knows what. We were at some hotel, with the lights in the suite off. I honestly didn't care to have them on right now. It was the first time in seeing Calen again, and now wasn't really a great time to be checking to see if I looked good. Not that it mattered, he didn't want me. As much as I wanted to hate him right now, I couldn't. I was still trying to take in that he was here right now, when I thought I would never see him again.

One things for sure I didn't feel good, even though I was sitting in the same room as him. Since we entered inside after I stared at him in shock in the elevator, he's just been quiet.

Answering calls in hushed toned conversations, from his phone but never making any. There was so much I wanted to ask but really didn't know where to begin. Questions saved from two months ago, and questions from an hour ago.

Busy New York traffic buzzed outside as Calen finally spoke saying, "Are you going to answer my question now?"

His voice sounded deeper, more commanding; but still him. I slowly turned my head back in his direction after looking down in my lap for some time. In the darkness of the room, from the dim lighting of the street lights peeking in I could make out his tall slender figure. His eyes glimmered from the light a little as I tried to focus more on his face. The one that made me feel like I could fly, it gutted me like a knife.

"I'll answer your questions when you answer mine." I replied sternly, Calen did a sigh. It wasn't a frustrated one or annoyed, but more so a relieving type of breath. Standing in his same spot he looked me over then down to the floor.

"I'm sorry." He rubbed down the side of his face with his right hand, still covered by a black glove, "I just haven't heard your voice in so long."

Then there was an eerie pause in the room, which made me confused.

Why would hearing my voice make him feel at ease?

Didn't he not want me or wasn't attracted to me?

Made me feel like a fool, a broken one.

"It's only been three months." I mumbled looking away from him, "Why would you have a care about my voice anyways?"

Not getting a response after a few seconds from him, I looked up to see his face dressed with a defeated expression to the floor.

"I just do."

"I don't understand, if you want to know your answer so badly, you should rewind back three months ago to the last conversation we had; I'm sure you'll get your answer." I retorted coldly staring at my hands in my lap.

"Look...I-"

"Were you apart of what happened tonite at the convention dinner?" I blurted out looking down at the floor, deciding to start with that direction.

Whatever he had to say about his weird looks

at me, I honestly didn't want to hear. I needed to know if he knew what happened to Erin.

That silver gun he had in his hand as he stared at me tonight still kinda made me shiver, never knowing that I would see him in that way. It was still in his coat pocket, and it made my mind cringe.

"Dana." He started, my heart skipped a beat in hearing him say my name, "Anything you want to know I will tell you, but right now isn't the time, I just need know if anyone-"

"No one knows I was with Erin but her." I cut him off feeling like a fool, and how bad things could have turned out if Calen wasn't at that dinner tonite. Should've told Cari where I was going.

"That's reckless." He replied back making me swiftly put my head back up, only to glare at his choice of words. He walked closer to the bed letting me see him more clearly, it ached my heart to even look at him.

"I guess being reckless is a trait we both seem to know well huh?" I muttered staring into his brown eyes of concern. I wasn't buying his concern though, he had answers to questions that I've held onto for so long, I was ready to let them go. But he wouldn't let me.

"At least Cari knew you were here in New York." He countered. I stood up off my position that I sat on the bed, to stare at him. Inhumanly attractive, that played me like I was nothing and I fell for it. From that smile to those eyes....

"All thanks to Cooper who knows so much, right?" I sniffled, "He knew you were here in New York didn't he?"

"Listen to me." Calen breathed stepping closer with his hands in his front pants pockets, "I will explain everything but you have to-"

His phone in his left coat pocket began to ring, keeping his eyes on me he clenched his jaw before answering, "Yeah, thanks."

"What the fuck is going on right now?" I cried in a whisper silently to myself, not noticing that Calen had stepped closer to me.

"You have to trust me, Dae." He spoke in that soothing voice, it made me want to just stop fighting and give in. Saying my nickname.. But I wouldn't, not until I got the truth.

"Why would I trust you, you left me Calen!" I yelled in his face. Trailing his eyes down to my neck, he fluttered his eyelids once before making his pupils connect back with mine. A look of relief washed over his face weirdly.

Licking over his pink plump bottom lip quickly he took a deep breath, "You still, have my chain on."

The chain that bonded us, of course shimmered meekly beneath the collar of my dress, and Calen effortlessly peeped it.

Being so caught up in my mind, I forgot all together that I was wearing the jewelry. It was the last piece that I had of him for the last three months, along with memories. So many of those.

"That could be any chain in the world why would you assume it's yours?" I lowly mumbled feeling like breaking down, but I fought.

Fought the tears that were begging to break through me in front of the only man I've ever loved.

Like acid running through my body, I breathed taking a deep breath, as a small smile and an expression of hurt washed across Calen's light toned face, his freckles raised a bit on his cheeks.

Raising his left glove covered hand he went for his neck pulling inside the collar of his black dress shirt, revealing a chain clenched between the fingertips of his slender fingers.

A charm with the letters of my name, drenched in cut sparkling diamonds was shown hanging from the gold necklace, almost similar to his.

That's when the tears began to fall, as he tried to pull me back in.

But why?

When he dumped me?

I was beyond speechless, what game was he playing at?

"I didn't know you would be here Dana, but I'm asking that you would give me the chance to explain myself. I will. But I need you to come downstairs with me, and get in a car that will take you to safety until I deal with what's going on in this city." Calen begged, placing the necklace back inside his shirt.

Shaking my head, I sniffled again and held myself with one arm, wiping the tears from my eyes with the other. Calen desperately looked like he wanted to comfort me, but kept his feet planted where they were.

"Okay." I finally choked out. Calen's demeanor seemed a little bit more light as we began to leave the hotel room. Guess I'll have to hold off on seeing mom. My feet halted in the hall, lit by the over head lights of the upscale hotel. I turned towards Calen's curious look on me, a hint of caution. I scanned him in his tuxedo noticing just how even more handsome he looked. Looking me over he rose an eyebrow slowly.

"Just because I'm doing this, doesn't mean things between us are.."

"I know." He replied in a knowing tone, obviously already knowing what I was trying to say.

Good.

Once outside in the dark windy night there were two African American, very tall men standing in all black, next to a blood red SUV on the empty street.

Sirens could be heard in the distance as I held my bare arms, feeling like I was being sent to a prison.

Calen hadn't answered any my questions and I would hold him to it eventually to tell me the truth. But I honestly didn't even know when I would see him again.

While one of the tall men began to walk around to the front and get in the drivers side, the other just stood there holding the door open for me.

I looked over at Calen who stood beside me, seeing he was already looking at me. A sadness in his eyes, I couldn't pinpoint on why though. Why would he be acting this way in seeing me again?

"You wouldn't try to stop me if I just ran off." I muttered in confidence. If he truly still cared about me by wearing a chain with my name on it not for show.

"Wouldn't in a million years try to hold you hostage, but I know you have questions and I'm the only one that has answers to them." He boldly stated, challenging me like he has in the past.

Staring in his brown dominant stare, I knew he was right and there was nowhere getting to what I wanted unless I went where he needed me to be to relay the information.

"Thanks, for tonight. Even though I don't know what the hell is going on." I mumbled at him and his soft stare on me came out of nowhere, it melted me. He nodded once maneuvering his hands towards the car for me to get in.

"You will. Soon." He spoke in a sure fact tone, "I promise."

Looking down to the ground I took a deep sigh, climbing into the huge Suburban truck. After my door was closed it suddenly began to rain, drops pattering harshly on top of the car.

Calen didn't move, he just looked up at the sky and then into my stare on him. We kept our eyesight connected until it was impossible as the truck began to drive down the street. Everything felt like a dream, like I was waiting to wake up.

He is different.

The ride in the SUV was short as we finally made it to the airstrip. My bodyguards that I'm sure were armed exited out the truck once coming to an all white jet. One went towards the jet while another made his way to the back of the truck.

Deciding on looking to see what the one behind the truck was doing, I noticed all my luggage I brought from Atlanta was in the backseat.

Inhaling sharply I blinked a few times to calm down, "What the f-"

He opened the back door looking at me through the truck, "Ms. Ross if you'd like to change clothes before boarding the jet by all means do so. I will be accompanying my partner on the jet now."

I stared at my one suitcase and book bag before looking back up at him, waiting for my answer.

"Okay." I nodded, he smiled briefly before walking back past the truck towards the jet.

Wondering if I should of been called Cari I leaned my head forward on the back of the passenger seat. Taking a deep breath closing my eyes, I figured Calen probably wouldn't have let me if I asked.

Why didn't I even ask him where he was sending me?

He could've just faked like he was talking to Cari and Cooper, right?

No, why would he do that?

He wouldn't.

But he did the most hurtful thing he ever could of done. He left me, to do who knows what.

Am I tripping or am I just not listening to my gut?

But he had on a necklace resembling his for me...and the look in his eyes when he took off his mask....

Opening my eyes I sat up climbing over the next row of seats to my suitcase to change clothes.

Fuck it, I've come this far.

After getting dressed I exited the truck, and one of the bodyguards came out of the jet down some steps. Meeting him halfway he did a nod towards me as we bypassed each other.

"I'll bring all your luggage on board." He told me as I just continued to walk towards the jet. Holding on to the railings as I slowly started up the stairs, I realized I had been on two different jets in less than twenty four hours. It made me dizzy just thinking about it. Making it to the entrance I looked in the cock pit seeing two sets of familiar grey and greenish eyes staring back at me.

"Dana!" Cari screeched running towards me, her arms hugged tightly around me. Feeling relief that Calen had been telling the truth on the phone I did a slow smile in my best friends arms.

"Hey Car." I rasped out once she let me out of her grip, still holding on with her hands to my arms.

"Are you okay?" She asked and I nodded. Trailing my eyes from her face, I looked behind her to Cooper who was quiet.

"Cooper." I spoke and he nodded at me "What do you know?"

"Nothing." He spoke too quickly for my interest.

"Bullshit." I muttered at him and he looked away from me standing up out his seat.

"Believe what you want." He mumbled passing Cari and I, "I'm going to go tell the pilot we are ready to go now."

"Where are we even going?!" I yelled at him as Cari just held my hand staring at her brother. He continued walking away until he got to the door entering and closing it back. Looking back to Cari she looked so clueless.

"I have no idea either what's going on, Cooper just came to the apartment and told me to start packing." She told me, which made me even more confused.

Did Cooper really not know what was going on?

Then how the hell did Calen know that Cooper knew where I was?

"Cooper asked about my whereabouts?" I asked her and she nodded walking to go sit back down.

"I had called Calen and cussed him out for hurting you." She sighed, "I guess he then called Cooper because I wouldn't tell him you left to go to New York."

"Why would he care, he broke up with me." I mumbled shaking my head.

Cari shrugged her shoulders slowly, "I don't know, what I'm trying to understand is how he knew to find you at your moms."

"He didn't." I answered lowly looking up at her from my lap, she suddenly had a confused smirk.

"What you mean?" She asked and I took a deep breath deciding to tell her why I was really in New York.

"Ay dios mio Dana!" Cari yelled as the jet started to take off from the ground.

"Cari..." I looked up at her as she paced back and forth in the tight space of the jet.

"Why would you lie to me, even though I hate that bitch. Why go from one person who hurt you and back to the other that hurt you worse?!" She yelled at me.

"I don't know." I looked at my lap taking a deep sigh, "In all honesty Calen hurt me more."

"He seemed so upset when I told him you left." She told me leaning down on the floor by my legs, she leaned her arms on my thighs.

"We are on our destination." Cooper told us making us both look over at him in confusion.

"To where Cooper!" Cari yelled at him, this is the most I've heard her yell in little time frame.

"Puerto Rico." He told us, "Ready for a family reunion Cari?"

My heart sunk into my stomach, but that's where Calen's parents are. He's not here to go with us, this isn't how he told me I would be meeting his parents for the first time.

"Fuck." Cari and I muttered at the same time.

The island was beautiful, it would make sense that Cari and her brothers came from something so exotic looking. We landed and the wave of at least mid eighty degree weather hit me. Even the air smelled different, salty but not too much.

"Hola, welcome to Puerto Rico!" The greeter who stood at the airstrip yelled proudly of his small island. Nothing compared to the big island I'm used to. Cari's whole body movement to the way she carried her face had all changed to something foreign since Cooper told us we were coming here.

It was early in the morning, the sun barely over the horizon, and I was in a daze. Wishing I had picked something better to wear then a plain cut off orange hoodie, high waisted cargo pants and black sneakers. I cringed at myself trying to keep composure as we got into a limo, taking us down a main dirt road. I held Cari's hand as she held mine the whole ride. Eventually we came up to a gated pathway with a big black gate.

The truck stopped at the gate as it opened while we grabbed all our things from the truck. Cooper spoke in spanish to the driver, and I could see from the distance front doors opened to the huge house. Two people walked outside waiting for us, one woman looked Latina along with the man. As we got closer it was ominous seeing Calen, Cari and Cooper meshed in between the two older looking couple.

"Cooper!" The man yelled holding out open arms to hug his son, he looked so much like Calen with light greenish grey eyes, it was scary. Then the woman, Cassie, I could see such much of Cari in her, but her eyes were brown. She looked younger than I would have imagined, she was gorgeous.

"Mia, mio." Cassie gushed hugging them both.

"Hey Ma." They said in unison. Then all eyes were on me.

"Who is this?" Cassie asked, I smiled awkwardly at her, at Calen's mom. In that instant I really wished he was here.

"Mom this is my best friend Dana, we went to school together at Brown." Cari told her, Cassie did a big smile walking up to me.

She embraced me in a big hug she smelled good, "Welcome to my home Dana, it's nice to meet you."

"Thank you, your home is beautiful." I complimented, knowing I hadn't even been inside yet.

Cassie laughed making her husband join in, "Well this is my husband Clay and you already know my two knuckle head kids here."

"Yes." I breathed with a nod at her, knowing really all three.

"Everyone come inside please, its early we just started breakfast, it's nice to meet you Dana." Clay smiled showing crinkles and an older version of Calen's smile.

The inside was even more breathtaking, I didn't understand why Cooper and Cari wanted to leave.

"Clay, breakfast is barely getting started with it being six in the morning of course," Cassie laughed in her thick latin accent I felt like I was the only one that joined in.

"Carielle, take Dana upstairs, let her know where her guest room is." Cassie ordered making Cari give her a side look with an eyebrow raise.

Carielle?

"Yeah sure, we might rest a little before eating." Cari muttered grabbing my hand as I felt dazed walking up the grand staircase. Cooper and Clay walked off as Cassie just watched us go upstairs with a gentle smile. We walked down a long hall and even came to an all white door. Cari opened the door and my jaw almost dropped to the floor.

"Cari." I breathed as she sat down on the front foot rest in front of the bed, "This is your room?"

"Nah, this is one of the guest rooms, Dana don't do that this house has felt like a prison to me for years." She told me, I came and sat by her looking around the room.

"Carielle?" I asked and she sucked her teeth.

"Now I'm Carielle, she is...I don't know." She laughed making me laugh.

"Where's your room?" I asked her, placing my arms around her. She stood taking my hand as we exited out the elegant guest room.

"It's beautiful, so open." I smiled at her and she smiled back with a nod.

"Had my dad renovate it a few times, I haven't been here in years and they practically kept everything the same. All my childhood stuff is in a box somewhere in the garage." She told me shaking her head. I yawned loudly laying on her bed and she joined me.

"Nap time?" She asked and I nodded. I was beat, not believing I was on a paradise island, in a mansion.

Voices played in my ears, I realized it was a lot brighter in the room, and I tried to feel for Cari on the bed but she wasn't there. Opening my eyes I sat up and rubbed down my face. It wasn't a dream, I was still in the beautiful home that Calen lived as a child. Getting off the bed I walked out the room noticing my suitcase was just by the door as I closed it back close. Going down the hall I followed the voices to back downstairs. There was laughing of all sorts as I made finally down the elegant staircase. I saw Cari, Cooper, Cassie and her husband Clay, but there was also another body standing with them. As I finally made to the entrance of the kitchen Calen was the first to put his brown eyes of mysteriousness on me. My heart stopped in seeing him but I kept my composure.

How many fuckin' jets does he have?

"Hey, we were just about to start lunch." Cassie greeted me with a warm smile, Calen took a sip from something in a glass.

"That's great, I am a little hungry." I nodded.

"Oh yeah, Dana, this is my other son Calen, Cari told me you guys already know each other?" Cassie asked me and my heart stopped briefly looking at him instantly. He looked down at his glass with a small smirk absentmindedly as everyone else began to get food.

Cari looked me over with a panicky looking expression that only I peeped of course, she did it so quickly.

"Um, yes I met Calen when he visited Atlanta." I nodded taking a seat next to Cari at the dining table, once I had my food.

Met is such an understatement.

During lunch everyone went around the table talking, or everyone was too busy indulging in Cassie's delicious empanadas and spanish rice. It was so good, I never tasted food that made me feel like I was in a trance. Calen sat at the left across from me at the end of the table by his father, and Cassie sat on the other end. Cooper directly across from me and Cari to my left.

Lucky me to being so close to Cassie for her to ask me questions like, "So Dana what type of work do you do?"

Smiling up at her I took a sip from my cup of fruit punch, placing it gently back on the table. Cari looked over at me as so did Cooper in awaiting my answer with their mother.

"I'm actually unemployed right now." I admitted, and immediately felt Calen's eyes dart to my face.

"What do you mean, you quit your job Dae?" Cari asked me, I looked her way and nodded seeing in my peripheral Calen had sat up in his chair giving the topic his full attention now than any topics before.

"Yeah, I didn't feel it was for me and looking for something different." I nodded not ashamed at all by my decisions.

"It's nothing wrong with that sweetie, finding what you love to do, it doesn't happen over night." Cassie encouraged making me smile with a nod at her.

"What are you going to do for money now?" Cari asked me. I looked over at Calen seeing the same question with a confused look at me quickly looking away.

"Carielle, don't ask such personal questions, she obviously wasn't-"

"Don't tell me what to and not ask my friend, you just met her I've known her for-"

"Cari it's okay." I stopped her before she said something that would be unnecessary.

After lunch everyone kind of dispersed as I decided to go unpack and stay in Cari's room, sleeping so far away from her didn't feel right. She was outside on her patio talking to Bryson. There was a soft knock at the door suddenly.

"Come in." I called out. The door opened, with Calen standing in the doorway. He leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Ready to talk now?" He asked, I looked over my shoulder at Cari before turning back towards him.

"Yeah." I nodded following him out of the room.

*BONUS*

Dana

Walking slowly up another set of stairs, Calen stopped at an all black door with a gold knob. A window overlooked the stairs shining in my face as I waited for him to walk through. Going inside the doorway, I came to another room which I assumed to be his.

Walking inside, it was a totally different place inside the home, fully him and him only. He closed the door making me turn around to see him leaning against it.

With a look of so many different emotions he crossed his arms over his chest again,

"You quit your job?"

"Yeah, I did. Isn't someone going to question us being up here?" I spoke in alert as he just stared at me.

"No." He responded.

"Calen, why are you looking at me like that?" I asked him, it wouldn't be in a way someone would look that wasn't interested.

"Looking at you like what?" He asked softly staring deeply in my eyes.

"Like you want me, and I know that you don't." I shrugged at the words even though it hurt, I was done being hurt by him.

"You don't really know that." He spoke confusing me.

"What?" I asked scrunching my eyebrows, "I thought we were up here to talk about why what happened last night happened."

"We are." He replied licking over lips slowly.

"Well then talk, and stop staring at me like you..." I trailed off looking in his eyes that had instantly made me feel warm.

Taking a deep breath he looked away from me clenching his jaw,

"On the night that you were expecting me to come back to your apartment, I was kidnapped, by Erin." He told me and that was it, if he wasn't going to be serious I was done.

"Let me leave Calen, this is rubbish." I shook my head at him.

With a chuckle he did a low smirk at me,

"You think I'm lying?"

"Yes." I squinted at him, he really was jealous of Erin since I went back to her. Going in his front jeans pocket he pulled out his phone. After tapping on the screen for a while, he walked closer to me, handing me his phone.

It was a video, with Erin on it, I clicked play and listened to what it said....

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