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stilinskibaby · 4 months

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brother's best friend.

PAIRING : stiles stilinski x mccall!reader.

CONTENT : fluff ๑ angst ๑ smut

it started out as a childhood crush, as most longterm infatuations do. you couldn't have been older than four when you met stiles, your stiles. he was missing his front tooth and he spoke with a lisp.

he was wildly loud and animated and you know when you're a kid and you think a boy is so cute that you're sure there's hearts in your eyes. he spoke of playing dragons and knights with scott, “oh! and you can be the princess.”

it was a memory that you kept crawling back to, a time much simpler than now. you could have let out a cold laugh, now you were in constant fear of your life, scott’s life, stiles’ life. it wasn't anything you couldn't handle but you wished for the times when all you had to worry about was your silly schoolgirl crush on stiles.

today was surprisingly quiet, just defeating peter and dealing with the deadpool, you were tired. all of you were, but you kept an eye open just on the off chance that something would try to kill one of your friends.

you stared at your reflection in the mirror, and dotted some concealer under your eyes, anything to make it look like you got some sleep last night. you didn't have scott’s powers to fall back on, nor lydia’s intelligence and intuition. everyday you wondered if you'd be another human lost in the fight against the preternatural.

you tried to wipe the thoughts from your head before walking down the main hall of the high school, stiles stood leaning against his locker while your brother talked about god knows what.

you walked up to the two of them and tried to act normal. like stiles isn't a whole foot away from you, like his cologne isn't enough to make your knees quiver, like every little wink, smile and joke doesn't make you wanna beg him to love you.

you'd been dealing with this crush for as long as you have memories, it should be easier by now. it seemed like lately though, it was getting harder. almost like he was purposefully invading all your thoughts.

“helllloooo?” you came back to the present because of stiles’ voice and scott's hand waving in front of your face. your skin warmed from the embarrassment of getting caught zoning out.

“what? sorry, I'm just tired,” you sighed, seemingly having said that alot recently. but dealing with what you can only assume to be a unrequited crush is tiring. especially when that crush happens to be on your brother's best friend.

stiles eyes squinted with disbelief. if there was one thing you hated about the boy, it was his ability to tell when anyone was lying.

“right, anyways,” scott continued eyeing you from the corner of his eyes but you were already zoning out again.

your day continued on like that, just skating by with your mind constantly drifting back to stiles. it felt almost like you were cursed, your brain almost short circuiting whenever you tried to think of literally anything else.

before you knew it, as if on airplane mode you found yourself walking out the doors towards the jeep. since scott started working at the clinic, you'd just been riding home with stiles. and due to the supernatural nature of your life, it's easier this way.

you climbed into the jeep and tried to keep a semblance of calm. stiles scent was invading your nostrils, with his lacrosse gear in the back seat and him sitting directly next to you. a soft song played on the radio, and if your emotions weren't getting the best of you ; you'd romanticize the man before you.

you were almost never quiet when left alone with stiles, it almost like you don't know how to shut up when around him. so the silence filling the jeep was becoming a bit much even for the hyperactive mind of stiles stilinski.

“you sure you're okay, sunshine?” his hand awkwardly patted your leg. stiles has been calling you sunshine forever, it's yours-and-his special little thing and even when you feel like the world is crushing you, it still gives you butterflies.

you had be around ten, you sat on the bus one seat in front of stiles and scott. stiles was talking mindlessly about lydia ( 12 year olds and their crushes ). and some kid was in the seat in front of you talking about how weird you were. being just a kid, you were almost to tears until stiles heard what the unkind words sprouted from the kid’s mouth.

“you don't even know what you're talking about! she's like sunshine.”

you found yourself blushing and feeling embarrassed, just for the kid to start making fun of you and stiles.

you let the silence hang a bit longer, trying to buy some time to tell a somewhat believable lie. the jeep came to a stop in front of stiles’ house. your eyebrows knit together trying to remember if there was some prior agreement that you forgot about.

“i think i know exactly what you need!” stiles spoke excitedly, and your heart felt like it was gonna fall out of your chest.

“a-and what's that?” you tried to convey a sarcastic tone but your voice shook as spoke. you prayed to whoever was listening that he didn't notice.

his eyes scanned your face as if trying to pry into your mind and it would give him all the answers. “movie night! i know we haven't done one in forever, but i think it'll help get your mind off whatever is bothering you. I know scott is usually here for this,” he sighed a little and rubbed the back of his neck.

your heart warmed, you couldn't believe the absolute kindness this boy had to offer. though every moment around him, was a kick to ego and a kiss for your heart.

“thank you, stiles,” his hand still awkwardly sat on your thigh, burning a metaphorical hole through your jeans.

he grinned that big smile, the one where his whole face turns into pure joy. it took everything in you not to just kiss him right there. and right as you began to get the courage he pops open his door and falls out the jeep. you chuckled to yourself bitterly.

you followed him into his room where you plopped yourself down on the bed. “so what's on tonight, star wars again?” you giggled as you watched him fumble through his dvds.

“actually, i rented heathers last night just for you, i know it's your favorite!” this boy was going to kill you.

and just like old times, he made popcorn and let you lay on his chest. you thought you might throw up. watching your favorite film, with the biggest crush of your life and it started to feel like you were suffocating.

you sat up anxiously, leaning against the wall, stiles’ head lazily rolled to the side, watching your every move.

“stiles,” your voice shook, your lips quivered and you were rubbing your hands intensely.

“hey! woah, hey, it's okay, whatever it is, it's okay, what's got you so upset? did you kill someone or something?” he tried to joke and relieve the tension and at this moment you think that might be an easier conversation.

“no, no, nothing like that,” the Perception of rejection was getting to you, an anvil falling on your heart. you laughed bitterly, “actually, now it feels so dumb. i just, stiles, i-i love you. i love you so much and i cant, i tried to swallow it and for a while that worked,” you were basically sobbing now eyes closed and lip shaking and you were about to lose your breath.

“but i can't, and I can't keep pretending i dont, but it's killing me and that feels dramatic but please, please don't hate me.” he knew this was very serious for you, a girl that almost never let anyone see her cry. amd he didn't mean to, and he feels so bad for it but he laughs, it just thr awkwardness that's in his bones.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, please I didn't mean to laugh, but i guess it just seems so silly to me that you wouldn't just tell me or someone and let it get so bad.” he pauses almost like he's trying to find his words. and all you can think about is running, running as fast as you can but his hand is on your leg and you'd feel so bad for it.

“i can't believe you could be so oblivious, I've been trying to hint to you for years now that i felt the same,” you didn't let him finish his sentence instead, doing what you've always wanted to do : kiss him. your lips mold together perfectly, you felt so far away, like you were in a dream.

the dream felt more hazy, when his hands find your hips and pull you into his lap. you can feel his cock hardened underth you, restrained by his jeans. you grind against and whimper into his mouth.

“stiles, stiles if you don't do something right now,” your words were breathless, somewhere between a whimper and a whine. his fingers move quickly to undo his jeans, while you shed yourself of everything but your bra and panties. you always wore cute panties in a secret way to manifest this happening.

as soon as he has you below, his hands are moving to grope your tits, he groans, eyes scanning every inch of your body, trying to commit every part of you to memory.

“fuck, you're so pretty, baby.” his words go straight to your core, warm, wet and clenching around nothing. you're thoughtless, the only thing left in your mind is him, so you just whine.

his fingers trace around your hips and slide your thong to the side to get a view of your beautiful cunt.

“you ready?” you nod, and he shakes his head, as if a new man. “say it,” as his hands slide over every part of your body except where you need him most.

“m ready, please stiles need you, need your cock. please, please” you were practically begging so pumped himself a few times before sheathing his full length into your cunt. it's so deliciously painful.

“mm such a good girl, taking me so well,” he pressed his lips against your forehead in a long kiss. before giving you long thick strokes, ans his hand reaching between you to rub little circles onto your clit. you were seeing white as continued to fuck you, your fingernails scraping against his pale skin.

his teeth gritted as he moaned, trying so hard to hold back. “m close, please please.” you whined and he fucked you faster, and harder. rough groans falling out of his lips.

your climax was closing in on your, your nails skating harder against him, your legs closing in around his hips. you basically screamed your orgasm out against stiles neck. he chuckled to himself, proud he could do all this. he funally let go, fucking you both through your climaxes. and keeping his now soft cock in your cunt, to keep his cum in you. thank god for birth control.

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star-girl-05 · 2 months

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Were Dating?

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

~★~❤︎~✦~

His signature blue jeep pulled into your driveway at exactly eight. Surprisingly the brunette was on time for once. As soon as he parks he’s jumping out of the jeep, giving you his dorky smile before opening the passenger side door for you. You just chuckle at his actions.

You and Stiles have been friends for years though it was only lately that he's been acting somewhat differently. He’s been sweeter to you, more thoughtful, you contribute it to the fact the two of you have been spending more alone time together. Tonight the two of you are going to see a new horror movie that you’ve been dying to see.

You and Stiles just buttered your popcorn when you bump into Scott and allison. Coincidentally they are going to see the same movie, so you decided to join each other. ‘A double date’ in Stiles' own words. The night went amazing, after the movie the four of you decided to get food. At the end of the night Stiles drives you back to your house. Even going as far as walking you to the door. Just as you're about to say goodnight he kisses you. You freeze when his lips meet yours, completely stunned by the boy's bold move.

“Uh.. What was that?” You weren't against Stiles kissing you but you wanted to know why he's kissing you out of the blue.

Stiles tilted his head a blush still coating his cheeks, “It’s a goodnight kiss, can’t I kiss my girlfriend” Now you're really confused.

“I’m your girlfriend?”

“Of course you're my girlfriend”, he chuckled thinking you were teasing him. It's only when you ask since when with a completely straight face does he realize you're being serious. “A week in a half, I asked you out two tuesdays ago.”

It took a few seconds to place the day.

It was an average day, Stiles was driving you home like he does everyday. Only this time when you pulled up to your house he stops you. “Hey before you go I wanted to ask you something” He was oddly nervous but you didn't think anything about it, giving him a nod of encouragement. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang-out, like just the two of us.” Why he’s so nervous to ask you to hang out you don’t know but you answer right away.

“Of course, I don’t know why you were so nervous to ask. I could never say no to you.” A huge smile blooms on Stiles face, his dimples fully on show.

“Thank goodness, I was so nervous that you would say no” you laugh at his reaction, why on earth would you ever say no.

Now looking back on it’s so obvious that he was asking you on a date. In your defense he never used the word date or the word girlfriend. So it wasn’t totally your fault for not connecting the dots.

“I didn’t realize you were asking me out” your voice is soft

“Oh” an awkward silence covers the two of you as both stare at each other. He had no idea how to respond, this whole time he thought you were his girlfriend, but you thought the two of you were only friends. He had no idea how you thought the two of you were friends. He wasn't hiding his affection for you. The two of you would hold hands, and cuddle yet you thought you were friends. He felt like an idiot, he just kissed you when you saw him as just a friend. “Well then goodnight I guess sorry I kissed you let's just forget about it” he tried to laugh off his discomfort, this is not how he thought tonight was going to go. This morning he was dating his longtime crush and now he’s finding out it was all a lie. He just wanted to run away and die of embarrassment.

Before he could leave you grab his arm pulling him back to you and placing a kiss on his lips. His mind short-circuited, he’s on a rollercoaster. One second he's dating you then you're rejecting him and now you're kissing him.

“Stiles, do you want to be my Boyfriend?”

“Yeah I would love too” his smiles huge

“That's how you ask someone out” you giggle out

“Well when someone takes you on dates and holds your hands that means your dating” the both of you laugh kissing each other once more.

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ellieloves2draw · 6 months

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at long last i have finished it!! this was so much fun :] ive wanted to do a character lineup for a while but havent really had the time/spoons, so it was really nice to have a convenient template on hand

template by @xmaruu11

closeups and ID under the cut

(ID: bust shots of each of the members of the life series, done in marker. left to right, top to bottom, they are: grian, scar, mumbo, jimmy, joel, scott, impulse, skizz, tango, etho, bdubs, cleo, martyn, ren, lizzie, bigb, gem, and pearl. each member is talking to and/or interacting with another member.

character designs:

grian has dirty blonde hair, a button nose, and pure black eyes. his hands are scaled and birdlike, and he has large deerlike ears. he is wearing small round glasses and a red sweater.

scar has brown hair in a ponytail, pointed, ears, a wide nose, and green eyes. there are a number of scars on his face, arms, and neck. there are also some grey streaks in the left side of his hair.

mumbo has black hair, black dot eyes, a button nose, and pointed ears. his mouth is obscured by a mustache. there are two strands of hair sticking up above his forehead. he is wearing a white collared shirt, suspenders, a floppy red tie, and black gloves.

jimmy has short dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, a straight nose, and a beard. I he’s wearing a white shirt, and unbuttoned blue shirt, and a bandana around the neck that is red-and-white striped.

joel has dark brown hair with a green streak in the front, pointed ears, dark brown eyes, a slightly hooked nose, stubble, and a small braid in the back. he’s wearing a loose, long-sleeved white shirt, and a dark brown vest that is loosely tied together.

scott has long blue hair with a braid next to his left ear, deerlike ears, a wide nose, and dark blue eyes. there are small yellow lights floating around his head like a halo. he is wearing a white shirt with a rainbow pattern across the middle, and an unbuttoned blue shirt on top. there are red flowers in his hair.

impulse has short brown hair with grey streaks, slitted brown eyes, a wide nose, pointed ears, and a beard. he is wearing a black, short sleeve shirt, a dark, gray vest, and a yellow bandanna tied around the neck.

skizz has salt and pepper hair styled similarly to wolverine from x-men. he has a chin beard, a large nose, and light blue eyes with white pupils. there are scars on his arms. there is a faint halo around his head. he is wearing a formal vest, red tie, and white collared shirt with the sleeves ripped off.

tango has long pointed ears, red eyes, a pointed nose, yellow blonde hair, and stubble. there are a pair of red lensed goggles on his forehead. he is wearing oversized red gloves, a red button up shirt, and black overalls.

etho has long white hair that is half tied up, a dark blue eye and a red eye, and a scar over the red eye. he also has stubble, which is barely visible underneath his mask. he’s wearing a dark green shirt, a dark blue vest with a fur collar, and black fingerless gloves.

bdubs has short white hair, very dark brown eyes, stubble, a large nose, and a missing tooth. he also has a black eye. he’s wearing a white collared shirt, a cloak made of moss, and a red bandana on his head.

cleo has pale green skin covered in stitches, long red hair, an upturned nose, and pure black eyes with light green irises. they are wearing a dark magenta leotard with purple off-the-shoulder sleeves. she has dark pink flowers in her hair.

martyn has long light blonde hair, parted in the middle and held back with a headband. he has blue eyes, a large nose, and a beard. he’s wearing a green shirt, a dark green jacket with a large collar, and black fingerless gloves.

ren is a dogman. he has long dark brown fur with slightly lighter fur on the face and hands. he has blue eyes. he’s wearing sunglasses and a red plaid short-sleeved flannel.

lizzie has blue eyes, long pink hair, and raccoon-like ears and nose. she has sharp teeth and claws. there is a dark raccoon-like marking over her eyes. she is wearing a blue vest and floppy tie and a white collared shirt.

bigb has dark brown eyes, a wide nose, a beard, and two ear cuffs. his hair is styled in a pompadour. he is wearing a blue poncho with a cookie patch sewn, and a lighter blue shirt underneath.

gem has antlers and deerlike ears, red hair tied in a braid, green eyes, a small nose, and freckles. she’s wearing a light green sweater and blue denim overalls.

pearl has long light brown hair, deerlike ears, and blue eyes with white pupils. she also has white freckles. she’s wearing a dark blue beanie and cloak, and a white shirt. the cloak has red patches sewn on.

end ID.)

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johnnyutah · 27 days

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average adam faulkner stanheight fan: if adam isn’t in saw xi we riot! @lionsgate @kevingruetert @jameswan #adamlives #justiceforadam #corpseinconsistencies

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honey-minded-hivemind · 1 month

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Ooooooo

I have come, with something!

So, imagine reader is a young adult instead of the teen. They already gone through the system, was never adopted, so they have a lot of resentment to parents and such. And they actually work in the school as an assistant teacher. The team thing happens and when reader realizes they were being used, they quit, and after, cut out anything showing they’re a mutant. Maybe filling the claws way down to look like normal nails, or if it’s like wolverine’s, they use a rock to break it.

How would everyone react to seeing reader after that, either fresh from their self mutilation, or some days after?

Thanks for reading my rant!

🌂

Oooooo... Okay, okay, that's interesting! I still plan to have Reader as a teen in the main au, but Reader as a young adult? Not bad, if I say so. I'm going to count this as an au of the Smilodon AU, because I have an idea for how Reader finding all of this out goes, but... I really like this ask. So good job! Let's do it-

If the others, the X-Men and Brotherhood, saw Reader like that... I think they'd feel nauseous. Light-headed. Sick. Because their... whatever Reader is to them, is missing parts of their mutation, the parts that were part of them. Their claws... they're filed down, hardly there anymore.. Their fangs... not near as long or sharp as they used to be. And the small bits of fur or fluff that used to dot their arms and legs... they're gone, leaving the skin underneath. This isn't what they wanted. They wanted Reader as their, well... okay, they had used Reader. They didn't want to, in the end, and the teens wanted to stop it, but- They just couldn't. They tried. The adults... they feel remorse. A bit scared. Because now they know Reader can and will harm themself (and likely had before). When Xavier looks deeper into Reader's thoughts, he sees their inner-self, and it isn't a monster or a beast or an evil person... it's a scared, lonely, hurt child, who wants love, but has been denied it so long that they don't trust anyone. And after what all they've done... Reader doesn't even trust them anymore...

Xavier, Scott, and Jean would try to speak rationally with Reader (their version of rational). It goes out the window real quick when Reader's thoughts turn darker, sadder, spiraling. Scott wants to know why Reader did what they did, because he's sorry, and wants them to know they care. He wants them to see it their way. But he mostly wants to make things better between them. Jean wants to help Reader, and comfort them, but now there's a literal mental wall between them, full of bitterness. She wants to reach them,, to stop them from doing this to themself... Xavier wants to convince Reader they meant no harm, and to give them and the X-Men a proper chance to make it up to them. He knows that Reader will be hard to convince. But they have to hold out hope. If worse came to worse... they can try and move Reader in with them, albeit unwillingly. It might be the only way to keep an eye on them and their health...

Kurt, Kitty, Ororo, and Beast regret getting Reader's hopes up, only for the truth to come out about why they started trying to befriend them in the first place. Seeing Reader remove parts of their mutation, leaving them almost defenseless... Kurt feels scared. He has a visible mutation as well, and while he hid his with the holo watch, Reader didn't have something like that. And they got rid of parts of themself! It's... it's so hard to look at... Kitty wants to hug Reader, wants forgiveness. She's so sorry about what happened, she wants them to know that! But... why would Reader hurt themself? Are they hiding any other wounds? What If they hurt themself again?... Storm is doing her best to stay calm and motherly, which sadly doesn't get her very far. She knows they've hurt Reader, and it doesn't feel good, for Reader or for them. But they need to own up to it. The best they can do is apologize, and hope Reader forgives them, or at least doesn't hurt themself further. Perhaps getting Hank to talk with them would be better... Hank would try and help them, would try to talk with Reader. He wants to provide therapy, or at least get them to have a medical exam. He needs to know how bad they hurt themself. But they're not budging. He doesn't want Charles to force Reader. No. But if they want to help them, they need them under their care. And sadly, Reader does not want to be under their care or protection after everything...

Rogue, Evan, and Logan feel guilty. They know they didn't trust Reader at first. That they didn't want to give them the benefit of the doubt. But seeing how bad it's hurt them, that they'd rather hurt themself than them... It's a tough pill to swallow. Reader already had trust issues. They already didn't have a high opinion of themself. And they just made those a whole lot worse. Rogue is truly sorry, wanting to have Reader stay with them so they don't hurt themself or disappear. She's scared that if they look away from them, they'll be gone. That Reader will leave, or worse, be dead. Evan wants to apologize, but he also wants Reader to give them a second chance. Even his aunt is in on it, and maybe Reader would believe two of them over just one? He really wants them to not give up on them... Logan knows he hasn't handled knowing Reader very well. He knew about some of their past, and wrote them off as a bad influence. And they weren't. They're the cub of his "brother" (he doesn't know if that fuzzy maniac is his brother or not), but they've never even met the guy, let alone know who he was. It wasn't fair of him to get mad with them, to treat them as a potential threat. Seeing them harm themself though... It makes him realize that they had every chance to go after all of them, but instead they turned on themself. And for that... he realizes he shouldn't have been been hard. So cold.

The Brotherhood teens want to throw up. Their favorite assistant teacher, the one who tended to see the best in them, is missing parts of themself, or has cut them down. And it scares the cr*p out of them. This is their favorite teacher! Their go-to adult in school when things go wrong or people won't leave them alone! And they've. Hurt. Themself. They didn't want to use them! They swear! But... they're not sure this is an easy fix. This isn't as simple as saying sorry. This had consequences, and they've (mostly) learned that one has to own up to them, no matter what they be. Lance doesn't want to imagine Reader leaving them. They're the one adult he trusts. And now they're scared, or at least wary, of all of them. The X-Teens are in the same boat, so while he hates to say it, he might have to work with them to get Reader to stay, and hopefully heal and regrow their claws and fangs and fuzz. Todd feels sick. He didn't realize they could do that. They could actually remove parts of their mutation? Just like that? Thinking about it gives him shivers. Who would give their powers up? Who'd willingly hurt themself? He understands why they'd do it, he just wishes they hadn't. Fred wants to hug Reader and cry. His favorite adult (who's only a few years older than all of them) just hurt themself. And is upset with them. And is sad. He doesn't want them to be upset! Or hurt! He's trying to apologize, and is on the same boat as Lance to get the X-Teens help in apologizing, if it means Reader might forgive them. Pietro knows what they did. He knows it was wrong. Is he sorry?... Yes. But he still wants Reader with them. Seeing them they way they are... he still thinks they should be with them, even more now. They need help. His dad can get help, okay? H*ck, if they have to, they can pull Sabretooth in, okay?! He just... he doesn't want Reader to hurt themself even more. They're nice, and pay attention to him and his sister, good attention. How can they let them hurt? Wanda is asking Reader why they did it. She wants to know Reader's perspective on this, on why they did it, how they feel about them all. She doesn't want to hurt them, and she won't, but Reader needs help. She will not have her favorite adult die on her or hurt themself, so they'd better hurry up and go to her father or Xavier and get them involved, otherwise, they're going to have a problem. Mystique feels for Reader. Being distrusted by everyone. Having mutations that single them out. It hurts. It hurts her even more knowing she has hurt Reader with her actions. But this proves to her Reader needs a team. A group. She's grateful Reader hasn't taken their anger or hurt out on them, like their father might have. She knows they deserve it. But... she isn't sure if they should turn to... the X-Men... blegh... or to Magneto... who she's mad with... And unfortunately, those are her two options. The joys of being an adult, being responsible... Hopefully they can reach Reader before it could be too late...

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writing-house-of-m · 9 months

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Endgame

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The group talks about the fight against Thanos

A/N: Three for three! I hope this one makes up for the angst posted yesterday 😊 For those who care, here is the request. Comments, reblogs and likes are much appreciated!

Prompt: "That was the night I nearly lost you."

It is the end of another party. This time, one thrown in celebration of successfully defeating Thanos once and for all.

It didn't matter where you were hiding Vision from him, Thanos kept finding him. So, when a plan was formed to hide Vision in Wakanda, everyone was ready to make it the last stand. It was a good thing Strange and Wong were able to gather so many people.

Most of those who helped in the final battle were still here, dotted around in the lounge area.

Everyone was exchanging stories about their version of events. All of you were in agreement about being in awe when Carol destroyed a ship single handedly.

You wouldn't have believed Bucky when he spoke about the raccoon he was fighting alongside if you didn't see the creature with your own eyes. You along with Thor and Peter had to corroborate his story. Especially to Tony who was sceptical.

Okoye spoke about the relief she felt at seeing the King again after he was thrown across the field. King T'Challa commented, saying the experience was not one of his finest moments making everyone laugh.

There were no major casualties and no deaths so it felt easy to joke about such things. You can only imagine what it would have felt like to fail such a risky plan.

It was Wanda's turn to speak, "That was the night I nearly lost you," she says, looking at you and squeezing your knee as she leans more into your side.

You and Wanda had each other's backs the whole time, fighting alongside one another. You have always worked well together. Finishing off enemies for the other left and right.

"I left your side for like, a second," you scoff, cinching your eyebrows, everyone laughing and looking amused at the scene.

Knowing Wanda could hold her own you left her so you could help Scott who was covered with aliens, like an apple overthrown by ants. Because she didn't notice you leave, too busy 'kicking names and taking ass,' as Mantis put it, Wanda was worried you were hurt. That was until she heard you compare Scott to Godzilla through her comms.

"I know, but I thought you were hurt," Wanda pouts.

You smile at her antics and begin to lean in to kiss her saying she is being ridiculous but you are cut short with all the jeers you hear from everyone in the room.

"No one needs to see that, lovebirds," you hear Natasha's disgust, loud and clear.

The conversation swiftly moves on to Thor talking about his new axe, Stormbreaker, and all the things it can do. Your attention is turned to Wanda as his voice drones on in the background.

"Hey," you whisper to get Wanda to look at you. When her green eyes meet yours you think of how lucky you are to be able to call her yours.

"You know I'm never gonna die, right? I still need to marry you," you say quietly while grinning.

Wanda smacks your chest, her grin matching yours. Before her next action she quickly looks around the room. You don't have time to ask what she is doing because in the next second her lips are on yours but gone just as fast.

"That's all good and well but you have to propose first," she says, centimetres from your lips.

You want to rebuttal but your attention is sucked back into the discussion around you when Scott says your name, recounting his events on almost being drowned alive by 'smelly aliens'. Hope, who is sitting beside him, shakes her head giggling at his explanation.

Conversations and drinks keep flowing long into the night.

Steve makes a heartfelt speech about everyone doing a good job in keeping the people on this planet safe. He goes on to say everyone who showed up for the fight has given everyone on Earth and even life beyond the stars a chance to appreciate their loved ones and live another day.

You always wondered what the endgame of this superhero life would be for you. But it's this. You're holding it in your arms and are surrounded by it.

The next step in your life is to make Wanda your wife, which you will do as soon as you perfect the proposal you have been planning. Together you will build a real life together and your friends will be there to witness it all.

Resting your head against Wanda's, your mind drifts to a normal life filled with white picket fences, crying babies, school pick ups and drop offs, regular home cooked meals. The stress of PTA meetings, bake sales, sports tryouts, college options. It all has you smiling to yourself.

You can't wait.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff fanfic #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff marvel #wanda maximoff fluff #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch fanfic #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch fluff #marvel fanfic #marvel #mcu reader insert #self insert fanfiction #fic #1 year celebration #endgame tag

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ofstarsandvibranium · 5 months

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My Sweetheart: Part 5

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You purchase a vintage sweetheart bracelet from an antique store and with it, comes the spirit of the woman who owned it. Through her, you go on an interesting journey to find out what happened to her old lover.

Series Masterlist

During your next shift, Kamala went to the animal shelter you worked at and picked up several volunteer forms. The young Avenger was excited about bringing herself and her superhero friends to help around your workplace.

It was a week later when she brought back the forms and as you were going through them, you were surprised to see Bucky had signed up. You assumed that Kamala convinced him to volunteer.

Well, here's to hoping this goes how she hopes it does.

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After the forms were overlooked, each person who signed up was sent an acceptance email and a date of their orientation. The roster was: Kamala, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, America Chavez, Cassie Lang, Scott Lang, Scott's friends Luis, Kurt, and Dave; and lastly, Bucky Barnes.

Eventually, said group arrived Wednesday morning at the front desk. Your coworker, Mikayla, was starstruck. Yes, you told her who would be volunteering there, but that still didn't minimize the feeling of excitement she felt when they arrived.

"Holy shit, this is happening," she stares wide-eyed at the group before her.

You pat her shoulder, "Should I do the orientation?"

Mikayla slowly nods, "Yeah. I think so."

You snort and step forward, "Hi, everyone! I'm Y/N. I help oversee the volunteers that work at the shelter!" you go into your spiel about the shelter, what animals you take care of, some of the tasks everyone is expected to do, etc.

You finish off with asking who'd like to work in what areas of the shelter. Kamala immediately raises her hand, and Bucky's, for when you ask about the cat area. Yelena also volunteers and the three of them follow you to the cat room.

"So we do have a few kittens here that we just received a few days ago, but most of our residents are adult cats."

One particular kitten is crying out, which catches your attention. You turn to its cage and chuckle, "Alright, I hear ya, buddy," you unlock the cage and pull a small white kitten out.

"This is one of our newer residents. His name is Alpine and, don't tell the other cats this, but he's currently my favorite."

The small white cat climbs out of your arms and up your shoulder. Kamala is practically melting at the spot, "Oh my gosh! He's sooo cute!"

You nod, "He is. He was also born with three legs instead of one, but that obviously doesn't stop him. He's a determined little guy."

You look at Bucky, who's softly smiling at the cat. He reaches out and gently pets Alpine behind the ears, "Hey, buddy," he murmurs. He then looks at you, "Can I hold him?"

"Of course," you pluck Al off your shoulder and gently place him in Bucky's arms. Alpine doesn't hesitate to climb up Bucky's shirt.

Bucky winces, "Watch the claws, pal," but he smiles as Al continues to meow.

Yelena snorts, "He likes you, Barnes, probably because he knows you two are alike," she nods at his vibranium arm.

You proceed to inform the three of their duties with the cats, how to clean the cages, how much food to give, the personality of each cat, etc.. Throughout that time, Bucky listened while also stroking Alpine's fur.

While Yelena and Kamala are playing with two other cats, you go up to Bucky, "He really likes you," you gesture to Al who's now asleep in Bucky's arms.

"He's a good one."

"Kamala says your a cat person?"

He shrugs, "I suppose. I like to feed the stray cats I see, pet them if they let me. I like dogs too, but I guess I like cats better because they're more...mellow?"

You snort, "Not all of them are mellow, but I get what you're saying."

Bucky shifts from one foot to the other, "So, uh, is Dot still with you?"

You sigh, twiddling with the sweetheart bracelet on your wrist, "Yeah. She's," you pause to chuckle, "stubborn."

Bucky snorts, "Yeah. She's always been a bit stubborn, even back then when we were together."

"Birds of a feather stay together, I suppose." He raises a brow at you and you explain, "From our short interaction, I can tell you're just as stubborn. You don't want to help me, that's fine, but honestly, this is more about Dot herself. Help me to help her cross over."

"How?"

You run a hand over your face, "Dot says you're unhappy."

"I'm not!" Bucky raises his voice, causing Alpine to stir from his sleep.

You give Bucky a pointed look and open Al's enclosure so he could place him onto his bed. Once he's safely back in, you turn back to Bucky.

"There isn't anything that you think would make you happier?"

Someone to call my own. A peaceful place for me to live. A family. A chance to grow old.

"Not really," Bucky replies.

You scoff, "I call bullshit."

Bucky's jaw clenches, "Listen here, sweetheart, you don't know me. You don't know what I want or need."

"I don't, but Dot does. Bucky, come on. I don't get why you're so apprehensive about this. This benefits Dot and you."

He leans back against a wall, crossing his arms over his chest. He glances at Kamala and Yelena, who stopped playing with the cats to watch you and him.

Bucky grabs your arm and pulls you out of the cat room and into the hallway, "If I agree to this, what would it entail?"

You shrug and scratch your head, "I dunno. I guess it really depends on what you think would make you happier right now."

Bucky doesn't know you. You're a stranger, but he doesn't get any weird vibes from you. You seem like a genuine person, but he could never be too sure. He can't just tell you his deepest desires. Not yet, anyway.

He sighs, "I guess, a companion?"

"Like a pet or a person?"

He shrugs, "Both? I don't know. I mean, I guess a pet would be nice?"

You roll your eyes, "Okay, well, I guess it's a good thing you volunteered to work here for the month. We'll see how you really feel about having a pet and if you think you can really take care of one."

With that you turn your back to him and enter the cat room again. Bucky watches you through the window as you talk with Kamala and Yelena. He's sure they're berating you about what you and he discussed.

Bucky groans and runs a hand through his cropped hair. He then feels a cool sensation on his shoulder, but it's not alarming. Instead, it brings comfort.

"Thanks, Dot," he murmurs before also heading back inside the cat room.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky imagine #fem!reader #female!reader

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ghostedcas · 1 year

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hello :3

i saw that you really loved fluff fics AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ASWELL! so i was wondering if you could write something for dad!simon riley x mom!reader and they have somewhat of a big family like two teen kids and two younger kids and all of them go on a much needed vacation together🥹 like it could be anywhere you want it to be maybe a road trip to the mountains, beach, or just going out of state!

i would love to see what you do with this :3 im a sucker for fluff

have an amazing day/night :DD

gods absolutely yes, dad!simon 💳💥💳💥💥💳🥺

i'm the biggest sucker for family fics y’all you don't understand!!

i apologize if this is a lil shitty, i'm stoned writing this lmao

simon "ghost" riley x reader

warnings: none, lots and lots of tooth rotting fluff. reader is afab and referred to as mrs. riley once mom, mother, and with other fem terms but no specific pronouns are used and identifying gender isn't specified :)

word count: 655

a/n: simon and reader have 4 kids, twin son and daughter (4), a nonbinary teen (15) and a son (17), none of them are referred to with actual names except for the nonbinary child whose name is 'bug' (there is lore behind this i came up with while writing this if anyone wants a little fic extending on how bug chose their name), simon and the reader have been together for 18 years. i actually have no idea how old ghost is even supposed to be, i just headcanon him in his mid 30's but for this specific au he'll be 40 on the dot, reader is meant to be 38-40.

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"are we there yet?" you hear the whine of your four year old son come from his car seat behind you. it wasn't hard to tell the poor guy was getting restless and impatient,

"just 20 more minutes bud, keep watching bluey with your sister." your husband, simon responds to the squirrely child before you can speak up. you flash him a sweet smile and look over your shoulder to glimpse back at your children.

you were currently on a roadtrip up to scotland to visit one of simon's military friends and vacation at the beach with your family. you found it a little funny that on his break from work simon was so happy and eager about going to see one of his coworkers, but it warmed your heart to know he had such close friends especially in people he had to work with, people who he literally trusted with his life.

"how're you all holding up?" you ask the four with a sweet smile.

"good." your eldest son mumbles, not moving his attention from his phone, texting his friends.

"how about you my little bug?" you turn your attention to your 15 year old.

"i'm good mama, just playing a word search game." they replied, turning their phone to show you the progress of their game.

"nice, you're doing great. i didn't even realize that fritz was a real word."

it was just under another 20 minutes when you pulled into the driveway of simon's friend's, johnny, house. it was s beautiful, quaint thing, the ocean a few hundred feet away behind the home. as you unbuckled your seatbelt you saw the man appear from his home, holding his arms out with a loud chuckle for simon as your husband stepped out of the vehicle.

you smiled to yourself as you got out of the car, watching your husband embrace his friend gruffly as you removed your four year old daughter from her car seat. "hello darling, we're here now." you say gently to the child, who is just awakening from the nap she decided to take in the car.

bug removed your four your old son from his seat for you, holding the boy in their arms as you thank them and give their head a pat with your free hand.

you and the four children approach your husband and his friend, offering the scott a sweet smile. "it's good to see you again johnny."

"you to mrs. riley, kiddos."

"hi uncle johnny." the kids replied.

"why don't the four of you go and play on the beach? it's a private beach and there's not too many others out on it today." soap suggests to the kids with a smile, thumbing over his shoulder to point towards the beach.

it was a couple hours later, you were sat on a beach chair under an umbrella watching simon in the water with your daughter, hearing the four year old's loud and excited giggling made your heart swell. your eldest son and 15 year old playing water volleyball against johnny as your youngest son rested in your arms, tired of playing in the water and just wanting to be cuddled by his mother.

your heart felt full as you watched the scene in front of you, this vacation was well needed for everyone, your two older kids having worked incredibly hard on their schooling and grades, simon having worked hard at work as he always does. and being four is harder than it may seem, the twins needed this break just as much as everyone else.

and of course yourself, you had worked hard at home, taking care of the kids, the housework, and so much more. with and without simon, you worked hard and deserved the break too. it was nice to finally get the time to do something fun like this together as a family. you wouldn't trade it for the world.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley fluff #simon ghost riley fluff #simon riley x reader fluff #ghostedcas #casper's 💌

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space-helen · 1 year

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Eels

Words: 2819

Pairing: Fox Mulder x Reader

A/N: I think the ending is a bit weird but I do like this! It kinda made me miss the X Files. Also can we talk about this GIF ?!?!! DAMN

Request: Fox x Reader where they have to fake being a couple for some reason? Maybe like that one episode where him and Scully have to fake being a couple? - Anon

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"Excuse me." You looked the Fox dead in the eye, everyone else was quiet around you.

Skinner gently clear his throat before speaking "Y/L/N, you don't have to do this but it'd be really beneficial if you did."

You pondered it for a second. It would only be two days, two days of pretending to be Mulder's wife at a couples weekend retreat where people were returning with memory loss and burn like markings on their arms. Scully was already known by the retreat as she visited to try and speak to someone but had no luck, which meant that it had to be you and Mulder.

"Alright." You turned towards Skinner "but you all owe me."

"Am I really that bad?" Mulder teased.

"I don't think you want us answering that." Scully piped up.

"Yes, yes you are." Skinner deadpanned which had everyone letting out a brief laugh "Alright, get out of here. Bring us back something good."

Your car pulled up outside of the retreat. It was beautiful, you couldn't deny that. Opening the door Mulder and you were greeted by the owners, Mr and Mrs O'Donell who immediately welcomed you and asked if you had a reservation.

"Mr and Mrs Brent." You held out your hand to shake the owner's. The two of you had been given fake I.Ds for a Mr Scott Brent and Mrs Lucy Brent.

"We've heard so much about this place. I'm sorry we're late we hit a lot of traffic" Mulder added offering his own hand.

"We've been expecting you" Mrs O'Donell said kindly. "We do however, keep a strict schedule that we expect everyone to stick to, no exceptions."

"I thought this was supposed to be a relaxing retreat." Mulder attempted to joke.

"We understand" you chipped in and gave Mulder a nudge.

The older man gave the two of you a suspicious look and Mulder wrapped his arm around you bringing you into his side. All you could do was smile and look up to the man.

It must have been convincing enough because Mr O'Donell looked away and Mrs O'Donell smiled. She began to walk towards the entrance, her husband in step beside her. Mulder removed his arm from around you and offered you his hand. Taking it the two of you walked hand in hand into the building.

"Lovely place you have" you spoke as you admired the tall ceilings adorned with flowers and vines where they connected to the walls.

"Thank you" Mrs O'Donnell replied as she and her husband moved behind what you could only assume was the reception desk.

"Could we see some form of identification please" Mr O'Donell said roughly as his wife pulled out a book and a file which she quickly labelled 'Brent, S.L'

Mulder quickly pulled out the IDs you'd been given and you watched as they inspected them and scribbled down notes.

“Dinner will be in an hour on the dot, followed by introductions and a sample of what’s to come tomorrow.”

“We’ll be there.” you replied as Mulder looked around the room. Mrs O’Donell gave you a polite nod before disappearing and closing the door behind her.

“It’s a lot smaller than I thought it’d be.” you had to admit the man was right. There was a double bed, wardrobe and small desk with a TV on a dresser, barely enough room for the two of you to move around. The bathroom connected to the room was very much the same. Definitely a step down in quality compared to the rest of the resort.

“I suppose they don’t imagine us staying in here all that much so have made the rooms to reflect that and force us to join the activities.” you took a seat on the edge of the bed as you spoke, watching as Mulder switched on the TV and tried navigating some channels but was met with static and no service on most of them.

“Looks like we’re spoilt for choice.” the man spoke light heartedly as he turned the TV off and flopped onto the bed. Lying down he looked at the ceiling as you awkwardly looked around the room. He noticed this and turned his head towards you “Relax Y/N, we’ll be fine.”

“I know. Something feels really off about this place though. Almost sinister and we haven’t even been here an hour yet.”

The man patted the bed beside him and you relaxed a bit, reclining back so your back was against the headboard in a more relaxed position as Mulder scrambled to mirror you on the other side of the bed.

“We’ll do some proper exploring after dinner if they allow and if they don’t, we’ll find a way to explore anyway. The quicker we find stuff out the sooner we might be able to get home” he said nonchalantly.

You smiled “I suppose. Unless we actually really enjoy ourselves.”

“In a place where people have been losing their memory and get mysterious burns? How could we not enjoy ourselves.”

You laughed a little at his words. The two of you had always got on well, hell you couldn’t think a time where you hadn’t got along, your reaction to having the fake be Mulder’s wife had been a little over dramatic but you loved Mulder as a friend and didn’t want to jepordise that at all because you knew, if you had to act like his wife you might actually develop feelings for him and then after that? There was no way back.

“We should probably get ready for dinner.” his words brought you out of your thoughts. He pushed himself up off the bed. “I’ll get changed in the bathroom you can get changed out here.”

The meal and introductions were weird. Everyone else had been here much longer than you had and were planning on staying. One noticeable thing was that the longer they’d been here the less light they seemed to have behind their eyes. But everyone was still aware of their surroundings and very much ‘there’.

You noticed only a few of couples, the ones who were leaving soon, but not necessarily the ones who’d been here the longest, with the markings on them, but they seemed to be trying to hide them.

Introductions and dinner over, the O’Donells offered everyone some tea. “For our new guests today, the tea is drunk all throughout the retreat. It revitalises the body and mind and relaxes you to allow a full enjoyment of what we have to offer.”

You gave Mulder an unsure look, and watched as the O’Donells watched the two of you. You were both on the same page, you did not want to drink the tea.

“They’re watching us” you whispered under your breath.

The man nodded and smiled, pretending you’d just told him a joke. “Just take a sip and we’ll dump the rest.”

You did as instructed. Taking a sip of the tea and keeping the rest in your cup. Mulder stood and emptied his as he was talking to other people.

Mrs O’Donell approached you and asked why you hadn’t drunk the whole thing.

“I like to have a drink just before bed and I’m getting tired. I thought I’d keep it until just before bed if that’s ok with you?”

The woman thought it over for a second “I suppose so. But you must drink it, my dear. If you don’t you might risk losing your place here.”

You nodded “I’ll be sure to. I don’t want to miss out.” you gave her a sweet smile and she weaved through the crowd, talking to people as she passed.

Mulder was soon with you again. Taking your hand he gave it a squeeze and was soon guiding you back to your room. You could tell he had something to say.

“The other guests are totally brainwashed,” he whispered as he tried to find the room key.

“I have it.” you pulled out the key and unlocked the door “You let me lock up.” opening it slowly you tried to see if the string was still on the inside of the lock. An old trick you’d learnt to do when you weren’t sure of the security in a building. Noticing the string was on the floor, several feet away from the door you knew instantly someone had been in the room.

Your eyes went wide as you stepped inside. Dragging Mulder inside you closed the door and placed a finger to your lips a sign for him to stay quiet as you pointed at the string on the floor.

Confused he watched as you paced the room, looking at every surface and under them. When you found what you were looking for you gestured for Mulder to come and look. A bug, your room had been bugged while you were at dinner.

Dragging him into the bathroom you looked around before turning the shower on to hopefully cover up some noise.

“I knew it. I absolutely knew it.” you ran a hand over your hair.

“I guess we weren’t convincing enough earlier.” the man tried to joked but realised as soon as he’d said it that now wasn’t the right time.

You paced the tiny bathroom “We’ll have to act like a proper couple everywhere but in here and only ever with the shower on.”

The man agreed and noticed you were clutching your tea cup “Why do you still have that.”

You looked down at it. “I thought we could send a sample back to Scully, see what she can find out. Its definitely the tea.”

“And if the tea has something to do with it. Do you think the food does too? The potatoes tasted a little funny.”

You sighed “Probably. I guess we eat and drink as little as possible. It’s going to be tough but I’d rather not end up like the others.”

He nodded in agreement. “How’re you going to get that back to Scully.”

“I brought some vials with us. Hopefully they’ll let me run to the town to post it tomorrow morning.”

“And you could sneak us in some snacks.”

You laughed “Great thinking.” you relaxed slightly and placed the cup on the shelf above the sink. “You ready to go back in there and be Lucy and Scott Brent?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” the man winked.

You couldn’t help the wide smile that appeared on your face as you turned away to turn off the shower. Mulder smiled as well as he opened the bathroom door and entered the main bedroom.

Grabbing your things you quickly bottled up a sample for Scully and changed into your pyjamas in the bathroom while Mulder changed. Sorting out your bag you noticed Mulder was already under the covers.

He could see you hesitating to get into bed “Come here Sweetheart.” he said gently, opening his arms to you as his eyes softened.

You got into the bed carefully and let him put his arm over your shoulders. “Today was fun don’t you think? Everyone seems lovely and that tea was ok, I could get used to it.” you spoke, knowing you needed to play up to the listening devices.

Mulder laughed softly and you could hear the rumble from his chest. “I wasn’t a huge fan but if it’s going to make this weekend better I’ll drink all the tea you want me to.”

The man cuddled you to his side more and you instinctively leant into his warmth. You sat like this for a couple of minutes. The man rubbing his hand up and down your arm before he placed a very light kiss to the top of your head which took you by surprise but you couldn’t say it wasn’t welcomed.

“We should go to sleep. Early start tomorrow.”

You nodded in agreeance and moved down the bed so you were comfortable and the man did the same, the two of you not touching once you’d settled.

You were the first to fall asleep. Mulder could only assume from the way your breathing evened out. He struggled falling asleep to begin with, listening out for any noises in the corridor but before long he’d fallen asleep as well.

In the morning you were woken up by the sound of the alarm clock and you could feel the weight of Mulder’s arm over you. Smiling you moved your hand to his after shutting off the alarm clock. “Morning,” he mumbled.

Turning around to face him you mumbled your good morning’s as well. The two of you felt as if you’d done this one thousand times before.

After a second the man sat up and rubbed his eyes. It took you longer to sit up but you got straight out of bed and dashed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

“What’s the rush?” he joked as he was pulling on a sweater as you emerged.

“I want to go send this quickly before our morning activity starts.”

“I’ll walk you down to reception. I’ll stay here and enjoy some breakfast.”

The two of you left the room and the man offered you his hand, once again you slipped yours into his and the two of you headed down to the reception area.

Surprisingly you were allowed to leave the premises but only after a grilling from the owners.

Mulder stayed behind on his own, realising the two of you hadn’t done any exploring the night before he began to poke around. What he saw he wished he’d never set eyes upon.

Tanks filled with eels. They didn’t look like a typical eel though, these were bright green with purple spots. He could only assume that these were either producing whatever was in the tea or caused the sting.

Upon further inspection he found pumps, pumps leading the water away and meeting the main water pumps and running alongside, further confirming his suspicion about the tea.

The man took a nearby sledgehammer and smashed through some of the pipes and made his way back up to the lobby.

As soon as you got back he wrapped you up in his arms and hugged you impossibly close for a moment before whispering “I’ve found some stuff. Definitely in the tea.” in your ear.

“Although this is a couple’s retreat we suggest that guests do not show public displays of affection as some of our couples are having hard times in their relationships.” Mrs O’Donell’s voice startled you slightly.

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

The woman frowned “The first activity is in fifteen minutes.” with her words she walked away.

Mulder began to take large strides back in the direction of your room and you were quick on his heels. Once inside the room he practically pushed you into the bathroom and shoved on the shower.

Closing the door as he did so you turned towards him “What did you find?”

“Eels, huge tanks of them in the basement. They were neon green with purple spots, they had pipes from the tanks running up to the water pipes and then alongside them. I’m pretty sure they’re using the water in the tea and the eels are possibly causing the burns.” he rushed out.

“that's it, it has to be it. We should get out of here."

"Definitely, I may or may not have smashed some pipes."

"What?"

"Grab your things." He turned off the shower and you did as instructed. The man guided you out of the room once you'd grabbed your bag.

Footsteps coming down the corridor had you both freaking out slightly. The man grabbed your wrist gently and hurried you along the corridor, the both of you practically breaking out into a run.

The two of you were sprinting to the car. Slipping into it you chucked your things onto the back seats as Mulder started the ignition and sped away.

Stopping in the nearby town you ran into the sheriff's office and called Scully while you sent the officers to go and arrest the O'Donells.

Eventually, it was quiet. You and Mulder were sat together waiting.

"You did some good work back there." You complimented the man "I don't know if I could have done another night"

"We make a good team Y/N" He shifted "Was being fake married to me all that bad?"

You shook your head "it wasn't awful" you admitted "I could think of worse people."

"Like Skinner?"

"Over my dead body."

"Good. Because I quite liked it as well. How about we grab dinner once this one is put to bed?"

"Sure." You smiled and the man locked eyes with you and they sparkled in a way they hadn't done before but the moment was soon broken by Scully walking through the door

"Modified eels! You have to be kidding me."

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Date Night | Tyson Jost

(gif creds to @mattymartin )

Pairing: Tyson Jost x fem!PotteryTeacher!reader

Warning(s): None?

Word Count: 3000 on the dot

Summary: Part 3 to this, cute dates, adorable humans

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"Y/N-Y/N-Y/N-Y/N-Y/N The Sabres pots just made it out of the kiln, you're going to want to see them," Shelby came running into the main room of the studio giddy and practically jumping up and down, "They turned out so good!"

You snickered, "give me one second, I'll come look at them. I think they're coming soon anyways."

"Dude- come ON!" You didn't need to turn around to know that she was probably shifting her weight back and forth and practically bouncing off the walls waiting for you to spray and wrap the plates you were refining. The second you stood up from the chair, you only saw a flash of Shelby's hair disappearing down the hallway. You followed her down to the kiln room, hitting the threshold by the time she was standing over the open kiln, eyes scattering around the inside of it. You looked into it, looking at the five masterpieces that littered the top shelf of the kiln. you stifled laughter at the odd array of clay in front of you. You left Shelby to take apart the kiln and went back to the front. The Sabres weren't supposed to be here for another hour, which gave you time to work on a few orders, organize a couple classes for this upcoming week, and contemplate how you would attempt to keep yourself together around Tyson. You started glazing a piece that needed to be shipped out this coming week when the front door opened. Your head spun around and met the eyes of Scott Balzar (The team videographer, per nhl.com), "Mr. B, I didn't think you were supposed to be here for another 45 minutes?"

He nodded his head, "I know, but we were wondering if we could film around the studio a little so the viewers get an idea of what the studio looks like and so the guys have a chance to be around what you guys do a little more, if that's okay?"

You smiled, "Of course it is, just be careful when you head back the hall, we're unloading the kiln right now, so I would avoid that end room."

"That's perfect, thank you. I'm okay to release everybody?"

"Yeah, as long as I have my little bubble to work," the grin plastered on his face scared you, it was almost like he knew something he shouldn't. Maybe you were just paranoid.

You turned your focus back to the pot that was still in your hand, listening to the bell on the door jingle. When the door shut completely and everyone was inside, the team was trying to be respectful and quiet around you. They were almost succeeding, until Tage Thompson sat in the chair on the opposite side of the table, "So, what'd you think?"

You looked up, "Of what?"

"Of Lombardo?" You felt yourself cock your eyebrow in confusion. It took longer than a second for you to connect the dots that Tyson told him about your date.

"Oh! It was nice! I got the Fazzoletti and he got whatever their Lobster pasta is and we split their little banana pie!"

Tage looked so excited, "Phew, some good choices. Overall, enjoyable?"

"It was, 10/10 would do again, why do you ask?" You had all but abandoned your glaze work, more interested in why Tage was questioning you like a trained FBI agent.

"He did not shut the hell up the entire time. From the second he walked through the door, to the time he fell asleep, you are all I heard about. I was told I'm supposed to be asking you about the Merlot?" You burst out laughing. Apparently Tyson did not hold back to tell Tage all of the details of his night.

"I didn't have too high of hopes for it, but it was good. I don't remember what it was, if that's what you're asking," Tage looked disappointed, "but I can find out and text Tyson."

As if on cue, Tyson came up behind you, "How many projects do you have going on right now?"

You looked up at him, "We have an online shop that people place orders on, so I'm constantly working on those. This one is going to a woman out in California and the plates I was working on earlier are going to Alberta."

Tyson took this as an invitation to sit down next to you, asking you about all the orders you were working on and all the other cool stuff that your job let you do. You sat there and chatted with the two of them until your alarm went off. It was supposed to tell you that it was 15 minutes before their scheduled start time, "I should start setting up for you guys."

Both men sitting at the table followed your eyes as you stood up.They turned to their own conversation as you cleaned off the table. Tyson looked at Tage in shock as you used his shoulder to lean on as you reached for a cup of water on the opposite side of the table. He felt like a giddy teenager, overthinking light touches and sweet words, trying to hold himself together in front of you. You walked to the back room and grabbed the five bowls that sat in a circle closest to the door and brought them to one of the classrooms. By the time you made it back out to the main part of the studio, all of the members of the Buffalo Sabres had congregated in a little huddle around the table you previously occupied, "Gentleman, you can come back, we're in the second room on the right."

All five of them stood up and scurried back to the hall. You popped open the door to show them where exactly you were talking about, allowing Tage to pass you first. Tyson, who passed right behind him, touched your hip lightly as he walked past- a motion that didn't go entirely unnoticed. you finished grabbing a few supplies that you weren't sure were all in the room already and stood back to let the rest of the crew in and give them space to set up.

This room was set up differently than the last one. Instead of pottery wheels, there was a long table that stretched most of the room, with cabinets along the side and a counter top at the front of the room. You watched all five of them take in the change of scenery. You stood at the end of the table and grabbed the bowls you had sitting there. You silently passed around all of their pots and let them talk and compare their pieces. When you were given the go ahead, you started class, "Welcome back to the last part of your little pottery making journey. You're almost free, I promise."

The room collectively chuckled. You got the chance to look around the room, Tyson was enamored in your words; Tage was too busy looking at Tyson ogle at you. Owen was too busy watching Jeff, who was twisting his bowl in his hands inspecting every crack and crevice of it. Dylan seemed to be looking around the entire room, looking at you every so often to make sure you knew he was listening, "today we're going to be painting our works. You have the choice between using glaze or acrylic paint, there's pros and cons to each one. If you paint it, it is only decorative, you cannot eat out of your pieces, but you can take them with you today. If you glaze it, you will have to come back after it is fired again, but it'll be food safe. I, thankfully, don't have to do too much of a tutorial on this, because you guys watched me glaze a pot out front before we came in, yeah?"

They nodded, "If you decide to glaze your pieces, you have to do at least 3 coats of whatever color you are using, and that's for each color. Most of the glaze containers should say how many layers you need for that glaze to be opaque, I would try to shoot for 2 layers of acrylic just in case. Any questions?"

The entire room shook their heads, so you showed them where all of the materials that they didn't already have out in front of them were and basically cut them loose. You helped where needed, but it seemed like they all got the hang of it pretty quickly. Owen and Tyson were the only ones who decided to glaze their pieces, so you spent most of your time sitting with them and helping. The hour went by quickly, most of the guys didn't need that much time, opting to do one color and call it a day. Owen and Tyson stayed back, Tyson having driven separately from the rest of the group (He planned to go out with you afterwards, but couldn't tell anyone else that). They had decided that they would film the two other pots after they were done with the last firing, and had decided to go home for the day. You sat in the room, just the three of you, until they were done. Owen was the first to push his bowl in front of him and announce that he didn't think there was anything else he wanted to add. Tyson offered to drive him back to his place, and asked to hang back for just a couple minutes while he finished up.

When Tyson had, very loudly, announced he was finished, Owen huffed. Both of them placed their pots together at the end of the table, which you grabbed and promised to take back to the kiln room when they left. Owen left to go use the restroom and then was going to wait out front, which left you and Tyson alone. Tyson found you leaning against the counter at the front of the room, and caged you in front of it, “Sweetheart, you’ve barely looked at me the entire time I’ve been here.”

“Did you seemingly forget that we’re barely supposed to know each other?”

Tyson kissed your forehead, “It’s okay, we’ll make it up tonight. I’m going to drop him off at his place and then come back for you, okay? You’re done in half an hour?” You looked over at the clock.

“Yeah, about a half an hour. Is that okay? You’re not going to be cutting it too close?”

“I’ll rush through it if it means I get to spend more time with you.” you blushed, “I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

You nodded, letting him lean down and kiss you sweetly, “Go take Owen home, You’re gonna have me the rest of the night, or until Tage thinks I’m harvesting your organs again.”

The laugh that he let out was heavenly, “I’ll text you, keep you updated.”

“Yeah, we’ll make that work.” he walked out with nothing more than a nod of his head.

You took their pots back to the kiln room and slipped them on the next glaze kiln that was going to go in.

The 35 minutes that it took Tyson to drop Owen off and come back went by slowly. It seemed to drag on after 15 minutes, when Tyson texted you and told him he had just dropped Owen off and was on his way back. You were the last one at work, having ushered everyone else out and that you would finish cleaning up. You were sweeping the floor when the door opened, “I’m back, did I miss anything.”

You didn’t look up from what you were doing, “nope, Steve chirped me because I wouldn’t let him help me close up.”

You finished what you were doing quickly, letting Tyson ramble about the conversation on the car ride to Owens and the cool song on the radio on the way back. You grabbed your bag and looked at Tyson from the other side of the front register, “Are you done? Can we go out now? I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

You walked around to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he talked, “yes, I am done, I am all yours.”

“Thank god,” he placed a hand at the base of your spine and pulled you into him. He pressed his lips against yours in a kiss that made you weak in the knees. You grabbed a handful of the tshirt that adorned his shoulders. When he pulled away from you, you were breathing heavily, red in the face, and staring up at him in bewilderment, “I’ve been waiting so long to do that.”

“Are you ready to go?”

“You mean to tell me I can’t just stand here and makeout with you?”

“Maybe back at my place, or yours for all I give a shit.” You took a step back out of his arms and gently motioned him towards the door. You both took a step outside and he let you lock the door. Taking a hand in his, he walked towards his car.

“I think we should make a pit stop first, real quick.” He brought your hand up to his lips to kiss the back of your palm.

“Why? What do you have planned or are you not going to tell me again?”

Tyson walked you over to the passenger side of the car, opening the door, “What’s your go-to Mcdonald’s order?”

You laughed and kissed his cheek, “Thank you.”

“You didn’t answer me,” He leaned against the door frame until you cracked and told him, “Good, welcome to our second date.”

He shut the door and you laughed. The whole way back to your apartment was full of comfortable silence and little touches that Tyson wanted to do the first time. Your hand held his on the center console and his thumb made small strokes across your knuckles. Once the Mcdonald’s bag was secured, the conversation started to pick up. Tyson talked about how difficult it was to not say anything to you during ‘class,’ you made fun of him for admitting it. You made it back to your apartment and handed Tyson the bag of food.

You collapsed on the couch, letting Tyson drop his stuff on the table by the door. He sat on the couch next to you and unpacked the bag. As you ate, you chatted about the upcoming week. The Buffalo Sabres played one pregame at home and then were set to play a road game later on in the week. You ate and talked about the pots and your schedules and how you two would navigate it. The conversation came easy, flowing consistently until the trash was thrown back in the bag. Tyson stood up from the couch, swiping the bag off the table.

“I’m envious of you,” Tyson turned around to look at you with a confused look, “you and your healthy knees that don’t crack when you stand up-”

Tyson let out a chuckle, “I think it’s the athlete.”

“I think you’re mean,” You watched him waltz to the kitchen. He kept his head held high like it was a regular routine of his. You laid down on the couch, listening to the soft thuds of Tyson’s gait, the thunk of the bag at the bottom of the garbage bin, the screech of the bar stool from the island, and the silence that followed. Tyson sat at the kitchen island and admired his surroundings. He memorized the way you decorated the walls with photos and paintings of pretty landscapes and portraits of what he could assume were Your People. He admired the bookshelf of old leather bound copies of classics and some other random books he’s never heard of with quaint clipart looking flowers on the spine. Shelves and nooks were adorned with hastily painted clay pots he assumed were from former students and photographs taped to your cabinets and fridge of smiling college girls and graying people who looked eerily like you. He doted on how every miniscule part of your apartment felt like it captured your whole heart and attention; every single part of it got your undivided attention in the decorating process.

“Tyson- '' You called from the living room, “can you take a photo of that Merlot and send it to Tage? He was asking about it earlier. I don’t wanna forget! It should be in the fridge”

Rounding the island, he pulled out his phone. Tyson opened the fridge door and scanned for the bottle. He found it half corked in the back corner of the door shelf. He grabbed the bottle by the neck, set it on the counter, snapped a photo quickly and sent it off to Tage. He hoped the no-context photo would do the trick as he pushed the half-corked bottle back to its place in the fridge, “done.”

“Thank you, I assumed he’d have your ass if I didn’t tell him what the brand was by the time you got back.” You watched Tyson walk back into the living room, phone in hand. He dropped it on the coffee table in front of the couch and took your slightly spread legs as an invitation to lay down. He rested his head on your shoulder, embedding his face in the curve of your neck; your hands, almost instinctively, found the curls at the nape of his neck. You two laid there in silence until Tyson’s breathing went faint, and soft snoring echoed from his lips. You entangled your hand in his hair, lightly scratching his back with the other. You stared up at the ceiling trying not to fangirl. It wasn’t enough to really be geeking about, but it made you wonder if there ever existed a thing as “too fast.” you were comfortable with him, and obviously the reciprocal was true. It wasn’t much, you knew that, but it was yours.

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I think there actually is a thing as too fast, but that's besides the point. She's here (albeit a year later)

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Hello! Is it possible to request with Lydia Martin? The pack was walking together in the forest, the reader has been dating Lydia for a long time. So, the Reader felt something would be wrong, and for good reason. Because the next moment, a tree falls on Lydia (or you can come up with a situation yourself). The reader pushed Lydia aside, but she did not have time to jump away and was crushed. Waking up, the Reader sees Lydia sitting next to him and watching. Since werewolves recover quickly, I think Lydia decided to thank the Reader. Thanks!

Always

Lydia Martin x GN!Reader

Summary: You will always protect Lydia, even if it puts you in danger in the process.

Warnings: Reader gets crushed with a tree, the L-word, like one innuendo, angsty-ish, fluffy otherwise.

Word Count: 1k

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In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best idea to take a walk in the forest while there was still a pack of Alphas coming after you and your friends.

When your best friend, Stiles, suggested you and your girlfriend join the rest of the group on a stroll, you immediately took him up on his offer. You were getting tired of having to be cautious about everything you do, and you needed fresh air.

Your girlfriend, Lydia, was a little nervous, but you promised that everything would be fine. If only you knew.

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Walking through the forest you close your eyes and breathe in the clean, fresh air. Next to you, Scott and Isaac are wrestling with each other while trying to walk.

Laughing at their antics, you move towards them to join in. You notice Derek grumbling, muttering under his breath, “Children.” Suddenly, you hear a loud roar that makes you shift along with the other werewolves in the group.

Looking up at the outlook your group was approaching, you see the Alphas you had been trying to avoid. Deucalion’s pack. One of the twins glares at you, jealousy radiating off of him at the sight of the arm you have around Lydia.

“Thank you for coming to such a secluded spot. Easier to kill you all without any pesky witnesses.” Deucalion states. You glare up at him before turning to look at the non-werewolves behind you.

“Lydia, Allison, Stiles, I need you guys to get as far away from here as you can. We’ll hold them off for as long as possible.” Allison and Stiles nod and start to slowly back up. Lydia hesitates before grabbing your arm, making you turn back. She pulls you into a quick kiss.

You hear a loud growl, making you turn around. Seeing the twins combine makes your eyes widen in fear. Quickly, you push Lydia towards her best friend so she can get away safely.

As soon as he sees an opening, Isaac jumps at Kali. The two of them start fighting, prompting Scott to dive for Ennis. You call out to say, “I’ve got the twins!” Derek goes for Deucalion.

Suddenly, the twins dive over your head, and start running at Lydia, Allison, and Stiles. You quickly get up and run after them, hoping to at least drag them back to give your friends and girlfriend a better chance to get away.

Just as you are about to grab the twin-wolf, it veers away, heading towards a very dead tree that looks like it will fall any day now.

A little too late, you realize what they are about to do. You put your head down and push yourself to run faster. You just barely make it to the terrified group in time. Stiles and Allison make it far enough away to be okay, but Lydia is frozen in place right in the location the tree will hit.

Jumping forward, you hear a loud crack. Just as you shove your girlfriend out of the way, the massive tree comes down onto you.

It doesn’t hurt at first, and you realize you're pinned under the tree. Suddenly, the pain hits you all at once. Black dots swim in your vision, and you hear your girlfriend calling your name. She rushes to you quickly, and you realize you can barely hear her.

You vaguely gather that the Alpha pack is retreating because of the damage Isaac inflicted on Kali, and that Scott and Isaac both help to lift the tree off of you before rushing you to the hospital and to Melissa McCall. You quickly lose consciousness in Stiles’s Jeep.

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When you regain consciousness, you try to sit up, only to get pushed back down by your very concerned and angry girlfriend.

You try to get on her good side by starting with, “Heyyyy, sweetheart-” but she shuts you down immediately.

“Don’t you dare ‘hey sweetheart me. You almost died! If you weren’t a fucking werewolf, you would be dead! You can’t fucking do that to me. I can’t lose you!” You notice she has started crying, so you pull her down into your arms.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, Lyd. I just couldn’t let you get hurt. Also, I’m okay! I heal really fast. Yes, I do feel like I have the worst hangover ever, but I guess that's what happens when Alpha twins drop a tree on you.”

Lydia tearfully laughs at that. You both snap your heads up when you hear Melissa start talking. “I don’t even want to know how you know what a hangover feels like. Anyway, because you're a werewolf, almost everything is healed by now. You do need to keep those wraps on for a few days so your ribs can heal correctly.”

You nod in agreement before asking, “Does this mean I can go home today?” Melissa nods, exasperated. “You guys need to stop looking for danger. I can’t keep releasing kids with serious injuries within hours of them checking in. I’m going to lose my job.”

You laugh before getting up with help from your girlfriend. “C’mon, we’re going to my place. We can have some fun.” Lydia winks at you before walking off, swinging her hips.

You excitedly rush after her, pulling her towards her car.

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“This is not what I thought you meant when you said ‘some fun’.” You state. You had sat down on your girlfriend’s bed, prepared for a lengthy makeout session, maybe even more, but instead your girlfriend had grabbed her computer and put on ‘The Notebook’.

Lydia just smiles at you before carefully curling into your side. You quickly relax, before muttering, “This is nice too.”

You look down at Lydia, who is already looking at you. “What? Do I have something on my face?” She just smiles at you softly before saying quietly, “No. I just… Thank you for protecting me. I didn’t say it before, and I wanted to now. And… I love you.”

You grin at her. “You love me?” She flicks you, blushing, before saying, “Yes, you doofus. I love you.”

You feel your heart fill with affection for the smaller girl. “I love you too. I love you so much, Lydia Martin.”

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