#|| you laid by her down on the floor desperate to hear her footsteps again :: petunia evans ||

[insomniadreamzz]

I am sorry

Jinx x Fem!Reader angst

Jinx accidentally shooting Reader

All you could hear was a loud bang before feeling that stinging pain in your left shoulder, yelping as your right hand immediately hold your shoulder, gritting your teeth together at the pain.

Jinx once again lost control of herself, fighting against enforcers, seeing her sister become one of them, it was all too much for her and she kept shooting around herself like crazy only stopping as she heard your yelp, eyes widen as she saw you on the floor being hurt. Everyone else died or they made their way out of here before they could get killed by her gun. She just noticed only you and her being left as she came back to reality again, rushing over to you.

„Oh no! Who shot you?“ Of course she didn’t realise it was her who shot you, her gaze wandering to the wound on your shoulder, seeing blood dripping between your fingers. „J-Jinx…it’s okay I know you didn’t do it on purpose..“ You mentioned as you laid weakly in her arms as she cradled you closer to her. „N-No…no it…can’t be. I am so sorry!“ Jinx was about to panic again but that won’t help both of you. She cupped both of your cheeks, tears running down her own cheeks. „Please don’t die! Please don’t you leave me as well…p-please I need you! I am so sorry!“ The pain in her voice was audible, your heart aching with hearing her being so heartbroken but forming words were so hard for you at this moment, feeling dizzy from the blood loss.

„I am not gonna lose you as well…“ Jinx said, picking you up into her arms as she brought you to Singed. All of this is reminding her of when Silco saved her. She knew it won’t be that bad like when she needed Silco’s help, the difference was you weren’t dead but you passed out in her arms. If she would wait more, you might die but thanks to the shimmer in her veins, Jinx was fast.

„Singed! Please! Please help me.“ Jinx begged, a totally new sight to the man, she usually wasn’t this desperate for help so he already knew something bad happened, his gaze moving to your passed out body in her arms, the blood painting your bodies which was dripping out of your wound but you were still breathing. One good sign.

„Alright I won’t ask. Put her on my table, I will see what I can do.“ He mentioned and Jinx did as he said, letting him do his job as she had to force herself to trust him.

A little time passed, Singed walked over to Jinx who was waiting for you just in another room, not wanting to see what he was doing to you so she won’t fuck up things anymore, his footsteps getting her back to reality. „She is fine. You’re lucky the bullet didn’t hit her heart. I think she will just need time to rest, the bullet is out and her wound wrapped.“ He explained, Jinx couldn’t help but cry, nails digging into her own thighs. „Fuck!…it’s all my fault she ended up hurt like this. Again I am the one who fucks up and loses important people to me!“ She yelled before rushing towards you, you were laying down, your breathing calm and you looked peaceful but Jinx’s heart was broken.

She mumbled something to the voices in her head, having an argument with them while she stayed close by your side, her hand holding yours. A little groan escaped your lips as you slowly came back to reality again, opening your eyes to see Jinx being a total mess beside you, eyes red from crying, her makeup all smudged.

„You’re alive…“ She muttered before hugging you tightly as she broke down on you. „I am so sorry!“ Jinx apologized again, you knew she truly was, gently caressing her back to try to comfort her. „Hey…it’s okay.“ You said, still a little weak, making her look up at you, seeing her cry made you feel so sad. „Jinx…it really-…“ You started but she cut you off. „No! It’s not okay. I almost killed you. Everyone near me dies! I don’t want you to die…you deserve someone better than me…I am just a ticking bomb, if you keep staying with me…I am scared you will die.“ Her whole body was shaking, you couldn’t believe what she just said. You knew a life with her is dangerous but you also didn’t want to live without her. But before you could say anything, Jinx ran away, leaving you there, making your own eyes tear up. This can’t be the end.

A few days later you recovered and Singed gave you permission to leave. Your shoulder was still stinging but that didn’t stop you from going back to Jinx’s hideout. You hoped she was there, hoping she didn’t do anything to herself, knowing her mental health was fucked.

When you arrived there, you saw a mess all around the place, she really must have freaked out the past days. You cursed under your breath, worrying even more now about her health and then you found her. She passed out on her halfway destroyed couch, her knuckles red, bleeding a little, showing you she might have punched something so hard to hurt herself. You frowned as you carefully sat down beside her, a hand slowly approaching her as you wanted to caress her and showing her you are here. „Hey…wake up I am here…“ You whisper and she woke up with a little groan, eyes widening when she saw you. „What are you doing here?? Are you real or am I seeing things again???“

You shook your head, cupping her with tears stained cheeks gently. „It is me. You think I would let you go? I must be stupid to let you go. You are everything to me. Accidents happen, I am not mad at you, nor do I want to leave you. I love you too much for that.“ You explained, making her feel all emotional again as tears ran down her cheeks, her lip quivering „H-How can you still love me…I-I did this…“ Jinx said with a shaky voice, her shaky hand moving to gently touch the bandage that covered your wound.

„Because I do. Love is stronger than anything else you know? We can get through this together. I won’t ever give up on you Jinx.“ You managed to say without breaking out into tears but Jinx did as she just got closer and kissed you, making you kiss her back.

The kiss lasted for a while before you both pulled back to breathe, you wiping her tears from her cheeks with a warm smile and finally Jinx smiled as well. „I love you so much too…you’re my dream girl and I promise you to never hurt you again…“ She said before both of you ended up kissing each other passionately.

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Red Lights (1)

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Warning: Mentions of DV, Feeling like you're being stalked, language,

Genre: Stalker, Serial Killer

Word Count: 2k

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Don't look back. Don't look back. Keep running. Run faster.

You breathe heavily as you take a sharp corner, hiding yourself against the brick wall in the dark alley. You can hear the stomping of his feet from down the street, he's looking for you. You slap your hand over your mouth, trying to silence your breathing. You watch the opening of the alley, the dim light casting small shadows over the damp pavement. You're trying not to cry as you feel like your entire stomach is going to come up and out of your throat.

The footsteps slow down, now only the shuffling of his feet is what you can hear. You watch as he steps into the light.

Your breath hitches as you hold your hand over your mouth harder.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are.” He sings, his voice is low, it's menacing.

Terrifying.

“If you think I won't find you, Y/N..” He pauses with a low chuckle. “You're sorely mistaken, my love… I always find what belongs to me.”

**

“You need a boyfriend.” Your friend, Soomi says, glancing over at you as the two of you browse through the racks of clothes.

“What I need is some new pants.” You laugh. “Not a boyfriend. I have no interest in dating again, not after Derek.” You say, shuttering at the thought of your ex boyfriend and the hell he had put you through during your short lived relationship.

“Derek was bad, yes, but not all are like that.” She says, handing you a pair of pants she had picked out for you.

“I'm sure they're not.” You smile, making your way to the change room. “But I have no interest in finding out if they are good or bad.” You finish, walking into the room, closing the curtain behind you.

“You can't let one bad experience dictate the rest of your dating life.” She sighs.

You pull open the curtain, cutting her off from what she was going to say next, glaring at her. You knew she was trying to help you, but she barely knew half of the shit you had put up with when you were with Derek, and how hard it was when you left him only weeks ago. Not to mention the fact that you were sure he was stalking you after you broke up with him. He didn't want to break up, and you'd thought he might have finally just accepted it after you blocked him on everything and moved to a different apartment but now you weren't so sure.

Your mind flashes back to a night in your old apartment, you had ordered dinner for you and Derek. You were so excited, the table looked so cute, flowers and candles, the food laid out as you waited for him to get back from work. As you heard the door unlock, your heart dropped, suddenly the rush of feeling like you somehow fucked up took over your body as he walked in the door. He loudly and aggressively took off his shoes, dropping his briefcase on the floor as he stomped towards you. You smile at him, and he shoves you against the wall, wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing tightly.

“Who the fuck is this shit for?” He snaps. You're clawing at his hands trying to peel him off of you as you desperately try to breathe.

“Y-you.” You choke out, gasping.

“Fucking whore.” He spits, releasing you to drop to the floor as he walks away, slamming the bathroom door.

You shake your head as you come back to reality. “Yeah, I know.” You sigh. “I'm just not ready yet, okay?” You half smile. She nods her head, accepting it, for now. But you knew that it wasn't the last that you'd hear about it.

A few hours later, you're laying in bed, scrolling through your phone mindlessly, not thinking about a single thing, doing whatever you want without a care in the world. It was a refreshing feeling, one that you weren't used to. When you had been with Derek, you were constantly on high alert, always tense, anxiously waiting for one of his break downs, waiting for him to snap and get mad at you for something miniscule, blowing it so out of proportion.

You shake your head at the memories, rather trying to focus on current positive things in your life. You plugged your phone in, turning on your favorite show and simply drifted off into a peaceful sleep - or what you hoped would be.

But it wasn't. You tossed and turned as your dreams became increasingly more terrifying with each turn.

Snapshots of you running down the sidewalk in the middle of the night, hiding in the alley, against the wall. Your hand covering your mouth. You can see his shadow… he's standing there, slowly walking towards where you were hiding in the dark.

“Please no.” You cry out…

Until finally, you shoot up in bed, feeling the sweat dripping from your face. Your chest throbs as you sit with your eyes closed, trying to breathe through it.

You take one more deep breath, opening your eyes, seeing the shadow of a man standing in your doorway. You close your eyes again as you let out an ear curdling scream, opening your eyes once more and seeing no one there now.

Your body shakes as you try to decide what to do. Did you call the cops? Check your apartment? You locked the door…you swore you did but now you were second guessing yourself. Did you leave a window open? Was this just a dream? Yeah that must be it, it was just a dream, maybe a figment of your imagination.

You rolled out of your bed, your legs shaking as you slowly made your way out of your room. Your fingertips hover shakily above the hallway light switch as your heart races. You can feel your face heating up as you squeeze your eyes shut, clicking the light on. You take a breath before you just barely open one eye, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Both eyes open as your heart settles down, and your anxiety slowly fades away. You shuffle through the rest of your apartment, seeing nothing out of place. Your door was locked, your windows closed. You felt safe now, safe enough to turn out all the lights once again and crawl back into your bed. Sleep came easily for the rest of the night, but the nightmares refused to fade.

**

A few days later, you're standing at the bar, grabbing four drinks to bring back to your table of friends. You walk over, setting them down in front of each girl, before taking your seat beside Soomi.

“So.” Seulgi says, clasping her hands together. “Soomi says you're refusing to go after any men ever again?” She asks, cocking her head to the side.

“Oh my god.” You laugh. “For the foreseeable future, yes I have absolutely no plans.” You say, taking a sip of your drink. The three girls stare at you, each one raising an eyebrow.

“That sounds suspicious.” Chae says, giving you a side eye as she flips her hair behind her shoulder.

“It's not suspicious.” You say. “Why is my romantic life always the topic of conversation these days?”

“Because, it's like you're living in the past with Derek. So he swore at you once or twice, that's enough to swear off all men?” Seulgi asks.

“Especially maybe one with brown hair, gorgeous eyes and the most attractive face you'd ever seen?” Soomi sings.

“Um.” You breathe. You had never told any of them the real reason you broke up with him, or the fact that you thought he was stalking you after the break up. You knew they would worry, and while you loved them for it, it would be even more relentless than the conversations about your love life. “Look at that, more drinks needed. I'll get them.” You say, standing up from your chair, and walking back to the bar. You take a seat on the stool as you wait for the bartender to be finished.

“Y/N?” You hear from behind you. You turn around, and surprisingly, you see a man that Soomi had just described.

“Yes?” You say, almost hypnotized by his looks.

“It's me.” He laughs. “Chan.”

“Okay?” You say, laughing awkwardly. You had no idea who this man was or how he knew who you were.

“Are we still on for Saturday?” He asks.

“I'm sorry…” you begin. Before you can continue, the bartender is impatiently standing in front of you waiting for you to order. You tell him what drinks you want and when you look back, Chan is gone. You pay for your drinks, bringing them back to the table. You sit down in your chair, looking at each girl.

“The weirdest thing just happened to me.” You say. “A guy just came up to me and asked if we were still on for Saturday.” You murmur.

“Oh?” Seulgi responds.

“Yeah and he knew my name.” You add, looking between each girl.

“What did you say?” Chae asks.

“I couldn't really say anything, the bartender was tapping his foot while waiting for me and when I looked back he was gone.” You explain.

“That's weird.” Seulgi murmurs, giving you an uncomfortable look.

“What did you think of him?” Soomi asks.

“Why?” You wonder.

“Just, you know, curious.” She smiles.

“He was oddly specific to someone you described earlier.” You mention.

And then it hits you.

“Oh Christ, Soomi.” You sigh. “What did you do?”

“I signed you up for a dating site!” She squeals, clapping her hands. “Chan was one of the first you matched with.”

“What about I don't want to date, do you not understand?” You ask.

“I thought maybe it would be the little push you need!” She exclaims. “You have to get back out there!”

“That's not your decision to make.” You snap. “Delete it and fucking stop. I will tell you when I'm ready!” You spit, standing up, grabbing your purse and storming out of the bar.

You walked home that night, taking your time, hoping the cool air would help you calm down. It didn't really work. You were pissed off, annoyed and hurt. She had no boundaries and didn't fucking listen. You should have to explain yourself to her why you don't want to date right now.

Your walk was quiet and uneventful. You got home and checked your phone, seeing a few missed calls and texts from the girls, but mostly from Soomi, apologizing. You decided to ignore her for the rest of the night, maybe tomorrow you'd talk to her but tonight you had no interest at all.

The next day, you were wandering around the grocery store near your house when your cart bumps into someone else's. You looked up in horror, you'd been so wrapped up in your own head tou hadn't been paying attention to where you were going.

“I'm so sorry.” You say, looking up, seeing a familiar face. “Chan.”

“Y/N.” He smiles. “No worries at all.” He finishes, pulling his cart away to move around you but for some reason you felt compelled to explain things to him.

“I didn't know!” you yell. He turns around to look at you. “About the date I mean.”

“Oh?”

“My friend signed me up for the dating site… without my knowledge.”

“Oh shit. I'm sorry.” He says. “Why would someone do that?”

“She wants me to get back out there.” You sigh.

“Well that's not her decision to decide when someone is ready.” He responds.

“That's what I said.” You giggle. “Anyways, I'm really sorry.”

“Hey, it's all good. I don't want you to feel like you're being forced.” He smiles. “But if you ever decide to change your mind… I'd love to take you out.” He says, pushing his cart away. You watch him walk away, cursing Soomi silently in your head.

“Chan, wait!” You yell out. “You know…one date couldn’t hurt… right?”

“No.” He smiles.

“One date couldn't hurt.”

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[hawkeyetrained]

Hellhounds

Dean Winchester x fem!reader (established relationship)

Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer

Warnings: blood, wounds, major character death, canon violence/gore, reader!depression

Summary: Dean's demon deal is up and she wasn't there

AN: Ok, for some reason I really like writing the sad stuff to enjoy this heart wrenching fic.

Word Count: 2,505

She doesn’t know how it happened. Not really anyway. She has no idea how she managed to lose track of time so horribly. Months ago, she and Dean Winchester had practically torn a small town apart with Bobby Singer looking for Sam after the demon that killed Mary took Sam. She had watched the life drain from Sam Winchester’s eyes after he was literally stabbed in the back. She could still hear Dean’s pleading for his baby brother if she focused hard enough.

She wasn’t with Dean when he made the deal, and she sure as hell wouldn’t have allowed him to do it if he had told her about it. Though now, with all their resources and ideas drained, she’s dumbfounded on how she managed to lose track of the days leading to his inevitable death.

A hunting friend of hers had called that morning when she was preparing to leave the motel with Dean for breakfast, the phone call being short and full of pleading for some backup just a few towns over. Dean told her to go, to help the friend that seemed to really need an extra set of hands for an hour or so. She had thought about it for a few moments before giving in and heading for the highway. But what she thought was going to be only a few hours turned into most of the day.

By late afternoon she was getting strange unfinished texts from Sam and a few calls she was unable to answer at the time. When she was finally able to really look at her phone, her blood ran cold, and she was fairly certain her heart had stopped.

Hellhounds

That’s the word that made her flat-out sprint from the woods of the small hunt she was on and turn the original forty-five-minute drive back in only twenty. By the time she made it to the location Sam had sent her, she was far too late.

Rushed and unsteady footsteps landed her just outside a room, Sam’s hands grabbing her shoulders before she could enter. “You don’t wanna go in there.” He had whispered, hands and voice shaking. Her eyes flashed up to his, lips trembling and lashes already wet with tears.

“No.” The word was barely whispered as she looked at the doorway ahead of her. “No Sam…he’s…where’s Dean?” Her feet stepped to the side an inch before Sam had pulled her back again.

“You don’t-you don’t wanna see it.” His cheeks were splotchy and red, tear streaks making him shine in the ugly florescent lights.

Her heart pounded in her chest, ribs seeming to squeeze in on her. “Let me go. Dean!” She struggled against the hold Sam had on her. He hadn’t wanted to let her see, he wanted to keep the horror of seeing Dean’s body all torn up far away from her. He didn’t want her to remember the love of her life like that, like how he remembers Jess at times. But she was a hunter, just as good as he and his brother, so she managed to get away and face the half open doors.

The room was a complete mess when she stopped by the splintered wood that was once a beautiful door. Flooring ripped up and marred with claw marks, papers and fabric torn and littering the floor. And there in the center, Dean Winchester laid. His dark blue flannel and grey shirt torn though and soaked with dark blood. His once smooth skin was shredded away in places, leaking more of the crimson color onto the floors.

Her breath caught in her throat as she slowly approached his side. “Dean?” The word came out broken and desperate for an answer. She knelt down at his side, her gentle hands holding onto his left, smoothing over the few smaller cuts he had there from trying to protect himself, or get away. “Baby?” She was almost silent with how softly she spoke. “I need you to wake up.”

Sam stood in the doorway silently watching her as tears continued to fall down his cheeks. He was half leaned against the frame, looking very much like a little boy who just lost his big brother, but also holding just enough power to be the strength and protection that he knew she was going to need while completely focused on the body of his dead brother. He knew he wasn’t going to let anything happen to her while she say with Dean’s body.

“Dean.” She was begging at this point, salty tears falling from her eyes as she stared into the lifeless green ones that he had fallen so hard for. “Please, I…I can’t do this with-without you.” The sobs caused her words to break, her sentences slipping into snippets as she tried to breathe through the pain in her chest. Why did she have to leave earlier? Would Dean still be alive if she hadn’t gone to help? Was this all her fault? “Dean!” She was starting to panic. The questions swirled in her head as she shook him. “Please! I need you!”

Sam stepped in at that point. He fell to his knees beside her and pulled her into his chest. She let him hold her and the two of them let out the most heat wrenching sounds that would have brought anyone else to tears. She had kept her hands held tightly to Dean’s as she allowed Sam to wrap his arms around her shoulders as they cried.

Dean Winchester was gone.

_____

The following months all blurred together. After the two of them had managed to pull themselves together, if even just for a few moments, Bobby had come down and helped them with a hunters funeral for Dean. He wrapped Dean in a soft white sheet while Sam built the platform. She had barely managed to drag herself outside, needing the support from Bobby to even be able to stand and watch as the flames ate away at Dean in the center.

She had taken the time to slip the ring from his hand and the bracelet from his wrist before Sam lit the fire, both now adorning her wrist and sitting on a chain around her neck as she did her best to carry on for the day.

Heartbroken, she had gone back with Bobby to his house, but she was barely able to breathe without Dean in her life, let alone go on living hers. She spent her days up in the room Bobby was kind enough to give her, laid in bed with a shirt of Dean’s wrapped around her. Her eyes barely left the blank wall above her bed.

Bobby did his best to keep her eating and drinking, but he could only do so much for the heartbroken girl in his spare room. He was struggling too. Sam barely called to check in, rarely even asking about the girl his brother was so in love with. Bobby had felt like he had lost a son himself, but he coped by throwing himself into his work, trying to help as many other hunters as he could.

_____

Four months. That’s when the knock sounded on the front door.

She barely reacted to it, only managing to turn from the wall behind her bed to face the door of her room, and that was only in case Bobby called for help. Muffled conversations floated up the stairwell from the front door, most of it sounding like it was coming from Bobby, that he was demanding something of the visitor. Then it went quiet for a moment and that’s when the steps started coming up the stairs.

She gripped onto the knife that had barely left her side since she had gotten to Bobby’s place. The smooth worn wood grip slightly comforting at the thought of a threat making its way past the Singer man downstairs. Just as the door to her room was creaking open, Bobby himself poked his head in with a soft knock. “Think you can come downstairs for a moment?”

She relaxed the grip she had on her knife. “Why?” Her voice was scratchy from lack of use over the last few months.

“There’s someone here for you.” Bobby encouraged, his feet bringing him to the edge of her bed. “Come on.” He was demanding but trying to give her the time she needed to convince herself to get up. He understood what it felt like to lose the person she loved the most and that it was some of the worst pain imaginable, but he knew he had just the visitor she needed waiting downstairs in his living room. “For me?” He held his hand out to help her stand from the bed.

She stared at his hand for a moment. She really didn’t feel like seeing anyone, even if Bobby did think they would help her at all, though she highly doubted it. A deep sigh left her nose as she placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her into a seated position. “Ok.” Her answer sounded defeated, like she knew that no matter who was down there to cheer her up, it wasn’t going to be the one person she actually wanted to see.

Bobby turned and clomped his way back down the stairs as she worked on getting herself up from the bed she had spent the majority of the last few months in. Her eyes caught her reflection as she neared the door. Wild hair from laying down, slightly puffy eyes from constantly crying herself to sleep, dark circles staining the skin around her eyes from the lack of sleep and nightmare combination. She was barely dressed in black leggings and a flannel of Dean’s buttoned up, so she took just a few seconds to run her fingers through her hair to tame it a little.

The voices slowly flooded up the stairs again as she approached the top step. One was Bobby, asking a few simple questions of the surprise visitor, but it was the other voice that nearly sent her falling down the stairs.

It couldn’t be. Her mind had to be playing a sick joke on her. She knew that other voice. It was one of her favorites to listen to. It was a voice she hadn’t heard in four months now. Four months because the owner of the voice was dead. She had seen him for herself. Skin shredded with claw marks, blood pooling on the hard wood floor, bright green eyes devoid of the light of life. Dean was talking to Bobby.

“Bobby?” She rushed down the stairs, hands searching for any weapon she could find as she hit the bottom step, opting to pick up a silver blade the size of her forearm as she approached the man who had housed her all this time. “Get away from him!” She shouted, shoving herself between Bobby and the imposter. “Back up!”

He looked so much like Dean. Same bright eyes she loved, same smooth skin and freckles covering his face. He even sounded like him when he spoke to her.

“Sweetheart, it’s me.” Dean held his hands up, trying to show that he wasn’t going to hurt her. He understood where she was coming from. Years of hunting trained them not to trust anyone or anything that came into their lives, hell, Bobby had run all the tests on him just a few moments ago when he first showed up. “I promise you. It’s really me.”

The blade shook in her hands as her emotions betrayed her. “I don’t believe you! Dean died four months ago.” Her eyes filled with tears that leaked over onto her cheeks, red with fear and confusion. “What are you?”

“Ask Bobby. Sweetheart it’s me, I’m back.” Dean kept his hands out and allowed her the time to glance over him. His hand held a dish rag, soaking up a little blood from the silver knife. His shirt was stained with water drops, what she’s assuming was holy water Bobby had thrown at him. She was frantically looking for any signs that he would be a monster, any burning or marks on his skin, but she found nothing.

A hand rested on her shoulder as she shook. “It’s really him honey.” Bobby mumbled so she didn’t jump. “It’s really Dean.” His other hand came around to wrap around the handle of the blade she still held, gently taking it just as a loud sob wracked her body.

Dean swooped forward just then, gently bringing her to his chest and kneeling them to the ground. “I gotcha sweetheart.” He whispered words into her ear as she sobbed into his chest. Tears soaked into the fabric of his shirt, his hands never leaving her as he did his best to soothe her. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She held on tightly to Dean, hands finding the hot skin of his back from being in the afternoon sun, nose pressed tightly to his neck as she tried to even out her breathing and focus on the man holding her. Dean was back, he was holding her and speaking to her.

“You-you were dead. I-I saw you all-all torn up.” She pulled back just enough to really look into his eyes for the first time in what felt like forever. “I was-wasn’t there.” She hiccupped.

“I’m here now.” His hand brushed the hair from her face gently. “You didn’t need to see it happen.”

“But I-“ Dean cut her off before she could spiral and blame herself even more.

“Stop.” He hushed her, resting his head against hers. “Just be here with me.”

She nodded, closing her eyes and focusing on the feel of his hands on her, his head against hers, the soft sway of his body as he did all he could to calm her. He was savoring the feeling of her being back in his arms, of smell of her fading shampoo from the last time she managed to crawl from her bed and take care of herself. Bobby had given him quick notes on how horribly she had been handling his absence, so he was doing all he could to convince her that he was actually there with her again.

When her breathing had finally steadied, she opened her eyes to find his bright green ones already staring back at her. “You’re here?” She asked.

“I’m here.” He nodded. With one hand gently holding her head, he pulled her into the most loving kiss he could, trying to relay all the pain he knew they had both felt over time apart. She still had tears falling from her eyes as she kissed Dean, this time the tears for the overwhelming happiness and relief she felt flooding her veins at the thought of finally having him back with her.

She’s sure that when the hellhound came to drag Dean’s soul to hell, it took a part of her’s alone with his.

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[swoomoo]

I wanted to write about Amare coming to terms when she was still in her first week of the embrace. Her feelings on having to kill to survive and the toll it takes on her spirit.

Awake

A deep distorted rumbling sound echoed loudly in the distance. Every other sense was gone. Darkness was everywhere and the air had no scent on it. There was no sense of direction. Up, down, it didn’t matter. Right now there was nothing. No. There was something. That noise was something. This wasn’t a void. Following a noise when you cannot feel, when you cannot breath, when you cannot see, is not too difficult when that is all that is there. Searching, the rumbling becomes louder, now slightly less distorted. It isn’t a perfect noise. It is organic. The air had a scent on it now. It was sweet. It lingered in the nose like a thick sugary syrup. This was better than whatever emptiness was behind. At least this was something. Approach further, then further. This sound was clearer now. It was a growl. A deep rumble emanated from something. Something. The deep rumble was actually coming from within. This was different from the growl. In the pits of the stomach a rumble. Feeling was found again. Hearing, smelling, feeling. Now sight… sight was still needed. The growling was becoming clearer and clearer. Finally it was there and with it sight came back.

Amare opened her eyes. Her fangs were pressed against her lips. She leaned up and saw an unfamiliar place. Complete darkness surrounded her in this room. She stood up for a moment, following the wall around the room. Her fingers finally felt a skip in the wall. A door. She felt for the handle and twisted it. The door started to creak open. Still there was no light. Desperate to find her way out, she continued to follow along the way. Where the hell am I? Where is Remi? Her mind focused on trying to make sense of the past several days. Am I really dead? How long have I been stuck down here? None of it made sense at that moment. While lost in thought she stopped focusing on tracing the wall carefully and slipped on the wet floor. She fell directly onto her back. Her head slammed into the ground, learning quickly it was concrete. The walls felt unfinished too. Knowing this she was able to determine that she was in the basement of an old building.

She reached her hand round to feel the ground and felt the thick substance she had slipped on. It definitely wasn’t water. That fall should have concussed me. She held the liquid up and smelled it. Immediately she felt a pain in her stomach. She clenched at it. A familiar feeling resonated in her. A dense vibration traveled up from her stomach and into her throat. She let out an exhale that sounded like her lungs were congested. This made her realize she hadn’t been breathing at all. This throaty breath put her on edge. She started to crawl around the floor now following this sweet smelling liquid. It went on for several meters before just stopping. Nothing else was around. There were no walls close by. She was just sitting in the middle of a dark open room. Time continued to push forward. She lost track of it after just a few minutes. Cutting the silence she heard the quiet thumping of footsteps approaching from above. There was someone walking above her.

A door pulled open and a light shined into the room. Amare leaped towards the still unlit spaces of the room, trying desperately not to be seen. The shadows draped over her like a thick blanket. She laid there quietly watching the light enter. The silhouette of someone was standing in the frame. They entered the room. As they approached, Amare could see they were being led by someone, nearly even dragged in. They had a sack on their head and were dragged into the middle of the room.Their hands were bound by a chain hanging from the ceiling. The sack was removed from the man now revealing his face. The door shut, but now a single dim light turned on above the bound man as if signaling them to be known.

Several minutes went by and Amare just sat there and watched. Something within her was urging her to get closer. There was a smell in the air, something a bit different from earlier. It was similar, but was layered with another fragrance that could only be described in the moment as appetizing. As this scented air reached her undead lungs she felt a brief moment of fear, as if she had just consumed the emotions that were permeating from this man. She couldn’t push back the urge any longer so she approached the man. His eyes were wide open as he watched around the dark room.

Amare pierced through the darkness and stepped foot into the dim light. The man was now staring intently as well as he could through his swollen eyes. “Stop. Stop. Please just” his voice started to trail off. Amare spoke up still several feet away, “It’s okay I’m not with them, I am stuck down here too. What’s your name?” the man continued to stare at her as if ready to continue begging. He took several delayed breaths and said, “It’s Will, I don’t know why they wanted me. I’ve done nothing to anyone. I was just coming home from work.”  Tears were running down his red face. It was clear to Amare he was in a lot of pain. “My name is Amare, I uhhh I don’t know where we are or why they got me either. I’m sorry they did this to you.” A brief pause, then Amare continued, “Do you want me to get you out of those bindings? Your wrists are swollen.” Her eyes gestured up to his hands. “Yes, I just, I want to leave. Please help me.” 

Amare approached the man further, “Of course just stay still”. She was now standing over the man, she noticed however he had a huge wound behind his right ear. There was a stream of blood flowing from it. Amare felt her throat tense up. It was as if sandpaper was being pulled against it. It was urging her to it. She needed this. She wanted this. Something inside of her was going to make her take this. Her eyes narrowed on the blood. A huge splash of warm syrupy blood was rushing into her mouth. She realized her fangs were gripped into his neck pulling against it as a dog does when they try to pull meat from a bone. She couldn’t get this blood fast enough. A loud crash echoed as the chains were broken and the body was hitting the floor. She pulled him down and continued to tear into his body. She wanted to stop. She couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop. She didn’t stop.

She pulled back and faced up towards the ceiling. She was on her knees, trying to gasp for air that wasn’t coming. It was as if she had just breached the surface after being submerged to the point of death. She sat there for a minute. She felt so fucking good. She couldn’t piece together her own thoughts. What just happened? She looked down to see herself clothed in viscera. This wasn’t a man anymore. Just disgusting meat at this point. Her muscles started to tense and she started shaking. She tried to scream but only little pathetic gasps came out. She felt tears running down her face. She tried to wipe them but it made her vision blurry. This was blood. What is wrong with me? What happened here? This, this, this, this, no. I didn’t. 

She was in shock. Trying to piece together what happened. Who butchered this man? This couldn’t have been her. This was disgusting. She continued to look in horror at his corpse, she couldn’t help it. This was unreal. Remi, that night, it was real. Her heart felt like it started to sink as she came to the realization that it happened, Remi happened, that night happened. Worst of all? She knew she wanted to keep licking that corpse.

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Glimmer of Hope - Sebastian Sallow

Word Count - 1.1k

Themes - Angst & Fluff - Anne isn't cursed, Solomon is still alive.

Warnings - Mention of sexual assault (Please don't read if this will make you uncomfortable)

Requested! (Multiple requests merged together)

The chill of the night time air whipped through the holes in your cloak, twigs snapping under your feet as you sprinted away from the castle. You could hear the yells of Rookwood’s men behind you, chasing after you as you ran down the coastal path towards Feldcroft. You could feel your heart almost beating out of your chest, you were running for your life, as fast as your legs could carry you.

You spotted the lights of Feldcroft in the distance, a glimmering beam of hope. You could feel yourself beginning to get tired, it felt like you’d been running for hours, your legs burning and chest heaving. You knew you couldn’t stop tough, hearing the footsteps behind you edging closer.

You finally reached the Feldcroft boarder, leaping over the wall and into a resident’s garden. Your legs gave out from under you, sending you crashing into a flower bed and rolling until you hit the wall of a house. Trying desperately to push yourself up, you used the wall for leverage, locking eyes with the men stood in front of you as they raised their wands.

“And where do you think you’re going? We weren’t finished with you.” One of the men called out menacingly, taking a step towards you. You glared daggers at them, promising yourself that you wouldn’t let them capture you again. You took a deep breath, drawing your wand from your pocket. There were four of them, too many for you to handle on your own in your current state. You had been injured badly in your fight with Rookwood and your body was screaming at you to stop and rest.

“Bombarda!” You yelled, sparks shooting from the end of your wand, sending two of the men flying into the stone wall from the impact. The other two men remained in front of you, sinister smirks on full display.

“Crucio!” One of the remaining me yelled. As the spell hit, you felt intense pain radiating throughout your body, your limbs felt weak as you crumpled to the floor. A scream left your lips, echoing into the darkness and your vision began to blur. All you could see was the flashing of sparks from spells being cast, but the direction had changed. It seemed that the two men were fighting someone else. As your vision faded to black, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“It will be alright (Y/N). You’re safe now.”

You felt a warmth on your skin as your eyes fluttered open, sunlight pouring through the window next to the bed that you were laid on. Your body ached harshly, protesting every movement that you made as you pushed yourself into a sitting position. You let out a small groan as your muscles spasmed under your movements.

From the other side of the wall you heard the sound of a chair scraping and footsteps approaching you. You shuffled back into the corner of the bed, closest to the wall, holding your breath for whoever might appear.

Relief flooded through your body at the sight of a familiar face. Anne.

You couldn’t hold back the tears that welled in your eyes, you truly were safe. A sob escaped your lips as Anne moved closer to you, concern flickered across her face. She reached her arms out to you, embracing you in a tight hug as sobs wracked your body.

“I’ve contacted Sebastian (Y/N), he’s on his way.” She tried to sooth you, gently rubbing your back as you cried into her shoulder. You stayed in her embrace for a while, taking comfort in being with your friend, being safe from harm. Eventually, your tears dried up, you sniffed softly and pulled away from the hug, rubbing your eyes gently. Anne smiled at you softly before standing up from the bed, beckoning you to follow her.

You gently edged your way over to the side of the bed, touching your feet to the floor. As you pushed yourself up, everything ached. You let out another small groan but continued, eventually making your way out of the bedroom and over to the table. You sat down gently, assessing your surroundings, you were in Sebastian’s home. Feeling your eyes sting again you tried to quell the thoughts of what had happened the night before, it sent a shiver down your spine.

You were jolted out of your thoughts by the front door slamming open, a dishevelled Sebastian stood in the doorway. You locked eyes with him as he raced towards you, embracing you in a tight hug as soon as he reached you. You winced slightly from the force of his hug, pain radiating through your ribs.

“I came as soon as I got Anne’s message. Are you ok?” Sebastian asked in a worried voice, you nodded softly even though you knew he’d see through your lie. You didn’t want to discuss what had happened yet, not with Anne here. Sebastian’s brows furrowed.

“Anne, would you be able to give us a moment please?” Sebastian asked softly. Anne nodded, quickly disappearing through the front door and closing it behind her. Sebastian cupped your cheek and gave you a small kiss on the lips before gently resting his forehead on yours.

“I-I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” You croaked out, tears beginning to well in your eyes. Sebastian sighed softly.

“What happened?” He asked gently, pulling back from you and taking a seat at the table before lacing his fingers with yours and giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“They.” You started, feeling a lump well in your throat. A tear escaped down your cheek. “They tried to touch me.”

You felt Sebastian’s grip tighten on your hand, as if he was trying to control the emotions that were bubbling up inside of him.

“Who?” He asked, his tone had changed into one that was seething with anger.

“Rookwood and his men.” You replied softly, tears flowing freely now at the memory. They’d threatened you repeatedly, telling you exactly what they wanted to do to you and how much they wanted to hurt you.

“Did they touch you?” Sebastian asked, his voice unnervingly cold. You shook your head, you’d managed to escape before they’d had the chance, but you had no doubt about what they would have done if given the chance. Sebastian breathed a sigh.

“I’ll kill them all.” His tone remained unchanged, cold and unnerving. You felt more tears escape, you didn’t want to lose Sebastian and the thought of him going to Azkaban for you was unfathomable.

“No. Please just stay here. Please don’t leave me.” You spoke in a whisper, trying to pull him closer. He dropped you hand and leaned forward in his chair, embracing you in another tight hug. You didn’t want him to let go.

Sebastian sighed again, relaxing into the hug. He’d made a promise to himself at the start of the year that he’d keep you safe, but he’d failed. He would never let that happen again, regardless of the cost.

[reapers-lover]

See You Again~

Warren Worthington iii x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, yelling, mentions of death and murder but really fluffy at the end.

"What happens when Peter plays a horrible joke on y/n that leaves her sobbing for hours?"

Today was the day Warren was coming back and you couldn't be happier. It had been about 2 weeks since he left to go on a mission with some of the others and you have been counting down the days till he came back.

After an hour or so of waiting the jet had just arrived so you went down to greet them. However when you got there you couldn't see Warren anywhere.

"Peter! Peter, wait!" You yelled. 

He stopped and turned around to look at you. You rarely talked to anyone but Warren, not many people liked you much and Peter was not one who I did either.

"What do you want?" He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Where is Warren? He came with you guys and I don't see him anywhere." You asked, ignoring his annoyed reactions.

"Oh yeah about that, I'm sorry I have to be the one to tell you this but Warren died."

Your heart sunk to the floor. Dead. Warren, your Warren died. This was his first mission with them and he died. He's gone.

"Sorry again y/n" Peter patted your back then left.

You ran back to your room holding back tears the whole way. As soon as you burst through the door you collapsed onto the ground crying.

He's gone. He's completely gone and he's never coming back. You felt like you couldn't breath like your own sorrow was suffocating you.

Somehow you made it to your bedroom to which you proceeded to sob into your pillow. Your cries were frequent and desperate to be held in his arms again. How could this be? Your Warren is gone.

You cried for what felt like hours but was truly only one when you heard the door outside of your room open. Which was followed by footsteps toward your room then the door opening to reveal a very confused Warren.

You looked up and saw him and nearly screamed. You ran and practically jumped into his arms. Sobbing even harder than before.

" Y/n, darling, what's wrong? What happened baby?" He asked clearly confused as to why you were so upset. He tried to pull away to look at you but you only buried your head deeper into his chest.

He realized he wasn't going to get an answer for a little while so he picked you up and walked over to the bed. He laid down and pulled you tighter into his chest. He sighed lightly and kissed the top of your head.

About 20 minutes later you had calmed down a lot more so he sprung up the question again.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He put his fingers under your chin and lifted it so he could look at you.

You sniffed. "When I went down to go find you after the plane arrived I couldn't see you anywhere. So I a-asked Peter where you were. And he s-said that you d-died." You sobbed into his chest.

Warren gritted his teeth as anger flooded through him. But he kept himself calm enough to comfort you.

"Darling I'm so sorry I wasn't there. They made me stay behind and clean up the jet because my feathers got all over the place. God you didn't deserve that. But I promise I'm right here and I promise not to leave you ok? He was just being an asshole." He said to which you nodded

He sighed again and rested his head on top of yours. "Soon enough we will leave here and go and live someplace better. Where it's just us and no one who would cause us pain. We will go live somewhere where it's more accepted to basically be a bird. He joked, to which you giggled. "Ahh that's what I like to hear darling, please don't cry I promise everything's ok." You nodded and mumbled a quick 'ok'. 

"How about we go pick up some food to eat and bring it back here so we can spend some time alone?" 

"Ok" you mumbled once again.

"You get to choose what we get darling." He said

"Fish and chips."

He laughed "could have guessed. Let me get my jacket and shoes on and then we will go alright?" He asked as he got up from the bed.

"Ok." You replied as you also left the bed. You grabbed your shoes and put them on and when Warren came back he had an extra jacket in his hands.

"Here use this one, I know you like it." He laughed, handing you one of his jackets. You smiled, it was your favorite of his. You put it on then you both walked out the door.

He held you close as you walked down the halls together but as you both got down the stairs and rounded the corner you stopped. Warren's crew were all sitting around a table laughing and joking loudly.

"Yeah dude her face when I told her was hilarious." Peter laughed

"Dammit I wish I could have seen it." Scott whined

Anger filled Warren. He dropped his arm from your shoulder and he stormed over to the table. He grabbed Peter by the color and pushed him back against his chair. 

"Don't you every fucking talk to Y/n again. Do you know how it fucking feels to be told that someone you care about is dead? How would you feel if I did that to you? Do you have any idea how much pain you fucking caused her?" Warren shouted

"Chill out man, it was just a joke nothing serious. " Peter said, rolling his eyes and chuckling. Warren slammed him against his chair again. Peter wheezed from the impact.

"Nothing serious? NOTHING SERIOUS?! That was not a fucking joke asshole! How fucking dare you hurt her! She has been nothing but nice to the lot of you. And yet you all treat her like shit and I'm not having it anymore! She deserves the fucking world and does no need anymore fucking pain in her life! If I found out one you play another joke like that on her I will kill you with my barefucking hands! Do you hear me?!" Warren shouted to which no one responded. "I SAID DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?!" He yelled. They all nodded trying their hardest to avoid eye contact with him.

"Good." He said letting go of Peter's shirt. "I quit. We will both be leaving as soon as we find a new place but for now leave us the fuck alone. Come on y/n, let's go." He said. To which you followed. He once again draped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you even tighter into his side as you walked away.

"Thank you Warren." You mumbled.

"Oh course darling. I love you." He planted a kiss on the side of your head.

"I love you too."

He smiled. "How about we go get our fish and chips now?"

…

Once you both got your food you walked back to your room and sat down to start eating. Dinner was quiet but not uncomfortable. You were so relieved that Warren was okay that it didn't matter if you were in conversation or not. You were just happy he was there. 

After you finished dinner and cleaned up Warren invited you to take a bath with him to help you both relax. You agreed and followed him into the bathroom.

While he fixed the bath you stripped yourself of your clothes then started lighting some candles so you didn't have to keep the fluorescent bathroom light on. Warren started taking his clothes off and by the time he was done the bath was full and all the candles were lit.

Warren slid into the bath and you quickly followed suit. Once you sat down you sighed and leaned your head back onto Warren's chest. You didn't take baths together often because of Warren wings. Which was also why the bathtub had been put basically in the middle of the bathroom. But when you did you both enjoyed them greatly. 

You helped wash each other. Then when you were done you both carefully got out, dried off and got ready for bed. Warren carefully scooped you up into his arms, carried you to the bedroom and lightly set you down on your shared bed. He quickly slid in next to you and pulled you into his chest.

"I love you y/n so much. I promise not to leave you." He brought your chin up and kissed your lips softly.

You smiled "I love you too Warren, more than anything in the world."

He hummed then brought you back to his chest as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. Before you knew it you had quickly fallen asleep to the steady heartbeat of the man you loved most.

Wordcount: 1,480

A/n: thank you if you got this far. I hop yall like the slight bit of content lol. And sorry if you don't like fish and chips. I absolutely adore it. Definitely my favorite food ever so I just went with that lol. Have a lovely rest of your day!<3

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

In the End It Doesn't Even Matter (I Had To Fall to Lose It All)

Thank you for the lovely prompt @flashfictionfridayofficial ! Here's the current/potential final chapter I have for my sleeping beauty retelling, I hope you all brought tissues and a pillow to scream into cuz this one's a doozy >:333 AND ITS A WHOLE 2000 whopping words >:333. Also potential as in, these plot beats are not going to change, but I may change how it happens or how I write it in editing.

To all my followers who are Raven/Sapphire fans: Oh you poor, sweet summer child. This is a Sleeping Beauty retelling, how did you think this was going to end?!

Wordcount: 1030 (there's A LOT more of this, closer to 2000 words- but i had to cut it down to size for this specific post. I will most likely post a full version later just cuz)

Warnings: ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. I did not pull my punches with the angst in this one folks. main character death (kinda, it's not technically death but it's pretty close), really creepy with lots of horror elements, lots of panic and fear, Raven sad boi hours, the only editing I did was grammar really

Fractured Stars Falling, Book 6: Sleeping Beauty's Bodyguard - Draft 0 - Plot/Character Exploration, POTENTIAL ENDING

Then she looked down at her hand, at the red dot of blood blooming on her fingertip.

Her eyes started to roll back and she would’ve crumpled to the floor if Raven hadn’t dropped his sword and caught her first. She was still breathing and he could feel a heartbeat, but she was sound asleep and completely limp in his arms as her eyes closed.

The witch, who Raven finally recognized as the Witch Queen, cackled. “Good luck breaking the sleeping curse. It’s a sleep like death, and an unbreakable one at that.” Then with a giggle of glee, she waved her hands and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Hesitantly, Raven cradled her head with one hand and rubbed the knuckles on one of her hands with the other. “Sapph’?” His voice came out barely louder than a whisper. “Wake up, come on… Please…” He shook her, but she didn’t stir in the slightest.

There was maybe one time when Raven had felt so helpless in his life, and that was when he was a small boy and was being picked on by a bunch of bigger kids.

That was nothing compared to the overwhelming dread and helplessness that filled him now. It was so suffocating he was drowning in it.

A sleep like death, the witch had called it. Raven was beginning to understand now, much to his dismay.

She was still alive, technically, as she was still breathing and her heartbeat could still be felt. 

But she was never going to wake up.

It was almost worse than if her death had looked more like death- at least then it wouldn’t mock him with the feel of her heartbeat and movement of her breathing that amounted to nothing.

Getting desperate, he shook her again. “Sapphire, please, you can’t do this to me… you have to wake up, please, please-” His voice cracked at the last word as his hands started to shake.

She didn’t stir or make a noise at all.

Down the stairs, he could hear people shouting and looking for the princess. Someone mentioned that they saw the traitor- him- take her up the stairs, and the voices got louder, joined by footsteps racing up the staircase behind him.

“I’m so sorry,” He whispered to Sapphire, and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I’m gonna fix this, I’m gonna fix this I swear.”

Then he gently laid her down on the floor, and made his escape through the open window.

~~~

Four days. That was how long he waited.

Raven managed to slip under the radar at the castle, hiding in plain sight with the help of his brothers Harry and Arthur. After Sapphire had been found, Queen Constance was livid and convinced that Raven had been the one to put her under whatever spell was keeping her asleep and unwakeable. 

While the Queen and her soldiers searched high and low for him, Sapphire was laid down in the most defensible room of the castle.

At night, his brothers volunteered to guard the room, and would let Raven in once everyone was asleep, and cover for him should anyone be up at those hours. 

The servants had cleaned her up nicely, she was in a new dress, this one dark green again. Her hair had also been washed and brushed, now weaved into an intricate braid. A few flowers were tucked under her hands, which were folded gracefully on her chest.

For four nights, Raven sat next to the bed, hoping and praying for her to wake up- no matter how futile it was and that the curse was unbreakable. He gently adjusted her pillows and blankets to make her more comfortable, braided her hair, held her hand and gently kissed it, and talked to her. He talked about everything- mostly about how sorry he was, what was going on in the castle, and all of his questions and promises on how he was going to fix this.

He started sneaking into the library, scouring through every book he could find on magic. He narrowed his search to curses and magic related to sleeping- but didn’t come up with anything helpful.

So he broadened his search to all magic, for anything.

One night when he couldn’t stand sitting next to her bed and praying for her to wake, he slipped into the library again.

He dug into the section of magic books on dark magic (there were too few), and found something, a spell.

It wasn’t much, a long shot at best- but it was the only thing he had. Raven picked out all the pages in the book related to that spell, and carefully tore them out. He found a detailed map of Eltya as well in the topography section.

With the help of his brothers, he found and prepared a small wagon. Indigo, being stronger than Dante, would pull the wagon. Raven would ride Dante for mobility.

Harry helped him sketch out the best route on the map. When he asked Raven what his plan was exactly, he didn’t have the heart to say.

Then, in the dead of night, they made final preparations for Raven’s quest. Making sure no one was anywhere near her room, Raven gently wrapped her up in blankets. Once he had the all clear from Harry, Raven carried her out, cradled in his arms, her head resting on his chest.

Just outside the stables the wagon, Indigo, and Little Stripe were waiting for him. Harry was packing his saddle bags and securing them to Dante, while Arthur kept watch.

He laid her down in the carefully arranged pile of blankets and pillows, tucking a few more around her. Raven brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, imagining that she was awake and smiling at him with those deep, dark blue eyes- eyes he was terrified that he’d never get to see again.

Something hot and wet trickled down his cheek. Raven quickly wiped it away, steeling his nerves. He clutched the small leather bound journal in his hand that contained the map and the pages from the books.

The spell was going to work.

It had to.

~

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Wizard Petunia Evans Verse (because I’ve told a lot of peeps about this and I need it to be an actual thing)

Petunia Evans, older sister to Lily Evans, received her letter a year before her sister. They already knew Lily was magic, but Petunia hadn’t experienced the wonderful little powers her sister seemed to (though she did seem to have an incredible amount of luck and her hair remained the length she wanted at all times, which was nice as she had bangs as a child).

On arriving at Hogwarts, Petunia is sorted into Ravenclaw though if she had been pureblood, she most certainly would have been a Slytherin. Once with a wand, she began to excel, notably in transfiguration, and she has always had a deep interest in the history of magic. She finds wizards like Gellert Grindelwald exceptionally interesting to read about, though she doesn’t agree with him-- just enjoys the history. When Lily attends, Petunia spends a good amount of time with her, though they both do have their own group of friends and, until being named, are not usually seen as sisters as they look quite different from one another. 

After completing her education, Petunia takes a job at Flourish and Blotts as the war begins, though as her sister begins to work with the Order, things become more difficult. In order to maintain her own safety, Petunia keeps a distance from the Order, but owls her sister constantly to check in and provide any information she can. However being a muggle born is still dangerous and to help her (this is where my thoughts on this branch into two possibilities).

A: During an attack, Petunia offers herself up to one of the Death Eaters in exchange for her life. After reading on genocides through the last semester, this isn’t an uncommon practice. She doesn’t see him afterwards and conceives Dudley due to it.

Or my personal preference-- B:  Petunia starts to form a relationship with a person she knows to bare the mark without revealing her bloodstatus or else claiming to be a halfblood (the shop keep has told her to use a different last name or Lily’s maiden name isn’t well known as she is now a Potter idk, still a few kinks, I’m working on it). This leads to a bit of a messy but loving relationship, and Petunia conceives Dudley. Through this relationship, she is also able to drop little hints of whatever she hears to her sister, though doesn’t ever reveal that she has feelings for said Death Eater. 

After her sister’s death, however, Petunia leaves with Dudley and quickly retrieves Harry before going into hiding, leaving no trace behind-- though a select few such as Albus Dumbledore are aware of her movements. In Surrey, she quickly finds a man by the name of Vernon Dursley who lives alone in a nice home, Number Four Privet Drive. She quickly goes to work: altering his memory to make him believe she is his wife, that Dudley is his son, and (because Harry looks nothing like her) that Harry is his nephew whose parents died in a car crash. Vernon is about the most insufferable man she has ever met... and he’s perfect to disguise her. 

Playing the part, though, is difficult as is being without magic and claiming to be a muggle. It’s especially hard when the real Vernon starts coming out, when Harry’s magic starts showing and she has to tell Vernon something eventually, though she is able to defend Harry in little ways (like an enlargement charm on the cupboard). Really Petunia tries to keep everything in order, tries to keep Vernon and Dudley (who might be a squib??) and Harry well enough. She’s terrified when the Hogwarts letter comes, though, because she’s done so well to keep her family hidden and she doesn’t want to lose any more of it, especially not what she has left of her sister.

She has Vernon go to all sorts of lengths to stop it. And she knows when Hagrid comes, he’s disappointed in her for keeping all of it from her nephew, but he doesn’t give her away. Maybe because he sees that she’s trying to do as she sees best and maybe because right now Petunia Dursley is a necessary disguise... And she keeps it up.

She keeps it up until Harry’s seventh year. Or what was to be his seventh year. Petunia isn’t going to lose anymore family. She leaves Dudley (and Vernon) with the protection and leaves to find out where the resistance is. She finds the Weasley’s which takes a good bit of explanation but Tunia’s got her wand and that’s proof enough she is a witch and the rest... well that will be dealt with later. She’s able to sneak around rather well because she hasn’t been seen in years (and honestly most of her still living classmates thought she had died, no one talks to Harry Potter and asks his aunts first name, and those who did know had enough sense to keep quiet).

In the end, Petunia is at the Battle of Hogwarts, which again... a lot of questions. I’ll explain later, I promise. And the potential there omfg. Because Petunia would see Harry, the last piece of her sister she wanted so badly to protect, faking dead. And I mean... she might see someone else too... (see B).

[jawabear]

Could you write gaz's first reaction to reader wearing lingerie for him? Would he like it?

Welcome Home

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Not my GIF

A/N: This is quite short and kind of jumps a lot. But i hope you like it! there's not much about fro Gaz so it's hard to get inspo but i love the idea you suggested! (i'll probably end up re-writing this plot at some point tbh). feel free to send in more requests fro the CoD boys.

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: AFAB!reader, pet names, fingering, bad description of lingerie, slight overstim

Summary: Kyle comes back home after being on active duty. He comes home to something new...

Kyle let out a heavy breath and laid his head on the steering wheel. Finally he was back home after three months away. He had been away for longer than that before but never whilst in a relationship. Which is why it felt so much longer. He had missed being in her arms. Feeling her skin under his fingers. Kissing her sweet lips. Hearing her whisper sweet nothing to him. 

He felt a smile from on his lips. He wanted to get back up to his flat as soon as he could to see her again. 

He grabbed his bag and got out of the car. His footsteps were uncharacteristically heavy and he dragged himself up three floors to his flat. Kyle fumbled with the keys and unlocked the door. The waft of the smell of home relaxing him. 

He was safe again. 

“Babe? I’m home” he called into the flat. It seems darker than usual but there was a dim light coming from under the gap of the bedroom door.

He tilted his head and made his way to the bedroom, cautiously opening the door “babe? You here?” When the door opened he dropped both his bag and his jaw. 

“Welcome back, soldier” laying on the bed was his lovely girlfriend. Dressed in a beautiful set of black lace lingerie. It left very little to the imagination but still covered enough to make him want to rip it off her with his teeth to see more of her.

He choked on air as he stared at her. Stared at the surroundings. The bed covers were new. A champagne coloured silk. Red rose petals scattered over the room. Candles littered around the room as well. That’s what the dim light was. 

She bit her bottom lip and he noticed how she stiffened a little. “Is it…too much?”

“No baby” he said shaking his head at her “oh no baby. Fuck…sorry. I can’t take my eyes off you. Look at you babe. So fuckin’ sexy” he took a large step forwards and knelt on the bed. “Fuck. Fuck babe” 

She giggled “you said that already.”

“I know but…” he let out a soft growl and grabbed her waist “you look so fucking hot”

He ran his fingers up her belly to the band of her bra. He loved the feeling of the lace under his skin. Loved the way she leaned into his touch. “Part of me wants to rip this off you. But the other part wants to fuck you in it. Wants to cover this pretty set in my come” 

She smiled to him and leaned back a little. She spread her legs and showed him he could do the latter perfectly. There was a slit on the panties. Giving him perfect access to her pretty pussy. Didn’t even need to touch the set.

“Fuck yes” he groaned. He stood and threw off his clothes. Stripping himself down to his birthday suit and climbed on top of her. “Best welcome home gift I could ever ask for” 

“Want to make it special” she gasped when he hit her neck. He ran his tongue over the mark and continued this pattern of biting and licking down to her covered breasts. “Kyle..” she felt his fingers sliding between her legs and stroking at her pussy lips. “Hmm Kyle~” 

“Missed this babe” he muttered against her. He licked over the bra where her nipple was. She moaned and grabbed hold of his shoulders. “Missed your fucking perfect body. Missed stroking this little pussy. Always so wet for me” he slipped his fingers inside. She flung her head back and sunk her nails into his skin. “So fucking hot. So eager to swallow my fingers. Such a desperate slut”

“Be waiting for so long!” She moaned as she bucked her hips, riding his fingers as he played with her nipples through her bra. 

“Me too. Been needing this body for ages. Been needing to taste you. Feel you. Fuck you” 

“Please!” She screamed “please Kyle! Want you to fuck me! Oh god!” 

He pumped his fingers in and out of her at a toe curling pace. She didn’t bother to hold back her moans know he would only tell her to make all the noise she wanted. Especially as he had been gone for so long. He needed to hear her. 

“I’m making you come on my fingers first” he told her. It was a fact. He was going to make her come on his fingers. Always did. She always had to come once before he fucked her. Her pleasure meant everything to him. 

Her moans got louder and higher in her throat. Her mouth hanging open as she rode his hand trying to get there quicker. She was desperate for his cock inside her. Her wall clenching around his fingers. “That’s it baby, that’s it. Your close. Come for me. Come for me and let me fuck your little pussy” 

“Yes Kyle! Yes yes yes!” She chanted his name over and over again as the waves of pleasure crashed into her and made her body shake. Her mind was so numb with pleasure that she almost didn’t register when he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. 

“Fuck yes!” He groaned. He slid his hands up though the band of her panties and grabbed her hips. He wanted to fabric to dig into his hands as he fucked her. “So tight baby. Fuck how did I go so long without fucking you”

She could only squeak and squirm in response. Her body still shaking from her orgasm. The overstimulation becoming apparent. Kyle loved it. The feeling of her pussy fluttering around him. Squeezing down on his cock. He clenched his teeth together and pounded harder into her. He needed this. Not just to fuck her again, but to fuck out his frustration. Fuck away the memories of the past three months. He just needed to forget for a while. 

Her body trembled more. Another orgasm drawing near. He needed to feel her come around his cock. He moved one hand and began rubbing at her clit through the panties. The slit only opening for her little hole. But the added friction of the fabric only made her scream and writhe all the more. “Kyle! Kyle! Gonna come again!” 

“Do it!” He growled “fucking come for me baby. Come on my cock. Need to feel it” 

Her legs tightened around his waist as she tried to stop his hand from rubbing her clit as she came. Too overstimulated to move her hand to grab him. “Oh fuck!” She yelled. Her back arching off the bed and her wall tightening extensively around his cock.

“That’s it. Just like that. Gonna make me come. Come all over this pretty lingerie” 

“P-Please” she stuttered our. Her legs fell back to the bed. She felt weak but full of pleasure. Her head spinning as his cock twitched inside her. 

“Gonna come. Gonna come” he repeated over and over. His thrusts getting sloppy. He pulled out and almost yelled out her name as he spilled himself into her chest. Coating the little lace bra in his come. He tugged at his cock until he was spent and fell back onto his knees. “Oh fuck baby. Fucking hell”

“Fuck is clearly your favourite word tonight” she panted but managed a giggle. 

“It’s appropriate” he said. “God babe. You’re so good” he crawled over her and kissed her open mouth, catching her little whimpers she let out. “Such a good girl” she laughed a little more at this. 

“I take it you like the lingerie then?” 

“You know I do. And this is not the only appearance I expect it to make” 

“Anything for you soldier” 

27/1/23

[comfortbucky]

hey hey! can u do some fluffy bucky about having to share a hotel room w u and there’s only one bed!!!! and he’s trying to be respectful n stuff but man does he have the fattest crush on u! thank u <333

HEY HEY YES OMFGGG THE ONE BED TROPE (ur mind😌🤝)

i’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE I DIDN’T EXPECT IT TO COME SO SOON

𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗼𝘁𝘀 ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ ｡˚

pairing: bucky x fem!avenger!reader

tags: enemies(?) to lovers BABYYYY, angst, fluff

A/N: i almost always write about tfatws!bucky in mind but let me try and branch out by writing about avenger!bucky hehe

i hope u enjoy🥺💗i absolutely loved this prompt and loved writing this!!!! (it is almost 4am for me as i am posting this :) i’m insane :))

this oneshot will not be following the canon timeline!

word count: 2k

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“Stick to the plan, Y/N.” Steve’s voice came through over the intercom. She rolled her eyes at his warning. He always seemed to be extra cautious with her, making her feel like an unimportant member of the team, and this mission was no different.

“I got this,” she said, completely ignoring his request and charging headfirst at the enemy. Her brash decision resulted in her receiving a heavy beat down, ending up with a split lip and fractured ribs.

Needless to say, Steve was pissed. He and Y/N developed a close friendship over the years, during his search for Bucky. She was oftentimes the one who would stay up all night with him, looking for any trace of Bucky’s existence online. She’d become one of the closest people in his life, which is exactly why he was upset with her, endangering her own life.

After the mission, he confronted her at the base camp.

“You could’ve gotten killed!”

“But I didn’t,” she snapped back. “And the mission was a success anyways, so I don’t get why you’re so mad right now.”

Steve closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing.

“It’s reckless behavior like this that’s eventually going to get you killed, Y/N.”

Bucky walked into the room and immediately regretted his decision as soon as he laid his eyes on Y/N. He’d come to foster an animosity towards her, after seeing her close friendship with Steve. After Bucky joined the Avengers, he noticed how much time they spent together, and jealousy started to fester within him. Steve was the only person he felt comfortable being around in the tower and she constantly took him away from Bucky. Everyone else seemed to have an aversion to him, or so he assumed. He never gave anyone the chance to get to know him, locking himself up in his room most hours of the day. Bucky didn’t think anyone would want to get to know an ex-assassin, especially one that killed the Tony Stark’s parents. She was the one thing that kept Steve away from him and he despised it. So Bucky did what he did best and avoided any sort of interaction with her.

Steve looked at Bucky and suddenly, an idea popped in his head. He had noticed how closed-off Bucky had been since joining the Avengers and refused to let Y/N be alone, worried that she might make another brazen decision. He hatched a plan to kill 2 birds with 1 stone.

“Bucky,” Steve said, making his way over to him. “You and Y/N will be assigned to the same room tonight.”

Bucky choked on his own spit in response and Y/N began to protest.

“You’re not serious, right?” Steve turned to face her with a stern expression.

“You’re not giving me any reason to trust you to be alone.” She let out a defeated sigh and crossed her arms across her chest.

“Why me?” Bucky asked, trying to figure out how he ended up in this situation.

Steve placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and looked into his eyes. “Because I trust you, Buck. I need you to do this for me.”

Bucky could see the desperation in Steve’s eyes and reluctantly nodded.

Steve was able to obtain another key card to the hotel room that Y/N was assigned to for the mission. He forgot to take into account the logistics of the sleeping arrangements, leaving Bucky to find a single bed as he entered Y/N’s room.

Bucky froze, his right hand on the door handle, keeping it open, his left hand by his side, holding his duffel bag. He racked his brain, trying to figure out what to do, when Y/N’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Relax,” she started, motioning for him to come inside. “I’ll sleep on the floor, alright?”

Y/N knew that Bucky didn’t like her, despite Steve trying to convince her otherwise. It hurt her feelings a bit, especially after she’d learned so much about him through both Steve’s stories and the time she spent tracking him down. He was such an important person to Steve, her close friend, and Bucky hated her. At first, she figured he was shy and wasn’t ready to open up to anyone else, especially after all the trauma he endured. But she realized he actively disliked her over time, with Bucky always leaving the room when she entered or ignoring her offers to hang out with her and Steve. Eventually, she gave up on reaching out to Bucky, as she only seemed to upset him further, no matter what she did. She figured it was for the best.

Bucky stepped into the room and shook his head.

“Bed’s too soft for me anyways, I’ll take the floor,” he grumbled.

Y/N shrugged in response, knowing that Bucky would be too stubborn to try and argue against. She turned around and picked up the phone, calling the front desk to ask for extra blankets and pillows. When she hung up the phone, she turned back to Bucky to see him nod in thanks.

The rest of the night was silent, as they both prepared for bed, taking turns going into the bathroom to wash up and change. While Y/N was in the bathroom, Bucky arranged the extra blankets and pillows into a makeshift bed on the ground, something that he’d done countless times before. Y/N exited the bathroom in an oversized t-shirt that covered her shorts, and placed her toiletries bag in one of the hotel dresser drawers.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” Bucky grunted in response, grabbing some clothes and a bag headed for the bathroom.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he stated, just before shutting the door behind him. Y/N scoffed at his comment, gently climbing into bed, in an attempt to not further injure her ribs. She winced as she tried to get into a comfortable position before settling to sleep on the side of her unaffected ribs.

Bucky emerged from the bathroom to see Y/N lying on her left side, her back towards him. He assumed that she had already fallen asleep and quietly crawled into his makeshift bed.

Approximately 10 minutes had passed, when he heard her sniffling. At first, he thought the noise was coming from outside the window, but he traced it back to her. He remained lying on his back for a moment, deciding whether or not to say something. Bucky sighed before speaking.

“You okay?” Y/N immediately stiffened upon hearing Bucky’s voice. She was hoping that he wouldn’t hear her crying, despite his super soldier hearing abilities.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” she replied back, her voice wavering as she spoke. Y/N hated how weak and pathetic she sounded in that moment. Her fractured ribs made it hard for her to breathe and the adrenaline, that was previously shielding her from the pain, had faded, leaving her to lie there in agony. On top of that, she also felt that this mission solidified her belief that Steve had little faith in her ability to be an Avenger. The last thing she wanted to do right now, was to confess her insecurities to Bucky.

Bucky’s attitude softened, hearing Y/N’s voice crack when she spoke. He knew she’d gotten hurt due to her own, dumb, decision during the mission. Bucky quietly pulled his blankets off and stood up, leaving the room without saying another word. As soon as the door shut, Y/N burst into tears. Bucky did exactly as he’d done in the past many times before, leave. She wasn’t sure why this time upset her more than the rest. Probably because she knew that he was aware of her crying and he’d still chosen to abandon her completely.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, causing her to stop crying. Y/N listened to Bucky’s footsteps growing closer, and felt the bed dip under his weight as he sat on the edge she was facing towards. She peered over the blanket she was covering her face with, to see Bucky facing her, holding a bag of ice, wrapped in a towel. Bucky’s heart sank at the sight of her glossy eyes and tear stained cheeks in the moonlight.

“For your ribs,” he spoke softly, gesturing to the ice bag in his hands.

“Oh. Thank you.”

Y/N took the bag from him, attempting to slowly sit up. She closed her eyes as she grimaced, and suddenly felt a hand on her back, helping her up. Her eyes opened to reveal Bucky, with a soft smile on his lips. She silently thanked him again, placing the ice bag on the right side of her ribcage.

“Thought you hated me,” she mumbled, keeping her gaze down on her lap. He furrowed his brows, keeping his eyes on her.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Well, you definitely don’t like me.”

Bucky paused at her comment, thinking about his next words, before responding.

“I don’t like that you take up all of Steve’s free time,” he grumbled, causing Y/N to quickly look up at Bucky, his eyes averting her gaze. Her face fell, immediately realizing why Bucky had treated her so coldly all this time. He just missed his friend.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky.” She placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked up at her in response. “I didn’t realize, I’m sorry.”

Bucky didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t expecting her to be so kind and understanding, even coming up with multiple points to argue back at her. He realized then that he didn’t know her at all, but that he wanted to now. In an instant, she became an entirely different person. He studied her eyes and wondered if they had always sparkled like that, if her cheeks were naturally rosy, or if her lips had always been so pink and plump.

His expression softened and he cleared his throat. “It’s fine,” he muttered, tearing himself away from her gaze to look down at his lap. After a moment of silence, Bucky stood up to return back to the floor.

“Stay.” The words left Y/N’s mouth before she had time to process them. Bucky froze and turned to face her. “I mean, if you want to, of course. Just figured the floor must be super uncomfortable for you.” Y/N felt a blush creep up onto her cheeks and kicked herself mentally. She looked down at her hands, regretting the words she spoke, before feeling the bed dip again. She looked up to see Bucky. He smiled and she almost melted at the sight.

She shifted over, putting the ice bag on the nightstand, as Bucky crawled into bed next to her. The two rested on their backs, both staring at the ceiling in silence. Bucky remained at a respectful distance away, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. Y/N turned on her left side, her good side, to face him.

“I’m glad you don’t hate me.”

Bucky turned on his side to face her before responding.

“I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

A strand of her hair had fallen in front of her face and Bucky, instinctively, reached out a hand to tuck it behind her ear. Immediately, he regretted it, about to pull his hand back when Y/N took her hand and placed it on top of his, guiding it to rest on her cheek. He cupped her face in his hand and she leaned into his embrace. Bucky felt his heart rate increase as she moved her body closer to his, wrapping the arm she used to hold his hand on her face, across his side. He shifted towards her as well, wrapping his arm around her body, bringing her closer to him.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, nervous that he might have somehow misinterpreted the situation. He hadn’t been with a woman in such an intimate way in years and had no idea what he was doing. Y/N looked up at him and nodded, before snuggling her face into his chest and Bucky felt a wave of calm wash over him.

“Can you stay here tonight?” Y/N mumbled, her face pressed into his chest. He chuckled at the vibrations from her voice and kissed her temple, smoothing her hair back.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me to, honey.”

[little-spoiled-brat]

omg i love your recent new little fic of levi have a nightmare about him losing y/n and becoming clingy... so cute!!

okay but hear me out, what if it was reversed with y/n having a nightmare about losing levi.

pairing: levi x reader

tw/cw: panic attack, angst in y/n's nightmare, comforts from levi <3, alternate version of this

author's note: i have a lot of angst in my inbox, who hurt you guys? are you guys okay?

- i'm still here -

blood. there was nothing but blood and mangled bodies on the floor, you felt trapped. every direction you turn to, there was a familiar face that stared back at you with a dead expression.

walking a bit further, your knees gave in as the bodies of your superiors laid on the floor. erwin and hange were dead. a few feet away from them were the bodies of the cadets of the 104th, all staring back at you with a dead expression.

you let out a gut wrenching scream, pulling at your hair as tears fell down your cheeks uncontrollably.

"y/n!"

your head shot up towards the direction of the voice, the scream. that voice yelling your name was the same voice that gave you comfort. that you called home.

levi.

with blades drawn, you got up and ran to the direction of his voice. your body trembling in fear, you already lost everyone else. you can't lose levi too.

"levi!" you yelled as his pained screams were all you heard. it made you panic even more, hearing him scream in pain but not being able to do anything but listen.

you ran even more, tears blurring your vision as you saw a titan and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. levi was on the floor, in a pool of his own blood as you angrily slashed the titan before running towards your beloved.

"levi? levi, can you hear me?" you asked, hands shaking as you laid his head on your lap and put pressure on the gaping wound on his neck - desperately trying to stop the bleeding but it was no use.

"y/n" levi choked out weakly as he reached up and cupped your cheeks. you held his hand tightly, afraid that he'll slip away if you let him go.

"please don't leave me, you're the only one i have left. please, levi. i don't want to be alone again" you pleaded, sobs racking your body. your mind was too hazy to function, unable to think of anything else but the blood, levi's blood, on your hands.

"i'm sorry" levi said, barely above whisper as his hand went limp and his eyes closed. your entire world stopped, shaking your head in attempt to wake yourself up from this living nightmare.

"levi! levi, no. please, no. don't leave me too"

"please! please come back!"

"levi please! i love you!"

you shot up in bed, breathing heavily as tears fell down your cheeks. you curled up into a ball and tried to even out your breathing but it only made it worse.

you pulled down at your collar, desperately trying to get some air as a panic attack started. your breathing was shallow, dangerously shallow as tears streamed down your cheeks.

the door to your bedroom was opened as hange rushed in. she rushed to your side, holding onto your arms in attempt to get your focus towards her.

"are you okay? what happened?" hange asked as you looked up at her despite the tears blurring your vision.

"l-levi" you sobbed as she nodded, immediately understanding and quickly left the room. you could hear her hurried footsteps running to the other end of the hallway.

you sat there, your panic attack getting worse with each second that passed as you felt like you would pass out at any given moment. the door was suddenly opened again but this time, it was levi.

you immediately reached out for him as he pulled you in his arms. you closed your eyes and pulled him closer to you, needing to feel his body pressed up against yours.

"shh, deep breaths. deep breaths, y/n. come on" levi instructed as he took deep breaths with you and you followed, you were still trembling in his arms as he tightened his grip on you.

"one more" levi said as you both exhaled deeply before letting it out, your body slowly stopped shaking but tears still fell down your cheeks.

"there you go. there you go, y/n" levi said, kissing your forehead as you pulled away from him a bit to look at him.

"y-you're actually h-here?" you asked, reality still not setting in as levi nodded, cupping your cheeks and gently caressing it with his thumbs.

"i'm here, y/n. you're safe" levi assured as you gently put your hand on the side of his neck, where the wound was in your nightmare, and gently caressed the soft skin with your thumb.

you nuzzled your face into his neck as he ran his hand through your hair and down your back, repeating the same gesture to further calm you down.

"don't you have paperworks to finish?" you asked after you managed to calm down after a few minutes.

"tch. you just had a panic attack, you're more important than those paperworks. erwin can wait for those tomorrow" levi said as you smiled softly and kissed his neck in reply.

"what caused your panic attack anyway? you haven't had one in a while" levi asked in a softer tone, silently telling you that you didn't have to answer if you didn't want to as you stayed silent for a few seconds.

"i-i had a nightmare" you started as levi's grip on you tightened as he himself knew how bad nightmares can get.

"do you want to talk about it or do you just want me to continue holding you?" levi asked as you nodded your head before sighing, you untangled yourself from him a bit to look at him properly.

"we were on an expedition and it all somehow went wrong, everyone was on the floor. d-dead. hange, erwin, the cadets of the 104th. i-i lost it upon seeing them but then i heard- i heard y-you. i was so scared and w-when i found you, i was t-too late. i couldn't- i couldn't s-save you" you choked, levi cupped your cheeks and wiped away the tears that managed to slip down your face.

"it was just an nightmare, none of it was real. hange's here, erwin's here, the brats from the 104th are here, and i'm still here, with you" levi said as you smiled, leaning into his touch.

you slowly leaned in and kissed levi on the lips as he immediately returned it.

"i love you" you whispered, pulling away from the kiss as the both of you panted softly from the lack of oxygen.

"i-i love you too" levi stammered, a pink shade tinting his cheeks as he still gets shy from saying those words despite dating for a few years and you chuckled.

"shut up" levi grumbled, rolling his eyes but gave you one of his rare smiles - the smile that only you have the privilege to see often.

"do you want to go to sleep? it's late" levi asked as you nodded. "can i sleep in your room? i don't want to be left alone"

"tch, brat. come on" levi said as he stood up from your bed but you didn't move from your spot. he raised an eyebrow at you as you grinned and made grabby hands at him, indicating that you wanted to be carried to his room.

levi rolled his eyes at you but scooped you up in his arms without hesitation, kissing your nose as he brought you down to his office on the other end of the hallway.

he gently set you down on his bed as you immediately curled up underneath his covers, inhaling the faint scent of cleaning supplies and black tea that came from his bed as well as the faintest scent of your perfume.

"tch. move" levi said, pushing you gently to your side of his bed before getting in beside you as you giggled.

levi pulled you to his chest as you laid on top of him, his arms wrapped securely around you as you buried your face his chest. the soft thumping of his heart putting you at ease, an indication that he was still here, with you.

"goodnight, brat. i love you" levi whispered, kissing the top of your head as a small tired smile pulled at the corner of your lips.

"goodnight, levi. i love you"

[aquamarinescarlet]

Great, my girlfriend is a toddler

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: ~4.5k

Warnings: one curse word (I think), mentions of past trauma (nothing graphic), and a lot of fluff

Summary: Reader is caught in a trap during a mission and ends up trapping herself in her five year old mind and body.

Author’s note: I know I basically just post incorrect quotes, but this idea came to me and I just had to write it. I won’t stop with the incorrects btw, and if you guys prefer I create a different blog to post these little stories just let me know. Without further ado, enjoy, and let me know what you think (this is my first time writing something like this too, so tips/remarks are always welcome).

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the marvel characters.

(Picture is not mine, got it on pinterest)

“West wing clear”

“Basement clear”

“Guys I need some help here.” 

You heard through comms as your teammates infiltrated the Hydra base.

It was a fairly simple mission, small base, so not that many enemies to fight off.

As you made your way down an empty corridor to the control room you could listen to Bucky's grunts, and punches, on your earpiece as Sam and Steve made their way to him. 

The silence and emptiness was rather suspicious, but you made nothing off of it, thankful you would get in easily. 

“I’m in the control room.” You spoke when you found yourself surrounded by computers and all sorts of technology. It seemed quite ancient for an organization that has been a pain in your asses for the past months.

Hacking wasn’t your specialty, but you sure were better at it then the other three, hence you getting the task. Your eyes scanned the room, trained on identifying threats. Surprised by the emptiness of it all, you focused on finding the main system.

You plugged the pen drive Stark had prepared and started typing, your eyes occasionally leaving the screen to take a quick glance around the room, an uneasy feeling growing at the pit of your stomach.

“Y/L/N, we’re all clear here,” Steve’s voice rang on your ear, “how are you doing there.”

“I’m nearly done,” you stared at the computer as the information was downloaded to the little gadget, “I don’t know guys, something here feels wrong, it’s too empty, too quiet.” 

No response.

“Guys? Can you hear me?” Your heart rate picked up, something was definitely wrong.

In a second the download was complete, and you hastily snatched the pen drive, going for the door. Your desperation grew when you stated it was locked.

“Can anyone listen? I’m locked.” You spoke to the earpiece. “The doors locked automatically. I need help getting out.”

The door was sealed shut, not even a small slit in between it and the floor, your powers wouldn’t help you on this one. You tried to bring your heart rate down as your eyes scoured the room once again for a way out. No air vents, no windows, there was another door on the other end of the room, and you promptly made your way to it, only to confirm it was also locked shut.

Your attention was brought back to the first door, loud banging and a faint voice coming from the other side. Thankfully the boys noticed there was a problem and came to your aid. As you ran across the room, your head started to get fuzzy, your vision was not as clear as it had been seconds ago, and breathing was starting to get harder.

Before you even reached the still shut door, your body collapsed on the floor, everything going black.

You stirred in bed, shifting to a more comfortable position. Some light seeped through your eyelids, but you were tired, dragging the sleep as long as possible. 

Your peace was broken by a door suddenly opening.

“What the hell happened?” A woman’s voice filled the room. She sounded angry, and upset, the hostility in her tone made you clutch the blanket harder.

“Wanda calm-” A man spoke, but was cut off by the woman.

“Calm down? CALM DOWN? Don’t you tell me to calm down, Stark, when I got back from a mission fifteen minutes ago only to learn that my girlfriend turned herself into a five year old toddler.” She was loud and it just made you even more scared of being in trouble.

A small whimper escaped your throat getting both people's attention. You opened your eyes only to be met by several stares, there were easily five or six people in that room, but you didn’t have time to count as you pulled the blanket over your head, bringing your knees closer to your chest.

Your body was trembling with fear from what you knew would come next. You hadn’t done anything, you had been a good girl, done your chores, never speaking unless spoken to, but for some reason the people from the orphanage took a particular liking in punishing you even when you hadn’t done anything bad.

You waited for it to come, but instead of the ill-disposed voice and harsh hands, you were met with a soft “hey” and a delicate hand. Nonetheless it was still frightened, making your whole body tense.

“I’m sowy, I didn’t do anyfing, pwease don’t huwt me, I’ve been good.” You cried out, tears threatening to fall.

The hand started to caress your arm soothingly.

“Hey Y/N, you’re okay, we’re not going to hurt you, okay? You’re safe here.” Your muscles relaxed slightly at the words, thick with an accent, and touch. Your mind was still on alert but for some reason your body responded to this woman in a way your mind didn’t understand.

“Seems like she lost her memories too, she still thinks she is in that horrible place.” A new voice spoke up.

“Hey Y/N,” the woman spoke close to you, low as not to frighten you further, “you’re not in the orphanage anymore okay? You are somewhere safe. Those people can’t get to you here.”

You peeked over the blanket and was met with mesmerizing green eyes, they seemed so kind and comforting putting you at ease.

“Pwomise?”

“I promise. No one’s going to hurt you. We will protect you.” She offered you a smile that made your lips want to curl into one too, despite your wariness of the woman still being a stranger.

You pulled the blanket back above your head, muttering a quiet “okay”. Your heart rate then picked up it’s pace once you noticed you would be punished for forgetting your manners, your mind still not fully understanding you were no longer in a dangerous place.

You yanked the blanket just below your chin, uncovering your whole face so you were facing the woman.

“Fank you, miss.” You spoke quickly and hid again.

She chuckled slightly and you couldn’t help but feel fuzzy.

“How about you stop hiding that pretty face of yours huh?” The words caused a smile to unconsciously tug at your lips, as you pulled the blanket down and started to sit up. “See, much better, right?” 

You stared at the figure in front of you with what could only be described as adoration. She was just so kind and beautiful you couldn’t seem to stop smiling. A slight movement behind her brought you out of your daze and you landed your gaze on the several people watching the interaction, people you had seemingly forgotten were still in the room.

Your eyes went wide and a gasp left your lips before you laid back down, covering your curled up body with the blanket again. The woman noticed what had frightened you and brought her hand back to caress your back.

“Hey, it’s okay, they’re only here to protect you too. They are just worried about you.” You didn’t move, this was too many new people and having all their eyes on you was making you nervous. “Do you want me to ask them to leave?” She whispered closer to your ear and you nodded excessively.

Sounds of chairs moving, footsteps and a door closing were heard before the room fell back to silence.

“We’re alone now.”

You peeked carefully outside the blanket to be sure you were alone. When you found the rest of the room empty, you moved to sit back up. Suddenly the idea of being alone with this woman made you very shy, your eyes watching as you wiggled your toes. 

“Fank you, miss.”

“Wanda”

“Wanda” You whispered, not taking your eyes off of your feet.

After a few moments of silence a question popped into your head.

“Why did you save me?” You tried to speak but the sound wasn’t higher than a whisper.

“What?”

“”Why did you save me.” You said louder. “The Sisters said that I was- I was a bad giwl, and that is why my pawents didn’t want me, and no one would want because I was bad and-”

“Okay, stop,” she cut off your rambling and you finally met her gaze, “all those things they said about you are not true, okay? Don’t believe any of that.”

“How do you know it is not twue.” Sadness seeping on your voice. “You don’t even know me.”

“Quite on the contrary, I happen to know you very well. I know you get grumpy when you wake up. I know you don’t like to wear dresses. I know you like to laugh and make lots of funny jokes. I know your favourite colour, favorite food, favourite animal, favourite movie… but most importantly,” she brought her hands to rest on your sides, “I know you are very ticklish.”  

At that she started to tickle you mercilessly causing you to fall back on the bed, a string of laughs and giggles escaping your mouth. She stopped after a few seconds and you took the opportunity to catch your breath.

“See. I know many things about you.” 

“Yeah.” You said amidst giggles. 

“And I know that none of those things the Sisters said about you are true.” 

“Fank you, miss Wanda.” She let out a laugh.

“You are too cute,” she pinched your cheeks causing you to feel shy all of a sudden, “just call me Wanda.”

Your gaze fell down to the mattress again.

“Okay, fank you, Wanda.” Your voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re welcome.” She brought her hand up to smooth your hair. “Do you want anything sweetie?” That little nickname just made you even more flustered, even though you couldn’t hide the smile that formed at your lips.

You pondered her question for a second, you were hungry, but you knew better than to ask for food outside of mealtimes, the memories of the punishments still fresh. After a few moments you shook your head.

“Are you sure?” She pushed. “Don’t you want to eat something?” It was almost as if she could read your mind. “You can tell me, it’s okay, no one will hurt you for being hungry. And we can fix up something for us to eat.” She must have noticed your hesitation. “Y’know, I’m a little bit hungry too.” She whispered close to your ear, her breath tickling your ear causing you to chuckle. 

Your mind knew this was a bad idea, that you would get punished after, but Wanda was just so convincing you ended up nodding weakly.

“There you go.” She cheered.

She picked you up from the bed, but before she could lower you to the floor your arms circled her neck and your legs, her waist. You couldn’t help it, you just wanted to be close to her. She giggled at your actions, but didn’t fight it, carrying you out of the room and into a big corridor.

When the sound of muffled voices started to grow louder, your posture became tense. Wanda took notice, rubbing circles on your back.

“Hey, it’s alright, they are nice, you’ll see.” She tried to calm you down. 

Your posture relaxed, but you weren’t sure if it was because of her words or just her general presence.

“Whewe awe we going?”

“To the kitchen.”

“And the people in the kitchen? Will they huwt me?”

“No honey, of course not, they care so much about you, they are here to protect you too.” 

As she made her way into the kitchen, you hid your face in the crook of her neck, trying to ignore how the room went quiet with your presence.

“How is she?” A male voice asked, you recognized it from moments earlier.

“She’s okay, a little scared, seems like she did also lose all her memories, everything she knows is from when she was five.”

Wanda moved around and kept up with the conversation, to which you stopped paying attention when your eyes fell onto a thing a man was eating. You had tried one of those before, once, when an old woman donated a basket of those to the orphanage and you managed to steal a small piece, it was delicious, tasted like heaven compared to all the tasteless food they gave you in that place.

Wanda settled on a chair and you kept your head hidden, but your eyes were locked on the man.

You thought you heard Wanda calling you, but your attention was entirely on that piece of food. The man seemed to take notice when he met your gaze and gave you a smirk. The eye contact would’ve made you shy away, but Wanda’s presence made you feel safe, so you held it.

“I think I know what she wants.” He spoke to Wanda. “Would you like a muffin Y/N?” He directed at you. You lifted your head from Wanda’s shoulder and, after a moment of hesitation, you nodded slowly.

He opened a cabinet and picked one up, handing it to you, offering a beaming smile. You stared at it for a second, not expecting him to give you a whole one. Your eyes darted from him to Wanda, looking for some sort of confirmation. 

“It’s okay, take it.” She smiled at you encouragingly.

You slowly stretched your hand and grabbed the item.

“Fank you, siw.” You practically whispered.

“You can call me Sam.”

“Fank you, Mw. Sam.” 

“Huh, Mr Sam, I can get used to that.” He joked. Or at least you thought he did, since now you were just blankly staring at the muffin, not really sure if you should really eat it, despite your stomach screaming for you to do so.

“Just call him Sam,” Wanda spoke to you, “and we can’t let her keep calling us that, Sam, she does it out of fear for disrespecting us.”

“Is that why she also hesitated from taking the muffin?” A new voice questioned.

“I don’t know Stark, maybe…” Wanda trailed off and you decided to help, since they were talking about you anyways.

“Fhey did not let us- let us eat out of meal time and-,” you took a breath trying to calm your nerves, “and thewe wewe too many kids so- so thewe was nevew enough food and- and,” your eyes went wide when you noticed everyone was staring at you intently and a whimper left your lips unconsciously before you shoved your face back into Wanda’s neck.

She rubbed your back in an attempt to calm you down and, surprisingly enough, it did. Something about her just made you so calm.

“You don’t have to worry about this here,” a man with glasses said, “we have plenty of food and no rules, you can have whatever you want whenever you want, just tell any of us and we’ll get it for you, deal?” You smiled at how nice they were being with you.

“Deal, siw.” You nodded.

“And call me Tony, please.” You nodded again.

“See, it’s fine, you're safe here.” Wanda reassured, giving you a kiss on your temple. The action caused a silly smile to grow on your lips and your cheeks to heat up, as you leaned into her chest.

 “Oh, come on, seriously?” A man with the same accent as Wanda blurted. “She has known you for, what? 20 minutes? And she already has a crush on you.” His comment made laughter erupt around the kitchen, and, even though you didn’t understand what was so funny, you enjoyed the moment. Laughter was not common in the orphanage.

Throughout the rest of the day you started to feel more comfortable around everyone. 

Wanda never left your side, or, you were the one who never left her side. Spending the rest of the evening watching movies on the most amazing TV room you had ever stepped foot on. 

Other people would join you from time to time. Pietro, who you learned was Wanda’s brother; Natasha, or Nat as she preferred; Bucky; Sam; and Steve. 

You couldn’t quite pinpoint when it was that you fell asleep. You just knew you were now in a room you had never seen before, it was pretty, but unfamiliar. You saw a stuffed animal left on the edge of the bed and clutched onto it, trying to get the images from the nightmare you just had out of your mind.

Several minutes passed and you were just too scared to even close your eyes. Sleeping alone was something you never did, the rooms in the orphanage were filled to the brim with precarious beds or improvised mattresses due to the excessive amount of kids there.

Deciding that you wouldn’t be able to sleep anymore, you climbed out of bed and made your way out of that room. Your feet automatically took you to another door down a big hall. You knocked softly, but got no response. 

After three more tries, you turned the door knob and it opened. You put your head inside the room and detected a figure laying in a bed. 

“Wanda,” you whisper shouted, trying to catch the woman’s attention, “Wandaaa.”

She stirred and lifted her head to look at you, her eyes were sleepy, but she managed to give you a tired smile.

“Hey Y/N, is something wrong? Do you need anything?” 

“Can I- can I sleep with you?” Your gaze fell to the floor.

“Sure.” You smiled widely and ran towards her, climbing into the bed messily, since it was so ridiculously tall.

She laid on her back, opening her arms, and you took that as your chance to cuddle into her, wrapping your tiny limbs around her torso. She caressed your hair until you drifted to sleep.

The next morning you woke up still cuddled to Wanda. She was still fast asleep, and looked so peaceful you didn’t have the heart to move and risk waking her. Plus, you liked the proximity, the warmth from her body, her arm hugging you close.

A few minutes passed before she opened her eyes, only to be met by yours.

“Good mowning.”

“Good morning princess,” you giggled at the nickname, “wanna go down and get some breakfast?”

You nodded eagerly, already used this new environment, without the rigid rules and punishments. She climbed out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, you just sat up and watched as she washed her face or something. She then went through another door, which you assumed was where she kept her clothes since moments later she came back in different clothes.

She picked you up from the bed and took you into the kitchen. When she walked past the room, a confused expression grew on you.

“Whewe awe we going?”

“To the dining room, we usually have our breakfast there.”

“Oh, okay.”

And that was one breakfast table alright. All kinds of fruit, bread, cereal, cake, cheese and ham, and butter. 

“Look who found our little runaway.” Tony commented, but you didn’t give him any attention, mesmerized by the amount of food.

“Yeah, she found her way into my room in the middle of the night.”

“Really? How?” Steve asked.

“Good question, hey, sweetie,” Wanda caught your attention and you turned to look at her, “how did you know which one was my room last night?” You shrugged.

“I just knew whewe to go.”

“Seems like some part of her memory is still intact.” Stark remarked with interest.

Wanda sat down, with you in her lap and started serving food on her plate. The rest of the room fell into light conversation as you all enjoyed breakfast.

Soon you were interrupted by Bruce.

“Guys, I’ve got results from the tests.”

“Do you know what happened?” Steve asked eagerly.

“Kind of, the smoke she inhaled during the mission was poisonous, it was supposed to kill her, but it seems like her cells reacted to it differently.” He explained. “Her shapeshifting abilities reacted with the poison causing her body to, well, change, in order to avoid dying.”

“My powews wewe able to bweak down the poisonous gas into hawmless pawticles.” You responded automatically.

Everyone was shocked at your statement, but you just kept on eating like nothing had happened, not understanding what they were so surprised about.

“Yes… precisely,” Bruce added, slowly, “and that took a toll on her own cells, turning off her powers momentarily, why she got stuck as her five year old self with no memories whatsoever of the rest of her life is unclear.”

“Can you turn her back?” Nat asked.

“I can try and find some serum that reverts her situation, but, by the looks of it, her body is doing it on its own.”

“She did remember her way to my room last night, and now this. It means her memory is coming back.”

“Can you predict how long it’ll take for her to come back to her own self?” Bucky urged.

“Not really, this is all new to me. Although if I had to take a hint, I’d say a couple of weeks at least.” The scientist answered.

“But she will come back, right?” Wanda sounded preoccupied, and it caught your attention.

“Relax sister, she’ll come back. And even if she doesn’t, she’s already in love with you again anyways.” Pietro teased.

“That’s not helping.” She teased back and tightened her hold on you.

A few days passed and, as expected, you were still stuck as a five year old. You would slip out little snippets of things from time to time, memories of things you’ve learned only when you were much older, but you still weren’t coming back.

After a while you fell into a routine. You would sleep with Wanda every night, watch movies with her and some of the other people in that place, Bucky and Sam would come up with the funnest games for you to play, Pietro would take you around the compound to help set pranks to play on the others. 

You grew accustomed to the place and the people. The lack of excessive rules was relaxing. How nice everyone was to you. When Wanda would call you cute nicknames and get you all shy and flustered.

You were now watching Frozen for the fifth time that week, with Wanda by your side and Nat, Peter and Sam scattered around the TV room.

They found it adorable how you sang along to every song even though you didn’t know any of the lyrics. Peter and Sam had now countless videos on their phones of you doing all sorts of things just to mock you when you came back to your older self.

The movie was nearing the end, now on the scene where they were rushing Anna to the trolls to see if they could help keep her alive. You sang along to the song up until the moment where Anna collapsed from the spell Elsa threw on her.

At that moment you mindlessly turned to Wanda, the words seeping out of your mouth without your control.

“You bettew not die on ouw wedding.” Her eyes went wide with shock from the statement, which you didn’t notice. 

“What?” She whispered, more to herself than to you.

“Yeah, well, I’m gonna mawwy you one day.” You gave her a smile and turned your attention back to the TV, unaware of what you had just said as a blush creeped around Wanda’s face.

When the movie ended, you chanted for you guys to watch it again, earning a groan from everyone. When a yawn escaped your lips, Wanda took that as her cue.

“C’mon, honey, you are tired, we can watch it again tomorrow.” She picked you up.

“Pwomise?” You gave her your puppy eyes.

“I promised.” She pecked your nose, earning a giggle from you.

You settled in her bed as you waited for her to shower and join you. You cuddled into her and drifted off to sleep.

You woke up feeling extremely weird, your muscles ached and your head was spinning a little. You kept your eyes closed as memories from the past days came back to you. The mission going wrong, you waking up in the med bay. 

And then you remembered.

“Holy shit.” You whispered to yourself, careful not to wake Wanda.

You had spent the past week as a five year old. Every moment started to come back. You playing hide and seek with Sam and Bucky. That time you and Pietro showered Nat with glitter,  and how she almost killed the boy later. Tony being a dad all the time, checking up if you needed anything and making funny faces to make you laugh. Steve carrying you around inside his shield. 

And Wanda, always being there with you. Taking care of you. Watching the same movies all the time. Cuddling every night. 

Your attention was caught by the woman stirring in bed next to you, still fast asleep. She had been so patient throughout the whole situation that you couldn’t help but smile.

You propped yourself up on one elbow, facing your girlfriend. You watched for a few minutes while she was fast asleep. Just appreciating how beautiful she was and how peaceful she looked. You were falling even more in love with her, if that was possible.

Not being able to hold yourself back any longer, you gave her a lingering kiss to her forehead, moving then to her cheek, leaving small pecks all the way. You then moved to her jaw and neck, inhaling her scent, as your free hand started to draw circles on her stomach.

You felt her breath changing, indicating she was no longer asleep and directed your lips to her ear.

“Good morning, my love,” you whispered softly, pecking her earlobe gently. 

Her hands grabbed your cheeks and moved you up to face her, her expression one of full happiness.

“You’re back.” She whispered moments after, trying to convince herself that it was true.

“I’m back.” You leaned down to capture her lips in a long and passionate kiss, resting your forehead against hers’, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she moved so she could stare into your eyes, “I missed you.”

“Why? I was here the whole time.” You teased.

“You know what I mean.” Your smile grew as you leaned in again, your lips meeting in another gentle kiss.

“At least we learned two things from this experience,” she eyed you with curiosity, “first, is that no matter what I’ll always be in love with you,” you referred to the crush five year old you had on her, and enjoyed as her cheeks turned bright red, “and second, is that you are great with kids.”

“I am, aren’t I.”

You spent hours in bed, cuddling, kissing and laughing at your childish antics from the past week.

That’s when you knew, you would marry that girl.

[pterodactylterrace]

Eskel Drabble

Title: It’s On

Summary: little fluff bit because Eskel deserves all the tender love and adoration in the world

Warning: implications to sex, nothing graphic

Rating: T

He could hear the quiet footsteps, light, though still not as silent as a Witchers as someone attempted to sneak up behind him.

“Got you!” She cheered, a weight colliding with his back as her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs locking around his hips as she laughed in his ear. “Perish, vile beast!” She continued, playfully biting at his shoulder.

“Oh no. Whatever will I do?” Eskel chuckled, wrapping his forearms around her thighs and gently swinging from side to side.

“Surrender!” She laughed, kissing his jaw before resuming her “attack”.

“Hmm, I don’t know.” Eskel mused, carefully sitting down on the forest floor, smirking as he slowly laid back, chuckling at her undignified squeak.

“Kel!” She whined, wiggling beneath him. “You’re heavy!”

“Should have known better than to take on someone twice your size.” He teased, turning his head to catch her gaze.

“Eskel!” She whined, squirming harder.

“Alright, alright.” He sighed, carefully rolling off. He easily caught her when she tried to pounce again, holding her against his chest in a bear hug. “You just don’t give up, do you?”

“Death before dishonor!” She laughed, wiggling against him.

“Sure are a feisty little thing.”

“I’m not little!” She gasped, giving him an offended look.

“Of course not, my dove.” Eskel assured, kissing her forehead adoringly, even as she continued to wiggle against his bulk. “Now settle down before I get serious.”

“What are you gonna do?” She taunted, sticking her tongue out at him before squealing in shock at the feeling of his fingers dancing along her ribs. “Stop, stop, stop!” She squealed, wiggling against him more desperately. “Mercy, mercy!” Eskel’s fingers stopped just as abruptly as they had started.

“Gonna behave?”

“No.”

“Figured.”

“Would you love me if I was any other way?” She pouted up at him, Eskel rolling his eyes fondly.

“Probably.” He sighed, laughing at her pout. “Would you feel better if I let you bite me again?”

“Maybe.”

“Gonna get you a muzzle.” Eskel chuckled, reluctantly letting her go and sitting up, happily wrapping his arms around her when she curled up in his lap.

“Hard to suck your cock while wearing a muzzle.” Eskel couldn’t help but bark out a laugh, shaking his head at her retort. “Now you’re going down.” She insisted, snaking a hand beneath his tunic and drilling her fingers into his ribs.

“Hey now!” He laughed, easily withdrawing her tickling hand and tangling their fingers together. “Behave or I’ll lay on top of you again.”

“You’re no fun.”

“Keep this up and I’m going to have to fuck you until you’re too worn out to move.”

“Don’t you threaten me with a good time.” She giggled, leaning in and catching his lips with her own.

“Consider it a promise.” He hummed against her lips, greedy hands pulling her closer. “One I fully intend to keep.”

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[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

More the Merrier

Pairings | Steve Rogers x reader, Sam Wilson x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings | smut, swearing, Bucky being a literal SEX GOD, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, p in v, p in a

Word count | 2813

Summary | you and Bucky get a little freaking during a training session. Steve and Sam want to join.

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Sweaty strands of hair dangled over your eyes, the sweet burn stinging against them when the sweat dripped off. Your fists held tight in front of you, wrapped perfectly with a now tinged-grey bandage and a glossy sheen coating your skin. Bucky stood before you, cocky smirk on his lips and hair framing his face from where it has fallen out of the bun at the back of his head, fists held high before a punch is landed to your stomach. The force sends you falling back, butt colliding heavily with the floor and a groan slipping from your lips.

"That's the last time, James." You warn, rubbing your sore ass as he helps to to your feet - the metal of his hand a welcome coldness against the searing heat of yours. Your fighting was not the best, to say the least, and you usually relied on your powers. Bucky offered to help you - but so far he all but knocked you on your ass every five minutes, even after three weeks of training.

"Let's take a break." Buck decided, chucking your water bottle over at you which you barely caught in time before it would've gone flying into your face. You sent a glare his way and Bucky chuckled, throwing his head back and gulping down his own water - Adam's apple bobbing and drops running down his chin and over his throat. You subtly rubbed your thighs together, attempted to ignore the gush of arousal that flooded between them as you slowly dipped at your drink.

"Let's go again." You said definitively, back in stance and ready to fight. You threw a heavy punch, but Bucky merely caught it in his open palm, twisting until your back pressed against his solid chest. Heavy breathing reverberated in your ear, the hotness of his breaths making your cunt tingle and a shiver wrack down your spine.

"You okay, doll?" A husk in your ear, and you were a goner. A lewd moan escaped you as Buck cupped your clothed core with his flesh hand, the metal one encasing your throat. "Seems like you need my help." He smirked against your cheek, placing a few kisses there before he was ripping your leggings straight from you. If it had been anyone else you would have protested, seeing as they were your favourite leggings, but this was Bucky, so you merely let out a gasp and dropped your head back on his shoulder. "Fuck, so wet already, Doll." Bucky mumbled, fingers slipping past the waist band of your panties.

A wanton moan spilled from your lips when his fingers made contact with your pulsating clit, rubbing it in tight circles as you gasped. You could feel him smirk against the skin of your neck at your reactions, wet and open-mouthed kisses quickly turning to nips and bites that made both you and the super soldier groan.

"Shit, James." You sighed and a small growl escaped him when you used his name. He let his middle finger slip lower, tracing your wet slit before dipping ever-so-slightly into your heat. He hummed in approval when you clenched around the tip of his digit, before slowly sliding the rest of his finger in. You were literally a moaning mess at this point and he'd barely touched you. (I mean come on, it is Bucky Barnes after all).

Bucky started to pump his finger, giving your throat a little squeeze as he added another finger to your wet pussy.

"S'tight, doll. I don't know if I'll get my cock in there." He drawled, accent thick against your ear. All you could do was let another lewd moan escape you, the only thing keeping you uptight being Bucky's hand wrapped around your throat, the cool metal a stark contrast to the hot flush that was brushed all over your skin by now.

"James!" You cried out, knees buckling as his palm began bumping against your clit with every thrust of his fingers. A third one was added to your heat.

"You like that, doll?" He rasped, curling his fingers upwards experimentally and grinning at the little Yelp of pleasure it dragged from you. The grin only spread when Bucky picked up on footsteps coming towards the gym, the unmistakable voices of Sam and Steve filling his ears.

Of course, you didn't hear this, as Bucky had super-soldier hearing and all. Bucky doubled his efforts, determined to have you cumming as both your friends walked in the room. Give them a show.

"C'mon, doll, cum for me," Bucky egged, letting his fingers hit that one spit inside you with ever curl, "soak me, cum all over my hand." He continued, nipping on your earlobe and pressing his hard-on into your back.

You could also hear Steve and Sam approaching now, but you were way to intent on getting your release to being yourself to care. Fuck them, you thought - then a smile graced your lips, maybe seeing you come undone would grant that wish.

"I want you to scream for me, y/n." Bucky groaned as the door to the gym swung open - Sam and Steve in the middle of talking and not looking away from each other until a shriek of pleasure ripped from you.

"F-fuck! Bucky!" You moaned so bloody loudly, Bucky was convinced that anyone on the bottom floor of the tower must've heard you. Your cunt spasmed around Bucky's fingers, legs trembling as hands clawing at Bucky's muscular thighs to ground yourself.

"Good girl." He whispered against your ear, smirking at the sight before him. Stood before you, were Steve and Sam. Steve looked like a deer in headlights - eyes wider than saucers and jaw hanging so low it may as well be on the floor. Sam, on the other hand, was also smirking, eyes roaming your shaking body with a hunger that Bucky had instantly noticed.

"Fuck me, is there room for another to join?" Sam was quick to blurt out, earning him a shocked side-eye from Steve. Bucky's smirk grew.

"What do you think, doll? D'you reckon we have room for a couple more?" Bucky asked you, breath tickling the side of your face.

"The more the merrier." You purred, words still slightly spurred from your orgasm, but you were back to thinking clearly. Sam wasted no time, and before you knew it he was stood in front of you and pulling you into a searing kiss. Bucky retracted his hand from your panties, stepping back slightly and looking to Steve.

"You gonna join us or what, punk?" Bucky smiled amusedly as his best friend, who was trying his hardest not to stare at your semi-naked body. Your hands were gripping Sam's biceps tightly, hips rocking over her thigh that he had spotted between your legs as you moaned into his mouth. When he pulled away to scold steve you were panting.

"What's wrong, old man? Forgotten what an orgasm is? When was the last time you got laid?" Sam teased, tone mockingly accusatory but it worked. A scowl quickly spread over Steve's face, arms crossing over his chest to show case his bulging muscles.

"Just because I'm old doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing." Steve remarked and Bucky rose a brow.

"Really, pal? Because I don't remember you being with a lot of women back in the day." Bucky teased and Steve sent him a look.

"Yeah, well, I spent a couple months working only with a group of girls after I was injected, remember?" Steve said, his boyish grin telling the rest of the story.

"Well, Mr America's most wanted, why don't you come prove us wrong?" Sam prompted, and by this time your were back to rubbing you thighs together at the though of taking all three of them.

"Please, Steve. I need you." You whined, hoping to speed him up a little bit. Steve took long strides towards you until he stood in front of you, hand cupping your jaw and directing your gaze to him.

"Suck a needy little thing, aren't ya?" Steve chided, pushing your face to one side and then the other as he examined you. "You will address me as Captain." He said authoritatively and you barely had enough time to utter a little 'yes, Captain' before he was slinging you over his shoulder and sauntering over to the weights benches.

You let out a little mph as Steve dropped you onto the bench, dropping to his knees and parting your legs. He begun to press wet and sloppy kisses to your inner thighs, kissing ever exposed bit of skin he could find except where you needed him most.

"Captain!" You whined, wishing he would hurry up a little. Steve rolled his eyes at your childish behaviour but suddenly stopped and let out a groan when you buried your short fingers in his hair and attempted to pull his head into your core.

"Patience, little one." He chided, and the nickname nearly made you want to cry with want. Steve was the only person at the tower that called you 'little one', and he only did so when he was scolding you or agitated with you. You never thought it'd be such a turn-on during sex, especially coming from his lips.

"Woah, woah, woah. Back up," Sam interrupted suddenly, just as Steve went to place a kiss over your clothes heat. "Steve actually knows what eating a girl out means?" He inquired and Steve scoffed.

"Jesus, Sam! I'm from the forties not a fuckin' nunnery!" Steve exclaimed and Sam raised his hands up in surrender.

"Alright, man." He backed off a little and Steve shook his head before turning back to you and resuming to tease you over your panties. You gasp when he ran a finger over your covered slit, some of the remnants of your orgasm seeping through the fabric and transferring onto his finger. Steve brought the now damp finger to his mouth and sucked it clean, moaning at your taste.

"You taste so good, little one, like fuckin' honey I swear." Steve groaned and before you could respond another gasp was released as you felt the fabric of your panties being ripped from your skin. Steve pocketing the scrap of fabric did not go unnoticed by you or the boys, and Bucky smirked out how confident his little Stevie had become.

"Captain, please!" You whined impatiently, desperate to feel his mouth on you. Steve's lips curled into a smirk, before they were descending on you. You bucked your hips up into his mouth, but Steve tutted you and pinned your hips down with his arm, keeping you from moving again. He licked a stripe up from you slit to your clit and back again, doing this a few times and making you try to thrash your hips. Steve stopped at your entrance and pushed his tongue into your pulsing heat, pumping the warm muscle in-and-out, tearing pornographic moans from your lips.

Your hands found their way down to Steve hair, tangling your fingers into his blonde locks and tugging harshly, getting a groan from him as Steve's tongue curled around inside you, stroking your walls. Your cunt clenched around him and Steve moaned into you in response, sending vibrations throughout you core. You shuddered as Steve started to rub circles on your clit, adding too much to the sensation and you came screaming Steve's name.

As slap to your thigh caused you to jolt, crying out when the contact was made.

"What did you just call me?" Steve demanded and you stuttered, a babbling mess as he kept up him ministrations.

Steve pulled away but didn't stop, moving his fingers from your clit to your entrance and pushing them in to the knuckle, pulling out to the tips and pushing back in, while waiting for his answer.

"I'm s-sorry, Captain!" You managed finally.

"Good girl." Steve groaned before he lowered his mouth to your clit and lapped around it, flicking it with his tongue. Your eyes rolled as Steve sucked your clit into his mouth, nipping it and dragging it out with his teeth. You soon came again, biting your bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

He kept going, curling his fingers upwards and trying to finger your spot.

"Captain!" You moaned as he found it, making him reangle his fingers to hit it with every thrust. His mouthy worked at your clit still, bringing you to a third orgasm from just Steve's tongue and fingers that made your whole body shake. Steve pulled away and smirked at you, climbing over you and kissing you. You could taste your own sweetness in the kiss and moaned into his mouth.

When he pulled away your face was full of a fucked-out expression, one that made Bucky coo as he stroked your cheek lovingly a after Steve had stepped back.

"You tired already, baby?" He said sweetly, his thumb pulling at your swollen bottom lip and dragging it towards your thin with his thumb. It bounced back into place as you nodded, eyes barely open. "Tough. You still haven't taken any of our cocks and poor Sammy hasn't even got his hands on this perfect body of your." Buck murmured in your ear, his breath hot and intoxicating against your skins as your eyes widened at his words.

He stepped aside with a wicked smirk, holding his arm out in gesture towards you for Sam. Sam stepped forwards eagerly, leaning down to place a bruising kiss against your lips and before you knew it the Falcon had your legs wrapped around his waist and you back slammed against the wall.

His lips trailed over you jaw, down your neck as your head fell back against the wall, a lewd moan escaping you when you felt his hardness press into your bare cunt.

"Sam, please." You whined breathily, trying to wiggle your hips against him as persuasion. Bucky and Steve chuckled from behind sam, and when you dared to glance over his shoulder a new flood of arousal flocked to your entrance at the sights of both men stripped and stroking their cocks. A groan spilled from you lips and Sam smirked against you skin, using a hand to pull his work out shorts down and pull his cock from his boxers.

"You ready, baby?" He husked in your ear, running his length through you folds and letting the head bump you clit as he collected your wetness.

"Fuck, please, just get inside me." You moaned, head lolling forward to rest against his shoulder. Sam let out a guttural groan as he entered you, throw in head back as he bottomed out. He stayed still for a moment, giving some time to adjust and chucking again when you tried to move on his dick.

The man pulled his hips back, slamming them against them with so much force you could see stars.

"Fuck!" You screamed, biting down on Sam's shoulder to try and keep quiet - fully aware that anyone else at the tower could walk into the gym at any moment to see Sam railing you against the wall and Steve and Bucky jerking off at the sight.

"That's it," Sam groaned, smirking as you screamed when he hit that spit deep inside you, "taking my cock so well in this tight little pussy." He praised, hands braced against the wall behind you as he thrusted harshly up into you. You were a babbling, moaning mess, reaching for you clit to push yourself over the edge again. The accompanied sounds of all three men groaning and moaning was enough to spurt in your release again, and you soon hit your peak crying out Sam's name.

He rode out your orgasm with a few more hard pumps, groaning your name as he released inside you. Sam's forehead pressed to yours, heavy breaths shared as you both calmed down. "Fuck, that was good." He grinned, slowly pulling out of you and setting you down on the ground. You kept your hands resting on his shoulders, untrusting of your own strength when it came to your now-wobbly legs. "You didn't think we were done, did you?" He whispered huskily in your ear, you eyes darting nervously to the two super soldier's with rock hard cock slapping against their stomachs behind Sam.

You gulped, making eye contact with Bucky as he spoke.

"My turn."

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❝ idk you yet ❞ - p.js

park jisung x reader | angsty, fluff | 1.6k words 

WARNINGS | TW: mentions blood, abuse, drug and alcohol abuse, smoking, lowercase au, non-idol au, high school au, badboy!jisung, mature language/cursing, reader is like an angel sent from heaven for him, jisungie just in need of love :(

SUMMARY | being an outcast has him wondering if he’ll ever be happy. cue you, the new girl, stumbling into his life (literally).

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by the song “idk you yet” by alexander23! also AHHH this is my 100 followers special fic :) THANK U LOVES FOR 100 IM SO SHOCKED CJSBFKEJD <33 the writing is a little crappy because i’m currently on my period and my patience for sitting down and writing this went down halfway through lol but I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, ENJOY THIS JISUNG FIC BC JISUNG MY BABIE AND SO ARE YOU GUYS!

whenever anybody thinks of park jisung, they think of the chains and dark clothing he wears. they think about the faint smell of smoke and men’s cologne that follows him wherever he goes. 

they think of the boy who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. 

but what they don’t think about are bruises on his face he fails to hide whenever he walks into school, the dejected look on his face whenever random people give him disapproving looks, the way his smile slowly faded into a permanent frown wherever he went. 

jisung quickly accepted his reputation at school and in their little town, not having enough energy to feel insecure about it like before.

the only group of people that even remotely cared about the boy were his best friends in the whole entire world, nct dream.

they were outcasts just like him, the most “fucked up group of boys” in their town (the people’s words, not theirs).

see, they were your typical bad boy group straight out of your typical fanfic. bad grades, smoking in their free time, getting into fights, always being late to class; not a single person had hope in them.

but behind their scary and intimidating facade, all seven boys were big softies with misunderstood hearts and difficult backgrounds.

people were just too dense to look into it, only judging them based on their looks and personality on the outside. 

❝ how can you miss someone you’ve never met ❞

love was a foreign thing to jisung, the only form of love he’s ever felt being from his friends. his parents were… interesting to say the least. 

jisung’s father was a hard-core alcoholic, his mother being a major druggie. with no siblings in the house, jisung was usually their main target to push around and beat up.

and so because of this at a young age jisung learned to distance himself from other people and found different ways to release stress.

he started smoking when he was 14, the warm and hazy feeling of the smoke entering his lungs comforting him.

if jisung humored himself enough, maybe smoking could count as his first love. it was always there for him, never leaving him alone even if he wanted to quit. 

he relied on it knowing it was the only constant in his life. 

now of course the boy has heard of proper love, love like in the movies or shitty romance songs he hears on the radio.

and he won’t lie, there were moments he thought about what it felt like to be in love. but he knew that would never happen, at least not in their small town anyways. 

he just wanted to be loved. 

jisung would never admit it but sometimes he’d be jealous of the old couples walking down the street in their own world like it was just them two against the universe. he was jealous of the happy kids running around, their mother’s and father’s fondly smiling at their child. he was jealous of all the “normal” kids in his neighborhood. 

jisung wanted that, craved that. 

but most importantly, the boy wanted love.

❝ cause i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

everything hurt. 

his head, his body, his mind, his heart; everything was in pain.

jisung walked down the empty streets of their city, a trail of blood following behind him as he accepted his fate. the boy was 99% sure he had a concussion and at the very least had a few broken ribs. 

he felt like this was the end, and he was ready.

-

wandering aimlessly around town, you decided to take a late night walk to familiarize yourself around the area. you had just moved into the city a week ago, spending all seven days trying to help your family unpack and rearrange your cozy new home. 

now that you were finally free of the smell of tape and the dust of the boxes, you decided it was best to get to know the place you were living in. 

the autumn air seemed to settle at night as you shivered, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket of some sort. the sight of a convenience store up ahead of you brought you relief as you rummaged through your pockets wondering if you had enough money for ramen.

your steps became excited as you found a couple dollars, fondly thinking about what type of ramen you should buy. you became so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice the poor boy who was staggering in front of you, or the trail of blood he left behind. 

-

jisung pushed himself to reach the convenience store a couple feet away from him, in desperate need of supplies to at least try and fix himself. 

if it didn’t help in any way then oh well, maybe death was indeed an option. 

grinding his teeth though the pain, he did not expect to feel a small body bump into him. had he been at his regular health, jisung would’ve easily been able to keep still but because of how much blood he was losing the boy was knocked down like a bowling pin.

“holy fuck.” jisung cursed the feeling of the concrete floor colliding with his ribs. he didn’t even notice the girl who had bumped into him sitting on the floor dumbfounded, freaking out over his state.

“oh my fucking god.” the girl said, capturing his attention. jisung glared at the stranger, mentally acknowledging the fact she was pretty. 

but her being pretty won’t get you anywhere, he scolded himself. she’ll leave you just like everyone else.

“a-are you okay?” she said, eyes glancing at his black eye. jisung rolled his eyes, already annoyed. “does it look like i’m okay?” he replied, his deep voice catching the girl off guard. 

“just, fuck off.” jisung said closing his eyes as he laid back down on the floor, knowing he couldn’t force himself to get up anymore. he didn’t even have to open his eyes to know she left, hearing the sound of her footsteps walk away.

the boy sighed as he laid idly on the floor, wondering what sin he committed to lead him to where he is now. not even she wanted to stay, the tears threatening to fall as his thoughts buried him alive.

“why can’t i just die?” jisung said out loud, asking no one but himself.

“because i won’t let you.” a voice replied as jisung forced himself to sit up in confusion. it was the same girl he had bumped into, but this time she had a first aid kit with her. he gave her a lost look despite knowing what she was here to do. 

jisung’s mind just couldn’t wrap around the fact that a total stranger would even bother to help him. 

“now sit up.” she said softly as she bent down to open the box, the boy slowly followed her instructions. “i’m sorry this might sting.” she said though jisung didn’t mind because she was much prettier up close.

-

the next ten minutes were you trying to fix his wounds against the shitty chairs outside the convenience store.

jisung didn’t even bother mentioning his broken ribs, not wanting you to freak out. you cleaned up what you could and the boy was beyond grateful for that.

you subconsciously rubbed his back in a comforting way whenever you’d apply alcohol to his open wounds, trying to ease the sting. you held his hand for him to hold and though he was a big boy and had a high pain tolerance, he still gave it a squeeze just to keep your hand there.  what the actual fuck is this feeling, jisung asked himself as he watched your determined figure work on him.

it was cold and in order to better work on his wounds, the boy offered to give you his hoodie which strangely had no traces of blood on it. you gladly accepted, the faint smell of blood and his cologne engulfing you up. 

the sight of you in something so big and so him made his chest swell in pride.

jisung couldn’t even formulate a sentence as you cursed at the time once you finished patching him up, fleeing the scene before he could say anything with a small smile, his hoodie still on. 

❝ and can you find me soon because i’m in my head ❞

the thought of your soft hands on his, your voice, your whole presence; everything about you couldn’t seem to leave the poor boy’s mind. it was now monday, and waiting for his class to start already made him want to go home.

if only i got her name, jisung daydreamed with his head resting on the palm of his hand. the classroom was loud and bright, people occasionally giving him looks but the boy didn’t mind. 

“jisungie~ did you hear we have a new kid?” jaemin asked, poking the boy’s cheeks. the boy only gave him a pointed look before sighing. 

“hyung i don’t really care.” jisung replied, looking back out the window. 

jaemin only gave him an offended look before grumbling a bit. “i don’t know maybe you will.” he muttered under his breath as their teacher walked into the room. 

❝ yeah i need you now but i don’t know you yet ❞

their homeroom teacher stood in front of the class, jisung tuning out his voice. the boy once again sighed as his teacher called for their attention, explaining they had a new girl in their class. “now make her feel welcomed,” he said before turning towards the door.

“y/n, please come in.” the teacher said and jisung almost fell out of his seat when he saw you walking through the door with the same smile you gave him a couple days ago.

“hi i’m y/n and i hope we can get along.” you bowed to the class, a familiar hoodie you were wearing catching his attention. 

isn’t that mine, jisung thought to himself as he bit back a smile knowing you kept it all along. 

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANNA!!! 🥳🎉🎈🎂

I hope you have the best birthday ever, and you get to eat your favorite foods, and spend time with all your favorite people and animals!!! <3

May I please request Troodon, Brachiosaurus, and Apatasaurus for the Dino Asks? Thanks!

~ Morri 🗡️ (@memento-morri-writes)

Thank you! I will get to eat my favorite foods tonight, my mom is making orange chicken with rice and my sister is making me a chocolate cake, so I'm excited!

Dinosaur Asks~! & Send Asks for my Birthday?

Troodon - share a scene that is really important to a character’s development

(this one is a bit more subtle and a little silly, but it is part of Max’s growth and i like it)

“Come on jump!” “I’m not jumping from there!” Max half whispered, half yelled down to Monty, “I’ll break something!” “No you won’t, I’ll catch you!” The echoes of heavy footsteps and soldiers shouting got louder, bouncing off the walls of the mining tunnel. A warm glow of fire got brighter, shadows flickering around the corner. Max stood, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching the satchel with the mysterious letter inside. “Mother Hallya bless my broken body…” And he jumped. Both boys crashed to the ground, mostly unharmed thanks to Monty breaking Max’s fall. Monty started to hiccup and ribbit, and with a puff of purple sparkles, he turned into a frog again. With a glare, Max picked Monty up by the back of his slimy green neck and held him up to eye level. “Some catch.” Monty stuck his long frog tongue out at him, and Max stuffed him in the satchel before slipping into the secret passage

Brachiosaurus - share a sad or tragic scene

(oh ho ho, so many to pick from, I like this birthday present >:))) have the potential Finale of Sleeping Beauty’s Bodyguard because I’m really fucking proud of this glorious angsty shit, this isn’t even the whole scene, just the angstiest bit, under the cut cuz it's LONG )

Hesitantly, Raven cradled her head with one hand and rubbed the knuckles on one of her hands with the other. “Sapph’?” His voice came out barely louder than a whisper. “Wake up, come on… Please…” He shook her, but she didn’t stir in the slightest. There was maybe one time when Raven had felt so helpless in his life, and that was when he was a small boy and was being picked on by a bunch of bigger kids. That was nothing compared to the overwhelming dread and helplessness that filled him now. It was so suffocating he was drowning in it. A sleep like death, the witch had called it. Raven was beginning to understand now, much to his dismay. She was still alive, technically, as she was still breathing and her heartbeat could still be felt.  But she was never going to wake up. It was almost worse than if her death had looked more like death- at least then it wouldn’t mock him with the feel of her heartbeat and movement of her breathing that amounted to nothing. Getting desperate, he shook her again. “Sapphire, please, you can’t do this to me… you have to wake up, please, please-” His voice cracked at the last word as his hands started to shake. She didn’t stir or make a noise at all. Down the stairs, he could hear people shouting and looking for the princess. Someone mentioned that they saw the traitor- him- take her up the stairs, and the voices got louder, joined by footsteps racing up the staircase behind him. “I’m so sorry,” He whispered to Sapphire, and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I’m gonna fix this, I’m gonna fix this I swear.” Then he gently laid her down on the floor, and made his escape through the open window.

Apatosaurus - share some of your favorite dialogue

Here are a few of my favorites, in no particular order:

“I’d protect you even if it wasn’t my job.” - Raven in Sleeping Beauty’s Bodyguard

~~~

“I will come back for you.”

Hestia looked away, slowly shaking her head. “No one’s ever stayed this long. And I know you’ll forget about me.”

“Hestia.”

She hesitantly looked back at him, tears starting to burn behind her eyes.

Elliot dropped both her hands to gently cup her face. “It’s not goodbye forever. Once my father is well again, I’ll come back for you. We’ll see each other again, I promise.” - Elliot and Hestia in Handsome and the Beast

~~~

“How many times have I told you that you need to be more careful with sharp things, princess?”

Sapphire sighed, “Oh, we’re back to calling me ‘princess’ now? I thought we were past using formal names.” -Raven and Sapphire in Sleeping Beauty’s Bodyguard

~~~

‘My hands aren’t that pretty,” Cassandra wrote, looking at her calloused and rough hands, made that way from years of sailing the sea on a ship. She added, “They’re rough.”

Erica thought for a moment, and wrote, “Yes, but they can also be gentle. And they’re rough because of hard work. And they’re yours. Nothing more beautiful than that.’ -Cass and Erica in The Little Pirate