#YEAH. HE JUST WOKE UP ONE DAY AND SUDDENLY LEARNED THAT HE MADE EVERYTHING HE KNOWS AND LOVES. FOR THE MOST PART

[ii-meeple-confessions]

i wont lie the fact mephone didn't know the true extent of his powers before the finale is Actually Insane to me. That's gotta be a terrifying existential threat in its own right holy FUCK. Imagine waking up one day and in THE SPAN OF THAT SINGLE DAY learning that you CREATED everyone you've ever loved (barring some exceptions) and your own life is a hell YOU made. Literally everything ever can be blamed on you because suddenly YOU are the root cause of everything wrong with everyone. IN THE SPAN OF A DAY this guy went from being an admittedly traumatized Reality T.V show host to JESUS CHRIST to extremely traumatized and wounded (and also out of a job) average robot guy. I THINK ITS SO AMUSING AND ALSO VERY INSANE.

Something something him having nightmares of being a god again, of having all that power, being in a position of such authority and KNOWING IT, and all the things he could do with it. How he'd kill and disrespect and hurt others without a single care in the world because he was untouchable. In another world, maybe he IS just like that, but in this one, the idea now TERRIFIES him. I love (and have talked about before) the idea of mephone specifically avoiding leadership positions and not trying to take on more power then he thinks he's 'worthy' of because he's nervous at the idea of controlling others. And I think it holds really valid when you look at canon. Power imbalance has been the root of all his pain, be it cobs or himself. And that. Agh. Ough. Ouch. This guy. This GUY... -2G anon (I missed this blog, it's nice to be back!!!!)

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[ari-ana-bel-la]

Hello! I absolutely love your work! If you feel up to it could you do one where Lando’s little girl has separation anxiety since he travels so much. Like maybe she always wants to sleep in his bed, always climbs into his laps when he’s trying to work, basically always wants to be close to him. I just think I’d be so cute to see Lando take care of his baby anxiety and maybe learning to take care of his own at the same time

Anxiety

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the cluttered nursery. Toys were scattered across the floor, a tiny pink sock was hanging from the side of the crib, and in the middle of the chaos, Lando sat cross-legged on the floor, trying to coax a little girl into her clothes.

"Come on, baby, arms up," Lando said gently, holding out the tiny blue jumper.

Yn, three years old and stubborn as ever, shook her head, curls bouncing. "Nooooo, Daddy! No shirt today! I wanna stay in jammies."

Lando sighed, hiding a smile. "If you stay in pajamas, how are we gonna go see the ducks later? They don’t like jammies, remember?"

Her big brown eyes widened. "Ducks don’t like jammies?"

"Not even a little bit," he said seriously, tugging the jumper over her head while she giggled. "They said so last time. Quack quack, no jammies, Daddy!"

Yn dissolved into laughter, kicking her legs playfully as he got her dressed.

It had been three years since he became a father, and not a day went by that he didn’t think about how lucky he was, even when it was hard. Especially when it was hard.

She clung to him like a shadow. Lando had expected some level of attachment, but Yn’s separation anxiety made everything just a bit more difficult. From the moment she woke up to the moment she went to bed, she wanted to be within arm’s reach of him.

"Breakfast?" he asked, standing and lifting her effortlessly onto his hip.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "But you not going away today?"

His heart ached. "Not today, baby. Today is a Daddy and Yn day."

She grinned. "Daddy and Yn day! Pancakes?"

"Pancakes it is."

---

Later that afternoon, Lando sat on the couch with his laptop balanced on his knees, trying to review some sim data for the next race weekend. Yn was curled into his side, her head resting on his chest, watching a cartoon on the tablet he had reluctantly given her.

She kept poking his cheek every few minutes.

"Yes, baby?"

"You not leaving yet?"

"Not yet."

"You promise?"

Lando kissed the top of her head. "I promise."

She didn’t say anything for a while, just quietly lay there, her little hand gripping the sleeve of his hoodie.

Mary, their nanny, arrived in the early evening.

"Hey sweetheart!" she called out, entering the living room. "There’s my girl!"

Yn peeked up and gave her a small wave but didn’t move from Lando’s lap.

"Tough crowd today," Lando murmured with a smile.

Mary chuckled. "She’s been stuck to you like glue lately. You think it’s the travel?"

"Has to be. Every time I leave, she wakes up crying for three nights straight."

Mary reached out and brushed some hair from Yn’s forehead. "Poor little heart."

"Yeah. I try calling as much as I can, but it’s not the same."

Yn looked up at him suddenly. "Can I come with you next time? In your car?"

He laughed, even though it made his chest hurt. "You want to race, huh?"

She nodded solemnly. "I be small driver. I go zoom!"

"You already go zoom around this house. That’s enough danger for me."

---

That night, Lando tried to put her to bed in her own room.

"One more story?" Yn pleaded, eyes wide, clutching her stuffed penguin.

He sighed but nodded. "One more."

By the end of the story, she was half-asleep. Lando stood carefully, tiptoeing out of the room.

"Daddy?"

He paused. "Yeah, baby?"

"Stay. I don’t like the room when you go."

He hesitated. "I'll be right down the hall. You can call me anytime."

"But I want your bed. Please?"

It was the third night in a row. Lando ran a hand through his hair. He knew the experts said not to give in, that it would make it harder later. But every time he saw her lip tremble, something in him caved.

"Alright. Come on then."

She beamed, hopping out of bed and running to him. He scooped her up, carrying her to his room, where she immediately snuggled under the covers.

"Best bed," she mumbled sleepily.

Lando climbed in beside her, pulling the duvet up. "Only because you’re in it."

---

The following week, Lando had to leave for the race in Monaco. He knelt by the sofa, where Yn was hiding behind a cushion.

"Come here, baby. Let me give you a big hug before I go."

"No!"

"Yn..."

She peeked out, her face already scrunched up. "You always go. I don’t want you go."

Lando sat down beside her. "I don’t want to go either. But I have to. It’s my job, remember?"

"I don’t like your job," she muttered, wiping her nose on her sleeve.

He pulled her into his lap. "I know, I know. But you have Mary here, and you’ll get to call me every day. And when I come back, we can go see the ducks again."

"Promise?"

"Pinky promise."

She linked her tiny pinky with his, then threw her arms around his neck.

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you more."

Mary stood by the door, giving him a small nod. Lando stood, placing one last kiss on Yn's head.

"Be good, alright? I’ll be back before you know it."

She sniffled but nodded.

---

Every night during the trip, Lando FaceTimed her before bed.

"Did you eat your veggies?" he asked one night.

"Yes. Mary said if I eat carrots I get bunny powers."

He laughed. "Then you better be hopping all over when I get back."

"I miss you, Daddy."

"I miss you too, sweetpea. Only two more sleeps, okay?"

She held up two fingers, then yawned. "I sleeping in your shirt."

He smiled. "Good. You look extra cute in it."

---

When Lando finally got home, it was late. Mary met him at the door.

"She tried to wait up. She fell asleep in your bed again."

"Of course she did," he whispered, setting his bag down.

He tiptoed into his bedroom, and there she was—curled up, clutching his hoodie like a lifeline.

Lando changed quietly and slipped under the covers. Yn stirred almost instantly, rolling into his chest.

"Daddy?"

"Hey, baby. I'm home."

She blinked sleepily. "You back for real?"

He kissed her forehead. "For real."

She sighed happily and snuggled in. "Best bed again."

And this time, Lando didn’t mind at all.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

-🤍🦢

[mahmahmahmysharona]

When Bob realizes he's in love with you, and it sucks even more.

(Bob Reynolds x Avenger Reader) Part 3/?

Part 1 // Part 2

It took you a while before you figured out your true feelings for Bob. Unfortunately for him, he knew from the beginning.

Seriously. From the moment he laid eyes on you in that death trap where you all almost suffered a violent, fiery end, he was gone.

And, let's be honest, terrified.

You were beautiful, formidable, and watched him with this calculating stare that looked like a scowl if he caught it at the right moment. And he understood why. You were keeping your guard up until you were sure who he was and whether you could trust him.

Whatever this feeling brewing was, he knew it was unusual. He knew it was precious. And he knew it was dangerous. How did he know? Well, it was the only thing that hadn't made him feel like utter shit in years.

And, despite everything, he knew that things like happiness and hope were only tools that The Void could use against him. And maybe Void was right — he didn't deserve anything. At least, not anything good.

And you were good. You had a laugh that danced across the room, a sharp wit, and a bravery that he could only dare to dream about possessing one day. He watched you for months, carefully. And then you started talking to him.

It freaked him out. He didn't want it. He didn't want to get closer to you, because he didn't trust himself to handle it right. He couldn't handle anything right. So he withdrew into himself, trying not to give you any reason to want to talk to him more.

But damn it, you kept trying. And then, that one day, he had to give you a reason. He said he was scared. Of you. Which is only half true, because he knew all you really wanted to do was help people. And you quickly proved yourself by helping him, shaking hands and cementing a friendship.

And suddenly, his new family became something more. The others cared about him, looked after him, helped him learn how to live again. But you soon became the thing he lived for. He looked for you every time he walked into a room. He listened to your radio updates on the comms, and he stayed up on nights when you were out on missions. He never said anything to you when you returned — he just wanted to hear the sound of your bedroom door clicking shut, signalling that you were back. (And alive, more importantly.)

You snuck him out to the movies that one time, and he hated it. He couldn't stop thinking of it as a date, which it definitely wasn't, but it gave him this horrific feeling of not knowing how to act. He looked around the room to see if he could get cues on what other couples were doing around them. But then you'd squeezed his arm, and he didn't feel so stressed. (Actually, maybe he didn't hate it at all.)

The nightmares and tiptoeing around his own emotions eased up around you. There was an ease he hadn't felt in...well, ever. And when those old horrors did bubble up, you were always there. Soon, he couldn't imagine how it could have ever been any different.

So yeah, he loved you quickly. But he didn't even know that's what it was until one night, when you'd fallen asleep on the couch. He knew you hated sleeping like that — it made your neck stiff — so he nudged you awake.

You woke up, looked towards him, and smiled. Your eyes were still lidded with sleep, you brushed your hair from your face, and you said, voice throaty, "Hmm. Hey, Bob."

And, honestly, that was it. Nothing profound or anything. He just watched you wake up, like he'd done before. But that was it. He was yours.

Or at least, he would have been. The next day, he walked you to the jet and took your hand in his, because for the first time, he was worried that there was a slight chance you wouldn't come back. You were more than capable, he knew that. But bad things happened to people he cared about — he didn't dare think about what could happen to someone he loved.

But he didn't need to think about it. His nightmares did that for him. That night, his spinning mind was quickly invaded by him. And he brought out the big guns: visions of you, bruised, beaten, brutal fantasies that dripped in blood.

And, for good measure, he even made sure Bob remembered what he'd already done to you during his brief life as Sentry, when he's easily toppled each Thunderbolt, including you, grabbing you by the throat and throwing you away like you were made of nothing.

He woke up yelling, covered in sweat and the sheets torn beneath his hands. There was no way he was sleeping after that. He waited until the sun rose and he heard the first clangs of life in the kitchen. The others were up, but you weren't. You weren't sleeping — you were hiding out in your room, consumed by your new revelation.

You didn't want to lose Bob. Let's face it, you needed him. Just because he told you to be careful, that doesn't mean he loved you too. So then what? You profess your new feelings to someone who's emotionally delicate, they freak out, and the most important connection in your life is gone, just like that?

You decided you would go find him. You could both read each other easily, and if you could just look at his face, you'd know if you were crazy or if there was something there.

Bob, meanwhile, was in the kitchen, listening to Bucky recap the night's antics, but not really listening at all. He was waiting for you to walk through the door, to see your face. If he could see your face, he would know what to do.

Then, you walked into the room. You were tired, wired, and weren't feeling like yourself at all. You looked at Bob. He looked at you. For a second, you thought he was going to cross the room and come to you. If he'd done that, you would have thrown yourself at him, asking him what it all means. But he didn't. He looked at you, then looked away. He ignored you completely, walking towards his spot at the window, and picking up his book.

You must be crazy.

Bob sat in his chair, the book trembling between his hands. He could have torn it in two right then if he wanted to. You'd stood there, so beautiful and brilliant, and he loved you. He loved you, and he couldn't. He wouldn’t let himself. He’d lost his family, his future, his sanity, and himself. He’d just about managed to forgive himself for all that, but this would be the end of him if it ended badly.

He's crazy for even thinking he deserved any part of you.

Next: When you and Bob tried to stay away from each other and failed miserably.

[suiana]

imagine yandere! drider who makes himself at home in the corner of your room one day.

you come home from work, absolutely tired and just wanting to have a break... only to hear a weird scratching sound coming from your room. what the hell could it be? surely it's just your imagination? so you make your way towards your room nonchalantly, pushing the door open and...

"wha-?!"

"oh, darling."

you freeze, staring at this... absolutely gorgeous drider who had made himself at home in the corner of your room... you were originally going to let things be until you saw the many tiny babies on the back of his spider lower body. screaming and throwing your bag at him, you slam your door shut and run away from your room as fast as you could. shit, shit, shit! a spider dilf?!

...you were going to escape until you hit your toe and started crying on the ground. the drider came out of the room (with babies and all) and nursed you back to health.

and that was your first meeting with the hot asf spider dilf in your room.

you later learned that he was surprisingly gentle and didn't mean for you to be scared by his appearance. you wanted to tell him the truth. that well, you weren't scared by his appearance, sure, you were stunned when you saw this whole ass grown dude in your room but he was hot so it doesn't really matter. but rather, his kids scared the hell out of you with their tiny beady eyes. however... you're sure that if you said that, he'd try and kill you. you've seen how caring and loving he is with his tiny spider babies after all.

you've also come to learn that he really loves making intricate web designs. designs that absolutely sparkle when the light hits them in a certain way... they're all so beautiful and mesmerizing that you can't help but compliment him whenever you can.

"hey, your patterns are beautiful as usual dude."

"ah... thank you love."

he blushes, avoiding eye contact as he shakily pulls out a flower from behind his back. right, he's been giving you these gifts at random too. it's cute. well, not when he just started out though. he used to gift you dead rats.

you were horrified when you woke up one day and saw a dead rat on your desk. what the fuck?! your drider roomie didn't seem all too phased, even looking at you expectantly as he waits for a compliment. you had to explain to him that humans don't accept gifts like that. he looked rather deflated the rest of the day after that. talking about how his spouse must hate him and stuff. you didn't know he had a spouse.

you've also realized that he's weirdly overprotective of you.

you can't even go out on dates anymore. or... talk to anyone for that matter. he once threw your phone at a wall when he saw you texting this guy you were planning on meeting up. he also gets all pissy and starts making weird spider sounds while his children crawl around your feet. you were super grossed out by that at first but you've grown used to it by now.

"dude stop, i just want to go on a date!"

"no."

"why?!"

"you already have me! that's why!"

he gets all pouty, arms crossed over his huge tits as he nags you about trying to cheat on him. you never really said anything about that before. surely he's just roleplaying because you sometimes act like his lover by giving him food and asking how he is. but this has gone too far! you have to say something!

"we aren't dating, what are you on about?"

"yeah, because we're married."

what.

you stare at him, jaw dropping as his kids tug on your pants and chat noisily. did he just... say you guys were married? you try searching his face for any lies, only to be hit by the fact that he was serious.

that's when everything starts to suddenly fit together in your mind. the gifts, the name-calling, the fact that his kids love you... damn, maybe it was also because you complimented his webs that solidified his belief that you two were together. you read somewhere that male spiders make patterns to impress potential mates.

"um..."

"hmph! don't go on any dates anymore. i can't believe you keep trying to be unfaithful. our kids will be sad you know!"

damn it, looks like you got yourself a drider husband now.

[lives-in-midgard]

Love you

Pairing: Evan Buckley x reader

Summary: After your and Buck's daughter said something cute you decide to surprise him at work.

Word Count: 730

A/N: Hey guys. This is the last one shot from the Buddie-August. I hope you like it!

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Buddie-August hosted by me and @buckys-wintersoldier

Prompt: with kids

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After you and Buck dated for two years, you became pregnant and now have your beautiful and cute daughter Emma. During your pregnancy Buck was always there for you and protected you even more. He always made sure you were comfortable and not overworked. When Emma was born she began to be the light of your life. Buck loves holding her, cuddling with her and talking to her. She makes you both so happy and you always love to see when she learns something new.

That was one of the reasons why Buck was so sad when he had to go back to work. He was sad that he couldn’t spend as much time with you and Emma anymore and could miss when she does something new. You promised to send him some pictures while he is at work and tell him everything he missed. And when Buck comes back from work, the first thing he does is to kiss and cuddle his little princess. When she started to talk, and her first word was “daddy” Buck was so excited and told everyone. She started saying some random words and making you both laugh which made her laugh too.

Today was one of those days where Buck had a 24 hour shift. He’s been at work since yesterday and is coming back today at the evening. You missed him a lot when he was at work for so long and he missed you, but the good thing is that it means that he has the next two days off and will be at home with you.

The day started as normal as always. Emma woke you up early in the morning, later you had breakfast, then you both went for a walk and Emma took a nap. But then when Emma woke up and you gave her a kiss, she suddenly said something she had never said before.

“love mommy.”

“I love you too honey.” You said excited but then got sad that Buck wasn’t there to hear it.

“Do you want to go to daddy?” You asked and she began to giggle.

“Daddy.”

“Yeah, let’s go see daddy.” You said with a smile and picked her up. You quickly took your bag with everything that you could need and made your way to the car. While driving to the station Emma didn’t stop to say “daddy” because she was so excited.

As you walked into the station your daughter began to giggle because she likes being there and seeing the others. When you walked upstairs and she saw Buck, she immediately said “daddy.” Buck saw you two, began to smile and run over to you.

“Hey my little princess.” He said and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, babe.” Buck greeted you and kissed you. Emma made grabby hands and Buck took her with a smile and hugged her.

“Is this my favorite niece.” Chim said as he walked closer, making Emma giggle. The others greeted you as well.

“Wait, is everything okay?” Buck suddenly asked.

“Yeah, we just missed you and Emma wanted to tell you something.” You said with a grin and Buck smiled at you.

“Oh, is that so?” He asked with a smile, but Emma just laid her head on Bucks shoulder. You chuckled and then said.

“Maybe she says it again.” Buck nodded.

“Are you hungry? We were just about to eat.” Bobby asked and you nodded. You all sat down at the table. You sat next to Buck who was holding his daughter in his arms. After eating you talked a while with Eddie and the others.

“Love daddy.” Emma suddenly said and everyone began to smile.

“Aww, I love you too my little princess.” Buck said with a big smile and hugged her.

“I love you so much.” He said again and was so excited.

“Love daddy.” He gave her a few kisses and looked so happy.

“What about me Emma?” Chim asked but she didn’t say anything, and everyone started to laugh.

“Don’t worry, the day will come and she will say it to you too.” Hen said and you chuckled.

You stayed at the station for a while until they were called to an emergency and had to leave. Buck was so happy that you surprised him and can’t wait to come home later and spend more time with you two.

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[7seas-of-ryy]

Rock Paper Scissors

Author’s Note: I really love the idea of Rhys, Cass, and the reader doing stupid things together :))

Summary: You get in trouble with your High Lord and get sent on a mission as a punishment

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: let me know if I need to add any :)

"How did you get stuck doing this?" Azriel asked you

You were both hiking through a dense rain forrest, in search of a special tree. The wood had some sort of magical powers and even one branch would help the Night Court out.

"Cass and I helped Rhys sneak Nyx out so we could try to fly with him." you told the shadowsinger

"What?!" He responded with a small laugh

You, Cassian, and Rhys all woke up Nyx early from his nap to try and sneak him out. Feyre didn't want him learning how to fly yet but Rhys was so excited. And there were three of you, so you knew Nyx would be safe.

Rhys was on top of the hill with Nyx while you and Cass were at the base of it. Right before his first attempt, Feyre showed up and stopped it. You and Cass took off before she could see you and went back home, leaving Rhys to take all the heat.

You and Cassian were sitting in chairs in the living room pretending you had been there for a long time when Feyre walked in holding Nyx and Rhys was close behind her.

She was yelling at him for a good five minutes before she took a breath.

"He was completely safe, I promise. Just please calm down." Rhys made the mistake of telling her.

"Calm down? You wanted to teach my son to fly without my permission and you're telling me to calm down?!" She screeched

You and Cassian couldn't help but stare and listen as Rhys got scolded.

"No sex for 2 weeks." She told her mate.

"That's not fair at all!" Rhys pouted.

"Oh yeah? Then make it a month!" She told him as she left the room.

At that, you and Cass both let out a laugh you had been desparately trying to hold in. Rhys snapped his head to you both, glaring at the two of you, which caused you both to straighten up.

You pretended to be looking at something on the carpet while Cass pretended to look at the ceiling.

"Ah y/n look at this..." Cassian trailed off, trying to make it look like you two weren't paying attention.

"Oh my, I've never seen such a great ceiling" You added as Rhys came up to you two.

"A great celing?" Rhys questioned

"Yeah I mean, you have outdone yourself. This ceiling is really something." Cass stated trying to get out of it.

"Cass is right, I haven't noticed til now how great it is!" You added

"I know you both were listening in on that. And I also know that you were both with me and tried to get him to fly as well. Seeing as Feyre is punishing me, it is only fitting I punish the both of you." Your High Lord told you both

"He had two missions, one was surveillance and the other was to find this tree with you. Neither of us wanted the surveillance job so we did rock paper scissors and Cass lost." You told Az after explaining everything

"So that's why he was pouting when we left," he huffed a laugh, "well I'm glad its you with me, you're much better company."

A blush rose to your face and he smirked at you. You didn't know what to say so you just continued on. The shadowsinger led you both through the forest, you closely behind him.

After about 20 minutes of walking, your eyes drifted to the male in front of you. You admired his large wings for a few moments then your eyes drifted lower until they reached his-

"I can feel you staring." he spoke suddenly.

"I was not!" you tried to defend yourself but you were most definitely checking him out.

His back was still to you as he spoke again, "It's ok, I check you out when you're not looking too."

Your face must've looked like a tomato at this point.

"Can we just focus on the mission?" you questioned, trying desperately to change the subject.

"It's your lucky day, I see the tree up ahead." He stated

The two of you finally reached the tree and you realized a lot of the lower branches looked rotten. You would have to get a branch that was higher up.

"Come here, I'm gonna lift you up and you can cut one of the branches." he told you

"What?! Why can't you just fly up there or use magic to get it?" You argued.

"Because if I use my magic or fly above the tree, it might alert enemies and we don't know what lives in this forest." He explained.

"Fine" you said while walking over to him.

Before you could ask how he wanted to do it, he was lifting you as if you weighed nothing. He had grabbed your hips lifting you up until you were sitting on his shoulder. You quickly cut one of the branches and dropped it down.

He spun your body around til you were facing him and slowly slid you down his body. He stopped you when you were face to face, your feet not touching the ground. His hands were under you butt, holding you up.

Your breath hitched when you realized how close you two actually were.

After a few seconds, he continued to slide you down his body until your feet hit the ground. You quickly looked away, ending the moment, both of you getting red at what just happened.

"We should get going, we still have a little ways to go until we get to the cottage." He coughed and told you.

"Cottage?" You thought this was just a quick mission and you already had the branch.

"Rhys doesn't want us traveling at night. We haven't searched these areas yet and we don't want to learn the hard way what comes out in the dark." He told you

The pair of you continued on for another hour towards the cabin in silence. You started to feel eery, as if something was watching you. Az's shadows slowly made their way over to you, swirling around you like a shield.

"Y/N!" Az shouted but you couldn't hear him.

A giant ball of water had swept you up and trapped you inside. You couldn't get out no matter how hard you swam. It was taking you in the opposite direction of the shadowsinger.

The burning in your lungs was too painful. Right as you were about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, you felt a tingle in your chest. It was like there was a little ball of energy inside you and you reached for it.

As you touched it, light exploded all around you, no. The light was coming from... you? The bubble of water you were being held captive in burst and you fell, clawing at your throat for air.

Azriel ran to you on the ground, pulling you into his lap.

"Hey, look at me. Just breath, I've got you." He continued whispering encouraging words into your ear as your breath returned to normal.

You finally looked up at the male holding you and felt relief flood your body at the realization that you were safe in his arms. He put his forehead to yours and closed his eyes.

"You're safe, you're alive." He kept repeating as if he was trying to convince himself.

You opened your eyes and and once again realized how close the two of you were. If you leaned just a little bit closer, your lips might touch.

He opened his eyes after a couple moments and you just sat there, gazing into each other's eyes.

This time, it was his turn to break your stares. He looked around making sure there weren't any other threats.

"Lets hurry and get to that cottage. Will you be okay to walk? I can carry you if you would like." Az offered.

"I can walk, lets get going. I don't want to find out anymore about whatever that thing was." You quickly spoke.

You continued the walk to the cottage, this time with Az very close behind you. He was so close, he would brush against you every few minutes and it was driving you crazy.

After almost kissing him twice, his touch was sending you into overdrive. You slowed down at one point so you wouldn't trip over some roots and he bumped into your back. You could've sworn you heard him groan.

Finally, you made it to the cabin and once you both entered and ensured it was safe inside, Az started to get a fire going.

"You need to take off those clothes, they're soaking wet. I can lay them by the fire so they'll dry." He spoke, breaking the long silence between you two.

"Um I didn't know we would be gone for more than one day so I didn't bring any extra clothes." You confessed, feeling unprepared.

"Here, you can wear my extra shirt I brought. I don't have any extra pants but I think it'll be big enough to cover you." He offered.

With a grateful smile, you grabbed the shirt for him and went to change only to realize this was a very tiny cabin. Meaning there was no other room for you to change in privacy.

"Could you...turn around so I can change?" you asked.

"What? Oh uh yeah sorry." He spoke, his cheeks burning.

He turned around and you peeled the soaking wet clothes from you skin and put his large shirt on. It went down to the middle of your thighs.

"Alright you can look" You spoke.

He turned around and his eyes immediately darkened. They trailed up your body admiring the way his clothes fit you. You couldn't help but notice his eyes linger on your bare legs and you could feel the room get hotter but you knew it wasn't from the fire.

"What happened out there?" You finally spoke, your voice barely a whisper

"I'm not sure but I think it might have something to do with the branch? I think it saved you but we can figure that out when we get back to the Night Court tomorrow. Right now I'm just concerned with making sure you're safe and warm." Az stated firmly

You were still standing on opposite sides of the room, both unsure of what to do next. He hadn't taken his eyes off of you for even a second since turning around.

"Well I'm safe now, but how will you help me warm up?" you asked with a soft smile.

Azriel started to stalk towards you, so slowly. He had a hunger in his eyes and you felt excitement grow in your stomach.

He stopped once he was standing right in front of you, his hand playing with the hem of his shirt you were wearing.

"I had a few ideas." He growled

Before he could fully finish his last word, you leapt forward slotting your lips on his. He lifted you up as you kissed and walked over to the fire. He slowly laid you down on the floor next to it, quickly laying on top of you to continue kissing you.

The pair of you stayed like that for a while, enjoying the feel of the other's lips. Eventually you pulled apart for some much needed air.

"I'm really glad I beat Cass in rock, paper, scissors." you said with a smile before pulling Az back down to you.

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[karasuno-planet]

Taking care of you

Kageyama x manager!reader who gets migraines !

warnings: migraine pain, vision loss

wc: 0.8k

summary: self-assured reader gets a horrible migraine and needs help, despite never asking for it. (pre-established relationship w/ kageyama) (fem!reader)

a/n: I LOVE THE HAIKYUU FANDOM SMMMM <333 you guys are my favs. requests open !! and the tsukki academic rivals fic is in the works for anyone wondering...

(gif not mine !)

One thing you had quickly learned while dating Kageyama is that he's not one for public displays of affection. You certainly weren't secret, hell pretty much everyone knew and was talking about you two, but you kept it private. Especially in front of his opponents. That's why it came as such a shock when you felt his arms aroudn you suddenly in the middle of a practice match.

To say you had a migraine that day was an understatement. Three days into the trining camp, in excruciating heat working late to help the team reform their entire strategies form the bottom up— you were exhausted.

But you were used to the migraines. It was something you could handle. The team is already under so much stress, especially Tobio. His sets hadn't been satisfactory, and he was re-learning everything he already knew from scratch. You couldn't imagine the pressure you knew he already felt, so keeping the pressure of your aching head a secret was nothing in comparison.

That doesn't mean nobody noticed, though. Walking into the first practice set of the day, Coach Ukai made a comment.

"Y/n, are you feeling okay?"

"Yes! Feeling good..."

"Okay, just let me know if you need to take a breather or something."

Had you already been exposed? The last thing you wanted was to be a burden on the team, but the floaters in your vision were a bit hard to ignore. And when the ringing in your ears set in, it got worse. Much worse.

By the third set of the day, you weren't faring well. You stood on the sidelines, taking notes on gameplay, when your vision started to black out completely. You widened your eyes to realize you couldn't see a thing. Your head pounding, you focused all your energy on just staying on your feet.

A deep voice yelled out, "Y/n? Are you okay?"

You recognized it as Daichi's voice, "Don't worry Daichi, I'm just fine..."

You heard Asahi chime in, "uh.. That was Kuroo talking...on the other side of the court..."

Before you knew it, Kageyama rushed off the court, running towards you and supporting you with his hand on your back, "Damn y/n, you can't see a thing, can you?" You recognized his touch and sent in front of you immediately.

"I'm okay, really."

"Sure.." he dismissed you. "I've got you okay? Must be scary, not being able to see..." he mumbled. "Can you walk if I support you? Here.." He started slowly helping you walk towards the exit of the gym.

"KAGEYAMA!" Hinata shouted, "What's going on??"

He sighed, looking back at the court, "She gets bad migraines, but she'll be okay, don't worry."

There was a collective sigh and chatter resumed across the volleyball court now that everyone understood the issue. Some players were wishing you well, but you could hear next to nothing with the ringing in your ears.

"I'm walking her to her room," Kageyama declared to Coach Ukai before continuing to support you to walk.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. SUGAWARA, get in there."

Suga jolted into action, stepping onto the court to fill Kageyama's place.

And that's the last moment you could clearly make out before you woke up.

You were laying on your back, a cold towel draped across your forehead and a blanket over your body. Tobio sat on the floor next to your bed, and turned around to face you quickly when you heard you moving.

"Y/n," he whispered. "Here, have some water." He handed you a bottle of ice water and you took a couple sips.

"Thank you..."

"No problem, but, why didn't you tell me something was wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to distract you."

"That's ridiculous, your migraines are serious and I deserve to know."

"You're right, I'm sorry."

You felt his hand slowly wrap around yours, "No, I...I've been so stressed out and mad at myself I didn't even realize what that might do to you. So absorbed in my own world..."

"My migraine is not your fault Tobio."

"Drink some more," he pushed the water towards you, noticeably keepin ghis voice low and soft to not irritate your head.

You took another sip and sighed, "I'm serious. You have nothing to do with it."

"Regardless, I have everything to do with it now. I'm not leaving your side until you're back to one hundred percent, okay?"

"You don't need to do that."

"But I'm going to," he assured you, squeezing your hand tightly in his, "besides, I'm lucky to be your nurse when you've got quite a few people eager to see you..."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I don't think those guys have ever whispered in their lives," he chuckled softly, "I told them to piss off until I say you're ready."

"You're the best, Tobio."

"I know."

Before you could even open your mouth to thank him, he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and set you back in your thoughts.

"I don't mind taking care of you, you know."

[masterlist]

[moghedien]

HONESTLY THO can we talk about the angst of Aylin and Isobel’s separation from Isobel’s side of things

Because the angst from Aylin’s side is there and obvious and very very clearly a huge motivation for her actions and yeah it’s great. But Aylin is the immortal. Aylin was always going to be the one that watched Isobel die. They both always knew this, it just happened way before they expected and caused a whole lot of turmoil. And even with all her angst, Aylin is certain that Isobel is dead and not coming back. She saw her body. She probably saw her buried. She probably saw many of Ketheric’s vile attempts to bring her back before she was imprisoned. Isobel is dead and not coming back. Losing Isobel and then spending a century being tortured and bound as a means of helping Ketheric maintain profane power and immortality is like…so much and it’s driving her passion and anger when you meet her, but it’s also very obvious that’s what’s going on when you have the context. And when you have the context, it’s clear and it’s obvious to see.

But Isobel’s angst is just so subtle and steeped in uncertainty.

Isobel woke up and it seems like she didn’t even realize she had died. She describes it as nothing and then waking up. She doesn’t know how she died. She doesn’t remember dying at all. She just knows she woke up and it was a 100 years later and everything was very, very different.

Her father had been a Selunite when she died, and now he was gone from Selune to Shar to Myrkul. He went from being a seemingly good man and leader to a mass murdering undead necromancer who seemingly began committing atrocity after atrocity as soon as her tomb was shut. He destroyed her home, her community and everyone in it, and defiled everything she has ever held dear. Apparently for her, even.

She has basically no answers for how any of this happened or what is going on, she just flees and hides until she can create a sanctuary for people who seem more or less to stumble in the dark too.

Like all of that has to be terribly confusing and consuming her mind, but that would only be made worse by her learning about Aylin.

Because Aylin isn’t supposed to die.

Isobel is supposed to be the one that would die one day. Aylin is immortal. They both knew this. Everyone that knew about them knew this. But then suddenly she’s waking up 100 years later in a very different world to her very changed father telling her that Aylin is dead.

It’s impossible, but looking at everything else that seemed to happen while she was “sleeping,” maybe it isn’t. Maybe Aylin is dead. Maybe somehow her immortal demigod mate died.

But maybe not

The only thing telling her that Aylin died is Ketheric who is now very clearly an unreliable source. Maybe he’s right. Maybe he isn’t. She literally has no way to know.

So if Ketheric is lying, then where’s Aylin? Did she somehow become corrupted like everything else she used to love? Is she being held prisoner? Did she just leave and move on once Isobel died? Again, she has little to indicate what could have happened. For all she knows, Aylin is off somewhere being the love of some other cleric’s life. It’s been 100 years after all.

And the worst part is that she has two pieces of evidence on Aylin’s fate that seem to contradict each other. She has her father telling her that Aylin is long dead. Then she has Marcus. Someone that she knew and interacted with before you arrive at Last Light, arriving with a newly acquired set of wings. She doesn’t know where those wings came from, of course. But her father sends a goon to kidnap her with a set of wings they didn’t have even days ago? She would suspect the source. She would know that he was being intentional about that. So where would he have gotten a fresh set of wings if the only angel around was long dead?

While Aylin is no doubt like tragic in this situation, she never ever had reason to hope Isobel was alive. She never suspects it. All of her angst around Isobel is mourning and vengeance.

Isobel on the other hand has no idea what happened to Aylin. Aylin isn’t supposed to be able to die, and yet she’s dead. She’s supposed to be dead, yet Ketheric seems to be getting fresh body parts from her. He seems to be doing that, but it could be lies to trick her. Aylin might be alive and well. Aylin might be dead. Aylin might be evil and corrupted. Aylin might be helping Ketheric for all she knows. Isobel has no way of knowing anything and the worst part is, she can’t go try to figure it out.

If she leaves, everyone in the inn will die. Even if she somehow can leave without innocents dying, she can’t put herself anywhere near Ketheric since he clearly seems willing to hurt her emotionally now. He’ll probably do more the next time he has a chance. Who knows what he would do to make her stay if she went looking for answers there. Who knows what damage he could do if she gets the one thing he wanted.

Literally all Isobel can do is sit at the inn and pray to Selune for answers, or better yet for Aylin.

But Selune doesn’t seem to be providing the answers she wants, and if you play as a Selunite, Isobel hints at how much that is angering her.

[shysuccubusstuff]

itto's special days:

Content: Female reader (so female anatomy), size kink, heat, breeding kink.

Note: I'm still trying to learn how to write more gender neutral stuff but I always end up making it so difficult to imagine any other thing :(( I'm sorry for those that do not read this type of content! This is kinda messy, so any suggestions are abs valid! This is not revised so there may be grammar issues or simiar stuff :(

Itto is always so naive and innocent that it is no surprise that when you finally get enough courage to ask him out, he doesn't even think about it, quickly saying yes to your confession despite the surprised looks of the gang.

The first days are just the same as before you and him were partners, running around Inazuma having fun while avoiding that Itto got in trouble in any type of way. At first it was fun, at least you didn't have to endure that ankward phase during the first period of time when the couple has recently begin, but you desired for both of you to get some alone time, so you finally decided to talk it with the rest of the gang (except itto), they all quickly agreed, even apologizing for not being able to read the room, so they decided to give you a few days for you to spend time with him.

The next morning you woke up, losing no time to get to itto's home, he was still slept when you arrived, so you entered, he was still laying in bed, sheets tangled around his legs and body, mouth slightly open and messy hair pointing all directions. You let a small laugh out, he looked so cute and goofy at the same time, as if he had heared you, his body suddenly moved, the sheets allowing you to see his whole chest exposed, his muscles flexing as he moved, why was it getting kind of...perverted?

You decided to leave him be, going to buy a few ingredients to make him something to eat as some kind of loving act, but when you arrived everything went downhill...

Itto was in his bed still, but now he was completely awaken, body sweating buckets, hair sticking to his body, the sheets were laying on the floor and itto kept on moving in his bed, you quickly left the ingredients and sat close to him, putting your hands on his forehead, his temperature was so high that it was almost scary.

"Hey Itto, are you ok?" You asked, your voice a little shacky from the tense moment, he slowly turned, eyes foggy and dilatated pupils.

"Hey... oh uhm... yeah, just kinda... sick? I think I caugh something last night after throwing myself into the sea... not a good idea, I should have listened to you all" He chuckled a little, trying to turn around in the bed, the sheets were still tangled around his body, so he was unable to completely move. You got close to him, helping him to move around and acommodating the sheets so he had no trouble moving. He smiled softly, not talking as much as he did the rest of days.

"Compadre, you should not come here, it would be real bad if you got sick you know? I'm a strong oni, so of course I have no issue with some little cold--" Just as he said that, he almost faded, eyes completely unfocused and a lost expression.

"Itto, you're definitly not good by yourself, just wait a moment, I'll go buy some medicine!" You were about to leave the room, but he quickly grabbed you, his hand feeling extremely hot, his grip was strong, but he quickly weakened it as soon as he realized how much pressure he had made on your small wrist (at least compared to her big hand).

"Could you...stay with me? I mean, I think I'm feeling a lil' better since you came..." Itto's eyes looked almost like the ones of a puppy, big and teary eyes, you were perhaps way too enchanted with him to realize how Itto's marks (the ones that surrounded all of his body) were starting to get... larger? Their colour was changing to a darker tone of red, even his horns were a little bigger than usual. You allowed him to push you closer to him, perhaps way too close for what you were used to be. He let you stay there, maybe too far from him as he would like, but he was not as sick as to not realize how tense you were. So he tried to hide it, his raging erection hurting a little under the sheets, almost making him cry everytime his member made any type of contact against the fabric. He tried to hard to control himself, you had started to go out not long time ago, so of course he couldn't just jump on top of you, taking you right there and now! That was until you decided to get (way too) close to him, your hand caressing his forehead, your other hand supporting yourself on his chest, the clothes that you were wearing allowed him to catch a small glimpse of your chest, his mind getting even more foggy just from imagining how he wanted to take you from the hips and kiss that beautiful skin that was making him lose the little sanity he had left. So he just did, he suddenly moved, his big hands surrounding your hips, he took your whole body as if you were made of the lightest material and put you on top of him, his erection pushing against your butt, his hand running against your clothing.

"Hey... I'm so sorry baby, I... I think my uh... my oni nature is kind of awaking?... Grandma told me a little about it but I never paid too much attention cause... you know, I'm the great Itto, of course I was not going to fall for some dumb inherent thing, you know?... My...my mind is so dizzy right now, it's just like that time when the gang tried to celebrate by drinking so much sake..." He tried to speak, his words sometimes mumbled rather than spoken. You tried to pay attention to his words, you really tried, but the feeling of both his member against your lower half and how there was a lingering sweet smell surrounding the air made it so difficult, you were also starting to feel light-headed.

"Do you...do you think you can help me, baby? Please...I'll promise I'll control it better next time, but my...thing is hurting so bad, will you help me please? Pretty please, I'm sure your cute little womb can help me, yeah?" His fangs were bigger, somehow resembling more the ones that onis tended to have in paintings. You silently nodded, your body was in flames and your head was not that able to make cohesive sentences. Just as soon as he saw you nod, he quickly got on top of you, uncovering his completely naked body, his muscles were shiny from the sweat that was running down his whole body, he lost no time, his hands pulling from your clothes and somehow breaking all the clothes that were getting in the way of what he wanted so badly. There you were, under him, your body was completely naked, you tried to hide it a little, kind of ashamed as it was the first time that he had seen you completely naked, but he quickly took your hands, putting each on the sides of your head and kissing your lips, you were able to feel his raging erection on your stomach.

"I'm sorry... I don't think I'll be able to keep it any longer, but I promise it won't hurt, the oni heat is able to cause some kind of fake heat on normal humans..." Despite the whole situation, Itto was still as innocent as always, always caring about the people he loved and trying to avoid hurting them as much as possible. He positioned his length and slowly inserted, letting a deep groan when he finally put his whole thing inside of you, he was making you feel stuffed, almost making you cry from the overstimulation.

Without losing any more time, he took your body, letting your legs be wrapped around his torso and moving his hips as if he was only able to chase his own release, the whole bedroom was surrounded with dirty sounds, from moans to slaps that formed from the contact of your bodies. Your slick allowed him to move as fast as he wanted, his hands still intertwined with yours, his mind was completly lost at that point, only being able to hear small beggings and pleas from him "Baby... i love you so much... i love you i love you... let me fill you up... let me get that pretty pussy filled with my seed... i'll be such a good father... god, you're taking me so good... i'm sorry i'm sorry... i'm being so rough with you... but I don't think I would be able to stop even if I wanted..." You were able to feel how his member started to twitch, so you knew he was close to releasing himself, he suddenly moved you, he was still on top of you but you were somehow able to see his whole chest and face on top of you, your brain had turned into mush by the moment you were able to hear Itto babble something "Gonna cum, gonna make you a mommy... God you're so pretty... so pretty baby..." Just as soon as you felt his seed filling your womb, he kissed your neck, leaving bitting marks all over it and then kissing your lips, your body becoming limp as soon as he filled you, almost feeling as if your tummy had also been filled.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, he took you in between his arms, your bodies still sticky from all the "exercise" you both had done. "I uh...kinda went overboard there... I swear that as soon as I gain some strength in my legs i'll go running to get you something... I'm sorry for being so rough baby... My mind kind of... blacked out?" He peppered some kisses all over your face, cleaning some of the salive that fell from your lips during the whole thing. He put you on top of his chest, being able to hear his rapid heartbeat against your ear, making you quickly doze off.

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Easier When Unknown

Summary: Danny could have imagined his life would be interesting after everyone learned his secret, but he didn't think it would be this different.

Author's Note: A phic phight fanfiction! Here are the two prompts:

AU where no one knew Danny was Phantom until PP (or some alternate big reveal of the author's choice). Sam and Tucker are sure that a famous hero like Danny Phantom is too cool to be their friend again, especially since they haven't talked since before freshman year of high school. Danny just wants to be part of the trio again and has no idea how to ask.

Danny finds out that Sam's been being bullied at school and has been hiding it from him and Tucker out of embarrassment.

...

Danny’s life definitely didn’t get easier after his identity was revealed, but it didn’t get that much harder, which was good.  Right?

Or, well, that was a little bit of an oversimplification.  His life definitely got harder in a lot of ways.  People stared at  him wherever he went.  Suddenly all of the popular kids at school wanted to be best friends with him, like he couldn’t see through that change of pace from a mile away.  There were news stations constantly vying for the first interview with the half-ghost kid who defeated the Ghost King.

But his parents stopped hunting him.  And they were going to try to work things out.  And Jazz revealed that she’d actually known for a while now, and that made her more ready to adapt to everything, and she didn’t treat him like anything had changed.

And all of that kind of evened it out, at the end of the day.  Even if he wasn’t exactly sure he was ready to go from town’s enemy to world’s hero.

Because that was another part of this: word of Amity Park, ghosts in general, and what he’d done had been spreading like wildfire since he’d put Pariah Dark back in his coffin.  Suddenly everyone was talking about him, and everyone knew him, and, as stated with the aforementioned journalists, everyone wanted to talk to him.  He woke up every day to see news trucks that were local and ones that were very much not right outside his house.  He’d flown intangibly to school every day for the past month.

Ancients, all this fame needed to die down soon.  He wasn’t sure how much more of it he could take.

He was often so caught up in everything changing all at once, however, that he didn’t have much of a chance to think about things he might want to happen.  Which was why he was a little caught off guard that morning.  He was running from the daily mob of screaming girls who wanted his autograph (which was never something he thought he’d get sick of), and after getting at least a little bit of a lead on them, he turned intangible and dove through the door to the janitor’s closet, then turned back to normal and rested his hands on his knees, panting slightly to catch his breath.

“Uh,” came a very familiar female voice, and Danny’s head shot up.  He found standing on the other side of the closet the one part of his life that hadn’t changed.

And for a long, long moment, he and Sam and Tucker just stared at each other.

Danny’s feelings about Sam and Tucker had never been more mixed.  They really were the one aspect of his life that stayed the same post identity-reveal-to-the-entire-world, and he couldn’t decide whether to thank them for the consistency or be pissed at them for the audacity.

Because he hadn’t talked to Sam and Tucker since the beginning of Freshman year.

And then his secret was revealed to the entire world.

And he still hadn’t talked to Sam and Tucker since the beginning of Freshman year.

“Uh,” Danny said finally, because they couldn’t just all keep staring at each other.  “Hi.”

“Hey,” Tucker said.  Sam nodded in acknowledgement.

Really, guys.  Work with him a little bit, please?

“Are you hiding from people too?” Danny asked, pushing himself up using his knees.

“Yeah,” Sam said.

“I didn’t think you’d be hiding from anyone anymore,” Tucker said, and Danny didn’t miss the tinge of bitterness in his voice.

“Um,” Danny said.  He didn’t seem to have any more words for Sam and Tucker than he had a year and a half ago.

“Danny!” came from outside the closet, and Danny whirled around instinctually.  “Get back here!  What makes you think you can run from me?”

“Hey you mind if I hang out here for a bit cool thanks,” Danny said, moving across the closet until he was right across from Sam and Tucker.  A second later, the door handle started jiggling, and Danny turned intangible, even though he could feel Sam and Tucker’s stares.

The door swung open and Paulina poked her head in.

“Oh, it’s just you two,” she said, disappointment obvious in her voice.  A second later, she perked up.  “Hey, you haven’t seen Danny, have you?”

“No,” Sam said, crossing her arms.  “Would you back off?  We’re trying to hide in a closet here.”

Paulina laughed.  “Sure, okay.  Have fun, losers.”  She slammed the door after herself.

Danny dropped the intangibility as soon as she was gone with a sigh of relief.  “Thanks,” he said to Sam and Tucker.

“Don’t mention it,” Sam grumbled, and leaned back against the shelf behind her.  “I’m surprised you didn’t want to see her, though.”

“Honestly, yeah,” Tucker agreed, giving him a weird look.  “Never thought I’d see the day you’d turn down Paulina.”

“It’s not that,” Danny said.  “I mean she… she’s not…”

The warning bell rang, and all three of them looked towards the door, where they could hear it outside.  For a second afterwards, none of them moved.

Sam did first, pushing herself off the shelf.  “Bye,” she said, starting towards the door.  Tucker followed her closely.

Danny tried not to make his deflation obvious.  “Yeah, okay,” he muttered.  He turned intangible again, and slipped through the floor, rather than try and go past them.

It was only when he actually made it to his homeroom that he realized he still had no idea why Sam and Tucker were in that closet.

…

“Hey, Fenturd— I mean Fenton!”

Danny heaved an internal sigh and looked up from his tray of food to find Dash and Kwan walking up to his table.

“Are these seats taken?” Dash asked with a grin, gesturing at the as-of-yet empty table around him.  He’d gotten to lunch early in order to try and hang on to one.

“Yeah,” Danny said to Dash, leaning over to rest his chin on his hand in what was intended to be a representation of how little he wanted them here.  “I’m holding it for all of the ghosts that are going to show up during lunch and blast you across the room.”

“Ha, you’re a riot Fenton!” Dash said, completely ignoring Danny’s tone and face and sliding into the seat next to him.  Danny cringed and didn’t bother to hide it, sliding as far away from Dash as he could.  Unfortunately, Dash just slid right down after him, which resulted in Danny nearly being pushed off the bench and Dash not noticing.

Kwan followed his lead and took the seat across from Danny, meaning Danny was forced to look in boredom to the side to avoid both of their gazes.  He waited a couple extra seconds, but eventually it became clear that neither of them were going to move.  So, Danny sighed, resigned himself to his life, and picked up one of his terrible school-lunch chicken nuggets.

“So, we were both thinking that maybe you could come watch one of our practices!” Dash called, slinging an arm around Danny’s shoulder.  “The football team’s, I mean.”

“Why would I do that?” Danny asked, making his shoulder go intangible just long enough for Dash’s arm to fall through.

“Well I mean, it would be neat to have you there,” Dash said, glancing across the table at Kwan.  “Right Kwan?”

“Totally,” Kwan agreed with a grin of his own.  “And I mean, you’re pretty good with athletic stuff.  You know, when you’re a cool ghost fighting superhero and not a weak dweeb.  Maybe you could come as Phantom, you know, show us some tricks!”

“Gee, that sounds great,” Danny deadpanned.  “So am I just supposed to ignore the insults in there, or…?”

“Hey,” came Paulina’s voice, and Danny turned around to see her walking up behind them all.  “Can’t you two leave him alone?  It’s clear he doesn’t want to be bothered by you.”

Danny blinked in surprise.  He really hadn’t expected Paulina to pick up on that.  Maybe she actually—

“He’d clearly rather be sitting with me!” Paulina said, reaching down and pulling Danny up by his arm.

“Okay, that’s it!”  Danny went intangible again and slipped out of Paulina’s grasp, then grabbed his lunch and walked out of the room, straight through the doors without bothering to open them.

He made his way out to the front steps of the school and sat down, and managed to get through at least a couple bites before he remembered the reason eating outside was also a bad idea.  The reminder came in the form of a reporter and a camera man leaping out from what he thought was a normal van sitting across the street.

“Mr Fenton!” called one of them as he ran up towards the steps.  “Or would you prefer Mr Phantom?”

“I’d prefer solitude,” Danny snapped, leaning back and away from them both.

“Oh absolutely!  Just a couple of quick questions first of course, you wouldn’t mind.”

The door slammed open behind them, and Danny prepared himself for Dash or Paulina again when, to his surprise, Mr Lancer stepped down the steps and stopped right in front of him.

“You’re on school property,” he said, crossing his arms.  “You have two minutes to get back in your van and drive away or I am calling the police.”

“Sir, can I ask, how long have you known that one of your students is dead?” the reporter asked, shoving a mic in Lancer’s face.

Lancer raised an eyebrow and pulled out his phone, then started dialing 911.  Thankfully, the reporters turned and ran back across the street before he could finish.

Lancer turned back around as soon as they were gone.  “Are you alright?” he asked, casting a concerned look down at Danny.

“Fine,” Danny muttered, picking up his tray and climbing to his feet.  “You know.  Great.”

Lancer looked at him for another second, then said, “Mr Fenton, come and eat your lunch in my classroom.”

“What?  Why?”

“You can sit out of view from my door,” Lancer said.  “It’ll give you a break from the crowds.”

Danny felt a knot in his chest loosen.  “Really?”

Lancer gave him a sympathetic frown.  “I can’t imagine it’s an easy thing to deal with all the time,” he said.  He opened the door again and gestured for Danny to go first, so he did.

And for the first time in a while, he ate his lunch in silence.

…

He wasn’t expecting to see Sam and Tucker again that day.  Most of the time his time at school was spent avoiding every single person he possibly could.  The morning incident in the janitor’s closet had been a once in a blue moon event.

But, as fate would have it, there was a ghost attack during the last period, and after going and taking care of it (just the Box Ghost showing up as an irritation), he landed behind the school to find Sam and Tucker leaning against the wall and talking.

And while he’d originally come back here to try and avoid all of the cheers he’d get going right back into class, he was sort of regretting that decision now.

Sam and Tucker were clearly deep in conversation, but they noticed when he landed right in front of them, and then they all got to do a lovely repeat of that morning’s staring at each other.

“Hiding again?” Tucker asked eventually.

Danny nodded.  “You too?”

Sam nodded.

Danny gave them a curious look.  “From what?”

“Danny!”

Danny groaned audibly this time, as Star ran around the side of the building and straight for him.

“That was so cool the way you just flew off like that!” she called.  “Not a second thought to how you might be putting yourself in danger!”

“Yeah, thanks,” Danny said, already starting to fly away.  “Make my excuses in class, will you?  Got to get this really dangerous ghost back to the portal right away and send him through to the ghost zone.  Great thanks bye!”

He flew off maybe a little bit too quickly for the given situation, but he couldn’t stand another second there, and school was basically over anyway.  He made it home pretty quickly, and thankfully wasn’t stopped by any news outlets on the way, though that was likely because he made the whole trip while intangible.

But while he made it inside without any fuss, as soon as he flew down to the lab he was greeted with his parents working on what looked like a weapon of some kind.

He winced.  He was never quite able to stop the touch of fear that came with his parents working on a ghost weapon.  After a second, though, he floated down to the ground anyway and changed back from his ghost form.

Both his parents startled and looked over at him.

“Danny,” his mom said.  “You’re back early.”

“Yeah uh, ghost fight in last period,” Danny muttered, heading over towards the portal and attaching the thermos to it.  “School was already basically over, so I just came home.”  He hit the button on the side of the portal and sent the Box Ghost flying into the portal, crying out dramatically all the way.

“Well that’s nice,” Mom said, the tension in her voice obvious.

“Yeah, uh, anyway I have homework,” Danny said, starting for the steps.  He had a feeling flying up through the ceiling wouldn’t be a great idea right now.

“Will we see you for dinner, Danno?” Dad asked.  “We were hoping to all eat together tonight.”

Danny tightened his grip on the railing of the stairs.  “Okay.”

He considered asking what they’d be having, but given the tension in the room he really didn’t think he could spend much more time in the lab.

So instead, he just said “See you later,” and headed upstairs.

It’s not that his parents had reacted badly to the Phantom news.  They’d done the important stuff, they’d given him a huge apology and stopped actively hunting him.  But none of them seemed to really know where they stood with each other anymore.  Danny didn’t logically think they were going to hurt him anymore, but it was difficult to get rid of that fear response that for the longest time, it made sense to have.

But at the same time, he could tell it made them feel guilty to see him be scared of them.  Jazz said it wasn’t his fault, and she was probably right.  But he still hated it.

He started first for his bedroom, and made it part of the way through the living room when the front door opened and Jazz sprinted in, slamming the door shut on nearly a dozen reporters.  Danny could still hear their voice through the door after it shut.  Some were asking how it felt to be the brother of a hero, some were asking how long she’d known and how she’d found out, and some were asking how it felt to know her brother was dead.

Jazz heaved out a breath, though all of the reporters were still easily heard through the windows.  Then she looked up and met eyes with Danny.

“Oh hey,” she said, clearly still exhausted.  “How was school?”

Danny didn’t respond, instead gazing out the gap in the curtains to the people shoving cameras in it.

“Sorry,” he said to Jazz.

“Oh, don’t you dare,” Jazz said.  “I know you hate them as much as I do.”

Danny sighed and looked down.  “Yeah.”

“Are you doing okay?” Jazz asked hesitantly.  “I’m sure it’s… a lot.”

Danny snorted.  “Understatement.”

Jazz smiled a little.  “Yeah.”

Danny turned to face her more directly, chewing on his lip.  He’d avoided the topic with her so far, mostly because too much was going on, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t been desperately curious.  “Can I…” he said hesitantly.  “Can I be like one of those awful reporters and ask you how you found out?”

Jazz rolled her eyes.  “Don’t be ridiculous.  You’re not a reporter, you’re my brother.  And I know if I tell you it’s not going to end up on the 5:00 news.”

She paused, and turned and glanced out the windows for a moment.  “You want to go upstairs, though?”

“Yes,” Danny said immediately.

So they both ended up in Jazz’s room, sitting next to each other on her bed, with the curtains drawn tight in case the helicopters came back.

“I found out during the Spectra thing,” Jazz started.  “I spotted you transforming.”

Danny nodded, thinking about that.  “Okay,” he said quietly.  “And… why didn’t you say anything?”

“I wanted to wait until you wanted to tell me,” Jazz said.  She sighed, and glanced towards the windows.  “I guess that didn’t really work out.”

“No,” Danny muttered.  “But… I appreciate the sentiment.”

Jazz turned to look at him, concerned.  “Are you doing okay?  I mean, obviously not, just… you know.”

“Oh no, I’m fine,” Danny said, rolling his eyes.  “I always hoped that everyone would learn my secret in the aftermath of an exhausting battle when I was definitely not prepared for them to learn, and then I’d be hounded by literally everyone who suddenly feels entitled to my attention and my time.  Dream come true, this is.”

“I’m really sorry it turned out this way,” Jazz said quietly.

Danny sighed.  “Me too.”

“Is there anything I could do to be helpful?” Jazz asked.

“Do you know if anyone’s figured out time travel yet?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Dammit.”

There was a moment of silence, and Jazz said, “I mean it.”

Danny shook his head.  “There’s nothing you could do that you aren’t already doing,” he said.  “You’re not looking at me different.  Like your entire worldview’s been flipped on its head.  Which, I mean I guess for a lot of people it has, but… still.  It’s nice that you’re not.”

Jazz was quiet for a moment, and then she reached over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.  And despite how totally lame it was to hug his sister, Danny did the same back.

“Still, if you want me to stand in between you and anyone, just let me know,” Jazz said.

“I wouldn’t ask you do that,” Danny said, pulling back, though he was smiling a little.  “I can just fly away from the news vans, and go intangible to get away from the helicopters.  And Lancer already gave me permission to hide in his office during school hours if I ever need to.”

“Good,” Jazz said with a nod.  She paused for a second, and Danny got the feeling she was about to ask something delicate.  He was proven right when a second later she said, “And what about Sam and Tucker?”

“What about them?” Danny said, glaring away.  “We’ve said about ten words to each other since everything happened.  And about half of them are ‘um.’”

…Okay, so maybe he’s a little more bitter than he realized.  He sighed.

“I can’t expect everything to suddenly change,” he said, turning back to Jazz.  “Our falling out had nothing to do with Phantom.”

Or, it technically did.  Their falling out had been because he constantly ditched them and left mid-way through hangouts.  Because he was Phantom, and had to go fight whatever ghost had shown up.  But they didn’t know that at the time.  And it had been over a year since they’d talked.  They had probably moved on.

“You should still talk to them,” Jazz said.  “And I mean really talk to them.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t see much of an opportunity for that in between getting interrupted every ten seconds, either by classmates or reporters,” Danny said.  He paused, and turned to look at Jazz as a realization struck him.  “Hey, how are you doing with all that, by the way?  It doesn’t look like the reporters are leaving you alone.”

“They’re definitely not,” Jazz said.  “But I can handle myself.  Besides, they tend to leave me alone as soon as they see you.”

Danny smiled a bit.  “Glad I can take that off your shoulders for you.”

“Oh yeah, if anything you owe me,” Jazz said with a smile.  “After everything I did for you?”

“I think I’ve saved your life three times now.”

“Do my dishes for a month and we’re even.”

Danny snorted.  “Sure, you got it.”  He took a deep breath, feeling lighter than he had when he got home.

“Hey, thanks, Jazz,” he said, looking over at her.  “You’re surprisingly easy to talk to.”

“Anytime,” Jazz said, smiling warmly at him.  “I mean it.”

…

The next day didn’t start much better, with flying invisibly to school and hiding in various places until first period starts, but Danny found himself in a better mood despite it.  Talking with Jazz had helped, and knowing he’d have a quiet place to eat lunch helped too.

He still didn’t love being swarmed in the halls on his way to his first period after the warning bell rang, though.  Maybe he could use his well-established reputation for being late for everything and just hide until the halls were empty between classes.

…Or would that not work anymore because everyone knew the reason?

Well, he’d give it a shot anyway.

First period was uneventful, thankfully, aside from everyone spending the period staring at him while he was trying to focus, which was nothing new.  He could tell it was irritating both him and the teacher, however, because eventually he set his chalk down from writing math equations on the board.

“Anyone who doesn’t stop staring at Mr Fenton loses an entire letter grade on the next test,” he snapped.  “This is school, this is not your free time.  Mr Fenton, thank you for at least trying to pay attention.”

“Anytime,” Danny deadpanned, because he wasn’t about to turn down a compliment from a teacher, and he really was trying.

Apparently the threat of losing a letter grade was only enough to sway a couple students, though, likely the ones who hadn’t entirely given up on their grades like he had.

(Although maybe the administration would go easier on him now…?)

Either way, he managed to get at least some of the notes down by the end of the class, and going up to the teacher to ask if there was anything else he absolutely needed to have written down seemed to put him on his better side.  Being a teacher’s favorite was also something he wasn’t used to.

And as a second bonus, staying behind and finishing the notes resulted in a late pass, meaning he could wait until everyone had filed out of the hallway.

Or at least, he thought that’s what he was doing.

Instead, as he turned a corner towards his next period, he stumbled across Dash shoving someone inside a locker.  And instead of adding him to the bunch like he used to, when Dash spotting him he brightened.

“Fenton!  You want to help me stuff these losers in here?”

“Not really,” Danny said, starting over towards them to help out whoever he was bullying.  “You know, if you’re really trying to get on my good side, you might try—” he stopped as he reached the locker.

Well, apparently Dash really didn’t care about getting on his good side, because staring back out at him were Sam and Tucker.

“Uh, hey Danny,” Tucker said, waving at him from inside the locker.

Danny turned back to Dash, raising an eyebrow in what hopefully came across as “are you fucking kidding me.”

“Aw, come on, you’re not trying to say you still care about these losers,” Dash said, like the very idea was ridiculous.  “You can hang out with anyone you want now!  By the way, you’re still coming to football practice later, right?”

“Probably not,” Danny snapped.  He held a hand out to Tucker, who grabbed it.  Danny turned him intangible and pulled Tucker out until he could stand on the floor.

Tucker looked a little off balance after he let go, but Sam still grabbed his hand when he offered the same to her.

“Okay,” Tucker said as Danny set Sam down.  “A little warning next time maybe?”

“Sorry,” Danny said.  He glared back over at Dash.  “Beat it.”

“Aw come on Fenton, you know I didn’t mean anything by it, I just—”

“Beat it or I tell everyone about that time you wet your pants after I saved your life from the Box Ghost.”

Dash went pale, and then quickly left.

“Wait,” Sam said.  “Really?”

Danny snorted.  “Oh yeah,” he said, turning back to face them.  “I could tell you stories about what Dash is like when he’s in danger.”  He paused, looking at them both in concern.  “Are you guys okay?”

Sam glared away, crossing her arms.  “Fine,” she muttered, a note in her voice that Danny couldn’t read.

“Thanks for the help,” Tucker said.  And then they both turned around, clearly about to leave.

“Wait!” Danny yelled after them.  “I— please.”

They both turned hesitantly back around.

“We’re late for class,” Sam said.

“I’ll tell them you got caught up in a ghost attack,” Danny said.  “Just, please can we talk?  Just once, and then we can be done.  Okay?”

They both exchanged a glance, and seemed to say something to each other with their eyes that Danny couldn’t read anymore.

Finally, they turned back to face him, and they both nodded.

“Where?” Tucker asked.

Well, eventually the bell was going to ring, and then the hall would flood with people who wouldn’t leave them alone.  And if they went outside, they’d be met with a similar problem, just with the news crews instead of students.  And if they were going to pretend a ghost attack happened, they should probably go somewhere to make it at least a little more believable.

“How do you feel about the roof?” Danny asked.

“Uh,” Tucker said.  “Have you been there?”

Danny nodded.  “It’s… quiet.  Sometimes.”

They were both quiet for another moment, then Sam nodded.  “Okay.”

Danny started over to them, glanced at Tucker and said, “This is your warning,” and then grabbed them both by the arms, transformed, and flew them all up through the ceiling and onto the roof.

Tucker stumbled a little as Danny let go of him.  “Okay,” he said.  “Needed a different kind of warning there.”

Danny smiled a little bit.  “Be glad you’ve never fallen through the floor in your sleep.”

“That’s not really something I’ve ever thought would happen to me,” Tucker said.

“Tell me about it.”

There’s a couple seconds of silence, and Tucker and Sam exchanged another glance.

Finally, Sam turned back to him and crossed her arms.  “So,” she said.  “You’re Phantom.”

Danny sighed.  “Yeah.”

“Can I ask…” Tucker started.  “I mean what— like how did you become— it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me,” he added quickly, holding up his hands.  “You don’t have to.”

Danny looked at him for a second.  It was definitely the same question he was sick of getting from other classmates and the reporters.  But Tucker at least had given him an out.  And if this really was going to be the last time they talked, he wanted them to know everything.

“You remember the portal in my parent’s lab?” he asked.  “How I told you it just started working one day?”

Tucker nodded.

“That’s… not actually true.  I turned it on.  From… from inside.”

Tucker’s eyes widened.  “Dude.”

Danny gave a short laugh.  “Yeah.”

“What happened with the ghost fighting?” Sam asked.  “I mean did you get pulled into that, or…?”

“What?  No,” Danny said.  “I mean, kind of, sure, but someone had to do it.  I wasn’t going to let people get hurt.”

“But— you got hurt,” Sam said, gesturing at him.  “All the time.  We talked about it around you.  Back when— when we were still talking.”

Danny shrugged.  “I can take it.  Normal humans can’t.”

The phrasing seemed to throw them off, which was fair, but he didn’t take it back.  He wasn’t a normal human anymore.

“Still,” Sam said finally.  “You should have told us.  We could have helped you.”

Danny’s shoulders slumped.  “I know,” he muttered.  “I— I really didn’t want you to find out like this.”

“On the news?” Tucker asked.  “Along with everyone else?  Like we weren’t any different from them?”

Danny winced.  “Yeah.”

A pause.

“If I knew everyone was going to find out, I would have told you first,” he added.  “For what it’s worth.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Sam asked.

“It just… it felt so big,” Danny said, shaking his head.  “And I didn’t know how you’d react.  And… I’m sorry.”

Neither of them said anything for a minute.  Danny wasn’t sure what exactly they were waiting for, but eventually he had to help fill the silence.

“How long has Dash been bothering you?” he asked.

Both of them immediately looked away.

“Oh, come on.  You can’t make this conversation entirely about me.”

“We can’t?” Sam asked raising an eyebrow.

“No.  That’s not fair to me or you.”

Sam glared away again.

“Pretty much since everyone found out,” Tucker said a second later.  “I guess he figured he couldn’t mess with you anymore so he moved on to easier targets.”

Danny clenched his fists.  “Asshole.  I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Tucker said.

“No, I just mean,” Danny gestured vaguely with his hands, not sure what he meant.  “God, I’m so sick of him.  Of all of them.”

Tucker gave him a look.  “You really don’t like all the praise?”

Danny shrugged.  “I dunno.  I guess it beats being hunted.”

Tucker and Sam were both silent for a minute.  Danny looked at them for a second and saw slight horror on their faces.

Oh.  Maybe they hadn’t quite realized that part yet.

“You could have told me about Dash, you know,” Danny said, trying to stop them from thinking too much about that.  “I would have helped.”

“We… kind of didn’t think you’d care,” Tucker said hesitantly.

Danny blinked.  “What?” he asked.

“I mean, you are kind of a big deal now,” Sam said, gesturing at him.

Danny crossed his arms.  “I’m sorry?  Did you miss the part where I didn’t want to be?”

“No, I just mean—” Sam started.

“Yeah, I should go hang out with Dash, huh?  Or start dating Paulina?  Wouldn’t that be just great?”

Sam blinked at him.  “Would it not?”

“Of course not,” Danny snapped.  “None of them actually give a shit about me.   They all just think it’ll get them something if they’re best friends with Phantom.  They still don’t like Danny.   I don’t want to be friends with people who only ever see one side of me.  That—” he looked away.  “That already didn’t work.”

“Oh,” Sam said quietly.  “Sorry.”

Danny sighed.  “It’s okay,” he muttered.

There was another long stretch of silence.

“That wasn’t the only reason, you know,” Sam said.

Danny looked up at her.  “What wasn’t?”

“That we didn’t tell you.  Or— I guess I can’t speak for Tucker.  But it was just kind of embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?”

“I meant it when I said I noticed you were getting hurt all the time,” Sam said, looking down at the ground.  “You’re fighting actual ghosts, and I’m supposed to come up to you and say ‘hey Dash is being mean to me?’”

Danny stared at her.  “Sam,” he said.  “Don’t be ridiculous.  I would have put the ghosts on hold.”

“I don’t want to call you for backup every time I need help,” Sam snapped.  “You’re not like— my bodyguard.  Even if we had spoken in the last year.”

“Well, I appreciate the sentiment,” Danny said, because he did.  “But you— I hate it when you guys are hurt.”

“We hate it when you’re hurt too,” Tucker said, looking pointedly at him.  “It’s why we didn’t exactly love it when you pushed away while you were so obviously dealing with something.”

Danny winced.  “I’m sorry,” he said again.  “I should have told you.”

“Yeah, you should have,” Tucker said.  And then all of them stood there, none of them saying anything.

Tucker broke the silence again, this time with a sigh.  “But for what it’s worth?” he said.  “Thanks for saving everyone all the time.  And for recently, with that weird ghost king guy.”

Danny nodded.  “Anytime,” he said.  He didn’t have to tell them the part about how he thought he was going to die.  Again.

“And, you know, for what it’s worth?” he said instead.  “Thanks for trying.  While I was being an idiot.  Sorry I didn’t let you help me.”

“How about this,” Tucker said.  “We’ll be there to help you as Danny and Phantom if you kick Dash across the football field once or twice.”

Danny blinked, confused.  “Huh?”

“That sound good to you, Sam?” Tucker asked, glancing at her.

“Yeah, I wanna see that,” Sam said with a nod.  “And I’d like to learn how to kick some ghost butt.”  She smirked over at Danny.  “Maybe I’ll start with yours.”

“Wait, I thought,” Danny said, looking back and forth between them both.  “I thought we said we’d be done after this.”

“Are you kidding?  You think you’re getting rid of us again?” Sam asked.  “Now that we finally know what’s been going on with you?”

“Sorry, you’re stuck with us this time,” Tucker said, crossing his arms with a grin.  “Like we’re gonna let your total loser half go unacknowledged.  You can’t be Phantom all the time.  Sometimes you have to get teased for how much you like NASA.”

“Or get your butt kicked in Doomed,” Sam chimed in.  She raised an eyebrow.  “Sound good?”

Danny didn’t try to hide his smile at all, and instead he closed the space between the three of them and wrapped his arms around Sam and Tucker in a hug.

“That sounds great,” he said, meaning every word.

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Bloodlines & Fate Chapter 18

Being Touched should have been a blessing—a mark of honor in your lineage, celebrated by your pack since childhood. But to you, it's always made you feel like an outsider, never really fitting in anywhere. Yeah, you had your best friend Jess, but for you, something always felt like it was missing. The land your pack runs on during the full moons brings you a sense of peace you don't fully understand, at first.

Paring: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader/You

Word Count: 5579

Warning: Angst, Fluff, Pack connections/bond, You might need some tissues, Things are still a little overwhelming for the reader, she's got a lot to learn now.

A/N: Professor Robert Zimmerman is based off of The Doctor from Star Trek Voyager, as I absolutely love that character. Alaric Saltzman is from The Vampire Diaries.

A/N: It's my first attempt with an A/B/O fic, be gentle, please. I hope you like it. Not sure how many chapters this will be yet.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 18

A sharp pull in your chest dragged you from sleep so suddenly that, for a moment, you forgot where you were. Your breath came fast, uneven, your body tense with something you couldn’t name. The room was still dark, the sun hadn’t risen yet. Dean was warm beside you, his arm draped over your waist, his breathing slow and steady. Peaceful.

But something was wrong.

The feeling only grew stronger, insistent—an invisible thread tightening around your ribs, pulling you toward something, someone.

You carefully slipped out from under Dean’s arm, barely breathing as you swung your legs over the side of the bed. He didn’t stir, too exhausted from last night's intimacy. Even his wolf, usually hyper-aware of your every movement, remained quiet.

You didn’t stop to think, didn’t even hesitate as you reached for the nearest pair of jeans from your bag and tugged them on. One of Dean’s shirts—soft and worn, carrying his scent—was the first thing your hands found in his dresser, and you pulled it over your head without a second thought.

Your hair was a mess, tangled from sleep and the intimacy with Dean, but you didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was getting to the door, to whatever was waiting for you on the other side.

The cold floor barely registered beneath your bare feet as you moved through the cabin, past the quiet living room and dimly lit kitchen, past the familiar scent of home and him. Your fingers curled around the handle, and the moment you pulled the door open—

Jess.

Standing there, out of breath, her eyes wide with something unspoken.

Neither of you moved at first. The pull that had wrenched you both out of bed settled now, but the weight of it pressed heavy against your ribs, against your throat.

Then, before either of you knew it, the distance was closed, arms wrapping tight around each other. Jess clung to you just as fiercely, burying her face in your shoulder, breathing you in like she hadn’t seen you in years instead of days.

“I felt it,” she whispered, voice unsteady. “I woke up, and I just—”

“Me too,”  you murmured, eyes shutting tight as you held her closer.

The last time you had seen her, she had been just as she always was—bright, teasing, the sister you had never had but had always needed. And now… now everything had changed, but in the most amazing way.

Jess pulled back first, her hands tightening on your arms as she studied you, taking you in like she was trying to make sense of the differences since Dean had claimed you. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Her gaze flickered, nose wrinkling slightly, trying not to giggle.

You already knew what she had picked up on before she even said it.

“You smell different,” she mused, trying to keep a straight face.

You chewed your bottom lip nervously. “Good different or bad different?”

Jess’s lips turned up into a huge smile. “Good different. How do you feel?” 

The tension left your body as a smile found your lips. “Different, but also the same. It’s hard to explain.”

Jess nudged your arm with a grin. “So? Gonna invite me in, or are we just gonna stand here all morning?” You huffed a quiet laugh, stepping back to let her in. The cabin was quiet, the warmth of home nestled in the gentle shadows. Jess kicked off her shoes by the door, rubbing her arms as she followed you into the kitchen.

Without a word, you reached for the coffee pot. The routine was comforting, grounding. You moved on instinct—scooping the grounds into the filter, filling the machine with water, pressing the button. The low hum of the brewing filled the quiet.

Jess leaned against the counter, watching you. “Does he know you’re up?” You shook your head, glancing down the hallway. “Didn’t wake him.” “Probably for the best.” She smirked. “He’s gonna be all over you when he wakes up, huh?” A warmth bloomed in your chest at the thought, the quiet ache of longing nestled beneath it. You rolled your eyes. “Jess.”

“What? I’m just sayin’.”

The coffee pop beeped. You grabbed two mugs, pouring them before handing one to her. The two of you moved to the porch without a word, settling into the wooden chairs side by side. The early morning air was crisp, the scent of pine and damp earth curling around, mixing with the steam of your mug.

Jess took a slow sip, sighing. “God, I missed this.”

You hummed in agreement, letting the quiet stretch between you before she spoke again.

“So,” she started, tilting her head toward you. “About your scent.”

You raised a brow. “What about it?” Jess studied you, something fond and nostalgic in her expression. “You’ve always smelled like vanilla. Sometimes rain. But now… there’s cinnamon.” Her lips curled in a soft grin. “It reminds me of when we moved onto the land. You’d always bake when it rained. You’d spend the whole day in the kitchen, and the whole damn cabin would smell like cinnamon rolls.”

A laugh bubbled up from your chest, soft and genuine, but something deeper stirred beneath it. You knew your scent never repulsed her like it had others, but you’d never asked her what it smelled like before. “You remember that?”

Jess nudged your knee with hers. “Of course, I do. It was your thing. Rainy day baking.”

You shook your head, still smiling. “And now I just smell like it all the time?”

She smirked. “Apparently.”

Silence settled between you again, comfortable as your mind wandered to what she’d said. “Jess…” your voice was quiet, gaze on the dark liquid in your mug. “I know it’s rare, but…” You hesitated, searching for the right words. It wasn’t just about scent—it was something deeper, something that had always been there between you two. That feeling of home in a way you couldn’t explain.

She didn’t need you to. Setting her hand on your arm, she gave you a knowing look. “Like we’re our own little pack?”

The breath caught, something in you unraveling at her words. The weight of being understood without having to explain, without having to justify what you felt—it hit you so hard your eyes stung. A shaky breath left you as you nodded, swallowing past the tightness in your chest.

Jess gave your arm a gentle squeeze before she leaned back in her chair, letting the moment settle. When she spoke again, her voice was softer. “How was it, after Dean claimed you?” 

Relief washed over you at the shift in topic, your gaze shifting to the forest. “It was strange,” you admitted. “Sometimes it was overwhelming, like my own mind wasn’t fully mine anymore. Other times, it was too foggy to think clearly—like I was caught between myself and something more. My wolf was… experiencing everything for the first time.” You exhaled, rubbing your thumb over the rim of your mug. “I remember feeling like I was drowning at times—like I was sinking into something too deep to fight. But Dean… he was always there, being that rock that we needed. He never let me get lost in it. I slept for seven hours when I finally understood her.”

Jess listened, sipping her coffee as you spoke, never interrupting. Just being there like she always had been. It reminded you of those times with Dean over the last three months, the times he hadn’t fought with his wolf. She must have noticed the way your thoughts drifted, because she stood, grabbing your empty mug with a small smile. “I’ll get us a refill.” You let her, exhaling slowly as you stretched your legs out in front of you. The birds had started their morning songs, the first hints of sunlight spilling through the trees. Jess returned a moment later, setting your cup back in your hands before settling beside you again.

The world felt still, the moment suspended in the quiet understanding. And for the first time in a long time, you felt like everything was exactly as it was supposed to be.

The world outside remained still, wrapped in the early morning hush, but inside Dean’s cabin, he stirred. His hand stretched toward the other side of the bed, meeting only cool sheets. His brow furrowed as he blinked awake, eyes adjusting to the soft light filtering through the curtains.

She’s been up for a while.

There was no concern, no spike of unease. He knew you were safe. His wolf knew.

With a slow exhale, Dean pushed the blankets off and sat up, running a hand through his hair before swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He grabbed a pair of sweats from the chair, tugging them on as he padded barefoot toward the kitchen.

The scent of coffee lingered in the air, though the last cup had started to burn slightly in the pot. He smirked, pouring it into a mug and taking a slow sip, gaze drifting toward the porch.

You were out there. His omega.

Dean leaned against the doorframe, watching through the screen as you sat with Jess, both curled into your chairs, mugs cradled in your hands. The easy rhythm of your conversation, the warmth between you—it settled something deep in his chest. His pack. His family.

Across the way, in his own cabin, Sam reached out instinctively for Jess, only to find her side of the bed empty as well. A quiet sigh left him as he rolled onto his back, rubbing a hand down his face before pulling himself upright. He didn’t need to reach for their bond to know she was fine. He just knew.

Tugging on a pair of sweats, Sam stepped out into the cool morning air, his long strides taking him toward Dean’s cabin. The scent of coffee reached him first, wrapping around him with a familiar comfort. But it was the sight on the porch that made something tighten in his chest.

Jess and you, side by side, the quiet peace between you stretching into something deeper. A kind of understanding only you two shared.

At first, neither of you noticed your alphas, too lost in the soft flow of conversation, catching up as if it had been weeks instead of four days since you’d last seen each other. The brothers watched from a distance—the way the shifting sunlight danced off your features through the canopy, the way one of you would tip your head back in quiet laughter at something the other said. 

Dean’s gaze flicked to the space beyond his porch, catching his brother’s approach with an easy smile. He pushed the screen door open, the quiet creak pulling your attention just as Sam reached the steps.

Dean let the screen door swing shut behind him, the quiet creak breaking the morning stillness. Sam met his gaze with a knowing smirk as he stepped up onto the porch, the weight of their unspoken conversation settling between them.

Their omegas had snuck out on them.

Dean took a slow sip of his coffee, eyes flicking between you and Jess, still curled up in your chairs, oblivious to the way your alphas were watching. He arched a brow at his brother. “You think this’ll become a pattern? Our omegas sneaking out before we wake up?”

Sam crossed his arms over his chest, his smirk deepening. “Mm-hmm. It’s like they think they can sneak off without us noticing.”

Dean scoffed. “I wonder what we should do about that.”

At that, Jess glanced up, her brown eyes narrowing in suspicion. You followed suit, brows knitting together as you took in the mischievous looks on both their faces.

Sam took a slow step forward, tilting his head just slightly as his gaze locked onto Jess. He held out a hand, then curled his fingers in a slow, beckoning motion. “Come here, omega,” he murmured, his voice a deep, playful drawl.

Jess’s lips parted in surprise before she let out a soft, delighted giggle. “Oh, we’re doing this today?”

You barely had time to react before Dean’s voice came low and smooth. “You know, sweetheart, sneakin’ out like that means we gotta hunt you down.” Something in his tone sent a playful shiver up your spine, heat rising to your cheeks. “Hunt us down?” you echoed, already grinning.

Dean set his coffee down on the porch railing, cracking his neck as if getting ready for a chase. “Mmm, yeah. You’re real lucky we’re in a good mood this morning.” Jess shot you a look before hopping up from her chair, stepping back just out of Sam’s reach. “And if we run?” she challenged, a wicked glint in her eyes.

Sam’s grin turned downright predatory. “Then you better run fast.” For half a second, the porch was silent, tension strung between you all like a live wire—then you moved. Jess darted first, laughing as she took off over the railing, and you were half a step behind her, feet hitting the grass before either brother could react.

Dean let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Oh, they think they’re clever.”

Sam clapped him on the back. “Let’s remind 'em who the alphas are.”

And just like that, they were after you.

It wasn’t about catching you—not yet. It was about the thrill, the playful push and pull, the electric hum of instinct running between all four of you. The chase was just the beginning.

Yours and Jess’s laughter rang through the trees, bright and breathless, weaving through the crisp morning air. It bounced off the towering pines, the sound of it wild and free as your bare feet pounded against the damp earth. The two of you didn’t split apart, didn’t try to lose each other. Instead, you ran side by side, instincts keeping you together—just as your alpha’s instincts were locked onto you.

Dean and Sam trailed just behind, keeping pace without rushing. They could catch the two of you in an instant if they wanted to. But this wasn’t about winning. This was about feeling—the unspoken tether between the four of you tightening, thrumming with something bigger than any of you had words for.

Dean could hear it in the way your breath hitched with each burst of laughter, could see it in the way Sam’s focus never wavered from Jess, his playful smirk softening with something deeper. They weren’t just running. The four of you were playing together. Their pack. Just the four of you.

Then, in a perfect, instinctual rhythm, the brothers moved as one.

Dean lunged first, cutting off your path with ease. His arms wrapped around your waist as he spun you, your laughter turning into a breathless, delighted squeal as he held you tight against him.

Sam wasn’t far behind, catching Jess just as she tried to twist away. She gasped when he grabbed her, but it melted into giggles as he lifted her clean off her feet, her hands bracing against his shoulders.

The chase was over.

Dean held you close, the warmth of your body against his, making something deep in his chest settle. Your head fell back, laughter still spilling from your lips, breathless and carefree. And, damn, if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

My omega.

The morning light caught the glow in your eyes, the way your chest rose and fell as you tried to catch your breath. Your scent wrapped around him, something warm and right, making his grip tighten, just a little, like letting you go wasn’t an option he’d ever entertain.

Sam’s forehead rested against Jess’s, his breath fanning against her skin as she looped her arms around his neck. Their bond hummed between them, unshaken, unbreakable.

Dean didn’t need to say anything. Didn’t need to put words to what filled his chest, what swelled in the space between all four of you. He just pressed his forehead to yours, feeling the way your fingers curled into his shirt, anchoring yourself to him the same way he was anchoring himself to you.

And for a long, quiet moment, the world held still around you, wrapped in nothing but warmth, belonging, and love.

A light breeze rustled through the trees, carrying the lingering echoes of laughter as the four of you slowly made your way back toward Dean’s cabin. The chase had left you breathless, warm, and tangled in that deep, unshakable connection—the kind that settled in your bones and made belonging feel as natural as breathing.

Dean’s hand rested on the small of your back, absentminded but steady, like he wasn’t quite ready to let go. Sam and Jess walked ahead, her fingers laced loosely with his, their easy closeness as much a part of the morning as the golden light filtering through the branches.

The scent of coffee still clung to the air when Dean stretched, rolling his shoulders before nudging his brother. “Alright, we worked up a hell of an appetite. Gotta make sure our omegas eat a real breakfast, huh?” Sam smirked, side-eyeing Jess. “Think that’s a challenge, sweetheart?”

Jess grinned. “Depends. You boys gonna cook for us?” Dean snorted. “Like we’d trust the two of you in the kitchen together and you not burn the place down.”

Your mock gasp of offense made Sam chuckle, tossing an arm over Jess’s shoulders as the four of you stepped onto the porch.

The kitchen soon filled with the comforting sounds of a pack moving as one.

Dean stood at the stove, flipping pancakes and tending bacon with the practiced ease of someone who had spent a lifetime making sure his people were fed. Sam moved beside him, stirring a skillet of eggs, the two of them working in sync without needing words. The occasional nudge of an elbow or shared glance was all it took.

At the table, you and Jess sat side by side, mugs of coffee warming your hands as you watched them. The ease, the unspoken rhythm of it all—it settled something deep inside you. This was home. Not the place, but the people. 

Then it hit you. This was the first time the four of you had been in the same space for more than a few minutes. Before Dean had claimed you four days ago, Sam could barely stand to be near you. Your scent repelled him—just like it had with nearly everyone else. But today? He didn’t seem bothered in the least.

Jess leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “Kinda nice, isn’t it?”

You smiled, watching as Dean murmured something to Sam, both of them chuckling before Dean reached for another plate. “Yeah. Real nice.” Sam glanced over his shoulder, a knowing gleam in his eyes. “Hope you’re getting comfortable, ‘cause you’re gonna want a full belly for this conversation.” Jess straightened, but the shit-eating grin on her face gave her away. Your brows furrowed as you glanced between the three of them, suddenly feeling out of the loop, “Oh?”

Dean turned, setting a plate of food in front of you with a small, satisfied grunt. “Yeah. We got something to tell you.”

Sam placed another plate in front of Jess before finally settling across from her, his expression softer now, more thoughtful. “We’ve been working on something,” he started, cutting a glance at Dean, who simply nodded for him to go on. “Something for the four of us.” Dean leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, watching you closely, but before a single word could come out, Jess piped in, practically vibrating with excitement beside you. “A cabin for all four of us,” she squealed.

He rolled his eyes, but his expression was anything but frustrated. “A place of our own,” he said, voice warm, steady. “Not just any place. A home. For us. All of us.”

Your breath hitched slightly as realization settled in, a tight ball of emotions forming in your throat. Jess took your hands in hers, giving them a gentle squeeze. “We’ve been talking about it since the pillow fight,” she admitted. “We just didn’t want to bring you in until you could feel it too—the bond between all of us.”

A single tear slipped down your cheek, and she softly brushed it away just as Sam spoke. 

“Plus,” he added, voice sheepish, “I couldn’t really stand being around your scent for very long.” 

He looked almost apologetic, but before he could say more, you turned to him.

“It’s okay,” you murmured, taking a moment to quell the overwhelming emotions as they coursed through you. “Hopefully, it’s at least tolerable now.” 

You meant it as a tease, but the weight of it lingered. You had always known your scent repelled most people. It had been your reality from the day you presented as omega. But not anymore.

Light laughter filled the kitchen as the tension eased. Being there, with them, felt like living a dream. 

“Yeah. Now you just smell like a bakery on a rainy day,” Sam quipped, a teasing grin on his lips.

As plates settled onto the table, the warmth of freshly cooked food mingled with the quiet hum of the morning. The scent of coffee, bacon, pancakes, and eggs wrapped around you like a comforting embrace, grounding you even as your heart thrummed in anticipation. You swallowed hard, glancing between them, trying to read the emotions simmering just beneath the surface.

“You’re serious?” you finally asked, voice softer than you intended, almost hesitant, as if saying it aloud would make it too real.

Dean’s lips quirked at the corners as he leaned forward, resting his forearms against the edge of the table. “Dead serious,” he said, gaze steady on yours. “We found a spot deep in pack land—secluded, quiet. A place that's just ours.” Jess grinned around a bite of pancake, nudging Sam with her foot before adding. “Big open space, lots of trees. You’ll love it.”

Sam swallowed a sip of coffee, his expression shifting to something softer. “It’s more than that, though. We wanted somewhere that felt like… home. Not just a place to stay, but somewhere we could put down real roots.” He glanced at Jess before turning back to you. “All four of us.”

The words settled deep in your chest, pressing against something raw, something you hadn’t fully realized you wanted until this moment. You had spent your life feeling out of place, a constant reminder that you had been different. And yet, here they were—offering you something so much bigger than a cabin. They were offering you belonging. 

The Winter pack had always accepted you, never treating you as an outsider. But even within your pack, you had never felt truly connected to them—except for Jess. From the moment she was born, something about her had pulled at you, an unexplainable bond you hadn’t understood at three years old. But now? Now, sitting here with them, you understood.

My pack…

You exhaled a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, absently pushing a piece of bacon around your plate with your fork. “I… don’t know what to say.”

Dean smirked, taking a slow sip of coffee before setting his mug down with a quiet clink. “A simple ‘thank you, Dean, you’re the best alpha ever’ would work.”

Jess snorted, rolling her eyes. “Or just say yes, because we already started clearing the land.”

Your head snapped up. “Wait—what?”

Sam chuckled, nodding. “We started prepping it a week ago. The land’s perfect, and with the packs helping, it won’t take long to build.” Dean leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, watching you carefully. “Figured we’d tell you when you were ready. When you could feel it, too. I didn’t want you overwhelmed while you went through the merging process with your wolf.”

And you did. The bond between you and Dean had settled into something quiet, unshakable. But something had always been there with Jess. And Sam… even though you didn’t know him well, you felt it with him, too. It was woven into every moment, every touch, every glance. A connection, a bond that went deeper than blood or pack ties. This was soul deep. This was home.

Jess reached for your hand, squeezing it gently. “So? What do you think?” Your fingers curled around hers, your throat tightening against the sheer weight of it all. You blinked rabidly, trying to chase away the sting in your eyes before glancing at Dean, then Sam. “I think…” You swallowed thickly, a slow, incredulous smile spreading across your lips. “I think I’ve never wanted anything more.” Dean grinned, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he lifted his coffee in a silent toast. “Then it’s settled.” Sam nodded, his expression light with something like relief. “Plus, it’s not far from where you and Dean met.”

That did it. A few tears slipped free as Jess beamed and pulled you in a warm hug. But there was no sadness in them—only joy. A joy that radiated from deep inside and spilled over. A joy you didn’t want to contain.

For several long moments, none of them spoke, letting you take the time you needed to compose yourself. Jess gave you one final squeeze before pulling back, and the four of you returned to breakfast. The silence stretched, but it was comfortable, full of unspoken understanding. 

Memories teased your mind—little moments that had led you here. Life had a funny way of working itself out. A small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. If any of those moments had gone differently, maybe you wouldn’t be sitting here, with them, planning a home for all of you. 

Dean pushed his plate aside and reached for a well-worn folder on the counter, its edges slightly curled from being handled so much. He flipped it open as he sat back down, his fingers running over the papers inside before sliding it toward you.

“We started planning this a month ago,” he said, his voice steady but carrying a note of something deeper—anticipation, maybe. “Wanted to make sure we got everything right.” You wiped your hands on a napkin before taking the folder, eyes scanning the sketches and handwritten notes inside. The first thing that caught your eye was the layout—spacious, open in the middle, but clearly designed with the four of you in mind. The communal space stretched through the heart of the cabin, connecting everything—the living room, kitchen, and shared bathroom—before splitting into two separate wings.

Dean tapped the page lightly. “Common space is right in the middle. Big enough to handle all of us, even with a pack gathering here and there.” Sam leaned over, pointing at a section of the blueprint. “Your side’s here,” he said, tracing the outline of a master bedroom with an attached bath. “Two more rooms, for the future.” Your stomach flipped at the implication, but Sam’s voice was calm, matter-of-fact. “Same setup on our side. Bedrooms, another bathroom, just in case we need it.” Jess grinned, nudging your arm. “And before you ask—yes, the kitchen is big enough for you to do all the baking you want, all while those two knuckleheads bicker over who’s cooking dinner.”

You chuckled quietly, already picturing it. Home.

Dean huffed, crossing his arms, but the twitch of his lips gave him away. “We don’t bicker.”

Your fingers brushed over the hand-drawn wraparound porch, already imagining how it would look nestled in the land. No fence, no barriers—just the open stretch of space where the trees met the clearing. You weren’t even paying attention to the three of them acting like pups at the moment.

Jess rested her chin in her palm, focusing on you, watching carefully. “What do you think?”

Your throat tightened, the weight of it all settling in—not just the cabin, but what it meant. A home, built for all of you. A place to grow, to settle, to put down roots deeper than anything you’d ever dared to dream of before.

Your eyes lifted to Dean’s, and he was already watching you, his expression soft, open.

You swallowed, exhaling slowly. “It’s perfect.”

The warmth of the moment lingered, laughter threading through the space between you, but beneath it, something heavier coiled in your chest. You knew it was coming—had been trying to prepare yourself—but that didn’t make it any easier.

Dean felt it before you fully registered it yourself.

The second your emotions dipped, when that silent weight settled behind your ribs, he caught the shift in your scent—how the soft warmth of contentment cooled into something tinged with sorrow. His fingers twitched against the table, jaw ticking as he swallowed down a growl, his wolf bristling at the ache bleeding from you.

Jess must’ve noticed too, because her laughter faded, her gaze flicking to you before she reached out and nudged your arm. “Hey,” she said softly. “We need to talk.” Dean straightened, his foot brushing against yours under the table, grounding you in his warmth. But it only helped so much.

Your stomach tightened.

Jess didn’t draw it out, didn’t try to soften it with too many words. “Sam and I head back in a few days.”

The sharp inhale that followed wasn’t yours—it was Dean’s. His muscles coiled instantly, his entire body going rigid, like he could somehow shield you from the hurt with sheer force of will.

You swallowed hard, nodding before you could trust your voice. You’d known this was coming. Summer always had an expiration date. But this time, it felt different.

Sam, who had been quietly watching from across the table, leaned forward. His expression was steady, calm—always the rational one—but there was something else in his eyes. Something that mirrored the ache pressing against your ribs.

Dean’s fingers twitched around his mug. He didn’t reach for your hand—didn’t want to push you when your emotions were already raw—but his foot rubbed against yours, firm, anchoring. I’m here.

Jess exhaled, reaching for your hand, her fingers curling around yours. “It’s not forever. We’ll be back for visits, and we’ll call all the time.” Dean’s jaw flexed, his eyes flicking between the two of you, his frustration simmering beneath he surface. He hated seeing you upset. Hated that he couldn’t fix this. His wolf was restless under his skin, itching to do something, anything.

You forced a breath past the tightness in your throat, trying to smile. “Yeah. I know.”

But the timing cut deeper than just missing them. Jess had been coming out every summer since she started college. Now, with the bond thrumming between you, the thought of her not being here left a hallowness you couldn’t shake. Then there was the next full moon. 

The thing you didn’t want to voice that churned in your gut. The full moon near the end of August would be your first shift—and Jess wouldn’t be there, with you. Dean may have been your mate, but Jess… Jess had been there from the day she was born.

Dean knew where your mind had gone before you even said a word. His stomach clenched, his wolf prowling at the edges of his mind. He felt the shift in you, the way your scent wavered, trembling with something close to fear.

Jess must’ve caught it too, because her grip tightened around your hand. “Hey. Look at me.” You did.

Her eyes softened, but there was no hesitation when she said, “Do you really think I’d miss my sister’s first shift?”

Your breath caught.

She let the words settle before continuing, her thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “Sam and I already worked it out. We’re coming back for the full moon. No way in hell we’re letting you experience that without us.” Dean exhaled sharply, some of the tension bleeding from his shoulders. The relief crashed into you, knocking the breath from your lungs, and before you could stop them, the tears spilled over.

Jess didn’t say a word, just tugged you into a fierce hug, holding on like she knew exactly what this meant to you. Sam was there a second later, gently pulling you from your seat, his arms wrapping around the both of you, solid, steady.

Dean was the last to move, but when he did, it wasn’t hesitation that slowed him—it was the way his entire body reacted to yours, to his pack. The moment your tears hit the air, the second your scent shifted from heartache to overwhelming relief, he was there. His arms wrapped around you from behind, his chest pressing against your back, locking you in with them. His chin dipped to your shoulder, breath warm against your skin.

“You’re stuck with us,” Sam murmured, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head.

“You really think I was gonna let them leave you hanging?” Dean muttered, voice low against your ear. His grip tightened, heat radiating through you, steady and sure. “Not a damn chance, sweetheart. Besides—” his smirk brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine “—means I get you all to myself, for a whole month.” 

You choked out a laugh, gripping onto them all, the weight in your chest finally easing. 

The ache of their leaving was still there, but now, it wasn’t as sharp. They’d be there when it mattered. And that? 

That was everything. 

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The Maze Runner: Imagine Newt trying to help you feel comfortable as the new addition at the Glade when you come up in the Box.

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NEW GREENIE

You didn’t remember anything. Not your name, not your family, not anything from before you woke up in that rattling box that was going up fast, until you found yourself surrounded by a crowd of laughing strangers.

The smooth wall of that thing those people had put you into shortly after you tried to run away from them pressed into your back as you leaned against it, your thoughts still racing. They said you’d need to calm down before they’d help you in figuring out what’s going on, but this prison you sat in definitely didn’t help. Sure, you had stopped screaming and trying to rattle the bars, but your some part of your brain still told you they had somehow kidnapped you and wiped your memory, and them throwing you here only solidified that belief. You did remember how they had tried to reassure you at first, but you were panicking too much to listen.

Suddenly, steps approached your cage and you saw a human-shaped shadow being cast next to you, which immediately made you sit up straighter. A blond-haired boy stood there, looking you up and down.

“You know, you almost could have been a Runner from how fast you sprinted away,” he said with a smirk. “Have you calmed down now?”

You blinked at him. “Am I supposed to know what do you mean by that?”

He shrugged. “Suppose not. But you’ll learn,” he said and shifted slightly. “You seem like you’ve calmed down enough now. Can you remember anything? Your name?”

You shook your head. “No. I can’t… I can’t remember anything.”

He nodded. “It happened to all of us, you’re not alone with that. Your name usually comes to you within a day or two, the rest of your memory likely won’t come back though.”

“What is this place?” you mumbled, narrowing your eyes at him. “What was that lift, the box I woke up in?”

The boy looked over the bamboo bars of the cage. “I’ll explain everything in a bit. Sorry about throwing you down here, you gave us a scare when you ran off like that. Some guys have ran into the Maze in their panic and it may be too dangerous to go get them, and we only get one of you every month, can’t really afford that.”

“The… Maze?” you repeated, the word sounding oddly ominous.

You gestured around him. “Those walls surrounding this place, there’s a massive maze around it and no one knows a way out. Someone who wasn’t gifted with creativity made up the name, so… we just call it the Maze.”

Your heart rate jumped up a bit, panic threatening to step in again. “So… we’re trapped here?”

Newt visibly noticed your unease and glanced at the hatch. “Alright, enough talking about that for now. How about I let you out and show you around?”

You eyed him, suspicious. “Why did you change the topic?”

He sighed. “Fine. I’ll let you out, no funny business, yeah?” He hesitated. “And I’ll explain everything while we walk.”

You looked at him for a moment longer before nodding, and he opened the hatch. You climbed out, your legs still shaking slightly from your rattled nerves. Newt didn’t move immediately, letting you to inspect your surroundings. You saw walls that must have been hundreds of feet high surrounding the place, people of different ages everywhere, some very young and others looking a decade older, arguing loudly about chores while others carried tools and crates. A few pens for animals, some goats roaming freely around the field.

“I’m Newt, by the way,” the boy suddenly said, making you flinch slightly. “Second-in-command here. And don’t worry, I’m not as scary as that name sounds.”

You glanced at him. “Second to who?”

“Alby’s in charge. You’ll meet him soon enough,” he told you and added, “he was the one deciding you should be put into the Slammer, just so you won’t hold a grudge against me.”

You didn’t answer, just let your eyes wander over different buildings and people running around. This had to be a nightmare. Being trapped in a place like this. Newt was quiet for a moment, but then he continued when you started walking, gesturing around the place.

“This is what we call the Glade. Home sweet home, we have everything we need around here for now. But we dream of getting out one day, and that’s why we have Runners. They map the Maze out and one day, we hope to find a way out.”

You let out a breath. “Why are we here? What’s the purpose of this? Who sent us here?”

Newt shook his head. “We don’t know. We wake up here one by one, once a month when we get supplies to live. We have all come up here in that box once, and know only a little of what this place is. But as for why and who, we don’t know.”

You scoffed. “So… you’ve all been here for a long time, and you don’t know anything?”

Newt sighed. “We’re trying. We send out Runners every day to map the Maze out, but it shifts every single night, we have tried to find patterns for how it shifts but some have lost hope and deem it impossible. I was one of them, when I first came up. Alby got me out of that gutter, after I broke my leg when I tried to end myself. And the Grievers also play their part.”

You frowned. “Grievers?”

He pressed his lips together. “That’s for another time. It’s a distressing story.”

He then explained the rules of the Glade.

No stealing. No fighting. Everyone does their part.

And absolutely no going even near the Maze unless you’re a Runner.

Newt smiled. “You’ll find your place soon enough. We just need to see what you can do and assign a task for you based on that.”

You glanced around the Glade again and nodded slowly. “I hope I do.”

“You will, I’ll bloody help you myself if others can’t figure it out,” Newt told you with a grin, and you nodded again.

“Thanks,” you muttered with a careful smile, and Newt nodded once.

“I’ll send Alby your way.”

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Nothin' but the kitchen sink

@steddielovemonth day 3: Love is wanting to do everything with someone, even if its nothing special Rating: G | WC: 621 | Tags: Established relationship, they're domestic, post upside-down, fluff Find the full list of tags on ao3.

Everything clicked into place while Eddie was halfway through drying one of Joyce’s plates. He stopped what he was doing, his fingers tightening around the ceramic. “Steve?” “Hmm?” Steve glanced over. He had bright pink dishwashing gloves pulled up to his elbows, and there was a sudsy cup held in one hand. At the look on Eddie’s face his brow furrowed. “Hey– are you okay?” “Yeah! Yeah.” Eddie put the plate down, then turned to face the man in the ridiculously adorable polo. “I’m great, actually. I just had a realization.” At the questioning look directed his way he reached out to touch Steve’s arm. “I love you.” “Eddie.” Steve grinned and dunked the cup back into the water. “Honey, you said that when we woke up this morning, when I brought you coffee, remember?” “No, I know–” He’d said it a hundred times after the last battle with Vecna, when everyone had come out alive but a lot worse for wear. He’d said it a hundred more times the first time they’d made love, when they’d held each other for hours, like their lives depended on it. He’d said it a thousand times since then, too. Every morning when they woke up together, every night when they crawled back into bed. Even if they were both too exhausted for sex, there were always a dozen ‘I love yous’ sprinkled between them beneath the sheets. “But… I really, really love you. It just hit me.” 

He could hear everyone laughing around the TV in the living room, knew that was the more fun place to be, but that wasn’t where he’d wanted to be. 

Steve had stood up after dinner and volunteered to do the dishes, and Eddie had immediately stood up and offered to help. “You don’t have to.” Steve knew that Eddie hated doing the dishes. If he touched something in the water, no matter how innocuous it was, he got squirmy and ended up gagging so hard that someone else usually had to take over. “I want to, though.” And he’d meant it. That was the thing that kept getting him, he really did want to help. Not because he’d suddenly learned to love doing the chores or anything. 

Their family was laughing and joking in the other room, and yet Eddie wanted to be here, right here, with Steve. Because he loved him. And because Steve loved him, too, he’d smiled, shot Eddie a wink, and said, “I’ll wash, you dry.”  Steve’s heart swelled as he listened to Eddie explain it all to him, too. There was such a serious look on his face, a look he didn’t get often. Steve wanted to kiss the corner of his mouth and make it curve into a smile instead of the frown he was already sporting. “You love me so much, you want to do dishes with me?” Eddie nodded, pulled Steve’s arm the rest of the way out of the water so he could tug that bright pink glove off. “I do. I love you so much…” His other hand came up to cup Steve’s cheek. “I love you so much that I want to do dishes with you for the rest of my life.” Steve’s face split into a grin, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to Eddie’s lips. “I want to do dishes with you for the rest of my life, too, Eds.”  

Eddie beamed, leaned in to steal another kiss, and then went back to rinsing and drying the dishes. “Do you love me enough to always do the washing part?” he teased after a few moments of comfortable quiet. 

“Yeah, Eds. I love you enough to always do the washing part.” 

[neyswxrld]

just in case

Wrecker (no pairing)

summary: Wrecker has a accident during one of his training modules.

warnings: starving, exhaustion, almost fainting, (almost) drowning

words: ~1780

a/n: hello again! i wrote another fic for @summer-of-bad-batch! this time, it's a bit of a heavier topic. i decided to combine the promts cadets and swimming lessons and kinda took a turn there, since my fics normally contain a lot of fluff. i hope you enjoy!

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When Wrecker woke up this morning, he somehow already knew it wouldn't be a good day.

He felt drained and exhausted, even though he just slept.

And he was hungry, oh so hungry!

He didn't know what exactly it was, but since a few weeks, the food portions they got in the mess hall didn't seem to be enough for him. He always felt hungry, even after breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

His brothers seemed to have noticed, since he suddenly was a lot more grumpy and had a smaller energy level at all.

Tech said it could be because he had another growth spurt. His metabolism was higher than theirs. And his muscles needed more energy. So Wrecker really required more food.

So at his last checkup he mentioned as much, but the foreign Kaminoan just looked at him with an emotionless stare and didn't react further.

He didn't know what to do. And that he slowly could start to see his own ribs made him worry even more. He was genuinely scared he would starve to death.

The others gave him some of their food, most of the time. Things they didn't like but knew Wrecker would, or things that were too much for them. But still, it just didn't seem to be enough.

The horrible thing about this particular day was, that they had the swimming module.

Normally, Wrecker was a big fan of the swimming lessons: he liked the water, the cool of it, and he absolutely loved how light he seemed and how he could just float around in the waves.

But this day should be very different.

Before, they trained in quiet waters, in a pool in which he could easily reach the floor if he needed too. This time, they should get a simulation of waves in another pool, that was much deeper than the current one. They learned the basics of swimming, now they needed to test the deeper waters.

The problem was, swimming was exhausting. Even in the normal water. He couldn't imagine how hard it would be with the waves. Especially since he already felt his low energy.

He sighed quietly and pressed his face a little deeper into Lula's ears, which he held against his chest, before getting up slowly.

When he turned around, he instantly met Hunter's worried gaze. "You okay?" he asked, and Wrecker tried to smile, nodding.

"Yeah, jus' tired," he said, walking over to the bathroom.

When all of them were ready, they made their way over to the mess hall. As always, his brothers gave him some of their food. They talked about what they would have to do today, where they would have to be, and Wrecker was more than a little relieved that Hunter would also have the swimming module, at the same time even. So they were together at least.

It made everything just a little less scary.

After breakfast, they went back to their barracks and everyone got ready for their day. Wrecker still felt like something was off, like something bad was going to happen. He just didn't know what. Even though it was a little better after he got some food in his tummy.

He patted Lula goodbye, before walking over to Crosshair, hugging him as always. It was a little ritual between the four of them. Always saying goodbye the right way. Just… Just in case something went wrong during training.

He went over to Tech to do the same, followed by Hunter, even though he knew they would be together later. It was just in case.

Little did he know how close he would come to "just in case" at that day.

When Hunter and Wrecker walked over to the changing room together, Hunter threw worried glances at him here and there. "Are you sure, you're okay?" He finally asked when they were changing into their bath robes, standing alone in a corner, "You're so quiet today."

Wrecker nodded again. "Just really tired. I could sleep another twelve hours. And… just hungry," he said, shrugging. It's not something they could do anything about it.

"Just be careful in the water, okay? Call me if something's wrong immediately, understood?"

Wrecker gave a small smile, "understood."

The water was cold. So cold, he was freezing and shaking. His teeth chattered so hard, it made his vision shake.

The waves were big, huge even, and he wondered where the hell he would ever have to swim in a place like that.

But it seemed to be okay.

At the beginning, at least.

The first few laps were relatively good to swim. But the more he did, the more exhausting and impossible it got.

Normally, he was one of the best of the group, due to his big body, long arms and strength, but today it seemed like everyone was in front of him, overlapping him even.

But he couldn't really care. He just… He was so exhausted. His stomach ached for food, it felt empty and he was so hungry.

His arms were heavy and every swimming stroke he took felt like a battle in itself.

The waves crashed over him and suddenly he was underwater.

When his head breached the surface again, he had just enough time to take another breath before he was swallowed by another wave.

He didn't notice how he barely moved forward and how dangerous the situation was for him at this point.

He was concentrating on taking breaths at the right time, but soon enough he also got an ache at his side. He was breathing weird.

The next time he was gasping for air, a wave hit him in the face. Salty water flooded his mouth and he couldn't suppress a gag reflex.

He started to cough, spitting out the water, trying to stay above the surface, but he was just so exhausted. His arms didn't really move anymore, his head was underwater more often than not, and he just felt so helpless. He hadn't the energy to swim across to the edge of the pool, to hold himself up, and he just kept going down and down.

"Hunter!" he gasped just before another wave hit him, pulling him down.

But this time, he just… He just couldn't pull himself up anymore.

Helpless, he tried to reach for the surface, tried to paddle with his feet. He tried so hard to pull himself up, but it was just like he didn't know how to swim anymore.

The water was so deep, his ears already ached from the pressure, and all he could do was watch the bubbles that left his throat float up.

He was so kriffed. A surge of panic rushed through him, but he just - he just couldn't do anything to help himself.

He tried to get up, so hard, but he was just stuck down here, underwater.

At this moment he was sure it would be over. He was going to die. It was his "just in case" scenario. And even though he was always sure he would go down in a more epic way, for example in an explosion, he couldn't find it in him to be sad, or devastated.

His head got dizzy, he already hadn't enough air to breath and now it just wasn't possible. He tried so hard to fight his breathing reflex, but at some point he felt like he just couldn't.

Just before he was about to give up, he saw a blurry figure breaching the surface, coming closer.

Still, his eyes closed.

When he opened them the next time, he was laying on the cold, wet floor next to the pools, Hunter and a trainer above them with uncertain looks in their eyes. Hunter was panicking, and holding his hand in such a tight grip, his knuckles turned white. But Wrecker didn't really notice the pressure.

He closed his eyes again. He was so exhausted.

He floated around for a while. Sometimes it was dark, and he almost felt like he was in the water again. But in the one that wasn't so deep and full of waves.

Some other times he dreamed about his brothers. Of Crosshair and how he proudly showed him some new tricks he learned with his sniper rifle. About Tech and how he told him something about a new technology for a detonator. And of Hunter and how he tugged him close one night when he suddenly was scared of the loud noises from outside.

When he opened his eyes again, he was blinded by white lights. He groaned weakly and closed them tightly. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand, while the other squeezed the one that was occupied with something… warm?

Another hand, he realized when he heard a light gasp and a relieved call for his name.

"Wrecker!"

"I'm up. What happened?" he groaned and finally opened his eyes. Not only Hunter but also Tech and Crosshair were sitting around his medical cot.

"You almost drowned, buddy," Hunter told him, and Wrecker felt fear rising in him when some memories flooded his mind.

"Oh," he said, not really knowing what else to say. His heart beat so fast, but he chose to ignore it for now.

"I pulled you out. I-I was so scared. I just heard you calling my name, and then I couldn't see you anywhere. I thought I was too late," Hunter swallowed and squeezed his hand back.

"Oh, uh, thank you," he said again. He still felt drained and tired. It laid above him like a heavy blanked but instead of comforting him, it made him feel uncomfortable.

"Your medical records say you're malnourished and too light," Tech suddenly chimed in. "It is very likely that you were too exhausted to continue your swimming lessons because of that. Thus, the medics prescribed you a higher daily calorie income, so your body can keep up," he explained.

Wrecker didn't know what to say. It was just so much. He almost drowned.

He almost died.

"That means you can eat as much as you want from now on," Crosshair said this time, a mischievous smirk appearing on his lips. "That means you can bring me extra dessert, too!"

Wrecker blinked, but slowly started to smile, too.

More food sounded good. Extra desserts even better.

"That's good," he murmured again, still feeling tired. He absolutely needed to sleep, he needed to realize what happened, and he needed to realize that even though he almost died, it looks like he wouldn't have to be hungry anymore. That really was good.

"You look tired. Maybe you should take another nap," Hunter suggested softly.

Wrecker nodded. Yeah, that sounded great.

"We're still here, when you wake up," Crosshair promised and reached out to pat his head.

That sounded even better.

It didn't take long for Wrecker to drift off again, and fall into a recovering, comfortable dream.

The next time they were at the mess hall, he loaded his plate unbelievably full. And even though it was way too much in the end, it was the first time since a long time that he didn't went to sleep hungry.

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@isthereanechoinhere96 @trixie2023 @freesia-writes

[mrsbluehands]

Can we please get Loona x Male Vampire Sinner Reader Headcanons? Thanks for your time!

A new chance

Headcanon (x male reader)

Helluva boss

Loona with a vampire sinner reader

Thank you for the request anon! I love your ideas!(i can practice my English!). I had so many ideas that I kind of made a story out of it lol. Sorry for the long wait...(T^T). Might have some mistakes, I'll probably edit it later again.

Tw: Blood(duh), gore

Pronouns: He/him

Meeting her

When you suddenly woke up in pride ring, you certainly wouldn't have expected your hellish punishment to be carried out that way. You felt something had changed and the moment you saw yourself in a puddle you understood. (you tried in a mirror and freaked out when you couldn't see yourself)

Large pointed ears now stood on your head, your complexion as pale as a ghost, and wings like a bat adorned your back.

You noticed how your mouth felt dry and how thirsty you were. Blood thirsty. You supposed it was only fair, you were in hell after all!

But as your first day on hell passes, the feeling becomes worse and worse. You mouth feels like sandpaper and your stomach seems to eat itself. You need blood.

Demon blood would help but nobody in the hell hole (sorry) would give you the precious food you needed with a smile and a thank you. You had to fight for your food like the animal you became.

It was morning when Loona came out of I.M.P headquarters to escape the constant worry of her dad-of Blitz. Lighting her cigarette she started to scroll trough her sinstagram without paying much attention around her.

She suddenly raises her head when she hears a small whimper coming from the alley to her right. Her ear twitches following the sounds.

There you were. Curled up in a ball close to a hysterical state. Rocking back and forth against the wall, you turned your head harshly in her direction hissing at the stranger.

Loona wasn't one for empathy and/or pity, but something about the way you looked at her reminded the hellhound of her own time at the adoption center.

She looked at you curiously "What are you doing here? This is imp city it's no place for a sinner like you to be hiding." She shoots an interrogating glance at you. "Unless you're here for my father- Blitzo's business?"

You just stared at her wide eyed. I took everything in your body not to jump on her and suck every drop of blood in her body. You hadn't eaten in a week.

You licked your cracked lips. "Hungry."

"Huh, yeah well we have food inside. I guess you could come in?" She gesture behind her lazily.

The contract

She practically had to drag you inside due to how weak your legs were. She couldn't help but be impressed by your height. You were taller than her even though she could be considered tall for a hellhound.

Due to some unexpected event, the gang had to drag the body of their human target trough the portal in extremis. A metallic smell lingered in the air.

You chose this moment to walk in the I.M.P headquarters. The smell making your stomach growl.

Less than a second after you not only had sucked the man dry, but had also devoured a part of his legs and neck.

Blitzo stared in awe at the sheer violence in front of him. "Wow! That was awesome man! Where did you learn that trick?"

You stared back at him confused, your senses barely coming back to you. "I...was just hungry."

"Would you...huh...you know, be hungry often? Cause man we could use someone like you!"

And just like that, you got yourself a job, a home and a wonderful way to have unlimited amount of food. You were so shocked that you missed the sparkle in Loona's eyes as she stared at you devouring that man.

Could it be what I think it is?

Loona isn't the kind of person who will directly tell you about her feelings, she prefers to show it to you.

She never really asked about your condition as a sinner. Loona knew what they sometimes had to endure and favoured helping you with your hunger rather than to try to understand the struggle.

She's not much of a talker anyways.

You notice how she now hands you your cup of coffee every morning, even without you asking. She'll advert her eyes, but if you look closely, a small smile is tugging at her lips.

Whenever you two are going in a mission, she makes sure to save the body for you.

She always seems to worry whether or not you've eaten enough. She remembers how she first found you in that alley and the thought of you suffering again makes her heart ache.

Wait, what was that feeling just now? Could it be...

She's never going to say it out loud, but you're the only being she genuinely enjoy spending time with.

"You had enough to eat last time? It's kind of a slow week and we don't really have any missions in the next few days." She holds you your cup with a smile this time.

You grab it from her hands, fingers brushing against hers. "Yeah, don't worry. Though, I like when you ask. Thank you for taking care of me." You smile at her.

She blushes immediately and mumble a simple "no problem" before storming off in her room.

A new life

She's definitely more of a "Giving gifts and acts of services" kind of girl. (Please don't ask her to tell you she loves you she'll never recover.)

It's subtle when you two become a real couple.

You two get closer and closer until holding hands and asking about each other's days is part of the routine.

Kisses in the morning, kisses when parting, kisses when going to bed...

Missions were absolutely out of the question if you couldn't be with her. So...I guess your dates can be quite entertaining!

The first time you two kissed she nearly fainted. You didn't exactly think before you pulled Loona close and gently kissed her lips as your good morning greeting.

She froze locking eyes with you and turning a deep shade of red. "Did you just...". You nod. "Yeah, I think I just did." A rare smile creeps on her lips.

That morning, you both arrived late, hair and fur disheveled and a light blush on the cheeks. After mumbling a quiet "sorry", everyone knew you both belonged with each other.

[vintage-vermin]

I sometimes think back on Idubbbz/Ian. I watched a bit of it back in the day, yeah. A lot of people claim he's their childhood thing, which as some one who was already the legal drinking age and working fulltime before these people were born, always makes me go 'hmmmm' because the same peeps complain about everything nowadays being brain rot or whatever. Idubbbz always played an edgy cunt for views. There were bits of the slapstick or absurdity that made me giggle, but a lot of it was a miss for me. A while ago, Idubbbz posted an image and a little caption on his twitter. It's him holding up a little rainbow pin and the text "Today I learned what a Sapphic is" His regular fans instantly hurl slurs, 'WOKE' and all that other shit. Instantly turn a romantic attraction in "degenerate scum" and whatever else. He released a video I still sometimes think a little about. In it he recalls a convention where a trans person came up to him and said something along the lines of "I know you hate transgender people, but can we get a picture?' He acts like this is some strange revelation to him. Like he's been completely blind to himself and his fanbase for the past almost 15 years and how his most known bit is 2 slurs taped together. He feels insulted that after everything he puts on camera and writing, that people think he's not chill. He says he was just being an edgy teenager or whatever, but he was like 26. Now that he's no longer lolcowing other people and meekly said "maybe yelling slurs is not always nice?" his boys turned against him. Most other people who weren't a fan aren't suddenly in with him after his little video either. I don't know if we've done the "The LGBTQIA+ community has forgiven: Ian" but ehhh, I might not wave a banner for you. I can acknowledge his personal growth while finding large aspects of him horrendous. His dumbshit fans regurgitating his edgy, racist, homophobic and all the rest of his bits while he goes "I have no responsibility for my audience, they are separate people and whatever they do while inspired by me has nothing to do with me and I am not liable for any of it."