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goobieboobie · 1 year ago

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| 70s pornstar! joel miller x preachers daughter! reader

Your prayers aren't enough to keep big, bad Joel away...

Warnings (for this chap!): abortion references and allusions, child/domestic abuse, prostitution allusions, kind of dubcon allusions (reader is misled by Jeremiah abt getting pregnant???), mentions of guns, young reader (roughly 19-20), barely legal sex work (person referenced is a senior is highschool, she's 18 but not explicitly stated), extreme dubcon for sex work (reader rlly doesn't want to do it, but is convinced), creepy scary man MDNI!!

“How’d you end up here, baby?”

You’d been asked the question about a hundred times a day since you arrived in LA, church dress tattered and knee-high socks torn. Carmen had taken you in, dragging you away from the bus stop the second you’d stepped foot off of the Grey Rabbit, exhausted from a night-long drive from Texas.

She picked you up after her shift on the street corner, so delirious from her night that she thought she’d imagined you. “You looked straight outta the gospel, kid, thought you might be my guardian angel.”

She turned out to be more of a guardian angel to you than anything else, setting you up in her overcrowded three-bedroom near Venice. Even though you’d had to share a bed with her for the first weeks of your arrival, you were happy to not be destitute.

She was the first one to ask the question, her roommate, Laura, a high school senior only a year or two younger than you, right by her side. “So, how’d you end up here, honey?” Carmen had a sugary sweet Southern lilt to her voice, different from the rural Texan accent you’d developed over the years.

You’d rehashed the night of your escape to her and Laura, from getting caught with Jeremiah in the barn to running barefoot to the cross-country bus station three miles away from the farm, lantern guiding your path.

“Dontcha think California’s a bit overkill? What is it, two thousand miles away from yer Daddy?” Carmen clearly didn’t understand the will her father possessed. He would tear apart every town within a thousand miles to find his wayward daughter, to save the child in her womb.

It had happened weeks ago, the life inside you was probably only the size of a pea; that didn’t matter to Daddy. It wasn’t easy to get condoms in a small town like yours, and even harder to get your pediatrician (an avid member of your church) to prescribe you birth control. Jeremiah had insisted it was fine, there was no risk of getting pregnant your first time, the odds were against you.

Daddy had found out the night you left, so angry he shook your body around like a ragdoll and slapped you around the living room in front of your sisters and mother. He had already chased Jeremiah away, shotgun in hand, your pleas of “But Daddy, I love him!” falling on deaf ears.

You cried and cried while he asked you to give him one good reason to not chase him down and shoot him dead. You had panicked, shouted that you were pregnant, needed him to help you raise the baby, but that had just spurred him on, made him angrier.

He was so blind with rage, yelling like a drunkard, that you managed to make it out through the front door, running nimbly through the dark woods near the house before he could catch up.

Carmen took you to the clinic the next morning, holding your hand as you walked past the bus stop from the morning before.“Poor lil’ thing, can’t go raisin’ a baby when yer just one yerself.”

You cried in the waiting room, cried in the doctor’s office, cried as it happened, cried when it was done and over with. You only stopped when the doctor asked that damned question.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” he pushed his glasses up his crooked nose, you imagined it was bent from a punch years ago, maybe a patient with more gut than you, “How’d you end up here?”

When you walked back to the house, legs achy and stomach twisting, Carmen stopped you in the middle of the sidewalk, putting her hands down hard on your shoulders, making you look up at her. “Don’t answer to nosy assholes like him.” She took her hands off of you. “Ever.” She sniffed. “You don’t owe ‘em shit.”

Two weeks into your stay, Laura set up a meeting with a friend of hers to talk about a job he had for you. It was already cramped in the little house, there were five other girls staying in the other rooms, even worse in the room you were staying in.

“I don’t know what kinda job he’s got for me, he ain’t even met me yet. Don’t know a thing about me.” Laura made sure to dress you up real nice for the meeting, styling you in the best of Carmen’s clothes, the more scandalous ones you hadn’t been stealing from her closet.

“Don’t you worry about it, doll.” She stuck out her tongue in concentration as she fixed your hair. “Harry’s not bad, you’ll get used to him. He’ll be totally into your whole farmer’s daughter thing.”

“Not a farmer’s daughter.” You grumbled back, annoyed at the prospect of meeting this Harry. Anyone who wanted to meet this late at night was surely up to no good.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Laura walked you down to the club you were meeting at, skipping the line and heading right to the bouncer. He took one look at you and the young girl next to you and lifted the velvet rope. Laura squealed at you.

Harry was easy to pick out in a crowd. He looked sleazy, like the type of guy to make wayward deals with newly legal girls. He wore gold aviators, despite the night around you and the darkness of the club. He took them off when he saw Laura, his eyes were distinctly red.

“My little Laura Lee!” He exclaimed when he saw her, reaching his arms out to pull her down on his lap and plant a deep kiss on her lips. You could see his tongue move into her mouth.

“You must be the sweet kid little Laurie was tellin’ me about.” He smiled at you, pulled you close. You could smell the liquor on his break, could see the white on his nose.

“Oh, she’s real good, Harry!” Laura hung on his arm, looking deep in his eyes. He wasn’t looking at her; he was sizing you up.

“Could lean into that whole innocence thing, I guess. If that’s your cuppa tea.” His eyes raked down your body, lingering at the short hem of Carmen’s white dress, one of her only semi-modest pieces. “You a virgin, babydoll?”

Your face heated, so angry you’re sure your ears were turning red. You stuttered at him for a second before Laura took over. “Don’t be silly, Harry! You think I’d bring you some blushing virgin?” The irony wasn’t lost on you. “She’s got loads of experience!”

“I don’t know, Laur, some’ll pay a pretty penny for an untouched one.” He took your’s and Laura’s arms, dragging you to the booth he was previously sat at.

“No, no, I didn’t bring her here to work a corner like me and Carm! She’s nowhere near ready for that typa shit!” Laura burst into a fit of giggles. “I thought you could help her out like you did Meg, maybe produce some for her, get her in with the directors, y’know.” Harry weighed his options.

“I dunno know, Laurie…”

“What the hell is goin’ on.” You gained sense of yourself again, tired of being talked about but not talked to. You should’ve laid Harry out for the question he asked you before, wished you did like Carmen had told you. You were still thinking about doing it.

Harry looked at your face for the first time that evening, eyes focused on yours, not anywhere else, even as he asked Laura, “Did you tell her? You naughty little thing…”

Maybe you were wrong, maybe the being talked about was worse than the talked to. Staring into his eyes felt like staring into a bottomless pit, felt like you were looking the Devil right in the face.

“Well, damn! I thought you figured it out! Didn’t know I needed to spell it out for a smarty pants like you!” Laura giggled again. You were getting real tired of that.

Harry spoke up for her. “It’s porn, honey.” You blinked at him, sputtered again. “No big deal. Won’t make you do nothin’ crazy.” He winked. “Not yet, at least.”

“I-I don’t, I’m not that kinda- Who would even-”

“Honey, you don’t gotta do it if you don’t wanna. Nobody’s makin’ you do nothin’.” He leaned forward on the table between y’all, forearms on the sticky wood soaked from past drunks. “It would be a real shame if you said no, though. After all the work little Laura went through to set this up for you. Betcha could make it real big too.” He scooted around the edge of the booth, saddled himself up next to you.

“You’re real pretty, y’know. Bet a lotta people would want to see you like that. I know I would.” He brushed a piece of hair behind your ear and leaned close to you. “Wouldn’t have to put Laura and Carm out any more, could get a place of your own. ‘M sure you’d be famous, you’d be a star.” His words were sounding more and more like gospel; the ideas he was laying out made your head spin.

“Really, I’m not that kinda girl. I’m a Christian.”

He groaned loud in your ear, knocking his head back in frustration. “Aren’t we all?” He grabbed the back of your neck, forcing your face centimeters away from his. You could see the cap in his front tooth. “Baby, you want this. I know you do, otherwise why would you have come. You knew all along what this meeting was for, even if you don’t think you did.” “I-I really didn’t-”

“Yes, you did. Subconsciously, you knew that the only reason I would meet a shy little thing like you was for somethin’ like this. Especially given the crowd you’ve taken to.” Maybe he was right, you knew that there would be some kind of bad business at this kinda place, this late at night.

Your eyes met Laura’s, almost having forgotten she was there. She had a big, bright smile on her face. She had taken you in off the street, had given you everything she had. She wouldn’t lead you astray.

“So,” Harry started, turning your gaze back to his, “Will you do me the honors of representin’ you. I would love to have your name attached to mine.” You nodded your head, earning a yellowed smile from the man in front of you. “But, I have some questions, some things I need to know before-” “We’ll get to that babydoll, just let me worry about all that.” He leaned back, put his arms around you and Laura. “Now, tell me, how’d you end up here, baby?”

A/N: promise we'll meet joel in next chap i'm just trying to lay the groundwork!!!! also if anyone is interested in me sharing the playlist pls lemme know i'll do it i've been listening to it to inspire me!!! also this is not beta read, if anyone would like to beta read for me i would be so honored and grateful bless it

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #the last of us #tlou #tlou fic #f!reader #fanfic #tlou au #pornstar!joel

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minorisato · 2 months ago

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as though it was our first love

transformers / jettwincest / wc: 1007 / warnings: NSFT, inc.st / notes: written for kinktober day 11, "first time." i am free. / consider commissioning me!

Jetfire is struggling with the whole walking thing today.

Sentinel keeps yelling at him about it, because he keeps tripping and his knees keep buckling and he keeps dropping things, but it's not like he's trying to do all of that- he's just very disoriented. His processor is glitchy, foggy, he can't keep himself straight. Beyond that, he's warm- his plating is constantly expanding and contracting, expelling as much heat as it can on each expand. If he looks closely, he thinks he can see steam, but he isn't certain- could be his optics tricking him.

The fact that Jetstorm has been out all day on a mission with Mr. Jazz isn't exactly helping either- though overhearing a transmission from Mr. Jazz to Cliffjumper, it sounds like things aren't going great for Jetstorm either.

Jetfire can't hear everything that's said, but he picks up a few things. "He's just... seems... heat, but... looks like heat..." Jazz's very far away voice explains.

Cliffjumper sighs. "We'll send down a pod for him. Can you finish the mission yourself?" A pause. "Do you think he can fly the fragging thing?" Another pause, and again, Cliffjumper sighs, more exasperated this time. "Alright, sending the pod down now."

"Cliffjumper," Jetfire asks softly, feeling his knees shake again, "what does Mr. Jazz mean by the heat?"

Groaning, Cliffjumper buries his helm into his servos. "I don't get paid enough to explain this to you." He does not, then, explain it to Jetfire.

~~~~

When Jetstorm gets back, he doesn't look well, and Sentinel is being much nicer to the both of them than he had been earlier in the day. Maybe Mr. Jazz explained that something was wrong? "You're both dismissed for the rest of the cycle," Sentinel had told them, "take care of it and be back in top form tomorrow, got it?"

"Got it," the twins had replied, though neither were actually certain what the Prime meant by take care of it.

The two were in their hab, and it was in this hab that Jetfire realized Jetstorm seemed to be experiencing the same symptoms that he was. Maybe they were sick? Both of them agreed that it felt like they had gotten a virus somehow. "I can go to the doctor," Jetfire announced, raising himself from the berth, "I will bring doctor back to see if we have a virus." Jetstorm nodded, and slowly, Jetfire made his way to the door, trying to stay steady.

Key word: trying. After only a few steps, Jetfire tripped over his own pedes, falling to the floor. As he fell, Jetstorm jumped up, shouting "Jetfire!" and reaching for him, grabbing his arm, and-

Jetfire hit the floor, though what really caught both of the twin's attention was the sudden sound of transforming, of a panel sliding away, and the soft whine that Jetfire let out upon Jetstorm grabbing him. Both twins glanced down to the source of the sound, finding a panel between Jetfire's legs had opened- was that always there? Behind the panel hid a puffy bit of protomesh with a slit down the middle. It was... leaking.

Both twins just stared down for a moment. After a klik or so of silence, Jetstorm asked, "Is it supposed to do leaking?"

"I don't know," Jetfire replied, a bit frightened. "I was not knowing I had..." What even is it? He reaches a servo down hesitantly, running a finger through the slit, and it sends such an intense bolt of charge up his spinal strut that his optics shoot open, and he lets out a loud moan.

Jetstorm leans down to get a bit closer to him. "Is it painful?" He asks, concern written all over his faceplates.

"No!" Jetfire shouts, before forcing his vocalizer to quiet down a bit. "No, no, is good," he pants out, and he runs his fingers over it again, up and then down again, letting out loud whimpers and soft cries. Is this why he had been so out of focus all day? Why he was so warm? Does that mean Jetstorm has one, too? "Feels good, feels good," and then he reaches out to touch his twin. "Jetstorm-"

Again, the two can hear the sound of a panel sliding away, and oh, Jetstorm does have one. "Jetfire," the blue mech sighs, and then they're both on the floor, Jetstorm is on the same level as him.

"Try it," Jetfire exvents, attempting to spread his legs further in hopes of giving Jetstorm a clear view of what he's doing. "Is feeling good. Jetstorm will like it."

"Feel it already," Jetstorm tells him. "The- the bond." And then, less hesitantly than Jetfire had, he does mirror Jetfire's actions, and oh, the orange mech understands. All at once, he's hit with a wave of pleasure and charge, as though his own is doubled, as though he's feeling twice the sensation he had prior. This must be how Jetstorm felt when Jetfire first started touching himself- it might be more intense, actually. Now that both of them are doing it, the feeling is ricocheting back and forth between them, funneled and amplified through the bond.

What a beautiful thing their bond is.

"Jetfire," Jetstorm lets out, "it's- oh, Jetfire is right. Is very good. Is very good."

Jetfire tries to respond, but all his vocalizer can produce is whines, whimpers, moans, and the occasional bout of static. He resets it once, twice, three times, and it is only on his fourth attempt to reset it that he can force out something other than whining. "Jetstorm," he exvents, "Jetstorm, what if we- what if we put them together?"

Jetstorm tilts his helm down at his twin in confusion. "Put them together?"

Nodding, Jetfire repeats, "Put them together. Rub them, our holes, together?" He says this like he's explaining, though his inflection makes it almost sound like a question. "Might- might feel good."

Jetstorm seems to consider it for a moment, before he pulls his servo back from himself with a whine. "Okay," he lets out. "Okay, let's try."

#🧃 i wrote something!#;; kinktober 2024 #;; nsft #;; transformers #;; jettwincest #;; jettwins #;; jetfire #;; jetstorm #ive written them before but i think i onlyyyy used the jettwins tag and didnt tag them seperately #ill give them their own tags #;; sentinel prime #;; jazz #;; cliffjumper

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activatebutterflyshield · 1 year ago

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The drive is a silent one.

I guess I can count myself lucky that we live right next to Washington, DC, since it’s hard to find ay DoU offices, let alone a branch of the BST, outside of the capitol. Marzipan is mewling from within her carrier, a sad and pathetic sound that only an expecting mother should be able to make. But all the vets say that every cat with Schrödinger’s Syndrome makes these noises; they even have recordings to prove to pet parents that the disease is real.

Anthony sighs again, looking back at the windshield. “God, I hope this ‘Department of the Unknown’—” he gestures with heavy airquotes “is a real thing, and that vet didn’t scam us.”

“Third time you’ve said that now.”

“I know. I just can’t think of anything else, besides what cure this disease might have.”

“Well, Schrödinger’s cat is a quantum thing, right? The cat is both alive and dead as long as no-one’s triggered the machine. Something about observers and superposition. So maybe they’re gonna do a fancy ultrasound or something to observe and make Marzipan pregnant or not pregnant.”

“I guess that makes sense.”

I slow the car down as the GPS indicates that we’ve made it to the Department of the Unknown, Bureau of Space Time office building, not out of fear, but plain confusion. The seal on the sign looks normal enough at a distance, but as I drive closer, more weird details come into view. The standard bald eagle takes center stage, but it is blindfolded and carrying what looks like a wand with a moon on one end. Thirteen—no, fourteen stars surround the eagle, with one of them being inverted and held within a circle at the end of the line. A Latin motto weaves around these stars on a ribbon: Transgressus Limina.

The parking lot is completely empty except for a series of cars marked with a DoU bumper sticker, and no-one even walks past the building as I and Anthony take out Marzipan’s crate. The door is unlocked, and we see a middle-aged woman manning the reception desk in a drab waiting room.

She looks up. “Hello. Are you Peter and Anthony Stockton?”

I share a glance with my husband in surprise. “Er, yes. Our cat has—”

“Schrödinger’s Syndrome, yes. That’s the most common thing we get, alongside reports of vampirism and werewolves. Please take a seat; Dr. May is dealing with a deer that caught Sleigh Bell Disease at the moment, and will be ready in around fifteen minutes.”

I blink. “Okay… thanks, Ms…”

The woman smiles. “Rio. I assume that you’re new to all of this?”

Anthony nods enthusiastically. “Extremely. I didn’t quite believe the vet when he said Marzipan was maybe pregnant or maybe not pregnant. You said something about the doctor treating a deer with, uh, Bell Disease?”

“Yes, Sleigh Bell Disease. Pretty common in all ruminants, but often deadly in reindeer. This buck caught a nasty strain of it and has been attempting to travel to the North Pole constantly, and destroying quite a bit of private and government property in the process. It’s better to capture, treat, and vaccinate hosts like him than shoot them dead; plus, Interior will take any chance to shove work onto Unknown’s plate.”

Anthony seems content with the answer, going to sit down with Marzipan, but I stay standing at the desk. “Uh, mind if I ask you what the department’s motto means?”

“Of course. Most departments don’t have a motto, but ours, Trangressus Limina, means ‘crossing the threshold’. After all, we were created to manage that other world, the supernatural one.”

I blink again. “W-Wait. The supernatural? I thought this was just advanced physics and weird biology, not magic.”

Ms. Rio looks at me in bewilderment for a moment, before she shifts slightly in her seat with a sigh. “Oh, dear. I thought you two were in on it. Sorry about this.”

“What? Sorry about what?”

Heavy footsteps echo from a hallway, as four security officers in open jackets and radios walk into the waiting room. Each is clearly a different person, but each walks in lock-step with the others, expressions unreadable behind black flu masks and dark sunglasses.

Anthony gets up in alarm, and Marzipan starts mewling more insistently. “Pete? What’s happening?”

“I-I don’t know, dear. I don’t know.”

Ms. Rio stands up with an odd posture, and as she walks out from behind the desk, I realize she has two horse’s legs under her skirt. “Again, I’m very sorry. It was my mistake, but you’re in on it now. Dr. May will have to finish up with that deer a lot quicker. Please just stay put for now. I really don’t want to have the strongarms—” she gestured at the security guards “—do their thing.”

Deep Water Prompt #3114

No vet can agree on whether our cat is pregnant or not. They say it must be Schrodinger's Syndrome, and we need to report it at once to the Bureau of Space Time.

#worldbuilding #layered earth #writblr #writeblr #prompt response

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moonlitdesertdreams · 3 years ago

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It's only sixteen hours...

A/N: This is just a little piece that I found in my drafts from a while ago. If there's interest, I'll definitely start on a part two for you guys :)

Tags: Jason Todd x f!reader, Jason Todd x you, Jason Todd x Reader, Jason Todd, Red Hood, Bruce Wayne, Batman, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Batfam, Batfamily, DC Imagines, Red Hood x f!reader, Red Hood x you, Red Hood x Reader, The Joker, Death in the Family, Lazarus Pits, Nightwing, Robin, Damian Wayne, Richard Grayson, Dick Grayson, Batfamily fluff, deaging, deaged jason todd

WARNINGS: None :)

Summary: Two Robins stopping by your apartment is never a good sign. Especially when they have a very small, very familiar kid in tow.

Word Count: 1.1k+

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“Just a minute! Christ, these pizza guys get more impatient by the day.”

The woman stalks from her frankly understocked bathroom, hair half-dry and blowdryer still hot on the counter. She snatches a beat-up leather wallet on her way to the door, kicking discarded boots out of the way.

“What’s the damage?” She calls, likely loud enough to irritate her upstairs neighbor.

“Oh, you’ll see.” The voice is familiar. Very familiar.

Hand on the doorknob, she halts and huffs a sigh. “Go away, Tim. Jason isn’t even here.”

“Listen, it’s important-”

He starts off with her real name, which gives her pause, as Tim Drake- and all of the Waynes- have been calling her Bug for as long as she’s known them. There’s only two situations she can fathom where Tim would dare use her real name; the first possibility was he had a death wish, and the second was that something was wrong. Horribly wrong.

Bug grinds her teeth before cracking the apartment door and nudging Jason’s pile of miscellaneous weapons to the side. To her surprise, it’s Damian’s face that greets her, complete with a domino mask and sweaty hair. A hood conceals the rest of his face, which connects to a baggy sweatshirt and blue jeans he’s somehow managed to slide over his costume.

“Damian? Why are you here?” She demands, leaning against the doorframe.

Damian, uncharacteristically silent, shifts awkwardly and points to his left, just out of Bug’s line of sight. She pokes her head into the hallway and observes a similarly dressed Tim Drake, face ducked into his hood while he holds a small, sleeping child in his arms that appears to be wrapped in Damian’s cape.

“Can we come in? Not exactly inconspicuous out here.”

Bug is not a fan of young children, and she loathes babysitting, but there is something in Tim’s voice making her stomach twist. His usual robotic tone and calculated movements are absent, and his brow is creased deeply enough that it looks like it hurts.

“Make it fast.” She permisses, stepping to the side.

The child in Tim’s arms shifts, but remains with its head tucked into his shoulder. Both boys shuffle inside, Damian making himself at home on her couch while Tim lingers near the kitchen.

“So, we were fighting this…” Tim scratches his head, careful not to jostle the child, “Wizard.”

Lifting a brow, Bug smirks. “Let me guess. Bruce is adopting another kid that needs a checkup?”

Being associated with the Bat-family and holding a medical degree often resulted in Bug playing pro-bono street doctor. That is, until she nags Bruce about the cost of supplies and he gives an excessive amount of money to continue the care for his ragged group of vigilantes.

“Not exactly. I mean, Jas- er, he does need a checkup.” Tim stammers, “He was caught up in the fight with the wizard.”

Bug’s tongue slides over her teeth and she crosses her arms. “Wanna try that again, Drake?”

“I don’t know, I’m pretty sure you’re gonna be pissed, and you’re scary when you’re pissed.”

She growls. “Timothy.”

Damian shoots up from the couch, face twisted in irritation. “This immaturity is outrageous.”

He stomps into the kitchen, taking a fierce stance in front of Bug, hands on his hips.

“Todd appeared in the middle of our fight, which had apparently crossed into his ‘territory’.” Damian begins, and Bug feels her stomach begin to drop. “He refused to let those educated in the art of magic continue the battle, and insisted on joining. While failing to properly gauge his enemy’s attacks, he was struck by a spell.”

Yep, that sounded like her Jason. Bug chews on the inside of her cheeks, attempting to read Damian’s face through the domino. “What kind of spell?”

A breathy laugh slips out of Tim’s mouth, and you look to the older Robin. “The kind that, uh, makesyouintoachildtemporarily.”

Bug blinks. “...Makes you into a child?”

Damian motions to the child in Tim’s hold who is now beginning to shift, small hands clutching fistfuls of his sweatshirt.

“Obviously.”

“Obviously.” Bug snaps, imitating Damian’s regal accent and posture. “Shut it, hellspawn. Like someone getting fucking de-aged is obvious.”

“Tt. With your level of education, it should be obvious at this point.” Damian shoots back.

Bug opens her mouth to return his attitude, when a small voice beats her.

“Leave her alone, Demon brat.”

She looks towards the source, finding familiar teal eyes staring at her. He looks similar enough, Bug thinks, with the piercing eyes and white streak tangled in with black bangs. Though he can’t be made to look older than five or six, something on his face tells her the memories didn’t fade like his age. Bug smiles in his direction, unsure how to approach the situation.

“He remembers everything, but as far as Zatanna could tell, he has the emotional processing of a child. So, it’s a lot. A lot for his brain right now.” Tim murmurs.

Tiny Jason twists to look at his younger but bigger brother. “I might be pint-sized, but I can still kick your ass, Replacement.”

Bug bursts out laughing at the nickname. Hearing such a small person speak with such animosity is hilarious, no matter the situation.

“Doubt it, Todd.”

Jason seems to consider Bug’s reaction and Tim’s words a moment. At first his face grows frustrated, and then begins to redden. Bug tilts her head to the side. “Jason, honey, are you alright?”

Those familiar eyes track to her face again, but this time they’re brimming with tears. A pang of guilt slams into Bug’s gut, and she immediately feels guilty. Tim has just told her he was emotionally vulnerable.

“I’m f-fine.” He starts, “This is all just s-stupid.”

Bug feels a tug on her heart, reaching a hand to brush it over Jason’s unruly hair. “I know it’s all really hard right now.”

Blustery eyes focus on Bug just as his hands reach out, and she doesn’t hesitate to extract him from Tim’s hold. It seems his clothes have been shrunk with him, and if he wasn’t a sniffling mess, Bug would tease him for how adorable his Red Hood armor was.

“Shh, Jason. It’s alright.” She soothes.”

And just like that, Damian and Tim are strolling towards the door, Tim with your abandoned mug of coffee in one hand. “Thanks, Bug!”

“Um, excuse me?” Her tone stops both Robins in their tracks. “I have questions, Tim.”

Jason continues his soft whimpering, face hidden in Bug’s shoulder.

Tim drains her coffee mug despite its lukewarm state. “Zatanna said it should wear off shortly, within uh… what’d she say again Damian?”

“Sixteen hours.”

“...Sixteen hours, yes. Have fun!”

Before Bug can argue, the door slams.

“Well Jason, I guess it’s you and me.”

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redhairedwolfwitch · 3 years ago

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How Could I Forget You? Gwen Stacy x Reader - Alternative Universe No Way Home - Spider-Woman

Summary: How could you ever really forget Gwen Stacy?

Request: Here me out, what if you write about Gwen being in Peter’s situation at the end of No Way Home? But have a happier ending in which reader remembers Gwen?

"This time, make everyone forget, make everyone forget who Gwen Stacy is. Make everyone forget... me." Gwen begged Doctor Strange, who shook his head.

"No."

"But it would work right?" Gwen's voice was frantic as she asked,

"Yeah, it would." Doctor Strange admitted, but he didn't want to do it.

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"Y/n..." Gwen's voice was wracked with sobs as she found you standing at the bottom of the Statue of Liberty.

"It's okay, it's okay. I love you Gwen, even if I forget you, I know I'll still love you, how could I ever really forget you, Gwen Stacy?" It took everything in you to stop your voice from shaking, but Gwen could see your eyes filling with tears.

"There's no other way-"

"Find me. Find me and tell me who you are, I'll remember, I'll never stop loving you, Gwen." You affirmed, your hands going to Gwen's cheeks as you stared into her eyes, pressing your forehead to hers.

"I love you." You whispered as Gwen closed her eyes, opening them to find you were gone.

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A shiver ran down Gwen's spine as she carried the small box of what she had left to the apartment she'd managed to rent with what money she had left.

In the box included: a copy of your favourite book, her drumsticks, GED textbooks, (since her high school record was erased), and one of your hoodies you'd left with Gwen before everything.

Placing the book on the wobbly nightstand, Gwen sighed as she realised her bookmark was gone. A strip of photos of you both, the final one being you kissing Gwen's cheek, Gwen's face full of queer panic.

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Doning her Spider-Woman suit, Gwen pulled up her hood as she began to swing through the streets to the small bookshop where you worked.

"Get away from me!"

Gwen heard your shout before she saw you, seeing you being backed into a wall by someone clad in a red tracksuit and balclava pointing a gun at you.

"Shut it, or I shoot-" the tracksuit didn't even get a chance to finish their sentence as a web snatched the gun from their hand.

All you saw was a blur as the tracksuit landed on the ground, unconscious, with a white, black and pink themed spider-hero having taken them out.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

A frown crossed your face as you stared at the spider themed vigilante, but something about their voice made your stomach twist.

"You... saved me again."

Gwen's eyes widened as the base of your skull ached slightly.

"Again?" Gwen whispered, reaching out hesitantly as your index and middle fingers rubbed at your temples, trying to qwell the ache.

"Are you-" Gwen froze as you gently reached out to her, feeling like you were staring into her soul as you looked through her lenses, even though you couldn't really see her eyes.

"Gwen?" You whispered, but the police sirens had her fleeing the scene, however, you had a feeling you'd see her again.

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Hours later, it was near closing time for the little bookshop, as you went through each row of books, noting stock down as the last prospective customers had left.

The bell's ring as the door opened had you turning your head slightly, wondering if your manager would serve them or tell them the store was closed.

"Hey stranger..."

Her voice had you dropping your clipboard, turning around on the step stool to see that she had caught it with ease.

The blonde haired girl with an undercut and pink tips, the eyebrow piercing, the off-white Empire State University hoodie that, that was actually yours? You could tell by the way the drawsting was missing both of the aglets, but one end was dyed pink.

Your eyes widened at the memory.

You were dyeing Gwen's hair when you got the pink dye on the drawstring of your hoodie, so you took it off, forgetting it on Gwen's couch.

Gwen. Gwen Stacy. The love of your life.

"Um..." Gwen's face was full of panic as she began to overthink, assuming you didn't really remember her.

That was until you jumped off of the step stool, Gwen's spider-sense tingling as she caught you with her hands under your thighs. Your legs wrapped around her waist as your arms went around her shoulders, pressing your forehead to hers.

Gwen's eyes widened for a moment before you pulled her into a kiss, humming at the familar feeling of Gwen's lips on yours, the memories flooding your mind.

"Wait, wait, you remember?" Gwen whispered, her glassy eyes staring into yours as you smiled.

"How could I ever forget you, Gwen Stacy?"

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#gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy imagine #spider-woman x reader #spider-woman imagine #spider-woman #spider-man no way home #alternative universe #spider-woman no way home #gwen stacy #doctor strange #he's there for a few seconds okay #spider woman #gwen #ghost-spider #eventually okay #requested #and i loved writing this

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gotham-academy-study-chat · 2 years ago

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Anything For You

(Hi. I own nothing DC owns. I wanted to add Dick Grayson to the Bad Things Happen card! I wanted to add some other characters in the bat family. Enjoy!)

Being stuck in a terrible situation is bad enough.

Being stuck in a terrible situation is made worse when you are in the gala as your secret identity and can not do anything about it.

One moment, Dick was keeping Damian from yelling at some rich person and looking for Roy and his family, who were running late. The next, gunshots rang through the entrance.

“Everyone freeze.” The man in the middle yelled.

Dick pushed Damian behind him. This is bad. None of the other siblings are here and Bruce has a gun pointed at him.

“Richard--” Damian started to complain but Dick stood his ground.

Unfortunately, this caught the attention of the men with the guns.

The leader smirked and called to them, “Damian Wayne!” The men walked to them.

“Move out of the way, Grayson.” The man demanded.

“No.” Dick declared.

The gun pointed at Dick’s chest, causing Damian to try to step forward but Dick held him back.

Dick did not move but he saw Roy and the other Arrows come in...in civilian clothing. The leader saw them and laughed.

“So many rich people!” He laughed and the gun lowered a bit.

Dick saw the moment the idea hit for Damian, who ran to change into Robin.

One of the men moved to shoot Damian but Dick fought the gun out of his hands.

Dick got punched for that but it was done. Damian got away. Guns pointed at different civilians, Bruce, Oliver, and Dinah.

“You lost me my target, Grayson!” He was hit again.

Bruce, Oliver, and Dinah let out a yell but the men ignored them.

Roy rushed forward but a gun pushed against Dick’s head stopped Roy in his tracks, a little closer to Dick but still too far.

“Like I said,” The man started. “Grayson lost me my target, so now he’s gonna beg for me and I maybe won’t kill him”

He said nothing. Dick had to stall. Any moment now, Robin is gonna break this up. Hopefully, Damian gets help from some of the others.

“Fine. Stay quiet.” The man taunted.

“Wait—“

The man growled and moved the gun from Dick’s head. He had only a second of relief before a shot sounded and Roy fell to the ground with a groan. He was shot in the leg.

“Roy!” He called out and tried to reach out to him.

The man held onto Dick. “Now you can beg for his life.”

Dick wasted no time. “Please leave him alone.” Dick pleaded.

The man smirked. “I don’t know. Boys, does that sound like he really wants this guy to live?”

The men laughed and shook their heads.

“Please. I’m begging you. You won’t get anything from this.” The man pushed Dick to the ground. He was closer to Roy now.

“Dick…” The other man trailed.

“You lost me my money. So, I think you should lose something.” The man said and aimed his gun at Roy. Dick moved before thinking and just as the gun shot, he threw himself in front of Roy.

Bruce screamed again, glass broke, sounds of a fight. However, Dick only felt pain. Then he felt someone hold him.

Waking up in a hospital bed is nothing new to Dick Grayson.

He slowly opened his eyes to see Damian sleeping on a chair next to the bed. Damian’s upper half was on the bed. His Robin was sleeping but Dick could tell it wasn’t very peaceful.

Roy and Bruce were not far from them, arguing quietly—but slowly getting louder.

“You’re going to wake him up.” Dick complained. Both men looked to him. “What happened?” He whispered.

“You were shot.” Roy said.

“The men are in custody.” Bruce added. “I’ll get your doctor.” Bruce left.

“Is he hurt?” Dick asked about Damian, then his head snapped to Roy. “Are you okay? Should you be out of bed—“

“You can’t be serious.” Roy sounded absolutely done. “I’m okay. I was released two days ago.”

“I’ve been out that long?”

“Yeah. Some of the others came around, too.”

Dick smiled at that. Then the smile fell. “What were you guys arguing about?”

Roy looked away. “Actually, for once, we were agreeing on something.”

“Are pigs flying?”

“Only when you convince Donna to take you flying.” Roy said almost immediately. Dick chuckled—even if they had this conversation a million times. “I admit it didn’t feel good but I understand.”

Oh. Oh. Bruce, you can’t be serious.

“You know,” Dick started as casually as he could. “This wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes, it was. If I hadn’t—“

“They would’ve picked someone else.”

“You jumped in front of a gun for me.”

“You make it sound like there was ever any doubt we would do that for each other. For any of the Titans.”

Roy looked away.

“I would do anything for you, Roy.”

Roy rushed and hugged him.

“I would do the same.”

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Hope you enjoyed!

#bad things happen bingo #richard grayson #dick grayson #dickroy #dick grayson deserves better #roy harper #dc comics #nightwing #dc robin #forced to beg #guns #teen titans #batfamily #damian wayne #hostage situation #bruce wayne

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crankynewt · 4 years ago

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Life Could Be a Dream - Chapter 2

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Summary: (Y/N) slowly begins to remember their life with “Pietro” before WestView as they move through the decades, but sometimes knowledge is a curse rather than a blessing.

Pairing: Pietro (Peter) Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: WandaVision Episode 6 spoilers! Read at your own risk!

Author’s Note: Here’s the highly requested second part to Be Okay! You don’t have to read it to understand this story, but it does fill in the gap during the 80s episode and give a little more context into the reader’s mind. Also, the reader’s powers and Halloween costume are highly based off of Starlight from the boys even though I did my best to make it gender neutral, but that’s what I kinda envisioned!

(Not My Gif!)

Your hips swayed as you danced around the kitchen, the sound of The Chords’ “Life Could Be a Dream” filled the room from the record player in the corner your beloved vinyl was spinning on. Chopping pineapple for the jell-o in the bundt mold beside you, you hummed along to the familiar tune as your feet shuffled back and forth on the checkered floor.

A whooshing sound and light breeze behind you tore your attention away from the task at hand. Turning around quickly, you were met with the smiling face of your loving boyfriend, relaxing in a chair with his feet propped up against the kitchen table. His dark jeans were complimented by a letterman jacket adorning his shoulders, his shades of grey complimenting your own and those surrounding the both of you.

“My partner and their impeccable taste in music.” He smirked, arms crossed behind his head.

“My boyfriend and his faster-than-a-bullet superspeed.” You retorted, shuffling over to your man and giving him a playful smack on the leg. “Feet off the table! We’ve gotta eat here in a few hours!”

Pietro whooshed once again, this time with one hand in your waist while the other held yours, finally slowing down enough to gently rock you to the music. Life really could be a dream, and you were experiencing it first-hand.

“What is happening? Where did this come from?!” Agent Woo asked, watching the dancing couple sway as a hexagon framed the image and the words ‘Pietro(Y/N)’ shone across the screen.

“I don’t know! When Wanda recast Pietro an extra broadcast started from inside the hex and this is what the channel’s playing.” Darcy explained, taking a sip of her long awaited coffee as the end credits began to roll. “She must have somehow created another storyline for them.”

“But, wait… Didn’t somebody say that (Y/L/N) went missing before the blip?” Monica commented, pointing at your smiling face on the screen.

“Last I heard was that they got beamed up on that spaceship in New York with Spider-Man and Doctor Strange, but nobody’s seen them since.” Jimmy added, crossing his arms with a furrowed brow.

“Well wherever they were, they’re back in action.”

You woke up with a gasp, shooting straight up as a cold sweat adorned your body. Your nightmare had been something that you couldn’t believe your mind had imagined, it was so real, so dark…

You had been on a strange planet surrounded by shades or orange and red, weirdly dressed people fighting all around you. At the centre of it all was this purple giant, a metallic glove adorning his hand as he fought the group of you away.

Before you knew what you were doing you were rushing towards him, hand raised as a tingling feeling ran down your arm while golden light formed around your hand. But your attack was to no avail as with a clench of his fist the giant had opened a red hole in front of you and you began free falling.

“What? What is it?” Pietro grumbled, slowly waking up at your sudden outburst. He sat up as well, rubbing his hand on your lower back soothingly.

“It was just a dream, babe.” You brushed it off, turning to face Pietro and leaning closer towards him. His eyes still held worry and a bit of disbelief as you played it off, but rather than argue, he just held you close as the two of you laid back down until sleep took it’s hold once more.

“How much longer ‘till he calls?” Darcy whined, spinning in her chair as the boredom of watching reruns overtook her. You and Peter had just finished your ‘80s episode, meaning that the two of you had just reunited with Wanda and Vision.

“Don’t worry, he’ll call.” Monica replied, and as if on cue the name ‘Jimmy Woo’ was flashing upon her phone screen. She was quick to answer and eagerly pressed the device to her ear. “Woo? What’d your guy say?”

“Scott said that (Y/N) hasn’t been seen since they were on a planet called Titan fighting Thanos. Stark apparently told him that they got tossed in some hole he opened and they couldn’t get them back.” Jimmy explained, the sound of a car moving filling the background as he was already on his way back from talking to Lang.

“You don’t think that he sent her to wherever this new Pietro came from, do you?” Monica responded, Darcy shrugging her shoulders in response.

“I mean, it’s well within the realm of possibilities?”

“What are you boys doing?” You called from the bottom of the stairs to where Pietro and the twins were playing some video game on the tv, laughing and shouting as they shot at each other. “Piet, why aren’t you in your costume?”

Your boyfriend finally turned to face you and your Halloween costume had his jaw quite literally dropping. You adorned a white costume with a golden star and accents on the front, meanwhile your cape was white with countless smaller stars decorating it’s entirety.

“Wow! Babe, you look… Wow!” He ogled, speeding over to you as his eyes took in your costumed appearance. He ignored your question, Wanda having to bug her brother once more for him to drag Tommy with him to make their matching Quicksilver costumes, their hair slicked up on the sides in an odd way.

Before you knew it the five of you were making your way down the street bustling with costumed kids. Pietro and Wanda were a couple steps ahead of you with the twins, you making the decision to take a minute to appreciate your domestic life while the siblings caught up.

“Unleash hell, demon spawn!” Pietro yelled as the twins went running off to fill their buckets with candy. You weren’t trying to eavesdrop, however you weren’t very far behind them and neither twin was making any effort to speak quietly.

“Do you remember when we were at the orphanage when mom and dad died?” She asked, the duo stopping to talk to each other in the middle of the busy road. While you didn’t intend to stop yourself, the sudden confusion that struck your mind left you no other choice.

Orphanage? Why would Peter have ever been in an orphanage when both his parents were still alive? Wait, Peter? Where was all this coming from?

Suddenly your life was quite literally flashing before your eyes. Getting your powers, joining the Avengers, falling through the portal to another reality, meeting the X-Men… Oh, and Peter. Your relationship with Peter came back in moments, from your first meeting to the day he kissed you after you almost died on a mission. And how could you ever have forgotten your wedding day?!

“Peter?” You asked out loud. Whether you were calling out to the man who you now remember to be your husband or questioning the memories that you had just regained you weren’t sure.

Your sudden comment caused Peter/Pietro to scoff in disbelief and furrow his brows, meanwhile Wanda’s expression darkened as her eyes glared daggers into your head.

“Did you just call me Peter?” He asked incredulously, but his face quickly softened as he saw the fear in your eyes. You were utterly dumbfounded, How did you get back here? Last thing you remembered was being at the school, then all of a sudden you were living in some sit-com town.

“Why doesn’t he remember me? Wanda, what have you done?” Your voice wavered, your gaze shifting from Peter to Wanda, who would have already murdered you if looks could kill.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” Her eyes flashed red, meanwhile Peter was standing there as if everything around him was completely normal.

“I think you do. Don’t make me do this, Wanda.” Your eyes began glowing as well. There was no way this would be ending well.

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ijustwant2write · 4 years ago

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Fight or Flight-Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

(GIF credit to @ladycolinbridgerton)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hiii,Love your writings! Could you do something Bridgerton, Anthony x reader where the reader tries to stop the duel and gets hurt? Angst/fluff?!’

Characters: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader, Daphne Bridgerton x Reader (sister-in-law), Collin Bridgerton x Reader (brother-in-law)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Duel (guns, mention of death), injuries, angst, fluff

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Collin and I laughed as we both carried Violet through the foyer of the home, clearly someone had too much to drink. My mother-in-law continued to deny this through her giggling.

“Of course not, you are completely sober.” Collin joked as we made it to the stairs.

“And I’m sober enough to know when you’re being impertinent.” Violet said to her son, still holding my hand.“Good night dears.”

“Good night mother.”

“Good night.”

Collin and I shared a look as she went upstairs, failing to hold in our laughter. We both doubled over as we laughed, until we heard someone call us. Turning to our left, we saw Anthony and Benedict in the doorway.

“Come here.” Anthony hissed.

“Good God. Did someone die?” Collin whined.

“What? What’s happened?” I asked, suddenly panicking.

“Collin, get here, now.” Anthony instructed, his younger brother complying.

I followed.“Anthony, what’s wrong? Is someone hurt? Are you in trouble?” I didn’t mean for all the questions but I loved him too much for something to happen to him.

He shoved Collin inside, stepping out and shutting the door behind him.“It doesn’t concern you darling. Just go up to bed.”

“Wait,” I grabbed onto his arm before he could get away,“Anthony, please don’t shut me out.”

“This isn’t for women’s ears. Please, do as I say.”

Anthony kissed my forehead tenderly, before he quickly ripped his arm away, looking sympathetic as he did so. The door shut, and although I was tempted to burst in there, I knew this was something out of my league. Sighing, I reluctantly walked away, slipping off my heels before slowly making my way upstairs.

As I prepared for bed, my mind was distant. I couldn’t stop wondering what their meeting was about. Anthony looked stressed (even more than usual), and the fact that the eldest brothers were together meant this business was serious. Once my maids were finished and gone, I sat up in bed, having left some candles lit. At first I thought reading might take my mind off things, but the romantic novel only made me think of my husband more. I was tired from the ball, feet throbbing from dancing, which made me believe I could fall asleep. I wasn’t able to fool myself, unfortunately stuck awake again. Groaning in frustration, I stood, making my way to the door. I hesitated, wondering if I should really go storming downstairs when Anthony told me otherwise. No, I had to check on my love.

Opening the door, I heard someone else do the same. Poking my head out, I looked down the hall, seeing Daphne also awake. She rushed towards me, grabbing my hand without a word and dragging me out of my room.

“Woah, Daphne, woah, slow down!” I exclaimed quietly, stopping her at the top of the stairs.“Why are you rushing downstairs? What’s wrong?”

“My brother is doing something terribly stupid, and I cannot stand by doing nothing.” She said, tugging on my arm as she continued her route.

That made my heart beat even greater, terrified for what my husband could be a part of. I kept up with her, still tightly holding her hand until we burst into the room the men had their meeting in. Collin was the only one in there, looking alarmed when he saw us.

“Where have they gone?” Daphne demanded to know.

Collin sighed.“Daph-”

“Tell me where this duel takes place.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Duel?! Anthony has gone to a duel?! With who?!” I exclaimed.

“So that I may prevent it from happening.” Daphne continued.

“Hastings has done you a grave dishonour.”

“Can someone please explain what is happening?” I stood beside them, though neither took any notice.“What does the Duke of Hastings have to do with any of this?”

“Surely you wish to see him pay?”

“Not with his life.” Daphne snapped back.

“Anthony is dueling with Hastings?! What if they kill each other?”

“It will not come to that.” Collin finally addressed me.“The Duke will remember his honour once he finds himself on the deadly end of a pistol.”

“And if he does not?” Daphne said.

“They will both do the gentlemanly thing and fire their pistols wide. Now allow them to bring this ugly business to a conclusion themselves.”

Daphne groaned as I began pacing around the room.“Do you know how many times I’ve heard that said? Myself and (Y/N)? That we should leave the men to their business and to not concern ourselves with such weighty affairs? Whose affairs, right now, are my future, my family.”

“This isn’t going to end well, you know it Collin.” I stopped walking around, crossing my arms over my chest in frustration.

“(Y/N) is right. Anthony is too angry to fire wide and Simon is too stubborn to yield. You did not see them in that garden.”

“No, I did not, and neither did anyone else. You should be happy that no one saw anything.” Collin pointed out.

So something dishonourable happened in the gardens of the party. Something that has cause my husband to want to duel an old friend. Part of me felt slightly angered towards Daphne, she had been playing with fire around the Duke, it’s all Anthony went on about for the last few weeks.

“Only someone did see.” Daphne realised.

Collin and I stared at her wide eyed.

“Cressida Cowper. Collin, you must tell me where they’ve gone.”

“I’m coming with you.” I declared.

“Neither of you are going, Anthony will have my head-”

“Collin.” I stood in front of him, putting on the angriest face I could.“My husband may be about to lose his life and I knew nothing about it. Believe me, he will be reprimanded for that, but if you do not tell us where these stupid men are right now, it will be me having your head, not Anthony!”

After pressuring Collin to reveal where the men were, we raced to the stables, both Daphne and I still in our nightgowns, with only a cloak to cover us from the wind whipping against us as we rode. Our poor horses were not expecting this early call, using what energy they had to gallop as fast as possible. My throat was dry, heart racing and mind drowning with thoughts about what could be happening right now. Had they even started? Were the shots fired?

We rode out of the country and into large fields. It seemed that we would never reach them in time. I kept my eye out for any signs of people or horses, praying that my husband wouldn’t be bleeding out on the ground. Why hadn’t he told me? He hadn’t even said goodbye. All I got was a simple kiss on the forehead, nothing other than that. Even if he did survive, he would have to leave this place, but was he going to leave without me?

“There they are!” Daphne shouted to us, speeding her horse ahead.

“Daphne! Wait!” I yelled after her, but she was too far away.

There were multiple bodies up ahead, and it looked like the duel had only just started, they were taking their steps already. I urged my horse to go faster, screaming Anthony’s name, but he couldn’t hear me. The men turned, ready to aim and fire. Tears started falling down my cheeks, quickly drying from the wind hitting my face. I was getting so close, but it still wasn’t enough. Daphne had somehow made it to them, but as the gunshots echoed out, she was caught in the middle of it, her horse rearing up and throwing her off.

As she landed on the ground, my horse also got spooked, rearing up as hers did, though I managed to stay on. However, it went hurtling forwards, and I couldn’t regain any control. I screamed as I tried to grab the rein again, feeling my balance slip away. One minute I was managing to stay upright on the horse, the next I had fallen off to my left, with my foot still hooked onto the stirrup. My head hit the ground harshly, and I was dragged through the dirt and grass as my horse continued to gallop. I couldn’t make out where I was, or what was right or left. Suddenly, the horse started slowing down, the dragging finally stopping. As I figured out where I was, my head still spinning, I felt someone lift my leg out of the stirrup and slowly onto the floor.

“(Y/N), (Y/N) can you hear me?” Anthony gently held my face in his hands, kneeling beside me.

“My head...” I moaned.

“It’s alright, my dear.” an older man appeared, and I only just realised he was also kneeling beside me.“You’ve hit your head quite hard, you’ll likely have bruises along your back, and your leg will ache. But it’s nothing rest won’t fix. If you have severe headaches, you should call upon me again to give you something for it. For now, I shall forget I ever saw any of this, just as we agreed.”

“Thank you doctor.” Anthony breathed out, helping me sit up as the doctor walked away.

I clung onto his arm, using my other hand to pull his face closer to mine. I kissed him hard, relieved that he was still alive and unharmed. He seemed to be feeling the same way as me, until I pulled away and slapped him round the face. His mouth was open in shock.

“That’s for going to a duel without telling me.”

“(Y/N), I...what?”

“I can’t believe you thought you could just go and get shot, or shoot someone and leave me behind! What would happen to me? I couldn’t bear it if you died, or left, either way, I am furious with you!”

“Darling, I had to do it. He dishonoured Daphne, therefore, dishonouring our name.”

I tried to stand by myself, though felt dizzy, annoyed that I had to have Anthony to help me. He kept his arms around me, and although I loved the feeling, knowing he was safe, I had a hatred for him in that moment.

“But why wouldn’t you tell me?” I looked up at him, ignoring the throbbing in my head.

“We would have to leave society, make a life as...I don’t know what but we wouldn’t be allowed here anymore.”

“So? Do you really think I regard myself so highly that I would diminish my love for you to remain in society?”

“What?”

“Anthony, I would rather leave all of this behind, and be with you wherever you go in the world. That fact that you think I would prefer to live without you hurts me.”

“(Y/N), I didn’t mean-”

I slipped out of his hold, hopefully stable now.“I don’t want to speak of this right now. I’m finished with this topic of conversation.”

Anthony knew there was no point trying to reason with me in that moment. It was also no time to argue when there were more pressing matters at hand. He huffed, only walking away from me once Collin approached, letting me loop my arm through his for support. I watched as he glared at Simon, who was in a deep discussion with Daphne.

“We must resume before someone should find us.” he said to Simon before taking a pistol from Benedict again.

“There will be no need to resume.” Daphne spoke up. We all looked at her, wondering how she was going to stop the duel.“The Duke and I are to be married.”

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We had all ensured we were home before any of the staff could see us, slipping out of our dirty clothes and stuffing them under the bed. I had struggled, feeling nauseous as I rushed. But as I lay down in bed, my headache suddenly returning and my back aching, I heard the door lock. Anthony threw the key onto his desk in the room, hands on his hips as he paced.

“Anthony.” I tried to stop him.“Anthony, please don’t do that.”

“I’m thinking (Y/N).” he mumbled.

“Then why don’t you think in your office? You’re making me dizzy. And nervous.”

“Do not speak to me like that. You do realise how this might tarnish our name?”

“They’re getting married, it will be fine Anthony.”

“It does not matter, he still dishonoured her, I saw it myself.”

“And you have not done that yourself in the past?”

That made him stop in his tracks. His head turned to me so quickly I though his neck would snap off.“They were not eligible ladies.”

“And that makes a difference? Anthony, I need to rest, please leave me.” I turned onto my side, pulling the covers higher so they almost covered my face.

He groaned, and I instantly regretted what I had said. His footsteps were loud as he made his way to the door, but I never heard it being unlocked. He sounded like he was now approaching the bed, and I found out I was right when the bed dipped in front of me me. I opened my eyes to see Anthony shuffling around, and I heard two light thumps on the floor from taking off his boots, before he lifted and covers; he shuffled in towards me, gently putting his arm under my pillow, moving as close as he could to me.

“You are right.” his voice was quieter now.“I, along with many men, have...done things in the past. Those women are, were meant for those things, but as soon as I saw you in the room, I knew I had to approach you. I remember that beautiful blue dress you were wearing, and how well you held yourself. But you were still so enticing, I found you to be so interesting, yet you only spoke with me for five minutes. You danced so elegantly, yet I still thought I could keep up with you.”

“If you are trying to make me swoon so I forget all about earlier, it isn’t working. You use the same story every time.” I said.

“Because it’s one of the best ones. I could retale about the time I saw you first promenading, the balls and social events we coincidentally went to, how I called upon your house-”

“Anthony, you may stop.” I tried not to giggle, but my smile was evident.“I am still angry at you for putting yourself in such an idiotic and dangerous situation. However, I deeply admire your love for your family, I know you would do anything for them. Just...if you ever do anything like that again, you are to inform me of your plans. I go wherever you go.”

“I promise. I was stupid to think I could do that to you. I just wanted to make sure you would still have a good life.”

“The only way I would have a good life is by being with you.”

Anthony smiled, tenderly kissing me.“You should rest darling. You’re hurt.”

“As long as you stay here with me.”

“I promise.”

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stelliyue-cafe · 3 years ago

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꒰🕰꒱ [ 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 ] Until I Met You

꒰📦꒱ [ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ] There’s a story behind every poem. It’s only when The Doctor shows you a star cluster, you finally find the right words to end yours. (That’s a shitty way of putting it ngl XD)

꒰☕️꒱ [ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] 10th Doctor x Fem! Reader

꒰📔꒱ [ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ] A little angst *shrug* // This hasn't been edited since I last posted it in 2020.

꒰🌟꒱ [ 𝐌𝐞𝐢’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ] A repost from an olddd blog. Plus, I've been reminded that I love 10.

She’d been travelling with the Doctor since his ninth regeneration. Back then, he had big ears, blue eyes and always wore a leather jacket. Now, he wore a pinstripe suit and a long trench coat. Eyes that once resembled the ocean now give off a dark chocolate hue. Don’t be fooled- when the sun shone on it from a certain angle, they would reveal their hidden beauty.

(Y/N) sat on a chair in the TARDIS library, writing in her journal. She knew that travelling with the Doctor wasn’t a lifetime thing, despite the fact that she wanted it to be. So between adventures, she’d write down her experiences and how she felt.

Groaning in frustration, she looked over the poem she was writing. The words she needed to end said poem were just not coming to her thoughts. Reading it from the top, she began to reminisce about the moments that were tied to each stanza.

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Love; I always thought of it like a fairytale I could never reach- Until I met you.

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An ensemble of screams and moans of injured people echoed throughout the streets. Figures of metal were shooting lasers at those who wouldn’t comply with their demands of “being upgraded”.

(Y/N) had gotten herself caught in the middle of this invasion as she was walking home from work. “On Christmas Eve?! Where’s your holiday spirit?” She muttered as she ran away from the chaos.

“You will be upgraded.” The figures repeated.

As she ran, she witnessed a woman, ahead of her in the distance, get shot down by one of the laser beams. (Y/N) let out a gasp as she felt herself running faster. Her mind was also in deep thought, trying to figure out the logic of the invasion.

“Ouch…” She muttered as she rubbed her shoulder, “Sorry about that!” (Y/N) said, now looking at the person she bumped into. He was an old man wearing a black suit and had grey hair that curled and stuck out in random places. The man had a companion, ‘Probably his granddaughter…’ She thought.

The old man looked at her in shock, as if he knew her. (Y/N) met his gaze, now seeing that his eyes were a blueish-green, having that same feeling. It was as if she knew him at some point in her life. His companion gave a soft nudge to wake him from his trance. “No, it’s quite… alright.”

(Y/N) nodded before she turned around to see if she could make sense of the situation. “What did they mean by upgraded…?” She muttered.

“Clara… this is…” She heard the only man start.

“Doctor, those are Cybermen… right?” His companion whispered.

(Y/N) tried to hear what the girl said, but her voice was too soft for her to catch anything. Suddenly, another man bumped into her.

“Blimey, I’m just a magnet for collisions today…” She said, rubbing her other arm. The new stranger grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and started to run away from the old man and his companion.

They managed about five steps before (Y/N) quickly tugged on the stranger’s hand and looked at him confused, “Who are you?” It was at that moment she could get a look at him. This man had nice blue eyes and big ears- how charming.

The stranger looked at her, “I’m The Doctor.”

Instead of understanding, she looked even more confused, “I’m sorry, Doctor who…?”

“Doctor!” The old man called out. The “Doctor” looked at the old man and his companion.

“Doctor, this one is special. Don’t let this one go.” The Doctor gave a small nod, acknowledging the old man’s advice. The look on his face looked like he didn’t know why he trusted the old man, but he just knew he could.

(Y/N) waved her free hand in front of the stranger’s face, “Hello? Doctor?”

“Yes?” The stranger and the old man answered at the same time.

Before she could continue, a laser beam had missed them and ended up hitting a car.

“Ah, right.”

“You still never answered my question! Doctor who?”

The stranger chuckled, “Exactly. Now run!” He said before taking (Y/N)’s hand in his and running away from the scene.

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Love; I didn’t know it could make someone so happy- Until I met you.

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“What happened?” Rose asked, rubbing her head.

“Don’t you remember?” (Y/N) asked, instead of answering her question.

“It’s like there was this singing…”

“That’s right. I sang a song and the Daleks ran away,” The Doctor said, leaning against the console for support.

“I was at home. No, I wasn’t. I was in the TARDIS with (Y/N) and there was this light. I can’t remember anything else.” Rose said, still trying to remember what happened.

“Rose Tyler, (Y/N) (L/N), I was going to take you to so many places. Barcelona. Not the city Barcelona, the planet Barcelona. You’d love it. Fantastic place. They’ve got dogs with no noses. Imagine how many times a day you end up telling that joke, and it’s still funny.”

“Then, why can’t we go?” Rose asked.

“Maybe you will, maybe I will, but not like this,” The Doctor said, gesturing to himself.

“You’re not making sense,” Rose said as she stood up.

The Doctor looked at (Y/N) and nodded his head at Rose. (Y/N), although confused, walked over to Rose and held her arm. “I might never make sense again. Imagine me with no head. And don’t say that’s an improvement, but it’s a bit of a dodgy- this process. You never know what you’re going to end up with.” He doubled over in pain.

“Doctor!” Rose yelled, taking a step toward the Doctor.

“Rose, we can’t!” (Y/N) said, pulling Rose back.

“Stay away! Stay with each other!” The Doctor commanded.

“Doctor, tell us what’s going on!” (Y/N) pleaded.

“I absorbed all the energy of the Time Vortex and no one’s meant to do that. Every cell in my body is dying,” He explained.

“Can you do something about it?” Rose asked.

“Yeah, I’m doing it now. Time Lords have this little trick, it’s sort of a way of cheating death. Except it means I’m going to change, and I’m not going to see you or (Y/N) again. Well, not like this. Not with this daft old face.” The Doctor said, trying to lighten up the moment.

“And before I go...” He groaned.

“Don’t say that-“ (Y/N) said softly.

“Rose, (Y/N), before I go, I just want to tell you, you both were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And do you know what? So was I,” He smiled before a golden light burst out of his body.

Rose covered her eyes and (Y/N) squinted. A new Doctor stood in front of them, “Hello. Okay. Ooh, new teeth. That’s weird. So where was I? Oh, that’s right. Barcelona!” The Doctor smiled and ran over to (Y/N) and Rose, pulling them to the console. He suddenly grabbed (Y/N)’s face by the cheeks and kissed her.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened and the Doctor pulled away, “Right, still got it.” He turned to face the console and started to press buttons and pull levers. (Y/N) placed her fingers on her lips. Rose smiled and playfully nudged (Y/N).

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Love; I didn’t know it could make one deeply care about someone- Until I met you

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(Y/N) sat next to The Doctor, who had been changed into pajamas and put into bed.

Jackie walked in the room with a stethoscope in hand, “Here we go. Tina the cleaner’s got this lodger, a medical student, and she was fast asleep. So I just took it. Though I still say we should take him to the hospital.”

(Y/N) took it, “We can’t. They’d lock him up. They’d dissect him. One bottle of his blood could change the future of the human race. Now shush!” (Y/N) placed the ear tips in her ears and set the stethoscope’s diaphragm on The Doctor’s chest. She listened attentively, making sure she could hear his heartbeats. “Both working,” (Y/N) said as she leaned back in the chair.

“What do you mean, both?” Jackie asked.

“Well, he’s got two hearts.”

“Oh don’t be stupid.”

“He does!” (Y/N) retorted.

“Anything else he’s got two of?” Jackie asked.

Rose entered the room and put her hand on her mom’s shoulder, “Leave them alone, mum.” Jackie took a last look at The Doctor and (Y/N) before leaving the three of them alone.

(Y/N) watched as The Doctor exhaled some of the TARDIS’ golden energy. She smiled softly and pushed some of his hair from his eyes.

“Sorry to ask this so late in our travels. Every time I plan on asking, it slips my mind. So what is your relationship with The Doctor…? Are you his girlfriend?” Rose asked, walking over to (Y/N).

(Y/N) blushed, “G-Girlfriend? I’m flattered you think so, but it’d be nice…” She muttered the last part. “I’m actually like you- his companion. Someone he saved when there was funny alien business…” (Y/N) took The Doctor’s hand in hers, “He’s my best friend.”

“Rose!”

“I’ll be back,” Rose said, patting (Y/N)’s shoulder before leaving the room.

“Come on, Doctor… I’m your companion, but I can only do so much…” (Y/N) whispered.

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Love; I didn’t know it could be unrequited- Until I met you

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“Where are you two?” Rose asked.

“Inside the TARDIS,” (Y/N) said sadly.

“There’s one tiny gap in the universe left, just about to close, and it takes a lot of power to send this projection. We’re in orbit around a supernova. I’m burning up a sun just to say goodbye,” The Doctor said, his hearts aching.

“You look like ghosts,” Rose laughed softly.

“Hold on,” The Doctor pointed his sonic screwdriver at the console to solidify their image.

“Can I..?” Rose trailed off, taking a step towards them.

“We’re still just an image. You can’t touch us and vice versa.” (Y/N) informed.

“Can’t you come through properly?”

“The whole thing would fracture. The two universes would collapse,” The Doctor said, pain in his voice.

“Where are we? Where did the gap come out?” (Y/N) asked, trying to change the subject.

“We’re in Norway,” Rose said.

“Norway. Right.” The Doctor said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“About fifty miles from Bergen. It’s called Dårlig Ulv Stranden.”

“Dalek?” The Doctor asked quickly.

“Dårlig. It’s Norwegian for bad. This translates to Bad Wolf Bay…” She paused. “How long have we got?”

(Y/N) looked at her wristwatch, “About two minutes.”

“I can’t think of what to say,” Rose cried.

“You've still got Mickey, then?” (Y/N) asked.

“There's five of us now. Mum, Dad, Mickey, and the baby.”

“You're not?” The Doctor asked, quickly glancing at her stomach.

“No. It's mum. She's three months gone. More Tylers on the way.”

“And what about you? Are you…?” He trailed off.

(Y/N)’s eyes shift between the two as if she were watching a tennis match. She was happy that The Doctor was able to see Rose, but it hurt her heart to know that his affections were never hers to cherish in the first place.

“Yeah, I'm back working in the shop.”

“Oh, good for you.” He smiled.

“Shut up. No, I'm not. There's still a Torchwood on this planet. It's open for business. I think I know a thing or two about aliens.”

“Rose Tyler, Defender of the Earth. You're dead, officially, back home. So many people died that day and you've gone missing. You're on a list of the dead. Here you are, living a life day after day. The one adventure I can never have.” The Doctor said.

“Am I ever going to see you again?”

“You can't.”

“What're you going to do?”

“Oh, I've got the TARDIS. Same old life, last of the Time Lords.”

“On your own. I, I love you.”

(Y/N) had tuned out their conversation, but gasped The Doctor wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him, “Not always alone, I’ve got (Y/N). And I suppose, if it's one last chance to say it, Rose Tyler-” The Doctor got cut off as the hologram vanished- time had run out. He pulled (Y/N) in a tight embrace. (Y/N) stood shocked for a moment before wrapping her arms around her lonely angel.

“Doctor, I-” She started. (Y/N) wanted to confess but decided against it. She loved the Doctor ever since he saved her that Christmas Eve. “Doctor, I’ll miss her too… Time will heal us all eventually.” She whispered as she felt his embrace tighten. ‘I’ll tell him another day…’

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Love; Oh, how you loved her...

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The Doctor and (Y/N) had run into the TARDIS, their backs pressed against the closed doors. They managed to escape another Dalek attack. Any sane person would leave with all these instances of almost dying, but it was the rush of adrenaline that made her stay. Even though saving the universe and those who inhabited it was stressful enough, it would be those moments before they ran away that made her continue to travel with the Doctor.

They were still holding each other’s hands, fingers intertwined. That became the norm between the two. When asked about the sudden change, the Doctor simply stated that intertwining their fingers would make it harder for him to let go and easier to keep her close. Though (Y/N) was slightly disappointed in his answer, she was just happy that the Doctor could move on and continue saving the universe.

After they calmed down they looked at each other and laughed. The Doctor had finally let go of (Y/N)’s hand and started walking toward the console. (Y/N) followed behind him, ready to start pushing buttons or pulling levers until-

“You were absolutely brilliant, Rose!” He said as he picked her up and spun her around.

She grinned before realising what he said, “Rose… You called me Rose.”

The Doctor set her down slowly, “No... No, no, no, no- (Y/N) I didn’t mean to-“ He said, running a hand through his hair.

“It’s okay Doctor... I miss her too.” Little did the Doctor know, (Y/N)’s heart was aching too. Not just because of the loss of her friend, but the feeling of unrequited love. (Y/N) and the Doctor had their moments, but she knew she could never fill the hole Rose left in his heart.

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Love; I didn’t know it could make you feel… conflicted- Until I met you

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“Not the whole town. Just save someone.” Donna pleaded.

The Doctor flipped a few switches and the TARDIS rematerialises. He walked over to the door and pulled it open. “Come with me,” He said, a hand stretched out to Caecilius and his family.

~*~*~

The Doctor, (Y/N), Donna, Caecilius, and his family exited the TARDIS watched as Pompeii was filled with volcanic ash. “It's never forgotten, Caecilius. Oh, time will pass, men'll move on, and stories will fade. But one day, Pompeii will be found again. In thousands of years. And everyone will remember you,” (Y/N) said, trying to give hope to Caecilius.

“What about you, Evelina? Can you see anything?” Donna asked.

“The visions have gone.”

“The explosion was so powerful it cracked open a rift in time, just for a second. That's what gave you the gift of prophecy. It echoed back into the Pyrovillian alternative. But not anymore. You're free.” said The Doctor.

“But tell me. Who are you, Doctor? With your words, and your temple containing such size within?” Metella asked.

“Oh, I was never here. Don't tell anyone.”

“The great god Vulcan must be enraged. It's so volcanic. It's like some sort of volcano. All those people.” Caecilius said, trying to cope with the loss of his home.

The Doctor, (Y/N), and Donna slipped back into the TARDIS. “Thank you,” Donna said.

“Yeah. You were right. Sometimes I need someone. Welcome aboard.” The Doctor replied, walking back to the console.

“Yeah.” Donna sighed in relief.

(Y/N) sat on the chair near the console, thinking about the events that happened. He was going to abandon Caecilius and his family. What would happen if Donna wasn’t there to stop him from leaving? ‘If worse comes to worst… would he abandon me too…? How can I love someone that could just leave without another thought?’

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Love; I didn’t think that you’d have to see the one you love in pain- Until I met you.

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“I'm the Doctor, and I declare this war is over.” He threw the globe onto the floor. It smashed into pieces, releasing gas and energy. Everyone watched it slowly rise and one by one they started to put down their weapons. Everyone except for Cobb.

“What's happening?” Jenny asked, walking up to (Y/N).

“The gases will escape and trigger the terraforming process,” (Y/N) said.

“What does that mean?”

“It means a new world.” The Doctor said, walking up behind them and setting his hands on their shoulders. (Y/N) glanced up at the Doctor, her heart swelling up with love and adoration once more. He looked at Jenny then at (Y/N), giving her a small smile.

As the two had their moment, Jenny’s gaze moved to Cobb, who had his gun pointed at (Y/N) or The Doctor- she couldn’t tell.

“No!” Jenny took the bullet Cobb intended for either of them and fell backward into (Y/N)’s arms. She lays her on the ground, Jenny still in her arms.

“Jenny? Jenny. Talk to me, Jenny.” (Y/N) cooed softly. The Doctor knelt next to them.

“Is she going to be alright?” Donna asked, looking at Martha. Martha shook her head.

“A new world. It's beautiful.” Jenny said.

“Jenny, be strong now. You need to hold on, do you hear me? We've got things to do, you, The Doctor, and me, hey? Hey? And Donna too. We can go anywhere. Everywhere. You choose.” said (Y/N).

“That sounds good…” Jenny smiled weakly.

“You're my daughter, and we've only just got started. You're going to be great. You're going to be more than great. You're going to be amazing. You hear me? Jenny?” The Doctor asked. (Y/N)’s body shook as Jenny died in her arms. She felt so guilty. The Doctor’s daughter died for her sake.

(Y/N) looked up at The Doctor, Donna, and Martha. A sudden realisation came to mind, “Two hearts. Two hearts. Doctor, she’s like you! If we wait. If we just wait-” She rambled. This possibility also gave The Doctor hope.

“There's no sign, (Y/N). There is no regeneration. She's like the Doctor, but maybe not enough.” Martha said, debunking (Y/N)’s theory.

“No. Too much. That's the truth of it. She was too much like me." The Doctor said, kissing Jenny's forehead. (Y/N) laid her down and stood next to Donna and Martha. The Doctor walked over to Cobb. Cline and another soldier held his arms and made him kneel.

The Doctor picked up the pistol and pointed it at Cobb's head for a long while. Silence and shock filled the Doctor's companions.

He put the safety back on the pistol, "I never would. Have you got that? I never would. When you start this new world, this world of Human and Hath, remember that. Make the foundation of this society a man who never would."

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Love; ? ????'? ???? ?? ??? ????? ??? ????- ????? ? ??? ???.

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The TARDIS came to a sudden stop, shaking the library. The pen slipped from her fingers, waking her from her daydream. "Damn it…" (Y/N) cursed under her breath, bending down to retrieve her pen from under the table.

"(Y/N)! Come here! I want to show you something!" The Doctor's voice echoed through the halls.

(Y/N) smiled, "Coming, Doctor!” Her head jerked up, hitting the table above her, “Ouch!” She rubbed her head whilst getting out from under the table. Before heading over to the control room, (Y/N) had closed her journal and set it back in its place on the bookshelf.

The Doctor looked over to (Y/N) as she came into view. “What’s up, Doc?” (Y/N) asked.

He made a face that caused (Y/N) to laugh, “I always wanted to say that.” She admitted. The Doctor rolled his eyes, “I have something to show you.” He said, gesturing to the door.

(Y/N) raised a brow, “Oh? And what in all of the universe do you have waiting for me outside those doors?” She asked, walking over to the doors.

He smiled and started to make his way over to her, “Well, open those doors and find out yourself.”

Her hand rested on the handle- hesitation. She remembered a quote from a book she read long ago, in her childhood days, “He who hesitates is lost.” So she didn’t wait any longer. She pulled open the TARDIS doors and gazed upon the star system in front of her. Beautiful shades of red, green, and yellow surrounded the system. (Y/N) sat on the edge as The Doctor crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. “Alpha Centauri, I helped build that one- No wait… I read that from a book,”

Her eyes filled with wonder as her feet swung back and forth. The Doctor joined in, sitting next to her. His hand rested on hers, ever so gently. (Y/N)’s heart began to race. She looked down at her hand before looking up at The Doctor, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Alpha Centauri is a binary star system and a very special one at that.” The Doctor said, placing a small tap on her nose with his index finger.

She laughed softly, “And why is that, Doctor?” She said lightly nudging him.

“Well,” He started, whilst putting on his glasses. “The two stars in its orbit so closely together that, until your modern telescopes, humans thought they were one star. Two stars so close, orbiting each other, that their light appears as one from Earth.” He finished, looking at the star system. (Y/N) rested her head on his shoulder, “Now that’s amazing…”

The duo sat in silence, merely enjoying each other’s company even without holding a conversation. These were the moments that (Y/N) wished lasted forever. Unbeknownst to her, the Doctor felt the same way.

He cleared his throat, “Er- I read a book in the library, it was a strange book. It had stories of adventures, but also doodles and poetry.” (Y/N) woke from her dream-like state, “Uh… W-What kind of poetry?” She stuttered, lifting her head from his shoulder to look up at the Doctor.

"All types of poems. Ones focused on the author's anger, happiness, sorrow, and regret. Although, there was a poem I liked. It was about the author's love for someone. I liked it so much that I read it over and over until I had it memorized."

She gulped, "O-Oh really? What did it say?"

“Love; I chose to never make it something spending my life waiting for- Until I met you…"

'Oh gosh no… He found your journal, you complete idiot.' (Y/N) didn't need to hear him recite the rest. After all, she was the author.

"Love…" He trailed off, "And that's where the poem left off. It seemed unfinished and I'd really like to know how the poem ends." He said scratching the back of his head.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and exhaled, mentally preparing herself for what she was about to do. “I… know the rest of the poem…”

His eyes lit up with joy, “Really? Could you, perhaps, tell me?” A small moment of silence, “I mean, only if you want to! I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable…”

(Y/N) cleared her throat, “Love… I didn’t know it was worth the wait- Until I met you.”

“That was a wonderful closing statement, but how did you know?” He asked as he took her hand in his, rubbing the back of her palm with his thumbs.

“I know because... I’m the author. I wrote all those poems…” She said, looking at the star system to avoid his gaze.

“Hey, wait...” He gently tilted her chin to make her face him, “That- That poem… It couldn’t possibly be me who makes you feel that way, right?”

(Y/N) nodded slowly. The Doctor grinned and placed a kiss on her forehead, “Thank goodness because what I’m about to do might kill that human heart of yours,” He teased.

She moved her head away, “Doctor, what are you-” The Doctor chuckled before taking her chin in between his index finger and thumb, “This.” He said before placing a kiss on her lips.

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shemarmooresfedora · 4 years ago

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A Bump in the Road

Summary: You and Spencer had kept your relationship a secret from the team until something changed your plans.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: brief mentions of a case but other than that, just pure fluff!

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: this is the first of my 3 fics for me and @samuel-de-champagne-problems 500 follower co-celebration! the prompts for both of us today were: Accidental Pregnancy, Reader/Spencer looking for excuses to hold the other’s hand, “I need to talk to you…like right now”. To see her fic today and our upcoming prompts: click here!

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“Prentiss, Morgan, you go to the neighborhood of the victims. Y/L/N, Reid, go downtown and just look around for anything strange,” Hotch stated, “I need you all to look casual while scoping out the area so try to look like normal citizens and don’t flash your badges.”

Derek raised his shades to put them on but Gideon gently grabbed his arm to stop him, “Less official.”

Emily let out a chuckle, “Let’s go, Morgan.”

“You ready, Spence?” you grabbed the keys.

“Yes, lov- ,” he played it off as a cough, “Yes, Y/L/N.”

“That was a close one,” Spencer said as he adjusted his satchel as you walked out of the police department together.

“You’re the one who keeps almost calling me ‘love’ in the conference room in front of the whole team! And on the jet!” you added with a giggle.

“It’s not my fault!” he insisted, “My brain short-circuits whenever I look at your beautiful face.”

“You’re hard to stay mad at,” you playfully rolled your eyes.

You and Spencer had been dating for about 4 months now. You decided to keep it a secret from the team until your six month anniversary. You didn’t need the teasing at the beginning of your relationship when things were still a bit new and awkward. But now, you both had said ‘I love you’ and you were practically living at his apartment when you weren’t away on cases. It was perfect.

You and Spencer were walking down the sidewalk downtown, looking for anyone who seemed to fit the profile.

“Hmmm we seem too official,” you smiled, grabbing his hand, “I guess we have to act like a happy couple. You know, just for the case.”

“Yep, just for the case,” Spencer squeezed your hand, leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“For the case,” he grinned.

You cupped his cheeks and pulled him back in for a much longer kiss on the lips.

“For.” you planted butterfly kisses along his jawline, “The.” another kiss, “Case.”

Spencer opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by the sound of his phone buzzing in his pocket.

“Hotch,” he said before swiping accept and putting it on speaker phone, “Hey Hotch. You’ve got me and Y/L/N.”

“Morgan and Prentiss caught the unsub trying to grab another victim off the street. They fit the profile to a tee. We’re bringing them in for questioning but we’ll take shifts. You and Y/L/N can go back to the hotel and get some rest first.”

“Alright, thanks Hotch,” Spencer hung up the phone.

“Oh I think there’s one more thing we have to do when we get back to the hotel room…for the case,” you winked, pulling him back to the SUV with your hands still interlocked.

You were in the bathroom stall of the sixth floor, anxiously bouncing your legs up and down.

The timer on your phone started vibrating, indicating the time was up. You stared at the stick in front of you, waiting to be flipped over.

You flipped it over quickly like ripping off a band-aid. Two lines. The second one was faint but definitely there. You were pregnant. 5 months into a relationship with Spencer.

You rolled the test up in toilet paper before placing it in your purse. You washed your hands and splashed some cold water on your face. You took a deep breath before walking back into the bullpen like you hadn’t just received life-altering news.”

You grabbed a random file from your desk as you passed by and approached Spencer’s desk. He looked up from his paperwork with a soft smile as he saw you coming.

“I need to talk to you…like right now,” you whispered, “About the Johnson case,” you spoke a little louder so no one would question what you two were whispering about.

Spencer began to stand and grab his jacket to follow you but Penelope came charging into the room, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you towards her bat cave.

“Actually, Penelope, I have to ask Spencer some questions about a case. I’ll come find you in a bit.”

Spencer nodded to back you up.

“Trust me, the news I have is wayyy more important,” Penelope continued to tug at you.

“Penelope, I really need to finish this. Just give me the highlights now,” you resisted her pull.

“I found a pregnancy test box in the bathroom and I didn’t find the stick. I’m no profiler but usually people would only keep the test with them if it’s positive,” she confessed, “Someone on this floor is pregnant!”

Your eyes widened and you mentally slapped yourself on the forehead. How could you forget to throw the box away?

You made eye contact with Spencer, shooting him a sheepish grin as if to say ‘surprise?!’

Penelope started to drag you along again but Spencer grabbed a hold of your other arm.

“Actually, Hotch really needs her to get this done, Garcia. I promise she’ll be over as soon as we finish it.”

Penelope and Spencer were engaged in an intense staring battle with you in the middle.

“Ugh, fine! I’ll just have to gossip with Morgan! Now you don’t get to know all my theories,” Penelope huffed.

“I’m sorry, Penelope. I’ll make it up to you at lunch tomorrow.

As she clicked away with her high heels on, Spencer pulled you into a supply closet.

“You’re pregnant?!” he asked.

“Um, yeah I am. I understand if this isn’t what you want though, it’s not really the timing either of us had in mind,” you spoke softly, rubbing your arm.

Spencer pulled you in for a hug, “I’m happy if you’re happy. I’ll support whatever decision you make. I can schedule you an appointment at the clinic and I’ll be right by your side the whole time. But if you do decide to have this child, have no doubt that I will be there every step of the way with you in raising them.”

“I think I’m going to keep it,” you smiled softly.

“We’re having a baby?” Spencer beamed.

“You’re gonna be a dad, Spence.”

The closet door swung open, revealing a confused Anderson.

“I don’t know why this is so emotional for you, Reid. We’re out of paper clips,” you crossed your arms as Spencer wiped his happy tears away.

Anderson grabbed some extra staples and scurried out of the closet.

“Most women tend to find out they’re pregnant from 4 to 7 weeks and we’ve been together for 15,” Spencer stated.

“Even your sperm is smart. They managed to get past my birth control so quickly,” you laughed.

You and Spencer decided to wait to tell the team until the end of your first trimester. After that, you couldn’t put it off any longer because you were beginning to show slightly if you wore tight shirts. Also, it was killing Spencer to have to pretend that his child was not inside your tummy all day.

You tried to schedule ultrasounds before or after work but sometimes one of you would have to take the day off in advance for ‘a family thing’ while one of you would mysteriously ‘fall ill’ the day of.

Your doctor had just given you the all clear that the baby was perfectly healthy at the end of the first trimester so you were ready to tell the team.

You wore a tight shirt with a jacket over it for the announcement. You let go of Spencer’s hand right before he entered the bullpen.

“See you on the other side,” you winked before sneaking off to the other entrance of the round table room.

You heard Spencer ask if everyone could join him in the conference room for a special announcement.

“What’s all this about, Kid?” Derek asked.

“I have been dating someone for just over 7 months now and she is amazing, beautiful, smart, kind, and I love her so so much. We found out about two months ago that she is pregnant. We actually just got back from the final ultrasound of the first trimester,” Spencer announced.

The team was speechless for about a minute.

“Congratulations,” Hotch finally spoke for everyone.

“WHO IS IT?” Penelope asked.

“She’s actually right out here. I have a feeling you’ll like her,” Spencer smiled.

You stripped off your jacket so your belly bump was on full display as you entered the room.

“Hi guys,” you waved as Spencer wrapped his arms around you from behind and planted a kiss on the top of your head.

The team erupted into gasps and cheers.

“You…and her???” Derek couldn’t seem to process this new information, “How did a group of profilers miss this?”

“Because my boyfriend is a genius,” you grinned up at him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“No, my girlfriend is way smarter. She scheduled all of the ultrasounds and how to get the time off,” Spencer smiled down at you.

“Okay, we’re both geniuses so the baby will be a genius too,” you concluded.

Spencer bent down to give your belly a kiss as the team ‘aww’ed.

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Firsts - A Sirius Black Imagine

Pairings : Young Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings : smut, obviously, unprotected sex, swearing, smoking, alcohol and mild drug use.

Hi love! I did it! Beware, it is quite long, I sort of took the liberty to provide some context, but I hope you'll like it! :)

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Sirius is looking back at himself in the mirror, wincing at his reflection. He recognizes his traits sparingly; his dark curls falling to his shoulders, his mocking smirk, his overall nonchalant expression. He knows who he is, but the clothes on his back are completely robbing him of his own identity. He glances bitterly at his beloved leather coat sitting on the back of his desk chair and sighs. The ridiculous black suit he’s wearing barely fits him. He knows it probably used to belong to one of his distant cousins and that it has been quickly and grossly recut to fit him by the house-elf. His parents are downstairs in the drawing room, waiting for him to join them so they can leave for this stupid reception.

He doesn’t even know what it is about, except that he’s going to this apparent important new Ministry guy’s house who threw a sort of lame introduction party, since he just arrived in London with his family. And what he knows is that he’s going to spend the whole night with the type of people he doesn’t want to be assimilated with. From what he heard, the host of the reception just arrived at the Ministry of Magic to help with the passing of some bill for Muggleborn regulations, as awful as it sounds. He’d like to avoid to go, but Walburga has the upper hand on him, and nothing in the world would convince his dear mother to leave her eldest son behind, knowing full well that if she does so, Sirius is going to get the fuck out of there and join these Muggles mingling Potters fools.

‘You look dapper,’ says a soft voice behind him.

Standing in the doorway, Sirius’ youngest brother observes him, grinning.

‘Shut up,’ he replies, annoyed by the stupid smile on Regulus’ face.

His brother crosses his arms and steps into his bedroom. He looks around like he just stepped into some kind of freak show. His gaze rests a little longer on a certain poster. Sirius glances at the Muggle woman dressed in a revealing red swimsuit standing straight in the middle of the picture. He smirks, and caught-red handed, Regulus turns away quickly. She always was his brother's favourite, after all. Whether he wants to admit it or not.

‘Are you going to behave this time?’ he asks, stepping in front of his eldest brother.

Sirius shrugs, trying to adjust the bowtie strangling him. For Merlin’s sake, he thinks, it feels like he’s suffocating already.

‘I always behave, brother dear,’ he replies, trying to undo the knot around his neck. ‘I just don’t behave the way they’d like me to,' referring to their parents.

Regulus shakes his head and starts fiddling with his brother’s bowtie and adjust it perfectly in one fell swoop, as if it were child’s play. Once the knot is properly buckled, he taps Sirius’ chest in an encouraging gesture, and frowns when he feels something hard hidden in the inside pocket of his brother’s vest.

‘Really?’ he asks.

Sirius snorts.

‘Just a bit of courage,’ he admits.

‘And how much courage did you drink already?’

‘Not enough, apparently,’ Sirius replies, thinking about the full flask of warm whiskey tucked inside his suit.

He’d honestly rather be stuck in detention with Snivellus for the rest of his existence then go to this lame-ass party. That alone justifies the whiskey amply.

After a few detours in the city, he finds himself in front of an imposing white manor situated in one of London’s richest Square. Oh, this is going to be a long night, he thinks. Not only it seems like the host is wizard-rich, but he’s also everything rich, period. He rolls his eyes, there’s no issue. Walburga is pressing her long and emaciated fingers into his son’s arm as they step into the great hall of the house. The interior is as posh as the exterior, with its grand marble staircase curving up to the upper floor and its giant diamond-like chandelier hanging over their heads. For God’s sake, is it a live classical assemble he hears playing in the back? As his mother pushes him further inside, the sound of light chatter reaches his ears. He sees his father, dressed in his horrible robes, already on his way to speak with some old acquaintances, quickly followed by Regulus. He scans the principal room for a quiet corner, but it’s filled with this bunch of pricks, and he’s fighting with all his might the panic that is taking over his mind. He finally spots a free corner next to a big window and he walks straight ahead in that direction, hoping no one will recognize him on the way.

‘I heard his son has found some work as a doctor,’ he hears a shrill voice say.

‘A Muggle doctor? How peculiar!’ says another voice.

This is exactly the kind of chatter Sirius doesn’t want to hear. In no way he thinks he’s superior because he was graced with magic powers at birth. It is so suffocating, and he feels so incredibly small and inadequate, drowning in this sea of close-minded guests.

He studies them, recognizes some familiar faces from Hogwarts, but most of them are Slytherins and are not close at all to use them as an escape. A waiter walks in front of him, holding a tray where champagne flutes fill themselves up. He grabs one and drink it in one sip. He’s already quite tipsy, but he doesn’t care. He’d rather be intoxicated right now to bury this hatred deep within. God, he needs air.

He sees Walburga looking for him in the room, and she’s walking next to a tall and handsome man. For Godric’s sake, why is she walking straight in his direction? The man next to her doesn’t look as old as his mother, but the grey strands in his black hair betrays his age. He looks posh, and haughty.

‘This is my eldest son, Sirius,’ says his mother in a toneless voice. ‘Sirius, this his our host, Mr Santorini.’

‘Pleased to meet your, Mr Black,’ says the man while he extends his hand.

Sirius gets up on his feet, subtly struggling to find his balance, under the duo’s concerned stare. He rapidly and weakly shakes the man’s hand and nods. Ashamed, Walburga shoots darts at her son and quickly turns away from him.

‘My youngest, Regulus, is doing quite well at Hogwarts, see, he’s - ...’ her voice fades away.

Sirius closes his eyes; he needs to find some distraction. And what could be better than the little thing he has brought to the party that is currently hidden in his pocket behind the whiskey flask? He needs to feel something else than the dreadful thoughts he has right now. He struts to the giant marble staircase and finds his way on the upper level without attracting attention to him. That is one advantage when no one cares about you; not being seen. The voices downstairs are slowly fading away and he feels already so much better.

He runs a nervous hand in his dark locks, feeling quite hot, with this bowtie strangling him. There must be a door leading outside. He tries to open the first one on his right, but the handle doesn’t bulge; it’s locked. And Walburga has confiscated his wand at the beginning of the summer upon his return from Hogwarts, so there’s no use. He sighs and adventures further away in the hall.

He has more luck with the second door, and finds himself into a deserted bedroom. His eyes make out the giant bed over the central wall of the room, and spots some sealed boxes on the floor. The translucent curtains discreetly veil the large windows in front of him, and he opens one widely and lights himself a cigarette without a care, pacing into the room nervously. He sees some pictures resting on a vintage dresser on the opposite wall. There are rows of books in the built-in bookcases, and even some disperse vinyls taking up some of the space. He’s clearly trespassing someone’s intimacy, but whose? Sirius walks to the dresser and opens up the first drawer. A tickling feeling in his stomach at the sight of the several underwear – even in the darkness – makes him wonder how long has it been since he’s been intimate with someone. The last time was before school ended, with Mallory, and it was just snogging. He never went all the way... He chuckles discreetly at the thought and taps the ashes of his cigarette on the floor. Fuck this house, fuck this bedroom, and fuck this posh Pureblood family.

‘Mm, mm.’

Someone has cleared their throat behind him. He jumps, and tries to hide the cigarette away.

‘Please, don’t stop for me,’ says a girl in the doorway.

He can’t make up her traits in the darkness, but she sounds young. She steps right in front of him.

‘I don’t think you should be up here,’ she says.

He feels like a child, caught red-handed. He feels suddenly very trapped.

‘I heard the owner of this house is quite severe,’ she adds, taking the cigarette away from him, inhaling the smoke into her lungs, and exhaling. ‘If he found us in his daughter’s room, I think he’d torture us without any remorse.’

‘His daughter’s room?’ he replies nervously.

She nods, giving him back his cigarette.

‘A real pest.’

There is an awkward silence.

‘What were you doing here?’ she adds.

‘Looking for a way out,’ he replies in all honesty. ‘What about you?’

‘Just about the same.’ She glances at the cigarette. ‘You might want to put it out now.’

‘I really don’t,’ he replies, taking one last whiff, ‘but when do I get what I want anyway?’

He throws it on the hard-wood floor indifferently and follows the stranger in the hallway. She turns around to take a good look at him.

‘I’m Y/N, by the way – ‘

He feels like his legs are going to flinch. He doesn’t know if it’s the sudden nicotine rush, or the champagne mixed with the whiskey, or the lights in the hallway shinning over Y/N’s green doe eyes staring at him, or her long black hair waving on her back, or her delicious pink lips, or the gentle freckles on her nose, but he’s suddenly feeling quite light-headed.

‘You okay there?’ she laughs. ‘What’s your name?’

He shakes his head, trying to regain his thoughts.

‘I’m, er. I’m Si – ‘should he really tell her his real name? ‘I’m Sid.’

‘Sid,’ she repeats. ‘Well, Sid, you don’t look too good.’

‘I don’t feel too good,’ he admits.

Her expression changes. She’s not amused anymore. She’s pitying him.

‘Follow me,’ she says, grabbing his hand like she has known him forever, dragging him to the end of the wall where they cross a door and end up on a small balcony overlooking the deserted garden.

‘How to you know this place?’ he asks, resting his arms on the guardrail, humming the fresh crisp air.

‘Hung out with the pest earlier,’ she replies.

‘Not anymore?’

‘Told you, she’s a pest. I can’t leave, though. I’m sort of stuck here.’

‘So am I.’

She laughs lightly. The moonlight shines on her beautiful face, and her traits are so soft, and if he was much more like himself, he’d try to charm her the way he knows how.

‘So, Sid. What are we avoiding?’ she asks away.

‘My parents, I guess,’ he replies, taking out the flask of whiskey of his pocket.

He takes a big sip and hands it to her. She considers it for a moment and grabs it. The wind flies through her hair, and her perfume reaches his nostrils, a perfectly well-balanced mix of vanilla and gentle notes of citrus. The fragrance shoots up his nose and wafts around his brain. Fuck, she’s so beautiful.

‘What about them?’ she asks away, wincing when she swallows the liquor.

He snorts. He doesn’t want to talk about his parents right now. Not when the prettiest girl he’s ever seen is standing right in front of him. He has something else on his mind now.

‘Your accent,’ he says, switching subjects. ‘It’s not from here.’

Y/N nods.

‘I grew up all over the place, but mostly America.’

‘You don’t sound American.’

She smiles, revealing a straight row of perfectly pearly white teeth.

‘My family, we’re from Sicily.’

He nods.

‘It’s in Italy – ‘

‘I know where Sicily is, I’m not stupid,’ he replies harshly, a bit offended.

But Y/N chuckles lightly, and her soft laugh brings his attitude down. He can’t help but stare at her. She’s a bit overdressed to his taste, but hey, so is he. He wonders what is hiding underneath that navy dress of hers, and if her skin is as soft as he imagines it is. He needs to calm down.

‘First time in London, then?’

She nods.

‘What do you think?’ he asks, locking eyes with her.

She licks her lower lip without realizing it.

‘Well, I don’t hate the accent,’ she teases.

Praised be Godric.

‘Tell me, Sid, you seem to be about my age, yet you’re drunk like an old man with a drinking problem, and you probably smoke like a city boy. I keep wondering if I really should be alone with you right now.’

‘Are you afraid?’ he asks.

She shakes her head.

‘Rarely.’

‘To be honest, Y/N,’ he says, pronouncing every syllable of her name like he could actually taste it, ‘I was alone up there to find a quiet spot for this.’

He shows up the joint between his fingers. She squints for a short moment and smiles.

‘I see.’

Y/N’s eyes bored into him. He wonders if he has crossed a line. He barely knows her, after all.

‘Let’s go somewhere more private, then,’ she suggests, grabbing his hand. He doesn’t even have the time to appreciate the softness of her skin when he feels himself disapparating, his body swirling in every direction, and a sudden urge of panic takes hold off him. When he reapparates in a loud pop, he shouts:

‘What the hell are you doing? Are you bloody insane?’

‘What, did you never apparate before?’

‘Yes, I did but -,’ he is freaking out, Walburga must think he’s left and is probably fulminating. ‘My mother, she’s going to hex me! Bring us back!’

‘Why?’ Eliana asks, intrigued. ‘How would she know?’

Sirius shakes his head nervously.

‘She placed some sort of charm on me, I’m not allowed to leave her sight. If she knows I left the premises, she’ll find me and – ‘

He stops himself from saying too much. Perhaps it would be a bit intense to share with the girl what would Walburga do to him. At least, he wouldn’t have to explain the healing bruises on his ribcage.

‘Relax, Sid. We’re still on the premises.’

He looks around and spots the house in the distance through a small window. Are they in some sort of guest house? A garden shed? There is nothing around him, he’s just standing on a mat. Relieved, he sits down, running a hand in his hair. Y/N joins him and creates a small fire by flicking her wand, enough to dimly light the room they are in.

‘You’re actually scared of your parents. Why?’

Sirius chuckles. He’s not scared, he’s terrified of them. She points out the little stick he forgot he was holding between his fingers.

‘Shall we?’ she suggests.

‘Who says I want to share?’

She pouts adorably. He lights it up and he takes a good breath of the substance and exhales slowly, indulging the heavy smoke, his lungs burning, and a light sensation rushes to his head. Them Muggles can also do magic, he thinks to himself. Under her curious eyes, he passes the stick in her delicate hands, and observes her. Her delicious lips reach it, and she slowly breathes it in. She starts coughing, tears running to her eyes.

‘Wait,’ he laughs, ‘is this your first time?’

She presses her hand to her rounded chest, laughing uncontrollably. Sirius shakes his head, following her laugh, and explains to her how to actually get the smoke to her lungs.

‘There, yes – keep it still a second, let it -, yes, good,’ it’s like teaching children how to mount a broom, ‘and exhale. Brilliant.’

He waits a second before taking another whiff. Y/N’s mouth curves into a smile and she closes her eyes slowly.

‘Oh,’ she exhales, ‘this is – ‘

‘I know,’ replies Sirius, smiling. ‘I know.’

‘Oh,’ she repeats.

He stares at her, admiring her delicate features. Her eyes are still closed and he sees her falling on her back, completely relaxed. If his mother saw him right now, smoking pot with a random girl he met at this rich guy’s party, she’d have a good reason to use the Cruciatus curse on him for once. Or she’d cut his head before he could say he’s sorry. He decides to join Y/N and rests his back on the floor. He lays his head just beside hers and fixes the ceiling. He feels better now, and it’s not just the drugs.

‘I feel so heavy,’ she says, sliding her hands on her naked arms.

She turns her head and looks at him.

‘Do you feel heavy?’

‘Kind of,’ he laughs.

He doesn’t particularly feel heavy. In fact, he feels relieved, and mostly, he feels horny. Good god.

‘What is there to do in London at night?’ she asks.

‘Mm,’ he hesitates. ‘Pubs, clubs, walking around Southbank, I guess.’

‘Never went to a pub,’ she admits.

He wants to run his finger on her cheek. He wants to grab her face and press his lips on hers.

‘You’re kidding,’ he replies, still fixing that beautiful mouth of hers.

She shakes her head lightly, and a stroke of her long hair falls in her eyes. Her little red stained eyes. He smiles at the view, and slowly leans closer, replacing the stroke of black hair behind her ear.

‘I’ll bring you to a pub, one day,’ he mutters, daydreaming out loud.

‘Wouldn’t you mother kill you if you did?’ she jokes.

‘She would. It would be worth the risk, though.’

She turns on her stomach and rests her head on her hands. He keeps staring at her, detailing everything.

‘What are you looking at?’ she chuckles.

‘Just admiring the view,’ he replies frankly.

She would blush if she wasn’t all flustered already. There’s an odd adrenaline spluttering inside of him as he feels her close, and his pulse quickens and he’s feeling so hot right now, he’s melting into the rug. There’s a comfortable silence between them, and they both enjoy it for a couple of minutes. There is something about this girl, this nonchalant attitude, and her mesmerizing eyes, and her accent, and the way her body moves when she finally sits down again, pulling her dress over her thighs to sit comfortably, making him lose his fucking mind. If he weren’t so distracted by her presence, he’d be sweet talking to her, like he’s so used to do with other girls. But he’s simply incapable of doing so, like she’s robbed him of his means.

‘We should go back, they’re going to be looking for us,’ she whispers, showing him her hand to help him sit back.

But he doesn’t want to go back and mingle with the people he hates. He wants to be alone with her, if it is just to stay motionless on this rug in her company. He takes her hand and sits back up, and their eyes lock again, and they stare at each other, and he’s wondering if he’s hallucinating someone so perfect to help him cope with this emptiness he feels all the time. She absentmindedly licks her lips, taunting him, and he has to remind himself how to breathe, as his lips quirk hesitantly, sighing out loud to stop himself from pining her underneath him.

‘Yeah,’ he stutters, like a fucking coward, and then he clears his throat and steadies his pulse and sternly instructs himself to get it together, dude. James would be laughing at him if he saw him right now.

But they both stay there, motionless. He can feel the drugs running away from his bloodstream, he’s on another high now, another rush, and it has nothing to do with it. He can’t stop staring at her lips. Her expression washes over him in waves, and he pins a hesitant smile on his face, hoping it will distract her from the bulge growing down there.

‘Or we could just, you know, stay here for a while,’ she suggests.

For fuck’s sake.

He’s only able to gulp and nod, his cock painfully growing thick through the fabric. He tries to hide the bump by placing his arm over his legs, but instead it catches her attention down there, and her eyes quickly spots it, but she innocently acts like she’s unaware of the effect she has on him. If he could only smack his lips on hers.

Her emerald eyes are wide open, she leans in and presses her soft lips on his, and he’s never felt so relieved in his entire life, her mouth is warm and soft, and he can actually run his hands in her soft hair, and he can hear his heart hammering in his ears, and she actually lets out a discreet moan in his mouth, and fuck, there he is, gone, he knows there is no way back from there.

He feels her hands slowly unbuckling his belt and removing those atrocious trousers, and he follows through, pulling up her dress to reveal her skin. He removes his shirt, he has dreamt all night to rip it off his body from the second he put it on, and now she’s pushing him on his back on the hard rug and places kisses in the crook of his neck, sliding her tongue all the way down, and he knows where she’s heading, but he can’t let her do that, or he’s going to cum already. He grabs her head softly, and while he’s busy sticking his tongue into her mouth, he’s unclasps her top, tosses it on the floor, and starts licking her round breasts, circling her hard nipples with his tongue. He realizes it is actually the first time he’s allowed to touch naked breasts, and Merlin, this is so much better when there’s no fabric covering them.

He pins her small body under him, and he slowly moves down on her. He admires her ribcage moving up and down, and he can hears her heavy breathing, and he feels like he can’t hold it anymore. He runs his lips on her skin, down her stomach, to the birth of her underwear, pulling them down very gently. Sirius can’t believe he just met her a couple of hours ago; he feels like he has been desiring her for an eternity. There was a before her, and there’s now – and all the shit he’s been dealing with since school ended is now tucked away in the back of his mind. He caresses with his lips the soft bump between her legs, indulging the new sensation, and then just takes a mouthful of her sex. Her breathing stops, her ribcage is suspended for a second, and then she breathes out and grabs the back of his head while he tastes her. It’s sweet, and warm, and wet, and salty at the same time, and it’s so fucking good.

She’s squirming and writhing beneath him, her subtle moans amplifying. The gasps she makes sends sparks of unbearable pleasure through him, and he feels dizzy, like his heart is about to explode, ready to jump out of his chest at any moment. He slides one finger into her, and then another, and she spams around his fingers. He observes her perfect body tensing at his touch, cupping one breast with one hand while she orgasms into his mouth, her fluids mixing with his saliva. Her face is flushed and her pupils are dilated, and he could very well be on this high for the rest of his existence. But she places kisses on his lips, tasting herself on him, and his cock is so hard, he can’t help but groan when he feels her hand grabs his sex through the fabric of his underwear, slowly stroking him. It is pure torture.

He feels the small piece of clothing covering him sliding down his legs, and he kicks it on the floor. She stares at him in the eyes and licks her fingers, then moves her hand down there again, gently applying pressure on his hard-on. Sirius’ head tilt to the back, blood rushes through him. That is a different story when it’s someone’s else hand, isn’t?

She lays down in front of him, and he follows her as she guides is cock at the entrance of her sex, and it’s so wet, how is he going to pull through? He’s shaking with apprehension but pure pleasure. She suddenly frowns.

‘Wait,’ she hesitates, ‘is this your first time?’

He nods. There’s so point in lying.

‘Do you want to stop?’

Of course, he doesn’t want to stop. He shakes his head, and her face lits up.

They kiss and he presses the tip of his cock into her, slowly, to get every sensation right, and he closes his eyes and, oh this feels so fucking good, and he can’t help but exhales of relief when he feels the warmth, and he hears her gasping underneath him. He’s sinking into her, and she pushes his length even farther by raising her hips. Why does it feel so good? He starts to pace inside her, like he has known what to do forever, increasing the tempo, and she moans under him. He moves swiftly now, trying with all his might to not just release himself off the pressure. She throws her head back into the rug, he feels sweat pearling at the birth of his forehead, his locks fall into his eyes, and he accelerates his pace and presses her legs on her stomach, and oh my god, this is even better.

She presses her right hand on his chest, running her fingers over his hard stomach, avoiding the bruises, detailing each parcel of his body. She looks back up and pushes her lips on his, and their tongues meet, and he’s completely melting into her. She finally bucks her hips tightly and Sirius hisses, he can’t hold up anymore. Oh, he wants to hear her say his name – if only he had given his real one – but she lets a loud ‘fuck’ escape her mouth, and she’s damp with sweat, and he never seen something so beautiful, he slams into her harder and faster, he groans while his grip tightens around her delicate waist. He feels almost he’s in pain and something stronger than life itself is burning him; yes, he’s burning up down there, he can’t hold it anymore, his whole body is on fire, he glances at her one last time, and he lets out a guttural growl, while feeling his insides pushing his soul out, and for a short moment, he thinks he’s dying, spilling his warm seed into her, filling her up while’s he petrified, hanging between dream and reality, thinking his heart stopped beating.

It is only half an hour later that he comes back to the manor, flustered and feeling out of his body, followed by Y/N. She’s even prettier under the warm lights, blushed cheeks, and he relives in his mind what just happened over and over again. That wasn’t bad for a first time, he thinks.

‘Y/N! Papà has been looking for you forever, where were you?’, a young girl is staring at her.

She shares similar traits with Y/N, but she looks younger, about Regulus’ age. Her arms are crossed, and she observes Sirius oddly, in a manner that makes him believe she can easily guess what Y/N was doing all the time they’ve been away.

‘Where is he?’ asks Y/N.

The young girl points at the host, the man he shook hands with earlier, speaking with Sirius’ father and a couple of older men in the corner of the room.

‘Clara,’ mumbles Y/N with a threatening expression. ‘non dire niente a Papà.’

The young girl rolls her eyes and leaves them. Sirius frowns. Wait a minute, is this girl...

‘Didn’t you tell me the host’s daughter was -’ he mumbles, feeling his hands becoming moist.

‘A pest,’ she smiles. ‘My sister.’

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luna-jaden-shadow · 4 years ago

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Enough Is Enough

Request - How about a MHA one shot where the reader is one of Endeavor’s kids and they’ve finally had enough of his bullshit so they just start screaming at him and at the end they help

Fluff

Warning - Manga / Anime spoilers, Cursing, Frostbite,

Pairing - Platonic!Shoto Todoroki X Sister!Reader

For the story the reader has an ice quirk called absolute zero

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“Imagine if you were quirkless.”

You snort at the task, rolling your eyes at the doctor sitting in front of you. “That would be interesting, even bigger of a failure.”

“What kind of quirks did your parents have?”

A frown comes to your face when thinking about your father. “My dad’s quirk’s called Hellfire, ultimate control of fire if you think about it. My mom’s able to generate ice though I’ve never seen it in full action.” You admit, leaning back in the chair you’re sitting in.

“How did you get your quirk? Did you inherit it?”

The frown on your face deepens and you lean back forward, running a hand through the bright red hair on your head. “I got it from my mom. I wish I didn’t.” Your hands ball into fists, “that asshole of a father I have gifted me with a body that’s not made for my quirk. Just like my brother bless him.”

The talk with the doctor was about a year ago during your annual check up for the frostbite draw back from your quirk. They tried every time to talk you out of using your quirk for the sake of your health but you never listened. All of your life you wanted to be a hero, when asked what you saw in your future it was helping people, being the good person that your father’s not.

Since the passing of your twin you started working harder to be a hero, to live the life that the two of you wanted to live. The ideology of being like your father is long gone since then but that hasn’t changed your desire to help people. “Where’s the big man?” You mumble to your sister, leaning on the counter as you take a bite out an apple.

Fuyumi looks away from the dishes she’s washing, “probably with Shoto.” She points the soapy knife in her hand away from the two of you and down the hallway of your home. You hum, patting her on the shoulder before pushing off the counter. “Please don’t start anything.” She calls, knowing your most recent agitation towards the man as you have ranted to her countless times.

You don’t reply, continuing your march down the hallway of your home towards the training spot. Since Shoto’s quirk developed Endeavor’s been all over him like a dog in heat about training. You reach the end of the hall, sliding the door open and leaning against the door frame, taking a bite of the apple. Endeavor stands in the middle of the room, yelling instructions to the overworked teen.

Poor Shoto’s broke a seat, leaning over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. “Kid’s gotta breathe Endeavor.” You call out, catching your father’s attention. He shoots you a glare, especially when you shrug in his presence, not even bothering to look at him. “Take a breath Sho, come get a drink.” You offer him with a small smile, pointing over your shoulder with a mouth full of apple.

He glances to Endeavor, catching eyes with the glaring man. “He’s training Y/n. Back to it Shoto.” You take a step into the room, pointing a finger at your father.

“No, Shoto will take a break and go get a drink because he deserves it for all the work he’s been doing.” You snap, keeping your eyes locked with Endeavor’s. “If you don’t like it too bad.” You shrug, gesturing to Shoto. “Go on Shoto, you deserve a break.”

“Y/n-”

“Don’t fucking test me.” You glare at Endeavor, the hand you’re pointing with mists with the ice of your quirk. “He’s a kid, he’s gonna take a break before you fucking run him to the ground.” Without a word, Shoto left, not wanting to get caught up in the storm that has become your temper towards your father. “He’s not a fucking machine, I won’t let you kill him like Toya-”

“Don’t-”

“Don’t what? Talk about the son you killed? The brother I lost cause you’re a piece of shit hero and a shit father?” You question, not once looking away from his eyes that match yours. “Either lay off of Shoto or I’m gonna freeze you even if it kills me.” You threaten the hero before turning and walking away from him. “Don’t test me!” You call over your shoulder, spotting Shoto in the kitchen, Fuyumi long gone. “You good?” He just nods, sipping from the water bottle and not quite meeting your eyes. “Don’t let him push you hard. You know your limits Shoto.” You toss the apple core in the trash, flashing a small smile to your younger brother. “I’m on your side Sho, always.”

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witchywrter · 3 years ago

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“Home” (Part 5/?)

Paul Lahote x reader

Part 4

Summary: y/n returns from college in California to her hometown in Forks to find things are not as she left them. She soon discovers that a lot more things have changed then she initially thought.

Warnings: mentions of death, car accident, verbal fighting, cussing, i think that covers it

A/N: i am literally so sorry for not updating sooner guys lmao i’m trying to update all my fics now, especially this one bc i love it. i’ll get the next one out next week. love you all!_______________________________________________

You felt so much pain as you began to regain consciousness and could make out someone calling your name.

“Y/n?”

You turned your head to the source of the sound to see a Doctor at your side, his hand on your arm. He was very handsome. Not exactly your type, but still. He looked to be around your age, far too young to be a Doctor already.

“Hello Y/n, my name is Dr.Cullen. You’ve been in an accident”

Your head was throbbing and you felt pain radiating from your stomach and leg. You looked around to find that you were indeed in the hospital.

You looked down at his hand on your arm. It was ice cold, absolutely freezing. He must have noticed you looking because he removed his hand.

“How long have I been here?” you asked, looking back to the Doctor.

“About a day and a half. Do you remember anything?” he asked kindly.

“There was a man in the road, he came out of nowhere. I swerved to try to avoid him” you said trying to remember.

“Your car flipped four times and caught fire. A piece of glass punctured your abdomen and another your left thigh, narrowly missing your femoral artery. We were able to stop the bleeding and stabilize your condition. You’re lucky to be alive, if your friend hadn’t been there to pull you out when he did, you could have died” he finished, shaking his head.

“My friend?” you asked.

“He’s from the reservation, one of Jacob Black’s friends I believe” he said.

Well that didn’t exactly narrow it done much. Your car was totaled most likely. You’re dad’s car, the one thing you had left of him.

“You’ll be okay, but you need your rest. You can be discharged tomorrow morning and the stitches will dissolve on their own in two weeks” he said has he picked up your chart and began walking away.

“Oh, one more thing. Sherif Swan called me, if you still want that internship, send over your resume and you can start after your two weeks” he said with a slight smile on his lips.

“Thank you Dr.Cullen” you called out as he left to check on other patients.

You looked over to your side to see an array of gifts on the beside table and chair. There seemed to be something from everyone. Flowers with cards from Leah, Sam, Emily and even Charlie and his daughter Bella and a big card from Quill, Embry, Collin, and Brady with all their own little messages and signatures.

The huge, brown bear sat on the chair with a red ribbon around its neck didn’t seem to have a card accompanying it.

You grabbed your phone from the side table and unlocked it. There were a few messages from friends and one from your mom. You opened up your mom’s message and read:

“Why did I have to find out from the Sherif that my daughters been in a car accident. You know what it was like for me when your father passed and the fact that you’d put me through that again is appalling”

This was followed by multiple messages about how horrible of a daughter you were and how you have no excuse for ignoring her text messages.

She had no right to bring up your dad like that. As if you got into an accident to hurt her, as if you were unconscious and not responding on purpose.

Your dad was driving home one night after a long night at the hospital when he was hit by a drunk driver. He was pronounced dead at the scene. You never got to say goodbye. Never got to tell him you loved him one last time.

You turned your phone off and set it on the side table and laid back down. Although you were out for a day and a half, you felt utterly exhausted, mentally and physically. You pulled your blankets back up and closed your eyes, hoping for a full nights rest.

You woke up to the curtains flying back, sunlight flooding the room. Your eyes stung as you were blinded.

“Wake up loser, it’s time for a jail break” Leah said in a very cheerful voice.

“No Leah, I’m not dead and feel amazing” you say in a sarcastic voice.

“That’s exactly what i wanted to hear. Seriously though, are you okay? You scared the shit out of everyone” she said, her voice taking on a concerned tone.

“Yeah, just beat up. Should be at healed up in two weeks” you say, sitting up.

“Here, I brought these from Emily’s house” she said, tossing a long sleeve, pants, socks, undergarments and shoes onto the bed.

After you changed and signed the discharge papers, you and Leah headed back to Emily’s place.

“What a bitch,” Leah said with disgust as she climbed the steps.

“I know, I still can’t believe I’m related to her” you say shaking your head.

Leah opened the front door and you hear “Surprise!” as you walk through. Everyone but Collin, Brady, Quill and Paul were there for your second homecoming.

Jake ran up to hug you, but Leah stepped in front of him.

“You wanna rip her stitches dumbass?” she said like a mother correcting her child.

“Oh shut it Leah” Jacob said, but gave you a much gentler hug than he originally intended.

“How are you?” Jake asked.

“Well I think I might fall over and die if one more person asks how I am” you say laughing. You stop as a stabbing pain shoots from your abdomen.

Sam, Emily and Seth hug you as well before you finally make it to the couch to sit down.

“What happened?” Embry asked taking a seat next to you with Leah on the other side.

“I was driving back here and I looked down at my phone for barely a second and when I looked back up there was a man in the road” you said.

“Well you know what they say about texting and driving” Seth said but the joke fell flat as no one laughed.

“What did the man look like?” Jake asked in a serious tone.

“Pale I guess, black hair, I’m not really sure. Why?” you asked, confused.

“No reason, just wondering” he said looking over to Sam who was sitting on a stool by the counter talking to Emily.

“Do you know who pulled me out?” you asked Jacob.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Dr.Cullen said one of our friends pulled me out of the car before it caught fire”

“Oh, uh, Paul did” he said.

Paul. Of all of your friends you had thought it might have been, that was the absolute last person you’d think would save you. If anything he’d probably be the one to toss you right into the flames.

“Oh” was all you said.

The front door opened and in walked Quill and Paul.

“Well I’ve gotta get back to..work” Jacob said standing up.

“Me too” said Seth as he followed Jacob to the door.

“Heal up Y/n!” Jacob yelled over his should and he and Seth left.

Quill came over and sat where Seth had just been and gave you a hug and Paul went straight to Sam without even acknowledging you.

Not like it mattered anyway.

“How are y-“ Quill started.

“Fine” you cut him off.

Through the rest of the day, people started to leave one by one as they had work, school or other things to get to. Eventually Paul said his goodbyes to Sam and Emily and began walking out the door, again without saying a word to you.

You got up as quickly as you could without hurting yourself and momentarily excused yourself from your board game that you were beating Embry in. You walked out the door just as Paul was off the steps.

“Hey!” you called to him.

Paul stopped and slowly turned back to you.

“What?” he asked rudely, not fully meeting your gaze.

Instead of responding with the same attitude, you walked down some of the steps.

“I just wanted to say thank you. Jacob told me what you did” you said gently.

“It wasn’t exactly like there was a choice in the matter” he spat.

“Could you just not be a complete asshole for once in your life? I’m trying to thank you for saving my life” you said, anger getting the best of you.

“Well it would have saved me a world of trouble had I not” he said.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you ask, raising your voice.

“Nothing. I-I can’t do this right now, I won’t do this right now” he said, voice equal to yours now.

“No, come on Paul, let it out. Say what you need to say!”

Paul started shaking with anger and as much as you knew you should stop, your anger wouldn’t let you.

“Say. It.” you seethed.

“Paul!” you heard as the front door swung open.

You turned around to see Quill come running down and barreling into Paul, pushing him away from you. Sam came running out too.

“Get him out of here!” Sam yelled.

Quill grabbed Paul and pulled him out into the woods.

“What the hell?” you asked

“Get inside Y/n!” Sam yelled.

“You don’t tell me what to do” you said angrily

“Get. Inside. Now.” he said sternly.

You scoffed but turned on your heal and went inside and upstairs, waking right passed Emily and ignoring her as she called out to you.

Who did they think they were, telling you to get inside. Paul always had anger problems, this wasn’t anything new.

You hate him.

“Well it would have saved me a world of trouble had I not” replayed again and again in your head. You hated him for making you feel less than, for making you feel worthless.

Him saving you meant nothing. He was a dick to you your entire life and you didn’t care that Sam asked you to lighten up on him. No one bit.

As you laid down to sleep, not even bothering to take off your clothes or change, you wiped the single tear that escaped. You hated him and always would.

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You were walking through the woods to get to your favorite spot again. It was the middle of the night, but Jacob asked to meet you there. The moonlight shown through the thick trees, illuminating your path.

Everything was so green and beautiful, you missed being home.

You walked a little farther when your foot hit something, stopping you in your tracks. You looked down to see a rock jutting up from the ground. It was the same one you fell on the other day. It still had blood on it, fresh and bright and not at all dried. That wasn’t right. You fell days ago, it should be dried or the rain should have washed it off.

*Snap*

You spun around. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, that same feeling of being watched returning. You shouldn’t be out here. Emily warned you.

You scanned your surroundings, but it was too dark. What happened to the moonlight? You squinted your eyes and saw him-it.

The man from the road, eyes blood red, skin pale as snow, hair dark as the night around him. He cocked his head to the side, watching you.

Where did he come from? Had he been watching you the whole time? Was he in the woods that first day?

You could try to outrun him, you didn’t know how far into the woods you were, you didn’t even remember how you got here. You went to take a step back but he was in front of you instantly and attacked, grabbing your arm.

You jolted upright, breathing heavily. You looked around. You were in your room, at Sam and Emily’s. You were safe. You ran your fingers through your hair as you looked out the window. It was the middle of the night.

There were things that weren’t adding up. Everyone has been acting weird, telling you to avoid the woods, saying that whatever has been attacking people isn’t animal or human, the man in the road, even Paul’s behavior has been worse than normal…something wasn’t right, you could feel it in your gut.

You knew what they told you, the warnings, but with everything that happened with Paul and your mom, you didn’t care anymore. You were gonna find out what was going on, no matter what.

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A/N: hey guys! i hope you enjoyed this chapter! lots of stuff happened and i swear we’re gonna get more paulxreader interactions from now on. love you all❤️❤️

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oh-obrien · 4 years ago

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AAAH THE ONE SHOT WITH THE STOVE WAS EVERYTHING! ✨✨Could I also request something? I did feel the duel scene was a bit underwhelming, I did want some more drama tbh (and I love Anthony as well). What about a one shot Anthony x reader, where the reader accompanies Daphne and lots of more drama? Perhaps reader gets hurt, Anthony in panic, angsty and stuff..feel free to adjust

I HOPE THIS ONE IS GOOD TOO!! I took a few creative liberties with this, adjusting the events on the show to fit the request and what not.

I’m coming off of a little bit of a migraine hangover and tbh I’m not sure how I feel about this right now on top of getting back into the swing of school. This is the first day since Friday that looking at my computer for more than twenty minutes doesn’t hurt my head so sorry it took longer than expected.

As always if you’re not happy with this, or if you want to request anything else feel free to slide into my inbox! These requests are SUPER fun.

After Daphne’s scandalous run in with Simon in the garden the night before, Anthony had taken it upon himself to challenge his long-time friend to a duel. The ball was supppsed to be your and Anthony’s grand debut as the newest couple of the season, however, you never got your dance with the Lord, and your dance card now laid empty and forgotten on the floor of the Bridgerton study.

Your dress also laid crumpled in a ball of fabric in the corner of the room. After hearing of your and Anthony’s intentions to begin properly courting, Violet had taken you to the seamstress to get one of your gown adjusted. Genevieve Delacroix had added stunning crystals to the delicate pale green fabric. Your had had been done perfectly by the Bridgerton family’s staff and you had even agreed to wearing a small amount of makeup. However, the night of your dreams abruptly ended when Anthony interrupted your conversation with Colin to inform you both he would be taking Daphne home for the evening as she was not feeling well.

The anger pouring off the eldest Bridgerton was like nothing you had ever seen before and you couldn’t help but wonder if she had rejected the Prince’s proposal, as you knew he had to intend to propose soon, and no night seemed better. However, as Anthony dragged his sister away you couldn’t catch his or Daphne’s eye, leaving your dreams of starting a whirlwind public relationship with Anthony crushed.

You now sat on the desk in the Bridgerton study, Colin pacing around the room in front of you, his boots rhythmically hitting the floor with every step he took. “What if he kills Simon?”

“Colin-”

“What if Simon kills him?”

“Colin I don’t think that-”

“Benedict surely doesn’t want to be bothered with the social scene, does that mean the responsibility to escort all of my sisters through their season falls on me?” The boy in front of you stopped pacing and pulled on the roots of his hair, letting out a long, frustrated sigh. “I’m supposed to be traveling soon! Anthony is supposed to be the mature one, he’s supposed to know how to run the family! Not me!”

“COLIN! STOP!” You finally cut the boy off, standing up and placing both of your hands firmly on his shoulders. “Nothing is going to happen to Simon or Anthony, no one saw Simon and Daphne in that garden other than your brother so there’s nothing to hide!” You dropped your hands from Colin’s shoulder.

“But-” both you and Colin turned to face the door of the study, Daphne standing in the doorway, her tone sombre and her head bowed towards the ground. “What if someone did see?”

You stepped away from Colin to face the eldest Bridgerton daughter, your tone changing to one of concern. “What do you mean what if someone saw,” you felt panic starting to bubble up in your chest. “Did someone see you and Simon in the garden last night?” You thought Anthony had been overreacting when he pulled yourself and Colin into the study the night before after you had helped escort Lady Bridgerton home. But if Daphne was concerned someone saw her and Simon kiss, maybe he wasn’t overreacting.

Daphne opened her mouth, as if she wanted TJ speak, before closing it again. Silence fell across the three of you before you heard Daphne gasp. “Cressida Cowper,” Daphne blurted out. “When Anthony brought me inside she stopped me and and asked if I caught a chill in the garden.” You watched Daphne’s expression change to one of concern.

“Cressida Cowper,” Colin started running a frustrated hand over his face again, “saw you and Hastings in the garden last night and Anthony, nor Hastings, know?” He took in a long breath before leering the air out through his nose.

Daphne quickly shook her head. “Colin you need to tell me where they went,” Daphne demanded. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, not finding it proper to interrupt the conversation between the siblings.

“Daphne, Hasting has, he’s done you one of the greatest dishonors,” Colin quickly shook his head, giving his sister a clearly confused look. “I’m sure you want him to pay.”

“I don’t want him to pay with his life!” Daphne’s voice grew louder and you stepped towards the sibilants again, hoping you wouldn’t have to be the one to calm their tempers so no one else in the estate would be woken.

“Well, I’m sure both Anthony and the Duke will do as gentlemen should and shoot wide,” Colin supplemented with a shrug.

You stepped between the two siblings, “besides,” you supplemented, “everyone might just think that Cressida has a grudge against you. You did take the Prince’s attention off of her, even if you don’t want to admit it.”

Daphne, however, seemed to refuse to take no for an answer. “Colin you need to tell me where they went.” She turned to her brother again, a desperate look on her face now, “you know Anthony’s pride won’t let him shoot wide.”

Colin puffed air into his cheek, letting it out slowly before speaking. “Fine, but we’re coming with you.”

You had been lucky enough to be able to bring your own horse with you to London, and now, racing towards the site of the duel, you were glad you had. The Bridgerton’s horses clearly had not gotten used to speeding across the hills, as they lagged slightly behind you. Years of living out in the middle of the country had given you, and your horses, the ability to adapt to all different types of terrain. Be it flooded field, rolling hills or even shoulder high grasses, your horses were able to tackle it all.

You were glad your hair, still expertly tied up from the night before, had yet to be taken out as it kept the strands from flying into your face, distracting you from the task at hand. Still slightly ahead of both Colin and Daphne you were able to make out five figures standing in a plot of open land between two beautiful trees. Anthony and Simon were back to back in the clearing, both men clutching a handgun between their hands.

“You can go faster,” you urged your horse while he pushed himself to fly faster through the tall grass field, his breath coming out in heavy puffs. Anthony and Simon began to take slow, steady steps away from each other and you held your breath, knowing you were unable to push your horse to go any faster without him hurting himself.

Both men paused briefly before turning to face each other. Anthony pointed his gun towards Simon, while the Duke aimed towards the sky. Now, within proper distance of the ongoing duel you started to slow your horse. “Anthony!” You swung both of your legs to one side of your horse, trying to keep your balance while you did so. “Anthony stop!” Your horse slowed to nearly a stop and you let yourself slide off your horse’s back, your feet not even hitting the ground before you were running towards the two men.

“What are you doing?” Benedict practically yelled while you ran in between Anthony and the Duke. “Anthony! Anthony stop!” Benedict called when he realized you had already made up your mind. However, his call for the eldest Bridgerton to hold his fire.

Before you knew what had hit you, in both a literal and figurative sense, you felt a searing pain cut across your cheek. The bang of the gun firing didn’t reach your ears until after you had hit the ground, your left hand clutched tightly over your right cheek. Anthony and Benedict calling your name didn’t register either, especially when you pulled your hand away from your cheek and noticed it had been covered in blood.

“(Y/N),” a warm, heavy hand was placed on your shoulder and another pulled your hand away from your cheek. “The doctor needs to make you’re you’re fine, (Y/N),” Anthony’s panicked eyes met your own. However, you couldn’t focus on them with the pain in your cheek and the blood still covering your hand.

An older man crouched down next to you, pulling a medical bag up next to him and opening it before he began expecting the wound on your cheek. “The bullet just grazed her,” the doctor spoke while he began cleaning the wound, “she’s lucky.”

“Thank the heavens,” Anthony breathed out while he pressed his forehead to your temple on your unharmed side, his warm breath fanning across your cheek. “I’m so sorry,” you could hear his voice break towards the end.

“She’s perfectly fine my lord, keep the wound clean and covered and it’ll heal in absolutely no time.” You winced when you felt the doctor wipe something across your cheek, the pain flaring up momentarily before subsiding again. “I’m sure you could tell Lady Bridgerton it was a riding accident and everything would be believed. “If that’s all, and you gentlemen don’t intend on trying the duel again,” the doctor looked between Anthony and the Duke, “I’ll be going.”

Hasting and Anthony both thanked the doctor before he departed, Daphne and Simon engaged in a seemingly heated conversation along with Colin and Benedict. “(Y/N).” Anthony started, both of your hands held in one of his large ones. “I don’t-”

“I can’t right now, Anthony,” you placed a hand across your covered cheek. “I just,” you let out a frustrated sigh, “I’m questioning if your mind and your heart and in two different places at the moment.” You felt tears begin to gather in the corners of your eyes.

“(Y/N), please,” Anthony seemed to be nearly begging, tears gathered in his own eyes while you stood up. Your hands felt from his grip and you cupped his cheek with one, running your thumb along his cheek bone.

You offered the man in front of you a sad smile before you removed your hand. “I’m going to ask one of your brothers to escort me home while you and the others decide the next steps between Daph and the Duke.” He opened his mouth to speak, but you didn’t allow him to. “Once you reconsider priorities we can revisit our arrangement, but I will not be second to any other reckless endeavors you wish to engage in if we do get married.”

With that you turned from the Viscount, still on his knees in the damp morning grass, tears in his eyes and a frown on his face.

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