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Halt & Catch Fire: Part Four

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: You're done being a puppet in their plans. You're done letting them control you. You're finally going to take back your life by becoming something you didn't know was possible. your eyes are opened to something better and God forbid anyone who disrespects you.

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Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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The next morning, reports of another death come flooding in. Some college girl died in her room with the doors and windows locked. The girl's dorm is blocked off with yellow caution tape. Where Sam and Dean lifted it to go underneath it, you yank on it to break it so you can get through. The detective on the case is there, and she starts spilling the beans when she sees their FBI badges.

"Delilah Marian, the roommate, found her this morning after an all-nighter at the library."

"Strangulation?"

"Yeah. Some sicko used the power cord from the computer."

There is a nail kit on the bed so you grab the nail file and try to peel the device off your neck. Dean sees this and snatches the file to which you give him a deadly glare.

"Stop," he hisses.

"Maybe if I was let go, I'd stop."

"No."

Sam clears his throat loudly and gives you both a side-eye glance. "Suspects?"

"None yet. The odd thing was the door was locked."

"Have you talked to any of the other girls who live here?"

"Most of them have already left for spring break, but the roommate was really helpful. She gave us all of Julie's passwords. Nowadays, the only way to find out anything about teenagers is through social media. Trust me, I got two of them. Excuse me, agents."

"Vengeful spirit, much?" Dean says once the detective leaves the room.

"Yeah, but is it Joey or another ghost?"

"I don't know." Dean takes his EMf reader out and scans the computer. Again, like a Christmas tree. "First, it possesses a truck, then it possesses a computer? Both are machine-related kills."

"You think we're dealing with a 'Ghost in the Machine'?"

"Maybe, but if it is the same ghost, they usually anchor themselves to a place or a thing. How is this one jumping from one machine to the next?"

Sam takes Julie's laptop so he can search through it later.

"Come on, let's go find Delilah." She's not hard to track down since she stayed to see what the outcome of the investigation would be. She's eager to talk if it means they catch her roommate's killer. "We really appreciate your help, Delilah. We know this can't possibly be easy. Did Julie, by chance, know a student named Billy Bass?"

"Everyone knew Billy. He was the President of Sigma Theta Delta, one of the biggest frats on campus."

"Did Julie know Billy's brother, Joey?"

"I don't think so. I didn't even know Billy had a brother."

"Did she have any enemies? Any reason why someone might want to hurt her?"

"No. Julie was really popular and super-sweet. I can't imagine anyone wanting to hurt her."

There's something she's not telling you. You know a liar when you see one.

"You know we're federal agents, right? Lying to us is a big-time offense," you cross your arms.

"I'm not lying, Agent. There's just... nothing else to tell."

"Mmhmm."

Dean is hungry (there's a shocker) and Sam wants to break into Julie's computer so they take this to the cafe on campus. What if you were to run away? Would they be fast enough to catch you? Maybe not but they have that damn remote. If you want to get away, you need to get that remote.

"Alright, a café au lait for the lady." He hands Sam a coffee cup. He has a lot of food you know will only go to him. You don't eat or sleep. "For me--"

"A heart attack?"

"This is unreal. Look at this. I got Italian. I got Chinese. Serve yourself froyo. College is better than Vegas. What do you have?"

"Unfortunately, a lot of nada." Dean slaps your hand away when you try to grab a cookie off his plate. You don't eat but that doesn't mean you don't think cookies aren't delicious. "I hit up Julie's Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Instachat, Snapchat, and A.I.M. There is nothing but posts on Rush and 'Fifty Shades of Grey', the movie, not the book."

"Yeah. I didn't get half of that."

"It doesn't matter," Sam scoffs. "Now I'm going through her deleted files."

"You can do that?"

"Yeah. I mean, nothing ever really gets deleted from the Internet. You knew that, right?"

"Yeah," he nods.

"He didn't know that. I bet his nudes are just floating around on the internet somewhere," you say.

"If you put them there, I'm gonna kill you."

You smirk.

"Here we go. This might be something. it's a deleted Instachat from last night right around the time of death with someone named PrincessElsa8. 'Liar. I know. You'll pay.'

"Well, this Princess Elsa's a bitch. What's 810?" Dean asks when he looks at the screen.

"I don't know. Maybe a date?"

"Or a time of day. Maybe an area code?"

"No, the area code is for southeast Michigan. You know what?" Sam types something into Google. "Here we go. There are three addresses in town that have 810 in them."

"I'll see if I can get this to go," Dean gestures to his food.

You're almost half-asleep in the back seat as Sam and Dean drive around town looking for the addresses. When they realize it's not the house they're looking for, they move on to the next one. Luck would have it that the last house on the tour is the one they need. A woman walks out of her house and makes her way down the sidewalk.

"Yeah. You got it. Thank you Detective Petranzyk. We will keep in touch." Sam hangs up the phone. "So, PrincessElsa8 is not some crazed cyber killer. She is a third-grader from Lake Nebagamon, Wisconsin, who is obsessed with Frozen, and she was fast asleep when the Instachat occurred."

"Who say that coming? A hack job. Shocker," you sigh. The woman who left her house is carrying a garbage bag that she takes to the nearest utility pole. The pole is covered in flowers that she yanks off and shoves into the bag. "Someone's angry."

"Come on." You three get out and approach her. "Excuse me, ma'am. May we ask what you're doing?"

"Um, throwing away dead flowers. Is that a crime?" she asks when she sees the badges.

"It's not a crime, just a little strange seeing as how they aren't dead."

"It's not so strange when it feels like they're taunting you. My husband was killed in a car accident here nine months ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Boo Fucking Hoo. Get over it, lady.

"Thank you. We were newlyweds. We never even made it to our first anniversary, and to have to be reminded of that every time I look out my window or leave the house..."

"That's understandable. Forgive me, but did you notice anything weird after your husband's death? Any strange disturbances?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"Do you have any idea who is leaving the flowers?" Dean asks.

"Some teenage girl. I think she goes to the college near here 'cause she's always in Greek letters."

"Do you know her name?"

"No, but she has long red hair."

"That little minx," you say. "I knew she was lying."

Dean calls Delilah but she isn't answering the phone. While you wait for her to call back, Sam looks up the woman's husband who died in the car accident, Andrew Silver. Again, you sit at one of the cafes on campus so Dean can get more food.

"This is Agent Grohl again. Listen, I know I told you to call at your earliest convenience but scratch that. Call ASAP."

"Look at this. Andrew Silver, a twenty-nine-year-old High School teacher was killed in a fatal accident. The car burst into flames. Silver's body was burned beyond recognition, and he is believed to have been killed upon impact."

"So, Andy dies at 810 Downs Drive, then he torments Julie with 810 on her computer. What's his beef with her?"

"Yeah, and what's his connection to Billy?"

"Does it say where he's buried?"

He wasn't. He was cremated."

"So, no bones and he's not tethered to any object that we know of. How is Andrew haunting his victims?"

"Are you gonna eat all that?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, do you want some?"

Sam rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Dean can eat almost anything and it doesn't matter how much of it he eats. It amazes you how much he can put away. He's almost done with his meal when he gets a phone call from Delilah, and she is terrified out of her mind. You meet at her dorm and learn that her friend, Kyle, was killed in the rec room on the first floor. Dean stays downstairs to gather more information from the detective while you and Sam talk to Delilah in her room.

"Are you okay?" Sam asks.

"Not really," she whimpers.

Dean walks into the room five minutes later. "Death by decibel. Kyle's brains were jellied by his speakers. Oh, and get this, the clock on his stereo stopped at 8:10."

"Again?"

"Mm-hmm." He turns to Delilah. "Look we know you're the one leaving the flowers at Andrew's accident. So, why don't you just tell us what happened to Andrew that night?"

She looks nervous but keeps her mouth shut. She knows something.

"Delilah, please. This is the third death in five days. Who knows who's gonna be next?" Sam pleads.

She still won't talk so you're just gonna have to make her. You grab her hair and yank her head back forcefully. She gasps and stares at you with fearful eyes.

"Spill. What did you do to Andrew?"

"Y/N!" Dean yanks you off her and she begins sobbing. "That's enough!"

"Okay, I'll tell you," she cries. "The car accident wasn't exactly an accident."

"You just have to be forceful sometimes," you say and shrug off your husband. "Tell us what happened."

"My friends and I were on our way back from a party and they were all on their phones, the driver included. I'll spare you the gory details but we ended up almost crashing into Andrew. He went off the road and we didn't. He crashed into that pole and we didn't. We watched as the telephone line fell onto his car, electrocuting him to death. It started a fire and we didn't want to get caught. Not to mention Kyle was driving with a suspended license. Billy was worried about going to jail but Kyle convinced everyone it was okay to run. I wanted to go back but no one else did. Billy made us all promise not to say a word.

"I shouldn't have let them talk me out of it. It was wrong, and now we're being punished." Sam takes out two salt containers and hands one to Dean. He doesn't bother handing one to you. "Seriously, what are the chances that three out of the four of us die in one week? It can't be a coincidence."

"It's not a coincidence. It's a ghost. It's the vengeful spirit of Andrew Silver."

The brothers begin salting the room while you stand in the middle of it with your arms crossed.

"A ghost?"

"Yeah, they're real. This is sort of what we do."

"So, you're like Ghostbusters?"

"They are, I'm not. They're kind of forcing me to be here," you say.

"Shut up," Dean snaps at you. "First things first, you need to stay inside the salt circle while we take care of him, okay?"

"How do you take care of him? Please tell me you know how to take care of him."

"Did you not hear him when he said this is kind of what we do? Of course, we know how to take care of a man ghost."

"As blunt as she was, she's right. Usually, a ghost is tied to a place or an object. If you get rid of the object, you get rid of the ghost. With Andrew, it's different."

"What's he tied to?"

"We're working on it, but if we can figure out how he's traveling, we can figure out how to stop him."

"You know, this might be a Shocker situation. The paper said that he died from a collision, but Delilah says that he died from electrocution. Maybe that's how he's surfing. He's using the power lines as a conduit," Dean says.

"That would make sense with the computer and stereo kills but not the pickup. I mean, the truck runs on gas."

"Then it has to be something else, then."

"Alright, I'll go back to the accident site and check it out. You two stay with her."

"Take me with you."

"No, you're staying with me," Dean says and grabs your arm.

"Touch me again and I'll break that arm," you snap and yank your arm out of his grasp.

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summary : over the past few weeks, you're stressed out so bad but when you're with Eddie, you've been thinking a lot of wild thoughts, you want him to ease your mind

word count : not too long and not too short hehe just right

warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x FEM! reader, language, unprotected sex (you do better wrap it up okay?), manhandling, I added a character named Marian who is a bitch but her and reader became allies at the end, Eddie is (24), reader is (23)

what to expect : smut (at the end hehe) and fluff 🤭

note to reader : it's my first time to write something ✨spicy✨ but I hope I did good writing it :))

author note : it would be nice to listen to the song first hahaha this is where the idea comes from 👇🏻

This past few weeks makes you feel nauseated

You have bad days before but not like this, this one is the most infuriating and it upsets you a lot

You don't know why, you can't understand why is this happening to you

on the way for work, you spilled your morning coffee over your white blouse

"Ah- shit!" you shake your hand off at the hot liquid almost burning off your skin as you run back at the house to clean yourself up and change your top

And your boss is returning your fashion sketches as she says "it looks like the ones that we already did before, try something new and different"

You restrain annoying groan because you worked all up day and night for all those potraits that she needed to see for the next fashion show this coming weekend

You don't have any ideas in the moment and that irritates you so bad because you're never like this before, you always have visions just sitting there waiting for it to come alive

Is it because of the stress? Are you working too hard? maybe.... you need a break for a while

You just sigh and lean back at your chair and throw the papers at your desk

Marian, your rival at work, you can feel her eyes on you

and you glance at her flashing a fake smile and roll your eyes at her.....

She's enjoying this so much, she hates you since the day when the boss always asking you for ideas

Marian isn't bad at all, her sketches are great, she has the talent, only if she wasn't so bitchy, you could be friends

"Rough day, huh?" She says as she leans down on the top of your desk grinning the way you looked so fucked up

"Oh- fuck off, Marian- leave me alone" you hiss at her

She hates the way you're so perfect at everything you do, the first year of you working she thought you will probably messed up at the fashion world because it's no joke but you're so experienced and you're so natural with it- she envies you and you even got promoted at work because of the designs that you worked on have been always out of stock ever since the fashion show people we're raving about the clothes that is coming from you

And your boss, is always crediting and thanking you and it warms your heart, you're grateful that you have a very genuine boss who is not afraid to uplift others working for her despite she's the owner of the fashion brand....

she also have this bitterness towards of you being the girlfriend of Eddie Munson

Corroded Coffin, one of the biggest and famous rockbands in Hawkins Indiana

It amuses you everytime when your co-worker friends talks about whenever you're with Eddie

Marian is giving glares at you like it's illegal for you to date Eddie

He is a gentleman, respectful, caring and the man you always wanted and dreamed of, he is so perfect just like you

She's jealous, it's obvious, yeah, you can't stand her but sometimes you feel bad for her

"Seems like our favorite and wonderful savior of this fashion company is running out of ideas" she smirks

You glare at her "I wish your desk is place on the far side of the room so I won't get to see your bitchy face and your bitch voice!" you huffed and cross your arms

"The feeling is mutual- I didn't asked to sit right next to y- you whore" Marion rolls her eyes as she plops back to her chair

"Whore? really?" you lean back against your chair

"Uh huh, yes you are!"

Your face crumpled up in confusion and you can see in her eyes that are now flaring with annoyance because you don't care about her remarks and she despises the way you can't seem to get under your skin

you don't really care about it and that angers her

You can't contain your laughter so you bursted it out in front of her

She presses her lips and shakes her head at you

You know exactly why she's doing this to you- she's just projecting her own insecurities to you that's why you don't really mind it

"Just because I'm dating a metalhead doesn't mean that I am a whore, Marian" you scoff and laugh incredulously

You pushed yourself back to your desk and proceed for the boss has asked you to do

You're with Eddie since you we're teenagers, you met him during your highschools days

He is being held back from his school year the first time you've met him but ever since you came into his life, he changed for you and it really inspires him to be better and he did and you're so proud of him

Wayne loved you so much, he is so happy with his nephew and for you too

Marian is eyeing on your ringed finger

"So you're going to marry him?"

You stopped at what you're doing and look over your ringed finger, a smile grows on your lips

"Yeah? why?"

"Y'all probably going to end up in divorce after-

"You know what- let's just work, okay?" You cut her off before she can finish her sentence

yeah, no wonder why you're so frazzled up this past few weeks

It's because of the Engagement Party

Maybe, you're anxious or this is just overwhelming and mixed emotions at the same time

It's been 3 in a half hours since you're tapping your pencil on the desk with your hand resting on the bottom of your chin

You're squinting at the paper in front of you- deciding if you can do something about it but nothing, literally nothing else come to mind

you push yourself backwards and looked over at Marian's desk

She's having her lunch right now and you looked over the sketches that are scattered on her desk

You got used that Marian isn't really organized at her stuff but she does the job

You picked it up and you admire her work and a lightbulb comes to your head

This is what the boss wants, so you give it to her, and she did liked it, now problem solved

You still give the fashion sketches that your boss told you to do it again but this time it's much more adequate than the first submission, it's unique

Marian on her way towards her desk while still drinking her last ounce of her coffee

She's been fumbling around her desk looking for her sketch that she did

While you're fixing your things on the way home you pushed back your chair and you say

"Go, see the boss" you say while you swing your bag over your shoulder

"What?" she responds not looking at you, she opened every drawer- it's not in there

"I said, go see the boss"

"Why?"

"Just go, you're going to love it" you grinned

Marian draw her brows together in confusion but she follows you anyways giving you a last look and you gave her a thumbs up

You leaned over the doorframe and the boss praises Marian sketches as she announced it would be her designs that will be shown this weekend

Marian eyes goes wide as she looks back at you

"I told you so, see you tomorrow!" You waved bye at the boss

"Wait!"

You turned around "What's up?"

"Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Give her my sketches?"

"It's because I loved it and I figured out it maybe the boss will like it and she did, right? aren't you excited?"

"I-I don't understand"

You chuckled "I can't wait to see your designs at the fashion show!"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Marian, I'm not here for competition alright? I know we don't get along but when I see an opportunity I'm not going to waste it"

It's the first time you see her genuinely smile at you

"Take care, now" you turn away from her

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Congratulations on your engagement." She sheepishly saids

"Thank you, see you around!"

You drove your way on the house and parked the car on the garage, Eddie is already in there, waiting for you

You closed the door and you screamed as you enter inside, Eddie carried you with a satisfied look on his face

"Ahh! Eddie, my god, you scared me!" You say as you puts back up on your feet

"I just missed my girl" he says with a smirk

"Missed me? We've been living together for 5 years?!"

"Well, it's because I love you so much and I want you in my arms already, if only I can stick myself onto you so wherever you go I'm always there" he says with the classic Eddie Munson mannerisms

Eddie never fails to make you feel pretty and loved, he's been always been so verbal about it ever since and that's why you're so grateful for him

"You want to stick yourself around me?"

"I will with no hesitations"

"Aww, my fianceé is so clingy"

"Finally, my dream girl is going to be my wife, I couldn't believe it"

You snorted and you blushed "you always make my day better"

He suddenly grows concern, he knows you too well

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Just another wrath day at work" you say as you sat down on the couch and sigh with a small smile

"Is it Marian again?"

"Yeah- but I think she's growing on me and her too"

He is shocked and he just stares at you with no word coming out from his mouth

You giggled "I kinda helped her at work today since I don't know what happened to me from the past few weeks, I can't draw and I think any ideas for the designs and it stresses me out so much" you groaned and throw your head back at the couch

Eddie just loves to listen to you and look at you like it was the old times, he had growth of course, he even became more mature but he still the same Eddie that you always adored

You turned around to see that he is already staring at you with loving eyes "and I spilled my coffee over my blouse this morning"

He winces at it "for my observation, I think you need to chill for a moment, you know- have some fun!"

You stare at the window for a second and you say "I think you're right"

"I'm always right" He winks at you

He opens his arms for an embrace and you wrap yourself around him

"I know you're so dedicated to this job, I just don't like it when you're taking yourself too hard, sweetheart" he says while he run his fingers through your hair

"I'm just nervous"

"About what?"

"Our engagement party?"

He pulls back to look at you "you're nervous about our engagement party?!"

"I-I get it you don't like it when my anxiety wins at me but in my guess I'm having mixed emotions but I'm excited and happy as you do, I just don't want anything bad happening tomorrow"

He smiles down at you "we're going to have the best wedding ever, I know it"

You beamed at him "I love you, Eddie"

"I love you too, darling"

It's 7am and the party starts at 10am

The alarm clock just burns your ears and you angrily groan and you put your arms around Eddie and bury yourself on his chest

Eddie just wraps over you and you're locked in his embrace, legs are tangled to each other

You and Eddie are always been like this- it's crazy like nothing ever changed, you just continue to love each other just the same

You can't even comprehend that it's been 5 years and now he is going to be your husband- you're so blessed sometimes you think that you don't deserve it

"Y/N?" he opens his eyes, he's avoiding the sunrise peeking out the window

"hmm?" you ask sleepily

"We might be late for the party" god- you always loved his morning voice, it's so rasp

You groaned more "I- I wanna snuggle some more"

"Sweetheart, you don't want them to see us underdressed and unprepared?!" He tries to get up and he chuckles to your action pulling him back from the bed not wanting to open your eyes

"i promise- I'll give you all the best cuddles later, okay? baby?" he says patting your cheek to wake up

You open your eyes and there he is- chocolate button eyes looking down at you with a giddy smile on his face

"hmph" you roll your eyes at him as you finally set him free from your grip and you stretch out in the bed

Your shirt ride up and didn't miss the eyes of your fianceé while licking his lips in the process

You smirk "I want a kiss"

You don't have to ask him twice as he clash his lips into yours

You throw your hands around him while his hand goes over your stomach and your thighs

You locked him again by your legs pulling him down more to you and he groaned as he slides his tongue on your mouth and you moaned

He deepens the kiss as he touched your breasts, you make out with each other for awhile not until the alarm clock rings again and Eddie had enough of it as he smacks it down on the ground and you laughed

Of course, he never lets you to do shower, alone

While you finished cooking up some breakfast

The dress that you always wanted finally came

You quickly unwrapped it and you say "Oh no"

Eddie almost tripped down rushing towards you "W-What happened?"

"it's the one that I wanted but it's the wrong color"

"It's dark blue, it will still looked good on you"

"But I want it to be maroon" you pout

You sigh as you sat down and he does the same

"Why is this happening to me"

"Everything will be alright, Y/N" he says as he kisses your forehead

you smiled at him but you're frustrated with your dress

While you and Eddie are getting ready and finishing touches at the decoration, you can hear almost everyone is coming at your house

Steve, Robin, Dustin, Max, Lucas, Mike, El, and Argyle came

Steve and Eddie talked to each other and you overheard Steve is so proud of Eddie outselling album copies when back then he's just playing at the Hideout and look where he is now, he finally made a name for himself and his band and the best part that he has you

Dustin and others are in college and even though all of them are young adults but they still act like the same and you couldn't help but feel so emotional about it, you missed being with them

Even Eddie's bandmates Gareth and Jeff, while reminiscing the memories that you have with them, they're both jokesters and so mischievous but nevertheless you both love them and you have the best bond with them back in high school

Wayne and your mom arrived and you can feel the energy towards your mom she's so happy for you

Joyce, Karen, Nancy and Jonathan are the first ones to congratulate you

After lunch with everyone, you excused yourself for a few minutes

You rushed through your bedroom with Eddie

You closed the door and you released a deep breath

You flinched when you heard a sudden knock

"Y/N? darling? are you there?" You sigh of relief- it's just Eddie- and you twist the doorknob open

"is everything alright?" He says as he enters the room locking the doorknob behind

"I'm nervous that's all" you slightly chuckle

He closes the door "you can just sit down here for awhile, if you want"

"N-No, I'll be fine- I'll come back there"

You loved the way he checks on you- to see if you're okay- the moment when you feel anxious but you can't help but hate the way he leaves you unattended.... you want him to stay with you

Before he can turned around to go inside, you stop him by holding his hand

He turn himself around, with his puzzled expression

"What is it?"

"I-I missed you and I need your love" you blurted out

He blinks and he smirks "Oh"

You stare at him and you have to admit that he looks so handsome and that his presence is enough to make you wet

"You cleaned up so nice" you compliment him

"Why, Thank you my sweet thing" he says as he kisses your knuckles

"You're so pretty, Eddie" you say to him as you walk towards to him closer you twirl his hair over your finger

His eyes suddenly goes darker, he knows exactly why you're doing this right now

"Tell me, what you're thinking about?" as if he can read your mind

"You're turning me on"

"Y-you what?!"

"Just you Eddie- you're turning me on right now"

"My, my look who's clingy now" he shows you a smug face that you always hated ever since but you always loved his smile you just dislike it because it's true, if he's clingy, you're more clingy

You roll your eyes at him as you move away from him

He tuts as he reaches out to grab your hand

"You didn't answer my question, honey"

You run down your hands over his body and he shivers at your touch "I'm having wild thoughts, would help me you help me out, please?"

Before you know it- he throws you down on the bed and you gasped and laughed at the sudden action

He removes his coat and crawls down at you and he slams his lips into yours

You wanted this and you can feel he is smirking through the kiss

He unzips your dress and pull the strap down and he buries his face on your breasts, it tickles you and you giggled

You remove your dress completely leaving you only with your underwear

Eddie admires you from top to bottom, half-naked, and you get so flustered by it and you turn your head on the side

He holds your face to make you look at him "What do you want, Sweetheart?"

"Every single night, I need you hands on me"

"yeah? and?" He asks keeping his eyes on you while he removes his tie and he does it so aggressively and you shudder at the sight of it

"When your kisses climb, you give me sweet relief"

He hums in responds and smirks at you

"You always make me feel so pretty, I want you and I need you to help me out, please?"

He leans down at you "Say that again, and I'll give you what you want"

"Pretty please?"

He kisses you so passionately, you love his soft lips and you mewled at his hard clothed dick at your clothed pussy

He moves down on your neck and nips at it and you whimper at his touch, marking you as his

He tugs your underwear and plays with it and he rips it off and you gasped he loves to caught you off guard

"Oh, my baby, look at you, why didn't you say something earlier?" He looks at you in awe while your pussy is dripping wet

He carefully put his ringed finger on your wet folds and you moan at the sensation and he grunts how tight you are

"E-Eddie- I need you please"

"Sweetheart- I have to prepare you before I-"

You hold his hand "pretty please, Eddie please!" you whisper-shouted

"Alright, okay, fuck-" he removes his pants and boxers and drags you at the edge of the bed and you squealed

"I need you to look at me, okay?"

You nod at him

"Tell me if it hurts I will stop"

"Okay"

He is still so gentle and caring for you as if you haven't done this for over dozen times already when you're both in college back then

He places himself directly onto your pussy and pushes himself in it slowly

You both moaned at the feeling

"a-ah- shit" you say as you throw your head back

He is so big and you look down you can see he is inches away disappearing filling you up completely and your chest rises up and down heavily

"....E-Eddie" you say while you hold his chest

"W-What is it?" He asks he is struggling to keep his eyes open

"You can m-move" you say the moment he reaches down to your sweet spot, you moaned

He hold your back and put your arms around his neck "Come baby, I want you to ride me"

You straddle yourself up to him while you legs are now wobbling at the euphoric rising up to your senses

He pulls in and out and he brushes away your hair out of your face

You show him a sickly smile, that's enough to roll his eyes "You're taking me so well"

"Oh, darling if you smile at me like that I won't last long"

"D-Don't stop, Eddie, it feels so good"

He pounds you so hard that you can suppress your moans any longer

Thankfully, there's a loud music outside of the room

You completely forgotten that you're having an engagement party

He paces faster and faster and you just whimper and moan as you cling onto him and bury yourself on his crook of his neck

Eddie holds on to you and gripping your waist and back that would leave marks and you don't mind it- you love the marks that he always leaves on you

You place both of your hands over his shoulder as you bounce at him up and down and ride him

"o-Oh motherfucker-" he curses out at the sensation

"Damn, baby you look so beautiful like this"

"The only ride that I want is you" you say as you eye him up and down with a hunger in your eyes

Eddie's became more lustful as he kisses your lips again- deeper and deeper as you follow his pace

You pulled back at each other so breathless and the room is filled nothing but moans and moans

You grip on him tighter and he knows it that you're almost there

"Are you close, baby?"

"Y-yeah, oh- Eddie please go more faster- fuck!"

"Eddie-"

"Yes?"

"Come inside of me, please"

"A-are you sure?"

"Yes I-I want it"

"Goddamn it, sweetheart"

You screamed his name and arched your back

You both came undone as you slowly ride him, you're both breathing heavily as you embrace him and you both fall back at the end

He moaned "Wow"

You breathlessly giggled "I love you so much"

"You're so hot while riding me, I love you the most"

You caressed his head and he hums

"You can't wait for the honeymoon, huh?" He wiggle his brows at you

"Shut up, Eddie" you scoffed but can't contain the smile on your face

Eddie gets up and removes himself off to you and he smirks at your legs shaking and you blushed at him

He wears his boxers and he cleans you up first, taking care of you nicely and there's so much fondness in his eyes and yours too

He helps you get up with your dress and you retouched your smudged makeup while he's brushing your hair

You and Eddie both giggled suspiciously of what you both just did

You both can't help each other and you make out again before leaving the room

"Eddie!" You giggled

"What?" He pulled back from the kiss

"the guests might be wondering where we are!" You exclaimed

"And so what?" He will never ever get tired of touching you all the time and your pussy clenches again at his overwhelming touch

"You're going to mess up my makeup again!" You say as you push him back and you turned around reaching out at the doorknob

He ignores you, as he put his hand under dress playing with your clit

You gasped "Holy- shit- Eddie!"

He smirks behind your back and you arched your back and giving him more skin to kiss your neck

Both of you pulled back into reality when you suddenly heard a loud bang on the door

You laughed and cover your mouth and Eddie grunted annoyingly as he unlock and swings the door open

"Y/N, Eddie? Are you-" it's Steve

You waved at him shyly and Eddie raises his brows

Of course he knows what happened he is not dumb- as he smirks at Eddie slightly

"Uh- Everybody is looking for the both of you they're been waiting for the um- speech?"

Eddie clasps his hands together "Oh, right uh- yup"

Steve nods and he walks away

Eddie lets you go outside first and he intertwined his hands into yours while coming down the stairs

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"I think i found my inspiration"

He grins at you "Seriously?"

You chortled "Yes"

"I'm glad, just say the word, sweetheart- I will get you of the stress in no time"

"Pretty Please?" You say innocently as you bat your eyes at him

"Sure thing, my darling, anything for you" he says as he kisses your cheek with loud MWAH

you giggled and everyone cheered for you and you and Eddie looked at each other filled with gratitude and appreciation

"Pretty Please?" you voice echoes in Eddie's mind as he want to hear your sweet voice forever

[discodreaming]

HELLO! i've now opened my inbox for my followers/mutuals to talk to their favorite character!

you can send in random sentences, inbox prompts that you see on my blog or even confess your love!

please be sure to be respectful and kind to not only me but the muses.

this will be very much like roleplaying. to continue communication you can send in more inboxes or you can even link the inbox to a conversation to communicate with your beau/family/friend!

please do not request any minors/anthropomorphic in romantic or sexual ways, I'm begging you. i will only reply to the platonic/familial ones.

you may talk to at least 2 muses at once in one message, all to prevent being overwhelmed. this may change once i get comfortable enough to handle more.

all romantic and nsft inboxes or starters towards muses will require slow burn

all ships are multishipped but can be single shipped if you guys can build up their romance meter!

this will only be reader x character, oc x character i will put on either another blog or a different post.

* note: i will accept 5 oc x character in this post for the time being: 1/5

however for certain events i can bend these rules for you to get a romantic scene with your crushes!

or even just hanging out with your friends!

characters i will write for right now:

note: this list will change every now and then as i advance further into the shows or a character is requested more!

if you don't see a character you like here and would like to see me try my hand at playing them, don't be shy to tell me!

bold = characters I've played before

one piece! ( pre timeskip )

romantic options: nico robin, nami, sanji, zoro, usopp, buggy, sir crocodile, dracule mihawk, shanks, portgas d. ace

platonic options: chopper, franky ( may change ), luffy ( im currently on the pretimeskip )

up to debate: please ask !

rwby ! ( all season 9 ages )

romantic options: weiss schnee, blake belladonna, yang xiao long, jaune arc, taiyang xiao long, raven branwen, qrow branwen, emerald sustari, sun wukong, neptune vasillias, james ironwood, winter schnee, mercury black

platonic options: ruby rose, nora valkyrie, lie ren, pyrrha nikos, penny polendina, professor ozpin, oscar pine, neopolitan

up to debate: salem, cinder fall

fruits basket !

romantic options: shigure sohma, hatori soma, ayame soma

platonic options: tohru honda, yuki sohma, kyo sohma

castlevania animated !

romantic options: trevor belmont, adrian 'alucard' tepes, sypha belnades

edens zero !

romantic options: rebecca bluegarden, weisz steiner, homura kogetsu, kris rutherford, shiki granbell, labilla christy

platonic: happy, witch regret, sister ivry, hermit mio, valkyrie yuna, elise crimson, justice

d.gray man !

romantic options: yu kanda, lavi, tyki mikk, howard link, cross marian

platonic: allen walker, lenalee lee, nea d. campbell, wisely kamelot

psycho pass !

romantic options: akane tsuneori, shinya kogami, nobuchika ginoza, shuusei kagari, yayoi kunizuka, shion karanomori, shogo makishima

platonic: tomomoi masaoka

owari no seraph

romantic options: guren ichinose, ferid bathory, kureto hiiragi, shinya hiragi, seishiro hiiragi, crowley eusford

platonic: yuichiro hyakuya, mikaela hyakuya, shinoa hiiragi, yoichi saotome, shiho kimizuki, mitsuba sangu, krul tepes

yuukou no moriarty

romantic options: william james moriarty, albert james moriarty, louis james moiarty, sherlock holmes, fred porlock, sebastian moran, mycroft holmes, james bond

fate/ ( /zero & /stay night)

romantic options: saber, kirei kotomine, gilgamesh, cu chulainn

platonic: shirou emiya, rin tohsaka, waver velvet

up to debate: kiritsugu emiya, irisviel von einzbern, archer emiya, tokiomi tohsaka, diamuid ua duibhne

please don't: shinji matou, ryuunosuke uryu

fairy tail

romantic options: lucy heartfilia, gray fullbuster, erza scarlet, mirajane strauss, laxus dreyar, gildarts clive, loke, elfman strauss, juvia lockser, fried justine, evergreen, bickslow, rogue cheney, sting eucliffe, kagura mikazuchi, aguria yukino, natsu dragneel, mystogan, cana alberona, gajeel redfox, erik, jellal fernandes

platonic: wendy marvell

record of ragnarok

romantic options: adam, jack the ripper, kojiro sasaki, qin shi huang, hades, beelzebub, hermes

platonic: souji okita

up to debate: the valkyries, nikolas tepes, thor, poseidon, apollo,

obey me

romantic options: lucifer, mammon, levianthan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor,diavolo, barbatos, simeon, raphael, solomon,

platonic: luke

up to debate: thirteen, mephistopheles

kingdom hearts ( kingdom hearts iii )

romantic options: terra, aqua, xemnas, zexion, saix, axel, demyx,

platonic: sora, kairi, riku, roxas, namine, xion, ventus, vanitas, ephemer, skuld, brain

genshin impact

romantic options: wriothesley, albedo, alhaitham, ayaka, ayato, baizhu, ajax, cyno, dehya, diluc, eula, ganyu, itto, jean, kazuha, kokomi, xiao, heizou, shenhe, kaeya, rosaria, yae miko, beidou, lisa, kaveh, zhongli, nigguang, neuvillette, yela, candace, thoma, yanfei

platonic: hu tao, venti, faruzan, sucrose, chongyun, freminet, layla, mika, fischl, collei, noelle, yun jin, barbara, xingqiu, amber, bennette, xinyan

up to debate: keqing, lyney, aether, lumine, wanderer, lynette, kuki shinobu, sara, kiara, gorou, mona, nilou, yoimiya, charlotte

please don't: klee, sayu, qiqi, diona, dori, nahida, yaoyao

final fantasy

romantic options: cloud strife, tifa lockhart, aerith gainsborough, zack fair, reno, rude, genesis rhapsodos, reeve tuesti, angel hewley, sephiroth, vincent valentine.

platonic: barret wallace, yuffie kisaragi

detroit become human

romantic options: connor, markus, gavin

platonic: kara, hank

devil may cry

romantic options: dante, nero, vergil

platonic: trish, nico, lady, v

jojo's bizarre adventure

romantic options: dio brando, joseph joestar ( part 2 & 3 ), caesar anthonio zeppeli, jotaro kujo ( 4-6 only ), rohan kishibe, bruno bucciarati, leone abbachio, narciso anasui, johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, diego brando

debating: jonathan joestar, jolyne cujoh, weather report

[dw-writes]

Mythical May??? Then I have to request a mer!reader and Cross!! Its BOTH mer-may and also the series i got introduced to you with!!! (I found it on lunaescensce, i think, years ago while digging for dgma fics!!!) I hope you have a lovely day!!! ❤❤❤

GOD I LOVE FACTUAL MYTHOLOGY!! It’s one of my favorite works, honestly, with the unique POV and the story telling. I really need to sit down, plot out everything that I want to happen, and just finish it. Even now, I still remember EXACTLY how I want it to end, and I just have never gotten there. Anyway, I hope this is okay!! And that you like it!! Despite it not being May anymore (RIP me), I’ll still tag this with Mythical May.

You watched the boy upon the shore with thinly veiled interest and even more obvious curiosity. He was small, with brilliant white hair that collected the fallen snow and clung to his neck. His arm was in hand crafted, but meticulous sling, and he was scowling, kicking a rock into the frigid waves with a fervor saved only for scolded children. He continued this as he moved down the beach, closer to your perch upon the rocks, kicking a variety of oddly shaped rocks and running from the waves as they chased after his booted feet.

Behind him trailed a man with a heavy coat and a thick scarf. As the wind swirled across the water, it carried with it the smell of rich wine and heady smoke that overpowered the briny odor. There was nothing else about him, save for the smell and the brilliant shock of scarlet hair that he kept tucked in his coat collar.

You propped your chin in your hand and curled your tail. It’s silken, ragged ends brushed against your back, reminding you in hindsight that you should not have taunted the shark that roamed near your home. Your turned your head, and continued with the movement, until you had rolled over and presented your cold belly to the dull winter sun. Your brittle hair cascaded down the jagged rock face.

You wished the man would go away. He’d been following the boy for the last fortnight, staying silent but vigilant, never letting the child leave his sight. It was annoying! You loved children! Anytime a child wound up on your beach, you would bring them pretty shells, and tell them stories, and make them smile and laugh. It was a wonderful sound! You enjoyed it immensely, much more than the frowns and tears and huffy, scrunched faces they would have arrived with. And now, this child with the alabaster hair, had tramped along your shore for fourteen days and you had not been able to approach him because of his lingering guardian!

It was rude!!

You huffed.

Children you trusted. The human adults never truly believed the tales of a child, and brushed off stories of mermaids with bemused smiles.

Men, however...Men were different. Men followed schools of mermaids in ships and fishing boats until most no longer approached the land for fear of being hunted, and gutted, and hung in shops for ogling eyes.

The child dropped into the sand, crossing his legs and glaring out across the sea. You rolled over, tucking your chin low to the rock. He was so close that you could make out his eyes - a summer storm grey - and see an interesting scar trailed down his cheek.

The man loudly sighed and said, “Allen.”

The boy didn’t turn to him as he mockingly sighed and chuffed, “Master.”

“Get out of the sand, boy.”

“No.”

The Master rolled his one visible eye. You inched closer on the rock until your body started to curve down its forward face. “It’s not my fault you broke your arm, so stop pouting,” the Master grumbled. He turned his body towards the waves and glanced behind him. The ocean had already devoured their path. “Now get out of the sand before you catch your death.”

“I’m not pouting about my arm!” the boy finally protested, “And no!” He crossed his other arm, a limb that was carefully bandaged, and curled into himself.

The Master stepped closer. You could see the cigarette hanging from his lips bend as he clenched his teeth. “Stand up before I make you, brat.”

Your hand slipped. With a gasp that grew both of their eyes, you tumbled off the rock and into the choppy water with a splash. The sharp cold stunned you for a moment, left you sinking as you tried to orient yourself and swim somewhere. You couldn’t get far, though: arms encircled your chest and hauled you upwards until you broke the surface. The Master grunted as he tried to grasp one of the rocks you had narrowly avoided. He held you fast against him as he managed to hook an elbow around the sharp point of one, and propped you against his shoulder. You met his gaze just as his knee pushed the curve of your backside up, and his eyebrow arched.

“Master!” Allen shouted from the beach.

You remained frozen in the man’s hold as he shouted back to his ward that he was fine, and that you were fine, and that he’d return in a moment. Then, his eye returned to you.

“Seems I risked my health for nothing,” he murmured.

“Mermaids aren’t nothing,” you hesitantly whispered. “Don’t take me to shore.”

“I didn’t plan to.” His arm loosened around you. You planted your hands against his chest and slid from your perch upon his knee. Before you floated too far, he took your hand in his, softly held your fingers until you curled your own around his palm. “What’s your name?” he murmured.

“Names have power around these parts,” you replied.

He freely gave you his anyway: Cross Marian. You felt it stick fast in your chest next to your slowly thudding heart. “You need’nt worry,” he stated, “I promise not to share it.” His lips, which were quickly paling in the icy water, twitched up in a smile.

And you found that you couldn’t deny him.

You would find that you could never deny him.

[adelheidvonschicksal]

You write for D GRAY MAN- 👉👈 I beg for a yandere!cross x fem reader hc nsfw

Pairing: Marian Cross x Fem Reader

Content Warning: Yandere, nsfw

🚬 This man is deadly serious about you. Everyone knows Cross is a womanizer, but he only returns to his sweet darling, only ever save certain nicknames for you. He may call someone else a princess but only you are a queen. Not that you want to be his queen.

🚬 He’ll take you with him everywhere he possibly can. His arm will always be wrapped around your hips, hand always firmly planted on your rear.

🚬 When he has to leave you for your own safety, he’ll keep a horde of modified Akuma to watch you 24/7, not caring that it scares you when they explode because it’s the best way to keep you safe.

🚬 Once young Allen joined, he left Allen to be your caretaker and warned Allen if so much as a scratch comes on your body or you run away then he will personally hand-deliver him to the Earl.

🚬 When Allen is older it turns into “if you so much as look at what’s mine, I’ll turn you into a eunuch.” He was going to do it beforehand, but you talked him out of it.

🚬 Needless to say, back then Allen was always nervous and stressed when left with you.

🚬 Cross loves having you by his side to show off when he goes out drinking. He likes to sit you right in his lap to pour him drinks while he gambles.

🚬 Luckily, he refuses to gamble only two things ls in this life. His innocence and his darling.

🚬 Oh, but if anyone dares try to suggest it, it’s their funeral, and the death will not be pleasant.

🚬 When Cross disappears for years on end, a lot of that time is spent with you somewhere far off and solitary so the two of you can be alone, and no one can hear your begging.

🚬 He prefers you naked with only his exorcist coat on when the two of you are alone, easy for him to access whenever the need should strike, and it strikes often.

🚬 He isn’t a breeder type, as he doesn’t want children; however, he does love to joke that you two should make your own set of exorcists,

🚬 Cross loves the feel of cumming inside his darling, of spreading his mark inside of you with every thrust and feeling you shudder underneath him.

🚬 Marian loves it when you get flustered and squirmy with his advances; but if you start to complain too much, he’ll let you drink and get you drunk enough that you’re a submissive and compliant doll. Any other time, he wouldn’t let you dare drink the stuff. Why would you need to drink to have a good time when he’s already there?

🚬 He also swears that drinks come better from your body and loves to lick liquor from in between your breasts.

🚬 If you were to ever die, you’ll become his second Maria, or at the very least he’d go against his morals and bring you back so he could modify you to keep you at his side forever.

🚬 It doesn’t matter to him if it’s with your departed body or simply a black skeleton, only he decides when your souls part, not death.

[wika1l-blog]

Lol, if anyone is even interested:

https://www.wattpad.com/story/299090100?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=SlyBlue1ll&wp_originator=3BuyVdb2OLf3OlwTjHZk5wjEGoKEp4L7GrIoloCVs8YAK%2FGZ8gk1y%2BQ9gdaj%2FEyxIQ4XwpCmvGpZ5EGVkC%2BE9jDI%2BkayZonU665u066tOB14Qk6wxVMfN7v0QMr5PrHf

The fact that there aren't so many fanfictions with Cross made me so mad that I decided I shall write one myself. 😤

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Restless

Part THREE of The Soldat and The Flower  :: ONE  ,  TWO  ,  FOUR  , FIVE

Pairing :: Soldat!Bucky Banres x Petite fem!Reader

Warnings :: DARK/MATURE THEMES, 18+ Content/SMUT, Dub-Con, Humping, Dry Humping, Mentions of Abuse, Slight Suicidal Behavior, Slight Possessive Behavior, Mentions of Rape.

Word Count ::  3,851

Summary :: The Soldat must leave for a while, making him and The Flower grow restless.

A/N :: I told y’all it’d take me a WHILE to get this out, but I’d do it eventually

After what she could only presume was a fortnight had passed, The Flower had grown comfortable with her new imprisonment. She would’ve much rather preferred being free, however, being fed warm meals three times a day and sleeping soundly with The Soldat’s arms around her was far better compared to her old daily starvations in the cold. She was no longer reluctant to live.

She wasn’t allowed a mirror in her bathroom, though she could tell she was starting to gain back the weight she had lost. She could no longer see her ribs, and her hands weren’t as thin as a skeleton’s anymore.

No longer in a constant state of fatigue, she began to grow restless. Her imagination ran wild trying to keep her entertained throughout the day. The Flower would never think of her life before, knowing it would only make her depressed. Instead, she dreamed about the myths and legends her grandparents would tell her when she was younger, such as King Arthur, Wild Bill Hickock, and Blackbeard.

The Flower had almost forgotten how to daydream.

Naturally, she told The Soldat how she spent her days remembering their stories. By sharing a meal and speaking with him daily, it helped her keep her sanity. It was like a sense of normalcy bonding with someone, even if only one of them was doing most of the talking.

---

“Robin and Marian go through a lot, but always stay strong together, even if they’re separated. Robin fights for those who can’t defend themselves, and Marian helps him stay grounded so he never crosses the line.”

Tonight, The Flower was elaborating on the tales of Robin Hood. The Soldat could tell that the outlaw king was her favorite legend. He noticed how her eyes lit up each time she started to even think about Robin Hood.

He was hoping one day she’d get that giddy whenever she saw him. Being able to see her smile and relax around him was enough for now though.

“Of course, in the variations where Marian dies, Robin does struggle.”

The Soldat tilted his head, clearly confused. “Why didn’t Robin save her?”

The Flower let out a sad sigh telling him, “Maybe he couldn’t. It’s just the way life is.”

She ate her last piece of chicken then stood up, making her way to the bathroom to clean up then head to bed. After their meal together it was always time for bed.

The Soldat didn’t follow right away as he always did. He sat there, still confused. “So he doesn’t get his happy ending.”

“He usually does, but sometimes the hero doesn’t get a happy ending,” She explained from the bathroom.

After she finished and went to bed, The Soldat did as well with a tighter grip on her than usual. She gave him a small look before deciding not to question it and went to sleep.

It was difficult for The Soldat to sleep that night. His thoughts were grim, thinking about what would ever happen if he failed to protect his flower. He swore to himself that he could never let that happen. She was barely starting to regain her color.

He could only relax when, in her sleep, The Flower snuggled her face into his chest. She was happy with him, he told himself before finally being able to drift off.

---

Her day went by as usual until dinner came. She was expecting The Soldat to enter with her food, as he always did, instead, a guard brought in her boiled chicken, rice, a roll of bread, and a cup of water.

The Flower waited a few moments for The Soldat to enter only to be met with nothing. Her stomach turned with anxiety, having grown used to spending the meal with him.

She was able to calm her worries, reminding herself that he’d come once it was time to sleep. Except he didn’t then either.

Laying in bed, she stirred endlessly throughout the night. She felt a lack of warmth without him in bed with her.

Morning came and she couldn’t understand why she felt like she was missing something. Perhaps she missed The Soldat because she believed he cared about her. After all, he listened to her speak with a small smile before holding her warmly until she dozed off each day.

When the next day came, she didn��t daydream about anything or one. She only wondered where The Soldat was, if he was okay, and what would happen to her if he didn’t come back.

Dinner time came, and again, a guard brought in her meal. This time, her anxiety made her nauseous and unable to eat her pork stew. She only ate her roll of bread and drank her cup of water.

The Flower stared for hours at the door for The Soldat to enter so she could sleep, but he never came and she eventually fell asleep from exhaustion.

The next day, she didn’t eat much of her breakfast or lunch, nor could she if she wanted to. Her mind ran wild with thoughts as to why The Soldat had been missing for two days now. 

Perhaps he had finally grown tired of her. Maybe she upset him when she told him Robin didn’t always get a happy ending. What if he found someone better to entertain him?

She believed he cared about her given how he took care of her. He was always gentle with her. His grip on her was firm each night, still, she could see how careful he was as if he was afraid he’d break her.

‘He must have gotten tired of a pathetic little thing like me.’

Knock. Knock. Knock.

She looked at the door, eyebrows scrunched together. No one ever knocked on her door.

Slowly, the door opened. She stared with anticipation, wondering who it was.

“Hello my dear,” A man with a German accent said, followed by Kreischer sticking his head in the room.

The Flower stared at the stranger as he entered, holding her tray of food. It was the same meal as the night before, but there was also a small bowl of flan.

“I decided to bring you your meal today since I wasn’t too busy. The Soldat is still gone, and I’m sure you’re not used to being alone after all the time you’ve spent together.”

Kreischer sat down across her meal, giving her a welcoming smile. She didn’t return it.

“There’s no need to be afraid. I come in peace.”

Hesitantly, The Flower stood up, taking quiet steps to her seat. She ate her food, hoping he’d leave once she was done.

Kreischer watched her eat, his smile never wavering even for a second. His never-ending stare made her feel uncomfortable like she was being evaluated.

“I’m Dr. Christoph Kreischer. I’m the man who patched you up when you first got here.”

“Oh… Thank you.” She didn’t know how else to respond.

“You welcome, Miss (Y/L/N).”

Clink.

The Flower dropped her spoon, blood running cold as she stared at him with wide eyes. “How… How do you know my name?”

She had never told The Soldat her name. Granted he never asked, or told her his, so she felt no need for him to know. They had grown close, but there were still walls built around each of them.

Kreischer chuckled. “Of course I know your name. I know everything there is on paper to know about you. After all, we wouldn’t just let you stay with Hydra’s number one asset and not look into you.”

“Hydra?”

Cheekily, Kreischer placed a hand over his mouth. “Oops! It seems I’ve said too much, haven’t I? It’s okay though, we don’t have to worry about you telling anyone since the only person left breathing who cares about you is The Soldat.”

The Flower’s hands balled into fists around the hem of her dress. She glared at the doctor. “Why are you here?”

“To figure out if anything was interesting about you at all.” He let out a sigh, his smile finally leaving. “Alas, I have no clue as to why our Soldat cares about you so deeply. He gets defensive the second any guard threatens to come in here and mess with you, but he hasn’t taken you himself yet, has he?”

She averted her gaze away from him, almost ashamed. It wasn’t her fault she was ordinary. She didn’t try or want to be special. She merely begged him to kill her yet was chosen by him.

“It’s getting harder to persuade Commander Kuryakin to keep you around though. So I suggest you throw The Soldat a bone.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small pillbox. He placed it on the table, sliding it over with two fingers.

“Don’t think I’m doing this because I want to help you. I’m doing this because I find the current behavioral changes The Soldat is showing fascinating and like to examine them further. Take this after so you don’t have to worry about bringing a little one in this godforsaken world.”

The Flower stared at the box in silence, knowing full well what Kreischer meant.

She placed a hand on the box, ready to push it forward and decline his offer, not caring what would happen to her, until Kreischer spoke again.

“Keep it. You might change your mind.”

She looked back up at him, a smile plastered on his face once again.

“Now, eat your dessert so we can call it a day.”

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The Soldat couldn’t wait to get back in bed with his little flower, holding her small warm frame throughout the night until he awoke.

He had never been so antsy to get a mission done before. If it was a simple assassination, he would’ve been back within twenty-four hours. Unfortunately, they wanted one of the smaller targets to lead him to a hideout so all the rats could be exterminated.

He wondered how The Flower was, especially since he wasn’t able to say goodbye to her. Even if she was getting better, he believed she was still weak and needed him to protect her.

On the fourth day of his mission, seeing the cockroach he was following was being far too cautious to go running to his bosses, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Straying from the mission, he captured and tortured the man until he squealed like a pig before slitting his throat. After that, he found the base Hydra had been looking for. Not a single body was left breathing, the walls painted red with blood.

His actions would’ve been unknown by Hydra if he had noticed the burning cigarette the cockroach dropped when he grabbed him.

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Kuryakin tapped on his desk with his index finger in irritation, staring at The Soldat. “Do you have any idea what you did?”

“I got the mission done, didn’t I?”

Kuryakin slammed his fist down. “And set a damn motel on fire.”

“I didn’t do that.”

“You’re right, you didn’t. The man you were supposed to be watching did while trying to escape you.”

“It would’ve taken too long to let him lead us to the rest. They could’ve escaped.”

“He has a point,” Kreischer piped in.

The doctor stood behind the commander, hands behind his back as he did. He too was initially shocked by The Soldat’s disobedience, though was soon intrigued by the matter.

“I don’t care if he has a point. He didn’t follow his orders and thus needs to be punished. Wouldn’t you agree, doctor?”

Kreischer was silent for a moment. “...It would be a shame for your flower to wither because you were unable to care for her, wouldn’t it? She’s been rather blue since you departed.”

There was a flash of worry on The Soldat’s face before a wave of rage. His hands balled into fists and if looks could kill, his two superiors would be dead in the blink of an eye. How dare anyone try to keep him away from his flower.

Kuryakin scoffed, amused at how a stone-cold killer could suddenly get so emotional.

Kreisher let out a small hum, noting the reaction at a mere threat. “Alas, I think it would be unfair to the poor girl to keep you two apart any longer. You won’t spend the night with her tonight, but may continue seeing her again tomorrow.”

“It would be wise of you to follow directions carefully in the future. Understood, Soldat?”

“Understood,” He spat out before exiting the room.

Once he found himself in a room all alone, he slammed his metal fist into the wall, punching a hole straight through. He wanted to burst straight into her room this very moment, however knew his actions would only cause more trouble.

He was unable to rest that night, the only thing separating him and The Flower was a door and an order. He spent the entire night training, breaking three punching bags and shooting about a dozen rounds.

When a guard Kreisher had sent approached him in the morning, he nearly broke his arm before the poor boy could deliver the good news that he was finally allowed to see The Flower again.

The Soldat rushed to her room, wondering if she’d smile in relief or cry tears of joy once she saw him.

However, upon opening the door and entering her room, he saw no one. She wasn’t lying in bed, nor was she sitting down, eating her breakfast.

The Soldat heard the light droplets of water come to an end, followed by light footsteps. Without thinking, he walked towards the door in the opposite corner of the room, where he heard the noise coming from.

He swung the door open, his mind going completely blank at the sight. He saw The Flower gripping a small towel close to her dripping wet frame. His eyes watched the water roll down from her neck to her collar bone to her chest that was barely covered. Her hair was slicked back, allowing the rising blush on her face to be seen, along with her slight discomfort at the situation.

The Flower fidgeted under his gaze, a faint splashing noise being made by the puddle of water that had started form around her.

The Soldat remained silent, unaware of how his breathing was picking up. He felt the urge to grab her, hold her close as he always did, though it was far more intense than what he was used to. He wanted to see her squirm underneath him, whimpering at his touch.

“Ca-can you please let me cha-change?” The Flower begged, avoiding his gaze.

Snapping out of his daze, The Soldat took in one more view of the image in front of him before closing the door, giving her privacy.

It didn’t take long for her to step out, hair still damp.

“You’re back,” was all she said as she sat down in front of her breakfast at the table.

“I had to leave for a bit.”

“I was worried you no longer wanted to see me.”

He could hear her sadness and grabbed her hand quickly, squeezing it gently.

“You didn’t even say goodbye,” She told him, voice barely above a whisper.

Without realizing it, The Flower had become greedy for The Soldat’s attention, missing the warm fuzzy feeling she’d get in her chest when she knew someone cared about her.

“I promise I’ll tell you the next time I leave, my flower.”

She stayed silent, only staring at him with a small pout on her face before proceeding to eat her breakfast in silence with him.

By the slight bags under her eyes, The Soldat could see The Flower was also struggling to sleep without him. Somehow, it comforted him to know she was becoming dependent on him.

Once she was done with her meal, without question, The Soldat picked her up and carried her to the bed. He planned on spending the entire day in bed with his little flower.

The Flower struggled to sleep for a bit, afraid he’d leave the second she dozed off. The Soldat sensed her reluctance to rest, so to calm her, he leaned in closer to her and placed his lips on her forehead. She was shocked, having never consciously received an act of affection like this from him before. This small gesture told her that he truly did care about her worries.

It didn’t take long for the pair to finally fall asleep again in each other’s arms.

Ever since The Soldat found The Flower, he only had pleasant dreams of her instead of painful nightmares. They were simple dreams of her running in a meadow of sunflowers holding his hands, or she’d be reading under a tree next to him. 

His fantasies of her had always been innocent, harmless.

After being separated and catching her out of the shower though, his mind created a far more intimate scene in his head.

The Flower panted heavily beneath The Soldat, face flushed and full of pleasure. 

“Please,” Her sweet voice moaned, “I need more, please.”

He thrusted deeply, earning a loud moan and her small hands clawing at his back. He let out a small groan, rolling his hips.

The Soldat jolted awake, grip tightening around The Flower and freezing when he realized what he had unconsciously been doing.

While he slept, his member began to stiffen due to his lewd dream. Slowly, he began to thrust against her thigh due to the two often sleeping intertwined.

He gulped, debating whether or not to continue to use her since she was asleep. With how he was aching and her breathing steady, signaling she was sound asleep, he decided to proceed.

He held her close with both hands, humping her thigh to try and relieve himself. God how he wished she was awake but didn’t want to alarm her. He could only assume she was getting some pleasure based on the soft noises she made while she slept.

The small friction he was getting wasn’t enough. He blamed his clothing for being an extra layer blocking him from his pleasure. Carefully, he moved his hands from around her to remove his bottoms, leaving only his briefs on.

“...please be gentle…” The Flower’s delicate voice broke the silence.

The Flower had slowly woken up shortly after The Soldat, feeling his length press against her thigh. Seeing as how he seemed to be content with only dry humping her, she chose to pretend to be asleep. It was difficult for her though, his actions getting a small reaction from her body as she started to heat up and feel herself grow wet.

Once he began to take off his bottoms, she had to reveal the fact that she was awake. He needed more and she knew she couldn’t stop him. All she could do was hope he wouldn’t hurt her.

The Soldat paused for a moment, wondering how long she had been up and how distracted he was by pleasuring himself he didn’t notice. He felt a pang of guilt after hearing her meek voice, wanting to stop due to shame until she spoke again.

“It’s okay… Just please be gentle with me.”

He rolled The Flower on her back so he could prop himself above her, getting a clear look at her face. She looked up at him with large eyes, lips slightly parted as she breathed.

He inched his face closer to hers, checking for any sign of doubt or fear on her face.

The Flower hesitantly cupped his face with her delicate hands, hoping it would help ease both of them for what was to come. 

Without speaking, he rubs his boner against her clothed cunt, earning a small gasp of pleasure from her. He continues, feeling how wet she’s become from her growing arousal.

The Soldat pressed his forehead against hers. Each of them were trying to remain as quiet as possible, unable to grasp what was truly happening between the two. He had never gotten this close to anyone to be this vulnerable, and she hadn’t felt this pleasure or safety with anyone for such a long time.

As he started to hump harder, he grabbed one of her thighs and held it up, causing her to instinctually wrap her legs around him. The Flower moved her hands from his cheeks to wrap her arms around his neck. She pulled him closer so she could kiss him gently, moaning quietly against his lips. The Soldat savors their kiss, lips moving in unison with hers.

His hard cock rubbing her clit, she could feel a warm sensation build up in the pit of her stomach, especially when he started to speed up. Her whimpers started to grow, as did his breaths start to get heavier.

Being able to tell she was close, he moved faster and pulled away from the kiss, wanting to see her face of pleasure. Her mouth fell ajar, moans escaping her as she squirted and completely ruined her panties.

The Soldat could feel his cock twitching against her, throbbing to release. Shortly after he did, his breathing was shaky as he bucked his hips into her, ruining his underwear.

For a few moments, the pair stop to collect themselves. The Soldat pulled away from The Flower a bit to make sure she was okay.

Inspecting her, he stops when he sees the wet patch they’ve created on her panties. He couldn’t help but reach out and touch it, slowly rubbing it, feeling just how wet she had become. The Flower’s breath hitches, body tensing up as he unknowingly rubbed her sensitive clit again. When he pulled his hand away her body relaxed.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” The Soldat told her.

The Flower blinked a few times, unable to believe he was apologizing. She almost thought it was a joke until she noticed the guilt on his face. “It’s okay,” She reassured him. “Let’s just go back to sleep now.”

And with that the pair did. When The Flower woke up, she was surprised to see The Soldat was lying awake next to her. He had been waiting for her to wake up before he departed. She was surprised, but at the same time happy.

It wasn’t until after he left she fully processed what had happened between the two. She enjoyed the time the two spent together, though she didn’t know much about The Soldat besides the fact he was now the only person who cared about her. They had only gotten so close because he was the only person she interacted with now. He was the only person showing her kindness.

She sat on her bed, thinking about the little pillbox she had hidden in her mattress, wondering if and when she’d need it.

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Fandom

❗ = Excluded characters because either i dislike them or don't know how to write for them

➸ 1bitheart/1beatheart

➸ Assassination Classroom/Ansatsu Kyoushitsu❗Takaoka, side assassins, those four minor characters from the Big Five but I can group them to be one not separately in request ❗

➸ Alice in the Country of Hearts/Heart no Kuni no Alice

➸ Arcana Famiglia

➸ BLEACH

➸ BUSTAFELLOWS

➸ Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku/Confessions of a Homicide Investigator ❗The criminals❗

➸ Balance: Unlimited

➸ Cookie Run: Ovenbreak

➸ Danganronpa, only the big four franchise❗Hifumi Yamada, Haiji Towa, Monaca Towa ❗

➸ DDLC

➸ D.Gray-man❗Chaozii Han i hate this man 😂, Alma Karma, Cross Marian ❗

➸ Dandelion: Wishes Brought to You

➸ DSP/okegom (The Gray Garden, Wadanohara and The Great Blue Sea, and Ice Scream only) ❗Sal/Syakesan❗

➸ END ROLL RPG

➸ Hustle Cat

➸ ib

➸ Mekakucity Actors/Kagerou Project

➸ Mystic Messenger (except Saeran because I haven't played his route)

➸ Natsume Yuujinchou/Book of Friends

➸ Nightshade/Hyakka Hyakurou Sengoku

➸ Nurarihyon no Mago/Nura: Rise of The Yokai Clan

➸ Obey me!

➸ OMORI ^platonic only^

➸ OZMAFIA!

➸ Persona 3

➸ Princess Tutu ^platonic only^

➸ Trails in The Sky ❗Joshua, Estelle, Schera, Olivier and any other characters who already have their own canon spouse sob but platonics of them are allowed❗

➸ Saiki Kusuo no Psy-nan/The Disastrous Life of Saiki K (only season 1 for now)

➸ Steam Prison

➸ Undertale & Deltarune, ONLY the original, not from AUs or anything similar, I'm not too well versed in them

➸ VOCALOID

➸ Witch's Heart

➸ Your Turn to Die

➸ Yuppie Psycho ❗the Sintra family ❗

These are the ones I feel like I can work on it. But I do know many others already, just say the name and I'll think about it.

Masterlist

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彡 Alice in The Country of Hearts/Heart no Kuni no Alice

Yandere Roleholders HCs x GN Reader Part 1 & Part 2

Nightmare Gottschalk

x Overworking GN Reader & side story

彡 Arcana Famiglia

Yandere Tarot Headcanons (Liberta, Pace, Debito, Nova, Jolly)

彡 BLEACH

Shinji Hirako

x GN Reader - Platonic Yandere HCs

Toshiro Hitsugaya

x GN Reader - This Wish I Hold

彡 Natsume Yuujinchou/Book of Friends

Natsume Takashi

x GN Reader - Platonic Headcanons & Scenarios

彡 The Disastrous Life of Saiki K/Saiki Kusuo no Psi-nan

Saiki Kusuo

x GN Reader - Basic Yandere HCs

x GN Reader - Vs Teruhashi

x Disinterested Reader

x Ghost Reader

x Reader - Proposal

Teruhashi Kokomi

x GN Reader - Vs Saiki

彡 Trigun

Vash the Stampede

x GN Reader - Never Could Have Been Worse

彡 Yuppie Psycho

Brian Pasternack x GN Reader - A Solving Decade

彡 Miscellanious

Seto Kaiba as a Dad HCs

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She Who Shan’t Be Named - Part 3 | My Love (Loki x Reader)

Category: Smut (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Explicit language, oral sex (female receiving), suggestive language, casual sexual actions, flirting with a lot of people Ship: Loki x Reader, (lowkey) Clint x Reader Summary: Tony lets his life-long friend crash at the Avengers HQ while she has nowhere else to go. What could go wrong with so many attractive individuals living in the same home? Word Count: 1.1k Masterlist: LINK

(hmu if you want adding to the tag-list for this series)

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She’s always found peace when showering. It’s the only time when one is ever really truly alone. It’s peaceful. Relaxing. Well, unless you walk out your ensuite to see the God of Mischief laying on your bed uninvited.

A squeal escapes her lips at the unexpected presence in her room.

“What the fuck, Loki?!”

The man doesn’t say anything for a moment, merely smirks before holding up the skimpy red thong in his hand.

“You parade around in these?”

“Why? Would you prefer them in black? Or maybe green?” (Y/N) retorts, smirking at his quirked brow.

“You’ve got sass.” He observes, watching her dismiss his presence entirely as she removes the towel covering her body and drops it into her laundry basket. “And one hell of a body.”

“You should know that it’s rude to, not only trespass into a woman’s room, but also stare at her while she’s nude, Mister Laufeyson.”

Within seconds she jumps at the feeling of hands on her hips and the presence of a body behind her, crotch pressed up against her ass.

“You should know not to tease me, little girl.”

“Should I?” She pushes his buttons, interested in seeing where this will go.

Within a second, she’s suddenly being shoved down on her own bed, ass being pulled up into the air.

“Christ! Talk about no manners.” The woman complains, cutting off into a gasp as Loki’s mouth latches onto her core from behind. “Jesus Christ!”

“You talk too much.” The God grumbles against her pussy, grinning at how quickly she gets wet for him. “Especially for someone who gets this wet so easily.”

Any snarky response she was going to come out with is overridden by her moan as the man’s tongue invades her core once more.

“You taste heavenly, my love.” He murmurs, grinning at her whimpered response. “You seemed pretty cocky; where’s that facade gone now?” The man adds, again not waiting for an answer as he adds two fingers to the mix of his tongue.

The woman can barely respond. She’s normally the dominant one, yet here she is, face smothered into her own bedsheets as the God of Mischief forces his tongue and fingers inside her. She can’t say she’s complaining though.

“Bet you didn’t get this wet when you fucked Stark.” He grins, speeding up his actions as he feels the woman clench around him more and more with every movement.

“I never fucked Stark!” (Y/N) groans into the pillow.

“You’re a filthy liar as well as a filthy whore. Good to know.”

Another moan as she feels her core tightening more and more with every touch of the man behind her.

“I prefer the sound of you moaning over your sarcastic comments.” He chuckles. “Are you close, (Y/N)? Are you going to cum for me like a good little whore?”

“FUCK!” Is all the man gets in response, watching the way her hips move against his fingers in hopes to get her orgasm sooner.

“Scream my name, love. Tell me. Tell everyone in this compound who’s making you feel this good. Do it.” Loki demands, enjoying the blissed-out look on her face despite him barely even touching her. “Do it!”

“FUCK, LOKI!” She manages, hands clenching at the bedsheets. “FUCK, I’m gonna-”

“Louder.” The God demands.

“PLEASE! LOKI, PLEASE!”

“Please what?”

“LET ME CUM! PLEASE, GOD, LET ME CUM!”

“Good fucking girl. Cum for me, love. Cum all over my fingers.”

And she snaps. The euphoria being far too good. She could’ve sworn her eyes truly blacked out for a good few minutes as she rides out her high, Loki’s fingers not slowing down for a second.

Of course the God of Mischief knows how to work his fingers.

“Fuck.” Is all she can manage as her body collapses onto her bed, the man grinning and sitting up beside her, stroking the strands of wet hair out of her face.

“You alright, my love?” He grins, watching her blissed-out eyes look up at him and a dopey smile covers her lips.

She nods.

“That’s my girl.”

Her smile turns into a grin and her body shakes as she silently laughs.

“Your girl, hey?”

“I don’t doubt that you’re gonna be everyone’s girl by the time you’re done here.”

“You know me that well already, huh?” (Y/N) manages, watching her expression replicate onto Loki.

“Come on; let’s get you dressed.”

The man stands up and reaches his hand out to help the woman up, smirking as she stumbles on her feet a little.

“You’re not gonna just fuck off now?” She asks, quirking a brow as he helps her over to her dresser.

“I am a gentleman, you know, (Y/N). I’m not just gonna mess you up and leave you to clean up the mess. What do you take me for?” He teases, watching her grab a crop top and leggings from her drawers.

The woman merely shrugs but smiles.

“It’s nice. Thank you.”

The God helps the woman get dressed.

“So, how long do we have the pleasure of your company for, love?” The man asks, his voice not hinting at anything.

(Y/N) shrugs as she slides the leggings up her body, Loki retrieving her bra from the dresser.

“I dunno.”

“How come you’re staying with us, if you don’t mind me asking?” He adds, wanting to learn more about the little treasure that Stark has kept hidden for so long.

“I do mind, actually.”

They fall into silence, Loki almost surprised at her minor aggression.

“Have you known Stark long?”

“Since we were teenagers.”

He nods, almost scared to cross any lines. The truth is, he could read into her and learn all the answers, but he feels an overwhelming desire to not break the trust of this woman. He wants to protect her for some unbeknownst reason. He’s certain the others will feel the same way too.

“Well, we’re all lucky to have the luxury of meeting you.”

She smiles, awkwardly, but her sarcastic voice betrays her.

“Obviously..”

He laughs at that.

Once she’s dressed, the pair head out of her room and decide to go and grab some lunch. It’s merely unfortunate that Clint happens to be passing as they exit her room.

“Well, well, well. You don’t mess around, do you, Marian?” The archer teases, watching her grin and roll her eyes.

“You should be proud of me for lasting this long.” (Y/N) retorts, flashing a wink, Loki laughing at her answer.

“I don’t know if I’d say that, you didn’t last very long just then-” A punch to the God’s arm shuts him up, Clint bursting into laughter at the comment.

“I’m out. Enjoy lunch alone, Loki Laufeyson!” She calls, walking away from the two men who are still laughing.

“I shall, my love, don’t you worry!”

The pair watch her walk away, her middle finger up in the air at them both.

“She’s a treat.” Loki comments.

“She most certainly is.” Clint agrees.

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[wdwmarveldisney]

Hell, Most Likely

Ginny Weasley x reader

Summary: Ginny catches you sneaking out.

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A/N: A short little thing that I love. Honestly the HP girls are my weakness.

GIF isn’t mine

It wasn't uncommon for you to get into trouble at school. Actually, you had quite a knack for it. Though not necessarily a good thing, it was entertaining from time to time. So it also wasn't uncommon for you to sneak around at night or for you to be caught red-handed helping out the Weasley twins. Sometimes you were even used as a diversion for the prefects while the two redheads executed the plan. But never once were you caught when you weren't supposed to be. However, on this fateful night, there was one variable that you hadn't thought of and that variable was a Miss Ginevra Weasley.

Being so talented in the art of sneaking out of the dorms, you knew what time everyone began to head up to bed and every night, without fail, the common room was empty by one thirty latest. All parties had moved to dorm rooms or somewhere else in the castle by that point and you were always careful to check the common room before heading out. See, you went up to your dorm by eleven every night and then came down after those three hours, since you wanted to leave another half hour to be sure. Usually if there was still a kid or two, you'd sneak back up. But not tonight, a shoe happening to trip you up and bring the attention of a certain redhead, who you may or not be crushing on, over to you. Knowing that she knows you're there, you just sigh and take those few steps into the light so her face becomes less confused and more, well no its still a little confused.

"Did you just fall over?" You shrugged, face scrunching up as your cheeks burned with embarrassment. It wasn't like you'd never spoken to her before, you were good friends with her brothers and Ron was your partner in Potions from time to time so your paths had crossed. But you had just fallen up the stairs in front of her so. "You know, it would look that way," She snorted, pulling her blanket up as she looked back to the fire and at the lack of another response, you assumed the conversation was over. Taking another couple of steps to the portrait to leave, you stopped when you heard her ask, "Where are you going?" Turning on your heel to face her, your hand flew to the back of your neck, scratching as you tried to avoid eye contact, "Hell, most likely," Another laugh was pulled from her at that and you grinned at the sound. You knew you shouldn't just stand around like this, staring at her whilst she laughed but how were you supposed to turn away. Butterflies swarmed your stomach as you thought about how she'd laugh at your joke, not something that happened often.

She noticed the staring, grinning sheepishly as you did so too and when she patted the seat next to her, you weren't sure what to do. As awkwardly as humanly possibly, though not intentionally, you walked over and fell onto the space next to her on the sofa. She was staring at the fire as you looked round, trying to will yourself to say anything. You noticed how her arms were wrapped tightly round her knees as she brought them to her chest and smiled at the plaited ponytail that had become looser since Quidditch practice earlier. It was silent except for the fire and you felt extremely awkward so you just blurted out the first question that came to mind, "Have you ever seen the muggle movie Robin Hood?" She glanced over to you, smile confused as she took in your pained expression.

"Um, no? Should I have?" You looked up, shocked she answered at all. It took a few seconds for her words to process before you began to stutter out a response, "No- no, I was just- It's a good- I just thought that you'd like it is all. I thought you'd- it was my favourite movie growing up, is my favourite movie. It was just a suggestion," the heat in your cheeks wasn't dying down anytime and Ginny was grinning to herself at how flustered you'd become. She'd never seen you break like this for anyone. She was kind of enjoying it.

"What's it about?" Ginny laughed at how you seemed to just stop working every time she spoke, hands fiddling with the blanket whilst you stammered to form a sentence, "Um, there's an outlaw called Robin Hood and he steals from the rich to, er, give to the poor and then he falls for this girl called Maid Marian and the king refuses to let them be together given that Robin's a criminal and all. Anyways, basically there's some bad guys and some problems but Robin ends out on top obviously, 'cause the good guys never lose," she nodded along to the explanation, watching your scrunched up expression before your face lit up and you exclaimed, "Oh, and they're also all animals!"

"Animals?"

"What? It's an animation! Don't judge the cartoon," you mockingly pointed a finger in her direction and she burst out laughing, hearing you join in within seconds. After the laughter had died down, she grinned to you, "Well, it sounds like a good, um, what do the muggles call it?" You were still smiling brightly to yourself as you fiddled with your fingers, switching your focus from them to her, "It's a film. Or movie. I'm not sure what the difference is," she nodded, seemingly holding back giggles at your half shrug and instead carried on, "Right, movie. Maybe you could show me it sometime," Once again, your focus had been on your fingers but your head shot up as you stared wide eyed at the girl, "What?" Once you realised she was serious, you tried your hardest to play it off, "I mean, ye-yeah, I could do that,"

The two of you sat in silence for a couple more minutes, both grinning from the conversation before Ginny's laughs caught your attention again, "Aren't you supposed to be going to 'Hell'?" Your eyes widened again and you shot up, cursing yourself as you rushed towards the portrait to help the twins out like planned. But you stopped halfway there, stumbling back as you grinned to the youngest Weasley and leaned against the back of the sofa. "Okay so, there's a possibility that I've read this entire situation wrong and I'm in a hurry so I won't have until later to actually think about what you say now but would you want to go on a date sometime?" Her grin grew impossibly bigger as she slowly nodded, trying to seem casual about the whole thing. "Yeah, yeah that'd be cool,"

"Great! Talk to you when it fully hits me," with a wave, you dashed out the room and left a chuckling Ginny behind.

[exorcistcupid]

Sorry me again but can I ask for a fluffy beach headcanons with the main four and their s/o?? XD bonus if they see Cross' drunk a** sitting under an umbrella pfft

Allen is a big fan of the beach. It’s so warm and the ocean feels amazing. The fact that you are there too only makes things that much better. 

What he doesn’t like is that people keep staring at his hair. It’s too hot for him to wear anything to cover it up.

You both have a lot of fun in the water until something brushes your leg and it’s time to get the hell out.

When he sees drunk ass Cross passed out on the beach, he covers your eyes and steers you the other way. Not today, master, not today.

Kanda is not a fan. At all. Doesn’t matter how nice it is or how warm the water is, he’s not having it.

He stays under the umbrella the entire time. You cannot convince him to move. It’s best that you go have fun without him.

He almost kills a person or five who ogle your body. You aren’t an object, they can’t just look at you like that. Calm him down and sit with him for an hour or so, he’ll be fine.

Ignores drunk Cross. If he pretends he doesn’t exist, maybe he’ll go away, or get washed into the ocean by high tide.

Lavi really digs it. The sights, the sounds, your bathing suit… Yes. He has obviously died and this is heaven.

Offers to put suntan lotion on you. You agree, and it turns out to be one hell of a massage. You melt into your beach towel and can’t move until twenty minutes after the fact.

Is about to fight anybody who ogles you, but he doesn’t. Instead, he makes it blatantly obvious that the two of you came together and are having a shit ton of fun without them.

He convinces you to help him bury Cross in the sand. The general is so wasted he doesn’t wake and you pack the sand in. Lavi draws boobs on his chest.

Lenalee loves the beach! She thinks this is one of the best dates she’s been on. After her fight against Eshi, however, she doesn’t like the ocean. You two don’t go far out.

You two sunbathe for most of the day. It’s too hot to really do anything right now, so you’re waiting it out until the evening.

You go seashell collecting and crab hunting when the sun starts to set. It’s cooler out and not nearly as many people are around.

You desperately want to draw on Cross’s face with the suntan lotion and take his umbrella so he has embarrassing tan lines. She turns the other cheek and lets you do it.

[gxngsoflondon]

As The World Caves In - Part 4/? (Sean Wallace x Reader)

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long to post, it’s been a craaaaaazy week. Hope you guys enjoy!

Part 3  //   My Masterlist

Part 4: No More Mrs Polite

Marian Wallace has finally stopped crying.

She is still clutching your face.

Finn had crushed you in an embrace at first and now all he can do is stare at the miracle before him.

See, you look alot like your mother.

He called Ed, the Dumali’s are on their way.

Billy doesn’t quite know how to react. He is perched on the arm of a small couch, staring at you too. He is trying to remember everything he can about his childhood best friend. He’d cried himself to sleep for a year after you were reported dead.

Sean Wallace is the only person in the room that isn’t looking at you. He’s staring out of a window, swirling the whiskey in his glass.

“Y/N,” he says, without turning around to face you “Exactly how many men have you just killed?”

*8 Hours Earlier*

You never liked being alone in the apartment. It wasn’t often that Johnny wasn’t home, but when your fiance was away on business you struggled to sleep at night.

Like he was away on business now.

You’d given up on trying to sleep by 3am,16 years later and the nightmares are just as real, the horror just as fresh. So you sit cross legged on your sofa, tucked under a small blanket, mindlessly flicking through television channels as you wait for the sun to come up.

And that’s when you see it.

Through the cracks in your curtains you see a bright beam of headlights, too bright to simply be one car.

It’s the door slams that catch your attention.

There are never usually cars around here at this time of night.

You the mute the TV and make your way to the window. You aren’t worried, more so curious, but the years of training have made you paranoid, and you make especially sure you can’t be seen.

There are three black vehicles in the street bellow. Two men emerge from the back of each car and greet each other with curt nods. The tallest man with greying hair checks his watch, then looks up at a window on the eighth floor, the only one with light at this hour in the early morning. He is in charge here. The cars disappear, drawn back to the hum of the city. Nobody must know they have arrived.

The men don’t speak a word to each other. The tall man signals with his hand and they all sweep towards the lobby of the apartment complex, feet moving in unison, silencers on their guns.

The tall man was warned you would be difficult, that you will not be like his other targets. They have already failed once, they will kill you this time.

The tallest man was also warned you will do everything in your power to kill them too.

You know they are here for you.

You know they want you dead.

You are calm.

This is how you survive; by staying calm and remaining rational.You are prepared. You know you can’t run away, if they’ve found you once they’ll find you again. You cannot outweigh your opponent in strength, all but one of the 6 men stalking towards you clear 6 feet, stocky and muscular. No, you can’t fight them, you will have to outsmart them.

You are already two steps ahead.

Because you’ve spent the last 16 years trying to track down who murdered your family and they’ve just delivered themselves to you wrapped in ribbon.

You check your phone. You had set up cameras as soon as you moved in. Johnny had never laughed so hard, after all “you were safe now”, “nobody knew you existed”. You flicked between the camera’s. One man stayed outside, two in the lobby, the other three continuing up the stairwell to you.

“Who’s laughing now Johnny, who’s laughing now”

You unmute the TV and get into position.

//

“You didn’t try and call for help?” Marian asks “Not even- what was he called?”

“Johnny,” Billy says. Like the rest of the Wallace family, he was hanging on your every word.

Marian nods.

“Yes,” she says “Him”

You shrug.

“I wasn’t scared.”

There wasn’t much anybody could say to that. So they didn’t.

“Well you better bloody continue lassie,” Finn says finally.

Sean Wallace finally sits down next to his brother. His eyes are locked on yours, and you’re both smirking.

//

The first three men find your apartment and the door is already open. There are no lights on anymore, just a flickering TV screen, nothing but static playing on it. They sweep the first few rooms and find nothing. They know better than to assume you’re not here. They spread out, each searching a separate room now.

This is their first mistake.

The tall man with the greying hair checks your bedroom, he moves silently. You aren’t under the bed, you aren’t behind the curtain. He almost leaves the room. Surely you won’t be in the wardrobe, he knows you’re smart remember, you won’t be in the most cliched hiding spot.

He checks anyway. Better to be safe than sorry.

The wardrobe is dark, and he struggles to see into it.

So he takes a step further inside.

This is his last mistake.

You sink a knife into his thigh before he can see the arm punching from the shadows.

It’s relatively simple after that. You wrestle him for the gun. He lands a few punches on your face but he knows you struck something major in his leg. He falls to the ground. You shoot him point blank.

The other two men are in the kitchen. Your back is against the wall in the hallway. Your heart thuds loudly in your chest. You watch them but they can’t see you. You’re trying to get a good look at their faces. One of them, the shortest, wears a black balaclava covering all of his head. He’s the one that must’ve seen you. You hear him reload his gun. He doesn’t have time to fire it. He’s been shot before he can find the trigger.

Bullets rip into the wall behind you and you dive behind your couch. You’re panting heavily. The other intruder ducks also, behind a kitchen island. He doesn’t stay there for long.

He empties round and round into the couch. There is no gunfire in return. Slowly, the man stands up, tiptoeing his way towards the living room where he’s seen you duck for cover. He reaches the couch. He is ready to shoot.

But you aren’t there.

He spins on his heels, confused.

And you bring a frying pan down so hard on his skull that he falls immediately to the ground. You plunge a knife into his chest for good measure.

You are walking into the lift in a dead man’s clothes. You check the camera’s on your phone, the other men are still there. You tuck your hair back as you slip the balaclava over your head as the doors to the lobby open.

It takes them a second too long to realise you aren’t one of them.

And by then you’ve emptied your gun of its bullets.

“Fuck!”

You are crouched over the last man you shot. You slap his face a couple of times but he’s dead, no doubt about it. You wanted him alive. You want to know who sent him.

But it’s slightly too late for that now.

It takes you about an hour to drag the bodies in the lobby up to your apartment. It’s as you’re piling the bodies up you here the buzzing of a phone. You find it in one of their pockets.

Is it done?

It’s the only new message. The contact isn’t saved but the number wasn’t concealed. You should’ve written the number down. Used it to track down exactly who was doing this.

All you type back in reply is:

Yes.

But you didn’t write the number down. You didn’t have to. See, this was a number you knew. A number you knew very well.

//

The Wallace’s take a couple of seconds to process this information. Killing isn’t knew to them. They’ll send a team out to clean up the ‘mess’ in your apartment as soon as the hugs and reminiscing and reunions are over. Billy looks impressed, but they others, they look worried.

“Here’s what’s bothering me,”

It’s Sean Wallace. He’s finished the whiskey and set the glass down on a coffee table.

“Mum, Dad, you’ve all been looking for her for years”

“Yes,” Marian nods. And it’s true. For years they grasped onto the hope that at least one of you were still alive. They funded countless searches, spent thousands of pounds and hours on finding any remaining Andersons.

But they never did.

You made sure that nobody would know you were alive. All but one person knew you were alive.

Sean opens his mouth to finish his sentence, but Finn beats him to it.

“So how did they find her before we did?”

Sean nods. This is what had been playing on his mind. Who could’ve possibly known who you were, but perhaps more importantly, where you were.

That ‘one person’ sold you out.

“Ah well,” you say, letting out a cold laugh, before flashing a ring at them “For that you can thank my darling fiance,”

Sean’s eyebrows knit together in confusion

“Johnny?” Billy says, just like he had done to prompt his mother earlier.

You frown but can’t help yourself from mimicking the words of the Wallace mother. Malice coats your voice.

“Yes” you say, “Him.”

Taglist: @newyorkstateofmind​ @lovemissyhoneybee​ @swiftyhowlz​ @rubycuffley​  (let me know if you want to be tagged so that you never miss a part!!)

[dw-writes]

also something with cross marian and a scientist reader

Spyentist.

Also, I know a lot of yall arent here for D.Gray-Man but?? Pls?? Bear with me, I love this show and this fandom...

You ran through the halls, ducking around Finders and fellowscientists, Exorcists, technicians, people from Central. You held a book and abundle of papers in your arms as you ran. You wanted to beat the clock. Youneeded to, for what you wished to do.

There were CROW ahead, crowded around the red headed man yousought out. You gasped as your foot caught on a stone. “Monsieur!” You stumbledand the book, along with the papers, fell to the floor. You swore and knelt topick them up, listening as heeled boots made their way towards you.

Cross knelt, his fingers carefully picking up the papers asyou gathered the book. “Perhaps you should be careful,” he commented. HisFrench melted into your ears. When you looked up, he smiled and your hearthammered. “Unless you wish to make falling for me a habit.”

“You haven’t changed,” you snapped. Your own French wasrough compared to the silk of his voice. You grabbed the papers from him as hechuckled. “I was hoping to catch you.”

“If you think speaking in French is going to help, it won’t,”growled a masked CROW.

You lifted your head to comment. Cross’s hands clasped yoursand helped you up. “It’s our native language,” he said. He kissed your fingers.His eyes bore into yours as he spoke. “English is not their strong suit.”

Ah. Shut up, his eyes said, and play along. You nodded andremembered to blush. He continued as thought the CROW weren’t around, tuggingyou to him, careful not to dislodge the book and papers a second time. One handheld your free one delicately, while the other drifted down over your backside.

“It’s been far too long,” he whispered. He tilted his headand pressed a kiss against your bare wrist.

You visibly bristled. “I have paperwork that Komui needs tohave filled out! About your innocence!” you exclaimed with a stutter. Cross’slips trailed down your arm. The CROW that had first spoken shifted uncomfortably.To your left, the guards parted and two pushed open a set of double doors. TheGeneral swept you across the floor and into the room – his room. The doors shutin the face of the CROW. You tilted your head enough to see them shimmer.

The bastard dipped his head and nipped at the skin of yourneck. You yelped.

“I was going to talk to you about how things went while youwere gone!” you exclaimed in English, “But not if you’re going to tease me!”Cross laughed as spun you away, planting you gently into a cushioned chair. “Idon’t speak English?” you asked. You pulled your glasses off and cleaned themwith your coat. “And a silence spell?” You motioned at the door with yourglasses. “What’s going on?”

His hands drifted up his face, one carding through his hairwhile the other removed his mask. “I’ll tell you,” he stated. He set the maskon the table before you and bent at the waist. His hands slid up the arms ofthe chair you sat in. “If you stay~”

“You’re insufferable,” you pointed out as you slid yourglasses on. His hands slid up and peeled the coat off your shoulders.

“You’ve said that for years and yet here you are,” hewhispered. He leaned close. “So tell me, my little spy,” His lips brushed yoursjust barely, “What have I missed?”

[peachybowen]

stupid • r.b

series masterlist

  pt.1 pt.2

pairing: ricky bowen x reader

warnings: swearing? cliche things? My writing?

songs: I think you kinda, you know by Joshua Bassett, Start of Something New by Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron

words: 3.6k

A/N: this is my first time posting/writing on Tumblr! I hope u enjoy xx

italics= little scenes? (like the scene where Ricky says: „this is a nightmare. Love is dead.”) :)

crossed words is when they usually turn to the camera you know :))

There may also be a few mistakes but I tried my best! :)

Junior year. Another year sitting in a classroom full of teenagers. Also another year of creating memories with my two best friends, Ricky and Big Red. Ricky Bowen, the cutest boy you will ever meet. Trust me on this he's so cute I-

,,Today's the day guys. It's happening.'' Ricky stated excited while nudging my shoulder. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

,,Hell yeah. Junior year, baby'' Big Red replied just as excited as Ricky.

,,Might grow a mustache. Might do a lot of things.'' he continued with a grin on his face. I just kept on walking between the two idiots.

,,Dude, I'm talking about Nini.'' Ricky said with a smile. The smile on my face was now replaced by a frown. I grabbed my backpack straps and continued walking.

,,Today's the day we start over.'' Ricky explained.

While we were walking down the stairs of East High School, Ricky said something about him and Nini texting and her sounding mutual.

,,Nothing about bad news or needing to have a big talk. Just ,,Hey.'' That's good right?'' the boy continued and turned his head to me. I just shrugged.

,,Summers are no man's land, Ricky. I don't know what ''Hey.'' means and neither does Y/N or you.'' Big Red sighed and started to walk faster.

,,I think it's good.'' Ricky breathed out and sent a smile my way which i obviously returned. Soon after we actually found Nini by her locker talking to her best friend, Kourtney. We said our hellos and it was silent for a second.

,,Can we talk?'' Nini asked and turned to look at Ricky. He looked shocked.

,,I met somebody else at camp. I didn't plan-'' she tried to explain but Ricky interuppted her asking if it was a joke. They both didn't seem to care that we stood there watching the scene unfold in front of us.

,,Still talking here.'' Nini snapped and continued.

,,I didn't plan for it to happen but it happened. He was the Music Man, I was Marian, the librarian. It's called a showmance.'' she finished looking her, now ex boyfriend, straight in the eyes.

,,Wait, you went to librarian camp? That's a thing?'' the red headed boy beside me asked. I looked at him and nudged him so he would stop asking dumb questions.

,,Please tell me you're joking.'' Ricky wailed. I could literally see the hurt in his eyes.

,,I'm not.'' Big Red and Nini replied at the same time. I kicked Big Red this time to finally shut him up.

,,Come on, Ricky you know what you did! Or you didn't do.'' Nini pointed out. I knew what she was referring to. The night she told him that she loved him. Ricky came over that night explaining everything and that he wasn't ready to say the L-Word yet. It was the night where I realized how I really felt for him. We played 'Just Dance' all night and my goal was honestly just to make him happy. He was so stressed and worried. I just wanted him to have fun and forget about all that Nini stuff, even if it just was for 5 minutes.

,,Good morning, students. Please make your way to the gym for our annual back-to-school kickoff.'' a teacher announced trough the speakers. Nini was about to leave when Ricky spoke up again.

,,I don't belive this. You're blowing me off for some theater punk you met four weeks ago? At a lake?'' Ricky asked still in disbelief that he was getting dumped.

,,You kinda dumped me!'' the girl snapped back.

,,It was a break. It wasn't a break-up.'' he corrected. At this point it was hard to watch. It was awkard standing there, watching the drama onfold in front of my eyes but I didn’t want to leave Ricky alone.

,,I'm sorry Ricky but it is a break-up now.''

,,Pop off girl.'' Kourtney, Nini's best friend, commented. Me and Big Red turned to look at her.

,,Stay out of it, Kourtney.'' Big Red hissed.

,,I'm dismantling the patriarchy this year, and I'm not afraid to start with you.'' Kourtney threatend before Nini left with her. I turned to look at Ricky who was frozen in his place.

We were sitting in the Gym soon after the whole agrument. The kickoff was boring.

,,And I am also pleased to announce that this year, seniors will be allowed to wear baseball hats on Fridays.'' the principal announced. Everyone just looked at him not saying a word. Well besides that one girl who screamed: ,,Go seniors!''. The principal continued a few seconds later.

,,And now for a special introduction. This year, East High has a new drama teacher with an announcement that she swore, in writing, would not cost too much money.'' he said and gestured to a woman who was sitting in the front. Everything was silent again. Nobody clapped besides two students.

,,Why? Why do things have to change?'' Ricky asked staring at Nini who was sitting two or three rows in front of him. We turned our heads to look at a heart broken Ricky.

,,Some things never change.'' I replied in a whisper, smiling when he turned to look at me.

,,I've been wearing the same socks for three days.'' Big Red added with a shrug. I looked down at his feet for a second and gagged dramatically. Big Red just smiled and turned his attention back to the new drama teacher. I did the same.

,,My name is Miss Jenn, and when I heard that the high school where High School Musical was shot had never staged a production of High School Musical, the musical, I was shocked as an actress, inspired as a director, and triggered as a millennial.'' she explained. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion for the second time that day.

Millennial?

,,Auditions are tomorrow after school.'' Ms. Jenn continued and looked around.

,,This show could change your lives, and I'm saying this as a background dancer from the original movie. Third from the left, back row, red headband, and those are my real teeth.'' she exclaimed happily. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nini nudging Kourtney to  indirectly say that she was gonna audition. After that she introduced us to the student Choreograph, Carlos.

Sitting at our usual table at lunch and talking about Nini was one thing, but seeing Nini being all lovie dovie with my big brother was another. And if your wondering, no, he didn't tell me that he was dating Nini. Normally he told me everything but he just decided to not tell me that he started dating the ex-girlfriend of my best friend.

,,Dude are you seeing this?'' Red asked, looking at my brother and Nini, and then back to Ricky who was looking at them as well.

,,I'm seein' it, I'm hearin' it, I'm hatin' it.'' he replied and turned to me.

,,Did you know?'' he asked with a semi angry expression on his face.

,,What? No! And you know that I would have told you if I did.'' I replied looking at him.

,,I can't believe it.'' Red muttered still watching the couple.

,,She's dating my brother.'' I mumbled turning my gaze to them as well.

,,Yes. I have eyes'' Ricky growled, clearly being annoyed.

,,Co-captain of the water polo team. Senior class treasurer.'' Red listed eating his food.

,,That's correct.'' Ricky mumbled still annoyed as shit.

,,What are the odds that the guy she hooks up with at camp goes to East High?'' the red head asked not knowing that he is annoying Ricky more and more.

,,Apparently, the odds are exceptionally good.'' Ricky snapped and I decided to show a bit sympathy.

,,I'm sorry Ricky.''

The curly haired boy turned to face me.

,,What are you gonna do?'' I asked him.

,,I don't know.'' he sighed, stood up and left, leaving me with Big Red.

,,Ok is there something you wanna tell me?'' I asked as soon as I arrived at home. EJ was sitting on the couch and was on Instagram, as always.

,,What do you mean?'' he asked looking up from his phone.

,,Oh I don't know maybe you getting a new girlfriend who was the girlfriend of my best friend by the way. How about that?'' I hinted with a mad look on my face.

,,Oh that. Yeah I'm dating Nini.'' he simply said, turning his attention to his phone again shortly after. I went to the couch and sat down beside him.

,,Why didn't you tell me?''

,,Nini told me not to say anything. She wanted to sort things out with Ricky first, you know.'' he replied turning his phone off. My gaze softened. 

,,Oh.'' I simply whispered.

,,Yeah, I'm sorry. Anyways, are you auditioning?''

,,Of course EJ.'' I answered with a smile.

,,For what part?'' he asked further.

I crossed my legs before answering.

,,Probably Taylor.''

My phone rang just as EJ was about to reply. I picked up my phone and saw that Ricky was calling me. I didn't think twice and picked up.

,,Hello?''

,,Hi, Y/N. It's Ricky. Meet me at Big Red's House. Now!'' was all he said before he hung up. I stood up and sent an apologetic smile towards my big brother before grabbing his car keys and my shoes.

,,I'm taking your car! Love you!'' I yelled before closing the door and running to the car.

,,Okay, I know it's crazy, dude, but she has to see me in a whole new light.'' Ricky explained while I was sitting on a chair and Big Red was playing a videogame.

,,But we hate musicals.'' Red argued, still focused on his game.

,,I don't.'' I chimed in, rolling my eyes at Big Red's argument.

,,I just think it's weird when people, like, burst into song in the middle of the street.'' Ricky stated, paching around in the room.

,,That is a musical.'' I retorted, looking at my best friend.

,,Okay, look. I'm auditioning for this thing tomorrow, and nothing is gonna stop me.'' he declared.

,,Do you even know the plot of High School Musical?''

,,Of course! It's about Zac Efron dancing with a basketball.''

,,Wrong. It's about the character, Troy, having to choose between being true to his friend, Chad, or following his heart with Gabriella.'' I corrected with a smirk.

,,The point is, you're out of your league here, man. You can't pull this off.''

Ricky looked at his male best friend.

,,Yeah?'' he asked.

,,Yes.''

And with that, Ricky grabbed his Skateboard and left without saying another word.

The next day was uneventful. I was nervous because of the auditions but I got through the day without having to throw up.

,,People make sure you audition number is clearly visible on your clothes. This isn't a game.'' Carlos yelled as he walked passed me. I looked down to see my audition number. Number 5. I smiled and went to talk to my brother.

,,You know, I'm actually kinda bummed that we don't have any competition here. It would make getting the leads all the sweeter.'' he said to Nini and I rolled my eyes playfully and sat down on a chair.

,,Could you stop tempting fate?'' Nini asked with a laugh and looked at her boyfriend. EJ looked back at her and grinned. I never felt more single in my life.

,,You know what? You're right.'' she continued turning her head back to the mirror in front of her. I was about to say something but Ms.Jenn knocked on the door.

,,Okay, theater people. Let's do this!''

Everyone started cheering and got up from their chairs. The smile on my face grew and I turned to my brother.

,,Good luck!'' I said and hugged him.

,,Good luck! I love you.'' he replied and hugged me back.

,,I love you more.'' was all I said before I left the room.

We all got on stage and Ms. Jenn told us to pair up with someone who wasn't our friend. That's when I realized that Ricky wasn't there. I sighed and paired up with Ashlyn. I know that Ms.Jenn said to not pair up with a friend but she did not say to not pair up with your cousin.

We all lined up and chatted till Miss Jenn started walking down the line of students. She stopped in front of a boy.

,,I'd love you to read for Ryan.''

,,You are giving major Taylor vibes.'' she said to the next girl. The next in line was Ashlyn.

,,You. You're giving me uncommon depth. Ms.Darbus?''

I looked at Ashlyn and she started smiling.

,,I'm dying. I'm deceased. Yes.'' Ashlyn replied, still smiling happily.

,,Oh. Your application says you play the piano.''

,,I dabble.''

,,You ever written a song?'' Ms.Jenn asked with a curios look.

,,Nothing I've ever shared with anyone.''

,,I always thought the drama teacher should have an Act Two power ballad. We'll sidebar.'' was all the blonde teacher said before she stood in front of me.

,,Gabriella.''

I looked at her and shook my head slowly.

,,No. I'm actually here to audition for Taylor.'' I answered a small smile forming on my lips.

,,Oh, ok.'' was all she said before she continued walking down the line.

Ricky still didn't show up and I really thought he just decided not to audition last minute. I was sitting on stage with the others. It was EJ's time to audition.

,,Okay, what do I need to know?'' Ms. Jenn whispered to Carlos.

,,EJ Caswell. Big brother of Y/N Caswell, most Instagram followers. Wakes up looking like that-'' was all I could hear from their little conversation. Soon after EJ started singing 'Start of Something New’ while Seb played the piano.

,,Well, excuse me. Armie Hammer called. He wants his jawline back.'' The female teacher joked with a bright smile on her face. I sent a smile towards him which he returned.

,,Moving on with the Taylor's and after that we're gonna continue with the Gabriella's!'' she announced while clapping, shortly after.

It was my time to audition and, boy was I nervous. I was trying really hard not to throw up on stage in front of everyone. Like, I auditioned for plays before but I wasn't like my brother who was really confident in the things he did. I'm the sibling that overthinks everything.

,,Ok Y/N start when you're ready.'' Carlos said and waited for me to start. I took a deep breath and started reading Taylor’s lines. It was the scene where she apologized for trying to manipulate Gabriella and Troy's relationship.

,,Gabriella, we were jerks. No, we were worse than jerks because we were mean jerks. We thought Troy and the whole singing thing was killing our chances of having you on the scholastic decathlon team.''

,,Thank you Y/N! Now let's hear your singing.'' Ms.Jenn instructed. My eyes grew wide and I gasped.

,,Hold on. Jade didn't need to sing and she auditioned for Taylor as well. Why do I need to sing?''

,,Just do it!'' EJ whisper-yelled. I turned my gaze to him and then back to Carlos and Ms.Jenn who smiled widely. 

,,Ok.'' I mumbled and looked at Seb who started playing the Piano seconds later.

,,Livin' in my own world

Didn't understand

That anything can happen

When you take a chance

I never believed in

What I couldn't see

I never opened my heart (Oh) To all the possibilities

I know that something has changed

Never felt this way and right here tonight

This could be the start of something new

It feels so right to be here with you (oh)

And now looking in your eyes

I feel in my heart (feel in my heart)

The start of something new.''

In conclusion...I sang my heart out.

,,Great, thank you Y/N. Let's continue with the Gabriella's!''

I smiled and sat down beside Nini. She smiled at me and I returned it. My brother sent me the same proud smile as Nini.

Gina was incredible. She was a multi-talent. I was kinda jealous. I mean I knew she could dance but she could also sing like a goddess. It was Nini's turn after Gina. To be honest, I did not think she could take on Gina. I mean she mostly played Trees and animals in plays soo...you know.

Just as Nini positioned herself on stage, Ricky came running in with his guitar.

,,Am I too late?'' he yelled, totally out of breath. Nini looked not so pleased.

,,We're all set on Troys. We're low on Chads. You can read after the Gabriellas.'' Ms.Jenn stated and turned her attention back to Nini, who still looked mortified.

,,I only studied the Troy scenes in the movie.'' Ricky told her while walking up the stairs. My brother rolled his eyes at Ricky, which lead me to roll my eyes at him.

,,Troy would have arrived on time.'' Carlos commented.

,,Thanks. Let me do the talking.'' the blonde whispered to the young choreograph.

,,Okay Nini let's try this again.''

Nini looked so much more nervous than before. No wait. She looked terrified. I didn't blame her. Having her current boyfriend and her ex-boyfriend in a room while you're trying to audition for a lead role is kinda nerve-racking.

,,You got this babe!'' EJ literally screamed. The scream startled Ms.Jenn so much that she spilled her coffee over the sound system. All the lights turned off.

,,Nobody panic! Nini, let's wait for the lights to come back on. I don't want this to throw you.''

,,I'm not thrown.'' the brunette replied. Everyone looked at her (well as best as they could.) and she started singing. Not even a minute later, Ricky got his phone out and turned on the flashlight, literally holding it in Nini's face. And of course, EJ got up and did the same. Nini was really good. Like really really good. Just as she finished singing, the lights came back on.

,,Well, thank you Nini. I only needed 32 bars but I appreciate your commitment.'' Ms.Jenn said while Carlos held up his right thumb. She turned her attention back to Ricky.

,,You, late boy.''

He looked at her.

,,Let's do the Chad sides.''

Ricky nodded and grabbed the script. It was quiet. Ricky looked at me and i sent him a (hopefully) comforting smile. Big Red came in last second as well. He held his thumbs up and smiled.

,,Hey, there. I'm Ricky Bowen. I'm a junior. And here it goes.'' he said before he started. I smiled the whole time, trying to somehow lift his spirit. He started reading the lines but stopped a few seconds later. My smile slightly faded and I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. He crumbled the script in his fist and I turned to look at Big Red who was looking at me with the same expression I had on my face.

,,I don't know. Maybe its the way Gabriella always had your back. And maybe you can't stop beating yourself up for totally blowing it with her'' Ricky began, looking at Nini who was sitting beside me.

,,And look, Troy. Even if you never said the L-word to Gabriella, 'cause that's, like, not even a word your parents say to each other anymore. That doesn't mean that you don't. Maybe it just means you were waiting for the right time to say it. So that everyone could hear it.'' he continued looking Nini. She was trying to avoid eye contact though.

,,No. That she could.'' he finished after a short pause. My smile was completely gone and I just looked at my hands.

,,Okay kiddo. Time to sing.''

Before Seb could even start playing the piano, Ricky asked if he could sing his own song. Ms.Jenn just agreed and he grabbed his guitar. And the next thing I knew was that he started singing the song Nini wrote for him. Don't get me wrong. I was so proud of him for being so damn brave but it still hurt a lot. I sighed and slowly got up, leaving the room. Just to clear my mind for a bit.

,,Clear!'' Carlos yelled as he ran past me with a blue piece of paper in his hands. I followed him, realizing that it was the cast list. Everyone was crowding around it so I didn't really get to see if I got the Taylor part.

,,"Chad"? She thinks I'm a Chad?'' EJ asked dumbfounded, his ego obviously hurt. I really thought he was gonna get the Troy part. Everyone stepped back and I finally got to look at the list.

Taylor McKessie - Gina Porter

Honestly the day couldn't have gone worse. First the Ricky thing and then the Musical. Big Red seemed to notice my sudden mood switch.

,,Y/N?'' he asked and I looked up to him with glassy eyes. He started smiling.

,,Look at the top of the list.'' he said chuckling. I did as he said and my eyes grew wide.

Gabriella Montez - Y/N Caswell

I turned to look at my best friend. I was so confused.

that's why Miss Jenn asked me to sing.

Big Reds' smile grew bigger and bigger every second. Mine did as well. But then I realized that Nini wanted the role and I practically just stole it from her. I looked at the list again.

Gabriella Montez understudy - Nini Salazar-Roberts

I looked at Nini and smiled at her. She flashed a sad smile my way and went to talk to EJ.

Big Red hugged me and, of course, I hugged him back. Ricky then stepped forward, searching for his name on the list.

Troy Bolten - Ricky Bowen

And that was definitely the start of something new.

[starryseo]

costume. | bang chan

this gif is so cute oml

pairing ↠ chan x gender neutral!reader

genre ↠ fluff!!

wc ↠ 1564

summary ↠ chan really likes couple’s costumes. 

warnings ↠ a tiiiny bit of swearing. woojin is in this fic bc i wrote it before the news; pls don’t read if you’re not comfortable doing so.

a/n ↠ hope this makes u smile!

"We should do a couple's costume," Chan suggested for the fifth - sixth? - time. "I saw a Robin Hood and Maid Marian costume earlier that we'd look so hot in. I'll even let you have first pick."

You groaned, ignoring him for the fifth, or sixth, time.

And then you groaned again, interrupting whatever it was he was just about to say.

"Once again, Chan, I would like to remind you that we're not a couple."

"That can be changed very quickly," he said, stopping his search through his cupboard to shoot you a smirk, "Y/n, would you do me the honour, make me the happiest guy in all of Korea, and go out with me? Please?"

You stopped scrolling on your phone, raising a brow to perfect the bored expression you were sending his way. "I'm positively swooning, how can anyone say no to that?" You fall back onto his bed with a huff, continuing to scroll on Instagram once more.

"Great! C'mon, babe, let's go get our costumes!" He slammed his cupboard shut, turning to pull you up and off his bed. "What do you want to be?"

"Single."

"Ha ha," he shoved your shoulders before pulling you closer again, "Seriously though?"

You placed your hands on his shoulders, grasping tightly to hold him together, because you knew what you had to say was going to make him crumble.

"I'm sorry, Chan, but I already have a costume."

Promptly after your big reveal, Chan had pushed you out of his room and muttered, "We're over." You were too busy laughing at his theatrics to stop any of that, your snickers increasing when you hear him sigh, scoff and sulk behind the locked door.

"Chan," you called, inhaling deeply to control your laughter, "C'mon, open up. Don't be a baby, baby. I can still help you find a costume!"

Silence.

Aside from your choked chuckles.

"Can you stop being a drama queen, man," you groaned, knocking on his door. "Chan, c'mon!"

Unsurprisingly, more silence.

"Alright, fine, I'll be Robin Hood, okay? You happy now?"

You thought that would bring him out of his blues, but he still wouldn't reply. You knocked again, much more softly, before calling his name.

"Just leave him," Woojin said, coming from the living room. "He'll be fine in, like, 5 minutes." He rolled his eyes, a teasing grin on his face though. "C'mon, the guys have set up Mario Kart."

You joined the rest of the boys as Woojin magically got Chan out of his room - in 3 minutes! - to join in on the fun.

He sat on the seat furthest away from you, shooting you a glare, so you knew he was still mad at you. You rolled your eyes at him, adoring the way he pouted and crossed his arms. He was over the top, yet endearing. A deadly combination.

Some time through playing games, you all decided to place bets on who would win, daring the losers to do random things. Seungmin dared Jisung to not speak for 20 minutes (which he failed after 7 minutes), Minho dared Hyunjin to take his shirt off (20 minutes later and he’s still blushing), and Felix dared Changbin to cuddle him for the rest of the day.

When Chan and Woojin were battling it out, Chan lost. Only by a split second, but all his demands for a rematch fell on deaf ears as Woojin cheered victoriously.

"I dare you to let me pick out your Halloween costume!"

"Fine," Chan huffed, sending a pointed look in your direction when Woojin mentioned the costume.

You grinned at him, but he turned away, his pout returning.

When Jeongin moved to get more snacks, you seized the opportunity to flank Chan's left side, immediately draping yourself on his shoulder.

"You done being a baby?" you teased, linking your arm with his. He tried pulling away, but stopped his futile attempts when you wrapped your other arm around his, too. Instead, he simply turned his face away, suddenly intent on watching the Minho v Felix round. "C'mon, Maid Marian, talk to me."

"Only if you tell me who you're going as."

"No can do, Channie," you sighed, "it's a surprise. You gotta wait til the party like everyone else."

"C'mon," he whined, "I won't tell anyone, I promise."

"Nope," you grinned, "Wooj already knows, I can't tell anybody else."

"Seriously?" he exclaimed, "That's so unfair, y/n, I wanna know!"

You shrugged your shoulders, pinching your fingers to pretend to zip up your lips.

"I hate you," Chan grumbled, leaning his head on your shoulder.

"Love you too."

It was Halloween day. Finally. Costumes had been bought, decorations were hung and food was prepped, all tasty and delicious and begging to be eaten.

Just like you all had agreed, the ten of you were wearing the longest coats you could find to cover your costumes. Minho and Jisung had even gone the extra mile to put paper bags over their heads, probably - hopefully - to cover their makeup.

You drew numbers out of a conveniently-placed magician's hat, the numbers dictating the order of the costume reveal.

Hyunjin was first, in a beautiful Captain America suit. He even pulled out a fake shield - from inside the sofa? - to complete the look. Next was a mummy Seungmin: you have no idea how he managed to keep all the layers wrapped so well, but Seungmin was nothing if not insanely talented.

A vampire Jeongin - whose contacts made the youngster actually look pretty terrifying, especially since they glowed in the dark - was next. Then Minho who, upon shredding the paper bag, was revealed to be the Joker.

"You asshole!" Jisung had yelled, jumping from the sofa when Minho took off his jacket too. "We had a deal."

"Holy shit, you actually did it?" Minho laughed, much to everyone else's confusion.

Jisung, who was next anyway, harshly ripped off his own paper bag.

The long, golden locks were a nice touch, but you definitely loved the blue face paint drenching his face.

"You gotta take the jacket off too, man," Minho chuckled.

Jisung was vehemently opposed, shaking his head, but Hyunjin and Minho tackled him, ripping the cover to reveal Jisung in a flowing white dress.

"Isn't Cap supposed to be the good guy?" Jisung grumbled, crossing his arms as he glared at Hyunjin.

"Not anymore," Hyunjin smirked, tossing over Jisung's jacket, though the damage had been done.

Jisung made a very cute Smurfette.

Once everyone's laughter had died down - which took a very, very, long time, because one look at Jisung caused a giggling domino effect to erupt - Woojin revealed himself to be Cupid. He even had wings and a cute heart shaped bow and arrow set. Felix was the angel to Changbin's devil and they both pulled off the duality stunningly well.

You were next to go and you could see the excitement rolling off Chan in waves. He immediately sat up, cheeky grin plastered on his face as he raised his brows, desperately awaiting your big reveal.

Just to tease him, and he rolled his eyes when he caught on to your actions, you undid your jacket as slowly as possible.

Peter Pan.

The fun-loving, Captain-Hook-hating, youngster was who you decided to dress up as. You took out a hat from your jacket pocket to complete the look, twirling the sword that came with the costume around on your finger.

Whatever expression you thought you'd see on Chan's face, you definitely weren't expecting to see him that shocked and confused, his mouth dropping open slightly. You thought you'd see a teasing grin or him laughing, but not this.

"You asshole!" Chan imitated Jisung, turning to face Woojin. "You did this on purpose!"

"No idea what you mean," he let out airily, but by the smirk on his face, you knew he knew.

"Ooh, is Cupid playing matchmaker?" Minho taunted, "It's your turn, Channie!"

Chan huffed as he stood up, shooting Woojin a vicious glare, before facing you for the reveal. He looked nervous, cheeks tinted a light pink, and it was cute watching him bite his lips as he fumbled to open his jacket.

A green dress. You would have joined the others in laughing if you weren't 100 percent sure that dress belonged to a certain tinkering fairy.

Chan certainly did make a pretty Tinkerbell. His muscles were a bit much though in the tight dress, but you weren't exactly complaining about the view of those. 

"Best couple's costume award definitely goes to Chan and Y/n," Hyunjin grinned, shooting you a thumbs up.

"You're welcome!" Woojin hollered, laughing harder when Chan flipped him off.

"That's so unfair," Felix whined, "they didn't even plan that!"

As the boys argued over who would get what awards for the night, you turned to a still-pink-faced Chan.

"We're in a couple's costume," he smirked, "It all worked out in the end."

"Tink's just obsessed with Peter," you argued, "they're not a real couple."

"Just like us then, yeah?"

"Oh, definitely."

"Is Chan flirting with Y/n? Is that seriously all he's got? No wonder it's taken him this long to make a move."

Chan grabbed your hand, making a swift escape to the safe confines of his room.

If anyone asked what the two of you got up to after that, you were simply telling ghost stories. 

[crossyourheartspreparetodie]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: D Gray Man Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: everything is platonic unless otherwise stated Characters: Cross Marian, Allen Walker, Lavi (D.Gray-man), maybe more to be added soon depends Additional Tags: it's basically you the reader experiencing a supportive dad and supportive brothers Summary:

So these are snippets in which you the reader can experience some lovely fatherly advice from Cross or can experience having Lavi and Allen as your rambunctious siblings. Suggestions are open. Triggers will be mentioned before every chapter. I want this to be more of a thing where people can look to for support. Or to feel like they are getting fatherly support in whatever situation they're going through. I will try my hardest to make each chapter ambiguous enough where it can include everyone so pronouns will be staying they/them unless there are very specific circumstances/situations.