#first kendall x reader but he lives in my brain enough and who doesn’t love Y/N

[loveandthings11]

I just woke up from a dream, i was going to the panini shop to get my friend and me paninis, and who was helping in the shop - Ken. and as i was struggling with what to take, he was just smiling. and then he suggested me something and made it on the house. I guess it was good cuz i came next morning again - and i woke up.. Buuuut i was thinkingg then… :) :) :) i came next morning again and he suggested me something new, and then he invited me to come after working hours so he could show me his secret for good paninis… and yeah a lot of stuff could happen there :) (he is still kendall roy with a suit but he only helps there to keep his imaginary family italian tradition going.. )

Ok so Kendall is visiting the restaurant so he can oversee things and assess the financial situation and overall customer experience even though he’s not usually in Italy. He normally just deals with the financials from New York but he has to keep an eye on things sometimes so he can report back to his dad on how this side of the family is managing things. He didn’t think much when he said that he could show you how to make paninis, he just said something to try to get you to come back. So when you actually show up that night, you realize he does not even know where the bread is because his job is numbers and looking hot in a suit 🫶🏻

At first he just says he knows a place around the corner that has wine that will “fucking rearrange your brain chemistry.” You’re from here so you agree that it’s incredible, but when you say sort of shyly that you’d rather stay here with him, he looks at you for a long moment before he decides to tell you the truth. He smiles and says that he actually doesn’t know anything about cooking and he thought about having staff stay late but he wanted to be alone with you.

So you laugh and he nods along even though he doesn’t like that he wasn’t prepared. And you say not to worry because you’ll figure it out for the two of you. And you’re the one who finds the bread and puts it in the panini maker. Just when you think you have the power, Kendall digs out the right recipes and asks you to get all the ingredients that he can see are on lower shelves so he can check you out in the little flouncy skirt you wore. It takes you a minute to realize what he’s doing but when he keeps saying, “Oh, we’re going to need more of that, can you get another one?” with that impossible smirk on his face, you match his flirtiness, leaning down slowly to pick up what he tells you to without breaking eye contact.

You talk about light topics to start getting to know each other over truly amazing paninis, but you can feel the connection. He jokes that he can’t believe you’re having sandwiches for dinner and he wants to fly you out when he goes back to New York to show you a proper dinner and maybe some dessert 😘

[smolbeandrabbles]

Somewhere on a Beach - Ned Kendall x Reader (Beautiful Kate)

Thank you to a certain someone and her side blog for kicking me into gear and actually get around to writing this... 😏

Author’s Note: Well as if this hasn’t been sitting in my drafts since I watched the movie (it has.) Fine-uh-lee I get to write about the Writ-er... Is this it? Is Ned the last one of my little collection? I think so... Damn, boi, I’m sorry!

Disclaimer: Beautiful Kate characters (& associated things!) not mine  / lyrics not mine Premise: In a bid to help Ned escape his past, and get his writing back on track, you take him away... Words: 3180 Warnings: Sexual Connotations / Hinted Dom/Sub relationship / swearing

_________ Bet you think I'm sitting at home, no Bet you think that I'm all alone, no Bet you think I'm missing you and wishing you would call my phone Hell no! I'm somewhere on a beach Sipping something strong Got a new girl, she got it going on We drink all day, and party all night I'm way too gone to have you on my mind She got a body and she's naughty And she got me like you ain't never got me I'm getting sun, getting some, and I ain't slept in a week Yeah, I'm somewhere on a beach

I wish it could've worked out But I'm gettin' over you now On a beach towel with my shades on My drink's up And the sun's out Huh, I'm somewhere on a beach

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Ned knew what he was going to do the second he left that house. He knew, looking at the little name tag emblazoned with Toni exactly what he was going to do. Find her, get her back, marry her, all’s well that ends well… Except before that had even had the chance to happen, he’d met you. Whether that meeting was coincidental, or just happened to be exactly what he needed, he didn’t know. But suddenly that big plan of his didn’t matter anymore. His mild obsession with you had him seeing you every chance he could – and every chance you would let him. You had that childish charm about you that he clearly still liked in women, but you were level too – and he liked that, because it finally kept him grounded. You were interested in his writing and what he did. And you liked him telling you what to do – like that… not like that. And he liked that too, because it put you on the same sexual wavelength, with similar libidos. So as Ned got to know you, and like you even more; days became weeks, became months. And Toni was buried at the back of his mind, and the back of one of his draws. He was quite happy to let her remain there too; until he happened to ask you to get him something from that particular draw. “Who is Toni?” You wandered back into the room he was sitting in, tapping his pen with annoyance on his notebook. You’d noticed this for a little while, something restless in the way he was writing. He couldn’t get anything out fast enough, but yet he seemed not to be able to get anything out at all. Maybe he was having writers block… You’d often wake up in the morning to find screwed up papers strewn all over the floor. You always tided them up, keeping them but never reading them. Just in case he ever wanted to pick up whatever plot threads he was cutting – but those words were his, until he decided to share them with you. But Ned valued your opinion, so every so often he’d give you a few pages to read and stand with a hopeful smile until you’d finished. He thrived on every drop of feedback you could give him. He’d seen your bookshelves and knew you were an avid reader… He looked up confused for a minute “Huh?” You held the name tag up; “Toni?” He noticed immediately that your tone was inquisitive, not accusational. “Oh. Sh*t. Do I still have that?!” Ned pushed his chair out and walked to you, holding his hand out for it. You placed it delicately in his palm and he sighed; “She’s my Ex-Fiancée.” Fiancée? He didn’t strike you as the marrying type. Maybe you were wrong. “Oh. I’m sorry.” His eyes flicked to your face; sorry? Why would you be sorry? He had you now… Without her being his Ex anything, he wouldn’t have you. “You don’t have to be sorry…” Ned’s fingers closed around the small piece of metal, “…We wouldn’t be here otherwise… And I certainly like you better…” You knew from the look on his face that he hadn’t meant it to come out the way it did, so you decided to ignore it, with a smile and stepped forward to offer him a kiss. Which he gratefully accepted. You nodded behind him to his writing; “How’s it going?” He hummed, trying to find the right words as he also looked back at his desk and multiple sheets of paper – you were at least happy to see that none had hit the floor yet. “Oh…” Ned’s arms snaked around you, “…It’s just 10,000 words of bullsh*t…” he shook his head “It doesn’t go anywhere it’s just… useless rambling…” He sighed; “I dunno what’s wrong…” Your hand found the one in which he still held the name tag; “Maybe you need a writing retreat… Maybe you should take her from your draw… and let her go.” His head swivelled slowly back to you, you thought maybe he wouldn’t like you saying that. You weren’t suggesting he still loved her, you weren’t even suggesting he ever thought of her. But taking him away for a little while, away from anything that could hold memories, might be exactly what he needed. And that look on his face told you that what you’d just said was exactly what he needed to hear… He let you lace your fingers with his behind your back; “Do you think that would help?” “I do…” Ned brushed his lips gently to yours and held you tighter; “Well, baby, where do you wanna go?” “Oh no…” You shook your head, “This one’s all yours.” ** So with the nametag buried at the bottom of his suitcase, you both packed up and headed out to some tropical island. And the first thing he did when you arrived was put his watch in the top draw. No time zone, no return flight, nothing. That’s what you wanted for him, to clear his head and get back to what he loved so much. For it to mean something again. It started slow, words here and there, two or three sentences before he had to get up and wander. Sometimes Ned told you to stay, and sometimes he wanted you to accompany him. But you noticed the walks became progressively shorter, and eventually there was a notebook involved, and he would wrap your hand around his arm, rather than interlock with your fingers, and produce this and a pen from his pocket and begin scribbling. And you liked that, it made you smile. But once again – you never asked to read it, he’d let you know when he was ready for that. When he was ready to disclose that vulnerability again. By the end of your second week he was writing for hours a day. And his breaks weren’t to live in his head or wander around – but were to pay attention to you. It hadn’t taken you long to become attuned to the way Ned was; so every so often you’d bring him coffee or water or what you knew he needed. And he was always grateful of that.   You didn’t mind this distance, you were quite happy relaxing here yourself, sunbathing or exploring…. But now he was firmly back on the ground, and writing without yet tearing or screwing up one scrap of paper, he also seemed happier. So instead of just spending the occasional walk and meal times with him, now his breaks always started with him giving you that look – and ended with him pinning you up against some surface and having you whatever way he wanted. No no, hands here… that’s right darling… MMm hmmm… Like that… hush! Stop squirming!... Like this? Is that okay?... Good girl… but you enjoyed that too, it was like he was coming back, slowly. But even you knew that at the bottom of his bag that slip of metal still burned… One day you woke alone, and upon wandering out into the main room of the beach house you were renting discovered that Ned wasn’t there either. You only slightly panicked as you dressed, wiggling a shirt over your bikini and ran from the house. You stopped on the dunes as soon as you saw his silhouette in the distance, at the end of the short pier upon which were moored a series of small wooden boats. He was already dressed, shades on… And even from here you could see, as you wandered slowly over, the sunlight was glinting off something in his hands. You didn’t need to see it up close to know exactly what it was. You stood at the end of the pier with folded arms in silence and watched him. This was Ned’s to do, and his alone. His to think though, to sort, to end. If he wanted to end it… Maybe she was a writing muse and that’s why he couldn’t let go. Maybe it had just always been hard for Ned to let go of the past. He clasped his hand around the object and took a few steps back, shaking his head. And you tried not to get disappointed; the only way for him to gain any real freedom and breathing room from this was for him to let go. But then, perhaps he wasn’t ready. Then he paused again; and there were another few minutes of dead silence and hard thinking – if you listened you’d probably be able to hear the gears in his brain shifting… - he looked out to the sea and his stance was suddenly stronger. His decision was made; you knew that look. He took 3 or 4 running paces forward and threw it. That gold name tag with her name engraved in black was in the air barely seconds before it hit the water; and there was something poetic about it. It was a good throw too; and it hardly made a sound – then you knew it was done. She was gone, sinking to the bottom of the sea… He straightened again with a sigh, you knew of relief, and turned. You startled him and Ned stumbled a little; before acting like he meant to do it and using it to push into a jog down the pier to you instead; “…It’s done?” “Mmm… It’s over…” His hands snaked under your shirt as you pulled him to you; “You’re free now…” “Mmm… No… I’m just yours now.” And so he was. *** It was like a weight had lifted; he was jokey and playful and light hearted and he smiled more. He told you things he’d never told you before… even when it was clear to you he wasn’t all that comfortable talking about them. Like he was opening up a little more of his world to you – not all of it, you knew Ned Kendall would always be a lot to unpack; it was all there in the way he wrote. The words he was saying behind the words he was writing. But he’d tell you eventually, if he wanted to, or he’d keep his secrets – and you wouldn’t mind. Like that nametag was the last piece of a past he wished he didn’t have. The last piece he had to get rid of; not burry so he could revisit it. There was a certain maturity to the man sitting in front of you now that was appearing; dormant – you decided – simply invisible, not never there. It was like there was a new level of trust now, like he was willing to show you this, like he was ready to step up and be this person now, in this moment; and with you. No looking back, and no guessing the future…

It was also apparent in the way he wrote, how you’d see him smile for page upon pages. Sometimes he’d laugh at a private joke, or nod to himself if he wrote something he deemed pretty impressive. And you could watch him do that for hours – the TV was all but background noise; because he was truly fascinating. Watching a writer go through their process like this. How he’d stop and tap his pen, moving it through his fingers as he thought on a scene; or played dialogue through in his mind… then he’d jot down points elsewhere to remind him of something for later in the story. How sometimes his lips would part; and he’d say words without saying them. Or mutter things under his breath. You couldn’t always hear, but sometimes it was the same word repeated with different stresses. How were his characters saying these lines? What was the best word to use for the context of what was happening? Sometimes he’d call your name; “Y/N… Give me a word for…” or “Y/N… What’s that word that means…” even though he was the writer he valued what you had to say and every “No, no that… what else… No… No that one I used… AH! That’s it!” or “See, there, eloquence. Thank you!” made you smile. Because when you read back his work and you found that suggestion of yours, you knew you’d be beaming internally as well as externally. No one else reading it would know, but you would – there was a piece of you present in novels that would sell copies worldwide. That thought was exciting. Today Ned had started early, because the light that streamed into bedroom was pale when he left you. Not for want of trying to cling onto him and make him stay… “You know I don’t reward whining…” was an outright lie, but you let him go all the same; save for him maybe dragging you out of bed and across the floor as you wrapped around him. So, with one last kiss to your forehead he left you to fall back to sleep for a few hours. This behaviour wasn’t uncommon, sometimes you’d be woken up by a light in the middle of the night because he just had to write this scene in his head down. So again, you left him to it. And when you awoke you got ready for the day slowly, to give him as much time and silence as possible. As you padded from the bedroom to the kitchen, you caught his eye, and he followed you with a playful smirk; “Does it ever occur to you to, y’know, get dressed?” “…You like it better when I don’t…” you threw back over your shoulder, to a growl; “Besides… This is a bikini and we are literally living on a beach. So, this is dressed.” “My T-shirt is a nice addition.” You smiled, and set about making coffee; “…Thought you’d like that…” You turned back to him, biting his lower lip, and the array of coffee mugs over his desk; “I’d say you don’t need another one of these…” He gave a shrug “If you’re gonna look after me, I’ll defer to your good nature.” You took a sip of your own coffee and walked over to him, “Mmm, you better…” Ned’s eyes traced you for a moment and he put his pen down. “C’mere…” “Oh no, you’re busy…” “Don’t make me ask twice…” There was a glint in those eyes. You sat on the edge of his desk and took his hand, and his eyes fell to your coffee cup – “You’re going to eat too, right.” “Well I mean-” “That wasn’t a question – eat. You’re gonna need it.” You raised a questioning eyebrow; “Was that a promise..?” “Maybe.” But that little smile of his told you it was. “Okaaay.” “Good girl.” But before you could get up, he tugged you by the hand to pull you onto his lap; his hands caressed your bare skin as he kissed you; tasting like coffee and cigarette smoke. “See, now I don’t wanna leave…” You stole as many kisses as he let you, painfully aware that the way he was tracing you with his fingertips was meant to be teasing only. He was never going to give you what you wanted. “Well, how am I gonna work if you don’t leave…” “You pulled me here!” You kissed him again as you slid from his arms “Also, I hate you.” “I know…” he stretched and winked at you with an injection of confidence; “You won’t later though…” You laughed, gathering some of his empty coffee mugs with your own “Always later…” He laughed; “Worth the wait though…” You heard his pen begin to scratch at the surface of his notebook again; “…Thank you!” “…You’re welcome!” By the time you’d eaten, making a point of it so he knew, finished your coffee, washed and dried up and gathered your things for the beach it was very late morning. And Ned was once again back in the flow of writing. The heat was pretty scotching when you stood in it directly inside, and you knew it would only get worse. Also, you knew that Ned would possibly sit there for hours and hours and forget that he should really hydrate, so before you left you took him a few glasses of water; He slowed his writing speed down, but didn’t stop as his eyes flicked up to thank you. You simply shook your head with that same kind smile; there was no need to thank you. You shouldered your bag and again, rounded the desk to him – touching his arm delicately – he didn’t need words to know what that meant… and placed his hand over yours for a moment. He could write so much that he couldn’t say… and yet that unspoken language, of really knowing someone, still meant the most. You left him to walk to the double doors leading onto the beach and paused for a moment, sliding your shades from your hair to over your eyes and breathing in the sea air. He turned; with a smile of his own to watch you stand there in the light for a minute; yes, you might be his muse… but you were the right kind of muse. And more than anything he wanted you to be one that lasted. “No eating ice-cream without me.” You laughed; “Okay.” “I could just say no ice-cream.” “That’s unfair.” “Careful, babe.” Was that the second warning you’d had today? Third? “No ice-cream until I see you later. I know.” You repeated, Ned nodded to himself, “Have a good day…” “And you… Work hard!” He chuckled; “Yeah, I will…” With that you wandered off, back onto the golden sand and across to the resort that your little beach house was a part of. Ned placed his pen down again and pushed his chair out. He wanted to join you, of course he did. But something made him stop; that’s not what you wanted. You’d left him to get on with his novel, that was the exact purpose for you leaving with a bag too – so you wouldn’t have to come back to the villa and disturb him. She actually respects this is my work and I should keep going with this... He shook his head gently and pulled the chair back in; I should really thank her more for that… Glancing to the glasses of water in front of him, he picked one up; Hell, and this too… As he began to drink through the bottom of the glass he could see a blurry, but colourful shape. He paused and tipped the glass back straight, raising an eyebrow; “What?” running his fingertips underneath the glass he untacked the sticky note, and was once again laughing. It wasn’t much, but it meant a lot. You’d drawn a heart. Nothing more than that. Worth 1000 words… Ned stuck it to the inside of his notebook and leant on his hand just staring at it whilst time passed him by. Just a tiny gesture; but it made him smile. You made him smile… --- @dennismitchell @happyskywhale @wltz-bby #MendoTagSquad. @3134045126 - Without you Jax, this wouldn’t be written ❤

[queen-of-the-avengers]

To The Rescue

Characters: Wanda Maximoff x Siren!Reader, Ultron and his minions, other characters

Word Count: 1,500

Warnings: minor angst, fluff at the end

Summary: When Ultron takes you hostage, it’s up to your girlfriend and all your friends to come and rescue you.

Author’s Note: This is for Roxy’s @roxyspearing 1k Gif-tastic Challenge! The gif I got is below! I was browsing through Instagram and with the person’s permission, I turned their marvel imagine into a oneshot! So check out this post and follow them! One last thing, if you’ve ever seen season 8 of The Vampire Diaries, then you know who Sybil is. The reader is exactly her with the whole tuning fork thing.

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“Why are you doing this?” you struggled against Ultron’s robots, but they were too strong even for someone like you. They weren't human which means you couldn’t get inside their heads.

“I’m taking Stark down,” Ultron answered, leading the way to where you were going to be held. “To do that, I need to take away the things he cares about the most.”

“Tony and I aren’t even that close!” you lied, trying to deceive the robot, but he was too smart for you.

“Liar. I see you with him all over the internet. You’re one of his favorites,” he said as he stopped by a containment room. He was right, you were one of the first ones to get recruited by Tony, and ever since that happened you two have been close. He was your best male friend. About to speak, you saw the one instrument that was capable of taking you down: a tuning fork.

“Where did you get that?” you asked in a panic. No one answered you, but Ultron’s robots shoved you into the room, and you collapsed on the ground. Before you had the chance to get up, the door was slammed shut and Ultron picked up the tuning fork.

“I acquired it through someone who has a bit of everything. I did my research, I know what this can do to you,” he said, knocking the fork on a piece of metal. The sound waves traveled through the speakers in the room, conflicting with your brain and its energy. Crying out in pain, you clutched your head as if that would get it to stop hurting. The one downfall of being a siren is the tuning fork. Because of the vibrations, it gave you a massive headache, and it felt as if your brain was melting from the pressure.

Ultron reached up and stopped the vibration which stopped your headache.

“If I am going to take down Stark, you’re the key to doing so. That is why I am doing this. I am purifying the world.”

“But I’m not even human!” you tried to reason with him but it wasn’t working.

“Not biologically, but you act human, you hang out with humans, therefore you are human.”

“That doesn’t even make sense!”

“Make sure this fork keeps ringing,” he told one of his “followers” before banging the fork on a piece of metal. Moaning out in pain, you gripped the side of your head. One of the other robots took the fork and Ultron left to continue his plan for world destruction. There was nothing that could prepare for you for Ultron taking you as a hostage. The rest of the Avengers must be going crazy looking for you. The one person who you worried more about than Tony, was Wanda.

After HYDRA was taken down, Ultron took her and Pietro in to use them to destroy Tony. When you and the rest of the Avengers went to take down Ultron, Wanda went around and fucked with people’s minds, making them see what they were truly afraid of. When it came to messing with your mind, you turned the tables on her, using your powers to counteract hers which caused her to see what she truly feared. Mind altercation was your thing, so you knew when someone else wanted to play games with you.

After that, when everyone was battling on Sokovia, Wanda saw the errors in her ways and left, taking Pietro with her. They fought alongside the Avengers against Ultron. After the battle was over, everyone thought Ultron was taken care of, that every single piece of him had died. Everyone went on to live their lives, not knowing some part of Ultron escaping.

Before Ultron took you away, you and Wanda had gotten very close, and eventually started dating. You two were inseparable after her brother died. Mind control was one of the things you two bonded over, and even though you didn't have any magic like hers, you still caught her attention.

Being in this cell with that damn fork ringing, made you think of Wanda, and only the thought of her was going to get you through this. There had to be a way out of this somehow. Ultron hasn’t had enough time to build his army the way it used to be, so there was less security all around. However, the more time you wasted in this cell, the more time you gave Ultron in rebuilding his status and then Sokovia will happen all over again.

“Please, let me out,” you begged the robot holding the tuning fork, but he ignored you. Getting up on your hands and knees, you crawled to the window and grasped the sill, but the robot smashed the fork on metal again, causing your grip to falter. Falling to the ground, you yelled out in pain, getting tears from how powerful this was. With that fork vibrating, there was nothing you could do but sit and cry.

It’s been a few hours, but thankfully Ultron stopped the tuning fork to vibrate. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t get inside their heads since they were all robots. So, escaping that way was out of the question. If you could only get out of the room, you might be able to make a run for it.

“Ultron? Please let me out!” you yelled. Nothing happened for a few seconds, but then Ultron walked out from wherever he was and towards you.

“What do you want?”

“I want out. I promise to behave,” you pleaded with him.

“I don’t think so. I’m sure you managed to contact one of your friends and when they come, I will kill them all.”

“But I didn’t contact them,” you said but was interrupted by the main door slamming open. You saw the red before you saw her. Wanda was pissed as she walked through the door, her red magic balling up in her right hand before she flung it to the side when one of Ultron’s robots tried charging at her. Upon contacting the magic, the robot exploded.

Smiling, you knew you would be getting out of here, but Ultron didn’t like that. He slammed the tuning fork onto the slab of metal which made you cry out in pain. Wanda’s eyes shot to yours, and they were immediately filled with concern.

From behind her, Tony came flying in to deal with Ultron once and for all. Vision, Steve, Natasha, and Clint came in right behind him. They started fighting with Ultron, and you wanted to help, but the damn tuning fork was still vibrating.

Wanda created a big ball of red magic before shooting it at three robots, effectively taking them down. She was making her way over to you while the rest were fighting to cover her back.

“Wanda, the fork,” you clutched your head, watching as she grabbed the fork and silenced the ringing. Finally able to breathe and think, you got up and walked over to the door, but found it was locked.

“It’s locked. Can you do something?” you asked and just as Wanda went to grab the doorknob, one of Ultron’s robots came up behind her and tackled her from behind.

“Wanda!” you screamed, banging your hands against the glass. She started to fight the robot, using her magic to tear the source form it’s body, just like you would do with someone’s heart. She got up and ran to you, trying the door but it was locked from that side too.

“Step back,” she instructed and you followed orders. With as much magic as she could muster up, she shot it at the window, cracking it, but not shattering it. With one more try, the window shattered, and you were free to go. Hopping through the window, you ran into your girlfriend’s arms.

“How did you find me?” you asked when you pulled away.

“I felt your distress. We’re connected up here,” she pointed to her head, “and I was able to follow that.”

“We’ll celebrate later, right now, we have to take down Ultron,” you said and she agreed. Turning towards the fight, you ran at the robots, ready to take them down.

“Thanks for coming to save me,” you whispered, snuggling closer to Wanda. FRIDAY was driving the jet back to the compound, and after you told everyone you were fine, you and Wanda went off to be alone.

“Of course. You meant the world to me,” she admitted with a blush. Leaning up, you kissed her, cupping her cheek gently. She kissed you back, pulling you in closer if that were possible. She slid her fingers in your hair, but you didn't want to take it that far in a jet. This can wait until you get home. Pulling away, you smiled before laying your head on her chest.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you,” she smiled and kissed the top of your head.

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[justkending]

A True Wesson. Part 6.

Summary: You are a prodigy hunter that recently lost her father on a hunt after you decided to retire from the hunting life. You run into the Winchesters when a case comes up in your town. Along the way you realize something that you always felt and knew, but never truly understood about yourself.

Chapter Summary: We finally get to see what happened on the hunt with the characters father. Get ready for a whirlwind.

Warning: None really.

Word Count: 4231

Pairing: Eventual Dean x (Hunter/ Supernatural) Reader, Sam.

AUTHOR NOTES: Read the other chapters on my feed before starting this one.  Give me all the thoughts, comments, and questions! I love all feedback! ENJOY YA’LL!!! (Italicized is flashback)

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Part 6:

You woke up at around 3 am with the same nightmare you had for 2 months straight after your father passed. They stopped coming most nights after that, but when it did happen it was not a good experience.

You were outside the nest hiding out in some trees. The vamps your dad and you were hunting were camped out in an old barn about 10 miles out of town. Such a cliché place. I don’t know why, but they always think that out all places, a broken down barn is the least obvious; when in all honesty it’s the first type of place you search for.

Your dad was doing a perimeter check to see exactly how many you were dealing with. You wanted to do it originally, considering your gifts, you would have been able to sniff out more if there were any in places he just couldn’t see, but he insisted.

“There are about 8 in there. I think that’s all. They should all be in there by now considering its about time for the sun to rise. Therefore-,” He started as he walked over to where you were stationed.

“Therefore, they are about to take their naps for the day.” You finished for him. He gave you a glare for interrupting. “Sorry, but you do realize even though that I took a year off, it doesn’t mean I lost all the knowledge about hunting from the 22 years you and mom engraved it in my brain.” You sassed back giving him a cheeky grin.

He just looked at you with a face that read, “Are you done yet?”

After a long moment of both your stubborn asses staring back at each other, you finally broke the silence.

“Ok what’s the game plan? We bust in guns a blazing, and just start hacking away at some heads?” you said in a joking tone while spinning your machete around in your hand acting like you were actually going to do what you said.

“This isn’t a joke Kendall. There are 6 teenage girls that were taken, and their lives are in danger. We don’t even know if they have been changed. They could be going through the worst pain in their life and your acting like it’s just a game. “he said in a serious tone.

“Come on dad, you know I don’t think this is a joke. You haven’t given me much info on this case though. It’s almost like you brought me here just for you to go on the hunt while I sit back and watch. And if by chance you need help I just happen to get pulled from the bench to finally sub in.” you looked at him waiting to see his reaction.

He looked down at the ground and let out a sigh.  “Well actually- “

“Oh come on! You can’t pull me from my normal life that I have tried so hard to build, to help you with a case, and just expect me to be a bystander while you do all the work. I can handle myself! You know this dad, why do you second guess that?” You were getting worked up now.

“BECAUSE KENDALL! Your mom could handle herself too and she still ended up dead!” There it was. You knew this was the reason behind him sheltering you most of your teen life. He always made you do research and then go on the hunt behind your back, or bring you but finish the job before you could step in. But when he said it this time, it was different. More emotional. More intense.

“Dad.” You saw a single tear go down his face, but he wiped it off just as fast as it came down. “I’m sorry-… Listen as much as mom was a badass in everything she did. You know I’m different. I have gifts she didn’t. It makes me a lot harder to hurt.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I can’t worry and take precautions.” He said locking his (Y/E/C) eyes with your own big (Y/E/C) eyes. “I just want you safe.”

“I know, and I appreciate that… But that doesn’t mean that I don’t want the same for you. I want you safe too. Let me show you I can take care of myself and you.” You let a single tear fall down your cheek, but like him wiped it away quickly.

“No, Kendall… I don’t need you looking out for me. I need you to look out for yourself.”

“Dad, don’t be stubborn! We need to work as a team! We can sit here and go back and forth bickering, or we can realize we both want each other unharmed, and- “

Before you could finish your rant, you heard a blood curdling scream come from the barn. Both of your heads snapped toward that direction.

“Shit. Don’t think we have time to come up with a game plan now.” You said as you both grabbed your gear and quietly made your way closer to the barn.

“Stay behind me.” He said.

“Yeah right!” He gave you a warning look.” How about I meet you in the middle and stay by your side.” You retorted. You could tell he was not ok with that, but before he could fight you, another scream came from the barn. “You’re just going to have to trust me.”

You went in the side door of the barn that lead to what looked like a storage room. Still trying to use some of the element of surprise. Almost immediately walking in you saw a vamp wandering around looking for something in storage, and walking behind him. You quickly moved your blade through his neck. You kicked his body toward the pile of hay right in front of him. The momentum and direction he was falling with, caused the head to fall with the body in the pile of a hay making it cause close to no sound. Just what you wanted to happen. You didn’t need any of the other vamps knowing you were here yet.

You turned toward your dad who you vaguely heard tell you to stay back while you were going to make the kill. He had a look of shock, and was impressed with your quick thinking on the hay. That didn’t make him happy about you going in front of him and not listening though.

You shrugged, and kept walking trying to scope out the place and listen for any sounds or noise that would lead you to more of the nasty blood suckers. You turned the corner and saw a room of makeshift beds lined up. You counted them and saw 10. Either there was more than your dad said, or they were adding to the family. Either way, it wasn’t good.

You turned to tell your dad, and saw that he had taken another one down at some point. He used the same tactic of using the hay as a silencer. You saw another enter the storage like room soon after. He hadn’t noticed you yet, but you can tell he was sniffing you both out. You nodded your head that direction to your dad and hid behind a storage shelf. He followed your action against a different shelf. As the Vamp was about a foot away from you both, you beat your dad to the jump and sliced through the vampire’s vertebrae. He fell louder than the others since there was no cushion for his body.

“So their little slumber party that they’re having. There are 10 beds. Not eight. So as of right now we act as if there is ten to kill.” You told your dad. “That makes three down seven to go, plus the 6 girls that are being held. Hopefully that’s all that is happening to them, and they’re not being changed into that.” As you said the last word, you pointed to the recent kill and looked back at your dad.

“Ok just be careful. We stay together. You hear me?”

You nodded, and made your way to the room with the beds. There were two that were already passed out so those were easy kills. Five down. Five to go. Only question was where were the other five.

The scream came again, but it wasn’t the same as the last one. Still a girl, but much higher pitched than the last one. An advantage from your gift, you can hear extremely well if you focused hard enough, and hear the slight key change in the screams. You followed it. Before you could reach that room you heard crying coming from a room right before it. You stopped and raised your machete. The door was built with a heavy metal and was locked but had a tiny window at the top. You stood on your tippy toes and peered in. Four girls were sitting in there. Dirty, scared, and waiting for rescue. Shoot, you were missing two girls?

“Hey! My name is Kendall, and this is my dad Dan. We are here to help, but I need you to help us too. How many of the bad guys are here?” you said quiet but loud enough that the girl closest to the door heard you.

She looked at you scared and unsure, but was desperate for any help.

She thought for a second before answering. “Ten. Th-There are ten of them I think.” She said timidly. “Please. Please help us. They keep coming and taking us out. No one has returned yet.”

“It’s going to be fine. Ok? I just need you guys to stay calm, and be brave for me. Can you do that?” your FBI self was coming out when it came to rescuing hostages. But in all honesty hunting prepared you for that part of training in the FBI.

They nodded their heads and you dropped an extra knife you had hidden on you through the window.

“Use this to untie yourselves, and if anything that wants to hurt you comes near you. Use it.” You gave them a reassuring smile, and started to run to the next room, your dad right in front of you.

Five vamps would be easy with you two, or so you thought.

As soon as the next scream occurred you cut off your dad going into action. There was no time to waste, and you knew you had it covered. You had taken on much worse, and this time you had back up.

“Shouldn’t you kids be in bed? It’s cutting it real close to your bedtime.”  You said glaring at the group of vamps with your machete raised ready to fight. You spun it around in your hand a few times.

You took this moment with the vamp distracted by the conversation you struck up to scan the room. On the floor behind two of the vamps towards the back of the room was a body of a little blonde girl. She was crumpled over and had blood on her neck. Shit. You were too late to save her. There was one vamp close to you on the left, and one close to your dad on the right.  The vamp that apparently was in charge, was holding the girl that was screaming. Her hands were pinned behind her, and he was running his hands through her dark brown hair and along her cheek causing her to lift her head exposing her neck. Just what he wanted.

“I knew something didn’t smell right. We have a hunter infestation.” The vamp looked around 30 years old (at least his body did) had black shaggy hair, extremely dark brown eyes, and really pale skin.

“Hmm funny, I was going to say the same thing about you. Except substitute hunter for vamps infestation. Just came to do my job and exterminate the nasty nest.” You sassed back.

“Wow quite a mouth. I’ll make sure to keep you around once we get rid of your friend.” He said cocky he was going to win, and gesturing to your dad.

“Yeah we’ll have to see about that.”

With that the fight began. Your senses kicked in immediately. The vamp closest to you was inching closer while you talked with the head blood sucker, but you already sensed his next move. He went to grab you by the waist when you turned and crouched to the ground swinging your leg on the ground knocking out his ankles. Causing him to lose his footing and falling straight on his ass. Discombobulating him you took the opportunity to make a clean cut. Four to go.

Turning around to check on your dad you saw he had to put up a small fight before making a cut himself. Three left. You turned your focus on the leader vamp, but noticed he had motioned toward the other two men to step up and defend him. Wimp.

The two charged at you and your dad. The one coming at you went to take a swing but you dodged it like you had seen it coming hours earlier. You had a smirk on your face because you knew this would be an easy kill. He didn’t seem too happy about your cockiness and went to grab your arm. Once he had a hold, you smirked again and quickly moved to where his arm was twisted behind him and almost breaking with the angle you had it in now. You kicked out his knees since he was leaning forward trying to get control of his arm. Once on his knees you made the slice through his neck. Blood splattering a little on your face.

You turned to see that your dad had taken a different approach, but was still successful in the action.

Both of your attentions went back to the last vampire. One to go.

“Impressive. But you see I have the girl so any wrong moves and she’s dead.” He said.

“But you see I already have it mapped out on how I’m going to kill you without a hair on her head even being touched. So you can be smart and let her go and attempt an escape or we can just play out my idea. Choice is yours buddy boy.” You kept the smirk you had with the last two kills on.

You actually weren’t sure how you were going to get her out of this completely safe, but he didn’t need to know that. You were hoping he would take the bait and leave her and make run for it.

And that’s exactly what he did. He moved toward the door and quickly pushed the girl in front of him sprinting out. He wasn’t the brightest monster you had came across.

You ran ready to go finish the job now that the girl was out of harm's way. Your dad put a hand out to stop you.

“You stay and help her. I got the runner.” Your dad said.

Before you could argue he was already gone. If he wasn’t in such good shape, you would have ran ahead of him forcing him to stay with the girl, but you knew it would make him feel better if he did it himself.

“Hey, are you good? Can you tell me what happened exactly? Did they hurt you? Feed you any blood by chance?” you started the basic questions of a vampire hunt victim.

She was breathing heavy and her energy was one of someone in shock. “Uh n-no I’m fine. I think. I was in the room with the other girls when they started pulling us out. That girl was first.” She pointed toward the body on the ground. Crap, the other girl.

“She was screaming, and then it just stopped. That’s when they came to the room and pulled me.” She was starting to shake.

“It’s ok take your time. No one else is going to hurt you. We took care of all of them”

She could break down any minute, so you were getting whatever you could out of her until then.

“Um I uh… I c-came in and she was already on the floor and the men had blood on their faces. I freaked out and tried running but the one by the door stopped me. That was when the black haired one grabbed me and I screamed.” She took a deep breath. She was strong you could tell from her energy. She was fighting her nerves to get all the story out. “They started to touch me, and say all these comments about how I would be a perfect fit for their family.” She paused and let out another shuddered breath. “I screamed again, and that’s when you came in and he grabbed me.”

Your dad came in that moment. More blood on him before, which meant he was successful in finishing the job.

“That’s perfect honey. You told me just what I needed. Let’s go get those other girls out of here and get you guys home.” You said standing her up and giving her a small inspection to make sure there wasn’t something you missed.

After you got the girls free, you packed them in both you and your dad’s car. While you were handling that, your dad took care of the monsters bodies. There was still one part of the job that needed done that you dreaded. The girls body. You had to decide whether to throw it with the rest of the vamps and cover up all evidence, or leave her for the officials to find and take care of so her family could have some closure.

Once you had the girls secured and semi comfortable in the cars you met back up with your dad in the room where all the chaos went down.

“So what’s the plan?” you said squatting next to the body by your dad.

“I think her family deserves to bring an end to the thoughts of whether she is gone or not. At least that’s what I would want.” He didn’t look up but you looked over to him. You know how hard it was on him to find young girls like this gone from this world too soon. It made him think of you and your mom being put in dangers way all too often. You put a hand on his shoulder.

“I’ll go get some sheets to wrap her in.” you stood up and made your way to the exit.

About 10 feet from the door, a sharp shooting pain went through your temples causing you to double over and fall to the ground. You started screaming and grasping onto your head that was throbbing with pain.

Your dad got up and sprinted to you. “What’s going on? Kendall? Talk to me sweetheart? KENDALL? Come on!” he was freaking out not knowing what was happening.

Everything went white and then you saw a face. Why was this face familiar? That’s when it hit you. The night in your nursery. It all came back to you. From your mom walking in and being thrown to the wall, to you grabbing at the demon’s finger giving off the power you still didn’t understand. Once the scene ended that face popped back up, but this time it was looking right at you. The man with the white eye.

“It’s almost time Kendall. Almost time.” He said in a sadistic voice and the creepiest grin possible. Then it ended like a dream.

When you opened your eyes, you took in a deep breath not realizing you had been been holding it. You blinked rapidly trying to get your vision back, and saw an extremely worried face on your dad. He was holding you shoulders probably the only thing keeping you from falling to the ground.

“What is it sweetheart? What just happened? Talk to me?” he said fast and frantic.

“I-I don’t know. I had a vision of something. T-The night in the nursery. It’s like I was there to see it all myself…”

“What? Are you ok now? You looked like you were having a really bad migraine or something. Your eyes rolled back and went white. You scared me.”

“I think I’m good now.” You looked down and shook your head as if to try and shake off the pain that was still there.

You stood up with the help of your dad, legs shaking a little trying to gain your balance. Once on two feet, your dad looked you over.

“You sure your good?” he asked not fully convinced.

You were rubbing your temples and looking down trying to stop the piercing sound you heard in your ears. “Yeah I’ll be fine. I just need- DAD WATCH OUT-!” you had looked up mid-sentence to see the girl you presumed dead right behind your dad.

It was too late and she had already gotten a hold of him, ripping into his neck. Blood went everywhere. Including your face and clothes.

You acted fast and pulled her off of him putting your splitting headache out of mind. You quickly grabbed the small machete you kept in your boot and when to town. Since it was smaller, it took a couple of hacks to do the job. You looked down at the head and saw her teeth retract back into her skull.

You quickly ran back over to your dad and propped him up in your arms.

“Hey, hey! Come on stay with me now dad!” You were frantically trying to find something to stop the bleeding. She had managed to miss any major arteries, but he was still bleeding out from the large bite she left. “I’m so sorry I should have seen it coming… This is my fault!” you took your jacket off and applied pressure.

He reached up and held your cheek, and you leaned into it.

“Go take care of those girls. Look out for them. I love you, Kendall.” He gave you a small grin with the little energy he was quickly losing.

“No no no no no no dad, come on stay with me! Your going to be just fine! I promise! I’m going to make this better.” You were sobbing now. Tears were flowing freely and some were falling on his face. “Please dad! Please hold on!”

He started to wipe the tears off your cheeks. “This is not your fault, you hear me? You need to know that. I love you. Keep fighting for those you can’t ok?”

“Dad… Please…”

“Shhh.” His hand dropped slowly, and his breathing slowed down. “Always pick the good. Ok?” That was what your mom told you the night she passed too. “Ok, Kendall?”

You sniffled not wanting to let go. “Dad…”

In barely a whisper he said it again. “Ok, Kendall?”

You wiped some tears away trying to clear your glossy eyes, and sniffled again feeling his body get heavier underneath you.

“Ok. Ok. I love you so much.”

With whatever energy he had left, he used it to give you a final smile. With that he died in your arms.

You jolted up from your sleep in a sweat, and gasping for air. The last time that dream was that vivid was 3 months ago. Only once a month on the 19th do you actually see the demons face again. All the other times it's just you watching yourself fall to the ground while your father holds you.

Ever since that event  you didn’t do hunts outside of town. Heck you didn’t really leave town since then.

You were never the same after that day too. It changed you. You had a harder skin because of it. Didn’t let a lot of people in. What was to point of letting people in if you were going to lose them? You were more violent on hunts angry at all monsters for taking away both of your parents. You tried to learn how to make your gifts stronger so you can take out monsters easier. You were successful in becoming more powerful in certain senses, but you had a feeling you had a long way to go.

After that dream you tossed and turned all night. Eventually giving up and getting up and around 5 am. You looked over the case and waited until Rosie woke up and went over it with her then too.

She didn’t know that your nightmares had come back recently. When they first started she would hear you screaming from her room and would have to come in and calm you down. That went on for 2 and half months. When they stopped coming as often you told her that they had ended. She was losing sleep like you because of it and you felt bad. So you lied and told her you were fine. She knew deep down you weren’t telling the truth completely, but with everything thing that you went through, she didn’t push it.

Right now you needed to put on a face, and head to the station to handle the drunkard from last night. You have gotten really good at fake act. Also, you needed to look into the case and formulate a plan to empty out another vamp nest. Today was going to be another long day.

Part 7

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