#golddaggers fluff

[golddaggers]

little things

pairings: wanda maximoff x f!reader

warnings: none, really. just a lot of fluff

a/n: sO. @howardpotts​ dared us on our little discord to randomize marvel characters with halloween costumes and i got wanda and elvis and marilyn. i came up with this and i hope you like it!

word count: 800+, just a quickie to celebrate halloween!

ever since i got together with wanda, it felt as if i’d opened a new door to myself. she helped me discover new things about myself nearly all the time, i found myself liking exotic food and putting on pantyhose for fancy dinners. but this time… well, she certainly outdid herself, because, if anyone would tell me that i’d be wearing matching outfits, or just wearing a costume of any kind, i would straight up tell them they were insane. i was definitely not a halloween person. 

but alas, here i was, clad in marilyn’s famous white dress. i tried arguing that it would look a lot better on her than it was on me, but she brushed it off by saying my boobs were way nicer and fuller, it’d be a shame to steal from the world such sight. wanda could be very cheesy when she wanted - i wouldn’t have her any other way. from the moment i met her, i just knew i would end up falling in love with her. 

well... maybe i’m sugarcoating the story a bit. i didn’t know back then that i liked girls that way. nevertheless, the more we worked together, the more i looked at her differently. paid attention to tiny details: how she likes her coffee or the way she sleeps, all sprung out across the mattress. during one of our many missions together, i learnt wanda speaks when she sleeps - the first time i realised she liked me, it was about midnight, her soft breathing soothing as i read a book under the dim light of a lamp. the words seemed disjointed, that is until i heard my name, something along the lines of ‘stupid’ and finally ‘i like you. so much’.

days after we began dating, i found out about the dream it inspired me to pursue her. it is easy when you know you won’t be rejected. turns out, wanda dreamt we had a fight, about how careless i’d been, i laughed, even in her dreams i’m stubborn. then i asked why did she care so much, it led to her confession. 

even now, i couldn’t believe i had such an amazing person by my side. not only as the love of my life, but my best friend, my family, my everything. no single thought clouded my mind when it came to my feelings towards her. 

i sigh. watching as she finishes curling her hair, trying to style in a way she saw online. my girlfriend had a tight, white jumpsuit on, hugging her curves as if it’d been painted on her body. i have to refrain myself from going over and undoing all her meticulous work - if i’d have it my way, i would rip her clothes off and make love to her right there. smear her lips with my own blood red lipstick. 

“stop watching, bug,” wanda puts down the curling wand, seemingly satisfied with her results, “you know it makes me embarrassed when you watch me for too long.”

“you just look very nice, sweetheart,” her shiny smile makes my heart skip a beat, “if elvis looked just a teeny tiny bit like you, he’d be the most handsome man in the world.”

“silly.” 

“are you sure i look okay? i feel a bit exposed,” i pawed my own breasts, the dress’ wide rift showing too much of my own skin.

“nonsense. you look-” there’s a sudden quiet moment as she stands up, on her heels, she looks like a goddess, “-amazing. feels like that dress was made for you.”

i get up on my feet as well, still barefooted. a sweet smell lingers in the air after wanda sprays some on her neck, i don’t hesitate to go over to where she is, wrapping my arms around her, swooping the girl in my arms. nothing feels quite like home than the warmth of her embrace. i could be anywhere in the world, as long as i had her, i would be home. 

soft lips press gently to my forehead, a gentle whisper of ‘i love you’ fills my ears. i could burst from my emotions. never loved someone so much. never been loved by someone so much. if happy endings were real, she was mine. 

“we are so going to win this year!” the woman says, still refusing to let me go just yet, “i’ll rub our award right onto tony and pepper’s faces.”

“and you’re not at all competitive, right?”

her laugh makes me smile, absent-minded. a careless state of bliss. i steal a kiss, not minding that it’d ruin the perfect makeup she spent hours to make, despite my thoughts, she doesn’t push me off, so i kiss her even further, tangling my fingers into her curls, losing myself into the moment. i start to get handsy, that’s when she pulls me back, visibly out of breath. 

a frustrated groan slips from me.

“promise when we get back, i’ll make it up to you.”

“pinky promise?”

it’s wanda’s turn to steal a kiss, “pinky promise.”

[cl0udberries]

𝙏𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙛 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴!

𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿:

flawless [angst, fluff] @laheysdork

literally on my knees [fluff, tiny angst] @exclusiivelyd

sleepless nights [fluff] @katsu28

love language [fluff] @farfromharry

pretty boy [fluff] @velvetcloxds

hair [fluff] @smellslikemultifandomimagines

accent [fluff] @golddaggers

sharpies [fluff] @spiderwcd

the right person [fluff] @scoopsahoy

𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿:

making exceptions [fluff] @velvetcloxds

back hug [fluff] | soft [fluff] @smellslikemultifandomimagines

sort out your pack [fluff] @randomperson-351

overprotective [fluff, tiny angst] | jealousy [fluff]@teenwolffan-with-nolife

𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗺 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿:

stubborn [fluff] @xoxoavenger

stuffed animal [fluff] @smellslikemultifandomimagines

a vampire [fluff] @newmih

[ariwritessometimes]

Unfortunately, it’s that time again, folks. Wattpad plagiarism Alert!

Wattpad is an infuriating cesspool of plagiarism and fic theft. Some of them even proudly flaunt it. “None of these are mine, I got them from Tumblr, credit to the authors!” and other such nonsense.

Sometimes, I type in “from Tumblr” into the search bar (because apparently I like making my blood pressure rise), and here are the most recent results!

*Please keep in mind that there are many fandoms here that I am not personally apart of, so I am not familiar with many of these writers. If you have been tagged only because your url is one that used to belong to a fic writer, I apologize in advance. Additionally, I believe that the plagiarist may have incorrectly typed many of the urls, so I apologize if I am unable to tag everyone whose work was reposted.

EDIT: The first user seems to have deleted the entire account. This may be a case of repeat offender (delete when called out, only to start another), but we won for now! And rest assured, I’ll be keeping an eye out for any more reposters.

Additional Edit: More fic thievery for many in this list who write for someone called Corpse found here

To the following authors: Did you give Wattpad user jazmineeloll permission to post your works to the book “Multifandom imagines from tumblr”?

@corpseglider @struggling-with-time @thefanficmonster @artist-bby @packetofsuga @sloppythots-com @moonjelly-princesa @shelswrites @monsterenergysimp @storiesforallfandoms @ethanharli @toriswrites @babydollmarauders @dreamypeaches @outerbankswriting @angellissy @maybanksangel @storiesbymads @niklaus-the-mad @butgilinsky @misspankow @love-chx @halpertstuna @pankows-girl @jjmaybanksblog @gaudiumzuko @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo @sortagaysortahigh @mydogisveryadorbs @anonymous0writer @collecting-stories @calumbroutledge @countryclubstarkey @o-b-x @favefandomimagines @pagesandmagic @bolaurel @twinklelilstarkey @rekrappeter @mfmaddyperez @outerbanksjjforever @katieemylady @reid-fiction @thatfanficstuff @captainhotch @sapphicmsmarvel @just-my-fandom @gayprentiss @newyorkpenny @fandom-what-ifs @stxrrywildflower @spencers-renaissance @dreadpoetssociety @wtfevenismypage @reidgraygubler @criminallyimaginative @think-blot @veraiconcos @openheart12 @fanficbitch @imagineshere-forall @arganfics @groovygoob @fandomlit @infinitefandomimagines @ray-likes-reid @specialagentlokitty @winterscaptain @reidimagines @hurricanejjareau @rae-is-typing @make-me-imagine @murielthemagicalgirl @propertyofpoeandbucky @numinousher @floranceelanorax @zaynximagines @twohearts-hs @immajustreadwritereblog @dont-cry2020 @princess-smurphy @thewinchestergirl1208 @roseonhissleeve @stylesberries @alisonwritesimagines @i-write-fluff-not-tragedies @avenging-fandoms @bfharry @sunshine--temptress @neverneverlouisland @salsadips @sassylouisistheking @moon-light-babes @butterfern @yungbludz @nikka-v @lvstcd @perfectlywrongformend3s @blondedon @fictionalpeoplecompleteme @dangimagines @that-girl-who-writes-sometimes @midnight-lightning @itsjustjessieokay @marvelholland-blog @imaginethevampirediaries @golddaggers @miss-authorcita @teamkaiforever @clnriswood @malfoysdarkprincess @midnight-lightning @samdeancass @bonniebird @tvimagines221b @best-imagines @youlightmeupfinn @mysticalbanshee 

To the following authors: Did you give Wattpad user LeeJenoCutie permission to post your works to “Tom Holland & Peter Parker Imagines”?

@notpeterparker @tomnhaz @ultraspideysense-blog @trashinaglass

[thamuddagirl]

Take care of me

Request:

Summary: Y/N is part of the Avengers and guides the team through different missions from her room at the Avengers tower. After a long mission, Y/N tries to relax, since she’s been experiencing headaches that seem to get worse and worse after every mission. On her way back to her room, her peace and quiet get disturbed by her secretly favorite Asgardian.

Pairing: Loki x Avenger!Reader, Loki x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Wordcount: 1564 words

A/N: Hello my lovelies! I am finally back with a little one-shot that was requested for the ‘Revive the MCU’ Challenge. I would like to thank annon for sending in this cute idea! I hope I managed to write this in a way it was pictured in their mind. I hope you guys enjoy this one-shot. And I hope it’s not too cheesy! Let me know what you guys think!

My inbox is still open if any of you want to submit ideas for the ‘Revive the MCU’ Challenge (I think my inbox is acting a little weird, so don’t be discouraged to send in your request again if you have doubts about me seeing them!) 

Have fun reading, and stay safe! I love you guys!

“Where to now?” the voice in your ear asks you. Your eyes shoot across the different floorplans displayed on the computer screens. “Hmmm..” You softly hum as your mind races to figure out what the next move is.  Your eyes focus on the screen in front of you. “You’re on the second floor…” you mumble to yourself before closing your eyes to focus. “Steve, you’re on the second floor,” You raise your voice this time. “That means the stairs are on your right-hand side.” You wait for him to respond. “Okay, I got it.” He responds after a while. “Thanks, Y/N…” You hear through your earpiece as you stretch, “No problem, It’s what I’m here for.” You respond. “I know,” He starts, “but I truly want to thank you for being here for all of us. We wouldn’t be able to do this job without you Y/N.” A smile spreads across your face as you lean back in your chair, “Your welcome, Steve. Thank you for being here for me too.” You pause for a second before you hear someone else asking for your help. “Now go kick some ass, I’ll talk to you when you guys get back.” You try to quickly wrap up the conversation. “See ya then.” He responds before he turns off the signal. You turn your chair around and switch the floorplans, “Talk to me Nat,” you say while scooting closer to the desk.

You take out your earpiece and sigh. After guiding the group through the mission for two hours, they finally told you it was over and you could get some rest. You rub your head before getting up from the chair; you’re always left with a throbbing headache after a day of work. You decide to go make yourself a cup of tea and relax before the team comes back from the mission. You rarely leave your room when everybody’s at the tower, but you have a couple of hours before the group comes back. You grab one of your favorite books before making your way to the kitchen. You hum a tune as you make yourself a cup of tea, reading a few pages while the water is getting to a boil.

You pour the hot water into a mug and put in a bag of relaxing tea. You close your book and grab your mug after deciding to head back to your room. You walk through the corridor as the teabag soaks in the hot water. You quickly turn a corner before you suddenly see Loki standing in front of you “Holy-” you let out while trying to not spill your beverage everywhere. “Damn it, Loki.” you quietly mumble to yourself. “Hello to you too, darling.” Loki calmly says while standing up straight, with his arms behind his back. You swallow a lump in your throat. Loki’s sudden appearance has made you nervous; you’ve always had kind of a crush on him. You wrap your hands around your mug while staring at him, standing in front of you. He looks different without his signature Asgardian attire, but it doesn’t look bad. Even in a simple pair of jeans and a hoodie, he looks handsome. It almost makes you question if you like him better in a casual outfit.

“You look rather tired, darling.” His remark makes you snap out of your thoughts. You suddenly remember that you had promised both Tony and Thor that you would stay away from Loki. You also remember a set of rules that were set by Tony and the rest of the avengers. You clear your throat and say, “You’re not supposed to be here, Loki,” hoping to come across as serious and confident. He doesn’t give you much of a reaction. Instead, he just stares at you with the slightest frown. His gaze on you makes you nervous, “It’s forbidden for you to be on this floor of the tower.” You decide to repeat yourself in case he hasn’t heard you clearly. His lips curl into a smirk. “Oh, but there are a lot of things that are forbidden,” he begins, “but we both know that doesn’t keep me from doing them, does it?” His strong, confident gaze locks with your nervous glance, and you quickly decide to avoid any further eye contact and just go back to your room. “I’m just gonna…” you mumble as you shift your gaze to the floor, “go back to my room.” You move to walk past him, but he quickly steps in front of you.

“Back to that room already? Don’t you tire from staying in that proximity for the largest amount of the day?” He asks you. “Yes, I’m going back to my room.” You answer the first question. “And no,” you continue, “it doesn’t bore me if that’s what you’re asking. I enjoy it actually.” You don’t know where the confidence comes from, but you shift your gaze and look up at him. “Besides, you just told me I looked tired. So I think going to my room for some rest is gonna do me good.” You quickly shuffle past him and continue to walk down the corridor when you hear him call after you, “Too much astral projection without much social contact isn’t though, darling.” You stop walking and stand there for a while, thinking about what he just said. How does he know about your astral projection?  You hadn’t told anyone except Steve, mostly because you don’t know what your powers are exactly. You just know you have the ability to ‘visit places’ in your mind and see what’s going on there in real-time.

“I know what you’re thinking. How do I know, right?” You slowly turn to face him. “We possess the same abilities, Y/N. I can feel them.” He moves closer to you, “just like I feel that you are drained from any social contact. And…” he pauses and looks you straight in the eyes, “just like I feel that you don’t actually dislike me.” He’s right. You don’t dislike him, at all. You actually really like him, but given that you had a crush on him and that you were a really shy person, avoiding him seemed best. And when Thor asked you to avoid him, you actually had an excuse to do so. He’s also right about the social contact. You try to think about the last time you had really spent time with someone, and you realized that you haven’t for a long time. Aside from a few short conversations, you can’t really remember when the last time was you’d truly spoken to someone. Not to mention, you don’t even remember the last time someone touched you. You used to get hugged by Natasha or playfully pushed by Steve or Tony, but you can’t recall the last time that happened either.

You let out a yawn and rub your eye. “I’ll come out when my headache’s gone, there’s not anyone here to socialize with anyway.” You mumble before you turn around and try to walk back to your room for a second time. “I’m here.” You hear behind you. “Making up excuses is not going to help you Y/N.” You let out an annoyed sigh, “Leave me alone, Loki.” You immediately regret that the combination of your headache and his confrontation caused you to suddenly snap at him.

You suddenly feel extremely dizzy and stumble a bit. Before you even realize, you feel Loki’s hand on your shoulder. You’re so focused on his touch that you faintly hear him tell you something. You hear his voice echo in the distance, but you can’t make out what he’s saying. “Hmm?” you hum, in the hopes he’ll repeat what he just said. “I asked you if you were okay.” He tells you. You softly nod, “Yeah- Yeah, I’m fine.” You softly whisper while standing up a little more straight. You turn around and are met with his soft gaze. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I...” You softly trail off while staring into his eyes. You haven’t seen him look at someone like this before. And the fact that he was looking at you like this, made your heart flutter. You’re lost in his eyes when the burning headache returns again. You squeeze your eyes shut and bring the palm of your hand to your head to try and soothe the burning pain.

You feel Loki’s gentle touch on the side of your face; he guides your head up until you meet his gaze again. “It’s okay if you don’t know how to take care of this, Y/N.” He softly whispers as you subconsciously start leaning into his touch, “but at least allow me to take care of you.” All at once you find yourself leaning in while pushing yourself up on your tippy-toes. You close your eyes as you’re met with his soft lips. You bring your hand up to cup his face and feel his wrap around your lower back. You slowly break the kiss and look up at him before whispering, “Then take care of me.” He quickly picks you up and carries you bridal style, causing you to let out a squeak. “See? Was it that hard?” he sarcastically asks. “Oh, shut up.” You say as you playfully hit him in the chest.

Taglist: @howardpotts, @retrobhaddie, @cametobuyplums, @tranquil--heart, @caryswhogoesbothways, @golddaggers​

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[nmikaelsonimagines]

Me As A Writer Challenge

Tagged by @the-world-of-naiyara Thank you lovely!

What fandom/character do you like to write for the most?

As this is a Klaus blog, I’m going to have to go with Klaus Mikaelson!

How do you cope with writing blocks?

I usually do something else; either carry on with university work, or read a book of my own. I’m a massive reader so this usually helps.

How often your inbox is open?

Whenever the university work isn’t too much, and whenever I’m not having a bad time of it.

What is the post you found the hardest to write?

Perhaps not the hardest to write, but I remember being really stuck on Only If For A Night. But, luckily, I got that sorted. 

What topics are the hardest for you?

Probably anything sensitive; sometimes, they can relate to my own life and it can be a bit hard. 

Do you find it hard to say no to a request?

Yes! I hate saying no to things, which is why I set out my Rules and Guidelines so I could minimise the amount of times I have to say no.

How many requests do you have in your inbox right now?

None! (Would gladly take some)

What topics do you don’t want to write about?

I always say no to requests about cancer and suicide. Again, these are topics relevant to my own life, and not only that, I don’t feel like I can do them justice. 

What Tumblr writers do you like the most?

I don’t actually read a lot of other stuff, but @bonniebird @justfangstvdto and @golddaggers are the first people that come to mind.

How long the requests usually stay in your inbox?

That all depends on me tbh. At the moment, I’m about 2 weeks ahead in writing which is pretty awesome.

Do you prefer to answer the requests or to write your own ideas?

Definitely the requests! Although, I do have my own ideas once in a blue moon.

What are your top 5 most popular posts?

Of all time? I’m going with the imagines that have the most notes: Just Friends, Predatory, Reunited, Pregnancy and Only Trying To Help

Smut, humor, angst or fluff?

Fluffy angst (flangst?)

What are the works you liked writing the most?

This changes frequently. At the moment, the work I’m most proud of is Right Where You Left Me. 

Name some ideas your working on now.

Anything that has been requested recently has been written (and waiting to be posted over the next week), so nothing at the moment! 

[agent-styles]

repeating days | prologue (pt 1)

summary: you and the winter soldier run off with some of hydra’s money but things don’t go as planned. 

warning(s): a v mild thriller with some fluff 

word count: 2k

a/n: this is it !!! this is the first part of the prologue to my series that is coming in december 2019. this prologue takes place five years ago. i am ridiculously excited to share this with you, and i hope you like it. it serves as an entry to @golddaggers‘s ficstape challenge. it is based on taylor swift’s *chef’s kiss* “getaway car.” 

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” 

You rolled your eyes at his comment, like you haven’t been on more successful missions than him. You ran your hands over your dress and turned to the side to catch one last look at yourself in the mirror. You grabbed your clutch off of the sink and walked towards his voice. 

As you turned the corner you heard him whisper, “Damn,” under his breath. 

A smirk found its way onto your lips while you fiddled with the small, magnetic and potentially deadly devices in your clutch. You flutter your eyelashes up to meet his eyes and asked, “What, soldier? Have you never seen a pretty woman in a pretty dress?”

The Winter Soldier fell back into a lean to get an even better look at you, “None like you.” I blew his mind. 

He wasn’t wrong. Most of your outings didn’t involve a skin-tight black dress and heels that made your feet hurt just from looking at them. The two of you were lucky if you got an extra night in a disgusting motel room before getting called back to the compound. Luxuries like these were usually reserved for the higher-ups. 

You sauntered over to him and placed a hand on the door handle before turning to face him. You leaned forward until your lips grazed his ear, “You don’t look too bad yourself.” You lingered there for a little too long, so much so that you felt his smile against your cheek. 

You stepped away and took a quick glance at him. He cleaned up good for a guy who had to hide a metal arm under a suit. Lucky for him, all of the women and men at the party were on too high of horses to notice that he wore a black glove on his left hand. 

You swung the door open and stepped into the hallway, “To answer your question, of course I’m ready. I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time.” 

The Winter Soldier followed close behind you, “We both have.” You looked up at him and caught the faintest smile on his lips as he shut the door to your hotel room. 

He held his left arm out for you to take. You wrapped your right hand around his bicep and felt the metal shift to its new position. It would have been alarming to you had you not had plenty of direct contact with his arm in the past. You’ve learned not to fear it after many nights of him pulling you into his chest with that very arm. Even its inherent coolness didn’t alarm you anymore. 

The two of you made your way to the ground floor of the hotel. You lingered outside the entrance of the event room. Other guests walked by with their heads held high, clearly attempting to show their superiority before bidding on expensive items that will only collect dust in their mansions. When the final stragglers made their way into the room, you dug out the earpieces from your clutch and placed on in the Winter Soldier’s hand. His blue eyes met yours as you both secured the communication devices in your respective ears. 

“If anything goes against the plan, I’ll meet you by the south exit,” you told him as you secure your arm around his once again. 

He nodded and pushed his hair behind his ear, “Everything will be fine. We just need to get the money and get out of here.”

You sighed and leaned into the left side of the Winter Soldier’s body. His right hand found yours and he caressed the back of your hand with his thumb. That was all you needed. You stood tall and he took that as a sign to take the first step towards the auction room. 

You would have been lying had you admitted that you weren’t taken aback by the room behind those double doors. Everything looked like it cost a million bucks because it did, if not more. You blinked past your astonishment and lifted your chin, like all of the other people in the room. 

The two of you neared the table closest to the buyer that Hydra targeted. The Winter Soldier turned his head just enough for you to see his eyebrow raise in your direction. That was when you took the cue to trip over the carpet and dropped your clutch right at the unsuspecting target’s feet. The Winter Soldier chuckled and mumbled something like, “She’s so clumsy,” as you fiddled with your belongings on the floor. 

You gazed up at the man and pouted your lips, knowing exactly what you were doing. “I am so sorry, sir. I am always tripping over something,” you whimsically told him.

You leaned up so that you sat on your knees. You hand remained on your clutch on the floor. The older man reached out and placed his cold, wrinkled hand on your exposed shoulder, “It’s alright, sweetheart.” 

It took everything in you not to grab the man’s wrist and yanked him to the ground and plant your heel on his throat, but he probably would have gotten some twisted enjoyment out of it. You tore your view away from the man’s hand on your body and slid the magnetic devices out of your clutch and tossed them under the table. Of course the elderly man couldn’t hear them clink to the bottom of the table. He also had no idea that those same devices would enable you to hack into his bank account at the time of the sale. 

The Winter Soldier’s hand found your waist and helped you to your feet. You leaned into his side once again and sat down at your assigned table, which just so happened to be across from the other man. Actually, there was no coincidence when it came to Hydra; everything was calculated. 

Except tonight. 

The auction went off without a flaw. No one suspected a thing while you were on your phone during the most important piece’s sale. Once you were sure the money had been transferred to your account, you calmly placed your phone in your clutch. The Winter Soldier smirked and gently grabbed your hand and placed it in his lap. You squeezed his thigh as you sat taller in your seat. Nothing could stop the two of you after that. 

Once everything was said and done, you casually filed out of the room and made their way to their stretch limos. You and the Winter Soldier said goodbye to your feigned, new friends and strolled down the road, arm in arm, to your normal-sized, black car. 

The Winter Soldier opened your door for you and made sure your small train is in the car before closing the doors. You watched him jog around the car, smiling from ear to ear. You adjusted in your seat to face him. The Winter Soldier’s hand shook from excitement when he put the key in the ignition. You grab his shoulder and cheer, “We did it babe.” His thunderous chuckle vibrated the cool glass of the car windows. 

He revved the engine before his crystal blue eyes met yours and it felt like the world stopped. The two of you had never been that close to freedom, and you were running off the adrenaline like it would be snatched from you at any second. 

The Winter Soldier leans towards your, his right arm rested on the console. You met him halfway and your lips found his with ease. You melted into each other like never before. You placed your hand at the base of his neck and fiddled with the baby hairs there. He smiled against your lips and pressed his warm hand against your cheek. You took your right hand and shoved him in the shoulder, pushing him back into the seat. He pressed his red lips together and laughed. You settled back into your seat and watched the Winter Soldier floor the gas pedal. 

Once you were on the highway, you rolled down the windows. The wind in your hair was enough to shake some of the general nerves that Hydra was breathing down your neck. It was like the two of you were Bonnie and Clyde and the world was in your rearview mirror. The joy you felt when you looked over at the man, who had been used and abused for so long, smile as the wind rustled his hair was incomparable. In that moment, you were glad to have been some part of his happiness. 

The motel you checked in to wasn’t the best in the world but it did the job considering the circumstances.The Winter Soldier parked the car around back and slung the duffle bag, which you packed earlier in the day, onto his bed. The two of you changed into more casual clothes and fell back onto the springy bed in a fit of laughter. 

He pulled you closer to him, so you swung your leg over his torso and straddled him. He looked up at you in awe, “We really did it.” 

“Did you think I wasn’t going to get you out of there?” you asked him as you shuffled your hand under his shirt. He didn’t even react to the cold touch of your small hands against his skin; he was used to it by then. 

He sighed and grabbed your other hand and pulled it closer to his chest, “I wish I could have gotten you out sooner.” 

“We did what we had to do to get here, soldier,” you whispered. 

The Winter Soldier’s left hand moved up your arm, like he wanted to pull you down towards him, but the action was interrupted by a loud knock at the door. Neither of you jumped because you were used to bombs and gunshots. 

The Winter Soldier gently slid you off of his body and stood to see who had interrupted your special moment on one of the best days of your lives. You hugged your knees into your chest. He peeked through the peephole and his whole body shifted. His shoulders lifted to his ears and his left hand formed a fist. His blue eyes widened and met yours, “Y/n, I need you to go to the bathroom, lock the door, and climb through the bathroom window. Don’t look back.” 

You immediately straightened up and hopped off the bed, “What are you talking about?” 

The Winter Soldier raced to you, grabbed your face in his hands, and said, “I need you to trust me. Someone tipped them off. Hydra agents are right outside that door. I don’t know how they found us but they did. They’re only going to knock one more time before they knock down that door.”

Your eyes filled with tears, “I can’t leave you. Not after all of this.”

One escaped your eye and he wiped it away, “You’ve got me.”

“They’ll just wipe you again. It’s been too long since they’ve done it, and after this they won’t let you out of their sight.”

“It’s okay,” he solemnly said. 

“No,” you shake your head, “I can’t let you do this.” 

“Go, take the money and go. Go. I won’t let them get you again. If they have me, that’ll be enough.” 

With his hands gently resting on the base of your neck, he leaned in and captured your lips with his. That was when you let the tears fall. You tasted your tears against his lips, but they could have been his at that point. He let go of you and gently shoved you in the direction of the bathroom. You kept the door cracked just long enough to see the Winter Soldier mouth, “I love you.” 

Once the bathroom door was shut, you heard Hydra kick the door down. You sucked up your tears and climbed out of the bathroom window and ran to the car. You sped away from the scene and did exactly what he said; you didn’t look back. 

And that was the last time you saw him. He would never know that you were the one who turned him in. He would never know why you did it all, but he could if he thought about the first place he met you. Nothing good ever started in a getaway car.

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Goddess

An ‘Of Love And Secrets’ Drabble

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Killing two birds with one stone by writing this for @golddaggers writing challenge… hope you don’t mind!

Summary: Just a fluffy little filler :)

Warnings: Fluff, Light Language, PTSD & Abuse (briefly mentioned), and more Fluff ;)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Recommended song to listen to while reading- Goddess, by Avril Lavigne

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Steve and y/n had been dating for a couple of weeks now, and each time he took her out was better than the last. He made her feel happy. She thought she’d known love with he-who-must-not-be-named, but this was different. Before, it was like a million firecrackers going off all at once in her head, the feelings there all at once then suddenly, not at all. Now, it was like a campfire, slow, but sweet, and it made her feel warm all over.

After… him, y/n thought that she’d never love another, but Steve was the man of her dreams- everything she was looking for, and more.

Steve treats her like a goddess, always paying attention to the small details. He always knows the right thing to do, to say. When she’s feeling down, he’s the only one who can make her smile.

He thought she looked sexy, even when she showed up to his apartment in worn flannel pj’s, her makeup bleeding down her face. Steve had immediately made her cocoa and enveloped her in his arms until the tears dried and the nightmare stopped. Once she was calm, he kissed her softly on the forehead and whispered in her ear to tell her how beautiful she looked.

When they’d taken the next step in their relationship, he’d worshipped every little curve, edge, and mark she had.

Y/n never thought she needed love, but now that she had it, she knew she’d never let it, let him, go.

She used to stay in her apartment every night and get a head start on tomorrow’s agenda before heading to bed, but now, y/n spends most of her nights at Steve’s, safe in their small bubble. He’s there for her, through all her highs and lows, always giving and giving and giving, until he has no more left to give.

Kind, sweet, and caring; Steve treats her like a goddess.

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Katie’s 400 Followers Challenge

It’s here guys!! 400 Followers Writing Challenge!

Thank you to all of my followers, I never thought I’d get past 100 followers, let alone have 400! This is for anyone who would like to participate! This writing challenge consists of two categories: Character and Prompt. 

For the character, you can choose whomever you would like from the following fandoms: Supernatural, The Originals, Marvel Comics/Cinematic Universe, DC Comics/Movie versions, Young Justice, X-Men, Hawaii Five-0, Macgyver, NCIS (original, LA, and NOLA), Chicago Med, Chicago PD, Chicago Fire, and Criminal Minds. There are (probably) hundreds if not thousands of characters to choose from. 

For the prompt, you can choose the category: angst, smut, joyful, depressed, calm, crack, fluff, etc. You will tell me what kind of prompt you would like and I will give you a sentence starter/line to either start the fic or be put in somewhere in the fic you write. (Example: you choose angst, I give you the sentence starter- I can’t talk to you anymore. Goodbye.)

I will read every fic that gets sent to me and I’ll make an effort to comment on what I like from it. If I do not do exactly that within 24-48 hours, send me a message with the link to your fic and I will get right on it!! I need all fics by September 1st, 2019, 10 PM Eastern Standard Time.

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- You can request as many characters and prompts as you would like, but only in twos. Say you want six characters and their respective prompts, you request two at first, write those fics and then ask for more.

- The reason for the previous rule is that I want to get all of the fics you request. I don’t want ten people telling me they want five characters each then only giving me one or two fics by the end of the challenge!

- You can make the fic as long as you want it. My only request is that if it is over 400 words (see what I did there?) then you need to add a ‘keep reading’ tab.

- You can do any pairings you would like within the work. You are also entitled to cross categories, but I won’t be giving you a second prompt for it (i.e. You asked for an angst prompt and I gave you one but you add in an angry smut scene because you felt like it).

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 - You are allowed TWO do overs for the prompts if you do not like the one I give you. After two, you are stuck with the one you got. 

- The day these fics are due is SEPTEMBER 1st, 2019. You can start your fic as soon as you get the prompt back from me! All fics are due to me by 10 PM Eastern Standard Time.

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cruel summer

pairing: thor x reader;

warnings: well there are some mentions to smut but nothing explicit. maybe some curse words. nothing too extreme. 

a/n: okay so i am drunk and secretly on my mum’s laptop. forgive me any mistakes on it? i guess? and i’m breaking the dry spell on this blog!!! sheesh. i hope y’all like it and send me some feedback. it’s nice, really. 

word count: 2,8k+ i think

[summer]

The first time it happened was unintended. Drinks at the bar after a long, long day, a lot of careless flirting that turned into making out and eventually lead to where I knew I'd always end up: his arms.

In my defense, how was I supposed to say no to Thor? Say no to the gentleman he always was with me, a comforting hand always heavy on my shoulder when I needed it? Heck, how would I deny someone who would seek after me once we weren't in the battlefield just so he knew I was alright? I couldn't.

And of course, I wasn't going to be the one refusing that gorgeous man. So tall, so wild. Everything I wanted. Everything that seemed so out of reach.

But I should have found the will to say no. It was insane. We worked together, damn it. Given, we were both a little alcohol intoxicated and with a pent-up energy that was desperate, clawing its way out of our bodies. Nonetheless, by the end of the night we agreed, between shared breathy laughs in the dark, that we wouldn't do it again. That it was the sensible thing to do.

Lord knows what'd happen if Tony were to find out about this one night stand. We were lucky enough nobody saw us heading back to my apartment, a rented place in Cornelia Street. It was small and somewhat messy, still, the place was enough for the two of us. We christened every single room that night, ending sprawled on my bed, chuckling at our recklessness.

Being around him was easy as gasping for air. Plus, how can I say it? Thor had skills no man before him had showed me. Even the smallest of thoughts about it sends shivers down my spine. I indulge my mind then, contemplating on how easy it was for him to pick up on my tastes. He definitely spoilt me to other men in that aspect. Some others too.

I woke up in the morning after feeling sore everywhere. My legs felt as if they didn't belong to me any more, so I limped my way into the kitchen, finding him in nothing but black underwear. I was suddenly very conscious about my nudity, which was brushed off when he came to me, a childish grin followed by a peck on the cheek.

At that moment, I hoped we could really just keep this as a dirty little secret. It wouldn't happen again, we agreed, so we might as well linger a while longer. Enjoy whilst we could.

How wrong I was, though. Nearly every night along that summer, we kept finding our way towards each other, sloppily kissing while our bodies were one. Surrendering to an overwhelming desire that crept inside us. It felt like he was a strong magnetic force that kept me bound to him.

The bliss came to an unexpected halt when I saw him entirely invested in a conversation with somebody else. I was aware that I was in no place to be jealous, but she was so beautiful. The straight blond hair falling scarcely to the middle of her back, green eyes sparkling with the won interest of him. Body curved like an hourglass. My heart clenched, uneasy. I couldn't control it, not now.

I felt so silly to have trusted our rushed promises between the snaps of his hips against mine. It was obvious he didn't care about me like that, the crazed, jealousy infusing kind of way.  What in Heaven's name was I doing anyway? Was I out of my mind?

It was cruel to have allowed myself to do this. And stupid. We both agreed to no-strings-attached and here I was, so damn knotted. Sinking deep into something with no future. Typical me.  

From a distance, I watched as his eyes followed me out of Steve's birthday party, forcing myself to run to the back yard. I couldn't be around him. Couldn't let him see how wrecked I was.

The grass was wet below my bare feet when I took off my heels, throwing them to the side. At this point, I could feel the alcohol effects clouding my brain, I needed some time to calm down, to get my shit together.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" His hand was warm on my shoulder, "You left in a hurry."

I was sitting on a cold swing, my head resting against the chain. Green grass pickled my feet, it grounded me to the present. To what was truly happening. I often slipped into my thoughts, blocking out everything else.

This was a moment I wanted to keep.

"I'm fine," I shrugged, croaking out a response, I didn't want him to know I was crying, "I mean it. I just needed to catch some air."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, Thor, I am," Wiping away the tears discreetly, I hoped my puffy eyes would go unnoticed, "You don't have to worry about me."

There was a shift in his breath, a low chuckle, and he stood before me, one hand cupping my cheek. In that position, he looked even more massive than he already was and it made me feel tiny, meaningless.

Molten deep blue bored into my soul when I dared to look up at him. He was lost, unsure what to say, how to deal with me when I was like that. I knew Thor didn't want to hurt my feelings or burn the bridge that kept our friend in place. He was scared. Just as I was.  

"I always will." Thor whispers then, deep and certain, "We are, as you say it, screwing things, are we not?"

"What do you mean?" My mouth suddenly feels dry.

"This, being together-"

"The thing is, we aren't," A huff slips from me, "We aren't together, Thor. Isn't that what we agreed? That it was too risky to date?"

"I recall us saying we would test things, that this… It was a trying out."

I got back on my feet then, his figure still dwarfing me. There was no refraining on touching him, my hand gently palming his strong torso, avoiding his eyes - Yes, we would try to make it work. But could we? It was easy to destroy everything at this point.

The thought of breaking up with him, severing the ties that bound us together… I don't think I would ever fully recover. It wouldn't ever be the same. That heartbreak was the kind time couldn't ever mend.

Thor was so gentle when he lifted my chin, I melted into him, a smile pulling up the corners of my lips.

"Do you want to leave this party? Go somewhere else, just the two of us?"

"What if somebody sees us?" Anxiety peaked, sweat hoarding under my bare armpits, "You know how they can be with inside dating."

A laugh fills the buzzing silent night, cutting through the insistent crickets' sound. He tugs me even closer, arms around my waist lifting me up off the ground just a hair. With forearms bare, I could feel the full extent of his sizzling skin on mine.

Our lips brush in a tender kiss, it's quick and soothing. In that moment, I feel I would stay there forever.

Wind stings my cheeks and the sky cracks. I chuckle, cocky. It feels nice to know I evoke such strong emotions on him. Powerful, even.

"Let's leave. Now," A subtle command underneath his composed voice, "I cannot…"

I tilt my head, feigning curiosity, which is dismissed as fast as it came. The night breeze dips colder, my body starts to shiver, he can notice very well how I am in need of warmth. Likewise, I notice what he means. The reading between the lines. I smile.

We leave, then. Sneaking out from different places. I tell Natasha I feel a little bit under the weather, I blame the glasses of champagne. She seems to believe. I don't know what Thor tells the others. It doesn't matter.

Later, I am pouring myself some water. Chilled, I am thirsty for it. Thor's still half asleep in the bed, snug to one of my pillows. There's this urge, for me to watch him, to observe the soft creases by his eyes, so peaceful. Not the warrior I know, just a man. A tired man.

He's been through so much.

My lips, they're still rather swollen, press against his forehead. He sighs, tightening his arms to the soft of the pillow, mumbling for me to get back. It's cold. It's late. I indulge, finding my place amidst his arms.

Yes, I would stay forever.

If he'd let me.

[late fall]

The nightclub was trembling with the loud song. It had been Wanda's idea. A celebration for Tony and Pepper's engagement. She held a strong point, we needed a break, all this pressure on fighting had taken its toll, each and every one of us were in need of a light gathering.

Brown leaves floated around me. Alcohol pumping through my veins. I needed air, needed to think. For about a month now, Thor had been gone. Said he needed some time to think, to gather himself after losing his brother. I understood. Of course.

Only after I heard that Jane had returned to the United States I truthfully comprehended. It was never about Loki, no. He needed to find out if he had got over his ex and that reached my gut like a sharp knife.

That is why you should never cultivate hope. It's deceiving and impelling to get you hurt. To be surrounded by the knowledge I was his band-aid… That forced tears to cloud my vision. I had to end this. Everything.

My tiny black dress didn't do much for the fall weather, but it took me several minutes to realise I was shaking from the cold, not my compulsive crying. I wanted to go home, so I did. Tugged Nat by the elbow, she seemed worried, though she didn't ask why my eyes were puffy and tiny mascara lines stained my cheeks. I told her to send Pep my apologies.

Leo greeted me when I returned home, his bright orange fur tickling my calves as he rubbed himself into me. Poor thing, he wasn't used to me being gone for so long. I had found him not shy from two weeks and, in the meanwhile, hadn't picked up any new missions, hence all my time was for him.

It clicked, at that instant, work was my way out of this situation I threw myself in. Plus I was sure kicking some douchebag's ass would at least make me feel avenged. I'd pretend it was him.

"Your mama will come back to you," I murmured, already tucked into my bed, my cat's green eyes staring at me in plain curiosity, "Be sure of that."

Next thing I know, I'm in a different state, running. Trouble followed wherever I went, so I was counting on that to find some sort of peace of mind. To let all my insecurities behind. And it sufficed.

At first, anyway.

Tony would call Friday evenings, surprised that I had finished things already. To be fair, I trained for this, a warrior's mind prepared to find the best solution in the smallest of time. My father, should he be alive, would be proud.

Hotel rooms were passive, cold. I hated being there, the neat wallpaper and golden furniture. Only during those nights, in which I wasn't tired enough to ignore my surroundings, I would think of him.

In my memories, it came his smile first, a hand stretched before me so we could dance in the middle of my living room, under the pale light of the moon sneaking past the window. I felt so safe then. Laughing like a child.

Eyes closed, my mind drifts. I see everything and I cry. No one cares if I am loud, so my sobs fill the room, the pillows being thrown away. I hated that I allowed myself to be led on, to be a mere, ordinary replacement.

My phone lit in the black, a few nights later, a single text showed. Come back. That simply wasn't enough now.

[winter]

Reality sinks in at ease, my entire body aching. Last thing I remembered was being in a fight. Two guys, maybe three. I knew I could take them, wouldn't have said yes if I assumed otherwise. Or maybe I was being extra reckless.

Either way, it came with a price. A deep pungle of a knife, just below my ribcage, I was lucky to be back in New York, lucky to find in me to call Steve, lucky that he picked it. Crimson red pain washed through me, I lied still in his arms.

After, all turned into a blur. There were bright, white lights above. A clean, septic-smelling room. Slouched on the couch, long legs pried open, Thor slept. So alike to my dreams, I deemed to be asleep.

The soft grunt of pain spilling past my lips woke him, deep blue into me. I looked the other way, this was much harder.

"Why… I tried talking to you."

"I know," My voice is coarse, I must have been asleep for hours, "I didn't want to hear you. Didn't want to face reality."

He stands, mighty, handsome.

"What reality?" A wrinkle appeared between his eyebrows, he's confused, I realise, "Birdie, tell me."

"Don't call me that," I frown, it's much too intimate, "Not when you are about to break up with me. I know about Jane."

There's a moment of stillness, Thor doesn't come any closer to my bed. Confusion switches to a hint of anger. I feel he's about to say I am not entitled to say anything about Jane when I called Steve first. Steve, my old crush. His friend. He doesn't like to know he was the last to be aware of my injuries.

Or at least I think he feels this way.

"What about Jane?" He asks then, a large hand grasping one of my own, "I have the right to know," His voice is soft, "Please."

"I heard Pepper telling Nat. I just… Well, you were always so in love with her!" Shameful tears escape, "I thought…"

"Thought she would come back and I would open my arms to someone who left me?" Bitterness soaks his remark, "Look at me," It's childish, but I don't, I want him to touch me, to smoothly grip my chin and make me look at him, which he does, rough fingertips just right on my skin, "I should have made it clear that all I wanted was to be with you. From the beginning. Somehow I think all of this is my fault-"

"Thor…"

"Let me," Thumb strokes my cheekbone, I nod, "It is my fault because I let you think I was not serious about this. My fault I complied to your request to keep it between us."

The thrum of my heart intensifies, I can feel it on my ribs. Never in my life someone had made me so nervous, anxious. I have isolated myself, pushed him out of my life, yet, here he is, apologising for something that wasn't his fault.

I wanted to hug him.

"This time away helped me to realise I am very serious, because all I could think about, dream about, was you. Little and armourless in my arms," Blue flickers, it's bright, shiny, a sea in daylight, "I love you. And I am sure that is the worst thing you have ever heard."

A smirk crosses my face, I can't help it. There's nothing I can say. I whisper, like a secret, a confidence, that I love him too. Have been loving him for quite a while. It was torture being away from him and I meant it.

Nobody could convince him to leave, not when the nurse came to change my bandages or Tony swung by to talk. Our hands rested intertwined the whole time.

Track of time was something we didn't focus on. I cried at some point, regretting the way I acted. It was my tendency to break things I loved, to be insecure they'd leave anyway then taking one step in advance. It's better to leave before you get left.

Thor comforted me, pulling me to lie closer. The bed was small, so we had to be super snug to one another. I wasn't complaining. I missed the warmth. Missed the light conversations.

We filled in the blanks, talked until we could do nothing except enjoy the nice silence. Sleeping together. An old, yet renewed, intimacy.

Now I was sure I'd stay there forever.

"Promise?" The sun was peeking through the curtains, I was still sleepy, soft between his arms, "Promise you will stay forever?"

I smile, eyes closed still, a syrupy happiness spreading as fast as the daylight embalming us.

"I promise," It's hushed, meant for him, "Forever. All your summers."

A happy, smooth laugh slips from him, Thor brings me closer, a tight embrace. I feel, after everything, truly happy. A cruel summer, a happy winter.

There was no doubt from this forward, they'd all be happy. I was certain, that was everything I needed from him to completely surrender. Certainty.

I surrendered.

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“No fucking way.” / Doll / Cinema / Fainting / “You have been... chosen. Yes. Chosen.” / Endgame / Crying / Angst / Fluff / “This is awesome...”

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Fanfic Recs | January 2018

Despite me being a writer of two fandoms (for now) I enjoy reading stories from several fandoms,  these might variate from month to month, but they might not. We´ll see.

If there is a fic you want me to check out, no matter what fandom go here

If you are on this list and don´t want to be on it (no hard feelings if you do) let me know and I will remove you promptly

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Without further ado, here are the incredibly talented writers with their stories...

SUPERNATURAL

✩ “Can’t….Won’t…Oops” by @kittenofdoomage  (Crowley x Reader) **

I mean, do I have to say more than hot smut with the King of Hell?? I don´t think so. Go on, treat yourself with this one ;)

✩ “Shy Guy” by @luci-in-trenchcoats (Jensen x Reader)

Shy/midlife crisis Jensen is so adorable I can´t.. Also I really enjoy Jared´s more or less gently push into the right direction. And the fast forward is a lovely ending to a great oneshot! 

✩ “Family Reunion.“ by @supernatural-imagine (John & daughter!reader)

Dropping a bomb like this on a birthday...whew! But this one is so incredibly well written, especially well-paced, and it´s definitly my favorite John fic at the moment! Definitly worth a read.

This months series:

✩ “When you least expect it” by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (Mechanic!Dean x Reader) **

Like it is stated in the masterlist, this is a rollercoaster of emotions, rangeing from fluff to angst to smut - everything you heart desires. So, buckle up and enjoy the ride! You won´t be dissapointed!

TEEN WOLF

✩ Inside of Me by @christinalibertymikaelson (Peter x Reader )

This one was written by my dear pal Chrissy, who managed to make me like Peter with this awesome two-parter even though Peter isn´t one of my preferred characters. Do yourself a favor and check it out!!

✩ pick me, choose me, love me by @golddaggers (Stiles x Reader)

Pals... this one is so heart-wrenching and heavy on the emotions front, it´s incredible. It gives a lot of inside into the readers mind, which I throughly enjoy and it´s so refreshingly different, I really adore it! Also the first line? Perfection.

✩ Silence by @honeymoonmuke (Stiles x Reader)

This one really captures to bittersweet feeling moving on from your familiar surroundings, and that, I think, is quite hard to do. Also, I absolutely adore the Readers and Stiles´ friendship! That´s how friendship should be!

This months series:

✩ “Wait in Line “ by @helplesslyinlovewithcharacters (Derek x Reader)

I am a sucker or friends turned lovers scenarios, and this is no different!! I love the dynamic between Derek and the reader and the angst thrown in between the fluff. Definitely a must-read!!

MISCELLANEOUS

American Assasin: 

✩ “The Recruit” (series) by @were-cheetah-stiles (Mitch x Reader) **

I love Mitch to bits, so of course I had to include this still on going masterpiece. This series has it all pals. Suspense-packed action and fighting scenes, incredibly hot smut and a badass power couple. What are you waiting for? Give it a read!! 

The 100:

✩ "Drunk and Disorderly” by @theadventures-of (Bellamy x Reader)

I would love to see the characters have a little downtime like described in this fic. What´s better than a little drunk truth or dare, eh? And Bellamy of course, was charming as usual.

[roseringleader13]

Only Fools Rush In - Mitch Rapp - Chapter 1

Author: Roseringleader13 Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader Word count: 1650 Warnings: None Summary: After losing her mother and brother in a random shooting 17 years ago, the reader has fallen into a basic routine. Get up, go to work, sneak away to ruin her uncles business as revenge for killing her brother and mother to tie up loose ends, go back to work, go home, and sleep while being haunted by the memory of seeing her family die. Her uncle doesn’t know that she’s been sabotaging his work, nor does the man who was hired to take her uncle out, Mitch Rapp. After meeting him, unaware that he is going to be using her to get close to her uncle, will she eventual tell him the truth and try to hold onto a love she wasn’t expecting, or will she take him out for getting in the way of a revenge she’s spent the last 6 years planning and conducting? A/N: So this is the first time in a while that I have decided to try and write a series again and this is set after the events of American Assassin. I have @golddaggers to thank for reading over the first chapter for me and convincing me that I needed to post it rather than have it collect figurative dust inside my laptop. I would really appreciate feed back you guys so please let me know what you think!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can’t help falling in love with you Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can’t help falling in love with you

Those were the lyrics that you would hear in every dream. The soft hum of your mother’s voice as her thin and delicate fingers would strum the strings of her guitar, the antique instrument passed down from woman to woman in your family. You could still remember the way her beautiful and wavy auburn hair would flow gently in the soft Autumn breeze as those luscious locks would sometimes blend in with the leaves behind her as you would look up at your mother from your young height as she sat on the bench. Her eyes would match the sky above you, seeming so bright and so happy as she sang to you, her youngest daughter and your brother, her eldest son. More often than not, you and your mother would be wearing identical dresses that would flow around your knees while covering the length of your arms. It was a soft green today, much like the rare moss that would grow on the sides of trees just as the sun would shine down on the plant with early morning rays.

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be

The dream was always a bittersweet moment. For a time, your sleep would be peaceful and soft as it played inside your mind’s eye. Your y/h/c would always be tied up in an adorable set of pigtail braids, y/e/c would be staring at your mother in complete wonder as she sang, tiny hands playing with the edge of your skirt as you listened on baited breath for each word and note to come from her. Your brother would always be in a white dress shirt and be wearing a pair of faded but loved blue jeans, loafers covering his young 13 year old feet compared to the soft ballet shoes on your 7 year old feet. It was always so peaceful and perfect.

Take my hand Take my whole life too For I can’t help falling in love with you Until the gunshots rang out. Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be

Then everything was chaos. Your brother was screaming at you to run while blood dripped from the corner of his now stained lips. Each time, your mother's body would be slumped backwards, blood slowly running down the front of her face from that small hole in her forehead, guitar limp in her arms while the back of her head was blown out. If you didn’t see the back of her, nor the blood and small bullet hole, you could have sworn your mother was simply asleep.

Take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can’t help falling in love with you For I can’t help falling in love with you

It all happened so fast, the screaming from both yourself and passing patrons in the park along with more gunshots ringing out among the once peaceful little forest area. You honestly couldn’t remember how you survived nor could you remember anything after it. One moment you were listening to your mother sing, then your brother screamed for you to run, then you were sitting on that old and bent leather couch that belonged to your Uncle Michael, the child services handing over the adoption paperwork. Right as your uncle would crouch down and lay a hand on your small shoulder, whispering softly that everything would be alright, you would wake up.

Cold sweat would be drenching your y/s/c pale form as you forced yourself up from the bed, head throbbing in pain as your hands tried to find some kind of purchase on the bedside table so you could stand up. Those dreams always exhausted you each morning despite it having been 17 years since the day your mother and brother were murdered in cold blood on that gentle Autumn afternoon.

Stumbling towards the bathroom in your small one bedroom apartment, a loud meowing sound came from the little black ball of fluff you had named Mystic, clearly thinking it was time for breakfast despite you always taking a shower first. You knew you needed that shower more than normal since the moment you saw the dark bags under your eyes that would need lots of makeup to hide, and the way that there were scratches all over your arms from fighting yourself in your sleep. So Mystic would have to wait just a bit longer. That cat never did respect your schedule, which was always the same.

Wake up in a cold sweat. Shower. Eat breakfast and feed the cat while in a towel. Go get dressed. Grab your purse and keys. Lock up your apartment. Head down to the flower shop next to your apartment building and help water the flowers since Ms. Dunbar couldn’t move around as well as she used to. Accept the homemade cookie from her after you were done. Go to the bookshop right around the corner. Slip on your badge showing your employment there. Stock the shelves. Disappear and tell your boss you got distract reading in the back for a good 4 hours. Sit at the front desk since he would finish the stocking. Sit there for an hour. Wish him a good evening as you headed home. Tell Ms. Dunbar to have a good dinner as you pass by her. Go into your apartment and eat dinner. Slip into pajamas. Do research on your laptop until 1 in the morning. Finally go to sleep.

However, you didn’t expect your schedule to be thrown for a complete loop later that day while at work.

It was when a low and gruff, but somehow comforting voice, caused you to look up from the book you had hidden under the counter. Y/h/c swished around your shoulders at the sudden movement, having cut it into a short style about 10 years back, y/e/c meeting a soft honey- no whiskey colored iris. Dark brown hair was brushed into a typical style of spiky but soft on top of his head while moles were just barely hidden beneath the thin layer of scruff that danced along his jaws structure that would could probably cut glass. The more you looked at him, you took note of the small scar on the tip of his nose near his right nostril as well as the dark t-shirt that hugged each set of muscles this man clearly had. Especially based on how his biceps seemed to fight the edge of the material and his chest was just the right amount of bulked in your opinion.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t hear you.” You admitted bashfully, a shy smile tugging at your lips as you stood up straight and apologized once more for the inconvenience.

“It’s alright. Clearly whatever you’re reading under the counter must be good if it distracted you that much. I asked if you had the sequel to this book somewhere in this shop. I haven’t been able to find it anywhere else yet.” He repeated, giving a lopsided smirk on those pink lips as he held the book out to you once more, your eyes taking note of how large and veiny them seemed before taking the literature from him.

“I’ve been a fan of the classics since I was a child. I was rereading Beowulf.” You admitted, looking over the title of the book he handed you, typing it into the computer to see if you did actually have a copy of the sequel. If not, you could always offer to lend him your personal copy…might give you a reason to see this man again.

“Any luck?” He asked after a long pause of silence between the two of you, having leaned against the counter as you were searching, unaware of how his eyes seemed to skim over your figure almost appreciatively.

“No we don’t have a copy. But…if you like, I could lend you my own personal copy of it. Give me a reason to see you again since not many men who catch my interest come in here.” You said confidently, giving him a playful smile as you handed his book back to him, trying to hide the pink that threatened to appear on your cheeks when his fingers brushed against your own and that smirk turned into a grin on his face.

“Well I wouldn’t want to disappoint a cute girl by never coming back now would I?” He asked, tucking the book under his arm as he leaned against the counter once more.

“If you come by tomorrow, I can give you the copy and you could easily return it when you’re done. I work here every week day.” The words just tumbled from your lips smoothly, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned towards him yourself, enjoying the light but completely obvious flirting that was going on between the two of you.

“Consider it done…” He trailed off, raising an eyebrow as he waited for your name.

“Y/F/N.” You replied, giving him your first name as you held your hand out for him to shake. “And you are?”

“Mitch.” He replied, reaching forward and shaking your hand, the firm grip making goosebumps cover your skin. “I’ll see you tomorrow, y/f/n.” He added, winking before turning and walking out of the shop, not hearing the soft sigh that left your lips as you enjoyed the sight of him walking away.

Maybe having things disrupt your normal pattern wasn’t always bad…you might feed Mystic first before taking a shower in the morning.

[uhohnotthisagain]

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Shattered Glass: Two

Bruce sat by your bed every day. At least for a couple hours. Sometimes, you were awake but more often, you were asleep. Today, you were asleep and he was disappointed. 

Yesterday, he’d had a conversation with you he was still thinking about. You’d challenged the book he was reading. No, you hadn’t challenged it. You’d stripped it down to its base components and systematically destroyed it. It had been mind-boggling. You’d remembered entire passages. But every day you talked to Bruce was the first day. 

Sometimes, there were flickers of recognition in your eyes but mostly, it was polite befuddlement when someone asked if you remembered them. The only thing you seemed to remember was every book you had ever read. Tony was still working on getting the friend that had taken over your shop to come to visit. Or to let you visit. The Avengers got the idea that that friend, probably wasn’t much of a friend and they were collectively disappointed and, as days went by, they were running out of ways to help you recover your memory. 

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” Bruce murmured, “If it weren’t creepy, I’d kiss you.” He snorted at his own joke and settled back in his chair. He smiled a little and squeezed your hand, watching as you stir a little. 

You open your eyes slowly and sigh, looking at the wall near your bed. They put up a dry erase board with the date, where you are, and who’s sitting next to your bed. “Are you Bruce?” you ask yawning, wincing as you sit up. “Yes,” he answered smiling a little. “Then who am I?” you ask confused. Bruce frowns a little. That doesn’t happen often but it usually means you’ve been dreaming. “Y/N,” he says gently, “Your name is Y/N Y/L/N.” You nod and look around. You look dazed, kind of dreamy like you aren’t sure you’re awake. “Am I allowed to leave this room?” you ask looking around.

“Where do you want to go?” Bruce asked softly. Out look out the window. Snow is falling softly and the weak afternoon sun is shining. “Just... Outside,” you say. Bruce frowned. Your physical body was still fragile. Very Fragile. All the time you spent stuck in bed had left you weak and atrophied.  “You’ll need a wheelchair,” Bruce said, “And some warm clothes.” You nod, “Please?” Your voice is small and lost. Today, he doesn’t know where you are in your head but you’re not the same girl that cheerfully dismantled Bruce’s light reading. He squeezes your hand, “Can you stay awake until I get back?” he asks. You nod and smile a little, “I can if you let me borrow your book.”

Bruce chuckles and hands it to you before leaving to arrange a wheelchair and to find Natasha. He knocks on her door gently and the spy opens it, looking sleepy. Beyond her, Clint is sprawled face down on the bed and snoring. “Banner,” she said smiling a little, “Need girl advice or someone to distract Tony?” Bruce snorted, “Warm clothes. Something that will fit Y/N.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow and Bruce felt his cheeks color, “She’s not a prisoner. And she asked to go outside.” The spy nodded, “I’ll go with you,” she said turning to go and get some clothes you could wear. A warm coat, a hat, and scarf. Jeans, a hoodie. some fluffy socks and some boots. Together they walked back to medical to bring you the clothes. Natasha makes Bruce wait outside and helps you dress carefully. You’re mostly biddable and pliant. Feeling too awkward to really say much but. The Spy’s touch is professional and clinical and that helps. Once you’re dressed your legs dangling off the edge of the bed, Natasha and Bruce help you into the chair to take you outside. You’re polite to everyone that stops to talk, but quiet. You don’t know where you are, nor really who anyone is. Outside though, feels familiar.

Cold air caresses your cheeks and clears away some of the fog and as you stare up at the sky, snowflakes catching on your eyelashes and kissing your nose, you remember a sled. Bruce and Natasha are both quiet, watching you carefully. “I went sledding on a day like this once,” you whisper. The words are so quiet but they startle the two Avengers standing on either side of you. “How old were you?” Natasha asked, smiling a little. Your brow furrows and Bruce feels his heart crack a little bit, “I don’t know... But my hat had a red pom pom thing on it.” you say. You reach a bare hand out and gently scoop up some of the snow you can reach. It’s light. Fluffy. The giant flakes that saunter down. You smile a little and blow, watching the flakes scatter like dandelion fluff. 

Natasha pulled out her phone and takes a discrete picture, adding it to the group chat.

Steve. Get your Sheild. We’re going sledding.

Even outside, the raucous cheer that goes up makes the three of you turn. You look around confused and the spy smiles, “How do you like hot chocolate?” she asked, resting a hand on your shoulder. “I think I like it,” you answer. “Good,” she said fondly. 

It didn’t take long for the Avengers to Assemble. Tables and chairs, sleds, hot chocolate. Steve and Tony bickered about the best hill to use and Bruce pushed your chair over to where you could watch and be a little sheltered from the wind. Clint loped over to Natasha with a lazy smile and kissed her hello. “Tasha, I thought we weren’t allowed to go sledding after the last fiasco,” he said fondly. Natasha shrugged, “Y/N remembered sledding. I thought it might help jog something else if we went.” Clint nods and holds out his hand, “Clint,” he said smiling. You take his hand and shake it, “Thank you,” you murmur. Practically all of them had been introduced to you. Time and time again. You knew you couldn’t remember and it was frustrating. 

“How is Y/N going to go sledding?” Clint asked, rubbing the back of his neck, wandering a little away with Natasha, watching as Bruce carefully handed you a hot chocolate, looking like he wanted to adjust your scarf or tuck a blanket around you. The spy stops and slowly hangs her head, “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” Clint snorted, “Unless you wanna just shove the chair down the hill, we should probably figure out who’s gonna hang on to her.”

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[clnriswood]

VOID/STILES X READER

OUR LITTLE SECRET

part 12

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a/n: TWO PARTS LEFT AFTER THIS, GET READY FOR MEGA ANGST AND SMUT AND FLUFF AND AHSHDSHJ I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

x

“You look kind of terrible.”

“Am.”

She stood atop the roof, her feet stiff on the flat section of the house, a haze of starlight and moon glow casting light over their bodies. Void looked a bit of mess, his brown hair tangled over his eyes, eyes sunken, face lacking all color. As unsettling as he looked, it also meant -

“Haven’t fed,” he said.

“How long?”

“Five days.”

“We found the bodies two days ago,” she raised a brow in speculation.

He cleared his throat with a heavy sigh, “that’s because I-” he paused, “I took a lot of them out in one night, before then.”

“Why’s that?”

“Dying,” he shrugged. “It’s like a drug, you know? I start, and then I just...don’t stop.”

He stood feet apart from her, keeping a distance, his expression impossible to read.

After she said nothing, he parted his chapped lips, “I didn’t mean to, (Y/N).

“I know.”

His black orbs widened slightly.

“I’m not hopeless,” she laughed a little. “You don’t just flip like that, I mean-” she closed her eyes, piecing her words together, “I know you were trying.”

He nodded gingerly, tucking his thumbs into the corner of his jeans with a twitch of those lips.

“But I also know that you lied.”

“(Y/N),” his face sunk back into a frown, lashes blinking against his purple ringed eyes.

“I wanted to trust you,” she stared at him, “I really tried. I mean, I was the only one who tried.”

“I know-” he started.

“Let me finish,” she raised a hand. “Do you know that right now, you’ve got a whole group of these people who are on your side?! Even knowing the things you’ve done, they’re still over here, scratching for reasons as to how and why you deserve redemption.”

“And do you really think they’re doing that for me?” he cocked his head to the left.

She furrowed her brows.

“It’s for you,” he sighed. “They’re only doing it for you.”

“Would Stiles do it for me?” she clenched her jaw, narrowing her gaze. “If he just killed you, it’d get you out of the way and have me all to himself again. Don’t you think he wants that?!”

“As if he knows how,” Void brushed her comment aside, sinking down to swing his legs over the roof and face the star splattered sky.

“Apparently so,” she shrugged.

The nogitsune bent his head, flickering his eyes up to stare at her, “and?”

“He won’t tell me,” she sighed. “Cause’ he knows that if I knew, I’d be able to stop it, in case it came to that.”

She tucked her hair behind her ears with a drawn out sigh, taking a seat opposite Stiles, whose eyes drew in the constellations that shone into them.

“You can’t do it, you know,” he mumbled.

“Kill you, or save you?” she asked.

“Both.”

She laughed bitterly, shaking her head, “why are you here, Stiles?”

“I have a whole eternity to live,” he ignored her. “If you want me to tell you I want you to put me out of it and die for the greater good, you’re talking to the wrong person. I’m not Stiles.”

She didn’t move, “I know.”

A pause.

“Come with me.”

“What?” Void narrowed his brows.

“Tomorrow we’re going to Deaton to try out a possible antidote, come with me.”

“It’s not going to work,” he protested.

“Would you shut up?!” she snapped, glaring daggers at him. “You need to stop with that- with this whole- this whole negative thing,” she stuttered. “I’m doing everything to stay sane right now and I don’t know how much longer I can keep it together, so for just one time, could you try?” she strained.

He blinked at her through his dark lashes, face softening, “yeah. I’m sorry.”

She sucked in a deep breath, shaking her head and turning back to the stars.

“What?” he asked quietly.

“Nothing.”

“I know you,” he grumbled, “say what you want to.”

She clenched her teeth, folding her hands over her lap and focusing her attention on a flickering star.

“Last time we sat atop a roof together like this it was like you and I were just….beginning?” she decided. “But this time,” she shrugged, leaving the sentence hanging.

“You don’t have to finish that,” Stiles said, his black eyes narrowing. “Cured or not, you’re going back to Stiles.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she admitted, too wrecked to look him in the eyes.

“You know,” he sighed, “In my thousand years on this earth, I’ve never wanted to die, but I’d also never felt alive. You’re the closest I got to that. And now that I can feel you slipping farther and farther from me every minute,  I….I don’t know. I mean, having that- that feeling, it makes me understand for the first time- this guttural thing and I just- I finally understand what it feels like to want to die.”

Her heart sunk, a huge sadness weighing her down as she finally met his eyes.

“Don’t talk like that,” she whispered, moving her hand gingerly over his freezing fingers.

“Stop,” he begged, his eyes welling. “Just stop.” She pulled away with hesitation.

“Stiles?” she asked, voice begging for him to give her something.

He tilted his jaw back up to the moon, speaking quietly, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

. . .

Awkward was an understatement.

The whole group had come to the appointment, crowding around the room like watchdog’s as the nogitsune sat atop the cold metal table, his legs swinging off the sides and eyes to the floor. While they were all on manageable terms with him, it was clear through their steely looks that nobody was particularly happy with his presence.

“Okay,” Deaton said at last, shaking up a strange thick liquid in a glass container. “This is something I’ve never tried before.”

Void’s black orbs flickered up to hers, looking wary.

“What should happen,” Deaton continued, “is that the serum, a combination of natural elements, will absorb the evils into them through a sort of ritual process.”

“Ritual?” Void repeated. Then, “elements?”

“Things of the earth,” the doctor elaborated, “pure. Also with a special touch; nemeton bark.”

“Nemeton as in the tree which traps him away?” Allison said.

A nod.

“Can it kill him?” Isaac said, putting only a shred of effort into sounding concerned.

A shake of the head.

Deaton indicated at Stiles’ shirt, saying, “it’s a minuscule amount. Not enough to impede, but enough that, with the other elements, could contain the dark spirits. The nemeton couldn’t kill him anyways, it’s sole purpose was to contain him, not destroy him.”

The nogitsune nodded slightly, tucking his fingers under his grey top and pulling it gingerly over his messy chocolate locks, revealing his pale but muscular torso. The girl stepped closer to the table as Stiles lay flat on his back, his gaze glued to hers as Deaton passed the jar into her hands. She submerged two fingers in the brown mush, moving one of her hands to the flat base of his stomach, to which human Stiles shifted his view away. Cautiously, she spread the paste in a line from his heart to his belly, where a trail of hair disappeared into his jeans.

“Alright,” the doctor said, “this may hurt.”

And so he placed a hand on each side of the nogitsune’s face, uttering some strange words in a monotone drawl, one that certainly wasn’t English.

Scott’s eyebrows furrowed with confusion, signifying that he too was taken aback by the process.

Deaton repeated his chant, rubbing a thumb at Void’s temples and speaking more clearly now.

The liquid on Stiles’ marble like chest began sizzling on his skin, and the group collectively gasped when his eyelids flew open and there was nothing to see but the white’s behind them.

“Is it working?” the girl muttered softly, her hand reaching for Void’s out of instinct, fingers trembling as they laced through his slender and icy cold ones.

Void let out a low grunt of discomfort, but was quickly suppressed and drowned out by the doctor’s voice. The liquid on his skin seemed to sink into his pores, glowing a fiery red as it disappeared beneath his flesh.

Deaton tilted his head, the strange chant becoming more fast paced, his grip growing on the boy who lay on the table, his tone rising, the nogitsune’s body beginning to convulse as he let out a piercing scream.

The sound bounced over the walls, the table shaking, his eyes rolling back, and then - 

“It’s done.”

A choke for air emanated from Void’s throat as he sat bolt upright on the table, blinking through his foggy haze and using his free hand to rub at his throat, a series of coughs spluttering out from him as he sucked in fresh air.

Deaton let his hands drop as he stood upright, taking a few steps back.

“Hey, hey,” the girl squeezed his hand, drawing his attention and bringing her fingers up to graze his cheek. “You okay?”

Void shook out his discomfort before blinking a couple times, his dark eyes widening as he stared down at her from the cool metal surface.

“I’m okay,” he repeated, unsure.

“Did it work?” Regular Stiles asked. “Do you feel any different?”

The nogitsune kept his eyes on (Y/N), “should I?”

“Maybe not right away,” Deaton said. “But should it work, the cravings for pain will subside, and should they return, can be drowned out by repeating the procedure.”

Void nodded, and the girl watched in bewilderment as she saw him, for the first time in a long time, smile. A real smile. One that lifted the edges of his chapped lips fully up, little dimples creasing into his freckles as he glowered down at her.

“I feel good,” he shrugged, making his mind up.

Scott and the others seemed to let out a collective sigh, the group exchanging glances of relief.

Then Void groaned a little, pressing his head to his palm with a small grimace, an after effect. “Could I just talk to (Y/N) for a minute please?” he said, dropping his palm and raising his warmer eyes up to the others.

They stared expectantly at the girl, who nodded them off with a wave of her hand. Stiles seemed most reluctant to go, but he gave in eventually, sulking off behind his friends as they shuffled out the room. Then it was quiet, no noise but a dripping faucet and the crickets outside to be heard. Void waited until it was empty before settling his gaze on her again.

She smiled.

He smiled too, but he also kept his eyes on the door.

“It really worked,” she laughed a little, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth.

Void grinned, and it spurred something in her heart, the same kind of utter joy she’d felt in their brief moments together before everything had gone to hell. His purple ringed eyes were still heavily lidded and tired looking, his skin was whiter than snow, and there was no indication that anything had shifted within him...yet that smile just seemed to light his whole soul up.

His happiness wavered a little as he brought a shaky hand up to her cheek, sliding the tips of his fingers into her hair and letting her mold her cheek against his large palm. It was small, but it sent her heart racing in her chest, her words gluing to the inside of her throat. His eyes widened, his lips twitching happily. And it it felt so good, and so right, and so not like something she should be stopping. So when his body began arching over hers and his lips began pulling towards hers, she didn’t stop them. Because despite the hurt he’d inflicted upon her, that part of him was gone, and she knew now that there was only good in that soul, and that...

“It’s over,” she breathed, a half a second before his lips went molding into hers.

She’d felt this kiss before. It was incredibly tender, slow, and lingered as if once it was gone it was gone for good. She felt his fingers pull her forward into his mouth, his lips moving like a song against hers, the heartache palpable on them. Her hands were in his hair, tugging his brown locks down and closing any space for breath between them, her body rising to be level with his kiss. And she knew as she kissed those lips that the last time she’d felt them as she did now was when he’d thought he was losing her forever, that day in the classroom back when she’d first been vulnerable with him. Only this time there were tears on his skin, catching on her lips and filling her mouth with bitterness, and this time it didn’t make sense either.

“Stiles,” she breathed heavily, using a hand to push his chest back, her lungs readjusting to breathing and eyes widening in confusion.

He looked down at her, those huge black eyes welling with moisture as tear after tear smacked his cheekbones and rolled down them like crystal droplets.

“What-” she shook her head, “what’s wrong?”

He laughed, a bitter and broken laugh, tearing his burning red view to the side, his body rattling with his quiet cries.

“It didn’t work,” he said.

Her heart stopped, “what?”

“It didn’t work,” he said again, giving her the most broken smile as he turned back to the girl. “I feel exactly the same.”

“Well Deaton said - “ she began.

“(Y/N), I came in here almost starved to death, wanting to rip every single one of those wolve’s throats out, and drain every ounce of life from them,” he cut her off, articulating each word slowly. “And now it’s taking every fiber of my being not to do the same to you.”

“It’ll go away,” she protested, her voice sounding hoarse and tight.

“I tried, okay!?” his voice broke, but he kept it unusually quiet.

Stiles wiped harshly at his cheek leaving a red imprint on his pale skin as he said again, “I tried. You think I want this?! For fuck’s sake I wanted this to work!”

He let out a quiet and mangled sob.

“And I knew, I knew it wouldn’t!” he shook his head, his hands shaking like he was about to smack his fists bloody.

The girl pushed her hair behind her ears, refusing to break, “no. No, okay? We’ll find something else.”

“Something else?” Void chuckled sourly, rubbing his fingers against his lips. “Something else means your friends killing me.”

“No, I’ll stop them,” she protested.

“You’ll stop them. Good,” he said cruelly, “and then you’ll blame yourself when I kill innocent people.”

She refused the tears that clawed for freedom behind her eyes, shutting them closed as she sucked in a deep breath.

“If you want to scream, o-or get mad,” she shook her head, “just do it.”

“Can’t.”

Her eyes opened, and he was standing upright, back turned to her, his fingers trembling as if he was mere seconds from cracking and tearing the whole building down with him. But he was calm, too, and his voice was dangerously low. It was terrifying how he could just flip his internal switch like that.

“Stiles,” she said, a strange fear clutching like a claw around her heart.

He turned, his side profile glowing under the fluorescent lights, his pink lips bending downwards.

“Stiles?” she said again, more of a question this time.

He turned towards her, his iris’ huge and darker than the night sky, the tears on his cheeks drying on his flesh.

“Stiles, I’m going to help you. I’ll never just give up on you and you know that,” she spoke softly, wanting nothing more than to help the poor thing.

“This isn’t something you can fix, (Y/N). But that is what I am to you, right?” he mused. “Something to fix.”

His voice rumbled huskily as he stepped closer to her, his stance frightening, but doing nothing to make the girl budge.

“No.”

He laughed, his eyelids drooping.

“I won’t give up,” she said, stronger this time, “not after everything.”

“No I know,” he soothed, his voice switching back to sincere whilst still bordering on crazy. “I know and that’s what I’m relying on.”

He closed the gap between them, tiptoeing his fingers up her wrists and onto her arms as he continued his mutterings.

“You won’t give up, and they will. And I know they know how to kill me, which is precisely why they wouldn’t tell you, and also why you’d even warn me.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as she swallowed the lump in her throat, ignoring the feeling of his skin sending electricity through her blood.

“We both know this ends in three ways,” he continued. “The first is that I kill you all and call it a day. The second is you kill me and call it a day.”

He tilted his freckled cheek to the side, letting his next words sit.

“And the third?�� she said when he didn’t speak.

“I find somewhere else to go.”

He gave a half smile, flickering his eyes up to hers, “someone else.”

A dead silence filled the room.

“You wouldn’t,” she said.

“Nobody has to die that way,” he said with mock enthusiasm. “C’mon sweetheart it’s not like I want to be this way.”

“Don’t,” she snapped quietly.

“But,” he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “I also don’t want to die. And that’s why they needed to believe it worked.”

“Stop,” she protested.

“We both knew it was gonna end up somewhere like this at some point,” he let out a breathy laugh of disappointment. “Be honest, it was never going to be you and I.”

“Yes,” she hissed, a pang of hurt thick in her voice, “it was.”

“Not like this,” he said. “My own nature is against me, I just-”

He faltered for a second, his human side briefly overwhelming him, color flushing into his cheeks.

“It’s the best way,” he sighed, both sounding and looking utterly tired.

He brushed his thumb gently over her skin, his eyes creasing solemnly.

“Are you going to hurt me?” she whispered.

He narrowed his gaze, muttering softly, “yes.”

“I’ll scream for them,” she threatened.

“Do that and it’ll happen anyways,” he said nonchalantly.

Silence.

“Do you understand why?” he asked.

“They won’t have any idea what happened,” she guessed. “They won’t suspect me of anything.”

He hummed in agreement.

“The nogitsune needed to be alone after everything that unfolded, he couldn’t even bear to face you for what he did so he fled. And you, you were a little sad, but you healed, and soon enough you were over him and it wasn’t so hard to pry out how your friends would have killed him,” Stiles framed the story. “But luckily they didn’t have to, because their plan had worked, so what’s the harm in coming clean about it now?”

The girl bit at her tongue, shifting her shoulders, “clever. I assume you’ve had this planned as your fail safe.”

“No one has to die,” he responded. “I’ll learn their plan, get out of this body, and foil it. Or maybe then someone will die, should they try and stop me. Or maybe I’ll find another way to save myself, and I’ll release you then. Or maybe I never will.”

“And can you just let my body go, like that?”

He blinked at her, “I don’t know.”

She narrowed her brows, a bubbling grief engulfing her body,  “I thought you loved me.”

“Oh and I do,” he assured gently. “God I love you with everything I have.” His voice softened, his free hand drawing patterns down her skin. “And I know some part of you loves me too,” he said, sincerity behind his glimmering eyes. “But I also know you love Stiles, and that I lost you to him before I even got you in the first place.”

She clenched her teeth, nails digging into her fists as her eyes watered.

“Either way,” he shook his head, “I lose you.”

He paused, chuckling a little.

“But, see, the thing is, darling, I’ve been around for a while. In fact, I’ve been around for a thousand years. So, as long as I can help it, i’ll do anything and everything to make sure that I see my next year, and the one after that, and the one after that.” He paused, licking his chapped lips, “I am different, okay? I am. I need you to understand that, at least. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt. God, I loathe myself for what I’ve done and I will my whole life. But I also need to make sure I’m gonna have a life to live if I’m going to spend it hating myself o- or making up for what I’ve done. Nothing can change that in me. That drive to live, that’s something that comes first for every human on this earth, whether they admit it or not. I’m just like them, like you. I can’t die, not if I have a say in it, and that’s been wired into my spirit for a century. This is just a step I need to take to get there, and it’s the only one.”

She had no words left to give him.

“So scream,” he sighed, “if you want. You won’t even know what’s happening. It’ll be like a nice dream, and then you’ll wake up and be free of me forever.”

“I never wanted that,” she breathed, one tear catching on her eyelash.

He grimaced, pressing his lips briefly to her forehead.

“I know.”

And then he kissed her one last time, but as his lips parted, a black bug with a glowing golden behind crawled from the depths of his throat, onto his tongue, and into her mouth. She let it happen. Either way, there was no stopping it. Either way, it was their last resort. Even if she hated it, she knew in some way that he was right. And as the nogitsune drew suffering like a drug from her bloodstream, the network of black veins crawling up his hands, and the disgusting bug crawling down her throat, she was at least comforted by the thought that when she opened her eyes again, and that’s if she did, it would finally be over.