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destinyimage · 7 months ago

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He Died & Saw Hitler in Hell

Bryan Melvin, a self-described militant atheist, died after contracting cholera from drinking contaminated water at a construction site.

In this excerpt, Bryan talks about his time in Heaven and hell, especially focusing on the ongoing experiences of the people he saw who had been condemned to hell. He saw abusers, killers, and even a preacher. However, the most notable person Bryan saw is one of the most reviled men in all of history, Adolf Hitler.

After his death, he was given permission by Jesus to use his name and title. From there, he was sent to a place infested with demonic creatures…

I went through the doorway and was cast into a tunnel-like vortex moving toward a yellowish dim light, a different type of light.

I fell out of the sky and bounced on the ground. I stood up and thought I must be in hell. I remember when I was a kid, everyone talked about hell having fire and brimstone, devils, and the guy wearing tights with the pitchfork and wings and stuff. There was none of that.

I was sitting on a hill and there was a little valley with a house on the other side of it. Everything was brownish and dead-looking because it was so hot. The house was oddly like the house that I used to live in with my parents back in Virginia, but not quite; there was a difference. There was a dilapidated tree in the wrong place in the yard. It was where our driveway would have been. It was not the same house, but it was. I saw all that and then all these people came out of the house. Then more people came up out of the valley. It looked to me like they were coming to welcome me to paradise, slapping me on the back and everything. However, things just did not feel right.

I kept thinking that some of these people could not really be here because they were not dead. The people began to morph into other creatures right in front of me, trying to distract me. One even tried to appear as my mom, and I said, “You are not my mom. My mom’s not dead. You are not dead.” Then they all changed. I could see that their eyes were like alligator eyes with yellow irises. And suddenly I could see what they really looked like. That was when they all surrounded me and I started saying Jesus’s name and title nonstop. I had permission. He gave me permission to say His name and title. That is the first thing that people need to realize.

He gave me permission to say His name in this place. When I said His name, they could not grab hold of me. They could not bite me, but they could push me and touch me. Being poked and prodded by these creatures was an odd sensation. The good news is that they were unable to do what they had originally been planning to do. One creature came forward out of the crowd, who I nicknamed lizard breath. In fact, I found a statue of this creature that was made near Loveland, Colorado. I saw it from a distance and told my brother-in-law, “That looks like the creature I saw.” It is the best representation I ever saw of lizard breath.

So we walked over to it. It had a dinosaur or alligator-like tail, like it was reptilian, but his mouth was bigger. I could not tell you how many eyes he had because his breath was so foul that it would distort his face. He took me and he said, “Come, follow me, and I will give you half of my kingdom.” Let me go back to the statue really quick. When I saw the statue, it was opening day for this place. This statue was in the African art section and it said this is the traveler who escorts people into the underworld. Talk about creepy. This was a total Twilight Zone moment for me.

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I started following him and we took a few steps towards the horizon. He stuck his hands into the horizon and ripped it open. He stepped up and out of this place and motioned for me to come. I did not know what to do, so I just followed him, because I did not want to stay there with those creatures. I came out of a cube or a cell and was standing on a wide dusty road. The Bible talks about chambers of death and it describes hell as a pit with a dungeon and cells. I was seeing the pit of hell but at the time I did not fully grasp what I was seeing. I was scared, but at the same time I also knew I deserved this place. I wanted to wake up but could not.

So I was standing there trying to process all of this and all I could do was follow this creature. He started pointing toward the road and all the things that were going on. I could see tornado vortexes dropping people off into the cells just like I had been. I also saw this wide dusty road with these gaggles of hideous-looking creatures. These demonic entities were escorting people along this road and delivering them to these cells. It was extremely hot, dry, and dusty. As Bill Wiese says, “It is so hot, your eyeballs are going to melt out of their sockets.” The dirt of the place felt like I was walking on rotted flesh, but it was dusty. Very strange. I could see hot glowing rocks in various places and I could hear a roar of flame too. It all stank. It smelled so bad I could taste it.

I kept following this creature and he took me to the center of the road to a circular pit. The best way I can describe it would be a spiral staircase. The bricks were the cells and the cells were stacked six high and layered as a bricklayer does in a circle. Behind the first few cells, it opened into little V-shaped formations and little rooms the farther it went back. We walked over there and when I looked down, I saw a bottomless pit that went as far as I could see.

The creature told me this was a grand place. He motioned to me and I followed him back toward the cubes. When we got back over to the cubes, all I could do was just stare. We looked inside two of these cubes and I could see people inside of these cells. Somehow I was instantly granted knowledge of their life history. I knew how and when they got there.

I could see what was going on in the cell from my perspective, but I also could see from the perspective of the person inside the cell and what they were experiencing. This is exceedingly difficult to explain, but I could see it from both perspectives at the same time. So I was looking at this stuff transpiring and the people were experiencing just degrees of recompense just like the Bible says, payback for how they gamed the system, gamed God, and made life ugly. It all comes back to you. You are dwelling in a never-ending nightmare. That is what these people were experiencing and I saw a lot of people.

There was a professor writing on a blackboard. He had corrupted youth with his ideas. He never thought that there would be any payback for what he was teaching.

I walked to another cell and saw a minister who was not really a minister. He was looking to have his way with the young girls and ladies. He died during the Cane Patch Revival. As he sat inside his cell, he thought he was at a revival meeting, but nobody paid attention to him. The room was not filled with people; there were demons sitting on the chairs. All the props, including the chairs, were demons. When they got up and chased him out, they began beating him with a big black book. He thought he could run, but the inside of these cells were small. As he ran, the scenery would change, but I could see what was going on. It was like he was running on a treadmill, like what you saw inside the holodeck on Star Trek: The Next Generation. He was running and suddenly an entity came down through the roof of this place. He had cloven hooves with talons. He put his talons on the man’s chest and laughed as he crushed the life out of him. Then it would begin all over again. Another scene would change and he continued reaping what he had sown.

To make a long story short, we came to a row of cells and I saw some Nazis, people who had committed horrible atrocities, and they were experiencing being shot and killed. I saw the man who was known as the blonde butcher. He orchestrated and laid the foundation for the final solution. He was killed in Czechoslovakia in 1942.

I walked to another place and there were all these entities around and I stopped and looked inside this one cell that looked like the inside of a furnace. Inside I saw Adolf Hitler. You could not mistake him. People do not realize the depth of the vile hatred that he had and how much he was involved in the occult. His powers of deception were acquired through Luciferianism, a religion practiced by the ancient Nordic pagans.

He was being gassed and cremated repeatedly. His flesh would be consumed, burned off by the flames, and then come back. I cannot explain it. He was feeling the pain, yet he was also getting violently angry.

He was going through that same destruction that he put so many Jewish people through!

I saw him experiencing the flames of the furnace, but I knew intuitively that he also experienced the gas chambers. He experienced being stripped. He experienced being raped. He experienced being buried alive. He endured all the atrocities that he put the Jewish people through.

It was unmistakably Hitler. He had his little mustache and everything. He looked like a picture I had seen of him from about 1945, where he was pinching some German kid soldier on the cheek. That guy survived the war and talked about that. He looked like that, but he was bent over. Some people say that he might have had Parkinson’s, or Parkinson’s that was induced by the drugs that he was being given. He was a drug addict. People do not know it, but it has come out that Dr. Morell gave him shots and some synthetic form of methamphetamine.

I followed the creature down several more levels. Each level we went down, the more the torments increased. Eventually, we came to a cell that was open and looked like it had a dentist’s chair in it. This was how it was all supposed to end for me. This is where my cell would have been. Somehow I just knew that. This cell was a little larger than the other ones and it was open, meaning that the whole host of hell could come in and torment me. I realized that when the creature had said, “I offer you half of my kingdom,” he was offering for half of the kingdom of hell to torment me. I was at my wits’ end. This was the end and this was where I belonged. This was where I was going to spend my eternity. I understood that this was what I deserved. I had lost all hope. I wanted to wake up but could not.

Suddenly I felt a presence coming in behind me. As it got closer all of the entities scurried out of there and left. The ground was shaking and rocking with each footstep. At the moment I lost all hope, the presence came up behind me.

Bryan Melvin’s testimony doesn’t stop there!

To hear more of Bryan’s experience and his return, read the rest…

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zombiewhor3 · 2 years ago

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I’LL FIND YOU

Daryl Dixon x fem reader

WARNINGS: grief, angst, mentions of death, blood, gore, mentions of weapons, mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, mentions of medication, injured reader in first half, mentions of fire, malnutrition/dehydration, mentions of vomit, mentions of murder, walkers described in gorey details, season 3 plot, the governor, mentions of dead parent (Lori/Hershel), unconscious reader in second half, no actual main character death except for mentions of Hershel, mentions of bullet wound, talk of knives, war between the governor x ricks men.

A/N: I’ve been working on the piece for about a month and I’ve been trying my best to edit and add any little minor details hopefully you guys enjoy it and feedback is always appreciated!

WORD COUNT: over 12.3K words

the governor had finally struck this time it was a total surprise that he showed up on the front lawn of the prison holding two of their own people captive and trying to bargain for a shitty trade,

A shitty trade that would've never happened if they had just had left the governor and his people alone.

he had let loose his men on to the camp causing chaos throughout the members of the community,

he was releasing a toxin of death and violence throughout the air when he arrived, it was almost like a snake spitting out its venom.

y/n had wished that Michonne had just gutted him when she had the chance that instead of all this chaos he'd be six feet in the ground not a bother to anyone any more,

or even better he'd be a mind and life less walker left roaming the world with no god damn purpose.

She still felt that rick was wrong for shutting her down at the idea that maybe if he hadn't none of this mess would've happened,

they had lost an innocent man one who was helpful when it came to the crops and tending to the people who had the sickness, he was one that had kept the camp together in some of its mayhem.

Once the prison went down in flames and gunfire was unleashed striking a few of their members including y/n herself,

everyone had scattered firing weapons and screaming for their loved ones, looking for their brothers and sisters,

even children had been lost through the mayhem.

The ones who hadn't gotten onto the bus had run into different parts of the woods to escape the mayhem and protect themselves from being shot at,

except others like Michonne stayed to finally end it once and for all, after stealing her sword back she had left the governor to be gutted by the walkers to get his karma, or his fate ot whatever else bullshit you'd like to call it.

But whatever it was it was meant to be, that's how things were supposed to go and there was no changing it now, it was all to late to stop the terror and mayhem reeked on the people and the prison left in a gush of flames and walkers,

some of the walkers were people they knew. People they had lived with inside the prison, people they fed each night and people they had nurtured to come back from their sickness all for them to be killed by a man that should've died ages ago.

A man that had let a walker eat Angela, a man who was a fucking psychopath but yet he had still slipped through the cracks of being killed by Michonne and the others.

Grenades and the sound of gunfire erupted all around the outside of the prison making a loud ruckus that had surely sent a signal to walkers miles away that there was fresh meat lurking it was only a matter of time before a hoard had shown up just like on the farm.

She held her gun as she fired bullets taking down one of the governors men watching as he fell out onto the grass, she couldn't feel mercy for someone who killed innocent people,

she couldn't forgive someone who killed a good man like hershel, even if the pit of her heart wanted to she couldn't do it, so she shot them down to protect not just her friends but Daryl.

Daryl looked over at her as he could see her leg being struck from her lack of attention, for a split second she had let her eyes go and that's when she could feel the bullet piercing through her thigh,

he had fired one more bullet before rushing to her pulling her behind a metal box, hoping that it would shield them off for a few minutes or just even a few seconds so he could tend to her wound.

She whimpered looking down at the pool of blood and watching Daryl tear some fabric off of his shirt as he ripped open her blue jeans tying the cloth around it to keep the blood in,

"i gotta get you to the bus y/n" he spoke trying to help her up but he watched her shake her head with a violent 'no' "what do you mean no you're hurt we gotta get you out of here you're done fighting"

he spoke lifting her up and placing her onto the steps of the bus watching Maggie drag her in.

"I can fight Daryl! I just might not be at my best!"

She argued back,

he fired a bullet knocking a man dead before replying to her with a force but meaningful voice, it was something he was good at. "promise i'll find ya y/n I just need you to stay here with Maggie please"

he spoke before firing his gun at a walker looking for something to cover him from the other gun fire surrounding them, he had his crossbow on his back empty without arrows and his gun was soon to run out of bullets.

She had remembered the terror from watching the blood pool and her mind wandering in a train wreck of thoughts as she called out for Daryl who wasn't visible through the smoke anymore,

she let out a cry as she had jumped down the steps her shotgun resting on her back and her pistol still low on bullets in her holster.

that's all she needed, she'd find food and maybe a stream for water along the way,

maybe her and Daryl could survive with low ammo and low supplies, hell that was if she could even find him through the uproar.

she could hear Maggie cry out for her to come back on the bus through the open doors as she watched her limp into the smoke pulling her pistol out of her holster, she could hear Daryl call out something muffled by the gunfire and the walkers snarling,

y/n held onto her leg screaming out for him while she shot her last few bullets at a few walkers, she groaned as she could feel one groping at her arm its teeth snapping and trying to chomp down on the fleshy part of her neck,

she had used her leg to kick it back but none of it was enough, this walker was strong and hungry for its next meal, y/n had closed her eyes mumbling something aloud to herself.

Maybe a soft prayer or just an apology for being so damn weak, but it wasn't needed. Well not now at least because she could feel its blood splatter from a gunshot by maggie who had chased after her and with the haze of the smoke around them she called out y/n's name

she was also so desperately searching for her husband along the way, y/n could barely hear her calls over the sound of grenades launching and the slight gun fire from the people still fighting walkers, the snarling like a horrid echo in her brain.

and the gunfire around them like a constant loop she couldn't get rid of.

She had lost Daryl in the crowd of smoke, it was like he had just been sucked into it, she was weeping from the fresh wound on her leg making things even harder to contain her silence to hide from the walkers, she spun in a circle as she called out his name maybe just to see if fate would take it's place,

she thought maybe he'd peak his head out and grab her hand or just maybe she could follow his voice back to his trail but she could hear nothing except Maggie's yelling as she had pulled y/n back from a walker she had been oblivious to because of the smokey haze surrounding them,

they had followed bob and sasha who had taken a grip onto each other's hands, they were able to follow each other into a spot in the woods,

where the smell of gun-powder lingered and where they could see the riot of destruction still going on.

"i gotta go back, I can't leave him"

y/n cried out feeling sasha wrap her arm around her to help keep her stable and well from toppling over from the roots underneath their feet.

she knew wasn't safe to be roaming around not with flesh eating monsters and bullets flying everywhere especially with a wound of her own in her leg but that didn't mean she wasn't willing to try by risking her entire life.

she could've been half eaten or pierced with bullets a million times but none of that would've ever stopped her from looking for Daryl.

They could hear the bus take off with the roar of its engine while it was pelted with bullets, she watched Maggie slip a tear down her cheek as she knelt down to take a moment,

y/n had plotted a spot in the dirt next to her while she laid her head on maggie's shoulder.

with a soft sniffle she watched walkers flood in from almost each direction hitting every weak spot of the prison there was, the fences hadn't mattered now because they were all destroyed from the governors tank and the bombs he had placed in the prison.

their somewhat of a 'home' had been destroyed, all their friends that were buried in the prison yard had been stomped on and destroyed by the tanks and the fire spreading through them,

She stared into the destruction while her mind was in somewhat of a distant haze on not being able to find daryl she called out for him in the woods but there was no response instead she could hear gunfire still rocketing from the prison as smoke was flooding up into the sky,

she covered her mouth with a soft gasp watching a side of the building fall to pieces from the destruction of the fire, a part of the building had started to collapse the building they had lived in, the building where they had lost their friends.

and now they were surely to lose even more.

her eyes burned from the tears erupting from them while she could feel her lungs gasping for fresh air in the forest to calm herself down

instead it was like she could feel the grey chemicals filling them instead, she couldn't fully focus on the others as she watched the prison burn.

Maggie did the same she stood frozen in silence while looking down at the blood and the destruction while looking down at the walkers that had been crawling the place,

y/n would've just frozen in place and let herself get shot or eaten by walkers, her mind was only able to focus on the destruction around her not the part of escaping if it weren't for the thought of her friends lingering in her mind she would've given up and let the evil take her in.

She could feel her mind in a whirl as Sasha had to convince her it was time to leave that this area wasn't safe especially not with the walkers starting to flood in like a tidal wave,

The mob grew bigger and bigger because of the sound luring them all in, she was afraid, for the longest time during the end of the world she hadn't been afraid,

she knew what she was supposed to do and she knew how to do it. Why was this so damn hard for her? Why couldn't she grow up and calm herself down from the pain of the situation around them?

She looked over at maggie who had a slight tremble in her step and she hadn't even been shot,

yet it was the terror in her eyes that made y/n start to understand the reality of it all, the

pity and the anger lingering in her pupils while they grew wide while watching her fathers head being cut off like a lambs.

Instead of a sob or a cry she was quiet keeping to herself while she killed straggling walkers that approached around them.

Now y/n was thinking about Daryl, she saw the way his eyes looked when he got worried whenever they fought a big enough mob he'd pull her aside and check for any bites or scratches right away, he was always the first to volunteer to go on runs with her, and he was always the first to look out for her.

He wasn't a frightened man, he was never scared even if you had put a gun to his head and threatened to pull the trigger would he not beg for his damn life, he was never afraid when he approached walkers or bad men trying to hurt the camp, but this. This mayhem scared him.

Not because he was scared for his life but yet it was hers he was so damn scared about,

he was nervous that she'd be an easy target for the walkers because he had seen the blood rushing out of her thigh from the bullet from a man's gun that had pierced her clear through.

He hadn't had a sight of her, but he prayed she had stayed on the bus. That she hadn't gotten off to go looking for him, he was praying a murmured prayer not just in his mind but aloud as he followed beth into the woods.

"did you see him y/n asked sasha with a hint of hope in her voice, sasha watched as her lip l quivered as she shook her head no at her,

y/n felt somewhat close to hopeless not for Daryl but herself, she was afraid to be out there with just a gun that had 2 bullets in it and her shotgun had been empty from y/n giving rick her ammo.

They had used all their ammo shooting at the governor's men, trying to defend their territory and their people as best as they could especially after he killed Hershel in cold blood.

she could hear Maggie softly sob at the thought of her father dying, and she couldn't even say a simple goodbye to him. She held onto y/n's hand tightly while her eyes looked down at her wound gushing with blood.

she could see y/n holding onto the black and white bandana wrapped sloppily around her left wrist, it was Daryl's he had given it to her just right before the governor and his men had shown up.

He had peppered kisses on her face and told her how happy he was that the flu had been gone and that they could finally be together again from the quarantine.

they had stopped at a river, to aid the wounds of Bob and Y/n because they couldn't survive without a fresh change of bandages and at least some water maybe even some food,

she shivered at the cold breeze trying to warm her body by blowing into her hands watching Maggie who had her maroon red sweater draped over her shoulders to fight some of the cold wind around them.

"you think we're gonna find him?" y/n asked while unwrapping the cloth on her wound and using the bandana in her pocket to wrap around her fleshy wound,

"i need to find beth and glenn i won't forgive myself if i don't find them, Beth's all alone out there she's not meant for this world" Maggie admitted sulkily.

"i won't stop until i find them and that's a damn promise, until i find daryl and glenn and beth i'll travel these damn woods"

y/n spoke looking up at the trees surrounding them, she could hear bob let out a blubbered sigh as he had a smile on his face.

"stop being so damn happy" sasha remarked offering him a bottle of water watching as he took a sip, she dabbed his wound with some fresh water before putting a new piece of cloth on it,

"we're alive that means the others could be to"

y/n and maggie had both looked at each other at bobs words they knew the chances were slim but they weren't none.

"that's why you're smiling?" sasha asked patting his back once she was done with his bandages,

she sat on the log looking over at the river water hearing it splash softly against the bank,

she took a deep breath before replying to bob's comment, "what if they're not?" she asked resting her head against her hand looking as maggie was sharpening her knife against a rock.

"they are" y/n had bit back tying her shoelace and standing up to wipe some of the dirt off of her clothes with a slight wobble she sat down on the log to catch her from stumbling over looking over at bob to see him smile at her with a nod of his head.

"we'll find em, I'll find Daryl I know that for a fact" y/n spoke firmly propping her feet against the wood looking down at the water rushing beneath them, she was going to find them even if it killed her.

"You don't know that we need to focus on getting food, water and shelter for us and we need some antibiotics for not just you but bob"

Sasha hissed back tossing a strand of bandage in a pocket of her bag while looking over at y/n.

"What we need to do is find our friends! We need to make sure they're alright! And I don't need any damn medication I'm fine"

y/n demanded back watching Sasha roll her eyes and fold her arms at the pity of her idea.

"That's stupid y/n they're dead! No one could've survived that! They're all dead, even my brother!" Sasha yelled back watching y/n shake her head.

"You're wrong and I'm gonna prove it to you, I'm gonna prove that you don't know everything! And that there is something left of this world"

She could feel the hypocrisy of her own words, anything left of this world? Well anything that wasn't over loaded with flesh eating zombies and destroyed to utter pieces?

But that's not what she was talking about, she was talking about the fate and the miracle of it all,

she meant that there was some left, and when came a fate came a hope that it would come to them, that they would be able to seal their fate for good.

Even if it meant doing things they didn't want to.

once that first morning had came y/n was gone leaving nothing but a note in the dirt she went off,

it was stupid, she was foolish for even attempting something like this, with an empty shotgun a pistol with two bullets and a dagger.

she couldn't make it on her own.

That didn't mean she wasn't gonna try to make it on her own, she was stubborn. So stubborn she was willing to risk everything she had all for him.

she couldn't be around sasha and her hopelessness sopping around while she moped over mourning her friends that they were sure they hadn't even known if they lost yet.

she couldn't stand the fact of giving up on Daryl when he could still very much be alive and even if he wasn't she wanted to find his body so she could prove to herself.

When she promised she wouldn't stop looking for him it wasn't a lie 2 weeks later she had been looking for Daryl this time alone and in the woods,

y/n spent days tracking but there wasn't any sight of him, no tracks nothing, not even a hint of a foot print left as a clue for her.

So now she spent her time hunting down Daryl like a hunter searching for its prey except she was nowhere near close to finding him.

she needed food, something to eat let alone she needed water before she passed out from the lack of water she'd had, if any she hadn't had water since she drank the last drops from her water bottle and that was a few days ago.

the streams were still dangerous to drink from unless the water had been boiled to kill the germs,

besides she didn't wanna take the risk of getting sick when she was alone and without medicine if she did get ill,

she had been to busy focusing on where Daryl could've been, wondering if he was hurt or dead was the only thing even circling inside her mind,

she had been carrying an empty shotgun and just one bag on her filled with nothing but two empty water bottles and a candy bar wrapper.

she had been walking up and down a train track looking for maybe any sign of a camp or maybe any sign of Daryl himself,

but she was tired. Exhausted from the fact she had been hunting him for the past 16 hours barely even getting any sleep during the night made her even more drowsy and the lack of sleep and malnutrition was starting to get to her.

she had almost sat down before seeing a string of cans catch her attention,

they rested on the forest floor, she stepped over them so she could get a better look of what the cans might've been surrounding.

She saw a scruffy tent with tears that had surely been sitting here for ages.

There was a leftover of snake skin rested on the side of the campfire just newly cooked at that she thought to herself before reaching down and rubbing her thumb in the ash,

an empty green water bottle filled with nothing but drops of water rested in the dirt

she looked away from it to see a trail of footsteps making a way out into the woods, she followed the boot marks out into a field taking a whiff of the fresh overgrown grass surrounding her,

she adjusted her backpack before taking a look around the forest, she looked down at the ground once more to see Not only were there combat boot marks but there was another trail one of a different shape of boots, probably a women's.

if this was Daryl then he must've found one of the others on the way out of the prison, or he might've found them lingering in the woods like y/n had been doing for weeks.

Luckily her wound had cleared up about after a week but she still needed some pain killers from the pain lingering in the woods,

she still had a slight limp from the pain but it hadn't bothered her that much to stop looking for him.

She adjusted her bag before looking up from the tracks, she could see a few walkers lingering in the field while a few of them laid dead, it looked like a golf course with the flags scattered.

She sprinted trying her best to stay quiet with the pain shooting up her leg as she reached a building tugging at the doors unsuccessfully almost like it had been locked she slipped out a lock picker,

the one daryl picked up for her on one of his supply runs so she could get shelter if she ever needed it.

she sighed as the walkers got closer praying that the door would unlock and that she wouldn't he stuck here with the damn mob

She had prayed that the door was just prop open and give her access to the building and sure as hell, this was one prayer someone must've heard or maybe it was just her fate or just maybe this is how it was supposed to go, maybe she was meant to survive in whatever was left of this world.

she saw about a dozen bodies on the floor some weren't walkers yet they were dead in their tents or sleeping bags he looked around to see bodies hanging from the ceiling with their obviously failed suicide attempt,

y/n ignored the bodies while shining her flashlight as she raised her pistol starting to clear room by room around the inside of the building

she looked at the small shop in the building

to see a body strung up and dressed like a mannequin being covered with a blanket it was making her shudder slightly looking at the two words written across her dirty dress.

she placed the blanket back, noticing a fingerprint in the dust that was on the counter, and a hanger that had been cleaned from dust, completely empty like the clothes had just been taken off, she rubbed some dust off herself before calling out softly.

Whether it was to find him or walkers there was no response, no snarling or no call back from anything not even the dead made a noise at her call out for something, with a deep breath she pulled out her knife to save her bullets or whatever was left in her gun.

she could see walkers scattered along the building, freshly dead with punctures to the head one was even beaten with a golf club, the club rested beside it as it was stained with the ugly colored blood she kicked it out of her way looking back down at the walker who had its head violently smashed in.

it was such an overkill the way it's brain was sprawled across the carpet of the room, she shined her flashlight down at the ground to look for any clues and with a slight widen of her eyes she picked up a rag, one that surely came from Daryl's pocket,

because it was the one y/n gave him while he dealt with the sick patients graves he tucked it into his pocket for emergencies.

like if he ever got injured like that time with the arrow piercing him in his torso, it would be a cloth for him to use to help prevent him from bleeding out if he ever had to amputate his own arm or leg or maybe even someone else's.

or even if he just has motor oil on his hands he'd use the cherry colored rag to wipe his hands clean away from the residue

she could see a soft blood splatter on it making her heart drop softly rubbing over the fresh blood.

she froze before burying her face into it so that she could weep and with a small sniffle she stood up and making her way into what looked like a bar, there had been glass shattered, tables flipped, and the smell of liquor was soaking up the room,

y/n slipped her bandana over her face to cover up the smell while she checked over the counter for any possible walkers but there was nothing except already fading corpses.

she reached down to run her hands over the carpet where she felt a piece of glass skim her fingers while she wiped the wet residue on her pants, she knew this meant a good sign that it meant he was somewhere nearby, hopefully just right outside.

This was a good sign, it meant she was right on his tracks, it meant she was so close to finding him, hopefully alive and well is what she prayed.

With her tracking skills she could tell train tracks were near , and well she could see just the edge of them from where she had stood in the forest,

yet she stopped noticing blood splattered onto a bush, she knelt down running her fingers over the blood before sighing aloud because it was human.

From the glimpse of her eye she could see a plastic bottle it's color shined in the sunlight making a reflection in her eye, it sat right by the bush the same color as the one at the campsite which meant that there was a chance he had been here to,

she looked down at the tracks imprinted in the dry soils and the leaves, she held onto her knife tight hearing soft snarling as she followed the trail out of the woods and to where the tracks were

she stopped at the edge of the forest where the track lingered , she could see a few walkers standing over shredded bodies, guts and blood spilt all over their faces and jaws as they were eating the people in the grass, the green was now a dark red the blades of grass covered in pools and droplets of blood.

she backed away with a gasp, seeing a boot that had looked familiar to her.

the walkers had come towards her, "no no no"

she covered her mouth backing away from the walkers almost falling back watching as they were so focused on grabbing and clawing at her so it could take a bite from her flesh.

She had stabbed them watching their bodies drop to the ground and the blood coming back to splatter onto her face.

she was on her hands and knees feeling the palm of her hands being coated with the blood that had spilled out onto the grass from the mutilated bodies,

"please god please don't let it be his" she begged picking up the boot praying that it wasn't his. Her fingers skimmed over the loose laces as her fingers slowly opened it up to look at the tag on the tongue.

she read the letter of his name ever so clearly in what was left of the tag, she had laid on her back feeling the wet dirt press against her back as the sky had started to sprinkle its own tear drops,

she could feel herself weep looking at the mutilated bodies, the walker who had been eating them dead with a stab wound to its head while she seemed to just stare blankly,

she couldn't tell who it was or who it had been because of walkers eating it raw down to the pure white bone left in the persons body.

she felt sick looking at the pool of blood beneath it, she watched as its guts had been spread out onto the grass and the walker had fresh human blood covering over his jaw and his snarling mouth.

She wanted to spill her guts, to let her vomit spew onto the grass because it felt like it was going to erupt from her just thinking about his corpse being rutted through like a dead animal.

she weeped into the crease of her elbow mumbling his name like maybe he could still hear her that maybe he was just standing right there watching from the corner of the woods,

she felt hopeless looking at the body and the boot she was clenching onto, she blamed herself for letting him leave if only she had just followed him then maybe this wouldn't have happened.

Maybe if she had've payed attention she would've never gotten shot and she'd be with him, she'd still be traveling to find shelter with him, but now it was all gone.'

Daryl was gone, she had left sasha, bob, and maggie, and she still had no sign of any others,

she could feel the rain pattering down on her as mud started to form around her,

she sat up dimly slipping her bag over her shoulder it was like she couldn't believe any of this was happening that maybe all of this was some cruel joke the universe was playing on her.

She stood up to look at the tracks, they were scattered and straggled definitely walker tracks she thought to herself and they had come from right were the boot was place, the boot placed in a pool of blood just behind walker tracks.

She thought he was dead, he was gone forever because he had turned into one of those things,

she wanted to be put in the ground so she didn't have to see the rest of the cruel world, she didn't wanna see the death and the destruction anymore she just couldn't.

Her hand trembled on the gun in her holster but she let it go, she let her hand fall down to the side of her torso looking up to see a few birds fly over her head and feeling the wind gush through her hair she let out a soft sniffle wiping her tears.

She couldn't stop no matter how shitty this world was treating her she had to keep going even if that meant jumping to the conclusion he was dead,

she tied the boot onto her backpack wiping the wet blood from her hands onto her jeans leaving red smears along the fabric.

She had stepped to the edge of the woods pulling some moss and sticks from a tree tying them together into a cross leaving it where she had found his boot resting.

she patted the top of it before she had started to walk along the track mindlessly almost like she was a robot with one goal and it was to get the hell out of there, to get as far away as she could from any place near those damn corpses.

Or to get away from whatever was left of them.

her mind was like a zombie as her expression went blank and she trudged along the gravel in-between the bars of wood skimming over her feet with only one damn goal in her mind,

and that was to just survive.

she needed to find shelter soon something to settle her even if it was just for the night alone, even if she felt like her legs were folding into jello and she just wanted to drop down to the ground and cry.

she had cut through the woods to get off the tracks away from a hoard of walkers, she could see a wide road leading into a neighborhood, she sighed softly at the relief to see that it was pretty much a ghost town there.

She saw a house, it was still content, the bushes bloomed from the fall rain, and trees were sprouted around the sides of the house,

it had a white linen color to it, a nice two story house with pillars the color of fresh color of cotton, it's shutters matched the color of the paint on the house meanwhile the doors were the color of oak trees in the peak season of fall.

She had been polite to wipe her boots at the bottom of the white stairs before slowly stepping up them, she rested her hand flat onto her thigh taking in a deep breath before knocking at the door to alert her if there were any walkers,

she pulled out her knife clenching its black handle in her hand so tight she felt like she was cutting off her own circulation from the anxiousness striking her.

It was like the fear of dying next had been stalking her brain like a trail of walkers on her, it was like she could practically smell her fear wafting back into her face to alert her that it was still there.

She'd always been afraid of dying, she wanted to live out her life, she wanted a house and kids and maybe just a plain life with Daryl.

But she knew it would never happen and her wish for a normal life with him wouldn't ever come true especially after he had been consumed by walkers.

with no snarling and not even a peep from the house she knew it was blocked by something,

she pressed harder against the door only to hear the paint creak as it was opened, she had dropped her knife to see michonne standing in the doorway while rick and carl ate at the kitchen table,

y/n dropped her knife onto the deck without saying a word she froze with a tremble in her hands, she didn't know what to say. She didn't know if she had died or if she was just dreaming or maybe it was both and she was just a damn hallucination herself.

michonne had picked up y/n's knife resting it back into its holster and pulling y/n inside she sat her down at the kitchen table next to carl,

she had walker blood splattered on her face and clothes while her jeans were covered in human blood from the boot, her back and hair littered with mud from the rain that had washed over her as she laid in the grass mourning the loss of him.

She was silent watching Michonne pour her a glass of water while sitting across from her,

"you bit?" rick asked watching as his son frowned at the question, "no" she replied with a slight tremble in her voice, she tried to pick up the water glass but her hand had been shaking to much for her even to bring it even anywhere near her lips.

"Who's blood?" Rick asked they all watched a few tears slip down her face while she gestured to her backpack resting on the kitchen floor by her side, michonne picked it up,

her eyes softening once she saw Daryl's boot tied against her backpack, y/n had buried her face in her hands letting out soft weeps.

"i left maggie and bob and sasha to look for him and near the tracks i found his boot covered in blood and there wasn't a body but there were walker tracks coming from where his boot was"

her voice croaked more and more with each word she tried to spill out, it was like a bathtub just a drop away from overflowing and letting the waterworks loose all over the floor.

Michonne rubbed her back while Carl held onto y/n's hand rubbing the top of it with his thumb,

she had always been like an aunt to him even if they weren't related, "i should've gone after him at the prison but the smoke and i was shot i didn't know what to do" she spoke teary eyed while looking at rick whos hand was resting on his beard.

Carl rested his head against his shoulder and looked over at his father, He looked like he was about to cry once he realized he had surely lost yet another best friend,

"dad?" Carl asked but his father had a blank expression almost like he was dead, dead and numb from once again another loss.

"that can't be" he mumbled looking over teary eyed at the girl who was now toppling over the edge

"rick he's gone" she sobbed, "he's really gone!" she weeped aloud feeling Michonne wrap her arms around her shushing her to calm her down,

she tried to close her eyes and imagine that it was Daryl wrapping her in a warm hug, it's what he always did when she was sad, he did it whenever he could notice her sulking around.

It was his way of caring for her even if it was a silent hug he would always hum against her letting her take in the peace of it all.

She could hear a soft sniffle come from Rick and she realized that it wasn't Daryl holding her but yet Carl was, Carl was making sure that she hadn't fallen out of the chair from the shock of it all.

he had taken her hand pulling her up from the kitchen table, "c'mon" he spoke feeling y/n trail behind him as his hand was still connected to hers.

he opened a white bedroom door that had not a speck of blood on it, the bedroom had clothes on the floor but other than that it was tidy and clean, the dresser organized and the bed made,

Carl helped to unlace her boots setting them on the ground next to the bed, Michonne had stepped into the doorframe watching Carl care for his family.

"you look exhausted y/n you need to rest and maybe you could take a shower if your up for it"

Carl spoke looking over at Michonne who held her glass of water, she rested it onto the dark oak night stand next to her watching her nod with a quivered smile as she laid back onto the bed.

"me and michonne will get you some new clothes" carl had searched the draws before finding a clean t-shirt and a pair of jeans, she watched him set them onto the bed while Michonne grabbed a wet rag from the bathroom to wipe her face.

"You need anything food, more water, medicine?" Michonne asked moving the girls chin so she could wipe the walker blood off of her,

"pain killers my leg has been killing me ever since that man nailed me in it probably cause I’ve been out there walking for damn miles" y/n spoke watching carl nod tipping his sheriffs hat before he stepped into the bathroom.

Carl had come back with half a bottle tossing them to her, she took two with the water before handing them back into Carls hand, michonne set the rag on the night stand folded into a neat square just to maybe help keep the room a tad bit peaceful.

"thank you"

y/n spoke looking at the both of them as she picked up the clean clothes, she ran her hands over the fabric of the jeans looking up with her puffy red eyes at them.

They could both see how badly she was struggling already, and it hadn't even been more than a few days since she lost him,

Carl frowned softly to which they both noticed when they looked at the expression on his face,

Michonne had wrapped her arms around Carl pulling him out of the room so y/n could get dressed and well so she could be alone with her mind.

once the door was shut y/n had stripped her bloody clothes murmuring a soft cry as she felt the gold necklace skim her bare chest,

it was the the necklace Daryl had grabbed for her on a supply run, it was a simple gold heart but she cherished it, she loved it and she never took it off, especially if now he was gone, she wanted to hold onto him forever.

She had slipped into the bed resting her head against the pillow case as she had stared at the grey paint of the wall, she felt tears stream down her face while her hand had fiddled with the necklace, her fingers tracing over the golden heart.

she stared down at her shaky fingers before sitting up on the bed, she wasn't sure if this was even real, she felt almost in some sort of movie or maybe she was just stuck in a bad nightmare praying that surely she was going to wake soon from the terror.

She sat up feeling a warm tear slip down her cheeks, her nails still had blood and dirt underneath them, she picked at the crevice of her nails while her eyesight had turned into such a blurry fog from her own tears spilling out once more.

Her throat felt raw from all the tears she had spilt, her lips trembled each time she felt the metal skim across her chest sending a shiver down her spine,

Her eyes felt puffy and her nose stuffy from all of the emotions building up inside of her, her mind felt enflamed with a longing, a longing for him just to be alive, for him to be here right now.

"what are we gonna do? go looking for a walker the odds of that are impossible?"

rick asked, his hands resting at the table while Carl was sitting in the living room doing his own sense of mourning over the dead hunter,

Carl could hear the conversation, hell he was listening into it to figure out maybe how he could help her and well his father to.

Carl liked Daryl. He was a good hunter, a good survivor and a good member of the team which is why he knew he had to speak his mind.

He had his sheriffs hat off while he rested his head against his knees his back pressed against the cushions of the seats on the couch while his feet rested on the decorative markings on the rug,

he could hear a sliver of his father's conversation while he was talking to Michonne.

"we can't rick, hell what if he's dead for actual what if he's not a walker and we're looking for a dead body that could've been burned or slaughtered!"

michonne spoke while she took a seat at the kitchen table pushing an empty glass bowl away from her.

"dad" carl had spoken up, brushing off his blue jeans and taking a seat next to michonne

he looked up at his father while he set his hat down onto the table, his foot bounced on the kitchen floor underneath the table while he was thinking of just how to ask if 'daryl was really dead'

"do you think he's dead y/n?"

he spoke not to his dad but yet y/n who had peeped into the doorframe to spy on their conversation and well so she could see when they left so she could sneak some supplies and just leave again

but she had been spotted by the teen boy who was waiting for an answer to his question.

he knew it was insensitive of him to even mention the fact Daryl could've have truly been dead but he was to afraid to ask his father.

Not because he didn't want the truth but he was afraid to hear it whenever it came down to one of their own men and family members.

y/n searched the kitchen until her eyes glanced at the kitchen counter where her gun and her holster had rested she reached for it but rick grabbed her hand making her sigh softly with a quake in her eyes as she looked at him.

"why do you need your gun?" he asked watching her push his hand away and wrap her holster around her waist and slipping her gun in after she checked the amount of bullets she had left.

"i can't sit her and just imagine he's out there as a walker so i'm going to find him and if he is a walker i'll put him out of misery, thank you for all you've done with the clothes and the pain killers but I need to get my bags and be on my way"

y/n spoke turning her back so she could walk up the stairs, Michonne stood up along with Carl to follow her up into the bedroom,

"are you out of your mind you'll get yourself killed!" carl lectured watching as y/n had started to pack her bags with fresh clothes and some medicine from the bathroom cabinet she slammed the door shut while tossing her bag onto her back.

"what if it were Rick or Judith out there left as a walker hmm? would you let em walk and be a mindless monster for the rest of their lives hell what if it were Lori!?"

y/n bittered as she tried to skim past the two but Michonne pushed out a firm but yet gentle hand to stop her she hadn't said anything yet instead she stared.

"you have to let him go, just like the rest of us are because he is god damn dead! Daryl is long dead and gone he's not coming back we'll never find his body because it's eaten or he's one of them and you’ll need to find a way to live with it instead of going on these stupid missions to find a rotting corpse!"

Rick announced slamming his hand down on the table but she hadn't even jumped at it, instead she looked down at the table and back up at him.

"do not ever say that again you hear me? You ever say anything like that again and I'll break your jaw I don't care who the hell you think you are you have no say in what the hell I do! Or where the hell I go!"

y/n bit bitterly pushing harshly through the two as she grabbed her last bag, she could see Rick still resting in the kitchen waiting to understand what was happening.

"wait" carl called after her looking over at michonne as he adjusted the bag on his back,

"we're not letting you leave alone y/n you're family you have been ever since we met and we can't just let our family face the world on its own"

michonne spoke as a small smile had formed on her face, she had an arm around Carl as he slipped on his sheriffs hat looking over at his dad who's eyes fluttered softly looking at the three of them.

"I do not need another person dying because of me, so please for my sake stay here!" She spoke frustrated watching as Michonne folded her arms while blocking her way to the front door.

"No, you'll get yourself killed and Daryl's also our family y/n so we can't let you sit her and get killed while your on your own!" Carl spoke grabbing at her arm to make her face him.

She could see the plea in his eyes to come with her, hell he was practically like a puppy dog begging with just his eyes and his expression on his face.

She nibbled at the inside of her cheek before making up her mind of what she was going to do, "we have 5 hours of daylight that's enough to cover that side of the tracks and we'll find shelter after that"

y/n spoke slipping out of the door without another question, she could hear her boots crack down onto the broken up asphalt of the neighborhood as she could hear their footsteps behind her.

She held onto her backpack straps,

she hadn't had hope of finding him alive but maybe a body or a sign is what she needed, even if he had been gutted from the walkers and even if he had turned into one of them she needed to see it, she needed to be sure that he was really gone.

She needed to understand that he wasn't ever coming back to her even if he was a damn flesh eating monster she needed to know,

she wouldn't know how to live with herself if she hadn't tried looking, if she hadn't kept her promise of finding him.

Even if it took her years or the rest of her life she would look for him, she would pray for him to turn up until she was god damn blue in the face.

she sat in-front of the vehicle while her shotgun rested in her lap, she tossed her head back softly against the metal as she looked up at the stars, they had taken a break from the tracks because of walkers flooding them and well because it was to dark.

She wished that they could've kept going, she would've if it weren't for Carl and well the others, she'd be putting them at an even greater danger.

they had found a vehicle, a van that carl was resting inside or while the others sat around each other silently, she closed her eyes for just a split second before looking over at michonne,

"i hope i find him Michonne even if he is a rotted corpse I still need to find him" she admitted looking back up at the sky, michonne frowned softly before taking a sip of her almost empty water bottle,

she didn't wanna tell y/n the odds of finding his body, the odds would be even harder if he had turned into a damn walker,

instead she rubbed her shoulder closing her water bottle while she looked at rick,

he had his pistol in his lap while he was trying not to doze off from the lack of sleep he'd gotten in the past few days, even when he went unconscious from his wounds and malnutrition.

michonne offered y/n a granola bar she had found in one of the cabinets at the house but y/n pushed it away with the palm of her hand,

"you need to eat" michonne insisted but she watched y/n tuck the bar back into her hand pushing it away once more.

"i don't need it save it for carl or yourself i'll be okay" she tried to assure michonne who adjusted her bag on her shoulder while she crossed her feet to get some sort of comfort,

"sleep while i take watch?" michonne asked watching y/n decline the offer propping up her shotgun in her lap, "nah i'll be okay seriously" she spoke with a slight nag in her voice.

she needed them to believe she wasn't weak because she lost Daryl, hell she was trying to convince herself she was okay, that she wasn't turning weak from the pity his death had caused.

"Michonne can I ask you something?" Y/n asked turning to see the woman nod, y/n licked her lips clean before forging out her question.

"Did you kill him? The governor?" y/n asked while the loop of Hershel's blood spewing had seemed to flood back inside her mind.

"he's dead, killed him with my sword"

Michonne spoke, she took a pause and went to add onto her sentence but the sound of roaring of trucks interrupted her and the flashing of headlights as they slowed down just a few feet away from where the three were sitting,

rick covered his eyes from the bright light as he was still groggy and lost on what the hell was happening and why he was awoken so sudden.

y/n aimed her shotgun up at the men who stepped out of their cars, michonne pulled out her sword, and well rick pulled out his pistol watching y/n take a closer step to the men, they dimmed their headlights,

she watched the man in front adjust the stiff leather jacket he had on eyeing y/n and her gun she had aimed at his head if she were the pull the trigger it would've blown his brains out onto the ground behind him,

"who the hell are you?" she asked watching him take a step forward towards her yet she didn't move she froze resting in the same position.

"gimme the gun or i'll shoot your brains out right here right now" he spoke calmly but yet bitterly, a clear threat that meant he was playing around, it kind of reminded her of Daryl.

He reminded her of how tough he was.

she watched one of his men place a pistol to the back of her head, she hesitantly dropped her shotgun to his feet with a sour expression she watched a smile grow on his face as he picked it up and tossed the strap onto his back.

"that goes for all of you give me the weapons or we shoot her" he ordered at the others watching their weapons being slid across the asphalt to his feet,

he picked them up and tossed them to the men behind him watching as they placed them into the back of the pickup truck.

"on your knees" he ordered her watching as she licked her lips clean staring back with black pupils as wide as a predator,

almost like she was one of those damn walkers.

she hadn't moved instead she stood there without a doubt she could feel the shaky hand remove from the back of her head pulling the barrel away so the man behind her could kick her down onto the asphalt of the road,

she could feel his boot pressing into her as he stripped her off her backpack and patted her down to look for anymore weapons she might've been carrying,

her face scraped against the scattered rocks across the road, she could feel them scratching and nipping at her skin.

she let out a soft hiss as she squirmed softly trying to get her stuff back, "that's mine asshole!"

she yelled at him feeling a boot press down onto her head while he dumped her bag out onto the road to see if he could find anything useful.

a few scraps of clothing, an empty water bottle, daryl's leather belt, and a dirty rag covered in her old blood from her gunshot wound,

she watched him pick up the belt using it to tie her hands back while he untied the boot from her bag.

"that's not yours prick!" she spoke spitting down at his boots only feeling her face being pressed into the asphalt even more, "i'm gonna kill you if you touch them you hear me" she huffed,

he gestured for his men to let her up and to which she was yanked by her hair up from the ground,

he rubbed a few rocks from her face before punching her clean across the face hearing a wince and thump before moving onto the next members of her group.

they patted down the others to, and one of the men had even yanked Carl from the front seat of the car pulling him through the rolled down glass,

y/n had a gun placed to her head while he was speaking with the leader of her group,

"we want everything you have before we kill you" he spoke with a soft laugh pulling up y/n and placing her against the hood of his car,

"well i don't know we might not kill this lil pretty thang" he taunted skimming over the side of her cheek feeling her leg kick back at him.

it only had made him force her head into the metal before letting her slam down back to the ground feeling the boot back to pressing her down,

she looked at rick who cocked his head slightly as his hands were forcefully held behind his back.

he hadn't looked an ounce of scared and if he was there was no damn well of telling, hell none of them had even a drop of fear on their face.

Especially y/n she hadn't even quivered or jumped when the gun had been placed in her face or even when she was forced to the ground.

she could feel the headlights so bright in her eyes while she looked at Rick, they were watching his men tear up the van taking whatever 'supplies' they had last,

it wasn't much maybe a few empty water bottles and a few cans of whatever rick had grabbed from the cabinets.

"search em just in case they have anything" he spoke watching his men push her's to the ground forcing their bodies against the asphalt while their hands patted them down,

y/n could feel her body being patted down once again as the man had reached into her shirt feeling around her bra to see if she had stuffed anything in it, with no luck he moved on to her jean pockets groping and practically pulling the fabric to look for anything.

she could feel a soft tear slip down her cheek as rick noticed her discomfort squirming to try and wiggle his way free so that he could pull the man's hands away from her, "that's enough!" he yelled as his head was pressed down into the ridgid rocks of the road,

"c'mon can't we keep this one alive joe we ain't see a woman in almost a damn year!" the man spoke to his leader lifting her up by the collar of her shirt looking at the dried blood on her face,

"fuck you i'm not you're pet asshole"

she hissed back feeling as her body was tossed back against the ground, she rolled onto her back to gasp for air feeling the boot collide with her side,

"you think you're brave hittin a women huh c'mon i'm right here!" rick shouted wiggling against the rope of restraints on his wrists hoping that they would take the hint of leaving her alone.

they had ignored his comment however instead they picked her back up again slamming her against the hood of the car tossing her body in the grass next to the road.

she could see stars and her world seemed to shut down, it seemed to fade into the dark like all the light had been sucked away from her and she was lift in just a black haze of nothing.

carl winced looking at her body as it thumped against the dirt and she rolled onto the ground,

her head starting to pool with blood as she laid almost lifeless in the overgrown weeds next to the road, the man had now pulled out his gun placing it in all three of their faces.

He couldn't help but stare at her, he hadn't even cared that there was a gun to his head instead he hadn't looked at the barrel but through the gap in his legs to see if she was even moving.

"should we keep the girl?" he watched one of his men approach the unconscious girl waiting for a reply as he held her up by her head

but he looked at his leader who shook his head and gestured him to drop her back onto the ground.

"let the damn walkers get her not worth our time" joe spoke smiling as he traced the barrel of the gun over Carl and Michonne's faces.

Rick shook his head at the leader as he whispered something under his breath, he could hear three gunshots go off as he felt blood splatter onto his face, he froze looking to see Daryl with only one damn boot and blood covered all over him.

"You want a pick?" Joe asked Daryl watching as he held up his crossbow aiming it at him, he hadn't let his guard down instead he placed the gun even further against the temple of ricks forehead.

"No I don't want a pick, I want ya to let them go" Daryl hissed back moving his crossbow so that one of the men in the gang would freeze.

"they're good people don't kill 'em" he huffed aloud catching a glimpse of his girlfriend laying in the grass making him want to put an arrow through his brain right then and there.

"What did you do? Hmm?!" He directed his eyes towards y/n who was sprawled out and looked dead in the grass with her head wound.

"you like our work on her? Just some rando" one of the men spoke up watching as his brows furrowed harshly and let out a grunt.

"She ain't no damn rando! that's y/n the one I was looking for, did ya kill her?" He asked watching as Joe turned away from Rick resting his gun back into his holster as he folded his hands.

"Find out your damn self" Joe spoke, and these would he his last words unless you count screams of agony because Rick had taken care of joe by biting the fleshiness of his neck out watching as he had screamed and gripped onto his neck and watched as as he bled out onto the asphalt,

rick let out a breath as daryl fired a last shot at the man aiming y/n's shotgun at them, he watched the body fall to the ground before he picked her up.

he weeped into the corner of her neck feeling some of her blood run down his hands from a wound from the spot she had been hit on the head

he looked up as Carl was untying the others and gathering the keys from the dead man behind him,

he started up the truck watching as the two others slipped y/n into the back of the truck, Michonne and Rick had sat up front while Daryl sat in the back.

Mostly because he didn't wanna leave her, and if this really were her last short bit of moments he wanted to be there to watch them, he wanted to be there to tell her everything was okay.

She was propped up in his lap, the fresh apple red color staining over the dried blood on his hands,

he was breathing softly looking down at her and back at his boot that had been resting next to her bag. Covered in dried blood and it's laces undone.

"wanna explain to me what the hell happened? who the hell were those men?" rick asked shakily watching Daryl's eyes flick up to look at him.

"First off after the whole prison ordeal I was with Beth and well we got separated and I came across a group of men fighting walkers but they were all bit and when I went to kill the walker it got my boot and well a few of the men in that group I found after I lost Beth went huntin and got separated from em and i came back to find this mess"

he spoke rubbing the top of y/n's head planting a soft kiss on a patch of skin while he clenched her frail hand, she still felt warm but her fingertips seemed to have their warmness torn away.

Almost like they were tips of an icicle,

"She movin at all back there?" Carl asked turning around while he adjusted the hat on his head, he watched Daryl shake his head while Carl sighed and flipped back around in his seat.

"She's breathing, that's all I can say but other than that she's out cold"

They had set her down back at the houses, because they couldn't carry an unconscious girl out onto the tracks to be left vulnerable.

And well if she did die she'd deserve a proper burial, because she was one of them. She was their family.

She had a blanket over her while she was propped up in a bed her head sunk into the pillows while Daryl had never left her side,

he held her hand the entire time not even letting loose his grip when his finger started to ache and practically beg him to stop.

However it wasn't the only thing begging him to get some relief but yet rick begged him to take a break so that he could get some rest.

He knew Daryl wouldn't properly take care of himself until she woke up, and the question was if she was going to wake up, and when?

However even if he tried he wouldn't be able to sleep, he wouldn't be able to fall asleep knowing that she was injured all because of him,

this was his fault, well that's at-least but his brain was telling him, it was blaming him for all this. Blaming him for ever leaving her behind in the first place, and here he was paying the price.

She had been out for two days, two full days, it seemed to give Carl a sense of deja-vu as he looked at the passed out women, it made him think of the way his father had been when he got injured.

The way he was so damn scared to loose him, so he surely knew how Daryl was feeling, he could practically see and feel it himself while he looked down at her body laying there so still.

It would even be a miracle if she woke up,

and which it was a miracle because Daryl had tears running down his face as he heard a soft voice call out to him, it was a soft mumble before she closed her eyes back again from the bright sunlight peaking through the windows.

He would ask questions later for how did she even find Rick or how she found his boot, but for now he just planted a kiss onto the top of his head while wrapping his arms around her, "thank god" he mumbled against her before he pulled away latching himself onto her hand to keep a grip.

"Don't leave please" she spoke watching as he shook his head, "no no I'm gonna stay with ya don't worry" he spoke planting yet again another kiss onto the top of her head.

She tried to sit up to which she felt dizzy, she felt so nauseous that she immediately fell back against the cushions of the pillows feeling her back sink into the foam of the mattress below her that was dressed in a delicate white set of cotton sheets.

"your dead" she mumbled at the realization, this was all some crazy fever dream she supposed, maybe she was the one who died along with him, and that's why she was finally able to see him.

"No, I'm alive look feel me y/n I'm alive" instead of reaching out to feel him she backed away using her hands to crawl to the other side of the bed.

"RICK!" She called hoping that maybe this would prove if she was actually in real life, that she hadn't dropped dead from those men.

She could hear the clatter of boots up the stairs as Rick held out his gun letting out a thankful sigh to see that she was very much awake and well.

He holstered his gun looking over at Daryl, "I'm not dead!" Daryl spoke defensively watching as Rick poked him for the jokes of it.

The lines seemed blurred again as her vision seemed to switched her eyes grew heavy and her head started to ache like she was on one of those spinning carnival rides.

"Jesus christ don't scare us like that!" Carl spoke pushing his father out of the way so he could get a better glimpse of the confused y/n.

"y-your boot" she mumbled watching as he pulled her bag from underneath the bed and gently untied his laces off of the strap and placing it in his hand.

For now he had found some cheap torn up shoes found on one of the walkers bodies, they were a pair of light brown leather boots with scruffed and cut up laces in them.

She stood in the corner of the room her back pressed against the wall while her hands pressed flat against it like she was a damn statue just frozen in place from the confusion in-front of her.

"Am I dreaming?"

She asked looking over at Michonne who stepped into the room tucking her sword away once she realized there wasn't any danger around.

"No y/n you're very much awake right now" Michonne assured her watching as she ran into his arms practically taking him down.

With a grunt he gripped back placing a set of soft kisses along the top of her head while he rubbed her back softly, he could feel her tremble while her tears seeped into the fabric of his shirt.

Her nails clawed at his back surely tearing a hole in the fabric from how hard she was holding onto him for the fear he would disappear if she ever let go,

She closed her eyes to take in the moment at the realization that this wasn't Carl or Michonne or Rick holding her but yet Daryl,

this was Daryl caring for her when she was sad, when she was so sad she thought the world was going to consume her whole like a California earthquake shaking the grounds of San Francisco.

the rest of the group hadn't said another word instead they shut the bedroom door to give them their own set of privacy while they made their way downstairs back into the kitchen.

"Sasha said I was crazy for even trying to look" y/n spoke feeling as Daryl placed her against the bed so that he could coo her to get some rest especially when she was still fresh with a head injury.

She knew she was right all this time, and she had been so proud of sticking through with herself, so proud that she had finally been able to rest against him while the heat of his body kept her warm.

"maybe just a little but Beth believed in finding you and her sister" he spoke rubbing her shoulder.

she took in the scent of the woods on him, she could smell the moss and tree bark lingering on him along with the smell of campfire smoke.

"I didn't know what to do after I thought you died Daryl, I just turned my mind onto survivor mode and I went looking for shelter" she admitted feeling guilty at the fact she just skipped over him.

"It's what we have to do, we can't just control and wait around for some miracle" she could feel the words sink into her heart making it feel heavy almost like it was ready to sink to the pit of her gut.

She understood that this wasn't a miracle but their fate, that they were supposed to live, they were the walking dead and they were the true survivors.

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tomhardyspinkyfinger · 3 years ago

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The Gym

Masterlist

A/N: Request for @druukkari <3 thanks for the request! I loved this idea and really ran with tommy as a high schooler. I really liked the idea of them being in hs so I went with that. Hopefully you enjoy it!

Request:

i’ve been obsessed w tommy conlon lately so could u do something where tommy and the reader were friends in hs and they’re getting really close again after he came back but he still keeps his walls up and won’t even touch the reader bc although he knows he would never hurt u he’s still scared to give u the wrong idea or hurt u and u comfort him, basically saying u know he would never hurt u and ur not scared of him and stuff?? 🥺💗

I moved through the gym handing out water bottles and fresh towels to the giant gym buffs who attacked their respective punching bags.

Most teenage girls went shopping after school or talked on the phone with their friends.

I worked in my dads gym.

My mom had died when I was young, so my fathers grand gesture at bonding with me was forcing me to work after school and on weekends. He was overly protective and extremely hard headed towards everything, especially dating. My father never taught me much, just how to throw a mean right hook and that any creature with a penis wasn't worth my time.

His constant shielding worked on me when I was younger, but now that I'm older I see boys differently.

Especially Tommy Conlon

His father Paddy came in a few weeks back and signed his sons Tommy and Brendan for a membership to train. He and my dad were old friends so my dad was elated to have them join, even if they were half the age of most of the guys in here. Be that as it may, Tommy and Brendan had more skill than nearly everyone who trained in the gym.

I had seen the brothers around school a couple of times, both of them in the grades above me. I noticed Tommy more so. He had a few tattoos, and I was smitten. No one our age had any legitimate tattoos, just stick-n-pokes, including me which resulted in a two hour lecture and five week grounding from my father.

Both brothers sparring in the ring brings me back to now, where I leaned on the counter out of view with my head in my hands, admiring Tommy's serious fighting face. I continued on day dreaming until the match was over and continued on with my day. The boys stayed well into the night, their father would drive home without them and instruct them to run home for a post workout. Brendan always left right as they finished but Tommy would stay, getting in some extra practice after closing.

Before Brendan left however, he leaned over the counter I sat at and spoke under his voice.

"Just a heads up, my brother has it bad for you. I'm sick of him being such a jackass so how about you give him a shot? I see you watch him when we fight." Brendan said with a smile. I felt my face flush and I looked away. Brendan tapped his fingers on the gym and left without another word.

I turned and paled at Tommy watching from not to far, definitely having heard what his brother confessed. He rushed off to the locker room and I followed quietly. Dad was in the back office filing paperwork so I knew he wouldn't see me follow Tommy in.

I entered to see Tommy quickly removing his hand bandages, trying to fill his bag with his equipment to leave as soon as possible.

"Tommy?" I spoke, my voice unsure of itself.

He glanced up at me and kept packing up his stuff.

"Brendan has no business telling you any of that." He muttered.

"Well what if I have it bad for you too? What then?" I questioned, feeling bold. He halted in his movements and looked at me, his heavy breathing drawing my attention to his bare chest.

"Do you?" He questioned, approaching me now. I looked up in his eyes and shrugged.

"Depends on if your brother was telling the truth or not."

"He was."

"Then yes Tommy, I have it bad for you." I whispered now. He brought our lips together suddenly and I practically moaned. I had dreamed about my first kiss for ages and none of it could live up to how soft his plump lips felt against mine.

Our relationship flourished from there. A simple kiss in a sweat scented locker room. We had to keep it a secret obviously, my father was a hard ass and his father hated distractions. We would have lunch together at school, occasionally skip class and have official dates. Our favorite time spent together was after hours at the gym. The boys stayed after hours every night given Paddy's friendship with my father. I would go into the locker room after I was sure my father had retired to his office. I always had Tommy leave out the front, and I would let him in through the fire exit in the locker room.

We would mainly use this time to kiss, being hormonal and all, but most of all we talked about our days and how much we loved each other.

One day I was antsy to get my hands on him, so when no one was looking I walked by and muttered in his ear:

"Locker room, 15 minutes."

The locker room was empty at this time of day and when Tommy entered I practically pounced on him. His hands always stayed on my waist and never ventured down further every time we kissed. It was sweet but I was starting to wonder if we were ever going to move further. While these thoughts consumed my mind along with the pleasurable feeling of his lips, I failed to notice the sound of my fathers heavy footed walk enter the room.

"What in gods name are you doing!" He yelled out. I jumped back from Tommy, shock lacing my features.

"D-dad.. it's not what it looks like!" I attempted to salvage what I knew was the biggest shit show I had ever been apart of. Tommy was pale, eyes wide.

"It looks like my daughter is whoring herself out right under my nose!" He screamed. I flinched at his use of the word whore.

"Dad it isn't like that we're dating and in love!" I yelled back, tears brimming my eyes. His nostrils were flared and he grabbed my bicep, forcefully removing me from the locker room. He rushed us out to where Paddy was helping Brendan warm up. Tommy was following suit.

"Paddy, your son was defiling my young daughter in the locker room! Pack up your shit and get out! I don't want to see the three of you anywhere near this gym again!" My father yelled. Paddy looked over at Tommy, rage in his eyes as Tommy looked at the floor. I struggled in my fathers grip and wiped my tears aggressively.

"No! He didn't! We're together and I love him!" I shouted, trying to stop this hellish event. Other gym patrons watched on and I felt myself starting to panic at the weight of the situation.

"You heard me Conlon. You and your sons out. Now." My father had the final word, he dragged me up to his office as they left the gym. I locked eyes with Tommy one more time and he just looked down, leaving the gym.

That was the last time I ever saw Tommy Conlon.

Until he showed up to my gym 15 years later.

I perked up from my desk as I heard a distant conversation come from the receptionist I had at the front desk which was weird since we officially closed ten minutes ago and the gym was practically deserted. I usually kept my office door open for anyone to enter, unlike my father had once done.

"Does Fitzy still own this?" I listened to the familiar voice ask.

"Nah, he died a few years back, his daughter owns it now." James, the receptionist replied.

"Is she here?" The man asked. I exited my office and immediately locked eyes with Tommy Conlon. He was bigger, yet he looked unhealthy. His eye bags were dark and he seemed sick. He hadn't changed much, he was just much more built.

"She's right here where she's always been. Where the hell have you been?" I asked, arms crossed. His eyes raked my body before he met mine again.

"Can we talk?" He asked. I nodded and began to lead him to my office after telling James to go home. Tommy followed silently and shut the door after himself after we entered the office.

"Go ahead and talk, Conlon." I spoke, placing myself in the chair and crossing my legs. He sat at the chair across from me and itched his ear.

"I'm sorry I left Y/N." He muttered. I laughed bitterly.

"Means a lot Tommy, you're just fifteen years too late." I said, irritation lacing my voice.

"That day Fitzy caught us my father took us home and beat me to a pulp. When my mother came home she patched me up and told me to pack a bag. We left together and never looked back. She only lasted a few years before she died." Tommy explained, a distant look in his eyes. I let out a sigh and sat up, placing my hands on the desk.

"Why didn't you ever tell me how he treated you? Or call me and explain this to me when it happened?" I questioned. He shrugged and looked away. I stood and approached his chair, putting both hands on his face and rubbing his soft cheeks.

"What happened to you, Tommy?" I muttered, feeling my throat close up at the broken man who sat before me, a man I once loved. A single tear fell down his face and I wiped it away with my thumb.

"Do you have somewhere to stay?" I questioned.

"With my old man." He responded, avoiding eye contact with me still. I could tell he had changed and getting through to him would be difficult, but I was up for the challenge.

"No, you're crashing at mine now. C'mon." I grabbed my keys and bag and led Tommy out after locking up.

"Thank you Y/N." Tommy spoke before we got into my car. I smiled gently.

"You still owe me for skipping town, but you can make it up to me somehow."

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babeyvenus · 2 years ago

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 39: New Faces and Kaminas

Sam went home, immediately being shouted at by her mother for leaving to go to Mexico without a word.

Uttering that it wasn’t her first time wasn’t a strong thought to tell her mom, so she kept it to herself. After her mom finally quieted down, she properly welcomed her home with a watery smile. Sam could only give a tired smile back.

She was left to freshen up, washing away the blood splatters, dust and dirt from her body, shuddering as every detail came back to her. Derek died and then came back to life. She wanted to kill Kate.

Scott and Kira could’ve died and all she was worried about was saving Derek. She felt guilty. Guilty for making him her first priority while the others were in trouble. She felt guilty and yet something was shouting in her mind to tear Kate apart for causing so much destruction.

The pain she felt in her chest, it felt horrible. She didn’t even take his pain away. She couldn’t. She was in too much shock to do so. Shaking away the thought of his bloody wound, she finished her shower and got dressed, finally exiting her bathroom and laid on her bed.

He was…safe. Everyone was safe. The mute was gone, the deadpool was done, they survived a poisoning and got rid of Kate. She wanted to take it as some type of victory, but…

Her phone brought her out of her thoughts, making her sit up and see Stiles’ face appear on her phone screen. Answering, she laid back down. “Hey.”

“Hey.”, he responds. He doesn’t sound…chipper. Bored, maybe. “You okay?”

She sighs. “I guess.”

She hears his chuckle over the phone. “You don’t sound okay.” He was quiet for a moment. “Wanna talk about it?”

She turned on her side. Did she? Did she really wanna tell him how close she was to killing Kate and making every hunter watch to give a message?

“Sam.”

Sam sighs. “I dunno, Sti.” He sighs in return. “Well, how are you feeling for real?”

“Tired. Confused. Conflicted.”, she says. Stiles made a disapproving huff. “Come over. I still got some pizza left. Let’s talk over that.”

Sam sighs once more. “Okay.”

At the Stilinski residence, Stiles and Sam sat in the living room, eating pizza as they discussed.

"What's really wrong?", Stiles asked. Sam sets her half-eaten slice down. “I… almost killed again. And again, I was stopped because my morals are stronger than my pure instinctual anger.”, she scoffed.

Stiles looked at her, his head tilted a bit. “That didn’t stop you before.”, he says, referring to the nogitsune. Sam frowned. “Because, both you and I were in trouble along with everyone else. Allison died and Aiden was next. He could’ve killed you. If given another chance, I’d do it again.”

Stiles leaned back against the couch. “You’d kill…for me?”

“I’d scorch the Earth over you.”, she says without hesitation.

She looked down. “But I didn’t feel malicious towards the nogitsune. I was…scared. Scared I was gonna lose you guys if I hadn’t done anything. In the end, we did lose in a way, but still. With Kate, I felt like it was karma. Karma for the Hales. Karma for trying to get Allison to kill Scott and Derek. Karma for trying to kill me and I hadn’t even been bitten at the time. I wanted to kill her. Not stop her so she’d see the error of her ways.”

She looked up at Stiles. “I remember beating her face in, trying to make her suffocate. I wanted to torture her… for so long until she was begging me to finally finish her. And the entire time, I was just in pain. Derek’s death changed me, and I can’t say if it was for better or worse.”

He smiled a bit. “You love him.” Her eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t—”

Stiles nodded. “You do. I don’t think you noticed, but I noticed. I think I started to notice when we had to deal with the darach.”

She frowned. Sure, Derek was handsome, loyal and sweet when he wanted to be, and he made her feel like she was on top of the world sometimes, but…

Stiles’ expression shut all of her confusion down as she remembered her actions from their meeting to now. She wasn’t just doing things for her and her friends anymore. She’s been doing it for him too.

“You just now realizing it?”, Stiles asked. Sam shoved him lightly. “Shut up.”, she muttered and sighs. Now that just left her with a new problem. Did Derek really feel the same? With what Isaac said and Derek's recent display of affection… It was confusing to her.

She wasn't supposed to catch feelings. It didn't end well when she did. It wasn't good.

Not that love itself wasn't a pleasant thought, it was the feeling of wanting to be loved sincerely that was the issue.

To know someone was actually infatuated with her, not just for a convenience. But being hurt over and over, it was hard to tell what was sincere and what wasn't when it comes to such a thing like "love".

It was complicated.

Even having to explain what happened to Coach was an issue.

"Then Stiles said that Scott and Kira were stuck in Mexico which is why they missed the game.", Liam explained quickly. "So we went down to Mexico to save them and drive them back out of Mexico and that's why we all missed practice." He finished as Malia nodded along with a nervous face.

Coach looked at Sam, and she gave him a weak smile and shrug. "You went to Mexico because Scott was kidnapped?"

"He's your best player, of course we did.", Sam said.

"Okay," Coach said with a nod. "I believe you."

"Really?!", Liam asked, hopeful.

"Absolutely not.", Coach shot him down. Sam rolled her eyes. She knew he was calling bullshit.

Coach shook his head. "But I've had experiences south of the border that would knock the genitals and ovaries off the five of you."

"Thanks, coach?", Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Still," he sighed and looked at the 5 students. "I'm glad you guys are okay because if anything happened to this one," He pointed at Liam. "And this one," he pointed at Scott. "I've got to be the worst coach ever. Don't make me look bad. He's your responsibility now. Watch over each other, look out for each other. Got it?"

The teens smiled and grinned at Liam proudly. Sam gave Liam a side hug. "We got it.", Scott answered.

"Wilson!", Coach yelled, making Sam jump. "Yes?", she replied.

"You go missing again and I don't know what I'll do. I didn't think I needed a manager until now.", he said, giving her a quick smile before disappearing into his office. Sam smiled and sighed.

The next few months passed by in a blur and the supernatural teens were finally seniors.

Sam, Lydia, Stiles, Scott, Malia, and Kira met up in the library, ready to do the traditional senior scribe in the library. Sam sighed as she waited her turn to write her initials. Scott walked over to her, placing an arm around her shoulders. “What’s up with you?”, he asked.

Sam smiled a bit. “Just can’t believe we’re already seniors. Despite everything, I’m really gonna miss this place.”

“We’re not leaving yet.”, he chuckled, dropping his arm. “Yeah, but these months are gonna go by fast.”, Stiles piped in. ''This isn't vandalism, is it?'', Kira asked Lydia, watching the girl nervously. ''Not technically,'' Lydia replied. Kira wrote down her initials and handed the sharpie to Malia. Malia finished and handed the sharpie to Sam.

She looked at all the initials before pausing. She saw a distinctive D.H. and a smile popped on her face once she saw a P.H. next to it. Sam wrote down her initials before writing a E.R, V.B., I.L., J.W., E.S and A.S. The thought of each comrade she’d come across, knowing they wouldn’t have been able to graduate alongside her and the others made her feel remorseful.

Scott moved next to her, and she handed him the sharpie. He glanced at all the initials she made and gave her a soft smile before writing his and an A.A. He handed the sharpie to another student before moving to wrap an arm around Kira’s shoulder.

The teens went their separate ways, heading to their own classes before finishing up the day and going home. Sam spent her time in her room, meditating deeply. She felt calm for a moment before she opened her eyes to see a hallway.

Instantly, she got defensive. What the hell was happening? They couldn’t catch a break for a moment. She walked through the dark hallway, simultaneously feeling for other people nearby.

She turned a corner and saw a familiar head of brown hair. "Liam…?", she called. The boy turned around quickly, his heart racing. "Sam?", he said shakily.

She walked up to him, placing a hand on his arm. "You okay?", she asked.

Liam swallowed, looking around nervously. "Is this a dream? I don't know what this place is. I don't like it."

"You and me both.", she said and looked around. She paused. A dream? She turned to Liam. "Did you fall asleep?"

He nodded. "I think so. I mean, I'm pretty sure. I took a shower and went to bed." He whimpered. "Don't tell me this is some Freddy Krueger stuff.", he complained dejectedly.

Sam sighed as she looked around. "I'd hope not. C'mon.", she said, leading him around the tunnels, feeling for the other bodies that were there.

She felt nervous as they seemed to be moving faster. Shit.

She practically tugged Liam around to avoid whoever this was. It may have been a dream for Liam, but she didn't fall asleep. Not during her mediation.

Something was off.

Whoever these people were wasn't normal. What the hell was Liam conjuring in his subconsciousness…?

Once they turned a corner, they were met with three figures that wore dark cloaks and gas masks.

Sam backed Liam away from the figures as their goggles stared back at the teens.

"Run, Liam.", Sam told him. "No, not without you!", Liam exclaimed fearfully. Sam pulled Liam away from the unfamiliar figures and dragged him off to a bright light ahead of them.

Sam's eyes instantly popped open as she took in a loud gasp. She looked around her room, seeing how it was dark now.

She instantly turned on her lights, seeing that she was alone in the room. She sensed her house and only felt her and her mom in the house before calling Liam.

Liam isn't picked up, his shaky voice on the other side. "That wasn't a dream… was it?"

"I'm afraid not.", Sam replied. They'd have to tell everyone else later.

The next day Stiles had stopped Sam in the hallways, out of breath.

''Hey, we need to talk.'' Sam looked at him in confusion as they walked to her locker. “About?”, she asked. He leaned against a locker. "You remember Theo from fourth grade?", he asked, and she stopped for a moment to think. Theo from fourth grade…

Sam was a student at Beacon Hills Elementary at the time. She remembered a boy being bullied and was gradually wheezing. Sam had stepped in to help, causing the boy’s bullies to turn on her.

Since then, she hadn't seen the boy.

She frowned before nodding a bit. ''Yeah, well, he's back and he's a werewolf.”, Stiles said, making her look at him in shock. “And there's something I don't trust him. He asked Scott to join the pack yesterday, but I feel like there’s a catch. We need to go see my dad.''

Sam nodded. “Okay.” Stiles was always paranoid and now rightfully so. If he was feeling off about someone, she wouldn’t argue until they found out why.

“I know his family left town around the time Theo was nine or ten,'' Stiles said as they sat in the sheriff’s office. ''His older sister died in an accident when he was eight.''

The sheriff frowned, already annoyed by his son’s antics. ''Please go to school.''

Sam gave him an apologetic smile as Stiles continued to talk, ''Dad, this kid's a werewolf.''

The sheriff nodded at Sam. ''Your best friends are werewolves. You are dating a were-coyote.'' Sam smiled while Stiles rolled his eyes. ''I still don't know what Kira's supposed to be.'', Sheriff said, waving his hand dismissively. ''When the flying monkeys come soaring through the station, you will have my undivided attention. Until then, Sam, please take him back to school.''

Stiles paused, scanning his dad over. ''What did you do?'', Stiles asked him. His dad frowned, confused. ''What?'' His dad asked. Then he looked at himself then back at Stiles. ''What do you mean, ''What did I do?''

Stiles looked at him up and down. ''There's something different about you.'', Stiles said, looking his dad over. ''What are you talking about?'', his dad asked. Stiles walked towards his dad and examined him, much to the sheriff’s confusion.

''What is it?'', Stiles muttered as Sheriff Stilinski looked at Sam with confusion before looking at his son once more.

His dad pushed him back and Stiles frowned at his father. ''For the love of God, Stiles, just go to school!''

Stiles pointed his finger at his dad, ''I will go if you promise to do a full background check of the Raekens.''

His dad shook his head, ''No. You know what? Just because I'm the only law enforcement officer who knows anything about this, does not make it my responsibility to do something every time you have a minor suspicion.''

''You're not the only one.'', Sam muttered, looking at Parrish from the windows. Stiles smiled triumphantly as his dad shook his head.

''Parrish!'' He yelled. The deputy looked up, looking at the three in the window.

The sheriff sent the teens to school after doing a background check and Sam left Stiles alone with Malia to rant. Lydia met up with Sam in the bustling hallways of new seniors and new underclassmen.

“How does the first day of senior year feel for you?”, Lydia asked with a smile. Sam sighed. “Can’t be too bad.”, she replied and looked at Lydia who looked to her left. Sam followed her line of sight and saw an unfamiliar face walk through the halls.

“Who’s he?”, Lydia muttered and Sam shrugged. The boy caught Sam’s eye and instantly smiled, picking up his pace as he walked over to the girls. Lydia glanced at Sam before backing away a bit.

“Hi.”, the boy said. Sam tilted her head in curiosity. “Hi?” The boy chuckled shyly and rubbed the back of his neck. “You probably don’t remember me, but I recognized you.” He held out his hand. “I’m Theo. Theo Raeken. From fourth grade.”

Sam’s eyes widened and she took his hand, shaking it and gave him a smile. He looked so much different from what she remembered. Although, it has been years and he looked so full of life. Probably thanks to the bite.

Who did he get bitten by, anyway?

“I’m shocked you remembered me. Haven’t seen you in a while.”, she said. He nodded, chuckling. “Yeah, well, had to give up the inhaler.”

Sam let out a small chuckle of her own. “It’s good to see you.” He nodded. “You too.”, he said, and nodded at Lydia before leaving. Sam let out a soft sigh before Lydia grabbed onto her. “He likes you.”, she whispered. Sam deadpanned. “Don’t start.”

Stiles wasn’t okay with the new appearance of the Raeken boy. He didn’t trust him at all. Scott did. His dad was no help at the moment. He could only rely on Sam. Sam wasn’t even sure either. What harm could Theo possibly do, knowing there’s a strong alpha in Beacon Hills now?

Sam sat in psychology, bored until the fire alarm went off. The students in her class all looked at each other before rushing out with other students.

Sam left the class and stopped as she saw Liam and Scott entering a class next to hers amongst the bustling students and immediately followed them. She saw the two boys and a girl. Tracy was her name. She stood at a desk in the back of the class with another student standing next to her.

Tracy had her hands on both sides of the desk as she breathed heavily. Scott glanced at Sam as she tried walking up to the girl.

Scott held her back and shook his head. “No.” Sam looked at him in disbelief. “Scott, what the hell is going on?”

He shook his head. “I-I dunno. She’s freaking out.” Sam pulled away. “Just lemme help.” Sam didn’t know what she was gonna do, but any help is good. She took cautious steps toward Tracy, holding out a hand.

She stopped once she saw that Tracy gripped the student's arm who let out a gasp of pain from the vice hold.

''Tracy,'' Sam called, warningly. ''Tracy,'' Scott called.

Tracy stared at the older werewolves, but her eyes held a distant look. Sam caught on as she stepped closer. Tracy’s breath became heavier.

''Tracy,'' Scott repeated as he stood by Sam. They saw as blood dripped from the student’s arm. ''She's hurting me.'', The student whimpered.

''Tracy, let go,'' Scott told her, but she wasn't responding. Sam got closer and heard Tracy muttering as she finally let go of the girl's arm. ''They're coming.'' Sam looked at Scott. ''They're coming for all of us.''

Tracy stood up and took a step forward but fell down on the floor and a silver liquid pooled out of her mouth. Sam knelt down to Tracy, grasping the girl. “Hey!”

Mr. Yukimura appeared. ''We have to get her out of here.'', Kira's dad said. Scott nodded in agreement and helped Sam get Tracy out of the room. They rushed out of the classroom and saw Stiles and Malia at the end of the hall. The couple opened the doors with widened, confused eyes and followed them out.

Scott had them rushing to Stiles' Jeep and struggled to put Tracy in the back of the Jeep without her spitting out whatever she had left in her system onto the seats before piling in.

Once Sam and Malia settled Tracy onto their laps, Tracy’s hand gripped Sam’s and her vision blackened before what she once saw was the jeep, now an unfamiliar room lightened by dimmed, flickering green lights.

She felt stuck. Bound. She looked around and saw a large capsule filled with a green liquid and a bandaged man was in it. To her left, there is a table. She turned and saw three familiar figures with the same gas masks from before.

She felt large hands grab onto her shoulders tightly and she couldn’t scream. She wanted to move. To run. To scream for help. Where the hell was she?

''Stop!”, she heard a voice. It was hers. “Get off of me! Stop!!”, she yelled as she saw one of the figures grab a syringe and aimed it toward her.

''Get her off of Sam!” Sam heard in the distance and the sight of Stiles’ jeep appeared once more. Stiles was driving fast, glancing back at Sam and Malia. Malia took Tracy’s hand away from Sam’s as she panted heavily. Scott looked at Sam, trying to settle her down.

“You okay?”, Scott asked. “Did she do anything? Are you bleeding?? Are you hurt?”, Stiles rushed as he drove.

Sam caught her breath and swallowed. “I’m fine.”

Sam glanced at Tracy. “You saw something, didn’t you? What was it?'', Scott asked. ''I— The other day, I was meditating and I had this vision, but it wasn’t a vision. It was Liam’s dream, but… I dunno how to explain it. We saw these people and they looked weird. They looked like…weird, fucked up doctors. They wore gas masks and cloaks. Tracy just said that “they're coming for all of us”.” She looked at Scott. “This shit’s real.”

Her face turned grim as her eyes widened. “They might be after Liam.”

“What!?.'', Stiles exclaimed.

“They saw my face.”, she muttered. Scott frowned. “I won’t let anything to either of you.”, he promised.

Stiles parked his Jeep in front of the Animal Clinic and the teens got out, carrying Tracy inside the clinic. Deaton walked in front and his eyes widened once he saw Tracy.

''Come on.'' He led them to the back and Stiles and Scott placed Tracy on the metal table. Deaton grabbed a small flashlight and clicked on the button and opened one of Tracy's eyelids as he flashed the light to check her eyes.

''Pupils dilate under normal conditions.'', he stated. Deaton placed two of his fingers on her neck. ''Heartbeat is two-fifty.'' He moved her shirt to the side, checking her shoulder. ''Evidence of an allogeneic skin graft on the right shoulder.''

He fixed the shirt and looked at her lips. ''Now, this silvery substance on her lips is not something I've seen. It almost looks like mercury.''

Her body jerked a bit and Stiles and Sam instantly took a step back, ''Uh…''

''Can't you just give her a shot of something?',' Malia asked.

''She doesn't look to be in any pain.'', Deaton replied. ''I meant a shot to kill her.”, Malia corrected and Sam looked at her with wide eyes. “Malia, we talked about this.”, Sam scolded.

''I generally prescribe to a code of ethics that frowns on such measures,'' Deaton explained.

''Malia, you know we're not going to do that.'', Scott told her.

''How do you know she's not going to kill us?'', Malia asked Scott. ''She makes a decent point.'' Stiles said, pointing at Malia. ''Either way, eventually, I'm going to have to let my dad know that she's here.''

''Agreed.'', Deaton agreed with a nod. “And while I may argue against euthanasia, I'm not opposed to a little…'' He trailed off and grabbed a jar that has a small symbol on it. ''Extra security.''

He opened the jar, throwing out mountain ash. Stiles frowned at the substance. The supernatural teens couldn’t get out, but he could. It was a bad idea. Deaton noticed the worried look he has on his face, ''Don't worry, Stiles. Tracy won't be able to cross a line of Mountain Ash.''

''She won't go anywhere.'', Deaton assured. ''Yeah, that's kind of what I'm afraid of.''. Stiles said.

''She's an experiment.'', Sam suddenly said. They looked at her as she stared at Tracy. The syringes, the gas masks, the weird outfits, the room… It was more than suspicious.

''What kind of experiment?'', Deaton asked and Sam shook her head. “I don’t know. But the vision I saw and Liam’s dream… Wherever she was before this, they were experimenting on her.” Deaton frowned as he looked down at Tracy. ''Stiles and I will only be the ones able to get out if something happens. You three,'' He looked at Malia, Scott and Sam, ''not so much.''

“Yeah.”, Sam muttered. Malia frowned and turned her head and moved her hand toward the barrier. Once she couldn’t get her hand through, she pulled away. ''Weird.''

''Scott, would you mind holding her down?'', Deaton asked the young alpha as he grabbed a scalpel. ''I'm going to try a few more invasive tests.'' He placed the tool against her arm and pressed against the girl’s skin but couldn't get through it. He frowned and pressed the knife once more, but it broke in half. He held it up and stared at it in shock.

''I think you're gonna need a bigger blade.'', Stiles stated. Sam frowned and leaned against a wall. What were they? Why were they so threatening? What were they trying to test?

''Now, that's interesting.'', Deaton said, snapping Sam out of her thoughts.

Scott's phone vibrated and everyone looked at him. ''What's up?'', Sam asked. Scott looked down at his phone.

''It's my mom. She's saying that driver’s awake and talking.''

Scott's phone vibrated again and her read out loud once more. ''Driver didn't have a stroke or heart attack. Says it was more like his body just locked up…''

''Like he was paralyzed.'', Stiles stated. ''I think I know what she is.''

Sam sighed in frustration, hoping it wasn’t what she thought it was. ''Do you care to enlighten the rest of us?'', Deaton asked him. ''Because this doesn't look too good.''

''Please, don't let it be another fucking Kanima.'', Sam groaned and walked over to the metal table as Deaton lifted her shirt up. The teens watched the girl's spine move.

Sam’s face scrunched a bit. “Well, that’s just nasty.”

Deaton poked Tracy's spine with his finger as it continued to move under her skin. Suddenly an opening of her back burst and blood splattered on Scott, Deaton and Sam, much to the girl’s disgust. Sam took a shocked step back, stumbling on her feet as she fell down.

She ducked and watched as Tracy moved upwards, then a tail came out her back and hit Stiles in the face. Groaning, Stiles fell onto the ground, before the tail hit Deaton in the face.

Sam’s body felt stiff before she finally fell backwards. ''I fucking hate those things.”, she muttered after Tracy left, much to everyone’s shock. “It didn’t work!?”, she yelled.

Sam watched as Scott collapsed on the floor next to her.

''Not a werewolf.'', Stiles said. ''Hey, uh, Deaton. How the hell did she get through the mountain ash?''

''I don't know.'', the vet answered. ''So she is an experiment?'', Sam muttered.

''I don't know how they succeeded if she was. But this is breaking the rules of the supernatural if she is.'', Deaton explained. ''Because it's a barrier no supernatural creatures should be able to cross.''

''Scott did it!'', Stiles and Sam said.

''Once, but it almost killed me.'', Scott told them.

''We should've killed her.'', Malia growled angrily. ''Meanwhile, she's probably on her way to kill someone else.'', Stiles muttered.

Deaton spoke up, ''Listen, everyone. We need to concentrate. Scott, Malia and Sam, you three will probably be able to move long before Stiles and I can. But you need to focus.''

''Healing.'', Scott answered. ''That's right.'', Deaton agreed.

''I don't know how to heal my body yet. I was only able to heal Aiden.'', she said and Malia agreed.

''Malia, calm down. It's okay…'', Stiles assured. ''I can't calm down.”, Malia huffed. "I can't move.''

''It won't last long.'', Scott told her. ''We're going to be okay. Doc, how do we focus?''

''Think of a body part.”, Deaton said. ''Your hands, your feet, even just the tips of your fingers.'' Sam closed her eyes and took a deep breath. ''Imagine them moving. Set it in your mind and your body will follow.'', Deaton encouraged.

Sam felt her body moving and heard a gasp. Her eyes popped open once she saw she was standing up. A small black blob floated in front of her face and she looked down. Her body was wrapped around a dark, nearly sheer liquid-like substance that kept her upright. Her feet weren’t even touching the floor, but it was a start.

“That’s…something.”, she heard Deaton say. Sam chuckled and felt her toes before wiggling them.

''Okay, unfair.'', Stiles complained. ''I'm pretty sure I felt my right leg move.'' He let out a groan. ''Uh, yeah, definitely felt it. Like a twinge, spasm, something.'' He let out another groan.

''I'm going to have to disagree,'' Deaton told him, whose legs were laid close against Stiles’. ''And I think I hold an informed opinion.''

''Malia.'', Scott said, and Sam turned to look at Malia. Her eyes widened. “I can move.”, she muttered before dropping to the floor, unsteady.

''I don't think she cut me that deep.'', Malia told them as her fingers wiggled. Deaton encouraged, ''Keep going. Keep moving.''

She let out a groan as she was able to move her arm. She gripped on the cabinets behind her and pushed on them, so she could stand up.

''What's happening?'', Stiles asked. ''I can't see.''

Sam was able to get the feeling back in one of her legs as she watched as Malia grunted in pain once she steadied herself. Malia stood up and she grabbed the table as she almost fell back down on the floor. ''Malia, hold on!'', Sam exclaimed.

''There's no time.'', Malia protested.

''Look, she's not a werewolf.'', Stiles said, panicked. ''But she has a scent.'', Malia countered. ''I can find her.''

“You’re definitely not going alone.”, Sam opposed. ''Malia.'', Scott said and she looked at him. ''Save her.'', he said, making Sam look at him in disbelief.

She grunted as she slowly reached for the door, then took off. ''Guys, I can move my toes.'', Stiles declared.

Sam turned to look at him. “You might wanna move faster.”, Sam said and felt a hand on her shoulder, quickly turning around to see Theo Raeken. “You okay?”, he asked. She absently nodded.

“What the-” Theo went to help Scott up before helping Stiles up. ''How did you find us?'' Scott asked. '''Cause you work here.'', Theo replied, getting Deaton up. ''I heard about Tracy; I've been looking for you two.''

''We lost her.'', Scott said to Theo. ''And Malia.'', Stiles added.

''I can help.'', Theo reassured. ''Let me help.''

''We don't need your help anymore.'', Stiles retorted. ''They’re at the Sheriff's station.

''Okay, well, who's going to drive?'', Theo asked. ''None of you are in the best condition to drive.'' Scott looked at him. ''Look, it doesn't have to mean I'm part of the pack. Or like you accepted me or anything like that. It just means I can help catch this girl or, well, at least, let me drive you there. I can help to stop her.''

Scott looked at Sam then at Stiles, who just gave him a look. Scott looked unsure. ''Scott. I can help you.'', Theo repeated. Sam’s eyebrows furrowed. He was persistent… Much like her when Scott first got bitten, just like Liam… but it wasn’t pressing. Like he was looking for something.

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Mizutori’s bakudeku fanfiction master list [complete works]

Really really good writing by these incredible authors. In no particular order! These are all Top!Bakugou and Bottom!Deku. If A/B/O dynamics then it’s Alpha!Bakugou and Omega!Deku. Yes, I have preferences.

Canon World – until 15k

What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me? by reading_raindrop | 8,303 | Izuku starts calling him Bakugou and it pisses the explosive teen off a lot more than he thought it would.

Oh right, you were a little sh*t by SaysiWrites | 5,653 | When Midoriya Izuku gets hit by an age-reversion Quirk, the last thing anyone expected to find out is that Toddler-Izuku is a little shit. Except for one Bakugou Katsuki, who has seen this phase one too many times already. (Bonus+ the entire Little Sh*t (Kidfic) series)

Do Not Disturb by surveycorpsjean | 10,010 | Apply enough force, and something is bound to break.

And Atlas fell by supercrunch | 15,185 | They move in together, after a while. Katsuki joins Best Jeanist and Izuku trains under Gran Torino. They still take comfort in each other every day, curl up in bed and kiss and talk about how life is going. Their live are tumultuous, after all, what with villains and training and rescuing people every week. It’s nice to have something certain. At the end of a day filled with violence and adrenaline, Izuku knows he can come home to someone concrete. It’s perfect. Being a hero is scary and grueling and uncertain, but this part is just right. And then, one day, a child dies in Izuku’s arms.

be loved by bonnia | 5,403 | The kidnapping incident leaves bakugou traumatised about being touched on the back of his neck, and midoriya decides to take matters into his own hands.

Big Protein by Mysecretfanmoments | 13,683 | Bakugou Katsuki has a thriving hero career, an agent to manage his famous attitude, and absolutely zero romantic interest in anyone. With the exception of his favourite health food joint refusing to expand to his city, his life is pretty damn perfect—so why does a viral video revealing Deku's stash of dirty mags involving him and Deku together turn everything upside-down?

Chocolate cake and resin preserved flowers by Anoksun | 11,396 | Izuku loses his memories. Katsuki struggles not to lose Izuku too.

Twin Stars by theperksofbeinglarissa | 8,435 | When Deku saves a woman's life, her quirk is accidentally activated. Her quirk? She reveals a person's soulmate. A star-shaped mark appears on Midoriya's left arm... and on Bakugou's as well. Kirishima is the only one who knows that Bakugou is Midoriya's soulmate, and Bakugou isn't taking the news very well. Can the twin stars of class 1-A work out their differences and find their happy ending?

Unhealthy Fixations by Thesis | 12,522 | Izuku is an adult who knows better than to crush on his childhood bully. AND YET.

Like the Moon by osakakitty | 14,781 | Katsuki Bakugo is having constant, erotic dreams about Izuku Midoriya. He isn’t sure why, but they won’t go away. In order to make them stop, he needs to figure out what Izuku Midoriya means to him.

Worth a Second Shot by cinnabee | 13,080 | Katsuki and Izuku celebrate registering as a Hero Duo together with a big party. What could go wrong?

Like Something Out of A Shoujo Manga by Merrywetherweather | 2,971 | Deku ends up in a rather interesting quirk accident, one that triggers flag events as if he were the protagonist of an otome game.

Canon World – 15k++

Blood Moon by lalazee | 94,860 | The Thank-Fuck-We-Aren’t-Dead Sex had started then, and had never really stopped. Then came the feelings and the fights. The ego, the pride, the jealousy. And then there was Us.

The Way You Used To Do by edema_ruh | 669,463 | During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Stuck in a ghost-like state, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in this state is no one other than Kacchan.

Just Like Breathing by MD_Daydreamer | 35,423 | Izuku got engaged. He didn't mind. If that made Uraraka happy, he could do it. He thought his life wouldn't change much.But then, Kacchan went to live in the USA.

briar roses (and hundred years of sleep) by vannral | 15,951 | In which Izuku is hit by a ‘Sleeping Beauty’ Quirk, Class 3-A tries to find his True Love and get them to kiss him, and Katsuki’s very angry about it all.

"what's your type?" by sapphicflower | 20,192 | In order to increase their popularity rankings as up and coming pro heroes, Izuku and Katsuki participate in the most popular late night talk show for hero duos - ‘Heroes Rising!’. They’re killing it, obviously, because they know each other from inside and out. Until one question stumps the two of them: “What is your hero partner’s type?”

and it was Just Right by cinnabee | 23,759 | Katsuki spends two years post-graduation in a furious one-sided competition with his childhood friend and rival's promotional photos - until they finally run into each other, and, well. You shouldn't believe everything you see in magazines. A love story about size differences.

Notice Me, Nerd by useless_donut | 40,000 | Bakugou is in love with Midoriya. He doesn’t hide it, in fact it’s so painfully obvious that the entire class of 3-A has him figured out in a matter of months (days, in some cases). Too bad Midoriya is the most oblivious motherfucker out there, and Bakugou is too damn stubborn to actually ask him out. A love story as witnessed by the class of 3-A.

in your dreams, nerd! by sapphicflower | 37,639 | In a strange and unexpected set of circumstances, Izuku and Katsuki find themselves sharing their dreams together whenever they happen to fall asleep at the same time. Being hopelessly in love with each other, they don’t mind it all that much. What better way to spend time with your crush than in a stupidly vivid dream?

Hear Me by my_name_is_Levi | 22,419 | It wasn’t as if nightmares were uncommon for the freshman class of Yuuei. They’d seen plenty of things, heard and felt and witnessed enough travesty in their lives to last them a lifetime. But Midoriya Izuku was screaming, and no one, not even Bakugo Katsuki could ignore it.

Bridges by supercrunch | 18,018 | Bakugou is signed up for a Calvin Klein modeling gig. The thing is, they really do need the money. And Katsuki's technically the leader of this bunch of morons, so he finds himself taking the job even though his pride will never recover. And even though nobody thought to tell him that he'd be working with his ex-boyfriend. You know, the cute freckled guy from high school who went and broke his heart. So, yeah. This whole situation kind of sucks.

objective truth by mamalade | 15,390 | Izuku gets hit with a truth quirk, as one does. He seems to be handling it well—until Katsuki shows up.

catharsis by dollcewrites | 15,071 | It's been six years since Izuku graduated.It's been six years since he confessed to his childhood friend; his classmate and his inspiration. It's been six years since he deleted Bakugou's number, asked his friends not to mention the name, spent every last effort of his heart turning off the TV and averting his eyes from the newspapers. It's been six, long, long years since he gave up on Katsuki Bakugou ever loving him back.

Here here, my friends and me (You are my familia) by Jeka | 128,832 | Bakugou Katsuki has made a great job of ignoring the fact that he is tragically in love with Deku, someone who could never love him like that and let's face it, he doesn't deserve. Now that he can't ignore it anymore, he has to find a way to keep his childhood friend and move on for his own sake. Or so he had thought, maybe he can have Deku, after all. Izuku has everything he always wanted in life. But suddenly he has to navigate the most important relationship in his life through different eyes.

Canon World – Jealous!

Hands Off by SaysiWrites | 7,140 | When a new girl at school starts flirting with Bakugou, his friends quickly become invested in the idea of their friend experiencing love - even if he doesn't seem at all interested in her. What they don't see is Midoriya fuming in the background. But how can he get rid of her when they've spent so long keeping their relationship a secret?

Surfaces by surveycorpsjean | 25,225 | Katsuki has a new girlfriend, but something isn't right. As impossible as it is, Izuku can't help but wonder what it'd be like to be called Katsuki's girl.

Green-Eyed Beast by SecretKiwi | 4,721 | Everyone wants a piece of Katsuki Bakugou, but they should beware of the Green-eyed beast always lurking close behind him.

Green with Envy by Sol_Morales707 | 2,611 | Izuku Midoriya is not as innocent and pure as everyone thinks he is. The truth was he was very jealous and willing to do anything for a certain blonde.

Happy Camper by Arysa | 7,074 | Wanting a break from the stress of dealing with the rookie Pro Hero grind, a handful of students from Class A decide to go on a camping trip. Izuku's excited to relax and catch up with everyone, especially Kacchan. But, well, Kacchan's... Kacchan. And dating Kirishima.

How to stop time: kiss by Teddingtons | 31,693 | Deku finally asks Uraraka out. Everyone's supportive except Bakugou who can't even look him in the eye. Deku seeks him out after and is hit with truth.

What I Deserve by s_the_queen | 16,671 | When Izuku starts dating a student in General Studies, everyone is happy for him. She's super sweet and really caring. But something doesn't sit right with Katsuki.

Deku's Already Fucking Taken by asdfjkl129 | 20,704 | 5 times people don't realize that Deku is already in a very happy relationship and try their hand at asking him out, and then in Bakugou's unique and special style, get very firmly corrected, +1 time where no correction is needed.

His by sister_elric | 6,206 | Izuku would like to consider himself a pretty level headed individual. Sure, he had the occasional tunnel vision, especially when it came to training. And hero work. And Kacchan. But, overall, Midoriya felt as though he typically kept his cool. Well, maybe that was a stretch. But, at the very least he could understand his own emotions. So, it surprised even him when an unfamiliar emotion coursed through him as a first year approached his boyfriend, Katsuki.

Down the Red Line by MinervaHope | 7,804 | Izuku has been able to see the red strings of fate since birth. It's no surprise that his is connected to Katsuki.

Canon World – Fake Relationship Goes Wrong

how he should’ve known (and how it turned out) by vannral | 43,918 | In which Katsuki and Izuku pretend to be a couple to avoid journalists, the plan backfires magnificently because of course it does, and the act goes on. Includes feelings, pining, domestic fluff and jealousy.

Vicious by feelslikefire | 105,173 | Midoriya and Bakugou wind up in the very last position either of them thought they'd be in: Hero Partners. It's not fun, but they learn to cope. Their first big assignment together takes them undercover to infiltrate a cult, but the situation turns out far more sinister than they first thought.

What I can never tell you by Mikacrispy | 27,067 | After living in the US for 5 years, Izuku returns to take care of a concussed Bakugou who believes they're engaged. Now, Izuku has to pretend he's in a relationship with the man he's loved for most of his life, knowing that it's just a matter of time until Katsuki gets better and realizes it's all a lie.

Not-Dating by MiraChaDoodles | 14,290 | Katsuki takes Deku on a not-date to save his career, only to find himself wishing it were real.

we'll do the things that lovers do by ethereals | 29,544 | Izuku gets an invitation to Shouto's wedding and Katsuki is PISSED that he asks Kirishima to be his date (also he wasn't even fucking invited

Canon World – Friends With Benefits (?)

Four Times Bakugou Katsuki Doesn't Intend to Sleep With Midoriya Izuku (And the One Time that He Does) by fallingraine85 | 17,601 | He hadn’t planned for any of this. He isn’t about to go delving into the ball of yarn that is Midoriya Izuku’s heart; he isn’t equipped to try and untangle and make sense of it all. He isn’t about to try to analyze how he’s feeling about all of this, either.... How many times can you repeat the same mistake?

We Wear Chains on the Weekend by surveycorpsjean | 35,086 | Well, in a day of revelations, it turns out that Izuku isn't as vanilla as Katsuki previously thought. Unfortunately, that fascinating discovery is overshadowed by Izuku's dumbassery, because he has zero concept of aftercare."Don't go to anyone else," Katsuki says, because screw it. He can do a better job anyways. Or; Katsuki finds Izuku on a bad drop.

Just for Now by Shiro_Kabocha | 48,135 | Katsuki's parents are out of town over a school break and to keep him from getting up to any shenanigans, they ask Izuku to house sit with him. What are two teenaged boys to do when left alone to their own devices? (Bonus+ the entire Just for Love series)

safe in the darkness by yoonskisses | 20,855 | Izuku and Katsuki had been meeting up secretly for months, with absolutely no feelings involved. Or so Katsuki thought at least. The dorm gossip about Ochaco and Izuku's new relationship seemed to set a spanner in the works for their arrangement.

Alternative Universe – No Quirks

Bluebird by EtherealBeing | 53,108 | Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katsuki was well aware of that fact. However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn't enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.

Someone Borrowed by mynameis152 | 138,996 | It felt like hours that he stared at Izuku, coming to terms with the fact that a man, his childhood best friend, whom he hadn’t seen since their senior year of high school, was there in front of his very eyes. Then his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched before he uttered through gritted teeth the very name Izuku had longed to hear for years. “Deku.”

Dark Side of the Sun by Synnie | 51,598 | Staying up too late playing video games, Kirishima wasn't expecting to get an urgent call begging for help. Next thing he knew, he was letting his classmate Izuku Midoriya take refuge in his apartment - without consulting his always angry roommate.

Manage Me by Justaperson1718 | 10,756 | Izuku becomes Katsuki’s model agent.

Don't Set Your Drink Down by Crandberrycrush | 88,424 | With sudden clarity Izuku realized he had broken the first rule of going out. Never leave your drink unattended.

Livewire by pretty_rekless | 18,160 | Per Ochako's request, Izuku downloads a gay dating app in hopes to finally find a partner. Except every single one of his leads keep ghosting him or standing him up... That is until one hot, fiery blond enters the chat. Grindr/Tinder AU fic.

Drinking Watermelon by warschach | 8,906 | Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.

Precious Pet by Mikacrispy | 6,379 | When broke college student Midoriya Izuku found a job that offered lodging, food, and good pay for four hours of work each day, he thought it was too good to be true. But he called anyway. Turns out all he has to do is to be the spoiled little puppy of a rich businessman.

Our Eleven Summers by Dark_Mage_Ayumu | 34,472 | The first time Katsuki met Izuku was when he was eight. For the next eleven years, Izuku changed his life, and no one even knew. Their relationship was something they shared in secret.

sticky note crushes by ladyofsnails | 3,239 | Katsuki hates his roommate. The green-haired, freckled, artsy son of a bitch with his dumb pun t-shirts and paint-stained hands he can’t fucking keep to himself. Katsuki can’t leave a single assignment or paper out in his room because that idiot will just grab anything to draw on it. He’s like a shark that can’t stop swimming else it’ll die – he can’t stop drawing. Ever.

Don't Play Pretend by SweetSide | 10,103 | Actor AU: Deku and Bakugou get the leading roles for an upcoming TV Drama. They weren’t aware that they would be working with each other for who knows how long. It would’ve been completely fine if they weren’t exes.

97.6 FM by jamjars | 32,249 | Izuku can’t stop listening to the radio host with the deep voice who sounds like he’s stuck in 2010. It’s a harmless crush. That is until he starts calling into the show under the pseudonym Deku.

Read {between} Your Lines by greatcloudninja | 52,252 | Midoriya Izuku, up-and-coming actor, has finally hit his big break (...), Bakugou Katsuki, who has been acting for over twenty years.However, Bakugou seems to have it out for Izuku, leading to tension both on and off set. When some incriminating photos surface, the studio suggests (...): having Bakugou and Midoriya fake a relationship to get ahead of the rumors.

I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts by PassingShadow | 5,522 | Izuku is a professional cuddler and Katsuki is his new client that’s just a little rough around the edges, and needs a natural healing touch.

Alternative Universe – Quirkless Deku

A Good Old-Fashioned Tattoo AU by lalazee | 14,437 | After their paths had split, Bakugou & Deku meet again as adults. While Bakugou begins to repent for the kid he used to be, he also starts to prove himself as he the man he is now.

Call Me a Safe Bet (I'm Betting I'm Not) by WTTTD | 10,803 | He wished he had some sort of heads up before seeing Deku again for the first time after nearly two years, looking like the essence of a lazy Sunday, smiling and surrounded with brand new, adoring friends. It was a little fitting that Katsuki burned for him so badly. (Support Department Deku)

In Which Kacchan Has a Ruff Time by OneshotPrincess | 14,511 | Bakugou Katsuki gets quirked into a dog, gets adopted by an unknowing Izuku and generally has a very rough few days full of realizations

While You Were Sleeping by Belkacaramelka (annabelleg) | 71,197 | The one where quirkless fanboy Midoriya Izuku rescues Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, gets mistaken as his fiancé while he is in a coma, and gets caught up in the most unlikely fake engagement... until his childhood enemy and Todoroki's classmate Bakugou Katsuki tries to catch him out, and they both end up discovering a lot more about each other than they'd expected.

Let Me Assist You Personally by Seeress | 32,806 | Izuku is long-suffering Personal Assistant to #1 Pro Hero Dynamight.Dynamight can't keep a PA to save his career. They all quit crying after a few days weeks. Enter, Izuku—with enough money problems to brave the jaws of the cranky beast. Childhood friend turned glorified paid slave. Somehow it all works out. ‘Kill them with kindness’, his mom had told him once. If that were true, Bakugou Katsuki would be stone-cold dead by now.

Smile For The Camera by kurokonekokilled | 19,179 | Midnight has a cam site, home to millions of users, but one catches Katsuki's eye when he goes scrolled through it in search for something to help him release a little stress. A live stream and the best orgasm of his life later, his wallet is lighter, and he might be almost as obsessed with this Deku guy as the cam boy is with him.

Just Like The Comics by brichibi | 24,935 | Where Izuku works at a comic book shop because that’s as close to a hero as he’s gonna get, and Katsuki plays the part of heroic ex-boyfriend who is good at everything except winning Izuku back... maybe

Alternative Universe – Quirks

Get on my Level by Mikacrispy | 92,273 | Bakugou Katsuki is a Pro Hero whose boss demands him to take an intern. Midoriya Izuku is a UA student who needs an internship. When the two of them are put together, they learn about what it truly means to be a Hero and what it means to be in love.

A/B/O – Secret! Baby

Home by Emerald2402 | 87,214 | Midoriya Izuku left Japan in a rush, moving to America without a word to anyone else. But then almost 11 years later he arrives back Home and Bakugou Katsuki's Alpha is furious. Fuck that, Bakugou is furious, because Midoriya Izuku, an omega he tasted one time, has been keeping a very big, very blonde haired, green eyed secret.

Those Under the Same Stars by PerpetuallyPerturbed | 325,553 | When Katsuki Bakugo left Izuku Midoriya five years ago, he thought it was for forever. He put aside dreams and wishes of the omega to focus on his career. He was going to be the best hero, after all. He couldn't have an omega getting in his way. So when he's stopped on the streets one day by a pup begging for help for his mom, he isn't prepared to face what he gave up, and what the consequences of his actions were. (Quirkless Deku)

A/B/O – Quirks

Mark Me. Make Me Yours. by decadentbynature | 10,062 | Midoriya is the only Omega at UA and he's been hiding it well but there's one issue that threatens to expose him: his attraction to an Alpha, Bakugo. After being told to give some paperwork to Bakugo, Midoriya lets him into his dorm room and is immediately overwhelmed by his scent. Unable to help himself, he gives in to his urges, only to be discovered by Bakugo but instead of becoming enraged, Bakugo decides to give Midoriya exactly what he wants

Claim Me by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) | 114,449 | Being an Alpha has nothing to do with Katsuki's success as a Pro-Hero, the same way Deku's Omega status hasn't kept him from becoming Number Two. Secondary gender doesn't mean anything nowadays and “mating” is an antiquated practice. So when Izuku, his rival, asks Katsuki to Claim him in the middle of the night, there is only one logical thing to say. “What the fuck?”

Change of Plans by Mikacrispy | 185,965 | Alpha Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki never planned to get married to some random omega but what he wants isn't an option anymore. One for All wielder Midoriya Izuku has suffered injustice too many times and doesn't plan in allowing his secondary gender to dictate how he must live his life. Falling in love was never in the plans.

Going Feral For You by ANGIE_fic | 17,977 | Bakugou has an aggression problem that might have to do with his Alpha. His job is on the line because of it. So what do you do with a pent up Alpha? Yes.Rut. (Quirkless Izuku)

i live for you, i long for you by jeonjeonggukkkkkie | 19,165 | The five times Izuku hinted he wants Katsuki to spend his next heat with him, and the one time Katsuki took the hint.

Baby's First Bloom by ContraryBee | 44,945 | Izuku blooms for Katsuki one warm day in their third year of middle school. What follows is both boys learning about themselves, their bond, and the society they live in.

As Fate Would Have It by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) | 88,737 | Katsuki Bakugo had plenty of reasons why he wasn't mated yet, not that he was going to explain why to just anyone. But now, Ground Zero was running out of time. If he didn't find someone soon, he'd lose his position as a Pro-Hero and he'd never get to be #1. So, when he finds out there's a male Omega recently arrested for prostitution that's headed to prison if he too doesn't get a mate…well it must be fate. (Quirkless Izuku)

A/B/O – No Quirks

Gravity by warschach | 71,477 | Izuku is back in his hometown and plenty hasn't changed much from the 8 years he was gone. Except, Katsuki Bakugou, the alpha king of their small town. He's hotter- because that's fair, right, God? -, stronger, a now-famous pro fighter, and noticeably nicer this round.Not that he cares, pfft. (Fine, he cares.)

Nine Months by greatcloudninja | 23,303 | Omega Midoriya Izuku connects with Alpha Bakugou Katsuki through an online singles ad. Izuku pays Katsuki to help him with his heat, ending up pregnant in the process. What follows is a pregnancy filled with ups and downs, but whatever hurdles come their way, they can make it through together.

The long dark by Ominous-Anonymous (Ominonymous) | 13,289 | He could have been really dangerous. He could be a fucking murderer for all he knew. But Izuku Midoriya, ever the reckless daredevil, was not thinking of that when he got into a car with a complete stranger. Completely ignoring the part where his mother always taught him to never gets into cars with alphas he didn't know...

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frenchrebelfries · 3 years ago

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Fury’s Daughter

AN: Idk wth I just wrote... I just got this idea so yeah... Happy Reading!

You are the adoptive daughter of Nick Fury, when you were 5 he adopt you when your parents died on a plane crash that was cause by Hydra, your parents and Nick were good friends that’s why he took you in.

You were a smart kid, always analyzing things, Fury told everything to you and never lie. To protect your identity Nick made you a new one as you volunteer to be an agent of Hydra to gain information and was branded by the organization. You did dangerous mission and always getting out alive.

You were then sent back to and joined the Avengers initiative but the avengers were suspicious of you as you came out of nowhere, no files, no nothing but a name and Fury’s trust.

No one knew who you are to protect your identity in recon so the avengers treated you coldly but you didn’t care, you didn’t tell it to your father about the situation you are in because you were train to adapt and you did. You were kind to them and all as you and Natasha got closer… like really close. Out of all Natasha Romanoff is the one you have trusted the most.

You got out from the elevator after a short report you did to Nick about the information you got for the Winter Soldier when you heard the laughing of the team as they sat in the living room with pizza on the table as they talked and laugh at each other.

The laughter halted when they all noticed you and silence came… you knew you were never welcome her but your father trust them so you really had no choice but to put up with it, sensing their discomfort you just gave them a nod greeting them.

“Good evening Avengers” no one answered as you expected and left and went to your room, you heard a light foot steps following you and a hand holding your wrist and seeing a familiar red head you have fallen with for the past few weeks.

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry about the boys you know how hard headed they are” she sincerely apologized to you as you gave her a soft smile

“it’s ok Natasha, I know they still don’t fully trust me and I understand why, so it’s cool” you replied to her as she looked at you suspiciously searching your face for any lies but you being good at hiding your emotion she immediately gave up when she didn’t find one.

“So… Movie night?” she asked cheekily at you as your brows furrows

“what about the others?” you asked her as she started pulling you towards her room as she shrugged

“they can take care of themselves, come on!”

One day when you were alone practicing in the gym at 6 am of the morning you accidentally took off your clothes leaving you in your sports bra forgetting that Steve Rogers is always awake at that time and saw your Hydra mark on your chest and thought of you as an enemy and told the team as they planned to eliminate you on the next mission.

To eliminate the Hydra scum.

“can I get a hand over here?” you heard Clint said in the coms as you took down the last guy from your floor inside a hydra base that you’ve been recon last week

“I’m coming on your way” you answered running to Clint’s direction knowing the base like the palm of your hands as you shot a Hydra soldier who was sneaking behind him

“Thanks” you nodded at him you continue your pursuit taking down agents as you skillfully glide yourself on the battle field.

The battle had stop when Clint finished the last guy as Steve and Natasha immerge from the control room with a case on hand.

They must have gotten the information

“Mission complete, how’s the perimeter Tony?” Captain said on the coms as you get close to Natasha scanning her for any injuries and sighted in relieve when you found none.

“Perimeter is clear as the sky Steve were ready to go home” you smiled at the thought of home… Fury promised you a dinner with Maria and Coulson when you get back since things have been busy these couple of week and you were really excited about it since it’s going to be your first dinner with them again since you got back from recon.

“time for phase 2 then, Romanoff” you frowned at Steve’s word

Phase 2? You never heard about it when at the briefing

You were still in confusion when Steve called Natasha and you felt a searing pain by your side

You wiped your head to your side seeing a knife… a knife you gifted to Natasha lunge by your side.

You looked at her eyes full of betrayal and so as Clint and Steve who was in there with you.

“Phase 2 complete, were leaving, now die you Hydra scum” Steve said voice full of spite hearing a ‘good job’ from Tony and a ‘let’s go’ from Clint as you fall down on your knees looking at their retreating figure leaving you.

The last one you saw was the red headed assassin taking one last look at you as they close the door as your whole body fall down on the cold ground.

You shakily grabbed your phone dialing your father’s number as he answered rather cheerful

“Y/N why are you calling me? Is your mission done?” you heard your dad’s voice making you tear up a bit

“D-dad…”

“get your ass here kid Maria and Coulson just arrived here and im about to finish cooking these turkey”

“c-can I have a rain check on the dinner dad… I kinda messed up…” your voice was now shaking and you are feeling colder than usual the blade may have a poison as you felt a burn and getting light headed faster than normal.

Fury must have sense that there is something wrong by the way your voice sounded

“Y/N what happened? Are you ok?” you can hear his voice full of worry as you heard Maria and Coulson from the background asking what’s wrong.

“I-I think I was the p-phase 2 of S-Steve’s plan dad… it’s really g-getting cold here ya know” blood tricked on the ground from your wound

Your vision darken as flashes of memories filled your eyes.

You can hear the shuffles from the other line saying they are tracking my call and will be sending medical help

“I’m s-scared d-dad… I still d-don’t wanna go” you cried,

“Help is on the way Y/N keep holding on I’m here for you kid” you can hear the shakiness of your father’s voice, you kept trying to keep your eyes open and now seeing dark spots forming.

“T-thanks for everything dad… tell Maria and Coulson I love them…” your voice was barely audible hearing their cried for you to wake up.

“Keep your eyes open for me kid… please”

“I-I think a need a nap… l-love you dad” and you were gone.

They kept calling for you but you never answered back.

Fury along with Maria and Coulson with a medical team arrived at the base eyes redden because of crying as they found you on the cold ground with your phone by your side and a stab.

Fury cradle you like a baby as the medic announced your death with Maria and Coulson crying by the side.

“Did you check the monitors?” Fury’s cold voice echoed in a quinjet as your cold body layed beside him with your head on his lap stroking the hair that is covering your face.

“you’re not gonna like it boss…” Maria said with blood shot eyes as she played the video of Steve ordering the Phase 2 and Natasha Romanoff stabbing you as they left you.

“call them up at SHIELD… they would pay for what they did to her” Nick ordered as Coulson took his phone out to call them.

Nick glanced at you as he swiped some blood by your mouth hugging your corpse closer to him.

They avenger’s arrived at SHIELD seeing Fury holding Y/N’s hand as she lay dead on the table with Maria and Coulson by the back holding back their anger.

“what is this Fury?” Steve stepped out in confusion to why they got the body of Y/N

“What is the phase 2 Captain” Nick’s voice was colder than usual

“… to eliminate the Hydra-“ Steve answered as the other’s stayed silent

“and who is the Hydra?”

“Y/n…”

Then there’s silence, the team were uncomfortable with the silence but Steve was getting impatient with all of it.

“Look I don’t know what is your point here but you should thank us for killing the mole here Fury”

Fury looked at them as Coulson held Maria who was about to attack Steve as Fury spoke…

“I see no dead mole here Rogers… all I see is my dead daughter”

The team’s eyes widen as they froze from there spot

“W-what?” Bruce asked

“Y/N Fury... is my daughter who you called a Hydra scum”

“B-but she had the brand-“

“She had the brand because she was undercover inside Hydra that gave her the mark to extract information for your missions that is saving billions!” Fury angrily shouted making them all flinch.

All of it dawned to them as Natasha fall into her knees realizing she killed a hero… she killed her friend who trusted her… she killed the person who loved her…

“I pulled her out of the recon to keep her safe knowing her all her covers were blown, I put her into your team so she can be protected thinking after all those years of being away we can have a normal dinner like she wanted for years, I trusted my daughter in your hand yet you are the one who killed her…”

Fury stood up tears streaming down on his face

“Avenger Initiative’s termination is effective immediately, all of you would be put in maximum security prison for killing Y/N Fury” Agents entered taking their weapons and cuffing them

“Nick… I’m sorry” Steve’s voice filled with regret rang out as Fury looked at him coldly throwing a file on the ground in front of him as the content spilled revealing pictures of the Winter Soldier.

“Y/N wanted to give you this information from the last recon she was put in to, James “Bucky” Barnes is alive and now known as the Winter Soldier who is working for Hydra and has killed thousands”

Steve’s face was full of shock knowing his best friend Bucky is alive…

“Nick-“

“I’m sorry to cap…” Fury cut him off and coldly apologies to Steve who is now confuse to why as everyone in the room looked at them in silence.

“you took someone dear away from me… and now I’m taking yours, Good Bye Avengers and thank you for your service” before Steve and others could react they were all tranquilized knocking them out cold and only waking up in a glass cell with Ross smirking at them as they sat there in silence thinking the things that they have done for you.

“welcome to your new life Avengers…in prison!” and a loud laugh erupted from Ross as he walked out as ex-heroes gazes followed his exit.

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crystalcow · 3 years ago

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𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4

Masterlist // child reader ML //

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??

Quackity was telling you all of his plans

He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap

It sounded great

He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building

But then he left

Just like everyone else

But that was fine! You were just with sapnap

Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library

He had a library?

“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”

You looked at him weirdly

Who the fuck was [redacted]

“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”

He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books

“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”

You had found his time travel books

Woops

That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands

“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”

You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough

So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut

But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better

So you stuck around

Maybe you needed this, this new start

Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long

Karl started forgetting

At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names

But eventually he was going away longer and longer

He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you

One day he didn’t call you by your name at all

You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George

Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug

It’s been two months since you’ve seen him

You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure

He loved it

But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him

Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”

But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug

“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”

You were ready to cry

“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”

So you left and ran into the library

Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them

The same 8 books you shrugged away

You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals

You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy

The more you read the worse it got

What were you gonna tell Sapnap?

Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?

And why couldn’t he stop

It’s no use anymore

You were simply just forgotten

𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got

Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass

But somehow you always end up here

You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep

The inside looked great to say the least

“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”

“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”

You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks

“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”

You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down

It was like a ticking time bomb

The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge

He just stared at you

That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room

So you had to look into his face

Lets just say he looks good in Orange

“Barrier up or down?” “Down”

He backed up into the corner as you stepped in

Smiling

Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown

“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?

“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”

He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips

“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”

Yeah he just laughed

“I’ve missed you Hot shot”

“You ruined our damn life!”

Someone went quiet

“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”

You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.

Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur

“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “

You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava

“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”

You might have felt a little bad after leaving him

The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there

“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”

What were you doing here

What were you planning on saying?

“So, what do you do in prison”

“I have a clock.”

You got up to go look at the pretty clock

Then threw it at his face

“Ow” “deal with it bitch”

The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got

so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye

“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”

He wanted his best friends

But he just got the annoying teenager

Oh but that wouldn’t be the last

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

You got a letter in the mail one day

Who the hell uses letters??

You were shocked to see the address and the small post card

“Come around some time”-Quackity

Ans on the back it had the cords

Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl

and well Karl didn’t even know you

So you set off

It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area

The large sign blaring in the red text

You gotta admit the place looked beautiful

There was a giant dick and different shops

You were shocked to see this random un human like guy

“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”

Yeah totally not slime

“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing

“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”

Maybe when you had hand sanitizer

“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”

You were skeptical but followed anyways

Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy

“Furry?” “Fire shit?”

You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur

“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”

You were confused then just let him be

You walked to the entry way of the place

A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch

“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”

Going to?

You shrugged it off following inside

You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him

Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment

So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug

You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance

That beanie stayed the same tho

Thank god

“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”

The casino looked great to say the least

Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side

Slot machines were going off every minute

“Have a chip, something to remember this by”

He handed you a red poker chip

It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile

Creepy and dopey.. sick!

So you put it around a spare silver chain

“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”

You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop

“No” “why not” “keep walking”

On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing

“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”

You and revivebur just stared at one another

“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“

You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur

Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head

You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago

Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders

“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”

“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”

You back away holding your hands up

“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”

You obviously muttered the last part

Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??

When did Tommy even die??

Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder

𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could

So he brought you over to his office

“So kid, how’s your dad..”

Ah you expected this question

“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes

“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”

You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation

“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”

You thought about it for a second

You have two options

1. Live in shroom town with bubbles

2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity

You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind

I mean would he even care?

He hasn’t for the past couple months!

“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”

You thought about it for a sec

“Alright hand me a contract”

So you signed

Making deals with the devil huh

Little did you know it would cost you your life

Devils little soul

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and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!

As always request and ask anything! And ask if you want to be on a taglist (child reader or general)

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rendevousz · 4 years ago

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mum?

mother figure!nat x fem!teen!reader

avengers x reader

req by @teenwonder ; i absolutely love the entire teams adoration for reader skfksngnsf its so cute! could i please request one a little more nat based? maybe r treats and loves nat like a mom but nat hadn’t noticed that before, and the whole team is like listing examples of how and why 🥺🥺🥺

summary: the four times you needed nat and the one time she admits that she needed you too.

warnings: blood, a random attack out of nowhere because i'm not creative, inaccurate writing of medical situations because i have no idea how those things work, also let's just pretend bruce was around during iron man 2 when tony still had palladium in his arc reactor, also inaccurate descriptions of palladium effects bcs i just...don't know much about palladium pls forgive me thanks, and idk any hospitals in new york/manhattan or even the states LMAO so uh bear with this, and last but not least, my inability to write good endings

word count: 5426

notes: that's a long ass warning nevertheless pls do enjoy this fic <3

"i'm going now, bye!" you bid the team who were having breakfast together, walking out of the common area.

"bye, cupcake! don't get into trouble, don't do what i'd do and definitely don't do what i wouldn't do." tony advised and you rolled your eyes because tony says that to you every morning before you leave for school.

"wait, don't forget your lunch!" nat stands up from her seat and grabs your lunch that she had packed, from the kitchen island, bringing it over to you. "thanks, nat!" you grabbed it, giving her a quick peck on the cheek before leaving.

nat smiles at the action, turning around to walk back to her spot on the table, only to find the team staring back at her with knowing looks.

"what?"

"you know, you only need to sign a couple papers and the kid's all yours." tony states matter-of-factly. nat snaps her head towards the man, an incredulous look on her face. "what are you talking about?"

"we all see the longing looks on both your faces. she's dying for you to call her your daughter and you, her mother." clint explains and the others nodded in agreement.

"that's nonsense. she has wanda too," nat reasons, sitting back down. "i'm pretty sure she sees wanda as a sister considering how much she drags wanda with her whenever she's causing trouble around the tower." steve raises his brows at the redhead who was in denial.

"she sees you as her mother, nat. just accept it," wanda tells her, taking a sip from her glass. "really? name me one time she showed it." nat challenges them, not knowing that they've been watching your interactions with her for the longest time.

"you have no idea what you just got yourself into, romanoff," clint chuckles, cracking his neck and knuckles as if preparing for a fight.

"remember new mexico?" he smirks and nat only frowns, trying to remember.

"no!" you screamed, dropping down to the ground. you didn't care that you scraped your knees doing that, the only thing that mattered was the overwhelming feeling of grief engulfing your whole being. tears streamed down your face as you looked at the debris on the ground, the remainder of what used to be standing in front of you; a building. blown up, now in ruins.

clint, bucky and steve watched you break down in front of them, their hearts breaking at the sight in front of them as well as the fact that their teammate had been caught up in the middle of the explosion.

"y/n/n? come on, tony's team called for back up. we gotta go," steve tried to get you to stand up, failing when you kept your ground. you screamed when he tried again and their hearts clenched at the heartbreaking sound.

"we can't just leave her! please, we have to find her," you cried, clinging onto steve's body as he ran his hand up and down your suit-cladded back to soothe you. "y/n/n, we can't. the whole place is in ruins now," he didn't want to say it but he had to. he had to in order to get you to leave. "she's gone."

"she can't be gone! she can't just leave us! we need her! i need her, stevie.." you cried into his chest and he had to control himself so he didn't cry right then and there too.

he looked up to see bucky looking at the two of you guiltily, tapping his wrist to indicate that they were running out of time. steve had no choice but to carry you in his arms, getting you to leave the site against your will. but you were too weak to fight back now. "what am i gonna do without her now, stevie?" you asked quietly.

"we're gonna be okay, y/n/n," he tells you, sitting you down on a chair and settling down next to you as clint flew the jet to your next location. the atmosphere was tense and you could tell everyone, too, was sad about this.

"what if we're not? what if we're not gonna be okay, stevie? i know i won't be." you wiped the tears streaming down your face despite the fact that your face still wasn't drying up any time soon.

"because nat wouldn't want to see us like this. she'll be angry if she sees that we're risking people's lives just because of her." he says truthfully.

"we're landing, guys." clint announces and the team prepared for another round of fighting. steve turns to you, wiping the tears on your face as he made you look up at him. "now let's save some people and make nat proud, yeah?"

you nod at him sadly, preparing your weapons. all of you got out the jet and the second battle of the day begun. boy, were these people unlucky because they were on the receiving end of your fury.

you were busy taking down a group of guards alone when you heard a familiar voice. "y/n, behind you!" and you turned just in time to take down a guard who was aiming at you.

you didn't even have time to register your shock of seeing the redhead because more guards came at you two. you guys fought alongside each other until all the men were taken down.

"nat?" you breathed out. "yes, bub?" she answers as you both carefully walked over the knocked out men. she was taken aback when you slammed into her, hugging her the tightest you ever did since you met her.

"please don't ever do that again." you mumbled into her chest. she was about to ask you what you meant when she heard you sniffling. figuring out it wasn't the appropriate moment to ask, she continued to just hug and comfort you in silence.

"wait, that was why she cried that day? because she thought i was in that building when it blew up?" nat asks after steve finished the story. "i never found out why because she never told me."

"yeah, you should've seen her when the building exploded. completely shattered my heart, dude." clint states, remembering the broken down state you were in that day.

"wait, did you guys not grief over my supposed death then?" nat glares at clint, bucky and steve. "in our defense, they were about to blow up about a hundred people, we didn't have much time to process the whole situation." clint tries to convince his best friend, only to receive a glare again from her.

"alright but just because she cried when she thought i was dead, doesn't mean she sees me as her mum. i'd cry too if any one of you guys died," she states, still in denial.

she did love you like how a mother would love her child. but she didn't want you to feel that she was forcing the title onto you. after all, you had so many other adults around you, who's to say that you saw someone else as a parent figure instead of her? she didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

"woman, are you serious?" sam exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air dramatically. "need i remind you that the girl sacrificed her life for you?"

ii.

"nat, watch out!" you stood right behind her where the man was about to attack her. you gave him a harsh kick to the head and that was all it took for the man to go unconscious.

the redhead turned around, not having enough time to comprehend what had happened before you dropped into her arms. you two were lucky the last of the men had already been taken out.

"bub? what's wrong?"

at this point, you were fully leaning against her. she was holding up your whole weight, hands wrapped around your middle to support you. that was when she felt it. the familiar thick substance on her fingers, leaking from the back of your suit.

her eyes widened, pulling one hand away from you to look at it. red. her breathing picked up as one of her hands felt around your back, finally feeling the handle of a knife sticking out from your back.

your eyes were already drooping by now and she lightly shook you awake, careful to not hurt you. she lowered you down and you were both sat on the floor now.

she presses a finger to her ear and you could hear her voice echo in your ear from your own comms. "can someone come please," she paused, exhaling shakily. "y/n's down."

if it had been any other person, she probably would be bringing them to the jet by now but it was you. she didn't know what came over her but when she saw that you were injured, it was like her whole body shut down. her knees felt weak and she couldn't bring herself to move.

"hey, hey, keep your eyes open. can you do that?" she asked gently and you nodded weakly. "bub, why did you do that?" she cried softly, moving your hair away from your face as you leaned sideways against her. the action caused your face to be smudged by your own blood from her hands but she didn't care as she caressed your cheek.

"he–he was gonna hurt you. i–i couldn't..." you paused a while, the pain getting too much for you to bear. "y/n, don't strain yourself. you need to stay awake," she tells you as tears streamed down her face.

"rather me than you," you whispered. nat's eyes widened at this. "don't say that, bub." she scolds gently.

you smiled weakly at her. "i've grown too dependent on you, nat. it's to the point that i," you coughed and nat worried that you were straining yourself but you continued. "that i'd rather die than live without you. you probably can go on with life without me but i can't without you. i need you, nat." your eyes closed and nat panics, shaking your body.

"y/n?! bub?! stay awake, please, they're coming!" nat cries out loud, holding onto your limp body.

"did we not agree to not mention that to me anymore?" nat glares at sam for bringing that up.

the night of that incident had been one of the worst nights for nat. she sat by your bed all night after you had been treated. she had been the first one you saw after you woke up. she had been the one you broke down in front of after you admitted the full reasoning behind your actions. she had been the one who opened her arms for you to make yourself at home in.

"i'm sorry but you must be blind if you can't see how really she sees you for the past years," bucky states. nat turns to him with a glare. "you don't know what you're talking about."

"oh really? who does she call whenever she has a really bad nightmare?" bucky questions rhetorically with his eyebrows raised.

iii.

"no, please, don't!" you begged, asleep and thrashing around in your bed. quiet whimpers turned into heavy breathing as you plead for your life in your nightmare. "please," you whispered, inhaling and exhaling harshly.

FRIDAY, noticing the amount of distress you were in, alerted the closest person to your room, that being bucky who was returning from a late night trip to the kitchen for some water.

he quickly went into your room, only to see you shivering and thrashing around in your bed. "doll?" he approaches slowly, finding you still asleep, though sweating a lot. nightmare, he realised.

"doll? wake up," he gently shakes you and you immediately jolt awake, breathing heavily as you register what was going on. "it's okay, it was just a nightmare," he soothes you, holding you close as one hand rubbed up and down your back while the other held your head to his chest.

none of that helped as you were still in the same state as you were when you woke up. "are you okay?" he asks, worried. "nat... i need nat.. please i need her," you whimpered, shaking in his hold. you were having trouble breathing.

"FRIDAY, get romanoff."

within minutes, nat arrived, looking panicked and disheveled like she had just woken up, which she just did. "what's wrong?" she asks bucky, approaching you two.

"she was having a nightmare and woke up and i think she's having a panic attack. she asked for you," he informs her and immediately moves away when she approaches, so that she could take his place.

"bub? it's me," you look up to meet natasha's pretty green eyes. "you're okay, bub. can you tell me five thing you can see?"

you looked away from her eyes, looking around your room. "i–i see my book on my nightstand, my lamp, my jacket on the chair, my laptop and the painting on the wall." you told her after some difficulties.

"good, that's good. four things you can feel?"

"i feel the socks on my feet, my fluffy blanket, the pillow i'm leaning on and your hands around me."

she smiles softly at you. "three things you can hear?"

"i hear your voice. a–and the faint noise from the ac and i can also hear bucky's breathing." you look up at the man and he smiles sheepishly at you, standing around awkwardly. you gave him a small smile back.

"two things you can smell?"

"i can smell my own shampoo..and my room's air freshener." you told her more calmly now, feeling the panic attack already going away.

"one thing you want to taste?"

"i wanna taste wanda's blueberry pancakes." you pout and the two adults couldn't help but chuckle. "you can have them in the morning. right now you need to sleep so you can have the energy to devour them tomorrow, okay?" you nod at the woman as she tucks you in.

not long after, you fell asleep. she then presses a kiss to your forehead before leaving with a less worried bucky now. and sure enough, the next morning, wanda made you blueberry pancakes.

"okay, so what? we all need someone to help us through panic attacks?" nat rolls her eyes. "did you miss the part where i came in and tried to help but she specifically asked for you? she needed you, nat."

"guys, i... i love her with my whole heart but she has all of us. i don't wanna make her feel like she's restricted to only one of us. you all love her too," nat reasons.

"yes but she doesn't have anyone to call her mum and frankly, i think you'd be perfect for it." wanda encourages the older woman.

"i—" before she could continue, her phone rang loudly and she thanked whoever it was that called her because now she didn't have to make up excuses about her doubt of becoming your official mother.

iv.

she looks down at the caller id, sighing when it was you, meaning the team had more against her now. of course she didn't mind you calling her, you could call her when she'd be asleep after a mission and she'd still pick up with a smile on her face. but it was the fact that the whole team could see how she softened when she realised it was you who called that bothered her. she really didn't want them to let her have hopes that you'd accept her as your mother.

"bub?" she said into the phone and half the team smirked at her while the other half gave her knowing smiles. "aren't you supposed to be on your way to school?"

"yeah but uh are you busy right now? i um, i need you."

nat immediately stands up, worry etched onto her face and the team frowned at this. "what happened? are you okay?"

"you know how i told happy i wanted to walk to school today? yeah, i just remembered why i don't walk to school anymore."

"what do you mean? what happened? are you hurt? did someone hurt you?" she bombards you with questions out of worry. at this point, the team had also stopped their chatter and teasing looks, equally worried for your well-being.

"yeah, i am. wait, maybe not. i mean, i was just being dramatic but uh, i tripped on who-knows-what and now i have a sprained ankle. i can't walk now so i'm standing in an alley right now so i'm not in the way of people. can you come get me?"

nat sighs in relief, thankful that it wasn't anything that she was thinking of. "you are unbelievable, y/n." she chuckles in disbelief at your clumsiness. "can you tell me where you are? i'll come get you now. i'll have the school know you're not coming today." you told her your location and she immediately leaves after telling the team what happened to you.

you were expecting nat to call again, to tell you she was around the corner but instead you heard a whoosh of air beside your head, followed by a crack sound. your head followed the sound, eyes widening when you saw that a dart had struck the wall beside your head. you looked ahead, trying to see where that came from.

if it hadn't been for your fast reflexes being an avenger for the past few years, you probably wouldn't have ducked in time when another dart came flying right for your head. "what the hell?" you grunted, staying low but still looking around for the source. you squinted when you looked up, the sun blazing but you managed to catch a glimpse of a man on a rooftop nearby. he had blonde hair and was dressed in all black, donning a same coloured mask that covered the bottom half of his face.

"you had one job! how could you miss her twice?!" the blonde hears his colleague hiss in his ear through the earpiece. "i'm sorry! i'm no hawkeye, how was i supposed to get her in one try?!" he scolds back.

"you didn't even get her in two!"

"shut up and just let me work! you're distracting me!"

"hurry because i see the redheaded one nearing the alley. boss'll kill us if he finds out we didn't get her in her vulnerable state."

"i'm trying, i'm trying!" the blonde closes one eye, his sight now locked on your crouched state. he saw you move once you saw him and he cursed under his breath, his weapon following your movements. "she's moving!"

"just take the shot and be done with it! you have to go now!"

and shoot he did. after he shot the dart gun, he immediately fled but it wasn't like you were going to be able to chase him down or anything. a scream left your lips as a dart pierced through your skin, right under your shoulder.

you dropped down to the ground, right in the middle of the alleyway. you cried when you felt the burn in your flesh. you had been stabbed multiple times before with much bigger objects so why did this feel different?

"y/n?! is that you?!" you heard nat's voice yell from a small distance away. "i'm here," you croaked out, feeling your body grow weaker at an alarming rate.

"oh my god, bub, why are you on the ground? it's dirty, c'mon let's get you up. which foot did you sprain?" she places both her hands under your arms, pulling you up on your feet before accidentally dropping you back when you let out a shriek, crying out in pain.

"oh my god, did i hit your ankle? are you okay?" nat assumed that your tear-stained face was because of your sprained ankle but then you wheezed, your eyes drooping the longer she stood there.

your right hand slowly reached across your left shoulder, the butt of the dart sticking out of your skin now in between your shaking fingers. nat's eyes followed your hand movement's, a gasp leaving her lips.

"y/n, what happened?!" she panicked but before she could even get an answer from you, you had already blacked out. her eyes widened, knowing it was the dart because why else would you pass out that quick from a simple penetration in the shoulder. you had dealt with much worse than that and she knew your tolerance level.

she took off your bag, careful to not move the dart. she then placed her hands under your knees and behind your back, easily picking your unconscious body up and rushing back to the tower.

when she arrived, she was met with many confused yet concerned looks from the tower staff, seeing the black widow, rushing in with the youngest avenger unconscious in her arms. they had seen you leave the tower for school about half an hour ago so they knew something must've happened on the way.

"get bruce in the hospital wing. tell him it's urgent." she tells the woman working the front desk, hurrying into the elevator and telling FRIDAY to get her to the floor she so desperately wanted to arrive at quicker. black lines appeared on the left side of your neck, slowly spreading to the right side and she assumed it was from that damned dart in your left shoulder.

"natasha! what's wrong? they said it was an emergency," the doctor spoke in a panicked voice when nat entered, immediately going quiet when he saw you in her arms, neck lined with seemingly black veins.

nat laid you down on the surgery table, frown growing when black lines steadily spread to your arms now. though she was too worried to think, she managed to at least tell bruce what was outwardly wrong with you.

"dart. left shoulder." she blurted, incapable of forming proper sentences now that she had seen more of you. the black lining your skin got her speechless and anxious. bruce got ready with medical gloves, removing the dart from your flesh before analysing the pattern of your skin. it looked familiar.

"FRIDAY, get tony down here. it's urgent."

"bruce, please, what's wrong with her?" she cried, tears now freely streaming down her face. she didn't cry much in front of anyone but when it came to you, you always managed to get her to do just that.

"hey, what's going on? FRIDAY said there was an emergency here, who's hurt?" nat heard tony's panicked voice but she didn't make an effort to reply. her gaze was fixed on only you.

tony's jaw dropped, frowning when he saw you on the bed, upper body covered in black lines. "what the hell happened?!"

tony stepped beside bruce, taking a closer look at your skin. his frown deepened. "wait, it looks like.."

"yeah, looks exactly like when you had palladium instead of vibranium in your arc reactor."

"does that mean—"

"palladium's been running through her veins for about twenty minutes now. FRIDAY, how high is her blood toxicity level?" bruce asks, sampling a drop of your blood from when he took out the dart.

"53% and it is still steadily increasing."

"tony, at the rate it's going, if she's not treated in the next fifteen minutes or so, she'll.." bruce pauses, not wanting to say it out loud.

"no, she just needs lithium dioxide. that's how fury and i cured your palladium poisoning, tony." nat finally speaks.

"SHIELD probably has them but they're all the way in dc. they're not gonna reach here in time," tony states solemnly, reaching over to move your hair out of your face, looking down at you sadly.

but he was immediately pulled aside, nat grabbing his collar and looking him straight in the eyes. "you have your stupid iron suits that can probably travel faster than the speed of sound if you try. you can go down there yourself and get the damn thing. i swear to god, tony, i'm literally going to destroy those stupid suits myself if you don't put them to good use." nat threatens, glaring at the billionaire.

tony's eyes widened, the genius having not thought about nat's idea yet. "yeah, yeah, you're right, i'll go now."

he left immediately and nat approached your bed hesitantly, not wanting to see the black lines making home on the skin on your upper body. "do you think tony'll make it back in time?" she sniffles and bruce's worried frown on his face softened. "of course he will. he won't let anything happen to y/n. we won't let anything happen to y/n." he assured her.

there was nothing they could do now but wait for tony to come back with the lithium dioxide. nat sat beside your bed, hands gingerly grasping one of your own. despite the black staining it, nat held it to her face and her tears rolled past the back of your hand.

bruce decided to give her some privacy, opting to inform the whole team of the situation instead of standing around idly.

nat pulled your hand away from her face, rubbing her thumb over the back of it, crying even more at the sight in front of her. "y/n, please. i've never told you this but i need you." she pauses, breathing in shakily. "i've always needed you and i'll always need you. you can't leave me, please. you said i could go on with life without you but you're so wrong, y/n. you're the reason i'm still here and you're the reason i still want to be here. if you're not here then it's as if i have no reason, no purpose. i need you, y/n. so much more than i'd like to admit. heck, probably much more than you need me. so please, don't leave me. i can't do this without you." nat sobs out, watching the patterns on your skin spreading and growing bolder.

at this point, the whole team had now gathered outside of the room, watching nat cry over you. they wanted so bad to get a closer look at their beloved baby avenger but they respected nat and instead, waited for her to finish talking to you. once she stood up and looked around, bruce knew she was done so he entered, followed by the team.

"status, FRIDAY?" bruce asks, sampling a bit of your blood again. "blood toxicity at 96% now."

the team looked your unconscious body in apprehension, some crying and some worried out of their minds.

"goddamnit! where the hell is stark?!" nat growled. her eyes were now puffy after having spent the last half an hour crying. the team had never seen her lose her cool like this but they figured why.

as if on cue, tony's iron man suit crashed through the windows of the room but he couldn't care less. his main priority was to get to you quickly. in his hand was a silver briefcase that he passed to bruce.

bruce opened the case before wasting no time in plunging the syringe containing lithium dioxide, your supposed cure, into you. immediately, the black patterns on your skin started disappearing. it was slow but noticeable. it started from the tips of your fingers, going up towards your neck.

everyone sighed in relief, and to tony's surprise, nat hugged him tightly. "thank you. you have no idea how much this means to me." she whispers. tony pats her back gently. "hey, i care about her too, okay? of course i'd do this for her. any one of us would."

nat smiles at him when she let him go, turning back to you and almost crying out in joy when your skin had finally turned back to normal. she let the medical assistants set your bed up and handle your sprained ankle before going back to sit by you. the team left her alone with you once again.

it was only about an hour later did you wake up, squinting when bright lights shone down on you. you moved around but you felt hands around your left and you heard a familiar voice.

"and remember when you dragged wanda to pull that prank on me with you and after you did, i grounded you like i was your mum or something?" you hear her chuckle, still not noticing that you've woken up.

"i didn't mind, though. frankly, i don't think i would ever mind if you continued acting like my mother or something," you spoke and she immediately tore her gaze from your hands, looking at you, now wide awake.

"bub!" she hugs you so tightly you didn't think you could breathe. you still returned the hug though, laughing. "i was worried you might still have some palladium in your bloodstream."

"wait, palladium?" you asked her in shock. "yeah, the dart that got you in that alley, it contained palladium. it's highly toxic so we used lithium dioxide to counter it. speaking of the dart, i'm going to find out who did this to you and they're never going to see the light of day for putting us through all of this." nat says, disturbingly calm.

"yeah...you do that," you tell her, slightly scared. "but palladium? in my blood? how cool is that? i had literal metal in my blood! i could've become like tony but like...palladium woman or something." you said excitedly.

"you do know we already have metal in our blood, right bub?" nat questions in amusement. "oh." you say dumbly. "and palladium don't belong in our body and you literally almost died because of it." your mouth opened but no words came out.

"speaking of, can you please not do that again? i really thought i was gonna lose you." she whispers, stroking your hair. "oh yeah, of course. i'll just announce to the whole world to not target the youngest avenger," you joke, smile dropping when nat gave you a stern look.

"nat, being part of the avengers at my age undoubtedly means i'll be a target for the bad people out there, but i don't care because while i get to kick ass, i know all of you have my back when it's my ass that's kicked. and i think that's the best part of being an avenger; the sense of security i get having you amazing people as my teammates." you tell her honestly and she smiles softly.

"oh come here you," she pulls you in for another hug but this time it's better because you could still breathe. you make yourself comfortable, snuggling into her.

"did you mean it?" she asked and you look up at her in confusion. "mean what?"

"when you said you wouldn't mind me acting like your mother."

"of course i do, you're like the mother i never had. i wouldn't even mind you being my actual mother." you say without a second thought, eyes widening when you realised what you had said. you swore under your breath, knowing you've just made it awkward between you two.

"i– really?" despite the teams efforts to make her see the truth, it was much more meaningful when she heard you say it yourself. "y–yeah.." you admit sheepishly.

"then you wouldn't mind if i actually adopted you?" she asks carefully, gauging your reaction. your jaw dropped, eyes going wide once again. "are you serious?!"

"yeah." she smiles at you fondly. "no! of course i won't mind!" you hug her tightly, tears forming in your eyes. you had gone all your life without parents so this was a huge thing for you. not only were you going to finally have a mother, but the most amazing woman you knew was going to be your mother.

"mum?" you tested the title, smiling when she acknowledged it. you were now crying in joy.

"hey, don't cry." she soothes you, running a hand up and down your back. "no, no, i'm just so happy. this is the best day of my life." you tell her. "me too, bub."

you stayed in her arms until you fell back asleep, nat tucking you in before going back to sit down on the chair. she looked down at you fondly.

sure, she was scared of the big step she was about to take with you but she had you with her and she knew that was enough. "i love you, y/n." she whispers, planting a kiss on the side of your head.

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#marvel x teen!reader #avengers x teen!reader #avengers x reader #bruce banner x teen!reader #bucky barnes x teen!reader #clint barton x teen!reader #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #sam wilson x teen!reader #steve rogers x teen!reader #tony stark x teen!reader #avenger!reader

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biographydivider · 3 years ago

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Bruno and Camilo singing Candy Store from Heathers. That’s it. That’s the fic.

Sorry in advance. This one is really, really dumb. But I couldn’t resist. More of my fic here!

‘Are we gonna have a problem?’ Bruno started out of his daydreams, dishcloth in one hand, pot in the other. He turned, dripping suds on the kitchen floor. ‘You got a bone to pick?’ Leaning in the doorway was Camilo; arms crossed, smirking. Baiting him. Bruno groaned internally. ‘You’ve come so far, why now are you pulling on my di–’

“Milo, please don’t swear,” Bruno sighed, stacking the pot on the draining board with the others. “Your Mamá still hasn’t forgotten that you copied me calling Diego Londoño an ‘impatient cabrón’ when you were three.” It was true. Diego Londoño was an impatient cabrón. Not that that mattered to Pepa, of course. She’d brought that little incident up within a few days of him being back. “A-and I’m not singing. You can’t make me.” “Aw, c’mon, Tio!” Camilo said, deflated, as Bruno turned back to his dishes. “I brought the gramophone an’ everything.” He disappeared for a moment, returning with the squeaking, rickety old trolley that Mama’s old gramophone sat on. Resting against it was a bright blue record sleeve, depicting three girls in different coloured sweaters, brandishing mallets. Camilo put the needle to the record, already sitting in place, and it blared into life – the twang of the singer’s ridiculous accent, the blast of the saxophones. Something a little like temptation flickered to life in Bruno’s brain. Bruno loved singing. Even though he was, objectively, terrible at it. His range was about four notes. Anything above that and his voice faltered, wobbled, cracked. Which, you know, was fine. But when you lived in a house with this particular familia – people who could find an excuse to harmonize reading off their to-do lists for the day – it could make a guy a little insecure. Hey, not his biggest problem. Not by miles. But still. Bruno mostly kept his singing for long baths in an empty house. Until Camilo, that is. ‘I’d normally slap your face off,’ spat the girl on the record. ‘And everyone here could watch,’ replied Camilo, smirking. Oh hell. Why not? Call it family bonding time. ‘But I’m feeling nice,’ Bruno said as he whirled, tossing the dishcloth in the sink, ‘here’s some advice…’ ‘Listen up, beeyotch!!’ the two yelled together as the music blared into life. For, like, three weeks when he first came back, Bruno had been wary of Camilo. The kid was confident, sociable, outgoing; everything Bruno had failed to be at fifteen. But then, he was also sarcastic, slightly obnoxious, the bane of his parent’s lives – or at least Felix’s, who often wished his son had a little more tact. And that was little too much like Bruno. It made him nervous. Like he was walking on rocky terrain. It made him think of the cocky, dangerous boys of his own teenagehood; Bruno never knew if they’d leave him be or make his life a misery. Better to spend his free time with shy Antonio or lovable Mirabel, and dodge the attempts at conversation from his oldest sobrino. He was never sure exactly how many genuine barbs his mocking held within it. Then, when Camilo’d caught him belting out that song about how nobody, in all of Oz, no wizard that there is or was, was ever gonna bring him down (when he was supposed to be dusting the bannisters) he’d almost felt…guilty? Like he’d done something wrong? He was The Madrigal Who Couldn’t Sing, he’d never hear the end of it… The kid had just stood there, mouth open, gawking. Until the harmony hit. Then he scrambled up onto the staircase alongside Bruno and started keening about how no-one mourns the wicked. And that was it. The pair had a shared hobby. Butchering showtunes. They switched parts midway through verses, fighting for the best lines. They missed their cues, but danced anyway. Bruno ground his knuckles into Camilo’s scalp on the line ‘’course if you don’t care, fine – go braid her hair’ and Camilo knocked his uncle with a hip on ‘you just gotta prove your not a loser anymore’; stupid in-jokes, over-played and probably not funny to anyone else anyways, but they did it every time, so they did it now. It was the closest to masculine roughhousing Bruno had ever been. Their favourite part was the call-and-response. ‘You can join the team –‘ ‘Or you can bitch and moan.’ ‘You can live the dream –’ ‘Or you can die alone!’ On this part, their choreography was always immaculate. Shifting their weight from one hip to another, hands in the air, feet moving back and forth perfectly on beat. Bruno grinned down at his sobrino; his eyes closed, feeling the music, just enjoying himself. It was good to see a Madrigal kid just…enjoying themselves. Not feeling pressured to make every single moment of a day important, or meaningful, or productive. Just having fun in the kitchen with his dorky tio. It was nice. ‘Veronica, look,’ Bruno simpered, hands clasped under his chin, eyelashes fluttering. ‘Ram invited me to his homecoming party! This proves he’s been thinking about me!’ Neither Camilo nor Bruno had any idea what half those words meant in context. But the important thing was that meant he was giving Camilo the best bit. The really, really loud bit. ‘I’m sooo happyy!’ Camilo beamed, clambering up onto the kitchen counter. ‘Whhooaahoooaaaoooah-woaah,’ he sang, knees bent, hands splayed to the sides, rising as the pitch did, ‘Honey whatcha waitin’ for –” “AY DIOS WILL. YOU. TWO. SHUT. UP?!? IT IS EIGHT O’CLOCK ON A SATURDAY. A SATURDAY!” The pair winced. “I should…” Bruno said, guiltily gesturing at the dishes languishing in the sink. “Yeah,” Camilo muttered, eyes widening for a fraction of a second as he slipped on his way down from the table. “I gotta…chores, you know.” In the hallway, the record kept playing. ‘It’s my candy store, it’s my candy… It’s my candy store, it’s my candy…’ The pair shared a look, before leaping into position, back-to-back, hands on hearts. Their combined singing, miles outside either of their ranges, sounded like two cats with their tails set on fire. ‘It’s my candy store, it’s my candy stooooOOOOORRREE!!’ “I DON’T CARE THAT WE’RE FAMILY I WILL THROW YOU OFF THE SIDE OF A MOUNTAIN.” “Run,” Bruno laughed, pushing Camilo out the kitchen, “they’ll have to catch us first.”

#encanto #encanto fanfic #Bruno Madrigal #camilo madrigal #heathers #this is the stupidest thing I've ever written #but I thought it was funny #pensandpizza

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huniebunny · 3 years ago

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No One Dies - The Narrator x GN!Reader

[Warnings: None Applied]

[Word Count: 1722]

Sorry that this wasn’t entirely fluffy, but this might become a series if you guys want that.

‘This is a story about a person named Reader. The question as to why they are named Reader has no answer and not many people seem to care.’

The Narrator paused and blinked at the new addition to his script. He flipped through the pages to find that Stanley, his character, had been fully written out and this *Reader* inserted where he should have been. Now, that wasn’t right, but he was about to miss his cue. He had to continue on.

‘Reader worked for a company in a large business building and was stationed in office 427. Reader’s job was simple: They sat at their plain desk in office 427 and they read stories all day. The stories came to them through a large monitor on their desk. They were told what to look for, how they should feel, and how long the story took to read.

‘This is what Reader did every day of every month of every year. And, although others would consider this monetary consumption of written word as a waste of time, Reader relished every minute that the stories came in. And, Reader was happy.

‘Then something peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Reader. Something they would never forget.’

The Narrator shook his head, furrowing his brow as he tried to make sense how his script had changed so much. When did this happen? He’s omnipotent! The one in control of the story! Who could have done this to him? Certainly not himself.

‘Reader sat at their plain desk, in front of their large monitor as they always had. They had been sitting there for nearly an hour, but no new stories arrived. Not a single person came around to give them instruction, call a meeting, or even say “Hi”.

‘Never before had this happened to Reader in their time working for the company. This unprecedented, isolating effect. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked and frozen, Reader found themselves unable to move for the longest time. Why had the stories stopped? Where has everyone gone?

‘But as they came to their wits and regained their senses, they got up and stepped out from their office.

‘Stepping out of their office, Reader couldn’t find a single living being around. All of their coworkers were gone. What could it mean?’

He supposed he better treat them the same as he treated Stanley. Reader was merely a character.

‘Reader decided to go to the meeting room; Perhaps they had simply missed a memo.’

The Narrator watched as Reader searched every nook and cranny they could find, exploring their surroundings. Their curiosity brought a strange sense of nostalgia to the Narrator. Stanley was curious at first, but had quickly grown used to the office layout and gained the pursuit to ruin his story in whatever way he pleased. That annoyed the Narrator to no end. Hopefully Reader would not be like that.

‘When Reader came to a set of two open doors, they opened the door on their left.’

The Narrator peered on as Reader observed the room and the two doors, even testing the door that had closed behind them. He had locked it, of course, to prevent Stanley from straying too far back from the story progression.

Much to his delight, Reader did enter the door on their left.

He waited for his cue as they came upon the empty meeting room.

‘Yet there was not a single person here either. Feeling a wave of disbelief, Reader decided to go up to their bosses’ office, hoping to find an answer there.’

The Narrator kept down a small laugh as Reader looked around the meeting room as well, reading the whiteboard, reading presentation slides, and even glancing down under the table. This behavior was a breath of fresh air. They were childishly searching the place from top to bottom and followed the storyline to a T so far.

‘Coming to a staircase, Reader walked upstairs to their bosses’ office.’

They entered the room and as always, searched the whole place. It was strangely adorable to the Narrator as he fondly looked on. Perhaps the next time they start again, he’d let it slide if they went off track to simply explore the map in its entirety this way.

‘Stepping into their bosses’ office, Reader was once again stunned to discover not an indication of any human life. “What could it mean?” Reader-’

Unlike Stanley, who couldn’t talk, Reader did so. On top of his narration. This stunned him to silence, and Reader looked around the room. This was not simply a character. They weren’t some puppet under an omnipotent being’s control. They were real. Were they simply playing along this whole time?

The Narrator cleared his throat and started his line again.

‘Reader thought aloud to themselves. They began tearing wildly through papers on the desk, pulling books off the shelves, and looking behind paintings, desperate for clues in this dire situation.’

And Reader began doing just that, with the full ability to interact with the papers and books rather than just the keypad they really didn’t need to open the door.

‘But their attention was caught by a keypad behind the desk. What could its purpose be? In fact, this keypad guarded the terrible secret that lay below their feet, and so their boss had assigned it an extra secret pin number. 2-8-4-5.

Yet Reader incredibly, just by pushing a few random buttons on the keypad, happened to input the correct code. What sheer luck! Appeasing, they stepped through the newly opened passageway.’

He followed Reader as they found the elevator and went further down the map. He breathed in deep for this next part, trying to prepare himself for any other odd behavior Reader might exhibit.

‘Reader realized that they felt rather peculiar. It was a stirring of emotion in their chest as though they felt more free to think for themselves; to question the nature of their job. Why did they feel this now when for years it had never occurred to them? This question would not go unanswered for long. Reader walked straight through the archway that read Mind Control Facility.’

Reader had little to look at here until they noticed the short wall with Escape written in red. They had made it so far though. The narrator couldn’t bear if they deviated now. He gave an inaudible sigh of relief as they pressed on with the story instead and pressed the button for the facility’s lights.

‘The lights rose on an enormous room packed with television screens. ‘What horrible secret did this place hold?’ Reader thought to themselves. Did they have the strength to find out?’

He rose up the platform for them to continue on and they pressed the button for the screens to come on. This was all coming together perfectly.

‘Now the monitors jumped to life, their true nature revealed: Each bore the number of an employee in the building, Reader’s coworkers. The lives of so many individuals reduced to images on a screen and Reader, one of them, eternally monitored in this place where freedom meant nothing.’

The elevator was called. ‘This Mind Control Facility... It was too horrible to believe; It couldn’t be true! Had Reader really been under someone else’s control all this time? Was this the only reason they were happy with their boring job? That his emotions had been manipulated to accept it blindly?

‘No! They refused to believe it! They couldn’t accept it! Their own life in someone else’s control? Never! It was unthinkable, wasn’t it? Was it even possible? Had they truly spent their entire life utterly blind to the world?’

The elevator stopped, and Reader stepped out of the elevator and began searching the new area they could roam. The Narrator caught his breath from the emotion he had put into those lines. His passion for the story had renewed thanks to Reader. Their new reactions and behaviors brought him a true joy to his work that he hadn’t felt in so long from Stanley.

‘But here was the proof: The heart of the operation controls labeled with emotions. Happy or Sad or Content. Walking. Eating. Working. All of it monitored and commanded from this very place. As the cold reality of their past sank in, Reader decided that this machinery would never again exert its terrible power over another human life. For they would dismantle the controls once and for all.’

Reader finally came up upon the on and off buttons. Their final choice to make. And the Narrator was filled with joy that they successfully turned off the machine and the lights went out.

‘Blackness… And a rising chill of uncertainty. Was it over?’

The narrator lowered the final pathway for Reader to take. ‘Yes! They had done it! They had won! They defeated the machine, unshackled themselves from someone else’s command. Freedom was mere moments away.’

‘Yet, as the immense door opened, Reader couldn’t help reflecting on how many puzzles still lay unsolved. Where had their coworkers gone? How had they been freed from the machine’s grasp? What other mysteries did this strange building hold?

‘But as sunlight streamed into the chamber, they realized none of this mattered to them. For it was not knowledge, or even power, they had been seeking, but happiness. Perhaps their purpose was not to understand, but to let go. No longer would anyone tell them where to go, what to do, or how to feel. Whatever life they live, it will be theirs. And that was all they needed to know.

‘It was, perhaps, the only thing worth knowing.

‘Reader stepped through the open door.’

They followed his words and stepped out into the open world. However, they looked around, confused. The Narrator paid no mind however, far too into his script to pay attention now.

“Reader felt the cool breeze on their skin. The feeling of liberation; The immense possibility of the new path before them. This was exactly the way, right now, how things were meant to happen.’

‘And Reader was happy…’

Reader frantically looked around, trying to interact with anything as their movements locked up. Then everything went black.

THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS NEVER THE END IS LOADING

‘Stepping out of their office, Reader-’

#mixcember #the stanley parable #the narrator #the narrator x reader

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bubbleteaimagines · 4 years ago

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Calling the Karasuno Boys an embarrassing nickname in front of their teammates

Karasuno Boys Headcanon

DIACHI SAWAMURA

You hadn’t meant to, honestly

It was late and you thought everyone had gone home by the time you and Daichi were leaving the gym

He was in charge of locking up, so when he was finished you grabbed his hand and sighed

“Pookie I can’t wait to get home and relax. Today’s been a long day~” You say, shaking your head

Daichi was going to agree, but then you both heard it and froze

A loud outburst of laughter, seemingly coming from the darkness caused you both to yelp

“Suga, Noya?” You stared at the boys in shock, your heart pounding as Suga went red from trying to hide his laughter and as Noya bent over in tears

“H-Hi guys,” Suga stuttered, looking over at a flustered Daichi with quivering lips

“What are you...what are you two still doing here?” Daichi tried for remain calm but his reddining cheeks gave him away. He prayed that they didn’t hear anything, but judging by Noya’s behavior, they did

“W-Well, we were gonna walk home with you guys since we live pretty close by but...” Noya laughed again, “It seems you two might want some alone time. Isn’t that right, Pookie?”

“Hey!” Daichi went beet red and you stared at him with wide eyes, an apologetic look on your face. “Don’t call me that- only...only Y/N can!”

“Oh yeah?” Noya took that as a challenge. Not being to hold it any longer, Suga burst out into laughter also

“I cannot...I cannot believe...!” He couldn’t even finish the sentence he was laughing so hard, and angry Daichi™️ immediately got activated

“Both of you shut up!” He yelled, fire practically blazing off of him. “Not another word or I’ll have run 100 laps!”

“Whatever you say~” Noya sang

“Pookie,” Suga finished, and then the two of them started laughing again. Daichi sighed

“I hate you,” He muttered darkly, but at this point you didn’t know if he was talking about them- or you

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

Suga was in the middle of practice and like the good partner you were, you sitting in the bleachers to cheer him

It had become a regular thing for you two after dating for almost a year and Suga loved it when you cheered him on

Typically, he always looked to you when he was having a bad day and today was that day

Suga wasn’t having a particularly good game, and his frustrations were evident on his face

Decideding to boost his morale a bit, you got up and called out, “You got this, Sugi-Bear!” for the top of your lungs when he went to serve again

You’d hoped it would boost his spirts, but all it did was cause Suga to pause, along with the rest of the boys

“Sugi...Bear?” Kageyama looked at the older boy with wide eyes, Suga horrified face matching his own

“Did Y/N just-”

“DUDE DID THEY JUST CALL YOU SUGI-BEAR? HA!” Tanaka crackled as the rest of his teammates grinned, even Coach Ukai suppressing a laugh

“No, no-!” Suga desperately tried to backtrack while you covered your mouth instantly, choking back a scream

Why did I do that? You wondered, but it was too late

Soon the whole gym was erupting in laughter, Kiyoko turning away to hide her giggles

“Dammit,” Suga put the ball down and sighed. “Daichi, can you please tell them to- Daichi?”

Suga was floored as he turned to his friend, expecting backup, only to find the captain clutching his stomach and leaning against Asahi to catch his breath

“I...Sorry Suga,” Daichi spit out in between laughs, shaking his head

“Well this is just great,” Suga groaned, burying his head in his hands. He knew now that he’d never live this down, so he figured from now on he’d practice his serves alone

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

You and Kageyama were in the middle of the courtyard eating lunch, but for some reason Kageyama didn’t look so good

“Babycakes? Do you want me to take you to the nurse?” You asked sympathetically, rubbing his back

“No, no it’s fine. Thank you though,” Kageyama nodded and leaned into your touch, relishing your cool hands

He almost looked peaceful, however it didn’t last as Hinata suddenly appeared out of nowhere, a wide grin on his face

“Did Y/N just call you...babycakes?” Hinata let a laugh, causing both you and Kageyama to stiffen. “And you didn’t...try to kill them?”

“Huh?!” Kageyama swerved around so face you thought it’d give him whiplash, glaring at Hinata with a deep blush on his face. “N-No they didn’t! That’s ridiculous! Get lost, carrot top!”

“Ha! They did! That’s why you’re blushing so hard!” Hinata howled, his outburst causing multiple people to look over at you guys

You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you, turning down your head as you stared at Kageyama apologetically

“I’m sorry, I guess that was too loud,” You said, but he was too busy arguing with Hinata and trying to strangle him to even pay attention anymore

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

It was late, you had just gotten back from (Y/C/N) practice and you went to the gym to find Tadashi

Usually, he’d walk you home at night and be waiting once you were finished. But today it looked like practice was running a little late for him so you knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer

“Huh? Oh it’s you,” Tsukishima didn’t mean to sound so rude, but you still flinched at his words

“Um, yeah. Is Yammie around?” You asked hesitantly, rubbing your arms. You were already thrown off a bit and didn’t really think as the nickname slipped passed your lips

“Uh...yeah he’s- wait a second. Yammie?” Your eyes widened as you realized your mistake, just as Yamaguchi came running over

“Tsukki, who is it?” He asked, before his eye settled on you and a wide smile grew on his face. “Oh hey Y/N! Practice is about to end soon, I’ll be out!”

“O-Okay,” You stuttered, avoiding eye contact with Tsukki as you stepped inside of the gym

“What’s wrong?” Yamaguchi frowned, noticing your embarrassed demeanor

“Well, don’t take this wrong way but-”

“Do you really let them call you Yammie?” Tsukishima interrupted you, causing both of you to freeze

Unfortunately, he had said it loud enough to attract the attention of everyone else and all eyes were on you guys, Tadashi becoming a stuttering and blushing mess

“What?! W-Where did you hear that? They don’t call me Yammie! That’s ridiculous, Tsukki!”

You both were horrified as laughter began to erupt throughout the gym, his teammates obviously getting a kick out of the nickname

“I’m sorry,” You turned to Yamaguchi the same time as Tsukishima did

“I didn’t mean to say it that loud,” Tsukishima said, tossing a glare towards Hinata as he laughed the loudest

“I-It’s alright. Hopefully they’ll forget about it tomorrow,” Tadashi stuttered, but spoiler alert: they didn’t

TANAKA RYUNOSUKE

You smiled as you heard the doorbell ring, indicating that your boyfriend was finally here to pick you up

Smoothing out your uniform, you took one last look in the mirror before running to the door and tearing it open

“Lovebug! You’re here early!” You exclaim, but you weren’t really complaining as you threw yourself into his arms and smiled at him

“U-Uh, yeah, yeah we are. I stopped by to walk with Noya,” He explained, embarrassment growing on his face

By the time you pulled away, the name had already registered in Noya’s mind and he burst out laughing, much to Tanaka’s annoyance

“Lovebug? You told me Y/N didn’t have any nicknames for you!” He howled, whilst holding his stomach. “Man, this is gold. Mind if I call him that too, Y/N?”

“I...” You didn’t really know what to say, but you did feel bad for Tanaka a little

“Shut up!” He growled, grabbing his friend by the collar and shaking him. “That nicknames cute, alright?! And I love it when Y/N calls me that so shut up dammit!”

“Okayy~” You had a feeling this would not be the last of hearing about this. And what do you know- all the boys seemed to be holding in laughter later that day when you entered the gym

“So, Lovebug huh?” Asahi grinned at you

“Shut up!”

ASAHI AZUMANE

The celebratory dinner was going great- all the boys seemed to be really enjoying themselves but you noticed that Asahi was going a little fast

“Bubbie? Slow down a little- you’re gonna choke,” You giggle a little, shaking your head at him

“Oh, yeah, right,” Asahi lowered his bowl and chuckled, but he wasn’t the one that ended up choking

Daichi, who was sitting right next to you guys, started choking on his barbecue

“Cap?” Asahi patted his back a little to help him out, “You alright?”

“Bubbie?” Daichi managed to speak through his coughing, causing the tips of Asahi’s ears to go completely red

“Uh...I...I can explain!” Asahi stuttered out, staring at him with wide eyes

“Explain what?” Suga poked his head in and looked back and forth between them

“N-Nothing!” All three of you squeaked out, turning your backs to him and resuming on your food. Daichi and Asahi were bright red, meanwhile you were pretending you were just grateful Daichi didn’t blab

“Well okay...” You could tell Suga was suspicious but slowly he let it go. Daichi however, grew a wide smile on his face as everything began to sink in

“That’s quite a nickname you got going for yourself,” He commented, just when you thought it had died down

“Yeah, well,” Asahi scratched the back of his face. You felt so bad- he looked like a tomato! “I’d appreciate it if we kept this between us, yeah?”

“Yeah, you got it,” Daichi grinned and nodded, causing Asahi to breathe a sigh of relief, “Bubbie.”

HINATA SHOYO

Hinata had a match and unfortunately you couldn’t make it, so he opted to FaceTime you instead right before the game was starting

“Good luck Cutiepie! I know you’ll do great!” You shouted through the screen, smiling brightly

Hinata beamed and nodded his head quickly, forgetting that he had you in speakerphone

“Thanks, babe!” He shouted, just as Kageyama walked by, his jaw dropped to the floor

“Cutepie?” He said in disbelief, and Hinata whipped around so quickly the screen became blurry for a moment

“Crap!” Panic bubbled up inside of the orange-haired boy as a sly smirk grew on Kageyama’s face. “That wasn’t for you to hear!”

“Obviously not, Cutiepie,” Kageyama grinned, barking out a laugh that caused the others to stare in disbelief

“Is he...” Tsukishima started

“...Laughing?” Noya finished, tilting his head a little

All the boys were scared, and slightly alarmed when Kageyama doubled over as Hinata yelled at him

“Shut up! It’s not funny!” Your boyfriend yelled, shaking his hands

“What’s going on here?” Coach Uaki raised an eyebrow

“He-”

“Shut up Kageyama!”

“Y/N calls Hinata their Cutiepie!” Tobio yelled out, causing Coach Uaki to sputter back a laugh

“They what now?” All the other boys turned their backs so angry Hinata couldn’t see them absolutely losing it

“You butt-wipe! You weren’t supposed to tell anybody!” Hinata yelled while you tried to surpress your giggles

“Shoyo baby It’s okay, that just means you gotta kick their asses 10x harder,” You reminded him, trying to cheer him up

But the damage was already done

Nobody was ever gonna let that go, especially not Kageyama. And even though you weren’t there for the match, Hinata told you later on how even the other team started teasing him for it

But at least they won, though

NISHINOYA YU

It wasn’t even you that outed him, it was Kiyoko lmao

She was picking up some stuff around the gym and there just so happened to be a volleyball underneath the bench he was sitting on, so she asked him to hand it to her politely

“Nishi-boo, can you please hands me that?” The minute she said it, it was like the entire gym just froze

The sound of arguing and volleyballs thumping around decreased, and suddenly all eyes were on Noya and Kiyoko as they both stuttered out excuses, clearly embarrassed

“I-I mean, Nishinoya, I didn’t-”

“She doesn’t- she didn’t mean-”

Tanaka was looking at his friend with eyes so big you’d think they were saucers. Exclaiming loudly, he yelled, “WHAT DID SHE JUST CALL YOU?”

“Nishi-boo?” Asahi frowned. “I thought only Y/N called you that.”

“YOU KNEW?!” Both Noya and Tanaka exclaimed, causing Asahi to flinch

“I am so sorry,” Kiyoko tried desperately to apologize to a dumbstruck Nishinoya, “I-It’s just- that’s the last thing I heard Y/N call you before practice today and it just slipped out. I’m really sorry!”

“N-No need,” Noya stuttered, his cheeks a dangerous shade of red, “I-It was an accident, right?”

“YOU THREE HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!” Tanaka pointed at Kiyoko, Noya and Asahi

“IM NOT EXPLAINING ANYTHING SO JUST FORGET ABOUT IT OKAY?” Noya yelled back, but it was too late

The age of him being addressed Nishi-boo had already started. And the one leading the charge?

Why that was Tanaka of course!

TSUKISHIMA KEI

It wasn’t like you meant to expose him

But when Tsukki snuck up on you one day right after he had just finished practicing, you couldn’t but exclaim, “Tsukki-Bear? What are you doing?!”

Cue you spinning around to see practically the entire Karasuno team standing there, frozen in time

“Did I...hear that correctly?” Hinata stuttered, jaw dropped

“Did they just call you...?” Kageyama asked, wide-eyed

“TSUKKI-BEAR?!” They yelled at the same time, bursting out into laughter as Tsukishima scowled

“Y/N...” He turned to you and sighed as they crackled up behind him, the older boys trying to hide their laughter

Ennoshita was the first to crack, Suga following behind as they leaned on each other for support

Even Daichi and Asahi were stunned, but at least they tried to help

“H-Hey that’s not nice to make fun of him,” Asahi stuttered, but it was blocked out by Hinata’s laughter

“I cannot believe...one of the meanest and tallest people I know is called Tsukki-Bear,” He gasped out

“Ugh. Shut up!” Tsukishima rolled his eyes, rubbing at his temples. “So what if I’m called that? It’s just a freaking nickname! You guys are immature!”

“You tell them Tsukki-Bear!” Yamaguchi yelled out, only to realize his mistake a second later, “I-I mean...”

This caused a whole new round of laughter to ring out and Tsukishima grabbed your hand roughly

“Come on. Let’s go,” He growled, dragging you off

“Tsukki! Y/N! Wait up!” Yamaguchi quickly followed

It was safe to say that Tsukki didn’t talk to the team for three days after that, but hey- At least they had something to hold over him now

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