#hello i am still alive just super busy and behind!!

[magic-is-something-we-create]

HI HELLO i have been running on a very good queue recently so i don't even know if anyone's noticed but YES HI i am still alive, i've just been super busy as of late with real life stuff

firstly: commissions will CLOSE TOMORROW AFTERNOON as im going camping with family for my sibling's 18th birthday, and will likely stay closed until september rolls around - so if you want to get one before the end of the month, the illustration itself will be delayed but you can still get the order in before 4pm CST!!

secondly: i am. so behind on tags of all kinds, both games and taglist-wise, and my inbox has gone untouched in probably 3 weeks?? so like the last time i got super behind, all of that will be added to the queue!!

and, finally: MY QUEUE IS REALLY LOW, so if you or a friend have some art or snippets you'd like me to add to my queue, drop a link here for me!!! i can't promise i'll be able to read all of them, but i'll add them all to the queue so that there's more opportunity for people to find your work and fall in love!!!

[whatwouldvalerydo]

Hello,

I hope you're well. 🙂

🍄 🪐 📚 🍬 ❄️

🖤🖤🖤

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Still alive :) just super busy with work.

The first ones I answered in the previous 3 asks but I will mix it up for you:

🍄- share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

For you I will chose a head canon from circus: the curse should have been broken with the original cast it was written for: Akira and Talia. But the characters broke patterns and character, doing their own thing.

Following that i wanted Talbott to be the last one, but given his nature he couldn't be.

Going back, in whatever world or AU they are, Akira and Talia will gravitate towards each other despite the destruction they leave behind. Talia as she was with Talbott could have saved many, Talia as she is with Akira is more selfish.

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

I took three days off for myself to just enjoy some time off.

I am changing it up at work and despite it being very stressful and unnerving it's also very enticing to be part of the shinny new part of IT.

I went out today to pamper myself.

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

I will give you the penultima note: it's a small insignificant note about IAND and people asking the paranormal team why they don't use fancy equipment and gear like those people on ghost shows in TV and them having to explain why they don't need it since they actually have a gift and can sense ghosts etc.

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Who to freaking pick and why?

Penny, since i also used her in Late Night Enchantments as well. She isn't popular at all, she's just nosy and many people actually are too polite to tell her off.

Don't come at me, but I really don't get that girl.

Another unpopular opinion related to my fic about her: if i could rewrite her, I would have Talbott end up with her and not Talia after the war.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

ANGST. DARK ANGST.

And I present that crown to you, hands down.

[rotworld]

In Betweens

derek blames it on the afterglow.

->derek/izsak. explicit, contains overstimulation, slight emotional sadism.

The bed’s fucked. The whole thing, mattress and all, is going to have to go out with the trash on Monday. The rest of the loft’s not much better but Derek thinks he can just borrow his father’s housekeepers for a weekend and have everything taken care of. They won’t ask any questions.

He hasn’t seen such a mess since the time he got absolutely trashed at his own graduation party but this is better somehow, even more exciting, knowing it only took two of them to completely wreck the place. Izsák is sprawled out on the wine and cum-stained sheets beside him trying to catch his breath, still wrapped in the after-sex high and probably too sore to move. 

Derek reaches out and traces the flushed ring of his teeth marks left in Izsák’s shoulder, a rough, raw arch of scabs that still bleeds when he pushes down around it with his fingers. Izsák hisses and swats his hand away. He’s more fun like this after Derek’s fucked the prim and proper out of him.

“You look like shit,” Derek says, grinning.

“I feel like shit,” Izsák slurs, his words all jumbled together and nearly indecipherable with how strong his accent is now. Lately, he’s been slipping into his native tongue when they fuck. Derek will angle his hips just right and Izsák just fucking loses it, arching his back and shaking and saying shit that Derek mistook for gibberish the first time. Begging kind of sounds the same in every language so he just fucks him harder. 

There’s a solid minute before and after Izsák cums that he just forgets how to speak English and Derek loves teasing him right then, making his thrusts slow and shallow until Izsák’s sobbing in Hungarian and fucking himself on his cock like he’s going to die without it.

Derek stretches and reclines on his side, head propped up on one hand. “You’re hot when you cry,” Derek says. He wraps his fist around Izsák’s spent cock and watches him convulse, overstimulated, whining at the sensation.

“Don’t,” Izsák begs. His mistake, because that just makes Derek smile and slide his hand down his flaccid shaft, feeling the flesh twitch with interest under his fingers. Izsák grabs his wrist and looks him in the eye, pleading. “You cannot really want to go again,” he says, almost a question, a hopeful twinge in his voice.

“Hm. Yeah, not really. Just like seeing you squirm a little,” Derek says, but he doesn’t let go. He pumps Izsák’s cock at a leisurely pace, feels where his flesh is hot and catching against his palm, too dry. They ran out of lube hours ago, empty tubes lying scattered across the floor. They ran out of condoms, too, and Derek scowls at the disgusting sight of half a dozen tied in cum-filled knots on Izsák’s other side. He feels just a little bit of pity for whoever’s gonna clean this later. “How many times did we do it?”

“I—nghh,” Izsák’s eyes flutter shut and he bucks his hips helplessly against Derek’s hand, “I was not counting.” He shivers, making a broken noise, and that’s good but not enough so Derek twists his hand around the head of his cock and gets him to moan out something unrecognizable.

“What’re you saying?” Derek asks curiously, teasing the slit with his thumb. “I always wonder, especially when you get all desperate and rub up against me.”

“I say a lot of things in the heat of the moment,” Izsák mutters, his blush reaching the tips of his ears. “Many of which are obscene.”

Derek smirks and scoots closer, sinking his teeth into the shell of Izsák’s ear. “Yeah?” he growls. “Like what? Don’t get embarrassed now.” Izsák’s starting to wince and go soft so Derek spits into his palm and it’s a sorry excuse for lube but it helps a little.

“J-just...you know,” Izsák stammers, ashamed for some reason all of the sudden. “What I usually say. ‘Please fuck me, please cum in me.’ That kind of thing.”

Derek rolls his eyes, losing interest in the conversation. Izsák’s reactions are still good, though, and he teases him, traces the veins down his length and back up again. “You’ve said way filthier shit in English, I don’t get why it’s such a big deal.”

“It f-feels different in my mother tongue. More, ah, m-more intima—oh!” Izsák gasps sharply and his chest is heaving with fast, frantic breaths. The sound of him fucking Derek’s hand is wet and suggestive but it’s nothing compared to those sad little noises he’s making, the pathetic mewls and hissed Hungarian swears.

More intimate, Derek thinks with derision. He doesn’t get what the fuck Izsák means by that but it doesn’t really matter. He looks good right now, writhing in the mess they made together. It must hurt but it must feel good, too, his hips losing rhythm as he starts to babble incoherently with his fists tangled in the sheets. It’s so easy to take him apart. 

Derek likes that he knows this is here, this needy, shivering thing is hidden just underneath Izsák’s unapproachable shell and Derek can bring it out whenever he wants with a heated look and a sharp jerk of his head towards a hall closet or shadowed corner of his father’s house. He can’t remember the last relationship he had that lasted this long.

But this isn’t a relationship, is it? The thought makes Derek slow his movements, staring into space. No way. Definitely not. He doesn’t want to date Izsák, he just wants to fuck him sometimes. A lot of the time, honestly, if the last few weeks have been anything to go by, all the sneaking around they’ve done in his father’s house. Dating is fancy dinners and forced smiles and throwing gifts at greedy bitches who always want something else. This isn’t dating. This is just…

Derek looks down at Izsák’s blushing, tear-stained face in confusion. What the fuck is this? What are they doing?

Izsák looks up at him and calls, his voice hoarse and tinged with need, “Sir?”

Derek makes an exasperated noise. “You don’t have to always fucking—no, you know what, whatever. Turn over, we’re going again.”

“You are not serious, I hope.”

Derek doesn’t ask twice. He rolls Izsák onto his stomach and pins him to the bed. “Should probably ask my father to give you the week off,” he growls, sliding his cock between Izsák’s cheeks and prodding at his reddened, abused hole. “You’re not gonna be able to walk.”

“If I have any time off, you will simply take advantage of it,” Izsák mutters. But he’s smirking. He’s got his cheek pressed to the bed and is looking at Derek through his lashes like he’s got him exactly where he wants him. Derek likes that, but he doesn’t like it as much as seeing him sob, so at the same second he presses inside, his own cum squelching out around his dick, he reaches around and gives Izsák’s cock a few quick strokes that have him biting down a moan.

“Exactly,” Derek murmurs, blanketing Izsák ‘s body with his own and feeling him jerk and shudder. “If you’ve got nothing else to do, then you’ve got no reason to be anywhere but around my cock.” He fucks him harder but jerks him off nice and slow. Derek kicks his legs open wider and humps him into the mattress, balls deep in Izsák’s ass with every thrust and wishing he didn’t have to be anywhere else ever again.

“Sir, I—I can’t—”

“You wanna cum, Izsák? You want some mercy?”

“Please, sir,” Izsák sobs, and that puts Derek’s heart into overdrive. He grabs a fistful of Izsák’s hair and drags his head out of the pillows so there’s nowhere to hide and bites savagely into the side of his neck.

“Then fucking beg for it.”

He doesn’t understand a word out Izsák’s mouth for the next hour and a half.

[arcanesongs]

Clones and their College Major Vibes

I’ve been really digging modern Star Wars AUs lately and I am sucker for college AUs, so I decided to make some headcanons for some various clone boys if anyone needs inspiration! This isn’t everyone, it just the ones I know the most about, but if anyone wants some for other clones or characters, I will totally do an another!

-Rex: Health and exercise science major (I could totally see Rex being a physical therapist; the RA that is tired of your shit, for the love of God just follow the rules and have some common sense for once in your dumber than a pigeon’s brain

-Fives: Psychology major; guy who waited to last the minute to decide what he’ll major, panicked and picked psychology because it seemed more interesting than communications, but turns out he’s really good at it and wants to be therapist after college

-Echo: Psychology major with a concentration in neurology; He’s the psych major that knew he wanted to be a psych major since high school because he wants to be a neuroscientist and will fight anyone who says his degree his useless

 -Jesse: Business major (he strikes as a business major, don’t know why); the frat guy who managed to crawl out his bed to attain his 8AM massively hungover and you and him both wonder how he is still alive

-Kix: Premed major (shocking I know); the guy who shows up to your 8AM in an Armani suit and has a double shot espresso, caramel macchiato, light foam, and with oat milk in his hands at all times

-Hardcase: Communications major; He’s the one person in his major classes that actually wanted to be a communications major and is super fun to be around, but runs 10 minutes late to class because he has to pet every dog on campus that he comes across

-Dogma: Political science major; he’s THAT kid in the Honors College (don’t act better than me, we literally go to same school and I got into the research program and the honors college, did you?)

(Sorry Dogma stans, projected on Dogma a little bit)

-Tup: Art major; kinda basic, but really nice and says hello to everyone he walks by and has pretty notes

-Cody: Pre-Law and history double major; that one frat guy who has his shit together and is basically the Dad of the frat, also is his frat’s president

-Wolffe: History major with a concentration in history education; the guy that looks grumpy and is grumpy most of the time, but would totally walk you anywhere if you felt unsafe or wait with you until your ride showed up

-Bly: Elementary education major; he’s the guy you’re mom tells you the marry because he is HUSBAND MATERIAL, but he is in a committed relationship and is probably going to marry his girlfriend as soon as they graduate 

-Gree: Biology and linguistics double major; the kid that everyone made fun of in high school for being nerdy but people love him college because he’s super helpful with difficult homework, but he does have a weird obsession with aliens so do with that what you will and his room smells a little bit like a skunk, if you know what I mean

-Fox: Political science and criminal justice double major; that guy who never gets enough sleep and has a severe caffeine addiction, if you are behind him in the ordering line of the campus coffee shop, you are going to be concern for his well-being (”Can I get five extra espresso shots in that?” “Damn, bitch, just do cocaine”); he’s also super ambitious and while you might think that means he’ll slit your throat if you get a higher grade than him on an assignment, he actually just has extremely high standards for himself (he’s a nice Slytherin and you can pry that headcanon from my cold, dead hands)

-Hunter: Biology major with a concentration in ecology; that guy who looks very tough and cool, but is a complete and utter massive dork (you saw him trip up the stairs going to get lunch and you have also seen him cry over a fawn that had wondered onto campus because it was too small and where was their mama???)

-Crosshair: Math major (I saw a headcanon somewhere that Crosshair is amazing at math due to being a sniper and honestly, I can see it); is friends with the physics major that has literally no impulse control and has helped them calculate the perfect angle to cause mass chaos in your dorm because f the establishment

-Tech: Computer science and engineering double major; guy during finals who has been in his same spot in the library for who knows how long and never seems to blink; also doesn’t get enough sleep but never seems to bother him and thank God, because his roommate banned him from caffeine after the Incident 

-Wrecker: Physics major; is the physics major that has no impulse control; super sweet, but has a penchant for being the reason why you have to evacuate your dorm at 2am because he left his mac-n-cheese cup in the microwave for too long 

[imagineswriting47]

Book Club Love

A/N: I am putting two requests together for this one. This is for the two Anons who asked Asked by Anon. A super cute Sam/Reader for them having their own book club? Maybe the Reader goes off on a tangent and Sam thinks it’s the absolute best thing

Anon Asked Could there be a Cute Sam/Reader with them in a book club. Sam Falls in love with how excited they get.

This is going to be a couple of parts. All mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Summary: You meet Sam on an online book club but your life is about to get a lot more complicated.

Parings: Reader/Sam

Warnings: Mentions of violence

It started as just an online book club—something to do in my free time. I had always loved books and wanted to disappear into another world and leave mine behind. So I was hesitant to join an online one, not knowing what it would be like. But what surprised me the most was meeting Sam. Sam was a couple of years older than me and loved reading just as much. We bonded over the fact that we loved all kinds of books. But what seemed to surprise Sam was my love of learning about the paranormal.

I had read any book I could find on the paranormal. I would read anything about monsters, angels, and demons. Ghosts and anything else is said to go bump in the night. Sam seemed just as interested in the paranormal as I was. Most people found my interest in the supernatural wired. No one ever wanted to learn about it like me. Not until I got to know Sam.

Then slowly, we started to talk about our lives. Of course, I always knew that Sam was holding back on something when we would speak, but that didn't bother me. I always look forward to getting his texts or call from him. Sam always had a way of being able to make me smile. I could be having the worst day, and he could turn it all around. Even with never having met Sam in person or even seeing his face, I could easily find myself falling for him if I did.

Sam had messaged me earlier in the day, but I wasn't able to talk to him. I worked in a pharmacy in Lebanon, and we had gotten busy. So it was later than usual when I finally left work to start my walk home. I walked home after every shift since it wasn't that far, and I didn't see the point in wasting the gas on a five-minute walk home.

"Hello." I hear Sam say as he picks up the phone. His voice sounds rough. Maybe Sam had been asleep? Sam doesn't seem to have a set schedule for anything. It could be the middle of the day, and he could be sound asleep when I call. Or he will call me in the middle of the night, not seeming to realize what time it is.

"Hey, Sam," I say with a smile, but the smile quickly falls when I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I look behind me and see a dark figure behind me on the sidewalk. I quicken my pace to get home faster as I talk to him. I don't want to worry Sam over this. I was a block from home when some grabbed the back of my hair and yanked. I dropped my phone but not before screaming out Sams name before everything goes black.

I wake up tied to a chair; the room is cold and damp. There are no windows, no natural light being let in. I can't tell how long I have been unconscious, but my head is pounding, and my mouth is dry. I try to pull my arms out from the ropes, but they are tied tight.

"Well, look who is awake." I hear as the door is pushed open and a man steps in. The man, even if he weren't the one to kidnap me, I would stay away from him. There is just something dark about him, something evil. I couldn't answer him as the man had gagged me.

Pain, that is all I seemed to know anymore. So I was being tortured for information that I didn't have. I kept telling them I don't know anything that I couldn't help them, but they didn't seem to care. I was covered in cuts and blood. I know how much blood the human body has in it but seeing it was horrifying. I didn't know that I could lose this much blood and still be alive. Every time the pain got to be too much, and I would pass out, the torture would start when I woke back up.

I regain consensus when I hear fighting outside my room. I hear screaming that doesn't sound human before everything goes quiet. I can listen to doors being opened one by one. I curl up as much as possible in the chair, trying to make myself as small as possible when I hear my door being opened.

"She's in here," is yelled by a deep and gravelly voice. "Hey, it's okay. I'm Dean." The man says as he kneels in front of me as he gets me untied from the chair. I don't say anything as he works, nor do I look up when I hear someone else enter the room. Then, with the ropes no longer holding me up, I start to fall from the chair before being picked up. Once more, everything fades to black.

When I start to wake up, it's to an annoying beeping that will not stop. The light seems to be blinding me when I finally manage to open my eyes. When I look around the room, the first thing I see is the tall man slumped in a chair sleeping. I must wake him up when I move in the bed, trying to sit up.

"Hey. Hey, it's okay." The man tells me as he comes to stand next to the bed.

"Can I get something to drink?" I ask, my voice rough. The man quickly moves to get me a glass of water. I take my time to take the man in. He is tall with long brown hair. Overall he is handsome. But I don't know him, not his face anyway. But I know his voice.

"Sam?" I ask him after I get a drink, and he sits back down.

"Yes. This is all my fault this happened to you. If you would never have gotten to know me, hey never would have gone after you..."

"Sam, Sam, it's okay. I don't know what happened, but it is in no way your fault." So I tell him as I take his hand in mine. His hand is rough in mine, but he grips mine tight before lacing his fingers with mine.

"Miss Y/L/N, I am glad to see you are awake. It was some accident that you were in. But the cuts have been cleaned and stitched. You will be free to go after we go through the paperwork." Sam doesn't leave my side as the doctor, and I discuss everything.

"I know you don't have any reason to believe me, but I think it would be best if you come with me."

I trust you, Sam." I tell him as we walk to a back car with someone leaning against it. I recognize him as Dean, the guy that saved me from that room. I smile at him as he turns to get in the car. Sam holds the door open for me, motioning for me to slide into the front, leaving me to sit between Sam and Dean. With a yawn, I lay my head down on Sam as Dean starts to drive. We pull up to an old abandon building before coming to a stop. Dean is the first one out of the car; Sam is waiting to help me. I take his hand and let him lead me into the building. It was nothing like I was expecting.

"IS there a war I don't know about?" I ask as Sam turns to look at me.

"You have no idea Y/N," Dean says from where he is sitting. I think my life just got a little more complicated.

A/N: Thank you for reading please leave a heart and a reblog.

Tag list under the cut. Tag list is open

@hobby27 @hunttheimpossible @mythandmagik

[tsui-no-sora]

Hello hi how are you :))

I've been meaning to send this for a while but I'm too busy so you can take your time answering because oof.

Anyway I've been thinking about cDream who's been blind. All the time. From the begging and during the manhunts. Maybe he has a horrible scar across his face and that's why he has the mask, or maybe he just doesnt want people to see or know. But yea.

I've been thinking about him a lot I have a lot of ideas I'm buzzing like a microwave.

Also the fucking face reveal is happening and I'm still somehow alive so that's something

I got this exactly the day my teacher is checking notebooks so I literally don't have anything to do this whole hour so Hi Hey I'm well how are you I missed talking to you about this concepts is really so much fun

I been so busy as well but we are both surviving it and that's what matters

And dude we are officially in the final line before our lives Dream's and all of his friends too change forever you know how insane that is after two years that I been on this fandom we are finally gonna get to see them meet you don't know how excited I am as well for their friends to finally get to see him as well dream sounded so happy already and I bet he's only gonna be happier now :)))

Ohh c!Dream who doesn't lose his eyesight during the prison c!Dream who's simply blind I really love that headcanon

I like to think he would have a scar in his face post Techno Duel I can picture c!Techno seeing his mask break and Dream's eyes and just thinking well the more you know before striking him down

But before that he just doesn't wanna show it so much but in the smp where he feels safe and relaxed with all of his dfiends who already know who he is

He would take his mask off from time to time and just exist like that, he would also steak George's goggles all the time and hid them from him. I can picture him taking Sapnap's bandana and tying it around his eyes just to make a silly joke.

I can also picture him being so anxious because he doesn't see but he can hear he can sense things around him, and just listening in as there's random noises he doesn't know where they are coming from inside the prison.

Or being super alarmed when Ponk and Bad took CPK to visit Pandora's.

Plus Techno having to knock multiple times in the glass because Dream can't see him and he can hear the lava moving but he doesn't know who's coming up from behind it and honestly he can't tell when things are actually making noise around him and when he's starting to picture things that aren't there (BTW I'm still insane about the implication that Sam drugging him during prison to make him confess things was a possibility)

Quackity making it a sort of game trying to be as quiet as possible to keep Dream trying to guess where the strike is coming from and Dream can always guess but he can tell Quackity likes it more when he pretends to not get it, and he needs to do everything he can to keep him entertained to keep him coming here everyday because if he doesn't if Quackity gets bored if he deems him unworthy he's going to kill him.

Also him being so so scared when he enters the fake cell that Quackity and Sam put together outside for him, because it's wrong and he can't tell how or why but something is happening and all of a sudden hes caught again and was he even ever free then

I also imagine him completely lashing out at Wilbur afterwards when he sneaks behind him and whispers on his ear and then reprimanding himself for not listening in properly and almost dying again

The new people don't know that Dream is blind Punz does know and he makes sure to never startle him

Quackity only finds out he's blind after his first vivist when he breaks Dream's mask

I also like to think about blind c!Ranboo and c!Dream the concept makes me happy also blind c!Dream who trails his hands on c!Tubbo's face and scars to memorize them during his presidency to show he does want to meet him he does want to be friends the fact that it also aligns with his Plan does help tho.

[commanderserwin]

here, now.

✧ characters. levi ackerman x reader

✧ notes. a soulmate au that is super self-indulgent i love soulmate aus i love soulmate aus i love soulmate aus— and i hope you will enjoy too!

✧ summary. “you are my responsibility! for fuck’s sake, you are on my skin! i can feel you! we’re bound, literally.”

a. you can feel a tug from wherever your soulmate is. these may either be automatic, or have stronger tugs whenever your soulmate is in distress. 

b. initials on their skin.

It wasn’t unusual anymore when it has kept you on the bed, staring ahead, breathing hard to calm yourself down. It wasn’t new anymore. It has been happening for years and you’ve had enough practice to get use to it. But no matter how steady your breaths have become, their tugs didn’t become any gentler. It felt like a sting— on your hands, arms, feet, even at your fingers, it climbed like an ant on your skin, biting as it goes. But the bites weren’t there.

Their tugs would stop. It would usually stop in the mornings, but it would never get easier during the afternoons and evenings. It was when the tugs were a little heavy and intimidating because it signaled on your end that something was bothering them. You can’t communicate through the tugs. It was just the emotions, extreme distress, like a smoke signal.

The sheets on your hands has crumbled while you closed your eyes thinking of anything good. The smell wafting through the window as your neighbor cooked an extravagant meal, the little cheers of the children from the other house, or even how soft your pillows are as the tugs ceased.

“I’m going to find them,” you scowled through the sunny morning, almost like a mantra to be said everyday. 

You have no idea who it might be. The tugs started late as it seeped through you being that the universe has finally wrote your destiny. Although, the universe has already started on your skin long before the tugs has began.

Their initial sits just at the joint of your shoulder and the end of your collarbone, the red letter tattooed on the soft spot.

L.

There are hundreds and hundreds of possible men and women whose names starts with that letter, but you are so determined to find who’s at the end of your own tugs because theirs were just insufferable. It would go on hours and you’d be left too busy with handling it. Even wishing that it would stop— but whenever it does, it makes your toes curl because if it stops, you don’t even know if there are still there.

Their initial was there but it just sits there whereas the tugs lets you know that they are there.

So you have deduced it into someone who works in impossible tasks— hard and excruciating, so you have narrowed it down to somebody in the Military. It was a reach, but it was better than anything.

The Military Brigade feels empty. They roam the streets and they empty.

The Garrison feels closer. Although they feel nothing.

The Survey Corps feels different— like something is alive as it pulls you towards it.

“L,” you whispered to yourself as you threw the covers off of your body, paddling towards the dainty kitchen to get your day ready for searching like a detective yet again. “Oh, I am going to find you, L.”

The kettle whistled in its agreement as you perched on top of your countertop, swinging your feet— and then it tugged.

“This early?” You blew on your hot cup of tea as it warmed your throat, making squint in wonder. “What are you worried for? I just got out of bed and it’s a wonderful morning—,”

It tugged.

“Fine,” you jumped down, stomping down your feet towards the bathroom as you took your clothes off, testing the waters to begin your day. You stared at yourself in the mirror, always capturing the scowl on your mouth as it tugged. “I’m coming for you.”

Nobody told you that finding somebody in the Survey Corps was a struggle. Finding someone in a sea of somebodies was hard enough, and you only have it down to their initial to help you.

Their base feels intimidating. The number of soldiers training makes you feel small, watching them kick and punch— lurch around in their gear made you worried because you looked so out of place. The finest fabrics in the plaza you adorned on your body has turned into rags as the mud settled on the ends of your trousers as it touched the ground. Your shoes squelch underneath the soft ground, and you groaned inside, finding a concrete place to rest. You ignored their looks as you flicked the dried mud off of your trousers, cursing yourself through it.

And it tugged, so you just have to power through it.

“Are you lost?” Somebody spoke from behind you, and they bent down to meet your eyes as you were frozen in place. Their eyes met yours in curiosity and you slowly stood up straighter, clearing your throat.

“I’m looking for somebody.”

“I can help you with that,” the young soldier nodded, smiling as he tilted his head. “What’s their name?”

What is their name?

What is their name?

“Uhm,” you gulped, clasping your hands behind you while you looked beyond him. There was a crowd of young soldiers fighting, a couple of older ones talking within themselves— so what is their name. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“Yes,” you nodded, shrugging your shoulders, “I do have their initial—,”

“Soulmates?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed a little loud as the audience behind turned their heads toward you. The soldier shook his head, a shy smile on his lips as he saw how flustered you are. “It starts with L.”

The young soldier pondered, nibbling his lips as he cocked his head towards a small building. He looked back and forth, contemplating if he should say anything. In the end, he couldn’t miss the way your lips quivered in perfect play, and he finally surrendered.

“I could think of people but you may want to start with our captain,” the soldier explained as he stood a little straight. “On that building, the hallway to your left, and the door on your second.”

The information hit too close to home, and it felt immediately closer and heavier because they could be right at that building, the hallway to your left, and the door on your second as you repeated the words over and over until the soft patters of your feet hit the floorboards. It wasn’t just the words that echoed in your ears, it was the faintest of the tugs at your fingers— tingling as it got closer and closer until the door before you felt too natural.

Levi could hear the footsteps. His hands froze as he piled the papers off of the table. He felt the familiar tug on his fingers as he listened closely outside his door.

He wasn’t new to this.

The tug meant that someone particular has found him. His breathing deepened as the floorboards creaked, and he thought of the time those particular tugs greeted him almost everyday— spanning seconds and minutes as he walked around the base. Sometimes, he could carry those tugs with him outside the wall— and he would do this best to not let it affect him.

But this time feels different.

He knows that someone on the other end is hesitating to knock on his door, and he couldn’t help but wish to make them walk away, erase the familiarity because he wasn’t ready. He’s heard stories of people meeting their soulmates and it all ended in tears and laughter but he knows his meeting will go on the opposite way— but it just tugged.

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, feeling the tingling on his body as the person felt worried to open the door.

“Just open it,” Levi found himself muttering.

He focused on the paper before him, hearing the creak of the footstep as someone knocked on his door. It was quiet, eerie, and Levi found himself touching that patch behind his ear. He perfectly knows what letter it was, where it starts and ends, the red ink etched on his skin as he touched the letter.

And it tugged— harder, that it made Levi curl his fingers on his table, finally hearing the turn of the knob like a bullet through the air as he lifted his head off of the table from his fake work. His breathing stopped when he first locked eyes. The tug disappeared as he looked straight, feeling his throat dry— his brows furrowing as the person came marching in.

You came marching in.

His grey eyes surveyed yours as you marched right in, embarrassingly stopping in the middle of his office. His hands stayed glued to his table filled with paperworks as he looked at you.

“Hello,” your voice wavered as you stood up straighter in his office. The door closed by itself and the small distance instantly felt too much.

The man before you lifted his head by an inch— and that was all he did. The silence was loud and deafening and it made your blood boil, because you understood why he is always tugging at your end based on his work. What you didn’t understand is why he is just sitting there. Aren’t all supposed to be happy about meeting their soulmates? The magnetic feel at the end of their tingling fingers?

He didn’t respond.

“Okay,” you started, crossing your arms before him. There was nothing else to comment on aside that he is staring, so you really powered through it. “We’re soulmates. And we have these tugs, I’m sure you know it. I understand your line of work—,”

“Then this shouldn’t be a problem,” Levi interrupted as he leaned on his chair. He didn’t miss the way you gasp lightly after his words. “It’s natural.”

“I know that it’s natural. I’m asking for a little consideration,” you walked nearer to his desk, your feet tumbling at the distance. His grey eyes looked up as you stood before his table. “The tugs— your tugs, it’s keeping me awake. I couldn’t— do anything, you keep me awake. And in the afternoons? I’m barely moving because all I could do is process your distress-,”

“You are free to ignore it.” Levi said, clenching his hands tight because he could feel you on his fingers— your tugs. He took a deep breathe, realizing that this is making you worry, this whole conversation is making you pull on your own ends, and he couldn’t do anything about it because he knows he’s also doing it to you.

“I can’t ignore it.” You clenched your teeth, looking at his smug face. His red initial on your shoulder burns, and you roughly pulled on your sleeve to show it to him. “How can I ignore it—,”

“Don’t-,” Levi started again, feeling your initial itch.

“Don’t interrupt me,” you frowned, pointing at his initial on your skin. “Tell me how I can ignore it when you are on my skin and I could feel you!”

Levi blinked a couple of times, calming himself because one look at your skin, and he could already confirm. It’s what they say, if your soulmate shows you your initial, it automatically riles you in. His initial sits on your skin in red ink, just like yours did behind his ear.

He could feel anger within you and he could only arch his brow as to why that is. If he’s being honest, he has no time for this even if he was ecstatic to meet his soulmate— he still doesn’t have time for this because he is unsure of his future. He doesn’t know that maybe on the next day their expedition comes, he could be gone. He could be in pain, and he knows what pain does to the line. It is excruciating— and he has felt it before through you. He didn’t want to leave that somebody alone but it was bound to happen that’s why he was hesitant to be found.

Even when you found him, he wants to take it all back.

“Why are you even here?” Levi finally asked, knowing already your answer. He has got it all under control even when he could feel your consistent tugs at his ends.

“All I am asking is for you to be careful.”

You sighed, closing your eyes as you tried to calm down. You fiddled with the ends of your shirt as you took a few deep breaths. Your soulmate is and isn’t who you imagined to be. His days are far more busy than yours, less extravagant as to what you were used to but he was the one for you. An acquaintance, a friend— someone who the universe set for you.

“Don’t act like I am your responsibility,” Levi scowled, because he didn’t mean for things to escalate. The tugs on your ends has settled, and he let out a huge sigh that he didn’t know that he was holding.

Then, it tugged. Just as your angry eyes opened.

“But you are!” You exasperatedly said, pointing at him while you tugged your sleeve to cover up. “You are my responsibility! For fuck’s sake, you are on my skin! I can feel you! We’re bound, literally.”

Levi stood up from his chair, your initial itching. His mind’s running because he doesn’t want to be bound— literally. He doesn’t want to have an added responsibility, another person— he doesn’t want to gain and lose it at the end.

“However it is we are together, that is besides the point. You found me! That’s great news,” Levi seethed through his teeth, leveling his eyes at yours, “Now you can leave.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Should I complain also?” Levi asked calmly, touching your initial. He moved his eyes away when you saw his little action, and he inhaled deeply in response. “Every second and minute, I could feel your tugs. But do you hear me complaining? Did I have to look for you to lecture me about soulmates?”

“Complain all you want but know that it’s because of you!” You gritted your teeth, nose flaring as Levi sat back down. “You could feel me distressed, because you are distressed! So, tell me how I could avoid that? You go out— outside the Walls, do your job, tug on my end, and you expect me to live my day out normally? I understand the difficulty of your work and I applaud you for everything you are doing. All I am asking is for you to be careful.”

“Can we talk about-,”

“Captain L-!”

A young scout opened the door to his office, and you stood there shocked at the interruption. The young soldier’s eyes flicked back and forth at his eyes and yours— frozen as to what to do. Levi called upon the soldier, their hurried footsteps echoing in the quiet office.

You whipped your head towards the men with one final look and you quietly exited your way. His eyes went up to yours for a split second as you stepped outside— hearing his chair scrape against the floor but it ended there.

It ended there.

Gone was the intimidating base, and you were back on the small ferry to make your way further into the safety of Wall Sina.

Levi couldn’t sleep at all during the night and he wondered if it also kept you awake. He tossed and turned in his bed, creaking in the dark night as he tried to find the best position to shut his eyes for at least a minute. But it was no use— he knows that he wouldn’t be able to sleep and he wants to roll his eyes for even thinking of you. He wanted to sleep because you complained about it— and so he forces him to. But he couldn’t.

He isn’t stupid and he knows that sleep is very important, but it just doesn’t come to him.

It was also quiet at your own end.

It has been a few days before you came to him. He could still remember how heavy and hushed at the same time your footsteps were. He could still remember how you breathed deeply and hard in between your sentences as he listened. He remembered how you looked that day you took your exit. It was as if you were supposed to say something more but your feet has already carried you away.

Levi tried— and successfully pushed the thoughts aside for the time being but he couldn’t stop it from coming back.

The expedition outside is bound for a few hours away and he shouldn’t be thinking of damned soulmates. He’s caught in the middle of celebrating or sulking that he’s found his own. It’s both suffocating and freeing that he now knows he has one— and it wasn’t all hearsay. It does happens, and it just so happened his meeting didn’t go very well and happily.

But Levi is slightly, minutely, thankful for it.

And so when he stood in the battlefield against the titans, all he could hear are your words.

His soulmate’s words and it made him scowl when he didn’t even know your name.

‘Be careful.’

‘On my skin.’

‘My responsibility.’

Levi wonders if he was tugging on your end as he slashed a titan’s nape. The wind blew on his face as he hurriedly check his gas. Everything was working out— and he wasn’t in distress.

“I am careful,” Levi whispered to himself as he killed the last titan. His eyes moved towards his squad and nobody was badly hurt.

Levi walked and placed his blades back. His hand brushed his face and on instinct, went over your initial. “You are on my skin.”

He scanned his comrades, his voice thundering as he ordered them to retreat. Levi looked back at the field for a few seconds, noting that the blood spilled wasn’t his or anybody’s. “You are my responsibility.”

On the way back inside the Wall, Levi wondered if you could still feel him. He tried his hardest to not let you feel him, but he wanted to at least give it try. Soulmates are made for a reason, be it for mainly for company or to grow love— a binding made by the aboves and it is up to the people to go find it or not.

For the longest time, he didn’t want to be involved in it, but what fight does he have when your ink has been on his body ever since? What fight does he have when he felt your tugs over and over again, and it made him realized that he is involved.

Levi thought real hard about it at night, his mind going over his plan, and always in the verge of doing it or not. In the end, he slept as best as he could, tossing and turning, until he set his heart on his decision, hoping that he won’t regret it.

The book that you have been holding— the one that you have been trying so hard to read was all but a jumble of words that makes no sense as you started from the very beginning of the page.

“He ran towards her,” you read aloud to help with the tingles from your finger, as you inhaled sharply when you felt it again. “He ran towards her-,”

“Can you stop,” you begged quietly, whispering to yourself as you closed the book. You placed your head in your hands, breathing slowly to even out the other line, “I am trying to read.”

But it didn’t work— no matter how hard you tried to breathe, inhale and exhale, while you clenched your eyes shut.

“One deep exhale,”

“Two,”

“Three.”

Over, and over again.

Then it stopped.

With a sigh, you picked up your book again, opening to where you have left off and began to read it.

“He ran towards her,” you read aloud again, your mouth silently reading as you focused on the words and sentences and the life the book is giving.

For a few minutes, and a few flips of pages— somebody knocked on your door. One quick rap, and it was gone. You thought it was just the silly kid from next door, betting with his friends of if you would come out— after falling for it multiple times. So, you paid no attention to it.

Then another.

You uncrossed your legs from the sofa, placing the book on your lap as you turned your head to the door. When it didn’t knock again, you crept on your door slowly, turning the knob quietly as you opened the door inch by inch to be met with—.

“I thought you weren’t home.”

His eyes were glued to yours as he cleared his throat, while you stayed stuck on the ground, holding the knob like your life depended on it. He wasn’t wearing his usual uniform as he adorned his body with a more formal look, as he carried his coat, and it took you a few seconds to register it.

“I thought about what you said.”

Levi let out a sigh of relief when you opened the door wider, as you stared at him silently. He curled his hands, finally feeling you back as it tugged on it.

“How did you find me?”

Soulmates.

“I... I’m not really sure. I just knew.” Levi turned slowly, holding on to his hair as he lifted them up, pointing at your red initial just behind his ear, “I figured your name starts with—.”

“That’s right,” you breathed, gulping as you traced your initial on his skin, “That’s my initial.”

He nodded, turning around. When you didn’t speak back up, it left Levi racking his brain whatever possible there is to say. You only stood there, locking the door open with your foot as Levi stood there wondering what else could be missing.

“Levi,” he introduced himself, offering a hand as you looked at it.

When he was about to retract his hand back to save him from his own embarrassment, you quickly took his hand, pulling him gently. Levi almost smiled when you chuckled softly, pointing at the living room behind you as he gently padded inside your home.

“So, Levi,” you closed the door behind him, taking his coat from his hand to hang on the rack. His eyes followed you, his footsteps quiet as you lead the way towards the kitchen. You passed him a mug, pushing the tea tin over him, “Come to lecture me about soulmates?”

[genshin-obsessed]

Toxin Resurrects (f/n)

Hello friends! So this is a TEST Part 2 for You Die. This is me just trying to see if I’ll like this story line as it goes. It’s probably super unprofessional that I posted it without really seeing if I like it, but I always wanna know what you think. It’s like one of those intermission things in movies between the plots! So yeah! I don’t even have tags for this...

(c/n) - Crush’s name (AKA the guy you chose).

“Ok, it’s this one.” Lilith explained with a huff as she approached a grave. Glowing green eyes looked down at the headstone, reading the name over and over. “It would’ve been easier if we took this one with us.”

“Get the casket out.” Lilith rolled her eyes at the command and gestured for Toxin to move back. The woman obeyed and stood behind Lilith, who released a burst of energy. The ground below her shook, tearing a large hole through the ground. The earth had moved apart to reveal a brown casket below. Lilith stretched her arms before turning and looking at Toxin.

“There it is.”

“Get it out.”

“Why me?”

“Because I said so.” Lilith grumbled at Toxin’s words as she walked towards the grave and jumped inside. She muttered some stuff while she lifted the heavy lid and threw it aside, almost gasping at the sight.

“Why are they… still juicy?” Toxin rolled her eyes as she walked closer and looked down into the grave.

“The poison worked… it retained the tissue and blood cells.” You looked as if you were asleep, you still retained your color and hadn’t decomposed at all. Lilith reached out and poked your arm, before her hand slowly slid around the flesh, giving it a soft squeeze.

“They’re cold. Frozen but still… look normal, like they’re alive.” She reached down into the casket and lifted you up, noticing you smelled like (scent). “They smell good too.”

“Ok, ok. Don’t fall in love now.” Lilith rolled her eyes once more before using her abilities to jump out of the grave. She handed Toxin your small form and then looked around and up into the dark sky.

“Can we hurry this up. I don’t like being out here.”

“You’re powerful. What are you scared of?” Toxin squinted, readjusting you in her arms.

“I’m just saying,” Lilith muttered, looking around, “I don't want to be caught and called a grave robber. I have a reputation you know.”

“A reputation? Do tell.” Lilith ignored the insult and reached into the grave, shutting the casket cover. Meanwhile, Toxin looked down at you, glaring a little as she leaned in. Her lips were inches away from yours as green energy seeped out of her mouth and into yours. Slowly, your heart started beating, bringing you back to life. Lilith turned and looked at Toxin, her eyes widening when she saw what was happening.

“DID YOU JUST KISS THEM?!”

“No, you complete, utter moron. I transferred my energy to them. It LOOKED like I was kissing them.” Lilith moved closer and stared down at you as the green energy escaped your lips. Finally, your eyes opened, shining a bright green before returning to their natural (e/c).

“Woah… impressive.”

“You’re awake.” You nodded weakly, looking at both women as Toxin set you down. Your eyes scanned the cemetery before landing on the two women in front of you.

“I… am. Thank you for waking me, master.” You said, with a bow. Lilith laughed a little as Toxin smirked.

“Come now. We’ll be a bit busy for a while. You have to kill your ex boyfriend, after all.” You nodded immediately, looking up at Lilith with no emotion.

“Yes, master. (c/n) will be no match for me.”

[hobiwonder]

Bloom | 01

Genre: Hybrid!Namkook. fluorescence by @jincherie​ AU 

Pairing: foxhybrid!Namjoon x Reader x bunnyhybrid!Jungkook ;(

Warnings: language. mention of hybrid trafficing/being sold into sex trafficing, fluff holy shit, angst, Smut (future), very cuddly and shy jungkook, stuttery shy BOYS. I really just wrote this for me.

Words: 5k+

Summary: In a world where humanity is increasingly motivated by how much cash can be made off of... well anything, you’re a human and hybrid rights lawyer. You will do anything to save the ones that never had a choice  right from the date of their conception. Even if that means, adopting two hybrids that you absolutely did not mean to. 

a/n: hello hello im back from the dead iuhbIUHBUYBGUY okay so, yes this isnt baby baby but i am a bit behind on that so i really hope posting this instead can satiate my sluts for a few more days until i have that done. I have a lot of this written so I will post this on a semi-regular schedule. rest of the schedule i posted will stay the same. it’s just baby baby that’s kicking my BUTT!!!! Lastly, I started writing this before Goo Hara passed away. Opening this document made me a little sad and also happy when i remember Hara and her love for eco-friendly fashion. I guess, this is kind of a tribute to her? anyhow, I hope you guys like it. please please please, validate me. :>)

"Y/n they're going to be sold to this man who works for a black market. What do I do? Oh god. I-I didn't know our company was into that business."

Your best friend is nearing the point of tears and you can understand her frustration. "Listen, Hara, take a deep breath and tell me when exactly this is happening."

A deep breath is taken as you'd suggested, before you hear Hara's voice again through the phone. "Okay... Okay. I was just told by Minseok that there is an auction for the remaining two from the past failed batches. Apparently two others have been adopted and the rest have been pawned off somewhere. I'm not sure. From our division of the company, these two are the ones that have not gone for further testing to be open to the regular public. A-And so now there is a super secret auction happening tonight. It's not open to the regular public as you already know but staff members are able to attend. What do I do y/n? I can't afford them. I have my own to deal with. These poor boys will go to some horrible owner who will use them f-for god knows what."

Now Hara was crying. Openly and brokenly for the possible fate of these 'failed' hybrids that her company had produced. This was a sticky situation and even you, a Human and hybrid rights lawyer, had limited ideas as to what could be done on such a short notice. But you were not about to give up.

"Hara, don't. They will not be bought by some hybrid trafficker okay? I won't let it happen. I will... I will at least try. It's my job, remember?"

Your optimism is convincing enough. And you wholeheartedly believed that something would give. These big corporations had their toes in everywhere and you didn’t yet know if they had already had a designated buyer on the black market they pawned their hybrids off to. Where there was money to be made - no company had morals rigid enough to stop themselves from the temptation. You already lived in an age where human trafficking was no longer a cause for activism or big debates. Not when more species - man made or not - had been created to take advantage of.

“Okay yeah. You’re a badass lawyer, you must have something up your sleeve right?” Her voice is shaky but you confirm with an enthusiastic nod she can’t see.

“Of course! I’ll kick their asses. Surely this can’t be legal? No blackmarket is. Let me have a look at what can be done. I’m assuming you can bring a plus one tonight?”

“Yeah I-I was given a ticket. You’ll be coming with me right?”

“That’s why I asked, silly.” Her relieved chuckle brings a smile to your own lips.

“I’ll see you there. Don’t give up hope until I do, alright?”

“Okay... You’re right.”

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“Fuck this. Fuck my life.” The curses escaped your mouth left and right as you looked over the dozens and dozens of papers splayed out on your oak desk.

Even your comfortable office chair couldn’t stop the knot building up between your shoulder blades. This was bad. Really bad. Corporate law allowed unfit materials to be sold to third parties. What these third parties did with those materials - the company of origin was no longer liable for. In short: These hybrids were going to be bought by someone sketchy with a crystal clear profile and no paper trail unless someone bid higher and bought them.

None of these bastards were rookies. They had solid paperwork where necessary and it would be near impossible to prove their illegal activities when all of them took place on the dark web. A place that opened up more threats and risks than solutions. No legislation covered hybrid rights that weren’t even registered yet. Whoever bought them would have to register them and then the hybrids would be able to receive the minimum protection they had a right to.But you can bet your father’s company that whoever bought them will never register them. Essentially these hybrids will be wiped out from the system.

Fingertips tapping against the wood, each passing minute was precious time lost. it was already 5pm. You had to leave for the dreaded auction in less than an hour and hour and yet here you sat in your chair. Hands itching to do something other than pick up the phone and tell Hara that you were at a loss. What could you do? Who would take them? You didn’t know anyone that was ready to add not one but two hybrids to their household. And ones that were not fully approved to be released. You couldn’t just lie and pawn them off to just anyone. Then you would not be any better than the company trying to get rid of them.

Sighing, you pack up the papers and documents you had initially thought would help. They were of no use anymore. All you could do was go and offer support to Hara. Or Maybe you were going because you still had hope that there would be someone who would save those hybrids. Hope was a dangerous thing for a woman like you but you had it. This was no time to wallow. So you smooth your skirt, touch up your makeup and put on your heels that had men double take.

Maybe you could scare and/or seduce these people in changing their mind?

You laugh at your absurdity, glancing in the mirror one last time before you leave with stacks of files in your hands. You could at least stall them.

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“Y/n! Thank god you’re here.” I’m not so sure about that. Though you opt for a gentle smile and meet her embrace enthusiastically.

You can hear the sniffles coming from Hara who has her head buried in your shoulder. “Hey, no crying okay? No matter what happens.” The comment has her pulling back just as quickly.

“What do you mean? You have a plan for tonight r-right? Y/n..”

How could you do this? Lie to her? This was not fair on her. On anyone really. It wasn’t your fault and neither hers for whatever would happen tonight. She needed to know what to expect. As much as your heart clenched and ached to say the words you were about to; it was important to mentally prepare for the worst.

“Hara... I couldn’t find anything.” Your frown is apologetic. Trying to convey how really truly sorry you were but it doesn’t stop the tears from brewing up in her eyes.

“Oh.. I thought- thought they had a chance y/n.” You reach out for her hand, wanting to alleviate her hurt as soon as possible.

“I will at least try to see who will buy them okay? Don’t worry. We can keep an eye out on who gets them. They will be alive at least, right?” Your attempt at finding a silver lining doesn’t make her look any more reassured than you felt.

Glancing at your watch, you motion towards the building. “Come on. Let’s go before they try and kick us out.”

Hara nods, numbly leading the way towards an auditorium where several people had already taken their seats. You’re not sure how many people you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t... this. There were at best 10 people here. All ten seemingly looked like they knew each other. This could only mean one thing. That this sale was to some degree, arranged. As in, multiple buyers were from the same company posing as separate customers to maximise their chances of acquiring the hybrids.

“Hara, have you seen any of these people before?” Your whisper has her craning her neck to have a good look at all of the men sitting in the front few rows.

“No, I don’t think so.” Her furrowed brows turn to you instead, “Do you recognise any of them?”

Shaking your head, you follow her down the stairs to sit in the row behind the last pair of buyers who were sitting.

“Whoever they are... they don’t look like they are all strangers.” Hara is gripping on to your arm when she hears you, visibly nervous once again. “I’m just speculating, okay?”

Your attempt to ease her, once again, is not enough. But you don’t try again since you don’t even believe your own words. The auctioneer however, stops you from thinking further about the impending events of the night. The man stands in a lab coat, glancing at his watch before he brings his mouth closer to the mic on the dice.

“Let’s begin gentleman... and ladies.” He seems to be surprised to see you and Hara sitting at the back. And before he begins further, he motions someone. Another man approaches the auctioneer and listens carefully as the other whispers. A few seconds later, his eyes fall back to where you sat with your best friend.

Hara’s grasp on your arm tightens once again when the man heads to your general direction. On instinct, your back straightens, posture more solid than before so as to not give anyone the wrong impression that they can mess with you unwarrantedly.

“Excuse me Miss.?”

“Yes?” Your curt reply surprises him but he recovers fast, glancing towards Hara before talking to you again.

“Are you a guest of Ms. Hara?”

“Obviously.” Your unwavering gaze visibly unnerves him. It was obvious to anyone there but you had an idea this was some sort of test.

“May I see your ticket please?” His bogus smile annoys you more than it should. Nonetheless, Hara is fishing out the ticket from her purse and showing the man. He inspects it longer than he should and finally walks back to the auctioneer to let him know you had the right to be here.

“Who would do that if they weren’t running a hoax?” You ask Hara before you can stop yourself.

“Alright. Apologies for the delay. We will now begin. As you are all aware, we are auctioning two of our very elite hybrids from a rare batch. They have not progressed to the next stage of screenings and tests due to some technical difficulties. Thus, we are here to give them a chance at a new home rather than a painful end.” He looks in the audience for effect. Euthanasia is what he meant.

“These hybrids are fully functional however lack a few abilities they were initially designed for. Due to these technical issues deeming them failed to proceed, they are available for purchase at a much lower cost than what they are sold for on the market.” The auctioneer looks so smug the urge to smack his across the face is almost irresistible.

“Right, bring them out Wonho.” Everyone is watching carefully, waiting for the ‘failed’ hybrids and you don’t know what you were expecting.

Not what you see though. Definitely not. Because the two - tall - hybrids entering the stage are not what you expect. Peach and silver tones greet your eyes as well as incredibly sculpted faces.  The peach haired hybrid seems to cling to the silver haired one. The man leading the two hybrids seems to be frustrated with their slow pace, giving the peach haired hybrid a little shove and there is only so much you can do to not yell at the top of your lungs for him to get his hands off of them.

The man sighs, letting the two hybrids to just stand in the middle when the peach haired one does not stand apart from the other hybrid. While the shorter of the two hybrids - and much, much shyer - looks around anxiously at the people in the auditorium, the silver haired one has his features set in stone. His eyes don’t look alarmed, they don’t seem scared. He just looks numb. He stares ahead at the people sitting in front of him while the peach haired boy visibly shakes, breathing fast and eyes flitting across every surface. He takes a step back, hiding part of his body behind his silver haired companion for comfort.

“There you have them. The peach haired specimen is a Oryctolagus cuniculus or - a bunny in more simplistic terms. The silver haired specimen is an arctic fox, Vulpes lagopus. Both hybrids are off a rare species and very sought after on the market. Due to technical issues, once again, unfortunately, we are only able to sell them in a pair. They are useless on their own.”

The candid way the auctioneer speaks of them has your blood boiling. But what gets you more is the laughter that sounds in the auditorium. Did these assholes think they were funny? The hybrids - entirely human or not - were present in the room with them. Did they not have any ounce of respect for them? Hara was not faring any better. Watching with a frown as chatter continued among the buyers. The bunny looked even more disturbed, looking around at every man in the front few rows - before his eyes landed on you.

The gasp that leaves you is abrupt. His pained expression holds your gaze, eyes wide and chest heaving. The bunny jumps when the auctioneer speaks again.

“We will now start the bid at $1000. $1200 anyone?” Several hands go up before the auctioneer raises the price to $1400.

Bald, greasy men exchanging glances and crude remarks as they talk amongst themselves. Your heart is thumping, your blood thinning. With each passing second, your throat seems to be closing up. There was nothing you could do to save them, was there? The further the price went up, the more panicked and distraught the bunny looked, gripping his fox companion harder, hiding behind him even more. The silver haired fox looked much like what you had stopped Hara from looking only this morning. Hopeless. His mouth was set in a thin line - just taking in the scenario in front of him. It was obvious he saw his fate before his very eyes and instead of futilely hoping that someone would save them - he stares his aggressors in the eyes.

“Brilliant! We’re at $3000 for the gentleman in the first row. Anyone for $3500?” The said man looked positively smug, sitting with his legs spread lewdly. Most likely sure that no one would contest that price.

Definitely not you.

“$4000.” Your voice yelling above everyone else is even foreign to your own ears. An outer body experience as you watch yourself look the auctioneer straight in his eyes, daring anyone in the room to go higher up on the price. But most of all, you watch the silver haired hybrid’s gaze waver for the first time - looking at you in such surprise like it was the first time he was noticing you.

“Ah... Anyone for $4500?” Only one other hand goes up. The man that had been the prospective buyer before. His face is ballooning with the amount of blood that’s rushing to it.

“Y/n? What are you doin?!” Hara’s frantic whispering flies over your head as you call out once more.

“$6000. Final offer.” You look at the other men in the seats beneath you, challenging them to dispute your offer.

The atmosphere is tense, thick with the tension brewing inside the auditorium and yet you don’t shy away from the angry glares being shot your way. A minute passes. No more offers.

“Sold to Miss?”

“Y/n.”

“-Miss Y/n. Thank you all for participating.” The loud chatter is instantaneous as the auctioneer motions the other lab rat to, assumably, gather the hybrids and their things.

“Y/N! Oh my god.” Hara has all but engulfed you in a tight hug once more. Shaking you slightly out of your own shock. This was not what you had planned but it was done.

She finally pulls back, checking you over like you were ill. “A-Are you sure about this? Oh god, okay we need to head up to the podium.”

Just like she doesn’t wait for your answer, you had not waited for your own either. You hadn’t even asked yourself the question before you had so blindly bid on the two hybrids. You’d been waiting for someone to save them. Someone to come barging in and take them away from these cruel people. Never in a millenia had you thought that someone might be you.

“Here you are Miss. You can deposit a check right now or eftpos the payment. Up to you.”

Benumbed, you take out your phone to open the phone banking application. When you’ve made sure there are sufficient funds transferred from your savings account, you wave your card in front of the auctioneer wordlessly. From the corner of your eyes, you can feel the two hybrids watching you. You wished they had at least let them wait in some sort of waiting room and not witness the jarring experience of several people bidding over them.

“Excellent! The transaction has been approved and a receipt will be emailed to you if you can fill out this form here.” Glancing at the hybrids standing a few feet away from you, clutching a duffle bag each, you try and put down your details as fast as you can.

They had already looked like they wanted to be as farther away from this place as possible and the feeling was mutual. Hara was beside you the whole time, waiting for any cue from you to provide some sort of support or whatever you needed her to do. And if your tongue worked - you would thank her as you filled out the space on the form asking you of your email address. It was sickening how easy it was for you to just... buy them! Would they not do a security or police check on you? Make sure that these hybrids are going to at least a safe home?

You were aware of the long process of hybrids that were ordered from the company. The company had a thorough process of making sure their clients were reputable and trust-worthy. That they wouldn’t do bodily harm to the hybrids but that was a facade so these companies wouldn’t have to spend money in compensation if a client had abused their hybrid in any way and had not been satisfied with what they had ordered. It was a guise. These people didn’t give two shits if the hybrids were not of expectation and couldn’t make them money.

“Am I done here?” Your tone was curt and the auctioneer could sense it.

The fact that you’d fished out more than enough cash for some ‘failed’ hybrids - he was interested in you as a potential future client. You were aware that hybrids of their breed went for $5000 - maximum. The previous greasy bald man had been close to closing a deal for $3000 until you had butted in. So obviously, they were going to kiss your ass.

“Yes Ma’am. That’s all we needed. The hybrids are good to go. Their bags have their guidebooks with them. Thank you for shopping with us.” his bright smile makes you want to hit him with your designer bag.

But even this leather was too good to be wasted on these assholes. “Y/N? Please look a little more friendly. You’ll scare the bunny away.” Hara is speed walking besides you, trying to convince you to soften your stance when you stop right before the bench they had been sitting on.

“Follow me, boys.” You’re not rude. You don’t sound mean either. But you don’t particularly sound like you wanted them. And as much as that was the truth to some degree, you didn’t not want them.

The silver haired hybrid hesitates - watching you with wide, curious eyes. Not the harsh way his eyes had scanned the room before but not exactly friendly and enthusiastic like the bunny. The bunny that was currently tugging on the silver fox’s sleeve wordlessly. His doe eyes silently ask his friend to follow you. But when his feet stay rooted to the same spot, you can’t help but sigh.

“Is there a problem?” A moment’s silence. Then finally the silver haired boy shakes his head, grasping the bunny’s hand and follows you out of the building.

Hara is gripping your hand, relieved tears in her eyes and you can’t keep looking. Because you couldn’t promise her that you would take good care of them. “Thank you Y/n. You didn’t have to do that but... but you did. You’re a good person and these boys are lucky to have you.”

Her eyes are earnest. You know she means every word and she can sense your inner turmoil at your own ability to take care of them. The boys can’t hear you both talking since they are standing near your car, obediently waiting for you. Taking a look at them huddled in the back seat, you turn back to Hara.

“Thanks Har. I will try my best. They deserve a shot at a normal and secure life. I won’t let you down.”

“And you,” she cups your face, making you look back at her. “You deserve love too. I have seen the bunny hybrid in the lab. He will heal all your wounds too. Please be happy and patient with them, okay?”

You nod, a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes but genuine nonetheless. “I’ll see you later. Love you.”

You just wave her goodbye, standing until her car pulls away. Looking back at the two boys waiting patiently in the car - you take a moment to gather yourself.

“Fuck... fuck. Fuck!” You don’t scream out loud. not really. But anyone walking by would be able to see you were stalling something. That something is going to your car and then going home.

Taking a deep breath, you decide to bite the bullet and face the reality. Getting in the driver’s seat, you look back at the two hybrids watching you from your rearview mirror. Giving them a small smile, you notice the bunny hybrid’s shoulders relax a little.

“Let’s go home.” Your voice is light and airy. Hoping to put them at ease. They were yours now.

You were their saviour.

_____________________________________________________________________________

“Home sweet home.” Letting them pass you, entering the condo, you let them take in their surroundings.

The bunny is still latched on to the taller hybrid’s flannel, hiding behind him when the fox hybrid comes to stand beside a couch. Both of them look at you - as if waiting for you to allow them to sit. The silver haired fox is holding on to the bunny’s hand, watching you with a dour look.

“Go on.” You head motions towards the comfortable three seater couch. “Have a seat. No need to be shy.”

Of course, you want to palm yourself after your remark. Of course they were shy. Well, the bunny mostly. The fox looked to be very suspicious and not exactly friendly. Though you could understand his apprehension. He was about to be sold to some very nefarious people. He seemed to be a bit older than the bunny and had a look of ambiance that only came with experiencing harsh times. Your heart felt for him.

The bunny doesn’t wait too long, sitting on the couch - well plopping is more like it - whereas the fox takes his time, battling with himself if he should or not. When you keep watching him, waiting for him to sit, he thankfully gives in and sits besides his friend.

Once you can tell that they are comfortable - as comfortable as they can be, you ask your first question. “So, what are your names?”

You smile at them gently, letting them know you are their friend. At least hoping that they can conclude that from the fact that you told them about their new home on the car ride over.

The bunny’s eyes are wide, face heating up as if you asked him a rather scandalous question and not just his name. Your heart skips a beat when the lovely blush blossoms across his face that’s hiding in the fox’s shoulder.

“Well? Can you tell me, bun? What’s your name?” Your question being directed to the bunny only makes the blush more visible. You could see his face reddening further in embarrassment and the colour being rather more visible on his neck too.

The smile doesn’t diminish from your face. Not even after seeing the way the fox is almost glaring at you but you were positive that the bunny wasn’t hiding because he was afraid of you.

“J-Jungkook. ‘m J-Jungk-kook” The answer proves to be too much for him to mumble, lips catching his plumper bottom lip as he peeks at you through one eye that isn’t hidden in the fox’s shoulder.

“Jungkook. That’s a lovely name, bun.” Your smile widens when you see the corners of his mouth stirring up a little at your compliment.

Your heart was so full. Never did you think you would feel these dizzying emotions at a pretty boy merely muttering his name. His name. If this was your reaction at finding out one of their names, you were not going to survive getting to know them before you went full mother-hen mode on anyone that tried to harm them.

“What about you, hm?” Your smile is a lingering effect of just looking at Jungkook’s adorable blushing face and you don’t let it falter even if the fox hybrid is visibly more aloof.

‘Be patient with them y/n.’ You remind yourself of Hara’s words over and over.

“Namjoon.” The smile halts briefly at the deep timbre of his tone. You had not been expecting him to sound like molten chocolate and sweeter than honey. You realise you wanted to hear him more. Hear him speak about mundane topics over and over because that’s how good he sounded to you.

“Namjoon.” the name rolls off your tongue smoothly, just like his voice. You’re still watching his face, waiting for any sort of reaction even if it’s not as endearing as Jungkook’s. Just something. But his face remains passive. A slight twitch of his lips but that’s it. The pessimistic part of your brain convinces you that it could have been a frown and not a smile that he’s fought away.

But you needed to remain positive.

“T-That’s… a very nice name too.” He doesn’t look convinced at your reply though. Namjoon continues to watch you and now you’re the one blushing from the heat of his stare.

Jungkook is watching Namjoon just as cautiously as you. Like he expected him to be like that. Austere and unwilling to be forthcoming with information about himself. Telling yourself that he’ll adjust with time, you opt for a smile that’s sent Jungkook’s way - making the bunny hide behind Namjoon again. Almost like when a child is cautious and shys away from a stranger they meet. That’s what it was.  A childlike innocence to Jungkook which awoke every instinct in you to protect him. Maybe that’s why his eyes had convinced you that you needed to take them home with you.

“Okay boys. I’ll show you to your rooms.” Furrowing your brows at the way Jungkook clutches Namjoon harder with panicked eyes, you turn around to look at them again.

“You don’t need to stay in separate rooms if you don’t want to, okay?” Namjoon regards you with a look before nodding - eyes cast down once again.

“Good. You both are very quiet but that’s okay - I can talk enough for the three of us.” The wink that you send Jungkook’s way only has him sputtering with embarrassment as the lovely rose tints his full round cheeks.

“But you do have to tell me when you are not okay with something, alright? I can’t read your pretty little heads.” As you say the last few words, your hand reaches out to shuffle the bunny’s peach hair.

What you don’t expect, is him flinching away so violently that even you are startled, taking a step back. Jungkook is hiding behind Namjoon completely now, shaking and you want to reach out. Say sorry and take it all back.

“I’m… I’m so sorry. I didn’t-”

“Hey, kook, it’s alright. It’s okay.” Namjoon’s voice reverberates through the quiet hallway, soothing the bunny’s shaking frame, whispering gentle assurances and you’re about to choke up.

What happened to him? Who did this to him. For him to be this scared. Watching Namjoon hug the shaking bunny tightly, sniffling away in his chest, only makes you feel more guilty at your brash treatment. Were you coming on too strong? God you were so out of your depth.

“I didn’t mean to scare you Jungkook. Honey..” You’re trying your best to reach out to him but the way Namjoon stands between you and him like a wall - it’s obvious he was waiting for something like this to happen. He was cautious of you and now his beliefs have been reinforced to not trust you or whatever nonsense he’s thinking.

You couldn’t blame him though. You really couldn’t.

“Please be careful, miss. He’s not a toy.” Namjoon’s voice trembles. Just the way - you now notice - his bottom lip does. He’s holding back tears and you really don’t know what to do. Except try your best to take their pain away.

“I’m.. I’m really sorry Namjoon. I didn’t mean to upset him.” You open the door to the room quickly, making sure there are blankets and pillows on the bed before coming out to tell them.

“Take him inside Namjoon. I’ll… I’ll leave you two alone, for now. Let me know if you need anything?” Namjoon merely nods, not being able to look you in the eyes but the bite of his lip tells you he’s trying to hold it together.

Jungkook’s hiccups catch your attention and you pull yourself out of your self-pity session. Only wanting to make sure that both of the hybrids are comfortable and just not feeling the way they are right now. Gesturing your head forward again, you nod at Namjoon when he looks at you one last time before heading into the room. The bunny holds onto Namjoon tightly, letting him walk into the room and when they are fully in - you close the door behind them. Giving them their privacy and also because you had a feeling they needed to be by themselves to really understand their current situation. That you were their new owner and this was their home.

A permanent home.

[3pirouette]

Fic: Great Rivals (1/1)

Title: Great Rivals

By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette

Spoilers: Full MCU, very specifically Black Widow

Disclaimer: They're not mine.

Distribution: AO3 Anyone else please ask first :)

Story Summary: “So, I have the nuclear code. But, there he is: Captain America! Finally, the Red Guardian’s time has come! I grab hold of his shield, and face to face, it’s a test of strength. […] This shield, you know, that he carries with him like a precious baby blanket, you know? I use it to my advantage. I take it and I push him out the window. I make my escape.”

“What year was this?”

“I don’t know. Like ’83. ’84.”

“Captain America was still frozen in ice then.”

“Are you calling me a liar, Ursa, huh?” – Black Widow, 2021

Humor. Steggy. Set, oh, I don’t know. Like ’83. ’84.

Steggy Week Day 4: Favorite Headcanon

A/N: This is it. This is my new favorite headcanon that this really, actually happened and you can’t convince me otherwise. Spoilers for Back Widow. If you haven’t seen it, RUN. I will wait. I am absolutely in love with Bumbling-idiot-family-man Red Guardian. Also, based on canon and my understanding of the time travel rules (I’m going by Outlander/Doctor Who rules and until they state otherwise, you can’t stop me), this is 100% possible in the current MCU timeline, even WITHOUT the multiverse.

I started writing this pretty much right after watching Black Widow, then decided to use it for Steggy Week 21, Day 4: Favorite Headcanon.

Also, YES, Peggy and Steve would be quite a bit older when this happens. As in their 60’s. But I see no reason why a super-soldier Steve wouldn’t be able to pull this off with no problem. Plus, since we have no confirmation of when they have their children, I’m going with they have teenage/college age kids at this time. Timeline is just SUPER vague, so fill in your own head canon.

~*~

Steve stopped what he was doing, wiping his hands on the dishtowel before picking up the phone. “Hello?”

Her sigh through the phone line was not a good prospect. “Darling? Are you busy?”

“Just working on dinner,” her replied carefully, moving back to the roast and the rub he was trying to get to stick to the outside of the uncooked meat. “Why?”

“I’m afraid I’ve a large favor to ask.” The phone line garbled for a moment and he could hear her yelling across the room. “No, I said three tac teams, and keep their distance!”

Steve put down the seasonings and stepped back from the roast, cradling the handset between his ear and his shoulder. “The kids will be home soon, and I’ve got a roast on the counter. My time is limited, Peg.”

“Mr. Jarvis is on the way over,” she mumbled, the sounds of her shuffling papers on her desk clear. “I’m sure he can very well handle both those things.”

Steve washed his hands, intrigued. “And what, exactly, is it that you need me to handle?”

Her laugh was mirthless. “A very large, very angry idiot.” Her sigh was softer. “I’m afraid you’ll miss family dinner, but it’s wheels up in twenty at the base. And bring the shield.”

Steve looked toward the basement where he hid it. “The shield? The one Howard made me as a joke?”

“Yes. The shield.”

~*~

His briefing in the jet was marginally useful, at best. The man was known as The Red Guardian, a super soldier of unknown origin, working for the KGB. He wasn’t usually considered a serious threat, and even though he could be extremely dangerous, was often easily outwitted.

Peggy and SHIELD had managed to figure out that they often trotted him out as a decoy. Large, boastful, and loud, he attracted attention wherever he went, and caused enough damage to keep authorities busy. He wasn’t a tactical soldier, but that didn’t mean he was easily deterred.

Steve landed in California and was brought to the swanky hotel by SHIELD Agents who filled him in on the latest. “He’s on the tenth floor, in the suite.” The young man said as they pulled up to the scene. “The president and his team are safe, but I’m afraid the Guardian has one of their briefcases. We’re still trying to verify the contents.”

Steve stepped out of the truck and moved to the back, gearing up and filling the belt and pockets of his black tactical suit. Most people didn’t know he was alive, and even though he was showing up with a red, white, and blue shield strapped to his back, he and Peggy had decided the suit shouldn’t ever make a comeback while he was still frozen. “What could be in there?” he asked as he put an earpiece in.

The young agent shrugged, clearly frustrated himself. “Could be President Reagan’s menus for the next three days, could be the round of bills he was set to talk about at the capitol tomorrow, or…”

Steve didn’t like the way the young man paused. “Or?”

The man tried not to look nervous as he said it. “It could be the nuclear codes.”

Steve didn’t waste another second as he pushed forward, knowing what could possibly be on the line. The political climate with the Soviets was tense, and both sides seemed to have their hands hovering over those figurative buttons, ready to start the end of the world at any second.

The agents and police parted like the red sea around them, and Steve swiftly made his way into the building and up the stairs as quietly as he could. He did odd jobs for SHIELD here and there, anytime they need a little extra muscle or the job was particularly dangerous, he stepped in.

He hated missing Family Dinner night, though.

He slipped onto the tenth floor and heard the man’s bellows from down the hall. He was laughing, telling some sort of joke to the SHIELD agents that had him cornered.

The man had a suit of bright red and white, similar to the one he once wore in that it called to those around him, brought attention, and tried to be a symbol. The Guardian swung the briefcase in his hand, causing the agents to back up a step.

“Now, why don’t you just let me leave and we can all have nice day, hum?” The Guardian asked, teasing the men as he moved more and more aggressively.

“Why don’t you pick on someone who can handle you?” Steve asked loudly, stepping into the room, shield drawn and at his side.

The Guardian turned, a smile widening across his face. “Captain America,” he growled, his excitement growing. “Captain America!” he bellowed, as if triumphant, while pumping his fists in the air, one still holding the briefcase.

“I’ll be needing that briefcase,” Steve said, loud and serious.

The Guardian laughed, smiling as he sauntered closer to the man. “My great rival, finally here to challenge me!” He sighed as if his greatest wish had come true. “The time has truly come.”

Steve wasn’t exactly sure what this man had heard, or why he seemed to know that Steve was Captain America so far removed from the War- SHIELD had worked desperately to keep his existence under wraps and to keep the figure of Captain America out of the public eye as much as they could. Steve couldn’t quite figure out why he seemed so excited.

The Guardian did a little skip jump in place, almost a two-step as he got closer and closer. “I have come to steal your nuclear codes. The time has come for the Soviet Union to rise!”

The man paused, almost unnaturally still, and then without warning charged at Steve. Steve held his ground, the man running into him and his shield with fantastic speed and strength, pushing them both back until Steve felt his back connect with then push through the plaster of the wall behind him. Steve pushed back, launching The Guardian off of him with his shield and pulling himself out of the wall. He saw the briefcase skid to a halt to their side, but turned his attention back to the problem before him.

The fight that ensued was sloppy, but serious. The man had no technique, which set Steve back on his heels. He wasn’t ever sure where the next punch or kick would come from, because the Guardian wasn’t skilled and the motions didn’t make sense. He managed a few good hits, including one that Steve was sure had broken bones in his ribs when The Guardian ducked, spun, and managed to catch Steve in his side.

But Steve was still a scrappy kid from Brooklyn that learned quick, and he found that The Guardian relied far too much on his size and bulk, and was not used to fighting someone who wasn’t incapacitated after a few hits. Steve started ducking his blows, his smaller body moving faster and the shield helping him to block as he finally started to understand the way the man threw his weight around.

The Guardian let out a frustrated bellow as another punch missed, but was quickly silenced by a well-timed punch by Steve across his jaw.

The Red Guardian paused, stepping back, and smiled as he ran his hand over his jaw. “We are matched!” he growled out, slow and dark. “No man is match for my power, my strength, but you!” He laughed again, this time his eyes narrowing with calculation. “You are truly the only adversary to give me challenge.”

The Guardian charged again, and Steve stepped out of the way, but the Guardian swung his arm out and picked Steve up, spinning him and slamming him hard to the ground. Steve rolled and lifted his shield, just in time to block a punch from the Guardian. The man yelled in pain, the vibranium absorbing the power and his knuckles cracking hard against the metal.

Steve swung his legs around and swept the Guardian’s feet out from under him, setting the man on his back. Steve jumped back up, intending to punch him, when he saw the man reach out and pull the briefcase back into his hands. He rolled and jumped up, a few feet away now.

“No, no, no!” He teased, swinging the briefcase at Steve. “I have the codes.”

“He doesn’t have the codes, sir.” Came the fuzzy voice in his ear.

“What?” Steve asked, straightening up and pressing his hand to his earpiece to set it deeper and get a better sound.

“He doesn’t have the codes, Sir,” the agent in his ear repeated. “He has President Regan’s food and housing preferences. Nuclear codes are still secure.”

The Red Guardian, however, hadn’t noticed Steve wasn’t talking to him. “I have the codes,” he teased, swinging the briefcase back and forth, “And your forces will be no match for the wave of blood that will take over your land when we are victorious!”

“What about…” Steve didn’t get to finish the question, one eye on The Guardian’s boastful dance that was supposed to be taunting and one ear on the voice of the agent.

“SHIELD headquarters just radioed in, reported that the Soviet Union’s actual attempt on the Able Archer files was unsuccessful. Director Carter says, and I quote, to let him go and please get home for dinner.”

“Copy that,” Steve replied. He stood tall and let his shield drop, lifting his head in challenge to the other man. “Let’s get this moving along, Guardian. I’ve got a roast in the oven.”

“A roast—” The Guardian looked confused at first, then he started laughing, great big guffaws that almost doubled him over. “Funny man. And Apple Pie for dessert, hum?”

Steve eyed the corner of the room where the Shield Agents were still standing and tipped his head towards the exit. The leader questions him silently, but Steve signaled again and he watched as they left.

The Guardian didn’t miss a beat, even through his laughs. “Ahhh, yes. You clear the field. Now is time for real fighting.”

Steve braced again as the man ran at him full speed, letting the shield take the brunt of the impact and then turning swiftly, locking an arm around the man’s neck. Steve hoped to choke him enough to get him to pass out, then make a quick getaway. The Guardian, however, was not a slight man, and finding the right spot to put pressure on as he flailed under him was proving more difficult than Steve thought.

Steve managed a sharp knee in the Guardian’s kidney, dropping him to his knees, and just when he thought he hand him, The Guardian managed to flip him over his head.

They both stood, taking a deep breath. The Guardian stepped closer, laughing, and grabbed hold of Steve’s shield with two hands like it was a steering wheel. “A test of strength, yes?”

The man started pushing, and initially Steve pushed back, causing an impasse where they were simply straining against one another, but then Steve managed to get a glimpse behind him to the wall of windows the man was pushing him towards.

He’d seen what was under those windows.

It wasn’t great, but it would do.

Slowly, he let up the pressure he was exerting on the Guardian, the man smiling triumphantly as Steve started sliding back. Steve called up every ounce of acting talent he had, from the USO show to pretending he couldn’t lift Mjölnir, to every time he’d had to make up an excuse to his children about why Peggy was missing Family Dinner night, and scrunched up his face like he was pushing as hard as he could.

“What?” The Guardian asked, “You cannot best me in just strength?” He chuckled. “I am bigger, and I am stronger, Captain America!”

Steve couldn’t believe those stupid radio plays were going to come in handy, but having been forced to listen to them by Peggy, the cheesy line that popped into his head was too good to not use. “You may be stronger than me, but you’ll never love your country more than I love America, Red Guardian! Truth, Justice, and the American way!”

Steve remembered, just a moment after that, when he was falling out of the ten-story window, that the last part hadn’t been the Captain America Adventure Hour, but rather from the Superman comics. He didn’t think the oaf would notice.

He spun and twisted, putting the shield under him just in time to make contact with the solid concrete of the courtyard. He rolled slowly, the wind knocked out of him, and made it to his hands and knees.

He looked up, just in time to see Red Guardian triumphantly waving his briefcase full of lunch menus before disappearing into the hotel.

He slowly pushed himself up off the pavement, standing tall and feeling the sharp pains of broken bones and a battered body. He was met by the SHIELD Team, who seemed astounded he was alive after that fall.

“Sir, are you- should I call an ambulance?”

“I’m fine,” Steve replied, moving carefully back towards the base of operations. “Just get me on a plane home.”

“The Director…” the agent mumbled, nervous. “She said to let him go?”

“He thinks he has what he wanted. He shouldn’t bother you again.” Steve winced and shifted, biting his lip as he felt a rib pop back into place. “I’d like to get back to the plane as quickly as possible, please.”

“Yes, sir.”

~*~

Peggy heard the bike’s motor cut out and met him at the back door. He was tired, but smiled and met her lips with his, anyway. “Sorry you had to miss dinner.”

“No, you were right.” He stepped into the kitchen, setting the shield by the door and sitting to take his boots off. He moved slowly, gingerly. “He was a very large, very angry idiot.” Steve leaned back, tossing his boots to the floor. He closed his eyes and sighed. “That’s not as easy as it once was, you know.”

“I know, my love.” Peggy smoothed his hair and dropped a kiss on his head as his eyes fluttered shut. “Did you sleep on the transport?”

“No, couldn’t.” He sat up, cleared his throat, and started pulling apart the zips and snaps to his tac uniform. “The kids asleep?”

Peggy set her mug down and helped him shrug out of the long-sleeved top. “Hours ago. It’s nearly two in the morning, you know.”

“Didn’t realize it was so late. Came right home. Why aren’t you asleep?” He asked, glancing over at the clock that was ticking away the middle of the night.

She let her hands rub over his shoulders. “Couldn’t. Kept wondering what that brute had done to you and Howard won’t let me back on base until tomorrow.”

Steve shook his head. “How does he even know I’m alive, anyway?”

Peggy laughed, moving over to the sink and pouring him a large glass of water. “Quite the opposite, really. I’m told no one can convince him you’re supposed to be dead.” She brought it over and watched as he drank the whole thing down in greedy gulps, little rivulets falling over his chin. “He seems to think you are great rivals or some such, and if he isn’t the one to kill you, then you can’t be dead.”

Steve held out the glass and Peggy quickly refilled it, watching as he took slower sips this time. Steve finally took a pause to take a breath. “But he wasn’t… he wasn’t even…”

Peggy laughed and sat across from him, sipping her own tea and wrapping her robe tight around her. “I know. It’s why I stand beside my assessment of him as an idiot.” She hummed happily. “How did you fare?”

“Fell out a ten-story window. Haven’t done that in a while.” He winced and shifted his ribs. “Maybe a cracked rib or two, but nothing that won’t be healed by morning.”

“Good thing Howard was lying when he said that first shield was all the vibranium he had.” Steve nodded and they were quiet for a moment, still gulping away at the water like he was dry as a desert. Worry fell over her face, but she knew better than to coddle him. “I do think he’ll continue to be a problem.”

Steve winced again and rolled his shoulder in the socket. “They’re using him as a distraction. If they think it works, he’ll be back. How’d the tac team fair?”

“They stopped the data breach before it could happen, but we lost half a data storage facility to fire and two agents were wounded.” She smiled at him, switching gears. “Are you hungry?”

He rolled his neck and smiled. “Starved, but I can fix something.” He reached out and put a hand over hers. “Go to bed.”

“No,” She took his hand and kissed his knuckles, a smile on her face. “No, it’s already warming in the oven. I had the tower call down when you landed so it could be ready.”

“Peg…” He was somewhat chiding, but smiled when she pulled the dish out and set it in front of him. “You didn’t have to.”

“And you don’t have to come out of retirement to save the world, and my ass, on a fairly regular basis, but you manage it and I’m very grateful.” She kissed the crown of his head once more before settling back in front of her tea. “I can manage to wait up for my husband and make sure he gets dinner.”

“Were the kids disappointed?” He asked, putting an impossibly large spoonful of mashed potatoes in his mouth.

“No, not terribly,” she smiled softly. “Though I do think they were a bit amused that it was you and not me that missed family dinner night for a change.”

They were quiet as Steve made his way around the plate, finally cutting into the slices of roast. He moaned as he chewed. “I might be really tired, but this is just amazing. That new rub I found…” He stopped when he saw Peggy grimace. “What?”

“Mr. Jarvis threw yours out and started from scratch.” She tried to be delicate, but Steve frowned anyway. “I believe the words he used were ‘abomination’ and “disgrace,’ respectively.”

Steve chewed thoughtfully. “Well, it’s good, and I can try that—"

Peggy set her hand on his wrist, dead serious. “Cinnamon has no place on a roast, Steve.”

“It’s supposed to bring out the—”

“I will divorce you.” Her deadpan delivery slowly melted into a smile for both of them. “Please stop experimenting.”

He shrugged, knowing it was a losing game. “Do you think if we keep telling Jarvis that I’m trying to cook, he’ll make us more like this?”

“I believe if we tell Mr. Jarvis you’re still experimenting in the kitchen, he and Ana will take the children and run.”

Steve finished what was on his plate and smiled. “We haven’t had a vacation just the two of us in a while, wouldn’t be the worst thing…”

Peggy laughed and gave him a gentle smack across the shoulder as she took his plate from him and set it in the sink. “While I agree we should be planning a getaway, I would very much like to keep my children.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Steve teased, stepping up behind her as she washed the dish. He wrapped his arms around her and let his head rest on her shoulder. “I do kinda like them.”

Peggy tuned off the tap and set the dish to dry. “Yes, agreed. We shall keep them.” She turned in his arms and kissed him gently. “Now hit the showers, soldier. You’re quite filthy and I will not have you in my bed like this.” She pushed him away and turned him towards the stairs. “And this time I’ll thank you to not put the filthy tactical gear in the same dirty linen basket as my good blouses. A garbage bag will do very nicely.”

“Yes ma’am.” He saluted over his shoulder to her, smiling as he marched up the stairs.

She locked the door and shut the kitchen light. She hadn’t wanted to pull the shield out of retirement, but something about the way it sat, glinting in the moonlight in her kitchen, gave her a warm feeling.

[20moonchild21]

Gif by @hoseokb

ꨄ•๛Gentleman [Hyung line]

Pairing: BTS x female!oc

Warnings: mild swearing

Words: 1400+

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๛匕нє σиє ωнєяє тнє вσχѕ нανє gσσ∂ мαииєяѕ∙ꨄ

♕

J̸in

Jin took a deep breath. The fresh air flooded through his body, and it felt so good. During the lockdown their balcony was the only place where he could be 'outside', but still this felt different.

It took him a while to convince his manager to actually let him go alone to the grocery story, but somehow he did it. Beside the bodyguard that walked next to him he even was almost alone. Bur he didn't mind.

As the two of them finally reached the store, Jin pulled his hat further down his face and his mask further up right under his eyes. Lucky for him, all the people had to wear those Marks now so he wouldn't stand out anymore.

"I will wait outside." His bodyguard said to him.

Jin went over to grab a shopping card and went inside the store. Slowly and step by step he went through the small list Namjoon had wrote for him this morning.

"Milk, sugar and ehhmm...." He looked over the shelves. "Ah, there they are. Noodles."

After 45 minutes he finally put the last package of flour into the shopping cart and made his way over to the checkouts. Lucky for him again, this day there weren't much people in the super marked so he wouldn't have to wait long.

"Uuurrrg...." A noise met his ear and confused he turned around to find the source, but he saw no one. As he was about to start walking he heard it again. "Coooommmeeee ooooonnnn...urrrrrg!"

Slowly, he made his way over to the passage the noises came from and what he saw made him chuckle inside.

In front of him stood a small, blonde haired girl. She stood on her tiptoes, in front of the noodle shelf, and was reaching for the last package of spaghetti which was located on the top of the shelf. Obviously, too high for her to reach because her fingers didn't even were close to the hight of the noodles.

Still chuckling, he walked up behind the small girl and easily reached for the noodles. As he passt it towards her, she smile shyly.

"Thank you. They should put some stools next to the shelves. For the small people." She joked softly and took it out from his hands.

"You're welcome." He said and smiled, too. "If you need some more help, I Am here."

"Actually, the rice was put up pretty high, too." She shyly mumbled.

y̸̸̸oongi

The award show had been successful for the boys and their management. So 3 awards, a long speech and a afterparty later, the boys found themselves in their dressing room. All of them empty of energy and tired.

"Oh man." Jimin groaned as he stretched out his legs. "I just want to sleep. Those afterparties are stressing me out."

The boys were waiting in their dressing room for the rest of their management that had accompanied them the whole evening. Those included their social media manager, bodyguards, fashion designers, some stylists, their manager and his two assistants.

"Alright, guys come one." Their manager stepped into the room and motioned for them to stand up. "Last challenge of the day: Make it out alive. Let's move!"

Together, the group made their way through the hallways and outside of the big studio the award show had took place in. Outside of the big foyer, a very large stair was leading down towards the waiting cars.

Yoongi was on of the last of the group to step through the giant doors outside. The fresh night air hit his face. It was cold but not too cold. He started walking again and as he was about to walk down the steps of the stairs, he suddenly heard a small curse behind him. Looking around he saw one of the assistant of his manager.

The small girl was wearing a beautiful gown that reached the floor and decent make up. When she stood on top of the steps, she lifted the hem of her dress and began to carefully walk down those steep stairs. Yoongi saw her struggling to keep her dress up and not fall over that heels at the same time.

Immediately, he turned around and held out his arm for the girl to hold on. Unsure what to do, she first looked at his outstretched arm and then at his face, before she carefully wrapped her right arm around his left one.

"Thank you." She shyly said while the duo made their way down the steps.

Yoongi, the man with few words, didn't made a scene out of it. He simply smiled and nodded politely.

(I laughed so hard when I found this picture)

h̸oseok

It was the time of the year the company held their yearly group dinner which basically means that that whole stuff crew came together for lunch or dinner.

The boys were all wearing their suits and currently waiting in front of the restaurant for their interpreter to show up.

Yes, for this dinner the boys needed an interpreter because many of the cooperation partners that would join them this evening were foreigners.

"Urrg!" Yoongi groaned while he tapped his feet nervously on the ground. "I hate those dinners. Honestly, why do they need us there? They are just talking about business stuff."

"Because you are the face of BigHit, Yoongs." The small girl, their interpreter, said and laughed at the boys eyes rolling.

She wore a beautiful dress that reached her knees, along with some heals und decent make up.

A few minutes later, the group found themselves inside the restaurant that was completely reserved for this company dinner.

"Okay, guys." Their manager had came up to them. "Your table is over there. I want you too behave and show your best side. We need these cooperations. No noodle slurping contest, no fries in the nose and I don't want you to test who can put the most chicken nuggets in his mouth. I am serious! Grace, you watch them, right?"

The girl nodded but even she couldn't hide her smile at those memories. After all, she had been with the boys from the beginning.

When the eighth of the reached their table, Hoseok suddenly made a big step next to her, reached for her chair and pulled it back gesturing for the girl to sit down. Surprised by this gesture, she blushed  a little bit but smile.

"How obliging of you." She said quietly while he sat down next to her. "Thank you, Hobi."

n̸amjoon

Heavy rain drops fell down on earth and Namjoon. Jin had told him this morning to be back by 1 o'clock or else the rain would catch him, which is exactly what was happening right now.

Lucky him, the reception woman at the BigHit building had something like a spare umbrella for him to use. He had pulled the collar of his coat tighter around his neck, before he opened the umbrella.

He walked faster through the street of Seoul and with every step you could hear the squishy sound of his heavy shoes hitting the wet ground. As he was halfway home, the tall boy noticed something in the corner of his eyes.

Waiting at a traffic light was a girl. She was way shorter than him, but that wasn't the only thing that caught his attention immediately.

The small girl had wrapped her arms tightly around the thin coat she wore while her blonde hair (he assumed she had blond hair but because it was soaked by the rain it looked much darker) sticked to her head and face.

Namjoon chuckled a little bit to himself: It seems like he wasn't the only one that got surprised by this weather.

Without thinking much, we walked closer to the girl and when he was close enough he reached out his arm to hold his umbrella over he body.

For a short moment the girl looked confused at the stranger that just had showed up next to her, but when she realized what he was doing, Namjoon could see a small shade of red spreading over her cheeks.

"You looked like you needed it, too." He smiled friendly down at her, while taking a step closer so he could stand under the piece of fabric, too. Though, he always paid attention to not step too close toward the stranger girl.

"Thank you." She politely said back and bowed her head a little bit.

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Hello!

I had so much fun writing this!

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Having any recommendations, requests or anything else? Please don't hesitate to write me!

Stay healthy and safe

~ M.

[sleepylixie]

Cupid’s Arrow-1

Boxer! Lee Know x fem! Reader

2k words, Romance, College AU(Imperium Universe-4) 

Songs: Tiger Inside- Super M

A/N : Y’all heard right. Part-1. Tumblr deleted the draft i was working on here, leaving me only with the first half of the fic that I wrote on Docs. I'm so sorry for the delay @delicatewerewolfsoul I'll make sure to get that posted asap 🥺💕 This fic can be read individually, of course. :) Do let me know what y’all think about this story!! ONTO THE FIC. - Elliana

Imperium Universe: Jisung || Seungmin ||Lee Know || Chan

“Who the everloving heck are you?!” You yell, hands banging roughly against the surface of the table. Assorted shushes and glares were instantly directed towards you, the closest being the admonishing stare of Mark Lee, your best friend.

“You do realize we are in a library?” He hissed, a mess of dark brown hair swinging over his brow as he shook his head at you. You rolled your eyes at him, only turning your attention back to the source of your annoyance- your laptop screen.

“This is the 13th ask I’ve received about the same M in this semester.” You retorted, albeit quieter than your initial outburst. Mark’s brows furrowed, lips pouting in a frown as he absentmindedly turned over a page of his book. “How do you even know it’s the same M? It could very well be one person sending the same ask 13 times.”

“You were the genius who put together the one-ask per account rule in the first place!” You threw your arms up in exasperation, the volume control still proving to be a bit of a struggle. “Besides, they’re all worded really differently, look-” You turned your laptop to face Mark, who leaned forward to scan the words on your screen.

A sleek red website sat open in an incognito tab, punctuated with assorted dove-grey boxes full of questions and curiosities, the sidebar flashing a pretty name- Lovelorn Secretkeeper(LLS). Your best friend chuckled as he read the questions on the site. “People have it bad for this dude.”

“I know! They even say the exact same thing, that he’s too out of their league to even try, but he’s too handsome and talented,” punctuating handsome and talented with exaggerated hand movements, “to not try- What do they expect me to tell them!?”

As cliche as it sounded, Lovelorn Secretkeeper was your university’s anonymous love-guru and wine aunt, meting out advice about crushes and heartbreak solutions like over-the-counter pills. People caught wind of it days after the website mysteriously popped up on the informal forums, impossible to trace altogether. Tens of questions poured in by the day, all questions from lovelorn souls asking for the help of the elusive apparition running the site.

If only Everlark University knew that LLS was run by not one, but two apparitions- both of whom were currently puzzling over the identity of a certain M who had turned up on their list of secrets once too often.

“How difficult do you think it would be to find out who M is?” Mark mused, pushing the laptop back towards you. “I mean, you know he’s a dancer and he’s handsome, so why don’t you, I don’t know,” a nonchalant shrug moving his shoulders, “ask the girls you know, I guess? I’m sure word gets around fast if he’s as hot as these questions scream he is.”

The cogs in your head began to turn, albeit rather unwillingly. You weren’t the most social person despite being aware of status quos your university’s student functioned on- was this Dora-the-explorer-esque expedition to find the elusive M absolutely necessary?

No, it wasn’t, you realized, but your own curiosity wouldn’t be satisfied until you found out who it was that had managed to enamour these many people all while looking evidently unavailable.

“Yeah, I’ll probably do that.”

//

“Hey! Y/N, Right?” A pretty girl sidled up to you on the other side of the bar, her fingers slightly awkward around the glass she was cleaning. New to the trade, you thought belatedly as you smiled politely and nodded at her.

Imperium Bar was just beginning to fill up with students and teacher’s assistants, ready to celebrate the end of yet another week with some cheap alcohol and good times. It was barely halfway through the semester but people inevitably ended up drowning in work- such was the life of a normal student in university, always busy and bustling with full checklists-

“You’re looking for Minho, I heard.” she grinned setting down one glass and picking up the other.

“Yes, I am.” You responded lightly, your eyes still grazing over the slowly filling booths and tables from the corner of the counter you were sitting at.

“He is pretty handsome, really good in the ring. You have a good eye.”

By ring, you could only assume that the new bartender of Imperium meant the stage. You’d spent the past week asking around for a possibly new admit to Everlark who happened to be a dancer and unattainably handsome. To your surprise, your search was cut short in the matter of days when Yeji, a junior in your class pointed you to Lee Felix from her class who knew a Lee Minho. Lee Minho, a transfer student from Everlark’s sister university on the other side of the city, with an express acceptance into the dance club Felix was a part of.

“You’ll find him in Imperium on Fridays,” Felix had the sweetest disposition, a warm smile on his face as he divulged information about his seemingly old friend with great ease. “You should drop by if you want to see him!”

Your better judgement yelled at you to forget the chase- you knew his full name, it was just the matter of a social media stalk before you found out what you needed to know for your 13( now 16) askers. However, you found yourself pulling on a dark hoodie and slipping into the bar on Friday evening, shivering slightly from the cool breeze. You were just curious, you were sure. Just curious.

“Felix! Over here!” The bartender raised an arm in greeting to somebody behind you and moments later, Felix’s dark mane of hair made its way into your line of sight. His eyes were slight crescents on his face as he smiled, the sunny amiability prompting a smile to creep over your face as well.

“Hello, Felix.”

“Sorry for making you wait!” Felix pulled you into a quick hug, before cocking his head towards the back of the bar. “Let’s go, he’s already down there.”

An eyebrow raised in curiosity, you dragged your eyes between Felix and the bartender as you hopped off the stool. “Down...where?”

Felix’s eyes widened, the bartender letting out a gasp of surprise. “Uh…” Your new friend’s voice trailed off in uncertainty, wide and beseeching eyes immediately darting towards the bartender for help. “Oops.”

“Your access should really be revoked, you troublemaking gremlin.” The bartender accused, tossing her dishcloth at him and reaching over to smack him across the head before turning to you.

“There’s been a misunderstanding, Y/N. Junior moron here-” waving indistinctly in Felix’s direction, “is talking about the cellars. Minho works part time here, so he’s usually getting into the stocks in the cellar downstairs. Felix forgot about the rule stating that patrons can’t-”

“At least try to lie convincingly.” You cut through her tirade, a choked laugh from Felix punctuating her surprised silence. Possibly not the most polite thing to say, in hindsight, but her attempts to cover up whatever was going on in the cellar was just getting difficult to hear. You smiled quietly, eyes dragging between Felix’s eyes, alive with mirth to the bartender’s, flat with suspicion.

“It’s not illegal, is it?” You let the question slip loud enough for the two of them to hear. The bartender nodded the exact moment Felix shook his head. A giggle bubbled up your throat at the instant glance of betrayal that passed between the two of them.

“I’ll keep silent about this if the two of you will.” You grinned, shrugging slightly as you pushed the strap of your bag further up your shoulder. Felix let another crow of laughter, twining his arm with yours as he steered you towards the dark back door of Imperium, waving off the bartender’s expasterated shouts to be careful, for fuck’s sake-

“You seem like such a cool person,” Felix giggled as you followed his lead, making your way past the tables and groups of people and back into the cool air outside. . “I was a little intimidated by you at first but you’re actually really cool.” You laughed aloud as Felix knocked thrice on a door next to the bar’s back door in a neat pattern.

“Good to know you think so, junior.”

Just then, the door swung open to a set of stairs and a wave of noise much louder than what you were used to.

“Welcome to the real Imperium.”grinned Felix.

//

You did not think this was where you’d be spending your Friday night- in the basement of a bar with higher ceilings than you thought was possible, the roar of voices settling you more firmly into reality than anything else you’re ever experienced.

The second you and Felix reached the bottom of the stairs, you could see the crowd gathered around the center of the space, the flood lights pointed towards whatever was going on in the middle. There were sparse groups of people scattered throughout, a makeshift bar and couches spread haphazardly around one side while the windows at the top of the walls were left open for some semblance of ventilation. Despite the number of people in the underground space, it didn’t feel… suffocating.

“Do you mind blood or gore?”

Your eyes narrowed; what even was this place? “No.”

Before you could question it, Felix was pulling you towards the crowd and into it, easily slipping between the spaces towards the attraction in the center. You allowed him to lead you, as you had the entire night, until the two of you re-emerged at the edge of the-

The ring.

It looked very much like a boxing ring, but on the same floor level as the audience. Inside were two guys circling each other, breath heaving in puffs of smoke against the chilled air through gritted teeth. They were both dressed in contrasting red and blue, their clenched fists enclosed in hand-wraps. The two guys slipped in and out of the stark shadows that the criss-cross of the floodlights created until one of them caught your eye-

Lee Minho. You didn’t need the yelled introduction Felix was giving you because there was no other way to describe that other than unattainably handsome. Suddenly, the 18 askers in LLS made sense- of course, of fucking course this face seemed impossible to match up to.

You watched in bated curiosity, your eyes scanning him and his opponent- and Minho made the first move. The crowd dissolved into roars of encouragement as he went in for a clean right hook, his movements smooth and feline-fluid. He was confident, you realized as you watched him dodge and block and strike with an almost bored, practiced ease. No, he was good at looking confident. The set of his jaw was nothing but confident, his teeth bared in a snarl of fake amusement as he lunged at his opponent, the fight dissolving into a tangle of arms and legs rolling against the concrete floor.

“He’s one of the best this season.” Felix yelled over the din of the crowd, but your eyes were still trained on the match. “You don’t say.” You shouted back, catching yet another glimmer of amusement light up your companion’s face before turning your attention back to the fight.

Yes, he truly seemed like the best- your breath caught in your throat at Minho’s unhesitant, almost instinctual manner of moving, already on the other side of his opponent before he could even throw a swing. His poor opponent was almost effortlessly pummeled to the ground soon after, a grin of triumph pulling up his lips and the nasty looking bruise high on his cheekbone as he was announced the winner.

His eyes scanned the exultant crowd, catching on yours for a split second before moving away-

You let out a long breath as he hopped out of the ring and into the dark of the surroundings. So it was him.

This was the M your askers were going on and on about-

For the first time, you were in agreement with them.

Lee Minho truly did seem unattainable.

//

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Do let me know what you think! - Elliana

[swiftlymoniquesblog]

Fake FBI Agents? Sam x Reader  (With lots of Dean)

A/N: Hello! Yes, I am alive but I’ve been hella busy with work, as some of you know. And then, I got my second COVID shot and had a BAD reaction to it so I’m trying to recover.

This story is based off my real job working for at my local police department, which I’ll be celebrating 6 months at this month! I thought it would be funny if I could tell that Sam and Dean were fake FBI agents based off looking at their badges because I do see and interact with real FBI agents occasionally. 

I also met a Texas Ranger not too long ago and even though he was *much* older than me, he was *very* attractive. Not like Jared’s Cordell Walker but still. 

Hope everyone enjoys this and all feedback is welcome!

Warnings: FLUFF, series level violence, angst, pining, blood, serious injuries, series level monsters, lots of pain but the fluff makes up for it.

Word Count: 5, 981

Masterlist of all Masterlists| Supernatural Masterlist

Working for a police department was quite a unique experience. On a daily basis, you got to see the worst in people. From assaults to thefts, stolen vehicles, and homicides, there was never a dull moment when you had to work to help the public. Even with not being on the emergency side of the police department, you were still helping people and were trying to solve all their problems when they couldn’t seem to handle them on their own. Growing up, wanting to help people was always a priority for you but you never thought that would be fulfilled working in law enforcement. Sure, there were times when it would get super overwhelming with the constant phone calls and reports you would have to take over the phone and/or in person, and if you were left on a shift alone, it was that much more challenging. But ultimately, you did enjoy what you did because you felt as though you were being an important part of your community, whether you were acknowledged for it or not. And, who wouldn’t want to look at those cute police officers all day long? Just a small amount of time spent chit-chatting with them as you handed them over the keys to their vehicles for their shifts, still seemed cool. Who doesn’t appreciate a man in uniform? One night, as you were working alone, you had two, albeit very attractive men, come into the lobby of the department and came to the window to speak with you. 

“Hi, how can I help y’all?” You ask, looking to the shorter of the two men. 

“Yeah, we’re here about a case. I’m Agent Tyler, this is my partner Agent Perry, with the FBI.” The man said, as he pulled out his FBI badge, his partner followed his lead.

You stood from your desk to walk over to the window to see their badges, and upon closer inspection, you discovered they were fake. Immediately, you started laughing, causing the two men to just stare at you with a shared look of confusion. 

“What’s so funny ma’am?” The taller of the two asked. 

“Y’all aren’t from the FBI,” You said, laughing harder as your sides began to hurt. 

“Um, yeah, we are, didn’t you see our badges?” Agent “Tyler,” said to you, flashing his badge again. 

“Yes, I saw your fake FBI badges,” you said, eyeing the men suspiciously. 

“How did you know?” Agent “Perry,” asked. 

“Because this is a police department. We have a local FBI office and I have dealt with them several times since I’ve worked here. We’re trained to spot real and fakes badges and from my training, these two are definitely fake,” you said, smirking smugly. 

“Damn, she’s good, Sammy,” the shorter one said. 

“So, what do you two really want?” You ask, cocking your eyebrow up to further question the men. 

“Okay, here’s the truth. I’m Sam, this here’s my brother Dean, we’re in town to investigate a string of disappearances that have been going on over the past week-and-a-half. Do you know anything about them?”  The taller one, Sam, said to you, giving a sad, puppy-dog look as he spoke. 

“Of course I do. Police department remember? I can’t begin to tell y’all how many missing person reports our agency has been taking during that time. At least close to thirty and that’s a huge number for a town of about 100,000 people,” you say, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“Well, what’s been reported?” The shorter one, Dean, asked. 

“I can’t share that information with you but what I can do is call over to dispatch and see if they can send an officer up here to speak with y’all?” 

“Okay, that’d be great,”  Sam said.

“Alright y’all have a seat and I’ll see about getting an officer over here to help y’all out,” you say, turning around to head back to your desk. 

The two men sat in chairs beside one another as you called over to dispatch to set up an officer to come speak to the guys. 

“Well, officers are currently 10-6 (busy) so it may be a while before they’re able to get out there,” the dispatcher informs you. 

“Okay, I’ll let them know, thanks. Sam, Dean?” You call to the guys as both their heads turn to look at you. “All our officers are busy with other calls at the moment but someone should be up here soon to speak to you,” 

“Great, thanks a lot sweetheart,” Dean said, winking at you but you just ignore him. 

Almost an hour later, an officer was dispatched and on his way to speak to the men, much to their happiness. 

“Hey, sorry for keeping y’all waiting, I’m officer King, how can I help y’all?” The officer said, shaking hands with both Sam and Dean. 

“Well first of all you should give that young lady behind that desk there a raise because she’s doing a wonderful job,” Dean stated, shooting another wink in your direction. Officer King just laughs as Sam groans beside Dean and takes over-explaining. 

“We work for a podcast that reports unsolved cases and we just wanted to see if you had any information you could give us,” Sam explained. 

“Sure, why don’t y’all come back to my office and we can discuss this,” Officer King said, nodding to you before he led the men back to his office. 

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About half an hour later, the boys had come out to the lobby and over to the counter again. 

“What can I do for y’all?” You ask. 

“Well, we just wanted to thank you for your help but also wanted to ask if you wanted to be included in this story because we heard your sister was reported missing?” Sam asked. 

“Um, yeah, yeah she was. But no, I don’t mind talking about it, if y’all think you might be able to help,” you say. “I don’t get off until 11 tonight but I’m off tomorrow so I can meet y’all somewhere then and we can go over this.” 

“Great. Where can we meet you?” Dean asked. 

“Why not right back here say 10 am?” You suggested, not confident in trusting them to meet you anywhere else. 

“Easy enough. See you tomorrow,” Dean said, shooting a quick wink your way before Sam just smiled and nodded to you. 

The rest of the shift went by without too much excitement going on from your side of the screen, but the officers you could see from the call screen, they were dealing with quite a bit of incidents around town.

That night, you kept to your normal routine of driving home and quickly locking up behind you before you let your dog outside and made a quick meal for dinner as you searched for something to watch on Netflix. Your mind wandered off to the two brothers you met earlier that night. It seemed weird how they came up to the desk and just started asking a lot of questions. Most people have complaints or need to make some form of a report but these two? They were strange, to say the least, but they weren’t too bad to look at, especially Sam. He towed above you from the opposite side of the window and although he couldn’t touch you, he seemed rather intimidating. On the one hand, his eyes were soft but his height and the muscles that protrude from his arms made him a little scary. On the other hand, you thought about what it would be like to have him push you against a wall and have his way with you. You shudder at the thought; you don’t even know the man! I think it’s time for bed. You thought to yourself, trying to wish anyway whatever thoughts you were thinking to yourself but the last thing you thought as you shut your eyes for the night, was the name; Sam. 

The next morning, you woke up and got yourself ready for meeting the brothers. You weren’t sure what exactly to expect but you did know you were looking forward to seeing them again. But it was odd to you; why would two strangers from God knows where come to your small town to investigate a string of disappearances? Who were these brothers? Whatever their story was, you decided to proceed to meet with them cautiously, because if there’s one thing you’ve learned from working for the police department; you can’t trust people’s stories. Gathering your things together, you got in your car and drove back down to the station where you almost immediately saw the two strangers leaning against a beautiful classic car, seemingly waiting for you. You would be lying if you said your heart was beating erratically. Something seemed weird about the brothers so you reached in your bag to secure the small handgun you kept there just in case. 

“Hey guys,” you say, letting go of the gun but remembering it was still there. 

“Hey,” Sam said, giving you a tight smile.

“Okay, so what do y’all wanna know?” You ask, looking between the brothers who just share a glance. 

“Well, why don’t you start with your name?” Dean said. 

“Oh, right, I’m (y/n). Nice meeting y’all properly,” You say.

“You too, (Y/N). How long have you been working for the police department?” Sam questioned. 

“Just about a year now,” you state, walking over to a picnic table and throwing your legs under the table, the brothers sitting opposite of you. 

“Have you ever seen any kind of activity like this before? This many disappearances?” 

“No, never. We’ve had a few years where it was close to this but this year is on a completely different level. Our officers have never seen this kind of activity either, nor the detectives. Even those who’ve worked for the department the longest said they’ve never encountered an invisible monster on this large a scale in a long time,” you say, not believing the recent incidents that had been happening in your jurisdiction. 

“Is there anything these cases have  in common?” Dean asks.

“Not that I’ve seen but you should definitely talk to detectives because they know more about that kind of thing than I do.”

“How about the families of the victims? Anything seem similar to you?” 

“You know, there is something similar with the victims’ families. They all come from upper-class backgrounds. We have two wealthier neighborhoods in town and all the victims are living in those neighborhoods,” you say. 

“That’s interesting. Any reason that may be?” Dean said to Sam like he would know the answer. 

“Not really but I do have some ideas of what this might be,” Sam said.

“What do you mean you might know what this is? Y’all aren’t even from here nor have even seen the reports!”

“Should we tell her?” Sam asked. 

“I think we can trust her plus with the way you’ve been looking at her, I think she should know,” Dean said, causing his brother’s cheeks to turn red. 

“Tell me what? How has Sam been looking at me?” You asked, not sure which was more important right now. 

“We’re hunters and we don’t mean animals. We hunt monsters, like the ones you hear about in books or on TV. They’re real; all of them. And we hunt them, kill them, to protect the country,”

 Sam explained like it was the easiest explanation for anyone to hear in the world. 

“What? Monsters? Like made-up monsters? Like werewolves? Vampires? Ghosts? Those are real?” You ask.

“Every one of them. Plus so many others and we kill them. They attack humans, we kill them,” Dean said, with the most serious expressions you’ve ever seen. 

“Wha-why are you telling me this? I-I don’t understand, monsters. They’re real? And y’all hunt them, kill them, to protect people?” You ask, repeating the info the brothers just told you. 

“Yes and we think there might be one of those monsters here in town that could be causing this many disappearances,” Sam added. 

“Why did y’all ask me about this? Why not anyone else? This-this is a lot,” You say.

“Because you were the only one willing to talk to us about this. No one else said anything about the disappearances.” Dean said. 

You just looked between the two brothers, nothing spoken, but you nodded and agreed to help in any way you could.

“So you said you may know what this is? What do you think it is?” You asked, looking to Sam, who slowly made eye contact with you. 

“Sounds like sirens,” Sam said.

“What are sirens?” You ask, never hearing of that kind of monster before. 

“They’re creatures with the ability to change its appearance, kind of like a shapeshifter, but these guys get into people’s heads and make them think they’re the ‘perfect person for them. It makes me think that sirens have been luring people out of the town as if they were promising people in town something they’ve always wanted but never had. It would explain all the disappearances,” Sam explained. 

“What do they look like so we have an idea of what to look for?” You ask.

“Well that’s just it, kid, you can’t tell what they look like unless you cast their reflection onto a mirror. They typically look like whoever they take the form of but when you see them through a mirror, they have like blackened eyes, like a demon, but a mouth that looks like it’s stitched shut,” Dean answers you, slightly scaring you.

“Y’all don’t need me to help out with this, do you? Like, go with you on the hunt? Cause I really don’t think I should be there,” You say, your stomach-churning as the thought of these creatures plague your mind. 

“No sweetheart, you’ve done more than enough to help us with this case. You gave us a lot of useful information that we’ll need to locate these predators. All you need to worry about is keeping your pretty little self safe at home,” Dean said, winking at you. 

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As the boys were preparing to go out on their hunt, you couldn’t help but keep your eyes fixated on Sam. He was still doing some research, he said he wanted to get some last-minute information on the town you lived in and the kind of people he would have to encounter who the Sirens had “possessed,” yet something about the way he focused, was captivating all your attention. 

“Is there something you’d like to share with the rest of the class (y/l/n)?” He asked in a teasing voice, breaking you from the concentration you held.

“I’ve never seen anyone research like you do. You’re very dedicated to your work and it shows. Plus, you get a very serious look on your face, and your eyebrows kind of scrunch together when you’re really concentrating; it’s rather cute,” you say, and although you weren't so sure how he’d react, the light pink color that begun to spread over his tanned cheeks gave you all the answers you needed. 

“Well, I can’t say I ever heard that one before and most people don’t use “cute” as a means to describe me, but I find it flattering, so thank you,” he says, giving you a shy smile.

“I take it that not very many people compliment you,” you state. 

“If people get compliment me, it’s because of my hunting skills or some information I found ended up being useful or I saved someone’s life, but the way I look as I concentrate on my work and definitely because I’m ‘cute,’ yeah I don’t hear that often,” he shakes his head but with a giant smile plastered across his face. 

“Hey, you have dimples, those are cute too,” you compliment him again, causing the shade of red on his cheeks to darken. “And by that reaction, I’m guessing a lot of people don’t compliment you on your dimples either, do they?” 

“Actually that one I hear all the time, but it’s still sweet of you to say, so thank you,” he says, smiling down at you. 

“Well I think that’s about enough chick-flick moments I can handle for one day,” Dean said, suddenly appearing in the doorway to the library, surprising you and Sam. “You ready Sammy?” He asks his younger brother who quickly clears his throat and gets up, shutting his laptop and throwing it in a backpack. 

“Yep, all set,” he says. 

“Okay (y/n) so you gonna be okay just laying low for a little bit while we go gank these sons of bitches?” Dean asks. 

“Yeah, I have a hot date with Netflix, popcorn, and comfy pillows and PJs for the night. I’ll be good,” you say.

“Well if you need anything, we left our numbers down here for you and we’ll come back and let you know what our outcome was since this is your town and you helped give us information on this case,” Dean said, giving you a slip of paper before he climbs behind the wheel of his sleek black classic car. 

Sam, who remained standing in front of you for a minute, waited until the door slammed shut before he spoke up. 

“As Dean said, if anything happens, just, don’t hesitate to call and we’ll be there. I uh, would hate to see something happen to you,” he said, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans. 

“Is Sam Winchester paying me a compliment now? From what I’ve heard, that’s not common for you,” you said. 

“What you heard?” He asks, worry filling his tone. “Who-who did you talk to?” 

“No one silly but you don’t think I didn’t research y’all when you came to town? Believe it or not, there is a national name file for both of you and I’ve read about a lot of the time officers have been after you. Remember, I work for a police department; I can find out a lot about your demons,” you said, grinning at the man who still stood before you but suddenly seemed a bit smaller at that moment.

“Oh, that’s pretty smart and also kind of scary. Guess we can’t lie to you after all,” he says. 

“Nope, because I always have a way of finding out the truth, plus “poses as fake FBI agents” came up as reasons why police officers need to be careful with you two. Although they haven’t had any run-ins with y’all in a long time,” you add, smirking at the stunned expression on the youngest Winchester’s face. 

“Oh uh, yeah, we’ve been trying not to get into too much trouble lately, well at least not getting arrested,” he says.

“Yeah, I read about the few times that happened,” you add with a wink.

“Okay, so I’m going to go mostly cause I’m a bit scared now but there’s also not the best thoughts going through my head right now, so we’ll talk soon, okay?” He asks and when he sees you nod your understanding, he nods quickly back to you and hurries off to his brother’s car, and climbs into the passenger seat. 

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                                                           Sam’s POV

“Hey, you okay there, Sammy? I haven’t seen you that uptight about a girl in, well I don’t know long,” Dean says, smirking when he sees whatever look is on my face right now.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” I lie, knowing damn well what he was trying to get out of me. 

“Really? Cause it seemed like (y/n) was getting to you a bit back there,”

“No, she’s, she’s fine,” I say, trying to end this discussion. 

“Yeah, but are you?” He asks. 

“So I’m thinking when we get there, we should go right in, guns blazing and everything. No time to waste today,” I say, hoping desperately Dean would just drop the topic of (y/n) so we could focus on our case, and luckily he did. 

There wasn’t anything wrong with (y/n), quite the opposite actually, and that was the problem. She was so infuriating, knowing that she could find out every little secret Dean and I had in the last, shit I don’t know how many years, and the fact she was so smug about it; who does she think she is?! Is she even allowed to do that? Like can’t employees of the police department get in trouble for looking up information about people? Well, maybe not, because they need to know what kind of people they have to deal with but like I told her before, we can’t hide anything from her! Not that I want to or anything but there are certain parts of this job I don’t think she should have to know about. Then again, we did tell her about what we really do out for a living so I can’t imagine too much more information would be bad for her to know. I just can’t see her knowing every little detail about our lives! I mean, yeah we’ve only known her for a couple of days since we came to town but already I can tell she is so sweet and so pure in certain things. I can’t imagine her reaction to some of the stories we could tell her. Wait am I saying? She works for a freaking police department; she probably hears horror stories on a regular basis! She may be sweet but I bet she’s more tough than she makes people believe.

“Earth to Sammy! Come in Sammy!” Dean says, bringing my attention back to him.

“Huh?” I say, looking at him.

“I said, are you ready? We’re here.” 

I looked around where Baby stopped and saw we were in fact, there.

“Oh, yeah, I��m ready,” I say, opening the door to get out, gun ready at my side. We walked to the house where the last disappearance occurred and slowly made our way inside. The house was a mess,  documents and files thrown across the floor, books and their shelves broken down; it looked like a tornado blew through here. Just as we made our way further in the house, up to the bedrooms, some lady came out of nowhere and tried to stab me but thankfully Dean heard her before I did so he was able to shoot her before she got to me.

“Thanks,” I say before having to turn and fight off another Siren who went for me again, Dean fighting off his own. 

This went on for a while until we figured we killed them all and we could head back to meet with (y/n) until my phone started to ring. 

“Hello?” I ask when I answer the phone.

“Sam?” A small voice asks. 

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” She sounded scared; my senses going into overdrive. 

“I-I need help. I don’t know where I am but...something happened….” She says, sounding like she was crying.

“Okay (y/n) where are you? What do you see around you?” I ask and Dean comes closer to my side. 

“Um, it’s dark and I can’t see too much. I-I’m sorry,” she says, crying again.

“Hey, no, don’t you apologize. You did nothing wrong. What do you remember?” 

“Um, I was just sitting in the apartment living as I told you I was going to do and then someone got inside and then I blacked out and when I woke up, I was here. I-I think I’m tied up and I’m in a lot of pain. I-I don’t know what happened Sam but I’m scared,” she sounds so helpless at this point. 

“Hey, baby, listen to me alright, you’re going to be okay, okay? Dean and I are going to come to find you and we’re going to fix you up well, I promise,” I say, trying to calm her down. I know she’s scared but I hope I can settle her down a bit. 

“Okay and Sam, hurry, please?” She asks, more desperate than before. 

“We will, we’re on our way now. I’m going to stay on the phone with you so we can try to see if we can tell where you’re at okay?” I look to Dean who immediately takes my silent signal and rushes out the door and right out to the car. We jump in and race to figure out where (y/n) may be. I can hear (y/n)’s breathing get quieter and I’m afraid if she falls asleep, she won’t wake up.

“(y/n) can you hear me? Hey, I need you to talk to me, okay? I need you to keep talking,” I say as I keep trying to hear for any background noise to see if we could tell where she was. 

“I really don’t have anything to say,” she says, her voice fragile.

“You never told me, why you chose to work for the police department,” I say, trying to see if that would get her talking. 

“Well I needed a-another job and-a job as a-dispatcher came out so I-went to apply-and I-I ended up-getting that job-but with m-my training it-it became too-too hard so I transferred-to where I am n-now.” 

“That’s good,” I say, smiling at her, even though I knew she couldn’t see it.

“Yeah I-I also wanted t-to help people,” she adds. 

“I bet, you’re so good at helping people and I’m so proud of you,” I say, trying my hardest not to get upset myself. I can’t say for certain what I feel right now for (y/n) but I do know I care about her and I told her, I would hate it if anything happened to her and I don’t take that lightly. 

“Sam, it-it hurts,” she says, and my heart breaks a little more when I hear just how uncomfortable she is. 

“I know baby, but it’ll be over soon; I promise,” 

“S-Sam?” She asks. 

“Yeah?” 

“Why-why do you keep calling m-me baby?” Damn, she may be in agony but she still picked up on that. 

“You’ve caught that huh? Well, you are my baby,” I admit. 

“But wouldn’t that mean I-I’m your girl?” 

“You are my girl.” 

“But we-we aren’t dating!”

“I know, but I want to change that,” I say.

“Really? You-you want to d-date me?” I can hear the tiniest bit of hope arise in her tone so I continue to talk about it. 

“Of course I do! Ever since we met, I was immediately attracted to you. I thought you were so beautiful and you had a bit of an attitude too. But I thought it was cute. And then you have a bit of an accent and whenever you say y’all, you sound like a true Texas girl and it makes me smile. I know you said at one point, you weren’t from here longer than 6 years but you seem to be a Texan to me and it’s very attractive. I want to take you out and get to know you better; you have no idea how much I wish I could be there to hold you right now,” I exhale, everything finally coming out about how I was feeling. The line remained silent and I began to panic until I heard, 

“I feel the same about you, Sam,” she said, clear as day. 

“Well, why don’t you keep fighting to stay alive so I can take you on that date and give you all the hugs and cuddles you deserve?” 

“That sounds great,” she said before a blood-curdling scream pierced my eardrums. 

“(Y/N)?!” And with that, the line dropped. “Dean, we have to find her!” I grow weary as I feel the acceleration of Baby set forth by Dean. I tried to track whatever phone (y/n) had called from and was able to find out the last known location.

“Okay so the phone is pinging from up the road about two miles; she can’t be too far away,” I tell Dean, more determined than ever to find her. 

“We’ll find her Sammy; I know we will.” Dean tries his hardest to help ease my worries but the sound of her scream is taunting me. 

When we got to the location the phone was pinging from, there wasn’t much but an old house that appeared to have been partially burned down a few years ago. I couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to use this house as any means of suspicious activities but I can’t understand people. I jump out of the car and rush inside, holding my gun out in front of me, ready to shoot anyone who crosses my path. 

“(Y/N)?!” I yell out when I’m inside the house, Dean close behind me. 

“Sam!” I hear a voice yell back at me and I rush towards where the voice was coming from. 

“Dean!” I yell, as I’m almost attacked by a Siren but Dean shoots it before it gets to me. 

“Go find her, Sam, I got this,” Dean says and I rush off to find (Y/N).

“(Y/N)?” I call out again and am met with her reply, sounding a lot closer. When I turn the corner into another room, I see her tied to a table, in nothing but her bra and underwear, and blood dripping down from her abdomen. I rush over to her and immediately start untying her restraints. 

“Sam?” A small voice squeaks out and two big (y/e/c) eyes land on me. 

“Hey pretty girl, you got some pretty nasty injuries here. I’m going to get you untied and I’ll take you back to your place and fix you up, okay?” I say as calmly as I can. I know she’s very fragile, just like she was on the phone, but I work diligently to set her free. Once I get the last restraint undone, I slowly and cautiously lift her under her arms and legs and carry her bridal out of the house and out to the car. She groans when I gently place her in the back seat but before I could walk away, she grabs my hand. 

“Will you stay back here with me, please?” Well, how was I going to say no to that?

“Of course pretty girl,” I say, climbing in and sitting beside. I lay her head on my lap, stroking her hair and having her hold a towel on her stomach. 

“So I’m a pretty girl now, huh?” She asks, looking up at me. I smile down at her, blushing just a bit at her comment.

“Well I thought baby was a little too romantic right now and since we haven’t even gone on a date yet, I figured pretty girl had just enough effectiveness but not too much into the romantic side of things,” I explain.

“I like these nicknames you’re using for me; they’re sweet,” she says.

“I’m surprised you’re even able to pay attention to what I’m calling you or not in your state right now,” I say.

“Hey, just because I’m hurt doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate when a very attractive man compliments me. Hell, if I had more strength, I’d probably kiss you right now.” 

“I can help with that,” I say, gently tilting her head a bit further back so I could easily kiss her. And I did but I held back a bit for fear I would hurt her more. So I left a small yet powerful, I’d hope, kiss on her lips, with a small taste of blood behind it. I looked up to see Dean grin at us through the rearview mirror, ignoring whatever he was hinting at, but I couldn’t help the small smile that played on my lips. 

We decline to take (Y/N) back to her house for fear something like this would happen to her again. She put up no fight, not that she really could if she wanted to, but I felt better about it because now, I wasn’t going to let her out of my sight. Because last time I did that, she ended up hurt, and it was my fault because I left her alone. 

Back in the room, I give up my bed as Dean helps me lower her so we could get a good look at her. The shirt she was wearing had a rather large stain of blood on one side so the only way to get to the injury was to cut the fabric away from her. I grab a pair of scissors and right before I begin to cut, I hear her cry out,

“No Sam, it-it hurts!” She says as she wiggles around on the bed, trying to escape the pain. 

“I know pretty girl, but you need to trust me. We have to cut this shirt off because your injury is too severe; it’ll hurt worse if we don’t cut it, okay?” 

She nods her head and I take her hand in mine, as I give the scissors to Dean, who slowly begins to cut her shirt, careful around her injury, and I can tell just by the look on her face, she is in a lot of pain. There’s nothing I would rather do than switch places with her but that is not possible. So I bring her hand up to my lips and kiss it tenderly, reassuring her that I would never leave her.

“Alright Sam, we’re going to have to disinfect this and stitch her up,” Dean says, giving me a somber expression. 

“Yeah, okay,” I said, nodding to him.

“Will you hold her down? It’s going to hurt and I got a towel for her to bite down on,” Dean says.

I look down at the girl lying helplessly beside me and she looks so sad and afraid but I knew it had to be done. “It’s going to be okay, baby, I’m going to be right here the whole time,” I say to her as Dean pours some whiskey on the injury. It was a good thing we had that towel because I couldn’t bear to hear the entirety of her screams. Just her muffled cries broke my heart to the point I began to cry with her. She did not deserve this; she did nothing wrong. As quickly as he could, Dean began on the stitches, sowing her up remarkably fast. 

“She’s done,” Dean says. 

“Great,” I say, helping him clean up but a groan from (y/n) stops me. 

“Sam?” She says, sweat glistening her body. 

“I’m right here,” I say, coming back to her side. 

“Lay with me?” I couldn’t say no so I moved the sheets aside and crawled in next to her. 

“Thank you for saving me, Sam,” She whispers after Dean decided to leave the room to get some food and medicine for (y/n). 

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, (y/n).” 

“Do you really like me, more than a friend I mean?” She asks

“I do. In a short amount of time, I’ve grown to care about you and your well-being. I want to do anything to make you happy and to protect you,”

“So does this count as a date then?” She asks, in all seriousness, and I just laugh.

“Oh no sweetheart, I will go all out for a date with you. Nothing is too much for my girl unless you say so. And I don’t see either one of us being hurt,” I say. 

We both laugh until (y/n) begins to groan again. “No, it hurts to laugh,” she says, as we both still laugh.

“Stop making me laugh,” She whines. 

“I can’t help it, sweet girl, I love the sound of your laugh,” I say, leaning down to kiss her temple. 

“Well I can’t wait until you can kiss me properly,” she says. 

“Believe me, pretty girl, it’s all I think about but until then, you get better, then I’ll kiss you like you deserve to be kissed.” 

“Well then, I can’t wait.” 

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My thoughts on Ninjago the Island!!! 🏝🏝🏝

So, gotta be honest... this is not a Blind reaction thing, I actually watched it in French first so I know most of the stuff already 😅 It's entertaining, it got great animation, but nothing more than that in my opinion 🤷‍♀️

Still there is stuff I liked or I want to point out, and finally I'm seeing the English version so I can actually understand what the HECK they are saying 🤩

Alright, nothing else to say, here we go!

UNCHARTED

I haven't actually seen anything Clutch Powers related before Ninjago, is he always like this? I love that he is a jerk honestly, just wondering 😂

Press F for respect for intern Dwaine (at least he seems to like being... used?)

Clutch: It's just a bunch of rocks! It's not alive!

Totem: I'm about to end this man's whole career

Wait, Misako is part of the explorers club? ... that would have come in handy in season 11 to get the scroll of Forbitten Spinjitzu from the club instead of begging uncle Powers for it... *sighs* I don't mind plot holes in Ninjago like most fans I think, but if you wanna make Misako relevant again at least pay attention to the details 😅

Wow, after the end of season 13 I would've thought Wu was going to go through a midlife crisis, not Misako 😂😂

Oww, everytime I hear I get 😢 Bless your soul Kirby, always in our hearts 🖤🖤🖤

Well hello Brian

Always nice to see you 😊

Twitchy Tim must have been pretty interesting to voice 🤔 I like him enough, he's fun and all, maybe not at the level of the characters we got last season

Okay, the place is called the STORM belt, there are LIGHTNINGS, and the sand of the beach is BLUE. Are we gonna address any of these similarities to our Bluebell here or not? 😅

Wait, Tim was giving a hot air balloon tour, does that mean other people where with him? What of them? Are they dead? Did he let them die on the island?... am I reading too much into this? Probably 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Alright, the part of the boats? SO COOL 🤩🤩 I literally can't say anything bad about the animation at this point

Why did they think leaving Kai, Jay and Cole on one boat was going to be a good idea 😂 Also Zane just randomly doing sick tricks on his vehicle, love that nindroid

I'm guessing Nya is keeping her water abilities for her season 🤷‍♀️

Yep, yep, this is why the creators try to keep Pixal out of the adventures, with her everything is way too cool and easy to access to 😎😎

Twitchy Tim: There are statues that become alive!!

Lloyd:... so it's a season 2 stone army ripoff, we've seen worse

It's a cute episode overall 👍

THE KEEPERS OF THE AMULET

OKAY THE INTRO IS SO FREAKING COOL 🤩🤩🤩🤩

So Twitchy Tim has temporarily taken over Jay's role of spazzing out and complain about worse case scenarios... in another occasion they might have bonded over this, maybe 😂

Okay, survival position? MOOD

Nya: DRAGOOON 😱

Me: DRAGOOOOOOON 😍😍😍

Why am I not surprised that Jay was the one that named him Zippy? 💙 Also HE'S SO CUTE 💕💕💕 Love how in every adventure, we always get very different types of dragon in this show 👌 I'm a simple person, I see a dragon... 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

Oh-oh, it's the "Lloyd's done with this crap"'s face

This means serious business... am I that used to LEGO characters that this way of crossing arms on the chest looks almost normal to me? 😅

Soooo, Master of the Mountain clearly gave Cole too much development... because now he got demoted to "the one who is always hungry" 🤦‍♀️ I'm all for Cole's endearing love for cakes, which is super relatable, but if you're gonna push it on his fun side, at least be coherent 🙃

Is it just me or it feels like the writing of this special was made by someone different from the one of season 13? Like, it's not bad, just less engaging and witty. For now. Maybe I'm being premature 🤷‍♀️

New way of nerfing powers, we got... weird, sucking power totem thingies... OKAY

My gosh I really can't say anything about the animation, look at that! It's all cinematic with such a light! YES!! 🤩

I'M SORRY

WHY ARE WE LOOKING OVER THIS??? IT LOOKS LIKE COLE'S LAVA PUNCHES BUT THEY ARE JAY LIGHTNING FEET??? IT'S A GREAT IDEA AND I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT AGAIN??? WHY ARE WE IGNORING THIS??? 💙💙💙💙

So they at least addressed that lightning isn't a Jay's thing only anymore 😅

Alright, Jay having a mental breakdown because of a bridge because it always breaks, that's the Bluebell I know and love 😂😂 Nya telling him to keep moving was cute too 💙❤💙❤

Okay, I'm sorry but this really bothers me, what kind of lightning can instantly knock out the MASTER OF LIGHTNING??? Like, my gosh, really??? I hope they give us an explanation, like it's some sort of special lightning, because this really doesn't sit right with me. Jay is lightning proof, we've seen it in Skybound, we've seen it in Sons of Garmadon, I DON'T BELIEVE HE WOULD JUST BE KNOCKED OUT LIKE THAT 😡😡😡

Soooooo, storm amulet? Being one with the lightning? Is that the reason why Jay got to be the sacrifice? 😅

THE GIFT OF JAY

Alright, I am kinda looking forward for this one, what did Bluebell actually say or do to get him into trouble this time 😂😂

Oh, he just... introduced himself... well that was underwhelming

SENSEI👏YOU👏ARE👏A👏FREAKING👏GOD👏STOP👏GETTING👏KIDNAPPED👏BY👏RANDOM👏VILLAINS👏

Bring ooooon Lloyd Grills 💪

Okay I did like the little speech, definitely resonates with how Lloyd survived this long even though everything wanted him to give up, even his father... I'M NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING 😭

Jay out there making the real questions 😂

Awwww Edna used to call him gift of Jay? I can totally see it, so cute 💙💙 Makes even more sense if Libber actually left Jay at the Walkers' door...

Pff, Jay made the connection I would've done honestly 🤷‍♀️ Like, him being the master of lightning really didn't give these dudes any impression or inspiration? Any cool idea, full Road of El Dorado style? 🙃🙃

Lloyd out there abusing of the animation budget 💚💚💚

Somehow these ninja never actual sneak in, it's always a huge mess everyone knows about beforehand 😂 It's familiar though, I'm used to it and happy with it 👍

I might not be the biggest Misako fan, but you know what I am a fan of?

LEGO HUGS 😍😍😍😍😍

Dang it uncle Powers, you just got here to make a mess did you 😅

Not the first person of the fandom to say this, but Jay looks absolutely lovely with that flower crown 🌺🌺🌺

Oh poor greenie

Lloyd just has the worst luck 😓

Jay: Why would I be the gift?

Kai: Yeah who would want Jay?

Nya: Huh, me?? 😡

Got some very good Jaya for this little special, can't complain 💙❤💙❤

I mean, not matter how big of a snake Wojira might turn out to be, we've already seen the biggest and the second biggest snake of all so 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Whoa, at last... IT WAS THE FIRST SPINJITZU MASTER THAT HAD SOMETHING HE SHOULD'VE TOLD WU A LONG TIME AGO!! 😱 Wu, you got pulled a Wu, how does it feel? 😂

Again, Jay freaking out, kinda my jam it's too funny 💙💙

Wow Kai way to be hominous offscreen 👏👏 I miss talking about my flame babe, this really isn't his time 🤷‍♀️

THE TOOTH OF WOJIRA

So when I first watched this I was genuinely, really excited about knowing the truth behind all this. It turned out very different from what I first thought, but at least in this case it's okay (besides I was pushing with the lightning meaning just to see Libber again 😅😅😅)

I feel like the guys get their powers stolen or blocked so much it takes them a minute to remember "Oh wait I can literally burn my way out" 🤷‍♀️

SPINJITZU YAY 🤩

I... forgot that Misako knows how to fight 😅 She knows how to do spinjitzu too if I remember correctly...

NYA BEING LIKE "OUT OF THE WAY IMMA SAVE MY BOYFRIEND AGAIN" ❤💙❤💙

Gotta love how they were all crazy worried about Jay, like, this is something that never changes through the show. They really care so so much for each other 💕💕💕

Ooohhhh, okay, so Wojira does seem to be the main villain of next season according to the story. I remember Tommy saying that we needed to have faith and this is probably why. The special was okay, nothing too much, and hopefully that too much we will see in Nya's season 😍😍😍

What the- pff, I didn't notice this the first time 😂

At this point I can't tell if that one short with the chicken of the movie carried a hate or a love for chickens in the actual show 😂😂

Nice to see Jay standing up for himself at least for a little while 💪 Also Lloyd being "He's our trouble", aww family 💜

THERE IT IS

MY BRUISE HEART IS SOARING 🖤💙🖤💙

Gotta give props to the voice actors, voicing an explanation while fighting must be pretty hard! WE ARE BLESSED WITH AN AMAZING CAST!!! 🤩🤩🤩

And there he is, our favorite jerk... shaved Ronin 😂 He does look a little weird, but it's fair, new animation and all. Not the weirdest until now 🤷‍♀️

I genuinely had to make a mental check to see where we are with Ronin now, like, he started as a villain, then a partner, he betrayed us, became an ally, he hunted the ninja, then joined them, that timeline was erased, he was around in SoG and... wow this man is chaotic 😂😂

Yaaaay, Twitchy's last minute redemption act! Lloyd is too good at motivational speeches 👏👏

A bit of Lava OTP/BrOTP

Cause it's good for the heart ❤🖤❤🖤

Okay, Scooby doo reference, why not? Also honestly, I'm confident Ronin has seen A LOT of jails and prisons... probably won't stay behind bars for long 😅

Mammatus: sorry for imprisoning you and almost killing your friend

Kai: no biggie, that's how we make friends in this show

Alright the "And Clutch Powers" gag made me chuckle 😂 ... wait where is he- DANG IT UNCLE POWERS

Okay, this is the last time I say it I promise, but I mean. I MEAN

THE ANIMATION GUYS 😍😍😍

Aaaaand sensei you jinxed it 😅 But you apparently awakened Nya's season so I'm gonna forgive you on this one 😉

FINAL THOUGHTS

There are a few little details that bothered me a little, and it wasn't as exciting as I maybe hoped it was going to be, but it was fine. Enjoyable still. These characters make me like the show, even when it got nothing too impactful 🤷‍♀️

But I got triggered about that lightning thing with Jay 😅 I guess I'll just fanfic whatever I had in mind...

Don't have to repeat myself about the animation *chef's kiss*

The writing was really less engaging, a little normal in a way? Idk just a feeling. Nice to see Ronin again though, I really like him. And nice to see Jay freaking out, I really like that too 😂

To be honest I wanted to put down my thoughts on this one because I REALLY wanna do the same with Nya's season 🤩🤩 I already know that Maya is gonna be there and I am so HAPPY already!!! 💙💙💙

So that's it from me! Thank you for reading me ranting, see you next season! 😊

[hannie-dul-set]

who in svt would agree to back you up in a fight

we're talking about fist fights here, folks. blood, bruises, bones cracking, men crying. the works. if this was an argument things would go different. remember that some of our boys are himbos and would start malfunctioning during a verbal face off. please be considerate.

seungcheol: the first thing he would would do is ask why the FUCK are you getting into a fight?? are you crazy?? you could get HURT jesus christ kids these days (that's the point, cheol) even though he reprimanded you, he'd still show up to pummel your opponents with one arm only. how DARE they try to fight you what kind of savages. super cheol to the rescue <3 | rating: 9/10 because your ears will fall off from his scolding afterwards.

jeonghan: with how sly and sneaky this bastard is, you might think it would be a good idea to get him as your backup. an instant win, you won't even lift a finger. but no. he'd say sure let's go punch some dick or whatever but oh god your blood runs cold because fuck. he didn't show up. will only help if you agree to become his lifelong slave but uh, is it worth it? | rating: 4/10 because making deals with the devil is only a good idea if you're stupid and/ or a lunatic.

joshua: will show up, no doubts about that. shua is a man of his words. but then when you actually start fighting you immediately regret your decisions because apparently his muscles are only for show, not for use. these babies are for flexing not hurting smh. you end up losing because the only thing pretty boy knows how to do is stand there like a fucking dumbass joshua we had our hopes up, dammit | rating: 3/10 cause hey, at least he's nice to look at.

junhui: lmao did you think he'd answer you if you call him for help? did you really think he knows how to answer his phone? you'd be in the middle of fighting, desperately calling him for him because you're about to die, but oops junhui's busy playing kartrider, try again later. dude will ghost you until the day after the fight and he sees your broken nose, black eye and he'd ask "damn, had a rough night?" and you weren't able to stop yourself from jumping at him | rating: 0/10 the only thing you're getting from him is anger.

soonyoung: oh man he is DOWN for a fucking fight. he doesn't need a reason why. the moment you say "hey soon, i'm abt to get into a fight and—" "FIGHT?? COUNT ME IN" he has a taekwondo blackbelt, and you're SURE you're gonna win oh man. but when he shows up you're like yes baby but then you squint a little. hearing the shouts from behind him and you're like fuck. he brought a fucking mob. | rating: not sure how to rate this because the small 2v2 fight you planned turned into an underground fighting ring. oops.

wonwoo: all it takes for wonwoo to swoop in to the rescue is if you mention that you're in danger. he'd arrive mid battle, realizing that you had planned this entire thing and he's mad. he'd still beat them up for you, obviously. breadstick wonwoo is no more. the only downside is that after he's done with your opponents, he'd also bet you up because you're a fucking dumbass | rating: 7/10 because yes you won, but you also won a trip to the hospital (you deserve it, says wonwoo).

jihoon: one of your best bets. but only if he's not busy. i mean, do i even have to elaborate??? to explain?? one look at his tiny, compressed body building baby frame you'd be running. fuck that shit, i ain't signing up for an early acces to death— your opponents. "fight them, hoonie" "but they're already running away" "fight them" he sighs and he's like did you just arrange this to watch me fight someone and you're like yes precisely | rating: 10/10 plus bonus points for entertainment value.

minghao: first of all, why would you even ask him? minghao is a busy man, do you think he has time for childish fights? pathetic. he may be a martial arts king but these alley fights are horrid. you could have at least made an effort to actually sign up to an illegal fighting club. he'd ignore all your calls, leave all your messaged on read, and let you get beat up. he'd ask you the next day "so how was the fight?" and you're like fuck off | rating: 1/10 one point because minghao.

mingyu: well. uh. this one is a complicated case. he has the physical capabilities to win a fist fight. this is mingyu we're talking about. but he's nervous. he's scared. he only agreed because he can't just leave you to fend off for yourself alone awh. the fight starts, the other guy attempts a right hook to his face and mingyu PANICS and OH MY GOD he's fallen to the floor— dragging you with him. he's trying his best he really is and somehow you win the fight, but you end up just as battered, or even worse than your opponents | rating: -7/10 he did more harm than good rip.

seokmin: the fuck he can't hurt an ant why the fuck would you want him involved in a fight what is wrong with you. but this is sweet seokmin, he'd still show up if you ask. NOT to participate, of course. he'll be your own cute cheerleader and maybe nurse later on if you end up getting destroyed. "NOOO Y/N GET BACK UP YOU CAN DO IT" "YES TO THE RIGHT THAT'S IT!!" he'd cry whenever you got hit, and the end results looks he was the one who got in the fight instead of you | rating: 5/10 because he gave you a hello kitty band aid afterwards.

seungkwan: he would FREAK OUT because jesus christ you're getting into a fight?? UNPREPARED??? wow you're unbelievable. he'd agree to help you, of course with equal compensation. the day of the fight comes and you're face to face with your opponent. kwan was taking a while to show up and you were starting to get worried but then he pulls up with am entire fucking posse of big scary men and you're like oh my fucking god. insant win. rating: 8/10 because the emotional trauma wasn't worth the victory.

vernon: nonie is a pacifist. no fighting!! no violence!! why would you want to fight, that's not good :( he doesn't want you to fight and holy fuck, sudden turn of events, he manages to CONVINCE you not to. and so you don't show up to the place, and your opponents got angry and stormed to find you but oh?? he managed to convince them to stop as well??? wow you go vernon show them to the path of righteousness | rating: 100/10 vernon is the peace fairy we all need.

chan: "fight??? did you say fight??? oh my god PLEASE tell me there's a fight let me fucking FIGHT" chan has been waiting for this moment oh my god. the day that he'd be able to release his pent up frustrations from because of his hyungs. he's unhinged. unstoppable. oh my god what have you done you've just caused an irreversible awakening. please tell me you have the money for a bail and for a funeral because those guys aren't coming out alive | rating: 10/10 you won. yeah you did. congrats. the next problem is how to hide a dead body.

[samwinchestersgf]

obsession (part one)

prompt: “oh my god! he’s obsessed with you!”

warnings: horror, gore, obsessive weirdo, protective sam. nothing worse than what’s in the show, but still unsettling.

pairing: sam x reader

note: any message y/n sends is in ‘’. her other messages are not.

“excuse me?” i clear my throat.

a tall man with smoldering eyes turns around and looks down at me. “hm?”

“this is so random, but could you give me a ride? i’m supposed to be meeting my boyfriend, and i’m really late, and my phone is dead, and i just-“

“sure. but, are you sure you should be getting in the car with a stranger.” he raises an eyebrow, questioning my sanity.

“i noticed the uber sticker on the back of your car.” i point out with a smile.

“y’know, i’m off the clock...” his voice trails off.

i clear my throat, “that’s fine. um, i was just wondering. have a nice day!”

i turn around and awkwardly shuffle awah as the thunder roars even louder. soon, the small mist coming down from the sky will turn into a heavy pour. sam is probably worried sick about me, and i just can’t do anything. there’s no pay phones or anything, and i don’t have is number memorized anyways.

“no!” he calls out to me as i turn around. “i mean, it’s okay, really. i don’t mind.”

the first thick raindrop splashes onto my head. “thank you so much! i can pay you once we’re at his apartment. i just-“

“it’s fine. i’ve been looking for my random act of kindness for the day anyways.” he shrugs, opening the passengers door for me.

i duck in, clutching the knife in my pocket just in case. i might be making a stupid decision by getting in the car with this random man, but it’s my only choice. i may as well being insane in a safe manner.

“how far?” he asks, starting the car.

“only a few minutes. it’s 327 park way.” i respond.

he takes a left. “if you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing out there all alone? it’s, like, 11 pm.”

“he was supposed to meet me at this coffee shop. we, uh-“ i make up a lie on the spot. “we have a lot of college work to do. then, he called and said he wasn’t feeling well and that we should just cancel.”

“so, he left you stranded out there?” he asks.

i shake my head vigorously. “no, i decided to go over to take care of him, and i said i’d be there in a few minutes. well, my phone died so i couldn’t call an uber, so i kept walking. i still had a mile or two to walk, and then i saw you.”

“maybe next time don’t walk in the first place. uber straight where you’re supposed to go, especially at night.” he advises.

“noted.” i laugh.

“if i had a girlfriend, i wouldn’t let her go walking at night alone, even if it was just across the street. this city is full of creeps.” his tone gets a little more serious.

“he normally wouldn’t. he’s just been sick lately.” i assure him. “i’m glad you’re just a normal person though, not a creep.”

“i dunno, i pour my milk before my cereal.” he jokes.

i snort. “you are a creep! you’re a self-aware creep!”

“it’s just better that way.” he throws his hands up in defense, before returning them to the wheel.

“you think cereal is better soggy? god, get me out of the car.” i fake vomit.

“what other reason do people put milk in their cereal?!” he chuckles.

“it’s a flavor enhancer.” i roll my eyes.

“that’s why i add it first.” he points out.

“disgusting.” i huff in a joking manner as he parks the car.

“is this it?” he asks.

i nod. “yep.”

“this is phil’s motels.” he raises an eyebrow.

i rub the back of my neck. “uh, yeah.”

“you said you needed a ride to your boyfriend’s apartment.” he catches on to the lie.

look, i lied a lot. sam’s not my boyfriend, but i told him that he was so that he’d know i was going to see a man, so he wouldn’t try to follow me in. this isn’t his apartment, it’s a shabby motel because we’re on a hunt.

“ummm...” i hesitate.

he laughs. “did you make me drive you here for some shady hookup?”

“no! my boyfriend and i are just traveling.” i lie.

“why didn’t you just saw so?” he tilts his head.

“because of you’re reaction to the motel!” i laugh and smack his arm. “i didn’t want you to think i was a prostitute or something!”

he stares at me for a second. “i never caught your name.”

“it’s y/n. y/n l/n.” i cheesily shake his hand.

“i’m bryan. say, why don’t you let me give you my number so that you know who to call next time you need a ride.” he offers.

i show him my phone. “dead.”

“well, you give me your number, and i’ll next you so you can save my contact when your phone is charged.” he suggests.

“okay, sure.” i grab his phone and type my number in. i hand it back to him. “you know, it’s raining really hard. why don’t you come in and let me make you a coffee while the rain settles?”

“i dunno. maybe your boyfriend wouldn’t-“

i interrupt. “oh, he’s harmless. seriously, let me return the favor.”

“okay, okay.” he agrees, taking his key out of the ignition.

i walk him up to the door, and pull my key from my pocket. i wiggle it into the cheap motel lock and finally get it open. when we get in, i slip my wet shoes and coat on. he keeps his on.

“sam?” i call out.

he comes rushing over from the side room. “holy shit, y/n! i was worried about you.”

“i’m okay, i’m sorry. i’ll explain later.” i frown.

“who are you?” he asks, looking at bryan.

“babe,” i emphasize, hoping he’ll catch on and play along. “this is bryan. he gave me a ride over so i offered him inside for a coffee.”

“um, alright. thanks for getting my girlfriend home safely, bryan.” he shakes his hand.

i walk over to the coffee pot, which is conveniently still hot, and pour some into a mug. he clears his throat.

“actually, um, i think i’ll go.” he says awkwardly.

i turn around and catch sam giving him the death glare. i place the mug on the counter. “are you sure? i promise he doesn’t bite.”

i nudge sam in the shoulder, and he shrugs me off. then, he wraps his arm around my waist, playing into the role. he changes his tone, “the storm is awfully bad out there, bryan.”

“no, um, it’s okay. i have somewhere to be. take care.” he rushes out the door.

i turn to sam. “you’re such an ass.”

“what?” he asks innocently, drinking from the fresh mug of coffee.

“you scared him off!” i laugh.

“he’s a creep, y/n. he was looking at you, and...” his voice trails off.

“and what?” i roll my eyes.

“it was creepy!” he finishes.

“he didn’t have bad intentions, never did. he knew, well, er, thought from the start that you were my boyfriend and still wanted to help me.” i inform him.

sam scoffs. “really? did he give you his number?”

“he tried. my phone is dead, that’s part of the reason i needed a ride.” i answer, shrugging.

“so, there was no number exchanging?” he raises an eyebrow.

“well-“

“y/n! you gave him your number?!” he throws his hands up exasperatedly.

“look, he was nice, okay? he helped me, and i’m still alive!” i argue.

“guys don’t normally kill girls that they’re in love with.” he raises his voice.

“he is not in love with me. we were in the car for 10 minutes tops.” i groan.

he pinches his nose. “i’m telling you, it’s a guy thing. we can just tell.”

“you can’t be in love with someone you don’t know.” i cross my arms.

“tell him that.” he answers smugly.

“you are so weird! he probably won’t even text me.” i tell him.

“plug your phone in. there’s probably already a text.” he hypothesizes.

i do as he says, plugging my phone in. it makes a minute to reboot, and we both sit in silence watching it. once it turns on, i connect to my data, and sure enough, there’s a text.

hey, it’s bryan. i sure hope you didn’t give me a fake number lol

i roll my eyes, “that doesn’t mean anything.”

“it means everything.” he testifies.

i throw my hands up. “you know what, who cares?! maybe he does like me. is there a problem with that?”

“no problem.” he answers quickly. “just super weird.”

i ignore him and text bryan back.

‘haha, no. this is my real number.’

he replies almost instantly.

good, good.

is your boyfriend mad?

i laugh.

‘he’s fine.’

i sit down the phone. “he’s not that weird, sam.”

————————————————

i shiver in my coat. my fingers twirl around the loose strings in my pockets. i really need a new coat, especially if sam and i are gonna keep working cases in chicago in the middle of winter.

i order my coffee at the counter, thanking the barista as i grab it. my small hands are instantly warmed up, and i take a much needed deep breath. i notice how i shake as i do so. is it from the nerves or the cold? i guess i’ll never know.

my phone buzzes in my pocket. it’s sam texting me. unknowingly, i smile and take a seat while texting him back.

everything okay?

‘everything’s great. i got coffee.’

iced?

‘i’m not a maniac. it’s like, 4 degrees out here.’

i sit my phone on the table and take another sip of my coffee.

stay warm, and please don’t get into random guys’ cars.

i roll my eyes and reply. ‘okay, dad’

just looking out for, that’s all.

what coffee shop are you at? i have a minute. i can meet you.

i pick my phone up to reply, but i get distracted by a tap on my shoulder. i turn around, and give my eyes a second to adjust to the person right behind me.

“bryan?” i ask.

“haha, yep. is this seat taken?” he asks, gesturing to the seat in front of me.

“um, no.” i shake my head.

my phone buzzes again. hello? did you fall off the face of the earth?

“you look super cold.” he points out.

i smile meekly. “can you blame me? it’s like, 4 degrees outside.”

“it’s in the 30s, nowhere near as cold as it normally gets.” he chuckles. “you must be from somewhere warm.”

did you get into a stranger’s car again? :/

“i’m not really from anywhere,” i explain. i pick up my phone.

‘haha, super funny.’

“i’m sorry, am i bothering you?” he tilts his head.

i shake my head. “sorry, no. my boyfriend is just blowing up my phone.”

“is he meeting you?” bryan asks.

“no, he’s busy doing stuff.” i respond.

seriously, where are you?

i begin responding, ‘joe’s cof’ but i’m interrupted again before i can send the message.

“stuff?” he raises an eyebrow.

y/n please answer your phone

“yeah, he’s a busy guy.” i smile and nod.

“too busy to meet his girlfriend for coffee?” he takes a slight dig at sam.

you’re worrying me

can you just answer

y/n what the hell answer the phone

“he was going to try. but, yeah, too busy at the moment.” i laugh his insult off.

“you should come back to my place with me! i’ve got the heat on. it’s just down the road.” he suggests.

my phone vibrates on the table. i pick it up and give bryan a sorry look. “that’s him.”

“oh.” he blinks.

“maybe another time. bye, bryan.” i wave and pick up my coffee, and then answer my phone. “hey, baby.”

“can you seriously not answer a text? i was worried about you.” he sounds frantic, but not mad.

i walk out the door of the coffee shop. “i’m sorry. that bryan guy from yesterday was talking to me.”

“talking as in, like, he was actually there?” sam asks.

“yes, he was. don’t start.” i warn him.

“i won’t. can you come to the address i texted you? it’s just a simple ghost case and it’ll be really good to teach you.” he questions.

“yes, i’ll be there.” i agree.

“please don’t ride with bryan.” he emphasizes the word with extra venom.

i scoff, “i won’t.”

79 christopher road.

i show up at the house, and sam is standing outside waiting for me. he smiles, probably because bryan is no where in sight and briefs me about the case. apparently, these people buried their daughter in the backyard, and now she’s haunting them. they went out of town, so its a simple salt and burn.

“now, sometimes when you burn these things, they try to stop you.” he tells me. “so, while i’m doing this, your job is to look out and protect me, okay?”

“right, got it.” i nod as he gives me an iron bar.

it’s already dug up. he coats the body in salt. i don’t watch. then, he drops a match and the body bursts up in flames. it smells very bad.

“sam!” i exclaim as i see an apparition.

“hit it!” he shouts.

i swing the iron rod and it goes fully through the ghost, causing her to disappear. the adrenaline is coursing through my body. i can hear my heart beating so fast that it might jump out of my chest.

“she’ll come back.” he warns.

i swing the rod again, causing her to disappear once more. “she’s angry.”

“we’re killing her. of course she’s angry.” he laughs.

sam just watches as she appears again. he trusts me, and knows what i’m capable of. he knows when he needs to step in, and when i can handle it. right now, he knows i’m able to handle it.

she appears for the third time. i groan and get ready to swing, but she stops mid ‘step’ and bursts into flames. i jump back and watch as she burns and evaporates.

“and, that’s it.” he smiles, high-giving me. “you did really well.”

“this isn’t really a celebration moment, but, just know, i’m excited.” i point out.

he snorts. “right. grab a shovel.”

after reburying the body and leaving the premise as if nothing happened, sam and i take his car back to the motel. my phone buzzes in the car.

did you get where you’re going safely?

‘yeah. i’m good.’

“who are you texting?” sam asks.

“bryan.”

“bryan sure texts you a lot for someone who thinks you have a boyfriend.” he scoffs.

“he’s friendly.” i dismiss him.

that’s good. i’m glad you’re safe.

“what’s he saying?” sam asks.

“wow. in my business, much?” i roll my eyes.

“you’re gonna tell me either way.” he laughs.

i cross my arms. “he was just making sure i got to you safely.”

“oh god!” sam exclaims. “he’s so obsessed with you!”

“he is not!”

“if a guy is making sure you’re safe all the time, it’s because he loves you.” he explains.

“you’re reading too much into it.” i counter.

“i just think it’s weird that he loves you, when to him, you have a boyfriend.” he pushes further.

“last time i checked, you aren’t my actual boyfriend.” i sigh exasperatedly. “so, unless you are, you can’t tell me who i can and can’t text.”

okay, maybe i do wish sam were my actual boyfriend. he’s a sweet guy, and definitely not unattractive. i like him a lot. but, it’s obviously not reciprocated.

‘thank you.’

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another case, same town, and the same coffee shop. it’s the same temperature, too, so i’m basically freezing down to my bones. i get the same coffee order and text sam.

‘do you think i’ll be able to help you today?’

‘or am i gonna have to be lonely again?’

sorry

this case is kinda extreme.

i’ll try to finish quickly so we can hang out.

‘yes please.’

“why, hey stranger.” someone calls out to me. i look up, and bryan is sitting in front of me.

“hey bryan.” i wave. “are you stalking me?”

he furrows his eyebrows. “this is a very common coffee shop.”

“i know, i-“

“i’m not some kind of weirdo, you know. i’m just a nice guy who offered you a ride and is trying to be friendly.” he defends himself. “i’m also a local here, so i’ve been getting coffee from here for a long time.”

“i’m sorry. i was joking.” i apologize awkwardly.

“oh.” he clears his throat.

“yea.” i nod.

“my bad. are you busy today?” he asks.

“uh, no, actually. my boyfriend’s busy all day so i’m kind of just.. alone.” i explain.

“come to my place!” he suggests.

i sigh, “ummm...”

“c’mon. i thought we already established i wasn’t some weirdo.” he jokes.

“fine, fine.” i laugh.

i hop into the familiar passenger seat. we listen to the radio on the way to his place. i sing along, which he finds funny. i catch him staring at me every now and then. he even missed a green light or two.

my hunter’s instincts go off. sam has trained me to be careful around these kinds of people. he’s obviously not a ghost. if he’s a werewolf, i’m not in any immediate danger because it’s not a full moon. so, maybe he’s a vampire and he’s luring me back to his house to kill me inconspicuously.

we walk into his house. it’s pretty nice. the hardwood floors are almost spotless, and the furniture shows no signs of any stains. i clutch the knife in my pocket.

“make yourself at home. we can watch a movie or something.” he suggests.

“um, yeah. of course.” i nod.

he looks puzzled. “are you nervous or something?”

“i-“

“y/n, we’ve already been over this. i’m not some psychopath that kills people.” he sighs.

“i know, i know.” i deflect. “i think i just had too much coffee.”

“jittery?” he asks.

“yeah.”

my heart beats way too fast. i feel like it’s going to burst out of my chest. it’s not the good type of adrenaline that i enjoy when i’m hunting. it’s not the helpful kind of adrenaline that has saved my life so many times. it’s adrenaline based off pure fear.

with my defeaning heartbeat echoing in my ears, i decide to bite the police. i slice my palm with the knife in my pocket and then bring it out. bryan turns around with a look of concern.

“i, uh, could i have a bandaid or something?” i ask.

“how did you cut your hand?” he asks, confused.

“i have a pocket knife in my pocket.” i half-lie. its not a pocket knife, but...

“you’re so clumsy. follow me.” he beckons.

i follow him into the bathroom. he opens the cabinet and hands me the biggest bandaid i’ve ever seen, with a slight smile on his face. i observe his smile. there’s no fangs in sight. he’s just a normal guy.

“thanks.” i smile back, bandaging myself up.

my phone rings and i pick up. “hello?”

“hey. my case is over. meet me back at the motel?” sam’s voice stings my ears. i miss him.

“of course! yea, i’ll be right there.” i smile.

“okay, bye. stay safe.” i can hear the smile in his voice.

i hang up the phone and turn toward bryan. “i’m sorry to cut this short, i-“

“ditching me to go hang out with your boyfriend again, huh?” he asks bitterly.

“uh, yea. sorry.” i offer him a faux smile.

“at least let me drive you back,” he offers. he grabs his keys off the counter and jingles them.

“actually, i think i’ll just get a cab. thanks for the offer.” i wave at him and grab my coat from the front door.

i feel uneasy. i walk down the street as fast as i can without looking suspicious. now, i realize the severity of the situation. he might not be a creep, but if he is, i am very much in danger.

he has my phone number; he knows where i’m sleeping; he knows i’m alone most of the day; he knows everything and i’ve known him for two days.

but, that’s not anything to worry about. bryan is just a normal guy, right?

right?

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