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Oh, its a FOP Madoka Magica AU fanfic... 🥺🥺🥺😢😢😢
I think the baseline draft here so far is pretty solid. I understand the premise of the plot and how and why it went there. I'm not sure if this fic has a definite ending or if this is just the background prologue explanation story to Timmy's whereabouts in FOPANW.
So..., who granted that wish? Was it the Fairy Council? Or is it his Fairy Godparents?
After the wish has been granted, does this make Timmy similar to the other mythical (magical beings that are different/above than fairies) creatures like Father Time, Cupid, Easter Bunny, etc.?
I'm understanding Timmy now is kinda like an overseer of the universe after that wish. That makes him somewhat OP and omnipotent lmao.
Also, kinda sad that he doesn't find value in continuing his life in the physical world. ("It's A Wishful Life" episode kinda hinted at this type of outcome as a possible future, what i mean is he doesn't think of himself so highly but he cares about others too much, like his fairy family) 🥺🥺🥺
Still, I think this fic has a solid foundation! I'm wondering how can Hazel help in reuniting them, since Timmy isn't exactly accessible through normal means now.
I'm just not sure how this fic will be executed in full (or if it's just a short story, it depends on you, you're the writer). Still, I am intrigued and fascinated so far.
Besides that, I don't mind being tagged if you just want outsiders opinions on something. I'm a pretty flexible guy. It's just that sometimes I might be too busy or what you're asking is out of my depth of knowledge that I can't help much. Those are the only limitations that I can think of though.
Yeah, so have fun with the fic! I don't mind if you want to continue this discussion though. If you're going to just continue writing, then good luck! I will check it out when you're ready to share it.
I'm not sure how to tag you lol, so I will just type this as a repost.
I'm working on a Fop au where a 17 year old Timmy wants to wish himself out of existence- but for real this time.
I have the basic outline pretty much done but not really at a point where I want to share it. Hopefully I'll get there this weekend.
To make a long story short, Timmy couldn't wish himself out of existence but, he made such a convincing case to the Fairy Council that, they let him rewrite history so he could avoid making most of his more catastrophic wishes. Effectively writing the current version of Timmy out of existence.
There are some things Timmy couldn't change per the Fairy Council, ruining Crocker's life being one of them. And Timmy refuses to unwish his baby brother.
Timmy's final request was that he could watch over his fairy family and make sure they never question why their memories don't quite line up with reality.
The Council agrees but due to some unforseen circumstances Timmy can only oversee Cosmo and Wanda, he has no influence on Poof/Peri. So he just has to hope that Peri doesn't question anything.
The part I'm stuck on is the part where it ties into a new wish.
In this Au Dev still has Peri. I'm going to be vague on if he never lost Peri to begin with or if he was given a second chance later on since it's not really relevant to the plot of the fic.
I want Hazel and her friends to be the ones responsible for reuniting Timmy with his fairy family. I just don't know how Timmy would be brought up.
If anyone has any questions or suggestions please share!
#fairly oddparents#the fairly oddparents#fop#fop au#timmy turner#fop timmy#Rewritten Wish AU#i think madoka's last wish before she became god is to wish that she could prevent the existence of all witches before they were born#her first wish before the whole rewind time fiasco is to save a black cat's life...#i guess i can see the similarities to timmy and madoka they both care too much...#hm its just that they both have different home life situations madoka's family is pretty chill#while timmy's birth family is uh a mixed bag lol whereas his fairy family is the one that he truly feels like his love is returned#timmy does spend more time with his fairy family anyway so i guess both madoka and timmy have loving families but in different situations?#i am intrigued how you will implement elements from Madoka Magica into FOP#i hope the writing process goes well not sure what to tag more honestly lol#nickelodeon#you can make me cry when writing this fic lol i love me gutwrenching stories#usagifuyusummer reply posts#i am open to discussions!
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"You're loved. Don't forget."
More ramblings and concept art below lmao.
I am devastated on thinking Timmy's fate in the series... I won't put my faith that they will handle it well, so I'll just indulge in fanworks to fill in this void. If they ever do it well one day, then I'll be there for the encore.
For now, I think you'll see a lot of somewhat depressed art on FOP for a while lol. Not continuous mind you! University is a bitch to get through. Whenever I'm free that is. Which is on long stretches of time unfortunately... Still, when I'm not posting trash, I'll be around observing quietly. You can guarantee that at least.
The work this time is inspired by @xblubotx (the adopted parents kissing Timmy one so cute omgosh) and @cubbihue FOP AU (sorry I have not memorised your AU yet). I admire that Blubot can adapt the FOP artstyle so well lmao. It'll be lightyears before I can do that 😭😭😭. Also, their Timmy fanarts break my heart, thank you. For the fairies design, I took inspiration from Cubbihue's AU. I think it's cute that they have tails, but there's not much I can say regarding their AU since its still developing. Take your time on that and have fun by the way.
The context for this one is just that Timmy is embarassed that Cosmo and Wanda are giving him the affection he is missing out from his parents. Poof is laughing from Timmy's embarrassment lol. (Not using Poof's new name because that is not that iteration of his character.) Timmy got a lot of fairy dust to remove from his face on that day...
Hm, are there side-effects to fairies kissing a mortal (on the cheeks hehe)? I kinda wish there was a comprehensive mythology book for stuff like that. There's some sources where I read that fairies kissing humans can actually result in their soul being whisked away to the other world (essentially dying yeah) and some sources say that fairies kissing you means its their way of marking territory or for good luck??? I wonder where those myths came from... but it is fascinating to think about. I guess Timmy will die young then /jk lol.
I got input from my younger sister that a darker color background is better than the dark blue one I used initially. I'm quite unsure on this, so I'll just post them all... I also don't think I nailed Cubbihue's AU on the fairy sizes... It's hard to accurately draw characters on a specific scale for me... Oh well, I can practice more. This took me 3 days at least. Also, here's a png version of the piece and two photos of the concept sketches.
I think that's all I want to yap about. Thanks for reading and have a nice day. See you when my homework isn't killing me.
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Nestled
Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader (A/B/O AU)
Word Count: 1,245
Summary: Joel's been away taking care of things and when he returns it's impossible to hide how much you've missed him.
Author's Note: This is my first ever A/B/O fic and it's for my lovely friend Suz's @targaryenvampireslayer Blind Date Writing Challenge! The trope I got was A/B/O and my dialogue prompt is bolded in the story! I want to give special thanks to my sweet friend Eva @biteofcherry for looking this over for me and helping me navigate this universe. She has the most amazing A/B/O AU with Ari that you can read HERE! Thank you all so much for reading and much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the awesome @firefly-in-darkness thank you Daisy🥰
Warnings: lots of soft sweet fluffiness, alpha!Joel has a dominant edge but he's soft and sexy for his omgea, finger-ing, ora-l (f rec)
Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist
The softness of his shirt feels perfect against your sensitive skin and as you cuddle the fabric you fall deeper into the cocoon of his scent, surrounded by the warmth of your blankets and pillows.
The dainty string of fairy lights glows softly against the backdrop of darkness that filters in through the large windows but even with their light the stars in the sky shine more brightly, twinkling like diamonds.
You sigh and fight the heavy feel of your eyelids as they press closed. He should be home soon and you want to be awake. Want to see him. Want to feel him. You need him.
With the last lingering thoughts of his touch your breathing starts to even out but just before you succumb to sleep your body starts to thrum with awareness and you know he’s back.
You sit up and stretch just as he appears in the doorway, filling the space with his broad shoulders.
“Joel,” you whisper.
He walks toward you with even and purposeful steps, stopping just outside your nesting space. He smiles with admiration and love at what you’ve created and when his eyes meet yours you see it there and it fills your heart up.
“Darlin’,” he coos before he bends down and climbs in next to you, taking note of his shirt draped over your otherwise bare skin with a pleased hum.
You curl into his embrace and purr as he nuzzles your neck and inhales your scent. He rubs his nose along your jaw, following with butterfly kisses until he finds your lips and seals them with his.
When he pulls away your eyes are still closed and your lips are curved into a satisfied smile.
“Look at me darlin’.”
Your eyelids slowly flutter open and meet his gaze.
“Have you been takin’ care of yourself while I was gone?”
You nod. “Mm hm. Just like you told me.”
He gives you an approving smile and cradles your cheek in one large hand, brushing his thumb gently across your skin.
“That’s my good girl.”
You preen under his praise, your skin heating and tingles running down your spine.
He cradles you against his chest as his hands slide over your curves and his fingers slip under the hem of his shirt.
You burrow to him, kissing his neck and loving the feel of the scruffy hair lining his skin and humming as his scent envelopes you in a feeling of safety and love. With your head resting against his shoulder you look up into the night sky and follow the path of a shooting star.
“They’re so beautiful,” you whisper.
“Hm?” he murmurs and you turn your face to his. He’s staring. At you.
“The stars…they’re beautiful.”
His eyes never move from your face.
“Not as beautiful as you,” he says quietly.
“I missed you Joel.”
His fingertips graze the soft skin of your stomach before sliding lower and teasing your thigh.
Your arousal spikes the air and he growls low and deep.
“I know,” he groans as your sweet scent wafts up to his nose.
He pushes you down until you’re spread out beneath him and with gentle hands he lifts his shirt up and off your body.
“I can’t wait to devour you my sweet omega. It’s all I could think about.”
His dark eyes fall to your knees and he wedges his hand between them to spread you open. The heat of his skin matches yours as he skims his calloused fingers down the curve of your leg and his warm breath caresses your cheek.
“Mm…,” he hums. “Smell so good darlin.’ Sweet as sugar.”
Those long fingers move lower and brush through the slickness between your thighs. You shiver and squirm even at the lightest touch, clutching his thick wrist and urging him closer. When his lips ghost along the shell of your ear you whimper his name and arch your back, letting your legs fall open wider.
“You seem more sensitive than usual,” he murmurs, relishing the way you come alive beneath him.
“Missed you so much alpha. Need you. Please.”
His scent fills the space, strong and musky like the woods after a rain and you feel it everywhere. You thread your fingers through his dark curls as he rubs your noses together.
Your hands fumble to find the buttons of his shirt as you slide them along his chest but when his eyes meet yours you stop and heed the silent warning they hold.
“I’m going to give you what you need darlin.’ Everythin’ you need.”
Soft lips press to your neck, following the delicate curve before sweeping across your shoulder and leaving goosebumps all along your kissed skin.
His touch between your legs is still soft and teasing, making you shake with want.
“Please,” you beg.
A satisfied hum rumbles through his chest as he slips a single thick finger inside you, pumping it slowly in and out. Every stroke brings you closer to the edge and when your lips part and you plead for more he adds a second finger, stretching you just right.
“You’re dripping for me darlin’,” he growls. “I need to taste you.”
He moves lower and splays his free hand on your lower belly, pinning you down. The first sweep of his tongue is all it takes to have you choking on the scream in your throat.
Every lick and suck is deliberately torturous, sweet and languid, drawing out your bliss.
You chant his name and his silky hair slips through your fingers, gasping as the sensations become too much and you shatter apart.
He waits for your breathing to calm with tender kisses and soft licks then his hands move higher, his lips following until he’s cradling you protectively in his arms and whispering sweet praises in your ear.
You tilt your head back, stretching your throat out for the delicate nip of his teeth. He holds you down beneath him, your fingernails dancing over his taut skin as his muscles flex with his barely controlled restraint.
His nose skims along your skin then his lips soothe the spot on your neck where he previously nibbled before he does it all over again.
“Please alpha,” you whine, feeling a new wave of slickness coat your thighs.
He sinks his teeth into your throat and you let out a cry of pleasure, clinging to his shoulders and wrapping your legs around his waist.
His tongue slides over the bite and he rolls his hips, still fully clothed, and the friction between your thighs makes you purr in pleasure.
“You’re wearing too many clothes Joel.”
Your soft reprimand has him kissing you breathless and when he releases you for air he sits up and starts to unbutton his shirt.
With a gentle touch you stop the action. “Let me. Please?” you ask sweetly.
He relents and shifts so you can work your hands along the closed buttons, slowly revealing more of his warm skin.
“I love you,” he says just as your fingertips brush the fabric from his shoulders. “My omega. Mine. All mine.”
Your lips press to the spot over this heart, its beat steady and strong under your kiss. He wraps his hand around your wrist and lifts your fingers to his lips, pressing a kiss to the tip of each before guiding you to the button of his jeans.
“I love you too,” you whisper. “And I’m yours. All yours.”
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#joel miller x reader#joel miller#pedro pascal#joel miller x you#alpha!joel miller x omega!reader#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x y/n#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller imagine#alpha!joel miller#pedro pascal x reader#a/b/o au#suzsblinddatechallenge
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Hm? Wrong AU? 🤔
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*Thank you so much @ladyfreya123 for drawing Biker Luka cameo for my story 💙💙💙
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The Jock
Context-> Suguru Geto is y/ns sneaky link and he demands you tell no one about the relationship. Because outside of you two fucking, you mean nothing to him.
Warnings-> Geto is basically a bully to the reader, name calling will be mentioned.
a/n-> This is a college au if you aren’t fond of strong language, name calling, or sexual scenes then this is not the story for you. Thank you.
Fandom-> Jujutsu Kaisen
Ship-> Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader
This story will contain Sexual Content. Minors Please Do Not Interact.
I DID NOT RE READ THIS.
therefore if there are any typos i’m sorry !.
You were running around your dorm room making sure you got everything for you next class that starts in 20 minutes. You’ve never been late to a class. Ever. and you weren’t about to start now.
Gathering your things you rush out of your room and dash to your class. You don’t think you’ve even ran this fast before, the door to your classroom is approaching so you slowed down a bit to a jog not even bothering to check your surroundings which causes you to bump into someone.
You fall onto the floor, the papers that you had in your folder scattered out in front of you.
“watch where the fuck you’re going, freak.” you look up at the familiar voice only to make eye contact with the schools very popular jock.
Suguru Geto.
Someone you know all to well. You two have been sneaking around for a few months, after the first time you’ve hooked up you came up to him the next day at school and that was the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done.
It was humiliating
He acted like he didn’t even know you, he spat at your feet.
he called you a disgusting pig and told you to get lost.
All while his friends laughed.
everyone laughed at you.
so now..
you don’t know how to end this…thing the two of you have.
You can’t say you don’t enjoy the way he makes you feel when he fucks you.
In fact, you enjoy it so much you almost, almost forget how he treats you outside of the sex you have in the janitors closet.
“s-sorry..” you whisper out as you collect your things that covered the dirty tile.
“tch.” he scoffed as he watched you down at his feet trying to get the folder that was underneath his sneaker.
“um..” you look at him hesitantly. “sorry..but do you mind…l-lifting your foot?.” you ask and his eyebrows bunch together in an irritated expression.
“are you telling me what to do?.” he asks as he squats down to your level. His face close to yours.
A feeling you’re to familiar with yet you could never remember what his lips felt like.
Sometimes he wouldn’t even let you face him while he fucked you stupid.
Let’s just say that the back of your head was more appealing to him.
“oh- n-no it was just a question.” you whimper, as your eyes drift to his friends behind him, their smirks letting you know they’re enjoyed this.
“…whatever.” you hear him grumble out as he stands up quickly- his foot moving off of your folder and you don’t hesitate to grab it.
you stack your things together, keeping your eyes on the floor in front of you only to see a folded up piece of paper.
hm..
you grab it and look up, watching as geto and his jock friends leave you in the empty hallway.
you open the note.
‘after practice meet me underneath the bleachers.’
this was…new. He never left you a note. Usually he just drags you away when you’re alone.
and this was also a new..location. this was out in the open..anyone could see.
he’s not this stupid is he?..

You’re underneath the bleachers just like the note said.
You got here a bit earlier, your anxiety eating you away at what he could possibly want..
This is to public of a place for the two of you have sex. You wouldn’t allow it…
So as you sit, a book in hand, waiting for the football player to join you.
“what’re reading?.” a gruff voice asked to which you jump a little.
Your eyes find his and you smile a bit.
“ah..little women.” you tell him and he looks at you confused.
“you’re reading a book about little people?.. are they fairies or somethin’” he respond and you laugh lightly..
you didn’t catch it but your laugh made the corner of his lip quirk up into the tiniest smile.
some days aren’t as bad as others, you two have conversations every now and then, but the majority of this relationship is no talking and just rough sex. These are the days that make you forget what kind of person he truly is.
“no..it’s not.” you tell him as you stand, dusting the grass and dirt from your jeans as you stuff your book back into your bag.
“mm.” he hums out as he grabs your wrist and starts walking.
“S-Suguru?..” you question.
“what is it?.” he asks, not looking back at you as he continues to walk to the parking lot by the football field.
“where are we going?..” you allowed yourself not to panic as you watch his car grow closer and your staring at the passenger side seat as he holds the door open for you.
“you gonna get in?.”
“uh..w-where are we going?.” you ask once more and ‘tchs’
“it’s a surprise.” this is new. this is all to knew to you.. You have never been with him outside of school.
You have never been inside of his car.
yet you get in and so does he.
The drive was quiet and quick but what you weren’t expecting was..woods.
You two were in the middle of the woods.
is this his way of killing you..
shit.
Your heart rate was starting to pick up.
he helps you out of the car.
“relax.” you hear him say, in a voice so calm you swore it was a different person.
“i-i am relaxed.” you tell him and he rolls his eyes as he grabs your hand. leading you further into the woods.
As you make your way through you hear running water..
you get closer only to see a waterfall and your eyes widen.
“it’s beautiful..” you say with a hushed tone and he smiles a little as he watches you. Noticing how your nerves relaxed as you watch the water flow from the hill down the pool of water below.
“that it is..” he responds as he sits down. You taking a seat next to him.
“how’d you find this place?.” you ask, your eyes never leaving the water.
“i..was just wondering around one day and stumbled upon this. I come here sometimes to…think.” he reveals and you turn your head and look at him.
“why..did you bring me here, suguru.” You ask and he looks at you.
“just..thought we could use a different scenery when we have sex.” you don’t know why you felt your heart sting at those words.. honestly you shouldn’t have expected anything less.
“and…think of it as an apology.” your ears perk up at those words.
“yknow..for all the times i’ve been a douche.” he says and you smile a bit.
Suguru Geto..just gave you an apology.
you couldn’t believe it.
“thank you suguru..” You tell him as you lean in and place your lips onto his.
Things started to escalate pretty quickly as you ended up underneath, Your clothes thrown to the side as he brushes you hair back.
“you’re beautiful..” he whispers out and your eyes widen at such kind words..
He’s never complemented you in this way..
So you blush and he kissed your forehead.
You gasp as he pushes his dick inside of you.
Your nails immediately leaving marks on his back as you need something to grip onto.
“fuck..” he grunts out.
“i’ll never forget how tight this pussy grips me.” He says lowly as he starts to thrust in and out of your wet cunt.
This is completely different from the other times you’ve had sex. He’s being so gentle..so nice…
what’s going on?.. maybe he’s had a change of heart..
“hey..focus on me.” he slaps your cheek lightly as his thrust grow harsher..
“y-yes...sugu~” you moan out, not realizing what you said. As you focus on the way his dick fits perfectly inside of you.
Filling you up so good that your legs shake as you wrap them around his waist.
“f-fuck..princess. Don’t call me that.” He groans as he feels you squeeze around him. Him on the verge of cumming inside of you at your choice of words.
“sugu~..f-faster…” you say not caring how he told you not to call him that. You feel his speed pick up as you hold onto him tightly.
“s-shit..baby…gonna cum..” he moans out as he feels you getting closer to your release.
your heart fluttering at the nicknames he’s using.
“w-where..” he asks
“…i-inside.” your reply makes him stop. and your eyes shoot open as you look at him, panting.
“w…what?.” he says.
“cum inside me..sugu~” you tell him and you brush his hair back.
His pace starting back up quickly as you both cum together.
You moaning as you feel his hot cum spurt out inside of you.
To you this is the best sex the two of you ever had. You silently thinking how different things will be tomorrow..How you’ll be able to talk with him in public, maybe hold his hand.
you couldn’t wait.
but to Suguru Geto..
The way he felt when he saw you smile and laugh at his jokes, made his heart and his head confused. He doesn’t really know why he brought you to his spot. He refuses to believe that these feelings mean anything..so to him this is just a normal day and nothing is going to change.
He’ll back to ignoring you in public and fucking you in private 
This is kind of sloppy and i apologize, but nonetheless i i hope you enjoyed. 
-M
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk suguru#geto suguru#jjk shoko#jjk anime#jujutsu geto#geto x reader#geto smut#jjk smut#anime#anime manga#getou suguru x y/n#gojo satoru#choso kamo#sukuna
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Trick or treat ….. Jude Jazza fairy please ✨
full moon encounters.
431 words. halloween event. au. features: fairy! jude jazza × gn! reader.
꒰ summary ꒱ they say the full moon can tamper with one’s sense of direction. in which case, only the mysterious, curious spirits may accompany you to the end.
the moon appeared larger than usual tonight, and around you were trees, and before you a winding path.
i could have sworn i was going straight, but this path zig zags?
your heart was beating out of your chest, the anxiety from being lost starting to make it hard to breathe. it was only your eye caught an amethyst glow in your periphery that your anxiety turned into rapture. your hand reached out to touch that orb-like light, relishing its slightly cool sensation as it faded to nothingness.
“didn’t anyone teach ya not to wander in places ya don’t know when the moon’s full?”
you turned at the voice, finding a silver-haired man. notably, he had wings, illuminated by the bewitching moonlight. fairies with mysterious powers were rumored to reside in forests, away from humans — he must be one.
“hah, what’s with that look? the road ain’t gettin’ any straighter with ya dozin’ off like some twit.”
“i could do without the twit…” you muttered.
“yeah?” his grin only widened. “well, seein’ as yer lost n’ cowerin’ round here, i see no bigger one than ya.” his voice was a bit teasing, maybe sadistic even.
he walked past you and ahead of you, not bothering to turn back. “wh—are you just going to leave me here?!” you shout, chasing after his distancing back.
“if yer gonna cause trouble, then don’t bother.”
so… does that mean i can, if i don’t cause trouble…?
at first, you took smaller steps, testing if he’d barrage you with more insults, but gradually, you found your steps growing more steady. being around him even started to feel safe. he didn’t talk to you, but he walked with smaller steps over time, as though making sure to pace himself so you wouldn’t lose him.
this continued to the end of the path, where he finally spoke: “oi.”
“hm?”
when you turned to him, you were met with a small pain on your forehead. it took you a moment to realize he flicked it. “ow…!”
“that’s yer punishment.” there was that grin again. “don’t go wanderin’ places ya don’t know, ya twit.”
that was the last thing you heard him say. your vision was blurry as sleepiness wrapped you in its gentle embrace, so you didn’t know what expression he was wearing, or how those amethyst eyes shone…
but his voice was a tad softer than it had been. that, you were sure of.
after all, for how mean he was to you on the way out of that forest, you would loathe to miss such a thing.
fin.
꒰ tag list . ꒱ @drachonia @weepinglycoris @velisle @candiedcoffeedrops @.comment to be added or removed!
꒰ dedication . ꒱ @judesmoonbeauty | til 10 , 31 , 24! send me “ trick ” or “ treat �� and an ikévil character for a drabble! 🎃
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you guys I am so normal about the horses
MDZS Equineswap 2: The girls are here too
[Horse-side of the swap]
#mdzs#equineswap au#fanart????#the brainworms are strong with this one#op i need the plot for this please#poorly drawn mdzs#my art#this is like way more important to me than it should be i don't even know anything about them#LOOK at little apple's design tho!!!!!#look at fairy!!!!!#how could you not care them hm???#no i don't have trouble staying on model shhhhhhhh
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Hello! Sorry to bother you, I think your FOP AU about Timmy being the manifestation of the Birthday Celebration is pretty cool and neato! (and funnily adorable because I remembered that was just a disguise costume he puts on a whim in that Christmans Forever episode lmao) I think I have a lot of questions regarding your AU, but I don't want to overwhelm you. So, I'll start with this first.
I was wondering at what age did Timmy become hm, how would you call it..., a magical being? Is it after he no longer has access to his fairy godparents (adulthood) or was it during his teen years or is it from an earlier age?
Also, if you don't mind, how about I request a drawing of Timmy with his fairy family in matching aesthetics to the Birthday Boy design lol? (You don't have to do this if it's too much, I'm just asking for fun hehe.)
Still, cool AU!!! 💖💖💖
Awwwww thank you for the kind words!!! Asks like these are never a bother!
To answer the question: I would imagine it was shortly after he became an adult, my line of logic is how he became a holiday manifestation is “Magic is believing”- Since the other holidays pretty much fully believed Timmy when he said he was the birthday boy, it planted that little seed of magic. And overtime as the other holidays thought more about it/talked more about Birthday Boy he slowly gained the Birthday Magic-
Also I absolutely HAD to draw Cosmo and Wanda meeting Timmy again!! Peri would have probably told them about him after Dev’s failed wish, and they IMMEDIATELY popped over to say hi!
#it was very fun to draw them!! although the pose gave me hell lmao- I eventually settled on replicating that hug emoji thing#also genuinely. thank you very much for the ask- was feeling awful from smth else and the kind words made my day better#timmy turner#fop timmy#cosmo and wanda#fairly oddparents#fop au#ned's doodle corner#birthday boy au
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CHESHIRE ! — Nishimura Riki (TEASER)
SYNOPSIS. Y/N Cheshire lived her life carefree. Being the daughter of the Cheshire Cat made her more inclined to not take anything seriously and to just have a little bit of fun in everything she does. Whether it was pulling pranks, sneaking up on people, or making jabs at her friends- Y/N kept a Cheshire’s smile on her face. Because of that, she just couldn’t take Chaehyun Cupid seriously when she claimed that Y/N had a crush on Riki Wonderland.
PAIRING. Kitty Cheshire! Y/N x Alistair Wonderland! Riki
(btw im not shipping kitty and alistair i just based them off the characters)
GENRE. Ever After High AU, High school AU, Fluff, Slight Angst
WARNINGS. bad parental relationship, ooc riki umm, expected word count is like 15k yea ik. long fic.
RELEASING. published!
NOTES. if u haven’t seen ever after high it’s ok u can still read this all u rly need to know is that the students of eah r the children of fairy tale ppl like snow white or cinderella and they have to follow the paths of their parents and stuff Yassssss
After sometime, Riki opened his mouth. “I know I already asked this earlier, but why did you come here? You know, to stargaze.” As if he wasn’t satisfied with her answer.
He was right in thinking that her answer wasn’t what she truly wanted to say, but it just felt awkward to give an exact reason. Her relationship with her mom was something she could barely tell her only 3 friends about, let alone someone she barely considered an acquaintance.
But Y/N knew Riki was a reliable guy; she had heard it often from Soul, Rei, and Giselle. And maybe for once she would let herself put faith into another person.
“I’ll only tell if you tell me why you like stargazing.”
Riki blew out a breath in thought. “Hm… I don’t know if I can give an exact reason for that. I was just bored one day and ended up coming across this place. That’s what made me stargaze, but something about it just felt so comforting to me that I wanted to do it more often.” He answered, a soft smile gracing his lips. “But that’s not exactly a good reason.”
“I think it suits you.” Y/N whispered out. “I’m sure you have your own stresses with being the son of Alice in Wonderland. It would make sense that having a hobby like this to come back to is something you enjoy.”
He pondered on it for a moment. Maybe she was right. He then chuckled at this side of her he had never seen before. “You’re a lot more poetic than you let on. Anyways I answered your question, can you answer mine?”
Y/N considered answering it, she truly did, but as much as she wanted to open up there was the side of her that wanted to keep everything inside. Her mother had always told her that vocalizing your feelings does nothing good and only makes people pity you.
One thing Y/N despised was being pitied. It only reminded her of how her mother referred to her as a ‘pitiful girl’ and how she would amount to nothing.
So she slowly shook her head. “No, I don’t think I can.”
Riki felt himself beginning to sit up to look at the girl. There was something off about her. The way she spoke to him and the way that she carried herself… she wasn’t acting as she always had. Normal Y/N would be more playful and even mischievous. But now, there was a certain sadness in her entire being that seemed to be throwing her off her rhythm. And it only made Riki more and more curious about her.
“Okay, I get it. You don’t have to tell me.” Riki smiled, before continuing. “I just hope it doesn’t take away your chaotic spirit. You know, I kind of like that about you.”
A sigh left Y/N’s lips at his words. “You don’t mean that, Wonderland.”
“I mean every word, Cheshire.”
Y/N could only roll her eyes before slowly evaporating into the night, using her invisibility and teleportation to finally go back home.
Left lingering in the air was her Cheshire’s smile, which disappeared last and left Riki staring at the wisps of where she had sat only moments prior.
Maybe it made sense that Riki enjoyed stargazing. In a way, there was something about him that was made of the stars. No matter what he did, he always seemed to shine brighter than all the others. There was something about Riki that felt that he belonged up in the sky, giving life to the night and adding a certain glimmer to the auras.
Riki had his own place amongst the sky, and she wished she could be like that too. But after speaking to him, maybe there was nowhere she could have her own place in. Y/N could only wait for the day that she could contribute to a bigger picture, and take a larger part in his story. After all, she had always wanted her own place within the stars.
But for now, all she could do was hope she would become more than just the Cheshire Cat’s daughter.
authors note. postinf this after jay noticed me on his weverse live i am not well. anyways it’s coming 🤓🤓 those 10k words sitting in my drafts r waiting to be released don’t worry babies mommys almost done
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pixie hollow x hms au!
This is more of a lighthearted au, for funsies. i wasnt gonna do anything with it but i kinda got attached so who knows :]
Anyways! I used to be obsessed with pixie hollow stuff when i was younger (yes i did cry when the online game shut down :[ ) and ive had this idea for a while so now that i have these thoughts in my head im just gonna start rambling
To start off, fairies are born when a baby laughs for the first time, and fairy siblings happen when a laugh gets split into two or more parts (making them identical). I thought it would be cute if these three came from Whole’s laugh when he was a baby, making them triplets (also pink wings bc i associate Whole with pink!). Though the problem is, the fairy siblings always have the same talents…well, i said “fuck you disney this is MY lore now”. This is also why Apollo is a tinker talent with storm/electric subtalent (which does not exist but, again, fuck disney i do what i want…also tinker and storm were tied in the poll i did a couple days ago, so…).
I think that it would be a fun idea if they all met Whole when he’s all grown and stuff. They wouldnt be able to understand each other but they can be like…annoying flies to whole or something idk
technically fairies live with others that have the same talent as them, so these three would probably be the same but meet up a lot to hang out (aka get into trouble)
I think that's all i have so far! hopefully its not too confusing. i havent seen the movies for years now so most of everything is from memory
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Children of the Night Part 2 (Steddie X You)
A/N: Shhhhhhhhh my angsty brain has entered the chat :P.
Warnings: Vampire Daddy Eddie/ Human (kinda switch) Steve/ Human Sub Fem Reader, SMUT, daddy kink (cause Im me), voyeurism (kinda; Eddie watches his baby girl and baby boy play), FLUFF, Steve talks about how he and Eddie first got together and their matching tattoos, ANGST (Sooooo much angst), Reader gets hurt (Shot) and the boys have to do sudo surgery to help her, blood drinking is mentioned in a bit of detail, reader touches on her rough childhood (brief), mentions of homophobia from their town and Steve's parents as well as some people online, Eddie waking up in the upside down is mentioned near the end.
Certain events from the show are mentioned (the deaths) but in this AU they'd happen in 2003 not 1986. I think that's everything.
Word count: 6110
When you woke up the next afternoon, Steve was missing and Eddie was fast asleep on his back beside you. Your eyes took a moment to fully take him in as you scanned the tattoos on his bare chest. He had a few mundane ones but a couple struck your attention. Near his heart was a month and a year; March 2003. Along one of his left ribs were lyrics from a song you knew fairly well; “You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be” along with the initials S.H. and the year 2002.
Getting out of bed, you went on the hunt for Steve and found him in their kitchen washing dishes.
“Hey, Y/N.”
“Hi, Steve.”
The man softly smiles along with you as you reiterate each other’s names.
“Are you hungry? I can make you a sandwich.” When you nod he begins heading towards the fridge before pausing to face you again. “Um, full disclosure, Eddie’s blood that he snacks on is in here as well. It’s not…like…open or anything but I thought I should tell you just in case it makes you uncomfortable or…”
“Oh, no. It’s ok. I don’t mind.” Grinning at your answer, he pulls out everything he needs and places it on the counter. “If he has blood in the fridge then why does he feed on you? Is it different?”
“Uh, kind of. Think about it kind of like how we humans snack between meals.” His gentle honey eyes glance your way before he continues. “Plus, he doesn’t feel comfortable taking a lot from me. He’s afraid of doing real damage. What he does take isn’t enough to be long lasting.”
“He seems to really care about you. How long have you two been together?”
Steve chuckles as he continues to focus on the task in front of him. “I like how you just found out vampires are real but your first question to me is about our relationship.”
“Hm. Like vampires, a non-toxic relationship always seemed like a fairy tale.”
His eyes met yours before sliding over your food and you flash him a polite smirk as you thank him.
“Eddie and I have been together for a little over three years. We technically grew up together but didn’t get to know each other till his third senior year of high school. He failed a lot.”, he laughs under his breath.
“Three years…2002?” Steve gives you a quizzical look as he nods. “He has a tattoo with lyrics, initials, and that year. Are you S.H.?”
Raising his tank top, he shows you his own tattoo on his left rib.
“I’d give up forever to touch you. E.M. 2002.”
“The first time I made a move, this song was randomly playing on the radio. Eddie kept talking about how corny it was. I told him I thought it was romantic and the fucker laughed at me so of course I had to kiss him.” You giggled at his story as he took your empty plate and placed it in the sink. “After I thought I lost him, I got this tattoo.”
His face fell at the memory and your heart broke for him. Trying not to dwell, he quickly cleared his throat and tried to shift focus.
“Enough about me. Tell me more about you.”
“I mean you already know the bulk of me.”
“I know about Mina. I feel like I don’t know much about Y/N.”
“There isn’t much to tell. I’ve lived here my whole life. It’s pretty much been me and my best friend… I don’t have a lot of friends or family. I have a brother but…that’s a long story.”
“What about your parents?”
“Gone. My father died when I was young and my mother is in jail.” Steve’s head tilts at your confession, not in judgement but in understanding. “Are your parents still around?”
“Uh no. They were kind of out of my life long before we moved here. We grew up in a small town before we moved here and when rumors started to spread that I was ‘fucking the freak’ they cut me off and pushed me out.”
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, Steve. What about Eddie’s parents?”
The watch on his wrist beeps as he glances towards the window.
“He’ll be up soon so you can ask him that yourself.”
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“What are you doing?”, Eddie asked as he came back into his room.
You wanted to give them some time alone and allow the long-haired boy to eat without you gawking at him so you hid out in their bedroom and did some work on their computer.
“Hey. I hope it’s ok, I wanted to do some quick checks on your site since I wasn’t able to moderate last night.” Pulling up an extra chair, he sat beside you as his eyes scanned the screen in front of you. “So like cursing and some of these lewd sentences Steve doesn’t care about but things like this where people threaten to hurt others or… these homophobic comments.” Your eyes glance his way as a low growl rumbles from his chest. “I’m sorry.”
Eddie blinks as if coming back into the moment.
“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you—”
“No, I meant…sorry you have deal with ignorance like this.”
“I don’t care if it’s directed at me. I’ve dealt with it my whole life but… he deserves better.”
“Steve told me about his parents not approving of you two; that the town you came from called you a—”
“Freak. Yeah. I was always a bit different than people there; the nerd who played D&D whose father was arrested.” Your palm comfortingly rubs his shoulder and he sighs in pleasure at the action. “He told me your mother was arrested. May I ask what for?”
“Parental neglect.”
His eyes met yours as you both read each other. Two people in this world who understood what it was like to grow up a certain way; to be a part of a club no child should ever be a part of.
Managing a smile, you turn your attention back to the monitor to continue what you were doing before. Cold fingers run through your hair, gently petting your head as your eyes flutter closed.
“You can ask me questions now if you want to, sweetheart.”
Swiveling around in your chair to face him, you hang your head and he can’t help but look at you with confusion.
“I don’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.”
“Hey.” He lifts up chin and gives you what he hopes is a comforting smile. “I’m telling you it’s alright.”
At that moment, Steve walks in, handing him a black mug that blocks out its contents, and takes a seat on the bed across from where you two were sitting.
“What does the tattoo on your chest mean? The 2003?”
On impulse his hand hovers over it through his shirt as he tenderly grins at you.
“That’s when I died. When my…human heart stopped beating. Steve says I’m too dramatic.”, he chuckles trying to lighten the mood.
“He is.”
“You two got together a year before he died? Steve…”
“We’ll save that particular story for another time, honey.”
“Are there other vampires?”
“Um, I’m not going to lie we aren’t sure. We’ve tried doing research but can’t seem to find much of anything. Same with our friends.”
“You have friends?” They both laugh at your question making you giggle to. “Sorry. I just meant that you both seem like you spend a lot of time alone.”
“That’s fair. One of our closest friends set up the stream for us and does some AV Club tech mumbo jumbo to reroute the feed so no one can find us.”
“Why did you guys decide to stream what you do?”
“Money.”, they answer at the same time.
“When we left our hometown, we left with nothing. We still need a roof, I need to eat food, and he needs to be safe.”, Steve explained.
“Ok, so, you need a roof but no coffin. I imagine because it’s now nighttime, sunlight is a no go?”
“That is correct. Um, silver seems to hurt a fucking lot and crosses. I heal pretty quickly and I’ve been able to heal him. It’s just those little bites though. Thankfully, we’ve never had to try bigger wounds.”
“Can you transform like Dracula?”
“Uh…I’m not sure you want to see that but yes. It’s not like one of those cute little black bats or anything. I shift into the bats that bit me.”
“That’s how you were turned?” Eddie nods. “Is that…is that what your scars are?”
“Another time, Y/N.”
“Steve…I told her it was ok to ask and will there ever be a good time to tell that story?”
“Jesus fucking Christ. Again, why the fuck do I even bother? You never listen.”
Eddie rolls his eyes and watches him stomp out of the room.
“And I’M the drama queen.”, he jokes.
“No, I understand. He lost the man he loved for a time. I can’t imagine what that does to someone.”
“Have you ever been in love, princess?”
“The way you guys are no. I thought I was once but…”
“It wasn’t with that douchebag right?”
“No.”, you nervously chuckle. “No. I think with John I thought it was better to go through what he put me through than be alone. I hate being alone.”
“Yeah…I know the feeling.”
“Eddie, did you kill him? John.”
The boy’s jaw clenched as looked away from you. “Yes.”
“What—What did you do with him?”
“It’s better if you don’t know, Y/N.”
“Is that normal for you? Killing people.”
Something in the atmosphere changed as the vampire beside you began breathing heavier.
“Is that what you think I am? Some fucking monster that just hunts people and murders them for their blood?!”
“Eddie.”, Steve tried to comfort him as he powerwalked back into the room when he heard his partners voice raise. “Baby, everything’s ok.”
“I’m NOT a monster. If anything he was for hurting you!”
“Eddie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for my question to come out that way. I just…I’m learning. I know you were protecting me. I don’t blame you.”
The man pushes Steve back and vanishes out of the room as he runs out the front door. Sighing, he puts his hands on his hips as he hangs his head.
“I told him I didn’t want to hurt him. He insisted I ask questions.”
“I know, honey. Eddie’s always been the kind of person that doesn’t know how strong he actually is. Because of that, he overestimates how much he can handle. I on the other hand know what I can and can’t. I’ve already had the worst day of my life so I imagine nothing can be heavier than that.” His eyes glance your way before continuing.
“He’s tried to explain to me before the feelings he gets but it’s hard without feeling them myself. Depending on the emotion, he says it can physically hurt. I imagine whatever he sensed the other night… it was bad for him to kill your boyfriend.”
“When he brought me here, you said you knew he killed him because you knew him.”
“Eddie’s like a knight in shining armor. If he senses someone he cares deeply for is in danger he’ll…he’ll do what needs to be done.”
“Did he do that for you?”
“Come on, Y/N. Let me drive you home.”
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You couldn’t sleep at all that night, tossing and turning till you finally just gave up. Taking a seat at your own computer, you decided to do some research of your own.
“E.M. +mysterious death+ S.H.”
A few things came up at first but nothing really stood out until you landed on small publication from a tiny news station in Indiana.
“City mogul’s son Steve Harrington missing; 2 of towns prominent citizens murdered!”
“S.H.”, you mumbled to yourself as you continued to read.
“Police found the bodies of two young men brutally murdered outside of the Forest Hills Trailer Park this past Wednesday, June 15, 2003. The boys had recently graduated from Hawkins High School and it is unknown at this time what they were doing in the area as that was not their place of residence.
Wayne Munson, fugitive Eddie Munson’s uncle, told our reporters that it wasn’t uncommon for people to come and harass him but there is no proof that is why they were there. Further analysis of the crime scene found the young Harrington’s DNA mixed with the others but his location at this time is undetermined.”
“E.M.”, you sigh, clicking the hyper link on his name.
There he was. A picture of a younger Eddie with a group of boys wearing a shirt that read “Hellfire” in front of what looked to be a high school cafeteria wall. He looked a bit different than he did now. As he bit his bottom lip flashing the rock & roll symbol with his hands, he seemed happy. Nothing in his demeanor that you saw matched the headline that followed.
“Eddie Munson Wanted for Murder of Young Girl.”
“Edward Munson is the prime suspect in the murder of young Hawkins High Cheerleading Senior Chrissy Cunningham who was violently butchered in the younger Munson’s residence before he fled the scene. Munson is wanted and possibly armed so proceed with caution! Call Chief Powell if you notice anything suspicious.”
There were more articles underneath discussing the case as new murders piled up and Eddie was blamed for every one of them.
“I’m not a monster.” Eddie had insisted and you believed him but obviously something happened.
Knocking on your front door gave you pause and you hastily turned off your monitor before running to answer it.
“Arthur. How can I help you?”
“Where is my brother?”, he snarled.
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen John in two days.”
“Bullshit! He said he was coming over here to talk to you but he never came back home.” Shoving his shoulder into the door, he pushed past you to look around your house.
“Arthur, get the fuck out! I told you he’s not here! I don’t know where he is!”
“Oh you don’t? How did you get that black eye, Y/N?”
“A souvenir he gave me before he fucking left.”
“Problem?” You jumped 3ft in the air when another man entered your house but this one you didn’t mind. Steve squared his shoulders as he placed himself in front of you. “I think she’s made it perfectly clear that he’s not here.”
“And who the fuck are you?”
“That’s none of your fucking business. Now…leave.”
Arthur strides forward till he’s face to face with the man in front of you as they stare each other down.
“It’s my business if you did something to him. If that whore is fucking you and John found out he would have made sure that neither of you were heard from again.”
“Get. Out.” Steve’s voice startled you. In all the time you had known him, you had never heard him be so authoritative. “This is my final warning.”
They stared at each other for another few seconds before Arthur bumped his shoulder with his own and stomped out the door. The man’s demeanor in front of you instantly deflated as he turned to check on you.
“Are you alright? Eddie sensed something and—”
Your lips cut him off as they crashed to his own. It took a moment for his brain to catch up with what was happening but when it did, he fully embraced it as his palms came up to cup your face and hold you close. As you pulled away, his thumbs caress your cheek tenderly as he smiles.
It all happens so fast.
There’s a loud bang and a sudden sting that pierces your side. Your hands shoot out to grab his biceps as the sound of growling and screaming fills the room.
“Steve?”
Your knees buckle as he catches you and once again you hear the familiar sound of their heated words.
“We have to get her back to our house! Come on!”
“No! She needs to go to a hospital!”
“If she goes to hospital, Steve, she WILL die! This isn’t a debate.” You wince when your roughly lifted into arms and the wind blows through your hair as you’re placed down on something hard. “Ok, princess. We’ll be right back.”
As soon as you start to cry, you feel a palm moving your hair out of your face.
“No! We have to get the bullet out first. Fucking hell! I still think she should be at a hospital. We don’t even know if you can heal a wound like this!”
“You can yell at me fucking later! Do whatever you have to do!”
“Eddie?” The vampire kneels beside you as he tries to dry the tears that are falling down your face. “I-I don’t think… you’re a monster.”
“Baby, don’t worry about that right now, okay?”
“I’m sorry. I like you both a lot…fuck…I think I could have been…a-a good Mina to your stream.”, you laugh weakly.
“STEVEN!”
“I’m coming! Ok, shit. Roll her on to her side and hold her still. I need her still, Eddie. Y/N, bite down on this ok, honey. I’m not going to lie; this is really going to fucking hurt.”
You take the wooden spoon he hands you and place it between your teeth as the long-haired boy holds you firmly in his grasp. You had never felt anything this bad before. As Steve dug into your wound, you bit down so hard on the material in your mouth you thought it would break.
“I know. I know, baby. You’re almost through this!”, he soothed through gritted teeth as he focused on the task in front of him.
You tried so hard to stay still but every synapse in your brain was telling you to run from the thing causing you this much pain. Eddie’s grip tightened as he held you in place while he squeezed his eyes shut. The truth was he could feel your hurt and Steve’s panic which was tearing him apart. That mixed with the delicious smell of your blood on their table was making things even harder for him.
“Got it! Go, Ed.”
He released you from his hold, quickly yanked off his shirt, and reached for the butcher knife to cut a line along his chest. Steve placed you gently on his lap as the vampire positioned your head towards the wound.
“Come on, sweetheart. I need you to drink.”
A little bit of his blood dripped onto your lower lip and your eyes widened at the taste. It was the most delicious thing you had ever had in your life. Your mouth opened wider as your limp arm tangled around his neck, bringing him closer to you as you did what he commanded.
“Fuck…is…is it working, Steve?”, Eddie moaned.
The man nodded as his eyes remained studiously on your back as he watched it gradually begin to heal. The metalhead’s fingers threaded through your hair as he held you to him.
“Baby, you-you may have to pull her…away when its time because…fuck this feels so fucking good.”
“Ok…Ok, Y/N. You’re good. Let’s not push it.” As Steve reached for you, the metalhead growled like a dog with you try to take away its toy. “Eddie…I have to take her. We don’t know what too much of your blood can do.”
To his surprise, it was his partner that pull your hair, tugging you back so his lips could mingle with your now stained ones. Your own palms cupped his cheek as his tongue invaded your mouth making you moan at the feeling. You didn’t think anything of it when his kisses travelled to your neck.
“Eddie. No.”, Steve warned but his boyfriend didn’t hear. He was so wrapped in your taste and smell as he continued to move.
Abruptly, he hissed and dropped you to the floor as he ran out of the house.
“Wh-What happened?”
“Come on, honey. Let’s get you into the shower.”, Steve deflects as he put the little silver cross in his pocket and lifts you into his arms.
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With your knees under your chin, you sat in the warm water and allowed Steve to clean you. He originally planned on leaving you alone but you begged him to sit with you. Rolling up his sleeves, he placed himself on the floor facing you as he washed the blood from your skin.
“Are you alright, Y/N?” As you nod your head, his fingers gently reach under your chin, and turn you to look at him. “Can you verbally answer me?”
“I’m ok. I’m… No, you won’t believe me.”
“Baby, I’m in love with a vampire. You’d be surprised what I believe.”, he jokes; softly grinning when you laugh.
“I’m…more in shock that…Arthur tried to kill me. I… I knew John was….you know…John but. I just never thought either of them would hurt me like that. I-If it wasn’t for you two…I wouldn’t be here.”
“Shhh, hey, everything’s alright. You’re safe now. Nothing like that is ever going to happen to you again. I’m sorry I couldn’t…protect you…but thankfully Eddie got there in time to keep things from getting worse.”
“Steve, what are you taking about? You did protect me. I was so scared but I felt safer when you showed up. You also just kept me from dying so I’d say you did more than protect.” Your eyes scanned him over as you politely smiled before getting to his feet and helping you out of the tub. “I feel like I should tell you something.”
“Some other time, pretty girl.”
After pulling one of their shirts over your head, he goes on the hunt for shorts so you would feel less exposed.
“Steve Harrington.” The man freezes in place as he listens to you speak. “Eddie Munson. Two boys from Indiana who went missing. One around March 2003 and the other a few months later.”
“Steve?” Eddie was suddenly in their bedroom doorway with a concerned look on his face. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? I felt you in pain.”
“Wanted for murder of three kids including a high school cheerleader.” The vampire swiveled his head in your direction as his eyes narrowed. “I-I found some articles online. There were also two boys murdered outside of…Wayne Munson’s trailer the night Steve disappeared.”
“I know you didn’t kill those kids—”
“The first 3, no. The two a few months later—”
“Shut up, Eddie.”, Steve huffs. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Then leave and I’ll tell her.”
“No.”, the man responds curtly as he kicks back into gear and finds a pair of boxers, tossing them in your direction. “I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone with her right now.”
“Excuse me?”, the vampire snarled as his posture straightened. “I just helped save her life.”
“You also were about to drain her and I’m not going to let you do that! She deserves better!”
“You keep saying that like living with me is a chore, Steven. Like you’re in prison or hell.”
“We’re both in fucking hell, Edward. That’s what this is.”, he gestures around him.
“You can leave any time you want to, babe.”
“Don’t you do that! After everything I do for you and everything we’ve been through, don’t condescend to me!”
“What do you want from me?! Do you want me to go back where I came from? Act like I didn’t fucking crawl to get back to you.”
Steve’s fist raised and you gasped as he smacked the vampire in the face.
“You don’t get to do that. I was there to, Eddie.”, he sighs as he comes to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m tired. All the running, hiding, and fighting…worrying. If you bite her, all of that becomes her burden to. And god forbid we ever need to run again, I don’t want her to experience what I did. To know that empty feeling I experienced when I thought you were gone.”
Dropping the shorts he handed you to the floor, you went to sit beside him and tenderly ran your fingers through his hair.
“Even before we began talking, I watched you take care of him. I’ve never seen a love like that before. My parents hated each other and all my exes were trash. Steve… you deserve to feel good to. You deserve to have a good life. Let me…help you.”
With your hand on his cheek, you turned him to face you, bringing his lips back to yours.
“It’s ok, baby. You can use me. Let go.”, you whispered when you felt him holding back.
Steve glanced towards Eddie who smiled in return before grabbing the desk chair and placing himself in front of you both.
“Go ahead, sweetheart. Daddy can take care of himself tonight. Take control. Show Y/N what King Steve Harrington could do.”
Something flashed in the boy’s gaze when it shifted back to you; something more dominate you had never seen from him before in their previous streams. Pushing you back towards the pillows, his kisses came at a much more hectic and stronger pace.
Your fingers tugged at his shirt and he quickly pulled it off, groaning into your lips as your palm ran down his chest. His own hand caressed your thighs, slowly tracing your skin till his digits found their way between your folds.
“Please. Touch me, Steve. Can you feel how wet I am for you?”
Heavily sighing, his eyes locked with yours as his middle finger slid into your entrance.
“Fuck me. Honey, your so fucking tight.” As he slowly moved his finger, his thumb began circling your clit causing your eyes to roll as you moaned. “She’s just fucking clinging to me, Daddy. Shit.”
Eddie stifled a groan of his own as he palmed the bulge in his jeans.
“Yeah? Why don’t you put another finger in there? Give her taste of what she’s in for.”
“Can I taste you?”, you plead.
Watching with eager eyes, you wait as he leans back to push off his pants and hastily gets to his knees, pumping his cock in his hand as he brings it to your lips.
“Jesus, Steve. You’re so fucking big.” Your tongue darts out to lick the precum from his tip and the whimper he makes has you clenching, desperately needing him to put his fingers back into your needy hole.
“Say it again.”
“Your cock is so big. It’s gonna stretch me open.”
“Fuck—yeah I am, baby. Open your mouth.” You do as he instructs, opening your mouth wide as you stick out your tongue. “Good girl, Y/N.”
Thrusting his hips, his length moves between the opening making him mewl as he lifts up your shirt and kneads your breast with his hand. Hearing someone spit, he glances towards Eddie right as he was bending over his dick, allowing a glob of drool to land on the tip before stroking it along himself.
Steve couldn’t take it anymore as he turned your head towards him and fully pushed his cock down your throat. While one hand petted your hair, the other returned to your cunt as he slid two of his fingers inside of you and pumped them at a fast pace. You were barely able to catch any form of breath as you whimpered and your throat constricted around him.
“Goddamn it. Yes! Come on, baby. Cum. Cum for me.”
As his fingers curled inside of you, you moaned loudly as he held your head still while the dam broke and you came.
Steve’s eyes were wild with lust as he pulled back and passionately kisses your lips as you gradually came down from your high.
“Come on, Y/N.”, he murmured. “Let’s give Daddy a good show.”
You allowed him to take control as he moved you around till you both were facing Eddie with you on your hands and knees. The wheels of the desk chair rumbled along the floor as the vampire scooted till he was level with your face. His cold fingers grazed you skin as he helped you take of your shirt before caressing your cheek.
“You both look so beautiful like this. God, I wish you two could smell and feel how I do. You’re right, princess. He needed this. All that fucking testosterone of being in control just radiating from him and the scent of your cunt just begging for him. Fuck me.”
While Eddie talked Steve positioned himself behind your body, mewling as he guided himself into you. The metalhead grinned as he watched your eyebrows scrunch together as he began stroking his cock again at the sight.��
“I know, baby. You can take it. G-Good girl. Look at Daddy, sweetheart. Fuck, you’re so pretty. How does she feel, Steve?” The man had both eyes closed while his hands took hold of your waist as he did small thrusts inside you. “Steve Harrington, I asked you something.”
“Tight…warm…fuck…”, he grunted.
“What about you, baby girl?”
“Full. He-He’s so deep. Agh!”, you whine as Steve roughly smacks his hips against yours. “Can I kiss you, please?”
Nodding his head, his fingers tangle in your hair as he leans forward allowing you to taste his lips. You groan as the man behind picks up his rhythm at the sight, thrusting into you with purpose as he hits your sensitive spot over and over.
“Don’t take your eyes of me.”, Eddie commands as he leans back and continues stroking his dick in front you.
Steve leaned his chest onto you to your back, reaching under your body to play with your nipples and massage your tits in his large palms.
“You feel so good, Y/N. So fucking wet and tight. Fuck. You take me so well, pretty girl. I knew—mmm—I knew from the first moment we talked to you…”
“W-What, baby? What did you know? Tell me, please.”
“You’re different.”, he grunted in your ear. “You don’t deserve the bullshit you’ve been through.”
Your arm reached around his neck and tilted his head so you could kiss his lips.
“I don’t ever have to worry about that again right, Steve? I’m safe with you two.”
“Fuck.”, the man growled as he pushed up onto his knees, tugging back on your hair to bring you with him. “Yeah, honey. You’re safe.”
“Jesus, it’s been—mmph—its been awhile since I’ve seen dominate Steve.”
You don’t see it but the man smirks at his vampire boyfriend as he thrusts faster into you, clinging to your body as his fingers come down to rub your clit.
“Cum, baby. Please. I need to feel you squeeze my dick the way you squeezed my fingers. Make sure y-you keep your eyes on Daddy when you do, pretty girl.”
You did as you were told, staring into Eddie’s beautiful brown eyes as you moaned Steve’s name till you were blinded by white and nearly collapsed in his arms.
“Yes! Good girl. Such a good, beautiful girl. Where can I cum, honey?”
“In-Inside. Please.”, you mumbled.
Steve glanced towards Eddie who nodded in approval and with a few more rough pumps you felt him coat your insides.
“Shit. Come here, big boy.”
After carefully pulling out of you, you watched with half lidded eyes as Steve dutifully jumped down in front of him and took his partners cock into his mouth. Eddie groaned as his movements began choppy and he came down the boy’s throat.
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Eddie coughs before his eyes shoot open and he sits up from his spot on the cold concrete.
“Dustin? Henderson?!” Panic sets in as the silence around him become deafening. “S-Steve?”
Slowly, he wobbled to his feet taking in the upside down around him. All the bats were dead and there was none of the thunder or rumbles that had been there before. He groaned as his arms gripped his stomach. He was in an immense amount of pain. It wasn’t like a physical pain but something could almost feel in his soul.
“Eddie…”
“Steve?” The metalhead turned in every direction but didn’t see the man he loved anywhere.
“I miss you so much. I feel so lost without you, baby.”
“Steve!? I’m here! I’m right here!” Hobbling towards his trailer, he began to hear faint music.
“And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life And sooner or later, it's over I just don't wanna miss you tonight.”
Something in the atmosphere changed and Eddie felt it immediately.
Danger.
The man’s eyes went black, his mind filling with Steve as he ran almost violently through the wall of his home and jumped through the gate in the roof onto the floor of the dark trailer below.
Your eyes shot open as you gasped awake.
“Well, that’s new.”, Eddie said sarcastically as he scanned you over.
“Hey, honey. You’re okay. Here drink this.”, Steve cooed as he hurried back into the bedroom with a bottle of water. “You’re safe, remember. It was just a nightmare.”
“No…it wasn’t.” Your eyes met with the vampires as he sighed and turned towards Steve. “She just experienced one of my memories.”
“How do you know that?”, he asked.
“I felt it. It was the same way I felt…when I woke up and…”
The other man held up his hand to silence him. “Maybe she drank enough of your blood for that to happen? I mean I’m not surprised if drinking your blood can heal, who knows what else it can do.”
“Or your dick is just that amazing.”
Steve rolled his eyes as he smirked in his boyfriend’s direction. It took them a moment to realize you had started crying as you wrapped your arms around Eddie’s neck.
“I’m so sorry you went through that. Waking up alone like that in that scary place and then feeling what you felt.” After you let him go, he kissed your forehead and Steve climbed in beside you. “There’s a lot I don’t know, huh.”
They both nodded and you did that same before laying down flat in their bed once more.
“While you were asleep I cleaned you but I wasn’t sure if you needed anything else. Do you need anything?”
“No, Steve. Thank you.”
Turning off the light beside the bed, he rolled back over to be met with your awaiting arms as you circled them around his waist and rested your head on his chest. When you absently raised your arm in the air, they both seemed confused until you found Eddie’s wrist and tugged his own limbs around your hip.
“Thank you both for what you did today.”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
As your eyes drift shut again, you feel the vampire move as he reaches over to caress Steve’s cheek and in return the man leans into it as he kisses his palm.
“I’m sorry for what I said about how you could leave if you wanted to. Sometimes I forget that pain you went through without me since I was knocked out for most of it. Feeling her dream…my memory…when I woke up, Steve, it was the first thing I felt…your grief. I can understand you not wanting her to feel that.”
“Taking care of you isn’t chore for me. I like looking out for you but I know a lot of that is panic. I work so hard to keep things the same because if they are then I know the outcome. Honestly, she scares me. Like you I like Y/N a lot but it’s been a while since we’ve been vulnerable like this, Eddie. Tonight, we got lucky but what if other bad things happen?”
“Then like tonight, I’ll handle it. You’re not alone anymore, sweetheart. We can do anything together right?” Steve’s exhales before he nods. “One day at a time, baby. Let’s just focus on the positive…like me getting to watch my two beautiful babes go at it.”
Eddie sticks out his tongue making the man chuckle.
“The three of us will have to talk about that part more but IS it ok if I’m her Daddy to?”
“Yeah, yeah of course, honey. As long as you and she are comfortable with it. Baby girl doesn’t know what she’s in for when it comes to you.”
“Well, she’ll find out soon enough.”
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☆ Your Darling ☆
Nutcracker AU by @sketchquill
Idea: Inspired by Sketch's recent art for their Nutcracker AU! You and Wally are out in the spring fields, simply enjoying your time together with one another. As you spend more time with him, you come to the realization that just perhaps, you are catching feelings for him.
Just a lighthearted, happy indulging fanfic <33 Warning for insane amounts of fluff and love!!
I know nothing about the Nutcracker, but enjoy!!
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Somewhere out there laid a beautiful piece of land that had yet to be touched by civilization. There was perfect weather; it's not too hot, not too cold, just right. There was a gentle breeze that would occasionally flow by, but even then, it felt nice and refreshing. No wonder why the spring fairies here adored this part of the world. You could even say it was perfect. No- it was perfect. But what made it even better, however, was having your friend accompany you.
"It's quite beautiful out, isn't it?" Wally spoke to you, smiling as he saw that you were still admiring the view in front of you.
"Oh, absolutely. It's nothing like I've ever seen."
You took a few steps in front of you, glancing around the trees that had colorful green leaves. You had mixed feelings. It was unfortunate that you never got to see nature at its full bloom, and yet, you were thankful that parts of the world like here were left untouched. You tried not to dwell on it and instead admire what was in front of you. You felt Wally take your hand into his. You turn your attention to him, seeing his signature smile that always left you breathless.
"I just remembered, there was something I wanted to show you."
You grew curious at what Wally wanted to show you. Was it a surprise, perhaps?
"Oh? Was is it?" You asked, tilting your head. Wally shook his head.
"It's a surprise! Close your eyes..."
Oh, of course. He wants you to close your eyes. Not that you minded, of course, but it was only driving your curiosity crazy. You closed your eyes, smiling as you grew excited. Although you couldn't help but notice that his grip on your hand grew a little bit tighter. You heard his faint laughter as he took you somewhere. You kept your eyes closed, but you only wondered what could the surprise be. Perhaps it was baked goods? Oh, how delicious that would be. But you don't smell any sweets nearby. Hm.
Wally stopped in his tracks, making you stop as well. He lets go of your hand and takes a step aside.
"Alright, Y/N, you may now open your eyes."
With permission granted, you opened your eyes.
..This was possibly the best surprise you could've asked for.
What stood in front of you was an open area that was surrounded by varies types of flowers. They ranged from sunflowers to daises, all up to roses and marigold. How he knew about your interest in flowers was beyond you. How could you ever repay him for such a generous gift?
"Wally, they're beautiful... did you plant these yourself?" You asked with great curiosity as you turned your head to him. Wally shook his head and chuckled.
"No, but she did." He reached his hand out in front of him. You grew confused for a moment, but you were quick to meet a spring fairy that swooped down from the tree above. She landed on Wally's hand, smiling brightly as she took a bow.
"Why, of course it was me! Who else could plant such beautiful flowers other than I, Sally Starlet?" Sally spoke with pride. You chuckled softly as you approached Sally, being careful to not startle her with your approach. She looked up at you as she stood in Wally's palm, it seemed as if she was examining you.
"Hmm... you look awfully a lot like someone who Wally's been talking about." She blurted, which both surprised you and Wally. Your eyes widened as Wally quickly turned his head away.
"Huh? Wally has been talking about me?" How can you process something like this? Not that you were taking it the wrong way, but it definitely caught you off guard. But for some reason, your heart fluttered from her words.
"Indeed, he has! I must say, fellow stranger, you are one lucky friend." Sally beamed with happiness. She took a step forward towards you with her fluttering wings.
"I'd love to chat more, but I have other plans to attend to. Until then, I hope to see your shining smile!"
Sally flew out of Wally's hand and towards your direction. To your surprise, she flew a few circles around you, heading up as she did so. You laughed happily as some of her pixie dust stuck to your pajamas. You watched as Sally flew away to the right of you, possibly headed to grow more plants.
Once Sally left, you looked over at Wally, seeing that he was still looking away from you. You tilted your head with a bit of confusion, yet you still smiled.
"Are you alright, Wally?" You asked him in curiosity. He looks back at you. He smiled back, but you couldn't help but notice a little bit of color on his cheeks.
"Fine as I'll ever be, Y/N. I was just in deep thought is all."
You both stared at each other for a moment. You wanted to say something, but there was just something about him. You didn't know what it was, but you couldn't look away. You both just gazed at each other, staring into each other's eyes. You felt your heart flutter, the heat forming on your face was quickly becoming noticeable. Wally placed a hand on his cheek as he gazed at you. He let out a content sigh as his smile grew. Your heart couldn't stay still, what was happening? You never felt this way before. It felt strange yet familiar.
Familiar because this wasn't the first time you felt this way for him, but strange because it is something you never felt for anyone else but him.
The longer you stared, the more flustered you became. After a few moments, you turned your head from Wally and chuckled nervously.
"I, uhm..." You tried to speak, but you were left a stuttering mess. You heard Wally laugh a bit, he took your hand into his and held it. Stop it, heart, stay still. But it disobeyed, leaving you with a fluttering heart and a sense of... comfort.
"The flowers weren't your only surprise," Wally told you.
"Wait, what?" Your eyes widened a bit. You felt the grasp he had on your hand tighten a little bit, making your face heat up a bit more.
Wally took a deep breath as he took a small step closer to you.
"I would like to dance with you, Y/N," he spoke with an excited tone.
You didn't know how to quite process it. You wanted to dance with him, you really did. But you were unsure. You have never danced before.
"Wally, wait. I don't know how to dance," You responded with a small frown.
"That's okay, I will teach you!" Wally smiled brightly at you.
You were still unsure, but that smile... You couldn't bring yourself to reject such an offer. With a sigh, you smiled nervously and nodded. Wally giggled happily, he was quite overjoyed to be dancing with you!
"Alright, we'll take it slow. Just follow my lead, Y/N." He spoke softly.
Wally let go of your hand and gently turned you around. After turning you around, he gently took both your hands and raised your arms up. You glanced over at him, locking eye contact with him again. Wally smiled softly at you.
"You're doing wonderful so far," he said happily to you. Oh, how nervous but excited you were. Wally lifted one arm up. You stood on your toes, slowly lifting one of your legs up.
"I think I get it, now," you whispered to yourself. As if on cue, Wally twirled you around slowly. You twirled for a short moment, giggling with joy. You placed your raised leg down and stopped twirling, now being side to side to him with his hand on your upper waist. You extended your right arm out for him, to which he took your hand softly. He extended his arm out, keeping your hand held. You had your other hand on his shoulder. You weren't as nervous as you were before, but now that nervous feeling was replaced with the feeling of butterflies in your stomach. Wally had a huge smile curled up on his face as he lead the slow dance. The both of you slowly spun each other around.
As you both danced, you couldn't help but look into his eyes. Wally laughed softly, being so happy that he was dancing with you.
"Awh, Y/N, you have no idea how much this means to me!" Wally sounded like he was geniunely happy to be given the opportunity to dance with you. Seeing his smile, hearing his joy, it made you feel more butterflies.
You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Stutters again, when will they ever go away? It was okay, however. Wally understood, he wasn't judging. He was just happy to spend time with you. The way he held onto you, being so caring and gentle. The dance lasted for a few more minutes before you both parted. Despite being unsure earlier, you were glad to be able to have this dance with Wally.
"Thank you for the dance, Wally," You spoke.
"Not a problem, Y/N. I am always happy to teach you!"
You couldn't help but smile, the fuzzy feeling only escalating. Your heart fluttered, your face flushed, you couldn't help but feel like this. You and Wally end up gazing into each other's eyes once more, the obvious tension in the air that you were oblivious to. You watched as his face turned brighter in color, was he blushing? You thought it was adorable to witness.
"Did you, uhm... enjoy the dance, Y/N?" Wally looked away, asking in a nervous tone.
"I did, actually. It was very... very nice." You replied, chuckling softly.
It was at that moment that you realized that maybe, just maybe, you liked Wally more than just as a friend. Had you been that oblivious, or were you just too shy to admit it? Probably both. And unfortunately, it became awkward between the two of you. You weren't sure why, but-
"Y/N, there is something I have been meaning to tell you," Wally spoke quickly, you could hear him taking a deep breath.
"I think I have something to tell you, too, actually," You responded, becoming more flushed. Were you wanting to confess just after a moment of realizing your crush on Wally? Yes, absolutely.
Wally looked back at you, a bit stunned by your response. He smiled softly, evident that he was nervous, but wished to hear you first.
"Go on, Y/N. What is it that you want to tell me?" Wally took a small step forward to you, which made you more flustered.
"O-Oh, uhm... Well, it's kind of hard to find the right words..." You stammered, looking away for a moment. You were so nervous to admit your feelings.
"It's okay, Y/N. Please, take your time," He spoke gently, taking your hand into his to comfort you. You looked back at Wally with a flustered look. He saw your expression, thinking he might've made you uncomfortable. He was about to let go of your hand, but you gently gripped his hand from letting go. Wally looked down at your intertwined hands, a smile curled up on his lips. He let out a gentle sigh, content with the situation.
However, you couldn't keep it in any longer.
"Wally, I really like you,"
"Y/N, I really like you,"
You... both confessed to each other. At the same time? How was that possible? You and Wally both looked at each other, eyes widened with surprise.
"Wally, what did you say...?" You asked softly, taking a step closer to him. Wally tripped over his words for a moment, but he found the courage to speak it up again.
"Y/N, I... I really like you," He spoke quietly. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't bring himself to.
You felt tears in your eyes, and your heart swelled with joy. You wanted to cry just from how happy you were. You couldn't help it, you ran up to Wally and threw your arms around him in a tight embrace. Wally was caught off guard but was quick to embrace you, cradling you in his arms.
"Y/N-"
"I love you, Wally," You whispered, hugging him tighter, but not too tight to avoid accidentally hurting him. Wally stood quiet for a moment, his eyes widened as he tried to process what you just said.
He finally said, "I love you, too, Y/N... so, so much."
You both held onto each other for what felt like hours. You didn't want to let go, but you knew at some point that you had to let go. You both enjoyed each other's embrace before slowly pulling away. You looked at Wally in the eyes, admiring him without the need to hide it. Wally's smile only grew larger. He placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it gently. You leaned into his touch. You felt your heart skip a beat when Wally leaned in to kiss you on the forehead.
And in return, you grinned and leaned in to kiss him on the lips. Wally was caught by surprise, but closed his eyes and happily kissed you back. You both held onto each other, enjoying the moment as you kissed each other dizzy. After a few moments, you both pulled away, as flustered as you've ever been.
Then you heard his laugh. Oh, his laughter... It was like music to your ears. You couldn't help but laugh along with him. You took his hand into yours, holding it. You felt him gently squeeze your hand.
This was your special place, now. And the best part was that you had Wally by your side.
Your loving, adoring Wally Darling.
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HEHEHEHEHEHHE <333 I HOPE you all enjoy this writing I did :> Wally loves you!!
also posting this in school lol hi
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|You will always be mine ~ Lee Minho series|
PART 9
Paring: Minho x Y/N
Genre: smut, angst, university au
Word count: 1705
Warnings: sex, 18+, Minho is a psycho, dom!Minho, sub!reader, abuse, slight BDSM, kidnapping, violence, age gap, Minho is an university professor, Y/N can be hurt physically (and mentally too I guess).
Synopsis: Who knew that accidental fuck in the club bathroom with a handsome man will bring you to a lot of unexpected events.
Author's note: I kept this series for a really long time not sure if I want to post it or not, but I decided to do it anyway, so I hope you'll like it.
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You ate dinner in silence. You sank into your thoughts. You thought about Lisa, about the pictures, about Jeno, about the university, generally about everything. You didn't even listen to what Minho was talking to you about.
“Hello. Earth to Y/N... Can you hear me?” The man asked.
“Hm? Ah, yes, yes... Forgive me Minho. I was just thinking.” You replied and smiled apologetically at him.
“Mhm... I noticed.” He muttered, not entirely satisfied with your answer. “I asked if you liked it?”
“Yes.” You replied with a smile. “It's mega delicious, you cook very well.”
“Thank you kitten. Would you like to watch a movie?” He asked, picking up the dirty dishes.
“And what kind?” You became interested.
“Go to the living room and choose something.” He instructed you and went to wash up.
You immediately went to the room, where you sat down on the black leather couch and took the TV remote control in your hand. You started looking for interesting movies, casually checking what movies Minho had watched recently to get a sense of what he liked.
It turned out that Minho watches everything. Starting with action movies, or horror movies, and ending with romances, or fairy tales. You sighed quietly and turned on the first better romance. You didn't really feel like watching anything that much. You would honestly rather go to bed.
Minho came to you after a short while. He sat down next to you on the couch and embraced you lightly. His hand rested on your shoulder. He kissed your cheek and pulled you tighter to him. You leaned against him.
“ So, have you decided what we're watching, kitten?” Minho asked.
“‘”Oh, I don't know... Some kind of romance, I didn't check the title.“’” You replied. “I think I'm tired, Minho... and I don't want to watch the movie too much. I would like to lay down...”
“Ah, too bad.” He said very unhappy. “I thought we would have a pleasant night after the movie.” Saying this, he began to glide his hand over your shoulder. “In the end, we didn't finish our fun in the car,” he said.
“Because you thought I was being naughty Min... Besides, I don't feel like it.”
“Maybe you don't, but I do.” He replied a little more sharply than he intended. You looked at him slightly puzzled.
“And what are you going to do, force me?”
“No...” He sighed quietly. “You know very well that I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want...” He didn't sound very convincing. His behavior was strange to say the least. “Go and lie down Y/N, I'll come over later.”
“Sure, good night Minho...” You said and kissed him on the cheek, then disappeared into the bedroom, where you changed into pajamas and lay down on the bed.
Sleep, however, did not come easily. You began to sink into thought again. You didn't like the man's behavior. More and more, you began to wonder about him and what the two of you had in common. But did it really connect? Or were you just a toy for him to use whenever he felt like it? He was ceasing to like the arrangement you had entered into. You sighed quietly. If it continues like this, then, I'll end it, you decided in your mind, then fell asleep.
The next day you woke up quite sleepy. You glanced at your watch again. It was nine o'clock. The lecture you should have attended had already been going on for an hour and a half. The plus side was that the lecturer in charge was Minho, so he would rather forgive your absence.
You got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. Minho left you breakfast on the table. You smiled slightly. The man really cooked well. You sat down at the table and started eating. The apartment was quiet, far too quiet. You decided to turn on the TV, you just happened to come across a news channel.
This morning, a woman's body was found near the ponds. The woman was probably raped, and then the perpetrator must have carried out the murder, by strangulation, probably done with a rope or thin line. Investigators are looking into the circumstances of the incident.
You gasped. The moment the camera caught the woman's corpse, before the TV had time to blur it out, you noticed a piece of clothing belonging to the dead. Red material was wrapping the woman's body. It was probably a dress. The news did not give the name of the deceased, but you had a feeling you knew her.
Terrified, you put your uneaten breakfast aside. You began to fear that the perpetrator might have been Minho. After all, he himself had said he would take care of Rheena. What if it was her? You didn't really know the woman. Aside from one unpleasant interaction, you had nothing in common, but the thought that Rheena could have ended up like this made you shudder.
But what if it was just a figment of your imagination? What if it wasn't Rheena, but some random woman? You began to think about this intensely. Should you ask Minho about it? But do you have reason to believe that Minho did it? After all, he cared about you and wouldn't hurt anyone, right? No, it's probably just a coincidence, and you're imagining too much.
You sighed quietly and went to the bathroom to wash your face. You rinsed yourself with cold water, hoping to soothe your thoughts at least a little, but it didn't help. You decided to take a cold shower. You stripped off your short nightgown and entered the cabin. You stood under the shower and turned on the water. You didn't know how long you had been there. How much time had passed?
Suddenly, immersed in your thoughts, you felt someone's arms wrap around your waist. You let out a scream, pulling yourself out of your musings. You felt strong hands glide over your body.
“Shh...” You heard a familiar voice over your ear. “It's okay, kitten, there's no need to shout.” Minho said in a quiet, soothing tone. You calmed down slightly. When did he manage to return? You didn't even hear him come in.
Minho's hands glided over your body. He gently brushed every scrap, staggering circles with his thumbs on your bare skin. He moved one hand to your breast and gently began kneading it. The other hand, meanwhile, moved across your body and landed between your legs. Minho hooked the most sensitive spot on your body. You felt his finger slide inside you and gently begin to move. Your body responded to his every touch. You let out a quiet moan of pleasure and leaned your head against his shoulder. This gave the man easier access to your neck, on which he began to place wet kisses.
You began to melt under his touch. You closed your eyes slightly, forgetting everything you were thinking about before. You let yourself be carried away by the pleasure that was building more and more strongly in your body. The sounds you made from yourself were getting louder and louder. Minho brought you to the edge. His thumb found its way to your button, and his finger began to move decidedly faster. You were already about to reach orgasm when he suddenly stopped. He took his hand away and stepped back slightly. You looked at him with a questioning, slightly hazy gaze.
“Lean your hands against the wall, kitten,” he said. The man said firmly. “And gently push yourself out toward me.”
You obeyed him. With your hands, you leaned against the wet tiles and pushed out slightly, exposing your buttocks. Minho smiled slightly. You felt a gentle slap on your bottom. The one. The second. The third.
You received a total of ten spankings, five on each buttock. Your bottom turned mildly red. However, you didn't mind. The excitement that gripped you did not allow you to make any protests. Minho massaged both of your buttocks gently. He moved closer to your body, rubbing his manhood against your feminine parts. After a while, before you had time to say anything, you felt his presence inside you.
He began to move inside your female parts, setting a pace that was not too fast. Your breathing sped up. You began to make loud moans from yourself. With each moan, the man's movements accelerated. His hands held your hips. He drove his fingers hard into your naked body. He brought you to the edge. You let out a loud, prolonged moan, reaching orgasm.
You rested your forehead against the cold tiles. You normalized your breathing. The unexpected sex gave you an incredible sensation. You continued to feel Minho's presence inside you, who now embraced you tighter from behind.
“The whole lecture today I was thinking about you, you know?” He whispered in your ear while gently biting the petal of it. “You weren't in my lecture, and I still couldn't concentrate. What are you doing to me Y/N? You're driving me crazy.”
The man finally slid out of you and moved slightly away from you, but still embraced you. You turned to face him and hugged him, hiding your face in the hollow of his neck. The water from the shower ran down your naked bodies, and you persisted in the embrace.
Finally, you decided to leave the bathroom. Minho helped you out of the cabin and handed you a bathrobe. He threw a second one over himself. You smiled slightly at him, and he just wanted to watch that smile forever more.
“What do you want to do now?” The man asked, but before you had time to answer, you heard the doorbell ring. “Wait, let me see what this is about...”
Minho walked to the door and opened it. Behind the door stood two other men in police uniforms. Minho raised one eyebrow slightly.
“Yes? Can I help you gentlemen?” He asked, raising his eyebrow slightly.
“Senior Sergeant Christopher Bang and Junior Sergeant Lee YongBok.” Said one of them. “Lee Minho? We have some questions, can we come in?”
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my favourite hypothetical ouat au will always be one where pan/neverland also got cursed in season one bc the potential is just so juicy tbh, especially if the focus is on the cursed versions a lot
like first of all the lost boys as just some teenagers who cause trouble in storybrooke? that sounds so fun. i need to see the shenanigans pan would make felix cause !!! the pranks devin would play on their teachers !!! just in general all the bullshit they’d do xD
because i feel like most of that would just be harmless pranks, but sometimes the facade of what they were like on neverland would shine through when they’d take some pranks too far and there wouldn’t be any remorse - i mean, it’s pan, so duh - but you know?? that could be turned into something edgy so easily !!!
and maybe wendy would be in the same class as them and she’d like try to stay out of the guys’ way maybe out of self preservation or fear or just instinct from memories she doesn’t remember.
and maybe at the end of it all, they’d just be classmates during the curse. or maybe they would sense that something’s off, there’s more to all of this - just like when graham started remembering bits and pieces before he died. maybe pan would’ve expected all this and somehow implemented a way to get his memories back like rumple.
i mean imagine that- some random high school delinquent suddenly remembers that he’s a magical supervillain infamous across realms. the CHAOS potential. (and henry would be in so much danger lmao)
or maybe pan didn’t anticipate anything and so rumple has to live at least a few weeks or months just knowing that this random trouble making high school student is… well. you know. his dad lmao.
like that would throw off the whole dynamic in s1 so much. especially because i can imagine rumple almost assuming that pan knows (regardless if he actually does).
and then there’s tinkerbell. who would she be in storybrooke? what would her name be? maybe she’d be a former nun (*cough cough*) who then got a job at the school? or maybe she’d have a house somewhere in the woods, a bit away from the main part of town. maybe a bit like zelena’s farm house. i could imagine tink being an author and a loner. who would try to stay away from most people in town, but especially the nuns and mother superior.
maybe someone would ask her at some point why she’s not a nun anymore and like with others when asked about their curse past, she’d be surprised that she’s struggling to remember- it’s all fuzzy. she’s not sure. all she knows is… there was something with the mayor and then she was thrown out of the covenant. she barely even questions why she doesn’t remember.
and actually i want to get back to the lost boys + wendy. bc like to have them be students at storybrooke’s local high school as their cursed selves is one thing, but that’s not enough. where would they actually live? i was thinking, maybe in this au the nuns run a local orphanage and they all live there. obviously pan wouldn’t be happy there, so he’d cause even more trouble i think, but i think wendy would be even more miserable there. she probably doesn’t know why, but for some reason, she’s just always on edge and somewhat scared around pan and his “friends” (are they even friends??? who’s to say?). ofc it’d be because of their past on neverland but none of them would know that and idk. i just think it’d be a fun dynamic.
anyway- i feel like felix, devin and wendy would keep their own names in storybrooke, but idk what tink and pan would be called.
well. hm. maybe tink would get something something like Kelly Bell? kelly because green (which is what the blue fairy called her) and bell bc. yk. tinkerBELL. not exactly the most creative name, but it’s a start ig. idk- shdjjdkdjf
pan might get his name malcolm back and maybe he’d just be malcolm pan- even if that’s kinda a weird last name. or maybe pan and rumple’s cursed selves would be related just like their original selves, just in a different way ofc- so maybe he’d be malcolm gold? but then what would the relation actually be?
i think it’d be funny if it was just the other way around - like malcolm is mr gold’s “son” lmfao. rumple would be SO upset about that when he gets his memories back and it would honestly make the family tree even messier. or maybe it’d be left vague like malcolm is just some distant relative but beyond the name they have nothing in common? that would have potential too but it feels like a more distant idea so idk shdkbskfhf
and one more thing. rufio and hook would ofc not be there in storybrooke, since we all know that hook was with cora and rufio is presumed dead, but maybe they would be present in some cursed memories? like the lost boys have memories of a guy who used to be a classmate of theirs or even a friend called rufio who eventually died because of a one handed drunk driver lol. obviously when they’d get asked about the details no one would quite know, just like always with the curse. but snippets like that could be there. maybe pan would remember some sailor he talked to vaguely and maybe he’d even recognise hook, but he also couldn’t recall any details. also the sailor part would fit bc storybrooke does actually have docks and the like. idk i think the curse giving them such funky and fuzzy memories has potential too. especially if the timeline got changed even more so that maybe hook and cora end up in storybrooke before the curse is even broken. wouldn’t that be fun?
#ouat peter pan#pan <3#felix#peter pan ouat#felix ouat#ouat felix#wendy#ouat wendy darling#wendy darling ouat#tinkerbell ouat#tink#ouat tinkerbell#rumple#mr gold#rumplestiltskin ouat#ouat rumplestiltskin#moi#once upon a time#headcanon#au#neverland ouat#ouat neverland#ouat storybrooke#storybrooke ouat#storybrooke
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lovers, to bed: tis almost fairy time (4)
sam winchester x fairy!reader
wc: 4.0k
warnings: soulmate!au (partners share scars), fem!reader, limited use of y/n, implied age gap (reader is early 20's), angst, subby sam winchester (?), some smoking, canon warnings (child kidnapping, violence ect.)
an: i'm so sorry that this took so long, uni has put me in a really tough mental space at the moment and being creative has been so difficult. but i hope it was worth the wait! love you all endlessly
summary: yes, Sam Winchester was an idiot: but he would be damned if he was going to let his little fairy get away.
part one part two part three
The trunk clicked open, swinging up against the back window of the Impala.
Dean rummaged between the shotguns and the silver blades and the jugs of gasoline. His hand emerged with a wide set machete, holding it up to Sam.
"I've been dying to use this bad boy since Idaho." He grinned at his reflection in the steel blade.
Sam rolled his eyes, hair fluttering over his forehead where the evening wind was tugging on it. The Impala was parked up against the grass at the edge of the forest, the sun disappearing over the treetops in a way that sunk the town in a purple glow.
He reached in to grab a shotgun, a silver blade too: slipping it into his jacket pocket. "Right. Let's just get this over with."
His brother grinned, "So you can go see your little princess, hm?"
Sam didn't dignify him with a response. Mostly because he was right.
The weight of the truth draped over his shoulders like a truck. Stifling and making it hard to breath, let alone think.
Dean laughed at his lack of response, bumping his shoulder to his:
"Sammy's getting laid tonight." He sing-songed.
"Yeah, right. That's a great idea." He huffed, "Then she can see all my scars and realise I've been lying to her. Sounds fun."
Nudging the trunk closed, Dean groaned. "She's gonna find out either way."
"Not unless I don't tell her."
At that Dean paused. His eyes ran over Sam's figure where he was loading the shotgun.
"So when were done, we're just gonna leave town?"
Sam slammed the trunk shut with maybe a little too much force. "Can we drop it?"
Dean raised his hands in surrender. "Whatever. It's your problem, but I think she should know."
But Sam was already pacing towards the line of trees, huffing and trying to suffocate the guilt building in his chest.
The forest wasn't making it any easier. Dean was trailing behind him, every footstep crackling over the dry leaves and soft grass reminding him of your laugh. The dark bark of the black of your eyes, those eyes so wide and wet--
"Hey," Dean's voice cut through his thoughts. He motioned over between the trees. "Look."
There was the tree again. Glowing just like it had been the last time they'd ventured into the belly of the woods.
A crunch echoed around the space. Sam's head whipped over his shoulder, Dean reaching with a quickness that only came from experience for the gun in his holster:
"What was that?"
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There was a teenager behind the counter when you plonked down a packet of sour worms and a tray of eggs in front of her.
She was usually the one who helped you when you'd stop in after work some days. She's cute in a sprightly way: piercings sticking out from every piece of skin she could get her hands on and she was one of the only people left in town who didn't scowl at you when you came in.
But she was looking at you funny just then, her hands still where they'd usually just reach to start scanning your things with a bored look on her young features.
"You've ... uh, got a ..." she'd motioned up to her own face, brushing a finger over her cheek.
Your hand came to pet your own face, drawing back with a palmful of blood. Shoulders sagging, you sigh. "Oh."
She leaned down under the counter, emerging with a handful of napkins and offering them to you. You smiled at her, "Thank you. It's, uhm, it's not mine."
The girl nodded like she already figured. She started to scan your eggs while you wiped down your cheek, napkins dissolving into a crimson lump. You wondered, for the millionth time, what your soulmate had gotten themselves into today.
There was a glass case enclosing some rotating hot dogs that you used to check your reflection: to probe gently at the thin cut you suspected was the work of a sharp blade, and when she handed you your bag, your face was mostly clean over where it was flush with embarrassment. Poor girl was already working late on a week night and you'd waltzed in looking like a scene from a horror movie.
You thanked her and she offered one last uninterested nod.
It was dark out already and you didn't feel as safe walking home as you once had but there was little option, and the corner store was less than a couple blocks from home.
The bag shuffled and your neck-full of crystals clinked as you walked. You hummed a song you'd had stuck in your head all afternoon, some playful tune you'd heard on the radio in the shop.
In the distance there was a crowd. The road overthrown with a flickering blue and red light from cop cars parked just further down and voices overlapped in loud chatter.
You frowned. "What ..."
As you neared your eyes find uniformed officers pushing back other curious onlookers. There was a news van parked there too: a man dressed in a smart suit speaking into a microphone at his chest and he's grinning-- "Yes, Arthur, I am here in Fernglade Washington with some amazing news for our viewers. Tonight, the town can rest a little easier--"
There was a loud sob that carries over heads and a woman was on her knees, jeans pressing into the concrete where she was clutching a child. She's shaking violently ... and she wasn't alone.
Behind her was another set of parents with a child ... and another, and another.
Your heart floated into your throat. There brewed a bubbling feeling in your chest, it's ... it's the children. The missing children.
You recognised Rachel and Georgia ... and Manny. Sure, they were a little dirty: with pale soil-ridden faces and torn Barbie t-shirts.
One, two, three -- you counted them with your eyes -- seven. They were all there.
The police had set up a barricade and you didn't even realise you'd dropped and crushed your eggs when you pressed against it. There's eyes on you, guilty eyes, and you could tell nearby officers were pretending not to look at you out the corner of their eyes.
But you couldn't be bothered with them, with the whispering crowd either, because you'd made out the outline of the Winchester brothers' backs talking down at a short police woman who was avidly writing against a tiny notebook.
You were grinning so hard it was hurting your cheeks and your eyes welled with the joy of the scene. They were all there. They were all okay, alive!
"Sam!' you leaned over the wooden barricade. It had to have been them, there was nobody else who believed you. Believed that the kids weren't locked up in the depths of a dungeon you didn't own.
A laugh was gurgling up from the depths of your throat and you felt where a tear slipped over the healing cut on your cheek. "Sam!"
Sam's head perked up, pausing mid-sentence when he turned those wide shoulders to the crowd, to you. His face lit up with shadows under the spectacle of coloured lights when his eyes found yours.
Your heart sunk from where it was sitting in your throat, slipping all the way to the deepest pit in your stomach.
Even under the harsh light and the cover of night it was impossible to miss the drying blood painting his face. Running down from a cut over his cheek. Your hand came to find your own jaw, eyes never leaving his, when you pressed up into the matching scar. It didn't hurt and even if it had, you wouldn't have felt it just then.
Sam's face was twisting with realisation. "Y/n--"
You tripped back over the edges of your skirt, knocking into the onlookers behind you-- "hey, watch it!"
Concrete reached up, scraping at your heels wedged into dainty sandals, but the hammering of your heart kept them moving. You broke out the crowd, oxygen leaning further and further out your grasp when you broke into a run.
"Y/n, wait!"
But you didn't stop.
Sam watched your silhouette shrink down the road, streetlights illuminating your escape. He gulped for breath, guilt choking him out: clogging his airways with thick sludgy shame.
"Sammy," a hand closed over his arm. "Come on--"
"Agent, we need to finish getting your statement."
Dean was leaning over his shoulder when he looked down. His eyes were sticky with sympathy.
The officer was lingering just a foot from him. She looked confused, gaze flickering between him and the now empty street.
"Dean ..." he turned to his only comfort. "She-- my face ..."
His brother nodded. "Yeah, I know. I know, Sammy."
He patted him. "Just give her some time to breath, okay? Let's finish here."
Every nerve-ending in his body was screaming at him to chase you down the street. To break through the nosy locals and crawl his way up your porch steps: beg on his knees for forgiveness.
Just give her some time. He didn't know if his mind was ringing or if Dean had said it again, but Sam nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."
The officer pressed her pen back to her little notebook. She nodded, "Okay so you guys followed the perpetrator into the forest. Male, blonde hair, you said?"
Dean made a grunt of agreement.
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The night was so cold, Sam remembered.
A thin sheet of drizzle was patching up the sidewalk when his heavy footsteps crept up along it. Barely enough to dampen his hair, but his jacket felt impossibly heavy over his shoulders.
It was past midnight. The police had held them down: a trip to the station, a tower of signed documents and a sketch artist later there he finally was, standing feeling small for the first time in his life at the edge of your property.
Wind was twirling a thin line of smoke off your porch. He could see you through the darkness.
You said nothing. Eyes connected with his across your impeccably maintained grass.
It egged him forward.
His footsteps were loud clambering up the three wooden steps onto your porch.
You were leaned back into the arms of an ornate wooden rocking chair he'd noticed on his first trip up those same stairs. You weren't looking at him anymore: eyes drifting over the quiet street.
Sam was at least glad to find you bundled up in a blanket.
In your lap sat was the strangest-looking pipe he'd ever seen. An obnoxiously long chamber with a bulbous bowl at the end.
A string of purple smoke was curling out from between your lips. "You're here."
He couldn't tell if it was a question or not. Your face was as passionless as he'd ever seen it: offering him nothing.
"I promised I would be."
You nodded slowly, bringing the pipe up to your mouth and sucking on it steadily, still not looking at him. "How are the kids?"
Sam's hands bunched at his side. A dreadful burning viper was slithering between his organs. In this light he could see the smooth cut against your face, a misaimed throw of a blade from Dean when a tiny grotesque goblin had leapt up at him.
"They're ... they're fine. T-They're good."
"Did you know?"
You're looking at him now. It's the question he knew was coming but it knocks him breathless all the same.
He draws breath, mind spinning between the truth and an easier lie. "I--"
"Don't lie, Sam."
Your eyes are piercing him, like an arrow to the chest. He swallows hard. "Yes ... I did."
The pipe draws up to your mouth again, you let out a soft humourless laugh. It's followed out by another cloud of glittering smoke. The laugh so empty that it dries Sam's mouth.
"I ... the life I lead," he starts again, the snippets of a speech that he'd been stewing on his whole life for this exact moment coming out sounding more pathetic than he ever thought they could. "It's no life for you. For anyone, and I couldn't do that to someone I... I-I love. To tie you to me, I've done terrible things you don't know--"
"And you think I haven't?" You're rising from the chair now, pipe thudding to the floor. Your voice is prickled in a rising anger. "That I'm some jewel who could never imagine what life is like on the run? To kill and hurt for survival?"
The rain was coming down harder. Trees and bushes leaning against the push of the wind. Sam was so lost in the heat of your eyes that he didn't notice the creep of a thick-set branch crawling up the edge of the porch, down over the lip of the roof.
"Were you just gonna leave?" Your voice never rose but he flinched like you'd screamed it at him. The flush of fury setting your cheeks alight, illuminating the scar that put you both there. "You were, weren't you?"
The touch was wet and solid when it wrapped around his ankle, the branch wrenching him by both ankles back against the bannister of the porch. He gasped when the wood struck his back: another thick brown limb winding around his neck, not enough to hurt but enough to fix his head in your direction and stop him from toppling over.
It took a couple gulps of breath to realise that it was the tree. The one wrapped around your cottage, that it was you.
"This is a two way street, Sam." you pressed up against his chest, eyes alight with a power you'd never let show before. "You bang me up for years and years, and I sit and wait for you. And you were just gonna leave? Leave me to patch up all your bullet holes and your wolf bites?"
Shame drains his cheeks of warmth. He doesn't fight the tree's grip, purposefully ignores the sharpened blade that's still well within his reach. Sam shakes his head as well as he can: he doesn't know what to say. His whole pathetic speech meant nothing anymore and he didn't think this could hurt any harder until he realises that tears are streaming quietly down your perfect perfect face.
You're pressed up against him, your warmth seeping into his bones.
Forehead meeting his pectoral, you shake your head too. Tears wetting his shirt.
"I was scared." He finally lets out, it's pitiful. "I didn't know this is what it felt like. I didn't know love could feel like this."
"I'm scared too, you know." You whisper into him.
In a surge of bravery, or maybe just stupidity - he couldn't tell anymore, his hand finds your jaw: tipping it up to face him.
God, he never thought you could be more beautiful but you were blinking up at him with wet lashes and a trembling lip and he was ready to give up his whole fucking life for you. Lay down the gun and never pick it up again, let Dean drive alone out and far away from Fernglade.
It was all made more real when you leaned up onto your toes, nose brushing his and hands finding his neck.
You moved no closer, warm breath caressing the bow of his lip, but Sam would be damned if being hog-tied by some oak tree was gonna stop him from the taste of you so he wrapped a strong arm over your waist and tugged you just that little distance further.
The feeling of your lips crashing on his couldn't be any sweeter. He imagined that this is what a firework felt like when it leapt into the sky and burst.
Your mouth was desperate, like his, and your hands wrapped around the base of his shivering neck.
You tasted like sweet tea and tangy like whatever was in your magical pipe and if the tree wasn't holding him upright he'd have crashed to his knees. You whined lowly and it stoked the fire pit in Sam's stomach.
His tongue slipped past your lips, struggling against the hold of the oak tree to let his hands roam your back. Your mouth was wet hot and he knew he could kiss you forever, until his oxygen depleted and he was dead for the world.
But you stepped back, eyes wide like you'd been doused over with ice water. A hand wiped at your mouth, at the mix of his and your's saliva coating your lips.
"You ..." your voice trembled. "You should go."
You stumbled back down the porch, door creaking as it opened and banging as it shut.
The grip of the tree loosened and Sam watched it's branches creep back under the porch. It became still again, rain calming to a measly patter and bushes watching quietly.
"Fuck." he whispered.
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Sam shut the car door obnoxiously loud after him. The leather of the Impala creaked loudly when Dean followed in suit, hands reaching up to the slick black wheel.
"You're sure?"
Without answering, Sam shifted to take one last look at the Pinecone Motel and it's chipping copper paint.
"Fine." Dean turned the key into the ignition, car rumbling to life beneath them.
In the backseat is his and Sam's rucksacks and duffle-bags jam-packed with their few worldly possesions. The same bags haphazardly zipped shut that same morning when Sam eventually busted through the door demanding that they left Fernglade right fucking now.
The sun was just barely creeping over the town and morning chill frosted the view through the windscreen. It's busy despite the time: open signs are flickering on and men in aprons are heaving crates of apples onto stands under fairylight-lit doorways.
Bad Moon Rising hummed through the crumbly speakers and Sam slammed the switch on the dash so it shut off.
"Hey!" Dean calls, "take it easy man. She's gentle."
He pat the dash softly where Sam has just knocked it. Still, his brother says nothing.
"Okay." He huffed, pulling the car into a spot near the sidewalk in front of a lifeless diner. Dean twists in his seat to face Sam: "you've barely said a word all morning."
Sam tugged his jacket closer over his frame. "I said I don't wanna talk about it."
"Yeah, yeah. You've been saying that all damn week." Dean's arm lifted to rest against the back of the seat. "But you're gonna talk now. This isn't some passing girl that you can just pack your bags and run away from. You're gonna have to go there and apologise."
Sam's expression curls in anger. "Yeah, Dean, I did that! And she tied me up with tree branches and kicked me off her porch--"
"Well, boo hoo!" Dean tightened his one-handed grip on the steering wheel. "Do it again! Do it until she forgives you."
"I don't need your advice, Dean. I've made up my mind, we're leaving."
A cat was scratching on a growing weed at the edge of the sidewalk, Sam focused on it to avoid his brother's eyes. They were hot and he could feel them burning a hole into the side of his face.
"Can we just go."
"What is it?" Dean spoke again, this time quieter. Cool fog followed the words out his mouth. "What are you scared of?"
Sam ran both hands through the tendrils of hair over his scalp. He sighed. "I'm ... she's not gonna be able to forgive me."
"Are you gonna be able to forgive yourself?"
There was a long quiet.
It was broken by a car passing noisily. It draws Dean's attention and he nodded quietly to himself. "Fine. Wisconsin?"
"Yeah." Sam agrees quietly.
The car started again, Dean went to turn to radio back up. "Will you grab my jacket, I left it in the trunk. It's fucking freezing in here."
Sam sighed again. "Fine."
"Thanks."
The door clicked open again. He's barely both feet out the car when it grumbles and swerves off the sidewalk, Sam tripped over the edge nearly onto the concrete, and by the time he's stabled himself: the Impala was racing down the main road.
"You'll thank me for this!" His brother's voice faded with the car's black silhouette.
Sam's hands returned to his hair again, "son of a bitch!"
An old lady across the street turned to him with an affronted look. He waves her off, kicking at the same weed the cat had abandoned in the flurry of commotion.
Above him, the diner sign flickers on: The Frothy Mug. He stopped.
It felt like years between when he was last standing under the same light of the sign. In front of the same three steps that he watched your eyes sparkle at him: your hand tucked warmly against his.
"Fucking ..." the expletives died on his tongue. He's right, that asshole.
"I'm a fucking idiot."
Sam's legs began moving before he even knew they were, chasing down the same route he'd meandered along with you three nights previous. He's sprinting, breathing a purposeless afterthought as the diner disappeared behind him.
Past the pharmacy, the laundromat, The Bloom Box. All the way to the end of town where your cottage and your trees and your flowers and you waited for him.
Sam panted clouded breaths as the sight came into view at the end of the road. The morning sunlight lit your garden a bright orangey eden. His steps were just as heavy as they were in the early hours of that same morning when he trudged up the same stone pathway.
He didn't let himself hesitate, bringing red, bruised knuckles up against the hardwood door. The knock rumbled through the house and shakes every bone in his body.
There was a long pause. Then a scuffle, a sniff and a "Goose, get back".
The door creaked and you stood in the doorway like you had the first day his feet found this porch.
While expected, Sam was taken aback by the sight of you. You're in a matching set of pajamas, green - unsurprisingly - and covered in little ladybugs. Your face was swollen with sleep, eyelashes kissing in the corner and lips puffy.
"Sam--" you sighed, but Sam's hands find your shoulders gently.
"I know it's early, but please listen. I'm an idiot." He sounded desperate, but couldn't find a way to help it.
"Yes." You nodded.
"And I'm sorry." He nodded along with you. "And it took Dean kicking me out the car to get me here because - like I said - huge idiot, but I'm sorry. I'm a sorry, sorry idiot who's so in love with you that he doesn't know what to do with himself."
Your eyebrow curls, "Dean kicked you out the car?"
Sam's eyes rolled. "Yes. I was going to leave, because I'm a coward too. A cowardly idiot who doesn't deserve forgiveness, but I'm asking for it anyways."
You shrugged, head dipping to almost rest against your shoulder. Your face almost, almost laced in amusement. "Begging always looks a little more convincing on your knees, Sam."
His knees knock loudly when they hit the wooden porch. Sam's hands slide down to find yours.
"I'm sorry." He said again, the only words his brain could formulate under the shine of you in your morning glory - the sight of a woman he wanted to see every morning until forever. "Please let me make it up to you?"
Your hands released his slowly, rising to run through his chestnut hair and settling at the base of his neck. You smile.
He thought he might be dreaming but you lean down and kiss him gently. A tinkle of bells rang through the air and Sam smiled against your mouth.
You brushed your nose against his: "I forgive you, Sam."
Sam's hands grip against your hips before floating back and brushing against the edge of the silken wings at your back.
"Really?"
"Yes. Now come in here and show me how sorry you are."
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