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randomperson99sworld · 3 months ago

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Ruffled Feathers 🪶

~ Part 41 ~

Summary: Julia Morgan, Bobby's niece, has always been a royal thorn in Dean Winchesters ass since the day they met 1 year ago at Bobby's memorial. She wants to be a hunter, he thinks she's a dumb kid playing dress up. Will she always be seen as an unwanted load in Dean's eyes or will he see something more?

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warnings: Age gap, language, sexual themes (used lightly) , physical abuse (Not by Dean).

Word Count: 1,230

A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying this story as much as I’ve been writing it lol. They’re just so FLUFF Stated as always this story is cross posted on Wattpad. Happy reading! ♥️

The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting a soft glow over the room. Dean woke to find Julia still asleep beside him, her hair fanned out across the pillow, her hand resting on his chest. He smiled slightly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles.

It was peaceful here—something he wasn't used to.

Slipping out of bed carefully so as not to wake her, Dean got dressed quietly. He stepped outside onto the small porch of Julia's place, taking a deep breath of the crisp morning air. It felt good—normal, even. A rarity in his life.

As he stood there, watching the world wake up around him, he felt the weight of everything he was carrying start to creep back in. The Mark of Cain still lingered on his arm, a constant reminder of the danger that loomed ahead. But he had to believe that, with Julia and Sam by his side, they could find a way through it.

When he went back inside, Julia was already up, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling on her clothes. She looked up when he walked in, smiling softly.

"Morning," she greeted.

"Morning," Dean replied, leaning against the doorframe. He hesitated for a second before saying, "Was thinking... maybe we could hit the road later. See if there's a case or something. I need to keep busy."

Julia raised an eyebrow, standing and walking over to him. "Back to the grind already, huh?"

Dean gave a small smirk. "You know me."

She rolled her eyes but nodded. "Alright. But only if we stop for pie on the way."

Dean chuckled, a genuine smile on his face for the first time in what felt like ages. "Deal."

And just like that, things felt a little more normal.

After leaving Julia's place and swinging by the bunker to pick up Sam, the trio hit the road. Dean drove, his usual classic rock playlist blaring through the speakers. Julia sat in the passenger seat, leaning back comfortably while Sam was in the back, going through their intel for the case they'd picked up—a string of disappearances in a small town a few hours away that fit the description of a vampire nest.

Dean, feeling lighter than he had in weeks, was in good spirits. He'd even gotten his pie after they made a pit stop at a diner on the way, and Sam couldn't help but notice how different his brother seemed.

"Alright, so the sheriff in town says six people have gone missing in the last two weeks," Sam said, glancing up from his laptop. "No bodies, just gone. But the disappearances all happened near an old industrial district."

"Sounds like our bloodsuckers," Dean said, taking a bite of his pie as he steered the Impala down the open road. "We take 'em out, rescue whoever's still alive. Should be a quick job."

Julia glanced at him with a small smile. "You always make it sound so easy."

Dean shrugged, licking the fork. "It usually is."

They arrived in town by late afternoon and checked into a motel, agreeing to head out to the industrial district after sundown. The plan was straightforward—Sam would check out the area for signs of the nest while Dean and Julia would secure the perimeter, ready to go in guns blazing if necessary.

As they prepared to leave the motel room, Dean turned to Julia, tossing her a machete. "You good to go, sweetheart?"

Julia caught the weapon with ease, spinning it in her hand before sheathing it at her side. "Always."

Sam shot them both a glance. "Let's keep this simple. In and out, no distractions."

"Don't worry, Sammy," Dean said, clapping his brother on the shoulder. "We'll be back in time for round two of pie."

The industrial district was eerily quiet as the trio moved through the darkened alleys. Sam had found a lead—a nearby warehouse that had been abandoned for years and recently showed signs of activity. The strong, metallic scent of blood hit their noses as they neared the building, confirming their suspicions.

"They're in there," Sam whispered, glancing at Dean and Julia. "You guys ready?"

Dean gave a curt nod, gripping his machete. "Let's end this."

They moved inside, the moonlight barely illuminating the large, dusty space. Rows of old machinery lined the walls, casting long shadows, but it didn't take long to find the nest. In the far corner, the vampires were gathered around a few terrified captives, who were bound and gagged. The vamps were too busy arguing over their next meal to notice the Winchesters and Julia sneaking up.

Dean smirked, giving the others a nod. "Showtime."

They launched their attack swiftly. Dean swung his machete with precision, taking out the first vampire before it even had a chance to react. Julia followed suit, fighting side by side with Dean, her movements quick and practiced. Sam focused on getting the captives out, guiding them away from the danger while Dean and Julia mowed through the remaining bloodsuckers.

One of the vamps made a break for it, but Dean was faster, grabbing the creature by the collar and decapitating it in one swift motion. Blood sprayed across the floor, but Dean didn't flinch, his focus sharp.

In less than ten minutes, the nest was destroyed, and all the vampires lay in pieces around the room.

"See?" Dean said, wiping the blood off his machete. "Easy."

Julia shook her head, laughing. "You make it look that way."

Sam approached, leading the freed captives out. "They're safe. I called the cops—told them we found them wandering outside. Should cover our tracks."

"Nice work, Sammy," Dean said, slinging his machete over his shoulder.

As they left the warehouse, Julia walked next to Dean, bumping his shoulder lightly. "Not bad for your first case back, huh?"

Dean smirked, glancing down at her. "Not bad at all."

Back at the bunker later that night, the trio settled into the library, a much-needed sense of calm returning after the successful hunt. Sam buried himself in research, while Dean and Julia sat across from each other, going over the details of the case with a sense of satisfaction.

Sam eventually looked up from his book, eyeing Dean. "You seem... different."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Different how?"

"I don't know. Lighter," Sam said with a small smile. "Happier."

Dean shrugged, glancing over at Julia, who was trying to hide her smile. "Maybe I'm just getting my groove back."

Julia leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "Or maybe you're finally realizing that you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders all the time."

Dean shot her a look, but there was no denying that she was right. Ever since Julia had become a bigger part of his life, things felt... easier. The Mark of Cain was still a looming threat, but with Julia and Sam by his side, Dean felt more equipped to face it.

"Yeah, yeah," Dean said, waving her off. "Let's not get too mushy, alright? We've got work to do."

But despite his usual tough exterior, there was no hiding the small, genuine smile that crept onto his face as he looked around the room. For the first time in a long time, things felt... good.

And for now, that was enough.

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invisiblegarters · 1 year ago

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Micro (or not) BL Reviews

It's that time again. Seeing as how a couple of things have ended recently and I let my obsession with a certain drama sort of take over everything else of late, I dedicated this week to catching up on all the things I've been missing and doing a quick round up (or not so quick, as it's me).

So let's get started, shall we?

Recently Completed

Stay By My Side - Oh Taiwan. I just love you. I think we had like eighteen "fall into you" moments in the first three episodes alone. The premise was fun - it reminded me a lot of Master's Sun, but the execution of course is totally different. The leads were cute. The chemistry was chemistrying. I loved the sister and that basketball boys. It was mostly fluff, which I am not complaining about because I love me some fluff. That said, I don't think it did anything particularly revolutionary and it never really did manage to grab me. 7.5/10

Wedding Plan - A MAME offering, but…not bad? I mean, not great either, although I will put up with a lot for the premise because I eat shit like that up, but I've seen way worse from MAME. However, it's not going to become a guilty pleasure show like LITA or an unexpected comfort show despite myself (at least the AePete parts) like Love by Chance. It was fine.

Things I really did like: Nuea's family and his workmates (I loved how fiercely both sets of people stood by and supported him through everything from his huge mistake in sleeping with the groom to running back home to deal with it to basically adopting Lom into the group when they worked it out ("we have a new brother in law"). The lesbians - I could have used a bit more heat but I'll take it for now. Let's work on normalizing GL in our BL (frankly I'd love it if we started doing more of that and less of the token straight couple or three)! Was a little annoyed by how they had to fix everything but I won't pretend that the bits with them in episode 6 didn't get to me - I may have teared up a little when Marine was being treated so horribly by Yiwa's mother - that whole thing was so upsetting on a number of levels. And I was happy for them that they could afford to run away to their own happy ending. Also the gag of Lom pretending to be devastated when he was anything but was kinda funny, I will give the show that. And I did like the way that Lom's mom came around - realizing with time that losing her son the same way Yiwa's mother lost her could be a very real result if she kept being rigid. I also liked that she didn't just suddenly become a PFLAG member (or whatever the equivalent would be here) but simply told her son that she would work on it, because that felt more realistic.

The show also got me with how fucking lonely it must have been for both Lom and Yiwa, to know that they were gay and that they could never say anything, and how overwhelming and relieving it must have been to find someone who understood in each other. No fucking wonder they'd do anything for each other. I would have too, if I'd had someone like that growing up.

So yeah. It was fine. I mostly had a good time, even if I got a little bored once or twice. Frankly when it comes to MAME, being a little bored is preferable to feeling like the top of my head is about to come off because I'm so annoyed. Final verdict 7/10

Jun & Jun - Korea keeps making office BLs and I will continue watching them until the end of time. Especially if they keep on serving good kiss while they do it. And this one had bonus scent kink! I honestly don't know what's gotten into Korea lately but I am very much here for it.

This was a fun little office BL. I liked how flirty it was from the get go, the way that both Juns danced around each other with the full knowledge that they were flirting. The intern group was fun, too. I really enjoyed the boyfriend episode at the end.

Everyone was very cute in this, but Simeon was my utter favorite. He totally stole the show for me. Him and Young. Young especially was a surprise, since she drove me bonkers when she first showed up. But she grew on me. I liked how fast she decided to embrace Lee Jun, and her and Choi Jun's friendship was cute.

I shipped Simeon and Hyung Hyun Jae too. Hard.

All in all this was cute, even if it didn’t manage to grip me as hard as I hoped. Like I said before, I'm not sure what's gotten into Korea lately but I hope it continues. 8/10.

Laws of Attraction - When I first saw the trailer for this, I decided to skip it. The leads were attractive enough but to be honest it seemed kinda poorly made and like it didn't know what it was going to do with itself. And I was feeling surly and judgmental and decided that it just wasn't for me. Also it was on iQIYI and I had no interest in signing up for another subscription.

But then I saw someone had stuck it on youtube and I was bored one Saturday an there were a few eps already out, so I thought, eh, why not?

And I've not regretted it for a moment. I loved this show so much my god. Even when OF started (and you all know how much I obsess about OF) this was still the thing I looked forward to most on Saturdays. I adored Charn and his shark smile from moment one, and that adoration did not cease throughout the entirety of the show's run. His character development was by far the best on the show, and I loved the slow, stumbling way he regained the person he used to be, while still keeping the ruthlessness of the man he allowed anger and bitterness to let him become (up to a point). I loved that the show began and ended with his shark smile, but for very different reasons. And he and Tinn were adorable.

I appreciated them banging the marriage equality drum, too, and especially Charn's very pragmatic reasons for wanting it to be legal (as a lawyer, he would think like that, and I appreciate that the show kept him in character even when he was sappy). I also loved his wedding jacket I want four.

I also loved Tinn, and I have to give credit to Jam for the way he portrayed him. While Film totally ate as Charn I do think that in some ways a character like Tinn is harder to portray, because it would be very very easy for him to become preachy because of his morality and rigid sense of justice. But Jam played him with enough nuance that he never slid into that for me - he was willing to occasionally be at least slightly underhanded when the situation called for it, and while he expected Charn to be better (and read him to filth when he caught him out lying to and manipulating him), he thankfully also seemed to understand the fine art of compromise. Plus he's really pretty. Both of them are really pretty.

But the thing that I never expected was just how hard I turned around on Thaenthai. He drove me absolutely bonkers for the first few eps, and I was loudly annoyed by the fact that after about ep three (if not sooner), it became clear that he was not the one who had hit Tonkhao but that he was being made to take the blame. It felt to me like the show wanted me to excuse how vile he was (acting like Tonkhao's death was nothing, beating the crap out of Tinn when he was already tied up and helpless, just generally acting like a spoiled, entitled, horrible shitstain of a human being) because his father beat him. And while that was horrifying and I wanted him to get the hell out of there as soon as possible I still felt that a worm is a worm is a worm, even if the worm's father happens to be worse.

But then the show went and did something I did not expect it to do: it didn't just tell us that Thaenthai was lashing out because he was caught in a desperate limbo of wanting to run away from his and wanting to please him, but it went and did the work to show it. I started turning around on him after he found out about the gardener his father used as a scapegoat once things started getting heated, because we finally got to catch him before he had time to put on his mask. And it just kept coming, because now we knew what to look for. He's still an ass for beating the shit out of Tinn when he was tied up though, lol.

Another thing I really loved that this sow did with him was show him loving his dad in spite of everything. This man beat him, nearly drowned him, let him take the blame for a murder he did, tried to kill the only person Thaenthai felt was really on his side (because I do think that the intent was always to kill Thee - I'm just not entirely sure why it didn't happen as soon as Thaenthai got on that plane. I guess because we needed a happier ending. I am not complaining), and told him to his face that he could never love him because he killed his mother, and yet Thaenthai still loved him, still wanted his attention and his respect and his love in return. And it just rang very painfully true to me. You don't stop loving your parents because they're shit, and humans for some reason tend to be wired to try harder for love that is hard to receive (or impossible, in this case). It did not surprise me that Thaentha tried to visit his father in prison, or that he was sad when he died. But neither did it surprise me that something in him seemed looser in those scenes as well, because even though he loved his dad there's a part of him that's glad he's gone.

I love stuff like this, because it's so complicated and realistic and it hurts in a way that only something that resonates with reality can. I ate it up.

Shout out as well to Not Vorarit, because he really did a good job with Thatthep. The way he slowly unraveled as the show went on was pitch perfect, every little nuance from his first intro as the shady but possibly not *that* shady "concerned" parent right up until that last scene with Charn where he's just a cackling monster. Kudos, you created an excellently detestable character. Watching him get his comeuppance was certainly a highlight of the show for me.

I was also really into the way that Tonkhao was very much a main character despite the fact that she died so early. One of the best strengths of this show was the way that it never let us forget what started this whole thing, it showed Tinn and Grandma grieving for their little girl, talking about her, missing her. Being reminded of her around every corner. They kept her in the forefront of our minds exactly the way that they should have, and I was delighted by it.

Other fun notables are himbo ex Nawin and Rose and Maya, our GL couple that I wish had gotten a little more screen time *as* a couple but either way were fabulous. I will love this show forever for introducing Nawin in the final hour and making him such a great combination of ridiculous and ruthless. And the way they let him breathe as a character - they really just stood back and were like "look at this ridiculous man stealing the show" and it was amazing. And Rose was just - she was such a good friend to Charn the whole way through, and both her and Maya's utter delight for him when he found Tinn (and them welcoming not only him but grandma into their little family so readily) warmed my cynical heart. And I will watch Sylvie Pavida in pretty much anything, I think.

All this raving and yet I still have to go with a final score of 9/10. I recommend this show, it's way better than I thought it would be, but there are some questionable choices made, the CGI and the fight scenes are laughable (the fire at Charn's office made me laugh so hard I had to pause), and they pulled out a guitar and sang not once, but twice. And they don't even have the excuse that one of them is supposed to be a singer. Also frankly nowadays every Thai show I watch I have to ask myself "did I enjoy this more than Moonlight Chicken?" which I only gave a 9.5, and for this one, the answer was no. So 9 it is, but a highly recommended 9. This was so much fun and it will be very missed on Saturdays.

Currently Watching

Be Mine Superstar - I really do not get why they have decided to give the doom eleventh episode to this drama. It makes such little sense from this couple, who are the least dramatic pairing possible. They should have just left the angst to Muang and the doc.

Speaking of which, I have been disappointed with that storyline. I feel like we went from nothing to boyfriends with no real development, and now that they're not boyfriends again we're supposed to care, and I just don't.

Also Title is really out here doing the most. My dude, can't you just bow the fuck out gracefully? Blergh him and the manger stuff is still really annoying. Kevin was a delight though. Even though that's one too many dudes thirsty for Ashi for my personal taste (although he is very pretty so I totally get it).

Hidden Agenda - I actually kind of loved how ridiculous the conflict between Joke and Zo wound up being. Oh sure, Pat helping Joke along was a betrayal of trust or whatever, but it just felt perfect for the kind of drama this is. I get the idea that it felt like a betrayal of trust, but I also don't really get how it was too much different from what Zo was trying to do with Nita. Whatever, I love my low stakes drama on Sundays, keep it coming Hidden Agenda.

Kiseki: Dear to Me - This show is doing what I wanted from Only Friends and giving me all the cameos. The way I yelled when I saw the two from history: make Our Days Count. I think my favorite is Ai Di - poor little ball of adoration and pettiness and jealousy. I adore him. Oh, and that scene in the spa was great - I loved how everyone was looking at everyone else while the episode's guest stars (HI, Be Loved in House I Do guys! Good to see you) side eyed the lot of 'em. Me too, my friends. Me too. They're all messy and in love with everyone else and I am here for this weird quadrangle.

The main couple has less of a chokehold on me, but I like our uptight, traumatized doctor to be. And okay, yes, it got me with his unwilling return to a solitary life after Ze Rui disappeared on him. My guess is we're gonna speed run to the imprisonment and amnesia in the synopsis, and I'm good with that. I hope the cameos continue, but even if they don't I'm really enjoying this.

Taikan Yoho / My Personal Weatherman - I saw this called live action yaoi and at first didn’t really believe it, but no. No, it really is. And I am *here* for it. I can't say it's my favorite thing airing right now but I'm enjoying it.

The Jungle - (not a BL, so I'm cheating here, ah well) I don't know who thought that what we needed was four entire episodes of Pine's manpain, but they were very wrong. At least for my money. On the bright side, August is gorgeous and Pat is killing it. The series has been uneven for me and I'm a little annoyed they apparently want to wrap up Pine's BS, Nathee and Florence, *and* address Hunter's backstory in just two eps. But eh, whatever, I was only ever really watching for the women and Mix and thankfully Hack and Irin gave me all the mess that was promised (and not really delivered on, unfortunately. Not that I wanted a bunch of assholes womanizing, but aside from freaking Pine everyone's stories wrapped up in a couple of episodes of mostly no mess at all).

Looking Forward To

23.5 - Come on GMMTV get this thing out already I want it. I have been patient but come oooooon. I had three highly anticipated dramas for this line up and this is the only one that hasn't been released yet and I want it. Gimme my GL.

Absolute Zero (Sep 27, iQiYI)- this is gonna hurt but at least I know it going in?

The Box (Sep 22, not sure about where) - Not a BL, but looks like a good time. Plus I'm interested to see Prem in a thriller - I think he'll do well.

I am also wondering what will replace the Monday/Tuesday hole The Jungle will leave when it stops airing or if they plan to do reruns.

And apparently we're getting the GMMTV 2024 lineup in Oct this year, which seems really early but maybe I'm wrong. I didn’t actually pay attention to the 2023 lineup until way after it came out so I can’t be trusted. *whispers* please let Midnight Museum have a season two, please let Midnight Museum have a season two.

#stay by my side #wedding plan #jun & jun #laws of attraction #be mine superstar #kiseki: dear to me #hidden agenda #taikan yoho #the jungle #23.5 the series #absolute zero #the box #midnight museum #my personal weatherman #not really micro micro bl reviews

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gryfferin-gaybies · 10 months ago

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Prompt - My *weapon* is broken

Aurors Draco and Harry stood back to back, firing spells at the enchanted objects advancing from all directions. They'd called for back up 20 minutes ago, where was everyone? Their criminal had made his escape as the Auror partners tried not to get killed by everything in the large storage unit.

"Duck!" Draco yelled as three kitchen knives flew at their heads. The two men moved as one, the knives zipping over their heads to hit the wall and clatter to the floor.

"Draco!" Harry shouted as they stood back up together, still back to back. "We've got to get out of here!"

"You think I don't know that," Draco shot back. He sent a stupefy spell at a ceramic snake that had come to life and was ready to strike at Draco's ankle. "We could just Apparate," Draco offered.

Behind him, he heard what sounded like a heavy book slamming and a crack. "Fuck! That would work except now my wand is broken." Draco knew there was no way Harry could perform wandless magic in his state of exhaustion.

"Shit! Ok, hold onto me. I'll get us out of here." Draco felt Harry wrap his arms around Draco's shoulders, Harry's chest pressed to his back. He could feel Harry's breath on his neck. In any other situation, he would've gotten a hard on.

Before Draco could Disapparate them, Harry cried out and let go of him. Draco felt him slide to the floor.

"Harry? Harry, what happened?" Draco tried to get a look at his friend and partner behind him but his surroundings were still trying to kill him. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Harry said through gritted teeth.

Draco had an opportunity. With nothing close enough to be an immediate threat, he cast a ward that enveloped them both but it was only temporary. Once he was satisfied with his work, he turned to Harry. "Let me see."

Harry was sitting in the floor with his legs sprawled out in front of him so he could kick things away. There was a large glass shard sticking out from his side. "I'm fine. Let's just get out of here."

"You're not fine! You can't Apparate like this. It could get lodged in further. We need backup." Draco examined the wound, trying to gauge how deep it was.

Harry hissed as Draco pressed two fingers lightly to his skin. "Well they're clearly not coming any time soon. It's our best shot at getting out of here."

"Absolutely not, and I'm not fighting you on this either. It's too dangerous. I . . . I'm going to have to heal you here." Draco stuttered.

"What! No way! Do you even know what you're doing? There's no way I'm letting you botch me up like that." Harry pressed his hand to his side, letting the glass protrude between his fingers.

Draco sighed. "I went to medical school before becoming an Auror, remember?"

"Yeah! Like 15 years ago! You're out of practice and you're coming nowhere near my injury." Harry tried to turn himself away from Draco but winced.

The wards started to shimmer, a sign they were fading. Draco cast another in a hurry and then three more in succession, hoping they'd last longer.

"Potter, you're going to have to let me heal you so we can get the fuck out of here! You know I'd never hurt you. I'm in love with you." He sighed and closed his eyes. This wasn't exactly how he'd wanted to tell Harry he'd fallen for him for him but the words were out before Draco could stop them. The longer they'd worked together, the closer they became and eventually their friendship turned into something more for Draco. It happened about the same time they started using each other's first names—thought Draco still called him Potter when he was being a stubborn git like right now.

"Wait what?" Harry asked. He didn't sound mad or upset in any way.

Draco opened his eyes to see Harry's reaction. He was pleased to find that he didn't look disgusted, only shocked. "This isn't how I wanted to tell you, but it's true. I'm in love with you. And I wouldn't let myself work on you if I wasn't certain that it's our best option."

"I love you too," Harry said, staring deeply into Draco's eyes. Draco was certain he'd heard him wrong or that he didn't mean it but before he could ask for clarification, Harry spoke again. "And I trust you so just fix me so we can leave."

"Alright, hold still." Harry grit his teeth and Draco set to work. He tried not to think about what Harry had just said or that it was Harry he was healing. He had to stay focused. With steady hands he removed the glass and closed the wound. But he'd still need a hospital and soon.

As Draco finished up, more Aurors stormed in.

"Oh sure, now you get here!" Harry rolled his eyes.

Draco helped him to his feet and Apparated them both out of there, deciding this was the rest of the Aurors' problem now. His priority was getting Harry to the hospital so his wound could be healed completely. . . And so they could talk.

#draco x harry #harry potter #drarry #drarry fanfic #fanfic #adult drarry #microfic #drarry microfic #dialogue prompt #confession #whump

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ophelia-jones · 5 months ago

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This is an excerpt from my current fic over on AO3 "Whatever it takes"

Act 2

Daryl was loading equipment into the back of a truck under the hot Virginia summer sun. His shirt clung to his chest and arms with sweat, and he had to hold a hand over his eyes to look around the courtyard at the people working to rebuild what they had thought to be an impassable fence. When he looked toward the factory building, he saw more people hard at work to repair the damage he and the others in the coalition had caused two months prior. They hadn't gotten as far as he had hoped in the rebuilding efforts.

These people were defeated and anxious. Most of all, they were slow to trust. Daryl could hardly blame them. They had only been seeking safety and wound up like this. He leaned back on the bumper of the truck to rest, fishing half a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it carefully. When he looked up again, he saw her. Wyn. She wore a black racerback tank top today, revealing strong arms and shoulders tanned from day after day of the same sun that beat down on him now. Her brown hair was sun-kissed, and sweat dampened around her heart-shaped face. She wiped her forehead with a red bandana and then tucked it in her back pocket.

Daryl's eyes swept over the pronounced curve of her ass for a moment after, his cock shifting slightly in his jeans as he admired her hips and thighs as well. He had loved the shape of her. The way she fit against him - around him. He shifted his weight to hide the bulge in his pants from the half chub he was getting just watching her bend over to pick up pieces of debris and toss it into a pile to be taken away once the cleaning was finished.

And God damn that tank top, with her generous breasts stretching the material until it seemed practically painted on. He stood and returned to his work with the cigarette pinched between his lips.

He couldn't understand why his body betrayed him so much, especially at his age. It wasn't like he was some 18 year old kid obsessed with getting laid. He didn't like not being in control of himself. This put him in an irritable mood - just as it had every single day since they had arrived at Sanctuary. He couldn't - no, WOULDN'T- explain exactly why he was this way around her. More than his physical desire for her was his need to protect himself.

In his entire life - more than four decades - four women had said the words 'I love you' to Daryl. His grandmother (frequently), his mother (occasionally), Beth (she was the type to love everyone), and Wyn. Wyn had clung to him and breathed his name. He could still feel her bare skin against his, feel her hands in his hair, and the way he had wished every time they'd been together, that he could just stay inside of her. The feeling of connection, both physical and emotional, was unfamiliar, but at the same time, it was everything he had always longed for. The way she looked at him... no one had ever looked at him the way she did. There was a desire, which was intoxicating, but there was a gentleness. Not pity, but something more like the feeling of seeing home after a long journey.

It scared him shitless.

Everyone he loved seemed to meet an early and tragic fate. His grandmother, when he was , was 6, his mother just a few years later. Merle. Beth. Glenn. He wasn't dumb enough to be superstitious. He knew there was no curse taking them from him; but he sometimes felt that way. He was hurt by the way she had declared her love, and then just days later, left him. She just ran away.

He had been haunted by dreams of his father and Merle laughing at him. His dad belittled him for thinking he had ever been good enough for a woman to love. Merle made fun of him for wanting her to love him. For wanting her close to him. For wanting her like he did.

Then he dreamt of Glenn. Glenn, with his hope for the future and his love for Maggie. His love for all of them. He dreamt of Glenn beaming at him and giving him some speech about Daryl letting himself love and be loved. These more pleasant dreams often turned back into the nightmares about his family. Sometimes, as Glenn was smiling brightly and talking about the baby, he would relive that awful moment when Negan had taken him from them. How he had made fun of him while he was dying.

He hadn't slept well in a long time.

Wyn was laughing with someone, and the sound of her laughter reminded him of the way, sometimes, when he had made her climax, she would let her head fall back and laugh from deep in her chest. She laughed, she'd told him, because she felt like a bird set free and taking flight. He had ached with joy at that description. That he had given that to her. That HE had given her the feeling of freedom.

She'd made him feel respected. Necessary. The others in Alexandria had done that for him, too. So what was the difference?

Daryl's chest tightened whenever he got close to the answer. Because he felt foolish to have believed she loved him. Then she had left him. Just like everyone always did.

Suddenly, there were raised voices and the sound of people moving hurriedly. Most were hurrying to get out of the way. He turned to look, his face stern. He hoped it was the sort of trouble he could fix with his fists.

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Wyn was trying to work with a handful of men who had served as low-level saviors for Negan, most of whom were relieved when he was removed from his throne. Make no mistake about it, the man had been a mad king and a tyrant. Many of the people here had stayed despite the fact that they feared him because they knew everyone else was afraid of him, too. That made them feel safe.

Some of them, however, had believed in his methods. They had felt freed knowing that they could be arrogant and violent, and there would be no punishment. Hell, they would be rewarded for swinging their dicks around and asserting themselves. They didn't want to go back to a more civilized way of life. Nor did they want to give up Sanctuary. A few of them were niave enough to think they could take it back.

Arlis was one such man. He was 6' 4" and somehow still weighed close to 200 pounds. He hadn't risen in the ranks of the saviors because he wasn't good at showing the inner circle the respect they demanded. He hadn't been killed for one reason and one reason alone. One was his sheer size. He was a potential weapon in a dire situation. The sort of situation where one might set a rabid animal free without concern for who it attacked or if anyone survived including the animal itself.

"I'm not taking orders from a stupid bitch that doesn't know what the fuck she's doing!" He screamed, stepping up to her with his chest out and his fists clenched. She had only just gotten back to full strength and with no bruises left from the beatings she had gotten from Simon eight or ten weeks ago. She really wasn't in the mood for more violence. Still, she stood her ground. She did the best she could to keep her posture calm and neutral. She didn't want to give him any reaction at all.

"That's fine. But you WILL be taking orders from the council, and that means me. You were offered the option of being locked up at Hilltop or being here and being part of the rebuilding. You play by my rules, or you go spend your days in a cage at Hilltop under Maggie's supervision," she told him firmly. "You're getting close to losing the option to be here."

Arlis lunged forward and planted a hand on each of her shoulders, shoving her to the ground. Without pause or remorse, the man stepped forward and raised one booted foot.

Wyn rolled to the left, but she hit the chain link fence and was pinned between it and Arlis and all she could do was cover her head and draw her knees up in the fetal position to try and protect her most vulnerable organs and her head. Every muscle in her body tensed, and she could hear the blood rushing in her ears as she braced for the impact.

Reality seemed to pause like a held breath.

Suddenly, there was a commotion above and beside her. The sound of bone crunching against bone as a fist met someone's jaw. She felt the impact beside her on the gravel beside her. She heard the chain link fence rattle and the grunts and growls of men fighting. The scrabble of boots and knees in the gravel, and then an eerie stillness accompanied by the sound of fist meeting flesh over and over again.

Wyn scrambled to her feet, and when she found her balance, she saw Daryl on top of a man five inches taller and 40 pounds heavier than himself. His hand twisted in Arlis' shirt to keep him from moving out of the way of the brutal punches being thrown by Daryl's other hand.

"Daryl! Stop!" Wyn called out in shock before rushing forward to grab his arm as he drew back to deliver another punch to the man's bloodied face. "Stop." She told him when he looked back at her.

"This is not the way to deal with things!" She said. Her voice was far calmer than before. Daryl stood quickly and jerked his arm out of her grasp.

"This is the only thing these ass holes understand," he told her curtly. He stomped off , saying, "You're welcome, by the way."

Daryl then went over to the barrel of water they had drawn up for the days work. He used a smaller container to draw up enough water for him to drink and then poured the rest over his head and face. He shook his hair like a dog, spraying droplets of water onto Wyn's face as she approached. She pulled her shirt up, exposing her belly as she dried her face on the bottom half. Daryl caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye but didn't turn to look at her directly.

Wyn took a second bucket and filled it.

"Wash your hands. Let me see how bad your knuckles are," she told him. She reached out and took his closest hand. He started to pull it back, but her fingers on his had some sort of paralytic effect on him.

"I've had worse," he grumbled.

"Good for you," she retorted quietly as she guided his hand into the water and washed away the blood with gentle touches and strokes. Finally, Daryl found his ability to move. He pulled his hand out of the water and lifted it high in the air so she couldn't grab it again.

"Why are you like this?" Wyn asked, looking quite cross. She lurched to the side suddenly and grabbed his other hand, and tried to dunk it in the water. Daryl grabbed the water bucket. Despite the threads of blood in it, he dumped it over her head. He hadn't thought about it. It had just happened. For a comediacly long moment, neither moved. They didn't speak. They did not even breathe after her sharp intake of breath as the water hit her hair and quickly dripped down to wet both back and front of her shirt.

Then, just as involuntarily as dumping the bucket, Daryl snickered.

Wyn shook with irritation. She turned and looked up at him, her wet hair sticking on her cheeks and nose. Daryl's usually impeccable poker face could not conceal his amused satisfaction, and he looked down at her and smiled. It was the rarest of Daryl's smiles, one which revealed his teeth and made his eyes shine.

"I said I was fine," he told her. "Go ahead and try that again. I'll dump you headfirst in that barrel."

"You think you could?" She scoffed. This, as far as Daryl was concerned, constituted a challenge. He bent, wrapped an arm around her waist, and put his shoulder against her belly. When he stood up, she was bent like a sack over his shoulder. One of his hands reached across his chest and wrapped his fingers around the waist of her pants. Within a step or two, he'd reached the barrel. While Wyn squirmed and kicked, he used his grip on her pants to pull her away from his body as he leaned forward and sat her directly into the barrel. The cold water soaked into her pants and climbed up her back. Wyn screamed, shocked at the cold on her skin.

"You mother fucker!" She bellowed, struggling to free herself as Daryl doubled over in laughter. She managed to tip the barrel and scramble out. As she stood, she lifted the now much lighter barrel and swung it to throw what was left of the water in his face. He stood, pushing the wet hair from his face and spitting. He was still wiping his face and blinking away the water when Jesus and Jerry rushed up to them. Jesus snatched the barrel away from Wyn, and Jerry tried to wrap Daryl up from behind in a bear hug, lifting him off his feet.

"Get the hell off me!" Daryl growled and pulled away, looking like he was ready to start swinging.

"Hey! Hey, calm down!" Jesus ordered. He tossed the barrel down and stared each of them down sternly. "What the hell was that? This is drinking water!" This was enough to humble and quiet both of them.

"I was just trying to help him," Wyn said with a pout in her voice. Daryl mocked her, pretending to say the same words in a condescending manner.

"You're a prick!" She snapped.

"Enough! You two are supposed to be leaders here! Stop acting like children!" Jesus yelled, standing between them with his arms extended to keep them far apart. "Go! Cool your heads and get cleaned up. You're going to refill the water for everyone." Daryl gazed at Wyn over Jesus' head. It was hard to focus on anything but the way that tank top clung to her to reveal the way her nipples had hardened from the cold water. Damn it, his cock was dancing again. He shifted his weight before agreeing with Jesus that they would do that. His poker face was back as he walked into the building to do just that. Wyn was feeling thoroughly foolish and went inside without another word to her fellow board members.

"I didn't realize they were a couple," Jerry said in his innocent way.

"Neither do they," Jesus replied.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction

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liightsups · 3 months ago

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the years of short-lived flings and an aversion to settling down had left harry with some kind of complex - like he wasn't built to be anyone's forever - and had him pre-empting a life full of experiences with people that were for a good time and not a long time. that's what freaked him out so much now that he stood in nick's home, his thumb still running along his jawline as their faces sat inches apart: he could feel how much he really wanted back what they once had. they'd laid the foundations of something great together, and then never got a chance to see what it could become. harry wanted nothing more than to find out, and that meant not letting himself run away just because things felt too real. the unique thing about he and nick was that they'd never hurt each other - not even in goodbye. the trust that they'd started building years before was still there, untarnished and aglow. harry let out a breath that he hadn't known he was holding when fingers intertwined in his curls, his body feeling alight as they both leaned in. their lips met softly, and the kiss made harry feel a little lightheaded as he let himself be swept away by nicholas galitzine all over again. kissing nick felt so light and effortless, their lips moving softly and carefully as they let themselves commit every touch to memory. and when they did eventually pull back, it was so slight that when harry said a soft " wow " his lips still brushed against nick's own. he dipped forwards, one last kiss before he pulled back enough to be able to meet his eyes. his fingertips stayed on nick's neck, light against warm skin, and all harry could think was how lucky he felt to get to kiss this man for the first time twice, and hopefully never for the last. "an early birthday gift," he repeated what nick had said before, soft laughter escaping into the minimal space between them. "that felt like an early birthday gift to me." he spoke with a dimpled grin, joking about how amazing that kiss felt that it really could stand as a gift given four months in advance. the words from nick's text rang through harry's mind: ' if you love something let it go, if it comes back it’s yours and if it doesn’t, it never was '. in this moment, harry had never been more sure that he'd always been nick's. and then, his mind shifted to the text that buzzed on his phone not long before he'd arrived: the confession that maybe he'd never really gotten over harry. "i don't think i ever got over you, either. nothing felt even close to what it felt like with you." a brief pause as he found the right words. "i thought i fucked it, and you'd found someone else and i'd eventually figure out how to do the same." harry dropped his hand from nick's neck so he could intertwine their fingers at their side. "i had no idea that texting you about a song would lead to all -" he used his other hand to bounce his pointer finger back and forth in the small gap between their chests "- this. but i'm really glad that i did. text you, that is." harry knew that if he stopped talking, the nervousness would build up again, so he made sure to add on his last thought before falling silent to let nick respond, a joke paired with a cheeky grin. "and i can't wait to learn about everything i missed. and, y'know. hope that you haven't gotten too cool for me now that you've blown up."

feeling harry's arms around him it felt like a comforting blanket — easily everything he needed and everything he wanted. with how much time has passed, nick always imagined it'd feel more just familiar, but the way his heart ached and longed for this it felt like a surreal dream come to life. it felt like all the best things. even when he was lost in so many roles, even want he dated his co-star, taylor, no one came close to harry. the connection was just different and while taylor was amazing and ready to give nick a world he only dreamed off, his heart was never fully in it the way it was once with harry. he learned so much of who he was with him being his first real boyfriend and he even wished they had more time together. in this very moment, his heart started racing and it felt like maybe, just maybe — there was a chance. their story never felt over to him, just it was paused, laid to rest.

when the hug finally broke, nick made sure to keep his hands on the musician, not wanting to feel life without him again in this moment. harry was like his life line. ❝ hi, ❞ he said back simply, his british accent voice trembling ever so slightly, still feeling so overcome with emotions. the little long time no see comment got a chuckle out of the actor before a soft smile took over his full lips. hearing the compliment, still — nick blushed, cheeks turning a light shade of pink, his head dropping for a moment as he smiled bashfully. ❝ i'd say thirty does — as i'm pretty damn close to that now. ❞ there was a part of him wishing he could just say to spend this one with him, but a bigger part wanted to focus on this moment, not his upcoming 30th. ❝ i'll consider your appearance to be an early birthday gift. ❞ the smile that came to him after was rather bright, full of life and love — showing so much emotion he still held for the other, despite how long. no one had the hold on nick that harry did, and if he could help it, no one else ever would.

a slight shiver ran down nick's spine feeling harry's touch, his heart starting to race and he easily welcomed it. his hazels lost in those emerald eyes he fell for as he noticed how he look at him. with a bit of an unexpected giggle, leaving him, nick moved a hand to get lost in harry's brown curls. feeling how soft they were and so familiar from before, before gently moving in close, resting his lips on the musician's in a soft, sweet manner. it was their first kiss in a while, there was now way he was going to make it anything more right away. it wasn't just some hook up or the lustful passion he had with taylor — this was harry styles, someone who captured his heart and made him feel something no one else has. the moment their lips touched however, it felt right — like everything he remembered but now he felt it deeper, with a stronger feeling than ever before.

#.��°☆•˚ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇 𝐎𝟏 ╱ NICHOLAS GALITZINE.#long post tw

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profound-imagination · 2 years ago

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Free Falling - Azriel

A/N - just a little something for our Az. Could potentially do a part two where she finds out what happens in the Court of Nightmares?? Let me know. No trigger warnings that I can think of!

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Azriel had blown things well out of proportion. You'd been training with Cassian and he'd forgotten his own strength and your lack of it as a mere human, Feyre's best friend from her old life and had landed a good hit right on your nose, pain radiating through your face.

He cringed as he heard the crunch of your nose and tried to steady you before you fell from the impact but the Spymaster had appeared out of the shadows as Cassian had moved to grab you and had his brother by the collar of his leathers.

You sighed as the two of them began to fight, Cassian taking everything Az threw at him and your begging them to stop fell upon deaf ears but had attracted the attention of Feyre and Rhys who were now stood with you, Feyre fussing over your broken nose. Ignoring her you turned to Rhys and said "Can't you stop them? Before they hurt each other?" He looked over you at his mate, a look on both of their faces that you couldn't read and you felt frustration rise in you as you realised something was going on that everyone on the balcony was in on apart from you.

"Let's get your nose fixed" Feyre said gently taking your arm, you pulled away from her "Not until they stop" she sighed at you. You had started to worry about the Illyrians in front of you not knowing who would win this. Cassian had started to fight back, he had the size and the brute strength but Azriel was quicker and had shadows on his side.

You'd spent a lot of time with the Shadowsinger since being invited to the Night Court by the new High Lady and you had considered it an honour, being the first human allowed to visit the beautiful city that Rhysand had sacrificed so much for and had secretly been hoping they'd allow you to live out your remaining years here, with them.

You enjoyed his company, it helped that he was beautiful and in your opinion, his inside matched his outside, he never told you much of what his role as Spymaster entailed, happy to let you think he simply snuck into places and made connections who provided him with information, he never wanted you to know about the room in the Court of Nightmares where he extracted said information from said connections or the blood that sullied his ruined hands.

Worry began to seep into your bones for him as Cassian looked to be over powering him landing hit after hit, and you wondered now where he'd come from, had he been watching the whole time or known that you had gotten hurt? When you really started to think about it, he'd always been fiercely over protective of you, the one he'd almost died for to stop you going into the Cauldron and thrown you into Rhysand's arms, Nesta would never let it go that it wasn't Elaine who was spared but she was getting better and had even formed a friendship with him.

Protective you thought, like Rhys is with Feyre and then a realisation had hit you, Cassian had known Nesta was his when she was human, when she wasn't capable of feeling it, is that what was going on? Is that why everyone shared knowing glances when you'd done humanly clumsy things like falling and grazing your knee and he'd be on his in front of you in seconds, wrapping your hand and cutting your dinner for you when you'd broken a wine glass and cut your hand cleaning it up?

Before your mind could run wild with the possibility you formed a plan to get the two males to stop if Rhys wasn't going to do anything about it "Az" you breathed out "catch me" he stopped immediately and turned, bracing to catch you, expecting you to be running at him and you just caught the look of panic on his face when you sailed past him and leapt of the edge of the balcony.

Your stomach dropped and adrenaline had started to pump through your veins as you free fell through the air, it was the most amazing thing you had felt, your hair whipped around your face as you sailed downwards and wondered what it would be like to fly, just as Azriel and his brothers did. Your heart was beating so fast you thought it might burst out of your chest as shadows appeared in your peripheral vision and wrapped around your wrists at the same time you felt them curl around your ankles, cold, calm and soothing and you were gently being pulled upwards until your back met with the hard chest of their master who wrapped his arms around you so tightly you could only just about breathe. His body tense. He said nothing as he headed back towards the House of Wind.

He landed gently on the now empty balcony and placed you on your feet. "Never. Do that again" he spoke, words lethal, shadows flaring around his shoulders, you could see why he'd been dubbed the Angel of Death. "It got you to stop." You stated as he rubbed his hands down his face "You scared me half to death" his voice still terrifying. "I'm sorry but you wouldn't listen" you tried to meet his gaze but felt tiny when you met it so looked down to your feet, he took one of your hands in his "Cass hurt you" he wiped some of the blood from your face as you rolled your eyes "He didn't mean to, Az" you met his gaze again, this time it was softer "I don't like you getting hurt" you gave him a small smile "I'm human, I'm bound to get hurt, you'll have to accept that" his shadows flared again at your words.

Silence filled the space between the two of you for several moments "Az?" He nodded at you to continue "Take me flying?" He gave you a half smile, the only kind of smile you'd seen on his beautiful face "Enjoyed your trip off the balcony did you?" You just nodded "I felt so free" he smiled this time a full smile and your heart stopped "Let's get your nose fixed first, little human, then we can fly all night if that's what you want"

#azriel #azriel x reader #acosf #acowar #acomaf #acotar #rhysand #feyre #cassian #a court of silver flames #a court of mist and fury #a court of wings and ruin #a court of thorns and roses #a court of frost and starlight #acofas

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bchanslvr · 3 years ago

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all i need [h.p x gn!reader]

word count — 1,282

warnings — utter fluff, love-struck harry, slight allusions to sex?? lmk if there is anything i missed

summary — love at first sight with harry james potter.

a/n — i haven't written anything in months but guess who inspired me to write something? this beautiful angel @hey-there-angels this is for her and her only. jkjkjk anyone can read this but it is written with her in mind <3 also sorry if this is shit i haven't written anything in MONTHS. still hope you enjoy !!

harry was mental for you. completely. he fell in love with you the moment he'd see you at the yule ball.

he thought you looked gorgeous in your outfit, your bright big smile and just everything about you seemed to click to him.

his crush on you seemed to increase the second he got to know you better, your likes were so different but similar to him that you both together would never clash.

he thought of you as the sweetest, even when you thought you weren't. and every time he tried to make a move to get you there was always something in him that stopped him. terrible scenarios playing in his head of what happened every time that he loved someone.

so even if he was dying to kiss those perfect lips. to feel your warmth around him as you hugged him with love. to caress every part of your skin with a gentleness that no one else could do.

to see you smile, to laugh, to cry because of him.

he thought of the future you'd two have late at night. he'd never felt this kind of feeling before so it was very foreign to him.

he tested the waters one day when he asked to hold your books during classes and you refused of course. cause you were the sweetest and didn't want him to suffer from your problems. he ended up carrying them anyways.

a while later he took you out. as just friends. to see what it would be like and merlin. it was everything and more than he'd dreamed of.

he hadn't even gotten the chance to touch you, to hold you, but yet he was high off his mind with just your mere presence.

he'd catch himself staring at you throughout the day, constantly wondering what you were doing, if you were okay.

somehow he'd even gotten the courage to tell his friends about you. and that to him felt like introducing you to his family. as if you were his partner.

they encouraged him to go get you because it's better now than later right? who knew what would happen to him or you between the upcoming years with voldemort rising. but he wasn't ready to face the smile of rejection yet.

ron had told him that he was being ridiculous when harry had told him about his worries.

to be specific "come on mate. do you really think that y/n would really reject you? i mean, you've got everything. fame, money, great personality, body (no homo), mind. honestly everything. there is no way in hell there are any flaws in you"

though in reality, everything was wrong with him. he was so prone to anger, reckless, stubborn, self-confident. and so many more that he can't even name right now.

you didn't deserve that. you deserved someone better than him. someone who wouldn't put a frown on your face with concern.

for a split second, he'd thought even if you dated him, it would only be for his fame and money, but he knew. he knew you were nothing like that.

you were an angel.

and that's the only thing that kept pushing him on.

the chance to call you his. the chance to hold you close and never let go. the chance to finally love someone, and have a family with them.

so one particular night, he pushed every thought except you away. said fuck it and went to the astronomy tower, because of the letter he slipped inside your robe pocket.

this was a very cliché spot but it was the only one where they'd be alone together, so he had to make up with what he had. the spot he'd chosen in the tower was very romantic anyway, so it was a win-win for him.

he waited about 5 minutes, give or take for you to come but yet you didn't. his inner demon told him that you had stood him up and left him to stand there like a fool, and just when he was threatening to leave.

you came. just as beautiful as ever. the moonlight reflected off your hair, making it shine.

and then it hit him that you were standing right there, inches from him with that gorgeous smile.

this was his only shot, he thought as he took a big breath.

"y/n. i've brought you here tonight because i have something very important to tell you. this was very hard for me to come up to this point but it was worth it because you're here. there's no point in tip-toeing around the million dollar question so here i go.. y/n y/l/n you are the most beautiful and honest person i've ever met. i fell in love with you the moment i saw you those years ago on that dance floor. the way you smile, laugh, talk, cry even has me mesmerized. you're so thoughtful and brilliant it amazes me that i even have the chance to be alive next to you right now. and i am here to ask you today to let me be your boyfriend. your partner in crime. i'd treat you so well. bathe in my love and worship you with kindness if you would only give me a chance. that's all i ask. a chance with you. i'd love you until my dying breath if you were mine. so please. just give me one."

he felt a huge weight lift off his chest as he uttered the last few words, emotional and anxious for your response.

yet you just stood there shell-shocked. he had no idea what was going through your mind if what he said had been too much.

though every single thought left him in a heartbeat when he felt you crash into him, your lips on his, and your warmth so close to his heart.

he didn't know how to function before he remembered who he was and kissed you back.

it was just as sweet as he had dreamed. he pulled you closer by the waist your body warm against the cold wind and your lips a distraction from his thoughts.

you both had no idea how long you two were kissing but you had to breathe after a while after all so he removed himself from you with dismay gently.

he was still in shock that you had said yes. right? you kissing him was a yes right? he began to grow even more worried when he saw that you were tearing up. it was you that initiated the kiss so why were you crying?

"i- y/n. a-are you alright? i'm sorry if i said anything wrong but please don't cry.", but then when he said those words you were smiling.

"i like you too harry. i was just- i just never expected you to like me back. YOU liking ME back? i thought it was another dream or i was going crazy but i- i like you. no. love you. i don't care if it's too soon but i've always loved you. your speech was so sweet thank you. and yes. yes i will let you be my boyfriend, partner in crime if you will."

he thought he was going crazy when he heard that last line but he couldn't help but smile back. pulling you into a hug he buried his face in your hair inhaling your scent.

he couldn't believe that you were his and that he was yours. but it was all he'd ever wanted so he stood there basking in the feeling of love and finally a chance at something new.

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turtledealer · 2 years ago

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Itachi x Reader (angst)

songfic: unlucky by Lunar Vacations

"could go outside

Let the wind flow through me If stood in the sun

I would vanish completely"

Itachi sits in the room he's been staying in for as long as he's been gone from the hidden leaf village. The silence of his room is only accompanied by the tormenting whispers of his walls. He's gotten too sick to really wander around outside like he used to do. Keeping up a façade of strength around his fellow Akatsuki members was draining him more and more. He truly just wished to rest. To be freed from his burdens but he knows he can only let Sasuke do that for him. His dearest little brother that he loved oh so much, only second to you. His best friend.

"I remember you said

If you walk the line, then your feet will get cut

So unlucky"

He kicks his feet over the edge of his bed, walking over to some picture frames. His room was minimal because he didn't have any need for any materialistic things since they'd be worthless anyways in the end. The edges of him mouth turn into a tiny smile, to an untrained eye it wouldn't look like nothing much more than his usual face, but he knows you would've recognized it as his smile. His eyes lightly gaze upon the small assortment of pictures. Pictures of you, Sasuke and him spending time together. These pictures haunt him in the form of guilt and anguish. As he stands there he recalls some memories of you and him.

"Itachi!" You yell at him, out of breath. "You idiot why do you always have to walk so fast!" You laugh and nudge his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry, I need to get to my training soon though" he smiles at you softly. His eyes are gentle and friendly.

"It's quite alright, you should take it easy though 'tachi.." you say, a semblance of worry crossing your face. "If you keep your training up day and night, you'll only cause yourself harm"

He nods in agreement, he knows, but there's not much he can do. He doesn't have a choice but he'll entertain your worries if it will ease your heart, even slightly. "Yes, I will.. thank you y/n". He's lucky to have such a sweet friend like you by his side.

"You're in love and I'm unlucky See you in the street

Start to wonder deeply

If changed how i was

How would everyone view me?"

Itachi always knew of your crush on him, he knows shisui only hit on you to try to get him to put up a fight over you. However being in the ANBU doesn't permit such feelings. He knows it won't end up well for either of you. Unfortunately at his young age, he should've been able to explore that, to explore love. He shouldn't have seen the horrors of war the way he did, he shouldn't have had to train so hard for the sake of his clan the way he has since he was a young boy, but life has it's inequalities. Luck was never on Itachi's side, unluckily for you, otherwise maybe...just maybe.. you both could've had a fighting chance in the future to be happy.

"Safe face for tonight

Keep on thinking

It's just a line

Safe face for tonight

know you're thinking It's only right"

It's hours before his big mission now. He's counting down the seconds from when his life is completely tattered and ruined. He felt a piece of his heart shatter when he told Sasuke he couldn't help him. He wanted nothing more than to hold him close and tell him that no matter what, his big brother loves him more than anything in this world. After all of this, he knows Sasuke will never see his big brother in a good light again. He hopes he left his baby brother with some good memories of him even if he hides them away. He knows he should go see you, before everything happens he wants to see your smile just once. He heads over to your home.

"tachi! Hey! How nice to grace me with your presence!" You beam brightly, dashing over to him. You haven't seen your crush in so long and it's so wonderful to know he has some time to visit you. You can tell something's off, his eyes are dull and there's remorse written all over them.

"Hey 'tachi what's wrong?" Worry laced through every syllable.

"Nothing nothing y/n, you just know missions and training have kept me busy nonstop.. I'm just tired" he gives halfheartedly with a plastic smile. Itachi wasn't a very touchy or affectionate person, even as friends but he knows he's never gonna see you again.

"H-hey! What're you doing?" You blush at the sudden embrace you're given. Something is seriously wrong but you won't know what it is unless he tells you, so for now you give him a light squeeze back. He pulls away slightly, looking at your face, analyzing every single shift in your features. To you, he seems like he's peering into your very soul and it's a little unnerving, but to him he's memorizing every single thing about you that he can. He smiles lightly, a genuine smile for once in quite some time. "sorry If I'm worrying you, I just have a long mission soon.. just trying to say my... See you later..." He hesitates trying to find a good way to phrase what he wishes to say.

"I'm going to head off now.." he moves your hair from your face carefully, almost as if he's afraid to touch you like you'll crumble into pieces.

"Be safe itachi! I have something I wanna talk to you about when you get back so you better be safe!" You punch his arm gently, suddenly recalling something.

"Oh! Here's a gift I've been meaning to give you for your birthday I missed since you were training too hard!" You pull a necklace out of your pocket. It's obviously a little hand carved necklace you got from a vendor nearby for cheap, but to itachi, he wouldn't sell this for the world.

"Thank you y/n.. I'll cherish it every single day I'm away" he bows slightly and starts to take this leave.

"Hey one last thing!" You yell from afar, "Don't train too hard or you'll only harm yourself" you giggle lightly whilst waving goodbye to the young boy. You hope you can see him again soon, you wanted to tell him how you felt, after all, it's one of the last things shisui told you that you should do before he disappeared.

"You're in love and l'm unlucky"

Later on into the night, after killing his whole village and dealing with Sasuke, he had one stop left. Your home.

He slowly walks down the familiar path into your yard. Leaves crunching with every step. Blood covers every article of clothing. He slowly opens the door to your home. He knew you lived alone after you were orphaned at such a young age due to the wars. He hopes you'd understand in the afterlife that this was to stop others from the same thing.

" Hmm..? 'tachi?" You wipe your eyes lightly whilst lifting yourself out of bed. Your vision is still blurry from just being awoken. "It's really late to visit.. you should've come by in the morning" you yawn out. There's a putrid smell in the air and you can only assume it's the garbage you haven't taken out in a couple days.

"Y/n... Forgive me..." He practically begs, tears falling from his eyes. He slowly pulls his katana out from behind him, the blade dripping with blood.

"Itachi? What the hell are you doing?" You ask, finally seeing the sight in front of you. Dead eyes, tears, blood covering every inch of the man before you, and a blade pouring blood. You back away slowly, getting your chakra ready. Before you can do anything you're suddenly unable to move. "Itachi no.. itachi what are you doing??" You cry out, you can't stop shaking no matter how hard you try to seem brave.

Itachi looks at you, his eyes can't seem to stop watering, his heart aches more and more with every single step he takes towards you. "shisui had told me you loved me before...." He begins "I'm sorry I could never reciprocate those feelings.. I'm sorry for everything... I hope one day you'll forgive me.. one day far into the future when we're both in the afterlife I hope... I hope you'll see I'm doing this for everyone's sake... I-im... not doing this because I want to .. god how I wished this moment would never come.." he chokes out, pointing the katana at your shaking body.

"But...just know.. maybe in another life.. I can love you without this guilt.. maybe in another life we grow up together and become amazing Shinobi and eventually even start dating... Maybe in another life I'll be a good brother in Sasuke's eyes as well... " He pushes the sword forward, wincing at the feeling the blade piercing your flesh.

You yell in pain at every move he makes. "I hate you..itachi.. you're a monster.." you finish as he plunges the blade into you all at once. You take a final look at the man you had once loved, your best friend, ironic that it ended up like this. You'll never forgive him. No matter what.

"I love you"

Itachi falls to his knees, his time is coming soon and he'd have to face you again. That's what he feared most. He loved you so much and he killed you. He betrayed you.

He wipes his tears away and gets up to grab a note he had written and some flowers. He heads to your grave and gently places the note and flowers down. "Hey y/n... I'm sorry for bothering you... I'll... Get what I deserve here soon... So unfortunately you'll have to see me again" he weakly laughs out. "I'm sorry for everything, I'll explain every single thing to you. You don't have to forgive me.. I just wanna see your face one more time.. it torments me every night.. I close my eyes and I see the look in your eyes you had when I killed you .. I hear you repeating monster over and over again.. you're so painfully right.. maybe.. we can start over with new memories and new lives.. y/n.. I'm so genuinely sorry... It'll be by Sasuke's hands too, I know that you'll be glad to hear it, I ruined his life and now he's getting vengeance for you and everyone else.. it's what he deserves" he smiles sadly, wiping his tears. "I'm sick and dying anyways.. this is the only fair way to go.. don't you think y/n? You were right.. the training and over doing it really messed me up... I should've listened to you shouldn't I?" He smiles while getting up. It's time. He knows he has to go and handle what he needs to handle. "Goodbye.. I'll see you soon y/n... I'm sorry"

#naruto x reader angst #itachi x reader #kakashi #animedrawing #madara x reader #naruto #naruto shippuuden #naruto x reader #fanfic #uchiha itachi #angst fic

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gigglymarvel · 2 years ago

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Hope for the Hopeless Nanny (Scarlett x Reader)

The reader is the nanny for Scarlett’s kids, and after the reader calls home and admits how hated they feel there, Scarlett makes it her mission to cheer them up. (Word count: 2634)

“I just don’t feel… wanted here, Colin acts like I don’t exist and Scarlett is so cold with me. I love the children and they like me but I’m just so unhappy, I don’t know how much more I can take.” You told your mom over FaceTime, trying to hold back tears.

After a rigorous interview process, you were finally a live in nanny for Scarlett Johannson and her two children, you really gave the role your all, and stayed up every single night to ensure everything was ready for the next day.

You got on with the children well, but you felt like the parents didn’t like you, and it made you feel uncomfortable and unwanted, especially when Scarlett would bark orders at you when she was in a rush, which was like 99% of the time.

Tonight you just couldn’t take it, and you called your mom to break down, finally getting everything off your chest.

Scarlett happened to be coming past your room after having gotten water, and overheard your conversation. She didn't realize her anxiety about having to hire someone to live in the house and her feelings of inadequacy as a mom now that she's taken on a new company were making her come off so cold. She stood out of sight, waiting until your call was over until she could apologize.

You caught Scarlett in the corner of your eye, you assumed that she was going to tell you to be quiet. You said a quick goodbye to your mom before hanging up, hiding your phone under your pillow and curling back up on the bed.

She knocked gently on your door, "May I come in?" You immediately jumped, not expecting her to acknowledge you.

“I-I’m sorry Mrs Johannson, I’ll be quiet.” You murmur out, on the verge of tears again as you shut yourself down.

"Hey, you can call me Scarlett.." she began, coming near your bed, "May I sit? I…owe you an apology." She began, but you quickly shook your head.

“Nothing to apologise for.” You told her quietly as you curled yourself up on the bed, beginning to zone out.

Scarlett bit her lip, she felt so guilty, but she couldn't help but think how you looked like Rose curled up like that when they'd have a disagreement. She tried resting her hand on your side, "Y/n, please, I owe you an apology for how I've behaved since you've been here.."

“You’re fine, it’s no big deal. As long as the children are okay and you guys are less stressed then I don’t matter.” You replied, not being able to help but flinch ever so slightly when Scarlett touched your side.

"No, I value each of my employees as people first, but that's not how I've been treating you, and I'm so sorry," she said, squeezing your side empathetically.

You flinched once again and shook your head. “Again, there’s nothing to apologise for. You can be reassured that there’s nothing you need to do for you or the children tomorrow.” You said, trying to change the subject back to work.

"You're so wonderful with both of them, I think maybe I was feeling guilty that I wasn't spending time with my kids and I took that out on you," she said, absentmindedly running her hand up and down your side in a comforting manner, somewhat oblivious to the effect it was having on you.

You eventually just shuffled away from Scarlett, shaking your head as you tried to hold back your giggles. “You’re still a good mom, it’s okay to ask for help.” You said, trying to smile.

"Is that a smile? I don't think I've seen one of those since the day I hired you.. maybe I need to change that right now?" The actress smirked, realizing she'd discovered your sensitivity. She pounced and began gently poking and shaking into your tummy, sides and ribs. "Ticktickticktickle y/n, I need to see your smile!"

“I smile for the children.” You replied with a shrug, before letting out a squeal and curling up. “Nonono I’ll wake everyone up!”

Scarlett smiled playfully, "I guess you'll have to laugh quietly," she said and pulled you into a hug, tickling your tummy and squeezing your sides. "Coochiescoochiecoochie coo!" She whispered into your ear.

You blushed madly and cover your face with your hands, shaking your head as you broke into giggles, trying to wriggle away from Scarlett.

"Awww you're so adorable when you smiiiile!" She said, easily keeping a gentle hold on you as she now reached to squeeze one over your knees while her other hand squeezed the tops of your ribs, "C'mon, y/n, smiiiile!"

You shook your head stubbornly, but squealed when Scarlett touched your ribs, you rolled to the other side of the bed with a blush, still holding back giggles.

“Oh c’mon y/n, lauuugh for meeeee! You deserve to smile and laugh like this! Tickticktickle!” The actress cooed to you as if you were one of her kids as she reached over and dug gently into your ribs, kneading in a little.

You let out a muffled squeal as you covered your mouth, accidentally letting out a few giggles as you arched your back and rolled to the edge of the bed, not realising you were now hanging upside down off the bed.

Scarlett raised her eyebrows and smirked, “Uh oh, what have we here?” the motherly tickle monster grinned and pulled your top up to raspberry your tummy all over.

“NAHAHAHEHEHE!” You screeched with laughter and shoved your shirt down, thrashing from side to side as you covered your belly quickly.

The actress moved her hands to your hips to stabilize you and her thumbs landed in your hip hollows, accidentally squeezing as she kept you hanging without letting you drop.

“MRS JOHOHOHO-“ You laughed out, kicking your legs out whilst thrashing from side to side, unable to quite process what was happening.

She gently pulled you up, fluttering into your tummy, “You can call me Scarlett.” She whispered softly in your ear before raspberrying your neck, “I’m sorry I haven’t made you more at home.” The actress said sincerely as she rocked you a little.

You let out a few giggles and shook your head, scrunching your shoulders up a little. “No it’s okay, I’m not used to being wanted anywhere anyway so it wasn’t that different to school and my old job.”

“Well it should be, I truly loved you and I’m so grateful for how you are with the children. And how much you do for me. I hired you with the intention of making you a member of the family and I’ve treated you like…a servant.” She said as a tear rolled down her cheek, “Like my co-star had to act on The Nanny Project.” Her smile came ironically as she held you close. “I’m truly sorry, y/n. I’m so glad you smiled with me tonight.”

You shrugged, sighing quietly as you remembered how Scarlett treated you earlier. “Well, my contract says to make life as easy as possible for you so, that’s what I’ve been doing, no matter how I felt.” You told her, tensing up a little as the anxiety took over you.

She nodded, “Colin was nervous about having someone, he added that. I’m sorry again. I want to make this right, to have a relationship with you that’s like a friendship, y/n. You’ve more than proven your worth here. I want you to know how valued you are.” The actress added as she gently tickled your back as she often did for Rose.

“I’m just a nanny though, you don’t have to put that effort in if you’re too busy.” You replied, your overthinking causing you to be an anxious mess whilst at the same time flinching at Scarlett’s comforting touches. “It’s not like I deserve it anyway.”

Your boss clearly disagreed, immediately tickling into your ribs again, “You do, y/n, you’ve been taken for granted for far too long!” She protested as she tickled you in her lap as she would her own children.

“Buhuhut it’s fihihine!” You replied, squealing as you tried to wriggle off Scarlett’s lap, assuming that it was an accident as at the same time you gently pushed at her hands.

“Get back here cutie!” She said playfully and growled in your ear when she had you back, crossing her arms over you and scribbling into your sides, “Coochiecoochiecoochiecoo, I’m gonna tickle you to pieces until you know how much you’re valued!”

You squealed and shook your head, breaking into giggly laughter as you arched your back and kept pushing at Scarlett’s hands. “Nohohoho not nehehehecessary!”

“Oh it’s not?? Maybe I should change your contract to add tickles to make you smile when you’re sad! Hmmm? Ticktickticktickle!” She cooed and nuzzled into your neck as her fingers spidered up and down your sides and into your ribs.

“Nonono that takes up your time!” You replied, scrunching your face up as you giggled helplessly. “I’m supposed to hehehehelp you relax!”

She smirked, “What if I told you this is relaxing?” She said in a low voice, just above her growl tone, wiggling her fingers above your torso, causing you to blush madly and shrug.

“Well, I wouldn’t judge you but it’s a strange thing to find relaxing.” You reply as you cover your upper body with a shy smile. Scarlett grinned devilishly, “Oh is it? Then why does it help you relax too?” She asked, her years as Black Widow and an actress in general helped her read you like a book when she saw you relax as you were tickled.

“What? This isn’t relaxing, knowing that you don’t hate my existence is enough to make me relax a little, but not this.” You reply, avoiding the dreaded t word.

“What do you mean ‘this’, you mean tickles? Tickling? Being tickled?” She smirked to see how you reacted to the word. You blushed more and more every time that word was mentioned, shaking your head as you covered your ears.

“Oh you can’t say oooor hear the word?” Scarlett asked and wiggled her fingers at you and sang, “Ticklingticklingtickling!” You let out a tiny whine as you kept plugging your ears, refusing to smile or react to her mean teasing.

The actress rolled her eyes and pounced on you again, this time squeezing up and down your sides as she continued teasing, “Ticklingticklingtickling!”

“Neheheheeeeee Mrs Johahahahannson!” You squealed out; still unable to call her Scarlett as you blushed and now covered your sides.

“Oh it’s your sides is it?” She smirked and pulled your top up to raspberry your tummy again and then snuck her spidering fingers into your rib, causing you to screech and burst into giggly laughter, unable to take the raspberries as you thrashed.

The actress eased up and let you breath, “Okay, okay, easy y/n. I’ve got you.” She said softly and ran her fingers through your hair.

You curled up against her, taking in deep breaths as you relaxed for the first time in a while, you looked over at Scarlett and offered a shy smile. Her heart melted and she kissed your forehead.

“You actually like me then?” You asked her hesitantly, your anxiety still looming just enough to be wary of whether or not she likes you.

“Absolutely, I always did. I was taking out my own insecurities on you because I wasn’t realizing they were there. You’re not just an incredible nanny, but such a kind and loving and caring person.” Scarlett said sincerely and scritched the back of your neck as she opened up to you.

You were close to tears at that point, the exhaustion from cleaning the house until midnight and then waking up at 5am to prepare breakfast, five hours of sleep was not enough for your body and you were feeling it. The worst part is, Scarlett had no idea.

“Hey, hey, what’s on your mind, I can see how upset you are…” she offered softly. You sighed, looking at the clock to see it was 2am, meaning tonight you were going to get 3 hours of sleep, you didn’t even realise what you were about to say.

“It’s okay, I better rest as I’ve gotta be up in three hours. I can’t lose out in any more hours of sleep.” You murmured with a slight chuckle.

“No, after this, you get to sleep until you wake up. I’ve already taken tomorrow off, I need it and so do the kids, and you’re joining us for breakfast or brunch or the first meal we make. If anything I’m sure the kids would love to bring you breakfast in bed, y/n. I owe that much to you. You’re getting a huge bonus and six weeks vacation you can use at any time with all expenses paid for you and loved ones to take any time you wish. I need you to know you’re valued and so is your self care.” Scarlett said as she rubbed your shoulders.

“What, nononono you can’t do that, please no, I’m not worthy, I’ve already got the stuff prepared to do breakfast tomorrow and- I can’t just take time off looking after your family.” You tried, taking in deep breaths as you felt yourself getting worked up.

“Your vacation will be our vacation, we can take time off. The kids need time with us too, you’ve lightened the load while we’re in full force with work, especially the Outset for me, but it’s been hard and I’ve been far too hard on you. We both need some fun. And I’d like to have some with you and allow you to have the freedom to choose some fun too. The kids and I can use what you’ve prepared and we’ll bring you breakfast, sweet y/n.” The actress said and looked into your eyes sincerely.

“But being with the children is fun-“ you tried to say, your eyes refusing to meet Scarlett’s.

She gently held your face with her palms, “Y/n, you’ve been with us for a while now, when was the last time you did something you enjoyed for just you besides the fun you have with my children that you do so incredibly well? When was the last time you saw your mom in person or your friends?”

You shrugged in response. “I don’t have any friends.” You reply. “As for my mom, I dunno, like six months.” You reply casually as you kept your eyes to the floor.

“Well you can say that you have one now…I want to be more like your friend than your boss. And please, once we hangout tomorrow morning, call your mom and make plans for a trip on me.” Scarlett said gently and rubbed your back, humming quietly.

“But.. surely you would rather take your family away on holiday, I don’t understand why you want to be so nice to someone like me.” You tell her quietly with a sniffle.

“I can do both, sweet y/n,” she said gently and tickled under your chin, making you gasp and cover your mouth, shyly hiding under the covers as you let out a tiny yawn. “Nono…”

The actress held you close and hummed to you, determined to treat you like family as she soothed you to sleep, rubbing your back and combing through your hair with her fingers as your eyes slowly shut.

You heard Scarlett hum out a quiet lullaby as you felt your body relax for the first time since you started working for her. Trusting her with her promises, you slowly drifted off to sleep, eventually getting the hours of sleep you needed and deserved.

#avengers tickle fic #marvel tickle fic #avengers tickle #marvel tickle #ticklish!reader #ler!scarlett

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rendevousz · 4 years ago

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reunited

req: i was wondering if i could request a natasha x teen daughter reader where the reader has really bad social anxiety please? maybe where the reader was in the red room with natasha but given to hydra once the red room was taken down and natasha has been looking for her ever since she left the red room. on a mission to take down a hydra base natasha finally finds reader, and it's super emotional for the both of them and they're just happy to have each other back. natasha knows about readers social anxiety from when she was younger and sees that it's only gotten worse now, so she's super sweet and understanding. she saves the reader from the base and comforts her the whole way home because she's scared of all of the new people also on the jet (the other avengers). the reader lives with natasha at the compound with everyone else and natasha is just great about her social anxiety and never pushes her out of her comfort zone and comforts her when she has panic attacks. sorry if that's a lot, but thank you so much! i love your fics sooo much, you're such an amazing writer!!! 💖💖💖

mother figure!nat x fem!teen!reader

summary: nat finally finds you after years of looking.

word count: 4083

notes: i didn't make them peers in the red room because then they'd have to be around the same ages but i made them meet at the red room. also i didn't know how to write about her having social anxiety so i hope you don't mind that i didn't 😓 hope you like this <33

"stop," madame b's authoritative voice commanded and all of you stopped dancing. all of your peers seemed to be struggling to stand still on their battered feet, some breathing heavily but who could blame them? you had all been instructed to dance for hours now. you had to dance until you couldn't anymore.

your head faced madame b but your eyes landed on your best friend, veronika, for a split second. she seemed in pain and you vowed to check on her after whatever announcement your supervisor had for you. you stood tall, clenching your jaw in order to not show that you were in pain or out of breath.

madame b's gaze flickered to you for a second, her lip lifting up on one side for a brief moment before her face hardened once again.

"i have someone special here today. she's here to observe your training and if necessary, teach what you girls lack. she has long graduated this academy, please welcome miss natasha romanova."

you jolted awake, panting hard at the memory that just played in your dreams. you looked around you, seeing the same cell wall you had been put in for the past three years. after the fall of the red room academy where you were from, another organisation came and swooped you in, not wanting to waste your skills. you were the only one they took, having heard much about your abilities and reputation in the red room.

the girls stood all around you and veronika, watching the two of you spar tirelessly after hours of endless ballet. natasha and madame b watched the match closely, eyes trained on your techniques and movements.

after natasha had introduced herself to all of you, madame b had instructed her supposedly two best students—you and veronika— to demonstrate a true spar between skilled assassins.

while you were reluctant to attack your best friend, she had other plans, one that included impressing her idol who stood mere metres away from her. you were shocked when she started attacking you. never had she obeyed a command against you so quick.

you had to put away your initial shock to start attacking back in order to not get hurt by the hands of your own best friend. the look in her eyes was different, almost animalistic. it wasn't like the one she had when you two were laid in your beds side to side at night, handcuffed to it while you talked about your deepest struggles being in the academy. it wasn't the same one she had when you reassured her that she was doing okay whenever she said she would never be as good as you were at this whole assassin thing. it wasn't the same innocently surprised one she had just moments ago when she was addressed as one of madame b's best students.

this wasn't your best friend. this was a girl blinded by her desire to impress. she wanted to show natasha that she was the better one out of you two. your heart broke when you saw her desperation. it was obvious in the way she fought you.

it wasn't long before you had her in a chokehold, the girl struggling to get your grip off of her. your face visibly faltered, eyes tearing up slightly when you heard her whimpers. natasha took notice of this.

your lips were quivering when you turned to madame b. a simple nod from your trainer had you whispering a strained 'i'm sorry, i love you' in her ear before you broke her neck. the girl fell limp in your arms, dropping down to the mat, dead. you panted heavily as you stepped away from her body.

"good. this is what i expect of all of you," madame b turns to your peers, the stone cold look back on her face. "one thing you need to perfect though, y/n, is your emotions. don't get emotional over things that don't matter. i saw your inner conflict. veronika would have no reluctancy to end you if you were the one in the chokehold. she was more mentally prepared to be a ruthless assassin. you're lucky you're more skilful than she is. she would have no hesitation to kill you, close companion or not."

you swallowed that lump in your throat, biting the insides of your cheeks to prevent crying right then and there. "you have a lot of potential, y/n. don't let your emotions ruin it. i have high hopes for you." she spoke once again, before dismissing everyone.

you left the room with a heavy heart, turning to look at veronika's body one last time before leaving quickly so you could break down where no one else could witness.

you rushed to the staircase where you and veronika would sneak away all the time when you were supposed to be having lunch. you two would always sit under those stairs, talk about anything and everything you could. your tears were now freely rolling down your face.

"hey," you heard a voice say and you quickly wiped your tears away. you looked up and saw that it was none other than natasha. "miss romanova," you breathed out, scrambling to get up before she placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, the woman seating herself next to you on the floor, under the staircase.

"that must've been hard for you," she spoke after a few seconds of silence. "i remember my first time killing an actual person in training. they had me shoot targets and i consistently got the bullseye every time. then they switched out the targets to an actual person and i had a hard time doing that. i can't imagine how it must've been for you. i heard you and veronika were quite the inseparable duo."

you didn't move to show that you were shattered over the current events but the millions of tears silently streaming down your face said otherwise. natasha turned to you, reaching to wipe your tears away before gently caressing your cheek.

"you're a strong one, y/n. you remind me of myself when i was still in training. i can see myself in you." she told you truthfully. she had no idea why but she felt a strong connection towards you. she felt that you and her had so much in common. she had a strange inclination to protect you even though she knew damn well you were capable of doing so yourself.

since then, she always dropped by to help train all of you but you and her developed a relationship so strong that she even told you of her plans to get you out of that hellhole. at that point, it had been a few months since she'd turned good but she kept coming to the academy for your sake. she felt a sense of responsibility over you, like a mother would over her daughter.

she would with the other girls too if they had shown at least a bit of humanity but it seemed that the red room had ruined them beyond fixing. despite being the best student of the academy, you still weren't inhumane like the rest. you would hesitate to hurt others, only doing so when threatened and even that, you still weren't as heartless or cruel.

madame b would always berate you over this but natasha would pick up the pieces every single time. you loved her. she was the best thing in your life after veronika and your heart broke when the red room fell and you were taken away. away from the mother you never had.

you awoke with a jolt again. it was the second night in a row you were reliving your past memories. you touched your face and you felt the tears on it, wiping them with your sleeve as you sat up in your cold, uncomfortable bed in your cell. you sighed, bringing your knees up to your chest and hugging them.

you couldn't help but think of nat again. what could've happened if she managed to get you out before you were taken away? could you have a nice life with her? would you never have to hide under the stairs to have emotional exchanges with the woman? would you finally have been able to be who you were, not influenced by the evil around you?

you never knew what it was like having a mother but you imagined it was what nat had been towards you during the times you spent together at the academy. you two were more mother and daughter rather than trainer and student.

all of a sudden, alarms blared through the building and red warning lights flickered in your cell. you stood up, peeking through the small glass of your cell door to see guards rushing through the hallways in a frenzy.

you assumed that the facility was under attack and no one was coming to save you. you didn't even try, walking back to your bed to return to your position of hugging your knees tightly to your chest.

you could hear the chaos outside but opted not to pay attention to it. it didn't involve you and if no one was coming to save you from whatever was attacking the place—not that anyone in that place would, you were merely an asset to them—you wouldn't bother worrying about whether you were going to live by the end of the night.

a loud bang interrupted your thoughts and you looked up to see your cell door had been forcefully thrown open by a large man in stripes, holding a circular shield. you immediately stood up, getting ready to attack him when he spoke.

"i'm not here to hurt you." he said, holding out a hand as if to tell you to stop whatever you were about to do. "we're here to save you. you can finally leave this place now." he says gently. you frown at him, still in a stance ready to attack him.

"cap, is there someone in this room?" a familiar voice spoke and your head immediately turned to the door, where the owner of the voice stood, mouth dropping open at the sight of you. your face softened and a tiny gasp left your lips at the sight of her.

"y/n...is that you?" she breathed out, walking towards you and not stopping when she saw that you weren't alarmed or anything. "nat.." you choked out, tears starting to form. how crazy was it that you had been having flashbacks of her for the past two nights and suddenly she was here to come save you?

"y/n!" she exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. you knees buckled but she held onto you tightly, sniffling as she caressed your head gently. you buried your face in her shoulder as you took in the familiar feeling of being in her arms once again.

more tears started to form in your eyes now. never had you thought you were actually going to see her again. you lost the hope of seeing her again two years ago. but here she was, standing in your cell and hugging you like there would be no tomorrow.

your hugging session was cut short when steve sheepishly spoke up. "sorry to uh, interrupt this reunion but more guards are coming, i think it's best if we leave now." he picked up his shield, leading the three of you out of the facility safely and back to their quinjet. the whole time, nat held onto your hand tightly, as if letting go would lead to another few years of being apart once again.

once you reached the quinjet, nat led you to the seats in the back where you two would have more privacy. the team watched the two of you in confusion before turning back to steve for an explanation as he was the one who was partnered with nat for this mission. all the captain could tell them was that you two knew each other way before this and that all of them would have to wait for an explanation from nat herself if they wanted to know what was going on.

when you reached the compound, nat led you to her room where she lent you her clothes and let you shower before tucking you into her bed. when she was sure you were comfortably asleep, she left the room quietly to go grab a glass of water only to find the whole team sat in the common room instead of back in their own rooms.

she looked at them, confused. "guys, it's like almost the crack ass of dawn and we just got back from a mission, why aren't you asleep? or were you debriefing? in the common room? did i miss it?"

"no, you know debriefings for late night missions are the next morning. we were waiting for you actually," steve spoke on behalf of the whole team. "me? for what?"

"nat, c'mon, don't act stupid. you know what we're talking about," clint makes an unimpressed face at his best friend. nat sighs, taking a seat next to him and the team look at her expectantly. she cleared her throat, preparing for a whole story time.

"you know how i was from the red room?" she asked them and they all nodded, urging her to continue her story. "well, after i graduated, i was asked to come help train the younger ones in the programme. during that time, i met this girl. she reminded me a lot of my younger self and she didn't seem completely brainwashed to the point where she lacked emotions. i grew close to her and after i met clint and joined SHIELD, i vowed to get her out of there because she went through a lot in that hellhole and i could tell she didn't want to do any of the things that the other girls were fine doing.

"she had a good heart and i didn't want it to be wasted. she was the best in the academy and i knew they had big plans for her. but i didn't want her to be programmed to kill. she was much more than that. so i made this whole plan for her escape. i kept going back to the academy to come see her and share my plan with her. clint, you always asked me where i kept disappearing to when we first started becoming friends. it was her. the people there didn't know i was already under SHIELD at that time—nobody did—so it was safe for me to keep visiting and keep planning an escape for her.

"but three years ago, the red room fell. i rushed over because i thought i could finally leave with her without anyone knowing. but apparently she'd been taken away. she was the only one of the girls who was taken. by who, i didn't know at that time. but i knew it was because of her skills and abilities. if the red room had big plans for her, i knew other organisations must've already heard of her too.

"i never stopped looking for her. i don't know why i never thought of HYDRA. but it doesn't matter anymore. i finally found her and i'm never letting her go. i hope you guys don't mind that she lives here now. if not, i'll move out and find somewhere for us."

the team seemed surprised that nat told them her story. they were very much expecting her to, well, not tell them because this seemed like a very personal story.

"no, no, of course she can stay. i'll even set up another room for her." tony says and nat nods gratefully. "what's her name?" wanda asks.

"y/n," nat tells her, smiling at the thought of you as she stands up. "alright, i have to go back to her. see you guys in the morning. maybe you'll get to see her then."

she bids them goodnight, leaving after grabbing a glass of water for you in case you woke up in the middle of the night, in need of it. she wasn't wrong because when she got back to her room, you were up, hugging your knees as you cried.

"hey, hey, hey, what's wrong, sugar?" she quickly puts the glass of water on the bedside table, sitting on the bed and pulling you close to her. you look up at her all teary-eyed and she feels her heart break.

"i–i thought i lost you again," you croaked out, burying your face in her shoulder. "oh, sugar, you'll never lose me ever again. i'll never let that happen. you're safe here with me. now sleep, i'll be here when you wake up." she stroked your hair gently, laying down next to you on the bed before you two fell into a blissful slumber in each other's arms.

true to her words, she was right next to you when you woke up the next time. she seemed wide awake and you felt bad because she probably had been up hours before but didn't leave you because you were scared.

"how'd you sleep, sugar?" she asked as you sat up, stretching. "the best i have in years. thanks to you, nat." you smiled at her, still not believing all of this is real. that you're finally reunited with the woman you thought of as your mother.

"do you want to meet my friends? they're dying to meet you," she tells you and you bite your lips nervously. "do you think they'll like me?"

"are you crazy? of course they will. and if they don't, i'll make them." she threatens playfully and you laugh, missing how protective of you she is. you smile, agreeing to her suggestions to meet her friends after you got ready for the day.

"hi, sweetie, you're y/n?" a man with fancy silk pyjamas greeted as you entered the common room with natasha. you nodded timidly, scooting closer to natasha. it was weird for natasha to see you this nervous. after all, you were the best student of your batch in the red room. but she understood that years with no actual social interaction does that to people.

"i hope you'll like staying here, i already have your room setting up as of right now. when you move in, you can tell me if you don't like anything and i'll change it for you. oh, i forgot, i'm tony," he extends a hand towards you and with an encouraging nod from nat, you hesitantly shake his hand. he smiles at you before telling you both he has projects to finish down in his lab and to tell him if you needed anything.

"hey, nat, not gonna introduce your friend to us?" you heard a voice from behind you and you two turned around to see two men and a woman. you recognised both men—one of them was the one who broke into your cell last night and the other one you had seen him a lot from pictures nat would show you during your secret meetings in your red room days. he was her best friend. you didn't know the woman but the kind smile on her face was enough to reassure you that these people weren't bad.

"y/n, meet clint, the idiot who i call best friend," she points to the shorter man. the name nat called him must've offended him because the face he made was hilarious that you let out a little giggle. nat smiles at this before proceeding to introduce the other two.

"this one's steve, he's an old man stuck in a young body—literally— so if he says things you don't understand, just smile and nod." you nod at nat and steve gives her an incredulous look, as if not believing the audacity she had to introduce him like that.

"this one's wanda, she's the least annoying person in this whole place and she can cook whatever you want so i think you two will get along really well." wanda smiles at you and you return it shyly. you smile at the other two before nat drags you away, telling them she still had others to introduce you to.

when you entered the kitchen, you saw a man reading a newspaper on the kitchen island while another man, whose skin was red, stood beside him. they seemed to be discussing something very intelligent because you didn't understand a single word they spoke.

"bruce, vision, i want you to meet someone." they turned their attentions towards you and nat and you immediately felt like hiding once again. "oh hello, steve told us you brought back someone from the mission. is this her? hello, i'm bruce," the man sitting down introduced himself.

"wait, is this the bruce?" you asked nat, smirking teasingly at her and she smacks you gently on the shoulder. the man seemed flustered at what you're insinuating, scratching his neck awkwardly.

"bruce, vision, this is y/n, i've known her for a long time and i finally found her after years so i hope you two won't mind that she'll be staying here from now on," nat tells them. the two of them didn't come on the mission last night so they were the only two who didn't actually see you until today.

"it's nice to meet you, y/n. i'm vision, i hope you'll enjoy your stay here." the man with the red skin greets formally and you turn to nat with a confused expression. "he's an android, he does things a bit weird here so don't mind him." she whispers to you and you nod understandingly.

"it's nice to meet you two, i hope we'll be good friends." you say awkwardly, hoping to get this whole introduction thing over with. how many people do you have left to meet?

speaking of the devil—or should you say, devils—, two annoying voices rang through the kitchen, interrupting the peacefulness that it was before they came in.

"i'm just saying that if you hadn't eaten my last bag of chips last week, i wouldn't have taken your cookies last night. it's all about fair play, man."

"and i keep telling you that it wasn't me! i don't even like those stupid salty ass chips from that brand,"

"stop lying, i saw you eating that brand the other day! just admit you stole my chips and go,"

"guys, are you really having another one of your stupid arguments now?" nat cuts them off and they immediately turned to you, finally noticing all of you.

"oh hey! y/n, right? it's nice to meet you, i'm sam. if you wanna survive in this place, you better hide your snacks because if you don't, this winter warrior here will snatch 'em all before you can even stash them in the cupboards. don't ever trust this guy here when it comes to your snacks. you heard what happened to mine," the man fakes a cry and you held back a laugh at his long introduction. you only wanted a name to match the face but he gave you much more. you didn't mind though, he seemed like a fun person.

"hi, doll, i'm bucky. don't listen to eagle right here, i do not steal snacks. i simply let people have a taste of their own medicine. you steal my snacks, wilson, i steal 'em back. you think i don't know you stole my oreos too last month? that's why i stole your damn chips last week,"

"so you did steal them!"

"so what if i did?! you stole my oreos first!"

"oh my god, guys, you're really embarrassing me in front of y/n. these are really the people i was excited to introduce her to," nat face-palmed and you couldn't help but laugh. "don't worry nat, these people seem amazing. i can't wait to get to know them better." you assured her and she smiles, pulling you close to her. "buckle up, sugar, because living with the avengers is gonna be a wild ride."

you were excited for what was about to come. it seemed like everything was finally falling into place. you finally got nat back and you didn't have to worry about losing her again because you had a feeling these people weren't going to let that happen.

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It’s Just a Movie: Part 27 Epilogue (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader)

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Warnings: Suicidal ideation/mention, nervous breakdowns, mental hospital mention, vomiting, cursing

Word Count: 4905

The Frogs had watched everything happen. They should be celebrating, relieved. Wondering how much they were going to charge the Emerson's and high-fiving over taking down their first vampire. But they weren't. They were watching the boys, just like everyone else was or was trying not to.

Edgar replayed the moment over and over again in his mind. Dwayne had helped David off the antlers, while Paul and Marko went to grab your body. Max had chastised them for getting so attached to someone they had no intention to turn, but the boys had been yelling too loud to hear them. Max didn't understand why they were so adamant about getting her body away from him, away from the fireplace, until they heard that off-tune version of casablancas. It had been David that pushed Max in front of the stake. Michael hadn't even gotten the chance.

But now, after the burst of flames and the house nearly crumbling, everything should've been silent. Quiet. But it wasn't. The room was full of loud- Well, Edgar didn't have a word for it. The best he could describe it was yelling. Crying. The boys watched as Paul hugged the corpse to his chest, loud sobs choking his throat as he rocked back and forth. His sobs were an unintelligible stream, and the boys had never seen such a display of emotion. It was raw, unhinged. Human . They thought. Paul was gripping you so tightly the Frogs thought he might crush you.

Marko, the little one as they knew him, stood closest to the sobbing blonde. He was staring, his face empty and his mouth moving. They couldn't hear what he was saying. Couldn't hear the apologies he was whispering over and over to himself. He lifted his hand to his mouth as if to bite his nail, but he dropped it the next second. He ran a hand through his hair, and the Frogs could see tears in his eyes then. They saw his mouth move, and, for just a moment, they could make out what he was saying,

"-Never told you. I'm sorry, I-I was going to tell you after- After everything. I never- I never got to tell you that I- That I loved you- Fuck," and they watched as his face crumbled then, his hand lifting to his face to hold his forehead. Hide his face from the gaze of the Frogs.

Alan looked to Dwayne next. Dwayne walked past them without a word, following Lucy as she called,

"Dad?" And followed Grandpa into the kitchen. They didn't know what he was doing, but his eyes were set. Hard. Their eyes flicked away from him, as a mere gaze from him might be enough to scare them shitless. They looked to David instead. He stood by the fireplace, and it took them a moment to realize he was standing in the spot where Max had stood when he- Alan had to stop himself from thinking about it. They watched as David glanced to where he'd been laying. He'd been stuck. Unable to pull himself off. Unable to help until it was too late. They watched him gulp, and only saw a flicker of emotion on his face before he stumbled back. He stumbled back until he hit the brick of the outer fireplace, and then they watched as he sunk to the floor. He was rubbing his jaw, fighting whatever emotions were overcoming him, as he let his feet splay out in front of him. When he caught the Frogs looking, he gave them a mean glare. But, to their own surprise, it didn't scare them as much as they thought it would.

They realized, both of them, in that moment that vampires weren't just emotionless beasts. Empty killers. They saw the proof right in front of them, and it made the feelings they'd been so clear about before, the righteousness and clarity they'd had, muddled. Alan couldn't stand to stare at them anymore, and he went searching for the other humans. He went to the kitchen, with Edgar trailing behind, and heard Dwayne's deep, rumbling voice say to Grandpa,

"I know you can do it. You just did." But Grandpa, after a sip of his rootbeer and a shake of his head, said,

"Son, you're not thinking clearly." But the brunette, Dwayne, was staring at the old man so intently that they thought that he might snap. They couldn't see what he was holding in his hands, but Lucy looked absolutely horrified. She was covering his mouth, looking at her father as Sam and Michael stood back. Neither of them said a word, but it was clear that both of them, whether equally or not, were against what had happened.

"I know what I want. Just do it." And then they saw what he was holding. He was holding a stake, one that the Frogs had left around, and he thrust it against Grandpa's chest. Grandpa's face looked sympathetic, even as he took the stake.

"Son," He said, even though Dwayne grit his teeth at the word. "I know what you're going through. I really do." He said, and the Frogs watched as, for just a moment, Dwayne's face softened. He looked at the old man's eyes, and Lucy had tears threatening hers. "When I lost my wife, I- I know what you're thinking, but this isn't the way." Grandpa said, but Dwayne shook his head just the fraction of an inch.

"It was supposed to be- Either we were with her or she was with us." His voice was full of regret, but he made it clear to the Frogs, and everyone else, that they really hadn't known what was going to happen when Max died. But it hadn't mattered to them. He let out a stuttering breath. Dwayne was silent for a moment before he said, "I'm a vampire. Shouldn't that be enough? Why are you arguing with me?" His tone was accusatory, like he couldn't believe the old man was refusing to do it. But Alan and Edgar had an inkling as to why.

"You just saved my family, son. I'm not gonna kill one of the men that just saved my family." Grandpa said, and he put the stake off to the side. Dwayne looked furious, his hands gripping tightly. It was the most emotion they thought they'd seen from the brunette, and, for a moment, the thought he was going to do something rash. He spat,

"Call it a favor then." But Grandpa was staring at him with such sympathy in his eyes. Truly, the Frogs didn't doubt that he knew exactly what Dwayne was thinking. It was then that Paul's voice, raw and scratchy called,

"Dwayne?" They heard him let out a loud sniffle, and Dwayne faltered for a moment. His hair was covering his face, so they couldn't see the look that Dwayne and Grandpa were sharing. Instead, Dwayne just whispered the word,

"Please." But Grandpa didn't sway. He just stared at the brunette, and Dwayne finally took a step back. He took a few steps backwards, before he was turning and saying to himself, "Fine, I'll do it myself." As he brushed past the Frogs. When he went back into the main room, the Frogs turned to watch him. They didn't know what his plan was, but they watched as he went for the stairs. It was then that they remembered. The bathtub .

"Dwayne, what're you- Where are you going?" Markos voice had cracked, but the last part of his sentence was completely clear. Confused. Dwayne hesitated, one hand on the wall. He didn't look over at the rest of his coven, but, to their surprise, it was Paul who seemed to know exactly what Dwayne was thinking.

"Dwayne, don't-" He said, stopping to sniffle. "I can't- I can't lose you too." He said, his voice ending with a hiccup. Dwayne stood with his back to the Frogs, but they could see how his hand on the wall clenched. Whatever inner debate he was having was stopped when a small voice shouted,

"Dwayne!" And the brunette looked up. There was a little light brown haired boy, with a dirty face and a period clothing jacket. He was smiling brightly at the sight of the brunette, and ran down the stairs to nearly tackle him. Dwayne paused for a moment before he scooped the boy up, removing his foot from the stairs. He hugged him tight for a moment, before Laddie squirmed and yelled,

"Star! Star!" And Dwayne was forced to let him go. The brunette swayed as soon as Laddie left. He wrapped his arms and legs tight around the girl, and Star, despite how happy she was to see the younger boy, exchanged a glance with Dwayne. Quickly, she carried Laddie into the kitchen, where he wouldn't be able to see the mangled body in the living room. Dwayne followed, and the Frogs watched as Grandpa came up to him. They didn't hear him whisper to the tall brunette,

"I didn't do it for the same reason." As he pat his shoulder and glanced at Lucy, but they saw how Dwayne gulped. But he kept his eyes on Laddie, and the Frogs knew that, at least tonight, they weren't going to have to worry about anymore deaths. The Frogs turned again when they heard a gasp behind them. They turned, and heard noise of people clamoring to see what had happened in the kitchen. But their eyes were on Paul, and where, well, your body should have been. You had disappeared, not even like a puff of smoke. Paul's arms were still angled how they'd been holding you as he stared down at the empty space where you'd disappeared. Your blood was still on the floor, on Paul's clothes. You were just gone . Grandpa stepped out of the kitchen, walking past his family, the previous half's, and the Frogs. He neared the vampires, and looked directly at the faded images of deadly killers.

"Now," He said, stopping in the center of the room. "I think you boys have some things you need to tell us." He said, and the boys each exchanged a glance from their different spots in the room.

***

When you opened your eyes, everything was dark. You looked around, a pulse of fear going through you. For a moment, you thought you were dead. Then, the theater lights came back on. You blinked, looking around. Your hand was stuck down in-between the seats. You pulled it out, and out came your wallet. It took a moment for you to connect what had happened, and your friends found you five minutes later sobbing on the floor of the movie theater.

You'd been inconsolable, and you wouldn't have blamed your parents for sending you to a mental hospital if you were them. You did sound crazy, mumbling things about the Lost Boys while tears wracked through you. It had taken a month. A month of group therapy, living in a ward, and staring outside thick glasses windows for you to finally let the therapist's words trickle in.

It had been weeks since you'd left the ward. They'd said you had a mental break. Something triggered you right after that movie and you'd gone into a full blown delusion. The therapists were almost surprised by the depth of the delusion, until one of your friends told them that you read a lot of fanfiction. It was quickly decided that this delusion had already been an idea in your mind. The only thing that had happened was your perception of reality had broken. You'd stopped being able to tell the difference, and it'd only taken you a few minutes to completely go over the edge.

They weren't surprised. Quarantine had made plenty of people lose little bits of their sanity. Alcoholism and drug use had spiked. Being alone for long periods of time could do this to a person, you'd been told. And, when you finally left the ward, that was your only solace.

Still, in the months that passed, you couldn't help how your head would lift up every time you heard a motorbike. It took you months to stop looking quickly for the source of an all-too familiar laugh. For you to stop getting that same look on your face every time you saw a black trenchcoat.

Your friends and your parents weren't supposed to ask about it, and, if they did, they were supposed to make it clear that it was only fiction. You couldn't visit your forums, and you'd had to delete various apps off of your device. Nothing that would make it seem too real again. It took months for you to be able to have full control of your phone again, and it wasn't until it was nearing summer that you proposed an idea.

It was going to be a trip, one you'd take by yourself. Just something to prove that it was fake. That this was the twenty-first century and that the boys weren't real. You were going to visit Santa Cruz, the filming place and real-life Santa Carla. Of course, you were going to do it in mid-september. After they had all the hoo-ha about the movie on its release date and before they could spark it up again for October. Your parents didn't want you to risk seeing a cosplayer and completely spiraling on your own out in California. You would call your family and friends every day you were away, even if you were only going to be staying for a weekend.

When you arrived, the sun still hadn't set over the horizon. You were going to take your bags to your hotel, and get some rest. You kept your mask on, just a precaution even if the cases were dwindling, and checked in. You found your room, and laid starfished on your bed. You were exhausted from traveling, and sleep was edging at the back of your mind. You sighed, putting an alarm on your phone. You supposed the beach could wait until tomorrow, and that you could unpack when you woke up.

You only slept for an hour, but you blinked away your dreams as quickly as you could. Despite the therapy, despite what your family told you, despite everything , you were still having the dreams. The dreams were why you were here, even if you didn't tell anyone. You thought that, perhaps, if you got some closure, you wouldn't have them anymore. More often than not, they left you with tears in your eyes. You rolled into your back, and, despite how the rational part of your brain said you shouldn't, you replayed the dream over in your head.

You'd been with the boys, lounging with them in your room. Marko and Paul were fighting for your attention while Dwayne simply pulled you out of their grasp. Like a toy they couldn't be trusted not to break. He'd kissed your neck, and you'd caught the smile on David's face. When you opened your eyes again, a hot tear was streaming down the side of your face and back into your hair.

The dreams hurt. They felt so real , just like the delusion had. You never told any of your therapists about them, for fear they'd keep you in longer. And you'd never told them what hurt most of all. Every time you thought of the end of the delusion, the end of that long dream, your heart tugged. You didn't know how it ended, and it killed you more than finding out that it wasn't real. Delusion or not, not knowing what happened to your- the boys was what made it so hard to let go. But I have to , you told yourself. It's why you pulled yourself out of bed and got dressed to hit the boardwalk.

You were going to walk, as you hadn't planned on renting a car. You weren't far from the beach, and you passed by a flyer with something that caught your eyes. It was tonight's date, and, in big, bold lettering it said, S.C. Presents: Movie on the Beach! Your eyes skipped to the times, ignoring the rest of the words on the poster, and then checked your phone. You could make it if you decided to skip the boardwalk altogether. You had brought a sweater to keep you warm, and you didn't mind sitting in the sand. You found a place on a high dune, seeing that they'd already set up a projector. It was one of those old ones that you and your friends had thought about buying. You smiled to yourself as you brought your knees up to your chest. They were playing Near Dark, another vampire movie from 1987. You wished you'd had enough time to get something to eat, but the movie was already half-way ready to start when you'd arrived. It was crowded and dark, and you'd had to carefully step through to get to the spot you were currently sitting. You hadn't had time to look around or take in your surroundings. By the time you could, the movie was starting and you were sucked in.

Delusion or not, you found yourself chewing on your nails instead of popcorn, and, just when the movie was over, you winced when you tugged on a hang-nail and your finger started to bleed. You were quick to suck it into your mouth, and you watched as the movie froze for a typical 80s ending. Cheesy . You told yourself, and a round of clapping started for the end of the movie. Even cheesier . You said inside your head, and you gathered yourself up to sand. You wiped the sand off your backside and waited a moment before you followed the crowd towards the steps just to let some of the crowd disperse. You'd noticed that no one was wearing a mask, and you mentally tsked them. Sure, cases were going down but still . Either way, you were starving, and you could already taste the popcorn you'd been smelling throughout the entire movie. Perhaps you'd get some cheese fries too. You were ready to take a normal, real-life weekend vacation in Santa Cruz, and what better way for it to start? It was then that you felt a cold hand on your wrist and a weirdly familiar voice say,

"Hey, you forgot your-" You'd looked down, seeing your phone first. You took it out of instinct, even as your eyes instantly looked up, and, at first, you couldn't process who you were looking at. You stared, watched as the boy stared at the object and then your eyes met hazel-green ones. They were full of surprise, but then his hands were gripping your arms. His grip was strong, and you nearly flinched back. Your mind was slowly catching up, slowly piecing together who you were looking at. He was talking, but you were barely processing it. He was repeating your name, and then said, "Is it really you? Oh my god, it has to be. Paul smelled- He said he smelled you, your blood, but that happens sometimes- We just thought-" There were tears in his eyes, but your mind was breaking. It was bending over backwards to try to make this make sense and it was shattering in the process. You stared at your angel-faced boy and said,

"This isn't- This can't be real. You're a delusion. A hallucination. Shit, I- I must've forgot to take my meds. This can't-" But you heard something drop. It was your phone. Your hands were shaking. You were shaking. You heard a gasp behind you, but you couldn't find it in you to look. This can't be real. This can't be real. This can't be real. This can't be real- You repeated it over and over in your mind and then suddenly you said, "I think I'm gonna puke."

You did puke. Marko had barely had time to let you go before you darted for the boardwalk. You chose under it as the best place to spill your guts, and the burn in the back of your throat almost convinced you that this was real. The delusion had felt real. That doesn't mean this is. You told yourself. You realized, then, that this was a bad idea. It was a bad idea to come here, and a worse idea to come here alone. None of your friends were here to ground you, and you wiped your mouth with a shaking hand. You saw someone offer you a water bottle out of the corner of your eye, and you looked up to see a different one of your boys. It was David. You nearly threw up again, and you felt your legs give out. He caught you by the elbow, supporting all of your weight with a single hand and helping you lower yourself into the sand. You were hyperventilating, you could feel it. In his calm, even voice, he said,

"Calm down." And, despite everything in your body wanting to do otherwise, you felt your heart slow. Your breathing start to even out. You took slow, steady breaths, staring at the boy besides you. The scruff on his jaw. His platinum blonde hair. His ocean blue eyes. His leather clad hand reached out to touch your face, and you felt tears well in your eyes. You knew why they sent him ahead, you could tell by the look on his face. He was the protector. He was the one who was going to take it if you lashed, or freaked, out again. "It's okay." He told you, but it wasn't okay. It's not okay . You were having another mental break. Another delusion. This time you were all the way in California and there was no way your parents would be able to help you. No way your therapists could help you. You knew you should've told them about the dreams. You knew- But a voice with a Californian drawl was cutting off your thought process.

"Sugar? You cool?" A tall blonde was kneeling at your feet, sinking his white pants into the sand. You saw Paul, and you took the water from David to take a deep swig, wishing it was something stronger. I am so fucked , you told yourself, and your heartbeat jumped again. Paul grimaced as he looked at David, and you didn't need to be a vampire to know what they were thinking. I am totally not cool . Paul stood, pulling back. You watched as he walked back towards Marko, who was making no attempts to stop his staring. Your eyes flicked to the boy besides him, who had turned away from you completely. You saw long brown hair. Dwayne . You thought, and you felt nauseous once more. You had completely gone off the rails now.

It didn't matter how gentle the boys tried to be with you. You were positive that you had lost your mind, that this was just a delusion. That soon you'd blink and you'd be back in your hotel. Or, maybe, you'd be back home. You didn't know, but the boys didn't know where else to take you except to the Emerson's house. You'd ridden with Dwayne, even if the brunette was quiet the entire time since you'd arrived. You almost thought he was upset with you, until he reached to hold your hand. He gave it a small squeeze, and you found yourself pulling away as you reminded yourself that it was all fake.

They'd told them everything after you'd died- well, disappeared. Michael and Star had felt betrayed for being played like pawns, but Grandpa had reminded them that, if what the boys said was true, they were lucky they hadn't simply just torn their throats out. Apparently, Grandpa had his fair share of time with vampires, and, while he couldn't stand them, he wasn't nearly as prejudiced as the Frogs had been. Apparently, deciding not to kill his family did that to a person. Either way, Grandpa had cracked open another rootbeer and told them that you'd probably gone back to your world. And, if they were lucky, you'd be back. When the boys asked how Grandpa could be so sure, he'd taken a long swig and said,

"Santa Carla has a way of being an attraction for all things strange. A girl from a different dimension isn't that far fetched compared to some of the things they think of on the TV." He said, waving around his trusty tv guide.

Now, they stood on their doorstep with you once again with them, hoping that if you saw the rest of them you'd snap out of it. Sam's eyes had bulged when he saw you, and you were almost being knocked over by the force of his hug. You patted his back awkwardly, and Sam almost didn't notice your discomfort.

"God, am I happy to see you! Grandpa said you'd be back! God, it's been- It's been like a month. I can't believe- You look completely fine. This is insane!" It took a minute of him yapping for his brows to furrow, and for him to say your name, and then, "What's wrong?" You were staring at him. If you weren't positive that this was all a delusion, you almost would've said he looked real. Hell, you would've been happy to see the kid. But, that knowledge dampered the illusion, and you were too shaken up to act like it didn't. It was David that said,

"Sam, we need to speak to your grandfather." They'd sat you at the kitchen table. You looked around the house. In the past month, as Sam had said, they'd managed to fix most of the house. You were sure that Grandpa's wood working skills had come in handy. Maybe the boys had even helped. You saw Star come downstairs, and she was grabbed by Sam before she could make a bee-line for you. They were all in the main room while you sat in the kitchen. The only one that sat with you was Laddie, and Nanook at your feet, and he was telling you about all that had happened in the past month. They'd tracked down his parents, but, apparently, Star was allowed to watch him on nights when his parents went out. Now that she lived with the Emerson's, that meant he got to see everyone else as well. You gave him a smile, even if you were sure the little boy in front of you was nothing more than your imagination. His cute little face almost made you want to believe differently. He told you about the Frogs as well. They’d ‘retired’ back to the comic book store, now intent on finding a cure for vampirism. It was surprising to hear the least, and you asked him more about it as the others talked in the main room.

"She remembers everything. She just- She thinks it was all a delusion. A hallucination." David told the patriarch of the Emerson family. Michael wasn't pleased to see the boys again, but he kept his mouth shut as his mother and grandfather stared at the boys. As far as they were both concerned, they owed the boys a debt. Michael didn't think they owed them shit. Star stood besides him, looking curiously at you. The girl she'd once considered a friend. The last time she saw you, you'd died. Now, you sat there looking, all things considered, fine. Grandpa tapped his chin, looking in at you. Finally, he said,

"How long has it been for her?" He asked, and the boys looked to eachother. They didn't know, but, if they had to guess,

"She came to our world on Halloween. It's probably been since then." Marko said quickly, and the rest of them nodded. It'd been almost a year in her world.

"She mentioned- She said something about her meds." Dwayne finally said, and he looked to the grandfather for help with that. Grandpa looked grave for a moment when he looked at the girl. He let out a sigh, lightly shaking his head.

"Give her time. She's been in her world for a long time. She obviously must've been sent to a therapist or a mental hospital or- Or something." He said, waving his hands. "They probably did a number on her, hopped her up on some fancy new drug, and now she- She can't accept what's right in front of her." He said, and the boys didn't look pleased from that accession. They stared at the old man, imploring him for answers. Paul pressed,

"What do we do, man?" And Grandpa took another swig of his rootbeer, before he gestured to where you were sitting. They all looked over to you as he said,

"Let her come to it on her own terms, but, for now," He paused to look at the boys. They were staring so earnestly at her. He saw the looks on their faces, and he knew that, while this situation wasn't perfect, they were relieved just to have her back. "Just wait."

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