#n Mari refuses to tell him how she died

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i love sending my brother screenshots of lil manga Akechis where he looks all sweet n innocent to make it seem funny how badly hes treated in our au with him. and pretending the canon horrors he doesnt know abt dont exist

[midnighvtm4ss]

Rosemary

Summary: Arthur is smacked right in the face with the consequences of his actions as the fate of your relationship is hanging by a thin thread. part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

AO3 link (a better rewritten version of this fic on ao3)

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x f!reader

Content: suggestive, angst, hurt/no comfort (for now) probs grammar errors :/

wc: little under 3k

A/n: before any of you come after me, blame the angst on the bad weather not on me !! (plus we both know you love it <3) anyways reader absolutely eats arthur alive in this chapter so grab your popcorns and tissues !! Next chapter is gonna be the last so it’s gonna take a bit of time to write sorry :(( as always let me know if you like this chapter thank you all for the amazing support you’ve showed for Rosemary <33 gif from pinterest.

The sight of Clemens Point camp emerging from the thick woods surrounding its path, felt strangely like the sight of heaven to Arthur, his muscles aching and screaming at him from the tiring day. Between his visit to Rhodes with Mary and all the manual work Uncle put him under in the morning, the only things he longed for were the softness of his bed and you engulfing him in one of your warm embrace. 

Spending three hours chopping wood and gathering whatever material Uncle needed for his mysterious project that supposedly ‘would help a great deal everyone in camp’, proved to be a tiring job even for the camp’s main enforcer, his strength dulled by the biting cold of October and the constant ache of his heart. Each swing of the axe in the air helped Arthur think, his mind consumed by you, trying to figure out what the hell happened for you to act so cold and distant towards him. The image of his darling’s sweet face contorted in an expression of hurt and disappointment at the sole sight of him from this morning hunting his mind, making each swing harsher than the other. 

When Uncle decided to call it a day, Arthur internally thanked the maker above as he felt his patience wearing thin every time he called Uncle out for not lifting a finger to help him while the older man comfortably sat under the shade of one of the tall trees near the outskirts of camp complaining about his ‘lumbago’. His relief, though, was short lived as the memory of Mary’s letter flashed in his mind.

Mary had been writing to him almost every two weeks, since her late husband died she had been writing to Arthur asking for help, him being the only male left she knew, after her abusive father went mad, gambling all their possessions away and his brother ran off. 

The first letter he received a few months prior left him with a bitter taste in his mouth. He was tempted to just throw it in the bin and forget about it. After years of nothing she found the guts to write to him again, asking to save her little brother from a strange cult that apparently worshiped turtles, as Arthur understood. That first letter woke inside him an anger he thought died down. He needed to confront her. So a few days after receiving the first letter, Arthur rode to Valentine, his mind fixed on refusing to help her, yet after hearing her story out he didn’t find it in him to tell her no.

It’ll be just a one time thing, after this he’ll never see her again. He reassured himself. 

But then another letter came and then another, and he felt like a fool for helping her every time. Worse yet, he felt like an absolute bastard lying to you each time he went to help Mary out, always finding an excuse as to why he was out late. His conscience shouting at him to tell you the truth each time he looked into your hypnotizing eyes as you both layed naked in the comfort of your tent, but how could he explain it all to you ?

Mary, on the other hand, knew about you, having heard of you once from Arthur when you first joined the gang, but now she knew about your relationship with him. He told her from their first encounter, quick to not let her think he had any other intentions.

He’d help, sure, but only for old time’s sake.

Although Arthur sensed she wasn’t particularly excited about his newfound love, she respected your relationship, often asking him for updates and lending him some advice. It felt strange talking about you to his ex fiancè but she’d ask and he’d talk, never shying away from an opportunity to talk about his darling girl. 

Finally free of Uncle’s relentless job, he jumped on his horse, riding into town to meet with Mary. 

The town of Rhodes was particularly busy when Arthur arrived, the usually calm town buzzing with life and chatter. Men and women dressed in all kinds of fancy dresses and tall hats adorned with feathers and ribbons, strolled around town. From what Arthur heard from a couple near the saloon, a famous singer from Saint Denis was doing a show in town.

Suddenly conscious about his rugged and worn out attire he quickly made his way toward the general store, where Mary told him to meet her. Something about buying some plumbing tools, she said. Their evening went smoothly, they chatted away as Arthur helped with her shopping advising her which tools to buy and which ones to avoid. As the moon came high in the sky he escorted her to her accommodation before finally riding back to camp.

––––– ✧ ✦ ✧ –––––

“Who goes there!” the shout of Bill’s voice followed by the cock of his shotgun thundering in the night from his usual lookout position.

“It’s Arthur, you moron.” 

As the faint chattering of camp filled Arthur’s ears, images of you began to cloud his mind. He needed to find out what was bothering you. He needed to make it right by you, whatever it’ll cost. He hitched his horse, patting his mane a few times whispering sweet praises that made the horse sway its tail before walking towards your shared tent. 

The camp was almost empty, being close to midnight the only people up were Javier who sat near the campfire, tuning the guitar in his lap as Reverend Swanson chatted animatedly about his past life experiences with a tired Mister Pearson who looked worse than one of his stews, and then there was Abigail who was chatting with you at the entrance of your shared tent. The both of you dressed in your best dresses, the sight of your body wrapped in the soft cotton and laces of your dress making Arthur’s heart race.

You were one of God’s angels, his sweetest and most beautiful creation, he was sure of it.

As you noticed his presence coming towards you, you hurriedly whispered something to Abigail, making the brunette widen her eyes, before entering your tent, leaving Abigail outside, her eyes finding Arthur’s as he came to an alt before the opening of your shared tent, her expression resembling the ones she had after a fight with John. Anger and care blended together.

After casting a quick confused glance at Abigail, Arthur ducked through the entrance, his broad stature making his action look quite awkward. Letting his eyes adjust to the dim light that shone from the oil lamp on the bedside table, he cautiously sat down his hat, his expression a mix of confusion and wariness as his eyes found your figure, sitting at the edge of your small cot. The skirt of your dress puffy around you making you look like a doll, your head bowed making it impossible to him to read your face and shoulders stiff, toying with something in your hands. You looked up at him, red eyes filled to the brim with tears that threatened to spill once again. Something in the pit of his stomach told him this was going to be a long night. 

"Darlin’," Arthur began, his voice soft as if not to scare a small deer away. 

“Don’t you ‘darling’ me,” you slurred a little. He could smell the faint scent of whiskey on your breath, a sign you’d been hanging out with your girl friends.

“Where were you tonight Arthur ?”

He felt his throat tighten at your question. “I jus’ came back from a job,” he unsteadily replied.

"Right, back from your ‘job’ mhh?" you echoed, your voice tight trying with all your might to keep yourself together. You stood up your wobbly legs almost letting you fall, stepping forward, holding out one of the letters as if it were a weapon. "Or back from meeting her?".

Arthur’s brow furrowed in confusion, and then realization dawned. His stomach dropped as he recognized what you were holding, the sight of you holding one of Mary’s letters felt like a punch to his face. 

"Darlin’, it ain’t what you think," he started, his voice filled with urgency.

"Then, please, tell me what the hell it is!" you raised your voice, making it crack under all the weight of your emotions. You didn’t care if you were yelling, if you were to wake everyone in camp. You were tired of all the bullshit.

"I found them, Arthur. A whole fucking drawer full of letters from Mary. I might not be the brightest at reading, but I know her damned name when I see it.” despite all your best efforts to remain strong your eyes betrayed you as fresh warm tears run down the path that your previous ones left.

Arthur moved closer trying to take one of your hands in his, you took a step back, shaking your head. "Don't," you whispered, voice breaking.

“I went to Rhodes today with the girls, ya’know to clear my mind a bit from all your bullshit, and guess who I found having the time of their lives together ? Laughing and what not.”

He paused, his hand hovering in the air between the both of you. He wanted to reach out, to hold you, to dry your tears and comfort you, to explain, but he knew you needed to hear the truth first. "Please darlin’, you’ve got to believe me. Mary’s just, she's just- I’m just helpin’ her out. Her husband died, and she’s got no one else,"

You let out a harsh, humorless laugh at his poor explanation. Did he really take you for this big of a fool ? Was this really what he thought of you ? Tears poured down even more from your eyes at the realization. "And you, what? You swoop in to save her like some kind of hero? What are you mh, tell me Arthur, are you her bitch ready to bark if she told you to ?”

The venom spilling from your words hit Arthur hard, making him physically flinch as your words hit him right into his face. His heart shattering at your sight, you were physically and mentally distraught. All because he didn’t have the courage to tell you everything from the start.

“You’re still in love with her, aren’t you? Gosh, all this time, Arthur, all this damn time I’ve just been, what? A distraction? Something to pass the time until you could get her back? Poor silly me, thinking I mattered something to you !" Now you definitely woke someone up, your throat burned as you shouted your whole heart out at Arthur, you felt disgusted, dirty even. The alcohol you previously drowned your sorrows into making you nauseous.

You were ready to give your heart to Arthur, you gave him everything. If he asked you the moon you’d give it to him.

And here you were, the biggest fool in the West, thinking you could have a space in Arthur’s heart.

"What, no!" Arthur’s shout was raw, it definitely hurt his throat, you never heard him shout this way, you never heard him shout at you at all. His voice filled with a mix of frustration and fear. He took another step toward you, stretching his hands out in search of your trembling ones, but you stumbled back, almost tripping over the edge of the cot.

"Darlin’, you’ve got to believe me, I'm beggin’ ya” 

“You’ve been lying to me for weeks, Arthur. For weeks you’ve been kissing me, lying in bed with me, you’ve been telling me that you love me while lying to me, for god’s sake ! How am I supposed to believe anything you say now?"

"Because I’m tellin’ you the truth!" Arthur pleaded, his voice thick, cracking with emotion. He could sense your heart getting further and further away from his. He wanted nothing more than to take your pain away seeing the way your shoulders shook with the force of your sobs. He wanted to reach out, to pull you into one of his bear hugs you always loved and make you believe him, but the distance between the both of you felt like a chasm too wide to cross anymore. The only bridge between you deteriorating before his very own eyes.

"Sweetheart, I love you. I always loved you, you’re the only one I care about."

But you shook your head, circling away from him before hitting the cold canvas of the tent wall.

"Don’t," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your sobs. "Don’t say that. You don’t get to say that after everything you’ve done to me… after all these lies."

"Darlin’, please…" Arthur broke down, his voice saturated with panic as he saw you back towards the exit of your tent, his eyes desperate as he looked at you. "I never meant to hurt you. I thought I was doing the right thing, keeping this from you. I thought- I thought I could handle it on my own, that it would be over before you ever had to know. But I see now I see how big of a moron I was, how fucking wrong I was."

You looked at him, your face twisted in pain, your heart painfully torn between the love you still felt for him and the harsh betrayal you couldn’t shake away. "I can’t do this, Arthur," you meekly said, your voice trembling. "I can’t…I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me enough to tell me the truth. Who lies straight to my face as if nothing."

Arthur’s heart shattered at your words. He couldn’t believe this was happening, not again. He was not losing the love of his life again. But unfortunately he could see the resolve slowly hardening in your eyes, the way you were getting yourself ready to walk away. Every cell of his body was screaming at him to find a way to keep you.  "Don’t leave me, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Please, don’t do this. I’ll do anything… I’ll tell you everything, from now on. I’ll never see Mary again, just don’t go. Don’t leave me alone." he finished his sentence, his tone slowly going down to a mere whisper. His eyes filling with tears.

But you were already pulling away, turning your back on him as you moved toward the tent flap. Slightly hesitating with your hand on the thick canvas, your body trembling with the force of the decision you were about to make. If you did this there was no turning back. But this wasn’t your fault.

"I need to think," you said emotionless, your voice hollow as your sobs died down, leaving you with a hole in your heart, "I need…I need some time for myself."

"No, please don’t…" Arthur’s voice was choked with tears he wouldn’t let fall from his eyes. But it was too late.

You slipped out of the tent into the cold harsh night, leaving Arthur motionless at the center of the cold emptiness of your shared tent, feeling the walls closing in around him. The crushing realization that he might have just lost the one person who truly meant everything to him came down on him at once making his head spin.

Alone in the darkness, Arthur finally let the tears fall, each one a silent plea for a second chance he wasn’t sure he deserved.

––––– ✧ ✦ ✧ –––––

You needed to get away from him, to get away from everything right now. You felt that if you were just a second more inside that tent you’d take him into your arms, begging him to never let you go. But you couldn’t.

He lied to you, you didn’t care about Mary, about his secret rendezvous with her. He lied to you. That’s all you could think of.

Realizing that Arthur could easily follow you in camp you decided to completely get out of camp. You needed space, from him, from everyone. You just wanted to be alone.

Venturing into the woods at night wasn’t the smartest choice you’ve made per se, but a small ounce of alcohol was running through your veins still and you decided to blame it for your poor choice.

The moonlight shone brightly, illuminating faintly your surroundings, the harsh chill of the midnight weather biting your exposed hands as you once again forgot your gloves.

You swallowed down the lump in your throat as more tears threatened to spill from your tired eyes, you were near the clearing you and Arthur found out a few weeks ago, in need of some privacy when your mouths were chasing each other and his hands, warm and calloused, explored your exposed back, your touches burning with raw desire.

The memory of that night burned in your heart when suddenly you heard a twig snap. You turned towards the direction of the sound fear taking over you, shaking every cell in your body. You were physically and emotionally drained, you didn't have a gun with you, not even a knife. The only thing left to do was pray it was just a fox wandering around.

And then you felt it, a sharp burning pain in the back of your head, kicking the air out of your lungs.

The last thing you saw was the forest floor.

Before darkness took over you.

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Hi there! How are you? I hope your doing well! I wanted to send in a request if that’s alright with you, if your requests are closed feel free to ignore this—! Anyways, your writing is also really good as well ^-^ Also quick question but do you take matchups by chance? Anyways, 시작하자!

Could I request Alastor and Vox (together or separately if you like) with a Male! Or GN! Reader who’s was a really famous rapper back on earth but sadly died because they were shot outside after finishing a concert? also the reader raps about true stuff like king von did.

Thank you and have a great day! さようなら！

A/N: Hii! Thank you so much for requesting this & I’m so glad you like my work (i was in a writing slump & was afraid i fell off)!! As of right now I’m not currently doing match ups, but possibly in the future I might! As someone who doesn’t listen to rap all that often this was a bit of a challenge, but we got this 😝

(Inspired by several artists)

Warnings: Headcannon format, headcannoned male reader but can be read as GN, SFW all the way, mentions of shootings, mentions of smut but not in detail,

Songs you can listen too while reading: The World is Yours by Nas. Hail Mary by Tupac. Crazy Story 2.0 by King Von.

Navigation!! // Masterlist!!!

Vox is actually a fan of yours, that’s kind of how you two met

Valentino had been trying to get in contact with a girl on your security team, so he decided to take Vox to a show of yours, the show had just ended and you had been getting asked questions about your life and cameras were everywhere

Now, vox controls the media, television at least, so he decides what makes if on air and what doesn’t and this is how you two talk

you ask him to make a deal with you, nothing negative about your human life gets out into the media and when he asks you to clarify, you tell him

to say he was a bit more than shocked is an understatement

he was TOTALLY shocked to his core and in all honesty he felt bad

so he decides to help your friendship is short and sweet towards the beginning,

your team handling most of the contact the two of you shared so it was usually business talk

untilll he’s invited with valentino to go to a party of yours where the two of you get wasted and end up sleeping together

he’s embarrassed, not of you but of his emotions, is this even right?? did you care at all??

WELLLL turns out you did because the next day when he woke up still at your house you calmly told him of your feelings, and that despite only speaking about business you felt like you two could become more

he almost sheds a tear poor guy is SO OVERJOYED HE WASNT THE ONLY ONE, and from there you two develop a relationship 🫶

your biggest supporter, he is always at concerts and interviews with you to make sure everything goes smoothly ,

he’ll even talk to Velvet to make sure your socials are covered and no one posts anything online about you

want a day to yourself? paparazzi just got a report you’ll be somewhere you totally weren’t thanks to velvet

a crazy fan lied about you? valentino is already on it

you literally never have to worry with Vox around

trust whoever killed you while you were alive WILL be dealt with

Now, Alastor is a tricky man meaning

he hates anything that isnt Jazz or from his time

so he definitely didn’t like you at first

like he wouldn’t even care to listen to music let alone YOURS he’d just walk away or hum something to himself

Charlie is the one that actually gets him to listen, and she explains that your different from other artists, uniquely you

so he caves and decides to sit and give it a listen

ten seconds in and he’s stopping the music getting up and walking away claiming he still doesn’t like it but again,

Charlie is charlie and REFUSES to stop so she makes him restart the song and listen yet again

by the end of it he still doesn’t particularly like the music you make, and a part of him actually hurts your feelings

“Why share your issues to the world? Sharing that side of you makes you weak. Horrible taste!”

Cue Vaggie rolling her eyes and Husk just scoffing because what is this dude yapping about?

Doesn’t help this all happened before you left for a show so your nervous the entire time

Charlie gets upset and scolds him, telling him it’s wrong to say that and it is in fact your music so you can do what you want and he agrees, it is your music, but he’s not gonna listen to it

he’s definitely more personality based out of the two, he does think your a nice person, and after hearing you got shot he almost chokes, it triggers his memory

you catch him sitting in the library of the hotel reading and try talking to him

the conversation is light before you somehow land on the topic of your death and when you learn Alastor too was shot you feel a bit more connected to him

surprisingly enough alastor is the one to approach you about a potential relationship and you’re like extremely excited because how often is it the radio demon asks to date you?!?!?!

he does start going to your shows more often after you two begin seeing each other, and though he isn’t entirely too crazy about it, he goes to support you <3

[muffinbeliever]

Introducing: Luna Mae Winchester

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OFC

Word Count: 1710

Warnings: canon-typical violence, brief mention of child abuse, j*hn winchester

A/N: ok so dont hate me please but last week i was struck by sudden inspiration to make an ofc that was a crossover between supernatural and criminal minds and im rly just running w it now... this is her background/introduction that serve as a basis for the fics i'll write for her

Masterlist

about luna:

☽ sam and dean’s younger sister, born on september 20, 1984

☽ (5 years younger than dean, 3 years younger than spencer, and 1 year younger than sam)

☽ height: 5’6 (she had a short mom in comparison to the brothers lol)

☽ hair: dark brown; eyes: dark brown (giving the girl in the gif but not quite)

☽ physically fit, liked to run as a workout and got into yoga in college 

☽ as smart as, if not a little smarter than, sam, but she doesn’t flaunt it 

☽ people like her for her looks but it’s really her mind that is enticing 

☽ generally has a bubbly personality but she is an introvert so it doesn’t really come out unless she’s close with the person or she is really excited

birth

☽ technically the winchesters’ half-sister (bc timeline) but it’s not obvious at all that they’re not full siblings 

☽ john met her mom on a hunt shortly after mary died → luna’s birth was a secret from john until her mom was murdered when luna was only a month old

☽ her mom left john a voicemail before she died telling him about luna because she felt like she was being stalked

☽ by the time john and the boys got there, she was already dead and left luna behind

☽ her mother’s killer was never found.

childhood

☽ the brothers tried their best to give her a normal life, especially dean when he was left in charge while john was away

☽ dean would steal food to feed himself and his siblings, but he would also steal a stuffed animal or toy for luna so she never felt like she was treated differently/worse than the boys 

☽ sam encouraged her to try hard in school because that’s what he also wanted to do, but dean encouraged her because he knew that he never could really do the whole “school thing”

☽ even if dean told sam about what john did on his hunts, the brothers agreed to keep luna in the dark as long as possible so she could have somewhat of a normal, worry-free life 

☽ john had a tendency to get physical when he was really upset (i.e. dean’s wrists when he was sent to that boy’s home) and wouldn’t give luna any special treatment just because she was a girl 

☽ so dean always took the brunt of john’s anger, especially when it came to her, by shifting the blame onto himself and even lying so that she wouldn’t get in trouble

☽ we all knew john was a terrible dad but he was an even worse girl-dad

☽ she found out about monsters/hunting when she was 14 and it scared her a lot but she would still go on hunts because john said so

☽ excelled in her classes and took a lot of sam’s senior classes her junior year because she’s just smart like that

☽ she was devastated when sam left for stanford, not just because she saw how much it broke dean but also because she felt like she would be pushed into the family business even more 

☽ when sam left for school, luna was a senior and john wanted to pull her out of high school before she could graduate because he was worried she would follow sam’s path 

☽ surprise bitch ! dean vehemently refused to side with john and encouraged luna to apply for college anyways

☽ “if a dumbo like sammy can get in, you can get in anywhere”

☽ definitely asked sam for college advice and he read her essays… she got into caltech 

☽ john didn’t speak to her for two weeks after she found out but dean and sam were so proud of their little sister 

☽ dean drove her out to california and helped her move into her dorm while john was helping out another hunter 

meeting spencer reid

☽ double majored in psychology and philosophy at caltech, which was where she met spencer

☽ fun fact, her degree in philosophy was one of the biggest reasons why Spencer went back to school to get a bachelor’s in philosophy → she inspired him :(

☽ spencer was 21, finishing his bachelor’s in psychology and he ta’d for her human memory class (a real class at caltech lol i did my research)

☽ even though his degree wasn’t complete yet, the professor obviously thought he was smart enough to be the primary ta/reader for the class… he even guest lectured the eidetic memory unit 

☽ a lot of students in the class found him really annoying/hated him because he was a harsh grader 

☽ he gave luna a b- on her first essay but she went to his office hours to discuss her grade and after speaking with her (and lowk getting seduced by her beauty and intelligence) he let her rewrite the paper for a better grade as long as she didn’t tell anyone 

☽ she got an a- 

☽ she invited him to dinner as a thank you but he didn’t think that was appropriate so they got coffee instead 

☽ he complimented her rewritten version and they ended up missing the class because they were so caught up in chatting about her work

☽ turned into a coffee tradition before class; they would meet up but only talked about class material/readings

☽ because the class only met once a week though, they only hung out for about two months before the semester was coming to an end 

☽ she invited him out to dinner again at the end of the semester, and this time he accepted because he liked her company 

☽ they became close friends (he didn’t really have anyone else)

☽ he was lowk appalled when he found out she had a fake id (it’s spencer lol) but really just wanted her to be safe especially when she was drinking

☽ she took him to a party once but he hated it so they left shortly after arriving and got a bottle of wine instead and drank at his place 

☽ her friends thought he was a little weird at first but she had him over a lot for movie nights/hanging out and they saw how well they complimented each other 

dating spencer reid

☽ started dating towards the end of her freshman year after she drunk called him and told him she liked him

☽ they had cutesy dates where they either do work/read together or they’ll go to a bookstore or museum 

☽ she loved listening to him ramble off random facts about things they see out and about

☽ dean was so shocked and flabbergasted when she told him about spencer, he stole a car to drive to california to meet him 

☽ at first dean thought it was a power-trip thing of an older guy/younger girl once he actually met spencer and realized he really wasn’t like other guys™ they got along well

☽ spencer graduated that year and was recruited to the fbi so he had to move to virginia but him and luna spent the summer together before he had to go/she started her next year

☽ they did long distance for two years but it was really difficult towards the end 

☽ they had a mutual break up but they still loved each other

post-college hunting 

☽ dean and sam waited for her to graduate before pulling her back in (1 year after dean told sam john was on a hunting trip)

☽ she always felt a pang in her heart whenever they impersonated fbi because it reminded her of spencer

☽ she considered reaching out to him, especially when they were in/near virginia but then she saw him in a tabloid kissing lila archer in the pool and she was heartbroken because he moved on 

☽ she threw herself into hunting and staying with her brothers 

☽ spencer saw dean on the tv during “Nightshifter” (spn) and had garcia look up his record; he was shocked and confused when he realized that the three of you were on the fbi wanted list 

☽ two weeks later, spencer was abducted in “Revelations” (cm) and had bigger problems to deal with than his criminal ex-girlfriend 

☽ a year later, garcia told him that she died after hendrickson faked everyone’s death in “Jes in Bello” (spn) and he regretted never reaching out  

reuniting with spencer

☽ it happened in “Demonology” (cm)/“Death Takes a Holiday” (spn) while the brothers were looking for reapers 

☽ she took on the case because it seemed to be demons and ended up running into spencer at the hospital when they both tried to interview the same witness 

☽ spencer was shocked to see her (she was supposed to be dead ???)

☽ she tried talking to him but he didn’t want the rest of the team to make the connection of her crimes and put her in danger so he said no (also he was lowk mad)

☽ she bought him coffee and they talked… she gave him the monster talk and they worked it out 

☽ BUT she had to go back to her brothers and he was still in the fbi so they only exchanged numbers and nothing more 

☽ she told her brothers when they got back and at first they were a little mad but then they realized that spencer is actually protecting her (and them) and they leave it be 

☽ sometimes her and spencer texted but it was really rare and mostly just to see which cases were monster-related or psychopath-related so they didn’t have crossover

☽ spencer discovered the supernatural books and read them ALL and i mean ALLLLLL

☽ it allowed him to catch up with their years apart and he realized why she was wanted as a criminal

☽ (he especially liked the chapters that he was in) and since it was written based off her inner monologue, he realized how much she loved (and still loves) him

☽ “The Eyes Have It” (cm) where an unsub seemed to be taking people’s eyes turned out some of the victims were actually due to an angel burning them and spencer and her work together to investigate/hunt, rekindling their relationship 

☽ (they got drunk and hooked up) and they ended up getting back together afterward

☽ it was even harder to date this time because of distance and crimes ofc, but they worked at it every day and finally made it work

☽ at one point i’d like to believe that the bau eventually catches luna’s mom’s killer

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Birthright: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

You two get back in the car and head back to the station where everyone else is eagerly waiting.

"Karen recanted her story," you sigh.

"Do you think she's lying?" Rossi asks you.

"I know she is. Something happened to her. I felt the pain she endured, and she is trying to push it down so she doesn't have to think about it. She just refused to admit it happened."

"She couldn't open that door. Afraid she could never come back."

"Exactly. Right now the only person she's protecting is the offender," she sighs.

"We just told her that this guy could still be out there. She wasn't even concerned. She wasn't scared at all. Why?"

"Maybe she's got nothing to be afraid of," Rossi says, and you know exactly where he is taking this.

"Where are you going with this?" John asks.

"Why can't someone let a case go? In your gut, you know the son of a bitch is still out there."

"You're right. She doesn't blink. The only way she'd move back here is if she knew for a fact that it was safe. That means the offender who did this either moved away or he died," you say.

"You know who this man is. He grew up here. He was in his mid-twenties back then. He left after you found his last victim," Rossi tries to jog John's memory. "He might have gone to prison, he could have joined the military, moved away, and sold his property. He was reckless in his personal life, maybe a drinker. He would have had arrests for DUIs. This is your case, John. He was meticulous, so he may have had two areas of control, both private. One to torture and one to confine them. It could have been a workshop or a barn."

"December 13th, 1980. Robert Wilkinson," John says, suddenly remembering.

Emily looks through the different files of potential suspects when she comes across his file.

"He has three DUIs. Spent a few days in jail."

"Well, he's dead. He was twenty-eight when it happened. He fell into his combine harvester."

"When was this?"

"December of 1980. Right when the killings stopped. Sounds about right when Karen moved back. He was survived by a widow, Mary Wilkinson. I know her personally."

"Looks like you're coming with us. Y/N, I'd like for you to join us," Rossi says.

"You got it," you nod.

The three of you leave the police station since John knows where Mary lives. She isn't expecting anyone to come over, so when she sees the old sheriff at her doorstep, she is a little taken back by it.

"Sheriff Caulfield."

"Hello, Mary. May we come in?" Mary nods and opens the door for you three. "How have you and your son been?"

"He's married now and doing just fine. I know you didn't make a house call to see how I'm doing."

"We're investigating a case, and it's led us to Robert."

"Well, he's been dead for twenty-seven years. What could he have done?"

"He murdered five women in 1980," you say. "I'm sure you remember it."

"I'm sorry. I haven't thought about him for a long time."

"You were a young widow, and the sheriff said you had to raise your son by yourself. It's hard to believe you wouldn't think about him from time to time," Rossi states.

"I've never felt sorry for myself. I moved on."

"You remarried?" you ask.

"I moved back here with my parents. I stayed here for a bit while I was pregnant. Robert was mean when he drank. He begged me to come home and said he'd changed."

"Did he?"

"I don't know. He died the day I went back."

"Do you mind if I talk to her alone for a bit?" John asks.

You and Rossi nod in understanding, and you leave the house to hang out by the car. It would take too much time to explain to John what you can do, so you opt to tell Rossi when you get to the car.

"She's definitely caged in, but not as much as Karen was. She wants to hide something, maybe to protect her son?"

"She wasn't surprised. She didn't even ask why we thought he did it. She suspected him. He was a drunk. She got pregnant and left him."

"He could have felt abandoned. Might have had the same thing with his mother. Either way, he can't handle it. It's his stressor. He starts killing. He couldn't touch his pure wife, so he had to find disposable girls, but the killing stopped when he died."

"So, who is doing it now?"

"Would you believe me if I suspected the son?"

"Why?"

"Well, the kid grows up without a father. Naturally, he wants to know why. Mary might not have told him about Robert, but a kid gets curious. When he figures out who his dad is, he could have the same urges."

"Or he could have repulsed him and fought to be nothing like him."

"It's just a theory, Rossi. It's a possibility."

"That it is."

John picks this moment to come out of the house and joins you two by the car. Mary doesn't want to speak to you anymore, and you're not sure what he said to her that would make her not want to talk. You can't force her to say anything, and you only came out here to talk to her. The only thing you can do is head back to the station and hope that someone has something.

However, when you set foot into the police station, you know that something bad happened. You can feel it radiating off of JJ.

"There's been another abduction."

"Her name is Tara Ricker," Sheriff Ballantyne says. "Her family called this morning. She didn't come home last night. We're still trying to locate the vehicle."

"Well, we know he kills after he takes another victim, so we're running out of time here," JJ sighs impatiently.

"Alright, what do we know?" Hotch asks everyone.

"This is a copycat considering Robert is dead. He has the same MO and the same dump site, which he could only have gotten through someone else since it wasn't released into the public. It could be a friend or a family member of Robert. Say, his son?" you say and look at Rossi.

"Are you suggesting there is a genetic predisposition to killing?" John asks you.

"It's one factor, along with psychology and socialization," Hotch answers. "If you have a combination of genetics and a son who grew up without a father searching for his own identity, it could be a stressor."

"I remember Charlie Wilkinson when he was fifteen. He killed a neighbor's cat. He put it in a bag and hit it against a tree."

"How old is he?"

"Mary was pregnant with him when Robert died, so twenty-seven. That makes him roughly the same age Robert was when he started killing."

The phone rings, and you answer it knowing it's Penelope. You put her on speakerphone so everyone can hear her.

"Hey, do you have something for us?"

"I just found the reason why Karen was lying."

"Why?"

"She got pregnant by Robert."

"Mary didn't want to protect her son, Karen did. We need to talk to Karen right now."

Rossi wants you to come with him when he talks to Karen, and you think that's a good idea. She is going to be very emotional, and you think it's best if you're the one to help calm her down and guide her through her memories.

When she sees you two at her door, she becomes angry and caged off, more so than before. She clearly doesn't want to remember what happened, but you're not here to protect her feelings. Young women are getting hurt, and she is the only one who can help right now.

"What are you doing back here? I told you before, I don't know anything," Karen says to you.

"We know that he burned you, Karen. All of the other victims had the same burn marks as you. We know that you were raped by Robert, and we know you have a son because of it."

That seems to soften her tough facade, and she slumps her shoulders in defeat.

"Stephen doesn't know the truth."

She opens the door wider to let you and Rossi in, and she takes you to the living room where she sits on the couch. You opt to stand, but Rossi takes a seat next to her.

"You never told him about his father?" you ask.

"I made him out to be a hero. I said he died in a motorcycle accident."

"Why did you decide to have the child?"

"I couldn't make my baby pay for what his father did," she says, her voice cracking with emotion.

"Is Stephen drinking again?"

"Yes. He just got out of jail for a DUI."

"Has he been hostile or gone for long periods of time?"

"Why are you asking me these questions?" she glares slightly at Rossi.

"You lied about your past because you're protecting your son. You're scared that he could be hurting these women, aren't you? We need to talk to him, Ms. Foley."

Just then, the front door opens and Stephen walks in.

"Mom? What's going on?"

"I'm David Rossi and this is Y/N with the FBI. We're investigating the disappearance of four women from this area," Rossi introduces you two to him.

"Yeah. A girl over at the Monroe farm. I heard about that."

"Do you know something about it?" you ask.

"I don't know anything."

"Does the name Robert Wilkinson mean anything to you?" Rossi asks, and Karen's eyes go wide in fear.

"Please, don't."

"No, it's okay," Stephen assures his mother before turning to you two. "Is this about what he did to my mom?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You thought you could keep it a secret? I've known for a long time that Robert Wilkinson raped you."

"What?" Karen whispers in horror. "Why are you saying that?"

"You never got married. You never dated. You cried yourself to sleep every night. I knew someone hurt you really bad. Then one day, I was cleaning out the garage and I found that article about the man who died in the farming accident... Robert Wilkinson. There was a picture of him, and another article about women disappearing and being found dead. When you walked in the door and saw me holding that picture, the way you looked at me... I knew."

"That was ten years ago. You knew I made it all up? You knew?" Karen sniffles.

"They were really great stories."

"Honey... I wanted you to believe he was a good man. You're the only good thing that came out of it."

They hug, and you let them have their moment. Stephen pulls away from his mother and turns to you and Rossi, wiping his tears.

"So, what, you think this old case is connected to the new murders?"

"Yes, we do," you nod.

"Wilkinson's dead... and I'm not. Mom, you think I did this? If you thought that I could turn out like him, why would you--why would you ever even have me?"

"I never regretted my decision--never. I'm sorry, Stephen. I don't want to doubt you."

"I didn't kill anybody."

Stephen walks off angrily, and Karen follows after him apologizing profusely.

"He's not lying," you say to Rossi. "I feel it. I see it. He's telling the truth. Look, you can handle this here. I'm better off looking for Charlie, Robert's other son."

"Yeah, I got this."

You grab the car keys from him and head out to the car to meet up with the rest of the team. Half of them went to Mary's house and the other half went to the place where the recent missing girl's car was found.

The car was clean as if nothing bad ever occurred there, but the CSI unit is dusting it for prints, but you know they won't find anything. The car has been in that spot since last night, and only until the news of Tara Ricker gone missing, did someone speak up about the car.

It's frustrating because four girls went missing, and no one seems to know anything. This is a small town, someone has to know something about something.

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Name:

Paring: John x reader

Theme: Oh boy, it's you [As The World Caves In by Sarah Corthan]

Type: parts eight to nine of Judas' betrayal

Warnings: same as the others, arguing

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PART EIGHT

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"Why isn't she here?" Zebedee voiced, as John sunk to the sand.

"This is all my fault." He whispered, as Zebedee sat with him.

"You sound like y/n." His abba gently smiled. "Claiming that something is your doing when it's clearly not."

John forced a laugh, looking at the sea. "This is where I first met her."

"Ha, you've told that story. She thought you were older than James. You couldn't stop telling anyone that for a time after." Zebedee recalled. John thought back, too. There was much of that story he, nor Big James, ever told. Like how she thought they were both crazy people who were drunk. "But, we should keep looking."

Zebedee brushed himself off, but his younger son didn't move.

"How far could she have gone? Especially in that little time. And it's getting dark, abba." John worried, before his father stopped him.

"And those are the best reasons to keep looking."

...

"You mean Judas said all of that?" Eden questioned, handing y/n a cup of water. "Y/n, you should have told Jesus at least!"

"You could have died with those kind if threats!" Mary Magdalene exclaimed, caressing y/n's hand.

"John would've done something stupid if I told him then." She sobbed, putting a hand on her stomach. "And I'm pregnant, and there's....so much going on."

"Wait, you're...pregnant?" Eden mumbled, rubbing her friend's back. "Does-"

"No, he doesn't. I don't know what to do."

"You're pregnant?" The women turned to see Simon Peter in the doorway. "Do you want me to go get John or something?"

"Please, but Simon," Y/n shook her head, sobbing harder. "Don't tell him about any of this."

...

"Did you find her?" John heard the other disciples ask. He couldn't hold back the tears anymore. It's dark, his wife isn't thinking straight and in grief, and now she's missing.

Zebedee moved him to chair and pushed past the disciples. "We checked where we thought she'd be, but she wasn't there."

"I'll go get Tamar and Ramah." Thomas mumbled, not wanting to be there when John ranted. Simon Z moved with him.

"John, where did you check?" Big James asked.

John only shook his head, not daring to look up. His voice refused to work correctly.

"Near the sea." Zebedee said for his son.

"Wait, Mary and Eden went in that direction." Andrew realized. "They might have found her first." Others seemed to agree with him.

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PART NINE

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"John," everyone turned to Simon Peter in the doorway. "Eden and Mary found y/n."

John stood up quickly following his friend, "Where?"

"My house. Also, she said something about....but she didn't want me to tell you."

"What is it?" John asked anyway, fearing the worst.

"Faster you get there, faster you find out." Peter replied, as little thunder started running in the direction. "I didn't-agh, whatever." Peter yelled, going after him.

...

Eden and Mary were cuddling y/n when John bolted threw the door, relief visibly flowing through him.

"You should see who's here." Mary gently told her, as y/n turned to see John plastered in the doorway. But she looked away as Peter came in, too.

"We'll be outside, alright?" Eden whispered, as both her and Mary got up. Simon left with them, closing the door. There was cold silence between John and y/n.

"I don't know where to start." Y/n mumbled, getting up and looking at her husband. He folded his arms and looked down.

"Why do you think this is you fault?" He asked, looking at her again. She shook her head.

"Trust me, you don't want to know."

"Y/n, love, I do. I really do."

"I.....I saw a letter, from Judas, to Rome, about how he was planning on arresting Jesus. With their permission." She couldn't look at John. Y/n knew he'd be fuming. "Judas found me reading it, and threatened me to not tell anyone about anything." She looked to see the hurt in his eyes, the trembling of his jaw, how he was biting the inside of his cheek, how tears were forming. John willing letting all of this happen.

"What was his threat?" John asked, as their eyes met. Y/n had tearing streaming down her cheeks. Never ending rivers of salty water.

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The Blog of Dr. John H. Watson: A tale of tea

Pairing: BBC Sherlock x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Tags: fluff

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1388words

Notes: This is written from John's perspective because why not,,, the indented parts are the actual events in the fic, the rest are part of John's retelling. It's a bit lacking since I did it on a whim but I really liked the idea that John would post things like this on his blog, Tell me if you want me to make another John's blog entry. Enjoy :]]]

"I am sure many of you, my regular readers, know of the tale of how Sherlock and I had met. I have shared my recollection of our adventures together, all the bizarre situations we’ve found ourselves in because of cases that interest him. I can safely say that I have gained a little understanding of just how that brilliant mind of his somehow works through the years.

However recently, I’ve been introduced to a friend of his. I know. Surprising, because ––as per his brother ––how many friends do you think he has? A lot, apparently. He forms friendships in the most unusual times, and this friend is no different.

I was told that they met as kids. Contrary to beliefs, Sherlock was very charming as a child. According to Y/N, Sherlock’s friend, he was a people person up until 1st grade –I’m guessing that was when he started doing his deduction thing. They said that it wasn’t until years later that they progressed as friends, when Sherlock helped them prove that they, as a matter of fact, did not cheat on an important exam. In the end, Mycroft had to step in to placate the matter as Sherlock’s guardian (lie) and clear Y/N of the accusation.

But I won’t go into detail on that because this is a tale of how I met Y/N L/N.

It was after Sherlock came back from the dead, months before my wedding. It was somewhat peaceful that day, we were getting fitted for our suits and gowns back in Baker Street when suddenly an unusual fellow walked in. I say unusual because they were dressed in medieval clothes, probably from the 1700s, and carrying a walking stick despite the lack of necessity. “Sorry, mate. We’re on a day off today.” I said, although they ignored me and walked towards Sherlock. I was on alert. Living with someone like Sherlock, you learn that occasionally, he pisses off someone who personally tries to settle things with him. The stranger backhanded Sherlock across the cheek, but he e only raised a hand to tell me to stand down. By now, they’ve noticed that they weren’t alone in the sitting room. They dragged him to Sherlock’s room and harshly closed the door.

“Oh, the neighbors!” Mrs. Hudson exclaimed, breaking the silence. “Should we be concerned?” Mary asked pointing at the silent room. “Oh, don’t worry. That’s just Y/N, they’ll be out in a minute.” Mrs. Hudson dismisses. “Who’s Y/N?” John asked. Mrs. Hudson laughs. “Don’t be jealous, John.” “Mrs. Hudson, I’m getting married, to a woman, she’s standing in front of you. I am not gay!” John firmly stated. Mary joined her in the teasing. “Y/N is Sherlock’s friend from school. They had an on and off communication for the last 10 years or so because Y/N was in Madrid, teaching. Poor fella, they weren’t here in time for Sherlock’s burial, they grieved alone all this time.” “No! You have been so unfair, Sherlock! I had to find out that you’re alive from Twitter. Then your first mail to me is demanding me to go back to London to play as your date to some stupid wedding!” Y/N’s shouts were heard. “…It’s not stupid.” They could hear Sherlock faintly respond. “Shut it, you don’t get to speak just yet. I mourned you, you asshole. Did you ever stop to think how I felt when I heard that you have died? Which by the way, I found out from Twitter, AGAIN! You could’ve told me it was all fake so I didn’t have to grieve for so long. I’m your best friend for god’s sake, Sherlock!” Y/N sounded mad, disappointed even. But they were also holding back tears, the tears that they had refused to shed out of denial when they received the news of Sherlock’s death. “I know…I’m sorry.” “No, you don’t. You don’t know how hard it was to hear everyone saying you’re a fraud. You don’t know how hard it was to hear you had died. You don’t know how it has been for me you…” Their words died at the end, no longer able to hold their grief, choking out an exhausted cry. It took a lot of apologies and explaining, that the people outside no longer heard, before the two of them calmed down. It was quiet for a few minutes before they both exited the room, both red-eyed from crying. Y/N had slipped on a shirt and a pair of trousers they borrowed from Sherlock, having relieved off their elegantly heavy wardrobe, they say quietly in Sherlock’s chair. “Tea?” Sherlock asks. “Two sugars, please.” They said, holding up two fingers. “Of course.” The sitting room remained quiet, only the sound of the water boiling was heard. John, Mary, and Mrs. Hudson had all kept quiet at their end of the room while the seamstress took their measurements, only stealing glances at the two. Sherlock handed Y/N their cup and sat down in John’s chair.

We heard strings of unpleasant words from Sherlock’s room. For a moment, I almost dashed in to possibly save Y/N or Sherlock. Now, I said before that I lashed out at him a bit. But Y/N, I think they were just as close as dragging him back to his grave. Eventually, things became quiet, which worried us for a bit. It didn’t take long for them to come back out. I think they were both crying because their eyes were a bit red and they were sniffling, I don't think it’s bad allergies. I’ve only ever seen him cry a few times, one was when before he jumped (although his face looked like of an ant to me, I know he cried), another was when he pretended not to know how to defuse a bomb to dupe me. But really that wasn’t the most bizarre thing that happened that day. After their little argument, they settled in the sitting room. Y/N had sat in Sherlock’s chair (he never let me on there) and Sherlock made them tea (he won’t even make one for himself).

After a few minutes of silence, I suppose he couldn’t take it anymore, Sherlock proceeded to deduce everything that had happened to his dear friend.

“You arrived yesterday, and since have stayed in Mycroft’s place. You’ve had a limp a few months ago, obviously, you’ve healed. You started at your new work today, you wanted to make an impression on your students. Huh…you’ve broken off your engagement, didn’t like you working?” I remember, these were his exact words because Y/N responded with “Always a delight to meet you, Sherlock.” Which surprisingly sounded genuine. He later introduced them to the rest of us, and since then Y/N had taken my old room after I had wed.

They had managed to manage Sherlock. Seriously, it’s amazing! Yesterday I dropped by because as usual, Sherlock needed someone to do all the “boring” stuff for him, and the flat was almost a whole other place. I had to double-take to make sure I was indeed in 221b. The table where Sherlock did most of his chemical experimenting? Clean. I can smell the chlorine but it was clean! And the fridge, OH, THE FRIDGE! It had actual foods in it and ONLY FOODS. Apparently, Y/N had successfully convinced Sherlock to buy a new fridge for all his bloody equipment. About time someone talked some sense into that intelligent brain of his. Anyway, I’m about to clock in. hopefully you all will be satisfied and stop emailing us about who’s that 3rd fella who accompanies us sometimes in cases, Sherlock complains when these emails pile above his cases." Comments

Oh, don’t be jealous, John. I’m sure Sherlock hasn’t forgotten you! Mrs Hudson Again! I am not gay. John Watson Sure dear. Mrs Hudson John, you’re over-dramatizing everything. A tale for tea? really? Sherlock Holmes I really appreciate you dusting the flat, Y/N. Sherlock never let me touch his things. Mrs Hudson No problem Mrs. H Y/N L/N Y/N is restricting Sherlock’s thinking process theimprobableone Y/N, do not touch the microwave. I have an ongoing experiment in there. Sherlock Holmes Well, you better clean it after. And keep it in your damn fridge, Sherlock. Y/N L/N Great to hear someone has finally managed the great Sherlock Holmes. Mike Stamford

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[averagewriter-inthedark]

Spider Studded Reunion 💔 | T.M No Way Home Miniseries P.2

Contains major spoilers for Spider-Man NWH

My Marvel Masterlist | Read Part 1 here | Part 3 here | Part 4(final) here

Characters & Pairings: Tobey!Peter Parker x Black Cat!reader (past romance), Andrew!Peter Parker (platonic/flirtatious), Tom!Peter Parker (platonic), Otto Octavius, Norman Osborn, Max Dillion, Curt Connors, Flint Marko, May Parker MJ Watson, Ned Leeds, Doctor Strange.

Content warnings: angst, mentions of violence, blood, and fighting. Slight references to SA trauma. descriptions of character death. Profanity | Female reader (she/her) | roughly 4K words i would say (it’s pretty long).

Black Cat PS4 theme.

Premise: After the surprise return of the woman called Black Cat, six villains of Spider-Man from other worlds are together in one room. It’s quite a one in a million sight for everyone involved. For young Peter Parker, conflict ensues when its revealed at least four would die if they return home—which only causes him trouble with a certain Master of Mystic Arts.

Song that inspired the chapter: ‘Ocean Eyes’ by Billie Eillish & ‘Old Money,’ by Lana Del Rey

Note: this is NOT in association with my Tobey!Spiderman x black cat!reader series. This is separate in which Y/n and Peter did not have the life they did in my series & instead she stayed a villain of his becoming the sixth member of the NWH Sinister Six. I also use the whole ‘sinister’ line again from my one series, just cause i like it a lot and it fits here too

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The words were still echoing in Y/ns ear, “Your neck was snapped and thrown off the building by Eddie as the symbiote”

It was like all emotion left her—leaving her as an empty void. There was not telling how one could react in that way after finding out they were killed protecting someone they had wanted to hurt. Y/n was angry with Peter. She wanted to hurt him which is why she agreed to help Eddie and Flint.

She’s the one who told Eddie where he’d find Mary Jane.

Now Flint was telling her at the last second she changed her mind. Going so far as to fight Eddie in the form of the symbiote to protect Peter. And the creature was strong—strong enough to overpower Y/n and kill her.

The last memory she could recall was leaving her home to go scout areas before meeting the two at the construction site. She had made past 2nd Avenue and was cutting through an alley when suddenly a weird sensation filled her. It lasted about ten seconds before Y/n looked around and gave a shrug—thinking she imagined it.

Then she saw a figure in a black suit and thought it was Eddie. What she didn’t expect was it to be Spider-Man—and not her Spider-man nonetheless. And Y/n thought back to the conversation she had with the young Peter. How he said it was the year 2023 and not 2007.

She was pulled into another universe the day she was supposed to die. That’s when the anxiety had started to kick in, but Y/n tried to keep it at bay. The last thing she needed was to have a panic attack in front of all these people—some old acquaintances and the rest strangers.

It was too much for Y/n to process. Not only was she dead in her world, but she was currently lost in another.

The young alternate version of Peter was looking at her with slight concern. He was not liking the feeling he got knowing three of the four from the same universe died—while fighting Spider-Man. Even though from what it sounds like the deaths were accidental and not planned on behalf of his alternate counterpart, it still happened with his involvement.

Otto was having enough of it. He still refused to believe he drowned with the machine, “Spider-Man was trying to stop my fusion reactor,” he insisted when the conversation of Y/n ended. “—so I stopped him. I had him—,” his hand makes a gripping motion, expression full of anger, “—by the throat. And then I—.”

The scientist had paused, words disappearing from his lips. The anger slowly left his face as the realization settled in. There wasn’t anything left to say because the next thing Otto knew was fighting the version of Peter in front of him. “And then I was here.”

“Oh please,” Max said in a condescending tone, making the attention turn to him. No one saw the anxious look Peter had. “Let me tell you something—I was whooping Spider-Man ass. He’ll tell you. And then he caused an overload,” Max made a gesture with his hands, “—I was stuck in the grid, absorbing data. I was about to turn into pure energy and then—,” suddenly he also was unable to recall what happened next.

His hands were waving, trying to find the right words. “And then uh—a-and—oh shit. I was about to die.”

“Max, do you know, do I die?” Connors asks from the side.

Now that made four of the six in the room dying in their world while fighting Spider-Man. It was safe to assume Flint survived considering he was from the same year of the current universe. But he had no idea if Connors perished because before Max could answer the question there was a sound followed by an orange glow in the corner of the room.

Ned and Mj had taken place behind Peter, all three looking to find Strange had appeared hovering off the ground in a cross legged position. Strange made eye contact with both Y/n and Norman in that moment. “Oh great you caught two more.”

Peter realized what he was about to do, shouting out, “No-no-no! Wait, Strange, they’re not—.” His pleads were ignored, Strange flicking his hands once and two orange rings enveloped the two and they were transported to the last two cubicles next to Max. Y/n gasped, pushing against the barrier while frantically looking around.

The anxiety and spider-senses Peter was feeling was making his heart race. “It’s okay—um,” he gulped, feeling swear pool at the crown of his hairline. He gave the two an apologetic look before looking at Strange, brows raising at the sight of a weird looking box. “What is that?”

It was cube-shaped with spirals around each side. It looked old and glowed the familiar orange glow of the Mystic Arts.

“It’s an ancient relic,” Strange explained before saying it’s complicated name, “I trapped your corrupted spell inside and once I finish the proper ritual, it will reverse the spell. And send these guys back to their universe.”

“And then what?” Octavius shouted, “we perish?” He had every right to be mad. After all, if he goes back to his universe he will die. Most of them will.

“Yeah no thanks—I pass on that,” Max rejected Strange.

Now Norman was becoming frightened, “Let me out of here! Peter?!” Peter heard the distress in Normans voice, the sound sending a chill up his spine. Peter had been all for sending them back home—letting their version of himself deal with them. But knowing he would be responsible for their death because he led them to it was not a feeling he wanted on his conscious.

Mays words from earlier had reappeared in his mind, ‘This is what we do, we help people.”

“Strange,” he shakes his head, “We can’t send them back—not yet.”

Now this was not what the sorcerer expected to here, “Why?” Peter thought it was obvious and looked around the room, his eyes falling to Y/ns shaken state last.

“Well some of these guys are gonna die.”

“Parker, it’s their fate.”

Peter was taken aback slightly, “C’mon, Strange, have a heart.”

But the sorcerer wasn’t having it. He knew what it meant keeping them in their universe and it would doom them all if they stayed. They were too dangerous and their deaths were supposed to happen if it was the case. “In the grand calculus of the multiverse, their sacrifice means infinitely more than their lives.”

Y/n did not like the sound of that, banging loudly on the barrier while cursing at the team. “That’s bullshit! Our lives are not some toy for you or whatever the hell you’re talking about, Harry Potter!” Had the situation not have been so serious, the teenagers in the room would’ve laughed at the nickname bestowed to Strange.

But this was no laughing matter.

She was met with no response, Strange keeping his attention on Peter—although the boy did glance at her briefly. Strange gave him a sympathetic look, “I’m sorry, kid. If they die, they die.”

Without another word, Strange focused on the relic. Both hands on either side while the curves on the spirals started to move. Peter glanced at his friends, not knowing what to do and they also appeared at a loss.

The spirals were enclosing, starting to cover the bright orange orb of the botched spell Strange had performed the prior day. The villains were becoming anxious—especially the ones who were aware of their impending demise. Y/n even had tears brimming in her eyes.

“Peter!!” Norman shouted again, looking out the barrier for the teen. Peter was running out of time. The relic was almost completed and Strange would waste no time sending them home.

He couldn’t let that happen.

When the cube was fully closed and Stranges hand hovered over a triangle shaped button, a web instinctively shot from Peter—closing around the side. Strange stilled before warned, “Don’t—!” The man was spun around when Peter flung the box to him and used the device on his arm to send Strange into the cubicle housing Flint.

Peter was frozen—not believing he actually did it until Ned and Mj were shouting at him. “Dude what are you doing!” “Go—go!” Mj was pulling him to her so he could make his escape. She then took a defensive stance like she was ready to fight Strange, but the man just sighed in disappointment.

“This is why I never had kids.”

Strange passed through the barrier easily. But when Flint tried he grunted by the impact—sand falling around him. The sorcerer was gone in a instant, causing everyone to fall into silence. The six were still contained—much to their displeasure with no way of knowing what they’d be met with when Peter and Strange returned.

It honestly shocked them all Peter had taken the relic. The boy was determined for them to do home when he had a change of heart. Now they had no idea if he would succeed in keeping them there.

“Where the hell did they go?” Y/n said after a minute, attention on the two teens. “And who are you two anyway?”

Neither of the teens expected to be put on the spot, both looking at each other who should speak first. Eventually Ned stepped forward after seeing Y/ns tilt her head like she was becoming impatient. “I’m Ned. Ned Leeds and Peters best friend,” he lifts his hand to the girl beside him. “This is Mj, his girlfriend.”

Y/n wan’t expecting that—but then again she never though she’d meet another Peter Parker in her life. “You’re Mj,” the tone in her voice shifted a bit, looking the girl up and down. Mj had mixed feelings by the reaction, raising her brow suspiciously at the older woman.

“I take it you know an Mj or something?”

Y/n gives a unimpressed scoff, “You could say that. She and I aren’t exactly what you would call ‘besties.’ In fact she and I would rather tear off each other’s face than have a civilized conversation. Girl doesn’t learn that when you mess with the cat,” she lifts a gloved hand and with a flick sharp points extract, “You get the claws.”

Max whistles under his breath, “Damn.”

Y/n sends him a wink, before turning back to the stunned teenagers, “Honestly I’m surprised you’re the Mj of this universe. I’m so used to hearing her scream at everything I would’ve never have guessed you’d be her alternate version.” Mj didn’t know how to react to that. It was somewhat like a backhanded complement.

“Don’t worry thought, kid,” Y/n then says, eyes full of mischief, “I won’t discriminate. I don’t know you so I have no reason to hate you—I just hate your counterpart.”

“Good to know,” there was a nervous laugh from Mj before she looked at Ned for help.

Before anyone could say anything else, a familiar orange glow swarmed in the middle of the room. All eyes went to it when they heard a voice say, “I’m sorry, sir, but—,” then Peters masked figure was tumbling out of the portal before looking back, “—I have to try.” The glowing circle closed, making who they assumed was Strange on the other side stranded God knows where.

“Dude what happened?” Ned ran up to him, Mj following. Peter proceeds to ramble about how he fought Doctor Strange, trapped him in the mirror dimension and stole his sling ring. Ned takes the ring and put it on his fingers.

“You could’ve left us here to die? But you didn’t. Why?” Otto asks in somewhat disbelief.

“Because that’s not who he is,” Mj defends, and Y/n felt a smirk curl on her lips. The girl was right, and it wasn’t just her version of Peter who was like that.

The next step was to figure out what they would do. Peter now had six multiversal beings as his responsibility and hoped he could fix them before Strange figured out how to get back. They didn’t have much time, and really Peter was looking to get things done as soon as possible.

Y/n gave a little scoff, “You think you could really change our fate, little spider? Personally I don’t think you fixing my little bad luck problem will do me much good in my situation.” She felt a little bad by being harsh when she saw his shoulders deflate, but Y/n was always blunt when it came to telling things the way they are.

Of course there would need to be convincing. Norman was fully on board when Peter talked about how their world had advanced technology saying, “I can help you. You know, I’m something of a scientist myself.”

Y/n rolls her eyes when she hears that, “I’ve heard that one before.”

Otto was one to oppose the idea—claiming he didn’t need fixing like a dog. Connors warned Peter, saying there may be consequences with that he’s doing. Peter only responded by saying he was willing to take those chances.

A giggle from Y/n has everyone fall silent. It was a manic laugh, the woman leaning her head back against the wall of the cubicle. They all kinda just stood frozen. Unsure of how to react to her constant laughter.

Max is the one to say something, “I’m sorry, what exactly is so funny Miss Kitty?”

Y/n gives another laugh, before biting him lip. “I was just thinking, about how funny this kinda is.” She lets her head fall to the side so she was facing them all. “I mean, c’mon. Six of Spider-Mans villains all in one place? Sounds a little sinister to me.”

Peter called May and soon she was pulling up to the Sanctum driving the F.E.A.S.T truck. They piled the villains in—them having to squeeze together in the tight space—before heading to the only place they had the tech they needed. Happys apartment.

Unlocking the door, Peter pushes it open to allow them into the apartment. Normas first, followed by Otto, Y/n, Max, and Flint. “Wheres’s Connors?’ He asked May when he saw no sign of the large lizard man.

“He told me he wants to stay in the truck.”

“Okay.” Peter closes the door just as the robotic voice announces, ‘alarm system deactivated,’ and locks it up. They stand in the entrance of the place, watching the six get comfortable as they can. “Hey, May?”

“Yeah?”

“I feel kinda bad using Happys place like this.”

May gives a shrug, “He-He’ll get over it.” In the living area, Max waves a hand which turns the tv on and Flint takes on a seat on the couch. Still in his sand form, all it does is make grains fall off his limps and onto the cushions.

“Oh sorry,” he apologizes, sweeping it off so it lands on the floor. In the corner leaning against the wall, Y/n laughs at the sight—finding the whole thing amusing.

“So this is your plan, Peter?” Otto is unimpressed—also because he was still tangled up in his mechanical arms under the nanotechnology. “No lab, no facilities—just performing miracles in a condominium hmm? What you’re gonna cook us some cures and some frozen burritos in a microwave?”

“I could go for a burrito?” Norman interrupted, looking away from Dum-E that he was inspecting. Y/n just rolled her eyes at the older man, turning her head to see out the window. She was still not sure how she felt about everything, but the Black Cat was just glad Norman was in his right mind at the moment.

She did not want to think about if the Goblin came out.

Otto was also not humored by the scientist, “he’s gonna kill us all.”

“Well let’s hope not,” Peter steps away from May, giving her a nervous look before patting Otto on the shoulder, “You’re up first, doc.”

“What?” The man said surprised, “Hey I told you I don’t need fixing.” The teenager opened the door to the back room containing the Stark tech Happy had placed back there. He uncovered the container with the arc reactor all while Otto continued to voice his objections. “I don’t need fixing! Especially by a teenager using scraps from a bachelors junk drawer.”

Max, sensing something within the walls of the room, starts to approach the door, “No, no no,” he says to Otto, making the doctor turn to him. “He’s got something back there. I can feel it—like weird energy.” At the sound of this, Y/n pushes off the wall and follows after Max—wanting to see what he was talking about.

The mat covering the compartment was pulled away, revealing a emblem reading, ‘Stark Cases.’ “What the hell is that?” Norman asks just ask the two along with May enter the tiny room.

“It’s a fabricator,” the vigilante explained as he pressed buttons to open the box, “It can analyze, design, construct basically anything.”

May was a little taken aback at the very large contraption emerging. “I thought that was the tanning bed Happy broke.” A small giggle fell from Y/ns lips, the woman bringing her hand up to cover her mouth.

“Look at that,” her eyes went to Max at his voice, seeing his attention on a circular glowing object in the fabricator. She noticed his eyes flash a brilliant yellow, and suddenly there was a chill in her spine. He looked very intrigued by it.

That couldn’t be good.

They all jumped back a bit when the fabricator fully extended into the wall behind it. Cracks formed and it was sure sign the machine penetrated the dry wall into the kitchen.

The suspicion was confirmed by Ottos defeated tone, “He’s gonna kill us all.”

Minutes turned into hours with Peter and Norman getting to work. They were in the back room while remaining four stayed in the living area with May. Y/n paced around occasionally, even going on the balcony to look out to the city. At one point she heard May in the kitchen and turned her head to see the older woman walking up to Otto.

May tapped on the mans shoulder, making him blink out of his thoughts. “Thirsty?” She lifted her glass containing water with a smile, before pointing to sink with the water filter.

Relaxing the defensive stance he had, turning his body fully to face her. “Well yes, I am thirsty.” It had been awhile they were there and Otto was still tangled in arms unable to really move.

“Fresh water or salt?”

The question was enough to have Y/n nearly rolling—immediately getting the jab May was doing. Otto didn’t understand and just looked at the woman perplexed. May continued, “You know, because you’re an octopus.”

Otto thought May had lost her mind, “W-what?”

It took May a moment to react, but she just gave a nervous smile. “Fresh water it is.” Another giggle left Y/n, the antihero shaking her head by what she had witnessed. She was now on the couch—which was now free of sand, and drew her attention to Max when he started to speak.

“Look at this place,” he was peering out the blinds. It was now dark outside compared to the daylight they had when they arrived. Y/n didn’t know how much longer it would take before they could go home, and if she was being truthful she wasn’t really sure if she was ready to.

What difference would it make if she went home? She doubted Peter could create a cure for the bad luck she does to others. And even if he did it wouldn’t be enough to clean her slate. The only thing giving Y/n hope was she knew from Flint about her change of heart. And judging from what he said earlier, Peter was heartbroken by her death.

Maybe something could change after all.

“And all the possibilities.” Max’s words pulled her from the battle happening in her head.

“What?” Flint asked, looking away from the picture in his hand. “This condo?”

“Yeah—yeah the condo. I love the whole open floor plan—nah,” Max gives Flint a ‘are you serious look’ making the sandman put down the picture. “Nah man, I’m talking about the world. Kinda like who I am here,” he strokes the side of his face smiling. Max then turns serious when he glances at the back room across the apartment, “And all that power back there, I could be so much more.”

There’s a silent moment before Max looks back at Flint, “so why’d you come along?”

“I have a daughter, and I want to see her. But he’s not gonna send anyone home until he’s finished his little science project back there.”

“If any version of Peter has one thing in common,” Y/n says suddenly, making them turn their heads to her, “it’s they’re incredibly smart. I figure it won’t take him long.”

“You trust him?” Max asks the two, not looking convinced.

Y/n stays silent on the question while Flint crosses his arms, “I don’t trust anyone. How’d you end up like that anyway?”

“Oh,” there was a flicker of emotion from Max. The memory replayed in his head as he recalled, “The place where I worked at, they were experimenting with electricity created by living organisms. And then uh—I feel into a veil of electric eels.”

“You’re kidding,” Flint says surprised, “I feel into a supercollider.”

“Damn,” Max shakes his head at the confession, “gotta be careful where you fall.” His eyes draw to Y/n, “What about you Miss. Kitty? Fall anywhere that gave you your bad luck charm?”

The chuckle she gave was low and hostile, her eyes closing briefly before she finally spoke. “No, no I didn’t fall anywhere like you boys did. Nah I got into some trouble with a pretty ruthless crime boss. Owed him some debt and he had me do a few tests on something he was cooking up,” they couldn’t see it, but her fist had clenched against the cushion. “Next thing I know anytime I was under stress weird things happened to people around me.”

“That’s crazy.”

The woman gives a shrug, “Came in handy from time to time.” There was a smirk on Y/ns face as she thought back to the early days of when she first got the bad luck effect. It was right before she met Spider-Man and at her prime when it came to breaking and entering. It was shortly later the Black Cat became aquatinted with the spider of New York.

Then life seemed to change after that.

The mood shifts for Y/n and she stands from the couch back to the balcony. There was a cool breeze, the wind blowing through her white hair and Y/n let her eyes close as the sadness filled her once more.

She really did love her Peter—so much it hurt. There was just so much going on between them that when things were left they were she let the anger cloud over. It’s why she agreed to help Eddie and Flint. The pain and hurt she was feeling was something she wanted Peter to have.

Regret was the only thing she could feel now. That and shame.

What the hell was she thinking? Maybe it was the fact Y/n knew what her fate was that brought this sudden change of heart. But Y/n ended up having one anyway at the last second. The only difference now was the circumstances.

The question Y/n couldn’t help but wonder about what if she would return home at the exact moment she was pulled. If that was the case then she would stay as far away from the construction sight. Y/n wouldn’t go help and bail on Eddie—then he couldn’t kill her. It was unsure if Eddie would be the type to track her down, but to take precautions Y/n would get the hell our of New York the second she stepped foot in her world.

Maybe that would truly change the outcome of it all.

Her inner battle was again interrupted when feeling of someone behind her was felt, and Y/n spun quickly to see May was standing with two mugs in her hands. The sudden turn from the woman had May flinch, “Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you.”

Y/ns eyes followed May as she came to stand beside her. One of the hands holding a mug was extended out to her, “Thought you could use a cup of coffee,” Mays smile was warm and inviting—as it always was from what Y/n had remembered. “You looked a little lonely—hope you don’t mind me joining you for bit. All those guys, you know.” Y/n laughed softly when May made a face, gesturing to the apartment full of men.

“Thank you,” She took the mug from May with a smile, “You’re very kind. Then again I’m not surprised every version of you is.” May raised her brow at Y/ns words.

“I take it you’re close with your Peter? Or was—,” she corrects when Y/ns smile falls, replaced with a frown. “My Peter in there mentioned you this morning. Kind of implied—.”

“It’s complicated,” Y/n tightens her mouth. “We’ve—we were close, closer than friends from what you can assume.” May nodded, eyes a little sympathetic while Y/n continued. “It was on and off. I-I—,” She pauses, biting her lip as she looks away, “I’ve had a rough life—and there were things that happened which led me to do the things I do.”

“What happened?” May asked softly, “If you don’t mind me asking.”

Y/n takes a sip of the coffee, contemplating whether or not to answer before eventually sighing. “My mom wasn’t really in the picture and my dad..my dad was a cat-bulgur—a good one at that before he got caught. He went to prison and I was left on my own. I did good for myself, but then I got involved with this guy in college,” Y/n let her free hand clench around the balcony railing—something May took notice in. “Thought I’d finally get happiness—it was what I’ve always wanted. But I was young, naive, and didn’t think he’d do what he did. Tried to fight him but.....” she pauses, stopping herself when she saw the look from May. “What he did to me made me not wanna be a victim so I swore revenge. I trained and I trained for months to kill him, but the bastard went and got himself killed in a car accident.

“I was angry as you could’ve guessed, but I wasn’t going to let the new skills I taught myself go to waste so I followed in my fathers footsteps. Breaking and entering came naturally. I was able to provide for myself—even though it wasn’t mine. That’s how I got under Spider-Man’s radar,’ Y/n chuckled, bringing the mug up to take another sip. “I didn’t know Peter at the time—even though I was friends with his best friend, Normans son, Harry. I only knew him as Spider-Man in the beginning. Then he exposed his identity when things got serious between our alter egos and well, Peter was a charmer and I swapped sides for a time. Our relationship is—or was very complicated.”

Y/n paused again, looking away from May to glance at the city that was now full of light in the night sky. “I guess looking back, I realize it looks more like I loved Spider-man more so than Peter Parker. I met him as Spider-Man, so when he revealed his identity to me and how he loved his civilian life more, something shifted. I wasn’t ready to give up the thrill and excitement having an alter ego gave me and we both wanted different things. We’d take breaks, some longer than others and it didn’t help that Mary Jane was always in the background. This last break up—,” her voice wavers slightly, “I-It was the worse yet.”

Y/n then goes quiet and May could see moisture pooling in the corners of her eyes. The older woman placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, noticing how she flinched slightly but then relaxed. “I said things, Peter said things. I-I threw stuff at him and he kicked me out. We were both angry—I w-won’t get into detail on what happened, but I knew that was it for us. There was no going back.” Y/n bit her lip, letting her one hand fall to her side as she gave a sound of defeat.

“N-now I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do when I get home,” she sniffed, “If I were there right now I wouldn’t be alive to see the sun rise. I’d already be d-dead by now.” Y/n turned away, wiping the tear that had fallen away. She didn’t want to let her emotions out in front of May. The feelings were becoming overwhelming, but Y/n was determined to keep them at bay.

She couldn’t let it get to her right now.

May gently gave Y/n shoulder a rub, face filled with sympathy. The woman didn’t say anything during the entire time Y/n spoke. Part of May didn’t know what to say, but also she felt Y/n needed to get whatever was off her chest.

“There is one thing you can do,” May eventually said with a soft tone. Y/n lifted her head to her, waiting for her to continue. “Now that you know what lies ahead for you, it’s up to you to change it. You can either take the first step into making amends with your Peter—or you can continue to hold whatever grudges you have. It’s the decisions we make that determine our future.”

Y/n couldn’t help but scoff at the last statement, “I don’t know about that. The wizard was adamant about time and date. Who’s to say I still don’t die the moment I return home. Or that Peter will even listen to me if I see him.”

“Maybe it does,” May shrugs before adding, “But maybe it doesn’t. You weren’t suppose to end up here but look what happened. Are you going to let this opportunity to fix things go to waste?”

Mays words sunk into Y/n. It was enough to make her silent to allow her mind to wonder about the possibilities that could lie ahead. There really was an opportunity here for Y/n. It was now her choice on if she would take it.

With one last comforting pat to the woman, May went back inside the apartment. Y/n finished the coffee in her mug before following May, placing the mug in the sink just as young Peter had skidded into the hallway.

He was practically bouncing on his feet, “I got it! I did it—I did it, uh can you send him up?”

“Yeah, here we go,” May pressed the button on the nanotech projection on the table. The mechanical arms untangled around Otto and started to lift him off the ground while Peter raced up the stairs in a hurry. “Sorry, hold on, doc!”

“Aw will these humiliations never seize?!” the scientist complained as he was lifted against his will. “You! Keep your science fair project away from me!” Peter was fumbling with the color of Ottos clothing, trying to locate the top of the spinal contraption.

Everyone had gathered in the hall of the apartment, watching the scene unfold. “Hey it will work. Have faith,” Norman said to Otto which only made him angrier.

“Says the reckless fool who turned himself into a monster.”

Norman looked offended by the insult and Y/n scoffed, “You’re one to talk, Octopus.”

“Please stop,” Peter pleaded, “Hold still.”

“Don’t you dare!” Otto continued to move, making it difficult for Peter to replace the fried chip with the new one. Everyone held their breath, waiting to see if the kid had really been able to do it. “I swear—,” Otto hissed, “when I get out of this we’re gonna rip you in—.” The mans words were cut off when he suddenly went unconscious.

The A.I itself seemed to go offline, and Ottos body had dropped an inch. Peter stepped away, both in shock and slight panic at the lifeless scientist. “Doc?”

The apartment was so quiet his voice echoed. Y/n brought a hand to her mouth, eyes going wide as dread filled at the thought the boy had maybe actually killed Otto. The other villains in the room didn’t look to hopeful either.

“Doc?” Peter looked scared. He was sure he fixed what was needed to give Otto control over the A.I, but his heart was racing to the point he could feel it wanting to burst through his chest. “Doc?” He said again with no answer. “Doctor Octavius—.” Peter jumped back with Otto gasped, his head lifting and breath fawning at a rapid pace.

There was a instant change, Y/n could see it behind in his eyes behind the glasses. “It’s so quiet,” he whispered in awe, “those voices, inside my head—I had almost forgotten.”

“Otto,” Norman felt a smile form on his lips. He wasn’t the only one, Y/n looked happy seeing the scientist free from the chaos in his mind. And she was happy Peter was successful.

“Yes, Norman.” Ottos face was relaxed and happy, May hitting the button to let him down and he soon felt his feet touch the ground. There were no voices in his head. Nothing telling him what he had to do. It was finally quiet and it gave him peace. “It’s me.”

Peter jumped off the second story, landing in front of Otto with a beaming grin. He did it. He really did it.

“Would you look at that,” Flint commented from the side.

Y/n also gave word of approval, ‘Well done, little spider.”

Peter gave her a look of thanks, taking his finger to disconnect the wireless Bluetooth of the arms. One of the arms reached out to Peter, pressing into his chest to allow the nanotechnology to pass back to him. The suit that took over was different from the iron spider. It was more of a hybrid with his Stark suit and had a large gold spider in the center.

Everyone looked at the two, stunned at how Otto had a complete shift in personality. Although the one who knew him before, Norman, wasn’t surprised. Otto was always a kind man when they worked together, and of course Norman didn’t know what happened to him to cause this change.

“I’m grateful, dear boy. Truly,” Otto extends his hand for Peter.

The two shake hands, Peter smiling at the doctor, “Yeah, you’re welcome.”

“How can I help?”

One down, five to go.

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Live Laugh Love~ Georgie Cooper x Reader

A/N: This is actually the 4th part, but I forgot to post it on tumblr. Hope you enjoy.

Summary: Sheldon refuses to eat solid food after a choking scare.

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A Therapist, A Comic Book, and A Breakfast Sausage

Y/N's POV

After my parents died and George's near-death experience you would think that this family would be tired of scaring me, but now, let me tell you why.

Missy, Sheldon, and I were sitting at the table eating our breakfast that Mary made. Georgie was at the counter putting jelly on his toast. Mary starts to rush us, so that we're not late for school.

Sheldon started choking on his breakfast, but Missy took it as Sheldon making faces. I look up, and my eyes widen like a deer in headlights. "Missy, he's not making faces on purpose. He's choking," I say scared. Mary hears me and rushes over to Sheldon.

Georgie continues to jelly his toast, and I run to get George. I quickly hear Georgie say, "I wish she would run that quick when I need her." I roll my eyes and keep going.

George makes it to the table and tries to smack the sausage out of Sheldon's mouth. Missy yells out, "Sheldon's gonna die! Sheldon's gonna die!" I knew she was scared, so I didn't say anything. What I did see was Georgie continuing to eat, while his brother was choking. I looked at my best friend and glared. He just shrugged his shoulders in response.

I turn back around to see George has flipped Sheldon upside down and was trying to shake it out of him. Mary calls 9-1-1 and I remember something I learned in Health class. "George, Heimlich!" I yell out just before Mary.

George goes for the Heimlich, and Sheldon spits out the sausage. I saw Sheldon look at something before he spits out his food. I looked and there goes Georgie licking his jelly knife.

Mary is quick to see if her son is okay. He says, "you have to... throw away... that jelly!" Georgie just looks at him, and I look at Georgie.

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At School

I close my locker, which is right next to Georgie's. "I should have shoved that knife down your throat," I say as we start to walk to class. "Why, what did I do?" I scoff and side-eye the boy. "Your brother was on the verge of death, and you just sit there eating toast" "It's not like I could have done anything," he says casually. I walk off angry.

We make it to class on time. We sat down and our teacher started telling us about the canned food drive. When Sheldon walked in, she stopped her talk with us to see why Sheldon was late. She read the note Mary gave to Sheldon and was immediately heartbroken. "You poor thing, you had a medical emergency?" The teacher asked the 9-year-old.

"How come the teacher has more sympathy for your brother than you do?" I sarcastically ask. Georgie just shrugs again. I turn back in my seat to face the front with a 'humph'.

Sheldon explains to the teacher that he choked on a sausage. The students start laughing at Sheldon. I stand up angry, "You better shut it, before I shove a sausage down your throat!"

Georgie looks at me scared. He should be scared. Just because I'm a girl does not mean I don't know how to defend myself.

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Me and Georgie were at lunch. I look over to see if Sheldon was okay. He was just staring at his sandwich. "Why are you staring at Sheldon?" Georgie asks as I get up. I start heading for Sheldon as I say back, "because I care about him." Georgie just goes back to eating.

I walk over to Sheldon and Tam. "Hey Sheldon, aren't you gonna eat your food?" I say worried. "No, I'm not hungry," Sheldon says looking down. "I offered him my soup," Tam says.

I wonder what's going on. All I know is this Tam kid is freaking me out. Ever since I met the kid, every time I come near him he gives me googly eyes.

"Well, if you want, one of the seniors bought me a smoothie," I offer the worried child. "Is it organic," Sheldon asks. "I think so. He got it from that new smoothie place," I say nodding my head. "Sure." Hearing those words made me happy. I went to grab the smoothie and then gave it to him. I went back over to Georgie with a smile.

Sheldon's POV

"Dang, she shares food and she's hot. You got one hot friend," Tam says watching the girl who's like my sister walk away. I sip the smoothie before saying, "one, she's my brother's best friend, and two, she's like my sister." Tam looks disappointed, but I just finish the smoothie.

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Y/N's POV

Dinner

We were all sat down for dinner when Meemaw starts talking about Mr. Rosenbloom. "You know that Mr. Rosenbloom with the furniture store over by the steakhouse?" Connie asks Mary. Mary tells her mother that she doesn't know. Connie tries to remind Mary by calling the man a 'Hebrew fella with the comb-over'.

Mary corrects her mother, but Meemaw didn't really care. George just drinks his beer, while we ate our food.

Meemaw tells us that Mr. Rosenbloom asked her to dinner. My ears perk up and I say, "awe Meemaw, that's great." Mary asked her if she was gonna say yes, but Meemaw makes an inappropriate comment. "Okay Meemaw, I see you!" I say cheering her on.

Mary corrects both of us. Meemaw defends with, "What? I said 'dessert'." She turns to us and says, "I figured from the cheering that Y/N knew what I meant, but did you kids know that I was talking about sex?"

I knew Georgie knew. But Sheldon gives a confused face then says "no".

Mary notices that Sheldon wasn't eating. "Why aren't you eating?" Mary says. Sheldon tells his mother that he's scared to eat. George thought it was because of the food touching, but Sheldon says he's afraid he'll choke again.

Meemaw didn't know that Sheldon choked on a sausage. Me and Georgie explain our morning to her. "Sheldon almost died this morning," I started. "Dad was shaking him upside down like a ketchup bottle," Georgie followed.

Mary continues to try to get him to eat, but Sheldon doesn't budge. "Dibs on the tater tots," Georgie says earning a smack on the arm from me. "What? you want some." I roll my eyes continuing to eat.

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The next day was the same way. Sheldon didn't want to eat, so Georgie stole his food. I look to Meemaw and say, "I offered him a smoothie yesterday and he drank it just fine." Connie gets an idea and offers up to blend up his food. She leaves to go blend his food, and I give Sheldon a smile and a thumbs up.

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Georgie and I were finishing up getting ready for school. I was brushing my teeth, and Georgie was checking out his hair. "Are you still not talking to me? It's been almost a week. Speaking of which, where have you been. Except for practice, home, and school, I don't see you anywhere," Georgie says turning to me.

I spit the toothpaste out, rinse my mouth, and then turn to the boy. I fix one of his hairs and walk off. Even mad, I still care for the boy.

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What Georgie didn't know about me was that ever since before my parents died I loved superheroes. Their powers and backstories always amazed me. When I learned to read, I asked Mary and George for a comic. Now, every month, Mary and George give me $5 to pick out comics.

I was sat in the back corner of the comic store. I was a usual customer, so the owners would always tell me when there are new installments. I like the Avengers, a lot of them have a backstory similar to mine, like Spider-man or Ironman.

The bell to the door rings, and I see a certain little boy walk in. 'Isn't he supposed to be at therapy? Since when does Sheldon like comics?' I don't interact with him, I just watch.

He wants an X-men comic. Then I notice Tam, which I don't remember him coming in. They have a conversation until Sheldon keeps walking and runs into me.

I give him a very suspicious-looking look. "Aren't you supposed to be in therapy?" I ask with an eyebrow raised. "Yes, but I have to find out what happens in X-men #137." I laugh and show him where it is.

"Listen, I've had my problems. I've been to therapy. I know things can be scary, but we have to learn to face our fears. Your parents must be worried. You can't run from things you don't like," I try my best to help him. "Here let me show you something."

I take Sheldon to my corner in the back, and I show him my comics. "I read these comics because they remind me of me and my fears. They help me, and they could possibly help you too." I say before seeing Tam, "Tam! here I'll show you." I invite Tam to read with us.

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Georgie's POV

Missy, Meemaw, and I all decided to get a blizzard from Dairy Queen. We started talking. "Meemaw, are you ever gonna have any more babies?" Missy asked. Meemaw exclaims, "Good Lord, no!" "She's too old to have any more babies," I say.

Meemaw tells us, "Don't have to have 'em. You live long enough, your hair and your teeth start falling out, you start wetting the bed, you get to be one." I laugh and say, "haha, that's funny. We're gonna have to put a diaper on you." "You won't be laughing when you're doing it," she says, "I might be." We all laugh.

I continue to eat my blizzard when Missy asks Meemaw who's smarter besides Sheldon and Y/N. We argue a bit about it, but Meemaw says it's not about them.

"Yeah right, everything is always about Sheldon. Y/N won't talk to me, because Sheldon forgot to chew," I say, sad because I miss my best friend. "Yeah, sometimes it's like we don't exist."

Meemaw looks at us and says, "I guess Sheldon does get most of the attention. Maybe that's a good thing. If it weren't for him your parents would be on your ass all the time. And Georgie, don't you think that maybe, Y/N was scared because she already lost two of the most important people in her life, and almost another. That girl has been part of our family for years, and no matter who it is, she will still be scared to lose another family member."

"Yeah. I guess I never thought about it that way before," I say thinking about how our lives could be different without Sheldon. I also never gave Y/N's emotions about the incident much thought.

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Y/N's POV

I guess what I said helped Sheldon because he ate that piece of licorice-like a boss.

Tam, Sheldon, and I were walking home. We see police officers at our house. Tam dips, but not before yelling at me, "Call me, beautiful!" I cringe and walk home.

We make it into the house, and Sheldon is immediately yelled at. Mary thanks me for bringing him home, but I tell her that that is what family does. She smiles and I go to talk to Georgie.

"Hey," I call out knocking on his open door. "You're talking to me now?" Georgie asks putting away his magazine. "Well, I'm in a good mood. Sheldon faced his fear of chewing, partly because of me," I say giving myself a pat on the back.

"Well, I'm happy for you. And I know before I didn't really pay attention to your feelings, but I want you to know I'm sorry." Georgie hugs me and I hug him back. "Sheldon and I stopped by DQ for a blizzard, but I couldn't finish mine. You want it?" "Sweet! I get my Best Friend back and another blizzard."

I laugh and start to head out. "Good night," is all I hear before entering my room.

[arcturusreads]

i just need to get this off my chest || shirbert

pairing: anne shirley cuthbert x gilbert blythe word count: 1995 words request: yes/no prompt/summary: They never imagined a single dance could lead to something like this. a/n: shirbert will forever be one of my favourite fictional couples. this one is set after the dance scene is season three of anne with an e. as usual, my ask box is always open to requests with any shows/films that i reblog

“Anne, wait a second!”

Gilbert had stopped in his tracks. The two of them hadn’t said a word to each other as dance practice had ended. He watched Anne begin her walk home and had almost resigned himself to do the same when something stopped him.

He’d lost so much in life. His mother, his father, Mary, any semblance of a real childhood. But Anne. Anne had been a breath of fresh air in his life ever since she had stepped foot in Avonlea and during that dance practice, he felt something shift between them. Not exactly seismic. For him, it felt as though something had finally clicked in place. He had a track record of staring at Anne Shirley Cuthbert. A fact he was very aware of but would vehemently deny if Bash ever asked him. That wasn’t the reason for the shift he felt though.

No. The reason things had felt different was because of the way Anne looked at him. Her gaze was no longer set on him with hatred or determination. A desire to win against her most fierce competitor burning in her eyes. Those looks were now replaced with a softer watch. Something akin to friendship… maybe more.

Gilbert had not been able to tear his gaze away. He had to make sure that he wasn’t imagining the way Anne was looking at him. After about twenty occasions of looking over at her though, he was pretty sure that he was right. That there was something more there. Something new. Something he had dreamt of and had waited for but never truly let himself believe would happen.

When dance practice had ended and Miss Stacey had dismissed the class, Gilbert hadn’t been sure what to do with himself. After grabbing his coat, cap and satchel and nearly bumping into Anne, he thought she was going to say something. She looked like she was going to but then stopped herself and Gilbert had ended up letting her walk off.

It would have been easier just to let her walk away. To pretend like nothing had happened between them because nothing really had. A few looks across a classroom weren’t exactly something huge. But it was to Gilbert.

When Mary had died, it felt like his whole world was crumbling again. He lost a woman who had brought warmth into his home again. Who had become a sister to him and given him the advice he would have sought from his mother but he knew that Bash had lost so much more. He’d lost his wife, the love of his life, the mother to his child. The future that the both of them had planned together had been cruelly ripped away from him.

The evening after her funeral, Gilbert had sat next to Bash on the steps leading up to the house. Dele sound asleep in a basket next to them.

“I’m sorry, Bash. You and Mary, you both deserved so much more time together…” Gilbert had only just about managed to choke out the words. Refusing to let himself cry when his brother was mourning such a huge loss.

Bash was still angry at the situation. Frustrated that there wasn’t anything more they could have done for Mary but he slowly shook his head, turning to Gilbert. “Don’t be sorry, Blythe. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over losing Mary but this hurt… this anger… it’s because I loved her. And I would rather feel that pain, knowing that I was blessed enough to have a love like that in my life, than not feel anything at all.”

Gilbert had felt a lump form in his throat as Bash gripped his shoulder. “Just promise me, when you meet that special girl, you won’t waste time. You’ll tell her how you feel.” He gave Gilbert a knowing look. Bash would’ve had to have been blind not to see the way Gilbert looked at Anne. He never understood why he’d never said anything to her.

Gilbert had just nodded at him. That paired with the advice that Mary had given him to only marry for love had weighed heavy on his mind in the past days. Try as he might, he couldn’t shake them. And the thoughts only become louder when he was around Winifred. It’s like they were screaming at him, telling him that this wasn’t where he needed to be. When he was around Anne though, those thoughts subsided. He felt like he had some peace.

Jogging down the steps, Gilbert caught up with Anne who looked at him like a deer in headlights when he stood in front of her.

“Can we talk for a second, please?”

“I-uh, I need to get back to Green Gables. I’m already late and Marilla isn’t going to be pleased, I promised I’d help her clean the stove today so I really do have to go.” The words came out in such a rush that it was a surprise that Gilbert managed to keep up with it all.

“Then let me walk with you.”

Anne just stared at him for a moment, open-mouthed. What if someone saw them? What would they think? The news would spread like wildfire, especially if Rachel Lynde found out…

“No one’s around, Anne.” Gilbert could read the worry on her face. He couldn’t let her walk away. There was so much on his chest that he needed to say. A sudden burst of courage led him to finally feel ready to say it. He didn’t know when a moment like this would present itself again. Gilbert knew he had to take it now and for once, he wasn’t going to let Anne run away.

He began walking down the path that headed to Green Gables knowing that if Anne took any other route, she would end up adding at least thirty minutes to her walk. He eventually heard her footsteps behind him and stopped so that they could fall into step together.

When Gilbert looked over at Anne, she was staring at her shoes rather intently. Showing no signs of looking up or starting a conversation. The latter was something that Gilbert was almost grateful for. He knew that if Anne started to talk he wouldn’t be able to get anything out. The words would be stuck in his throat, courage dissipated.

“Anne, today at dance practice…” He trailed off as he looked at her. She showed no indication that she was paying attention but he still continued. “I thought you were going to say something to me before we left.”

“No,” Anne squeaked, still looking at her shoes. “No, I just needed to get home and you were in my way.”

“Well, I need to say something to you.” Gilbert felt his mouth go dry, heart thumping in his chest. Determined to get Anne’s attention, Gilbert stood in front of her, forcing her to come to a stop. Anne opened her mouth to protest but Gilbert began to speak before she had the chance to say anything.

“Anne Shirley-Cuthbert. I have been completely enamoured by you from the day you hit me over the head with your slate. I could listen to you speak about poetry all day, hear about the worlds you’ve created and countries that have been conquered in your that brilliant mind of yours. I love everything about you. How you always stand up for what is right, regardless of the repercussions. How you always believe in the good of people, even when they’ve treated you badly. How you’re always so competitive. I love how you push me to be a better person. How you look after your friends, putting their needs in front of your own. When you walk into the room, everything else fades away and all I can see is you. With your fiery red hair that reminds me of the sunset, freckles dusting your face and the look of wonder that’s always in your eyes. There has been no one else for me ever since you came to Avonlea, Anne. And I’m tired of skirting around it. You are the keeper of my heart. You are the object of my dreams and affections. I have hoped and prayed that you might feel the same way for me but it was only during dance practice today that I thought that it might even be a possibility. So, please tell me, my Anne with an E, am I wrong? Because if I am, I promise I wouldn’t breathe another word of this to you. I’ll leave you alone. But if there is even a chance that you might feel the same way about me, then please say something.”

All Anne was able to do for a moment was stare at Gilbert. She hadn’t known what to expect when he wanted to walk home with her but it definitely not any of what he’d just told her. Anne's feelings for the curly-haired boy in front of her still felt new. She hadn’t been sure when her feelings for him had changed but she knew they had. And try as she might, Anne couldn’t suppress them. Doing so, only made her feelings for him grow. In the end, Anne had ended up admitting her feelings to herself in the middle of the night while she lie in bed. She definitely hadn’t thought of a scenario where Gilbert would ever reciprocate those feelings.

“Yes,” was all she managed to blurt out, worried that her silence would cause Gilbert to think she didn’t like him.

“Yes?” Gilbert hoped that it meant what he thought it meant but he needed Anne to tell him clearly.

“I-” Anne looked back down at her shoes, a blush creeping up to her cheeks under Gilbert’s intense gaze. “I feel the same way…” Her voice was quieter than Gilbert had ever heard it before.

“Do you truly mean that Anne?”

She finally looked up. Gilbert gazed at her with so much hope in his eyes that any awkwardness and shyness she felt evaporated and a smile began to break out on her face. “Yes, Gilbert Blythe. I really do feel the same way about you. I love you.”

“This isn’t some dream?”

“No.”

“You just said that you loved me?”

“Yes, Gilbert. Honestly, maybe you need to see Dr Ward about your hearing?” She teased him, with Gilbert mirroring her grin.

Gilbert started to laugh, unable to contain the joy he felt as Anne’s words finally registered in his mind.

“Gilbert! Someone is going to hear you and wonder what’s going on.”

Ignoring Anne’s comments, Gilbert grabbed Anne’s arms and spun her around, eliciting musical laughter to escape her lips.

“Well, if they ask I’ll tell them that you’ve just made me the happiest man in the world.” Gilbert finally brought them to a standstill, the grin not leaving his face.

Anne just rolled her eyes but inside she was thrilled. She hadn’t thought anyone could feel that way about her. That she could make someone that happy just by saying that she loved them.

“Maybe we should hold off telling everyone else for a second.”

“At least until I talk to Matthew and Marilla,” Gilbert wanted to have their permission to court Anne properly. He didn’t want to mess this up with her. Anne deserved to be treated in the right way.

Anne’s eyes widened, “Oh my goodness! Marilla! Gilbert, I was meant to be home ages ago! I have to go!” She began running down the path, nearly tripping over her own feet. “I’ll see you in school tomorrow!”

Gilbert just laughed as he watched her run away. “I’ll see you tomorrow, my Anne with an E!”

[marvelatthetwilight]

Found in Forks

A/N: A quick one. To satisfy an Emmett shaped need in this story.

Y/N’s POV

Months had passed since we had declared our love, solidifying my bond with Paul. We were inseparable. I couldn’t bear to spend time without him, and even in his company, I NEEDED to be as close to him as possible.

When the pack were discussing the threat of the newborn army I couldn’t help my nerves from making my legs shake, my foot tapping against the leg of the table. Paul reached over and squeezed my hand. He gave me a look that said it’ll be ok. I was desperate to believe that was true.

“We are meeting the Cullens in an hour to train.” Sam said after hanging up the phone to Carlisle.

I felt Paul shake with anger beside me and a growl left his lips. “Why do we need to train, we’ve hunted bloodsuckers before?” He said, whilst I curled up against him to dissipate his anger, he wrapped his arm around me and kissed the top of my head.

“Carlisle said this will be different, we need to trust them right now Paul. This threat isn’t just for them, we need to protect the reservation” the pack nodded at this and Paul didn’t press any further.

Everyone split off after this, with Quil and Embry heading off on patrol, agreeing to meet in the field in an hour. I turn in my seat to look Paul in the eye. “I want to come to training.”

Paul laughs, then sees the serious look in my eye and shakes his head. “Nope, not happening. I’m not putting you at risk by taking you to the bloodsuckers. That’s ridiculous.”

I place a hand on either side of his face and look deep into his eyes.

“I need this. I need to see that you will be ok. If I see you train it’ll make me feel better, help me to visualise you winning. Please Paul.” I try my best puppy dog eyes that I know he can’t refuse and he huffs in reply.

“Fine. But you will NOT be leaving my side, promise?”

“As if I ever would.” I reply and he pulls me tight towards him, kissing my forehead.

“I love you Y/N” he looks down at me, his eyes now softer.

“And I love you” I smile up at him and kiss him softly on the lips.

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We had made it to the agreed field, with the Cullens already standing waiting. I could see Bella who Jacob always talking about was standing there too, recognising her from school, so I’m not the only human here. I send a small wave and a smile in her direction and she waved back, surprised to see me with the pack. Edward whispers something to her and she nods in understanding.

I slide off of Paul’s back once we come to a stop, and he gestures for me to take a seat in the grass. He lays down beside me once I am seated.

I look across at the Cullens, my first opportunity to see the whole family, having only seen the “children” briefly at school before.

Your eyes land on Emmett. You remember him from school, sitting in the cafeteria with the other Cullens, and you are reminded how much he looks like your dad and your grandpa. The similarities are uncanny. Images of your dad and your grandpa flash in your head as you compare them to the cold one you see in front of you. Weird.

You glance away and see Edward staring at you, a look of realisation on his face. Paul growls from beside you and you stroke the fur around his face before leaning your head against him. “Oh be quiet Paul, he’s doing nothing wrong” you whisper to him. He huffs before turning his attention to Carlisle, who begins to address the pack.

“Welcome, Jasper has experience with the newborns, and will teach us how to defeat them.”

Paul nods slightly beside you.

“They want to know how the newborns differ from us” Edward says as he reads the packs’ minds, Paul had told you about the gifts they possessed on your way to the meeting.

“They’re a great deal stronger than us because their own human blood lingers in their tissues. Our kind is never more physically powerful than in our first several months of this life” Carlisle explains. You shudder at this thought, fearful for your friends and Paul. As if sensing this he leans towards you, and your body relaxes with the contact.

Jasper steps forward, and addresses the pack. “A newborn army doesn’t need thousands like a human army. But no human army can stand against them. Now the two most important things to remember are; first, never let them get their arms around you, they’ll crush you instantly. The second, never go for the obvious kill, they’ll be expecting that, and you will lose.”

The Cullens begin to demonstrate fighting, as Jasper narrates, advising the pack on what to do, or what not to do in some cases.

As the training comes to an end, Jared and Paul head off for patrol, Embry and Quill promising to get you back to Emily’s safely as they wait for you to finish talking to Bella.

“I’m so sorry the pack need to be involved Y/N.” Bella says quietly, an apologetic look on her face.

“The threat is a risk to everyone, including the reservation, they would help whether you ask them to or not, it’s just what they’re like.” You say with a smile as you watch Embry and Quil practise some techniques with Jasper.

“Y/N” Edward joins Bella, an arm quickly wrapped around her, pulling her close to his side.

“Edward, nice to see you again.” You were briefly lab partners a couple of years ago and you always appreciated how little he talked, no awkward small talk, unlike some of your peers. Little did you know that he also appreciated working with you, your mind was never filled with the inane gossip of your classmates.

“I don’t know if Paul has told you, but I can...hear people’s thoughts. I didn’t want to alarm you but I need to talk to you about something you thought about when you first got here” you nodded slowly, trying to remember what you had thought about.

“Erm...ok? I can’t remember what it was though?”

“It was when you were looking at Emmett, you thought he showed some similarity to some family members?” He motions for Emmett to join them.

“I’ve always thought it, but dismissed it before as it was ridiculous. He looks exactly like my dad and my grandpa, I’m sure my grandma has some photos of my grandpa when he was younger in one of her photo albums and he looks identical”.

Emmett appears at Edward’s side just as you finish talking. He frowns slightly and then asks; “where are your family from Y/N?”

“Erm...well my dad was born here in Forks but my grandpa was from Tennessee...Gatlinburg I think my grandma said.”

Emmett’s eyebrows dart up in shock and shortly after Edward’s expression changes to shocked too. Emmett walks closer, not worrying about the distracted wolves.

“What was your grandpa’s name Y/N?”

“Ernest Y/L/N”

Emmett smiles a big smile, and turns to Edward, then motions for Rosalie to join them. He squeezes Rosalie’s hand, excitement showing on his face.

“Y/N, I think your grandpa was my nephew. My older sister Mary was his mother, Mary Y/L/N. That makes me your great-great uncle!”

You laugh at this, moving forward to hug Emmett, he picks you up, wrapping his large arms around you. This draws attention from Embry and Quil, who quickly realised that Paul would destroy them if anything happened to you. They move forward quickly, as if they are going to attack before Edward steps in front of you and Emmett trying to explain.

“They’ve just discovered they’re related, it’s a hug! He isn’t attacking her.”

The wolves look at each other, then back at you as Emmett sets you back on the ground.

“I’m fine guys, just happy!”

You turn your attention back to Emmett as he speaks again, “when I died I worried about my family a lot, I was the only son, I was strong and provided for them when my dad got too old. I left them some money, but after we moved away I never found out what happened. Now I know!”

You smile at this. “My grandpa always used to tell us stories about his uncle when we were younger, he was wild, he used to say, really strong, and an amazing hunter. He said they were all devastated when you were eaten by a bear...”

Emmett looks sad at this.

“Were they ok though, how did Ernest end up here?”

“I’m not really sure, but my grandpa owned a hunting shop just outside of Forks, they were comfortable I think. My dad is a lawyer, based out of Seattle during the week, then he comes home to Forks at the weekends. My grandpa saved up to put dad through school, he was so proud of him.”

A smile returns to Emmett’s face, as he thinks about his nephew, hard working like him, providing for his family.

Rosalie walks over and wraps an arm around his waist. “So all these years of wondering, wanting to go back to Tennessee to try and find them and you’ve found your family in Forks?”

“Looks like it babe!” He ruffles your hair as he speaks and you try to swat his arm away.

“I’m so happy to meet you Y/N, I’ve spent years wondering, and now I know.” You smile at your great-great uncle, wishing you could tell your family. Edward heard this and walks to your side, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“You are welcome to our house anytime, you’re part of the family now...with...er...wolf bodyguards of course” he adds as he glances to the wolves growling behind you.

You laugh as you look at the wolves, then back at the Cullens. I’m so lucky to have found so many people to call family.

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[writingwithacupoftea]

The Perfect Birthday Present

Summary: Y/N Shelby’s birthday was fast approaching, and Tommy has no idea what to buy for her. Who would have thought that a night of drunken antics would give him the perfect answer?

Word Count: 2462

Y/B/M = Your birth month

A/N: Is this fic basically a belated birthday present to myself? Yes. Is it completely different to the one I planned? Absolutely 😂 Hope you all love this one as much as I do 💜

Upon Tommy's arrival back to Arrow House, Mary could tell as soon as he stepped out of the car that he was in a foul mood, even by his standards.

He'd been in London for the past week, sorting out some business. That part of the trip had gone well, Tommy had conceded, but the same couldn't be said for the other part of his mission: finding a birthday present for Y/N. In the past the Shelby's had clubbed together to buy presents, however this year Tommy wanted to get Y/N something special that was just from him.  

It was to be a thank you, really, for having put up with his shit for so long, yet never wavering in her loyalty to him. To say that he was supposed to be the one looking after her, for Y/N was his little sister, the roles had definitely been reversed over the last few years: she had helped him through his nightmares and opium addiction, provided him with brutal and blatant honesty (no matter how much he sulked or raged afterwards until he realised that she was right), and had dropped everything to move to Arrow House with him and Charlie after Grace's death.

To say that he was grateful for Y/N would be an understatement.

But seeing as everyone knew that Thomas Shelby was abysmal when it comes to talking about emotions, he wanted to show it in the only way he knew how – spending ridiculous amounts of his money on her.

He had dragged Ada through all of the best shops in London, looking for something spectacular to gift to Y/N. Tommy had ignored Ada's reminders about Y/N's love for simplicity and the little things: in his eyes, Y/N deserved the best that money could buy, so that's what he would get for her.

Yet nothing that they had looked at seemed quite right – it just wasn't Y/N enough. He should've realised then that Ada was right.

So Tommy returned to Warwickshire a day earlier than expected, empty-handed, exhausted and annoyed at himself.  

Curiosity took over, however, upon hearing music echoing through the halls of Arrow House. After following it, even Tommy's seemingly ice-cold heart melted slightly at the sight that greeted him home: Y/N has dug out the old gramophone, which hadn't been used since Grace had died, and she was dancing around the room with a whiskey in one hand and a half-smoked cigarette in the other.  

Tommy smiled softly at the sight of his sister swaying to the music, unaware that she was being watched. She looked young and happy and carefree, a far cry from her usual reserved and guarded self. Tommy forgot about his own troubles just watching her, enjoying seeing Y/N so alive.

But quickly, his mood changed and the smile vanished. Tommy found himself mourning, almost, the life that Y/N should've had, but because of him she could never live. Times like this shouldn't have been a rarity for his little sister: her whole life should have been filled with the unabated joy that exuded from her in this moment. Instead, she looked over her shoulder at every turn, cleared up the mess after each of his mistakes and constantly walked the streets with a target on her back.

Y/N chose this moment to turn around, having noticed that her glass was empty once again, and was momentarily stunned at seeing Tommy. That feeling passed in an instant, however, and she found herself barrelling across the room, throwing herself into her brother's arms. "TOM!" Her delight could be seen from a million miles away.

"You alright?" He rubbed her back gently as they hugged, and he noticed the strong smell of whiskey on her. "How many of those have you had?" Tommy gestured to the empty glass sat on the table, which Y/N was now refilling, along with a second one that she poured for him.

"Only one or two, Tom." Despite her best efforts to look and sound innocent, what Y/N didn't realise was that her flushed cheeks and the devilish glint in her eye gave her away, causing Tommy to smirk in amusement.

The track on the record changed to a lively Charleston, which only sounded vaguely familiar to Tommy's ears, however sparked far more of a reaction from his sister. She gasped loudly and downed her drink in one, slamming the glass down on the table, causing Tommy to raise his eyebrows at her. Y/N had a large smile plastered on her face as she exclaimed "Oh , I love this one!" She ran to turn the volume up, and started dancing once more.

"Won't this wake Charles up?" Tommy wasn't in the mood to deal with the screaming baby, especially if he was already fast asleep.

"Oh no, Tom, he's the reason I got the gramophone out in the first place. What I've discovered over the last few days is that your son adores music." Y/N turned to face Tommy, and adopted the matter-of-fact tone that she used so frequently with him. "A little dance to something upbeat to tire him out, then you put something gentler on and in no time at all he's out like a light."

Tommy felt guilt bubbling up inside of him, replacing his amusement at his younger sister's drunken state. Y/N had managed to find the solution that he had been looking for since Charlie's birth in a matter of days. It showed how little he knew about his own son, and was just another thing Y/N had had to figure out on her own, another problem that she had taken upon herself to solve for him.

Following Tommy's long silence, Y/N looked over at her elder brother, noticing the sad and far-away look on his face, and held out a hand dramatically towards him. "Will you join me, Tom, or have you forgotten how to dance?"

"I'm tired, Y/N/N. Another time, perhaps."

"So you have forgotten."

"Remember who taught you how to dance, sweetheart." His gaze softened as he recalled fond memories of his sister stepping on his toes. "Anyway, I don't think I could keep up with you now I'm older, as you kindly keep reminding me."

Y/N smirked at this. "Yes, Tom, but I'm older as well... that's how age works." She grabbed his hands in hers and started to force him to move his body a little to the music. "Come on, old man, you're not doing anything to help those creaking bones of yours!"

Tommy sighed, realising that he wasn't escaping, and reluctantly started to dance a bit with her. Y/N cackled at how out of practice he was, his movements stiff and face void of emotion, and was determined to get her older brother to loosen up before she went to bed.

***

A couple of hours later, the room was filled with laughter and both siblings had uncontainable smiles on their faces.

Everywhere was a mess. Records were strewn across the table, as they had quickly been through every one and couldn't remember which ones they liked the best; the furniture had been shoved to the side to make more space, with Tommy's suit and tie discarded on the sofa; and empty bottles of alcohol and various glasses were dotted around the room.

It's safe to say that Y/N had succeeded in her mission – Tommy was the happiest that she had seen him in a long time. She wished that this night could last forever, just her and her favourite brother in their own little world, where none of their worries could touch them.

***

The clock on the mantlepiece would have told Tommy that it was now the early hours of the morning, but he paid no attention to it

A slower tune played as the brother and sister swayed together in the middle of the room. Y/N was half-asleep, exhaustion having taken hold as her body caught up with the amount of alcohol she had consumed. It was rare for her to spend so much time with Tommy these days, despite having moved into his home, and she refused to waste one second of it while he was in the right mood.

As for Tommy himself, he was thinking; not at the fast-pace at which his thoughts usually raced, but just thinking. Well, more reminiscing. He hadn't spent a night like this since before the war; in fact he hadn't come close to feeling this free and at peace since before the war. Even when Grace was still here, his mind was more often than not occupied by business.

He thought about the not so little girl wrapped safely in his arms. Placing a soft kiss on the top of her head, he wondered ‘When did she become so grown up? Where did the time go?’

Breaking the quiet between them, Tommy only just heard his sister’s drunken mumbles of “This is the best birthday present ever,” and felt his heart melt even more.

He observed the contented smile that rested on his sister’s face and realised that Ada was right about Y/N: she lived for the special little things in life, she lived for family and for love, not money and jewels.  

Y/N lived for moments like this… and, just like that, Tommy knew what the perfect present would be.

***

Two days later, and it was Y/N’s birthday.  

Since it was a Sunday, all that she had wanted to do to celebrate was to have a big lunch with all of her family. So, the whole Shelby clan, spouses and children included, piled into Arrow House for one very chaotic afternoon.

Y/N couldn't have been happier with how the day turned out. Arguments were kept to a minimum (but Y/N secretly enjoyed the slight bickering that inevitably occurred), she was able to play with all of her nieces and nephews in the garden to her heart's content, and the whole of Arrow House had a buzz about it.

Even Tommy didn't seem to be as grumpy and pre-occupied as usual. Something had changed in her brother since that drunken night, and Y/N couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. But it was a change for the better, so she wasn't going to complain or question it. Despite her longing for a night like that again, she knew that it was an unrealistic dream: Tommy had far too much on his plate nowadays, even if Y/N thought that it would do him the world of good to let go every now and again. And, Y/N admitted to herself, she had missed her big brother much more than she realised.

But Y/N didn't dwell on that for too long, knowing that she'd miss out on things if she spent too long in her own head (such as John, who had just fallen out of a tree in an attempt to beat his own children in climbing it).

***

It was dusk before the family left, and as much as it was one of the best birthdays that Y/N could remember, she was glad for the quiet and a bit of time to herself.

After eating some more birthday cake and having a cup of tea on the bench in the garden, watching as the stars gradually appeared in the Y/B/M sky, Y/N retreated back inside having discovered that it was nearly midnight.  

Mary informed her that her brother had already gone up to bed for the night. On any other day, Y/N would have been surprised at this bit of news, knowing how late Tommy normally stayed up to work; but her family was exhausting when they were all together for half an hour, never mind half a day, so she quietly padded up the stairs to do the same.

Her attention was immediately drawn to a large box that rested on her bed the moment that she entered her room. Y/N would’ve been suspicious if it wasn’t for the note that sat on top of it:

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.

Love,

Tommy x”

Excitement and intrigue building up inside of her rapidly, she untied the messy bow (Tommy had clearly tried his best) and lifted the lid. Inside she found four new records and two bottles of whiskey. For a moment she was confused, but then she found a second note:

“For the next time…

T x”

Y/N felt her heart swell with emotion and tears began to line her eyes as she smiled.

She threw on her nightdress and wandered down the hall to her brother’s bedroom. Knocking gently, she pushed the door open slightly, just enough to stick her head around it. Tommy’s crystal blue eyes locked with hers and she suddenly found herself wondering why she was there at all: she and Tommy were both awful at things like this (when then were sober, anyway). There was a reason why he left the present somewhere that she would find it by herself, rather than giving it to her himself.

Suddenly feeling awkward, Y/N smiled slightly and nodded, not knowing what to say to her brother. As she began to close the door again, Y/N heard a slight chuckle from inside the room and Tommy softly called her name.

She shuffled back into the room, looking at anything but her brother sat on the bed. "I know it's late, but I just wanted to say -" But she was unable to finish that important sentence, a loud, long yawn having escaped her.

When she opened her eyes again, Y/N saw, to her surprise, an amused smile playing on Tommy's lips. He pulled back the covers on the other side of his grand bed, and raised his eyebrows, silently posing a question that he hadn't asked for a long time.  

In recent years, Tommy hadn't been overly affectionate: Y/N guessed that it was just another side effect of the war. So, when the opportunity arose for Y/N to get a hug from her brother (who used to give the best hugs, not that she'd ever tell her other family members), she would never refuse.

She half-ran over to the bed and snuggled under the duvet before Tommy could change his mind. Cuddling into his side and letting the warmth envelope her, the siblings lay there in silence for a while, perfectly content.

As Y/N's eyelids began to flutter shut, she mumbled into her brother's chest a soft "Thank you, Tom," that he only just caught.

Tommy tightened his arms around his Y/N's frame in response and pressed a kiss to her hair. He turned out the light next to him as he felt his little sister's breaths even out, and whispered so that no one else could hear: "No, darling, thank you."

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Your Fault (Supernatural)

Summary: Mary Winchester had died and Jack is in the wind. Sam and Dean just finished burying her and Dean is furious. He takes it out on Y/N and Cas, which leads Y/N attempts to take her life. Dean manages to save her before she follows through. He tries to comfort her but she refuses, so they bring someone else.

Warnings: mentions of self harm, mentions of suicide, attempted suicide, mentions of suicidal thoughts, please do not read if any of these trigger you. And please check up on your friends. You never know what they are going through and refuse to tell anyone about.

Characters: Dean x reader, Sam x reader, Castiel x reader, Jack x reader, Bobby x reader

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You continue to pace back and forth in the study. "Pacing won't help anything," Cas states as he sits down at the table. "It helps my nerves, that's all that's matters right now." "How are you holding up?" Cas says, looking to you with concern weighing on his ocean blue eyes.

"What if they hate us, Cas?" "He can't hate you, Y/N. You're like family." "No, you're like family. I'm just.. I don't know what I am. You heard Dean, he said we were dead to him." "He's just in pain and he needs us," "We'll see." The door creaks open and the sound of the door closing echoes through the bunker.

Sam's face weighed with sadness, his forehead is absent of it's normal concern creases and his eyes were red and puffy. Dean on the other hand, his face was a neutral but the vertical crease between his eyebrows dipped. "Dean," you say, trying to hold his hand but he pulls away from you sharply. "Don't," he says before pushing past you.

"He just needs time," Sam says before approaching you. "Sam, I.. I'm so sorry." Cas says. "I know," Sam says softly before returning his gaze back to you. "I'll go check on Dean," Cas says before leaving the room. More tears escape Sam's eyes and you take his hand to lead his to his room. He follows you go the room and you close the door when you both lock in.

He sits on the edge of the bed and combs a hand through his hair. You stand in front of him and he looks up at you as he unravels before you eyes. You sit down next to him and his lips quivers. "Come here," you say, opening your arms and he leans into your shoulder. Your hold the back of his head and sobs into you.

The more time passed, the more intense his sobs became. Tears prick your eyes out of guilt and you lean your head against his temple. You were the support role for the Winchesters. The sound board of sorts. Even Mary came to your help for advice when she messed things up with the boys. She said that you knew them better than she did, well, the adult versions anyway.

You met the Winchesters through Bobby when you assisted with stopping the Leviathans and you just kept running into each other in various states. You were convinced that they were stalking you and they were convinced you were stalking them. You did not have any close family telling you to stop hunting, all you really had was Bobby. So you continued to find and go on hunts.

Soon enough, you ended up tagging along with the Winchesters and grew closer with each hunt. Sam is more in tune with his emotions, unlike Dean. Dean sees showing emotions as weak. Any other emotion outside of anger is rejected by him.

He was pissed at you and Cas, you knew it. And what's scares you is that you've never seen him that angry before, let alone at you.

The look he gave when he said if Mary was dead, that you were dead to him, sent chills down your spine. You love and depend on these boys. You would hope that the feeling would be reciprocated, but you're starting to question that. After thirty minutes of holding Sam and drawing circles on his scalp, he falls asleep.

You gently pull yourself away and kiss his forehead before quietly leaving. "You can't keep pushing yourself away, Dean," "Enough of this! Stop pretending to care! If you cared, you would have told me that there was something wrong with Jack ages ago!" "Hey, what's with all the yelling?" You ask, walking into the study.

"Sam is finally sleeping," you add. "How could he sleep after we just buried our mother?" "Hours of crying can drain your energy, believe me." You answer vaguely, not wanting to expose yourself.

"Why are you guys even here? It's clear what side you're on," "There are no sides here, Dean." "Yes there are. There's our side and there is Jack's side. Obviously, you're on his."

"You hated him from the beginning like some how he could control who his father was," Castiel defends. "And clearly I was right because she killed my mom!" Dean yells. "We don't even know the full story, Dean." You say. "I don't care about the whole story. It's about an eye for an eye now." "Dean, come on,"

"No, I think you guys should leave. Go somewhere else, anywhere else besides here." "You know that something goes wrong with the plan. Something always goes wrong," Castiel says. "Yeah, and why does that's something always seems to be you?" Dean snaps. "The angel with the bent halo and the leech overtook their stay," he adds.

"You don't mean that," you whimper with tears threatening your eyes. "I mean every single word." Dean snarks as he nears you. "Since Bobby introduced us, you were like a parasite trying to find it's host in us. No one else wanted you so you thought that we did. Sammy may have made you think that you're needed here but you're just a burgen. And that's all you ever will be," Dean spits.

A sharp pain pierced through your heart and you felt like you were going to be sick. "And you--" "Enough, Dean. You've said enough," Castiel snaps, knowing you were barely holding it together.

"I'll be gone by morning," you say softly before walking into your room. You close the door and lock the door behind you. Your eyes fall to the drawer where you hide your thin razor.

Everytime you relapse, you make the same promise to yourself saying that this is the last time and things will get better. But truthfully, things have only gotten worse and now you question if there's even a point from refraining. You slowly approach the drawer and open the top hatch to reveal the razor.

You take it's thin presence in your hand and smooth your thumb over it. You walk to the bathroom to take off your pants and pull down your underwear a little to see the other faint scars litter your butt and thighs.

You sigh and look at yourself like the filthy, disgusting scar that you were. Just as you were about to dig the razor in when I hear the door knob jiggle. "Y/N, it's me." Cas calls from the other side of the door.

The sweat from your palm makes the razor slicks and it slides right out of your hands. "Wait, no!" You watch helplessly as the razor falls down the unnaturally large drain. "Y/N, is everything alright?" Cas askss. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just need a minute," you call but fear got the best of Cas. He used his wings to fly into the bathroom and he sees your scars.

You quickly pull up your pants and buckle them. He opens his mouth to speak but you go off on a frantic tangent. "Castiel please don't tell them. If they find out that I'm doing this, they'll... they'll look at me like I'm some broken toy that needs fixing." "You are so much more than just a toy, Y/N," "It doesn't matter," "Stop dismissing yourself,"

"What can I say? I've been dismissed all my life, so I try to beat it to the punch." His face softens and he steps closer to you. "How long has this been going on?" "Since Bobby died,"

"That was yea-" "I know it was years ago but the pain is still fresh. I never got the chance to actually mourn him because I was busy helping the boys."

"Just please don't tell them," "Okay." You lean into his chest and he puts his head on top of yours as he hold you. He's less awkward than the first time I hugged him. "I'll pack my stuff tonight but can you drop me off in Boston. I've always wanted to go there." You ask. "Of course, if that's what you want." "Well what I want, I can't have. So this is the best alternative,"

"What do you want?" He asks, pulling away a little. "To escape," "Escape from the bunker or escape the world?" It's amazing how fast he catches on things now. He's come a long way from before. "Both," "Y/N-" "I'm fine, I'll be fine." "I'm sorry but I don't believe you. You've been suffering in silence while Dean takes out his suffering on you, it's not fair."

"Life isn't fair, Castiel. But if you really care about me, then you won't tell them and you'll let me leave. You'll let me escape," you say pushing on his chest. "Promise me," you add. "I promise," he says reluctantly. "Good," you walk back into the room and take out your duffel bags.

You can feel his stare on you but continue to pack. "You deserve better than this," "I'm not too sure about that. Hey, you mind stopping by the grocery store to pick up some snacks?" You ask. He eyes you suspiciously before saying, "Alright." He opens the door and walks out. You wait until the bunker door closes to pull out your laptop and scroll through your files until you come across ImSorry.mp3.

You click on it and look at yourself talking. This wasn't the first time you've had these deep, dark thoughts. But this is the first time they're winning. This seems like the best way to stop your pain. It'll be painless. You wait a few minutes to become one with your intentions.

A shaky breath leaves your lips before standing from the bed. You press pause on the video and activate the algorithm you created to send out the mp3 file an hour from now.

You should be gone by then. You close the laptop and advance towards the door. You walk past the kitchen and through the study when you hear Dean say, "Where are you going?" You stop in your tracks, careful not to let a sob slip. You take a deep breath before walking up the stairs to go to the garage.

"Y/N, wait," he says. You close the door and pick a random car in the garage to take out. You slowly drive out to the nearest bridge. You pull off to the side and put the car in park.

You hop outside and hold onto the ledge as you peer over. The water gushes and hits the massive rocks on the sides. Judging by the height of the bridge, it would kill you on impact.

You inhale sharply before hiking one of your legs over the ledge. You swing the other leg over and cautiously stand up on the ledge. Strong gusts of wind push and pull your hair every which way. You open your arms and close your eyes as you let the wind tug your body closer to the water.

Your feet stayed planted on the concrete ledge and you inhale the wet, salty air from the water below. "I'm sorry, Sam," you whisper. You hear a familiar hum of an engine. You look over your shoulder to see Dean getting out of the car. "Y/N, what the hell are you doing!" Dean yells.

You return your gaze back to the water and you move one foot off the ledge. "Damn it, I didn't mean anything I said. I.. I can't loose you too, please." You turn away from him to hide your tears. "Please, Y/N." "It's time that I be with Bobby, now Dean," "No!" You lean forward and lift off the ledge with your back foot.

Your hair covers your face, preventing you from seeing anything. And that's probably for the best. Gravity gains control of your body and you tumble down towards the water when you feel a strong hand grab your ankle.

Another hand grabs your waist pulls you back onto the ledge. Your eyes meet Dean's wide green eyes.

He pulls you down so your feet are planted on the ground. "You actually jumped. You were willing to die because of something I said," he says in disbelief. He holds the sides of you arms with a firm grip.

"Let me go, Dean," "I can't," "You were more than willing to push me away, how is this any different?" "Because I need you alive. Damn it, I need you."

He squeezes my arms and you stare into his eyes for a moment before looking over your shoulder at the water. He grabs your wrist and drags you towards the trunk of the Impala.

He lifts the trunk and grabs a pair of hand cuffs. He captures your wrists in the them and pushes you into the passenger side.

"Did you even think about us when you jumped?" He says sternly. You look out the window the entire ride back to the bunker. When he pulls into the garage, he lifts you out of the car and motions you to led the way back to the bunker's door. The door opens and there Sam and Cas stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"What happened? Why is she in handcuffs? And why did we get a I'm sorry video from you?" Sam asks frantically. You decided not to say anything and sit down at the table. Dean approaches them and tells them to go to the kitchen. He informs them of what you tried to do and Castiel was pissed.

"Im mean how can she be so selfish?" Dean snaps. "Selfish?" Sam repeats. He was about to say something else when Cas cuts him off. "You are such an asshole, Dean. She's dedicated more of her life and time to you both instead of herself. She hid her suffering and her pain to make sure you two were okay! She was hurting herself damn it, but of course you would give a damn about that!" Cas snaps.

"Cas," Sam mediates. "You have the nerve to shame her for having a big heart. I don't care if I'm dead to you because you blame me for Mary, you're dead to me for making Y/N believe that she'll never be good enough for you!" Cas spits. He pushes past them and makes his way over to Y/N long strides.

"Come on, Y/N, we're leaving." Cas motions you to stand up. You shake your head no and he adds, "You want to stay here?" "I don't know what I want, Cas, that's the problem."

"You should leave, put this -us- in your rearview mirror." Sam says, walking into the study. You shrug and lean your back into the chair. You lean your elbows on the table and rest your face in your hands.

"You could have told me, Y/N. You've been there for me more time than I can count. Let me help you." Sam says softly. "We can be there for you when you need it, Y/N. You just have to trust us." Cas says.

Sam pulls you in for a hug first and Cas followed suit. Dean walks into the study to see that they were hugging.

He didn't know what to do. He feels at fault for Y/N keeping to herself. He made everything about him and Sam and didn't think about how Y/N was holding up.

**

Even after Cas and Sam showed their support, you remained quiet. You appreciate their efforts, but nothing they can do is going to make you feel the closure that you needed to mourn Bobby.

You stayed behind with Charlie to make sure things went as planned on the flip side. Sam and Dean took Bobby to the hospital after Dick shot him in the head.

An hour after his surgery, he died and you never got the chance to say goodbye. "Are you sure this is going to work?" Dean asks Sam. "I really hope that it does." Sam says before looking to Cas. You were fresh out of the shower and in the process of pulling your hair into braids.

You heard a loud clash followed by the ground shaking. "Guys?" You rush out of the room and run to where you heard voices. "Sam? Dean? Castiel?" You call as you cough from the smoke entering your lungs. You swat away the smoke with your hand and continued to cough.

"We're alright," Dean says. The rest of them were coughing too and when the smoke and dust finally cleared, there stood Bobby in the middle of the dried twigs. Him in his favorite white and blue sea bass hat and the green rain jacket he always wore over his flannels.

"What are you idjits doin'! You know how many unwritten laws you're breakin' right now? Too many, that's how many," "Bobby?" You say in disbelief. "Hey pumpkin," he says with his face softening after yelling at the boys.

He knew you're past all too well and he tried his hardest to help you move past it. And here you are, right back where you started. Your body has a mind of its own and runs over to him. He reached out to smooth a hand over your hair and you gasp in disbelief that he was actually here.

"What happened to you, honey? I told you knuckle heads to take care of her," Bobby snarks. "I relapsed again, Bobby. I'm so sorry."

He holds the sides of your face and caresses the hood of your eyes with his thumbs. Bobby was not the physically affectionate type, but he knew that was the only way to show you that he cared.

"There's nothing for you to be ashamed about. You're human and you make mistakes." You duck your face to hide your tears from him and he pulls you into his chest.

You completely unravel and you sobs prevented your ability to breathe. You collapse to floor and Bobby followed you.

He cradled you into his arms and you sobbed into the crook of his arm. Bobby looks up to the boys and they stare at her. "What the hell happened?" "We don't really know. She's been in a rough patch, but we just don't know for how long." Sam says, watching Y/N's body tremble as she cries.

"You boys were suppose to take care of her," Bobby says. "We know, we-" "We failed her, I'm sorry, Bobby." Dean says, clenching his jaw. "Well don't tell me. Hug her and tell her you're sorry. And you better mean it, boy," he commands.

Dean reluctantly kneels down next to you and tugs you towards his chest. You lean your head into his collarbone and holds the side of your head. You sniffle a little but furrow your brow when you hear him sniffle. "I'm so sorry."

You wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head on his shoulder. "Let's give em' a minute, we're all going to take some turns getting our heads out of ours ass. Come on," Bobby says, motioning the rest of the crew to leave.

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Where We Start Again - 8

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: how do you fake date someone you have real feelings for?

Series Masterlist and Regular Masterlist

Playlist by @tiny-friggin-human

“How was the dance?” May asked cheerfully when Peter stormed into the kitchen.

“Oh, you know. I broke up with my fake girlfriend because she developed real feelings for me and I yelled at her for it.” He shrugged casually. “And I then stepped in a puddle and had to walk home with a wet sock, so I would say I had an average time. The decorations were cool though, until they all died.”

“Peter Benjamin Parker, are you drunk?” May put her hands on her hips and stared sternly at Peter.

“Nope. Not drunk. I’m just incredibly stupid and have a cold left foot. Night!” He said through a forced smile and tried to go to his room.

“Woah, woah, woah.” May grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “We agreed there would be no more secrets between us after the spiderman thing. What’s going on? What fake girlfriend?”

“Y/n has been pretending to be my girlfriend for the past two weeks so Flash wouldn’t make fun of me.” Peter admitted without meeting May’s eyes.

“Oh.” May said quietly, not having expected the answer she was given.

“Yeah. Oh.” Peter repeated. He shook his head as tears formed in his eyes. “I always thought it was a facade but then Flash told me she was gonna turn down Harvard for me and I panicked.”

“Panicked how?” May worried.

“I drove her away.” He mumbled as a tear fell down his cheek. “I yelled at her and called her all the things she hates so that she would hate me too. How did I let this happen?”

“Oh, Peter.” May went to hug her nephew but he pushed her away.

“No. I don’t deserve comfort.” He sniffled. “I hurt someone I seriously care about, May. And I did it on purpose. I didn’t even know I could be that mean.” His voice cracked.

“I’m sorry Peter, I don’t know what to say.” May held her fist over her mouth as she thought. “Your uncle was so much better at this.”

“Is she gonna hate me forever?” Peter asked her through his tears.

“She may want to, but she won’t.” May rubbed his arm. “Not forever, at least.”

“Can you promise me that?” He hoped.

“No.” She said apologetically. “But you won’t know unless you go over there and apologize.”

Peter looked down at his shoes for almost a full minute as hot tears fell onto them.

“I love her, May.” He said quietly, unable to look May in the eye at his most vulnerable moment.

“I know you do. You just have to hope she knows that too.” May told him.

“But if she tells me she never wants to see me again…” He trailed off, getting choked up at just the thought.

“Then you have to respect that. It was her decision to turn down Harvard, the same way it was your decision to chase her away. No one can make this right but you.”

“You’re right. I have to go talk to her.” Peter started walking towards the door and May stopped him again.

“Woah woah woah. No one can make this right but you tomorrow.” She corrected herself. “It’s almost 3 am mister. You have a curfew.”

“But my teenage romance hangs in the balance. It’s in peril!” Peter whined.

“And it’s gonna hang until morning.” May patted his arm and led him towards his room.

“But May! Don’t you want me to get her back so we can fall in love and get married and have kids?” He tried to guilt her. “Don’t you want to be a grandmother? Don’t you care about Anthony and Mary?”

“Who are Anthony and Mary?” She asked in confusion.

“Your future grandkids who you apparently never want to meet.” Peter accused.

“Peter, I know you love her but the chances of you marrying this girl-“

“-are small but they’re still there.” He cut her off. “I can’t see myself loving someone else. When I look at her, I see the rest of my life. She’s the one for me, May. I know it.”

May looked at her nephew and realized he was in love for the first time. She sighed and loosened his tie to make him more comfortable.

“Then why did you yell at her?” She wondered. Peters face twisted in sadness and he looked down in shame.

“Because me stupid.” He mumbled and started to cry. May wasn’t sure she heard him correctly and raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Me stupid! Me love her but me drove her away.” Peter exclaimed with tears running down his face, only confusing May further.

“Why are you talking like that? Are you sure you’re drunk?” She cupped his face and looked in his eyes to see if he was intoxicated.

“Drunk In Love. That was also on her playlist. Right after Say So.” He burst into tears and rested his head on her shoulder. May wrapped her arms around him and patted his back softly.

“It’s gonna be okay, Peter.” She promised. “I don’t know what’s happening with her, but it’s going to be okay.”

“And if it’s not?” He sniffled.

“Don’t think about that tonight.” May said soothingly. “Just try and get some sleep.”

Peter did his best, but he could follow Mays orders. He tossed and turned all night, thinking of how he could make it up to you. He decided on bringing you daises to remind you of the roots of your relationship and go from there. He didn’t know what he’d say, but conversation always flowed naturally with you.

All he knew was he was going to make it right of it was the last thing he did.

~

“Hiya.” Peter smiled brightly with a bouquet of daises under his chin. You stared at him from inside your apartment, stone faced and unamused.

“Go away.” You ordered and went to close the door but Peter stuck his foot in the doorway before it could shut.

“Please, daisy. Don’t shut me out.” He pleaded and moved into the doorway so you couldn’t close it.

“Why? Why would I let you back in? Did you want to yell at me some more? I could’ve sworn you got it all out last night.” You folded your arms and Peter could hear the hurt in your voice. He looked at you sympathetically and held the daises out to you.

“Last night was the biggest mistake of my life.” He swore. “Bigger than the bowl cut, bigger than going after Toomes, bigger than giving EDITH away, and bigger than the other bowl cut.”

“I’m glad this is funny to you.” You snapped and tried to close the door away. Peter webbed your door to your wall and gave you an apologetic smile.

“It’s not. I’m just so painfully bad at this.” He tried to make you understand. “I know I made stupid, stupid mistakes but you have to understand that I’ve never done this before. Any of it. You’re the first girl to get mad at me, or show me attention or affection or ask about my mom. This was all so new to me. I didn’t know how to navigate it and I crashed.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, Peter.” You told him and turned to walk away. He followed you into your kitchen and grabbed your arm.

“Those weren’t excuses, that was just the lore.” Peter explained.

“The what?”

“The backstory.” He corrected. “What I’m trying to say is, I am so sorry. Flash-“

“Flash! Of course you bring up Flash.” You exclaimed. “Just like you did every time I held your hand, or kissed you, and basically tried to give you any sort of hint that I liked you. All you cared about was Flash.”

“Because I thought that’s what you cared about.” Peter protested. “Neither of us told the other that we liked them because we were scared the other thought it was fake, am I right?”

“I did like you.” You nodded. “But any feelings I had for you switched off after last night. All those things you said, do you know how much that hurt me? And you said them so easily, like you’d been waiting all your life to tear me apart. How could you do that, Peter? Why would you do that?”

Peter stared at you for a moment, cracking a small smile once you admitted that you liked him. It felt completely different now that he had heard it from your lips. He remembered what you were talking about and got serious again.

“You got into Harvard.” He said and your face faltered. “You got into Harvard and you were gonna turn it down to stay with me.“

“Who told you that?” You demanded.

“That Indian guy in our grade who was named after the sound a camera makes.” Peter didn’t say Flash’s name after your outburst, so he went around it.

“A camera doesn’t make a ‘flash’ sound, it has a flash.” You grumbled in annoyance.

“Is now the time?” Peter expressed. You looked at him angrily but ultimately knew he was right.

“You were saying?” You rolled your eyes.

“He heard you telling MJ you were turning down Harvard for me.” Peter recounted what he had been told.

“He doesn’t know what he heard.” You mumbled and averted your eyes to the squidward painting.

“Why would you do that?” He wondered. “That’s your dream school. It’s your chance at started over and being who you want to be. The you I’ve had the pleasure of getting to know.”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged and refused to meet his eyes.

“Was it real?” Peter asked through a pained voice. “Last night, I mean. Did you mean what you said?” Peter spoke softly as took your chin between his fingers so you would look at him.

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” You pushed him away. “I love you! And if you don’t want to do this for real then you need to walk away because I never will.”

“Of course I want to do this for real. I just had no idea you felt the same way. Why didn’t you say so?” He asked and you glared at him. He realized what he had said and grimaced. “I hate to say it, but that’s song really applies to our current situation.”

“I’m not doing this anymore.” You laughed humorlessly and held up your hands. “I’m surrounded by fake smiles, fake people and a fake relationship. I need something real.”

“This is real. I just - I never would’ve imagined, beyond my wildest dreams, that you would feel the same.” Peter took your hands and looked you in the eyes. “I don’t deserve you. And not because you’re popular or anything, but because you deserve so much more than I can give you.”

“I don’t care about what you can and can’t give me. I never have.” You said softly.

“I know that. And I love you for it.”

“No you don’t. You love the fantasy you created in your head about me.” You shot back.

“That was only true at first.” Peter spoke up. “But every new thing I learned about you since we started this whole thing has made me love you. The real you. You are so much better than any fantasy my mind could create.”

“You don’t know me.” You shook your head sadly.

“Yes I do.” He defended. “I know you’re artistic and creative and kind. I know you like the pink and blue gogurt because of the colors and you wanted to dye your hair to match it. I know you can’t read your favorite book anymore because the ending makes you sad. And I know you’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. This is real for me. This is the realest thing I have.”

Peter could see you fighting back tears as you kept your eyes on the ground. He took a step closer and took your face between his hands.

“I would pick you.” He said gently. “In a room full of beautiful flowers in full bloom, I would pick you. Every single time.”

You met Peters eyes and let out a shaky breath. He had told you something you always wanted to hear and you couldn’t stay mad.

“I’d pick you too.” You stated through a tearful smile.

“I know that now. But I can’t let you pick me over Harvard.” Peter whispered. “That’s why I went all White Fang on you last night and said those mean things. I didn’t want you to miss out on this opportunity because of me. I needed to chase you away so you’d run in the right direction.”

“But what if there’s no one like you there?” You asked fearfully. “What if I have to go back to pretending?”

“You’re going to go to Harvard and I’m gonna swing to Cambridge every weekend to see you. And the people at Harvard are going to love you just as much as I do. You know why?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Because they’re smart?” You assumed.

“Because they’re sma-“ He cut himself off when he realized you already said it. “I see you got ahead of me.”

“I am number one in the grade.” You tossed some hair behind your shoulder.

“Can we please not talk about grade point averages when I’m trying to confess my undying love for you?” He pleaded playfully.

“Okay, second in the class.” You mocked.

“You know Flash is third?” Peter tested to see of you would get off topic again.

“Deadass?” Your eyes widened.

Peter immediately pulled you into a kiss, mostly to shut you up, but also because he had finally fixed things. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged on the curls on the back of his head to pull him closer. Peter smiled against your lips and in that moment, he wasn’t kissing his 4 year long crush.

He was just kissing you, the girl he loved.

You pulled away and let out a happy sigh as you rested your forehead against his.

“I think I prefer kissing you when you’re sunny side up.” Peter mumbled and stole another kiss.

“You mean right side up?” You tilted your head.

“At least I can’t see up your nose this time.” He teased and your jaw dropped.

“Hey-“ Peter cut you off with another kiss, lifting you off the ground this time as he kept firm arms around your waist.

“Can we please start again and do this for real now?” He asked you hopefully once he set you down.

“I want to.” You told him honestly.

“Then there’s only one thing left to say.” Peter said and you looked at him curiously. “Me love you.”

“What?”

“Me love you.” He repeated and you caught on.

“Don’t do this to me.” You tried to walk away but he shot a web at your waist and pulled you back.

“Girl look so pretty last night.” Peter held you in place. “Girl plan dance good.”

“I’m not playing along.” You stated. “Is this really how you want to start our relationship?”

“Boy sorry he yell.” Peter pouted and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“Boy is gonna be sorry.” You insisted through a smile.

“But boy love girl.” Peter smirked as he pulled you into his arms and held you there tightly against his heartbeat. “This is the part where you say it back.”

“Me hate you, actually.” You looked up at him and he looked offended. “But fine, me love you.”

“I love you so much, daisy.” He rested his chin on your head and appreciated what it felt like to just hold you. “We’re gonna do it right this time. This is where we start again.”

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Blood Hungry: Part Four

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill, fluff and angst

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated.

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“His name's Eddy Mays and he’s twenty-one-years-old,” Sheriff Halls says.

Eddy is sitting inside the cell looking dazed and wild. All you can feel is the insanity coming off of him and see the angry red energy pouring out of every pore. He’s not well, but you think you can get through to him if you really try. This kind of person needs to be handled with delicacy, and you’re the only one who can do that.

“Wait, Mays?” you ask.

“Do you know him?” Hotch asks.

“Yeah. I just can't believe a boy like Eddy would do something like this. He was the nicest kid you ever saw.”

“He's mentally ill, sheriff. A boy like Eddy could truly use an insanity plea in a court of law,” Spencer says.

“You know, the ironic thing about psychotic illness is generally they're less violent than the rest of the population. But by the nature of psychotic delusions, when they do get violent…” you trail off.

“We're never gonna get anywhere with him. Not like this. Look at the guy. You can't read him is rights. You can't even process him,” Derek points out.

“I better call his mother. It's a damn shame. His daddy died just a couple years ago. This is gonna fall awful hard on her,” Sheriff Halls sighs.

“What's the family like?” Hotch asks.

“His dad was a doctor and Mary Gwathmey Mays comes from one of the oldest families in Tennessee.”

“I'd like to meet her.”

“We already have,” you say and look at Elle who just nods.

“Good get her,” Hotch says and leaves the group.

“I can probably get through to him. He needs to be handed with care, and I’m the only one who can connect to his insanity,” you whisper to Derek.

“Tell Hotch that,” he whispers back.

You push yourself off the walls of the cell and head over to Hotch who situates himself in front of a computer that has a webcam. He’s going to call Penelope to see what kind of dirt she could dig up on Eddy and his family.

“Hey, Hotch, I think you should let me talk to this guy. I’m the only one who can see what’s going on inside his mind. I might be able to relate to him more.”

“Fine, you’re the lead with this one,” he nods and clicks on the invitation for the video chat sent by Penelope.

“Hey, Garcia. Talk to me,” Hotch says once her face pops up.

“So, I got a hold of Eddy's roommate in college who describes Eddy as having an overprotective mom,” she begins.

“How overprotective?” you wonder.

“She called him, like, three times a day. And get this, one time she went up to Boston to break him up with a girlfriend she didn't like.”

“Wow,” you and Hotch scoff.

“Yeah. It seems like Eddy's entire college experience was some sort of post-adolescent rebellion. He partied like an eighties clubber. He suffered a delusional break due to methamphetamine and rock cocaine consumption.”

“Wow, that is partying like an eighties clubber,” Hotch grins.

“That basically describes my older sister’s life to the T,” you shudder at the memory.

“Right. So then, uh, he was admitted to a mental health facility in Boston. He checked himself out a week ago and then found his way home.”

“What was his major?” you ask.

“Comparative religion.”

“Appropriate,” you comment.

“Thanks. Um, how is it having Gideon around?”

“Uh, you can have him back whenever you'd like,” she says.

She tries to hide her annoyance, but you know it’s there. Hotch only laughs and says his goodbyes before ending the video chat.

“If we’re going to get anything out of him, he’ll need to be medicated. I can tell you right now I won’t be able to get anything in his state of mind. His energy is spiking everywhere.”

“Then call a doctor. Get him sedated.”

“Yes, sir,” you nod and head off to call a doctor.

While you did that, JJ and Hotch talked with Eddy’s mother to see if they can get anything out of her before it’s time to talk with her son. You didn’t go with them because you wanted to observe Eddy for a while to get a feel of how you’re going to approach him. It’s weird to say, but the crazier they are, the more you connect with them. Not everyone can see it, but the crazy ones leave themselves wide open for people like you to come in and read them like an open book. The more lucid a person is, the more they have control over their conscious mind. They are able to control how closed off they seem to other people. “Crazy” people don’t get that choice, so it’s an open invitation to people like you.

In all your years of doing this, you have never met another person who could do the things you can do. Maybe… no, you can’t think about her in a time like this. In fact, you’ve locked everything that has to do with her inside a steel room. You refuse to think about her.

Mary Mays needs to stay at the station while you talk with her son, so she’s waiting in one of the comfortable waiting rooms. The doctor just gave Eddy everything he needs in order to answer some questions even though that’s not why she gave him the medicine in the first place.

She exits the holding cells and walks over to you and Hotch who are waiting for her.

“I've administered the haloperidol to Mr. Mays.”

“How long until it takes effect?” Hotch asks.

“It's coming on now with the full effect in about fifteen minutes or so. You have to realize that while the drug will make him appear to be asymptomatic it will not necessarily remove his delusional state.”

“Will it make him more lucid?” you wonder.

“Possibly. But let me make this clear. I gave him the shot because he needed to be medicated, not so you could agitate him by putting him through an interrogation. That boy needs to be hospitalized.”

“Well, a jury might agree with you, but right now he needs to answer some questions 'cause there's a little boy we need to find. Thank you,” Hotch nods and heads into the holding cells.

You, Hotch, and Spencer approach Eddy, and your boss gives you the okay to begin questioning him. Both agents will be lingering in the background just in case help is needed, but this one is all on you. Eddy is sitting in the corner with his knees to his chest and his fingernails in his mouth. The medicine did help, but not by much. You carefully take a seat on the bed and stare at the man who couldn’t look at you.

“Hi, Eddy,” you say gently. “Do you know where you are?”

He shakes his head and stares at the ceiling, but he answers correctly.

“Jail.”

“That's right. Do you know why?”

“I was very bad. Before, I was very bad. But I'm... I'm much better now, much... much better,” he stutters.

“Eddy, do you remember hurting anyone?” you ask, and all he could do is stare at you. You don’t know why it was at this question that he can look at you, but you know he won’t answer it. You decide to go in a different direction. “Where did you go to college, Eddy?”

“Mm, Boston,” he smiles.

“Did you like Boston?”

“Mm-mmm. No. I don't know,” he stutters and bites his nails some more.

“What was your favorite thing about Boston, Eddy?”

“Harvard time square, I had cappuccino,” he smiles at the memory.

You nod and look at Spencer, and he hands you the picture of Wally. You take it and show Eddy the picture of the happy young boy whose life depends solely on you.

“Eddy, do you remember Wally? Wally Brisbane?”

“I know the Brisbanes,” he lights up as if you gave him a present on Christmas morning.

“You took this little boy. I believe you don’t want to hurt him, but you have him somewhere.”

“No. No. I did not,” he begins to point angrily at the picture and scrunches up his face angrily, “I did not do that.”

“Eddy, I know you’re uncomfortable, okay? I wish I didn’t have to do this, but a little boy’s life depends on this. Look at your hands, Eddy. They’re cut up and you have bruises on your arms. Do you know why that is?”

“Yeah,” he whimpers painfully after looking at them.

“You killed three people, Eddy,” you sigh.

“You killed three people, Eddy,” he repeats while making eye contact with you. “You killed three people, Eddy.”

You need to get on with this because it’s going nowhere. You look at Spencer again and he hands Eddy pictures of the crime scene for each victim. Pictures you know will upset him, but it’s necessary.

“Paul Thompson. Annie Stuart. Lynette Giles,” Spencer says each of their names as he shows Eddy them.

With every picture Eddy sees, he grows more and more agitated. He clearly hates what he’s done, but it’s like his mind doesn’t want him to know he’s the one who did it. However, the sane part of him is trying to break through to tell him he’s in a lot of trouble. There are two sides fighting inside his mind, and it’s clear he doesn’t know which side to listen to.

“No! No! Stop it!” he yells at himself.

“I tried, but we're not going to get anything out of him. It’s up to his mother to help us find Wally,” you sigh and get up.

You and the other two agents leave the holding cell while Eddy yells at himself. It’s almost as if he has two personalities and both of them are coming out to respond to the other. All of this is taking place in his mind, and you kind of feel sorry for him. He wasn’t always like this, and you have a feeling his mother had something to do with it.

“We need him to tell us where that boy is,” Sheriff Hall insists when you and the two men exit the holding cell.

“Sheriff, we're not gonna get anything out of him until he gets this latest episode under control,” you shrug.

“Agent Y/L/N, it's getting cold and dark. If that Brisbane boy is anywhere outside, he won't stand a chance in hell.”

“I understand that, Sheriff, but putting too much strain on his mind will cause him to have a complete breakdown. I’m telling you right now, we will not get anything out of him because he believes he’s done nothing wrong in the first place. There are two battles going on inside his mind. The rational side and the insane one. The insane is clearly winning. His rational side came out when we showed him pictures of the victims, but it’s too small to overpower the other side.”

“How do you know this?”

Before you can answer him, Deputy Long screams at everyone to come back to Eddy. Her screams are so loud that everyone in the station hears, including his own mother. Everyone heads over to see what’s wrong because something clearly is. You waste no time rushing over to her. Eddy is trying to hang himself by the small barred widow above the toilet with the sheets that were on the bed.

His mother completely freaks out and tries to go to him, but Elle holds her back. You, Hotch, and Sheriff Hall rush inside the cell and try to help Eddy down. He’s choking and trying so hard to end his own life, but you’re going to make sure that doesn’t happen. He’s lucid enough to want to end his own life, and you know the rational side of his mind drove him to it.

Like you said, you feel so bad for him.

When you met Mary Mays, you know she was kind of sketchy to begin with, and apparently, the rest of the team thinks so as well. Hotch gave you the rundown of his interview with her earlier, and apparently, she lied to him before. She didn't even mention that her son was in a mental hospital in the first place, and when you called the hospital, they claimed that he called her to pick him up but she never came. Why would she lie about that? She’s definitely hiding something; you can feel her deceit radiating from her body.

“Why weren't you straight with us, Mrs. Mays?” Hotch asks in the safety of the waiting room.

“Straight with you?”

“You never told us your son was in a mental hospital.”

“I spoke with a doctor at a facility in Boston. He said Eddy was released a week ago and that he called you to pick him up, but that you never came,” you say.

“You asked me if I knew if he'd come home, and I didn't. I... I thought he was in Boston,” she lies again.

“There was also blood on the floor of your utility room. Do you have any explanation for that?” you cross your arms.

When Derek and Elle went to check out her house, they found blood underneath her fridge that she happened to forget to clean up. Plus, the place smelled like bleach. Weird, huh?

“Well, sometimes I cut my legs when I prune the roses.”

“You prune your roses in winter?” you ask as you take a step to her.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” she becomes hostile and stands up to get in your face. “When do you prune yours?”

“Mrs. Mays, I understand that you may want to do everything you can to protect your son, but that little boy may be dying right now,” Hotch intervenes as Spencer lightly pulls you away from her.

“I would like to help you, I really would. But right now, I've got to see about my son.”

“I think it's better if you stay here,” Spencer suggests.

Every agent leaves the room to let her cool off her own head, and you shrug yourself out of his grip. Eddy was taken to a hospital immediately when the Sheriff knew he wouldn't be of any help now that he tried to kill himself.

“She's definitely lying. I don't know exactly what she's lying about, but she's lying,” Hotch determines and looks at you.

“Don’t look at me. Her mind is so closed off, I can’t get a read on her. Whatever she’s hiding, she really doesn’t want anyone to find out.”

“You don't think she'd let that boy die to save her son, do you?” JJ asks.

“I don't know.”

“She drives a Cadillac, right?” you ask, suddenly getting an idea.

“Yeah, why?” Elle wonders.

“They got a GPS system in them.”

“So…?”

“So, let’s see where she’s been. Let me tell you, technology doesn’t lie,” you chuckle and head outside to her car.

Derek, Hotch, and Elle follow you to her car, and after Hotch demanded to see her keys. She thinks you’re searching her car when really, you’re going to figure out where Wally is. You unlock the driver’s door and slide inside, and Derek slides into the passenger seat while Elle and Hotch linger by the window. After you turn the car on, you look up her search history on her GPS.

“This thing has got every stop she's made and how long she spent there,” you scoff.

“You know, these things could cause more divorces than internet porn,” Derek jokes until he sees something very interesting. “Hey, look at that. That's interesting.”

“Apparently, she stopped at the same place on route three like six times. Wally’s there. I can feel it,” you nod.

“Then let's get Mary and take her to that spot. We can tell her that we're going to visit Eddy in the hospital.”

“I’m going. You’re going to want me to come,” you declare.

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v e l o c i t y - chapter i

The one where John’s your true mate, but he doesn’t want you to be his.

In a universe where fate grants you a new mate whenever you lose yours, John has lived quite comfortably for many years with the knowledge that he was alone after Mary. That all comes crumbling down the second that he meets you. How could the universe choose someone so young to be his omega?

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Y/N’s P.O.V.

I could see Bobby moving around from the corner of my eyes, but I felt too tired to even just stop focusing on the bottle of beer I was holding between my hands. People were all around us - actually, exclusively men, but I didn’t really know them and didn’t really care to introduce myself.

A feeling of loneliness had covered me, like a blanket I wasn’t too sure I would be able to push aside. Because the truth was, I was alone. Now that my dad was gone, I had no one to really count on.

Just then, I felt someone squeezing my shoulder and I forced myself to smile, because I knew I was being unfair. I knew Bobby would never leave me alone, not when he was my godfather and had always cared so deeply for me. But that didn’t make any of this any less hard.

Breathing deeply, I forced myself to get up from the couch and stretch my muscles before deciding to escape through the back door just so I could get a bit of fresh air out on the porch. Too many alphas in a single house and any unmated omega like myself would start to get crazy, even when we didn’t necessarily have any reason to feel threatened. So I stood there for a bit, looking out into the plain field, just pondering about what the future would hold for me until I heard a commotion coming from inside. 

Curious, I walked back into the living room just in time to see three men being warmly welcomed by the hunter community that had gathered in Bobby’s house tonight. I vaguely recognized the one who seemed to be the oldest, but his back was turned to me and so I could only really take notice of a well-used black jacket, until a strong whiff of men’s cologne took over me and I felt like I was about to faint. What the hell was going on? My insides were hurting and I thought I was going to melt, so I held myself in a tight embrace in the hopes of keeping myself together when Bobby noticed me and while he tried to move me closer to the newcomers, probably intending to introduce me to them, the smell grew stronger and stronger until I was quite literally salivating to the arome.

Bobby extended his arm to get the familiar man’s attention and I immediately stretched mine to wrap around his wrist, in need of support. “Bobby, I don’t feel so well.” I knew his head whipped to look at me but at the same time, the man turned around and the last thing I remember before fainting was looking at eyes the color of honey.

It was already morning when I came to be. The sunlight softly penetrated the thin curtains on Bobby’s guest bedroom I was already familiar with and by the sight of it, I had been quite unceremoniously dropped over the still made bed, still wearing the same clothes from last night. That much was expected, not only since there wasn’t a single female in the house and I highly doubted Bobby would have let anyone see me naked, but also since yesterday's reunion had a purpose. The hunters gathered in my godfather’s house had a strict timeline to follow, if they wanted to get rid of the vampires that had murdered my father.

So I didn’t think much about it, opting to get in the shower and wash away the sadness and confusion over yesterday’s events. I still wasn’t sure about what had happened - I certainly hadn’t ever fainted before -, but I supposed the heaviness of what I was going through had caught up to me. I hadn’t really been feeding myself properly either, I suddenly remembered. Yeah. That must have been it.

So I put on a yellow sundress that was my mother’s in the hopes that its color would cheer me up and prepared myself to get some breakfast, because by now I felt like my insides were clawing at me, begging me to get something to fill the hole inside of me. As soon as I closed the door to the room I was sleeping in, that smell hit me again. The same one that had threatened to suffocate me last night. What the fuck was going on? How did this perfume open up my already animalistic appetite?

By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, I was certain I was wearing a scowl on my face, something I had never once before sported.

“Sweetheart…” Turning to my right, I found Bobby staring at me with a deep frown.

John’s P.O.V.

I watched Bobby try to get a hold of her from afar, and a small part of me felt smug about the fact that he feared what I would do if he touched what was mine. Then I remembered I didn’t care about this girl and made sure the best scowl I had was plastered on my face for when she looked at me.

It didn’t help that she smelled so… yummy. I wanted to eat her up whole. Still, I knew I couldn’t. Shouldn’t. Didn’t really want to - I forced myself to remember.

Fuck.

It had been too long since I’d had to deal with a mate and I forgot how strong the urge to bond can be. It didn’t help that this time I had two kids older than my omega trying not to laugh at me from behind their mugs.

“Stop that.” I slapped the back of Dean’s head, effectively making him spill a bit of coffee over his shirt, which in turn made me grin. Now we’re talking.

When my attention focused back on the girl and Bobby, they were a bit closer to each other, only on the other side of the living room, and they were talking in low voices. Suddenly, her eyes met mine and I felt it rise in me again, the need to pounce over there and dominate her.

But then she focused back on Bobby and I was left confused.

He was obviously explaining to her what had happened and that we were mates, so why didn’t she seem bothered by it? In fact, she looked as far from it as possible. If her expression was anything to go by, she was… bored?

Before long, they approached us again, and I was expecting her to throw herself at me or at least to acknowledge me as her mate in any way. That’s what I was prepared for. I knew what I was going to say to let her down as gently as possible. But what actually happened is that she went around the table and directly into the kitchen, turning on the stove.

“How about eggs and bacon for breakfast? Does anyone want some?” I swear I could hear fucking crickets singing outside, despite the fact that it was early morning. Was she really going to completely ignore me? “Hello? Eggs, bacon, answer me or you won’t be fed.” My boys jumped to action at the threat and I tried to make sense of what was happening while forcing myself to ignore just how cute she looked with her head tilted and a hand on her hip.

She cooked in silence then, not even granting me a look. I was beyond surprised by now. What the hell was I supposed to do about this?

As the plate of breakfast was laid in front of us, she took her seat next to Bobby, which just so happened to be to my left, but even then, she didn’t even glance at me, opting to munch on her food quietly. I took notice of the fact that she had a healthy appetite, instead of being one of those girls who tried to diet for the sake of impressing men, but my mind was still all over the place. 

“Aren’t you going to say anything to me?” The minute the words escaped my mouth, whatever conversation my boys had been trying to maintain with Bobby immediately died down. Still, she didn’t look at me. The little girl had the nerve to seem unfazed by my presence and my question, even my irritation. She didn’t even raise her eyes to meet mine when she responded.

“Why should I?” The question caught me off guard, and the silence that followed revealed it to her. When no one intervened to break the ice, she chanced a glance up, her beautiful bright eyes meeting mine, and she sighed, at last dropping her cutlery before straightening up to talk to me. 

“I’m sorry if that came off rude, but the truth is… It’s very clear that you have absolutely no interest on me as an Alpha, and since it is your responsibility to take care of me, even if it was to let me down gently, I don’t see why I’m the one who has to take your feelings into consideration and pay you the attention you didn’t grant me.” 

God fucking damnit. She was already the most interesting woman I’d met in a very long time, and when I say a very long time, I mean way before she was born, when my wife - my first true mate - was still alive.

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John looked at a loss for words, and I took that as an indication that I could continue my meal without further idiotic demands. “Would you pass me the coffee, please?” I asked, pointing in the direction of the thermos, my eyes focused on my eggs. Dean reached out and poured some in my mug, which granted him a grateful smile.

“It’s huh… It’s very good coffee. Bobby tells me you’re the one who taught him how to make it like this.” That made me chuckle, and I chanced an amused glance to my godfather.

“Strong, you mean? Yeah, it’s the only way I know how to drink it.” Another uncomfortable silence. My absolute most hated thing. I quickly swallowed whatever food was left in my plate before pushing my chair away from the counter. “I have some stuff to do in the backyard… Leave the plates in the sink and I’ll clean them up when I get back. It was nice meeting you.” I nodded in their direction, stopping only to give a quick kiss on Bobby’s forehead, and left without another word or glance. 

I was only able to breathe again when the back door was closed behind me and I was already a few good feet from the house. Fuck. Suddenly, I felt the urge to cry, and I knew that despite the distress I had been put under the last few days, it wasn’t only the death of my father or the refusal from my mate that was making me sad. It was those stupid omega hormones, trying to force me to go back there and beg for a forgiveness I didn’t really want. 

Stupid fucking nature. I was stronger than that. I had to be. Even I had enough pride to stop me from throwing myself at the feet of someone who doesn’t want me. 

I tried to distract myself from whatever the hell could be going on inside the house while taking care of the few things I could do outside of it. Granted, there wasn’t much. But anything was better than being stuck in that place, having to smell that mixture of gunpowder, scotch and cinnamon that made my head twirl. Fucking John Winchester and that delicious musk of his. I didn’t fucking need him.

It was with that thought that I popped open the hood of one of the cars Bobby and I had been working on, trying to focus on something other than my stupid body and its stupid wishes. After a few minutes of actually forcing myself to do so, I was finally able to zone out of my real-life drama and get lost in the world of carburetors and grease.

“Have you figured out what’s the problem with the engine?” The familiar voice brought a smile to my face, despite all of my current circumstances, and I found myself whipping around to stare at the boy towering over me. 

“Jess!” The young beta smiled at me, always as excited to see me as I was. He’d been living near Bobby for years now, and I’d watched him grow up throughout my visits to my godfather. Now, despite being a year younger than me, he stood five inches taller, towering over my figure whenever he stood near.

“Hey there! Visitors?” He nodded towards the Impala, and I gave him a tight-lipped smile. 

“Something like that. Bobby had some… friends over last night, and those are the only ones left. They’re supposed to be leaving soon enough, though.” I returned my attention to the car’s motor but the lack of sound from my usually chipper companion made me raise my gaze up to him once more. “What?” I inquired, inadvertently already smiling as I waited for his question.

“Do you hate them or what?” Chuckling, I crouched to search for one of my tools before going back to work on the engine.

“Why the question?” I didn’t really mind answering it, I was always just curious about how Jess’ mind worked. I wanted to know if I had any major tells. As someone who had seen me practically every day for the last month, could he see that I’d met my mate? Had that encounter changed me somehow?

“You don’t seem very happy to talk about them. And you’re usually excited about everything and everyone.” The idea he had of me made me snort. I tended to be someone who saw the brighter side of life, that was true, but after my father’s death, I didn’t really think I’d been able to keep up that appearance. Guess I was wrong.

“I suppose you’re right.” That’s all I said, sending a quick smile his way before returning to the task at hand. Jess helped, giving me the tools I needed when I asked for them, and I absentmindedly listened to him babble about his last year of highschool as I kept my focus on my manual work.

It was one of the reasons why I liked to help Bobby so much. When I was fixing a car, even if it was just a simple job, my mind was occupied with something else entirely. It was like my own form of meditation, only a bit dirtier.

I was almost able to forget about John Winchester and his stupid scent. Almost. If it weren’t for the periodical cramps that I tried to ignore in order not to alert my company - I definitely didn’t want to talk about it with Jess - I supposed I would have been able to forget about the Winchester men before they disappeared from my life forever.

That was, of course, until they left the house and gathered in the Impala, catching the attention of my very hyper friend. “Oh, wow. Those are Bobby’s friends? I can smell them even from here.

A very unattractive snort escaped me, and it caught Jess’ attention. “Tell me about it.”

“Oh, did they try to disturb you?” I had to smile to myself at how cute he sounded, so defensive for me. 

“Not really. I’m just glad that they’re gone.” And with one last look over my shoulder, just in time to watch John back up the Impala and leave, I added, “I hope I’ll never have to see them again.”

Chapter ii ➡