#really going through the roller coaster of it’s so over & we’re so back

[buddiebitch]

in the midst of all this terrible news ryan murphy saw fit to grace us with a tiny sliver of shimmering light

thank you ryan murphy for feeding us this week

[cas---2y5]

i have decided to continue my digital drawing of Gabriel despite the Fear™

[wandixx]

Danny, the Young Justice member snippet nr 3 GIW made a lot of mistakes and the biggest one was going against Young Justice part 1

As you can see by the title (I need better ideas, you're all welcome to share yours), this is kinda part of "Danny, the Youg Justice member" but as something I have more of actual idea about. So while I encourage people adding their stuff to other snippets, please let this one be. I will be adding to it. It's even partially written :D

unrelated snippet nr 1, unrelated snippet nr 2

"Hey guys" Danny greeted clearly winded, phasing through the wall. Whole Team turned towards him, some giving him a side eye “Sorry I’m late” 

“You’re good, my dude” Wally answered, patting him on the back as soon as halfa landed, turning into his human form. They gave him a moment to catch his breath(just how fast he tried to fly there?) before grabbing their bags. Dick jumped and threw himself over the speedster's and halfa’s shoulders.

“Happy Harbour, we’re coming!” he yelled.

He fixed his grip when he caught Danny’s quick wince under the pressure as they left the headquarters. Judging by look on his face, Kaldur caught it too.

“So what’s on the agenda?”

“There is an amusement park in city, so we’re going to enjoy our free time there” M’gann explained with excited smile “I can’t wait to see it, I heard it’s fun”

Artemis nodded with a grin.

“I bet I can win more plushies than all of you. No powers,” she demanded after a moment, slamming her hand n a random tree for better dramatic effect.

“Stakes?” he asked, competitive like always. While blonde shared her idea of ‘no locker room duties for a month’, Danny explained all the questions M’gann asked about what even bet was and what stakes meant. Dick was sure she knew the answers to all of them but he didn’t say anything. He was trained well enough to catch Conner listening intently, despite his clear effort to hide it.

It turned into a whole Team competition.

It was going to be an aster.

***

M’gann was having a blast. Everyone already had two to four plushies, stomach full of unhealthy food and manageable nausea from the roller coaster. Wally and Danny were throwing popcorn to each other's mouths, Robin challenged Conner and Artemis to the next game. It really was fun just like she was told!

It was much less fun when literal blast shot a few feets away from them. Ground where it hit was burned. Halfa squealed, projecting a strong wave of distress. Without second thought he threw his hood on and changed his posture, frantically looking for a hiding spot.

Few children started crying, their families scrambling to get away before attackers started shooting again and hurt them. Workers, already used to working in less than ideal circumstances, quickly, but without panic warranted by recognised villains or outright invasion, shut down reinforced blinds and probably walked out to inform someone. At least they didn’t have to worry about potential civilian casualties. 

“Do you know who they are?” M’gann asked, quickly establishing the Mindlink.

“Don’t worry about it” he answered, putting on crazy big sunglasses that Wally won some time before.

“My dude, we just got shot at. We have every right to worry”

“Calm down, Wally. I got shot at, you’re just close by. I’ll handle it” With a ruffle of his hair and a piece of popcorn thrown in his mouth,he turned around, just moment after the next blast almost caught his arm. He plastered a smile on his face.

“Hey, I’ve seen guns like these in laser tag! But I’ve never found them cheap enough to get without selling my kidney!” he yelled enthusiastically.

When the rest of them turned around, M’gann saw ten people in sunglasses and pristine white, holding guns straight from the mad scientist’s lab. THey stood still, projecting surprise bordering on shock. She could also feel hunter's happiness underneath it, intense enough that she considered breaking the ‘don’t mess with people’s brains’ rule. As a treat.

“Don’t worry guys, they won’t harm you. Act like you  don’t believe you’re in danger. Like they're a bunch of LARPers or something” It was easier said than done, especially when Danny, who nearly always underestimated the danger, was so terrified. 

“Who are they?!”

“Wally throw me a bit of popcorn, please” Halfa asked, ignoring Artemis almost yelling in their minds. In turn, he was ignored by the speedster. Three of the men turned to check something on weird sort of scanner. Danny's false smile went from cheerful to embarrassed. 

“Dang me and my poor communication skills” he said, loud enough for men to hear but not enough to sound like he was talking to them, before asking louder “I meant to ask, where have you brought it and how much does it cost?”

This seemed to actually shake men out of their shock. They got furious.

“You won't trick us this time, ghost scum” one of the guys with a scanner snarled. Danny pursed his lips in childish gesture of displeasure.

“Rude much” he muttered as if he wasn’t shining with terror like a lighthouse. Robin perked up as if something got him curious.

“Wait, ghost? What do–”

“What are you cosplaying?” Artemis blurted out. Men got visibly angry but Danny smirked.

“Don't antagonize them,” Kaldur commended. 

“If shit goes south I'll get you out of there, half a second flat” Wally offered.

“Thanks dude. Good job Artemis, they hate to be treated like a joke they are” halfa praised but out loud asking:

“Ghostbusters? No, they had different uniforms. But who else got a thing for ghosts?”

“Quit joking around, we caught you Phantom! You ran far from Amity Park but-”

“Who is Phantom?” Robin interrupted rudely (they deserved to be rude to them).

“Where is Amity Park, Utah? Cali?”  Conner asked, adding fuel to the fire of chaos with barely contained glee. He liked messing with anyone even slightly resembling Kadmus staff and these guys marked almost all of the boxes.

“Illinois” provided chubby man who looked and felt like he didn't want to be there almost as much as they teens did. Danny relaxed slightly.

“Agent W you have no clearance to share this information“

“You were in Illinois and didn't tell me, Tommy?” M’gann finally spoke, jokingly punching his arm.

“I wasn't, I swear! I've never set a foot outside of this state in my life!”

“Quit messing around, you freak!!!” the guy, with the biggest ego and probably the leader, screamed.

“Can I please mess their heads up?”  M’gann asked, pushing hope through Mindlink as hard as she could.

“Again, rude. What did I even do to deserve that?”

“Like you–”

“Operative K, I think they really don't know anything “ Agent W, the nicest out of the batch, interrupted “Maybe it left some ectoplasm on this boy to throw us off?”

“They called you it, Danny” Conner seethed, looking like only Kaldur’s hand on his shoulder was stopping him from punching all of them straight to the sun. M’gann was already reaching for their minds.

“We need to run a scan to be sure. Come here boy”

“Now, who are you?!” Robin got defensive, sliding to shield Danny from asiliants. Conner and Artemis joined him, so clearly furious that M’gann almost retreated from Mindlink. She wasn’t any calmer, it just felt overwhelming to be backed up by five other people.

“It’s classified”

Kaldur took a photo with an obnoxiously loud sound effect. Wally appeared right behind Danny, ready to evacuate him. Artemis barely kept herself from tackling the nearest ‘agent’ to the ground.

“What are you doing, boy?” Operative K splurted, absolutely flabbergasted.

“Calling the police”

“Why?”

“Robin, throw some laws, please”

“Oh, that’s easy,” the boy jumped in gleefully “You assaulted our friend and refused to state why you would have credentials to do so or even who are you. You carry modified weaponry openly in public and I doubt you have a permit, carelessly use it  against minors, endangering innocent bystanders while we’re at it. You disturb public peace. I think that’s enough to get you arrested. Wait you know what, call ‘Supervillain emergency hotline’ instead, this is serious attack”

“Right ahead of you, already calling them”

It wasn’t that big of a problem even if someone tried to qualify this as spam. Young Justice Team was first to respond to all threats in Happy Harbour anyway.

Danny let out a low ‘uuuu’ with a smirk. Someone powered up a gun. Wally slightly raised halfa of the ground, ready to bolt.

“It’s okay young man,” the nice agent started, raising his hands in a placating gesture “We’re searching for a dangerous supernatural entity and may have overreacted. In our defense, Phantom is known to be tricky and we wouldn’t be surprised if it used human disguise to hide from us. Your friend gives off the same type of energy like what we use to track it so we assumed they’re the same. We’re sorry”

“Agent W you don’t have clearance to disclose that to-”

“Operative K, after the last few incidents we have to be more throughout before jumping to assumptions. Agent Gamma wouldn’t be pleased if your temper caused the next scandal,” Agent W look at them again, with a forced ‘warm’ smile “We’re really sorry for bothering you. We have reasons to believe Phantom is somewhere around but don’t worry about it, we will be on the lookout. If you see it, please contact us and we will take care of it” M’gann grabbed the ‘WANTED’ poster from man’s outstretched hand. She barely restrained herself from doing something irresponsible, like turning every man in white into a brainless vegetable.

“Later M'gann”

“But Robin…” she whined before sending a small laugh so they knew she wasn’t serious. She knew that Conner and Danny were anxious about this use of her powers.

Agent’s left and everyone relaxed. Wally put Danny back down and leaned back, jokingly rolling back his arms as if he got tired. Halfa stopped with a loud thump to sit on the ground. He was paler than usual.

Artemis shouted, alarmed.

“That was way too close” he started, aiming for a cheerful tone but missing by a mile “I’m fine, just need a moment to cool down. Sorry for that, guys. I thought I lost them over Ohio”

“That’s fine, personally I don’t care, we knew better than to expect a whole day without something going wrong, but who were they?” Wally asked, already back to eating popcorn.

Danny sighed, so deeply M’gann felt it in her bones even though she didn’t try to read him.

“I think this is the talk we should have in the Mountain”

[darnell-la]

how about dark!logan and ex-girlfriend human reader. They broke up bcs she thought he was cheating on her, but turns out it was just misunderstanding and now dark!logan gets jealous that she already moved on from her

note: this story was an emotional roller coaster, but that’s how we like it. we love a bit of chaos and overreaction.

in this story, Logan is pretty emotional whether that’s him being sad at first or turning into a wild animal once he gets y/n back. of course, his jealousy is mentioned when he FUCKS y/n. he HATED how close she was to a man while he was being ignored.

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“We’re done, Logan, and that’s that,” Y/n said before she walked away from the man. “Y/n! — Hey!” The man stalked after her, confused about where this attitude came from.

“You’re not going to just break up with me, and walk away without an explanation!” The man said as he sped in front of her to stop her in her tracks.

“You get no explanation, just like I didn’t. I’ve been confused, hurt, upset, and left for months! You can deal with it for the rest of your life,”

That was the last time y/n had talked to Logan. The young woman packed her stuff at night so she wouldn’t cause a scene, and left.

Y/n feels off about being here again. It’s been a year, and she hasn’t quite talked to anyone since then. Of course, Charles would speak to her through her thoughts, but at times, she shut him out.

Hank, Storm, and Jean try to invite her to parties or get-togethers, thinking she’d maybe come one day, but she never does. She was in a whole new state in those times.

Scott on the other hand messaged her every day he could. Apart from her thoughts he only wanted to get close to her, to get at Logan from past jealousy, but in actuality, he genuinely liked her company.

The man texted her every day, even called and somehow, she’d answer him. Scott felt special that out of everyone, she’d answer him.

Logan was the only one in the group that had no contact with y/n. She had blocked the man anytime a new number or social media account popped up. He was desperate, and she hated it. She hated him.

“Charles said you were coming. Didn’t believe it until now,” Scott said as he walked out of the mansion, instantly picking y/n up into a hug. “Did you get stronger?” Y/n laughed after the man placed her down. “You can say that,”

“Y/n!?” Storm shouted before her, Hank and Jean ran over to her, giving her a group hug. For a second, she felt bad for leaving them all behind, but after Logan, she had to go somewhere. She couldn’t stay around anymore.

“How long are you staying?” Hank asked as he grabbed her bags, as well as Scott's. “Maybe a night or two,” she replied making them all sigh. “Seriously!? You can’t leave us like that. Not again,” Jean spoke.

Y/n didn’t hate Jean, but when she looked at the woman, she felt pain. It wasn’t her fault that Logan couldn’t put aside his feelings.

“Maybe I’ll stay long,” Y/n said before walking into the mansion. Storm and Jean drifted off to finish whatever they were doing while Hank and Scott took her to her room. Her old room that she hadn’t really slept in since she used to be with Logan all the time.

“Logan will be here. He went out to get wood,” Hank said before he left. “You okay with being back? You never really told us why you did,” Scott spoke after y/n sat down on her bed.

“Oh, just some personal things going on. That’s it,” she said. “Heard you haven’t talked to Logan. Was he the reason why you left?” He asked as he sat next to the young lady. He knew it was, but didn’t know why.

“I don’t really feel like talking about it or him. I kinda don’t even wanna see him,” y/n said, making Scott chuckle. “I feel you on that, but Logan’s crushed. I hate the man, but I also hate to see a teammate distracted,”

Scott got up and walked towards her room door, ready to get back to what he was doing. “Think about it, because my motorcycle just pulled up,” Scott said before leaving.

Y/n sighed, knowing Logan was going to make his way straight up here. She didn’t know how he’d react. She didn’t know how she’d react. What will she possibly do or say?

Y/n said in silence for only a couple of minutes before her door opened. He had pushed it open, not believing she was here until he saw her.

“Y/n,” he said before rushing over to her. The man dropped to his knees and hugged the girl tightly. His face hurried into her stomach as tears streamed down his face. She was really here.

“Logan,” y/n softly pushed at his shoulders, but he wouldn’t let go. He didn’t want to. It’s been a year, and he’s traveled to so many places, hoping to find her, but she was never there.

“Lo,” she spoke again, and this time, he pulled away. His hands rose to her face and cupped both of her cheeks. “I-It’s been so long,” the man looked into her eyes, making her feel like shit.

The man who couldn’t give her any attention gave it to her a year later. How dare he make her feel like this?

“Yeah — It has,” she softly pulled his hands away from his wrist. The man’s face changed from, I’m so happy you’re finally here, too, what’s going on? She’s never been this way towards him until that night. The last night he saw her.

“I’m kinda tired, so, yeah,” she spoke, wanting him away from her and out of her sight. “D-Don’t go to sleep without me, lemme get a shower in then I’ll-“ he stood up and walked towards the door, but the woman cut him off. “No,” she said with a stern voice.

“I like being alone,” she added. The man looked back at her, confused about why his girlfriend was acting this way. “Baby, what’s up with you? I-I thought that maybe since you came back, fixed whatever was going on with you,” Logan said in a soft voice.

“Whatever what going on with me!? God, Logan — Please, the fuck out,” y/n rolled her eyes. “Y/n, I didn’t mean it like-“ he tried explaining himself. “I said get the fuck out!” She yelled at the man.

Logan’s body jumped slightly, shocked at the way she was being. He didn’t know what was wrong, and she refused to tell him. It’s been a year, and she still hasn’t told him.

Logan opened his mouth, but the girl turned around and tucked herself under her covers. She was done seeing him for tonight. For the rest of the time she planned to stay here.

“Been a while since you’ve partied with us. Kinda missed that,” Scott said after he took a shot with y/n. “Yeah — I kind of missed it too,” she admitted with a smile. “Wanna dance?” The man asked in a friendly way, and she accepted.

The two went on the dance floor, dancing wide by wide for a while until he grabbed her hips. They both laughed with each other, having the most fun she’s had in a year.

“God, I’ve missed you, y/n. Texting and calling ain’t enough, you know? Maybe you should come visit me or I’ll come visit you,” he suggested. “I’ll think about it,” she smiled.

As Scott and y/n hugged it out on the floor, Logan couldn’t help but stop it. The man pushed off of the tree he was leaning back on in the distance and sped over to the two.

The man was close, about to ruin whatever the fuck they had going on, but y/n pulled away and said something to the man before she left.

Logan stopped in his tracks and watched her walk off to the side of the party. She got on her phone and began texting.

“Might stay with family for another night. I’ll be back to work soon,”

“So — How’s your night going?” Logan asked, making y/n turn around as she placed her phone in her pocket. Looking at the man in front of him felt different. When she first got here, the man looked warm out.

He had grown the beard but didn’t take care of it, his face looked dirty like he hadn’t washed it, his eyes were baggy, and she swore his body looked less fit, but not too much. Only she’d notice it…

“Can you not just fuck off? For once, Logan! Fuck!” Y/n shouted at the man who came up to her with two cups. He noticed she’d been drinking for the past few days, and even though he hated it when she did, he still brought one of the lighter drinks to maybe get close to her.

“But why? You won’t talk to me. You won’t even look at me. I-I don’t understand, y/n,” Logan’s voice cracked as he walked after y/n through the woods. “I’m goin’ to bed. Gotta leave early tomorrow,” the woman had instantly changed her mind about staying.

“W-What!?” Logan basically screamed. She hadn’t even been here for a week. She hadn’t spoken to him unless she yelled at him. She was going to leave him. Again.

“Y/n, stop it!” The man shouted as he threw the two cups to the ground and ran in front of her to stop her in her tracks. Last time, that didn’t stop her from leaving, but he’ll make sure it does this time.

“Logan — Get the fuck out of my way,” she said as she moved to the side, but before she could go any further, he grabbed her arm tightly. The man slowly grew angry, but still had all that sad emotion running through his heart.

“N-No — I-I’m not gonna let you talk to Storm, talk to Jean, talk to Hank a-and dance on Scott and leave without talking to me!” The man’s eyes teared up again.

“Well, I don’t wanna talk to you, so,” y/n went to pull away, but he tightened his grip. She was human, and he knew that grip would hurt, but he couldn’t let her go again. Not without an explanation, and even if she gave a damn good one, he wasn’t letting her out of his sight again.

“Logan, ow!” She shouted at the man, now slapping his arm. “Stop it — Stop it, y/n!” He yelled in her face, letting a deep growl escape his mouth.

“Y-You’re not leaving! — I-I’m not letting you go again, so, like— So what if you hate me now? So what i-if you don’t wanna date me anymore? Y-You don’t have to leave though,”

“Logan-“ y/n tried saying. “No! You’re not gonna fuckin’ talk to Scott, and not me!” The man finally let her arm go with a push. The look on his face made sure she knew he was angry, but all she could do was roll her eyes.

“You’re a dick, you know? All you care about is me talking to Scott, but nothing else. What about what you did, huh? What about what you did!” Y/n grew angry. “You won’t tell me what I did!” Logan shouted.

“Because you should already know! Why do I have to tell my boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend that giving another woman more attention than me, is a problem!? Why!? That’s not my place to if you’re a real man, and clearly — You’re not!”

Y/n nudged Logan’s shoulder as she walked by, but instantly got grabbed and pushed against a tree. The man held her upper arm, not letting her go anywhere.

“What the fuck are you talking about, babe? Ian never gives no other woman my attention. Not one! I-I’ve only thought about you for the past year!”

“Oh, is that true? Then why before I finally dumped your ass, Hank blabbered to me that you and Jean, your ex-kissing toy, by the way, were going on a secret mission?” Y/n finally asked.

“Oh, oh- And tell me why he also said that you choose to go on mission with her, instead of me. Tell me that! Tell me why you can’t tell me that you’re going on missions with your ex!” Y/n yelled in the man’s face with no tears in her eyes. Just full of anger.

“Baby, I — Baby, Hank wasn’t supposed to tell you-“ Logan went to say, but y/n cut him off with a wild scream as she shook her whole body. She was furious and wanted him out of her face.

“Of course, he wasn’t, you dumb bitch! Because you’re a cheating son of a bitch! A fuckin’ dumb, damn good-looking, manipulative cheater!”

“Baby, no, no- That’s not what I am. You never even asked me what was going on, you just-“ he got cut off again. “I left! I fucking left because I have no business being with a manwhore who can’t keep his dick in his beer-printed dollar tree boxers!”

Logan softly pulled y/n off of the tree and slamming her back to shut her up. “God, y/n, what the fuck — You-You can’t even let me get a sentence out without disrespecting or interrupting me,” he said. “I thought you loved those boxers,”

Y/n chuckled to herself as a tear finally slipped from her eye. “I did — That was before you decided to throw that all away,” the way she looked at him with no type of love in her eyes, broke his heart. And she had her story all wrong.

“If I wasn’t enough, why couldn’t you just tell me? Let me go and let me live my life instead of thinking someone actually loved me. Y-You say you’re not like any human I’ve dated, but you’re are. You’re like them all,”

“Hey!” Logan’s hands gripped around y/n’s neck, upset at her words. “Don’t fuckin’ disrespect me like that — Especially since you got your story all flipped and fucked up,” the man still had cracks in his voice. He was left for a year, all because of caring for y/n.

“I wasn’t fucking cheating on you. Those secret missions were days I’d leave with Jean and Storm which I bet he forgot to mention because he didn’t know you’d react like that — to go find me and you a new home to live in,”

“For months I’ve been trying to find a nice house away from people because I know how much you like being alone. I just needed woman’s help because I suck when it comes to that shit,”

Y/n’s heart rate began to slow down, and her eyes softened at his side of the story. She couldn’t think about what she’d done and caused, but she knew it was bad when her head felt light.

“As for the picking Jean to go on missions? That was shitty of me, but my excuse is that I didn’t want my girlfriend fighting fights she didn’t have to,”

“What the fuck so I look like having you come fight mutants when you’re not a mutant? Jean is one of the strongest mutants, so I chose her. Storm has to teach the kids, Hank never leaves the lab, and god knows Ian pickin’ Scott,”

“And y/n — You’re a teacher too, so why the fuck would I pull you away from what you love doing just to fight and risk your life? I rather thee others do that, then you, Bub,”

Y/n hasn’t heard that nickname in a year. Bub. She missed and, and he knew how much he missed it when she instantly began crying.

“Hey, hey,” Logan lifted the girl back to her feet after her legs gave out on her. “I’m sorry!” She cried out, fully knowing the situation, and understanding how shitty she is for leaving without asking.

“I-I thought I was helping myself, but I wasn’t! I-I hurt you and the others a-and I’m just a bad person!” She sobbed into his chest.

“Baby, no. Don’t think that way about yourself. I understand how you thought about what you did, baby. Don’t push yourself down for that,” the man pulled her head back and rubbed her tears away.

“Just make it up by staying. All that pain I felt of you ignoring me and being away from my arms are all gone away, you know why? Because you’re here right now. In front of my face looking as beautiful as you were last year,”

“I’m just so sorry, Logan,” Y/n looked down, but the man quickly lifted her chin back up. “Nah uh — we’re not feeling like this anymore. I have a lot to make up for,” the man rubbed the girl's bottom lip, happy that she was finally with him again.

“Gonna look back into those homes, and get ‘em ready for us, baby,” Logan used his free hand to trace down her body until he gripped her waist. “And then you’ll never be able to leave me again. Gonna be just us. No one else,”

Logan's lips finally touched hers, making his heart rate rise. It’s been so long, and his lips are finally back on his girl. His future.

Y/n lazily kissed back, tears still running down her cheek. The girl pulled back a few times to catch her breath, but Logan would instantly reattach their lips. He needed to taste her forever.

“C’mon, stop movin, baby,” Logan hungrily sucked on her lips, even slipping his tongue in her mouth to feel her inner cheeks. “Please, baby,” the man spoke, but y/n couldn’t grow that instant energy. She was still human.

“Baby,” Logan pulled back and looked down at his girlfriend. “Don’t fuckin’ make me wait any longer. I need you, so please fuckin’ stay still,” he demanded before leaning to go back in, but she stopped him by placing her hands on his chest.

“Give me a second, babe — Please,” she looked up at the man, but he couldn’t. “You didn’t give Scott a second,” the man said in a stern voice. “What!? — Baby, I’ve never kissed him,” she assured.

“Well, you were close. Too close, and you know how I feel about him,” Logan’s hands gripped both sides of y/n’s waist, digging his nails into the pretty little dress she wore for the night.

“You were mad at me and went straight to Scott. You fuckin’ knew that would piss me off,” y/n pushed at her taken-back boyfriend, trying to get his grip to loosen, but it never did.

“Yeah, I’ve been sad, baby. So fuckin’ sad, but the only thing I could think about was showing you who the fuck you talked to that night,” the man thought back to the day she left him.

“I heard them talk about being in touch with you — Every day y/n? Really? Textin’ that son of a bitch every day, but can’t shoot me a lil like on my message!?” Logan finally pulled his hands off of y/n’s waist, taking her dress with him.

“Logan!” The girl shouted in shock as she held the breeze on her. “Got me so fuckin’ angry, Bub. I can’t control it. Can’t get out of my head the days you’ve been away from me. The days you text him, and not me,” Logan had sniffed y/n’s neck.

“At least I don’t smell a new man on you. You know what I would’ve done if I did, baby?” The man asked, lips pressed against the girl's neck. “The same shit I’m about to do to you for humping Scott,”

Logan quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his thick blue jeans down. Y/n opened her mouth to calm the man down, but she didn’t want to. She deserved this. He needed to get his anger out.

Y/n went to jump, but before she did, the man pulled her up himself, quickly pulling her down on his cock until every inch of him was covered.

“L-Lo!” The girl moaned loudly as her feet curled. “Augh, yes!Still fuckin’ tight,” Logan pressed y/n further into the tree as he bucked his hips upward, making sure to bruise her cervix.

The growls he let out on her ear and on her neck, made her heart raise. It was hot, but she was slightly afraid. He was going to break up, but there was nothing she could do about it. She deserved this.

“Don’t ever fuckin’ leave me again. Pretty little sluts like you are in men’s minds all the time. You need me around. Need me to keep you safe and away from them. Even Scott! — If I ever fuckin’ catch you guys eye fuckin’ again — I’ll fuck you in front of him. Make sure he knows how good this pussy’s molded for my cock,”

Logan’s sad emotions were no longer here. The man was full of anger. His girl left him over some stupid-ass miss understanding and then she almost left again after having a sweet ole dance with Scott. Oh — he wasn’t letting this go soon. Not at all.

“I bet when you spoke to him before you left, you told him to come meet you in your room. Such a fuckin’ slut. I knew you had something for that four eyed freak,” Logan’s hips snapped up against y/n’s thighs. She could barely breathe.

“I-I did no such thing,” y/n struggled to get out. “Sure you didn’t. You know you’re a pretty little thing, right? You know you can get whoever you want, and I know you wanted him. I just know it,” Logan’s mind went crazy. The jealousy showed in the man, and he didn’t care.

Logan was nothing like y/n. She left when she thought he cheated, but Logan could never. He’d hold her closer. Lock her up somewhere so she can’t do it again, then kill the guy she cheated on him with. She belonged to him, and him only.

One of Logan’s hands reached up and gripped her neck as he looked into her eyes. His eyes were dark and hers were soft and could barely stay open.

“Ima take you back to your room, and if he knocks and comes in, the sight he’ll see will be buried into his mind just like my cock in that pretty little hole you haven’t let me fuck yet,”

That threat made y/n’s cunt clench. In the back of her mind, she had wished Scott would come to her room for something so Logan could fuck her ass. She was so wet, and that leaked down the crack of her ass, making her feel like she could take him so easily.

“P-Please,” the girl begged, making the man that was fucking her into the tree, chuckle. “Slut likes being fucked in the ass? Bet it’s a virgin ass, and you’re just a dirty little whore,” Logan guessed right.

“So fuckin’ dirty — Came back to ignore me, and now I’m balls deep in your pussy — My pussy — My fuckin’ pussy, baby,” Logan twitched in the grips walls, making her close. She hasn’t felt his seed in months. She needed it.

“S-Such a dirty w-whore, Logan,” y/n admitted in a low and whiny voice. All the crying and hate she had towards the man had faded away. She loved him and never stopped. She just needed a reminder that she could never leave him. Even if she tried, like she did.

“That’s it, baby — My dirty little whore — Fuck,” Logan used a hand to grab the side of her face and pull her into a rough and sloppy kiss. She’s always tasted so damn good.

Both of them moaned in each other's mouths, sweating, breathing heavily, and feeling their climax near. They needed to cum. They needed to few each other cum.

Before they knew it, the woods filled with their moans and groans. The wet sloppy sound of Logan’s cock slipping in and out of her heat could be heard as well.

Anyone who walked by in the distance definitely heard the two, but who cared at this point? All that would do is make Logan feel better because at least then they’d go off and tell people that she really does belong to him.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” the man growled, lips all over hers as he breathed into her mouth. “So fuckin’ full of me, Bub. All filled up and up to date,” the man chuckled with a smile. He missed it. He missed her.

“T-Thank you, baby,” Y/n said low, feeling her vision slowly slip away, but she knew she would be taken care of. She was with Logan again, and he would do anything to make sure she knew she was safe and set for life.

[harrytheehottie]

JUNO

WORD COUNT: 2K MASTERLIST this is a part of the short & sweet fic challenge @harry-on-broadway let me know what you think 💘 hope you enjoy!

The sun was casting a warm golden glow through the windows of your living room as you sat on the couch. Harry was in the kitchen making your nightly tea as you rested on the sofa. It was a peaceful evening, like many that you have shared over the last three years. This familiar feeling and routine was something you cherished especially with the hectic schedule Harry’s life could bring.

A year ago, he finished his two year long world tour. It was an incredible feat and one that was an emotional roller coaster since it began. He had his entire life planned from the minute we all went into lockdown to the final show in Italy and these last seven months were spent just making up for lost time. He was always home when you came back from work, he was the one that was traveling on your schedule and your terms. It was a great change from how your relationship was before. You didn’t have to anticipate the day that he was going to go away for weeks at a time because you were a part of that decision making now and it only made the two of you stronger as a unit. 

You glanced at the framed photos on the mantel: you and Harry in various stages over the last three years--goofing around backstage at Coachella, the night he turned his green room in MSG into a home theater and begged security to let you two spend the night after you just got off a six hour flight to surprise him for his last show. It was the simple moments that were your favorite, the picture of you walking through the Heath, a cup of coffee and pastries in tow for your favorite weekend tradition of a Saturday morning picnic. 

This was the first year that you were able to think about the future just as it pertained to you and Harry. You didn’t have to think about how your life decisions factored into anyone else's. You always knew you wanted to have a family. He was always going above and beyond for the children in his life not just by spoiling them with gifts but checking up on them and making sure they knew that he was always there. And this became more apparent when he became an Uncle. He was always the first to offer up babysitting so his sister and her partner could enjoy some quality time, even making the trek up to Cheshire to watch his cousin's children if they asked.

So, when Harry walked back into the living room with a cup of tea for you and snacks for himself you sort of blurted it out before you had the chance to second guess the right time for this conversation. 

“I’m ready to have a baby.”

Harry’s eyes widened, completely caught off guard, “What?” almost second guessing what you just said. 

You take a deep breath, your heart racing realizing that you are not going to be able to take those words back. “I’ve just been thinking, we have talked about the future a lot as this far-fetched idea but we’re here now and…” you paused looking up at him, his expression shifting from the initial shock, he leaned closer, taking your hands in his. You knew how Harry worked and the subtle shift in energy was all you needed to continue, “I know not to think, I know I’m ready… for that next step.” 

A moment of silence stretched between you as he processed your words “You really mean that?”

“More than anything,” you admitted, looking into his eyes. “I can’t imagine going through that journey with anyone else. And it just feels good right now, us, we are so good right now and there is just no reason to wait.” 

Harry’s expression softened, and you could see the wheels turning in his mind. “It’s a big step, probably one of the biggest steps we will ever take together.” 

“Will we ever truly be ready?” You chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. “Life is unpredictable, but I want this with you.I want to build a family together.”

He was quiet for a moment, his gaze drifting to the window. “I’ve thought about it too,” he finally said, turning back to you. “I want that. I’ve always wanted it honestly. I remember the first time you met Ruby and the way she was instantly drawn to you. S’probably when the thought first crossed my mind.”

You remembered that day. You were so incredibly nervous to meet Harry’s close group of friends. It was Ruby -- his God daughter’s 4th birthday. You had only been dating for around three months at that point. You remember stressing about what to buy her as a gift and even though Harry promised no one would think twice if you showed up empty handed. You still scoured the internet looking up every list of ‘best gifts for a 4 year old girl’ and settled on a Peppa Pig Camper Playset with all the characters. And to say it was a hit was an understatement. The two of you still joke about how as soon as Ruby opened her present she demanded that you stay after to set up the toy and play with her. 

Harry remembers watching the way you were interacting with Ruby and how her father, Ben made a comment about how he had never seen Harry so fixated on someone before like he had you. It was still early days but he always went back to that moment and how it led you to where you are now. 

“So, are we ready to do this?” You asked with a mix of excitement and nervousness in your voice. 

“You know, if we really want to be serious about this. We’re going to have to start practicing.” Harry teased pulling you closer to him. The warmth of his body against yours as his lips met yours. The kiss was soft at first, tentative like he was emphasizing the importance of the moment you just shared.  

You pulled away first, a smirk on your face, “Hmm.. practice? I’m feeling a little tired right now,” You teased with a wide yawn stretching your arms over your head. The playful banter that you know drives him crazy. Harry moves his hands to cup your face, his thumb glazing over your lips again, “C’mere” he whispers. He begins kissing down your neck, leaving small kisses along his path from his lips. You move your hands through his hair, as he scoots back on the couch, pushing your shirt up in the process and you help to take it off.

The kisses continue. He’s moving down your neck, between your cleavage and he stops right at the top of your stomach. His hands that were holding yours moved to touch your belly — picturing what was going to happen next. The commitment to a family and how you would be the home for his future baby. You were almost tearing up at the sight of him and just how careful he was already, always putting your needs first and making you his priority. 

“You’re gonna have to use your words, baby,” You whisper as Harry moves his hands to the waist of your pants. You are already ready for him and he knew it just by how much you were wiggling under him trying to get him to move faster.

“I want you,” he says in a low breathy tone before helping you get your pants off. You move your weight onto your forearms to get a good view of him. You watch as Harry slides your underwear to the side, a rush of pleasure washing over the both of you. “So wet for me…” leaving his lips as he moves his fingers up and down your slit. The juxtaposition of the sexyness and tenderness of the moment right as he slid one and quickly two digits in pushing his fingers in and out. The pleasure washing over your body, the whimper of ‘Oh yes’ and ‘Baby’ a moan escaping your lips as you rode out your first orgasm. 

His lips are immediately back on yours as you slide your hand into his pants pushing his joggers off trying to keep every part of your body touching. After being in a relationship for three years you still periodically used contraceptives especially when you are in the thick of it with his work never wanting anything to come in the way of jeopardizing this unspoken tension between the two of you. And tonight, was going to be and feel different, no more trying to locate the last spot you left condoms going on stretches of time of just trying the process. This was intentional and you felt the mutual giddyness as you slid your hand down his length pumping him once, twice, three times before Harry is ready for you. 

“M’not gonna last very long,” he says before aligning your hips before pushing in deep. Taking a couple of deep breaths as you move your hips along with Harry as you adjust to the familiar feeling of him inside you. Harry leans his head toward you leaving kisses all over him, your nails dragging up and down his back. 

“Tell me it feels good,” You whispered the sounds of your mutual pleasure echoing in the room. 

“Feels so fuckin’ good, always s’fuckin good” Harry was moving faste and harder meeting your gaze right before letting himself go inside you. His body collapsing on top of you as both tried to catch your breath from the pleasure. You had your arms wrapped around his body wanting to keep the warmth of his body on you forever. 

You cleaned yourselves up and spent the rest of the night thinking about your future and how you were going to take that next step forward. Harry was your safe space and you were his. You both knew that this next step forward would be unlike anything you’ve done before but you were both ready, as a team to make this next step. 

And one day, you will be in this same living room waiting for Harry to finish making a bottle for your future baby - and boy, could you not wait. 

[kissitbttr]

hiii, now that we see that frat!Miguel and muñeca had their baby before getting married, do they have him at the beginning of his professional career or still in college?? Would love to see how Miguel reacted to those news

it definitely happened a year after they graduated! where miguel’s career is definitely taking off and muñeca opened up a ballet class for little kids,

they did talk alot about marriage and a baby, mostly on miguel part. it was something that they have always been look forward to. and if you remembered what happened in college when muñeca was having a pregnancy scare and miguel actually being happy if it turned out to be true? yeah. he was far too excited about that one lol.

but that doesn’t stop his girl freaking out over the possibility of miguel not wanting it,

she took five different tests and it all came out positive, having no clue on how to deal with this.

and she broke the news after seeing miguel coming home from practice. a smile on his face as he greets her, dropping the bag on the floor

“missed you, mi amor” he shuts the door behind before tugging her close, kissing her cheek. “how’s work today?”

she looks up at him with a small smile. “really well. the kids were so excited about the recital”

“that’s good to hear. miss those little munchkins” he hums, threading a few strands of hair on the crown of her head. miguel pulls a chair by the counter, taking a seat with a loud sigh.

“how about you, baby?” she asks, trying to get her mind off of what’s troubling her. “practice went okay?” fingers reaching up to soothe his cheekbone, a hand of his still secured around her waist

he nods, pulling her in to sit on one of his thighs, “coach ran us for a bit but other than that it was fine” a soft smile painted across his face, making her mirror his as well,

but that’s when miguel notices how her smile doesn’t reach her pretty eyes. which is so not her. the way her irises keep looking down, finger toying with her nails. something is definitely up.

“hey…what’s going on in that little head of yours?” he voices his concerns, rubbing a hand up and down her thigh,

“nothing—it’s just—“ she pauses momentarily, going back to glance at him. “are kids still on top of your list, miggy?”

“with you? definitely, amor” he answers, brows deepening at your change of expression. “why..? you don’t want to?”

her eyes widen once you hear how he sad sounds. heart cracking at the sight of his features looking like a kicked puppy. “no!—no baby—i do! of course, i do!” the comfort she offer then makes him sigh in relief,

“mierda—you scared me right there. thought for a second you might be thinking about getting married with someone else” the way he rolls his eyes makes her giggle, snuggling a bit closer to his chest,

“and if i did?” it’s a joke,

“i’ll kill him” he answers in a serious manner, glaring softly at you but merely at the thought. “now—why’d you ask all of the sudden?”

the anxiety comes rushing back within her, mind scrambling over how he’d handle the news. her eyes flickers back down on to her lap, the action doesn’t go unnoticed by him,

“hey..” he’s starting to get worried. “baby?”

she exhales a deep breath, looking up to stare back into him. teeth sinking into the softness of her lower lip out of nervous habit,

“i’m pregnant”

two words that rings upon his ears causing his grip to loosen around your waist and hand. the bushy brows that were formed into a frown are now faltering. the whole facade he’s feigning just makes her want to cry,

oh god—he doesn’t want it

but then a large grin breaks all over him. “we’re having a baby?”

she nods slowly with a smile, “yes” she watches how her boyfriend going through a roller coaster of emotions. a good one.

“fuck! i’m going to be a dad? for real this time?! holyshit!” he cheers, cupping her face for a long kiss on the lips making her giggle. “oh muñeca i—is this why you were looking so scared before?”

“kind of yeah” she nods shyly. “your career is just starting miguel, I didn’t know if you wanted it. i don’t want to hold you back”

he gives her a look, shaking his head. “that’s bullshit, you could never hold me back. but the right question is, do you want it? it’s your body, mi amor”

her heart does a somersault at that. “i do—oh my god, i do” eyes welling up with joy as his thumb moves to soothe the tears before it trickles down further,

“this is—“ he cuts himself off, feeling himself getting teary eyed too. “oh my god—i love you so much” he peppers a few kisses on her cheeks, forehead then lips. “te amo, te amo, te amo, mi carino—vas a ser una gran mamá”

for the second time that afternoon, her heart blooms at his praises. and she feels incredibly lucky to have him by her side. no one else she’d rather have.

“the mami to my kid” he mutters gently against her skin. “feels unreal”

“better get used to it, daddy” she grins, hearing him groan,

“shit—i know you meant it in a different sense but I couldn’t help to think you meant otherwise” that earns himself a playful slap on the chest making they both chuckle,

“wait—“ he pauses when a thought comes into mind. “i was wondering though, when did we have—“ his eyes searching for hers who seems to be clueless at the same time, then a light bulb appears in him,

“oh! the hot tub sex!”

[leaawrites]

So american

Eli Hewson x fem!reader

Summary: in which, a decision is made that changes everything for both of them.

Requested by @honeyeyesworld

Warnings: bit of angst, fluff

Wordcount: 0.9k

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The last few years had been a bit of a rush, a roller-coaster filled with screaming and a fear of heights. The reason as to why she stayed as low as she could, closing her eyes whenever something seemed to be filled with too much adrenaline.

Guys were guys, to her they were nothing more than a reason to not spent the night alone. They were the ones she would fall asleep next to but not wanna wake up to as well. If one stayed longer than a week, it made it feel too real. Their existence made her feel too bare.

“I can’t believe you’re still just stalking him,” her friend said, as they were sat in a quiet corner of a cafe they found themselves in more often lately.

“I’m not stalking him,” Y/n tried to defend herself, turning her phone off to stop staring at his profile picture.

“Maybe,” she started, making the other girl narrow her eyes at her. “Just let him in for once.”

“I know how it will end, so no, thank you.” Sipping on her coffee and looking around the small space, she tried ignoring the voice that told her, that maybe the idea wasn’t too bad.

Maybe, this once it could actually work out for the better.

Getting into something more beyond a few dates had been scary at first, the thought of letting someone closer than a bit of small talk seemed too much, but the more time she spent with him, the better it felt.

Eli always seemed to understand what she was going through and how to handle it. His easy-going nature making dark moments brighter.

Laying on a blanket in Central Park, Y/n watched him as he looked out on the lake, taking in every detail she was afraid to remember as of yet, in case of his face haunting her when he was gone. But after four months, he was still by her side. Still holding her hand.

Rubbing his thumb over her skin, he could feel her gaze burning into his face. The feeling of her eyes fixated on him sending a heat to his face and a shiver down his spine.

“What’s got you so captivated, love?” He asked, his Irish accent shining through his words, making a small smile appear on her lips.

“Nothing,” she casually answered, still not looking away from him. “Just you.”

His lips curled up at the compliment, a laugh bubbling up in his chest and escaping through his perfect lips.

“I’m really that nice to look at?” Raising his eyebrows, Eli averted his gaze from the water, now looking down at his lover laying in his lap.

“Of course, lad,” she joked, his laugh prominent once more.

“Thanks, dude.” Putting on an American accent, he bent down, catching her lips in a quick kiss. Lifting her head from his lap as he sat up right again, she looked almost disappointed when he seemed unbothered by the the loss of her lips.

“I’m going back to Dublin after we’re finished with the album,” he continued talking, a sad smile pulling down his happy demeanour.

“OK,” she said, sadness flooding her own veins.

This was what she always wanted, right? For this to be a simple play like always and nothing worth mentioning to her grand kids when they asked about her earlier life. This was what they were meant for, right? Nothing more.

“Do you think that we’re gonna be alright with the distance between us?” Eli asked, his hands finding the ends of her hair and twirling it between his fingers.

She didn’t look at him, not even when he rested his hand on her cheek. Only a single tear grazed his skin before she closed her eyes to keep the others away.

Not answering, she only shook her head, biting her lip and cursing herself for getting so attached so quickly. This wasn’t meant to happen. He was a Rock star, she was just some girl from New York City, what were they even doing here together?

“What about-” Eli started talking, cutting himself off in thought though as every bad outcome of his question came to his mind. “What if you would come with me?”

“What?” Her voice broke as she asked, her head snapping towards him. Her eyes were wide open and filled with shock.

“I just thought, maybe, you could come with me…to Dublin.” His voice was quieter now, scared. “You don’t have to stay forever, but just for however long you want. Get some culture into your American system, you know?”

“You’re so mean,” she said, shaking her head. Trying to look angry at him, though the smile on her lips said otherwise. “Firstly, you make me absolutely fall in love with you, and then you also make fun of my homeland. Unbelievable those guys today, I’m tellin’ ya.” Sitting up, she shook her head in disappointment.

“You’re absolutely in love with me?” He asked, pulling her closet with his finger beneath her chin.

“Maybe,” she answered, smirking as his eyes flew down to her lips for a second.

“Well, maybe I’m also absolutely in love with you, American girl.”

When he captured her lips with his, it felt like more than any other before. No matter if with other guys or him, for her it had always been a matter of time before she felt their lips in one final kiss.

This one, it felt like a promise for forever. Like they wouldn’t fall out of their routine the next second. Like they would wake up next to each other every morning and not regret a thing about the night before.

[amethystarachnid]

Hi! Its me again I had another found family troupe in mind if your up for it! I wanted to ask before the Christmas prompts started.

So this time I was thinking Deadpool x Teen!Male!Reader where reader is on top of a building, how he got there is up to you, but he's abt to make a bad decision (if ykw I mean) when dead pool finds him and starts to talk, and basically they end up making a deal, if wade can make the reader see how good life is then he won't do it, but if he fails the reader can go back, and basically its is a bunch of fun stupid shit for the rest and the reader becomes apart of the little odd family created in dead pool 3 (including logan) and decides to stick around. So heavy angst that's solved in a nice fluff, and if your not comfortable with the first part you can change the angst to a different scenario you totally can, and the how and why is up to you.

Readers personality is a sarcastic, cold teen, but he's caring and weird around ppl he's close to, he hides his emotions to keep himself safe

If you can do this I would be so so grateful, if not its totally understandable, I love your work sm its hard not to request things, keep up the amazing writing! Have a good day/night!

OPERATION MAKE YOU NOT HATE THE UNIVERSE

⤷ WADE WILSON

ᯓ★ Pairing: Wade Wilson x male!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: platonic!, angst, tiny bit of fluff

ᯓ★ Request from: normal request

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 4k

ᯓ★ Summary: what the ask said

ᯓ★ TW(s): This story deals with sensitive themes, including mental health struggles and suicide

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The city sprawls below, twinkling and vast, but strangely quiet from this height. You sit on the edge of a skyscraper, your legs dangling into the nothingness, with only the hum of distant cars and neon lights bleeding through the foggy air.

You take a deep breath, the cold biting into your lungs. It makes sense, somehow, for this place to be the last thing you’d see. Who knows how long you’ve been sitting here, trying to drum up the courage or the anger or whatever it’s going to take to finally just let go. But the emptiness is louder than any fear. The world feels like it’s swallowed you whole, and this—you dangling on the edge—feels like the only time you’ve ever been able to look it in the face.

“You know, most people pick roller coasters or a fifth of tequila if they wanna feel a thrill.”

You flinch. Not from surprise—well, okay, a little from surprise—but more from sheer irritation. This is the moment someone decides to intrude? You glance over your shoulder and see him. He’s wearing red and black, looking like a deranged SWAT team dropout, leaning casually against the roof access door, arms crossed like he’s watching a really boring episode of a soap opera.

“And here I thought I had the whole roof to myself,” you say dryly, hiding your unease. “Guess we’re all just having a rooftop party.”

“Lucky for you, kiddo, I’m the life of the party. Deadpool, at your service,” he says with a bow. “But hey, what’s a young guy like you doing up here all alone? Besides reenacting all the worst Lifetime movies?”

You snort, because it’s exactly that bad. “Oh, just figured I’d enjoy the view,” you reply, deadpan. “And maybe gravity. Seems like a good combo.”

“Right, right, makes sense,” he nods, as if he’s in on some cosmic joke only you get. He crouches down, edging a little closer. “Let me guess. Someone pissed you off, the world sucks, you hate your life, blah blah blah, and now you’re about to end it all. Am I close?”

You don’t answer, just roll your eyes and stare back out at the city. But something in the fact that he said it—that he got it so easily—makes you feel strange. Seen.

“Oh, man, nailed it!” Deadpool cheers, like this is some sort of accomplishment. “See, I’m like a therapist, but with 90% more leather and 100% more explosions. And, I make house calls. You’re welcome.”

“Yeah? Where’s the PhD?” You give him a sidelong look, unimpressed. “Bet it’s in the mail.”

He gasps theatrically. “Excuse me, my online course was very thorough, thank you. You’re looking at a fully certified therapist-slash-savior-slash-pizza connoisseur.” He steps even closer, as if he’s trying to get a read on you. “So, what’s it gonna take for you to, I dunno…step back from the edge, champ?”

The question catches you off guard, but you school your expression back into that empty, unreadable mask. “Nothing,” you say. “Don’t need saving.”

“Aw, sure you do. Everybody does,” Deadpool replies, with a smile that’s a little too wide. He’s still in that crouch, head tilted like he’s studying a lab rat. “C’mon, take me up on my deal.”

“I didn’t agree to any deal,” you mutter.

“Well, that’s about to change, Mr. Antisocial.” Deadpool leans in, his voice a dramatic whisper. “I’ll make you a bet. If I can’t show you something worth sticking around for, something that doesn’t totally suck, you win. But if I can—and oh, I will—then you gotta promise not to do anything stupid up here. No ‘jumping’ and no ‘leaping gracefully off into the night’—not on my watch. Deal?”

You look at him, trying to figure out if he’s serious. But then, you’re not sure this guy even knows what serious means. A smirk slips onto your face, mostly from disbelief. “And if you fail, I get to come back here and do what I want.”

Deadpool slaps his hands together, eyes lighting up like he’s just scored a jackpot. “Deal! Signed, sealed, and delivered. What’s your name, by the way? So I know what to call you when I start ‘Operation Make You Not Hate the Universe.’”

“None of your business.”

“Oh, that’s not gonna work,” he replies breezily. “I’ll call you...” He pauses dramatically, finger tapping his chin. “Shadow Kid. Because of your gloomy vibes. Or Edgy McBroodface. Either one works for me.”

You sigh, exasperated. “Fine. It’s Y/n. Happy?”

He claps his hands like a kid on Christmas. “Delighted! Well, Y/n, pack your bags because you’re about to take the Deadpool Tour de Joy. First stop: that little bakery down the street that makes these empanadas that are just to die for—pun very intended.”

As ridiculous as he sounds, something inside you—against all odds—doesn’t completely hate this idea. Maybe he’s right, maybe he’s wrong, but at least he’s distracting you. And it’s better than the silence. So you sigh, push yourself back from the edge, and follow him, if only because he’s made it impossible not to.

“Don’t get too excited,” you warn, hiding a hint of curiosity beneath a mask of sarcasm. “I don’t like pastries.”

“Don’t worry, kid, you will,” he grins, guiding you off the ledge. “Deadpool guarantees it. Or I’ll give you a full refund. You know, after we make sure you don’t end up sidewalk art.”

It’s midnight, and you’re trailing behind a lunatic in red and black spandex as he skips down the street like he’s leading a parade of one. You almost regret stepping away from the edge of that building. Almost. Because, despite everything, Deadpool’s got your attention, even if it’s just so you can see where this trainwreck of a night is headed.

“Now, Y/n,” he says, spinning around to face you while walking backward, “it’s time I introduce you to my squad. My inner circle. The people who either love me or have given up trying to kill me. I figured, what better way to kick off Operation: Don’t Be A Self-Destructive Edgelord than some quality time with family?”

“Your ‘family’?” You raise an eyebrow, skeptical.

“Oh, yes. They’re the most dysfunctional group of weirdos you’ll ever meet, which, in our line of work, is high praise.” He turns back around, leading you down a couple of twisting alleyways until you’re standing in front of a building that looks like it was abandoned about a hundred years ago.

“Home, sweet home!” Wade announces proudly, shoving the door open. “Well, it’s not really mine, but Al’s not much of a decorator anyway.”

You’re about to ask who “Al” is when you spot her: a short, older woman with oversized sunglasses, leaning against a sofa, flipping through a Braille magazine. She doesn’t even look up when she addresses Deadpool.

“You brought home another stray, Wade? You’d think you were trying to start an orphanage for misfits,” she mutters.

“This one’s special, Al. Meet Y/n,” Wade says, guiding you inside. “Y/n, this is the one and only Blind Al. She’s my friend, roommate, therapist, probation officer, and part-time parole board.”

Al snorts. “You think I’d live with Wade if I had any other options?”

You almost smirk. “So you’re telling me he’s like this all the time?”

Al nods, and you catch the tiniest hint of a smile on her face. “Constantly. And unfortunately, you’ll get used to it.”

“Come on, Al, don’t ruin the surprise! I’m a blast to be around,” Wade says, slapping you on the back with a little too much enthusiasm. “Anyway, I promised Y/n the Deadpool Experience™, which includes only the finest influences and biggest badasses on the market.”

“Speaking of badasses…” Wade nudges you, gesturing to the kitchen doorway, where a tall, grizzled man in flannel and jeans leans against the frame, arms crossed. His eyes are hard, the kind that say he’s seen more than his fair share of horror, but he’s giving you a look that’s somewhere between curiosity and caution.

“Logan, meet Y/n,” Wade says, pushing you forward. “Y/n, meet Wolverine, aka Logan Howlett, aka the surliest Canadian this side of the Rockies. Logan, Y/n here’s having a tough time deciding if life’s worth sticking around for, so I figured you could help me convince him otherwise. Since you’re all about that whole ‘living through endless suffering’ thing.”

Logan looks you over, clearly unimpressed with Wade’s choice of words. “You tell this kid what he was getting into by sticking with you?” he grumbles, giving Wade a side-eye.

“Why spoil the fun?” Wade chirps. “Besides, I figured I’d ease him into the nightmare that is my lifestyle by introducing him to you first. It’s all part of my master plan.”

You scoff. “Not exactly a plan so far.”

Logan grunts, shooting Wade a look. “Kid, if you’re here, you better be ready to put up with more crap than you signed up for. And if you don’t, well, don’t expect us to sugarcoat it.”

“Gee, thanks, Logan. Great pep talk,” Wade says, clapping his hands together. “You’re practically the Canadian Dr. Phil.”

“Whatever,” Logan mutters, giving you a short nod of acknowledgment. “Stay out of trouble, kid.”

“Thanks,” you reply dryly. “I’ll make a note of it.”

Wade flashes a grin. “All right, now that we’ve got the somber stuff out of the way, it’s time to meet my real pride and joy. Follow me, Y/n.” He leads you down a narrow hallway, barely glancing back as he goes. “And here, in the third and definitely not cleanest room on the left, is the Mini Wolverine herself, Laura Kinney!”

You peer around the doorframe, and sure enough, there’s a young girl, no older than you, sharpening a knife with an intensity that could probably slice through steel. She looks up, one eyebrow raised as she sizes you up.

“So…another of Wade’s recruits?” she asks, her tone half-sarcastic but half-genuine, like she’s as surprised as anyone to find herself among this crowd.

“Not exactly,” you reply. “Apparently, I’m part of some…life-affirming experiment?”

Laura smirks. “Good luck. Most people just end up scarred. Or worse.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, mini-me,” Wade says, swooping in to ruffle her hair, which she swats at with the speed of a ninja. “Y/n, Laura here is what we call a ‘clone’—same rage issues, same claws, same immunity to hugs as Mr. Broodmaster in the kitchen. Laura, Y/n here is testing out the Wade Wilson School of Life Choices.”

She snorts, shaking her head. “Well, better you than me. Good luck.”

“Look at that, Y/n! She’s already rooting for you,” Wade says, pulling you back out of the room before you can reply.

“Sure,” you mutter. “I feel like I’m one big science project.”

“Nah, science projects are boring,” Wade says cheerfully. “And last, but certainly not least, the crown jewel of this ridiculous ensemble is… Peter!”

You frown, confused, as Wade leads you to the living room, where a man with glasses and a receding hairline is lounging on the couch, a sandwich in one hand and a soda in the other. He looks up and waves at you with a sheepish smile.

“Hey there. I’m Peter,” he says. “No code name, no special abilities, just…Peter.”

You raise an eyebrow at Wade. “How does he fit in?”

“Oh, he doesn’t,” Wade says matter-of-factly. “He’s just a genuinely good guy. The one, non-superpowered person who got tangled up in my dumpster fire of a life and didn’t immediately bail. I figured he’d be a nice balance to all the violent murderers in the room. Plus, he makes a mean ham and cheese sandwich.”

Peter shrugs, giving you a friendly smile. “Sometimes, it’s good to have at least one guy who knows what life’s like for the average person. And I figure, if Wade can make it, maybe there’s hope for all of us, right?”

You nod slowly, unsure what to make of all this but also, maybe for the first time in a long time, feeling something close to warmth. These people are rough around the edges, sure, but there’s an understanding in the way they look at you—like they know what it’s like to have the world chew you up and spit you out.

“Well, Y/n,” Wade says, clapping his hands together, “you’ve met the gang. Now, how about that empanada?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes, but there’s a small smile tugging at your lips. “Fine,” you mutter. “One empanada. But if it sucks, this deal’s off.”

Wade grins. “Deal! And hey, if you’re lucky, maybe you’ll even get a side of wisdom and life lessons from our merry band of misfits. Consider this step one on the path to…not hating everything.”

He leads the way, Peter and Al in tow, while Logan and Laura hang back a bit. And as you walk down the dimly lit street, surrounded by this unlikely crew, you realize maybe—just maybe—Wade might actually have a point.

The morning sun drips through the dirty windows of Blind Al’s apartment, casting a pale yellow glow over the chaotic mess of takeout boxes, weapon cases, and torn-up furniture. You’re sprawled on an old, threadbare armchair, an empanada wrapper stuck to your shirt from last night’s “Deadpool Tour de Joy.” You’d made it through an entire night with Wade and his crew of insane, sarcastic maniacs—and, against all odds, it wasn’t completely awful. In fact, you’d felt something almost like…belonging.

But now it’s the next day, and you’ve already told yourself a hundred times that you should probably just slip out, go back to what you were doing, forget all of this ever happened. You’re starting to push yourself up when Wade barges into the room, wearing his costume but missing the mask, eyes bleary, and looking like he hasn’t slept in days.

“Ah! Sleeping beauty rises!” Wade yells, startling you. “Figured you’d skipped out by now, but no! Y/n, my little suicidal protégé, how’s life on the wild side?”

You roll your eyes. “It’s early. Can you not yell?”

“Oh, no-no-no, kid, this is normal volume,” Wade replies with a grin. “Wait ‘til Logan shows up and starts shouting at me. Speaking of which…”

Right on cue, Logan comes around the corner, his expression twisted in irritation. “Wade, it’s nine in the damn morning, why are you already so loud?”

“Why are you such a ray of sunshine?” Wade replies cheerfully, barely dodging Logan’s hand as he tries to grab him.

“Because you’re annoying,” Logan growls, rolling his eyes and making for the coffee pot. But Wade is already blocking him, a mug in one hand, smirking.

“What if I told you there was no coffee left? Would you kill me?”

Logan raises an eyebrow, as if daring him to repeat it. Without a word, he pops out his claws, a metallic snikt slicing through the silence.

“Oh, I’m shaking!” Wade sneers, clearly egging him on.

“Deadpool, just get out of my way.” Logan tries to push past, but Wade laughs, making some obnoxious buzzing noise that apparently does the trick, because Logan grits his teeth and stabs him, right through the side.

You jump, stunned, watching as Logan’s claws slip back out, leaving Wade clutching his side. Blood pours out of the wound, and you’re about to call out when you realize that Wade’s grinning.

“Oh, there it is,” Wade says, inspecting the hole in his side, barely even phased. “You got me good, Wolvie. Was hoping you’d go for the chest, but I’ll take what I can get.”

“What the hell?” You can’t help but gape at him. “You’re bleeding, and you’re laughing?”

Wade winks, dropping his hand and letting you see that the wound is…healing. Muscles and tissue knit themselves back together, as if he hadn’t been stabbed at all. “Oh, yeah! Y/n, I forgot to mention one of my best features: I’m unkillable! Like an annoying houseplant that refuses to die. Cool, right?”

You blink, still trying to process. “So…no matter what happens to you, you just…keep coming back?”

“Yup! Think of it like this,” Wade says, throwing an arm around your shoulders, ignoring the sticky blood on his suit. “I am the miracle of human resilience, cranked up to eleven. Plus, I give Logan a stress outlet every morning. Win-win, really.”

“Wouldn’t call it a win,” Logan mutters, pouring his coffee. “If anything, you’re my worst nightmare.”

Wade smirks, turning to you. “Logan here’s my best friend. Don’t let him fool you.”

Logan takes a long, deliberate sip of his coffee, glaring over the rim. “One more word, Wade, and I’ll make it two stabs.”

“Oh, two stabs?” Wade clutches his chest dramatically. “Why, Mr. Howlett, you really know how to flatter a guy.”

“Honestly,” you mutter, looking at them, “this is the weirdest friendship I’ve ever seen.”

Logan glances over at you, grumbling, “It’s not a friendship. It’s a…complicated arrangement.”

Wade beams, throwing an arm around Logan’s shoulder, which Logan promptly shrugs off. “Call it whatever you want, sweetie.”

As they bicker, Laura enters the room, unfazed by the chaos. She gives you a nod of acknowledgment before grabbing a seat at the table, watching the two men as if this is just another morning.

“Y/n, how’s Wade treating you?” she asks, a smirk forming on her face.

You can’t help the sarcasm in your voice. “Oh, it’s just been fantastic. Nothing like witnessing multiple acts of violence before breakfast.”

She grins. “Get used to it. That’s pretty much every day around here.”

“Hey, I call it ‘combat therapy,’” Wade retorts, tossing her a wink. “You know, bonding time for the soul. Plus, Logan secretly loves it.”

You’re still processing all of this when Peter comes in, looking almost suspiciously normal, like a PTA dad in a nightmare of superheroes and chaos. He gives you a friendly wave, balancing a bag of bagels and a coffee tray.

“Morning, everyone!” Peter says, the only cheerful voice in the room. “Brought bagels for you all. Thought maybe today we could take it easy and just…you know, be normal for a while?”

Wade gasps. “Normal? Peter, buddy, you’re really asking a lot of me.”

“Don’t mind him, Peter,” you mutter, taking a bagel. “I think I’m the only sane one here.”

Peter gives you a sympathetic look. “I figured as much. Good luck with this crew, Y/n. If you ever need a sane friend, I’m your guy.”

Laura scoffs. “He doesn’t want ‘sane’ friends. If he did, he’d have run by now.”

You can’t argue with that. In fact, the thought does cross your mind—why didn’t you leave? But before you can dwell on it too long, Wade claps his hands.

“Today’s adventure awaits!” he announces, eyes alight with his usual chaotic energy. “We’ll start with breakfast and then…well, I’m not sure yet, but it’ll be something awesome.”

The group groans as Wade grabs his mask and heads for the door, beckoning for you to follow. Logan sighs, Laura grabs her knives, and Peter just looks resigned. But they all follow, like it’s a ritual they’re somehow tied to, and after a moment, you find yourself tagging along too.

The day is filled with antics. You lose track of the times Wade gets hurt, only to heal right in front of your eyes. Logan mutters that he’d be better off without Wade, only to punch him in the shoulder five minutes later with a hidden grin. Laura challenges Wade to a knife fight, and Peter just sighs, trying to keep everyone in line. And for the first time in…who knows how long, you’re laughing. Really laughing.

It’s almost night by the time you head back, the sky darkening as the city lights flicker on. You’re about to part ways and make your way home, but somehow, your feet keep taking you back to Al’s apartment. You know you don’t belong here, not really, but when you reach the door, there’s that same warmth—a strange pull you can’t ignore.

Wade notices you hesitate by the door and grins. “Aw, he’s back! See, I told you I’d be your favorite person in no time.”

“Don’t get too cocky,” you mutter, but you don’t turn to leave. Logan, Laura, Peter, and Al all glance at you, each with a look of welcome that they probably wouldn’t admit to feeling. It’s an odd sight, this bunch of misfits, but in some way, you realize that maybe they’re not as much of a mess as they seem. Maybe, just maybe, you’ve found something here that doesn’t completely suck.

“All right, all right, enough with the mushy stuff!” Wade says, breaking the silence. “Y/n, welcome back to Dysfunctional Central. We’re going to make you regret every second.”

You roll your eyes but smirk, stepping back inside and letting the door click shut behind you. Because this time, you don’t mind sticking around.

As night settles in over Blind Al’s apartment, the usual chaos of the group fades. Laura’s busy sharpening a blade on the couch, Logan’s nursing a beer in the corner, Peter is cleaning up the disaster of takeout containers from earlier, and Al is sitting near the window, her face turned toward the cool night breeze drifting in. Wade, in his typical way, is chattering aimlessly about everything and nothing at all, flipping between mocking TV commercials and talking up his latest “brilliant” idea for a reality show. And, as usual, you’re mostly tuning him out, feeling a mix of exhaustion and…something else. Something that’s starting to feel suspiciously like relief.

Wade breaks off suddenly, his head cocked as he glances over at you with a curious look. “So, Y/n,” he begins, his voice dropping a few notches in volume—a rarity. “How’s our little…adventure going? You feelin’ the spark of life yet? The whole, ‘maybe being alive doesn’t completely suck’ kinda thing?”

You shrug, fidgeting with the edge of your jacket. “I mean, it’s…been okay. You guys are insane, obviously, but it’s not the worst.”

Wade grins. “Insane and proud, baby. It’s kind of our brand. But don’t think I haven’t noticed your little act.” He leans in, dropping his voice even lower. “You’re good at the sarcasm, the deadpan thing. But I can see the cracks, kid. What’s under there?”

You freeze, not sure how to answer. Part of you wants to laugh it off, throw a sarcastic line his way, but something about the way Wade’s looking at you, uncharacteristically sincere, throws you off guard.

“Why’re you asking?” you mutter, looking away.

He shrugs, casual but not unkind. “Because, believe it or not, I give a damn. And because if I’m gonna help you out of whatever pit you’ve fallen into, I need to know where to start. So…give me the lowdown. What’s so bad it made you wanna bail on this whole rodeo?”

You swallow, throat tight. The last thing you want is to spill everything, to lay out every messy thought and feeling. But the words are there, just behind your teeth, begging to be let out after you’ve kept them buried for so long.

“It’s…” You hesitate, searching for the right words. “It’s not one thing, okay? It’s like…everything.”

Wade’s eyes don’t leave yours, an unspoken encouragement in his gaze.

You take a breath, still unsure, but the dam is cracking, and suddenly the words are pouring out before you can stop them. “I don’t know, Wade. I just—I feel like I don’t fit. Anywhere. I’ve tried, I really have, but no matter what I do, it’s like I’m some kind of outsider. The kid who’s always…wrong. Like I don’t belong in my own life. And the more I tried to fit in, the harder it got.”

Wade nods, not interrupting, just letting you talk.

“School was a nightmare,” you continue, voice barely above a whisper. “People either ignored me or treated me like I was invisible. Even my own family doesn’t seem to get me. I just…there’s no place for me. No one who actually cares, and it’s been that way for so long that I can’t remember a time it wasn’t. And I know you’re supposed to push through or whatever, but I just got so tired, Wade. Tired of always feeling like I’m on the outside looking in. Tired of being…me.”

You shake your head, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice. “Everywhere I look, it’s like people have these lives, friends, family, things that give them a reason to wake up. But me? I don’t have anything, not really. So I started wondering…if I just disappeared, would anyone even notice? Would anyone care?”

Wade is quiet, watching you with an expression you can’t quite place. It’s not pity—thankfully, you don’t think you could stand that—but something softer, gentler.

“That’s why I went up there last night,” you admit, surprised by the honesty in your own voice. “Because I couldn’t stand the emptiness anymore. I thought maybe if I just…ended it, at least it would stop hurting, you know?”

There’s silence in the room now, even the usual background noise faded to nothing. You can feel the weight of your own words, a relief but also a vulnerability that makes you want to crawl out of your own skin.

After a moment, Wade shifts, sitting down next to you. “Hey, kid,” he says, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “I know that feeling. I know it all too well.”

You glance at him, surprised. “You? You seem like you’ve got everything figured out.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Oh, kid. I may be the king of talking big, but I’ve been where you are. Hell, I’ve been to worse places. You think I’m here just ‘cause life handed me everything I wanted? Nope. I got scars, inside and out, that’d make your head spin. And you know what? That ‘don’t belong’ feeling? I had that too.”

Wade pauses, running a hand over his mask, which he’s bunched up in his hands. “I used to think…if I could just disappear, maybe that would be the best thing for everyone. And that was before I became…this.” He gestures to his scarred skin, his voice low but steady. “When you look like this, people either turn away or look at you like you’re some kind of monster. It was…lonely. Really, really lonely.”

You swallow, something in his words hitting close to home. “So what changed?”

Wade smiles, a bit of his usual spark returning. “Well, I guess I just got stubborn. Figured if the world didn’t want me, then I’d make my own place. Found people—well, like the circus act you met last night. Turns out, sometimes family’s not about blood. It’s about…finding people who see the worst parts of you and stick around anyway.”

“Not everyone has that,” you murmur, glancing at the floor.

“True,” Wade admits, his gaze softening. “But kid, here’s the thing: you’re still here. And now, you’ve got us—like it or not.” He gives you a wry smile. “You don’t have to carry that weight alone anymore. I get it, I really do, but there’s no shame in letting someone else help pick up the pieces. Maybe you just haven’t found your people yet…but you’ve got me, and the squad. We’re not perfect, but we don’t go down without a fight.”

You look at him, a strange warmth spreading through your chest despite the heaviness of the moment. For the first time, you feel like maybe someone actually understands. Maybe, just maybe, you’re not completely alone.

“Thanks,” you say, the word barely loud enough to hear. “For…listening.”

Wade grins, reaching out and patting your shoulder, a bit rough but oddly comforting. “Anytime, kid. I’m annoying, sure, but you won’t find anyone more loyal.” He gives you a wink. “Besides, I told you—I’m not letting you off the hook that easy.”

You chuckle, feeling a little lighter despite everything. “You really don’t give up, do you?”

“Nope. It’s a gift and a curse.” Wade stands, offering a hand to help you up. “Now, you and me? We’re gonna keep going until you see just how much life’s got to offer. I mean, look at me—scarred, hated, stabbed on a daily basis—and somehow, I’m still here.”

You roll your eyes, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips. “You’re a walking disaster.”

“Guilty as charged,” Wade says with a laugh. “But hey, you stick around with us long enough, maybe we’ll rub off on you. Logan can teach you how to growl menacingly, and Laura can teach you how to stab with precision. Peter’s got the dad jokes covered. It’s a real all-inclusive experience.”

For the first time in what feels like forever, you feel a spark of hope. It’s small, fragile, but it’s there. Maybe life’s not all bright and shiny, and maybe you’ve got a long way to go, but with Wade and this dysfunctional crew, maybe there’s a chance you can start over. At the very least, you’re not alone.

“Alright,” you say, meeting Wade’s gaze with newfound determination. “I’ll give this a shot.”

Wade’s grin stretches wide, genuine. “That’s the spirit, Y/n! I knew you had it in you.” He throws an arm around your shoulder, squeezing a little too tight. “And hey, if it ever gets too tough, just remember—you’ve got us.”

You nod, letting yourself lean into the odd but reassuring presence of Wade by your side. For the first time in a long time, you feel like maybe there’s a path forward, one you don’t have to walk alone.

And with this crazy group, maybe that path won’t be as empty as the one you were on before.

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It’s the end of an era: Sophie Skelton has starred as Brianna in Starz’s Scottish historical fantasy drama, Outlander, for 10 years. How does she feel about it all coming to an end? Mixed emotions, from the five stages of grief to feeling positive about ending on a high. For us viewers at home, however, there’s still plenty of time to say goodbye: the season 7B finale will air on 17 January 2025, while season 8 is slated to air in the second half of 2025. We sat down with Sophie to hear all about it – plus what the actress will star in next.

Interview: Sophie Skelton

Hi Sophie, how’s life going at the moment?

Good, thank you. I’m still processing 10 years of the end of an era! Caitríona [Balfe] and I have been talking about it for a while, because you go through the five stages of grief a little bit when you finish something like this. It’s such a rare occurrence for TV to go that long, and there’s no manual of how to deal with the end, so I think it was quite a roller coaster of, well, the grief process. But we’re both feeling quite at peace now. I for one feel like I’m in a good place – just winding down for Christmas so I can hit the ground running in 2025!

It’s the end of an era! How did it feel when you kind of got the news that Outlander season eight would be the end?

I think originally season 7 was going to be the end, and I’m just speculating here, but maybe part of the reason they split it into two is because they knew that season 8 was going to come. Maybe they were trying to bridge a gap with the strikes… I don’t know! But I feel like Brianna is in a really good place. I feel like I’ve done everything I can do with that character. She has been through more than most people would go through in multiple lifetimes. 

I think it’s always good to tap out while you’re ahead and not to milk something, so hopefully we’re ending on a high. Season 7B is great, but season 8 is honestly the best season – so I think it’s good to leave it there.

Are you all wrapped on season 8, too, then?

Officially, yeah. We were holding on by an emotional thread for a while, because we were sort of finishing, and then there was a second unit going, and then we had press, and then we had reshoots. But we are officially done. I think we’ve all had three wrap days, but the last one was really sweet. Caitríona wrapped and then she came in for my final scene, and then she hugged me, and that made me break down crying. Then she and I went to the next stage over for Sam [Heughan]’s final scene, which was the last one. Then we had a little hug, the three of us, so it was a really nice way to close it off. It felt very peaceful in the end. 

How would you describe Outlander season 7b?

For Brianna, honestly, quite lonely. It was an interesting season for me. We shot it about two years ago, so thinking back, I spent a large amount of the time with the kids. As they say, acting with animals and children are the two most challenging bits, and on Outlander we have a plethora of that going on! In terms of storyline, it’s one of the sides of Brianna that I really admire. She’s really come into herself as a mother, and seeing her click into action mode and the lengths she’ll go to to save her children is really admirable. Sometimes when she has to defend herself, she’s not as brazen, but as soon as it’s for someone else, especially her children, we see a side of Brianna that we haven’t seen before.

Rosa Morris (“Mandy”) and Sophie Skelton (“Brianna Fraser MacKenzie”) in Outlander season 7. (Starz)

You’ve played Brianna for a decade now. Is there anything special you do to get into character?

One thing we’re lucky with on Outlander is that the sets are so magnificent and vast. Whether we’re on location or they’ve built a fake village, as soon as you’re on set, you feel halfway into it. It’s the same with me having an American accent and the wig and the clothing – you’re halfway in already, so that does a bit of your prep for you. I know Brianna inside out now, so honestly, it’s quite easy to just stream into set. But to stop myself from coasting, I do research. And there were a lot of things I felt I could channel from my own life into Bri this season, so that helped.

Is there anything in season 7B you’re really excited for people to see?

I really enjoyed the scenes with Chris [Fulton], who plays Rob Cameron. That was a really fun dynamic. And as I say, because I spent a large amount of the second part with the kids, it was nice to have some adult energy. I really like his way of working. He’s quite similar to me in that you just don’t know what you’re going to get, and every take could be completely different. We really bounced off each other, and it kind of felt like being in a play, especially because some of our scenes were quite physical. There are a few more modern day action sequences from Brianna, too, which was a different form of stunts than we’ve done before. So I’m sure people will enjoy a little injection of 80s fight scenes.

Is there anything you can tease about Outlander season 8?

As ever with Outlander, there will be some reunions. There are probably going to be some deaths. The heartstrings are going to be a little bit torn… One of the most exciting things about it is that you’ve got so many old and new faces back. It just feels like a really big ensemble, and I think that that’s such a magnificent way to go out. It’s like a big bang.

Any standout moments from rehearsals or filming?

It’s quite rare that a lot of us get to do scenes together, so the dinner scenes where we have a large amount of the principal cast together are really fun. It always feels quite sentimental because they’re rare, and we never know if that’s going to be the last one. That wasn’t necessarily different, but season 8 had the extra layer of upcoming loss. But they’re always just lovely because Outlander is heavy, you know! We work in really tough weather conditions. We do long hours, we do long weeks, and we’re pretty much just in the dark, wind and rain of Scotland all the time. So when we get these indoor scenes where it’s really intimate, there’s candles, it’s all of us together, they’re really fond moments. It feels like you can really just relax and enjoy the day a little bit more, as opposed to battling all the elements constantly.

Are there any locations from filming that have stood out as a favorite, or anything that you would go back to in your own time?

The Clava Cairns are so beautiful. When you go there, honestly, it sounds quite corny, but you can feel the weight of the land. The air is dense. Not in a heavy way, but you can almost feel the energy of the history there. And the land is just so quiet. There’s always a beautiful moon or a beautiful sunrise. We actually had one scene there where the moon looked too fake. The real moon looked too fake! They had to blot it out and put a fake moon in, because they were like, ‘no one will believe this is real’. It’s always windy and icy cold and it’s brutal, but it’s absolutely stunning. Especially when we do night shoots there, the calm and the quiet and the stars… It’s just surreal.

Outlander is coming to an end, but the universe is going to continue in a different series. Are you excited to watch it? How did you feel about that when you heard the news?

It’s a funny thing with the prequel coming out, because we were on our final season when they filmed, so it was very different energies, having the two side by side. They’re all coming in fresh, whereas we’ve done 10 years of this. We want to make sure that we see it through and do it justice. We really wanted to make sure that our attention wasn’t split, so I don’t know too much about the prequel. 

I know that there are rumors of some other spin off series, too, and I know Diana might have written some other spin off books. It’s one of the biggest shows in the world, so I’m sure that those series will do super well. It’ll be exciting to see if there are any mini Briannas that spin off. It would be very interesting to see who takes her over at some point. 

Sophie Skelton (“Brianna Fraser MacKenzie”) in Outlander season 7. (Starz)

Looking at future projects, are there any genres you’re craving?

It’s not necessarily about genre for me; I think it’s more that I’m looking for completely different characters. A different accent, a completely different time period for a while, let’s get rid of the corset for a bit! But honestly, loads of different things. I started in musical theater on stage, so to do something in that realm would be amazing. I also love really gritty dramas – psychological stuff. Something like Black Swan would be the perfect merge of everything.

Have any of your other projects stood out to you as a career highlight?

I just finished quite a tricky shoot during the strike, a small independent movie called Row. It’s about the first team crossing the Atlantic Ocean, and semi based on a true story before it goes a lot more thriller-y. I’m playing this blonde hippie-ish girl from Surrey and filming was going to be in Malta, so I was like, ‘Yeah, cool, this is different to Outlander. Different accent, I’m on a boat in the middle of nowhere, but it’s Malta, great!’ There’s one scene where she’s in a bikini on the boat. Sounds fantastic! Then a couple of weeks before shooting, they said, ‘because of the strikes and everything else, we’re actually going to film it in John o’ Groats’ – which is pretty much the most northerly part of the UK. We had super bad weather – 100 mile per hour winds – so we had to stop shooting a lot and we got behind. We were just on a rowing boat in the middle of a water tank right next to the ocean on a cliff. It was intense. But honestly, I think the film is going to be beautiful. It looks really gritty. It’s so fun to play something different. I’m excited to see it.

Who has been your favourite actor to work with in the past?

I worked with Nick Cage ages ago, which was great. He was so lovely to me; that was a good shoot. On Outlander, working with Tobias Menzies was amazing. It was great to work with quite a lot of seasoned actors like Maria Doyle Kennedy, too.

Which co-star did you learn the most from?

Caitríona is amazing. She knows how to fight for her cast and crew, she will make sure that everyone’s looked after. There’s often a lot of hierarchy in TV and film. She’s number one, and she could easily stomp that around, but she doesn’t. She puts everybody on a level playing field and treats everyone the same. I really respect that.

Do you have a dream role?

I love biopics. I love going down a rabbit hole of research and having to perfect little tics that the real person has. I was thinking about La Vie en Rose the other day, the Edith Black one with Marion Cotillard. Something along that route would be really cool. And hey, if there’s ever an Audrey Hepburn biopic, I would love to do that.

Who is a writer or director you’d love to work with?

Jesse Armstong and the Duffer Brothers. I think their writing is just so smart. It flows beautifully, and it’s just so gritty.

How do you find balance in your personal and work lives?

Not sure if I’ve mastered that yet! I’ve always been a very hard worker. Even as a kid, I’d be in ballet every day, and 1000 hobbies. I’ve always managed to fit more in a day than most people. I’m not very good if I’m not busy, so I am trying to manage the shut off between the two now by writing music, doing art and playing piano.

How can we all live a little bit better?

Do small acts of self care for yourself all the time. Someone said it to me recently, and I hadn’t really realised it was a thing. They were like, ‘you’re very good at doing little things that set you up for success for your future self’. It sounds so silly, but it’s the smallest things, like putting stuff away the night before so you don’t wake up to a dirty kitchen in the morning, or just biting the bullet sometimes because you know that it’s going to matter more to your future self than it might do now. Small acts of kindness to yourself. Career wise, it’s so easy now to look on Instagram, for example, compare yourself and just feel shit, frankly. I just have this daily reminder: put on your blinkers and win your own race.

Sophie Skelton Recommends…

I’m currently watching… Shrinking

What I’m reading… The Best Minds by Jonathan Rosen

The last thing I watched (and loved) was… Poor Things

What I’m most looking forward to seeing… Gladiator II and��Conclave

Favourite film of all time… Good Will Hunting and Uptown Girls

Band/singer I always have on repeat… Taylor Swift

My ultimate cultural recommendation… Talking to different cultures about how they celebrate the festive season.

Cultural guilty pleasure… Going to the pub for a roast every Sunday – the bottle of red with it is the guilty part!

[t0ast-ghost]

Hmmm mmmmmm I have so many boys thoughts and since I’m not sleeping tonight I guess I’ll write them down:

(Spoilers for the Boys season 4. Don’t cry over spoiled milk show! Go watch it for yourself)

- Truthfully I didn’t like Hughie in the second episode they just made him (super forcefully) bring up his mom. I did really like all his other bits though especially the stuff we’re getting into with a-train (really hope they actually go through with giving him plot, since he’s supposed to be the main character and all that or whatever)

- every time a character got close to another I legitimately asked if they were gonna kiss

- butcher is my wet cat sad puppy murdering babygirl, he’s slaying this season by actually communicating and I hope it stays that way

- This is the second time I’ve seen Jeffrey Dean Morgan play a horrible person willing to weaponize children for their cause… and he’s good at playing that part (I feel they gave his character a lot of what Butcher was in the comics)

- I really do like what they’re doing with A-Train

- I really do hate what they’re doing with Annie and Firecracker, I get they have to have personal conflict but this feels shallow and although it’s believable that this grudge would last I think there should have been more thought put into the stakes of their relationship (Curry and Moriaty’s acting was so good for the bit where Firecracker threatens her but the stakes are so low and the hatred in the writing doesn’t feel built up enough for her to have that big of a reaction to the threat)

- Going back to Hughie and his mom, I think Quaid’s acting for the bits with his mom were phenomenal, I could relate to his frustration and his sadness was palpable. I think a lot of their moments didn’t feel great and I couldn’t put my finger on it but the conversation about how her depression lead to her leaving felt like the truth finally came out and now it’s hopefully going to feel a bit more like things are moving forward for them

- I’m a little surprised they actually had a character like splinter. Simply because he felt straight out of the comics, and I know how much they’ve veered away from the comics. I really liked the scene where Butcher got to take out a bunch of them simply cause he got to be good ‘ol Billy Butcher

- Homelander has me on a roller coaster because I was going to write a post while watching about how they write him really well in a mindfuck kind of way because you slowly start realizing you’re relating to his character and you can understand his actions, and right before I wrote that post he told the deep to suck off a train and I stopped dead in my tracks. I was legitimately scared in that moment because that also felt like something out of the comics but the difference is that the tv show wouldn’t or at least didn’t go through with it

- Homelander this season is even more brilliantly acted, and seeing him with Sage is a new interesting experience. I was trying to figure out Sage’s motivations and I thought I knew but really I didn’t know because I was trying to say she was fighting for a cause. That is wrong. She is constantly manipulating the people around her but it is solely to benefit herself and her happiness. Yes, she helps Homelander and is honest with him because that is the best way to keep herself happy and alive. She’s smart enough to know that manipulating him or trying to agree with everything he says will be a dead end. She’s still trying to please him and is ultimately playing by his rules but she’s the smartest player because she knows being inauthentic will only end up losing you power, and if you’re on the end of two hot glowing red orbs anyway, why not at least have an actual say

- The gore is going well so far. I’ve appreciated it. Especially the beetlejuice-esque scene where Kimiko has her face torn off and you only see the back of her head and the reactions

- Ryan has so many good scenes. His scenes with Homelander are punctuated by quiet, you can hear every thought screaming through, but what would saying any of it actually accomplish? His scenes with Butcher are so heartfelt, I’m glad they’re finally able to talk. But Ryan still dealing with his grief and guilt is heartbreaking. And on top of that him thinking that the closest person to his mom seemingly hates him and would never want him adds so much to the emotional confusion that he’s experiencing. He obviously needs to leave Homelander, but he still doesn’t want to leave his dad which makes sense because this is currently the only source of love he has from anyone and it was promised unconditionally (even though it is very conditional)

- Frechie’s gotta tell that guy that he killed his family but I was really glad they gave him a boyfriend. I forgot that him and Kimiko weren’t a thing so I got really excited that Frenchie was getting to be awesome and polyamorous. I am glad that Kimiko has asserted that they are friends tho

- I am so intrigued by the brain worm

Thoughts upon second rewatch:

- Opening could’ve been bloodier or more horrific. They toned it down :( but the flesh and blood melting off that guys face was pretty good. And the Todd scene is pretty horrific.

- The way Ryan and Homelander speak in unison about people being ants is so telling, and makes sense with the later context of Homelander wanting Ryan to be an exact replica of himself

- The way that Ryan in this season is so focussed on fear, because he is scared but the people around him won’t admit to that, so when Butcher finally communicates with him and tells him that he’s most afraid of dying without making amends I think that finally gains Ryan’s trust back

- They really are changing Butcher’s character, he’s not just ‘do thing to get thing and it’s justified by the end result’ he’s finally thinking about the people around him and considering them even if the results aren’t fast. He doesn’t give the info to Vick, he doesn’t drug Ryan, and he’s really trying to help even if he is still being a shit about it

- The talk between Vick and Homelander in the opening is sooooo good cause of HL’s little voice crack, he’s losing it

- KIMIKO PAINTS HER NAILS!!! they’re blue :)

- I feel like Hughie’s hatred towards Vicky is forced upon him. Like I guess he hates that she lied to him (but if he thought about it he’d realize that it’s reasonable for her to want to hide her powers especially since she’s been shamed about them for most of her life) and I get they have very different views with her under vought’s thumb and all. But since they’re recruiting A-Train I’m wondering if there’ll ever be a bit of a redemption for her cause I feel like wanting supes to be allowed to live like normal people is not a bad thing, it’s just that she’s working with people who view supes as superior

- “He killed that poor cunt in broad daylight, and they fucking cheered.” Alongside Homelanders “I save people, they cheer. I fucking kill people, they cheer.” is like, they both understand this fact. Homelander will get what he wants no matter what and Billy wants to take him down a notch. Same as always and yet so many changes.

- I missed that the acid that Hughie threw on Vick was Frenchie’s creation the first time around. Also missed Hughie’s failed pep talk, I love that loser. I didn’t miss that no one else is able to understand Kimiko, which sucks

- I want Karl Urban and Simon Pegg to be in the same room again but that’s just my star trek fan talking

- Is that the first time Hughie and Butcher properly hug in the series?

- There’s a weird obsession with phones this season. Especially with hanging up on people. Also an obsession with “no/yes, sirs” which I think is them upping the show of power dynamics

- I thought that octopus sounded familiar. It’s Tilda Fucking Swinton.

- “He always knew he was destined for greatness, because he came from greatness.” Good job guys. I see your little joke

- I did not notice that all the guys setting up Firecracker’s stage were splinter who is played by Rob Benedict (Chuck in Supernatural)

- One of the background noises at the Truthcon mentions an “Alex Jones look alike contest”

- When Ryan throws Koi against the wall in other shows that would be his turning point. The point in which there’s no going back for him. So I’m really glad that it’s just the point in which he needs to talk to someone, that it really does upset him. Unfortunately he goes from one horribly emotionally repressed man to a slightly less emotionally repressed man who is dying

- I hope whoever that person that Kimiko knows turns into a new found family member

- M. M slowly realizing why Butcher was such a bitch to everyone on the team. And it’s because no one listens. Ever. Unless you’re actively threatening them in one way or another

- I don’t know what that bloody metal rod in Sage’s room means even after a rewatch. So I guess I’ll find out.

- Closing thoughts; bring in more A-Train and Hughie moments (also get people to call him Reggie so I don’t have to write A-Train every time)

Hughie has weed in his desk

If y’all wanna talk about this with me (especially after reading all that) feel free to do so

Uhhh more thoughts here

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Rebellious - Daryl Dixon

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A/n: I have named the mom and dad so you can just imagine like a celebrity’s face or something. Just be prepared that the dad in this is truly something else… I HAVE NOT PROOFREAD!

Category: Really smutty, it’s like a rebel phase rule against father type trope, I threw some angst in here too so be aware of that

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Season: Not a season since this is pre!apocalypse 

Warnings: Swearing, smut, drinking and drugs, mention of abuse, Daryl’s scars :/, reader is kind of a brat from time to time, lots of arguments between the father and reader, father being extremely rude to Daryl 24/7, pinv ROUGH unprotected sex and a lot of it, descriptions of sex, semi public sex, marking, ...get ready because it’s about to go down fast and it will be one hell of an emotional roller coaster. 

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Y/n was at the beach with some friends, some of these friends being boys. Her father was going to pick her up at any moment. Of course she could get home herself, being nineteen she was just home from college over the summer. She was hugging her friends goodbye when her dad pulled up, giving a longer hug to her friend Jonathan who had just gone through a heartbreak. He needed the comfort more than anyone else she knew at the moment.

She waved goodbye and hurried to the car knowing her dad didn’t like waiting. When she got to the car he did not look happy at all. Y/n cautiously got inside and closed the door, not looking over at her father. If he was mad the last thing she’d want to do is trigger him. As soon as she had put her seatbelt on, he sped out of the parking lot.

“Your mom wanted us to pick up some groceries before coming home so that she can cook dinner for us all.”

“It’s like 7PM couldn’t you guys have done this earlier today?” Y/n groaned annoyed.

“Little missy I’ve been at work all day, couldn’t you have gotten a ride home yourself then? The least you can do is not whine about having to go into the grocery store for ten minutes.” Her father scolded her.

“Whatever...” She mumbled.

Both of them kept quiet after that until her dad opened his mouth again.

“Who was that boy you had your hands all over?”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows not following what he just said. She hadn’t had her hands all over someone? Then it hit her.

“You mean Jonathan?” She scoffed at her fathers ignorance.

“Yeah that’s his name.” Her father confirmed.

“I gave him a hug, jeez dad. His girlfriend had cheated on him recently so he was sad and needed some comfort.” She explained, knowing her dad was gonna say some obnoxious thing back.

“Lord knows what you do to bring guys comfort.” He mumbled before turning off the car when he had parked.

Y/n scoffed, not believing what she had just heard.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She asked starting to get worked up.

“No time to argue honey, we’re here.” Her dad got out of the car.

Y/n got out of the convertible and slammed the door after her. She followed him without saying a single word. She knew it wasn’t worth arguing with a rich prick like her father because he never listens or believes he’s in the wrong. Although someone was for sure going to be arguing with him, a guy bumped right into him and then proceeded to continue walking like nothing happened afterwards.

“Excuse me!” Her dad raised his voice.

The two turned around and the one that didn’t bump into her dad caught Y/n’s eyes directly. The guy who bumped into her father looked like he was balding. Meanwhile, the shorter guy beside him had blondish brown hair that didn't cover his forehead in the front but it was normal length around his whole head. And it was outgrown so he hadn’t been cutting his hair recently.

“You couldn’t say excuse me after you just bumped right into me?” Her dad continued raising his voice.

“Look man,” the one who looked to be the older one of the two raised his hands in a manner to try and calm Y/n’s father down. “I didn’t notice, alright?”

“Didn’t notice? You rednecks can only do a few things and those things aren’t useful or good.”

The guy got offended by that and the two started arguing. Y/n started checking out the younger one who just stood there, glaring at her dad. She looked him up and down then she finally locked eyes with him. His piercing bright blue eyes made her breath get stuck in her throat. Y/n bit down on her bottom lip while still maintaining eye contact with the guy. She smiled at him and his cheeks looked like they were starting to blush. So he broke off eye contact and scanned her body instead. The cover up she was wearing had cleavage so her breasts were on display only being covered by her bikini. She noticed him staring and an even wider grin broke out across her face.

Her dad had apparently had enough of arguing with the other guy as he gripped his daughters arm to then pull her away roughly. That was when Y/n was forced to stop staring at the mysterious man. He watched her while who he assumed was her father dragged her away.

Y/n kept an eye out for this guy while her dad continued shopping, he was still pissed off. You could tell by the way he slammed the doors to the fridge and furiously went through the list of things to buy. It was actually quite sad to watch, watching him getting worked up for something as small as a little squabble. She knew her dad was a control freak and loved having power, that’s why he felt the need to push someone down over such a small thing. She caught him and the older guy standing at a self check-out, she knew she had to talk to him otherwise she’d never see him again.

She snuck away without her father noticing, with hurried steps she walked towards the two men. The younger one noticed while he looked around as the other one was paying for their stuff. His eyes scanned her up and down once again, now this time he seemed confused. He probably wondered what she wanted. Y/n hadn’t thought through what to say, maybe she should have.

“Hi,” she smiled at him, looking over at the older one as she caught his attention now too. “I just wanted to apologize for my fathers behavior. I know he’s a dick, he has this huge control freak, power obsession and low self-esteem type of thing going on.” She explained earning a chuckle from the both of them.

“We noticed, it was kind of hard to miss.” The older one laughed.

“Again, I’m sorry about that.” Y/n apologized once again, earning a nod from the guy as a way to say that it was nothing to worry about. “But I wanted to talk to you.” She turned to the younger one and smiled at him.

“I’ll wait for ya in the car.” The older one said before getting the receipt and patting the blond brown haired guy on the shoulder, he gave him a proud smile before walking out of the store.

Once he was gone the two maintained eye contact, his piercing blue eyes burning into hers again. His gaze was dangerous and she loved how he looked at her.

“I just wanted to ask you if I could get your number?” Y/n told him boldly.

She had learned to have confidence and go straight in when there was someone she was interested in. Where she went to college it was just to tell someone that you were interested and if they were you’d sleep together. This college nature wasn’t the same off campus but it was worth a shot. He seemed to get a little nervous by her confidence as he nodded shyly. She bit her lip to concede her smile while getting out her phone, she handed it to her and saw him type in his number. He handed it back to her without naming the new contact.

“And what should I name you?” She teased, raising an eyebrow at the guy.

“Uh- name’s Daryl.”

When she heard his voice for the first time, her knees instantly became weak. It was dark, had a strong accent and it was sexy as hell. Everything about him was. The muscles on his arms and how they flexed. His burning gaze, the way he scanned over her body a little now and then.

“Ya should know I don’t use ma phone that much.” Daryl explained, once again scanning over her features.

“Now you’ve got a reason to pick up the phone then.”

He nodded before asking; “What’s yer name?”

“It’s-”

“Y/n L/n you get back here this instant!” her father raised his voice for the whole store to hear.

Y/n sighed and looked over her shoulder to see her father standing there and he did not look happy. She looked back to Daryl who rolled his eyes at her fathers ignorance, making her like him even more.

“I think you and this whole store now know my name.” She giggled. “I gotta go, but I’ll text you and you better pick up Daryl!” Y/n warned him with a beaming smile on her face before hurrying off to her father.

He watched her cover-up slip up a little bit on her thighs when she sprinted over to the grumpy man standing by the vegetables. He turned around and left before she could catch him staring.

The following week went by fast. Y/n and Daryl were texting everyday, she had gotten to know him better but she was mainly flirting a lot with him. Then one day when she was laying in her bed without something to do she received a text from Daryl.

Merle is throwing a party at our apartment wanna come

She had found out that the older guy from the store was Daryl’s big brother. She hadn’t talked to him since that day or seen him so she didn’t really have an opinion on him yet. Y/n also knew that Daryl didn’t live in the nicest neighborhood, it was quite the opposite actually. Where he lived it was filled with shootings, robberies and other things you wouldn’t want to be near. Although Daryl knew if he was going to bring a girl from the rich part of town he’d have to look out for her all night long. Y/n thought it through and this was her chance to meet up with Daryl again, this showed that he was interested in her too. She needed to get out of the house, and her father had been picking on her more and more lately. All that was a problem here was fixing a ride down. She responded with;

yeah sure, i just gotta fix a ride somehow.

Daryl had sure listened to when she said he better pick up his phone because not even a minute later a reply from him came through.

i'll pick you up

She smiled at his text before sending her address. He told her to not dress too nice, just something regular. She understood what he meant with this, Y/n understood herself that she couldn’t come down there with a designer dress and a big diamond necklace. It was around 5 and Daryl said he’d be there at 8. Y/n hurried to the shower, she wanted her hair freshly washed and to smell nice when Daryl picked her up. She spent those three hours getting ready. Blow drying her hair, doing her makeup, styling her hair, picking out a perfume, putting on body lotion and picking out an outfit. As she attempted to do a 90’s blow-out look on her hair she put on a pair of semi low-rise dark blue washed tight jeans with a tight black top. The top had cleavage, she put it on for Daryl since she had caught him staring at her tits the week prior. Her makeup wasn’t anything too much, she didn’t add any eyeshadow, just some eyeliner along her lash line but no wing. She also had base makeup and some mascara. Once she was done it was almost 9PM. So she hurried to put on some sneakers and a pair of small gold earrings with a round gold bracelet.

Y/n made her way through her dad's mansion passing the housekeeper on her way out. She saw Daryl pull up when she stepped outside. He stared at her while she got into his old rusty beat-up truck. The car looked like it had been through a lot but Y/n didn’t judge. As long as she got to spend time with Daryl it didn’t really matter. It looked like he had tried to clean up the car a little before she came into it, there was a nude magazine on the floor and some crumbs from god knows what. She picked up the magazine and raised an eyebrow at Daryl while having a smirk on her face.

“Had to rub one out before you came to see me?” she teased while chuckling mockingly.

Daryl snatched the magazine from her hand and threw it behind his seat.

“They ain’t mine. They’re Merles, sorry ‘bout that.” He scratched his scalp feeling embarrassed from not noticing that it was laying on the floor of the truck.

Y/n smiled at him, she liked that he was respectful in that kind of way. Never once had he talked to her in an inappropriate way or said something disgusting like the guys back at her college. Daryl surely was something different.

“It was a long drive up ‘ere.” He said while starting the car.

The engine roared loudly, not starting at an instant unlike all of her fathers cars. You could tell this car was over twenty years old by just looking at it.

“Sorry if it caused you any trouble.” Y/n apologized not wanting him to go through too much trouble to go get her. “I could’ve gotten another ride down, it would’ve been fine really.”

“Nah, ‘ts fine. Only trouble it caused ‘s the dirty looks yer neighbors gave me.” Daryl looked over to her and smirked.

A huge grin broke out on her face. She knew multiple old people around here who were complete cunts. She already knew what type of looks they had given him, probably calling the police while they were at it. Now that they would see Y/n riding in the car her father would for sure find out and only that brought a sly smirk on her lips.

Daryl wasn’t joking when he said that it was a long drive, when they arrived down it was almost 10PM. He was parking the car while Y/n looked around. She had never been in this type of neighborhood before, in front of her was an old apartment complex that looked beat up. Graffiti on the walls and the roof nor walls looked to have been cleaned in the last decade. As soon as she stepped out of the car she could hear the booming music pumping out from one of the apartments. That must be where Daryl lives with his brother.

He motioned for her to follow him as he opened the door into the complex, he held it open for her and then told her that they had to take the stairs since the elevator was broken. The apartment they were going to was on the third floor, the front door stood open and directly when they got up by the last staircase Y/n smelled how it reeked of weed. It also smelled like vomit and dirt, but that was just the people who also reeked of alcohol.

Before they went into the small apartment packed with at least over sixty people, Daryl grabbed Y/n’s hand. She looked up at him when she felt him lace his fingers with hers. He looked at her as if he hadn’t done anything, his action earning a bright smile from Y/n.

The next couple of hours Y/n danced with Daryl. She had to force him onto the dance floor since he was a little shy and definitely grumpy about dancing. But there she was grinding against him, swaying her hips with the rhythm of the music. Daryl had his mouth by her ear pressing a kiss below it from time to time. Y/n had noticed that Daryl wasn’t much of a drinker, he only had one beer that he held onto practically the entire night. Meanwhile Y/n had two shots of vodka and a beer herself. The pair weren’t anywhere near drunk as they headed to the bathroom hand in hand. It was safe to say Daryl was bricked up, from all the grinding Y/n had been doing against him.

Once they got inside of the bathroom Daryl slammed the door shut before locking it, the loud music now more of a loud beat through the bathroom door. He immediately pressed his hips hard against hers, pinning her to the door with his body. The kiss he pressed to her lips was rough, hot and sloppy. Y/n let out a gasp of surprise when Daryl's hand groped her ass with his left hand while his right one was placed on her jaw. He took this opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, their saliva mixing. Y/n finally got a taste of Daryl and right now he tasted like beer and cigarettes. It was no secret that he smoked, it wasn’t something he tried to hide, he had already smoked three cigarettes in the short amount of time they’d been here. The clock was only like midnight. Y/n wrapped her arms around neck, bringing him closer to her body. Once he was close enough she pressed against him, in desperate need of some kind of friction.

With both hands on her ass he picked her up and carried her over to the sink. Not breaking the kiss Daryl undid Y/n’s jeans then proceeded to slide them and her panties down past her knees. He broke off the kiss before kneeling to the ground, Y/n kicked off her shoes making it easier for Daryl to take off her pants. He happily slid them off and then tossed them onto the floor. On his way up he kissed her legs all the way to her thighs. He stopped there and then stood up properly and spread her legs for him to get a good look at her pussy. Daryl groaned at the sight of her wetness, closing the gap between them at an instant he attacked her lips with sloppy kisses. He undid his belt then his jeans before letting them slide down his legs. Then he cupped Y/n’s face before pressing a long rough kiss to her lips, his teeth grazing hers.

Daryl gripped her hips and pulled her forwards so that his crotch was against hers. That’s when he pulled his erection out of his boxers, Y/n looked down at his dick and moaned at the sight of it. She instinctively spread her legs even more before wrapping them securely around Daryl. He guided his tip to her entrance, he kissed her neck before slipping into her making Y/n cry out as he bit down onto her neck. That bite was for sure going to leave a mark.

He started snapping his hips back and forth, in and out of her. His pace became intensely fast, as needy as they were for each other. There wasn’t anything romantic in the way Daryl was fucking Y/n at the moment. It was just their hunger for each other that she allowed him to ravish her. He continued kissing her neck while having a tight grip on her hips. All she could do was moan while he fucked into her brutally over and over again.

She moaned as he leaned into her ear while panting. Daryl angled his thrust and fucked balls deep into Y/n. With every thrust his balls tapped her ass making her scream out loud as he hit her g-spot over and over. Y/n tightened her grip around his neck when she felt the knot in her stomach beginning to undo itself.

“Fuck, Daryl!” She cried out, her walls clenched tightly around Daryl's length.

He grunted into her ear hearing her call out his name while clenching him firmly. The sounds escaping Y/n when she came brought another level of pleasure to Daryl. He felt himself getting close and fucked harder and harder with every thrusts, so hard that Y/n would be sore the next day. She bumped into the wall with each snap of his hips. His pace slowed down as he came closer and closer to the edge. Eventually Daryl stood still after burying his dick as deep as he could inside Y/n. She felt his dick pulsating inside of her before he filled her up with his seed. The warm sensation spread in her stomach while Daryl dropped his head on her shoulder and breathed heavily. Both of them had sweet sticking hair to their foreheads from dancing and fucking.

“Tell me yer mine…” he sighed and kissed her collarbone.

The thing he said caught her off guard, he wanted her to be his girlfriend? Y/n closed her eyes and hummed as he kissed her necks.

“I’m yours.”

That night after their intercourse in the bathroom Daryl drove her home. She was sitting in his car outside of the mansion her dad owned. It was around 2AM in the morning, they had left the party somewhere around 1. Daryl didn’t drink much so that he’d be able to drive her home safely. She looked over at her new boyfriend and smiled.

“I had a lot of fun with you tonight.”

“Feelin’ ‘s mutual.” Daryl told her before leaning in and pressing a long kiss onto her lips. “Yer so damn beautiful.” He praised while cupping her face, making Y/n’s cheeks heat up.

“Can we see each other tomorrow again?” she kissed his lips quickly before pulling back to ask the following question. “Perhaps go on a date?”

Y/n felt Daryl’s hand sneak to her waist down to her ass while they made out in the car before he pulled away and nodded. “Yea’ jus’ text me.”

She pecked his lips and said her goodbyes before watching him drive off. That’s when she turned around and walked towards the mansion, sighing when she saw her dad watching her from the living room window. Y/n knew this meant he’d heard from their neighbors what car she’d been seen in and by the look on his face he was not happy. As soon as she stepped inside the front door her father came rushing towards her.

“Do you know what time it is?” he hissed at her.

“Yeah, I have a watch on my phone.” Y/n sassed against him.

Her dad sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead at her attitude. “What were you doing with that redneck from the store and where have you been?”

“That redneck,” she snapped at him. “Has a name and it’s Daryl.”

“You ungrateful brat don’t you understand that you can’t go hanging around with those types of people!” her dad raised his voice. “I have a reputation to think of! What will people think when they see you drive around in some old shitbox with a disgusting redneck!?”

Y/n sighed at his ignorance. All he thought about was his reputation, that was all that mattered to him.

“I don’t give a shit what they think father.” She noted calmly. “It’s only you who is so superficial.”

That seemed to light a spark of anger in her fathers eyes. His chest was rising rapidly up and down while his nostrils flared.

“Go to your room! I don’t ever want to see you hanging around him ever again! If you do, you’ll be under house arrest for the rest of the summer!” he yelled into her face.

Y/n was too tired to fight with him, all she wanted was to step into her shower and wash the makeup mixed with sweat off her face and body. Without saying another word she walked up the stairs and went into her room.

The next day she woke up feeling good about life. She had a boyfriend, summer break from college and Daryl wanted to meet her today as well. Y/n couldn’t care less of what her father thought. She was an adult now meaning she could do whatever she wanted. Therefore she pulled out her phone and sent a text to Daryl;

let’s go watch a movie

Seconds later a reply came rushing onto her screen;

i dont have money

Y/n frowned at his response before coming up with a solution directly. She typed fast not wanting him to go away from his phone and read the text later;

don’t be silly Daryl I’ll pay for you or we could sneak in…

Her phone rang two minutes later, she knew Daryl wouldn’t want to accept her money at first and was probably thinking through what he was going to say to her offer.

theres an idea i’ll pick you up at 5

Y/n smiled at his text. They had a date for tonight. She was really falling hard for him, she just couldn’t help but to love everything about him. If anything he’d given her the best orgasm of her life last night, no one would compare to Daryl. He was truly something different.

The day went by fast and Y/n told her mother about her new love interest which excited her mother even though the boy wasn’t exactly wealthy. She persuaded her mother into talking her father into letting Daryl come over for dinner. Y/n knew her father would listen to his mother, he always folded when it came to her. Originally he didn’t want to have kids but her mother talked him into it. Though the after affects of it becoming the constant arguments between Y/n and her father.

At 5 Daryl was outside and Y/n hurried to his car longing to see him again, her father wasn’t home from work meaning he probably wouldn’t find out about this. Her mother had promised to keep quiet about the date and talk to him about letting Daryl come over.

Y/n told him about coming over and he was surprisingly chill about it. His only worries are her dad. She reassured him that if he did anything she would tell him off. Y/n had never and will never be afraid of her father. In her mind when he yelled at her that was just annoying. She found his whole presence annoying from time to time. She knew her dad didn’t ever want to have her in the first place because he’d made it pretty clear her whole life by the way he treated her.

Their date went well and two weeks later on a Saturday it was scheduled for Daryl to come over for dinner. Her dad was not happy about the fact that he was coming over but he did it for Y/n’s mothers sake. He dreaded seeing her upset. He didn’t seem to give less shits when his daughter was upset though.

At exactly 6PM Daryl rang the doorbell. He was really good at coming on time. She knew this would be liked by her mother, she would find him charming and adorable. Her dad was a lost cause and she just cared for her mother to get to know him with this dinner. She had told Daryl that too and he trusted what his girlfriends said about her mother. He couldn’t help but to feel his palms sweating while waiting for someone to open the door. Their housekeeper Maria opened the door and gave him a small smile.

“You must be mr. Dixon.”

Daryl felt weird, never a day in his life been called mister before.

“Yuh… that’s me.” He confirmed awkwardly.

“Please come in.” She welcomed him into Y/n’s home.

He’d never been in such a place before. The ceiling was far up, big spacing, expensive furniture and artwork everywhere, not a sign of dirt anywhere, the whole house was well-decorated and wellkept.

“Let me take your jacket, sir.” Maria offered, before he managed to react she had pulled the used old jacket off his shoulders.

Daryl had put on his newest and cleanest clothes, wanting to look as well kept as possible. He was wearing a pair of semi-loose fitted gray jeans and a black t-shirt. It wasn’t anything special but it was his newest clothes. When he stepped into the dining room Y/n caught his eye immediately. She watched how the tight fitted t-shirt hugged his muscles in the right way to get her underwear pooling. He had showered and tried to look wellkept. She couldn't help but to crack a smile at his efforts.

Y/n walked up to him before anyone else had a chance to say something or do something. She put her arm around his bicep, getting a feel of his muscles.

“Mom, dad this is Daryl. My boyfriend.” She introduced him to the two people sitting in their chairs at the dinner table.

The dinner table was big and for once her father wasn’t sitting on the end of it. He was sitting beside Y/n’s mother, who held her hand on his leg. That’s always what she did when she wanted to calm her husband down. Y/n guided her boyfriend to the table, she sat down across her father while Daryl had a seat across from her mother. Her mother inspected the guy in front of her with a smile on her face.

“We’re really happy to have you here, Daryl.” She smiled softly at him, the comment made Daryl loosen up a bit.

The moment they shared was instantly ruined by her father speaking up;

“You are, I’m not.”

Daryl shot a look his way and Y/n’s mother Adelaide immediately went to shut him up.

“Bennet, don’t be rude. He’s our guest.”

He only shook his head before calling out;

“Maria!”

The housekeeper came rushing into the dining room.

“Yes, master Bennet?”

Daryl had to restrain himself from letting out a scoff at the way she talked to him. Y/n’s dad really was the asshole she said he was.

“Go out into the hallway and count my antique sculptures for me. Make sure he didn’t steal anything.” He shot a dirty look Daryl's way immediately making him clench his fists.

Y/n sighed in frustration, she knew her father wouldn’t be able to keep quiet for just two hours. She noticed the way Daryl was clenching his jaw and fists, she reached out and put his fist in her hand rubbing it in a manner to soothe Daryl. It worked as he slowly loosened up and let go of the rude comment her dad had thrown his way.

“Let’s just eat, alright?” Y/n said as their plates were served to them by the house’s butler.

Daryl was shocked by this, never had he seen this type of luxury anywhere. The whole rich prick situation made him uncomfortable. The only reason he stayed in the room was because he didn’t want to disappoint Y/n.

They began eating and Y/n’s mother made smalltalk with Daryl wanting to get to know him better. Her father just stared at him in disgust, wondering why he let him into his house.

“How old are you?” Adelaide asked, genuinely curious.

“‘M twenty-seven.”

Her father looked like he was about to pass away. He slammed his fist on the table making everyone except Y/n jump at his reaction.

“You knew this?” he asked her.

Y/n nodded, rolling her eyes. 

“So you, a nineteen year old, think it’s okay to run around sleeping with someone who’s almost ten years older than you?” he raised his voice once again, growing angrier when Y/n shrugged carelessly. “You’re just whoring around to mess with me. Aren't you?” 

“What did you call me?” Y/n snapped immediately.

“You’re a whore. Sleeping with people ten years older? That’s disgusting, you disgust me.” Her father told her unashamedly.

Y/n looked at him coldly before deciding that she’d insult him too.

“Please, you’re only mad because he can get it up and stay hard without using viagra.”

“Do not talk to me that way!” her father yelled, slamming his hands on the table before pointing at her furiously.

“Then don’t talk to me that way either!” she yelled back. “It's okay for you to insult me and call me a whore but I can’t say anything to you?”

“I am your father!” He reminded her furiously, as if that would’ve been some excuse for his treatment.

Y/n was sick of him and how he treated her. She didn't think before she screamed at him;

“Then start acting like one!”

With that she stood up and threw her father in his face. She gripped Daryl’s hand and pulled him out of there. The pair heard her father calling after her and calling her all sorts of stuff. Daryl grabbed his jacket and put it on while he left with Y/n. He put his hand on the small of her back as they reached the car he spun her around.

“Are ya okey?” he asked in a low whisper, his accent strong from the emotions he was feeling.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him into a hug. She needed his closure right now. “I’m sorry for what he said to you.” She apologized with her face buried in his shirt.

“‘t’s fine, are ya okey?” Daryl kissed her on the top of her head and wrapped his arms tighter around her.

“I’m fine.” She sighed before pulling her head back, she looked up at Daryl before pressing a long kiss onto his soft lips. “Can we just go somewhere?”

He nodded and pressed a kiss onto her lips. “Anywher’ ya’d like.”

That evening Y/n and Daryl drove around town just enjoying each other's company. Later at night they arrived at Daryl’s apartment complex since Y/n didn’t want to go home yet. Daryl had agreed to let her stay over one night. He didn’t like it when she was in his neighborhood because it was dangerous, but it was something about the way his name rolled off her tongue in the sweet tone she used that made him give in. When they entered the apartment Merle was propped on the couch meanwhile his hands roamed a girl's body. The two of them didn’t notice Y/n and Daryl as they were too deep into their makeout session. The apartment was still dirty from the night before. There were beer bottles everywhere, puke in a corner of the living room, it smelt like shit and there were pills laying on the kitchen counter in a tiny plastic bag. Y/n had no idea what it was and something told her she didn’t want to know either.

Daryl grabbed her hand softly and led her to his bedroom. His bedroom was tiny with a bed that almost took up the entire space. It smelled of smoke and Daryl had some posters up on his wall and an old dresser. There was a window in his bedroom that you could see out on the streets through, although Daryl had the blinders shut because he didn’t enjoy having the sun burn into his room in the morning.

“Have a shirt I can borrow?” Y/n asked, looking between the bed and Daryl.

He nodded at her and pulled out a drawer from his dresser. He threw her an old metallica t-shirt, Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, Daryl had not once mentioned music while they talked.

“You into metallica?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Who?” He furrowed his eyebrows at her.

The two watched each other in confusion before Y/n let out a soft giggle. She turned the t-shirt around so that he could read what it said.

“Nah, I found that at tha thrift shop. Didn’t know it was related to music.” He explained.

“Fair enough.” Y/n said before turning her back to Daryl “Unzip me, please.” She asked him, he took a hold of the zipper and dragged it down before taking off the black dress she was wearing.

She had wanted to look pretty for the dinner at her place but that went to shit. Meaning she had dressed up for nothing, Y/n knew she wouldn’t be able to take off her make-up but that didn’t matter to her right now. She was just grateful Daryl had given her a place to sleep.

She took off her bra with her back still facing Daryl before putting on his big thrifted t-shirt. According to her it smelled nice, it smelled like Daryl. His scent was some cheap barely holdable deodorant mixed with cigarettes. That smell somehow made Y/n feel safe. Even though she was in a dangerous neighborhood, she knew Daryl was there to protect her if anything were to happen.  

After she got dressed and removed her jewelry, Y/n sat down on Daryl’s bed. She watched him stand in the same spot as before, watching over her. This managed to crack a smile on her face, knowing he’d watched her change and studied her body.

“Come on, let’s sleep.” She leant forward and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards her. “Get out of these clothes.” She smirked, tugging his shirt upwards.

Daryl immediately grabbed her hands harshly and took them off him making Y/n furrow her brows at him. He’d never grabbed her like that before it was almost like he panicked. A thick tension came over the room and all that you could hear was the girl in the living room moaning as Merle fucked her. No one of the two said anything, they stared intensely at each other.

She tried again reaching her hands to unbutton his jeans and this he approved of. He let out a grunt when she undid the zipper, grazing his dick with her knuckle when she did. Daryl kicked off his shoes, revealing that he wasn’t wearing any socks. Y/n tugged his jeans down until they fell off themself.

“You looked so hot today, that shirt and those jeans really showed off your body.” Y/n bit her lip looking up into his eyes.

His eyes had darkened, Daryl leaned down to press a rough kiss against her lips. Y/n allowed him to guide her body down onto the mattress. Her hands went to his hair as she gripped and tugged at it, this making Daryl let out a grunt. She slid her tongue into his mouth, their saliva mixing once again. Everytime they made out it reminded Y/n how much she loved the taste of Daryl. She squirmed in his grip when he groped her breast roughly. Y/n began tugging at his shirt once again and Daryl took a hold of her wrists and pinned them down onto the mattress.

“Don’t.” He warned in a low tone, looking her straight in the eyes.

His tone sent a cold shiver down Y/n’s spine. There Daryl went again, turning into someone she didn’t know. His strong grip on her wrists hurt her, he was holding her too tightly. She understood now that he didn’t want her to remove his shirt, she had no idea what he was hiding from her but she knew she had to respect his boundaries.

“Daryl, you’re hurting me.” Y/n whimpered, trying to squirm out of his grip.

Whatever trance Daryl was in passed in a second when he realized he was hurting her. Immediately releasing her wrists he sat at the edge of the bed, ashamed of himself. Y/n noticed and sat up behind him.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, leaning her head against his shoulder blade.

“Nothin’... I just- I didn’t mean to hurt ya.” He explained running a hand through his hair.

“I don’t know what it is that you are afraid of to show me… just know that I would never judge you or think less of you because of anything you could show me.”

Daryl turned around to face her, when he noticed her worried expression he didn’t know what he was fearing anymore. The last person that would judge him in this world was Y/n, if he showed her he’d be vulnerable and he was afraid she’d laugh at him. Making the decision to be brave and he knew he had to be honest with her if he wanted this relationship of theirs to continue.

“Okey… ���m gonna take off ma shirt then we’re not gonna say anything more to each other today. Alrigh’? Let’s jus’ go to sleep.” By the way he explained it to her she knew he was ashamed of something.

She knew it was important that she respected him in a situation like this. Therefore she looked him in the eyes and placed her palm over his rough hand.

“Okay.” She whispered.

Y/n laid down beside the wall in the bed, she heard Daryl take a deep breath before he slowly took off his shirt. She had to restrain herself from not gasping out loud when she saw the horrendous scars on his back. It all made sense to her at that moment, why he didn’t want her to remove his shirt. She had wondered why Daryl didn’t have any contact with his dad but when she had brought it up he was quick to dismiss it. He always told her that his dad was an asshole and his mom was dead. After seeing what she had just seen she fully believed that his father was an asshole. All she wanted to do was hug Daryl and tell him how strong he is and how he deserves the world. Although he had told her not to make a big deal out of it, it didn’t feel like her place to make a big thing out of it.

Daryl had laid down in the bed with his back facing her, he didn’t want to see the look on her face because he was afraid it wasn’t going to be anything good. He jumped slightly when he felt Y/n trace on of his scar on his upper back. He wondered what she was doing until he felt her soft lips press against the mark. Daryl let out a sigh of relief, he turned around to face her. Only then did he see the look on her face. He felt the most comfort he’d ever felt in his life as she kissed his forehead before pulling him into her chest. And that’s how the pair fell asleep that night, with Daryl snuggled up against her chest while she ran her hand through his hair. Both of them trying not to cry.

Y/n was woken up the next morning by Daryl who was tracing his finger along her jawline, admiring her face as he did. It felt well having shown her the part of him no one had ever seen before. Once Y/n understood it was Daryl tracing his fingertips along her features she couldn’t hide the huge grin that broke out onto her face.

“What ya smilin’ ‘bout?” He asked, his voice raspy making him sound sexier than ever.

She fluttered her eyelashes before looking at him. She smiled even wider before kissing him passionately.

“I’m always so happy when I’m with you, you know?”

Her words made butterflies erupt in Daryl’s stomach. He felt the same though but never in his entire life did he think he was going to date a rich girl. He’d always seen them as self-absorbed and ignorant, not one girl with money had even made an effort to look his way. All of them saw him as some kind of peasant because he was poor, as someone they’d find maintaining their vegetable garden. But here he was brushing strands of Y/n’s hair behind her ear while smiling at her like an idiot, happier than he’d ever been.

“Can we go back to my place today? While my dad is at work, of course.” Y/n suggested to which Daryl scrunched his nose upwards.

“I don’ like tha way he treats ya…” he sighed.

She stared at him in awe, it was obvious Daryl cared for her a lot. But she had a plan for revenge against her dad. If Daryl agreed to it was the whole trouble of the idea she had come up with.

“He’s an asshole, let’s just forget about him and go back to my place while he isn’t there to ruin the mood.” She smiled, running a hand through his hair.

“Okey, fine.” He sighed.

Y/n bit her lip to not smile even wider, she leaned in and pressed a long soft kiss onto his lips. The two laid in his bed talking about different things and didn’t care about anything else as Y/n made Daryl chuckle. His laugh and smile was something that was rarely seen, but she managed to make him crack a smile from time to time.

Once they got out of bed Y/n got dressed in her black dress and looked at her makeup from the night before. It was smushed and looked like Daryl and her had been going at it all night although that wasn’t the case. She touched it up as much as she could with her fingers while Daryl helped her zip up her dress. He got dressed in the same clothes as yesterday because he heard what she’d said about his outfit the night before.

“Come on, you’re just doing that to tease me.” Y/n groaned at the sight of him in the t-shirt that fit him perfectly.

He just gave her a sly smirk. She rolled her eyes and the two left the room after Y/n had put her jewelry back on. They were walking into the kitchen where Merle was standing, already dressed and ready to get his day going. He caught the sight of the two, looking Y/n up and down. He grinned when he saw her face, by the look on his face she could tell what he was thinking.

“Looks like ya got lucky lil’ brother.” He chuckled. “She certainly is a nice one though, looks like an upgrade from all those dumb college bitches.”

Daryl just scoffed at him in anger while Y/n gave him a dirty look, choosing to ignore the statement of Daryl bringing home a lot of girls. This was the first thing Merle had said to her since the store.

“We got that business to take care of tomorrow so ya can’t go running off with your new fling then.” He said.

Y/n couldn’t ignore the stab she felt in her stomach. If he referred to her as a new fling maybe what she had with Daryl wasn’t anything special. Maybe he brought home new girls all the time. Those thoughts were dismissed when she heard Daryl speak up;

“What do ya mean “new fling”, I haven’t had any others, have I?”

“Whoa, calm down.” Merle smirked at him. “Ya already know this only will last a week more, like all your other relationships.”

Y/n felt an uneasy feeling in her stomach, by what Merle had said and also because of the way Daryl was staring at him. The tension between the two men was strong and made Y/n feel uneasy. Merle and Daryl looked ready to fight each other but Daryl caved after a while. Grabbing Y/n’s arm before pulling her away hurriedly. That’s when she understood his brother had a hold of him in some kind of way, he was kind of submissive to him. Just as if he was manipulated, she understood Merle had been more of a parenting figure to him than anyone else. That’s why he pulled her away from the scene and didn’t say one more word.

They got to the car and Daryl got inside without a further word. He started the car and looked out on the road as they began moving. Y/n watched over him carefully, she could tell he was angry. What Merle had just said bothered him a lot, she wondered if it was because he didn’t think it was true or because he knew it was true.

“What the hell was that?” She managed to get out after a while.

“Let’s jus’ not talk ‘bout it.” He shut her up immediately.

“Well, I want to talk about it.” Y/n pushed, making Daryl’s gaze snap over to her for a second.

“What ‘s ther’ to talk ‘bout?” He asked, looking back onto the road.

“For starters, is what he said true?” She wondered, preparing for the worst.

Daryl chewed nervously on his bottom lip, thinking through what he was going to say to not make it sound wrong. “Yea’, all my other relationships have gon’ ta shit in two months.” He looked into her eyes. “But I never showed them… you know.” Daryl averted his gaze from hers, looking down onto the floor.

Y/n looked at him with soft eyes, he must trust her a whole lot to have shown that. She didn’t know what to respond with which resulted with her staring at Daryl. This made him nervous thinking she was mad at him or something.

“Not even Merle has seen it… I dunno- I just-” he was cut off by Y/n placing her hand on his leg.

The two locked eyes again, she rubbed her thumb on his leg making his shoulder untense slowly. “It’s fine, Daryl. He doesn’t know how this will end, he doesn’t know anything about us.” She reassured him, watching as his grip on the steering wheel loosened up a bit.

He nodded and the rest of the ride to her house was silent. A sort of silence that was both comfortable and uncomfortable. They had talked about it but not talked about it all. There were still things none of them brought up, like how she wondered how many girls he had brought home. She chose not to ask him about it though because he’d probably accuse her of calling him a slut.  

Once they reached Y/n’s front porch they looked at each other with love in their eyes but also pity. They both felt bad for each other, Daryl because he didn’t want Y/n to think that she meant nothing to him. He felt guilty for being too much of a coward to tell her the truth. Meanwhile she felt bad for Daryl because he was clearly upset, and she felt like it wasn’t her place to ask him about something so personal as his past relationship or how his brother is to him. Her heart was aching for how hurt he had been in the past and it was clear now, more than ever, that Merle wasn’t making it better for him.

She opened the door for him, the house was empty this time of day. Her mother was out at the country club with some friends having lunch and her father at work. Y/n led Daryl into the living room, or one of them. The mansion she lived in was absolutely huge, Daryl had never ever seen anything like it. Everytime he stepped a foot in there he could hear Merle echoing in his head to snatch something they could sell for a lot of money. They sat down on an overly expensive white couch that her mother had bought. She was into furniture, antique or modern. It didn't matter as long as it was expensive.

“For a couch worth forty thousand dollars, it sure is pretty uncomfortable.” Y/n stated, making her boyfriend look over at her with a surprised expression.

“Forty grand?” He almost shouted.

She nodded in response. “I know.”

Daryl once again scoffed at all this rich people shit, earning a grin from Y/n. She immediately leaned in to kiss him. Quickly capturing his lips with hers, she grabbed at Daryl’s biceps while kissing him harder and harder. He took his opportunity to start groping her, her breasts, ass, anywhere he could grab onto. She gasped into his mouth and smiled, breathing heavily into his mouth. Daryl also smiled and then pulled her on top of him. With his hands gripping her ass she slid her hands up and down his chest while she pressed her covered heat against his growing erection.

Y/n squealed surprised when Daryl flipped her so that she was now underneath him. He began pressing wet kisses on her neck, latching onto her sweet spot that he found with ease. He marked her neck and her hands were rubbing harshly up and down his upper back and shoulders, desperately searching for more friction while bucking her hips upwards.

She groaned feeling Daryl's lips leave her neck and wondered what he was doing as he stopped touching her completely before hovering with his face above hers. Y/n let her hands stroke his cheeks while he looked deeply into her eyes, she could tell he was still upset. Daryl then went down to press the most soft and delicate kiss to her lips. The action so sweet Y/n practically melted by his touch.

“Ya know that yer not jus’ nothin’ to me right?” He mumbled against her lips, his mind preventing him from being able to give himself to her from the consuming guilt.

“Of course… or… I do now at least.” She searched after his eyes, he was refusing to look into hers.

“So ya believed wha’ Merle said?” The tone he used was enough to break her heart.

He sounded genuinely hurt, he probably felt very judged. When he actually looked into her eyes it was her time to break off the eye contact bashfully.

“I don’t know… I just feel naive if I don’t when you don’t even want to explain what he meant.”

This time Daryl stayed quiet and Y/n could feel his gaze burning through her. That gaze meant he was growing angry. From only the small amount of time they’d known each other it had been so easy for her to get to know and recognize Daryl’s body language, also what ticked him off and what didn’t. She gazed back softly into his eyes.

“That’s jus’ it! He dun mean anythin’.” He exclaimed while sitting up.

“Daryl, it’s okay… I won’t ever believe him again because now that you’ve explained, I know how he works. Maybe this is why your other relationships haven’t worked, because you are too afraid of your brother and also to communicate!” The last sentence that came out of her mouth was supposed to be sweet and comforting, it turned out to be anything but that.

Daryl looked at her angrily before his eyes softened after a minute. He had debated on who to believe, because Merle had always told him otherwise. That it was their fault and they wanted to separate him and his brother. The longer he thought about it the more he realized that she was right. Daryl was afraid, not of his brother but to lose him because he felt like he was the only one who had ever cared for him. Now it was different, he had a girl who had opened his eyes up to new things and who he could snuggle up against and feel safe with.

“Yer right…” he mumbled. “’M sorry.”

“Don’t apologize Daryl, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Y/n leant forward and kissed him on the lips carefully.

“I- I think I love ya…” he confessed, the words first swept her off her feet and took her by complete surprise.

“Oh, Daryl…” she sighed lovingly. “I love you too.” She jumped forward and kissed him with a huge grin on her face.

“Yer crazy girl.” He chuckled before going back to his position on top of her.

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POPPY AND NOAH A NEW DUO? RUMORS ON DATING? Is this PR or Simply Mediocre?

FANS GETTING HEATED?

POPPY WANTS FAME AND NOTHING ELSE?

Hi, hello. If you are looking at this post, I am solely going to journal this through your social network.

Let me first introduce myself.

I am an anon. But you can call me Maria.

Here on this tumblr is tea spilt over thousands of tweets on twitter.

More so to Poppy and Noah.

Now let’s get the story straight. Poppy. Oh yes that word that echoes through one persons ear, right to the next. But how did she manage to become one of the controversial people that now has a million streams globally?

That’s a question we’re going to answer today.

It seems like a lot of people are heated. More heated than anything else that Bad Omens themselves have been experiencing in this delusional roller coaster of drama for the past few decades.

But why Poppy?

Moriah or Poppy as her nickname developed fame over YouTube. Spilling fame doing nothing but making videos of herself, involving quite a lot of YouTubers along the way.

Though her career was launching, a lot of people seemed to not like her due to various reasons.

Now that she’s with Bad Omens and frontman Noah Sebastian, it seems that she has started a whirlwind of chaos and drama.

But why?

Let’s start with the most popular and most listened song VIOLENCE AGAINST NATURE.

Since it’s mainstream people have been listening to it, and taking their own opinions on it. But it seems the farther it was to promote Poppy’s new album it seems like it was a way to get poppy in the spotlight.

Take it as alleged because we will never know about it.

But back to poppy 😃.

Some say she’s a mediocre artist just searching for attention. Which I agree with the most.

But with Bad Omens that’s something completely different. Front man and lead singer Noah Sebastian chose to write a song and have Poppy play the lead verse and chorus of this song.

But why?

Easy. Ever since their OST DEBUT for their comic book series came out, they chose to and yes chose several and various artists to collaborate with. This included We Are Fury, Erra, HEALTH, and many more.

But something about Poppy stood out than most. Her vibrational voice that just kept people guessing for more. Yet, the outcomes and situations now have escalated more into chaos than anything else.

Now that she drove back to the social media and social platform of fame once again, it seems like she’s leaning more on Bad Omens than her own personal album.

Why?

To promote her albums, so she can get the spotlight she always wanted. Although I highly hate this. To say.

But why Noah Sebastian?

Does she have something that she likes about him? Or is it just to get Noah’s fame and attention? More so to get it away from Bad Omens. Causing a whirlwind of controversy.

As for many of us we know Bad Omens didn’t get the easy fame most people would expect right away. Not until their third album “THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND.”

Came out.

Millions of streams and over 165 streams on Spotify, with a golden record now on hold. It seems to me their 10 year contract with Sumerian Records that somehow Sumerian made them more attracted to the public audience in less than a week.

Now with Poppy being involved and involving herself with Bad Omens seems to be causing a lot more problems.

To the extent where Bad Omens might be blocking fans due to the extent of hating on Poppy more than anything in this world.

So is it really a PR Stunt?

To me it definitely seems and looks like it.

But why are fans heated over such a popular figure and now public figure? Noah Sebastian?

It’s an easy answer. Because people are taking it way too far and personal that it seems as if they only want Noah’s face on every cover except for Poppy.

Either way this has caused rumors on them dating whether or not this is true, Poppy made and asked her way towards the metal scene.

This wasn’t due to dating Noah Sebastian.

She wants the same thing as Noah. To be famous. So where do these fans have against it?

Easy.

She’s just not built for it.

It’s driving people insane, to where they’re just sick of seeing Poppy’s face all over the place. Whether or not it’s with Noah, or herself alone.

Noah’s New Potential and “New Partner”

Now this leads to people even saying that they’re excluding the rest of the band. Including Nick Folio, Nicholas Ruffilo, and Jolly or Joakim Karlsson.

In which RockSound included a magazine with just Poppy and Noah on the front cover.

Now that’s a whirlwind of fucking chaos. From various people stating that the band is breaking up, to Poppy and Noah dating.

Listen. I’m just here to spill the tea here. Noah and Poppy aren’t dating. She wants clout and attention.

She doesn’t even know what she’s doing. Which is oddly ironic considering this mediocre woman finds and slithers her way to fortune.

But anyways.

What do you guys think?

Personally, I think it’s just complete nonsense and waste of time.

I mean my only question is why would Noah Sebastian himself actually want to work with Poppy???

Is she something special?

[zenxvii]

character: kyung-jun x fem!reader

kdrama: night has cone

!!: thoughts are in italics

🫶🏻: lovers to exes, toxic relationships, su!c!de, depressi0n

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“God damnit! I fucking hate you, oh how I wish the mafia would kill you next!” His voice echoed through the hallways and my heart shattered.

“Oh, I’m sorry..” I mumbled as I took few steps back before completely turning around and running away from everyones eyes with tears running from my eyes.

I ran straight to my room and slammed the door shut. I sat on the ground leaning against the door with tears just pouring out of my eyes.

Why did I go back to him. This happens every time.. somehow I can’t get away from him. Why do I let him walk all over me. Why am I so pathetic.

I heard a knock in the door and few voices. I wasn’t sure who was there because of my own sobs blocking my hearing.

- few months back -

“Gosh! y/n you really are so fucking pathetic! Nobody likes you and I only pretend to like you! Like why can’t you just leave me alone or die!” Kyung-Jun spat in my face and I felt terrified.

It wasn’t because of his loud yelling or angry face, it was because he was right. I’m a nobody, nothing. Maybe I shouldn’t live.

- more memories -

“Fuck you!” He yelled and punched me in my face. He had never ever before laid hands on me. This one actually was my fault. I had made an argument about his bullying. I never intended it to start a fight I just wanted to help him.

“I’m sorry.” I said and hid my face.

- back to present -

Of course there was tomes when he was romantic and loving. Like for the time we went to amusement park because I wanted to have a date there and he held my hand in the roller coaster because I was scared.

Or the time when he t up at my door with roses and apologized for the fight from the night before.

“y/n..please open the door.” Now I recognized the voice. It was Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won. “No.” I mumbled thinking they wouldn’t hear me.

I stood up from the floor and walked towards the window. Should I..

Why not, it’s not like he would care. He pretends to card but I know he doesn’t, at least not anymore.

I opened the window and sat down at the window. My legs shivered from the nights cold air. If I do this, I won’t turn like the others. Maybe this would be more peaceful.

“We’re coming in!” Was all I heard with a door opening before pushing myself off with my arms. “Y/N!”

I felt myself falling, It was peaceful. No worries to think about anymore. Just death.

-

“l/n y/n was executed by herself.”

“l/n y/n was a civilian”

-

Kyung-Jun pov

“l/n y/n was executed by herself.”

What the fuck..

“l/n y/n was a civilian”

I got up and walked away from the cafe towards her room. I noticed her door open and walked in to seen that mansa freak and her friend.

“What the fuck did you do to her!” I demanded to know. “N-Nothing!” Yoon-Seo said but I didn’t believe her. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!” I yelled at them and grabbed Yoon-Seos collar. “Stop it!” Her pathetic friend said but I just pushed her away.

“Last chance. What did you do!” I said and shook her but then people cane running our way and peeled me off of her and held me back. “TELL ME YOU WITCH WHAT DID YOU DO TO Y/N!”

“She jumped herself.” The mansa said and went to Yoon-Seo. “No she wouldn’t have!” I said and tried to get out of my classmates grasp around me.

“She did and it’s all your fault.” Mansa continued and shook her head. “You are the ine who always manipulated her to love you and then hur her again. Ahe was a kind soul and a person, you destroyed her. You treated her like shit, like she didn’t matter. You made her think that her life was worthless and that she is worthless. You are the ine who kept complaining about her present and wished how she was dead. THIS is all your fault.!”

“You Go Kyung-Jun are the reason whg she is bow dead.”

-

I had got out of y/ns room and now I’n at the cafe. I locked the doors and sat down on a chair holding my head in my hands. Fucking y/n.

I never really wanted her to die, I just let my emotions out the wring way. If we’re being honest she was the first girl I’ve ever loved. I loved her but I wasn’t good at showing it. Screw it I was terrible at showing it. I was mean to her so she would leave because I knew in the end I wasn’t good enough for her and would end up hurting her.

And now I had done it. I had hurt her so badly that I actually hurt myself too.

-

sorry for the short fic I just wanted to do some angst but not too bad or I’d actually cry.

😞

[augustvandyne]

Angela Lopez x reader

Angela is going into labor and reader is racing against time after a stressful call and reader makes it just in time for Angela to start pushing

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yes guys please keep sending the asks for angela tim and lucy!!

maybe a part two where they are taking care of the baby? what do we think?

baby, baby

“Does God hate me or something?” You scoff, staring at the big TV in the conference room.

Of course a case you’d been following for weeks on end finally had a solid lead the second you were unavailable.

You were helping Angela into the car to take her to the hospital, as Grey had called you with the news.

He knew today was Angela’s due date, but he thought maybe he’d had a day or two, because not everyone’s baby came on time. But Angela’s baby was coming in a few hours, tops.

You’d dropped her at the hospital, made sure she was settled, and rushed to the station, hoping to be back as fast as possible.

That hope was crushed when you found out what the lead was.

The worst part was you were the leading detective on this case, so it had to be you to check out the lead.

The lead was an hour away, at one of the high security prisons. You were heading there as soon as you got word, along with Lucy for backup.

“Are you excited for the baby?” Lucy beams with excitement as you pull into the prison parking lot.

“I’m terrified,” You let out a shaky breath, your eyes never leaving the gravel. “What if I don’t make it back in time to see our baby be born?”

“That’s nonsense,” Lucy lays a reassuring hand on your arm. “I won’t let it happen.”

“It’ll be okay,” You tried to assure yourself, but it didn’t help at all.

Angela messages for the hundredth time, and you’re afraid to check. Scared to not only find messages involving curse words and Spanish and only god knows what else, but the haunting words, it’s time.

You skim through them quickly to make sure she doesn’t message saying she’s in labor or that your baby was born without you being there, and that she was leaving you.

If you had one nightmare, it would be Angela leaving you.

These past nine months have been a roller coaster. Not knowing when you would have your cute and cuddly Angela, or your ruthless, Detective Angela, but it would be totally worth it in the end.

If it’s made you realize one thing, it’s that you love her more than anything, and you’d never leave her—but you can’t say the same for her.

“Y/n,” Lucy says your name for the third time, you not even realizing, too worried about how Angela is doing and whether you’d even make it back in time. “We need to head in now if we’re going to make it back before Angela starts giving birth.”

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” You close your eyes and shake your head.

Turning the car off, you and Lucy hop out, basically sprinting into the prison.

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You’re so grateful to hear that this wasn’t a dead end lead, but you are so getting murdered today.

Whether by Angela, Grey, or by speeding.

Angela had texted you five minutes ago, telling you she was eight centimeters dilated.

In other words, she was close, and you were fucked.

Grey may kill you because you are illegally using the police car right now. Your lights and sirens are on, and you are going way over the speed limit, racing the hour back towards the hospital.

Now, it would take thirty minutes, more or less.

You were swerving in between lanes and traffic, trying your hardest to get there before she starts pushing, because you really didn’t need an upset Angela, and you’d already let her down by leaving in the first place.

Lucy helps along the way, pointing out open spaces along the way so you’d get there faster.

You don’t even pull into a parking space when you pull into the lot. You don’t take the elevator, you take the stairs.

It feels like you are racing against time, and it doesn’t feel good.

You hear Angela from down the hall.

She’s begging for you, but she already knows the answer, because it’s more than likely she’s been begging the nurses for you for the past hour.

But when you slide into the room, faster than the flash, her eyes are happier then ever.

“Y/n,” Angela throws her head back, grateful you made it just in time, because if you were even a second later, you would’ve missed everything.

“I’m here baby, I’m here,” You wrap your arm around her neck and kiss her forehead, not even caring about the sheen of sweat covering her forehead.

“It’s time to push,” The nurse nods.

“Okay,” You nod back, “It’s time, Ange, come on, you can do it. I’m here. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, I swear to you.”

You lean your forehead down to hers, looking into her eyes.

“Bring our beautiful baby into this world, okay? I’ll be here the whole time, cheering you on. I wouldn’t want anyone else to bring our baby here.”

“Okay,” Angela winces in pain, a hand on her stomach, the other now squeezing the life out of your hand.

She blows out a breath, crying out in pain, “I need ice chips.”

“Come on, baby, you’re doing amazing. I’ll get you ice chips—“

“No,” Angela all but growls. “You were gone for all of the contractions and— mmm, god. This really hurts. Point is, you were gone, and you are not leaving my side again until maternity leave is over. I don’t even care if you have to eat or go to the bathroom. You’re staying in this room until further notice. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am,” You smile at your beautiful and bossy wife.

[wandering-winchesters]

Crossroads

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Prompts: "You- you can't leave me like this!", “Sweetheart, please don’t cry…” & “I’m not ready to live without you.”

Word Count: 2,736

Summary: (SPOILERS) Based around the time period of Season 2, when Dean makes a deal with the crossroads demon. The reader finds out that he made a deal, and what follows. Part 2 here,

Triggers: None really, sadness mentions of death.

A/N: I owe many thanks to @octoberclidan , they helped me get past the writers block I was having and helped me come up with the ending! Requests are still open, please send them my way!

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The bunker is quiet when the boys are gone, the only sounds are soft and monotone. My eyes are red, face raw from the tears that have finally stopped. Bobby called me this morning, an update on the boys. Sam had died. Dean had made a deal with a crossroads demon, to bring Sam back. Now, he only had a year. The roller coaster of emotions that rushed through me during Bobby’s call, we’re still hanging heavy on my shoulders. Anger, fear, sadness, grief. After learning that Sam was alive again, it was less sadness and grief and mainly anger. Anger at Dean. The man I loved, and who supposedly loved me, threw away all possibility of a full life together. He successfully put a timeline on our life together, 365 days, 8,760 hours. Time, that in the past seemed so much longer than it really is.

I sit at the table in the kitchen of the bunker, my knee bouncing constantly, unable to control my movements. Bobby’s words, “Dean didn’t want me to tell you, but I know better than that.” Run through my head, over and over. Ruminating, they’re sharp as a knife. The pain that it causes almost physical.

I hear the impala pull into the yard, gravel crunching under the tires. I hear their voices, approaching, soft, somber. Yet the second the bunker door opens, I’m greeted by smiles and laughter- a facade they enacted to keep me in the dark, little do they know I’m already up to speed. My arms are crossed against my chest, lip tucked firmly between my teeth, eyes boring a hole through Dean’s chest, unable to make eye contact with the green eyed hunter.

“Hey! I missed you!” Dean says, crossing the room to pull me into an embrace, I pull away from him, dodging the kiss he goes to place on my cheek. He’s taken aback, his voice falters, eyes searching my face for an explanation. My tear stained face, red rimmed eyes and runny nose spoke for itself. Realization crossed his face, his hands dropping to his sides and resignation settles.

I stand up, pushing past him and embrace Sam.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” I whisper, hugging him just a little tighter than normal, he hugs me back and I can feel his regret washing over me.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, we’ll figure it out, I promise.” He whispers, only loud enough for me to hear. I pull away, a tight smile formed on my lips. I turn, and walk down the hall stopping in front of Dean and my shared room. But I don’t go in, I continue down the hall to the room that was mine before Dean and I became a thing. I open the door, walk inside and slam it shut behind me.

I’m not alone for long, there’s a knock at my door, I ignore it refusing to answer. Dean opens the door slowly, his eyes finding me immediately. For the first time since I met him, Dean seems small. His ego nonexistent in this moment, sadness and anxiety plastered across his face. It tugs at my heart for a moment, before anger replaces it once again.

“Y/N, can we talk?” He questions, stepping into my room and shutting the door behind him. I don’t respond, but I keep my eyes locked with his, my eyebrow raised in a way that says I’m listening.

“I take it Bobby called you.” He says, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he glances down at his feet.

“Yep.” I confirm my voice bitter, I cross my arms over my chest once again. I can feel tears forming, but I refuse to cry. I brush them away angrily and go back to staring him down, letting my frustration over take me.

“Y/N, listen. It was Sammy, I had to do something. I couldn’t let him die, baby, you’ve got to understand.” He pleads, crossing the room towards me, his hands coming to rest on my elbows, gripping me tightly.

“Oh I understand Dean, I get it. Doing anything and everything for someone you love, I get it. That’s not why I’m angry.” I push his hands off me and walk over to my bed, sitting down on the edge. “I’m angry because you were gone for a week, 7 whole days and during that time you didn’t call me once. Didn’t call me to tell me what happened to Sam, what you were thinking, what you had planned. You just shut me out!” He starts to interrupt me, “No, you listen to me now. We finally admitted we had feelings for one another and now, what? We have 365 days left, not even at this point. You went and made this decision without even considering me, you made this choice without telling me. Were you even planning to tell me? Or were you just going to let me in on it when the hell hounds came for you next year?” I’m visibly shaking, my bottom lip trembling and tears are forming. I don’t care at this point, I’m too tired to try and stop them. Dean sits down next to me, keeping some space between us as to not set me off again.

“Sweetheart, please don’t cry. It’s going to be okay, I am going to figure something out, I promise you.” I glare at him, daring him to keep talking. To go further, to make more promises that he has no means to guarantee.

“I don’t want to hear it Dean, you can’t promise me anything right now. Crossroads demons are nothing to play around with, I can’t even look at you right now.” I play around with the idea of cursing him out, but there’s no point. He won’t listen, it’ll just turn into an even bigger argument. One that I don’t have the energy for at this moment in time.

“I need you to leave me alone for a bit, I don’t have anything nice to say to you right now.” I mutter, picking at an invisible piece of dirt under my finger nails.

“Y/N, I-“ he starts, his hand reaching for my own.

“Please, Dean. I need time.” He stops, standing up from the end of my bed, he hesitates before he leaves, reminding me that he loves me. He then turns and walks to the door and closing it behind him. 

The second he closes the door, I lose it. Sobs take over my body, tears stream down my face. It was true. My worst fear, was true. Not only am I going to lose Dean, I know the day that I’m going to lose him. Overwhelming dread, takes over my thoughts and my senses. I lay back on my side on the bed, pulling my knees to my chest and let all of the emotions wash over me. Deans going to die, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

Unless. I sit up, my brain going a mile a minute. I could make my own deal, save Dean. The only problem, is I don’t know where the crossroads demon was, somewhere in Mississippi. Where exactly though, I’m not sure. Before I can even process what I’m doing, I pull my phone out and dial Bobby’s number. He answers on the first ring. 

“Hey Y/N, how’re you holding up?” He asks, his voice steady and unwavering. 

“Fine, Bobby, I’m working on some research but I don’t want to ask Dean, because I’m not talking to him at the moment.” I hear Bobby sigh, but hum in agreement. 

“Do you know where this crossroads demon was? I know the boys were in Mississippi, but I don’t know what town they were in.” 

Bobby hesitates, deciding whether to give me an answer or not. 

“Greenwood, they were in Greenwood. Now Y/N, you’re not going to go off and do something stupid are you?” He asks, I can hear the suspicion in his tone. 

“No, of course not. Thanks Bobby.” 

We say our goodbyes and hang up the phone. 

I immediately start packing, I grab a change of clothes, throw on my boots and grab the bag with gear in it that I always keep packed. I holster my gun, slipping it into the waistband of my pants. Thank god for the back door allowing me to get out without the boys noticing, I sneak around to the front of the bunker throwing my bags into the back of my truck, easing the door shut. Before climbing into the drivers seat and starting the engine. I reverse out of the driveway, buckling my seatbelt. What exactly is my plan here? Switch places with Dean? Try to kill the demon myself? I don’t know the answer to that. But I have a bit of a drive to figure it out. The radios is on in the background, classic rock, the station Dean had set it to the last time we went somewhere together. 

Dean. I loved him more than I thought possible. The thought of losing him, was just too much to bear. 

-

The drive passes quickly, my mind wandering everywhere but here. I still didn’t have a plan, I knew I couldn’t kill the demon, but maybe I could barter with her. Me for Dean. 

I pull up to the crossroads, I sit in silence for awhile. Weighing my options, neither one more appealing than the other. I die, hopefully in ten years or Dean dies in less than one. It’s an obvious answer. I open the door to my truck, hand reaching to make sure my gun is still secure in my waist band. Even though it’ll do no good. I grab the things I would need to summon the demon and walk towards the center of the crossroads. I take a deep breath, centering myself and start to dig. Once I’m finished, I sit back on my heels and wonder how long I’ll have to wait. The answer, not long at all. 

“Well, who do we have here?” Lilith chimes, her eyes scanning me from head to toe. 

“I took a bet that you’d come calling. I can’t wait to claim that prize. Everyone knows you are Dean’s greatest weakness.” She smirks, a quick laugh escaping her lips. 

I stand, crossing my arms over my chest and stare right back at her. 

“Then you know why I’m here.” I spit back, anger still clouding my judgment. 

“Oh sweetheart,” she croons, sarcasm dripping from every ounce of her. “I know exactly why you’re here. Did Dean send you? Too desperate to be with good old brother Sam, he asked you to sacrifice yourself for him?” She tuts, her lips turning down at the corners in fake sadness and sympathy.  

“He doesn’t know I’m here, I came of my own accord. Now, can we talk business or do you want to keep ignoring the obvious?” My patience is growing short, anxiety bubbling from within. I just want to get this over with. 

“My life, for Dean’s. All I ask is 2 years. Just a little more time.” I plead with her, my voice faltering, no longer angry and strong. 

Lilith silently considers my proposal, her face unreadable. She walks towards me, her hand reaching out, tilting my chin up towards her. She walks a circle around me, as if she’s inspecting me for the next top model. 

“Oh how I want to say no, rip your little heart out and make you beg. But… the thought of Dean finding out his precious sweetheart traded her life for his… even better.” She laughs, heartless and bitter. I shudder at her touch, but remain firm in staring her down. 

“One more condition,” I start, she raises an eyebrow but continues to listen. “Dean can’t make another deal to save me. It has to be me, not him.” She nods curtly. 

“You’ve got a deal.” 

Just as fast as she had appeared, she was gone. I was left standing on the roughed up patch of dirt that I had dug just a little while before. I slide down to my knees, my hands coming up to my face and realization washes over me. What I had just done, the timer that I had put on my life. It was almost as if I could heard the clock ticking, counting down to the date of my death. Instead of worry and anxiety, I embraced it. A sense of peace washed over me and I laughed. I was so distracted by my thoughts, I didn’t hear the Impala pull up and park next to my truck, nor the car door slam. I didn’t hear the footsteps running towards me, the loose dirt flying. I didn’t hear anything, until I heard his voice. 

“Y/N!” Dean. I turn around and he’s standing, two feet from me, Sam a few feet behind. Dean's eyes rimmed red, his face pale as a ghost. “Please tell me you didn’t do, what I think you just did. Please tell me I am not too late to stop you. Fuck, please Y/N.” He crouches down in front of me, pulling my hands away from my face and clasping them in his own. His green eyes search every inch of my face, looking for any answer any inclination as to what had happened. 

“How did you know that I was here?” I ask, looking back at him, my voice calm and unyielding. 

“Bobby called me, he was worried. You called him and asked where the cross road Demon was located. I checked your room and you were gone, so I obviously knew you were here. I drove as fast as I could, but you still got here before me. Y/N, please, what did you do?” He begs, tears brimming in his eyes. 

“I made a deal, a new deal.” I whisper, looking past Dean, towards Sam. Who stood a few paces away, a look of concern plastered across his face. 

“What Deal, Y/N?” Dean hissed, his face growing red now with anger. 

“My life, instead of yours. Two years, instead of one.” I state, still refusing to meet Dean’s intense gaze. 

“What the hell Y/N!” He yells, his voice so torn up that I flinch. “You can’t leave me like this! What were you thinking?!” This gets my attention, my anger flares once again. I look him dead in the eyes. 

“Do I need to remind you what you did? You think I was okay with you leaving me? I am not ready to live without you! So, I did what I had to, in order to ensure that I didn’t have to. All of those emotions and feelings that you have right now? I had them too, but I did something about it. Don’t even try to make a new deal, I made sure Lilith wouldn’t let you.” It is at this moment that I can see him crumble, his walls break and it all comes crashing down. Tears begin to stream down his face, his hands reach for me and pull me into his embrace. I can feel his body shaking, the anxiety coursing through his veins. 

“I am so sorry sweetheart, I wasn’t thinking clearly. But I had to do everything I could to save Sam. I love you, with all that I am. I promise you, that I will find a way to stop this from happening. No hell hound will harm you on my watch. I swear to you.” He kisses my forehead, pulling me tighter against him. It is in that moment, I decide to let everything go. All of my anger at him, all of my fear around dying. I let it go, I hug him back, as tight as I physically can. I know, deep down, that there is nothing that can be done to break the deal. I know that my should will be going to hell in two very short years. Yet at this very moment, it is all worth it. Dean will live. Sam will still be here. They will have each other. They will be alright, even without me. Dean will survive. 

“I love you too, De.” I kiss him, a long meaningful kiss. Trying to convey exactly how I feel about him in this one moment. One way or another, everything is going to be alright. 

--

Ah, I had a blast writing this. Find Part 2 here

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Apartment Apparitions (Part 6) Final part.

Eddie Munson x Reader (Just Like Heaven AU)

Word Count:2, 805

Final part here we go! Strap in gang, this is a longer one with a whole roller coaster of emotions! I can't believe I wrote this whole thing so genuinely thank you to everyone who read it, enjoyed and stuck with me on it! It means that absolute world to me!! 😭😭💖💖

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Eddie was woken up by the streams of the morning’s golden sunlight pouring in through his window. The sun warms his skin as he comes around. Memories of being in this bed, being close to you, how the spark of electricity struck him when he held his hand against yours. 

“Y/N?” Eddie called out in a panic.

“I’m right here, Eddie.” you reassure him from where you’re sitting in a chair in the corner of your bedroom.

You watch as his shoulders physically slump down in relief.

“Good, I was worried I was going to wake up and you weren’t going to be here anymore” Eddie began as he reached for his leather jacket. “I finally know what I’m supposed to do.”

“Eddie, what are you talking about?” you asked, watching as he rushed around the apartment to grab his shoes and keys. 

“Y/N, when I first met you, I insisted on the fact that you were dead, that there was no way that what was happening was even possible, but I was wrong. I was the one who was dead. I wasn’t living, I was just existing, and then I met you, and you brought me back. You saved me.”  he beamed. “...And now it’s my turn to save you.”

“How on earth are you going to do that?” you worry, your brows drawing together in confusion. 

“I’m going to steal your body.” Eddie replied confidently.

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Eddie made his way outside towards his van.

“Eddie, wait! Wait up! That’s not a plan! You can’t just walk in there, take my body and walk out again. You can’t do this!” you protested as you followed behind him closely.

“And why not?” he replied, stubbornly set in his way about his plan.

“Because they’ll take you away and throw you behind bars.” 

“You think I’m scared of what will happen to me? I’ve got to do something! At least it might buy us a little more time.”

You huffed out a breath. There really was no way of changing his mind about this. You were powerless to stop him.

“Okay fine but you’re not going to be able to do this alone.” you explained. “You’re going to need a friend who you can trust, but who also has, like zero morals.”

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Eddie sped down the streets in his beat-up rickety van, tyres screeching across the roads as he pushed his foot against the accelerator.

“Woah! Hey, hey hey! What’s the rush, dude?” Steve asked, his hair bouncing as Eddie turned sharply around a corner. 

“You didn’t tell him?” you snapped. “Eddie, you have to tell him-” 

“Shh!” Eddie hushed you over his shoulder as continued to race down the streets.

“You know Eddie, your friend looks really familiar..” The mess of bouncy brown hair, strong pointed nose and speckling of moles on his face felt so familiar to you, and yet you could not place him at all.

“You saw him at the bar.” Eddie muttered to you.

“Hey you okay man?” Steve worried, watching as Eddie seemingly was talking to an empty space in his van. “Are you still seeing your little ghostly friend?”

“What? no! Nevermind! Eddie screeched, tearing down another street.

“Eddie, you’ve got to tell this poor guy.” you pleaded with him.

“Not yet!” Eddie hushed you. 

“What was that?” Steve asked, the concern for the physical and mental well-being of his friend growing with every quick turn of a sharp corner and screeching tyre.

“I said we’re almost there yet!” Eddie covers quickly as he finally comes into view of the hospital parking lot.

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Eddie knew what he needed, unbeknownst to you, he had spent the majority of last night frantically researching about everything he would need in order to pull something like this off. 

He watched from behind a pillar, watching as a nurse came out of a supply closet with a stack of medical dressing and machinery balanced on a trolley. Eddie knew that this was where he needed to be.

He quickly looked around to check the coast was clear before quietly slipping in through the door, with Steve and you following in behind him.

“Eddie, what the hell is going on?” Steve squawked.

“Alright! Fine.” Eddie huffs. “I knew you wouldn’t come if I told you.”

“Oh no. Do I really want to hear this?” Steve worried. Eddie’s increasingly erratic and unstable behaviour was really putting Steve on edge.

“This ghost I’ve been telling you about? It is the spirit of a girl who’s in a coma and she’s about to have her life support switched off. So you need to be with me on this one, Harrington, and help me move her body to someplace safe.” Eddie demanded.

“Really?” Steve eyed Eddie as if he was crazy.

“You should have told him sooner.” You chimed. 

“He wouldn’t have come otherwise! He would never have believed me!” Eddie insisted.

“Well, does he believe you now?” you fought back, your voice heavy with a  sarcastic tone.

Steve watched as Eddie got lost in his conversation with you, although in Steve’s eyes it looked as though Eddie was in an intense argument with an empty space.

“Eddie, come on, man, let me take you to the psych ward, they can help you out, maybe get your head checked or something” Steve urged as he tried to usher Eddie towards the door.

“No! If we don’t hurry she’s going to be dead in half an hour!” Eddie cried desperately.

“Y/N is here, and she’s standing right behind you, she told me she knows how much of a stretch this is for you.” Eddie says, echoing your words for Steve’s benefit.

“Oh she’s right behind me is she?” Steve mocks, raising his eyebrows at Eddie. “If she’s really behind me, then ask her what I’m doing with my hand.” Steve challenges, moving his hand behind his back.

“He’s playing rock, paper, scissors! It’s a rock!” you shout to Eddie.

“You’re playing rock, paper, scissors!” 

“And which is it?” Steve taunted.

“Rock.” Eddie replied confidently.

Steve changed what he was doing with his hands.

“Now it’s scissors!” you tell Eddie

“Now you’re doing scissors.”

Steve changed tactics and crudely held his middle finger up.

“He’s flipping me off!” you scoffed.

“Hey man, don’t flip her the bird!” Eddie chastised, annoyed by his friend’s childish behaviour.

“Alright, that was weird.” Steve murmured. “Even if she is right behind me-” 

“-She is.” Eddie interjected, cutting Steve off.

“-Do you know what you’re risking for this girl? 

“Yes!” Eddie shouted. 

“Then what is it?” Steve fought back.

“Because I love her!” Eddie exclaimed. “I do. I love you.” he said, turning to you with nothing but a gleaming sparkle in his deep brown eyes.

“Nobody’s ever said that to me before,” you smiled, tears welling your eyes at Eddie’s sudden declaration of love for you.

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Eddie and Steve donned some borrowed white doctor’s coats and began pushing an empty hospital bed down the halls of the hospital.

“Eddie, tell him thank you” you pleaded.

“She’s said she’s really grateful for this.” Eddie said, passing on your message to his friend.

“I’m only doing this because if I ever need any help moving a body, I’m coming straight to you, and I don’t want you giving me any shit for it, you got that Munson?” Steve grumbles.

Eddie and Steve push their way through to your hospital room, and get ready to move you.

“Oh my god, Eddie!” Steve gasped.

“I know she’s real pretty, right?” Eddie nodded.

“No, Eddie, that’s not it! This is her. This is the woman I set you up with. You were supposed to go on a date with her that night, but you stood her up!” Steve babbled, still in shock that it was actually you that was here lying on the hospital bed.

“Wait…I was supposed to meet Y/N?” Eddie spluttered.

“Yeah, but then she didn’t make it either because she’d been involved in an accident!”

“Is that it? Is that why I’ve been able to see you all this time?” Eddie’s brain was working at a hundred miles an hour, the reason behind all of this finally becoming clear to him. “How do you know Y/N?” Eddie asks.

“I went out with her friend Nancy in high school!” Steve explains.

“Of course! I knew that I’d seen you before! You’re Steve Harrington! Everyone used to call him King Steve!”

“Wait! you knew about the whole “King Steve” thing?” Eddie laughs. His world was seemingly more connected than ever he realised.

“Hang on, nobody’s called me “King Steve'' since high school” Steve remarked, shuddering at his old high-school nickname rearing its ugly head. 

“Yeah, Nancy and I went to different schools, so I’d only met him a handful of times, but that head of hair is unmistakable.” you cried.

“So he’s the one who made out with Nancy at the wedding?” Eddie laughed pointing at Steve.

“How the hell do you know that! Nobody knows that!” Steve cringed, his face blooming with a deep red blush.

“Y/N told me! She saw you making out with Nancy!” Eddie explained.

“Oh my god she really is here isn’t she? What are we doing wasting time chit-chatting, let’s get this girl out of here!” 

Eddie and Steve make their way out of your hospital room with your body on the gurney, but they are stopped outside only to be met with the confused stare of Doctor Ashton. The Doctor who wanted Nancy to sign the papers to authorise the removal of your life support. 

“Excuse me, Doctor…” Doctor Ashton presumes, due to Eddie’s white coat over his clothes.

“I’m so sorry, dude, but I don’t have time for this.” Eddie utters before reeling his fist back to clock Doctor Ashton in the nose, causing the man to fall back to the floor. “I’m not convincing as a Doctor, alright!” Eddie snapped before he and Steve made a run for it, carting your body down the hospital halls.

A security guard who had seen Eddie punch Doctor Ashton was quick to chase the pair down.

“Come on! We’re almost there!” Eddie cried as he and Steve sprinted down the halls to get your body out of that hospital and to some place safe. 

In the rush Steve gets tackled to the ground by the security guard, and accidentally pulls out your breathing tube in the process.

“Eddie!” you faltered. “My breathing tube is gone!” 

“What?! No! What do I do?!” Eddie panicked as he watched your heart rate monitor slowly decline, its steady beeping fading all too quickly.

“There’s nothing you can do, it’s too late. I’m sorry, Eddie.” you whispered. 

Your spirit slowly faded right before Eddie’s eyes. He was so close! He’d come too far to let you go now, he loved you. 

“Y?N! Stay with me! Please!” Eddie begged in desperation. 

Then Eddie did the only thing that he could think of. It was a long-shot but he was out of ideas. If this didn’t work, then he wasn’t sure what else he could do.

He leant down to where your body lay in the bed and tenderly cupped your face in his hands. He pressed his lips against yours in a deep and love-filled kiss.

The security guards were all too quick to pull Eddie off your body. The reception hall of the hospital filled with people, including Nancy who watched on in horror as the man who she had previously chased out of her house with a knife, was kissing the lifeless body of her best friend.

The silence that falls in the reception as Eddie is restrained by heavy-bodied security guards is suddenly disrupted by the faint sounds of your heart rate monitor slowly beeping back to life.

“What’s happening?” Nancy asked, her voice small and full of emotion and confusion at the events unfolding in front of her

“That’s impossible…” Doctor Ashton splutters out in bewilderment.

Nancy is quick to rush to your bedside to be there for you and comfort you as your eyes flutter open.

“Y/N, It’s me, Nancy…” she says, reaching out to hold your hand.

“Nancy..” you rasp out, your voice hoarse with lack of use.

Nancy looks up from your side, her glassy, tear-glazed eyes looking over to Eddie.

“It’s okay…Let him see her.” she nods kindly.

Eddie makes his way up to your bedside, a nervous feeling fizzing inside him.

“Hey, It’s me. It’s Eddie” he says softly.

“I-I’m sorry I don’t..I don’t know you..” you shake your head, confused about the rush of information coming to you at such a fast pace.

Eddie’s heart shatters into a million tiny pieces. You didn’t remember him, or anything from the time you had spent together. Nothing at all. He tried his very best to swallow the sadness that’s eating him alive inside, resigning himself to the fact that he was now no more than a stranger to you.

Eddie allows himself one more glance back at you before turning away with a heavy heart and making his way out of the hospital.

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Eddie found himself in the bar, drowning his sorrows in another soon to be empty bottle of beer. He’d moved out of your apartment, leaving it exactly the way that he’d found it especially for you. He smiled at the memory of how  you would always mock him for how untidy he would leave the apartment.

He was about to shrug on his jacket to leave, when something, or rather someone caught his eye. It was you. He couldn’t believe his luck. He was not about to miss the opportunity to see you for one more time, even if you didn’t remember him.

“Hey, could you send a drink to that girl sitting over there, please.” he says, placing the order and handing the money over to the bartender.

“Sure, whatever, man.” The guy behind the bar takes his money and makes your drink and places it in front of you. “This is for you, the guy down there ordered it for you.” he says pointing to where Eddie’s sat.

Normally you’d turn your nose up at this sort of thing, that the odd times that guys had bought drinks for you as a way of flirting was something that turned you off. 

But after what happened to you, losing four months of life to being in a coma changed your outlook on life. You were trying to be more adventurous, and trying to take any and all opportunities that presented themselves to you.

Looking down to the man at the end of the bar you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. Long dark curls falling around him, with a rounded button nose and the most intensely gorgeous deep brown eyes that sparkled under the light of the bar.

Picking up your drink you make your way over to the handsome, dark-haired man at the end of the bar.

"You know, you didn't have to buy me a drink if you wanted to talk to me," you smile. 

"Oh, don't I?" Eddie flirts.

"Not that I don't appreciate the gesture all the same." You tell the handsome man.

Eddie takes in every detail of your face, still as beautiful as the day your spirit appeared in his apartment. 

"Hi, I'm Eddie," he says charmingly, extending his hand out towards you.

You go to shake Eddie's hand when a sudden jolt of electricity sparks between the two of you when your hands meet. All at once the memories of your time spent with Eddie flash through your brain. 

“It’s you…I remember everything..Eddie.. You saved me…You told me you loved me.”

“I-I did, I-I mean I do. I do love you.” Eddie bubbled.

You stepped closer to him and looked deep into his big brown eyes before rising up on your tiptoes to press your lips against his in a tentative peck.

“Good, because I never got to tell you that I love you too, Eddie.” you smiled.

Eddie wasted no time in pulling you in close, holding one hand on your waist, and the other gently cupping your face, and pressing his lips against yours in a passionate and tender kiss.  He swept his tongue across your bottom lip before slipping in between your lips and kissing you with all the warmth and affection he’d only dreamed about.

“I’ve got you now,” he beams broadly. “I’m never going to let you go.”

Eddie had thought that there was no life for him after Chrissy but then you came to him when he needed you most. You showed him how to live again. He had you now, and was going to love you for as long as he could.

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