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flowerandblood · 2 years ago

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A Winter Beauty (13)

[Aemond Targaryen x fem!Stark reader]

[warnings: smut, sex content, fluff]

[description: Aemond and his family arrive at Winterfell for Rickon Stark's Name Day. There, Aemond meets his daughter, who arouses his desire. I changed some names and facts for the sake of the plot. Viserys is also slightly younger in this version.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next parts: Masterlist

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Aemond sat with a book in his lap by the fireplace, wearing nothing but a nightgown and trousers. He stared thoughtfully at his young wife, who sat on the floor at his feet, embroidering her gown.

He admired the dexterity of her small hands, her patience and meticulousness. When she made a mistake, she ripped off part of the embroidery and started over, undaunted. She didn't speak to him while he read, allowing him to concentrate entirely.

He had to admit that apart from the moments in bed when she drove him mad with her siren song, giving him reason to think that she had indeed cast a spell on him, her character was gentle, cheerful and easygoing.

She respected his schedule and way of life, the many hours of training he practiced every day instead of spending time with her. He was glad that she understood his nature and didn't try to change him by force.

He was glad that she spent a lot of time with Helaena. He knew that she was a great comfort and support to his sister. He also guessed that she was helping his sister understand and prepare for what would happen to her on her wedding night. Aemond decided not to intrude on the subject, leaving it to the women.

He knew that his and Lady Stark's first time didn't look the way it should, being downright blasphemous. Nevertheless, he accepted that he had no regrets, that as far as the physicality between them was concerned, they were a living fire, worthy of a Targaryen and his consort.

He recalled with amusement Aegon's words on one of their stops to Winterfell, that Northern women were cool, aloof and dry between the thighs, compared to Southern women, without expression or sensuality whatsoever.

His wife was the definition of warmth, closeness, passion and impiety that drove him crazy. Her thighs always parted before him in anticipation, with desire on her face, her juices pouring from her like from a torn ripe fruit.

He felt a shiver run through him at the thought. Involuntarily, his hand reached for her beautiful black hair and stroked it. Y/N looked at him with a smile, surprised. Tomorrow was the wedding of Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena in the Great Sept.

"Since issi gaomā, ñuha dōna ābrazȳrys? (What are you doing, my sweet wife?)" He asked, his fingers playing with her curls. She flinched at the feeling. He knew she loved it when he stroked her head and hair.

She often asked him to do it, when they lay naked in each other's arms, it made her fall asleep almost instantly. He liked to show her his warm affection and devotion in this way, the tenderness he felt when he looked at her. Lady Stark smiled to herself, looking at the dress lying on her thighs.

It had a blue-violet tint that changed with the light. Lady Stark embroidered flowers in lilac color and twisting, intertwining green leaves, contrasting with the fabric itself. Aemond thought it looked beautiful and wondered when she would wear it.

“This is the dress I want to wear to the wedding tomorrow. But I have to hurry because I still have some work to do. The pattern is more complicated than I originally assumed.” She answered him without taking her hands off her work, passing the thread through the fabric and shoving it back into it.

Aemond stared at her, hypnotized. The thought that she already understood most of him when he spoke to her in Old Valyrian gave him great satisfaction.

He couldn't forget what she had done to him a few nights earlier. From then on, she sometimes called him her dragon, which embarrassed and turned him on at the same time. He knew that she had actually tamed him and his complex nature, that she could do with him whatever she wanted.

He noticed that she wasn't taking advantage of her new position, she could now call herself a princess, but she didn't. She confirmed in his eyes that she had not married him for her status or the status of her family. She married him because she wanted to.

He fell asleep on the couch sitting up, his book in his hands, waiting for her to finish her work. Lady Stark, however, had to embroider late into the night. She looked at him tenderly, seeing that he did not want to go to bed alone.

She tried to finish what she had to do as soon as possible so that he would not be in such an uncomfortable position. When she succeeded, she got up, walked over to him and touched his cheek gently. Aemond shuddered and looked at her with misty eyes.

"Māzigon naejot ēdrugon, ñuha valzȳrys. (Come to sleep, my husband.)" She said softly, smiling warmly. Her husband only grunted and sighed, getting up and letting her lead him to the bed. He lay down behind her and was immediately hit by her scent, the same as always, a mixture of lavender, flowers and herbs.

He felt his cock respond immediately, pressing against her impatiently, half asleep, with one eye closed. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and began kissing her neck. His hand slid slowly between her thighs, and Lady Stark drew in a breath.

"It's late, my husband." She whispered, feeling his fingers at her entrance, slowly massaging her clit, his other hand squeezing lightly against her soft breast. She could feel his cock pulsing rhythmically behind her, and she smiled at the thought that the mere closeness of her body made him unable to control himself even in his sleep.

He only grunted, spreading her slowly leaking wetness on her entrance. She already knew he wouldn't let her sleep until he was fulfilled with her.

Obediently, she parted her thighs slightly, and he made a low sound of contentment. He pulled up her nightgown, wondering at what right she was hiding even a scrap of her body from him. He didn't think about it for long, he guided the tip of his cock into her wet entrance and they both moaned as he slid inside her.

"Gaomas of zira ōdrikagon? (Does it hurt?)” He asked in a low, hoarse voice, his mouth adoringly kissing her bare shoulders, his source of desire and passion from the first day he saw her. They both started breathing faster.

"Daor, ñuha valzȳrys. (No, my husband)" She said, parting her lips slightly as she felt him immediately enter her deeply, to the end, they both let out a loud sigh of pleasure.

He held her thigh up, kissing her neck, his cock disappearing in and out of her at a slow, exciting pace, filling her to the brim, both throbbing with sensation.

His hand slid under her nightgown, squeezing her breast, teasing her nipple with his thumb, which instantly went hard. He knew she loved it when he did that, he knew how to light a fire in her and he used it.

When he felt her literally leaking, and her hips began to respond to his thrusts, sweet, soft moans escaped her lips, he decided he could speed up.

He began to thrust into her hard and fast, his body hitting hers with a wet sound, his hand from her breasts going down to her clit, massaging her gently and steadily, in contrast to his thrusts inside her, brutal and wild. He knew she loved the combination, that it drove her crazy.

"Oh, Aemond, yes, yes, yes" She moaned, impaling on his cock, bracing her hand on the armrest above her head, coming out to meet him with each thrust. He was thrusting roughly into her, until the end, throbbing harder and harder, her hot, tight cunt clutched him greedily.

They both moaned loudly, panting as he came hard inside her, her orgasm literally squeezed his semen out of him. They moved a little longer, his nose following her cheek, his lips pressing tender kisses on it, causing her to sigh in delight. She looked at him, beads of sweat running down her face. They kissed tenderly.

"Ivestagī nyke umbagon iemnȳ ao, dōna ābrazȳrys. (Let me stay inside you, sweet wife.)" He said softly and she blushed at the request. Once she shared her new knowledge with him, they both realized that for the next few days, until her moonbleed, the chances of her becoming pregnant were small.

Her husband had come inside her every night since then, and afterward he begged her to stay like that for a while. He ended up falling asleep inside her, holding her tightly. This time she couldn't refuse him either.

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From the morning, the whole Red Keep was put to attention, everyone was tossing about in preparations. Lady Stark and Aemond left to meet her parents and brother, who had arrived at Kings Landing at dawn.

Y/N threw herself into Cregan's arms as soon as he dismounted. He grabbed her and spun her over several times as if she weighed nothing. He took her face in his hands, as if to check if she was okay, if she had lost weight or turned pale. All he could see on her face was a lively joy, her eyes burning.

"Does your betrothed treat you well, my sister?" He asked, amused and happy to see her, and she shuddered, remembering that she couldn't accidentally make the mistake of calling Aemond her husband.

Neither her brother nor her parents knew anything, and from what Aemond had told her, the king had no intention of making them fully aware of what had happened.

"Yes, my brother. I'm afraid I've fallen in love." She said softly, raising her eyebrows as if loving a future spouse was something strange and abnormal. Her brother laughed and kissed her hair tenderly.

Lady Stark then greeted her father and mother. Her mother hugged her tightly, amazed that although she had always been in control and never shown any violent emotions, she was now close to tears. She realized that both her parents missed her very much.

"I'm so glad you'll be back at Winterfell for a few more months." She said and Y/N swallowed softly, trying to smile. She and Aemond gave each other a furtive glance.

She knew Aemond wanted her to stay in King's Landing until their wedding, and he had persuaded his father to do so. Without seeing or touching her for four months, he would have completely lost his mind.

They walked together to the entrance to the castle, Y/N led them to their chambers so they could change and rest. There were still a few hours until the wedding, Lady Stark knew that she too had to change and prepare. She looked at Aemond and squeezed his hand as they stood alone in the corridor.

"I'll see you later, ñuha valzȳrys."

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Even though they were married, officially they were still engaged, which meant that Lady Stark wasn't going to the wedding ceremony with him, but with her parents.

He was frustrated by this, used to her constant presence. He rode the carriage with his mother and father, Helaena and Aegon rode separately. Crowds cheered in the streets, colorful ribbons hung everywhere. Aemond, however, felt no joy at the thought of what awaited his sister that night.

He knew how he felt when Aegon took him to the brothel. Horror, shame and discomfort as a much older woman rode him, moaning loudly, forcing him to touch her breasts. He wasn't surprised now that he couldn't come then.

Add to that the pain a woman can feel when a man takes her against her will, it must have been a tragic experience, and he couldn't help her. He looked at his mother. He could see her staring thoughtfully out the window, and he was sure she was thinking exactly the same as he was.

They reached the Great Sept and stepped out of the carriage, the crowds greeted the king and queen with cheers. They moved quickly inside, their knights forming a safe corridor separating them from their subjects.

All the lords bowed before the king and queen. Aemond was relieved to see his wife. She looked like a goddess in her beautiful, shining dress. He shivered at the sight of her bare arms.

Her hair was loose, two long strands framing either side of her pale face and falling over her breasts. Her head was decorated with a silver, delicate crown of intertwined leaves and flowers, touching in the middle of her forehead. Chains with blue beads dangled delicately from either side of the crown, fastened at the back of her head.

She looked up at him, and only now could Aemond see her eyes turn sapphire through the colors of her dress. He swallowed silently, thinking that she had done it intentionally, just to please him.

He walked over to her and kissed her hand tenderly. He felt the frustration in his pants at the thought that this was the only kind of touch he could afford right now.

"My Lady." He said low, his eye dark and lustful. His wife smiled slightly, she could easily tell when he wanted her. In a way, she felt sorry for him that he would have to look at her like this for the next several hours without being able to touch her. His excitement, as usual, flattered her immensely.

Aemond stood beside her, his hands clasped behind him. Although he usually dressed all in black or with delicate emerald accents, today he was dressed in Targaryen colors. His robe was ruby black, and he wore an ornate belt with a dragon's head on it. Lady Stark thought she would tell him later, when he took her to bed, how much red color suited him.

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andydrysdalerogers · 1 year ago

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Sliding Into Home ~ Don't You Know How to Spell Assume?

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, eventual smut, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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“This thing is trying to kill me,” Frank grunts, struggling with his bow tie. “Why do they insist on making this shit black tie?”

“Because of the fancy people Frank,” Mary piped in as she lay on his bed, watching.

“Thanks, Nugget, for your insight.”

“What’s insight?”

“Never mind,” Frank muttered.

“It means your opinion,” Scott said as he walked into the room. He reached up to tie the tie for Frank. “You have to explain it to her,” he told Frank. He adjusted and stepped back. “There, perfect.”

“Thanks.” Frank looked in the mirror and turned back to his gang. “How do I look?”

“Like a penguin,” Scott replied and begin to waddle around, mimicking a penguin, making Mary giggle.

“You’re hilarious,” Frank deadpanned. “Why am I so nervous?”

“Because you have a date,” Scott said with sympathy. “Its been five years.”

“Its not a date.”

“Its something. Its spending time with a woman.” Scott pats his shoulder. “And its not Abby.”

Frank arrives at the charity event in the limo, alone. He makes his way through the red carpet, taking photos and speaking with some reporters. The questions are simple, and Frank is somewhat relaxed. As soon as he finished up, he headed into the event. Looking around he spotted Johnny with his date and his sister. Susan was in a sleek navy blue gown that was modest and elegant, allowing her golden blonde hair to shine. The other woman was in a black gown that left little to the imagination. Frank smiled and headed over. “Hey Torch, hey Susie. Sorry,” he glanced at the woman on Johnny’s arm. “Frank Adler,” he offered his hand.

A breathy giggle emerges. “Bethany,” she said.

“Nice to meet you. Susie,” he offered his arm to Susan, who took it. As they walked away, he groaned. “Jesus, is that all Storm wants in a woman?”

Susan stifled a laugh. “Apparently. She’s a makeup artist. I use that term loosely. She works at a makeup store selling make up. And hopefully tit tape since that is all that is holding that dress up.”

Frank snorted a laugh. “Why am I not surprised.” Frank shook his head. “Thanks for doing this, Susie.”

“Its not a problem, Frank. You help me out and I’m returning the favor.”

A two weeks prior... at the coffee shop. “I could always give you guys a tour at JPL. I mean if you want,” Susan offered with a smile. “And that’s my cue for a refill,” Johnny stated, jumping up and heading to the counter. Frank sighed. “Look, Susan, I think you are very nice, but I am not looking for anything serious.” Susan laughed. “I know, I’m not either. But I know you need to keep... umm.. Eager women...” “Jersey Chasers,” he clarified. “Fine, jersey chasers off of you. I can help if you let me. Just as friends. Promise.” She offered her hand. Frank took it and shook it. “Friends. But why?” “Haven't had the guts to tell Johnny that I met someone.” She blushed slightly. “Why? Wouldn’t that be great?” “Twin brothers are protective. And he’s not the typical guy that Johnny wants to see me with.” She rolled her eyes allowing Frank to chuckle. “I get the protective thing. I have a sister, obviously, but she is free to live her own life. Now, if he hurt her, that’s a different story. But fuck what Johnny wants. Does this guy...” “Reed,” she offered. “Is Reed a good guy who likes you for you?” She nodded. “Then be happy. And I meant what I said. Fuck what Johnny thinks.” They shared a laugh as Johnny returned. “So how’s it going?” “Susan agreed to be my, uh, companion I guess is the right word for the benefit.” “Great!” Johnny smiled and wrapped an arm around his sister. “I guess this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”

As Frank and Susan walked the floor, another couple arrived at the benefit. Abby and Mike walked hand in hand, greeting the owners of the Dodgers and looked for their table. Her heart sank as the assignments had them sitting with Frank. As she read, her heart plummeted further. He was seated next to a Bethany Carmichael and Susan Storm. Knowing Johnny, he didn’t bring his sister as his date.

“That is an interesting assignment,” Mike commented. He looked at Abby and could see the anguish. “You didn’t asked to be seated with him right?” He grasped her fingers a little tighter.

Two weeks Before, Abby and Mike’s house... “Abby, beautiful, I’m so sorry.” Mike was on his knees groveling as she walked out of the bathroom in the morning. “Baby...” “Don’t touch me.” Abby moved into their bedroom. She was refusing to look in the mirror, afraid of what she would see. Mike followed. “Baby...” “No, I can’t do this...” “Please don’t leave Abby. I am so sorry. It was an accident.” He shed tears and got back on his knees in front of her. “I’m so ashamed of myself. He clutched her around the middle. “Please, I’ll do anything.” Abby sighed. Her heart was conflicted. She knew he had crossed a line, but it wasn’t one he had before. She didn’t want to give up on him. “One more chance Michael. But I swear...” “No, baby, thank you, I promise. It will never happen again.” Abby stayed home that day, letting her face heal. And Mike was loving, so attentive. They never spoke about it again. Frank was never brought up. She kept her promise to avoid the Adlers. It was breaking her heart.

“No,” she shook her head. “I was planning to avoid him as much as possible.” That was a lie. She wanted to see Frank. To see how well he was. Ever since his hug and kiss from the hospital she could not stop thinking of him. After watching Mary, she saw what she had been missing. Frank and Mary were not just an uncle and his niece. They had grown to father and daughter.

Mike guided her to their table. “Hello Johnny, Frank,” Mike said with a saccharine tone.

Frank stiffened at his voice. Susan caught the flinch and patted his leg. Abby caught the movement and frowned. But it was Johnny who broke the silence at the table. “Hi, you’re Mr. Weiss, right?” Mike nodded. “John Storm. This is my date, Bethany and my sister, Susan. Mr. Weiss is with the team’s legal department. And this is Dr. Hernandez, our head team doctor.”

Susan stood and shook hands with the couple. “Susan Storm. It's nice to meet you both.”

“Abigail Hernandez,” Abby said quietly. She assessed Susan and couldn’t find a fault. She was beautiful, elegant, poised. Exactly what she would have wanted for Frank before, when he wasn’t hers. But now, now he wasn’t hers again and it hurt.

Mike was seated next to Bethany and was talking with her, and Abby was seated next to another player and his date. She didn’t say much at the table, keeping her focus on the centerpiece. A laugh broke her out of her concentration. Susan and Frank were laughing at something, and Abby’s heart clenched. “I’m going to the restroom,” she told Mike.

“I’ll join you,” Susan said, standing from the table. She gave Frank’s shoulder a squeeze and walked toward Abby.

Dammit, she thought. She just needed a moment away from perfect Susan with her Frank and... the thought startled her. Frank was no longer hers. She made sure of that when she walked away. And yet, the thought of this woman, this flawless, perfect woman, was able to touch him, to be with him, made her angry.

Dr. Hernandez, are you alight? Susan looked at her face with concern.

Abby snapped out of it. She hadn’t schooled her face like she thought. “Sorry, just a lot on my mind. I’m fine Dr. Storm.” She had heard that she had completed her doctorate at MIT in astrophysics.

“Call me Sue. You seem young for a doctor?”

“I graduated three years early from high school. Frankie, I mean Frank and Mike and I went to the same undergraduate.” Abby looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize who she saw. It was her but the sparkle was gone.

“Wow, impressive. Johnny got his diploma but bolted as soon as he was drafted. I headed east for school. Came back when they had an opening at JPL.”

“That’s...” Abby searched for words, “nice.” She offered a hard smile, not wanting to cause a scene. But her blood boiled. “So, you and Frank.”

“Yeah, he’s been so nice. He’ll make someone very happy.” Sue touched up her lipstick.” But you and Mike are cute together. Engaged long?”

Abby tried to maintain her tone. “A couple of months. We’re gonna start looking for a venue soon.”

“Oh.” Sue was stunned. She had assumed that Abby and Mike had just been playing but no, this was real.

Abby walked out and back to the table, Susan trailing. She could see the tension rising from the table. She went to Mike. “Everything ok?”

“I was just asking how long Frank and Susan had been hooking up.” Mike grinned. “I mean, someone here sent a photo of them together to a tabloid and then more photos from a coffee shop, it looks like, are floating around as well. Frankie boy got overheated at my question. I wondered why.” He showed Abby his phone with the article and the photos. Photos of Frank hugging Susan and then kissing her cheek.

Abby looked at Frank, who was a little pink in the cheeks. She understood; Steve had mentioned it. There had been no one since Abby and now there was Susan. Her heart broke. He found someone better. “I’m just gonna get a drink. Excuse me.” Abby headed to the bar but once she was out of sight, she made it to the lobby. She found a seclude area and sat, numb.

She let him go. She threw him away and yet, it hurt. It hurt so much that he had waited for five years for her to come back and when they met again, well, she is engaged. To his former best friend. A single tear dropped and landed on her hand.

“Cricket?”

Abby turned to see Frank standing at the doorway. “Go away.”

“No, Cricket, you’re crying.”

“Its nothing, just leave me alone.” She turned to move away but Frank stopped her. He pulled her into his arms to hold her in place.

“Abigail, what’s wrong?”

Abby looked up at Frank. He never called her Abigail. “Are you with Susan?”

“What?”

“Is what Mike saying, true? Are you dating Susan?”

Frank looked at her curiously. “Why do you care, Abby? You left me, remember? You’re with Mike.”

Abby lowered her head. “I know.”

“So, tell me, why do you care?”

She kept her head down and just shook it a little. “I just want to make sure she’s good enough,” she lied.

Frank quirked a smile. “Liar. Little lying Cricket. You could never lie to me sweetheart.” He chuckled and grasped her chin to tilt her head up. “Tell me.”

“Because I need to know,” she whispered.

Frank studied her face, seeing the deep sadness and fear of his possible answer. He sighed. “No, Cricket, I’m not dating Susan. She’s my date tonight to keep the jersey chasers away.”

Abby was stunned. “But she’s perfect.”

Frank gave a half smile. “Maybe for her boyfriend, Reed, but not for me. I know what perfect is and I’ll never find it again.”

Abby stared into his eyes, the blue she was still so in love with. “I miss you, Frankie.”

“I miss you too Cricket.” He watched the tear fall from her eye. “Don’t cry, my love,” he whispered. He wiped it away but cupped her cheek. He watched as she melted into his warmth and closed her eyes. “Open them, Cricket.” They opened and watched as he kept studying her before drifting to her lips and back. She nodded and he smiled before leaning forward and pressing his lips to her. She closed them again and gave into the kiss.

It was exactly like she remembered. His lips were soft but demanding, gentle and yet she could feel all of the love poured into it. He slowed to break the kiss but kept his forehead on hers. “Frankie,” she whispered.

“Abby. God, I’ve missed you.” He kissed her again, a little more urgently. Abby moaned and Frank took his chance, slipping his tongue in her mouth, tasting her again for the first time in five years. God, he missed this, he missed her. It went on for a moment before Frank remembered where he was, who he was with. He pulled back, stepping away from her. “Fuck, Cricket, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she shook her head. “It’s my fault.”

“Its never your fault, gorgeous.” He ran his finger through her hair and grasped her at the nape of her neck. “Fuck, you are still so beautiful,” he leaned down and kissed her again.

Abby lost herself. “Don’t leave me Frankie. I – I need you. I want you.”

“I’m yours Cricket. I always have been.” He sighed. “But Mike.”

“Let’s just keep it between us, for now, ok?” She bit her lip. “Maybe see each other when he’s out of town or at work. Just between us.”

“Abby, you’re engaged. Sweetheart, you are with...”

“The wrong man,” she finished. Frank looked at her, shocked. “I want to leave him Frankie. I made a mistake and I want to come... home.”

Home. Fuck that’s all he ever wanted. He cupped her face. “I want you to come home too. But I think we should talk and work things out. You need to break things off. But, yes, we can see each other in private, ok? I love you, Cricket.”

“Oh Frankie, I love you too.” She reached up to kiss him again. This time it was with a smile on both their faces. And an audience watching.

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thevioletninjadraws4 · 2 years ago

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Here's the cover page for Chapter One. I forgot to post it yesterday so I'm posting it now. Though I won't start the chapter until I get five pages done. So I have a small start of the comic and have pages ready to post. Though, I sadly don't know how long that's gotten take because I think I'm having an art block. So the progress might be slow. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the art.

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Five Nights at Freddy's by Scott Cawthon and Steel Wool Studios

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christinasyellowflowers · 2 years ago

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Late night talks | Alfie Solomons

Alfie Solomons x reader

Prompt: #7 Late night talks

Requested by: @Anon

Warnings: none

Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

This turned out shorter than the previous ones. I also didn't know how to end it so... Sorry ❤️

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Feedback is appreciated!

The full moon was the only source of lighting into the bedroom, were you and Alfie were snuggled under the blankets.

You were drawing circles in his bare, hairy chest with your fingers, while he talked about his day at his deranged day at the bakery.

He loved staying up late, sacrificing precious hours of sleep to talk to you, feel you. It was the only time he could have you for himself without interruptions, because nobody was allowed to interrupt his peaceful moments at home, even if the distillery was on fire.

"Alfie, why did you married me?" you popped your head up suddenly.

Alfie had the taunting remark at the tip of his tongue, but the look on your face stopped him.

"Because I love you." he reassured you, kissing your nose. " Because you are the light of hope in my life."

He kissed your lips this time, slowly and tenderly. Alfie knew that you often felt lonely and that's when the doubtful thoughts would strike, making you overthink about things when there was really no reason to.

Alfie loved you.

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mindmeltonabun-blog · 2 years ago

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Alchemy of Souls: Theories and Analysis for Eps 15-16

Hello readers and plagiarists,

I am done being nice. People have truly tested my patience.

Let's take a look at some examples of people who have been stealing my ideas/theories from this blog and reposting it as their own.

Exhibit #1

Huh...interesting....I wonder who uses the line "thinking caps on"........oh right....ME. Apparently this person loves wearing my thinking cap! Illusions and memories...so thought provoking.....would they have arrived at the same conclusions if they hadn't read my blog? Nope.

Exhibit #2

Wow.....the whole never seeing the King and Jang Gang swap back and only knowing based on the conversation they had after the swap back.......AMAZING!!! ASTONISHING!!! Too bad I was the only one who pointed these things out. Naksu being able to heal her eyes because she had gathered energy after learning many spells/skills in her previous body.....WOW...wonder where they got this from? They even used the word "data" hahahahaha. You know who else uses the word "data"? People in Science, Technology, Engineering, Mathematics (STEM)....... aka me...the scientist. In a recent dm with this person on Tumblr, I described to them how my thinking process worked (basically an adaptation of the scientific method). I told them I researched things I did not know, collected/gathered data (i.e things from the show), formed a hypothesis, analyzed data, reexamine my hypothesis if needed. So, if you see stuff about AOS endgames from this person, just know they didn't come up with those things. I was the one who told them mostly everything during a private message. It was my mistake for trusting such a despicable human being. The nerve for this person to say they had the "same thoughts" as me....same thoughts my ass.

Actually... good luck to all the plagiarists....I will not be here to explain everything that happens in Part 2!

Stupid people taking smart people's ideas just so they can receive praise. All they wanted was to feel good about themselves at my expense. They did not stop for a second to consider that this blogger right here had sacrificed time to eat and sleep just to come up with all of these ideas in the first place. All of my theories were a result of spending countless hours researching, rewatching episodes, and thinking about everything. Not to mention the many hours I spent writing and editing all these posts. These plagiarists also did not have to endure all the personal attacks I had received for all of my theories either. They received all the good things and none of the bad.

From Reddit to Facebook to Twitter, I am sick and tired of seeing so many people steal from me. I have had enough. I am trying to find the proper words to express how I feel right now, but I cannot. I am at a loss for words. I have never experienced this amount of plagiarism until now. Not when I wrote posts for TKEM, TOTNT, or DAYS. I cannot even think straight at this point.

For those who have done nothing wrong and have always given me credit for my ideas/theories, I want to thank you from the deepest parts of my heart. I am incredibly sorry for how things turned out.

To those who have come here to take more of my ideas/theories...

This will be my last T&A post for Part 1. I had written 11 pages and 5370 words, but thanks to all these plagiarists, I deleted nearly everything. What is left are some skeleton theories. I won't be including stuff about Part 2 and I will not be answering any more questions. For Part 2, I will be creating a separate password protected blog.

I do not even feel like saying "thinking caps on" anymore...

Shaman Choi and Jin Mu's Evil Plan

Past..Present..same but different.

Who's Jin Bu Yeon's Daddy?

Jang Gang.

Knowledge is Liberation

Naksu/Jin Bu Yeon-Jang Uk -Seo Yul

Jang Uk successfully gets Naksu/Jin Bu Yeon the Ice Stone.

Final Endgames

Jang Uk x Heo Yun Ok

Seo Yul x Jin Bu Yeon

Park Dang Gu x Jin Cho Yeon

Part 1 Ending

Takes place back on the icy lake from Ep1. Trapping of souls. Bad guys die. Bigger fish to fry at the western borders of Daeho.

Part 2

See ya in Seoho Fortress!

#alchemy of souls #i don't even care anymore #theories #analysis #good luck plagiarists

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binnie-huaisang · 3 years ago

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Nightmare

Genre: angst

Pairing: Hyunjin × reader

Words: 1.1 k

TW: Gender neutral reader, Hyunjin (I wrote this while thinking about Hyunjin’s situation, so keep that in mind).

Note: I’m sorry if there are some spelling or grammar mistakes, or if some expressions just don’t make sense. English isn’t my first language, but I promise I’m trying my best.

Your eyes are closed. You were dreaming just a moment ago, but there’s something that’s slowly bringing you back to reality. What was that sound? Is someone crying? What hour is it? There’s something wrong. You roll over on your back, eyes still closed, and extend your hand in order to touch the other person lying on the bed, but… It’s empty. Wait, why is it empty?

You finally open your eyes, the feeling of confusion starting to get overwhelming. Why is the other side of the bed empty? The curtains are still closed, but they are thin enough for letting in a small amount of light that allows you to look around. What’s happening? You don’t even know who you're looking for, but you know that you shouldn’t be alone.

Wait, what’s that feeling? It’s something that has been there since you opened your eyes, but it’s getting more and more intense as the time passes. Your eyes are itching, it’s probably because of the lack of light, or maybe the stress. You think about rubbing your eyes, something inside tells you that you shouldn’t do it, but you ignore that voice. Maybe it’s just some dust that... No. It’s not that. You wanted to rub your eyes, but why are they wet? Wait a minute, the person that was crying before… Was it you? You were crying. You were crying in your sleep.

The knot in your mind is slowly starting to unravel. You were crying while sleeping, and it was the sound of your own whimpers that woke you up. You were probably having a nightmare, and even if you can’t remember what it was about, something tells you that this wasn’t the first time.

“Love?” A voice suddenly distracts you from your thoughts. The partial darkness of the room and the light coming from behind the figure standing on the door makes it impossible for you to distinguish his face.

"You should've told me that you were already up". He says with a sweet voice while walking towards the window to finally open the curtains.

The sunlight blinds you for a moment, but you quickly recover after feeling the other person sit on the bed.

Your eyes are itching, this time harder than before. You feel the urge to rub your eyes again, but before your hand can reach your face, a soft grip on your wrist makes you stop.

"Baby, I've told you not to scratch your eyes. You can get hurt and-" His eyes finally meet yours, and it's until then that both of you seem to realize what's happening.

"Oh my god, baby! What's wrong? Why are you crying?!" Your mind is still a little fuzzy and you're still not able to connect all the dots, but you know this is the person you've been looking for.

The boy in front of you takes your face between his hands, making it impossible for you to look away. His eyes are full of concern, but there’s something else that you cannot describe. The warmth of his hands caressing both of your cheeks makes your eyes water again. You don’t wanna see him like this, but the frustration feeling for not knowing what’s happening is stronger.

He notices that, and decides that the best is not to push you right now. He can tell you are confused and he’s scared that he might hurt you if he keeps asking questions.

You’re so focussed on trying to comprehend what’s happening and why you can’t remember anything, that you don’t even realize when the boy sits on the bed, his back against the headboard and you between his legs. He pulls you against his chest in a sweet hug that feels too familiar for being the first time. You can feel his unsteady heartbeat coming back to normal after a few seconds of silence. It’s just him and you.

The seconds turn into minutes, and after what feels like an eternity, you finally start calming yourself. The previous frustration slowly gives place to the peace and comfort that the strange, yet familiar boy, provides you.

“Are you hungry?” The voice of the man behind you distracts you from your thoughts, just like he did before. You only nod. “Let’s go, you should eat something”.

The boy gets out of the bed and offers his hand to help you do the same. You let out a tired smile to the sweet gesture. You were about to take his hand when the boy smiles back at you and, suddenly, all the memories you’ve been missing until now, come back all at once.

“H- Hyunjin?” You whimper, the tears not even hesitating on coming out this time.

“What is it?” The concerned look has come back. “Are you okay? Is your head aching again?”

Your hands reach his shirt as soon as you feel him sitting on the mattress. Now you remember everything. He is Hyunjin, your beloved boyfriend, the one who would make you feel special even on your worst days, the one that could make you smile even when you didn’t feel like doing it. Hyunjin, the love of your life, and the one that someone dared to take away in that horrible dream from before.

“You- You weren’t there! You were gone!” The words that were stuck deep in your brain a few minutes before, are finally coming out. “And- And I was so lost without you!”

That’s it. You're not able to say anything else after those last words.

Hyunjin wraps his arms around you once again, this time rubbing your back and giving sweet kisses on the top of your head from time to time.

“Shh… It’s alright. I’m not going anywhere”. He says almost in a whisper. “It was just a bad dream”.

“B- But it felt so real!” You can hardly speak, but he still manages to understand every word. “Every time it gets more and more real!”

He can feel your whole body trembling, he knows you’re scared and that breaks his heart. He doesn’t know why you’ve been having all these bad dreams about him leaving, he’d like to know a way to make you feel safe and assured, but the only thing he can offer you are his words.

“It's okay, love. I’m here, I’m always here”.

Hyunjin was hoping that his words could calm you a little bit, but it’s not working. Now that you remember your dream, you can’t help but imagine what would it be if everything that happened there was true. You know that is ridiculous to think about that stuff when you have him right there, running his long fingers between your hair, while whispering sweet nothings in your ear, but the pain those nightmares cause every time is just too much. How could you go on without Hyunjin? He was your other half, the light in your darkness. Could you even be able to function without him in your life? It’s just a dream. You think. It’s just a horrible dream. He’s still here, he’s not going anywhere, and neither am I.

If you think I cried while writing this… Then you’re absolutely right [:

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robboyblunder · 4 years ago

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Between commission work and life stuff, I drew more of my starwars Zabrak oc mogo including a mock comic cover and his lightsaber design! If you want more details about him read below! ^^

EDIT: I realize dred is spelled dredd on the saber picture but it’s supposed to be one d i’m just dumb,

(please don’t repost/use these, and leave my description; thanks! reblogs super appreciated!!)

Mogo is a chimera zabrak being half dathomirian half iridonian, thus the two tones! He's also a dark side user but also training as a jedi because in my shared starwars AU Space opera, the jedi are changing to include all forms of the force rather than just the light, and redefine sith as those using the force for evil whether they’re light or dark side. The dark side is being recognized as not inherently evil slowly but surely, and the light recognized for being able to be recklessly evil in its own ways (chaos vs order; too much of either is bad basically)

Mogo's great grandfather is darth maul due to maul being careless and sleeping around (so kind of an unclaimed family line there), which resulted in his grandfather who wanted to follow maul's lead in the dark side/his cruel ways. His father however rejected it vehemently, wanting to change and be good. While the previous two has no force ability and fought with one another to the point his father killed his grand father, Mogo was born with the force- the dark side of it from maul.

His father became afraid of him because it was clear who he’d gotten his abilities from, and his mother was equally fearful/manipulated to listen to her husband. As a result his parents abandoned him at 5 years old by a fountain in a busy rainy square when he showed 'signs of maul/the sith' before he was found and adopted by my jedi master Jirai Augoma.

From there he was trained as a jedi, but his new adoptive jedi fathers recognized he was one with the darkside and not the light. seeking to raise him to be good despite this and believing in love/forgoing the old order rules, Jirai become closely attached. His other father Winslow however still followed the old ways and tried to keep distant (miserably failing at it however) until he became distrustful of mogo, having a vision he’d bring horrors and evil.

an unfortunate series of events lead mogo to run away due to the manipulation of the new sith lord, Emperor Null who trained him as a sith- thus his fall from the Jedi. However, as he grew older, Mogo began to hate what he’d become more than anything and is on the path to redemption. having returned to his old home, he’s faced many trials and errors while learning to try and accept that who he is isn’t inherently evil and that he can still learn to do good despite his mistakes.

The light saber pictured is his redemption saber, a dual saber using two crystals- his original jedi crystal (the purple) and his purified bled out sith crystal (the gold). It represents his past/present/future, suffering and triumph as well as his balance of learning and coming to acceptance.

there’s a BUTTLOAD of story this is summarizing because it’s a LOT but the gist is he’s a dark sider, cocky, very stubborn but also regretful and wanting to be better. and he’s gay, goth and trans YEEHAW!

thanks for reading :D

#star wars #star wars space opera #swso #mogo dred #star wars oc #swoc #oc #original character #eye strain #darth maul

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knightofameris · 5 years ago

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jar of stars - peter parker (p. ii)

Setting: After homecoming, but during the sophomore year of high school Gender: Neutral Contains: fluuuufffff????? Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: (Y/n) has a thing for paper stars. They also have a thing for Peter Parker but then an itsy bitsy spider comes ‘round and practically plays matchmaker.

a/n: Let me know if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes or if I accidentally say ‘she/he’ instead of the gender neutral ‘they’.

p. i || here! || p. iii

Enjoy! [repost from old account]

❝ do you believe me now?

yeah. yeah, i do. ❞

The sunset jar that you made the previous day was in your hands as you walked through the corridors of Midtown. The hallways were teeming with students holding AP Barron’s study books or Princeton Review. The stress of AP exams were real. Although, for the group of seniors you walked past couldn’t care less. Senioritis was spreading among them like the plague. Some smiled at you as you recognized a few familiar faces from band. God, you couldn’t wait for senior year but you were thankful that you only had one AP exam as a sophomore.

MJ, Ned, and Peter stood in front of your locker. Sharing first period, and always being the last one to school, meant meeting at your locker. Not that you minded, you were glad that you could be greeted with smiles each morning.

“About damn time,” MJ smiled at you. You grinned and shook your head, chuckling.

“Yeah well,” you began, unlocking your locker to grab a few textbooks, and dropping off other ones, “had to make sure this jar would be fine for you.” MJ quirked a brow and reached towards the jar.

“Another one?” MJ asked, examining the jar and admiring the stars. The two friends were totally unaware of Peter’s watchful eyes, who eyed the same jar he saw you make the previous evening.

“Yeah! I know how stressed you are so I thought that’d help a bit, smells like lavender.” You smirked when MJ gave you a one-sided hug. Unbeknownst to the two, once again, Peter’s brows were furrowed. Though Ned saw the pained expression on his face and nudged his best friend.

“Dude relax, they’re probably just saving the best jar for you,” Ned whispered to Peter. But he could only glare at his Filipino friend.

“Dude!” Ned only shrugged in response.

Every single one of your friends had been given a jar before. Whether it was as a birthday gift, Christmas gift, or just because, Peter had never gotten one. And he was too scared to ask, but it probably explained his fear of asking you out. Maybe you just secretly hated him.

Though, Ned was right. You had a few jars made for Peter, and a lot of them, if you opened them up, had words of a confession. But you didn’t think the jars did justice for a confession so you kept them to yourself along with your other jars of superhero schemes.

“Are you guys evening listening?” MJ punched the two in the shoulder. Peter looked up at his friend, then at you.

“Wha-? Oh, uh yeah!” Peter stammered out. You could only roll your eyes and laugh.

“You sure Parker? What were we talking about?” You crossed your arms across your chest. Peter let out incoherent noises as his mouth opened and closed, trying to form a coherent answer. Ned could only shake his head at his friend tripping over his words.

“Yeah, I got nothing, sorry (Y/n),” Peter finally let out. You laughed again and shook your head, playfully.

“Chill, you’re good. I was just saying that Spider-Man came by and talked to me yesterday.” Peter grinned and ignored Ned nudging him.

“Oh, really? How’d that go?” Your face brightened as your (e/c) glazed over with excitement and fascination from the previous evening. Peter couldn’t help the way his lips pulled upwards as he watched you go on about meeting the masked-hero, admiring your features etched upon your visage. Of course, you didn’t know that the red and blue vigilante was him, but it gave Peter a sort of confidence boost. This didn’t go unnoticed by Ned, who just teased him mercilessly in chemistry later on.

“So how was your day?” Peter asked, swinging his legs as he sat on the rail of the fire exit. You sat there looking up at him, for once not working on your stars, AP exams have been long over so there was no more stress. Plus, most of your classes you didn’t have to worry about finals in a few days. None of your grades were borderline (anymore).

You chuckled, “It was - uh - good. Summer’s just around the corner so I’ll be out and about with friends soon. You?” Peter smiled in his mask, looking down then back up at you.

“It was good, you know saving the little guys here and there while you’re at school.”

With a scoff, you said, “You’re such a liar, I’m so sure you’re a high schooler. Like me.” You shifted to stand up, leaning against the railing next to the blue-and-red vigilante.

“What? No way, how would I even balance school with this?” Peter denied. But he knew you were smart, smarter than him at times.

“Well, for one thing, you mentioned a classmate a few weeks ago so I put two and two annndd,” you trailed off, knowing you won your lips tugged into a smirk and one of your brows quirked upwards.

“Ah, fine, you got me,” Peter laughed, shaking his head at you. It was nice to hang out with you for once. Just you. Peter hasn’t had the chance lately, with Spider-Man taking up his time and AP exams, to talk to you. It was all the moments he’s had with you these past few weeks as Spider-Man that let him relax. For some reason, talking to you as Spider-Man was different. And you’d be lying if you didn’t say the same. Maybe it’s because of the fact that he’s the hero of Queens, or that he’s a stranger to you that you had no fear of judgement. Or maybe it’s just the fact that he started to feel like home, more so than Peter has been lately.

Peter jumped up from his spot on the railing and balanced his two feet on there when he held his hand out to you. You eyed his hand warily then looked up at the hero.

“Take my hand, you can trust me,” he said. You held your hand up to his hesitantly but then pulled back.

“Maybe - Maybe not today,” you chuckled nervously, running your hand through your hair. He jumped down next to you and grabbed both of your hands, you couldn’t tell but he was staring straight into yours. For a second you were terrified he was just going to whisk you off but when he squeezed your hands reassuringly, you knew he wouldn’t.

“Ye-yeah that’s fine, another time.” He set your hands down. “So, no stars today?” He leaned against the railing.

You glanced through the window of your room at your jar of stars collection then back at him, “Nope.” You popped the ‘p.’ “Not really stressed, plus I have so much right now, I don’t know what to do with them.” You started to walk towards your window and Peter tilted his head as he watched you.

“Want to see them?” You asked, kinda wary of letting him into your room. By this point, you were already halfway into your room.

“If you’re fine with it,” he replied.

“Cool, uh,” you looked at the shelf full of the superhero themed stars, “gimmie a quick moment.” You bolted into your room and grabbed all those jars and hid them under your bed. The clinking of the jars hitting each other could be heard outside, but Peter didn’t pay any attention to it. You were about to head back out to let him in when the jars for Peter caught your eye. Should you hide those too? You shook your head and instead poked your head outside the window, smiling at the masked vigilante.

“You can come in,” you said, popping back into your room and plopping down onto your bed. Peter climbed into your room and then closed the window. He felt kinda odd, whenever he had gone over to your apartment as Peter, you never let him in your room. But here he was, standing in it.

He took in the surroundings, seeing your backpack by your desk and your laptop sitting on top of the desk. Pencils and papers strewn about, even the AP Physics 1 Princeton review book was lying on the floor with the many post-it notes sticking out of it. But what caught Peter’s attention were what sat on the bookshelf. But instead of books, it was jars.

You watched Spider-Man looking around in your room, murmuring how cool it was with the posters you had up. But when he started walking up to your shelf of jars, you tensed up. Especially when he grabbed one that was meant for Peter.

“Why do you have so many of the same color scheme?” Peter held up the red-ombre jar towards you. You felt heat rush up to your cheeks, but you didn’t know why. Why were you so embarrassed?

You didn’t answer right away. You were at a loss for words so Peter looked over at you as you sat in bed, noticing your little habits you always did when you were embarrassed. He was about to tell you you didn’t have to tell him, but before he could your mouth opened up.

“They’re confession jars,” you stammered out, fiddling with your fingers and looking everywhere but at him. “For the guy I like. I just never gave it to him.”

The soft clink caused you to look up at Spider-Man’s direction, seeing him set the jar down as gently as possible. When he moved his head to look back at you, you moved your gaze elsewhere.

“Well, why not?” Peter asked, curious about who you liked. Could it be him?

You shrugged in response, “I-I don’t know. Fear, for one thing. The fact that Peter’s been- oh fuck.” You buried your face into your hands as you realized you blurted out his name. Peter’s body tensed up, each of his muscles not moving. His eyes landed on your figure, trying to comprehend if you said what he thought you did.

“Peter? (Y/n) said your name. I think you should kiss them,” Karen confirmed. He laughed dryly at Karen’s comment. Only to realize that you didn’t know he was laughing at Karen. He watched as your body slightly flinched then tensed at his response.

“Nonononono,” Peter changed out, rushing towards you to reassure you. “I didn’t mean it towards you I meant it towards Karen! She lives in my mask. My AI. In my mask.” Peter pointed towards his head, trying to explain himself so that he didn’t ruin his friendship with you. But you still didn’t respond as you hid your face in your hands.

“Hey, it’s fine, (Y/n). And I’m sorry. If it makes you feel better, I don’t even go to your school so….”

“For some reason, I don’t believe you,” you said, looking up as the heat on your cheeks began to fade away. But the embarrassment inside of you still stirred. For some reason, you didn’t believe him but you knew that was the anxiety in you trying to tell you otherwise. He’s the hero of Queens, why would he lie?

“Believe me of which statement?”

“All of them.”

“Alright, come on,” Peter said, walking out onto the fire escape. You tilted your head as you watched him leave your room. You followed him outside to be hit with the surprisingly brisk summer soon-to-be-evening air. But you didn’t have the time to say anything or even get a light jacket when Spider-Man pulled you into him, his arm draped around your torso tightly.

“Do you trust me?” He looked down at you and though you couldn’t look into his eyes to try to find his deal, you couldn’t help but slowly nod your head at him. Before you knew it, the New York air flew through your hair. Your hands clasped each other around Peter’s neck in fear of falling, but his arm grasping you was enough to keep you from imminent death.

Your heart beat loudly against your chest. And as cliche as it is, you could swear Spider-Man could hear it (and if you want to know, he was able to). Your hands grew sweaty as you swung through Queens and you buried your face into the crook of his neck until you felt the two of you land on steady ground.

A few seconds passed before you lifted your face away from his neck only to be met with the beautiful colors of the setting sun, once again. You didn’t even realize you were standing on the edge of a building until you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder.

“See, I told you that you could trust me,” Peter said. Your hand reached up to meet his gloved hand to squeeze reassuringly. “Do you believe me now?”

“Yeah,” you looked up at him with a closed smile. “Yeah. I do.”

“If that’s the case, my spidey senses are telling me you should tell this Peter-boy about your feelings.” He paused. “I-I have a good feeling about it.”

You quirked a brow, “Spidey senses?”

“Yeah, it’s-it’s like enhanced intuition?” He answered. Though it didn’t sound like an answer, you nodded your head.

“Maybe,” you replied. You looked back at the sky, the sun was already past setting and the first stars began to come out to say hello. You sighed, unsure about your feelings. After all, as much as Spider-Man would never steal, he was very well on his way to stealing your heart.

#peter parker x reader #marvel x reader #peter parker x male!reader #peter parker x neutral!reader #peter parker imagine #jar of stars series #a.writes

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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survey by nadine07

Where were you three hours ago? Was passed out on the living room couch and probably dreaming away, lmao.

Were you with anyone? Both my dogs were in the living room with me, if that counts.

Have you had anything alcoholic in the last 24 hours? Hmm, I’m trying to remember but I don’t think so. I went outside to eat, but I doubt they put any alcohol in my meal since I literally had a truffle-based pasta. No plans to drink this weekend, either.

Are you wearing shoes right now? Nope, I’m always barefoot around the house.

How long have you known your 1st phone contact? At least since the 6th grade cos I think that’s when she had transferred to my school.

Are they a relative? Nope, I went to school with her. We were seatmates for a while in sophomore year and that’s when I was able to see how talented she was at drawing and painting. She ended up transferring to UP as well after getting accepted to the fine arts program so we got to be collegemates as well, though I don’t really remember what university she initially got admitted to.

Would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? Yeah, because I’m a dumb fuck when it comes to these things. I WILL SAY though that I’ll be so much kinder to myself should this ever happen, and no longer tolerate her bullshit and emotional/mental abuse under the guise of ~unconditional love. There’ll be a lot of shit she’ll have to pick up and fix, and I wouldn’t get back with her unless she acknowledges her mistakes and seek to correct them.

Would you ever go skinny dipping with the last person who commented you? That would be Leigh, and no. Idk if I’ve shared this or if this has ever come up on a survey but Andi actually once asked me if I’d like to be a part of a threesome with them and Leigh, and I just had to immediately decline because I view Leigh as a younger sister more than anything and I can’t bear to see her all naked loooool.

When was the last time you saw a movie in theaters? December 2019.

When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? I think the morning of New Year’s Eve. I was already starting my healing process by then and the holidays were getting me feeling kind of peaceful, so I sent her a few voice notes thanking her for the year that was but giving her a heads-up that I might not talk to her for a while, because I realized I was starting to get happier on the days I didn’t force conversation with her.

I honestly thought ‘a while’ would only take a couple of weeks, but I’ve since gotten used without her presence and it’s been 3 1/2 months since our final encounter; and I think it will stay this way now.

Has anyone called you beautiful today? No.

Are you still friends with the last person who broke your trust? That would be JM, and yeah. I find him ridiculous for lying to our faces about joining a fraternity in law school (frats are a big yuck where I live because of their toxic hazing and misogynist culture), but I mean I still sort of understand why he had to do it - obviously not for the above reason, but for the perks and support that usually come with joining frats. From now on I’ll always see him as someone who can smoothly lie to my face, though.

Does drama seem to follow you everywhere? No. I would hate that lol, that would just be too much to handle.

Do you feel like anyone is playing mind games with you right now? No.

How would you feel if your best friend hooked up with your ex? I think my literal first reaction would be to laugh out of sheer disbelief, and then proceed to call her stupid for cheating and for choosing to cheat with her. After that’s died down, I think I’d mostly feel disappointed and betrayed.

How long did your last relationship last? The stint lasted 4 years, but we were technically together for 6 years if we’re counting the whole on/off thing.

If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? No. That’s what I had thought and they left. I’ve stopped trusting my feelings about these things anymore, and will assume anyone is capable of leaving.

Does it make you uncomfortable to talk on the phone around people? I just don’t want to be loud enough that I’m almost screaming around other people, but I can’t always monitor that since I have to concentrate on what I’m hearing on the other line.

Would you rather be 10 years older or 10 years younger? Probably 10 years older so that I can see into my future.

Have you ever kissed someone the same night your met them? No.

Do you bite your fingernails? Occasionally. I pick at them more frequently.

Would you consider yourself very flexible? Nah. Like I said on a previous survey, I can’t even reach my toes either while standing up or stretching on the floor.

Do you embarrass easily? Yeah.

Have you ever tried to talk your way out of getting a ticket? Yup. It’s happened twice; one of the occasions I was able to handle by myself and the other time Gab had to step in to talk to the officer because he was adamant about the ticket and I had started crying.

Did it work? Yes, both times. I’ve only been issued a ticket once, from this annoying grumpy officer in Alabang.

Have you ever been banned from anywhere? Trying to remember if I have been, but I don’t think so.

Do you have a ringtone or do you leave your phone on vibrate? The important messaging apps are on vibrate. I’ve turned off notifications for some apps and I have just the silent banner notifications for others.

What was the last thing you drank from a mug? I’m drinking coffee from one right now.

Has your #1 ever seen you naked?

Does your #2 know your deepest secret?

Will your #3 repost this?

Does your #4 smoke?

Were you born in the 90's? Yes, but by the end of it so I never considered myself a 90s kid.

When was the last time you paid less than $1 for something? The parking fee in Feliz.

Have you loaned anything out to anyone recently? Nope.

Are any of your siblings married? None of us are.

Who was the last person to spend the night with you at your house? Gabie.

How many different picture ids do you have in your wallet? Just my driver’s license and TIN ID.

Do you have a hard time making decisions? Depends on the weight of the decision. The heavier it is, the more I seek out friends who can provide fresh perspectives.

Has anyone kissed you when you weren't expecting it? Idk, Gabie probably snuck in some surprise ones a few times. IBetween the two of us I was more likely to do so, though.

Did you like it? If she did then I probably did during that time.

Who was your date to senior prom? We have junior prom, not senior prom. I just bought my favorite cousin since I had no interest in boys and was still learning how to make guy friends at that point.

Does your dad smoke? No, he’s never tried.

Is your mom over 50? She is turning 50 this year, but not until September.

Do you want to get married? It would be nice to experience it.

Have kids? Yes.

Are there any movies coming out you wanna see? Not that I know of. There are movies I do want to see, but they’ve already come out, like Ammonite and I Care A Lot.

Do you ever feel like you're leading a double life? No.

Do you have any plans to get a new tattoo or piercing? Tattoo, yeah. I’m just super chill about said plan and am not really in a hurry about it. I’ve yet to think of a design and where on my body to place it.

Do you know anyone named Christine? I know several people named Christine but they go by a nickname, like Tin.

Do you know anyone who's biracial? Sure, I went to high school with a couple of girls who are both half-brown and half-white as they both have European dads. I believe one of them is part German while the other girl is part Swiss.

Do you know anyone who works at Walmart? I don’t think so. I know my aunts who live in the US will occasionally shop there though, hahaha.

Has the last person you rode in a car with seen you in your underwear? I mean yeah, as a baby and as a young kid (it was my mom).

Are black bras sexy? They can be, sure.

Spell your full name without 'C','I','R', or 'Y': Obn.

Open the nearest book, turn to page 11, and type the first sentence: I’m at a Starbucks rn and didn’t bring any books with me.

Are you currently listening to anything? There’s jazz music faintly playing at the moment.

Would you ever consider getting breast implants? Before I definitely used to, when people still liked to make fun of small boobs. Nowadays I don’t feel the need to anymore.

If you could spend 30 minutes with someone who's gone, who would you pick? I’d probably pick my great-grandpa over my grandpa. I never met the former; and if I only had 30 minutes with my grandpa (who I did grow up with) I think it would just fuck with me psychologically.

Are you on birth control? Nopes.

Do you know anyone who is bisexual? Lots.

Would you walk into Walmart naked for $10,000? Yes.

Does anyone call you babe? No.

Do you hate it when people try to play with your hair? If I’m not close enough to them I would feel bothered, yes.

Who would you tell, or who did you tell when you lost your virginity? I think I had just told Sofie then.

Were you in a relationship 6 months ago? Yeah but it was cracking and it was cracking fast. It’ll be hitting 6 months this March, actually.

Are you still with that person? No.

Are you the kind of person who has crazy mood swings? No. This happens to my mom and I hate it very much, so I try to watch my actions and not switch rapidly between different moods.

This is question 69...so have you ;)? Sure.

How long is it until your birthday? Around a month and a couple of weeks.

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artaefact · 5 years ago

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nighted hearts, drabble #2

↳ when he realises his mistake

➳ 695 words | angst, supernatural!au | pg-15 | jeno is an asshole here, brief violence, swearings

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“You actually told her to leave?” Renjun asks in disbelief.

With a shrug, Jeno sits on the edge of his bed. “She nearly killed the girl. She was always distrustful to new people. But this is just getting too much. She was always thinking about herself, you know that.”

“Right, I didn’t know that since she was the one who found you in that vampire nest and oh, nearly lost her life to save you.”

Faltering at Renjun’s words, Jeno gapes. “W-What?”

Crossing his arms, Renjun straighten his stance from leaning against the bedroom’s doorway. “She tried to get you out herself at first but realised it was impossible.” His tone hardening as he recalls what happened. “Especially with her guts hanging out. she was barely alive when she reached our camp.”

“I…”

“Yeah, she’s very selfish to look for you even when the others told her you are dead.”

“But why?”

Renjun groans in annoyance. “Because she’s fucking in love with you, you prick. You did one hell of a good job sending away someone who truly cares for your well-being.”

“Why didn’t she tell me, I—” A loud crash earns their attention. Instantly, they rush downstairs as Jeno’s eyes widen at the sight in front of him.

The girl stands outside of the cabin, and the salt barrier on the door is broken. Jeno mentally curses as he realises the girl is chanting some spells. Rushing out to stop the girl, a massive impact suddenly knocks him from the side.

A demon pins him to the ground, wrapping its hands around Jeno’s throat as it smiles sinisterly.

Black smokes circle around the girl, launching itself into the cabin, revealing to be other demons. Without the barrier, it leaves Renjun and the others to fend for themselves.

Struggling to free himself from the demon’s tight grasp, Jeno’s vision grow blurry. When suddenly it freezes and disintegrates, the hold on Jeno’s throat gone.

Jeno inhales sharply and rolls on his stomach, coughing and vision clearing.

“Are you okay?” A hand encircles around his left upper arm, helping him up.

His eyes snap up at you. “Y/N.”

A swirl of emotions flashes in your eyes briefly, and you release your hold on him. “Sorry.”

Something changed at your demeanour through that one word as the guilt inside his chest grows in him. You merely walk past by him towards the chaos, not giving another chance for him to speak.

He shakes his head. Later then.

Immediately, Jeno follows suit into the cabin and help the others fend themselves.

Wreckage is all that’s left by the time all the demons are gone. You stand outside of the cabin, holding the cowering girl by her neck but Jeno made no move to confront you. After whispering some words into the girl’s ear, you sink your knife into her throat and decapitates her head.

“Jeno, you okay?” Renjun rushes towards him, catching his breath.

“I’m fine,” Jeno reassures. “Is everyone—”

Renjun nods. “They’re all fine, just some injuries.”

When Jeno turns his attention back to where you were, you aren’t there, just the corpse of the girl lying bloody on the ground.

Shit.

He runs outside, looking around at the now, empty forest.

“Y/N!” he calls out.

No response is heard.

Renjun comes up behind him. “Jeno, she’s gone.”

“But she fought for us, I—”

“Yes, she did, and now she left,” Renjun sighs. “Didn’t you tell her to leave before?”

Jeno stays silent.

“It’s getting dark, we should set up some tents for everyone, the cabin is completely trashed.” With that, Renjun goes back inside.

Jeno sinks on his knees, his head between his hands at the memory of your brief pained expression when you met his eyes earlier.

He remembers the way you had comforted him when he lost his sister two years ago. He remembers when you took in all his anger during his bad days because you refuse to leave him alone. You had always stayed by his side and forgiven him.

Until he decides to trust a stranger more than you.

A regretful sob slips past his lips.

What the hell have I done?

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Part Four: Are You There God? It’s Me, Y/N. (Remember The Titans S08E16)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader are stumped when they investigate a possible zombie case where an amnesiac man, simply known as Shane, dies and then revives himself once a day. After Shane is attacked by the goddess Artemis, the reader and the Winchesters realize he’s not a zombie but instead a God, more specifically, Prometheus. Warning: Good, old angst. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader. Word Count: 7,912.

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You suppose that you accomplished what you set out to do on the hunt. Oliver was free from the curse he inherited from his father, allowing him and Haley to go on and live a peaceful life. After who knows how many centuries of suffering an inhumane punishment given by Zeus himself, Prometheus was put to rest once and for all. At this point, when you and the boys were on your way back home, this was your chance to relish in your accomplishment and feel a little bit good from what you were able to do. But you couldn’t do that tonight.

Instead you stared out the backseat window and watched as the nighttime scenery passed you by, wondering why you felt a knot in your stomach. Like you were guilty over something. It didn’t take much brain power for you to figure out exactly.

“Well, here’s to that crazy little wild card called love.” Dean’s voice broke your concentration away from the window and pulled you back into reality, making you look straight forward. The fast food smell from the burgers that Dean suggested all of you should treat yourselves to make your stomach feel a bit queasy. It seemed your body was starting to disagree once again with meat. You didn't say anything about it. He handed off the wrapped up burger to his brother, curious about the man's bold tactic that ended up saving your lives. "How did you know Artemis had the hots for Prometheus, anyway?"

“Intuition.” Sam guessed, chuckling to himself about how stupid he might have been. “Luck.”

“Yeah, well, whatever it worked...pretty much.” Dean said, deciding to look at the silver lining of how all of this ended out. “At least the kid’s all right.”

You looked down at your lap from what you heard him say, knowing you were feeling something very different at the moment. You began to play with a loose string on the end of your shirt, letting it twirl around your finger until the thread was wrapped around your skin, tight enough to dig into your flesh. You tugged on the thread, using only a little bit of force before it broke.

"You know..." You spoke up for the first time since getting into the car. The boys hadn't been off about your quiet behavior, presuming it was because you were tired from the long hunt. And in a way, you were starting to. You were tired of holding up this idea that everything was okay. You needed to get this thought off your chest before you pushed yourself into a head space that you couldn't go back from. "I'm starting to think maybe I was being naive."

“What are you talking about?” Dean asked.

“When I said that I could just will myself into coming out of these trials unscathed.” You muttered the truth that you didn't think would ever come out of your mouth. A reality that you refused to believe in, but after tonight, there was no more denying. You found yourself staring at your stomach, the little bump that you had been gushing about since the first time you saw it one morning after it appeared out of nowhere. Now it felt like you were carrying around a hostage, dragging them against their will into something they never asked for. In that moment you felt like you had made a terrible mistake. "Maybe having this baby was a bad idea."

“No, no, no.” Dean realized what was going on here. Before you could go on anymore about this kind of nonsense that felt like it was coming out of nowhere, he stopped you from put somehow scaring yourself even more into a frame of mind he might not be able to pull you back out from. You couldn't get cold feet this far into your pregnancy and doing the trials. You were in the middle of the race with no way to go back. “Stop with the sullen emo crap, all right? You’re hormonal. You’re thinking too much about this.”

“It's not my hormones. I'm just thinking more clearly. I mean, do you know that's not gonna happen to me, Dean? Bobby, Rufus, now Prometheus—you think any of them chose death? No. The life chose for them. And look what happened to Oliver.” You said. You couldn't help yourself when you used the example that had ended in a happy ending, but you could only see it as some kind of future reality you were going to be facing. "You can't think our kid's not gonna turn out with something wrong with them."

"Hey, what's going on with you?" Sam couldn't help himself but jump into the conversation from what you were rambling on about that was starting to make him concerned. In all of the time of knowing about your pregnancy you had never mentioned any sort of fear like this before. "You were so excited about this baby, now you’re not? What changed?"

You crossed your arms over your chest and moved your gaze back to the backseat window, hoping for some kind of distraction to keep you from going on anymore about this conversation. But all you saw was your reflection staring back at you, almost like the world was forcing you to look at the uncertain feeling that was written all over your face. "Remember the case we took a few weeks back? With that witch who was messed with our heads and forced us to see all those terrible things?”

The boys found themselves reflecting back on one of the last hunts all of you took before the unexpected break from everything. Dean admitted to you about the the tragic memories pulled from the darkest corners of his mind that he tried not to think about. Sam had been plagued with the nightmares of the cage, along with the death of loved ones that he would never be able to shake off for the rest of his life. Your own worst memories were used against you. But it seemed the spell had dug a little deeper, turning a fear you never realized you had into a possible reality if you weren’t cautious enough. Sam was the one who asked you what you saw.

"I saw...them." You inhaled a deep breath from what you were forcing yourself to think about all over again, and to speak out loud. "My mom was there. Well, I thought it was her at first. Until I realized it was Yellow Eyes possessing her. And I saw Lucifer, too. That stupid little bastard. The both of them are in hell and they’re still messing with my head.”

“Yeah. That’s it��it was just a trick. None of what you saw was real.” Dean said in a serious tone of voice. He was trying to persuade you to the best of his ability to tell you that everything was going to be okay. It was normal for first time parents to get scared. But he felt no baby books or an article online would be able to calm down you from what all of you went through. “Our kid’s gonna come out healthy. Curse free and everything.”

"Like any of us ended up okay. Sam was fed demon blood as a baby and I was born with a split personality. And you had a baby with a monster. How much more does the universe need to tell us that this is a bad idea?" You found yourself bombarding the boys with questions you know they didn't have answers to, only empty promises that things might turn out okay. You realized that all their warnings before weren't them being too protective, they were onto something you ignored. "Everything that happens to me, from what I do, what I eat—it happens to the baby. Don't you think something could go wrong because of the trials?"

"We don't know that. The baby's fine. You're fine.” Dean argued with you, trying to knock some kind of sense into your head. “Besides, if there was even a chance something demonic going on Cas would have told you from the start."

"You said it yourself that there was something wrong with him the first day he magically came back from purgatory. He hasn't been the same for a while now. We all know that. Besides, who's to say there's some kind of leftovers hitching in my body? All that demon blood that changed me...you can't get rid of that. You can't lock me up and expect it all to evaporate." You said. "For all we know Cas isn't who we think he is. He could have lied to us about everything."

"Okay, you know what? Stop. Just stop with all of this mumbo jumbo. You promised me, okay? You promised to leave a long June Clever life filled with play dates and graduations. We're going to raise this kid properly—and together like a family. You're not welching on that deal, not on my watch.” Dean said, deciding it was time for him to take control of this morbid conversation before you could send yourself even farther down this toxic frame of mind. "Nothing bad is gonna happen to this kid or you. Sammy and I are gonna make sure of it. And if you die, it's gonna be because of something normal."

"Like a heart attack?" You asked him, your tone of voice patronizing from his idealistic thinking.

“Exactly. You're human and you're gonna die like that. In a very, very long time from now." Dean said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. You rolled your eyes from how this argument turned out. You were too tired to keep it up, admitting defeat when he grabbed a still warm burger and handed it off to you. "Now eat. Enjoy it before the baby makes us all go vegan again.”

You couldn't help yourself when you felt the smallest smile creep across the ends of your lips at Dean's attempt at a joke to help ease the tension. Dean took his eyes off the road for a moment and to the rear view mirror, watching as you settled back down in your seat and took a bite of the food, looking somewhat more relaxed tonight. He put his attention back on the open road and grabbed a few fries that were still a little hot and popped them into mouth, as if he was trying to let the greasy and overly salty taste distract him from the burdening thoughts that were starting to burrow themselves into his mind.

For the first time since learning he was going to be a father and you were dead set on the idea you were going to be the one who closed the gates of hell, he felt confident. Like maybe there was a chance all of this was going to work out in the end. There was no lifelong consequences, no death required to save the day. A split second everything seemed okay. Instead all of it took for everything all of you worked so hard to try and believe in was for a mother-to-be seeing a Greek God having to die in order for their child to live a happy and normal life.

You were the one who killed off your demon side that was ripped out of your body with your own bare hands and personal drive to get something you always strived for, to become a human being like everyone else. And you were. But there was something that couldn't be easily washed away. All that demon blood that you had been force fed by the monster himself, who wanted you created in a way that was a big middle finger to the Big Guy upstairs. You were scared the baby was going to turn out like you were, a half demon. Another monster unintentionally created. Like you, like his little brother. Dean accidentally made one himself with a stranger. You thought you had family curse that could only be stopped one way. If your bloodline ended with you.

Dean needed some kind of extra help to guide him through this situation, a best friend to call on for when things got tough. And he knew the one person that could help straighten this all out for the best. At least...he hoped. Because, at this point, there wasn't much else Dean could do.

+ + +

All of you made it back to the bunker in one piece after the long drive to wrap up this hunt. You didn't mention where you were going when you headed in first and disappeared from sight, Sam headed off to the library to clean up the books while Dean retreated to his bedroom. He needed to be alone for a little while from what he was about to do. Dean slammed the door and shrugged off his jacket, throwing it over to the desk chair, but not really caring to look to see where it ended up. He made his way over to his bed and sat on the side, readying himself for what he was about to do. He only did this when he absolutely desperate. Dean was beyond that point. He was completely lost with no guide back to the path.

Dean sat with his elbows on his legs, hunched over with a heavy head hanging low. Part of him felt stupid for what he was about to do, the other prepared himself for what he should say. Before he let any words slip out, he looked around the room, half expecting to see the angel already there. But he was still all alone. Dean inhaled a deep breath, deciding it was time to get started on asking for help from his best friend.

"Cas, you got your ears on?" Dean asked the empty silence. He waited a few seconds for some kind of response in the form of a greeting from that obnoxious gravelly voice or the flutter of angel wings. Instead he was greeted with nothing once more. Radio silence. "Listen, you know I am not the one for praying, 'cause in my book it's...it's the same as begging. But this is about Y/N, so I need you to hear me."

Dean felt that gnawing feeling of fear creep into him again, the same kind that he had when you told him that you were going to do the trials. When you were barely showing pregnant and confident you were going to win this. "We are going into this deal blind...and I don't know what's ahead or what it's gonna bring for Y/N. Or the baby, for that matter."

"Now, she's been covering pretty good for a while now, but I know she’s starting to hurt. She’s scared for might happen to the baby.” Dean admitted to anyone who might be listening. He let out a shaky breath from everything that was hitting him all at once. And the reality that might be a possibility if nobody told them otherwise “This was always supposed to be on me. I was supposed to make sure they got the life they deserved."

Dean forced himself not to think about the possible reality that you put in his head about another generation doomed for a fate of misery and pain. He wasn't going to let that happen. "You were the one who told Y/N she was having this kid. You got her so excited about this baby and this great future all of us are gonna have. She's dead set set on the idea this kid is gonna call you Uncle Cas when they get here. It’s adorable for how she’s been handling this.”

For a brief moment Dean felt himself smiling at the memories of you over the past few weeks, talking about what you might do for the baby's nursery. If he wanted to find out the gender when it came around to the time of knowing. He thought about the conversations the both of you were going to have were going to be about how your life is going to change forever and your anxieties about trying to raise this kid late at night, wrapped in each other’s arms. He thought your fears were about trying not to emotionally screw this kid up, not if they were going to turn out the same way you did.

Dean rarely had the urge to cry, but in this moment, he was pretty damn close to it. He hated feeling so out of control and useless to the people he loved the most. "I want to make sure she stays positive throughout this entire thing. And the only way I can make that happen is if you do something for me. For all that we’ve been through, I’m asking you...You keep a lookout for the both of them, okay." Dean told his absent friend the reason why he was reaching out to him after all this time. "I need to make sure what my mom used to tell me at least happens to my kid."

Angels are watching over you, his mother used to tell him every night when she tucked him into bed. It was the last thing he remembered her saying to him. For all these years he thought they were fictional as the bible, but when he found out they were real, his feelings turned into hatred for them at how cold and heartless they were. Now he hoped the one that he called family would do that for him, make sure his mother's words turned out not to be an empty promise to her grandchild. Dean looked around the bedroom to discover that he was still alone, talking to the empty silence. He let out a heavy sigh. "Where the hell are you, man?"

+ + +

It started off with you taking the keys to the Impala without asking Dean for permission, only leaving a note that you needed to be by yourself for a little while. You turned your phone off and just drove off, letting the open road take you someplace to clear your mind. For a moment you were tempted to go back to Lawrence where it all started and see if you remembered anything from your childhood before you left. Maybe going back to your roots might help you stop feeling like you were doing everything wrong. Instead you ended up in the last place someone like you thought you'd never step into ever again; a church.

You always joked with yourself that if you ever tried to step onto such a holy ground like this you would most likely burst into flames from what you used to be...and what you feared that you still were. Most demons couldn't enter a place of worship, except for a few who were powerful enough. When you stepped into the place you didn’t catch fire, there was no invisible wall blocking you from entering. You freely walked into the church of St. Christopher, who from what you could tell from the small laminated prayer card you picked up on the way in, was a patron saint of safety. Called upon in situations to offer protection against harm or evil lurking around those in need. You had to admit it was a little on the nose for your personal liking.

You shoved the prayer card into your back pocket of your jeans and made your way into the church that was built over a hundred years ago, back when people were God fearing Christians who went to church every Sunday and said grace before each meal. People put an awful lot of effort to show their love and faith to their powerful and faceless ruler. You didn't grow up in a religious household, and you lost faith in Heaven and God a long time ago, but you had to admit humans were fascinating when it came to showing their worship.

The inside of the church was breathtaking; solid oak pews carved with craftsmanship, cathedral high ceilings that made you feel dizzy when you peered up. Stained glass windows depicting people in the bible, gold and marble trimmings that were the real deal. They didn't cheap out to make the house of God look luxurious for when they sang their songs and read out of the bible, praying for forgiveness and a spot in Heaven. You stood in the middle of the empty aisle for a solid minute, admiring the beauty in the honor of someone who didn't deserve it.

You thought about leaving and forgetting about this all together, but your feet walked over to one of the empty pews and taking a seat down on the uncomfortable wood. You looked around to see there was not a single soul around trying to talk to the Big Guy tonight. It seemed you got to talk to Him all by yourself. You sat there for a moment, letting yourself ponder if this was a good idea. You felt like you didn't belong in a place like this. You were a traitor pretending to be in need of some guidance from the father of the archangel that was the one who created you. A wolf in sheep's clothing. You nervously rubbed your hands up and down on your thighs, deciding to take a crack at this whole praying thing.

“I bet You didn’t think I’d ever show my face in this kind of place, huh? Well, desperate times call for desperate measures.” You started off with a lighthearted joke to help ease the tension you were causing yourself. It was kind of funny, almost like a beginning of a punchline. A half demon walks into a church and asks God for forgiveness...only she spends the entire night not hearing a single word back. “You and I need to talk. I know You're the silent type, so that means I get to do all the talking. Lucky me.”

You thought using a little humor might help ease your nerves, your lips forced themselves into a smile. You even heard a quiet laugh escape your mouth as it echoed through the church, making you realize you were truly alone. No outsider or eavesdroppers to stop you from letting you have this talk. The smile fell off your face, replaced with a nervous look in your eye. "I don't know what I'm doing here. I don’t even know if you’re still around. If you are...listen up, old man.”

You inhaled a deep breath from what you were about to get yourself into, and all the things you had been bottling up for months were about to come clean. “I don't know if You still keep tabs on us, but I went on a little vacation because I thought I needed some time away. Constantly being used can do that to a girl. And I bet You wanted some time away too...people are always bugging You, asking for help for their stupidest problems.” You tried once again to make light of this situation, but this time, you felt even more stupid.

“When I came back into my own head space...I discovered the people I knew went through some pretty bad stuff. They went up against some pretty nasty monsters from back in the day. Sammy had to deal with the aftermath of the cage without me while I got a free pass. And if that wasn't bad enough, I even lost someone really important to me.” You went on, your heart feeling heavy at the memory you didn’t have. “I bet You know who Bobby Singer is. Drunk hunter with a dirty trucker hat. Probably is in heaven watching ‘Tori and Dean.’”

You felt your lips stretch into a real kind of smile at the memory of Bobby, the only father figure in your life for years. Saved your ass more times than you could count, gave you advice when you never asked for it. Gave you a shoulder to cry on when you needed it the most. Who died thinking you were as well. Your face began to sink downwards. “Point is, when I left things went to hell. Dean got sent to purgatory with Cas. Sam abandoned everything he knew for some girl. Even though we all found our way back together...things haven’t been the same. The boys are part of the reason why I’m here.”

You tapped your foot against the floor and looked around the church once again, feeling a bit nervous that someone was going to catch you. You looked over your shoulder, reassuring yourself that you were still alone. "I know I'm not Your child. And I’m not a good person for the things I did. But I was hoping You could look past all of that. Maybe the both of us could start off on a fresh page. What do You say?” You looked around the church again, your heart sinking when you noticed that you were still by yourself. Not sure what else you expected.

You shoved a hand inside your jean pocket to pull out something you hadn't touched in a few years after you found out shortly after coming back from your hiatus. It was still buried in the bottom of your duffel bag with all of your clothes, safely tucked away and gone unnoticed. You dangled the leather rope in the air, letting the amulet swing back and forth. The necklace that Sam had given to Dean one Christmas when they were younger, the same one you fetched out of the trash after Dean threw it away when the trail to find God went cold. The only thing that could tell if He was in the building. You brought it here in hopes tonight you would get His attention that you were serious. You were at the end of your rope.

“I'm here because I just needed someone to listen to me. I've got a lot on my plate right now. I'm pregnant with Dean's kid. Bet You didn't see that one coming. Your little match made in hell turned out alright. By the way, I'm closing the gates of hell. Bet it sounds like I've got my crap together.” You said, giving God an update on what you’d been up to over the past few months. “I thought I did. Thought I was gonna kick these trials in the ass and have this kid. Do everything our parents never did, and live happily ever after Fooled myself for a while...even got Dean on board. And he's a stubborn bastard."

For the past several weeks since you started the first trial, maybe since you found out you were pregnant, you put on this facade that you were okay. You were confident that things were going to work out all right. Now you found yourself feeling like you had made a regretful choice that was going to ruin your life forever. You hung your head low and stared at your little bump that was starting to give you conflicting emotions about what you should feel. You were happy to have this new beginning when found out, now you wondered if you made a mistake.

Your mother had been dead for sixteen years, and in this moment, you'd do anything to hear her voice. To feel her arms wrap around your body into the hugs she would give you when you were feeling sad, and tell you in a calming voice that everything was going to be okay. You closed your eyes for a moment to pretend. Hell, you'd settle for anyone to tell you that you were doing the right thing. You sniffled down the urge to let yourself break down just yet. There was more things you still needed to tell Him.

"I don't know why I'm telling You any of this. You take the award for Crappy Parent since the beginning of time. You left everyone when we needed You the most. I could sit here for hours and rip you apart for what you did to us. But I’m not. Because I have a favor to ask of you.” You said, deciding not to beat around the bush anymore. And let yourself finally feel the emotions you had been trying to fight off. "I'm here because I'm pregnant. I'm doing the trials to close the gates of hell. And I realized....I’m terrified for what the hell I’ve gotten myself into.”

People always said that God only gave you much as you could handle. Your parents were an infertile hunter and a Men of Letters legacy turned into a demon. You were born out of a demon deal that somehow turned you into a pawn to break free the Devil from the cage. You learned that you were born as a half demon that took control of your own body a few times before, then ripped out by an Angel of the Lord and the King of Hell. You lost count how many times you were tortured. You'd been to Hell and the cage. You died countless times…

But sitting here in this church, four months pregnant with your first child and talking to God—of all the people in this entire world—was where you felt the most vulnerable in your entire life.

You came here tonight for some kind of miracle. You heard so many people that it could happen if you pray hard enough. People told you He was real. The few angels that had met Him told you He was real. You might not be a child of God, but you were hopeful He'd take a few minutes to help you. "I know I'm in no position to ask you for guidance. But I don't know where else to turn."

You felt your head slump down and your body felt heavy from the sudden rush of fear that hit you like a ton of bricks. You were still trying to figure out this new motherly instinct that came after you found out you were pregnant. But you knew fear when you felt it, and this was it. The raw, gut wrenching emotion that haunted wherever you tried to go. Clouding your mind with nightmares that you couldn't shake off, no matter how many times you told yourself that you were trying your hardest. Parents always did their best to make sure their child got the life they deserved, the kind they were never given to when they were growing up.

For the longest time you hated your mother for what she put you through, John was no exception to how he decided to raise his children. The more you learned about your father and Mary, the more you realized they weren’t great as people thought they were. But, much as you resented the people who raised you, you had to admit one thing. They did their damn hardest to provide you with a life they never had. All of them tried to keep you safe, whether that be sheltering you from all kinds of evil. Or training you to fight the monsters before they could hurt you. They tried. And you were trying, too.

You were trying to make sure your child was going to have the safer, better life you never did. You weren't going to be controlling as your mother, and you'd never abandon your child the way John did to his boys. You gave them both so much slack, but here you were, realizing that it was harder than you thought. You felt like you were going to lose everything you worked so hard to get. The cycle that you were trying to break wasn’t going to end with you, but carry onto the next generation. You were going to fail as a parent before the child even got here.

"Can you please make sure my baby stays okay? " Your head slowly rose itself up and stared at the ceiling above, as if this was a better position to talk to Him. You found yourself pleading to someone that you've never met before, who turned His back on you when you needed Him the most. You didn’t know what else to do. You didn’t have anyone else to turn to.

You sat in the pew with your hands in your lap and your hands around the necklace like a set of rosary beads, waiting for any kind of reaction from the amulet. Cas mentioned that it burned bright when God was around, but it still looked the same. You swallowed in nervousness. Your brain told you that maybe something was wrong. Perhaps there would be something else more dramatic to catch your attention. A slam of the door, a heavenly chorus to erupt. Anything.

You found yourself waiting for something you should have known was never going to happen. You felt your helplessness manifest itself into the same hopelessness you felt when you were trying to figure out how to change your destiny when the apocalypse was nipping at your heels and the amulet turned into nothing more than a necklace. A wasted effort in trying to find someone who wanted to say hidden. But you weren't giving up just yet. You were just getting started. No way were your words straight from the heart going to fall on deaf ears until you told him how you really felt. And what you were really wanted him to do.

"All I’m asking is for you to look out for my kid, okay? That's it. I’m not asking you to fix the world or be a parent to your dead sons. I just want some help.” Your voice came off cold and mean, showing Him that you weren’t going to play into the silent treatment. “I did so much for you—even if You don't think so. I stood up to Your sons. I saved the world. That's got to count for something. All I need is for you to point me in the right direction. Can't you just give me a sign that I'm doing the right thing?!"

"’Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and it will be open to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds. And to him who knocks will be opened.’"

You felt yourself nearly jumping out of your skin from the voice that you weren’t expecting to hear, caught up with the idea that you were still all alone. You slowly turned around in your seat to face the stranger, greeting them with tear stained cheeks and red eyes from crying. You didn’t realized you had been doing until you had company. It came as no surprise when you saw a priest standing behind you with a warm smile, seeming to notice you were in need of some kind of spiritual guidance. You quickly wiped your face and pretended what you had been doing just a few seconds before never happened.

“The conversation tends to be very one sided with Him, I’m afraid. God’s not much of a talker.” The priest said, smiling a little wider at his joke that was badly timed in your opinion. You didn’t find him the least bit funny, his humor only made your face scrunch up in more anger. “I think you need someone who can talk back.”

"No thanks. I was just about to leave." You said. "I realized I'm not exactly welcome here."

"And why is that?" The priest asked you. He gave you a confused look as to where you had gotten such an idea from. Everyone was welcome in the Lord's house, you were half expecting him. That’s what the bible teaches. Only if you're straight, white and male. You rolled your eyes when you heard the exact speech come right out of his mouth. "God and His son teaches us to love and accept everyone. No matter what."

"It's great to hear you guys are progressive with the times and everything, but I'm not exactly of your kind." You said. "I'm not a child of God. I’m a sinner who is beyond His help. I didn’t realize that until now.”

"I highly doubt such a thing. We’re all born sinners, yes. But it's asking forgiveness and putting your trust in God. That’s the first step into finding what you seek. You must let him into your heart and guide you to salvation." The priest said. You furrowed your brow from his little speech, which was probably plucked out from the bible. "I think you came here tonight to ask Him for that."

"I came here tonight out of a moment of weakness.” You told him, not really in the mood to hear any kind of selling point to make you join his church. For a moment you almost considered about telling him the truth about how you came to be and the strange twists and turns the bible never taught him. You looked up to the ceiling and pointed a finger above. “I hate to break it to you, Father, but you're wasting your breath. He ignores all our prayers. You’re off better with the rest of us who are just trying to survive on our own.”

“You say you came here out of a moment of weakness. But if you have so little faith in God, then why are you here asking for His help?” The priest’s question took you off guard from how blunt he was being, asking for the truth without even trying to engage you in a formal conversation. It seemed he wanted to know why. “Something in your heart lead you here. You can't deny that."

"I have a lot on my mind right now. I had premarital sex and I'm having a baby out of wedlock." You pointed to your stomach, showing off the baby bump that had been making you emotional in the first place. You expected him to look revolted from one of the biggest sins someone could do, but he took you by surprise when he smiled, as if you were telling him a joke. "What? You're not going to tell me I'm going to hell?"

"Why would I say such a terrible thing like that? A baby is not a sin, no matter how they are conceived. They are a miracle given by God himself. But I don't think that is what's really bothering you. You seem like you're in need of a listening ear." He said. "Now, tell me, why are you really here?"

"You really want to hear my problems?" You asked him. The old man nodded his head. While you were tempted to tell him the truth about everything from the very beginning, as he would most likely believe every word, there was something...kind about him that you really didn't want to ruin. A sort of blandness that would be destroyed if he really knew the truth. Some things were better left unsaid. "Life has handed me a set of trials, you could say. For a while I thought they were my responsibility. I wanted to do it…until I realized how hard it was going to be. And don’t hit me with the whole ‘God only gives you what He thinks you can handle’ crap. It’s crap.”

“I wasn’t planning on it. Do you mind?” The priest gestured a hand down to the pew, asking to sit. You slid over a bit, letting him take a seat next to you. “I was going to say that in true moments of weakness we come here. Seek out the guidance of Him. Which is what you did tonight. You say that you thought these trials were your responsibility. Why is that?”

"Kind of goes back to the whole 'not being a child of God' thing. I did a lot of bad things. Things that I’m not proud of. I thought if I did these trials I’d somehow ‘cleanse’ myself from the demons inside of me.” You admitted to him. “Now I think I made a mistake, putting myself into a fight like that without knowing fully what I'm up against.”

“Have you ever thought God wanted you to be the one who did these so called trials? He has a plan for all of us.” The priest said. He had you in the beginning, but when you heard him hit you with the cheesy speech, you had to look away and roll your eyes in annoyance. “Even for those who don’t believe they are His children. Perhaps this is His way of guiding you on the path to redemption. Have you ever considered that? He might be a silent God, but he listens. And He watches out for those who want to repent for their sins.”

You couldn't help yourself when you laughed off his cliched way of thinking from the scripture he must have read over and over again for decades, learning every verse and passage to quote in the time of need to people like you. You were about to shrug off his words as nothing more than empty promises people wrote back thousands of years ago, having no clue of what they were really talking about. That was, until the inside of your palm started to feel rather...warm. You furrowed your brow in confusion, opening your hand slightly to see what was going on.

In the sixteen years you were in the presence of the amulet never once did you ever see it shift in any kind of way. Not even when Cas used it to track down God, only to find bupkus. Not until this very moment. It wasn’t burning hot like the angel had said, but you felt a heat that warmed your cold hands. Every sense in your body jump up at what you felt happening. He was around. He had to be. If there was anything you knew God did best, it was bringing people together with a reason why.

Kevin only found out how to close the gates of hell after being kidnapped by Crowley after Sam quit hunting and Dean was sent to purgatory. The reason why Sam didn't bother to do anything was because you were dead. A year passed, Dean made friends with a vampire that broke him free...reunited back with Sam, who went looking for Kevin. Only they discovered you were alive and reunited all of you together. Things lead to you discovering about Dean having a baby, and in return, you accidentally made one yourself. The constant fighting and seeing the boys break apart from how they used to made you want to fix them and make a proper family again.

All of the hunts you took since coming back, the people you met, the fighting...all of this pushed you to your breaking point. Yes. But for a good reason. He was giving you a chance to get rid of the monsters His son made to spite Him. This was your way of rebelling against your creator. The same way he did to his Father. It all made sense. He did hear you.

"People have lost their way and wonder why they end up in hell. It's because they don't let God into their hearts. We all can find inner peace if you let Jesus Christ and his Father. It's the first step you must do if you want to become what you seek.” The priest went on, telling you everything you didn’t know you needed to hear until now. "This is God's plan. He guided you here tonight so we could meet. It's all a sign. Let Him into your heart, Y/N. Let Him guide you to salvation."

"Yeah..." You felt your lips stretching into a smile from what you were hearing. The warmth the amulet was slowly starting to cool down, but it was still enough to keep your faith. It made sense all of it did. You looked over at the priest to give him a smile at his kind words, knowing they meant more to you than he would ever realize. "You're right, Father. I guess in a way this is Him giving me a chance to do something right. I didn't see it until now. Thank you."

"You're welcome, my child." The priest said, giving you a warm smile from how you turned yourself to see the right direction. "Always know our doors are open for you and your family. And know, you're never going to be alone when you face these trials. He's always with you."

You thanked the priest once more from his kind words that went farther than he would ever know. The both of you stood back up, letting you make your way the exit, knowing your time here was done. You felt a smile lingering on your lips and your skin still tingling from what you witnessed. A miracle, some might say. You didn't need to be here anymore, because you found what you were looking for.

You made your way the doors and stopped for a moment to tuck away the necklace for safekeeping and searched around for the keys to the Impala. You found them, along with the prayer card. You examined the biblical painting of St. Christopher carrying Baby Jesus on his shoulder. Reminding you that the priest was right. The both of you weren't alone. You were always going to have someone look out for your protection.

The priest, in which he called himself Father Marv, watched as you made your way safely out of the church and back to wherever you crawled out from. Your head was still buzzing with the magnificent words from the holy bible, scripture often mistaken as the true word of God. Farther Marv scoffed at the insult, pulling off the clergy collar from his neck and threw it to the ground. People don't know the true word spoken by Him. Father Marv knew. After all, he was the one who personally wrote down everything God spoke, back when the world was the beauty of Eden. A garden of peacefulness and serenity. He knew about the trials you were talking about.

It was the reason why he was back among the humans. He never liked sticking his head out into the real world, preferring the comfort of books. Novels, nonfiction, science. Math. Anything humans published since the dawn of time. It was only when a prophet started reading his handiwork that got him curious to step out doors, and find out what happened to the world. To say he was disappointed in his brothers and sisters was an understatement. God would have been so disappointed. So much corruption, so many lost and wandering souls. And one who lost their way, and got a little too big for their britches.

The half demon spawn his archangel brother was trying to close the gates of hell. But she wasn't that no more. You can take the demon out of the girl, but you can't take the wicked touch Lucifer put in her out. As if things weren't bad enough, she was carrying an offspring. Evil breeds evil.

These were Godless times. Someone needed to put things right. And who better than the angel who wrote everything God spoke? He was going to make sure this world into what He always wanted.

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