#so i went hunting through the house for a heat pad

[fingertipsmp3]

Literally lying in bed like a Victorian child about to perish from the consumption

[leggerefiore]

“Darling… Where is our egg?” The Reshiram hybrid stood over you in the nest with a panicked expression, “Actually, where is Ingo's egg, too?” You held back a snicker at his expression. His feathers were the very definition of ruffled as he moved blankets and clothing around in a desperate attempt to find a trace of the two dragon eggs that had previously laid in the nest.

“I don't know,” you lied, catching the dragon of truth's attention immediately, “Well, I do. But I want you and Ingo to find them.” He looked even more distressed. “It's a holiday thing; an egg hunt,” you explained, “Don't worry, I put them in safe places with more than enough warmth.”

A sigh left him, “Must humans make such terrifying holidays?” He gave a small smile at you. “You had brother and I verrry worried! A lot of people would love to steal eggs of legendaries!” he chided you, “Mmm… But this is also a challenge. I must win.” With that, he marched out of the room. You followed behind him and watched as he explained the situation to Ingo.

Ingo, naturally, did not care for the challenge and was more worried about the eggs. Emmet stopped him from demanding their location from you, however. The Zekrom hybrid could only give you a pleading look as his counterpart walked off to continue his search. Ingo gave up his desperate look after a few moments and joined his brother in investigating.

Ingo went through every cabinet in the kitchen before moving on to the laundry room, and Emmet looked under the tables of the house. Dragon eggs were quite large, so there were few good places to tuck them away, especially with their need for a constant warmth. The dragon of ideals threw open the oven in a frenzy. Of course, you had not put them there. It was a dangerous option for them. Emmet felt struck by something as he dashed into the bathroom.

He pulled back the curtain on the shower to reveal a nicely wrapped black and white egg. The Reshiram hybrid quickly picked it up and rushed away with it back go the nest. “Emmet found one,” you told Ingo, who was currently peering into the dryer. His eyes went big. Soon, he rushed into the bathroom, too, but nothing remained. He then opened the toilet, causing you to give him a glare. He gave you one back.

“Where are they?” he asked, standing tall with his wings spread out behind him, slit pupils peering deeply into you, “Where is our child?” You pointed him to his office. The door was opened in a panic. He quickly searched around the room until he finally turned around his office chair. There sat the grey egg with a heating pad under it. His work cap laid on its top. He instantly had the egg in his arms as he rushed away with it to the nest.

You sighed. Well, the holiday had been celebrated.

You were banished from the nest for a day after that, and they refused to leave their eggs for a week. Ingo also hissed at you.

[jungle-angel]

Out in the Middle: Part 15

Summary: While the guys are off on the hunt, you and the girls decide to have a little fun of your own

You stamped off your boots as you came back into the house, hanging up your jacket on the coat hook along with your hat and mittens. It was a hell of alot colder out now, the snow falling harder but the heat of the house and the smell of cinnamon, cloves and apples bombarding your senses and warming you from your head to your toes.

“Ya’ll gotta be freezing!” Beth exclaimed as she pulled something from a small fridge under the counter.

“Yeah and the hands are still out in it,” you said, removing your scarf and hanging it up. “I’m hoping they come in soon.”

“I told’em no later than noon,” Beth said. “It’s gonna get colder through the winter and nobody’s freezin to death on our watch.”

“Whatcha got?”

“Little something for later when the kids are asleep and the men are downstairs in the basement watching the football game later.”

Beth pulled a clear bottle from the wine fridge under the counter and stuck it right next to the toaster. Your jaw almost dropped when you saw it, relieved that it was finally that time of the week. “Beth Wheeler, you are a lifesaver!!!” you exclaimed. 

“I wasn’t about to let any of us go the whole week without it,” Beth told you. “i love the babies to death but I’d love nothing more than to just let Joey run around outside with a stick.” 

You laughed a little as Beth stuck it back in the fridge for later, the two of you getting the kitchen set up to make dinner. Surprisingly enough, the kids were as quiet as could be, playing downstairs in the basement or watching some of the old VHS tapes that John had collected throughout the years. Monica came through the door a few minutes later, practically speaking in tongues as she shivered. 

“Them idjits better get their butts home before the deep freeze hits,” she shuddered, stripping off her coat and scarf. 

“Are the hands all in?” Beth asked. 

“They went in an hour ago,” Monica answered. “Last I heard from Kayce, they were just over the hill and coming back.” 

You looked up at the wall clock just above the stove and saw that it would be at least another ten to fifteen minutes before they were home. God please let them get home before the snow gets worse......you prayed. 

Monica pulled up her Spotify playlist before she set to helping you and Beth before Nora made her way up from the basement. “Oh ladies,” she chirped. “Guess what? I come bearing a gift.” 

You and Beth snorted a little while Monica playfully rolled her eyes. “Whatcha got?” Monica asked. 

“Remember the week before Halloween when you and I went over the hill to go and get a few things for your dad?” 

“Yeah why?” 

“Well,” Nora said. “I’ve had this sitting in a wooden fruit crate ever since harvest and every year at Thanksgiving, my gram and my aunts would put it out as a centerpiece or serve it at the table.” 

What Nora pulled from the box was nothing short of awesome, several ears of corn in bright shades of red, orange, yellow and black. “Oh my God, where did you.....?” 

“Rose Black Moon gave us some out of her field when we helped her and her grandsons fix the tractor,” Nora explained. 

“Was it really bad?” Beth asked. 

“Hadn’t been working since the summer,” Nora answered. “Parts were hard to get and we had to barter for the ones we couldn’t get at Tractor Supply. But it got fixed and they got the harvest in on time so I’d say it was a success.” 

You and the girls chattered away about everything under the sun when you saw Cody, the youngest of Beth and Rip’s kids padding his way to the sliding glass door, his thumb in his mouth and his Denver Broncos blanket clutched in one arm. Beth had always joked that Cody should have been named “Linus” from the way he always had his thumb in his mouth and his blanket in his hand. 

All of a sudden, Cody’s little head perked up and so didn’t the family mutt’s. “Momma!!! Momma!! Turkeys!!!” 

“You see the turkeys Cody?” Beth asked. 

“No Momma! Turkey!!” 

Cody pulled at the sleeve of his mother’s hoodie before Beth followed him to the sliding glass door and sure enough, there were the men, traipsing through the snow, pulling the freshly hunted turkeys on a small sled behind them. 

“Thank God they made it,” Beth said. “I’m gonna go and let’em in.”

You followed Beth down to the basement, through the bar room and past the room where the kids were playing and into the store room to let the boys in. One by one, they filed into the mudroom, kicking off their boots and stamping off the snow on the shitty rugs before hanging their wet clothes up. 

“Good hunt baby?” you asked as you helped Rhett off with his wet jacket. 

“Caught three birds,” Rhett said in between his chattering teeth. “Twenty pounds each.” 

“Holy shit!” 

You placed your warm hands on Rhett’s freezing, reddened cheeks, the cold running from him to you as he pulled you close to him. “I’m gonna rest for a while,” Rhett said sleepily. “We’ll get the birds all de-feathered later.”

“Wanna watch something while the girls and I cook?” you asked, kissing his cheek. 

“Might watch ‘The Men Who Built America’ with John or something,” Rhett answered, rubbing his tired eyes. “Mom said she went to the store to get a few things and then she’s comin back.” 

“Go get yourself upstairs and we’ll make you guys hot drinks if you want’em,” you told him. “We’ve got all day today and then tomorrow is the big day.” 

You and Rhett walked hand in hand up to the living room, excited for the day ahead tomorrow and relieved that you could catch a break in between until then.

[kewltie]

[season 1 - complete] under//fire

01.

Katsuki had went up against the vilest criminals, but nothing compares to a doe-eyed Izuku in a heat dazed.

"No more ice cream." His lips wobble precariously just on the edge of tears.

"Fuck." He storms out of the house, hunting for ice cream at 3am because his omega needs it.

02.

Omegas are the devil's temptation, which is how he finds himself standing outside the bathroom, waiting for Izuku to finish his business.

"Kacchan?" A tiny, needy voice penetrates through the door. "Are you still here?"

He sighs, knowing nothing will move him from here. "Yea."

03.

"Kacchan, don't leave," he begs, clutching Katsuki's sleeve. "Please, I don't want to be without you."

"I'm just going to take a piss," he huffs, rolling his eyes. Izuku's watery eyes doesn't waver, lips quivering.

"Fine," Katsuki hisses. "I'll leave the fucking door open."

04.

"Let's make a baby," Izuku says eagerly, his heat-addled brain completely forgetting the fact that's he's on contraception. "I want to have twelve babies."

"That's a lot—" Katsuki doesn't finish that sentence against the earnest hope on Izuku's face. "We'll work on it, okay?"

05.

This is a battlefield, and Katsuki is not a fucking loser. "No," he snaps mercilessly.

Izuku lets out a pitiful whine, urgent and needy. "Kacchan."

Fuck. He huffs heatedly, taking off his last clean shirt and throws it at Izuku's nest. He was doomed to failure from the start.

06.

"Is there a problem, sir?" the server asks coldly, her Deku's hairclip gleaming brightly.

"I didn't make him cry!" Katsuki snaps, annoyed.

With watery eyes, Izuku looks up from his plate of dead fish. "Do you think his family miss him?" he asks in a dramatic, weeping fashion.

07.

"Are you going to sulk all day?" Katsuki glares at the frowning face pillow next to a large lump on the bed.

The lump twitches, but refuses to move otherwise.

He sighs. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

A scarred hand shoots out of the sheets and turns the pillow over to a smiling face.

08.

"Why didn't she stop?!" Izuku says, wiping his tears with a soggy tissue.

He sneers, silently handing over the night's second box of tissues.

 Izuku turns to him. "Would you ever chase after me across an airport?"

"Fuck no," Katsuki huffs, "because it'll never come to that."

09.

"Kacchan, it's your birthday, you don't have to stay just because of my heat," he insists. "Go and celebrate with our friends."

He glances down at Izuku's hand clinging to his shirt that speak the opposite. "Don't try to be martyr, idiot." He snorts, taking that hand in his.

10.

"Can you stop by the store and buy some pads? I'm on my last one," Izuku asks over the phone.

Katsuki snorts as he scans the shelf. "Do I look like your errand boy?"

"Kacchan," he whines. "I'll consider it," he says, even as he puts the familiar omega hygiene into his basket.

11.

The moment Katsuki steps into the room, he can sense something is wrong. It's 10° warmer than usual and there are clothes all over the floor, then he hears a pitiful whine calling out: "Kacchan?"

He quickly checks the date on his phone. It's 9 days early, but—"Fuck," he murmurs.

12.

With eyes downcast and lips pressed together, Izuku tugs at his sleeve.

Katsuki rolls his eyes. "Use your words, I can't read your fucking mind," he says.

Bashfully, but firmly, he finally reveals, "Give me a kiss before you go."

Shyly and sweetly, Izuku gently murders him.

13.

Izuku shakes his head. "Tamagoyaki then?" He pauses as though to think about it, then nods.

"Not feeling talkative, huh?" Katsuki muses. "Finally, I don't have to put up with your annoying chatter."

He pouts. "Mean," he croaks, the first word of the day as Katsuki smirks.

14.

Izuku bumps his head against Katsuki's shoulder. "Sorry," he says. "I must be so annoying to be around during my heat."

Katsuki scoffs. "Yea, that's why you're going to owe me the rest of your life."

"Okay," he agrees easily enough, oblivious to what that promise truly mean.

15.

"You're taking three weeks off for Midoriya's heat?!" Denki exclaims over the phone.

He snorts. "Yea."

"Kacchan," Izuku calls out, and he turns to see him looking absolutely heartbroken at their ricecooker. "I burned the rice." His lips quiver. "I'm the worst!"

Katsuki sighs.

16.

"Kacchan."

Katsuki snorts. "Busy."

Again, a tugging pressure against his side.

He sighs, putting down the tablet at last. "What, I didn't give you enough attention already..." He turns to Izuku with a wry smirk.

Izuku's cheeks are stained bright red, but he didn't deny it.

17.

"Isn't it adorable?" Izuku gushes over a baby blanket.

Katsuki grunts in acknowledgment.

He tugs at his sleeve excitedly as he spots a display ahead. "That's an All Might's crib!"

"No." Katsuki draws the line of getting a crib for their non-existence baby's room and baby.

18.

"I know you only put up with me because you're kind," Izuku says with lingering sadness. Eyes downcast. "I can do this on my own so don't worry."

Katsuki clicks his tongue in annoyance as he gives him a measured look. "Fine." He huffs. "I'll go on the fucking carousel with you."

19.

Izuku is curled up into a ball with his chin tucked into his chest. He looks small and defeated like this.

"Deku?" Katsuki touches the side of his face.

He lifts his head and nuzzles his cheek against Katsuki's palm. "Stay with me?"

"Yea," he breathes, "whatever you want."

20.

Katsuki stares at the doorknob. It's unlocked, but he makes no move even as the heavy, thick pheromone leaking from the door tries to compel him.

"Kacchan?" The voice on the other side beckons. Needy. Permissible.

Finally, his feet are unchained and he answers Izuku's call.

[2goth2moth]

What Kind of Fun do Vampires Have? (M!Vampire x M!Reader, NSFW)

Pretty sure that “willing blood bag for colony of vampires” is my new dream job. This is probably going to turn into a series, let me know if you’d be interested in me uploading versions with an AFAB reader :) 

Word Count: 2436

Includes: Blood, biting, consensual aphrodisiac (kind of), coming untouched, mild d/s overtones

Every second that you spent standing in front of the old building was another second you questioned your decision to come at all. It loomed, dark and imposing in the dusk, looking like the kind of place that would take a great deal of joy in eating up a person like you. You had gone looking for the mysterious building because of a rumour and an address handed to you by your friend, a piece of paper slipped into your hand with a wink and a quip about your “taste in lovers”. As if she had any room to judge…

But the rumours were about an entire vampire colony, and you just couldn’t help but be intrigued. Historically, vampires tended to be solitary creatures and actively hunted for their prey (and some still did), but modern colonies were said to actually keep humans in their fold, like employees.

Or pets, your brain supplied. 

A shiver went through you. It was impossible to deny that the thought was appealing. Now that you were here, though, you were starting to second-guess yourself, no matter how much the idea of being kept by a vampire colony set your nerve endings buzzing. 

“Looking for something, pretty boy?”

A silky voice sent you nearly jumping out of your skin. You whipped around to find its source, heart thumping in your chest. Behind you, a young man dressed in a dark green shirt leaned against a tree. He pushed off the trunk and started making his way towards you, each movement steeped in easy, confident grace. 

“H-hello,” you said shakily. 

“Hi,” the young man replied, voice tinged with humour. He stopped a pace away from you and smiled, a charming thing made of slightly crinkling eyes and very nicely shaped lips. “Looking for something?”

“Um...yes? I was told...I heard about a vampire colony. They live here?”

The young man’s eyes widened a touch. “Looking for a colony? You don’t look like the type to hunt monsters.”

 “I’m not. I’m here for...a different reason.” Your face heated, almost embarrassed by the implication. 

The young man raised a well-groomed eyebrow. “‘A different reason’? And what might that be?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you grumbled. 

“You don’t?” he asked. He stepped closer to you, so close that you could see each one of his fine, dark eyelashes. His lips split into a grin. Long fangs, pure white and wickedly sharp, snapped down over his teeth. “How about now?”

Your mouth went dry. “Umm…”

The young man-- the vampire-- chuckled quietly and stepped even closer, now almost chest-to-chest, and ran his pointer finger along the neckline of your sweater. You tried to look anywhere except for those gorgeous fangs in that very nice mouth, focusing instead on the small golden buttons on his shirt. They contrasted nicely with the bottle green fabric, and the first two were undone, exposing the very top of his chest. You absently thought that it was a good place to focus.

“My name is Sana, pretty boy.” His voice snapped you back to attention. “Are you going to stand out here all day, or do you want to come inside?”

“Come-- can I come in?”

He smirked at you. With practiced ease he hooked his finger into your collar and led you into the imposing building. He walked you through the doors, and into a room with a plush couch. He rounded on you, stepping close again. You swore you could feel his chest brushing up against yours through your clothes.

“Now, what’s this ‘different reason’ you’re looking for vampires?” He asked, voice saccharine-sweet and dripping with innocence. “You said you weren’t a hunter, but I can’t possibly think of why you would come looking for a colony.”

It couldn’t be more obvious that he was teasing you, that he wanted to make you spell out why you were there. 

You pushed through the embarrassment of having to explain. “I, um...my friend told me about this...your colony. And I know the rumours about how…”

“How we keep human members?”

The way he cut you off in such a matter-of-fact way made you snap your mouth shut.  

“Uh, yes?” You stammered, feeling your face heat up. “And I wanted...well, I was wondering if you needed a new...human.”

A little overwhelmed by having to admit it out loud, your eyes dropped away from Sana’s and back to the inches of skin exposed by his open buttons. It was still a very good place to look. A hand, shockingly cold in the already cool room, gently grasped your chin and tilted it up, forcing your eyes to meet his again. 

His thumb rubbed soothing circles into your skin. “And you wanted to…’apply for the position’?”

You nodded. 

Sana smiled sweetly, and turned your head back and forth with that same tender grip, looking at you with an appraising gaze. He made a quiet noise of approval. “I know that I wouldn’t be opposed to having a pretty little thing like you around the house, and I’d be shocked if anyone else would complain about it.” 

A whimper threatened to escape from your mouth at that. 

“But I’m the only one here right now. And it’s very rude to take on a human without the whole colony wanting them.”

Your heart dropped. “O-oh. Okay, I can leave then. Sorry to intrude…”

“Hey.” The hold on your chin tightened. “Who said anything about you leaving?” Sana stepped towards you, making you back up until the back of your knees hit the beautiful couch you had noticed earlier. His hands, firm and steady against you, guided you to sit down. He settled down next to you. “I can’t decide that you’re our human all by myself, but there’s no rules about us having a little fun while we wait for everyone to get back.” 

He let himself drift closer to you, and you could feel his cold presence raise goosebumps on your skin. 

“What kind of ''fun”?” You asked.

“I’m a vampire. What kind do you think?”

Those beautiful fangs flashed across your mind again. “If you want to bite me...I’d like that too.” The awkward wording sent embarrassment through you, and you dropped your gaze again.

Sana laughed, the sound clear and sweet. “I’m glad that you’d like it too.” He shifted even closer, and his voice dipped sharply, suddenly low and sultry. “Because it’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

His cold breath fanned out over your neck. You groaned under your breath, lifting your chin to expose more of the warm skin for the vampire to nose up against. The tip of a tongue flickered over your jugular. The trail of saliva tingled slightly, sending sparks into your fingertips. A thought crossed your mind. “Sana?” A quiet hum into your neck was his only response. “Is your spit an aphrodisiac?”

He pulled back from you, a thumb replacing the tongue rubbing over the side of your throat. “Kind of,” he said. “It numbs down pain and heightens pleasure, but it doesn’t mess with your head. And it doesn’t absorb through skin.” A slow drag of the pad of his thumb sent a shiver rippling down your spine. “Do you still want this?”

There was no question in your mind. “Absolutely.”

A soft kiss was pressed to the column of your throat before those fangs sunk deep into your neck. Even though you had been prepared for it, the sudden pain of it made you gasp. It lanced through you sharply before slowly melting into a gentle warmth. The feeling was comforting as it thrummed through your veins. You couldn’t help but sigh and lean closer to Sana. He worked his fangs a little deeper, and sucked lightly. 

“Ahh.” 

The moan slipped out of your mouth unbidden. The barely-there suction felt unbelievably good, and you pushed even closer to Sana. He smirked against your skin. His hand-- skin still cold to the touch-- came up to cradle your face, tugging your head backwards to expose even more of your neck. The touch made you moan again, and you could feel your cock start to harden, pleasure coiling deep in your stomach. The grip on your throat loosened and his fangs slid out of you. Something warm and wet-- probably blood, maybe spit-- dripped down before Sana’s tongue darted out to lick it up. The flicker and drag of the tongue against your skin pulled more quiet sounds of pleasure out of you. The hand not occupied with holding your head in place crept down to grasp at your hip. The chill seeped through your clothing, and the pressure made your hips buck involuntarily. A dull throb settled in around the still-bleeding bite.

“Are you okay, darling?” Sana crooned to you. 

That sinful tongue ran over the shell of your ear before his mouth lowered to suck lightly on the wound again.

“It just feels so good.” Your chest was starting to heave with heavy breaths. Every touch on your skin felt electric, like a livewire connected to each of your nerves. 

“I told you it would.”

The hand that was holding onto your head tightened suddenly and pushed you to the other side. He licked his bloodstained lips before lowering his mouth to the unmarked side of your neck. Lips, warmed to room temperature by your skin, just barely ghosted over you, raising goosebumps in their wake and sending more heat pooling in your gut. 

Your moans were breathy and muffled as you bit down hard on your lip, trying to be as quiet as possible. “I didn’t know it was going to be like this."

“Is it too much?” Sana asked, pulling away a little bit. The loss of contact made you whine and arch towards him.

“N-no,” you groaned, “I just don't think I’m going to...last much longer.”

The hand that had been gripping your hip trailed up to slip under the hem of your shirt. His fingers stroked teasing circles into your abdomen, tightening the pleasurable coil in your belly. “I didn’t expect you to.”

You didn’t have time to react before he once again sunk his teeth into your undamaged flesh, lovely mouth finding its place right where your neck met your shoulder. The pain was almost nonexistent, just sharp, deep-seated, irresistible pleasure. Sana’s soft lips suckled on your skin with hellish gentleness, pulling blood from the wound around his fangs. Your hips bucked up again, thrusting into nothing, trying desperately to get some friction against your cock. He unclamped his jaw from your shoulder, fangs slipping free. Warm blood flowed down from the bite, catching briefly at the base of your throat before sliding further down and touching your shirt. A delicate, cool finger hooked into your collar and pulled it down before it could get more stained. His tongue chased the blood back to its source, lapping it up with intoxicating deftness. Each stroke left a trail of chilled spit over your skin, cooling even further in the air of the room. Choked-out noises of ecstasy fell from your lips with every slick drag. You wriggled about, trying to twist far enough to get Sana’s leg between yours, so riled up that you would happily hump yourself to completion on the thigh of a vampire you just met. It was a hopeless pursuit, his hand returning to your hip to keep you pinned to the couch with superhuman strength. His thumb stroked the crease between your hip and thigh as his mouth went back to sucking on your neck. 

“Please…” you began begging. Your hips were stuttering up into the air and your gut tightened even more. 

Sana’s lips disconnected from your throat. He kissed the wound and then the soft skin behind your ear. You were practically drooling at this point, your hips twitching constantly into the air. All of the feelings were getting so overwhelming that you felt the slightest push in any direction would make you completely unravel. The hand that still pulled your head back tightened, fingertips digging into your skin. The one at your hip began stroking the area through your clothes, straying up under your shirt, drawing torturous loops over the side of your stomach. His mouth landed over his bite once more and he sucked hard on your neck. You could feel the moment when that lovely tongue flicked out of his mouth and swirled over your heated skin.

The coil snapped. 

You arched violently off of the couch as you climaxed with a broken, sobbing cry. Waves of impossible pleasure washed over you as you came in your pants, completely and utterly untouched. The world went fuzzy around you, warmth and ecstasy still coursing through your veins. All you could feel was the world around you melting into a syrupy haze in the aftermath of such an intense orgasm. 

Something icy-cold touched your lips, and a sweet and tangy liquid was poured into your mouth. Orange juice. You noticed a hand cradling your head, and a gentle voice speaking quietly.

“Drink this, darling. You just lost a lot of fluid.”

You opened your eyes slowly, and saw Sana sitting next to you, holding a bottle of juice to your lips. The corners of his mouth were stained red with your blood, and his skin had taken on a warm, flushed appearance that you hadn’t even noticed it was lacking. 

“How was that, sweetheart?” He asked with a voice drenched in fondness.

Taking the bottle from him, you took a few more gulps, steadily feeling much less wrung-out, though the wonderful afterglow remained. “Mmmm, it was amazing.”

Soft fingertips smoothed over the bite marks on your neck. “Are you in any pain right now?”

“None. It still feels so good.”

He chuckled, moving forward to kiss your cheek. “It will for a bit longer. They’ll heal fast, probably by tomorrow, but you’ll feel pretty achy and bruised in a few hours. I won’t need to feed for a week at least, but you shouldn’t let anyone else feed from you until the bites are healed.” He absentmindedly rubbed a finger along your earlobe. “That is assuming that you’re still interested in staying to meet the rest of the colony?”

Draining the orange juice, you put the bottle down on the floor and leaned into his touch. “Of course I am.” The statement was simple and to the point, disarming in its honesty.

The smile he gave you was pink at the edges and could have outshone the sun. 

[mycrofts-gunbrella]

Caring is the Greatest Advantage- Mycroft Holmes x Reader (Part 11)

A/N- Okay so this is just a short 2k fill in chapter! It’s kinda cute and kinda sad but it was too long to add to the last chapter, and it doesn’t fit in with the theme of the next chapter (though it sets it up quite nicely!). The next chapter is likely going to be a bit angsty but I promise it’ll have a rewarding ending to it! I hope to have it written and up sooner rather than later but, until then, enjoy this little piece.

Word Count- 2028

The ten minute drive from Baker Street to the Natural History Museum went by in a flash- most of it being spent by Mycroft giving you a mental tour of the building's various rooms and the 'most appropriate route to take'. Though it did also take a minute or two for you to convince him to not get everybody kicked out for a private visit, no matter how many people were there.. Admittedly, you hadn't been to the museum for 6 years or so now- after living so long in London it feels less of a luxury being only round the corner from it- but walking through the doors made you feel like a child again. Entry to the museum was free, but that didn't mean you didn't see Mycroft swiftly pushing a few notes into the donation bin at the front before guiding you forwards. Glancing up, you eyed the blue whale skeleton that hung from the ceiling and frowned. Mycroft caught your look and spoke up.

"Ah yes, Hope has been a relatively recent addition to the museum. She was found dead on an Irish beach back in 1891. It's a rather beautiful marvel to gaze upon, though, large as she is, she doesn't quite fill the hole in my heart that was left after my beloved Dippy was removed." Your eyes scanned the skeleton of the large mammal once more before looking back at Mycroft. "I did try to convince the board to keep the diplodocus somewhere but all attempts were futile. There's only so much force you can put into such a topic without exposing yourself as-"

"As a man who loves dinosaur bones more than he loves people?" Mycroft shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed.

"The very thing." Lifting your arm, you rested your hand at the crook of Mycroft's elbow to encourage him to move on.

"When we get home and have dinner we can raise a toast in Dippy's honour.. but for now, my mind's been taken over by that huge statue of Darwin." And the pair of you headed off, your hand very much staying place at Mycroft's arm as you wandered through the rooms- Mycroft more than willing to reel off facts about every deceased animal of history and, more often than not, even impressing the workers with his spiel of facts. Though you were very much enjoying wandering aimlessly through the room of human evolution, you most definitely noticed the pull from the man beside you as he was eager to reach his beloved dino-pals. As you turned the corner into the slightly darkened dinosaur room, you tripped over your feet slightly as you felt Mycroft stop in his tracks, his eyes wide and taking everything in. He looked as happy as a boy at Christmas and, quite frankly, it was adorable. You nudged him slightly when he still didn't move. "You okay?"

"Sorry, it just seems as though, no matter how many times I come here, it always feels like the first." He had shaken his head as though to bring his thoughts back to focus before taking a few steps into the gallery and leading you over to the skeletal remains of a Baryonyx. "The name Baryonyx roughly translates to 'Heavy Claw' from the Ancient Greek's 'Barys' meaning heavy and 'onyx' being claw or talon." He spoke, his voice smooth and relaxed as his fingers brushed over the board that announced the name of the creature within the glass. "It was also an excellent swimmer which it would use to its advantage while hunting." You listened to his every word as he spoke, grinning as he excitedly told you how many teeth it had and it's preferred techniques for capturing food before he moved you onto the next one.

"Oh these beauties have always been my favourite." You almost whispered, taking in the sight of the huge triceratops skull. You barely noticed Mycroft's hand shift from his pocket until you felt the heat of his palm against the small of your back, fingers squeezing slightly by your hip as he spoke.

"Mine too. Sherlock used to say they were boring and that we might as well have gone to the zoo to look at rhinos. He ended up spending 5 months trying to prove that the rhinos were descendants from the triceratops and then avoided me for 3 weeks when he realised there was no connection at all."

"That sounds about right. Though I can't imagine Sherlock enjoying it here very much anyway.." Mycroft began to guide you to a small bench just off the side to sit down, still giving you the view of the beautiful dinosaur bones.

"He didn't. When we were much younger he would kick off until Mummy and Father would tell us it's time to go and I had to go with them.. Then as we got a little older and Sherlock properly found his legs, he would simply run from the doors round to the science museum. Of course mummy and father had to follow him as he was so young, but one time I decided to stay here. They didn't realise I hadn't followed them until it was time to go home 5 hours later." Mycroft spoke quietly.

"Found his legs? That's at, what, four? Five? How young were you?"

"I was 9 the first time, I think." Now, Mycroft, you don't just 'think'; you know. Your hand moved to rest above his own on his knee, brushing your thumb fondly over his knuckles. "But it isn't all bad. Some of my best days as a child were spent here, and a lot of the staff were very kind and would teach me extra facts that weren't displayed. There was one gentleman who even gave me his own copies of some books that they had here. I'd wander the whole museum in time but I always found myself back here on this bench just.. watching. This room felt more like home than my very house sometimes. It was the room where I could escape the real world and find peace. Eventually Mummy, Father and Sherlock stopped bothering with the visits because Sherlock found the science museum boring after he'd prove them wrong on something each time, but I'd still pop back in on occasion without them.. Coming to think about it, I've never actually brought anybody here with me at all." You squeezed at his fingers and settled back into the bench.

"Well I am incredibly glad that I found out about your little interest, and I feel even more honoured that you let me come here with you." You beamed. And it was the truth. Evidently, this little museum meant much more to Mycroft than you could have ever imagined and it warmed your heart to know that he trusted you to see him nerd out over some bones.

"Eventually I used this very building as the scaffolding to build my mind palace. My files on Sherlock, very appropriately, are nestled in the human biology room. But most people's information is either stored in the entrance, where Dippy remains over Hope, might I add, or in a few of the rooms I find less interesting.." You didn't have to ask to know he was referencing 'that room with all the bloody rocks'. "I love most of the galleries too much to taint them with information on people that aren't important. The likes of Gregory and Doctor Watson now reside in Hintze Hall as the years have passed." His eyes remained focused in front of him, unblinking, as though he was wandering the very halls at that moment.

"And where.. where are my files?" You had to ask, really. Since he was on the subject anyway. "If you've put them in the marine reptiles room when you know I'm terrified of the ocean I shall never forgive you." Mycroft's hand flipped beneath yours so the pads of your fingers brushed before he blinked and looked over to you, a small smile on his face.

"Here." Oh. Well that's.. something. You shifted to give him a quick kiss on his cheek, knowing he wasn't overly fond of PDA and tugged him to stand.

"And on that note, I think we should go and grab some lunch before you make me cry in front of the dinosaurs."

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After lunch, you both spent a few more hours walking from room to room (and of course circling round to the dinosaur gallery again) before you decided to call it a day at 4pm. Before departing, you headed towards the toilets that happened to be beside the little gift shop and you had a browse while Mycroft was occupied. Grinning, you picked up a deep blue plush triceratops and stroked a finger across its back. It was just small enough that, after purchasing, you could hide the little guy in the loose fabric of the sweatshirt you wore, acting innocent as you waited back outside near the wall. After going to the bathroom yourself, the pair of you headed outside where a car was waiting for you. Sliding in the back seat, you couldn't contain your little gift anymore.

"Surprise!" You laughed, producing the small toy from under your clothes and into the hands of the man beside you. He studied it briefly before beginning to laugh himself as he reached into his inner pocket and handed you the matching dinosaur, though purple in colour. "God, we're such children aren't we?" You noted as you swapped plushie companions, each of you brushing a finger on its nose as though it were a small pet. "I daren't think what your colleagues would say if they knew you were now the proud owner of a baby triceratops teddy that's.." You glanced at the tag. "..Suitable for children aged 12 months plus!"

"Probably nothing as bad as if they realised said triceratops was going to take proud placement on my desk at home." He beamed. "Thank you, this really does mean a great deal to me." You knew he wasn't just talking about the toy that rolled around his long fingers and you shifted to rest your head lightly on his shoulder.

"We can come back any time. I, for one, know I'll never get bored of looking through the galleries.. Or I'll never get bored of watching you light up as we walk through said galleries. Either or works, really." He hummed in response, his emotions slightly overwhelmed from the day and its revelations into his past. "Plus there were about 10 other little dinos in the shop and I've always been one to want a full collection.. so, if we pace ourselves, that's at least 10 more trips."

"13.. Although that could be tripled if we take the colour variations into account."

"Oh, of course! Can't half-arse a collection or it's just pointless."

"I concur."

"That's settled then. Almost 40 more trips to finish off our collection.. And thennnn we can move onto the figurines." Mycroft let out a laugh beside you and tilted to rest his head atop yours for the remainder of the journey home.

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The evening between you was shared over a meal (where, as promised, a small toast was made to the memory of Sir Dippy) before Mycroft sat to finish the papers for Greg. Eventually you collapsed into bed at a relatively reasonable time, groaning at the throbbing in your legs from the day's adventure before finally slipping into rest.

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The next day passed relatively quickly. The morning was spent visiting Greg in his office to drop off the papers before the pair of you took a small stroll through the streets of London. Eventually, Mycroft and yourself even got a text message from Sherlock giving a (albeit half-arsed) apology for his behaviour the day before and the rest of the day was spent in bliss. That was until exactly 17 minutes after you got back home when Mycroft's mobile began to ring. He swallowed deeply, showing you the caller ID of the person he had been dreading to speak to post-Eurus and answering.

"Ah, yes.. Hello, Mummy."

[borkthemork]

Anne squinted through the panes. There were a bajillion glasses in the vitrines, all varied from thin to thick to glass to plastic, and each piece stared back like an invisible crowd. And right now, Anne just wanted to get this done before five p.m. came and went — although, at the rate that she and Marcy were going, that seemed unlikely.

Glasses shopping was intimidating. She had to choose specific frames, put them back when the numbers didn’t fit with what her optometry papers said, and then do it all over again like an absolute madwoman. Sure, she had Marcy; Marcy could analyze the numbers and somehow find the pairs that fit her, but Anne wanted to prove that she could get the perfect one. Mainly because she wasn't doing this as a kid but as an adult, and if she chose a set that was too loose or too fragile then hoo boy. She didn’t want to think about it.

So she took her time while she hummed a song, propping a square set onto the bridge of her nose for the mirror to once again display. The mirror reflected nothing short of dorkiness.

"You find anything good, Annie B?”

Marcy rested a hand on her shoulder. She, surprisingly, didn’t have glasses, but her hair had grown out over the years, and was scrunched tightly in a ponytail, leaving her locks a cute, frizzled mess.

“I think so,” Anne said uncertainly, tapping the glasses's frame, much to Marcy's delight.

“Oooo wait, that one's pretty good on you!” Her smile reflected alongside hers in the mirror. “Love how I can still see your eyes with the wide frame. Pretty nice touch."

Anne scrunched her eyebrows. "I guess."

It was still hard to think that she, of all people, needed glasses, but what could she do? It became harder to squint at faraway text, to watch the television while cooking the newest Thai recipe, and sometimes she pulled a Marcy, tripping over and banging her toe on things without hesitation. Anne needed this, even if the appearance would take some getting used to.

"It looks so nerdy on me, Mar-mar."

"Hey," Marcy elbowed her a little. "There's nothing wrong with looking like a nerd."

"Well, that's because you are a nerd."

She elbowed her again and the two started giggling. Anne placed the spectacles down back to its stand and she once again went back to her hunt.

There were still so many to go through. Blue ones, green ones, purple ones with marijuana leaves speckled throughout. She might just go with the plastic types, at least they wouldn't break easily, and who knew what would happened if they broke.

So much money down the drain.

And so she went through the sets, paid careful attention to how the glasses would look on just a casual or formal day, and continued on from there.

Eventually Anne chose the pair she wanted. Marcy turned toward her and pursed her lips, finger on her chin. Her expression loosened slowly. Until the only thing she did was stare. "Oh." Her cheeks darkened. "Oh wow."

Anne grinned. "I get the feeling this one's a winner."

"Oh yeah. Definitely."

She folded her arms, giving Marcy the best smirk she could. "So, what do you think? I'll be wearing this for years, dude, you're gonna have to live with me all wall-eyed."

Marcy scoffed. "C'mon Anne, you make it sound like I don't want a cute wife in my house." She then grinned. Her palms found Anne's face, and caressed her cheeks with the pads of her thumbs. "Besides, this is about you. What do you think? Do you want to live with this look for the next three or so years?"

"Hmmm."

Anne wrapped her hands around Marcy's arms. She held tight, let the warmth flush her to a nice comfortable heat, and nodded quickly. "I can get used to it. Maybe I can add something casual to complete the whole look. Like a jacket so I can look like those guys from CSI."

"Definitely." Marcy bopped her nose. "I'll cosplay Gil Grissom if you can be my Sara Sidle."

She snorted. "Does this include a better written romance?”

"Absolutely."

The two laughed, ignoring the bemused stares from the passers by. They didn't have to worry about the fact she needed to choose a second pair for the next hour. Right now, Anne just wanted to look in the mirror, and soak in the new face that stared right back.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Change Of Plans

Summary: As the reader and Dean begin their romantic weekend away, mother nature decides to visit the reader a week early and throw off all of their plans. Dean however is intent on making sure the reader feels okay and is still enjoying their time together...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: language, period talk, nudity, implied planned smutty times

A/N: Because we all know how much it sucks when a period drops by early unannounced. Enjoy!

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“Of fucking course,” you said as you sat on the toilet at the cabin. You’d glanced down and grumbled, stomping your foot on the ground.

“Y/N? You okay in there?” asked Dean from the other side of the door. You rested your elbows on your knees and put your head in your hands. You let out a shaky breath and heard him crack the door. “Sweetheart?”

“I got my stupid period a stupid week early. I’m never early. This was supposed to be a romantic weekend away and I feel like shit and I’m bloated and I don’t even have supplies,” you said. Dean stepped inside and squatted down beside you. He ran his hand over your head and you peeled your hands away from your face.

“There is no reason this still can’t be a romantic weekend. We don’t need sex for romance or long sweaty hikes or any of that stuff. We will still have a great time. I’m going to run to the store in town and get you some stuff. How about you take a hot shower and I will be back by the time you’re all done?” he said. You nodded and he kissed your forehead as he stood. He waggled a few fingers and he dashed outside, the roar of the impala echoing through the house. 

You wadded up some toilet paper in the meantime and were able to go back out to the bedroom. You flew open your bag and groaned. There was a brand new pair of lingerie that would not be used along with two of Dean’s other favorites. It wasn’t like you two regularly dressed up. Dean’s birthday. Valentine’s Day. Your anniversary. Your back from Purgatory anniversary. There were spur of the moment times when you would put on something sexier than your usual stuff under your clothes and tease Dean. There were times like when he wore the tightest, most drool worthy pair of boxer briefs in a pretty green that matched his eyes. 

You went over to his duffel and zipped it open, sighing to yourself. Those freaking boxer briefs were sat right on top and he never, never wore them unless he was planning on you taking them off of him. Underneath there were new condoms and lube. A cramp rumbled low across your abdomen and you groaned.

“Why do you have to ruin everything? One nice weekend with my boyfriend with no hunts and no stress and you have to come along early and fuck it all up,” you said. You shut his bag and grabbed sweatpants, a pair of clean plain bikini underwear and his hoodie. A few minutes later you’d washed out your underwear and jeans as best you could and had them going in the washer with some cleaner sprayed on them. You stood under the shower, your cramps stronger now but the heat from the water was helping combat it for the moment. The first day was always the worst.

“Y/N, I’m back,” called Dean. He came into the bathroom after a minute and you looked over to him setting some things down on the counter. He put a package of new pads and tampons down along with the thicker ones for sleeping. A bottle of pain medicine was set next to it before he opened it up. He filled a glass with water and walked over to you. He dropped it in your hand and you popped them in your mouth before they could dissolve, quickly swallowing them down.

“I know we don’t got your heat pack but I found something at the pharmacy I hope works pretty good,” he said. 

“Thanks, babe.” You gave him a kiss, sprinkling water droplets all on his face. “You want to come in? We could still have fun with you.”

“You feel like shit, sweetheart. Relax, don’t worry about a thing. I got the heating thing warming up out on the couch. I’m gonna see if that restaurant we were going to go to tonight does delivery,” he said. He pecked a kiss to the tip of your nose and you smiled before he skipped out.

He was still happy, happier than was normal for him. It wasn’t faked or forced. The two of you still had a quiet weekend to yourselves. 

By the time you were exiting the bathroom is some comfy clothes, the pain meds had kicked in. The dull throbbing lingered but it wasn’t as bad as it would have been. You found Dean in the open kitchen and family room area. He’d changed into a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve henley and was humming to himself as he worked at the counter.

“What are ya up to handsome?” you asked. You wrapped your arms around him from behind and ducked your head under his arm.

“I my dear am making us some Boulevardier’s,” he said.

“Oh. We haven’t tried that one yet,” you said. 

“I think you’re gonna like it. That little cocktail book you got me for my birthday has come in very, very handy,” he said. You nuzzled his back as he finished up. A burst of pain shot through you and you grunted quietly into his shirt. “Go rest, sweetheart. I’ll bring this right over.”

You nodded and went over to the giant couch. Dean had shoved the ottoman up against the jutted out portion of the couch giving the two of you the equivalent of a king sized bed to sprawl on. You crawled onto it and picked up the large rectangular blanket-like pad with a cord that was sat on top. Instantly you felt the heat coming off of it. You laid back and rested it over your lower abdomen, warmth creeping into your skin. You sighed and shut your eyes, Dean quietly taking a spot beside you. He put his arm over your shoulder but didn’t try to move you. He knew for whatever strange reason you needed to be still, let the heat burrow deep down and ease the pain for a bit before you could shift comfortably.

“I fucking love this thing,” you mumbled against his shoulder fifteen minutes later.

“Yeah?” he asked. “I can feel it on my leg. Feels nice and toasty. I bet we can use it for when your feet get cold in the winter too.”

“You’re a saint, Dean Winchester,” you said. You scooted closer to him and opened your eyes, Dean smiling as he sat there with you, one arm resting against the couch end and holding a glass, the other keeping you safe and close. “This works way better than my heating pad at home.”

“Good. I can’t imagine what a period feels like. I know how tough you are. It’s gotta suck.”

“You get used to it,” you said. “Can I try my drink now?”

“Here you go,” he said as he swapped his glass for the other one on the end table beside him. He handed it to you and you took a sip. 

“Oh I like that. This one is on the make again list for sure,” you said. 

“Hey, watch this,” said Dean. He picked up a remote and hit a button, the fireplace under the tv coming to life.

“Mmm, it’s gonna get so warm in here you might have to take off your shirt,” you said.

“If you promise to wear it to bed I will,” he teased. You sat together quietly, the mixture of medicine, heat and alcohol lulling you into relaxation. The cramps were still there and your stomached was bloated but it was tolerable, faint echoes in the back of your mind. “You awake sweetheart?”

You peeled open your eyes and turned up to face him. You tried to get a kiss but you couldn’t arch much farther without moving. He bent his head down and did it for you, lingering his lips against yours. There was nothing behind it. No sexiness. No desire for more. Just slow and gentle and warmth.

“Let me know whenever you get hungry and we’ll order dinner,” he said. “Oh and they have chocolate icebox pie. We are getting minimum of two for dessert.”

“Sounds yummy,” you said. You lifted your head up when you heard a rumble. The sky was pretty dark for only four in the afternoon and big fat drops of rain were coming down fast. “That storm got here quicker than they said it would.”

“Doesn’t really matter. I don’t plan on leaving this place again,” said Dean. He rubbed his hand gently over your core and you smiled. “Pain better?”

“Much more manageable,” you said. “Thank you. For taking care of me today.”

“You don’t gotta thank me for that. It’s my job,” he said. He kissed your forehead and shut his eyes. “I wouldn’t mind a quick cuddle nap before dinner though.”

“That sounds absolutely perfect, Dean. Just what I need right now.”

“Me too, sweetheart. Me too.”

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Chapters: 2/?

Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bill Cipher/Dipper Pines Characters: Dipper Pines, Bill Cipher, Mabel Pines Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Older Dipper Pines, Older Mabel Pines, Human Bill Cipher, Alcohol, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Rating May Change Summary:

Sophomore year of college and Dipper is ready for new adventures! But, when there is an unexpected dorm room change, Dipper must face a new challenge, a (crazy?) roommate named Bill Cipher.

Chapter One:  Illnnzgv Xszmtv

Dipper felt his lips curve into a smile as he set one of his suitcases into the bright blue college moving cart. He stood back up and slid out a plastic bin, filled with bedsheets, blankets, a mattress pad, and his pillow, out of the car trunk. He plopped it into the moving cart with his black suitcase. The young man glanced up, smiling wider as he took in the large campus around him. Dipper could feel both the excitement of being back at college and the anticipation of starting a new year with new classes rising in his chest.

His pine tree trucker cap was suddenly shoved down in front of his line of sight, which jolted him from his thoughts, “Hey!” He whined, fixing the hat back to its proper place and brushing the hair from his eyes.

His twin sister grinned at him, giggling at his reaction, “Sorry, couldn’t help it bro. I have to let my energy and excitement out somehow!” She poked his arm as she danced around him.

Dipper laughed, “Okay, okay, how about you direct that energy into unloading your stuff from the car?”

Mabel patted Dipper’s shoulder thoughtfully, “Check-in isn’t for another five minutes, I got plenty of time.”

“You have four large bins, a mini-fridge, one suitcase full of sweaters, two suitcases full of other clothes, and another with dorm decorations,” he raised his eyebrow, “And...I’m pretty sure you have a duffle bag full of just gummy candy.”

Mabel shrugged, “Gummy koalas supply more energy.” Despite her words, she did start unloading her college bags into her moving cart, occasionally plopping a gummy candy into her mouth. Mabel pulled out a bag of stickers from her suitcase and smacked a glittery rainbow on one of Dipper's plastic bins, "BAP! Now your bin is stylish!"

"It's already stylish," Dipper smiled as he pointed to his bin. It already had a 'California' and 'film student' sticker on it. He shook his head and continued to unload his bags.

It was their second year in college at a well-known university in Los Angeles. The twins had always wanted to attend college there and as fate had it they were both accepted. They were also thrilled that they could experience college together as they had with middle and high school. Sometimes having your sibling around during new adventures was better than any best friend or significant other. Mabel was a second-year fashion and design student while Dipper was majoring in film and media studies. The kid dreamed of starting some kind of ghost hunting show or something that covered the supernatural. After spending their summers in Gravity Falls, where they were constantly exposed to the supernatural, Dipper became obsessed.

Dipper waved his hand towards his face as he began to sweat, “Gosh, why did our move-in date have to be one of the hottest days of the year?”

Mabel nodded, thankfully she had a loose, white cropped tank top on. It definitely helped with the heat. “Global warming. It’ll only get worse.” She frowned sourly, carefully setting her sweater suitcase in the cart.

Dipper nodded and handed her the car keys, “Hey, lock the car once you’ve got everything in your cart. I’m going to check into my dorm and start unpacking. I’ll say hi to Nick for you.” Dipper smiled at her and she responded with a salute.

Nick was a close friend from Dipper’s friend group he joined last year. They had similar majors and enjoyed many of the same tv shows, hobbies, and books so they decided to room together this year despite the common belief that ‘friendships get ruined that way'. There wasn’t really anyone else to live with anyway. And random roommates were a hit or miss.

As Dipper pushed his cart along the path to the dorm he happily took in the view around him. The college was pretty gorgeous with its Greek-like yet modern-style buildings. The pathways that led to the halls and dorms were surrounded by open green spaces. Most students liked to study there or just relax with friends. The large trees were also a nice touch. Dipper inhaled deeply; it reminded him of Oregon.

He came up to a long, modern-looking building that was around five stories tall. Vines crawled up the sides of the walls and some trees stood around the perimeter. ‘Smith’ was etched on the entrance. The brunette smiled up at it and proceeded to walk inside. Thankfully a gust of AC greeted him, much better than the outside heat. A young woman, either Dipper’s age or a year older, hurried over to him with a wide smile. She had highlighted brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and long eyelashes. The woman wore a blue shirt with loud yellow words, reading ‘Student Coordinator Team’ and carried a clipboard, probably full of welcome sheets or something of that matter.

“Hello there! I’m Annie, a student coordinator, here to help you with move-in! Can I get your last name?”

Smiling politely, Dipper nodded, “Pines. Dipper Pines. Thanks, but I already know I’m in room 128 with Nick Shasta.”

The young woman flipped through the papers attached to her clipboard, soon stopping and squinting at one of the pages, “Ohh.” She sighed through her nose, “I’m really sorry, but there were some issues with roommates and dorms and Housing had to make some last minute changes.”

Dipper blinked twice, his stomach flipping, “What? Changes? Why?”

She shrugged, “They were last minute, but you are now in room 918.” She glanced at her paper as if she needed to double-check, then Annie nodded. She handed him a keycard from a box that sat on the front desk. Dipper stuttered, “I don’t get it, why was my room changed? Does Nick know? Can I change back?”

She looked over Dipper’s face, which was already red from the heat, but now more so from the unexpected news. "You can email Housing Services, I’m sure they can help explain this better than me. I’m sorry.” She gave him an apologetic look.

Dipper pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Okay, thanks. I guess. I’ll email them. Thanks.” He sucked at his lower lip, quickly pushing his moving cart past the girl and to the elevators, his head spinning.

Why a last-second change? Was Nick aware? The elevator doors opened and Dipper pulled the cart inside as he went through various scenarios in his head. His anxiety made it hard to process the situation. When the doors opened he arrived at the fifth floor. Dipper licked his dry lips and sighed. Just email Housing, text Nick. No big deal. No big deal.

Students lined the hall with their parents, unpacking their things and getting settled into their dorms. Others were chatting with friends, looks of giddy excitement on their faces. Some were crying and hugging their parents. 916...917...918. Dipper closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing mind before he met the person behind the door. Once the thoughts were as quiet as they were going to get, Dipper unlocked the door with his key car and pulled his cart inside.

The door shut behind him, closing Dipper off from the hallway. The room was larger than an average dorm room, having two twin-sized beds, two desks, two dressers, two large closets near the door, and room for a tiny kitchen area. Although one had to bring a microwave and mini-fridge. There was nice cupboard space which was a plus.

One side of the room was already set up. The twin bed was decorated in soft grey sheets, a fluffy black pillow, and a white comforter that sported yellow triangles. There were pictures hung over the wall above the bed. Some were of a group of friends and others were of odd subjects, like a random fork or tree.

Dipper turned his attention to the kitchen area. The individual had brought a mini-fridge and had decorated it in more triangles and other geometric shapes, this time the shapes were multiple different colors that formed a messy rainbow across the stainless steel door. On the person’s desk was a computer as well as a weird-looking plant, and a jar of…

“The fuck…” Dipper mumbled slowly, squinting to see if he was viewing the objects in the jar correctly.

Teeth. Different sizes and types of teeth filled the mason jar. Dipper blinked slowly, what the hell? He plopped down on the bare mattress on his side of the room and continued to observe the other side of the room as if it was a specimen itself. It wasn’t very messy, but there was an open box of Oreos and a can of beer on the dresser. Colored lights lined the sides of the ceiling and were flashing different colors. It was quite obnoxious actually.

Dipper groaned. Hopefully, he could move in with Nick after he sent an email to Housing because the person who lived on the other side of this dorm room was a freak. A freak who collected deer teeth and probably got drunk every night.

The dorm room door suddenly swung open and a young man lazily leaned against the doorframe as he looked over Dipper, a strange glint in his eyes. The man had different tones and layers of blonde hair, which caused it to be fluffy and stick out in random places. The freckles across his cheeks and shoulders complimented his sun-kissed skin nicely. His eyes were two different colors, one being a soft golden and the other a bright blue. Dipper didn’t have much time to take that in, because his already-stressed brain was focused on other key aspects about this guy. For one, he was wearing nothing but black shorts, not even shoes or socks. The second was that he had some nice abs. Shit, they were really nice abs. And the third, he held another jar of...something...in his hands

“I lost this bad boy in my car,” he wiggled the jar and whatever was in the inside bobbed around within the liquid solution, “took me ten minutes to find it. It was so hot outside, thought they might melt or something. Hell, I could have melted. Damn heat!” He laughed loudly which made Dipper flinch. The young man waved his hand in front of his face to cool off, “Bill Cipher by the way.”

A second later, the blonde tossed Dipper the jar. Dipper’s reflexes kicked in and he caught it in his hands, fumbling a little. He stared down at the jar to see what was inside and what was inside...stared back. The jar was full of real eyeballs.

Dipper shrieked.

[olivia200312]

Teaser!~ Bay! Optimus x Human! Reader

Requested by the lovely @AngelRosePhoenix

Plot: I was thinking of Bayverse AOE that is Cade's 20 yr old cousin which is the same age as Shane. So while they're in the Old Church hiding, Tessa was checking on her phone on YouTube when suddenly she saw Y/N modeling on Victoria's Secret. It was all about her in Victoria's Secret every outfit and catwalk. The music is playing' Roses Imanbek by Saint Jhn". Y/N tries to stop Tessa when the bots were curious too. When she showed it, Bee used a bigger screen and everyone was whistling and making kinky talk to her. She is so flustered while Prime has a horny thing on his mind. So the Prime teased her in a kinky way which others were shocked. Then Cade said, "Yeah, I'd be happy for u that she'll be your girlfriend. She really needs it." Then Tessa complained about Y/N's allowed and not her. But Cade told his daughter that she isn't at Y/N's age. Then Y/N complained and yelled when she heard Optimus say, "Well, I don't mind at all being with her." And he smirked which made her blush furiously and then there goes to the lemon >:D.

This is a lemon! I literally sometimes don't understand some requests that I get that I have to fix it every time so that the readers can understand what's going on. I recommend you all to use Grammarly. It's free and it helps you when you're typing on your computer. I've been using it for months now and it helps a lot when I'm writing chapters or one-shots here. This takes place in the church of Tf4 AOE!

Head area:

Brain: Processor / Brain Module

Head: Helm

Face: Face plate

Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials

Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor

Eye brow: Optical Ridge

Eyes: Optics

Mouth: Intake

Lips: Dermas

Teeth: Denta/Dentas

Tongue: Glossa

Chest area:

Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity

Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula

Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour:

Chest plate

Back plate

Mid-section plating

Neck guard

Side plating

Arm area:

Arms: Arms / Restarlueus

Forearms: Bitarlueus

Hands: Servos

Fingers: Digits

Arm armour:

Gantlets

Shoulder pads

Arm guard

Lower area:

Pelvis: Pelvis

Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate

Thighs: Tibulen

Calves: Cadulen

Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour:

Skirt plates

Aft plate / Skid plate

Thigh guard

Ankle guard

General/Internal components:

Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.

Veins: Fual lines

Stomach: Tanks

Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating.

Heart: Spark

Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark

T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

Note: the art goes to the owner!

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Oh man, the day is just crazy! Apparently, Cade brought an old truck to his place together with Lucas. Cade Yeager is a single father of Tessa Yeager. His wife sadly passed away when Tessa was young and since then Cade took care of his daughter. He became overprotective and even made a rule to not bring any boys to the house! He meant it to his daughter of course. There was a woman named Y/N L/N. She's 20 years old. She's a mechanic and helps her cousin, Cade, a lot. Yes, Y/N is 3 years older than Tessa. She loves the girl a lot but she also knows her secret: Tessa has a boyfriend named Shane. He's 20 years old as well. Now, Cade didn't know it at first until... random shit happened. The truck is a Transformer named Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots. He's being hunted by KSI and that's why he's hiding. He got separated from his team and Ratchet got sadly killed... Sam Witwicky, along with his girlfriend, mysteriously disappeared.

The old truck transformed inside Cade's barn and man, he's mad! He obviously had his reasons to be mad. Y/N and Cade manage to calm him down. While they both started to fix him, the Prime fell his optics on the 20-year-old mechanic girl. She's just so beautiful...

Anyway, the story continued and Lucas got killed sadly. Everyone was sad that they lost a friend. The adventure continued and yadda, yadda, yadda. Let's get to the point of view now. The church. (I couldn't find a video where the church part scene played).

Everyone is now at the church, hiding. It was safe at least! Optimus and Cade are chatting while others are doing their stuff. Tessa is on her phone, checking random stuff out. It made Y/N very nervous. She has a secret and she didn't want others to find out. She made a video once where she dressed in every Victoria's Secret outfit. She even catwalked in her video for Primus's sake! She thought that no one would ever find out... She's wrong.

Tessa scrolled through her phone until she came across a video on YouTube made by Y/N. She watched it quietly until she smirked. "Oh, Y/N!~"

Y/N looks at Tessa and she got nervous when she saw the look on Tessa's face. "W-What is it?"

"You never told me how well can you catwalk while being in Victoria's Secret outfits."~

That caught Cade's attention as he stopped talking to Optimus and looks shocked at Y/N. "Y/N, you did what?!"

"I-It's not what it looks like!" She waved her hands in defense.

Tessa then showed it to Bumblebee or just Bee, the youngest one of the group and a scout. He showed it to the big screen, causing Y/N to yell "No!" and hide her face in her hands. She just wanted to disappear...

Other bots whistled while Cade looks shocked. Tessa still smirked. Shane then entered the church. "Hey, what's going- Oh God..." He looks shocked. Optimus Prime, on the other hand, has dirty minds in his processor. It's just that... that Victoria's Secret's outfits and catwalks... He just wants to take her now.

Cade seems to notice it. He got told by Optimus that he has a crush on her. He smirked in secret.

Optimus then decided to shock others and make Y/N more flustered. He watched how Y/N slowly showed her face and then the Prime, literally... teased her in a kinky way! No kidding! He did it! Y/N looks more flustered while others looked shocked.

Cade then looks up at the leader. "You know, I'd be happy for u that she'll be your girlfriend. She really needs it."

Tessa then complained. "Really, daddy? Why is she allowed to have a boyfriend and not me?" She looks also annoyed.

"You're not just at her age, sweetie," Cade answered calmly.

"Cade!" Y/N shouted embarrassed.

What Optimus suddenly said made Y/N faint. "Well, I don't mind at all being with her." She then made eye contact with him and saw him smirking. She then fainted.

At night~

The night arrived and everyone went to sleep. Well, almost everyone. The Autobots made sure to watch over and that the humans are comfortable to sleep. Y/N stayed awake and just couldn't sleep. She's now watching the night sky. There's an abandoned train close by and that's where humans slept. More surprisingly, it had comfortable chairs.

"You need to get some recharge, Y/N," said a familiar deep voice.

Y/N gasps and turned around to see Optimus but around her height. Looks like he made himself small. He then stood right behind her, pressing his tank and chassis area against her back. Y/N shivered from the contact. Let's just say that she's was getting turned on. It's just that it was getting sexual. Optimus then placed his servos on her hips and kissing her neck. "Do you really love me, sweetspark?"

"Y-Yes." She then gasped because of the air when her extremely loose blouse was pulled down, exposing her with Victoria Secret's sexy lace bra and panties. She heard Optimus growl. "You're so sexy that I want to take you."

Then Y/N's eyes were full of lust. She felt so wet that her pussy was throbbing, begging to be taken. She panted as heat builds up, making the Prime smirk. He then turned her around and his optics were full of lust when he saw her front body. He fo course finds her beautiful. He then smashed his dermas against t her soft lips. His servos traveled down right on her ass, squeezing it. Y/N moaned as she jumps and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"My spike wants to be inside of you ever since I discovered your dirty secret," Optimus growled.

"Take me.~"

He walks inside the train, where no one else was there. At least, they'll be 'busy' this night ;). He found a comfortable seat and laid Y/N down, while still kissing her. His glossa was fighting against her tongue while servos were rubbing her entire body, squeezing her breasts and her ass. Y/N moaned loudly and Optimus pulled away, causing them to pant.

"I'm taking you tonight."

Then Y/N decided to TAKE HIM instead of him her. She pinned him down, causing the Prime to look surprised when Y/N made him sit up with her straddling on his lap. He then purred and growled lowly, causing Y/N to smirk and grind on his lap. He placed his servos on her ass and pulled her panties down until they're at the ankles so they're not fully off. He used his digit to rub her clit and pump her, causing the female human to let out moans and arch her back. Optimus smashed his dermas against her lips as his free servo traveled up to her breasts. He simply pulled it up a bit until the breasts are out and squeezed them.

"O-Optimus.~"

Optimus purred as he continued for like thirty seconds before stopping, causing to growl in annoyance but then she smirked as she saw his big hard in the air. She lifted herself up and 'accidentally' slammed right into his spike, causing both the bot and human to moan loudly. Y/N hurtled herself a tiny bit but pleasure quickly took over and started to very sexually grinding, riding and dancing at the same time on Optimus' lap. The Prime watched in awe and grunted. He couldn't help but place his servos o her hips, feeling her moving.

"S-Sweetspark.~"

"You like that, Bossbot?" She's teasing him while still smirking and moving.

Optimus growled but doesn't care right now. His optics were watching Y/N's EVERY move. He felt like in heaven. He just loves the sexy human femme that was sitting on him, doing sexual moves while having sex on his lap.

"A-Ahh! Optimus, y-you're so big, hard, and handsome," Y/N panted while having a lovely and sexy expression on her face.

Optimus felt his spark beating fast while showing exactly the same expression. "You t-take my spike so well, sweetspark. I'd like to have a family with y-you in the future." He also grunted a few times.

Y/N giggles and kisses him with so passion that she and Optimus were both lost in so much love that Y/N didn't notice that Optimus started to thrust up roughly, slamming into her many times like dominant Autobot.

"A-Ah! Oh my G-God!" She panted and moaned while Optimus lowly purred and smirked. "I-I'm cumming!"

"Then cume for me, sweetspark. I'll fill you up so well.~" He whispered lowly into her ear, causing Y/N to squeak and blush bright red.

Optimus then grunted when he slammed one last time and released his transfluid. Y/N screamed so quietly that Optimus found it cute like from Japanese anime. Y/N panted and sighed in bliss. She was then gently lifted up so that Optimus' spike would come out. It was limp. Optimus then laid down with Y/N on top of him. He covered his mate up with a blanket and kissed her forehead. Both of them fell asleep.

[forthosebefore]

Paul Revere Williams, the Trailblazing Black Architect Who Helped Shape LA

Paul Revere Williams began designing homes and commercial buildings in the early 1920s. By the time he died in 1980, he had created some 2,500 buildings, most of them in and around Los Angeles, but also around the globe. And he did it as a pioneer: Paul Williams was African-American. He was the first black architect to become a member of the American Institute of Architects in 1923, and in 1957 he was inducted as the AIA's first black fellow.

His granddaughter, Karen E. Hudson, has been chronicling Williams' life and work for the past two decades. Her latest book, Paul R. Williams: Classic Hollywood Style, focuses on some of the homes of his celebrity clients. They feature many characteristics that were innovative when he used them in the 1920s through the '70s and are considered common practice now — like the patio as an extension of the house, and hidden, retractable screens.

When Paul Williams began his career, he could find no black architects to be his role models or mentors. Born in downtown Los Angeles in 1894, Williams became orphaned before he turned 4 when his parents, Chester and Lila, died of tuberculosis. A family friend raised him and told him he was so bright, he could do anything he wanted. And what he wanted was to design homes for families — perhaps because he lost his own so early in his life. Despite warnings from those who thought he was being impractical ("Your own people can't afford you, and white clients won't hire you," was one such warning), Williams became an architect.

His work has come to signify glamorous Southern California to the rest of the country — and to the world. One of his hallmarks — a luxuriantly curving staircase — has captivated many a potential owner. Retired financial services magnate Peter Mullin remembers how he felt when he saw his 1925 Colonial, the first one Williams built in L.A.'s posh Brentwood neighborhood.

"The first time I saw it, I didn't think I could afford the house, but if I could afford the staircase, I wanted to take it with me!" Mullin laughs. He bought the house — once inhabited by producer Ingwald Preminger, brother of director Otto — and has enjoyed it for 35 years.

"Every now and then, I think about leaving," Mullin admits. "Then I look around ... and I can't. I just love this place."

That sentiment may explain why Williams' homes don't come on the market very often.

Bret Parsons is head of the architectural division of John Aaroe Group, a Beverly Hills real estate brokerage handling multimillion-dollar properties. He says when Williams homes come up for sale, real estate agents scramble to get the listing. "They're gobbled up in seconds," he says. "They're an absolute pedigree for someone to have in their arsenal."

Parsons says Williams homes posses grace, design and elegant proportions, which attracted people with money and taste.

Several of them were celebrities from Hollywood's heyday. Williams built an elegant bachelor pad for Frank Sinatra when the singer was between marriages. Lucille Ball and husband Desi Arnaz were clients. So was Cary Grant. Danny Thomas was both client and friend — Williams designed St. Jude Children's Hospital in Memphis gratis, as a favor to Thomas (and made Thomas promise not to tell, so he wasn't deluged with similar requests). In recent years, Denzel Washington, Ellen DeGeneres and Andy Garcia all have lived in Williams homes.

At the Beverly Hills Hotel, Williams designed the iconic Polo Lounge, the Crescent Wing and the Pink Palace's signature loopy signage. He also chose the colors — pink and green — that would signify the ultimate in service to its pampered guests for a century.

Actor-philanthropist Bill Cosby recalls seeing a Williams home when he and wife Camille went house-hunting. The TV series I Spy made Cosby famous — and rich. He and Camille wanted to live in Beverly Hills, and they wanted a brick home. "Brick is not conducive to the desert heat that is Los Angeles," Cosby chuckles, "but we were looking for brick."

To the East Coast Cosbys, brick symbolized a certain kind of moneyed refinement. "Back home, stucco was for poorer people — and in the winter, it was cold," he recalls. So when they were shown a 1932 brick Colonial Revival floating on rolling lawns, they were intrigued. When they walked inside, they were sold. "The entry was grand," Cosby says, drawing the swirl of the staircase in the air with one finger, "but once one entered the house, it became a home."

That innate ability to make grand spaces cozy is another Williams signature.

Sitting in the 1951 home Williams designed for himself, his granddaughter says her grandfather made many pragmatic adjustments to the reality of racism in his day. "He taught himself to draw upside down so white clients wouldn't be uncomfortable sitting next to him." And, Hudson says with a smile, "it became one of the things he was known for." Williams toured construction sites with hands clasped behind his back, like an English royal, because he wasn't sure every person would want to shake a black man's hand. So he gave them the option of extending their hand first. Many of the neighborhoods in which his homes were located were closed to him because of his race.

That's something California had in common with several other American states — not all of them in the South. Hudson notes that there were also restrictive covenants in greater Los Angeles. "By law, he could not live in some of the places [where he designed homes]. Particularly in Flintridge, where he designed his first home in his own office, the land deed said a black person could not even spend the night."

She says Williams found a way to work around such barriers because he had an ultimate goal in mind. "He believed that for every home and every commercial building that he could not buy and that he could not live in, he was opening doors for the next generation."

In a 1937 essay for American Magazine called "I Am a Negro," Williams shared some of his own philosophy.

"Virtually everything pertaining to my professional life during those early years was influenced by my need to offset race prejudice, by my effort to force white people to consider me as an individual rather than a member of a race," he wrote. "I encountered irreconcilables who simply refused to give me a hearing, but on the whole, I have been treated with amazing fairness."

Source: NPR.org

[peachyaone]

5 Stages of Grief.

Pairings: Loki Laufeyson x reader.

Warning: Mentions of Loki’s death.

Y/N has the power to "see" through someone's eyes. It would only work if the person they're "seeing" is alive. Otherwise, all they would see is a blurred vision of what the person would see. They also have the power to manipulate energy to transform to any shape and form.

STAGE ONE    STAGE TWO    STAGE THREE   STAGE FIVE

Stage Four: Depression.

Y/N turned on the shower, running it on cold. Somehow the cold comforted them, just like that time when Loki revealed his Jötunn form to them. It's already been five years now. But to Y/N it felt like millions. They had been living in haze, their mind seems to wander elsewhere while their body was moving by itself. Everytime one of the members tried their best to talk to them, they'd fail.

Time passed, and they were still in the shower. It was freezing now. Knocks cut through the sound of the shower running. "Y/N?" It was Natasha. No answer. she knocked again, still no answer. "Hey, you okay in there?" Natasha asked.

"Hey, I'm coming in- Y/N?" Natasha gasped. Y/N was on the ground, leaning against the glass wall. "Y/N...Y/N?!" Natasha shook their shoulder. Y/N's lips were slightly blue. "Shit." Natasha said, reached out to grab Y/N's arm and slung it over her shoulder. 'Hey, Y/N, can you hear me?" She asked. Y/N's eyes fluttered open. "L-Loki?" Y/N whispered, their eyes slowly closing.

“No, don’t sleep!  Do you hear me?  Wake up, Y/N, look at me.” Natasha said to them.

Y/N's POV

It was almost impossible to get your eyes open, every part of you was heavy. You couldn't remember what happened. All you remember was the feeling of him, his hands against your skin.

*Flashback*

"Loki?" You called out. You just got home from the facility, freshened up and went to visit Loki in his cell at Asgard. You requested to talk to him, in private. "Where is he ?" You thought. "Loki?" You called out again. You walked down the hall.

"Hello, darling." Loki said. You let out a noise of suprise. "You scared me, love." Y/N giggled. Loki chuckled.  You look at him with a smile. "How are you holding up?" You asked. Loki gave you a smirk, "I'm doing great, how about you, dear?" He asked you. You knew something was wrong. "You can drop it, Loki." You said to him. Loki froze. "I-I don't know what you're talking about, Y/N" He said, nervously. "The illusion. Drop it." You said. The image of Loki in front of you starts to disappear. What was before you was Loki on the ground. Furniture were strewn around the cell. The ground was stained with what looks like....blood? "Oh god, you're bleeding!" You exclaimed. You tried to use your powers.

Whatever force that was keeping him in, was keeping you out too. Once your hands touches the forcefield, it zaps you with the force that send you back flying. Your back hits the stone wall. Loki tried to get to you but you stopped him. "No, it might do the same to you." You said, groaning. Walking back to the cell, you look at him with a sad look.

He looked ill, there were dark circles and eye bags underneath his eyes. His cheeks are slightly sunken in. Footsteps echoed down the hall, it was Thor. "Don't worry. I'll be back." You said. "Thor!" You shouted. The blonde turned to look at you. "Ah, Lady Y/N. Is there something wrong?" He asked. "Thor is there any way that I could get in Loki's cell? Please I need to help him." You pleaded. "If you're helping him escape then I can't he-" "No! It's not that. He's injured, please, Thor." You said. Thor saw the pleading look in your eye and sighed.

"I swear to my father, Y/N. If you're planning any schemes to let him escape, I'll hunt you down." Thor said to you. "I'm not, I promise." You said. "Fine, but only for an hour. Just let me get the guards, you stand in front his cell." Thor said. You nodded and thanked him. He patted you in the head and walked away. You ran back to Loki's cell. "What did you say to Thor?" Loki said, eyebrow arched. "I pleaded with him to let me in your cell." You said to him. "And?" "He said yes. And I stay in there only for an hour." You said.

Loki looked at you, surprised. "Why would you want to be in here?" He asked. "So I can clean your wound and to hold you." You said shyly."Always so nice to me, sweetheart." He smiled at you.

*Flashback ends*

After closing your eyes, you could see him… you just needed a minute.  Just a few minutes of sleep. You want to see him again.

*3rd person*

“Don’t go to sleep,” Natasha said, forcing Y/N to look at her. “Stay awake, you need to get warm.”  She said. Y/N was unresponsive. They were lying so still but with a small smile on their lips. Natasha placed them on the couch, covering them with blankets. She hurriedly called Steve.

"Hey Nat. What's up?"

"Would you mind picking up a heating pad on your way here today?

"I don't mind, may I ask why?"

"It's Y/N. They stayed in the cold shower for too long, hypothermia."

"On my way."

Natasha looked at Y/N, worried. Things had been going downhill for Y/N ever since the ambush. Thor left, leaving them no one to share their pain with. Natasha knew that none of them could help them. Y/N had been with Loki for so long, suddenly losing him like that surely destroyed them from inside. She sighed. "What am I gonna do to you, Y/N?" she said, sadly.

Y/N'S POV

*Dream*

It was no surprise that Loki was a very attentive partner. Some might even call him possessive. Though, you would say that he leaned more protective than possessive.

He knew you weren’t some weakling by any means, your powers and all. But with your sometimes soft and caring personality, most assume you to be, but he was quite popular man with many people looking for a way to hurt you in an attempt to get at him. You knew that, but it did scared you at all.

It was unusually warm in the little house which you live with Loki. Maybe it was because of the fact that your AC was busted and the mechanic in your town is unavailable. You got out of bed and padded over to your drawer and pulled out a tank top. The warm air embrace your skin as you wiped the sweat away from you face. You sighed and then walked out to the kitchen, Loki was there drinking his tea. "Morning, love" You said, kissed him on his forehead. You head to the fridge, pulled out a cold water bottle. You groaned in relief as the cold water went down your throat. You felt arms wrapping around your waist. "Hey, darling" Loki whispered. You took one of his hands and pressed it against your lips.

You could feel his skin getting a little colder. "Loki?" You said. He hummed in response. "Is the heat getting to my head, or you're getting colder?" You asked. His head was buried against your neck, you felt his hands slid under your top to run soothing circles on your stomach. "Loki?" you said, turning around. His skin was a pale blue, you cupped his cheeks. "Honey, are you okay?" you asked. "Love, I'm half Jötunn remember?" He reminded you. You eyes widened in realization as your cheeks flushed. "Oh." You said. Loki chuckled. You buried your face in his chest. "Did my lovie forget~?" He teased. "S-shut up" Your whined, muffled by his chest. He laughed and kissed you on your forehead. Loki lifted your chin with his finger, making you look at him.

His eyes were pale red and his marks starts to protrude from his skin. He was truly a sight to behold. Loki find the expression on your face adorable, Your lips were slightly parted, eyes filled with wonder and love. You were actually not scared of him. “You know I love you no matter what, right?” You said as you ran your fingers through his surprisingly soft hair in a comforting manner. He leaned into your touch. “I know you do.” His words were muffled into your neck. You felt him place a soft kiss on your neck and start trailing them up towards your face. Your eyes closed and he kissed your lips. You kissed him back, the kiss ended a moment later and before you could fully open your eyes, his presence was gone.

"I'll always love you, my dear." You heard him say.

"Loki, wait!"

He was gone.

*Dream end*

You shot awake, breathing heavily. You look around, hopeful that the last 5 years was a horrible nightmare and that Loki was here. But you saw Natasha and Steve, then the harsh, cold reality crashed unto you.

He's dead.

You felt like you were gonna throw up, you felt numb. You stared at your ring, but it wasn't on your finger. You panicked, you look around you. "Where was it?" You thought. Natasha saw that you were awake, and rushed towards you. "Hey, calm down Y/N." She said. "Where is it? Where's my ring?" You asked her. "Don't worry I have it." She gave you the ring. "Thank you." You whispered. Steve kneeled beside you, he looked very concerned. "Hey, Y/N" He said. "Hi, Steve." You mumbled. "Y/N. This is not healthy." He said. Ouch. It was straight to the point.  “What am I without him, Steve? Nothing.” You said, looking at him. Your eyes was dull, as if the life has been sucked out of them. "You are something. You're family." He said. You laughed bitterly. "Family, really? Look at us, Steve. Look at me." You said. "Where is everyone, Steve? Family are supposed to be together, LOOK AT EVERYONE! They're gone, Steve. Gone." You said, looking at your ring. You laughed again. "How can you handle all this bullshit? We were supposed to prevent this, but we failed." You said.

He went silent.

You fell back to the couch. Tears started to fall, what's the point of living? You lost everything. Your partner, your friends, people that you barely knew. You couldn't live knowing that you've failed the one thing you were meant to do, saving people. You failed him.

Why should you go on at all?

[baby-blossoms]

Cold Eyes

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 3,983

Summary/Request: “hey sorry if this is too specify but could you do a dean x reader where she grew up in a really abusive household and had an older brother but she couldn't deal with it anymore so she ran away when she was 15 and she somehow became a hunter and is now dating dean (he doesn't know about her past) but she runs into her brother while on a hunt and she starts having flashbacks so sam and dean get super protective and pull her away from him and she tells them about her past and it's like insanely fluffy”

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING! This story deals with triggering material revolving around child ab*se. Ab*sive Father, Cussing, Alcoholism, Blasphemy (taking the Lord's name in vain.) ((Apologies to those I offended, I’ve gotten a few messages about this)) Mentions of high anxiety and panic attacks. All around, if you are triggered easily, I would not recommend this story for you. 

**** BELOW THE CUT IS POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING MATERIAL ****

      “Y/N, if you leave this house, you better hope I never fucking see you again!” 

       You flinched as your father slammed his fists against your bedroom door, trying to push it open. A barricade of practically anything you could possibly push in front of it was currently the only thing keeping you safe. You had finally had enough. Your father drank alcohol like water and used you as a punching bag. Your brother took his anger at your father out on you, and God knows where your mother was half the time. No fifteen year old should have to go through any of it. Your yearning for escape had finally overpowered your fear of your father, and you were frantically shoving anything you could think of needing into a duffel bag before he could manage to get past your haphazard barricade. 

      “Trust me, I promise we’ll never be anywhere near each other again.” 

You said, knowing full well your father couldn’t hear you over his own drunken screams of outrage. 

      Yanking your window open, you kicked out the screen, climbed out of it, and ran like hell. The promise you made to your father that night was one you planned on keeping for the rest of your life. 

       You ran down your street, but it never seemed to end, only growing longer with every step you took. Turning to look behind you, you saw your father coming closer to you by the second, his hand raised, ready to hurt you more than he ever did before. He caught you, and you kicked and struggled as hard as you could, trying desperately to escape his grasp. His eyes were just as you remembered, they lacked any shred of empathy, humanity even. Other children grew up fearing the boogeyman, you were terrified of your own father and his cold eyes. 

      “Y/N!” 

His voice sounded wrong, too deep, too gravely. 

       “Y/N?”

Your eyes shot open to Dean hovering above you, his eyebrows knit in concern. You held back a heavy sigh of relief. 

      “Baby, you kicked the hell out of me. Are you okay?”

You checked the clock next to your crappy hotel bed. Six in the morning. Your dreams liked to torment you with memories of your childhood, especially the night you escaped that godforsaken house. You had run for your life, and your father never caught up to you, but your brain liked to play the lovely ‘what if you didn’t escape, though?’ game. 

        “I’m sorry, hun. Jus’ go back to sleep…” 

       Dean stared at you for a moment, then giving you a soft kiss before collapsing back onto the bed to gain some much-needed rest. You knew you weren’t going back to sleep. Sleep never came easy to you, but it was ten times more elusive after a nightmare about your childhood. 

      You sighed in annoyance at your own brain for weaving such cruel dreams into your night. Deciding to get some coffee, you got ready for the day as quietly as possible, tiptoeing around the boys as if they were sleeping bears, which they practically were. The town you were in was too close to your “home” town. You knew it was unlikely you’d see your father, he rarely left the house unless he needed to earn some money or burn it all on beer again. Either way, there was a constant dread in your stomach the moment Dean pulled Baby into the janky little town.

---

      “Hey, I got coffee!” you said as you entered the room once more. Sam was already pouring over something on the laptop. Dean sat staring blankly at one of his knives, most likely examining it for any imperfections as he had nothing better to do at the moment.

       “Y/N, I could kiss you.” 

Sam sighed out thoughtlessly, plucking a cup out of the drink carrier you held.

       “Sure, if you wanna get throat-punched.” 

Dean replied without hesitation. You chuckled, placing the other two drinks on the bedside table next to the bed you and Dean shared. 

       “Sorry Sammy,” you said with a smile, “I don’t like long hair.” 

       Sam glanced back to you with a raised eyebrow, a shit-eating grin lighting up his features,

       “So,” he replied, “you’re saying if I cut my hair…?” 

Dean grumbled and pulled you onto the bed with him. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. 

       “Watch yourself, Sam.”

You stated simply, giggling at his face of repulsion when Dean pulled you against his chest and started kissing up and down your neck. 

       “On that note, let’s be ready for this case. We’ve definitely got at least two, maybe three vampires picking off people in pairs.

       You groaned in annoyance, vampires were so tedious. Dean laughed silently against you, knowing your hatred for the blood-suckers. You hummed softly and turned to face him, bringing him into a soft kiss that became more heated with every second. He smiled against your lips and moaned lightly, pressing you even tighter against him. 

      “Jesus, I am still in the room!”

Sam said, his voice practically screaming his discomfort. You and Dean separated. Dean sighed, letting his head fall back against his pillow.

      “Ya mind not being in the room then, Sammy?”

You suppressed a laugh at the annoyed look Sam shot Dean’s way before quickly collecting his gear and heading out of the room. The moment the hotel door closed, Dean didn’t hesitate to pull you against him once more. 

----

      Dean led you toward the library. Nightfall was approaching and you needed to regroup before the vampires had a chance to strike again. Sam sat at a table toward the back of the library, fully engulfed in whatever article he had was typing on his laptop. Dean glanced toward you, a wide mischievous smile stretching across his lips. You shook your head and simply watched as Dean stalked quietly toward Sam.

        “Dude, I could hear you from a mile away.” 

        Sam said, and Dean huffed in frustration that Sam had ruined his fun. You approached the boys, already uncomfortable with the thought of being stuck in a library. You weren’t necessarily in a reading mood, and it wasn’t like you needed to research vampires. They were what threw you into the hunting life. A piece of shit vampire had seen a young vulnerable looking girl obviously traveling alone, fortunately Bobby had happened to be in just the right place at the right time. He took you in and taught you everything you knew. He never questioned why you used to flinch harder at him raising a hand too fast than at a full grown werewolf snapping its jaws at your face. You were always grateful for him treating you like his own till the day he died. Bobby was a saint to you, more of a father than your own had ever been.

        Obviously you came in contact with the Winchesters, having been with Bobby all those years. Dean had taken quite an infatuation with you, and Sammy had a small crush, but he respected Dean’s feelings too much to do anything about it. You missed Bobby, but once he was gone, there was no point in you staying at his house anymore. You finally gave into your feelings for Dean and took to the road with the boys. Now here you were, only miles from the very place you started. Miles from the place you vowed to never come back to.

       “Baby, you okay?” 

       You jumped slightly at Dean’s question, you had fully zoned out thinking about your past. You nodded, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling in your stomach. Something felt off. 

      “Y/n, seriously, what’s up?”

 Dean questioned once more, his eyebrows were now knit in concern. You had never told Dean about your childhood. Every time that topic came to life, you quickly changed the subject or gave vague answers. You didn’t want him to pity you for the family you were born into. You didn’t want your shitty past to affect your future, and you didn’t know how Dean would react. At this point in your relationship, you weren’t sure it was even smart to tell him about it. 

     “I guess I’m just tired. I didn’t sleep well last night, after all.” 

      Dean didn’t look satisfied with your answer whatsoever, and he went to further question you, but you swiftly took a seat next to Sam. Sam glanced at you, offered a small smile, and continued typing away. 

     “So what are we dealing with here, Sammy?”

You asked, leaning back into the padded chair. It smelled funny. You frowned, choosing to instead sit on the edge of the chair. You could handle blood, guts, and all the other things that came with hunting, but publicly used furniture like this was where you drew the line. God knows how long it had been since the chairs had been properly cleaned. By the smell that oozed off of them, clearly the cleaning had not been recent.

     “Well,” Sam said, pausing for a moment to finish up whatever he was typing out, “It shouldn’t be too bad. It’s two vampires terrorizing towns all over the state. Looks like a couple, honestly.” 

      You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Murdering innocent people and draining their blood. How romantic. You looked to Dean, going to make a sarcastic comment, but he was already staring you down. Clearly he was not ready to let go of your brief conversation. Sighing, you turned back to Sam. He looked between you and Dean awkwardly, clearly sensing the tension between the two of you. 

      “Uh,” Sam looked about ready to sink into his chair. “Well… anyway… I hacked into a security camera around where the last two bodies were found. Here.” 

       He spun the laptop toward you, and you squinted at the terrible quality video. The male vampire ate like an absolute pig, he practically tore his victim to shreds, splattering blood everywhere. The female was surprisingly neat and well mannered for a vampire devouring the blood of its victim. Disgust overtook your features as you watched them practically eat each other’s faces as well once they were done feeding. Kissing with blood smeared all over Dean’s face was not your number one romantic fantasy if you were being honest. 

     “Okay, well enough of that.” you cringed at the disgusting display of affection, spinning the laptop away from you. “Should be easy. The woman is my worry, they’re always harder to get. Male vampires love to run right into a fight, the girl will probably strategize before she attacks.” 

      Sam nodded in agreement. Not all male vampires ran straight into the attack, but most did. You expected nothing less from this one, especially watching the hyper-aggressive way he ate. 

      “Who knows, Y/n, maybe he’s smarter than you think.” 

Dean grunted. You shrugged. Maybe. 

     “We can never be too safe. Just don’t underestimate either of them.” 

You responded. 

    “Yeah, maybe they’re hiding something. Doesn’t it suck when people hide things from you?”

Dean quipped back. You narrowed your eyes at him. He was being petty now. Sure, you could see how not telling him everything might upset him, but you hated when people were petty. 

     “Okay, well when you’re done acting like a high-schooler, I’ll be preparing for the hunt.”

     You stood from your smelly library chair, and quickly made your way back to the streets. Practically slamming the doors open, you didn’t even know where you were going, but you didn’t want to be anywhere near that library and its god awful smelling seats. 

    Your thoughts were interrupted when you abruptly ran into seemingly the only other person out on the streets that night. You withheld an angry exclamation, it was your own fault for not paying attention to where you were going, but god it was infuriating either way.

    “Oh sorry.” 

You began, your next words dying in your throat when you made eye contact with the man you had run into. He had your father’s eyes. They lacked any emotion, they were cold. You felt a wave of nausea in your stomach, and practically jumped away from him. 

    “Y/N?” 

    Your stomach twisted. You felt the blood leave your face, and considered pretending not to know who the hell he was talking about. You never wanted to see him again either. The situation you were put in prevented you both from ever becoming as close as siblings should have, let alone nearly as close as Sam and Dean. Your brother, Danny, only got worse as time went by. He seemed to lose all empathy as the two of you grew older.

---

    You sat in your bedroom, reading the latest book in your vast collection. They felt like the only way you could escape your reality at that point. Your father refused to give you any form of technology, and wouldn’t allow you to watch television with him in the living room. You were only provided with books he approved of, or ones you managed to sneak in under his nose when he passed out on the living room couch. The book you were reading at the time was a perfect example of one you weren’t supposed to be reading. Anything revolving around traveling the world, or freedom of thought and speech, your father hated. 

     Anything that might give you any semblance of hope outside of that house was absolutely forbidden. He constantly reminded you that he owned you, that you weren’t even allowed to think a certain way unless he said you could. As you grew older, even being forced into homeschooling, you obviously formed your own thoughts, opinions, and personality. You never expressed any of these things to him, but rage started to build within you, buried under your fear for him. 

     “What are you doing?” 

     You jumped, slamming the book shut and shoving it under your pillow. Your brother stood at your bedroom door, eyeing you in suspicion. 

     “Nothing, Danny. What do you want?” 

Danny scoffed, slowly stalking toward you. You cringed with every step he took closer to you and your smuggled book. You knew this wouldn’t end well. Your brother would snitch if it meant his skin was saved from a beating. It was almost as if your father had a daily tally going. Whoever did the most wrong, or annoyed him the most would be punished every night. You felt as if yours were always more severe than Danny’s. Danny rarely ever got punished anyway, he made sure of that. 

    “I want to know what you’re reading.” 

He replied.

    “Danny, stop it!” 

    You cried out, trying to stop him as he quickly lunged for the book under your pillow. He held it up, a victorious smile painting his lips. His eyebrows knit in anger as he read the description of your book. His glare toward you shifted to pure anxiety when his eyes darted to your bedroom door. You tensed. You knew what that look of fear meant. Father was awake. 

     “What the fuck are you two making so much noise for? What are you doing Danny?”

Danny shook his head quickly, holding up the book for your father to see while he quickly explained,

    “It’s Y/n’s! I caught her reading this stuff, I was just telling her to get rid of it.”

    Fear shot straight to your heart, and you stared at your lap, trying to keep yourself from shaking. Every step your father took closer to that book was a step closer to your next punishment. You understood Danny throwing you under the bus this time, but still resented him for it. 

   “What the fuck is this bullshit, Y/n? I didn’t say you could read this propaganda!”

You let out a small cry when he grabbed your chin so harshly you knew it would bruise. Forcing you to look at him, he sneered, 

    “Going behind my back and reading shit like this under my fucking roof? You’re in for it this time, little girl.”

    He hit the side of your head so hard with the book, you became dizzy for a moment, and your hearing was muffled. At least you could only hear him screaming at you through one ear. That was only the start of what he had planned for you. He made Danny watch everything he did to you. Danny didn’t show an ounce of emotion the entire time. His eyes bore into yours. They were cold and unapologetic. Better you than him, right? That was the day you realized Danny had your father’s cold eyes.

---

   “Y/n?”

   You snapped out of your worst memory with Danny, feeling like you really might throw up, scream, run, cry, or punch him. 

   “No.” 

You stated, moving to walk past him. He grabbed your arm, so hard you knew it would bruise. You felt as if your lungs were collapsing in on themselves. You felt trapped. You felt like that fifteen year old girl again, helpless to everything going on around her. Isolated, terrified, and wanting nothing more than to run. 

   “Y/n, I know it’s you. You have dad’s eyes.” 

You tore your arm from his grasp, feeling as though your heart had stopped beating the moment you heard him utter those words. Those disgusting words.

   “Don’t you ever compare me to him! Don’t you dare say I look anything like that fucking monster!” 

   Danny took a step toward you, and you matched him with a step back. 

   “Y/n, dad would love to see you.” 

You stared at your brother, appalled. 

   “So he can beat me again? Call me worthless? So he can fucking torture me while you watch?”

Danny shook his head, grabbing your shoulders, 

   “Y/n, it's been years. We’re still your family.”

You laughed at him, pain lacing your voice as you practically screamed,

   “I will never consider either of you my family! You did nothing, Danny! He beat me, and you just watched! You stood there and fucking watched as he beat me! You just wanted to save your own ass. You never cared when we were children, neither of you did, so don’t you dare act like you care now!” 

   Danny’s eyes betrayed his apologetic expression. He had no intent on letting you go without a fight.

Click. 

   “Get the fuck away from her, you piece of shit.”

Your eyes started watering in pure relief at the sound of Dean’s voice. You were shaking, too many traumatic and repressed memories were slamming through you like a tornado. Danny’s grip on you loosened in surprise, just enough to let you pull back and jab him in the throat.

   “Mother fucker!”

Danny wheezed out, stumbling backward and falling on his ass. 

   You didn’t think, you bolted. You sprinted as hard and fast as you could straight to the hotel, not once looking back. 

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   You sat in the hotel bathtub, trying to choke back sobs. Trying as hard as you could to stop yourself from having a panic attack. You knew something felt off earlier. It was your gut telling you to get the hell out of that town. A knock on the door almost sent you into a full panic until you saw it was Dean. You were terrified of the thought of Danny tracking you down and dragging you kicking and screaming back to your worst nightmare. The sight of Dean calmed you slightly, but you were still on the brink hyperventilating. 

   “Baby…” 

   Dean took a few tentative steps toward the bathtub, silently gauging whether or not it was okay for him to be near you, let alone touch you after what happened with your brother. You squeezed your eyes shut, drawing shaking breaths in and out, trying more than anything to keep it together. 

  “Do you want me here?” 

   He asked after a moment. You nodded your head in affirmation. Dean stepped into the bathtub, struggling to sit comfortably in it. It was comical how small his larger stature made the tub look. You let out a raspy laugh, and Dean smiled softly at you. He slowly and gently guided you to lay on top of him, your head resting on his chest. 

   You laid there in silence for almost an hour. Dean didn’t try to pry anything out of you, he simply rubbed your back and ran his fingers through your hair. He didn’t even need to speak to calm you down. Eventually your breathing came easily again, and you finally whispered,

  “How much did you hear?”

Dean sighed, his voice nothing but factual as he responded, 

  “Everything.”

You nodded. 

  “My dad… he was worse than any monster we’ve ever hunted. He hurt me in more ways than I thought possible.” 

You finally adjusted to look Dean in the eyes. They didn’t hold any pity, just sorrow.

  “You don't have to…”

You cut him off quickly,

   “I want you to know everything. I don’t ever want to hide anything from you, Dean.”

Dean nodded, giving you a soft smile. 

   “He would do unspeakable things to me, and make Danny watch. It got to the point Danny would get me into trouble on purpose- to save his own ass. He didn’t care, just as long as it wasn’t him getting the beating.” you paused, taking in a few shaky breaths, “One night he told Danny to hold me down while he punished me for speaking out of line. Even when I screamed and pleaded, Danny just held me down while my father punished me. My brother was long gone, he stared into my eyes, and it was almost as if he couldn’t hear or see me. I was only fifteen.” 

   Dean’s eyes were glossy with tears, you could tell it hurt him to hear, but you felt he deserved to know everything. His voice was thick and raspier than usual as he murmured, 

  “You don’t ever have to worry about him. I made sure he’ll never look for you, let alone touch you, again.”

You could only imagine what Dean and Sam had done with Danny the moment you left. 

   “It was my dad who caused those scars on my stomach. The ones I told you were from a hunt gone wrong. I ran away the night he carved them into me, and I never looked back. After a few days of traveling I was attacked by a vampire. Bobby saved my life. That was the night I consider my life to have actually started. Bobby saved my life in more ways than I could ever explain.” 

   Dean wrapped his arms around you, holding you against him as if the moment he let go you might disappear. 

   “I’m sorry about earlier, baby. I didn’t…”

He trailed off with a sigh. You knew what he meant. He never could’ve imagined it was this that you were hiding from him.

   “No, I’m sorry for keeping it from you for so long, darling. You deserved to know, especially with how long we’ve been together. I was scared it would push you away, or make you look at me differently.” 

   Dean shook his head adamantly.

   “Y/n, I’ll love you no matter what. I knew I wanted to be with you when I saw you smile for the first time. You could try to kill me, and I’d probably still follow you around like a dumbass.”

You laughed, drawing him into a gentle kiss.

   “I love you so much, Dean.”

You whispered. Dean kissed you softly once more, then whispering back,

   “I will love you with everything in me until the day I die… again...” he trailed off for a moment before adding, “I’ll love you even when I’m dead.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

   “I don’t think you’ll ever permanently die anyway, Dean.” 

Dean laughed with you, retorting,

   “I’ll love you every time I get brought back, too.”

[bakubitch-minusultra]

Not Alone: Chapter Three

-> an apocalyptic series with bnha characters but without quirks because im the writer and i can do whatever the fuck I want :3

-> Word Count: 2.4k

-> Warnings: Blood, guns, violence

-> Taglist: @5sosfckss @laudthingcat [if you wanna be added lmk <3]

“Where did you learn to stitch someone?”

Y/n looked back over at her guest and frowned, “My dad was a survivalist. He made me go to survivor camp every summer and took me hunting all the time. When it all started he plannned for us to come here. The book shelves are lined with his survival stuff.

Mina frowned, “Did he come with you or did you come alone?”

In that instant it flashed in Y/n’s eyes. The memory of her father pinned by a truck. His hand reached out for her. She could see them coming as she felt his fingers pushed them away. Her feet listened to him and started to run. They move against her wishes.

She shook the memories off and looked at Mina, “Where are your parents?”

Her eyes went blank like Y/n’s, “My mom died of sickness in the beginning. She went to work and never came home, and dad...well, he’s gone too.” Her voice started to quiver a bit and trailed off. Y/n didn’t press any farther.

“They’re all gone Mina. All that’s left is us and them.” Y/n almost twitched when she said the words ‘us and them’. She included Mina in her ‘us’.

“Mina?” A sleepy voice came from the living room. She quickly got up and out of bed to go check on Kirishima.

“He’s burning up.”

Y/n nodded and walked into the room and stretched, “Good. His body’s fighting the infection. The tree bark from the branch wass really flakey. I tried to flush the wound as best as I could but some bark might still be in there.”

Y/n felt a small spark on the back of her hand when she rested it against the balmy skin of his forehead. He took her hand in his. It was a moment of intimacy that Y/n’s never experienced before. She didn’t pull away but she didn’t know how to react as he squeezes her hand.

“Hard to thank you when I don’t know your name.”

Y/n felt her hand trapped in and looked over the back of the couch and gave him a small smile, “My name’s Y/n.” She felt expressions play across her face and quickly pulled away from his sweaty palm. She walked to the leftover boiled water and poured him a huge glass of it and then passed it to him. “You’ll need this.”

His red eyes sparkled and suddenly Y/n’s stomach ache was back.

“Thanks. Thanks for everything. I know you could’ve left me in that hole.” Y/n broke his stare and looked at the hardwood floor.

“It was nothing.”

Mina looked over at them and grinned, “How old are you Y/n?”

“Nineteen.”

Mina smiled, “I’m eighteen.”

Y/n felt sad when Mina told her that. She realized that Mina was eight when her mother never came home from work.

“Kirishima is twenty.” The room went quiet, Y/n didn’t know how to add to the conversation. She didn’t have conservations. Hades sensed her awkwardness and padded towards her, nuzzlin his face into her palms. “Where’d you get him?” Y/n scratched his face and smiled at how Mina had already won Hades over.

“He was at the doorstep one day. I heard his mother dying in the woods near the house. She got the infection and died just after giving birth. Her cubs started to eat her and got the sickness too. Hades was the only smart one. He never ate her. He found me instead.” Y/n grimaced and tried not to think about having to shoot the baby wolves.

Mina beamed at the large wolf, “He’s huge.”

“Very, but he’s good company and helps out around the house.” Mina laughed at that. She was bubbly, Y/n remembered her grandma calling kids bubbly and wondered how bubbly Mina would be if she had a normal childhood. Y/n looked back at Kirshima who was falling asleep again. “He falls asleep fast. We need to make him some soup.” She walked to the door and looked back at Mina. “Can I trust you?”

Mina shook her head, “No, I like it here and I’ll do whatever you want to let me stay but if it comes down to it I would sell you out to save Kiri.”

“Fair enough,” Y/n liked her candor and pointed to the books on the shelf, “Start with the top shelf. They’re the easiest reads.” Mina nodded and grabbed a book. Y/n knew Mina was a survivor.

The wooden paneling of the outdated cottage was comfortable and bright with the light filtering in through the huge windows. She hasn’t seen her cabin for what it truly was until that moment. Having seen Mina and Kirishima in her house made her realize how lucky she was. She had a fleeting thought and wondered when was the last time they rested on comfortable furniture.

Hades’s yellow eyes met Y/n’s eyes, he spoke to her only with his look. He wanted to stay with them. He didn’t completely trust the new guests either, Y/n could see it in his eyes. She nodded at him and walked out of the cabin.

She needed grouse or pheasant or wild turkey. There weren't a ton of them in the area but Y/n knew a spot. The cabin sat surrounded by huge fir trees and brush, green was everywhere. It made her nervous in the beginning. It was so big compared to her and she felt like there were eyes on her from a thousand vantage points. She could see the infected stepping over the brush, arms reaching for her. Blood running from their eyes and seeping sores covering their skin. Their tattered clothes and the smell would overwhelm her as they pulled her to the ground.

She could see the other. She could hear herself scream as their greedy fingers bit into her skin and dragged her into the woods. The woods where she would scream like the other girls. The tearing of the clothes had haunted her from the beginning. The infected tore flesh and the others tore clothes and the sound could swallow you up.

But now she saw the greenery and listened to the sounds of the forest and knew that she was safe. The forest was her friend. The relationship was tense in the beginning, but it earned her trust over time. Just like Hades, it had become a part of her family. Where she lost one family, she gained another.

The branches broke under her feet but in a way that kept the birds chirping and squirrels nattering. It was a gift that she had learned from Hades. He was able to wander the forest quickly, but in sync with the woodland creatures.

She stopped at the small dip in the forest, she had a great view from there. She blended into the trees and listened as she closed her eyes and waited. She grabbed her bow and arrow and got ready and waited for the sound she was seeking. It was a pheasant.

She watched the bizarre looking face of it and it’s spectacular colors. She could tell it was male. She took a deep breath and on the exhale released the arrow perfectly. It took her two years of constant shooting to be able to down an animal at that distance. The pheasant dropped without a sound as the arrow pierced through his throat just below it’s throat. She waited an extra second before putting the bow and arrow back in a small hole and going to retrieve the bird.

While she retrieved her catch she constantly looked over her shoulder. Kirishima and his friend had been watching her for two months before she became aware of them. Her sense of security in the forest was questioned. Heat flushed her cheeks as she walked back carrying the bird by his feet. She caught herself thinking about Kirishima; his red hair and red eyes and long eyelashes.

A stabbing pain ripped through her thigh.

She looked up to see the reflection of a scope from across the small gully. She quickly dropped to the ground and layed among the brush. Her heart was beating out of control.

Mina.

Y/n was sure that she had shot her. She wants her cabin, she had made that perfectly clear. Y/n’s heart hurt for the smallest of seconds before she hardedned and came to terms with the fact that she would have to kill Mina. Flashes of her pink hair and how much she cared for her friend crossed Y/n’s mind.

Shots whizzed passed Y/n in the brush. Y/n wondered if Kirishima had known that Mina was trying to kill her. Y/n held her breath and waited. She knew Hades would come for her. Then she heard footsteps. The forest was silent as the predator moved through it. She felt a sickening hurt after she realized that she had been betrayed. She regretted helping Kirishima out of that hole. She should’ve never opened the door. She should’ve cracked open the whiskey and listened from inside her cabin and waited for Mina to die or leave.

She knew she would regret it.

Y/n looked around. There was too much brush surrounding her. Any movement she made would give away her location. She could hear the footsteps drawing closer. They were heavy in their step, breaking branches roughly. Y/n was certain that it was Mina. She was certain that she would be shot in the back of the head any minute.

The whizzing noise started again as bullets hit the tree behind her. Y/n wondered what Mina was doing and why she hadn’t just shot her already. Thinking that Mina had lost the spot where she shot her, she thanked the bush for being so thick around her. There was a heavy thump and some rustling near me and Y/n started to panic silently. She had no idea what was going on.

“Y/n,” a whisper filled the forest and Y/n looked around without rustling the bushes. “Y/n?” Suddenly she felt Hades' breath on her. She looked up to see Mina squatted beside her. As soon as Y/n saw the rifle in her hand she was filled with rage. But she knew that the bullet in her thigh wouldn’t allow her to jump up and fight Mina for the gun. She looked at Hades who was on edge. He was hunting as if Mina was his partner and that hurt Y/n more than anything. “Y/n I killed him but there might be others.”

“What?” The words left Y/n’s mouth before she could register her volume.

Mina put a finger to her lips, “He probably isn’t alone.”

Y/n looked at her gun in Mina’s hands, “You never shot me?”

Mina pointed to the bush beside Y/n, “He shot you. Why would I shoot you? What? Where are you shot?”

Y/n tried to ignore the pain as she got up on her knees, almost crying out when she made it onto her feet in a hunched position. She saw the boots of the man on the ground.

“Those are military issue,” Y/n spoke softly, scanning the forest.

“Great.”

Y/n limped over to him and bent over. Her leg was pouring blood now. She took off her outer shirt and tied it around her thigh tightly and then fished the guy’s pockets. The warmth of her blood was already seeping down her leg. The guy was older, forty maybe. He had brown hair and looked like he had been eating well. She took his gun and knife that she found in his boot and tossed some beef jerky the man had at Hades.

“We could’ve eaten that.”

Y/n looked at Mina and shook her head, “Never eat anything you take off another human. Could have the infection or be rotten.”

Mina pointed at Hades, “He could get the infection.”

“He’s immune.”

“No one is immune.”

Y/n smiled sarcastically, “I have downed sick things before and he’s eaten them. He never gets sick.”

Mina made a face as she untied the dead man’s boots, “Oh god, so he ate his mother and lived?”

Y/n nodded, “Yeah probably. I try not to think about it.”

“You said he never ate her.”

Y/n shrugged as she scanned the forest and spoke quietly, “I want to gross you out ir scare you while I was fixing your friend’s wounded leg. We just met. I was trying to be polite- get the bird.”

She took the boots and the bird and walked over to Y/n, “Need a hand?”

Y/n leaned on her and Hades came up on her other side. He was less scared now.

“He got all crazy and started scratching at the door. He tried to open the door himself. I knew something was wrong. He led me right to you.”

Y/n brushed a hand through his dense fur. It wasn’t the first time he’d saved her life and she knew it wouldn’t be the last.

As they walked back to the cabin Y/n felt sick and afraid. There was no doubt that the army guy was not alone.

Her small cabin was under attack and the shirt around her leg was soaked red. She felt weak. She was afraid that the bullet was still in her thigh and thought about the fact that Mina was now the only able bodied person. Her safety and comfort was gone and in her mind she could hear the tearing and screaming again. As she walked through the door, Mina helped her to the other chair. She sat on the edge and tried to not get blood everywhere.

Hades looked worried, his eyes were concerned and full of expression. He nudged her and Y/n scratched his face and kissed the top of his head.

“I can’t believe you thought I shot you. That’s really what you think I’d do after you helped Kirishima?”

Y/n wobbled slightly from the blood loss and tried to muster a smile, “No, but I was scared. I’m glad it wasn’t you.” She felt the chair against the back of her head and the ceiling started to spin. She felt like she might throw up but then everything goes black.

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Always Love

Summary: Sam and Y/N have been best friends since day one. They both hid secrets from each other. One night, after Y/N’s life gets in danger, both of them let it all out. Square filled: Friends to lovers Pairing: Sam x Reader Word count: 2,160 Warnings: show level of violence, fluff, kidnap  A/N: this was written for @spntfwbingo​. Please enjoy it!

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“Never thought I’d be thankful for a crappy motel shower,” you sighed as you walked out of the bathroom.

“Yeah, me neither,” Sam said, his eyes glued on his laptop.

“Any lead on what we are dealing with?” you asked, plopping into bed, but soon regretted it because the mattress wasn’t as soft as you expected.

“I think it might be a vengeful spirit, but I’m not sure,” he wrinkled his nose. “I mean, there’s a pattern. They were all women, late twenties. All of them had a criminal record. But I don’t get how this thing is moving around. They were all last seen in different spots and they died in their apartments.”

“Maybe this thing moves around a certain area,” you yawned, getting under the covers. “We can map that out tomorrow. We are too tired now. Dean can barely open his eyes. You are tired too, Sammy. Get your ass over here.”

“You’re right we had a long day,” he unplugged his laptop and turned off the lights. The only thing illuminating the room was your bedside lamp.

Sam laid next to you. A sigh leaving his lips as his body relaxed on the mattress.

“You two,” Dean called from his bed. “No crazy late-night conversations. And turn that thing off,” he grunted.

“Night, Dean,” a chuckle left your lips. You turned to Sam who was laying on his back. His gorgeous eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep. You turned off the bedside lamp. “We should have a girls’ night one day.”

“I thought we already did that,” Sam frowned, turning to you.

“We have dudes’ nights,” you said. “We should have a girls’ night once we’re back in the bunker. We can watch some chick flicks with lots of popcorn and chocolate. You would let me braid your hair. Then we’d do some skincare together. It would be fun. Do you think Dean would join us?”

“No, I wouldn’t,” Dean nearly. “Now shut up and go to sleep.”

“Oh, Deano, you’re so grumpy,” you teased.

A comfortable silence fell between you. All of a sudden you weren’t that tired anymore. Sam on the other hand was nearly asleep.

“Sam?”

“Hmm,” he hummed.

“Do you know what I’m gonna buy for you and Dean?”

“What?” he opened his eyes.

“Matching pjs. A saw these cute brothers matching pajamas and I think you two would look adorable.”

“You do know those are for kids, right?” he chuckled.

“Yeah, but there’s gotta be for adults too,” you shrugged. “Then, I’m gonna get us besties matching pjs. One of the t-shirts has a pizza that’s missing a slice and the other t-shirt has the slice. We would look great in that.”

“How many matching pjs am I gonna get?”

“Lots of them,” you chuckled. “We should have a skincare routine. Your skin would glow, Sammy. Also, we should comb our hair,” you extolled.

“I think we should go to sleep,” he muttered as he tried his best to keep his eyes open.

“Fine,” you mumbled with a pout.

“Good night, Y//N/N,” he smiled, shifting in his place. His back was now to you.

“Good night, Sammy,” you laid on your stomach. A silence fell in the room. Every now and then you’d hear Dean’s soft snores. “Sam?”

“What?” he nearly snarled.

“Do you think aliens exist?”

“Night, Y/N,” he grumbled.

“Don’t hog all the blankets,” you warned.

You have known the Winchesters for nearly four years now. One day you had crossed paths whilst hunting a wendigo and you just clicked. After joining them in a few cases, they took you in and welcomed you in the bunker. You became a family. You and Dean were always bickering and making fun of each other. He was the big brother you didn’t know you needed. He was really protective of you.

When it comes to Sam, things are a bit different. You and he had many things in common. Both of you had to drop out of college because you had work to do. Both of you had your first lover taken away by something you were hunting. Sam was as geeky as you were. You enjoyed spending time in the bunker reading lore. As the years went by, you grew closer to him. You were best friends. Only to you, he meant something more. Sam was your safe haven. When you felt down, you’d run to him. Sam was the kind of guy you could see yourself building a future with. He was everything you’ve ever wanted. He was kind and sweet and caring. You and he had dudes’ night every now and then — girls’ night too but they weren’t that often. He’d let you apply a face mask on his skin just because it made you happy. He’d hold you anytime you felt down. He’d buy you chocolate every time he went grocery shopping. He’d bring a heating pad to you when you could barely leave your bed because you had cramps. He was always taking care of you. It was hard not to love him.

Hunting only made everything more difficult. If you allowed yourself to develop those kinds of feelings for him, it would only make it worse. You’ve always feared for his life every time you went on a hunt, but if you allow yourself to love him as your significant other, it’d only make you fear more. Besides, Sam didn’t feel the same, right? He saw you as his best friend. As his little sister. He’d never see you as something more than that.

“We can go out and ask some questions,” you heard Sam’s voice as you slowly began to wake up. “She can sleep for a little longer.”

You kept your eyes closed. The idea of getting a few more hours of sleep was really appealing.

“Y/N/N?” you felt the bed dipped beside you. His warm hand resting on your shoulder.

“Hmmm,” you hummed.

“We’re going out to ask some questions. You can stay and sleep for a little longer, okay?” you nodded. “If you need anything, call me,” he pressed a kiss to your temple, before heading out of the motel room with his brother.

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“Y/N, we’re back,” Sam called, entering the empty room. He frowned at your absence. “I brought you some chocolate. Your favorites,” still no sign of you.

He motioned for Dean to take a look around the room as he dropped the paper bag on the table. They didn’t find you. At first, they thought you were hiding just so you could take them off guard and scare them. As they didn’t find any sign of you, they started to get worried.

“Here,” Sam said as he picked the note with your handwriting. “Went out for breakfast. Be back in a few. Y/N,” he read.

“She should be here by now,” Dean checked his watch. “It’s almost noon. She should have been back already. Something is up, Sammy.”

Sam checked his phone for any missed calls or messages, but there were none.

The hours passed and the brothers only grew more worried. They tracked down your phone and it led to the diner you went to get breakfast. Sam wouldn’t stop pacing around the room and he was almost pulling his hair out. If he kept on biting his nails, he wouldn’t have any by the time he finds you. Dean prayed to Castiel. The angel appeared in the room and promised to search for you.

“I think I know where she might be,” Castiel said as he loomed into the room later that day. “There’s a warehouse about twenty minutes from here. I can’t go in. There are too many sigils. I think a demon has her.”

“Okay, can you get us —“

Before Sam could complete his sentence, Castiel had zapped them to the front of the warehouse.

“I’ll just wait here,” said Castiel.

A slam was heard as Sam kicked the door open. Both brothers entered the warehouse with their guns in hands. A door down the hall called their attention. At the count of three, Sam once again kicked the door open.

The demon had you tied up to a chair. Your head hung low and you were unconscious. Small bruises scattered around your arms and your torso. Your jeans were ripped, exposing your grazed knees.

Sam was consumed by sheer anger once he saw what the demon had done to you. He shot the woman. The devil’s trap bullet hitting her left shoulder. Just as he picked his demon knife, he’s brother stopped him.

“I got this,” Dean assured him, his hand holding an angel blade. “Get her outta here.”

Sam nodded, walking towards you. His hands fumbling to loosen the ropes around your ankles and wrists. He scooped you up in his arms. Your head resting against his firm chest. Sam walked out of the house as fast as he could.

Castiel spotted the youngest hunter with you unconscious in his arms. Sam’s wide eyes stared back at him. Fear was written all over his face.

“Here. Let me,” the angel pressed two fingers on your forehead.

The bruises on your body healed instantly and your heartbeat grew stronger. Relief washed through Sam’s body once your eyes started fluttering open.

“Sam?” your voice was hoarse.

“Hey,” he smiled before placing you on the ground. “How are you feeling?” his firm hand rested on your waist and the other cupped your cheek.

“Like I was kidnapped by a demon,” you chuckled. “I need to sit down,” as he helped you sit on the doorstep, Dean walked out of the house.

“Hey you,” he beamed. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Thanks for coming after me. Both of you.”

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he winked, heading towards Castiel.

“You saved me. Again,” you sighed.

“I did,” a blush crept up Sam’s cheeks. “What can I say? You just keep getting yourself in danger.”

“Oh, shut up,” you smacked his arm. Both of you erupting into laughter.

From afar, Dean stared at you and his little brother.

“You see that?” he nudged Castiel’s shoulder. “See the way they are looking at each other? It’s working just as planned,” he smirked.

“Did you plan on getting Y/N kidnapped?” Castiel stared at him, his eyebrows furrowed.

“No, of course not,” Dean nearly exclaimed. “I’ve been waiting for so long for them to finally get their heads out of their own asses and I think it’s happening.”

“Sam?” you called him, suddenly finding the rips on your jeans more interested than his face. “You’re my best friend, you know that right?”

You wanted to tell him you loved him. You wanted to kiss the living hell out of him, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t ruin your friendship with Sam. Telling him what you really feel wasn’t worth losing him.

“No,” he shook his head. “We’re not just friends and you know it.”

“Sam-“

“Y/N, don’t,” he stopped you. “The past eight hours without knowing where you were or if you were okay drove me crazy. I couldn’t stop blaming myself for leaving you alone. I can’t bear the thought of losing you. I can’t.”

“Don’t,” your eyes welled with tears.

“Don’t what?” he asked. His voice raised about an octave. “You don’t want me to tell you that I love you? That I’ve been in love with my best friend since day one? What are you so afraid of, Y/N?”

“You,” you blurted. “I’m afraid of you. I’m afraid of letting myself fall completely in love with you. Once I allow myself to do that, there’s no going back and I can’t lose you. I won’t be able to live with myself if I lose you.”

“You’re not gonna lose me,” he assured you. His calloused hands cupped your cheeks, his thumb wiping away your tears.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I know you got my back. Just like I got yours,” he smiled.

“I love you,” the three words you’d buried deep inside finally left your lips.

He captured your lips with his. He was soft against you. Your heart skipped several beats as you melted into his touch. His thumb caressed your cheek as your breaths mingled. His tongue pressed against the seam of your lips. You parted them, granting him access. The kiss became more demanding the more you explored each other.

Once air became needed, you parted. Foreheads pressed against each other. Your lips curled into a smile.

“I love you, too,” he said through panted breaths.

“Yes!” yours and Sam’s heads snapped in Dean’s direction as he fist-bumped into the air. A chuckle escaped your lips. “I knew it.”

Sam’s eyes were fixed on you, taking in every last detail of your face.

“Y/N,” you hummed, staring back into his hazel eyes. “You don’t have to be afraid. Not anymore.”

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Forest Fires | Part 3 | Geralt x Reader

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Warnings: We all knew that the s e x was coming (smutty smut) 

Word Count: 3,387

Summary: It has been almost two weeks since you dragged the injured Witcher from the woods. In those two weeks, it feels like everything has changed. You are exhausted from the extra work, but the Witcher seems to have taken notice.

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You wake up before dawn, thanks to your internal clock. The mornings have been getting colder and colder as autumn settles in. You sigh softly, wishing that you could just curl right back up underneath the old quilt, but you cannot; so you push off the warmth of the blanket, shivering slightly in the cold.

Glancing over at the Witcher, it is easy to see that he is still asleep. It has been a bit over a week, and thankfully he was healing very well. Of course, that had something to do with the Witcher mutations, but he insisted that you take credit for your work. Without you, Geralt would be dead. You find yourself smiling at his sleeping form——he looks so peaceful.

You pad over to the fire, which is now mostly burned through, and toss some kindling on top of the smoldering remains of logs, and place a few logs on top of that. Though you don’t have an ounce of magic in your blood, you use a twig to draw the runes that your mother taught you to guard against fire from catching anywhere outside the fireplace. You’ve left many a fire lit when you went out to leave so that you could come home to a warm cottage and have yet to have any fires, so perhaps they do work. It’s more of a habit than anything else.

Once the fire is lit, you go wash and dress quickly. Considering you have one more mouth to feed for the foreseeable future, you know you ought to go hunting. You also have set a few traps, and you need to go check to see if you’ve caught anything. You pull on your leather leggings. They were nothing fancy——you made them yourself. They are practical, though, and allow for easy and silent movement.

You slip on a woolen jerkin, hoping that it will help guard from the cold. Over the top, you pull on a leather vest and cinch it together. You pull your hair into its usual plait down your back and pull on your belt, all of your hunting knives holstered in their proper places. Before stepping back out into the main room of the cottage, you find yourself checking your appearance in the mirror one more time.

You don’t know why you’re looking, exactly, nor why you feel slightly dismayed that you have deep circles under your eyes. You find yourself, for the first time, feeling plain and boring——nothing like the beautiful, amber-eyed Witcher asleep in your bed. You sigh once more shrugging off the feeling, and head back out into the main room of the house to make yourself breakfast.

You go outside to fill another bucket with water, breaking out into a sweat as you lug it back inside. Your muscles are tired. Your back hurts. These are pretty usual feelings, but the extra work these last few days has certainly made it worse. Your arms ache as you take care to place the bucket gently on the large table so as not to wake Geralt.

You cook up some oatmeal——plain but filling, and serve yourself a large bowl. Once you finish eating, you cover the pot so that it will still be warm for Geralt when he wakes up.

Once you are satisfied with everything, you grab your bow and finally head out to go hunt.

***

It is late afternoon by the time you return to the cottage. You managed to catch three rabbits in the snares you’d left——they’ll make excellent soup, especially good this time of year. You also managed to track and hunt a deer.

You spend quite some time in the shed, making sure that everything is taken care of. You will tan the deer hide, and the rabbit fur will make excellent lining. You will salt and dry most of the meet from the deer——it will be especially good in the winter, when there is not much hunting to be done.

By the time you head back to the cottage, you are weak with exhaustion, but happy with your day’s work. Hopefully, Geralt will have eaten, and perhaps will be sleeping again. He had spent the last two days protesting that he could help more with chores around the house, but you had vehemently refused. He needed to rest. Just because you’d been able to remove the stitches a three days prior did not mean he was healthy enough to start working——in your opinion, anyhow.

As you draw closer to the couch, you can smell smoky scent of meat cooking. You quirk an eyebrow, a mix between confusion and a strange sense of happiness. Before you even get to step into the cottage and see what exactly the Witcher has been up to while you’ve been gone, you spot him at the well, pulling a bucket out.

“Geralt!” you call,exasperated. “You shouldn’t be lifting that!”

You hurry towards him, wanting to take the bucket from his arms. You couldn’t quite explain the worry you felt.

By the time you reach him, he’s already un-looped the bucket and was holding it easily in one arm.

“I am a Witcher, Huntress,” he says with an impish grin, “Not a damsel.”

It was at that moment that you suddenly felt a rush of heat to your cheeks, a flush creeping up your face.

“I’m no damsel!” you grin, following after him into the cottage.

“I didn’t say that you were, now, did I, Huntress?”  He grins.

You gasp as you enter the cottage. It is spotless. The last weeks have been so incredibly busy, you hadn’t had much time to devote to cleaning. But now, everything it back in its proper place. There are no herbs left strewn about, the dust has been swept away, the table is clean, and there is even laundry hanging to dry.

You turn and find the source of the delicious smell——a pot of stew in a pot over the fire. Geralt, however, has already made his way to the bathroom, and you hear him pouring the water into the wooden tub.

You follow him in. “Don’t bathe in the cold water!” you warn him, “I can head it up for you, just give me a moment to—” you are attempting to grab the now empty bucket out of Geralt’s hands when he silences you with one calloused finger pressed to your lips. It feels as if your mind melts slightly at his touch, and you find yourself not speaking a word in protest.

“Hush,” he says softly. “I’m a Witcher.”

As if you are supposed to understand what that means in this particular situation.

He turns from you to the tub full of water, and mutters something incomprehensible under his breath. You gasp and jump back, half in fear and half in awe, as fire shoots from his hand to the water itself, appearing to immediately bring the whole thing to a boil for just a moment before it begins to cool again.

“There’s stew in the pot, go eat while the water cools,” he tells you. “I’ll finish drawing your bath.”

You look at him incredulously. You are the healer here, you should be taking care of him. But before you can protest that he should wash, considering he just did all the work, he throws an offhand comment over his shoulder as he begins sifting through oils and adding several to the water about how he’s already washed today.

Without much to say in response, you find yourself nodding and heading back to the main room of the house, where you manage to wolf down a large bowl of rabbit stew. He must have gone hunting as well, considering you didn’t have any rabbit before this, and the stew tastes fresh.

“It’s easy to make while I’m on the road.” You jump slightly, not having heard him leave the bathroom. Godamn Witcher, silent as a cat.

“That was delicious,” you manage.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he says. “Now go get in the bath, I’ll be there in a minute.”

You could protest that you certainly are capable of washing yourself. But at the same time…Every single muscle is sore, and it would be nice to…

Your mind has already drifted to images of the Witcher’s large hands, on your back, in your hair, running up and down your arms, and lower. You shiver as you remove your dirty clothes and pull the tie from your hair, but this time, not because its cold.

You find the tub full, the water cloudy from the oils and soaps. It smells heavenly, you have to admit. You gingerly lower yourself into the perfectly warm water and sigh, leaning your head back and breathing deeply. Some of the tension in your back has already eased, and your sore muscles appreciate the warm water.

Once again, silent as a cat, the Witcher seems to materialize behind you. You look up at him, locking eyes with his amber ones for a moment. All of the tension, all of those unsaid words, still hang between you. But, there is a  knowing there.

Neither of you say anything as he pulls up a stool and sits behind you, like you had done for him days earlier, when he was still quite injured. You lean forward in the water, allowing him to take a soapy washcloth and gently scrub your back and neck. You find it difficult to concentrate on washing your front as he does so. Your eyes keep closing, and goosebumps keep appearing on your skin despite the warm water.

He chuckles behind you as you feel his hands on your back once more. He must have dropped the washcloth, because you feel only his rough and calloused hands on your back now. With great care, he begins massaging your sore back, neck, and shoulders. Somehow, he knows just where every knot and sore spot his. You drop the soap you’d been using into the water, forgotten, as a moan escapes your lips.

You don’t even feel embarrassed. That knowing glance that passed between the two of you said more than words could.

Eventually, he moves on to your hair, pouring water over your head, urging you to lean your head back. You are more than willing.

He massages your scalp with the same great care, eliciting several satisfied sighs, and one embarrassing mewling sound from you. You want those hands all over you, but Geralt seems like he’s in no hurry.

Once you are clean, he gets up and finds a towel.

“Up,” he says gruffly, “Let me dry you.”

You don’t think twice before obeying.

You feel somewhat exposed as he towels off your back and shoulders first, before moving down your middle and your legs, but you can’t say that you are not enjoying it. As he moves his way down your body, your body seems to move on its own, and you melt backwards, leaning into him. He chuckles——a low, rumbling sound that makes your heart rate pick up.

He towels off your hair last, grabbing your hairbrush and running it gently from roots to ends. You have been doing things on your own, been so completely alone, for so long. Its hard for you to feel comfortable with someone taking care of you, but somehow in this moment, this is all that you want.

Once he’s done, he sets the brush down and lets the towel drop to the floor. You lean your back against his chest, peering up at him to meet his amber Witcher eyes, so different from anyone else’s. He is gazing down at you with this warmth, that somehow makes you shiver.

“You going to kiss me, or what?” You blurt.

He doesn’t respond, except to place his hands on your shoulders and turn you to face him. His arms snake around your naked body and he crashes his lips to yours.

Your melt into the kiss, parting your lips. He immediately takes the control that you immediately give him. Heat is already pooling in your core. You found this man nearly dead only a couple of weeks before, and now here he was, making your completely lose your mind. You eagerly press yourself against him, pressing you hands  against his chest, careful to avoid the mostly healed wounds you know are under his linen shirt.

“You’re eager, little Huntress,” he teases in that intoxicating deep voice as he shifts his hands under your bottom, lifting you from the ground.

Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist and wrap your arms around his neck, reveling in the smoke-and-salt smell of his skin and the intoxicating taste of his kisses.

“I never said I was patient, did I? I am a Huntress after all.” you quip, smirking up at him. For another moment, your eyes lock and no words pass between the two of you.

“Not tonight,” Geralt says with a gleam in his eyes, “I’ve already caught you.”

You don’t even have time to respond before he devours you with a hungry kiss, this one much more forceful than the last. You don’t mind. You’ve already decided to give yourself to him. Desire burns like a fire in your veins.

It must be burning in the Witcher’s veins too, because he has you out of the bathroom and in the main room of the house in a split-second. He pushes you down onto the bed roughly and pulls off his shirt in one swift motion.

He’s on top of you a moment later, and your eyes flick to the scars across his chest. For a moment, your mind had been so clouded you hadn’t even thought to ask if he was in pain.

As if he can read your mind, he grabs one of your hands in his. It looks comically small against his chest as he places it on one of the raised scars over his heard. “I’m fine, thanks to you,” he says. His tone is deep and gravely, but his eyes are soft and warm.

Your hand traces down the raised flesh——he’s not wrong. All that is left of his grave injuries are only scars now. “I’m so glad I found you,” you say softly.

The words are heavy with meaning. You are happy that you found him, because otherwise you probably would have ended up dead thanks to that dire wolf; and you are glad because you are a healer, and you would never want to leave a person to die. But more than all of that, you feel like you found a part of yourself lying on the forest floor that day.

“Not as glad as I am that I was found by you,” he says, almost whispering.

This time, his kiss is soft and slow, but filled with desire. You hope that you understood the words right. It has been only two weeks, and already you cannot imagine a life without Geralt. You’d feel like that new piece of you was ripped away, taking your heart with it, if he were gone.

Finally, he breaks the kiss to continue kissing down your neck, nipping at the skin. He is leaving marks, but you don’t care. You want him to leave marks. You want to be his. You arch your back up into him, urging him on. He obliges.

When his lips close around one hard nipple, you can’t help the desperate sound it elicits. You moan, soft and hungry, as he flicks over it with his tongue. He moves over to your other breast to give it the same attention, replacing his mouth with his hand——pinching and pulling as he swipes his tongue over the other.

Your hips are grinding against his of their own accord. You need him. Your hands move down his chest, pulling selfishly at his trousers. You can feel the whole length of him through the fabric, and it only makes you want to remove it. You want nothing between the two of you.

He obliges once again, shifting to push off his trousers and underwear so that he is naked like you, save for the medallion around his neck. This time, when he kisses you, his hand travels lower, to your core. He moans in pleasure as he runs two fingers over your slit, just barely grazing your clit and making you buck helplessly against him.

All you can think is more, more, more.

“So wet already?” he asks,letting his fingers trace your clit in lazy circles. You can’t even answer, you are so lost in the feeling.

Apparently, he was not looking for an answer, anyway, because he plunges two fingers into you. You scream.

It feels so good. His fingers stretching you, exploring you. He grins down at you through a curtain of silver hair as he grazes that sensitive spot inside of you over and over as he plunges his fingers in and out.

It doesn’t take long before you are incoherently babbling his name as you buck against him. His eyes don’t leave you for a second. Something about that turns you on even more, and all of a sudden you are spasming around his fingers, calling his dame.

He helps you ride out your orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, finally gently removing his fingers and bringing them to his lips to taste you.

“Fuck, Geralt…” you say breathlessly.

You look up at him, your eyes and his locked once more. Again, there is no need to say anything. Even though you just came, you are already hungry for more. Your eyes must be doing all of the pleading that your mouth can’t quite form the words for, because he is gently guiding himself to your entrance.

“I’ve definitely caught you,” he says into your ear as he plunges in.

You gasp, something between a scream and a moan, adjusting to the size of him. You’re not inexperienced, but it has been a while, and you’ve never had anyone as big as him. It is painful in the most pleasurable way.

Your hands are all over him as he pushes in and out again, establishing a rhythm that has you seeing stars. He grunts in approval when one of your hands tangles in his hair and forces his lips back to yours again.

You bit his lip, hard. But he is still in complete control.

He quickens his pace and angles your hips so that he goes deeper, deeper every time. You are incoherent again.

Every time he slams into you, he hits all the right spots. You are losing your mind, you swear. When his thumb finds your clit and sweeps back and forth over it in time with his thrusts, you gasp, locking eyes with him one more time.

“Geralt…Fuck…Don’t stop, I’m—”

With one final thrust, he groans, burying his face in your neck as he spills inside of you while you spasm around him. You have never, ever, cum so hard.

It is several minutes before you finally come back to your senses. You can feel him stroking your hair. He has pulled you against his chest, and you can hear his heart—steady, strong. His breath is even, even after all of that.

You nuzzle into his chest, aware of your own heart rate finally beginning to slow as you relax into him. one hand stroking your hair, the other tracing circles on your back. It’s as if he knows exactly what you need.

The feeling of having just had the best sex of your entire life, with this Witcher who you might never have met, who you care about more than yourself though he is barely more than a stranger when you really thing about it… But thoughts don’t matter to you at the moment. You don’t need thoughts when you can feel everything so deeply with your heart.

It isn’t long before he has coaxed you to sleep, the exhaustion from a day’s work crashing down on you along with everything else.

The world fades to black, but with bright, amber stars.

To be continued.