Saudade (1)

Bucky x Reader

Saudade: (n.) Portuguese for a melancholic nostalgia for someone or something from the past.

Summary: She’s willing to do anything to keep Bucky out of harm’s way, that’s why she’s so expendable, and expendability is dangerous.

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warnings: swearing, violence, angst


Originally posted by ariesw1493

She fell off the train first.

She died, or she at least thinks she did.

She remembers hearing Bucky scream after her as he clung to the loose metal bar on the train. She remembers him fall off right after she did. His screams echoed off the mountain tops as they both plunged further and further to their deaths. She wanted to scream out to him. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him, how much he meant to her, but her voice was gone. Instead, it was filled with gut wrenching screams.

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Slave Starters

Warning: possible violence


“If you would just do as you were told this would go a lot smoother for you.”

“What’s your name?”

“If you open your mouth again, I’ll make you regret it.”

“You’re mine now.”

“You will learn your place. Even if I have to beat it into that pretty little head of yours.”

“You will stay in this cage until you can learn your role.”

“Pet, you can either wear this collar willingly or I will force it on you.”

“What did you just say to me?”

“I paid good money for you. You will do as I say.”

“Good girl/boy.”

“You don’t want to know what happens when you make me angry, pet.”

“Are you feeling better today, Pet?”


“Keep your hands off me.”

“Mercy, Master/Mistress. Please.”

“I belong to no one.”

“Rules? What rules?”

“I will do no such thing.”

“You bought me? What are you talking about?”

“P-please, I just want to go home.”

“I-I don’t understand.”

“Good morning, Master/Mistress.”

Prison Break - Part 2

Word Count: 2099

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, Violence, Blood

A/N: Unbeta’d, Unedited

Prison Break - Part 1

It had been weeks since the demon had made his presence known to Dean or to you. Weeks since Dean had shoved you into solitary. Sam had found out within a few days that the demon used to be an inmate, David, who was wrongly accused of killing a cop. Once he was in prison he was murdered by a gang of guards and cops who didn’t take kindly to crimes against their own. He wasn’t a truly innocent man. He was a rapist and a murderer, but he wasn’t a cop killer. He ended up in Hell and became a demon, coming back to this prison to exact some twisted revenge.

You’d grown closer to Dean over the weeks. Incredibly close. He’d managed to keep you in solitary confinement, always giving a reason why you had to stay there. He kept the other guards away. You didn’t ask how, but their visits to your cell were few and far between and you were thankful.

Maybe it was the confinement. Maybe it was that he was your only real human contact. But you could swear there were lingering touches, longer than necessary glances, comfortable silences. You were falling for him and you were pretty sure he was falling for you.

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Battered and Bruised Ch. 3 (Bucky x reader)

Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed chapter two because things are about to get intense for chapter three. I hope the cliff hangar was good enough. Just a reminder that I love you all and that you have a wonderful day. I posted a Masterlist last night and you can find all my other works on there :)

Chapter 1 2

Description:  Bucky sees all the damage he’s physically done to you because of what H.Y.D.R.A. did to his mind.

Warnings: Violence, cursing, angst.

“I love you F/N. I never thought I would be able to love somebody, but I love you. And I never want to lose you. Never.” 

“And I love you. I always have and always will.”

The Russian man threw the notebook down, smirking. From your chair in the corner, you could see the scowl on Bucky’s face, but his hands were shaking. He was trying to be brave, but he was terrified. Your tears were streaming down your cheeks and every breath hurt like hell. You had been screaming out for Bucky, trying to calm him down in anyway possible. The pain in your ribs was excruciating, and you began to choke on your sobs, your throat burning. 

“Soldier, welcome home.” The man’s accent was so thick you could barely understand what he was saying.

“I am not your soldier. And this- this is not my home, you fucking bastard.” Bucky thrashed against his restraints. A heated anger began to burn inside his chest. 

The agent just scoffed at him, then turned his full attention to you. 

“And I’m guessing your the American, scum agent that knocked out most of my men.” His back was to the light and his enormous shadow loomed over you, obscuring his features. “Hmm,” he tilted your head up towards him with his index finger, letting him see your flushed, tear-stained face, “but with your skills, you could be a wonderful soldier. for H.Y.D.R.A.” He chuckled lightly.

“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Bucky growled, his chest heaving.

The unknown man circled you, like a vulture. He began to twist a curl of your hair, suddenly grabbing a fistful, yanking your head back. You cried in pain; hot tears were stinging your eyes. 

“Stop it! Get away from her!” Bucky was thrashing against the table, screaming, but it wasn’t moving one inch. You realized this table was specialized to keep him restrained. 

“Ah, so I found your weakness, зимний солдат.” The man had a wide grin on his face. “You love her, don’t you?” He released your hair and walked back to the table in the middle of the room. The pain from your head began to subside, but the waves of pain every time you breathed were still prominently there.

“I swear to God, if you lay another hand on her I will kill you.” The words were seething between Bucky’s clenched teeth. 

By the way this was going, you didn’t know if you were going to be leaving alive or in a body bag. Or worse, you would sticking around as another one of their super soldiers. 

“Bucky, look at me,” you croaked. Every word burned your throat and sent screams on pain through your body. He turned his head to you, eyebrows stitched together with hurt and worry. “I love you, James Buchanan Barnes. I always have and always will.”

“F/N, don’t say it like this is goodbye. Don’t do this.” Tears were making streaks down Bucky’s beautiful face. You gave him the best smile you could despite the immense pain. You didn’t know what could happen next, you and him were completely helpless. They took all of your weapons, even the extendable blade that was embedded into your uniform. He had a better chance of making it out, he was a super soldier after all. Though, your luck was running thin. Your chances of getting out of there in one piece were slimmer than ever.

“Enough of this.” The man spoke clearly this time, his anger and annoyance was building in his voice. “Let’s get started now солдат. Shall we?” He motioned towards the leather notebook, the star matching the one that used the be on Bucky’s vibranium arm. The agent picked it up, his eyes boring holes into him. 

Taking his sweet time, he opened it, flipping through the pages. He was going to enjoy watching both of you suffer.

“Bucky. Baby. Stay strong. Fight it, I know you can. Focus on something. Focus on me or Steve or us.” Your words brought more tears to your eyes, it was breaking your heart. “I love you. It’s going to be alright.” 

As you were talking him down, Bucky listened to the sound of your voice and closed his eyes. 

“Catch me if you can!” You yelled, caught up in a fit of laughter. You were wearing a yellow sundress, weaving in and out of the trees. 

“I’m coming after you!” Bucky chuckled, a huge smile was plastered on his face. He finally caught up to you, hugging your waist from behind. You both were breathless, falling to the ground, laughing. 

He opened them. Worry was knitted on his face. He had to keep these memories. He had to hold onto them, and maybe, just maybe his mind wouldn’t succumb to the pain and brainwashing. 

“Тоска..” The agent bellowed, letting the word echo through the room. Bucky’s metal arm twitched. He had to fight this. He couldn’t leave you. You were the one person he had, the one person he loved. 

“Ржавый..” Something began to click in Bucky’s head. The world began to spin around him.

“Stop!” You were screaming as you saw the love of your life being ripped apart right in front of you. “Baby, no. Don’t forget me. Don’t forget us.” You were choking on air and tears, your vision blurry. 

The man wielding the notebook began to speak louder and faster, realizing that you could jeopardize the activation.

“Печь, рассвет, семнадцать.” Bucky was thrashing around, trying to stay grounded. It was becoming harder and harder with every second. He was going in and out of his own, controlled mind. He tried focusing on another memory.

He rolled over, seeing your beautiful body laying beside him. This was the first morning you ever woke up together. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing you on the shoulder. A corner of your mouth curled up in reaction. 

“Good morning my love.” He spoke, breathing the words into your neck. 

“Good morning.” You groaned, placing a sweet kiss on his lips.

He smiled. “God, I love you so much F/N L/N.”

Thinking about you brought him back a little, making it easier to think clearly.

“Доброкачественный, девять, возвращение на родину.” The man was grinning from ear to ear as he saw you struggling against your restraints. 

You couldn’t run to him, bring him back down from this. Your croaked whispers were being drowned out by the echoing voice of the man who was torturing Bucky, right in front of you. 

“Один.” The room was booming with noise. Bucky’s screams gave you a sinking feeling and you felt yourself falling apart. 

He couldn’t fight it any longer. He kept recalling memories of you, repeating his name and your name in his head, hoping he wouldn’t forget it. Searing pain crept up to the front of his head, making his vision go blurry. Tears were streaming down his face, he was covered in sweat. 

He looked at you one last time, “F/N, forgive me.”

“грузовой вагон.” The agent stood still, waiting for a reaction from Bucky. His head was drooped forward, the long black strands covering his facial features. 

“Солдат?” He was eager for a response. 

Bucky’s head slowly drew up. “Готов выполнить.” 

The agent began to laugh hysterically. “Impressive, no?” He looked at you, the life drained out of you. 

“Солдат, kill her.” He smirked down at you, watching you as you remained stoic. The only thing that he could see were the silent tears rolling down your cheeks. He unlocked Bucky’s restraints and he immediantly got up, walking briskly towards you. 

“Bucky, I know you’re in there somewhere. I want you to know that I love you.” Your voice was scratchy and whispered. 

“Who the hell is that?” He asked you, pure evil was the only thing found in his once loving, blue eyes. Before you could say anything his metal fist came into contact with your jaw. An instant spike of pain emerged, you could taste blood in your mouth. 

“I don’t blame you for this. This isn’t you.” You whimpered, the pain in your jaw made it incredibly painful to speak. Were you afraid of him? No. What you were afraid that the real Bucky, your Bucky, would never come back. 

One, two, three punches landed in your other ribcage, gut, and face. 

You were spitting out blood. “It’s okay baby. I’m not afraid. I’ll always love you.” Your vision became spotty as pain coursed through every inch and every nerve of your body. 

“Shut up!” The Winter Soldier was all that was left standing in front of you. He began to deliver a series of punches all over you body, making your head spin. You didn’t scream or yell. You took it, every single punch. 

Blood was streaming down you face, arms, and it began to seep through your clothes on your stomach. You couldn’t focus on anything as your body became numb. He kept punching you, but you could no longer feel it. 

A blanket of white overtook your vision as you whispered, “I love you Bucky,” one last time before you collapsed in your chair, your world fading to black. 

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Title: Recovery, Healing, and Jethro Gibbs (Part 2)

Code: LB0006

Requested by: @crimescreen

Words: 1,806

Note: Part 1

Warnings: THIS IS RATHER GRAPHIC. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS. Domestic violence, mentions of sexual abuse, probably eventual smut.

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I Know I Shouldn't (Part 3)

Loki x OC

Warnings: language, violence, mild romance 

A/N: I am including characters from actual Norse mythology, as well as from the movie franchize. There might be some spoilers, I’m not writing this with any specific time line in mind.

I hurt.

I hurt, but not like before.

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HOME Chapter 6

Come Back

Word Count: 4, 337

Tags: @commandergreysonpike @brutalera @allaboumydirtymind @missphanosaur18 @sighsophiia @lakef

Warnings: Violence

   Ever since arriving, I spent most of my time in town. It was closest to what I knew. The town of Breckenridge was quiet and fun. The people there were friendly, welcoming and easy to get along with… Much more so than in the city. I found it easier to live with my Grandparents as I slowly felt as if I were home, and after a couple of weeks, I managed to find a local bagel shop. So I’d sit outside, admiring the mountains while I ate a bagel and sipped on the coffee I had gotten that morning. With my computer in front of me and my work pulled up, I couldn’t find many disturbances.  But nothing good lasts forever. And I should have realized that sooner. 

 Other than being filled with small independent stores, coffee shops, and chain restaurants, the town also had a couple libraries. There was one just down the street from the bagel shop, with wooden stairs and wall-high bookshelves alongside a fireplace in the back. I eventually got a member card so that I could rent books, since It kept me occupied when I had nothing else to do.
   But, despite everything, the best thing living with my grandparents was that every day, whenever I came home, I came home to a family who loved me.

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A Blast from the Past (Part 1)

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Summary: You didn’t know what to expect when you entered that factory, but you sure didn’t expect running into him.

Characters: Reader, Reader’s little sister, Simon, Negan, the Saviors

Pairing: NeganxReader

Word count: 2130

Warnings: Language, violence

A/N: This is my first work on The Walking Dead, I’m so excited! This story takes place around the time of season 6 and 7. Hope you enjoy!

“Come on, Baby, we gotta keep going.” You said quietly, looking down at your eight year old sister, tightening your grip around her hand and gently tugging, urging her to follow you. You were walking around a small town, scavenging for food and ammo. You started in the morning and had already searched three buildings, only managing to find a few damaged cans and three shotgun cartridges.

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Causing Problems Pt. 6

Plot: You and Wonwoo are the two top students in the school, when you are asked to start a tutoring program at the school. Not being able to stand each other, you soon discover that the other isn’t as bad as you thought to be.

Pairing: WonWoo x OC

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Author: @the-song-was-fire-so-save-me

Notes: Thank you so much for all the support this has been receiving! It means alot to me that you like this! Well, both characters made major progress in this chapter, so I hope you all enjoyed this!

Word Count: 2.37 K

Warnings: There is mentions of VIOLENCE: including mugging and sexual assault- PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, CAN BE TRIGGERING 

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 *Please read previous chapters to understand the whole story


Afterwards, you stood up to throw away the cup that had held your frozen yogurt and when you turned around Wonwo was right behind you. Scaring you slightly, you clutched your chest and took a few steps back.

“Were you that surprised that I was right behind you?” He chuckled, reaching around you to throw his cup away as well.

“Well it wasn’t like I expected to turn around and run straight into a 6 foot wall of nerd, so yeah, you can say I was surprised.” You sassed back.

“Yah, no need to be so sarcastic, I thought we were actually connecting right now.” He teased, bending his legs so he could be on eye level with you.

“We were until you decided to scare the living crap out of me.” You shook your head.

“Well, to make up for freaking you out, how about I walk you home, it’s already really late.”

“It’s fine, didn’t you say you wanted to stay here so you could help out?” You looked around to make your point.

“I can come back later, it’s fine, Samchon will keep it open for me.” He started walking back to the table to grab your things.

“Hey Potter” You called to get his attention “I’ll be fine, it’s not like I don’t know my way home from here, no need to worry about me, I can protect myself okay?” You went and grabbed your bags from him.

“Here, at least let me know when you’ve gotten home, Samchon is going to be mad at me if he finds out that I didn’t walk you home, at least this way I can tell him that I know that you are safe.”

“Wonwoo, how am I supposed to do that? I don’t have your phone number and you don’t have mine.” You pointed out.

“Then give me your phone.” He said, not even hesitating to pull out his phone from his back pocket and unlocking it, pulling up the contacts screen. You hesitantly did the same, wondering how he was so comfortable with exchanging numbers with you, not that it was uncomfortable for you, you just wondered how he did it with such ease, not even thinking twice, not to mention the fact that you barely had any contacts in your phone, compared to his many. Finally, you had both entered your individual numbers into each other’s phones, handing them back to the owner.

Checking his contact, you noticed that he named himself “Not Harry Potter” and took off his glasses in his profile picture so it lessened the resemblance. Now I wish I did something fun for my contact name, all I did was Y/F/N… Just then, the owner of the store walked out from the back of the shop.

“Ahhh, leaving already dear? Wonwoo, will you be back after you drop her off?” He asked.

“Ajuhssi, I am going to walk myself home tonight, it’s already late and it will be even later by the time that Wonwoo makes it back here, plus, I already promised to tell him when I made it home so you won’t have to worry about my safety.” You bowed to him.

“Well, I wish he would still walk you home, but if he at least offered to, I will be happy, just stay safe dear, don’t go taking short cuts and stay under streetlights, okay?”

“I will ajuhssi, have a good night.” And with that you waved goodbye to both of them as you walked out of the little shop and off onto the sidewalk.

Wonwoo’s POV

After Y/N walked out, I sat down at the table with Samchon.

“How have you been Wonwoo, you haven’t been around as much as you used too?” He questioned after we had both seen Y/N leave our line of vision, preventing us from watching her further.

“My parents found out that I was visiting and gave me the whole, “heir of one of the biggest companies in South Korea” lecture again so I had to stop visiting as often, but right now they are on a trip to Japan for about a month so I hope to start visiting again more often.” I sighed, still not understanding my parent’s logic to not wanting me to visit the little frozen yogurt shop that I loved so much.

“Now joka, you should still obey your parents, they are only looking out for you in what they think is your best interest, so if they are telling you to not visit anymore, then I won’t be upset with you, I just don’t want you to forget the lessons that you have learned from here, do you understand?”

“It’s not that they want me to stop visiting it’s just they don’t understand why I am out so late at night working at a little hole in the wall shop, kind of thing I guess.”

“Then stop visiting so late at nights, start coming in more often on the weekends, besides that’s when it gets busy, we could really use the extra help. But what I really want to know about right now is the girl that you brought in earlier. I remember you claiming at a young age of fifteen that this was your sacred haven and that you would never share it with another person if you could help it.” The older man in front of me gave off a chuckle.
“Samchon!” Then I sighed. “I don’t know why I brought her here to be honest, we tutor at school together, and we didn’t get done till around 6 tonight. I asked her if she wanted frozen yogurt and instead of bringing her to the one downtown, I just brought her here.” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Well, there has to be something that you see different in her than you do all the others.” He gave a knowing smile.

“She doesn’t treat me like the other girls at school, as stupid as that sounds. Most of them try to cling to me and call me a prince and things. ?she is the first that hasn’t taken my attitude and fought back when I argued with her. But even then, when I needed help, she didn’t seem to be afraid to bend down and help me up, even after the way I treated her.” I gave off a small smile.

“Joka, it seems like you like her a little bit more than you are willing to admit to yourself.” He patted me on my back. “But enough talk, tomorrow is Saturday and I haven’t had enough time to go through all the inventory, would you mind helping me out and doing that before you leave?” He asked, slowly standing up, pushing up off the table to help him.

“Not at all, do you want me to close up the shop, so you can head home early?” I helped him fully get out of his seat.

“No, I will stay right here until you get that call from her, I do want to know that she got home safely.” He smiled again.

“Okay Samchon, but I am going to go get to work okay?”

“Okay joka, just do a good job.”

“I always do Samchon!” I called out to him as I walked back to the supply room, grabbing the check board that was hung up on the wall as I went.

Third Person POV

You were walking down the dimly lit street about 3 blocks away from your house when you heard footsteps following behind you, not thinking anything of it, you continued walking. Only when it started to near you is when you became suspicious. Just to be on the safe side, you stopped quickly and pretended to pull out your phone, seeing if they would walk past you. Sadly, you heard the constant stepping come to a stop behind you. This time, you really did pull out your phone, and clicked the first number you saw. You started walking again with your finger hovering over the call button.

Just then you felt a tug at your school bag, which was quite heavy, causing you to lurch back. A rough voice came from behind you. “What is a such a young pretty girl like you doing walking alone so late at night, you know, there are so many bad people who wander around at this time.” He whispered so close to your ear. “Now do as I say and you can go home tonight.” You suddenly felt a stabbing at you back, which you could only assume was a knife of some sorts. “What do you have with you? A wallet? Phone? Computer? You look like a well off student, you have to have something on you.”

“Not really, I was just at a shop with my friend and I left most of my stuff there.” You tried to convince him that you didn’t have anything on you.

“Don’t lie to me, I not in the mood for lying.” He pushed the knife hilt farther into your back and a pushed his body closer to yours. “If you can’t give me that, then maybe you can give me something else..” He let his other hand slide along your leg. Then, his voice came closer to your ear, “how does that sound princess, since you can’t give me money, how about some other form of compensation for your lying? Hmmmm?”

Just as he hand was nearing the edge of your skirt line, a car came barrelling down the street, causing the man to run into the shadows so he wasn’t seen. After he was gone, you dropped to the ground, shaking. You could still feel the hilt pointed in your back and you felt as if your legs couldn’t move even if you tried. Suddenly, you broke down crying. Shaking, you pulled out your phone and immediately hitting the call button of the number of your screen, only looking at the caller identification after it started ringing. It was Wonwoo. But suddenly he picked up.

“Y/N? Are you home already? You would’ve had to practically jogged the whole route to make that time! I’m impressed!” He laughed.

“Won-*sob* Wonwoo, he-help me.” You made out between sobs.

“Y-Y/N? Are you okay? What happened?!” He rushed.

“ I was w-walking one moment a-and the next there was a k-knife pressed to my back and there was a guy demanding money a-and my phone a-a-”You were cut off but Wonwoo talking under his breathe.

“Are you okay now? How far away from home are you right now? Tell me your cross streets. Don’t move until I get there unless he comes back and if he does call me right away okay? I’m leaving now.” You could hear a lot of rustling and loud shouts which you assumed was him telling the older man what he was doing. After a while all you could hear was heavy breathing and loud steps like he was running. “Okay, where are you exactly?

“I’m, I’m on Gawand-r-ro, just after the old apartment complex. P-Please hurry Wonwoo.” You let another sob rack through your spine.

“Okay, give me a minute, stay on the phone with me. I’ll be there in a second.” He said, and the line went quiet again except for the sound of pounding feet and heavy breathing. Soon enough you heard the sound of feet pounding the asphalt beneath you in real life, no longer through a phone and Wonwoo started calling out your name. “Y/N? Y/N! Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU?”

“O-o-over here.” You let out barely above whisper, thankfully he was right behind the car you were crouched beside. Soon, he was crouching right in front of you.

“Are you hurt, anywhere?” His eyes started scanning all over your body for any signs of bruising or blood.

“Just my dignity.” You gave a small giggle through your sobs, trying to make your situation seem better than it actually was.

“This isn’t time for jokes Y/N. Can you stand up? Are your legs still shaking?” Wonwoo rested a hand on your knee, and he was clearly able to feel the tremors through his fingertips. “Okay, I don’t think you should try to stand up right now, I’m afraid you might collapse and twist your ankle.” He said, then stood up and looked around for a little bit. After murmuring under his breath for awhile, he finally looked back at your slouched figure under the dim street light, leaning against the side of the parked car outside the shady apartment building. He went to you and turned around, crouching down. “Get on my back, my house is closer so I’m going to take you there.” He said without hesitation.

“W-Wonwoo, are you sure? I’m kind of heavy.” You asked, with much more hesitation to your nature.

“You are fine, now get on my back, you need to get somewhere where you can sit down and rest, and have a good night’s sleep.” He said, his hands going behind his back and making a beckoning motion with them.

After about 30 seconds of silence you decided to scout farther up so he could wrap his hands under his legs.

“Why did you finally decide to listen to me?” He joked.

“I want to be gone in case he comes back.” You whispered as Wonwoo stood up.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you are fine until we get all the way home…” He said. “Now put your arms around my neck so you don’t fall.” He instructed, whilst tightening his grip on your thighs. Not enough to where it hurt, just enough so he knew he wouldn’t drop you.

After he started walking, the you both fell into a comfortable silence, him looking around every once and awhile to look for signs of someone hiding in the shadows, you listening to the sound of his footsteps against the asphalt underneath his feet. Soon, the steady sounds of footsteps started to make your eyes go limp. After awhile, you dropped your head to the back of his neck, whispering a quiet thank you before you completely fell asleep.

Lost Girl Part One

OUAT Peter Pan, Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield and Reader

Summary: Tom and Harrison find themselves sucked into a real fairy tale, minus the fact that it is a fairy tale. Peter Pan is the tyrant boy king of Neverland and reader is the islands only lost girl.

So far no pairing yet.

Warnings: Language, violence that’s about it.

Originally posted by daily-robbie-kay

Originally posted by spiderholland

Originally posted by somewhereornot

Tom and Harrison were finishing up a night on the town, they were currently stumbling towards their apartment.. The streets were deserted, their only source of light been the street lamps, as they held each other up to keep the other from falling over. However they were both as drunk as each other, waddling on and off the street while giggling like thirteen year old girls over nothing in particular, their obnoxious laughter disturbing the quiet of the street. That was until they were gripped by a dark ghostly figure with glowing white eyes, being pulled into the night sky above. Being legless fighting this dark entity was useless for both males as they were flaying limbs in a useless attempt to get free.


Harrison woke with a groan his head pounding like a drum, sitting up he takes in his surroundings, trying to piece together the previous night. Tom passed out next to him, on a sandy beach the waves gently lapping against the shore the water sparkling like crystal under the scorching sun. The other side is dark dense forest, where the fuck are we? he thinks to himself squinting his azure eyes.

“Nice to see you awake.’’ a voice says behind Harrison who turns to see a boy maybe around his age he’s not entirely sure clad in green, with a devious smirk on his face. Arms crossed across his chest.

“What is this place?” Harrison asks dusting his pants of sand while standing up,

“Let’s wake your friend up first.’’ the boy says Harrison takes note of his accent being the same as his own and Tom’s. Speaking of Tom Harrison turns to shake Tom awake, who groans in annoyance but snaps out of it realising that he’s not at his apartment.

“What the fuck? Where are we?” Tom looks around his bleary eyes focusing on the boy in green. Who quirks a brow at Tom.

“I’m Peter, Peter Pan. And this is Neverland.’’ Peter gestures to their surroundings,

“Ha ha very funny, seriously mate, where are we?” Tom asks standing up trying to get his bleary mind to focus properly,

“I’m not joking.’’ Peter deadpans crossing his arms over his chest. He turns away the two friends look at each other before following Peter into the forest. 


The walk through the forest didn’t really take that long, now that the three boys were standing along the outskirts of the of the ‘Lost Boys camp’. They see boys of various ages around the camp many with different weapons.

“Let me introduce you to the Lost Boys.’’ Pan says walking to the middle of the camp the boys immediately turn to their fearless leader eager to hear what he has to say.

“Let me introduce you to our new members, Tom and Harrison.’’ Pan says gesturing to the two boys, as he looks around the camp he realises there’s one person missing, you. 

“Where’s Y/N?” Pan asks,

“She went for a walk about an hour ago.’’ One boy replies holding a club with a large ugly looking scar on his face. Pan nods in response leaving Tom and Harrison to get acquainted with the boys, in the meantime Pan was now going to go look for you.


You had to get away from the boys, they didn’t bother you not anymore it’s that sometimes you just wanted to be alone and have sometime to think, to breathe, to be yourself and not this fake facade that you put on just to fit in. Walking along the beach always made you feel better, that was until you hear someone following you. Placing your hands on the hilt of your swords ready to strike, swiftly spinning around swords ready to attack. You roll your eyes seeing that it’s just Pan.

“What the hell!” Exclaiming loudly sheathing your blades crossing your arms across your corset clad chest.

“We have some new lost boys, come along Y/N.’’ Is all Pan says turning around he begins walking back in direction of the camp, you have no choice but to follow him.

Demon Dean Winchester Pt 2

Baby? Daddy? Supernatural Fanfiction Series Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam feat Crowley Warnings: language, violence Summary: Y/n has learned she’s pregnant but its not a normal pregnancy since she’s only been pregnant for 6 weeks and she's​experiencing abnormal symptoms. She starts searching for Dean Winchester the baby’s father. She wants to know what she is carrying, if it’s going to kill her, if it’s evil, and what he’s going to do about it.

Y/n was 6 weeks pregnant and she was crying in her car, she’d just finished at the doctor’s. She told the doctor she was only 6 weeks pregnant, the doctor said that wasn’t possible. She had to be 7 almost 8 months along going by the size of the baby, which was a boy. Y/n was so scared she didn’t know what to do, she only had one option. Find the father. She had the number he gave her to call for a quick fuck, she called the number. “Who the bloody hell is this” Crowley said, “this is Y/n I’m trying to get a hold of Dean Winchester” Y/n said. “Why in the hell do you have my number” he said, “I don’t know he gave me this number about 6 weeks ago” she said. “You in trouble or something darling” he said, she didn’t trust the man on the phone he gave her a sleeze feel “yes” she said. “I can get you his number, I’m Crowley and I’m a friend of Dean’s, I’ll text you that number darling” Crowley said. She thanked Crowley for his help and hung up the phone and a second later she got a text with the number. Y/n put the number in her phone and called it, she prayed it was the right number. “Yeah, this is Dean” he said, “hi this is Dean Winchester right” she said. “Yes, I’m Dean Winchester, how can I help you” Dean said, “I’m Y/n Y/l/n I don’t know if you remember me, but we had a one night stand about 6 weeks ago” she said. “Yeah I remember, I should apologize for anything I did or said that night I wasn’t myself” he said. “This is gonna sound strange, six weeks after we were together I found out I’m pregnant” she said. Dean’s face turned bright white and he sat down on a chair in the library. “You’re pregnant, you’re sure” he said, she put her hand on her belly and said “yeah, I’m sure, look I need help I don’t know how to explain this” she said. “Explain what” he said, “when we met I wasn’t pregnant, you saw me naked you know I wasn’t pregnant” she said. “Yeah you definitely didn’t look pregnant” he said, “then I’d like to know why the doctor says I’m 7 to 8 months along” she said. “There’s something you should know, your not gonna believe it, but I’ll tell you, at that time I was a demon, but I’m not anymore” he said. She gasped, “that’s why your eyes turned black when we were having sex” she said. “Yes” he said, Sam walked in the library and looked at Dean, he thought he was crying. “Dean what’s wrong” Sam said. “I’m taking to Y/n, she and I had sex when I was a demon and she’s pregnant and we need to help her” Dean said. “Of course we’ll help her Dean, anything she needs” Sam said. “Dean who’s that” she said, “my brother Sam” Dean said, “Sam, is Dean still a demon” she asked. “No he’s no longer a demon” Sam said, “I need help Dean, Sam I don’t know what is growing inside me, I’m scared” she said crying. Dean picked up the phone and took it off speaker, “Y/n, this is my baby too, I am going to help you every step of the way, Sam and I are going to come get you and we’re going figure everything out” Dean said. “Ok thank you” she said. Dean and Sam got in the car and drove straight to Y/n’s apartment, they got out and went to her door and knocked. She opened the door and both Dean and Sam looked right at her huge belly. Dean put his hand on her belly, then he wrapped his arms around her and said, “everything’s gonna be okay”.

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Title: The Sullivan Series: Changes
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Zoë Sullivan (OC), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Time period: beginning season 1
Warnings: swearing, violence, angst
Word Count: 2996 words

Ninth chapter of the Sullivan Series part one: Changes. What started as an ordinary shapeshifter case for huntress Zoë Sullivan, turns out to be much more complicated the moment the Winchester brothers get involved. A lot has happened since Dean last saw Zoë and both boys are eager to find out why she’s ended up hunting the supernatural, but her attitude and bitterness makes it almost impossible to work with her.

Author’s note: I’m sorry it’s taking me longer to post than I had anticipated, but motivation is a bit of an issue right how. However, I hope the people who read this enjoy it, let me know what you think. The Sullivan Series is my Supernatural-based fanfiction that I’ve been working on for years and years. If you are up for a series that is going to last long, this is a fic for you. Thank you to those who read this and reach out, it means a great deal to me!

Read previous parts here:
part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven -
part eight

Slowly Zoë regains consciousness and opens her eyes. Not that it makes much of a difference, she still can’t see a damn thing. The smell inside the moistly space she finds herself in is terrible, a mixture of rotten remains and sewer waste might come close. Disturbing, because she wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what is actually causing the smell. She rubs her face and moans, then pulls her hand back. Her fingers feel sticky, she recognizes the substance just by feeling it; it’s blood. Where is she and what the hell happened? She explores her surroundings with her hands and finds three walls and eventually prison bars; she’s trapped. Then she hears soft wailing in the distance.
“Anyone there?”, she asks out loud.
Shit, she curses to herself. Her question is answered by a child’s voice. Zoë realizes it’s probably one of Cliffer’s kids.
“Are you okay?”, Zoë asks friendly.
“No…”, she cries.

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