you really wanna know what happened? you really want me to say it? i got distracted by Todo-kun ok??? you should’ve seen how he looked during training today. jfc it’s not fair. how am i supposed to pay attention while sparring when he’s rIGHT THERE TAKING OFF HIS SHIRT AND THEN DRYING HIMSELF OFF WITH IT ALL WHILE SQUEEZING WATER FROM HIS WATTER BOTTLE INTO HIS MOUTH!??!?!? OFC I GOT PUNCHED IN THE FACE.
Todoroki Shouto (22:27)
Midoriya, was this message meant for someone else?
Ochaco Uraraka (22:30)
DEKU-KUN ARE YOU ALRIGHT?
I HEARD YOUR SCREAM FROM DOWN THE HALL.
I’M COMING OVER.
Iida Tenya (22:30)
Midoriya-kun is everything okay!!!
I thought I heard you scream!!
Should I come to your room!!!??
Tsuyu Asui (22:31)
are you okay Midoriya? was that you I heard? im in the common room if you need me?
Fumikage Tokoyami (22:32)
Just checking to see if you’re alright, I’m sure I was just imagining things, but I thought I heard you cry in agony as I was walking outside the dorm building. If you need me just txt.
Mina Ashido (22:33)
Yo, u ok??????????? :3c
Eijiro Kirishima (22:33)
Midoriya im comin to your room wit n ice pack!!!! i kno i said im sorry like a baghillion times but im really sorry ;A; pls forgive me!!!!
Katsuki Bakugo (22:33)
CAN U SHUT THE FUCK UP SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO STUDY
I blame @blvnk-art for this fic. I was thinking on it this morning, especially Hermione deciding to shave her head and my muse smiled on me, threw a gallon of glitter on my head, and voila! The story poured out.
Rated T for bad language, some lime innuendo (it’s very light and Ace safe) and adult situations.
Hermione slipped out of the bed she shared with Ron and
padded softly to the boy’s bathroom. She still felt grotty from yesterday, even
after a scalding hot bath for an hour. While lying in the bed with Ron, his arm
a comfort across her hip but sleep escaping her once again, she came to a
She closed the heavy door and picked up the brush she
brought with her out of the beaded bag that was her lifeline. Her hair, the one
thing on her that stayed when she wasted away, was officially a lost cause. She
dropped the brush into the sink and pulled back her hair, trying to talk
herself out of the decision made.
She had no logical argument to keep her hair, not when it
had grown nappy, knotted, kinked beyond any ability of magic or potions. Exhaustion
and pragmatic consideration made it an easy choice when she was standing in the
boy’s bathroom of Gryffindor tower and Harry’s razor sitting in front of
her. One casting from the wand she hated
with all of her soul sharpened the blade on the muggle safety razor and she
went to work, with the wand in her hand and then the razor in the other.
Summary: Annabelle Shaw (reader) trains at the Avengers compound. While remembering her troubled past, she injures herself and recieves help from the last person she expected.
Word Count: 2,246
Author’s Note: Hi everyone! So this is my first story on here, so bear with me! I am open to requests, so if anyone ever wants to request fics, feel free to message me! Thanks for reading!
Sunlight seeps through the curtains, filling the dark room with golden hues. My eyes open slowly, a low groan emanating from my throat as I roll over in the plush bed. I throw the sheets over my head, exhaling deeply as I settle back in contently.
“Good morning, Miss Shaw,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. croons. “It is six a.m. and Captain Rogers is awaiting your training session in the sparring room.”
“Ugh,” I drawl. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., tell Steve I’m not training today because I’m exhausted from the mission last night,” I mumble sleepily. “Goddamn old men and their early mornings.”
“As you wish.”
“Oh, and F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”
I smile and say, “Close the curtains and don’t wake me up unless it’s an emergency.”
“Of course, Miss Shaw.”
Just as my eyes flutter shut, a hand bangs on the door in quick succession. “Annabelle! Rise and shine!” Steve yells.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y., keep him out.”
“Yes, Miss Shaw.”
I turn over and sigh happily, knowing F.R.I.D.A.Y. would never go against my wishes. Steve continues to pound against the door, yelling about our training session, but I stay completely silent. I hear the AI say something to Steve, probably telling him I’ve restricted all contact with me to emergencies only. The incessant knocking stops and I’m finally at peace.
“Miss Shaw,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. says, confused, “I’m afraid Captain Rogers is overriding my security protocol. He will have access to you in approximately twenty seconds.”
With that, my eyes fly open and I begin to panic. “Shit,” I chant. Rushing around the room, I shuck off my pajamas and throw on a sports bra, tank top and capri spandex bottoms, knowing Steve will drag me out in whatever I’m in, regardless of how I look. Just as I’m throwing my hair into a high ponytail, the door whisks open and Steve barges in, a creased brow and shit-eating grin on his face.
“Annabelle, I told you what would happen if you did this again,” he boomed, advancing quickly.
My heart leaps to my throat. “Steve, I’m so tired from last night, please don’t do th-”
I’m cut off as the super-soldier tosses me over his shoulder, laughing gleefully as I yelp in surprise. “Too little too late, Shaw.”
His grip is completely constricting, forcing my hand. I plant a hard slap on his right butt cheek, which surprises him, causing him to squeal “shit!” and his hands to slightly falter. I take the opportunity to slip away and sprint down the hallway of the Avenger’s compound, heart pounding. He pursues me with heavy footfalls that resonate throughout the otherwise silent building, shouting empty threats at me while laughing.
I spin around and throw up the middle finger, chortling, only to slam into a solid, warm surface.
I topple over and slam into the floor, taking the body with me. We groan in unison and a flash of silver catches my eye. I stiffen and shoot up in panic. “Sorry, I didn’t see you th-”
He cuts you off with a growl, standing up slowly. “Watch where you’re going next time.” Bucky stalks away quietly, seething.
I turn to Steve and he laughs nervously, leading me to the sparring room.
After a long day of training, I fall onto my bed, completely wore down. Steve, ever so merciless and in excellent shape, always expected me to keep up with him when we trained together, which seemed like a stretch. When we sparred, I could knock him down and keep him down easily, but when it came to physical endurance and strength training, it seemed like the super-soldier enjoyed pushing me past my breaking point every day. Every session introduced a new form of torture that reigned hell on my body, and every night prolonged my misery with every single movement.
We frequently came across the others training for missions, but had never once seen Bucky in the training rooms. I didn’t know if that was because he didn’t need training, or if he just didn’t care enough to make an effort, but it annoyed the hell out of me every day because of how effortless he made missions seem. There I always was, busting my ass, and he would simply throw people into walls with his metal arm with what seemed like little to no effort. It infuriated me.
There is a mission tonight that Steve, Sam, Natasha, and Wanda had to go on, leaving me, Bucky, and Tony at the compound. After the falling out of the Avengers about a year and a half ago, the Sokovia Accords had been abolished, leaving the group to have free reign with the supervision of the World Security Council. Amnesty was granted to Steve, Sam, Clint, Wanda, and Scott, so they returned to the States. Tony, having realized what a dick he had been, formally apologized to everyone for his behavior and overall jackassery during their “civil war.” Since then, everything has been running smoothly, with most of the team back at the compound. Clint and Scott returned to their families, T’Challa remained in Wakanda to serve his duty as both king and Black Panther warrior, Banner’s been MIA since the battle for Sokovia, and Tony spends most of his time in New York and Queens to keep an eye on the new kid, Peter, and help Rhodey adjust to life. I’d never met the Spider-Man himself, but from what Sam and Steve’s told me, he seems like an overzealous teenager who’s eager to please, like I was.
I head to the gym, F.R.I.D.A.Y. playing my workout playlist through the PA system. I twirl a knife in my hand, slightly dancing to the rhythm while walking down the corridor. Once I reach the gym, I ditch my knife on a table in exchange for tape and head for a punching bag, carefully wrapping my knuckles as I go. Clenching my fist, I roll my neck to loosen up before striking the sand-filled bag. I smile, savoring the sweet sting from the punch, and throw three more in quick succession. After I’m warmed up, I begin to throw punches and kicks like Steve taught me, exerting all of the strength I could muster.
Startling awake, I gasp for breath, fighting against the restraints. The metal table is cold beneath me, save for the small pools of blood that seeped through the fabric of my shirt. I glance down at my exposed midriff, crying out at the pain of the gunshot wounds. I scream in agony, concentrating on the lodged bullets, and pull the fragments out. This is what they want. They want to see you break, to unleash your power, and you finally did. As soon as the bullets land on the floor, a team of doctors rush in, grinning like they’d won the lottery. I scream, light bulbs shattering above and the table shaking with every breath I take.
“Yes,” they say, one amorphous, sinister voice. “Now we can begin.”
I lose track of how long I spend at the bag, so when I see blood seeping through the white tape encasing my tender knuckles, I slow to a stop. My tank top is completely soaked through, so I discard it on the floor, leaving me in my sports bra and yoga capris. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., stop the music please.” I carefully unwrap my hands, wincing at the agonizing burn of split knuckles. I walk to the table and grab a knife to sever the cage of white engulfing my scarlet fingers. Once the tape is gone and my knuckles can bleed freely, I sit against a wall, clutching my head in my hands, struggling to control the erratic heaves of my chest.
A noise from the door startles me out of my stupor and my guard is up immediately. Without looking, I stand and hurl the knife to the frame of the door, the glinting metal striking its mark inches from the intruder’s head.
“Shit,” Bucky breathes. “It’s just me.”
Exhaling shakily, I shake my head and scoff. “What, need to train?”
“Uh, yeah,” he says, stepping into the room. He glances around curiously, as if experiencing it for the first time. I scoff again, concluding that this actually is his first time here. Bucky isn’t one to initiate conversation, and neither am I, so I put him out of my mind as I grab a towel to wipe my hands. Biting my lip to conceal my pain from my metal-armed spectator, I gently dab my knuckles, blood soaking into the towel quickly. The whimper I mistakenly let out results in Bucky coming over to me in a flash, slowly circling his fingers, flesh and metal, around my wrists. I avoid his eyes shamefully, frowning. What is he doing?
“Come with me,” he says. He grazes his metal fingers up my arm and down my back in one swift motion, goosebumps raising in their wake. My breathing falters for a second, barely a hitch, but he notices. He hides his grin by pretending to scratch his scruff-covered jaw. I try not to stare when Bucky runs his fingers through his hair, holding back his smile. He splays his cool fingers on the small of my back, gently leading me out of the gym.
The only thing I can concentrate on is his hand on my skin. The smooth and cool surface of the metal tingles on the sweaty, exposed surface. While he’s touching me, my body is suddenly hyperaware of every move he makes, so I can feel when he adjusts his arm slightly to curl his fingers around my waist nonchalantly. I try not to gasp when he tugs me into his room and slams the door behind him.
He shakes his head and smiles softly. “I just want to help clean you up,” he says quietly. My heart practically slams out of my chest as he takes in my shocked expression and grins boyishly, dimples forming in his cheeks. “C’mon B.”
“B?” I question. He takes me to his en-suite and lifts me onto the vanity, which makes me squeak in surprise. Who the hell is this guy?
He smiles, and again I’m transported to another place. I’ve never seen him smile so often and so freely. It’s confusing. “Just thought I’d try it out. Everyone calls you a cute nickname, and I thought I would try out B.”
Bucky digs around a drawer, fishing out antibacterial cream, gauze, and medical tape. His hair falls into his face as he washes my knuckles with warm water and soap tenderly. I study him: his sharp, strong jawline; his strong cheekbones; his long lashes lightly dusting his cheeks when he blinks; the soft curve of his plump lips and how he bites the lower one in concentration; his broad shoulders and bulging biceps straining against his plain black shirt; his everything.
“Why B? What does it stand for? Bells?”
He pauses, holding my cut hands. Blush dusts his cheeks and he looks up at me with the same heart-stopping, boyish grin he gave me earlier. “No.”
I crease my eyebrows. “What then?”
My heart hammers in my chest. What? He places my hands in my lap, stepping between my parted legs. “Bucky, what-”
“Shh, just let me, let me try something.” He leans in closer, firmly gripping my hips, pulling me closer to him. I squeak in surprise, my whole body burning with an emotion I can’t decipher. We are so close, closer than I’ve been with anyone in a while. I feel like I can’t breathe, but in the best possible way, when he leans in, brushing his lips against mine. I gasp and he sucks in a breath through his nose. Everything is tingling and nothing feels real, but the warm pressure of his hands on my hips reminds me that this is reality. Bucky pulls me impossibly closer, fully pressing his lips against mine. I sigh, my heart pounding with excitement, and bring him closer to me by holding his face in my shaking hands. I can feel the pulse on his neck, whimpering when it’s as fast and hard as mine. He groans and deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth, much to my surprise. He feels and tastes amazing, like the peppermint gum he always chews. His body is solid and warm between my parted thighs, and my mind is buzzing.
Time ceases to exist when his lips are on mine, and everything feels like a dream. After what feels like a blissful eternity yet only a second, I reluctantly break the connection, breathing hard and fast like the beautiful man in front of me. He lays his forehead on mine, struggling to catch his breath. I laugh nervously and lace our fingers together, leaning against the wall behind me.
“What was that?” I ask breathlessly. He grins.
“Can’t stop thinking about those lips,” he tells me. I blush scarlet, which makes him laugh. He finishes bandaging my hands and I feel helpless against the assault of light kisses he gives each knuckle once it’s cleaned and wrapped.
Once he’s finished, he pulls me off the counter and leads me back to the gym. I stare at him, still giddy, and ask, “What are we doing?”
He grabs a handful of knives off of the table and turns to you, grinning. “I want you to teach me how to throw knives.”
I blanch. “Are you kidding me? You don’t know how to throw a knife?”
He shrugs. “I do. I just want you to teach me how you throw knives. I see you playing with one all the time.”
My eyes widen in shock and yet again, I blush. “You watch me?”
His metal arm glints in the sun as he scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “Um, yeah. For a while now.”
I can’t hide the smile that lights up my face; much to my displeasure, I also can’t hide the girly giggle that escapes. “What else do you think about?”
He drops the knives and rushes to me, grabbing me by the thighs and hoisting me up. I squeal, which seems to be a recurring, annoying sound I make, and wrap my arms around his neck. He traces my lips with a finger, looks up at me with a soft smile and bright eyes before saying, “Trust me, babydoll, this is only the beginning.”
Does anyone else ever have the experience where your daydreams are, like…… off if you’re not in the right place? For me, my daydreams are always the best and most enthralling when I’m at home. When I’m at my dorm, though, they almost feel wrong. I don’t even know if I’m making any sense I need to go to sleep now omg
Doesn’t seem to be many people online tonight so I’ll post a shorter story for this time.
“Alex! Alex, help!”
A loud and desperate scream startled me as I stepped through the back door from my smoke break. Before I could find out the source of the scream, however, something else caught my attention instead.
Beyond the large window pane separating myself from the main labs laid a world of utter chaos. Mangled and mutilated bodies were strewn all over the labs. Delicate equipment and machinery were toppled off the tables and their stands. Files and documents were scattered across the entire area. Blood puddles pooled on the floor, while crimson handprints smeared across the once pristine lab walls.
I stood frozen, shocked and numb with disbelief at the disarray before my eyes.
“Alex, please! Open the door!”
One of the bodies, the one lying nearest to the window pane, gestured weakly towards me. Although caked in blood and missing a leg, I could tell that the body belonged to that of Charles Livingstone, one of the head researchers.
He raised up a mangled hand. I realised with a jolt of shock that two of his fingers had been chewed off.
“Charles, what the fuck?” I gaped. “What happened?”
Charles sobbed in agony. “One of the subjects got out. It killed everyone!”
Well you’re alive so not everyone, I thought, but decided against saying my thoughts out loud.
“Alex, you gotta open the door and help me out. I can hear it coming back!” Charles pleaded. He was a sorry sight, his frail and desperate figure a drastic difference from the once strapping, confident researcher we had all come to know. His good looks and abundance of charisma was one of the key reasons that the lab had gotten the green light and financial aid to go ahead with its research.
I put my ears to the door and listened intently. I could indeed hear the faint sounds of thumping footsteps, accompanied by snorts and snarls. The subject seemed to be getting closer.
Charles let out a cry of agony, “hurry!”
“Fucking hell,” panicked and stressed, I quickly patted my pockets and pulled out its contents. Phone, wallet, coins, but no key card. My heart pounded loudly in my ears as I turned all my pockets inside out, but to no avail. My key card to the main labs was missing.
“I can’t find my card!” I cried desperately. “Use yours!”
“It’s missing,” Charles groaned, fresh tears streaking down the crusted blood on his face. “Please, you have to help!” His voice grew shrill as we watched the large shadow of the escaped subject emerge into the room.
“I,” I stammered, backing away, horrified. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what –“
My legs crumpled below me as I watched the subject, its fur coated with fresh blood and guts, pounce onto the screaming and thrashing figure of Charles Livingstone. His mangled arms flailed wildly as he tried to push the subject off. But alas, his research had worked all too well, and the resulting subject was just too strong, too intelligent, too bloodthirsty to be thwarted by the efforts of the dying researcher.
Eventually Charles grew silent, and the subject, finally aware of my presence across the window glass, turned towards me. I felt a nauseating wave of fear wash over me as I stared into its bloodshot eyes, wild with fury and bloodlust. Its fangs dripped with blood, pooling into small puddles beneath it. A forked tongue slithered out from between its teeth.
I needed no further motivation to leave. Scrambling to my feet, I burst through the back door and sprinted towards my car.
Thankfully, I had the foresight to keep my engine running, saving me any unnecessary trouble and stress.
“Shit!” I swore, as I flung myself into the driver’s seat. In my state of complete panic, I’d forgotten about the stack of key cards that I’d swiped from all the researchers in the main labs. The key cards clattered noisily in my car as I pumped the accelerator, burning rubber as I peeled out of the parking lot.
As I sped away, I felt a wry smile grow on my face. The operation had turned out to be more successful than expected. The CCTV footage of my genuine fear and horror upon encountering the subject would prove useful in the investigations guaranteed to follow after the authorities arrive at the labs. My status as the lab security guard would also prove helpful in explaining why I had been lurking about in the researcher’s locker room earlier in the day. And it’d been a laughably simple matter of figuring out the passcode for the subject’s containment cage. Charles Livingstone was so proud of his research success and so keen to boast about the subject, that he had been oblivious to my prying queries.
My grin grew wider as I watched the lab disappear in my rear-view mirror.
One thing that I absolutely hate about maladaptive daydreaming is that my whole world is based on an existing work, and it receives a lot of fanarts/fanfics. And it’s not rare to someone to create something similar to what I am daydreaming or daydreamed at some point. It makes me feel so angry and sad because I feel like people are taking from me something that is part of my identity. It feels like I’m being exposed and people will be able to tell their opinions about “my” idea and another person is going to take all the credits for my world. That’s childish and frustrating tbh
It was just another quiet and rainy day for London. Shawn had just finished two concerts in Europe, and today was his day off. Of course on a cold and rainy day like this there wasn’t much to do outside. So, he stayed inside the tour bus, with a guitar in hand, trying to figure out some new melodies for his next album.
Thankfully he wasn’t alone. Geoff was with him trying to help him figure out the lyrics, while his girlfriend was at the table finishing up her final paper for the semester. As for his best friend Brian, he was completely bored out of his mind that no amount of filming crazy snapchat videos could suffice the boredom. That was until he suggested a simple yet deadly game to you three. A game that could break all friendships and relationship. A game that goes by the name UNO.
Request by @green-spotlight: Can you do a Peter Parker x Reader one? They are soulmates and partners in crime. She has superpowers, like… can control the weather or something. They were in that scene of Spiderman: Homecoming where the building fell on top of Peter, but this time, it’s not Peter but on the reader, and Peter can’t get her out and everything is crumbling (good ending tho).
Pairing: Peter x Reader
A/N: I really loved this prompt! Since this is an AU a lot of things go differently that night and the homecoming is never really mentioned and neither is Liz. I hope you guys enjoy this little one shot. I’m hoping that I finish Part Four of Fly Away by tonight, but if I don’t it will be out tomorrow. (Also, sorry if the title is bad. I’ve always been bad at them.)
Peter and I found each other by accident. And when I say accident I don’t mean we crashed into each other on the street and we could suddenly see the colors of the world, glistening in all their glory. I didn’t trip on his foot only to be consequently caught by him. No. Our meeting was far, far more problematic because Spider-Man, or Peter Parker as he would begrudgingly come to tell me, saved my life and I could see color. I could see hundreds and thousands of different shades all in an instant and only when we stopped did he look at me, and I knew I had found my way home.
Guys isn’t NCT also invited to Gayo Daejun?What if Hansol meets them or bumps into Yuta and they get eye-contact in slow-motion and they get flashback from their memories together from SM rookies days and just start to smile at each other and laugh softly together and take a selca together if you’re quiet enough you can already hear me crying in agony from colombia i know i wanted Hansol to meet NCT but what if i actually die it was a joke please i take it back i can’t handle this many feelings
Plot: Reader has been in a car accident and just woke up from a coma. She’s in a stable condition and is okay. Dan not so much.
I open my eyes to a hospital room and I look down to see me in a gown. My vision is foggy and a nurse suddenly comes into my view and then a larger and taller figure. It’s Dan. Oh my gosh, Dan, he’s here.
His hair is messy like he’s been runny his fingers through it, and demeanor solemn.
My face begins to focus on his slightly puffed eyes, as nurse says, “I’m glad you’re awake y/n. I will let the doctor know and give you two some privacy,” before scurrying away. I groan a little trying to make myself move a bit and look at Dan as he nods thanking the the nurse.
Instantly, Dan runs over the left side of the bed. He wants to grab my hand but I can tell is fearful of hurting me, so I extend my hand to him and he accepts.
“What happened to me?” I ask as Dan just shakes his head sadly sighing.
“You got hit by a car, your body panicked from shock so you fainted,” Dan’s voice faltered, “…then you went into a coma.”
As Dan spoke, it all slowly came back to me. I saw the crossing light go and began to walk. All of the sudden everything jolted in my entire view, my body struck and brain slowed the moment. The road and loud noises that soon followed with internal pain. I remember feeling like I was smacked brutally as tears ran down my face, before everything faded. I could just barely think but it hurt to, because I couldn’t do anythin, except lie there as my control evaporated. I do remember silently crying in agony of physical discomfort but also of not getting to say goodbye. Goodbye to the thought of living and goodbye to the ones I held dearest, especially Dan. To not see him ever again, but now here he was above me, taking the hair out of my face. It took all the suffering away and now I was ecstatic.
He told me somehow in a great twist of fate, I left that car accident with no physical trace of harm other than a couple of bruises. Now I was alive and I had Dan. I didn’t even want to waste my time on being distraught, just be in comfort or be the comfort for the person I loved more than anything in the world. But these thoughts in my head Dan couldn’t hear, as he dropped to my side. His legs fell to the floor, was he was bent on his knees. I saw his body and it was weak, his mind had been filled with me dying.
“y/n… I didn’t know if you were going to make it.” Dan’s voice shook as he eyes trembled with teary eyes. “I thought I lost you forever. I thought you were going to die—-” His voice now squeaked out and broke at the utter of death.
My heart ached for him and my heart ached for the peace of mind we had before.
“Hey hey hey, hey. It’s over. I’m okay.” I speak slowly and try to tell him soothingly. But Dan’s once lively face was now filled with sadness while he hid his head into my chest, weeping. I gulp in wonder of what he’d gone through in the last day. I desperately craved to soothe him with kisses and hug him like I normally would be able to. But I was still in hospital bed, so I had to hold him with my voice. He was broken and hollowing, lacking the things that made Dan.
Wanting to cry myself, I let some tears out, taking some shaky breaths before I try to reassure him, “Baby, it’s alright. Shhh, shhh, Dan…” I bring his face closer, putting my hands on his flushed face.
“I—” Dan couldn’t even articulate nor continue his sentence in a such distressed state. It broke my heart that he was suffered so much. Heartbreak was written all over him and I just felt awful for breaking him like that.
“I know.” I mumble in his ear shushing his worries. Taking my hand, I stroke his soft hair up and down as he holds me. He was so broken and hollow, lacking the things that made Dan, Dan. Wanting to cry myself, I let some tears out, taking some shaky breaths before I try to reassure him cupping his cheeks with my hands,
“Baby, baby…” I try looking at him but he just ducks looking down.
“I’m okay.” I choke out, however seeing Dan cry harder made to extremely difficult to continue. But I did, I had to for his sake.
My voice broke as I hold Dan’s head closer to my chest and pull him to my ear and whisper, “Look Dan, it’s all over now,” I try to show him. “I promise.”
I say clearly biting my lip, with my shaky voice, “I’m alright.’
Dan hung his head in my arms, “I’m sorry. So sorry. You’re the one who was in a coma from a car accident, yet I’m the one crying as you’re trying to console me.” Dan said quietly as he crawled into my bed with the doctor’s permission.
I shook my head hushing him while murmuring numerous I love yous in his ear. I was just in a car accident with an unconscious pain I was oblivious to due to a coma. I didn’t feel anything other than some light unease while Dan probably went through hell. Sometimes being unconscious is easier than being conscious. Dan was currently a prime example of this. I might have been the one in an accident, but he was the one who needed the comforting. However, the one only thing we both needed was each other.
“Look, I don’t want to dwell on it anymore. I’m here now and I’m in a state of overwhelming happiness that I’m here with you. So Dan please…” I say all choked up trying to put on strong face, begging him as his eyes just stare into mine.
“Of course,” Dan softly kissed my cheek. His voice still sounded a bit unclear, so I whispered carefully and slowly,“ I’m safe.”
I look into his eyes, as indicating my safety to alienate all of his nerves away. It seemed to work. His sudden tenseness and guard was brought down and he looked at me with relief. He just wanted to know that I was safe, that I was well and somehow that meant the world to me. I was safe, in his arms and love.
While we lie together cuddling, Dan turns over to me and says, “Don’t ever freaking scare me like that and nearly die again.” He says playfully with a bittersweet smile and
I grin with slight sad chuckle.
Dan continues on moving my hair out of my face, softly grazing my skin with his finger.
“I don’t ever want to live without you y/n.”
“You won’t have to.” I respond confidently by kissing him on the lips, “I love you Dan Howell.
Dan takes my head gently and kisses the top of my forehead while as I lie on his beside his chest.
“I love you more.” He tells me as I sleepily yawn.
Usually I would revolt but my body is far too tired, so sarcastically while internally rolling my eyes I mumble, “Mhhhhmm.”
Dan kindly smiles at my sleepy self, and seems delighted I didn’t retaliate that I love him more. He’s now somewhat relaxed and relieved, finally seeming to be calming down after my stability is confirmed.
“Sleep well angel.” Dan whispers in my ears, nipping it a little and I sleepily giggle like a little girl. Dan tucks me in once more and prepares to rest himself. He wraps his arm around me as I go into slumber, with Dan by my side both of us finally at peace.
Why is it so cold out here? Why does my bed feel so cold? Wait, this doesn’t feel like my bed. I’m not in my bed. It feels like I’m on the cold, hard ground. What is happening?
I hear something. Someone… Someone is talking. What are they talking about? Are they talking about me? I see figures floating in a distance. Who are these people? Are they even real? Maybe I’m just dreaming. I’m dreaming. I’ll wake up soon.
Then I see a head floating in front of me. Looking at me. He’s saying something I can’t make out. His face is blurry. I only see his hair, his mint green hair. Such a pretty color. Who is he?
I hear a loud “THUD!” Like when something hard hits the human flesh or Like when someone gets punched really badly and then a loud scream! Someone was crying out in agony. And that’s when I realized, this isn’t a dream. I’m on the cold hard ground. I’m still in the playground where Yungjae tried to chock the life out of me. I opened my eyes slowly and tried to move my neck a bit but everything hurt like hell. I tried to move a little but then suddenly, there was a hand waving in front of me.
“Oh look who’s awake!” someone said in a shrilled pitch. “Wakey wakey precious” the person said again this time in a very joyful manner.
I looked up and saw a man standing in front of me. He had a big smile. Almost too big for his face. Though it was a pretty smile. But it wasn’t the beautiful smile that caught my attention. It was the blood. On his hands, the hand he was waving in front of me 2 seconds ago was smeared with blood. Not his blood. He had blood on his knuckles too.
The man looked at me again, still wearing his pretty smile “You woke up on the right time! I wouldn’t want you to miss the show” He said while pointing somewhere. I followed his finger and saw what was happening.
They were 3 men. One was tightly gripping Yungjae’s hair from the back. Another one standing in front of him. He had an aluminum baseball bat in his hand. And the third one, the third one was standing a little far away from them. both His hands tucked nicely inside his coats pocket. He was the one with the pretty green hair. He was staring at Yungjae with a strange bored look on his face. And Yungjae, He was crying and pleading. His face was a bloody mess. His one hand looked limp. It looked broken. His jacket, the expensive one, the one which was more important than my pathetic life was on the ground ripped to shreds. And I wondered, is this some kind of revenge they’re taking for ‘me’? Are they really looking out for me? I didn’t understand why they were doing this to Yungjae. To me, these people didn’t look like the “savior” type.
And then The green haired man said something to the man with the baseball bat, the man smirked a little before moving the bat up to his shoulder and bringing it down to Yungjae’s stomach with so much strength Yungjae fell to the ground. He was coughing up blood now and I gasped audibly.
The one with the green hair was now looking directly at me. His head tilted a little as he kept gazing at me from a distance. He had no expressions on his face so it was hard to tell what he was thinking. The man kept staring at me for a while and then broke the gaze and looked at the man standing beside me, the smiling one. Then he looked at me again. The smiling man looked down on me only this time he wasn’t smiling. I started to back paddle and the man started walking towards me. “Boss is calling you precious!”
In a blink of an eye his hand was grabbing the back of my neck tightly as he made me stand up and dragged me towards the green haired man. Maybe it was just instincts, I started to scream and claw at his hands. I shook my head furiously to wriggle free from his grip but his grip just got tighter. “This one is wild. I guess Jiminie was right after all!” said the man before throwing me on the ground towards the green haired man. ‘Jiminie’ that name sounded so familiar. I was beside the bruised and beaten Yungjae now. I looked at him and kept thinking “are they gonna do this to me too?”
a hand gripped my arm tightly and pulled me up. I was face to face with the Green haired one.
I stood there with my head held high. I decided to be brave just for once, I thought if I showed a little courage maybe they’ll let me off easily or just kill me directly. I won’t have to suffer like Yungjae. So I stood there and stared directly at him . i knew even if I die today I won’t go crying and pleading for my life.
After staring intently at me for some time, the one with the green hair finally spoke .
“What’s your name?” He asked with his head tilting a bit. He still had that look, the disinterested look, the one that clearly said he didn’t give two shits about your life.
“Y/N” I told him without any hitch.
“What’s your relation to him?” He asked while pointing at the half conscious Yungjae beside me. I turned to my right and saw him writhing in pain. I wanted to feel sorry for him but then I remembered he’s the reason why I’m here. He deserves it.
“He asked me out on a date” I said turning to look at man again.
“Date?” the man said with a very condescending smirk. Why was he smiling like that? “What’s so funny about it? It was just a date” I blurted . And instantly regretted it when his smile disappeared and his facial expression changed into a scowl.
I started apologizing “I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“and before I could finish I heard a ‘click’ and there it was.
Pointed Right between my eyes.
A little pressure on the finger and I would be gone forever. No trace of me will ever be found. Maybe they’ll throw me in some river with Yungjae. if they’re kind enough they would choose to bury me somewhere. I wasn’t scared of death. But scared of the fact that nobody will ever know anything about what happened to me and nobody would care. So I stood there without flinching even a muscle. Waiting for my end .So this is how I die I thought..
But to my surprise he removed the gun from my face and smiled a little. It wasn’t the condescending smirk he had given me earlier but a real smile.
“You’re brave. But you know what they say..” He said while placing the gun back in his coat pocket. “Brave gets you killed” and with that he turned towards Yungjae.
“I wanted my money back. Instead you brought me ‘her’. I shouldn’t even think twice before putting a bullet in your thick skull”
“Please yoongi.. I don’t have any money..That’s why I brought her–”
“And what the fuck am I supposed to do with her” I could tell from his tone he was angry. It didn’t show on his face but I could tell.
“Whatever the fuck you want” Yungjae said with a bloody grin. I wanted kick that ugly grin of his face.
So that was his plan all along. He was in debt so he tried to sell me to this gang. And I was stupid enough to fall for the whole date thing.
Yoongi crouched down in front of Youngjae and talked to him:
“You really don’t have any money, do you? “He asked Yungjae while fixing his shirts collar.
“I don’t have shit Yoongi. Please” He pleaded again.
“Where did you spend all that money and don’t lie to me?” he was staring at Yungjae with a very empathetic look. Like he almost felt bad for him.
“I .. I gambled it. It was drugs and girls.” Yungjae looked like he was about to cry now. “So you lied to us when you said you needed money for your mothers medical bill”
“Yoongi.. I” he was cut off by Yoongi again
“And you lied to us when you said you wanted money for rent. That was all bullcrap! Instead you brought yourself shit load of expensive clothes.” Yoongi pointed at the shredded jacket lying there while still staring at Yungjae.
Yungjae didn’t say anything this time.
“And you thought you could get away with it so easily..”
And then Yoongi got up and put his hands back in his pocket again. And sighed a little. “You lied to us and you wasted my whole day..” Yoongi said tiredly.
“Please yoongi.. give me a little time. I’ll make it up to you.I promise.” Yungjae pleaded in a broken tone. Like he would cry any minute now.
Yoongi gave out a long ‘sigh’ this time and closed his eyes and for a moment I thought he was really going give Yungjae one last chance. That maybe we’ll both get to go home and I could forget everything that happened here on this night..maybe, i they’ll let me go home and this nightmare would end.
But then Yoongi opened his eyes and said only one word
Before taking out his gun and shooting Yungjae right between his eyes. A loud ‘BOOM!’ And His lifeless body fell on my feet. For half a second I couldn’t contemplate what had just happened. There was a hollow ringing in my ears. I Looked down and his eyes were wide open and single bullet wound between his brows. Blood was everywhere. My shoes started to get soaked with blood. the ground started to move so fast beneath my feet and i fell backwards and landed on my behind wanted to scream but nothing came out. I started gagging but nothing came out since I hadn’t eaten anything. I wanted something to happen. I wanted the world to stop spinning. I wanted the ‘ringing’ noise in my ears to stop. But truly in that moment I just truly wanted to ‘die’.
~ “What should we do with her?” I heard the smiling man ask Yoongi. “Should we kill her?” the man said again while cleaning the blood off his hands. “That Yungjae gave her to us as a payment.. So we’ll take her as a payment” Yoongi said without even looking at me. “What are we going to do with her anyways?We don’t deal in that kind trafficking business. Anyways, Look at her. She’s useless! Just put an end to her misery..” smiling man said. For once I agreed with whatever he was saying.
Please kill me.
“Now you’re going to decide what we should and shouldn’t do? You’re a henchman Hoseok. Don’t try to be more than that-” Yoongi said as he walked past ‘Hoseok’.
Name or no name they all looked like monsters to me.
Just before leaving Yoongi turned around and said “Get rid of that body and tell jimin to call someone to clean all that blood off. We don’t want kids to see all that shit tomorrow ” with that he left.
And again I was lifted off by my arm and dragged by the one called Hoseok. Somewhere. I didn’t know where. I didn’t care. Turns out it was the dim alley he was taking me to. Maybe he was taking me home. Just maybe.
He took me to the place where I had seen that ‘Jimin’ guy the first time, to the place where Yungjae had told me to wait. To the place where it had all started.
I remembered all that as he shoved me in the back seat of the black Toyota.
Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean, Nick (OMC) Word count: 1126 Warnings: A little witchcraft, a little fluff. And smut. Shameless smut. (To be specific, the following kinks are highlighted: bondage, blindfolds, pain play, breast play. Don’t play in the rain if you don’t have proper protection, kiddies! Also, safe, sane, and consensual play is awesome.) Challenge: This was written for @mamaredd123 and @atc74‘s Fabulous 300 Challenge. Apologies for the late entry, but thank you so much for your patience!
A/N: Hello hello! So my prompts for this challenge were “a talisman”, the emotion of Lust, and Queen’s “I Want It All”. I’m fascinated with dream catchers, which are shamanic talismans within Native American culture. Yes, they’re known for catching bad dreams…but what if they were woven with additional intent? That idea is what inspired what you’re about to read. Hope you enjoy it.
Anonymous said:Can i request one where joker and reader have been fighting and he abuses her and the reader just had enough so she tells him, “either you just let me leave or please, please just kill me i can’t take this anymore.” and the joker realizes all his mistakes and he’s so torn that she’d rather die than be with him SORRYYY I KNOW THIS IS LONG BUT I JUST THOUGHT YOU WERE THE BEST WRITER TO ASKKKK 😅😅💕💕💕
/Aw you’re so sweet. Thanks for requesting, I really hope you like it! :)
Once again I found myself in a very uncomfortable situation with my boyfriend Joker, or as I simply called him J. Tears were trying hard to come out of my E/C eyes, but I really fought against them. We were in the bedroom, fighting over a mission that nearly failed because of me. Of course, me, because I’m the worst according to him.
‘’I’m sorry J! But we still managed to get through it well. Nothing bad happened!’’ I defended myself and started to feel very stressed. His green hair was a mess and he was obviously fucking angry at me. ‘’Yeah but little do you know Y/N that you nearly got Frost killed!’’ He growled loudly and then grabbed a lamp from the nightstand, smashing it against the wall like it was nothing. He was really losing it this time.
‘’I didn’t mean to..’’ I stated more quietly than him. His head snapped to look at me and he walked over with heavy steps. ‘’You didn’t mean to do it? Well damn it Y/N I don’t give a fuck whether you meant it or not. I thought you were a better criminal!’’ He spat right into my face and made me back away. Then I was against the wall, just hoping that he’d calm down.
‘’Sorry J, but I don’t want to keep talking about this. No one got hurt, okay?’’ I sighed, hoping that my words could speak some sense into his head. But it did the opposite. I flinched as both of his arms hit the wall on both sides of my head, only centimeters away from hitting me. ‘’Don’t talk to me like that’’ He hissed and started to breathe heavily.
His right hand moved from the wall to my body, holding onto my jaw tightly so it hurt. ‘’J p-please let go’’ I whispered, being forced to stand on my feet so it wouldn’t hurt so much. He looked at me darkly and I felt his anger in the air -so tense and anxious. ‘’Hmm.. does it hurt?’’ He fake pouted in a mocking way. A silent tear rolled down my face, nearly making the rest spill. Then he clenched his jaw angrily and pushed me on the floor harshly.
A scream left my lips because it startled me and I hit the floor with a hard impact. I landed on my side and my neck snapped a little, making the muscle hurt. ‘’You can’t come on the next mission’’ he said bluntly and stepped closer to me. His legs were on both of my sides and he looked down with hate. Sadness washed over my body and then I started crying. ‘’Please J! I w-won’t do it again’’ I promised and tried hard to swallow my tears.
He reached down for my hair and pulled me up on my feet. It hurt like hell! ‘’Stop it!’’ I screeched out in pain and started sobbing. He just pushed me against the wall again, making air escape my lungs from another hard impact. ‘’You can’t come and that’s the end of that story! You’re already crying you weak ass bitch!’’ He spat loudly and slapped me. My cheek stung from his hit and I was completely shocked. He had never treated me like this, not this bad. Yes we had fought and he might have pushed me and held my arm tightly, but nothing like this.
My body was trembling and I felt devastated. I gave my entire life to him only to be treated this way. It was depressing to think about. ‘’Either you just let me leave or please, please just kill me i can’t take this anymore.’’ I whimpered and let the tears ruin my make-up. My arm hurt from him holding it so tightly, but as I said those words, his grip loosened and it wasn’t so harsh anymore.
Fear had taken over me and I was too scared to face him. I just kept my face this way, looking away from him because I was scared. ‘’What?’’ He breathed out and let go of me completely. Very slowly and nervously I tilted my head so I could face him. He didn’t look so angry anymore. He seemed shocked, shocked that I said that.
‘’You heard me! I..I have nothing else to live for J. If you really hate me just kill me already. Or leave me, leave me to die alone somewhere’’ I pleaded between tears. My heart was shattering in my chest. I, Y/N the queen of Gotham was nothing without him. ‘’Do it! I know you want to s-since I’m so useless..’’ I cried out weakly. ‘’No’’ He told me sternly and cupped my face. I winced in pain because my cheek was sore. He noticed immediately and his touch got more gentle.
‘’I’m sorry..I didn’t mean to..Y/N’’ He seemed to come to his senses. It was too much. I reached out for his gun that was on the nightstand and then pushed it against his chest. ‘’Take it! I know you want to’’ I whimpered and bit my lips so I wouldn’t start crying out loud. Then I looked deep into his eyes in agony. J grabbed the gun so it wouldn’t fall on the floor because I let go.
‘’I won’t shoot you’’ He declared and threw the gun on the bed. Fine. I wiggled away from his touch and headed out of the bedroom. But of course he never let me. J grabbed my hand and pulled me back. ‘’What?’’ I groaned and tried to say something more, but he pressed his red lips against mine. It took me by surprise, but it was easily better than being hit. He pulled back and wrapped his arms around me. ‘’J just quit it, I know you hate me-’’
‘’Shut up please..’’ He begged while hugging me. I gave up fighting against him and completely broke down into his arms. I hid my face into his chest and the tears stained his shirt. He was rubbing my back softly as I cried against him, letting everything out in the form of tears. J was quiet and I bet he was speechless. He was never good with words.
The crying and being abused like that made my head ache and I groaned. ‘’It hurts..’’ I whispered quietly. ‘’I’m sorry’’ He apologized and sounded guilty. That was special for him, guilt. He was never guilty. ‘’I know I’m not a perfect lover’’ He said a little sadly and then looked at my face. He was kinda dull. There wasn’t any kind of an expression on his face. Just blankness and a tiny hint of pain in his icy blue eyes.
‘’But please don’t leave..’’ He begged and softly played with a strand of my hair. I sighed and shut my eyes, trying to focus. J picked me up in his strong arms and I grew a little tense.
‘’Relax, I won’t hurt you anymore’’ He explained and started walking. I stayed quiet and let him take me away from the bedroom. A little later we were in the master bathroom where we had a big bathtub. He placed me on my feet and then started to fill the tub. As it got filled, he undressed me quietly. I just stood there, letting him take off my clothes.
That’s when his blank expression turned a little sadder. He looked at my skin covered in bruises and I knew it bothered him. ‘’I’m so sorry’’ He whispered and traced his fingers over some of the bruises just to see if it was real. He really wished it was an illusion, but no. He sighed and then walked away behind me. I watched as he grabbed a bottle of rose soap and put it into the warm water where it foamed.
‘’Get in babe’’ He told me while undressing himself. I just stepped into the big bathtub and sat in the corner. The warm water felt good and it actually relaxed me with the sweet smell of roses. A minute later J joined me in the bath, wrapping one arm around me. ‘’Let me make it up to you doll..I don’t want to hurt you anymore’’ He explained while gently touching my hips underwater.
‘’I know I’m a dickhead, kinda cruel and everything. But you’re the one person I truly care about, both at work and outside work. I don’t know how, but you made me change. I don’t want to treat you like others princess. You’re the only one I have’’ He broke the silence after a few minutes. Those words from a person like him was very special and it made my heart flutter in my chest. I sighed and put my hand on his toned chest and leaned against him. ‘’It’s ok Puddin..’’ I tried to assure him ,but he shook his head no.
‘’No it’s not. I hurt people because they’re bad and I don’t care about them. I can’t hurt you Y/N’’ He told me seriously. I just stayed quiet and let him speak if he felt like it. For now I appreciated being next to him. For now..
i’ll never understand how anyone can genuinely enjoy going to the zoo. all it does is make me cry. i walk into one and immediately feel agony and sadness. you literally pay abusers money just so you can stare with your mouth open like a fucking moron at wild animals through a cage or a glass box. how can you have fun in a place like that? why would you even go to a place like that for fun and entertainment? because it’s just something to do i guess, right? don’t you notice the animals pacing back and forth? notice the ones walking in circles and panting excessively? some of them are sick. some of them are completely alone. they’re all depressed. lots of them are suicidal. it’s just no good. if you find enjoyment in zoos and shit, you’re fucking weird to me and not in a good way. if you think it’s normal or okay you should really take a step back and throughly re-evaluate your heart because all of those animals have a heart and soul.
To be honest, I did shed a tear when I heard about Jemma’s departure in two weeks, but I’m not surprised that she was basically an afterthought.
I know some people don’t like the berena side of the fandom now or whatever, but this was a total waste of an excellent actress, regardless of your feelings about her character. If I was Jemma Redgrave right now though, I’d be pissed. In my opinion, when she left for her break, that was the end of berena. The kill list was basically a ‘there you go, you got your lesbian couple and don’t ask for anything else’, and then they disappeared, not a single moment of their relationship shown, except for Bernie trying to deal with Serena’s grief, and even then Jemma had very little to do.
In my opinion, when Jemma went on the break, the writers saw that there a big split in the reactions: there was all of us, who loved Bernie and berena and everything they were doing, and then there was the older, more conservative audience who made it quite clear they didn’t like Bernie or Berena. It was basically a choice between trying to keep the new viewers, or please the pre-existing audience, and they picked the latter.Realistically, I know that Berena on the show is over, regardless of how much I wish that they could both come back together and be happy. It doesn’t stop Berena being a very special ship.
Yes, some people will say it’s silly to be upset at Jemma leaving because only TV, but for me, Berena was really important.
Serena’s storyline made me finally comfortable identifying as bi and I wouldn’t have come out to my parents without Berena- telling them about what I wanted for them let me tell them in my own life and let them understand my feelings. Not only that, but Berena was a lifeline for me- I suffer from chronic pain that has me virtually housebound, but Berena got me back in touch with my creativity, experimenting with my online work. Plus it gave me the chance to experiment with fiction writing, and now I’m actually trying to write an original LGBT novel, because berena fanfiction gave me the confidence.
When I sent off my letter for an autograph from jemma, I thanked her and Catherine for Berena, because it gave me the chance to have control over my identity, which is enormous for me; I have so little power in my life now that it is so dictated by my pain, and that my whole image from my burns to my clothes, and Berena really did help me take a bit of control back.
Jemma put on the autograph ‘strong by name and strong by nature’ (my surname is Strong) and when I’m crying in agony looking at that genuinely helps.
I will always be grateful to Catherine and Jemma for Bernie and Serena, and sad that the writers denied us the relationship that we and seemingly Catherine and Jemma wanted to see.
But more than anything, I am grateful for the berena community: it was a huge part of me accepting myself, and everyone is amazing. I love you all to bits, even if you don’t know anything about me- you are all really amazing! ❤