bloody water

Daddy's Girl

Description: The Winchester’s little sister handles the grief of her dead father, and hopes to keep his perfect image of herself intact.

Sam and Dean x sister!reader, mentions of John Winchester

Warnings: None that I can remember, except some fighting?

A/N: This was not the one I was planning on writing and posting but here it is! I hope you all like it, and thank you so much for your support! Let me know if you would like to request something, or you would like to be added to the tags! 😊

Tags: @winchesters-favorite-girl @percussiongirl2017


       You were pulling yourself from the ground. The fist of a girl a grade above you had slammed into your shoulder, and the prying hands of her groupies had shoved you to the ground. You stood up with a slight stagger, and shook your limbs to knock your instincts to tear her throat out off. She smiled devilishly at you, and you could hear your Dad’s voice in your head. Y/N be brave for me, and remember you are the thing that holds those two boys together.

The crowd around you was watching, and hanging on to every quiver your bruised limbs made. That’s when your hands shook, and you could hear their laughter as loud as the ringing in your ears. You saw his face, his eyes, his smile. He was gone now, and you were alone. He wouldn’t come driving up in his impala, he wouldn’t come save you from this, or help clean you up. You were not going to let him down though, you would continue to hold everything together. You would stay strong, and keep your brother’s heads above the bloody water. You would not create chaos or pain. You were going to continue to be the good girl, and push your emotions down. You were going to be strong without your father. You went to pick up your bag.

          “What’s the matter Winchester? Do you feel a little scared, want to run home to Daddy, you little-,” you suddenly looked up to face her.

Her preciously lined lips, with her plastic shaped nose, and perfectly placed hair. You couldn’t hear anything else except that one word. Daddy. Anger lined your skin with a new found red that wasn’t the shade of bruised. You charged at her, and brought her straight to the ground. You jammed your fist into her gut, and whipped the knife out of your boot. You popped the blade up into sight as you finally regained your senses. She was screaming, and someone was pulling you off her.

You quickly pushed the others off, and grabbed your bag. You ran off the school steps, and looked back. Teachers and supervisors were calling after you. Your body hurt from the beating you had taken, and tears stung your eyes. You stopped when you were little ways down the road. You slid the knife back into your boot, and placed your bag on your shoulders. You winced once the strap touched where she had thrown her fist. You took a breath, trying to calm your beating hard. The memory helped intensify the panic however, and you continued to walk down the road.

You replayed the images of the scene in your head. You had desperately tried to make friends, and get good grades. You were supposed to make your brothers happy and they seemed happy when you had those aspects of school in your life; after all, your life mission was to please your family. Your Dad had always said you were their care taker, and the glue that held them together. After he had passed, you tried harder than ever to please your brothers. You were the only one who hadn’t talked about your father’s death, whether that be to keep him alive in your mind, or to show how strong you were to your older brothers was unknown. You were supposed to be good, and you were supposed to be brave, like your father had said. You had failed today, and you let the rage of pain and anger flow through you and control your actions.

You were trying to dry your eyes as you entered the motel room. Your brothers were out, interview day was today. They were on a pretty tough case, and you three would be held up in this town for a few weeks. You went straight to the bathroom, looking at your bruised body. You slowly removed the clothes surrounding your bruises, and rinsed the blood off some of the scrapes. You were crying again, making the scar around your eye even more red. You slowly put on your clothes after bandaging up your injuries. You were in a lot of pain, and your eyes just wanted to close in exhaustion from the emotions and events of the day. You continued though, your father’s words echoing in your head. You had to be strong for Sam and Dean, and you had to hide what had happened. You emerged from the bathroom, and sat at the table. You pulled out your books, and papers.

You were trying to focus, but you had no strength to control the thoughts running through your head. You couldn’t go back to that school tomorrow. You couldn’t even face the outside world, and barely the one face you saw in the mirror. You had a handle on your tears, and continued to push through and finish your math problems. You were in the middle of an essay when your brothers walked through the door.

“Hey bunny,” Sam smiled.

 Dean dropped a bag next to your pile of books. You kept your face away from the light, and their vision lines. You continued writing, with the intention of greeting them but no words would form on your tongue. You heard your Dad’s voice in Sam’s, and Dean’s hand reminded you of your Dad’s hand. The brothers curiously tried to look at your face, but you just looked in the downward direction even more.

 “Y/N, look at me,” Dean said, starring at you from the other side of the table.

You quickly tried to make an escape to the bathroom but Sam stepped in front of you, and grabbed your face. His eyes widened, and you felt his body tense. Dean came around, and instant anger flashed into his green eyes.

“Who did this to you?” he demanded.

You shook your head and pushed Sam’s hands away. You had no ability to create sentences. Your Dad flashed into your mind.

“Y/N, what happened?” Sam asked, slightly demanding.

 You wished your dad were there, able to hold you, and help you regain the stick you needed to hold everything together. You looked back at your brothers, who’s faces held so much of your father. You started crying, and felt the sobs shake you inside and out. You were letting go. The grip you had on all the pain and grief of your father’s death suddenly escaping through the two little slits in your eyes.

 “I, I,” you started. The two brothers were suddenly shocked at this new emotion. “I miss Dad,” you cried out.

 Sam had tears in his eyes, as Dean starred at you in a helpless gaze. They both wrapped their bodies around yours. You were between them, and the warmth of their concern was making the tears come more rapidly. You weren’t supposed to be crying.

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               You were sitting on Sam’s lap as Dean knelt beside you. Your sobs had slowed and your eyes only watered now. The tears had made the cut around your eye painful, but in a cleansing way.

 “Little girl, you’re gonna be fine. Me and Sammy, we aren’t going anywhere, and Dad will always be looking out for you,” Dean stroked your cheek.

You closed your eyes and snuggled into Sam a little more. “You’re okay Y/N/N,” Sam cooed.

“Sammy, De?” you called out.

“Yeah baby?” Sam asked.

 “I’m so sorry,” you wiped your eyes, forgetting about the cut, and hissing.

“No, darlin’ we’re sorry,” Dean responded, getting up to get things to tend your cut.

“But I-,” you started.

 “No buts, baby you are so strong, and you never ever break. You’re allowed to snap sometimes. You’re allowed to have emotions and to feel sad. You’re allowed to miss Dad,” Sam said, stroking your hair. You nodded.

“Even though you have some nasty scars, I would say you won against those girls,” Dean smiled.

 Sam’s eyes went wide, “Dean she almost sliced a girl with a weapon she wasn’t even supposed to have!”.

Dean looked to you, as you shrunk a little. “Eh, you were always a Daddy’s girl, and he would’ve done the same,” he smiled.

002: She is of Crimson Petals

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst, gore + vampire / hanahaki au

warnings: mentions of blood, death, and murder

word count: 1,559

description: The Hanahaki Disease is an illness where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. + “It reminded me of you.”

note: Yeah, I don’t know why I decided to write this genre mash-up either lol

request: hanahaki au from taehyung’s pov 


Taehyung had seen enough red in his lifetime to fill the Mississippi, the bloody current carrying the endless stream of bodies down the river of his past. They drifted in mangled pieces of splintered limbs and tattered flesh, the water unable to submerge the vast quantity of his indiscretions. His years of ripping and raging proved to be too much for the great river, even in the metaphorical confinements of his head it seemed. They littered the washed up crevices of his mind, tainting the cerulean memories that reminded him of the few good moments of his last two-hundred and eighty-seven years.

Of course, Taehyung had never been one for remorse in these types of situations. Once he was turned, his conscious took a backseat, so much so that he couldn’t even remember the disposition he’d wielded as a human. He imagined that he must’ve been the same cold-hearted, apathetic, monster that he was today. To him body count was a number on a similar wavelength to temperature, throw-away information that was constantly changing, just in Taehyung’s case it was only moving in the upward direction. His killings may have slowed since that first century or so thanks to a certain friend, but relapses were inevitable. Every couple of decades he found himself once again being consumed by the insatiable lust of his instincts, the water dragging him down the river, his bodies in tow.

That was just who Taehyung was; a killer.

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If Watford had a swim team
  • Simon: *joins*
  • Baz: *annoyed* Oh, great. Just one more thing for the Chosen One to whine on and on about. You'll probably get everything in the room all wet and disgusting. And I'll always have to put up with that stench of chlorinated pool water. Bloody fantastic. I hope you drown.
  • Simon: Oh shove it up your arse, Baz
  • Baz: *sneers*
  • *later*
  • Simon: * walks by wearing nothing but a black speedo*
  • Baz: FUCKING SIGN ME UP

First DR Characters as Unique Aesthetics:

Makoto Naegi:

Calm nature, rain droplets, the smell of a woodstove burning in winter, dewdrops, a breeze over a rolling meadow, sephia photography, 

Kyoko Kirigiri:

Fog falling upon a valley, looking down the train tracks, abandoned and run-down homes, lavender pastels, braided hair, leather gloves, creaky floorboards, 

Aoi Asahina:

Water ripples, pastel sweets, muscled bodies, snapchat filters, underwater photography, varsity jackets, feather earrings, 

Byakuya Togami:

Modern architecture, cursive handwriting, porcelain skin, antique coins, paperwork strewn over an executive desk, secret love notes hidden away, 

Yasuhiro Hagakure:

Cracked glass, smooth stones lying in a wicker basket, neon signs, dreadlocks, tarot cards, opalite, rainbows cast through translucent glass, black lace, dreamcatchers, neatly written notes, 

Sakura Oogami:

Bruises as they lighten to yellow, fresh bindings, fallen cherry blossoms, water swept beneath a bridge, disturbed dust upon a surface, sweat upon skin, 

Hifumi Yamada:

Pastel hair, seifukus, pigtails, winged humans, manga clips, grid patterns, sketch art, pink chocolate, striped drinking straws, starry eyes, 

Mondo Owada:

Pristine motorcycles, long coats, greaser hair, cigarette smoke, drive-in theatres, baggy pants, make out movie scenes, scribbled out road signs, scars, fogged car windows, 

Celestia Ludenberg:

Spiral staircases, skin out from beneath foggy rose water, stiletto nails, checkered tiles, antique bottles, portrait lockets, Goth clothing, dark lips, dried blood, velvet dresses, 

Junko Enoshima:

Glitter hair roots, hair bows, ribbons, blue eyes, long lashes, crowns, chokers, magazine clips, rotary phones, miniskirts, plaid, corsages, heart boxes of chocolates, 

Mukuro Ikusaba:

Exposed tattoos, sleek guns, engraved daggers, freckled faces, mirror images, foggy lakes, grey skies, murky water, bloody noses, combat boots, baggy sweaters, 

Kyotaka Ishimaru:

Button-ups, lace-up boots, stark white hair, scarlet irises, empty hallways, hanging banners, dawn light through the window, jackets coated in badges, chalk drawings on the sidewalk, 

Chihiro Fujisaki:

Clean desktops, typography, fractals, equations on grid paper, tears of joy, stripes, the shade beneath the trees, organized folders on a computer, long embraces, plants grown between the keyboard, neat and tidy wires, 

Toko Fukawa:

Ink blots, vintage books, attics, leather and lace garters, lipstick hidden on a man’s collar, satin sheets, handcuffs, typewriters, dominance and submissiveness, 

Sayaka Maizono:

Pastel pink, strawberry milk, porcelain tea cups, city skylines, stage lights, glitter dust, makeup brushes, selfies, cat-ear headbands, swishing skirts, 

Leon Kuwata:

Bold eyeliner, studs for piercings, stuck out tongues, exposed skin, ripped jeans, tattoo sleeves, French kissing, bitten lips, messy apartments, smokey eyes, dramatic stages, 

NO TOUCHING


(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count :
2 889
warning : smut
summary : Kai get’s injured and get’s horny so Reader has to ‘take care’ of him.
*not my gif
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2.35AM

Y/N woke up from a knock on her front door. She had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room reading a book. At first the knocks came from a distance , slowly waking her from her dream. Quickly she got up , rubbing her eyes on the way to the door. Suddenly she felt wide awake seeing her boyfriend , Kai Parker , standing there covered in blood.
“Hello sweetheart.” he said managing a weak smile , his breath getting caught in his throat seeing Y/N was wearing only a tshirt barely covering her lower half.
“Kai ! What the hell happened to you?”
There was sweat on his forehead and his hand held onto his chest. He looked as if he might faint at any moment which got her really worried. Kai was a hybrid , a vampire and there were very few things that can cause him to look like this - a werewolf bite or a piece of wood stuck inside his body.
“Oh nothing. Picked up a fight with the wrong guy. He shot at me with wooden bullets …” he said , swinging his hand across her shoulders. Y/N helped him onto the couch and quickly went to lock the front door. “The usual stuff. You should see what I did to him …“
She sat on the edge on the couch next to him. Kai turned towards her , his eyes drifting to her neck. He was hungry but there were more important things to do first like taking that last bullet about to puncture his heart out of him.
Y/N placed her hand on his chest trying to figure out of there was a wooden bullet there. “Did you get all the bullets out ?” she asked ripping his shirt open , sending buttons flying everywhere.
Kai coming over in the middle of the night after a fight with someone was far from unusual , and he didn’t seem to figure out how dangerous all of this was. Not only for the people who dared to pick a fight with a vampire / witch hybrid but also for him.
“You are not completely indestructable you know.” she muttered digging her fingers into the open wound searching for the bullet he obviously hadn’t gotten out.
Kai winced in pain , closing his eyes for a moment. Y/N was leaning in closer to him , trying to see where the litte sucker had gone and Kai got a good look at her open cleavage. The way she had ripped his shirt open a few moments ago only adding more gasoline to the fire he felt burning inside him. Her eyes met his for a moment and he felt his breath get caught in his throat again.
“Y/N .. care-ful.” he struggled to speak. “It’s getting clo-ser to my h-heart.”
“I am trying. Or do you think I want you to die.” she said , feeling her fingers wrap around the piece of wood. A moment later she pulled it out with a victorious look on her face. “Next time , try not to pick a fight with a guy who has wooden bullets in his gun.”
“Noted. Could I … I mean … ”
Y/N pushed her shirt down her shoulders motioning for him to feed. Purple / black veins flickered under his eyes as he sank his fangs into her coroted artery , her warm blood slightly dripping down her body. Kai pulled away in less than a minute , her thumbs wiping away blood from his chin. She got up , her shirt slightly pushed up her ass and he felt himself getting harder just looking at her. He knew she wasn’t doing any of this on purpose but it was still driving him as crazy as if it was. And was it just his imagination or she really wasn’t wearing a bra ?
Y/N headed to the kitchen , coming back with a towel and a bowl filled with warm water.
“Thank you.. for taking the bullet out.” he said , not taking his eyes off her as she dipped the towel , twisting it dry and started wiping away blood from his face. “I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life Y/N.”
She looked up at him , giving him a small smile. “Learn not to pick up fights ?” she teased. “Now stay still. As hot as you look covered in blood , I miss your pretty face.”
Kai smiled to himself , feeling her fingertips lightly brush against his forehead and cheeks as she cleaned up the blood from his face. Dipping the towel into the bowl washing it up and draining it before repeating again and again. Y/N pushed his jacket off his shoulders , folding it into a ball to be tossed in the laundry later and swung her leg over his lap for better access.
“You think I look hot covered in blood?” he teased.
“No.” she smiled shyly. “You look hot in general , covered in blood you look hotter.”
It was true. Probably if she told someone else this , they’d thing she had lost it but not Kai. With him she could be 100% honest about everything. She dipped the towel into the bloody water again starting to clean the blood off his neck , pushing his shirt off his shoulders. Kai suppressed a moan feeling her hips slightly move onto his crotch. Y/N started cleaning the blood off his chest , right where the bullets had been , when Kai grabbed her wrist.
“Y/N…” he said looking intensely into her eyes. He didn’t need to listen to her heart beat to know what he was doing to her right now. Kai wanted her , right this second.
Y/N felt butterflies flap their wings in her stomach and her breath getting shallow noticing the change in Kai’s eyes. Her heart was racing as Kai’s finger trailed her jawline , brushing her cheek with the palm of his hand before pulling her in for a passionate kiss. Y/N’s hips swayed onto his crotch as he pulled her towards him.
“No.” she said getting up. “No , Malachai. We are not doing this…not now.”
Quickly she got the bowl and the towel taking them to the kitchen. She braced her hands against the kitchen counter , closing her eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath before returning to the livingroom only then noticing the bulge in his pants. Y/N’s eyes widened a little then she looked at the ground only then realising what had happened. She was wearing just her shirt … , no PJ bottoms no nothing. It was hard to tear her eyes off the bulge in his pants ,but somehow she managed and sat on the couch next to him trying hard not to let her gaze drift to the bulge which somehow seemed to get bigger , or maybe she was imagining it.
Kai glanced at her , noticing she was biting her lower lip and then followed her gaze.
This is your fault by the way.”
Y/N laughed nervously. “Sorry … not sorry.” she bit her lower lip , her hand sliding between her legs teasing her folds through her panties.
Kai gulped. What had happened before might not have been on purpose but this definitely was. Y/N ran her fingers through her hair as if she wasn’t doing anything naughty , parting her legs a little to give him a better view as her fingers pushed her panties to the side and slid inside her.
“You are not helping.” said Kai in raspy voice , lightly rubbing himself through his pants remembering her ‘no’ from a few minutes ago. “I … I’m gonna go.”
“Not a chance.” she said grabbing his hand leanining in towards him , her hand slid down his chest towards his crotch. His length was hard alright. Y/N pressed her lips onto his , kissing him deeply and tugging at his lower lip at the end of the kiss. She lowered herself down his body never taking her eyes off him.
“Y/N .. my balls feel like they weight 30 pounds.” he groaned , grinding his hips onto her hand. “If you plan on stopping at any point and leav-”
Y/N pressed her finger onto his lips shushing him. There was a devilish spark in her eyes which only turned him more. Kai was looking at her , closing his eyes for a moment feeling Y/N hands rubbing him through his pants. She kneeled on the couch , her ass propped up as her shirt slid down her back a little. Swiftly her fingers undid the button and pulled his zipper down pressing her mouth onto his thick shaft through his briefs , exhaling her hot breath onto his shaft.
“Y/N …please I need you ..”
Y/N pulled his pants down as much as she could and then swung a leg over his lap.
“How much?” she whispered , her lips almost touching his. Kai put his hands on her ass but she pushed them away. “No , no …”
“More than you can imagine.” he replied. “I want to grab you and have my way with you for the rest of the night.”
Her hips grinded against his and every time she moved.Kai tried to put his hands on her again , a low growl coming from deep inside his throat every time Y/N pushed him off her.
“Let me touch you.” he said leaning towards her , wanting to kiss her.
Y/N fought the urge to smile. Usually things were the other way around - she was the one begging for him but now she had her chance to get him to play by her rules.
You , mister , are in trouble.” her hips grinding on him a little faster. “Picking up fights , coming home covered in blood …" she spoke in low voice. “What ? Did you think I’d let you have your way with me ? No.“
Kai brushed his fingers through her hair pulling her face down towards his until their lips touched briefly before she pulled away.
“No kisses too ?” he growled in frustration as her finger traced his lower lip. He moved his head towards her , taking in her finger into his mouth. Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed for a second as she bit her lower lip , knowing fully well what might be going through Kai’s head right now. She pulled out her finger , brushing her nose against his while she continued straddling him.
“You are such a tease.” he whispered , his eyes drifting between her eyes and her lips.
She swayed her hips on his crotch a little faster , before pushing him onto the couch. Y/N dipped her head , leaving soft kisses on his neck then down his chest , her hands snaking around it while never taking her eyes off his.
“It’s a bit stuffy in here , isn’t it ?” she said innocently slowly lifitng her shirt up. Kai’s eyes widened and he tried to touch her but she slapped his hands away. “No touching , remember ?”
Instead her hands cupped her breasts , playing with them right in front of his eyes. She closed her eyes ,arching her back a little as a low moan escaped her lips. Kai licked his lower lip , fighting the urge to put his hands on hers and assist her. The more she said ‘no touching’ the more he wanted to do just that. Even more - he wanted to grab her and have his way with her this exact second , but something stopped him.
Y/N leaned in sucking on his earlobe before kissing his neck and slowly trailing her way down his chest leaving kisses on the way down never breaking eye contact for more than a blink. Her fingers tangled into the waistband of his briefs before pulling them down. Kai’s hard length flopped onto his stomach and Y/N leaned in licking a bold stripe from his balls to the tip. A moan tumbled from Kai’s lips and she suppressed a smile focusing on her hands massaging his balls.
Kai could’t take his eyes off her. Y/N ran her fingers through her hair , moving it to the left , the tip of her tongue drawing circles on the tip of his shaft , her hands stroking him slowly and feeling him twitch. She was dragging it out enjoying watching Kai close his eyes his mouth hanging open.
“Please Y/N..” he growled , his hands reaching for her head as she swiftly avoided them.
“Nah-uh pretty eyes.” she said in a low voice , blowing a light stream of air onto his shaft before taking it in her mouth. Slowly sucking on his tip as if its the tastiest lollipop to ever exist on the planet. Kai reached for her head again , his fingers digging into her hair as he pushed her mouth down on him , forcing her to take his shaft all the way in.
“Sweetheart , you seem to forget who’s the dominant one in our relationship.” he moaned out , feeling her hands massaging his balls. Kai bopped her head up and down his shaft over and over again , tears starting to fill her eyes from the lack of air before he let go off her. Y/N took a deep breath an idea forming in her head , something she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.
“I’ll make you a deal..” she said , her lips pressing onto his balls. “If you can resist touching me in the next half hour … ” she said taking his balls into her mouth sucking on them and ejoying the sounds coming from Kai’s mouth. “You get to have me any way you want.. anywhere you want… for a whole week.”
“Damn it Y/N.”
Kai both loved and hated how she was manipulating him in that very moment , knowing fully well there is no way he’d say no to that. Y/N licked another bold stripe , pressing the flat of her tongue against it , feeling his hard length twitch. Her eye contact was driving him insane. She was doing dirty things yet her eyes looked so innocent it was driving him crazier and crazier. He gave her a devilish smirk and in the next moment Y/N moaned out louder , closing her eyes for a second.
“K-Kai … that’s c-cheating.” she moaned out again feeling pressure on her clit as two invisible fingers entered her roughly , curling inside her slowly before pulling out and pushing in even rougher making her body jolt forward a little. His pumps were fast and deep , slowly curling the invisible fingers around her walls and repeating again and again.
“You said ‘no touching’.” said Kai , his hands behind his head. “I’m not touching you… and in about 20 minutes when I win , you should prepare yourself for a week of hot hybrid sex in the most unexpected places.”
His words sent butterflies in her stomach , even more so with his invisible fingers pumping in and out of her. Y/N tried to focus of what he was doing but it was getting harder with the burning feeling between her legs building up. She pumped his thick shaft faster and faster , while her hands massaged his bowls.
“Fuck Y/N..”
Y/N took him in her mouth again , lightly biting him. Kai groaned in response , his invisible fingers assaulting her faster and faster. He snapped his fingers and her panties flew off her. She felt herself starting to drip down her thigh.
Kai was watching the clock on the far wall , knowing only less than 10 minutes from now he’d win and get to have his way with her anywhere he wanted. He felt his shaft twitch in her mouth , knowing he is getting closer and closer to his release. His invisible fingers pumped inside her faster and faster , Y/N’s moans getting muffled none the less the vibrations from them were just about to send Kai over the edge and he fought the need to let go for a little longer , a few minutes only.
Suddenly the pressure on her clit and the invisible fingers disappeared , leaving her flustered. A low groan escaped her lips while she kept bopping her head up and down his shaft.
“And the clock strikes midnight … ” muttered Kai with a smug smirk on his face, pulling her up in vampire speed. Y/N was out of breath , her lips colliding with his in a passionate kiss while his hips pushed up , at the same time hers pushed down, entering her hard and deep with one thrust. He felt her walls contract around his shaft bringing him closer and closer.
“Fuck .. you are so wet , you’re dripping on me.”
Y/N shushed him with a kiss , her lips hungrily attacking his. Kai’s hands instantly found her ass helping her sway her hips onto him. He thrusted in hard and deep a few more times before he came in hot spurts inside her , not stopping until Y/N came screaming his name. Kai pulled her in for another kiss tugging on her lower lip at the end of the kiss. Y/N could see devils dancing in his eyes and the next second she found herself laying on the couch , magic holding her hands above her head.
“OH Y/N … ” he said sounding like a teacher scolding a student. “Look at yourself … you are a dripping mess. I’ll have to fix this straight away …”

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NOTE : (to the anon who requested it) I may have strayed a little from the original idea. I tried my best … sorry :(
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sapphiresassenach  asked:

That new Shifted update gave me all the Da Jamie feels. I would love to see how Jamie acts during wee William's birth since Bree's was so hard. :)

anonymous asked: Hello Gotham! I’m not sure if you’re still taking prompts for Shifted but here is mine just in case!!! I would love to read anything to do with Fergus, I think he’s such a vital part of Jamie and Claire family in s2 and I wonder what’s his “role” in your amazing story. Thank you!

For the next few weeks I’ll be writing one-shots in the Shifted universe, filling in the blanks that we don’t see in the main story, before we resume the main action with Part 7 - The Visitor.

If there is a particular scene you’d like to see, send me an ask and I’ll see what I can do!

In Shifted, the premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated  their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?

Previous installments…


Interlude - The Surprise

Lallybroch, Spring 1753


Jamie wiped his sweaty brow on his damp shirtsleeve, frowning at the furrows neatly dug along about half of the field.

“Hold up!” he yelled to Murtagh, who was industriously hacking at the earth with his spade. His godfather paused, squinting in the rare spring sunshine, chest heaving with exertion.

“Ian!” Jamie called to his brother-in-law, who couldn’t participate in the digging but supervised from the edge of the field. “Ye’re sure we can space the potatos so closely together? We didna do that the last time – ”

“Yes, we can.” Ian shifted a bit as the peg of his wooden leg caught in a patch of softer soil. “I was reading Sir Walter’s book again last night, and it didna say anything about whether three inches instead of four wouldna be good for the plants.”

“One of the MacNabs was telling me the other day that they’d tried the three inches up at their croft,” Murtagh interjected, nudging Jamie with the handle of his spade. “And it didna seem to have an ill effect on the harvest.”

Ian hobbled closer to Jamie and Murtagh.

“Aye, but the soil is a bit boggier over at those crofts,” Jamie reasoned. “It can hold more moisture than ours can. I just want to make sure if we’re going through all the effort, we’ll still get as much as we can.”

“But if we dig three inches apart, we can add an extra row for the whole field. That’s worth the effort, no?”

Jamie pursed his lips, remembering how he and Ian had stayed up late the night before drawing out a map of the field and calculating exactly how to dig the furrows. The winter barley crop had been poor – so they needed to grow more food. And potatos were the easiest solution.

He’d finally slipped into bed close to midnight – Claire had gone upstairs long before, the weight of the bairn in her belly making her much more tired these days. She knew her time was coming, but had assured him just this morning that it would be a few weeks yet.

And that was why Jamie was being so conservative about the potatos. Claire had to eat. Brianna had to eat. Jenny and her army of bairns had to eat. And Murtagh, and Fergus, and the tenants.

So much responsibility – and times were still lean, seven years after Culloden. Things had been worse, to be sure – but they were a long way from being better.

He’d risen early – Claire had slept restlessly, it was so difficult for her to find a position that would remain comfortable. She dozed off right after dawn, so he had quietly untangled her from his arms, kissed the reassuring roundness of her belly, whispered “I love you,” and prepared for the day.

Ian pursed his lips. “How about we try it half wi’ the three inches and half wi’ the four? That way we can still have the extra row – ”

“Papa!!”

Jamie whirled to see seventeen-year-old Fergus cresting the hill.

“Papa! Quick! You must come!”

“Soldiers?” Murtagh raised his spade, ready.

Fergus stopped in his tracks – right at the edge of the field – and bent over, panting.

“No – no. Not that. It’s – Maman. La petite bairn – it is coming.”

Jamie dropped his rake and shot off, racing back to the house.

“Truly?” Ian hobbled across an untilled section of the field. “Is the bairn on its way?”

Fergus straightened up, still winded. “Yes – yes. The midwife just arrived. It is very, very quick this time. Tante Jenny thought she’d have to deliver it on her own. I told her I could help – but no, she sent me to fetch you.”

Murtagh clapped a solid hand on Fergus’ shoulder – the lad had grown to be taller than him, but he was still very slight of build. “That’s verra brave of ye, lad. Now let’s get back – the tatties can wait, aye?”

Fergus had left the front door open – and Jamie almost crashed into Mrs. Crook in the entryway.

“Upstairs,” was all she said.

Jamie bolted through the sitting room, taking the stairs two at a time.

Six-year-old Brianna Fraser – banished from the upstairs to a quiet corner of the sitting room – turned to her cousin Maggie.

“Why do ye think he’s so worrit? Everything will be fine.”

“Ye ken that Grannie Ellen died having a bairn?” Maggie focused on changing her rag doll’s dress. “He’s probably worrit because of that.”

“I didna ken that,” Brianna replied softly. Then – “Do ye think my Mam is going to die? I dinna think Da would let that happen.”

Maggie shrugged.

Brianna frowned, lay her doll down, and folded her fingers in her lap. Trying not to think about what was happening upstairs.

Ten stairs – then the turn. Then another ten – then the landing. Then six strides to their bedroom –

Claire screamed.

And Jamie almost ripped the door off its hinges.

His heart tore in two at the sight on the bed. Claire – naked, legs bent at the knees, stomach heaving along with her shallow breaths, face contorted in pain. Jenny and the midwife – the same sour-faced woman who had delivered Brianna and all the Murray bairns – standing on either side of the bed, alternately soothing and encouraging Claire.

Jenny looked over her shoulder – and he immediately saw her relax.

“Jamie’s here, Claire.” Her voice was a bit loud, almost as if she were speaking to a child.

But Jamie was already at Claire’s side, enfolding her as best as he could into his arms.

“Jamie?” Claire’s voice was weak – far away. Lost.

“Aye, Claire. I’m here.” He kicked off his boots and settled against the headboard, cradling her back to his front. Just as he had when she was delivering Brianna.

“When did it start?”

“Just about an hour ago.” Jenny gently kneaded the arch of Claire’s foot. “Claire wasn’t feeling too well after breakfast – ”

“Those – bloody – fucking – onions did it,” Claire panted. “Never should – have them with – breakfast…”

Then she curled against Jamie, body going rigid as another pain rippled through her middle –

“Oh, God. I have to push,” she groaned.

The midwife pulled back Claire’s leg and reached down. “Aye – ye’re open and ready, Claire. Push.”

She did.

It was awful – and there was a lot of blood – and Claire’s blunt nails drew stinging pain where she clutched Jamie’s arms. But he didn’t feel a thing – encouraging her, whispering to her, holding her as she drew from somewhere deep inside herself to push and push and push.

All was forgotten when Claire’s body released the final tension – and the midwife held up their blood-smeared, screaming, absolutely gorgeous son.

“Born in the middle of the day – he’ll always have lunch on his mind, poor lad.”

Claire held the baby’s head tighter in the crook of her elbow. Jamie darted one hand to wrap the blanket tighter around the baby’s impossibly tiny shoulders, gently touching the bitty chin and nose with the pad of one finger.

“Born early, too – means he’ll always be waiting on other people. Puir lad.”

“I can’t believe how easy that was, compared to the last time.” Claire settled back a bit against Jamie, oblivious to Jenny and the midwife sorting the soiled linens and tossing bloody water out the window.

“It didna look easy from *my* perspective,” he smiled, absolutely hypnotized by his son’s sleeping face.

“And I was so worried, too. But Jamie, when my water broke and you weren’t there – ”

“Hush. It doesna matter. Though Fergus told me he volunteered to stay behind and help ye?”

“He told me he’d helped with a birth before – at the brothel. I don’t even want to begin to imagine what that must have been like.”

“He’s a braw lad.” Jamie bent to kiss Claire’s shoulder. “We’re lucky that our wee boy will have such a good brother to look up to.”

The baby stirred, but then settled.

“Is he our William, then?” Claire asked softly. They had decided on the name as a tribute to Jamie’s beloved elder brother – but now that the baby was actually here…

“Aye. No’ Willie – that was my brother. No’ Will – that’s too English. William. A good, strong name.”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

Claire turned over her shoulder to face Jamie. “I do love you, Jamie. Thank you.”

He smiled – heart full to bursting with love and joy and pride.

“For what? I didna do any of the work.”

“For giving him to me. For being here with me. For – for this life.”

He bridged the gap between them in a long, long kiss.

“I love you.”

He butted his nose with hers.

“Can you get Brianna?”

He smiled even wider, kissed her forehead, and sprang off the bed and down the hall.

Not even a minute later, Brianna shyly poked her red curls around the doorframe.

“Come here, love,” Claire gently encouraged. “Come meet your brother.”

Then Jamie was there, guiding her around Jenny and the midwife and toward the bed.

Brianna gingerly stepped to Claire’s side and peered down at the swaddled bundle. The baby dreamed, quiet.

She furrowed her red brows and didn’t say anything for a long time.

Jamie opened his mouth to speak, but at a firm look from Claire thought twice about it.

So they waited. And waited –

“Hallo, wee William,” Brianna finally said, voice impossibly soft. “I’m your big sister. I’ll take care of ye.”

Then she bent to kiss his brow.

Jamie gripped Claire’s shoulder a little tighter.

So thankful for this life.

Barbie (Chapter 3)

Chris Pine X Reader.

Summary:   The things you want are not always easy to get. Obstacles arise, Silly fights. Old flames and unfortunately even your own thoughts at times.  Even with all the happiness it still leaves the question: ‘How can two people who are perfect for each other be so fucked when it comes to being together?’

Warnings: Cursing.


Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter three. Chapter four. Chapter five.  Chapter six. Chapter seven. 

You turn on the stairwell to face Chris who’s standing just a few steps below you, his chest rising and following with each breath he takes. 

“I’m pretty sure there’s a cop that lives in this building.” You say loudly. 

Chris takes a step forward. “We need to stop fighting.” 

“You need to start talking but we both aren’t going to get the things we want.” You say matching his tone of annoyance as you turn back around, continuing up the stairs. 

“What do you want to know?” he asks as you reach the door. 

“Nothing now. We’re not together.” You say in a playful tone. 

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Frostbite

Requested by: @calpalkenzie

Can you do an imagine where Jughead breaks up with the reader and the gang takes his side, so being alone and in despair, the reader goes to the lake and tries to kill herself ( like what Cheryl did ) but jughead saves her?

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Description: Lately Jughead had been acting distant, causing you to get a bit worried, only to find out he was going to break up with you.

Warnings: Small amount of swearing, acts of suicide

Word Count: 2,094

A/N: This is my first imagine so bare with me :-))

Originally posted by bugheader

It had been days since you and Jughead had last spoken, recently things between the both of you wern’t going so well.

Whenever you tried to talk to him he’d reply with vauge answers or simply brush you off. Recently, he’d just been avoiding you, spending more time with Archie, Betty, and Veronica.

To say that didn’t hurt you would be and understatement, mostly because he used to bring you along to hang out with his friends.

You were recently going through a lot back at home, Jughead knew you had family issues, he used to go to Pop’s late at night whenever you needed to get out of the house.

Now, you sat alone in that diner, waiting to see if he’d magically show up and make everything better.

You ordered a strawberry milkshake, and a side of fries, trying to find a way to make time go by faster.

You heard the bell ring, signaling someone had come in only to see Jughead walking towards you.

“Hey Y/N, we need to talk..” He sat down in the booth across from you. You gave him a look, not liking where this was going.

“Listen.. You’re a great girl, and I love you, but I don’t think we’re working out.. we’re just both so different and I just don’t think it would be alright continuing something that isn’t there.” He spoke slowly, watching to see your response.

Your strawberry milkshake and fries arrived, leaving you to pick at them.

“I don’t understand.. everything was fine.. what happened?” You questioned, your eyes getting watery.

“Nothing happened Y/N, it’s just not working out.” He sighed, scratching the back of his neck, signaling he was hiding something.

“No.. you’re lying.. you always mess with your neck when you don’t want to tell me something.” You choked out, a tear falling down your face.

Jughead looked at you, seeing how distraught you already were, killing him on the inside.

“Archie told me he saw you flirting it up with some guys on the football team.. and Betty and Veronica said they saw you too.” He rubbed his chin, his jaw clenched at the memory.

You felt your heart ache as he spoke, none of that ever happened.

“Juggie, that’s not true at all! I would never do that, I love you.” You protested, more tears falling down your face.

“Listen Y/N, I know I’m not the richest guy in Riverdale but you don’t have to lie to me.” He huffed, now getting annoyed at you.

You couldn’t believe this was happening, your whole life was falling apart right before your very eyes.

“I’m not lying to you. What they saw didn’t happen.” You spoke slowly, trying to calm your breathing.

“Whatever Y/N, my friends wouldn’t lie to me. Unlike you, so now you can go slut around with whoever you want.” He spat, getting out of the booth and exiting the diner.

What happened next was all a blur, one second you were sitting in the booth, feeling your heart being ripped out of you and then the next you were out the door.

You saw Jughead walking away from you. “How could you be such a coward!” You shouted, your voice cracking making him stop in his tracks.

He turned around slowly to see your small figure standing in front of the diner.

“Me? A coward? How in the hell am I a coward?” He retorted, walking up to you. You let out a sarcastic laugh and crossed your arms.

“You didn’t even have the audacity to ask me if what they saw was true or not. You just assumed they were right, you chose to be on their side, not mine.” You spoke angrily, glaring at him.

Jughead rolled his eyes, standing in front of you now. “And guess what, they were obviously right. Man I can’t believe I actually trusted you! I spent five months of my time being with you when all this time you were just using me.” He spat, glaring down at your small figure.

“I wasn’t using you! For the love of god I wasn’t cheating on you!” You shouted, your hands moving in all sorts of motions. Jughead let out a snort and shook his head while rubbing his hands over his face.

“They warned me about you, and they were right. Never talk to me again Y/N.” He sighed, turning and walking away from you. In that moment you felt your heart shatter into pieces.

How did all of this happen? Why would he take their side and not yours? You felt defeated after that, you decided to go back home by sneaking into your bedroom window.

You laid awake for hours that night, replaying the moment that happened in your head. You wanted to call him, you wanted to talk everything out, but you couldn’t. You wanted to call Archie, Betty, and Veronica, but you couldn’t. They were all on his side.

You were alone, once again. You didn’t sleep at all that night, the sun rose and you were still wide awake, except emotionless. You didn’t feel anything, you just felt numb.

Your parents had already left for work, leaving you money behind to buy lunch at school. Today however, you decided you didn’t need it. You grabbed the car keys and walked outside, getting in and driving off to your location.

You just wanted to be happy again.

Back at school Jughead was with Archie, Betty, and Veronica.

“Well don’t you just look dandy.” Veronica smirked, making Jughead groan and roll his eyes.

“Y/N and I got into a huge fight last night, it was really bad.” He groaned again, rubbing his forehead.

“Did you two–” Archie rose his eyebrows, making a face when Jughead nodded.

“I’m gathering that’s what the fight was about?” Betty questioned, crossing her arms. Jughead only nodded, looking around before looking back at them.

“Speaking of Y/N, have you seen her at all this morning? I want to talk to her.” Jughead asked, looking around the halls a bit more frantically this time.

“I haven’t seen her, why?” Betty questioned, looking at Jughead worriedly.

“No.. something is wrong, she would of been here by now. She’s never late to school.” Jughead messed with his beanie, looking down the hallway.

“I’m sure she’s okay bud.” Archie placed a hand on Jughead’s shoulder.

“I just have a bad feeling. I left her in such a vulnerable state..” He trailed off, feeling his pocket vibrate. He pulled his phone out of his pocket to see a text from you.

“Thanks for the nice five months we’ve had. I’m going to cherish them forever, I’m going to be happy again now.” The message said. Jughead read it aloud, looking at Archie, Betty, and Veronica with a confused look.

“Oh my god. Oh my god!” Veronica shouted, her eyes wide with panick. “Where is some place Y/N would go to be happy?” Veronica asked quickly, looking at Jughead. He stared at her a minute before his eyes became wide.

“The river. She always used to go there to clear her head when she would get down.” Jughead spoke fast, his body beginning to shake.

“We need to go. Now.” Betty spoke fast, as they all sprinted out the door.

You were already out across the frozen river, getting frostbite the longer you were in the frigid weather. You bent down on the ice, hitting your fists against it to break it apart, using all the energy you had left in your body.

Out of nowhere y ou heard shouting from across the river.

“Y/N!” You heard them all shout. “Oh my god, over there!” Betty pointed out across the frozen river.

“Y/N!” “Y/N stop!” They all shouted again, about to run out to you when the river started to break.

“We all can’t go out there at once or we’ll all go under.” Jughead spoke, panick in his voice.

“Y/N please come back to the shore and we can figure everything out.” Veronica shouted, her face filled with worry.

You slowly stood up, turning around, your lips quivering with makeup smeared from your tears underneathe your eyes.

It was as if time was going in slow motion, nobody knew what would happen next.

They all watched you from the shore, hoping you’d come back.

You just stood there, and then the ice gave away, consuming you into the frigid water below. 

“No!” They all screamed, not caring anymore about all the weight on the ice.

“Y/N!” They all shouted, rushing to the open spot in the ice.

“The current has her!” Archie yelled, “Spread out!” He shouted, as they all rushed around, kicking snow out of their way.

“Over here!” Archie shouted, brushing away the snow before him as Jughead beat away at the ice to break it.

You started to lose consciousness, fading into the darkness of the water.

Jughead and Archie continued to beat away at the ice from above, the water turning bloody from their hands.

“Come on!” Jughead shouted, punching at the ice one last time before breaking it and pulling you out.

Jughead laid you down quickly, seeing if you were still breathing or not and quickly started to give you CPR.

Archie, Betty, and Veronica were all screaming for help.

After Jughead gave you CPR again you coughed up the water from your lungs, making him very relieved.

He gently picked you up as they all ran back to the shoreline. Once you made it back into town, they took you to Veronica’s where she made you some hot chocolate.

You gave a small smile, thanking her for it when Jughead came over.

“Y/N you had me so worried, please never do that again.” He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, resting your head against his shoulder.

“No, I’m sorry, for everything. I should have come to you first and I didn’t. Maybe if I had none of this would have happened.” He sighed, kissing your forehead.

You let out a small sigh, staring into the fireplace.

“Promise me you’ll never do that again.” He spoke quietly, looking down at you. “I promise.” You whispered, sipping your hot chocolate once more.

From that day on you two were inseparable once again, and everything was once again, happy.

Wrong Place Wrong Time (9)

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF!
Part 9 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭. (☠️- Harm towards characters and Strong language.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 3,610


You woke up on the floor of the dusty room that Baekhyun had brought you to, looking up at two familiar faces. Chanyeol and Baekhyun.

“What happened?” Baekhyun frowned looking down at you.

“I don’t know I just came to see if she needed anything and to talk, but then I saw Sehun strangling her, she just blacked out.” Chanyeol bent down rubbing the side of your arm, trying to provide you with some comfort.

You lay there motionless for a while, wondering what exactly had just happened and why it happened. You knew Sehun was a nutcase but not to this extent. You allowed yourself to be helped up unto the bed by Chanyeol and Baekhyun, each taking an arm and escorting you over, supporting half or your body weight.

“What happened Y/N?” Baekhyun asked, stroking your shoulder lightly and waiting for your response. You sat there for a while not saying anything, still dazed by the situation and the loss of breath, eventually turning to Baekhyun you blinked and shook your head slightly.

“I don’t know. He just got mad, shouting about me not being allowed in this room or something. And then all of a sudden I –I couldn’t get his hands off of my neck.” You spluttered and burst out crying for the thousandth time in the past 48 hours. Chanyeol held his arms out towards you signalling an invitation for embrace, but you rested your head into Baekhyun’s chest instead, earning a scowl from Chanyeol.

“Hey that’s okay, don’t cry, you’re okay now right?”Baekhyun whispered in your ear, stroking your head almost lulling you to sleep. You nodded your head slowly, you were so tired all you wanted was some sleep, but you kept getting denied the chance. You were just about drifting off when a shouting voice brought you back to consciousness.

“Baekhyun! Baekhyun! Where are you?! Baek—oh here you are. What are you doing in here?” It was Kyungsoo standing at the door with bloodied hands by his sides, beads of sweat were rolling down his face and his dark hair was stuck to his forehead, he looked an absolute hot mess. “Why are you in here?” He said coldly, staring at Baekhyun square in the face. He stood there at the door breathing deeply in and out, you couldn’t tell whether or not he was breathing heavily due to the fact that he had ran down the corridor to the room or because he was getting mad at you Baekhyun and Chanyeol for being in the room. Why was this room conjuring such strong emotions from these men?

“That’s beside the point right now.” Baekhyun broke the unnerving silence. “What happened? Is everyone okay?” He pointed down at Kyungsoo’s blood- stained hands.

“No. It’s Jongdae he’s been shot. I –I don’t know if he’s going to make it. You have to do something. I can’t… with all that blood. It just –I just… I feel sick Baekhyun. Please go help him.” You held your breath, witnessing a crying Kyungsoo in front of you. Something you never thought you’d see. His crying was soundless but tears were streaming uncontrollably from his red eyes. He had that same blank expression on his face, but this time around you were capturing a sense of sorrow from it instead of one of hostility. Baekhyun didn’t need to be told twice, he bolted up from his place on the bed and sprinted out of the door to wherever he was needed, followed by a worried looking Chanyeol.

“Look after Y/N okay.” he called before he disappeared, but by the looks of things you were the one who would be looking after Kyungsoo. His face had turned pale and he was staring blankly at his hands, covered in what you now assumed to be Jongdae’s blood. His breathing was shallow now, the sound of it barely traceable and it was at this point that you found yourself dumbfounded at how ridiculous and ironic it was for a man who killed many others on a regular basis to be traumatised by the sight of blood and affected by the current situation so badly. You stared at Kyungsoo’s hands for a while, feeling a stream of bile rise to the back of your neck. His hands were absolutely soaked in blood, as though he had dipped them in a bucket full of it. Silently you stood up from where you were sat on the bed and exited the room down the corridor. Before long you were back with a bucket of soapy water, a sponge and a towel. Placing all of the items on the floor in a row you sat cross legged on the carpet in front of Kyungsoo, delicately taking one of his hands in yours you began to scrub the blood away. His face was still blank, staring at his hands in silence. He lifted his head up looking at you and blinking, once you were done with one hand, you placed it back down and carefully set about scrubbing the other hand.

“S-stop that.” Kyungsoo scowled at you, but you carried on washing his hands, making sure you reached under his nails.

“I said stop it!” He roared, grabbing his hands out of yours and rising up from the bed. “I’m capable of going to a sink and washing my hands!” He grabbed the towel that you had placed next to the bowl on the floor and set about drying them.

“I was only trying to help…” You trailed of, scooting yourself into the far corner of the room, you had been abused too many times in the past 48 hours and you didn’t want any more of what you had already received.

“Did anyone ask for your help?!” he raged, blood rushing to his face. “Honestly, I told Chanyeol to stop talking to you, for 3 years now I’ve been hot on his ass to ditch this stupid friendship of yours and he never fucking listened to me, now look where we’ve all ended up. Chanyeol can’t perform well, Yixing won’t concentrate and Jongdae is…” He let out a short breath and sank into a heap on the floor, shaking his head violently.  
Whipping his head back up, he glowered at you, a fire of fury and hurt burning in the depths of his eyes.  “And you’re in this fucking room.” He stood up again, picking the bowl of bloodied soapy water up with him, emptying it’s contents over your kneeling figure and dropping the bowl by your side. You were shaking with shock and the realisation that you and the carpet surrounding you were soaked in blood-mixed water.
“If you’re really desperate to clean something up, then deal with this shit. Don’t ever touch me without my permission again.” He kicked the bowl at the desk and stormed out of the room.

You sat there, covered in Jongdae’s blood hugging yourself and rocking yourself back and forth. This had to be a bad dream, a crazy nightmare. This couldn’t be where your life had ended up. You thought about it, you had been ‘missing’ for 48 hours now; your phone was ‘off’, you hadn’t shown up to work. Wasn’t anyone you knew worried about you? Your friends, your family your colleagues? Hadn’t anyone filed a missing report for you? Where were the police? You couldn’t live like this for much longer. But deep down inside you knew you had to cope because you weren’t getting out anytime soon, not if it meant you’d be getting out alive anyway, so you had to bare it no matter what. The blood was sticking to you now; you had to wash it off. Slowly you rose to your feet and trudged out of the room. You hadn’t been here for too long and you were already becoming overly familiar with how sick the corridors were making you feel, you turned a corner bumping into Chanyeol.

“Ah shit –You scared me. I was just coming to see how you were and—Y/N, what –what happened?” He stared at you with concern and confusion, pushing some of your hair out of your face he squinted, as if to get a better look at the state you were in.

“Please Chanyeol, I just need a bath.”

“But I —”

“I said I just need a bath!” You side stepped him quickly rushing further down the corridor and locking yourself inside the bathroom once you finally reached. You filled the tub up with warm water and threw in whatever type of soap you could find. Peeling the sticky clothes off of your skin, you threw them to a corner and sunk inside the tub. Dipping your whole body under water seemed tempting right now, but to be totally honest you were too cowardly to even dream of doing such a thing, so instead you grabbed a yellow sea sponge from the side and started scrubbing away at your body. You weren’t sure who it belonged to but you didn’t care at that point in time, you were just focused on getting Jongdae’s blood off of your skin.
You were rubbing so hard that your skin was becoming sore, no longer just scouring off the blood, you found that you were also trying to scrub away the emotional turmoil and physical pain that you had come face to face with in the short period of time you’d been here. Now you weren’t sure whether or not the blood washing away into the water was that which belonged to Jongdae or that which belonged to you and the new cuts and sores you were creating with the sponge.
Once you were sure that you were done, you pulled at the plug in the tub and had one last rinse down before jumping out. You saw a white bathrobe hanging on the back of the door and slipped into it before quietly making your way down the hallway. This time instead of going into Chanyeol’s room, you had found yourself in Baekhyun’s and were rummaging through his wardrobe before you found a navy blue baggy T-shirt and a grey pair of shorts. You didn’t know what to do after that; you were slightly lost you didn’t know where to go, you couldn’t go back to that room, you’d probably get attacked again, so instead you just curled into a ball under Baekhyun’s desk and feel asleep there.


                                                            ***

That morning you weren’t woken by the beautiful cliché, fairytale sunlight peaking through the blinds, but instead you were greeted with a piercing scream. Your eye’s shot open and you looked to your right seeing a half naked Baekhyun standing there in his boxers, attempting to cover himself with his hands. You shut your eyes tight, covering them with your fingers.

“Y/N, what the heck are you doing here?! Get –get out!” He threw a pillow at you under his desk and wrapped his body with the duvet. He didn’t need to tell you twice, you scrambled to your feet and ran out of his room, not turning back as you apologised running down the corridor.

Your next point of call was the kitchen, you were starving and your rumbling stomach was telling you that it was time to eat, but when you go there you were alone with the last past person on earth that you wanted to be with. Kyungsoo.
Catching each other’s eyes, you quickly averted your gaze down to your feet and shuffled along to the fridge, looking through the shelves you saw a yoghurt and granola pot, it looked more than appetising so you grabbed it, taking a spoon out from a draw nearby and sat at a stool. The silence in the room was deadly, it was thick and could be cut with a knife. You did everything in your power to not look up and over at Kyungsoo, he seemed a lot better than he was yesterday. He still wore his signature unbothered pissed off expression but the hurt was no longer evident.

“Sorry.” You heard him mumble from across the table. You looked up at him in confusion knitting your brows together, surely you had heard incorrectly.
“What?!” he spat slamming his hand down onto the counter top. “Don’t act like you didn’t hear me. I’m not repeating myself.”
Gosh this man was stubborn you thought to yourself.

“Sorry… I was just shocked.” You mumbled, shovelling your yoghurt into your mouth.

“I’m man enough to know when I’ve made a mistake.” He rolled his eyes, his features softening slightly for the first time ever, making you raise your head in awe. He moved his head forward, narrowing his eyes slightly as he did, peering at you.

“What’s that on your neck?” He asked you, pointing his finger below your chin.

“Oh that.” You brought your fingers up to your neck and traced lightly above the cuts left behind. “Minseok —”

“No not the cuts, I’ll already know I was there remember.” He cut you off ignoring your statement, “I’m talking about those bruises. I didn’t know Jongin was into that weird kinky shit.” A look of disgust lingering on his face.

“Oh that… It wasn’t Jongin. It was Sehun.”

“Sehun? I didn’t know he was into that shit either. You’ve only known us for 2 minutes and you’re trying to get with everyone in the house. Wow you really are a whore. Jongdae wasn’t wrong.” He scoffed. You shook your head; you had enough of being called a whore, you were anything but that.

“No it’s not like that, I don’t like Sehun! He’s a fucking psycho! He strangled me, I was in that room and he got mad then he strangled me.”

“Oh he did? Of course Sehun did. Good, you deserved it.” Kyungsoo stared straight at you, gracing you with a twisted smile and rising up from his seat. “I don’t know what you thought you were doing waltzing into that room in the first place.”

“I didn’t just waltz into it.” You raised your voice defending yourself. “Baekhyun took me there.”

“You’re such a dirty liar Y/N. The only place lying will get you in this house is dead.” His face returned back to its usual expression and he started walking slowly out of the kitchen.
You had enough of the men in this house, but you knew you were stuck here so you had to endure it whether or not you wanted to. You sat there silently on your own finishing your pot of yoghurt when you heard someone else come into the room. Was it too much to ask for a moment’s peace?

“Can I speak to you please?”

It was Yixing he looked tired and pale, unlike you had seen him before and it was quite shocking to say the least. You nodded your head slowly.
“Actually maybe we can get out of this house for a while, what do you think I mean you’ll have to change first and put a mask and cap on, we can’t have anyone you know seeing you.” Your eyes widened with excitement, the thought of getting out of this hell hole for even just a second setting your heart racing with exhilaration and pleasure, you jumped up from your seat and walked over to him. You didn’t know what he wanted to talk about, but anything was worth it in exchange for a little taste of freedom, even if it was temporary.

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The weather outside was grey and really nothing special, but to you it felt like paradise, when you realised that you hadn’t been outside for a couple of days now, you were wondering whether or not this was actually doing you any good since you’d be cooped back inside again soon and may end up more depressed after reliving everything that you were missing all over again. You took a quick glance over at Yixing and although he was pale and sweaty he looked so much more handsome in natural daylight. The sun was hidden behind the clouds, and yet his dark hair glistened and had a beautiful kind of sheen to it.

“Wow this is nice. I haven’t been out in the day for a while. This is nice right?” He looked to his right, down at you. You nodded meekly, things were still awkward between the two of you and him acting like nothing happened was making the tension even worse the air between the two of you was thick and you were sure he was aware of it just as much as you were. He sighed heavily and began to speak.

“Look I’m sorry I was rude to you yesterday. I’m aware me and Baekhyun are the only ones ‘you have’ right now. So I shouldn’t have acted that way, but I felt a bit let down. You not taking my advice and everything, I felt like I was wasting my time talking to you. Also you defied me. That’s something I can’t stand.”

“I didn’t purposefully find Jongin and have a conversation with him; he practically dragged me to his room.” You frowned, angry that Yixing thought it was his business anyway. “Besides he didn’t seem that bad to me regardless.”
Yixing stopped in his tracks sneering at you and shaking his head.

 “You know nothing about Jongin. But if you want to hang out with him fine, you can do whatever you want.” He continued walking ahead of you, angry at this point. “Hurry up and don’t fall back!”

You arrived at a clothes shop on the corner of a high street that you did not even know existed. Yixing handed you a card that didn’t belong to him. “Go and pick stuff that you need and be quick about it.” He huffed crossing his hands over his chest tapping his foot on the floor impatiently. Nodding once, you rushed off down the aisles of the shop in search of clothing items that you needed

 “You’re sure that’s all, because you’re not coming back here anytime soon. The others don’t even know we’re here right now.” He said pointing at the bag in your hand and taking the card out of the other.

“Actually Yixing, I was wondering if we could go next door.”

“What for?” he frowned, creases on his forehead appearing from nowhere.  

“It was a health and beauty store.”

“Yeah, I know that. But you won’t need any makeup around the house. Trust me the last thing us guys give a shit about is the way you look.”

“Actually I umm… I need to pick up some sanitary towels.”

“Oh…” His face went straight; he nodded not saying another word and following you out of the clothes store to the store next.

Once in the store you hurriedly picked up some sanitary towels and popped them in your basket, you thought some makeup wouldn’t hurt too since you were already in the store, you already felt shit about being locked up in that house, the least you could do was doll yourself up to get yourself into a better mood. You quickly payed for all of the items in the basket and walked over to Yixing who was waiting for you by the door. He was paler than ever, sweating and panting for breath.

You hung your head in embarrassment handing him over the card. “Alright Yixing, I know that was awkward and stuff but it wasn’t that bad you don’t have to act like that.”

He shook his head at you. “No that’s not it.” He said breathlessly, “that’s –that’s not why… agh shit..aghh…”He pressed his fingers against the right side of his rib cage and winced in pain. “Let’s –let’s go back, you’re done right?”

“Yeah but, Yixing are you okay?” You lifted up his shirt to find a slit under his breast bone. You blinked twice out of shock and lowered his shirt. “Oh my gosh Yixing, what the –why haven’t you got Baekhyun to do anything about that?”

“It’s nothing. I’ll be fine”

“That’s not nothing. Have you seen how deep that is? Goodness you need to get that stitched up and treated Yixing.”

“No I can’t, not now. They need to focus on Jongdae. This can wait; he’s the priority right now. He needs Baek’s undivided attention.” He breathed in sharply and winced in pain again.

“This isn’t okay you look like you’re at deaths door. You need –”

“Just leave it Y/N okay! If you tell anyone else I won’t be responsible for what I do to you next!”
Even through his pain he was still capable of glaring at you and threatening you. He was supposed to be the nice one out of the bunch. It made you wonder just how bad Chanyeol was at times. Sighing out, you nodded your head and walked slowly back home allowing him to use your frame to support his weight.

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Quite a while later you made it back to the house.
“I think I need to sit down” Yixing wheezed, nodding you walked to the kitchen with him. Minseok was there, eating an apple on the seat closest to you and Yixing.
“Yo, Minseok move down one will you? I have a headache” Yixing breathed slowly, shifting his weight from your shoulder to his feet, but as he did so, you saw his eyes roll backwards and he collapsed to the ground.

“Shit!” Minseok shouted running up from his seat and kneeling down beside Yixing. “Xing! Yixing wake up!” But there was still no reply, he lay there motionless, his skin whiter than before, if that was even possible.  Minseok looked up at you through angry eyes.

“Where the fuck have you two been and what the fuck did you do to him bitch?!”

2

Name: I always am here.
Pairing: Crowley x reader
Summary: the reader and Crowley were in a relationship for some time, but the reader stopped it, looking for something more in life. After Crowley gets almost killed helping Winchesters, they ask her to take care of him. As she does so, they talk.

“Ok…” you sit in front of Crowley and look at his bleeding face, trying to convince yourself you are not feeling like those wounds hurt you no less than they hurt him. “It’s gonna hurt.”

“Hello to you too, Y/N,” Crowley smiles at you, knowing that you are trying to act like nothing happened. “How are you doing?”

“Pretty bad right now. Come here,” you carefully take a wet towel and start washing the blood of his face. You have to rinse the towel a few times until his face resembles his usual one - swollen and still bleeding, but at least without the dry blood stuck to the skin and eyebrows. “Lord, you look bad.”

“God has nothing to do with my face, and you know it. All about your Winchesters,” you sigh and nod, putting some ice in the towel and gently pressing it against the biggest bruise on his jaw. Crowley hisses, as the water touches the bleeding flesh, and you apologize, trying to calm him (and yourself) down.

“Dean said you got stabbed… Let me get your suit,” you slowly help him take the suit off and unbutton the black shirt, as you realize that it absorbed so much blood, its weigh increased a few times. You drop the shirt in the bloody water and stare at the blood that leaves the shirt to change the color of the water from light red to the actual color of blood. “Oh… Crowley… Why would you do that to yourself?”

“It was the only way to get those two morons out of trouble,” Crowley answers simply, as you take a look at the deep wound that goes through his shoulder. Which is probably the only reason why he is still breathing, and you wonder how he still hasn’t passed out. “Also, I wanted you to stay safe,” you freeze, convincing yourself that he didn’t mean to say it.

“Ok, that is deep, but I can sew it up,” you lean towards the table to get the painkiller and quickly inject him with it. “How are you not yelling now? It must hurt pretty badly.”

“It does. I just am really not used to pain. It is uncomfortable,” you see how his face twists in pain.

“I am sorry,” you quickly sterilize the wound and cover it with a bandaid, carefully stroking his shoulder, trying to keep his attention away from the pain. “Shhh… Boy, you are strong.”

“You already know that, love,” Crowley smiles again, leaning back in the chair, as you tie a bandage around his chest, doing your best not to blush.

“Crowley, I said I needed time,” you sigh, sitting down by his side and looking at your hands. Crowley rests his hand on top of yours, gently stroking your fingers.

“I know, love. I know. I am simply saying… If you want to come home, I can always give you a lift,” you look away, knowing that you want to go home more than anything in the world. And you know that he is reading your mind right now because Crowley slowly pulls your hand closer, covering it with his fingers. “Y/N.”

“Crowley, I…”

“Need space?” he grins, as you nod a hundred times in a second. “You don’t really have to run away from me, you know,” Crowley leans forward, raising one hand to lift your chin and make you look at him. He is smiling at you, slowly stroking your skin with a thumb.

“I know.”

“Come here,” Crowley slowly pulls you closer, not taking his eyes off you, as you lean forward. At some point, Crowley grins and simply pulls you in a kiss, holding your face with both hands and not letting you move away. “You are coming home with me, Y/N.”

“I am?” he nods and laughs. “Yes, I am.”

The Tale of Two-Toed Tom, the Demon Gator

In the early 1900s, in the swamps of the southeastern United States the region was held besieged by what was reported as a gargantuan, demonic alligator, which left in its wake mauled dead bodies and its curious two-toed footprints. This is the tale of Two-Toed Tom, the demon gator of the southeast.

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“my king” requested

it was a wet, dreary, cold morning as the cloud covered sun tried to shine down on you all, struggling to let any ray of warmth touch your skin.

but, it was cold for many other reasons, aside from the chillful air that surrounded wessex.

it felt all the more colder, because of the state your heart was in.

for many months- no, years, you’d known you were in love with him, you knew that you could love him better than most, you knew you could satisfy him better than any other woman. you knew, you always knew.

the problem you ask?, he was your king, and you?, his slave.


king harald finehair, what could you say about the man?, he was powerful, handsome, brutal, cunning, and very, very smart.

but that, was what people saw on the outside.

the harald you knew, was no king, but a man wanting love.

he favored you over all his slaves. from the moment he met you, he knew he could rely on you, trust you with every little secret.

you were just a young woman when he had taken you as a slave, bought you, actually, from a terrible man, you couldn’t have been more thankful.
you half expected your first day as haralds slave to be filled with you pleasuring his men, one by one, satisfying them to the last drop. but no, instead, you were told by harald that you would be forever by his side, that no man would ever touch you, not even him.

he trusted you with every inch of his being.

as time went on you learned so much of the handsome man who’d taken you in and treated you as an equal, learned so many things you’d never dare to speak of.

why did you do this?, because you fell in love with him.

sad, really. to be in love with someone whom you couldn’t have. he was high harald finehair, on search to become king of all Norway, in search to wed and bare children.
and in his eyes, he had found the right woman.

of course it wasn’t you, it was the beautiful princess ellisif.
and this hurt you to your very core. why?, why couldn’t he see that YOU could love him, YOU could bare his children. why?.

but when he told you of her, all you did was smile and cheer him on.

like you usually did.

as of right now you had raided with him along with the viking army, to aid the lothbrok brothers in their quest to avenge their fathers death.

and the whole time, you stuck by harald, your king. you did everything you could to please him, you made sure his clothes were washed, made sure his skin was clean, braided his hair anytime he needed, you did all these things even though he never asked you to.

“why?, because you loved him.

but, a few days ago, something had ruined you, ruined and beat you down until you felt like you were the lowest dirt below the vikings feet.

princess ellisif and her husband, earl vik, had made an appearance, once again showing up to belittle your chance of ever being with harald.

but hold on one moment……husband?.

she promised she would wait for him, promised that once he became king, she’d marry HIM.

this just pissed you off more and more. you could see it on your masters face as he talked to her, the hurt that graced his beautiful features made you hurt. how dare she!?, how dare she manipulate him like that!.

you were never one for bad language, but, what a bitch.

you now were walking, walking in a little clearing whilst enjoying nature, wondering what it would be like if you were of higher title. would harald have wanted to marry you instead of ellisif.

it all made your eyes swell with tears.

when you heard loud, fast approaching footsteps you brushed them away.

“(y/n)!”. you turned and seen that it was none other then haralds brother, halfdan, wearing a smug but concerned look….it startled you to see that he was covered in blood.

“h-halfdan?, what-”. but before you could finish your sentence he cut you off, grabbing at your hand.

“no time, it’s harald” halfdan said, making your blood run cold. he didn’t have to say anything else, you ran with halfdan, possibly faster than him, you needed to find your king. you HAD to find him.

halfdan made a stop at a large tent that you recognized to be haralds. you went to rush in, but halfdan stopped you.

“he’s dazed, love. not himself, he couldn’t even talk to me. be careful”.

his words didn’t faze you, you knew how harald could be, but ould he ever do that towards you?, never.
you slowly walked in, shutting the flap to the tent as you did so.

harald was sitting on his makeshift bed, shirt off, blood covering his body, much more so then halfdan. he was holding his head in his hands, not moving, not even breathing it looked like.

you walked over as slowly as you could, making your steps loud so it wouldn’t startle him. finally, you made it in front of him.

you crouched down on your knees, facing him. your gentle hands moved up and slowly peeled his hands away from his face.

you expected anger, you expected such a powerful rage to wash over him. but no, there was anger yes, but pain was more evident as small tears gathered in your king’s eyes.

“harald” you called out softly, wanting for him to look at you, but he didn’t, he couldn’t. you moved in closer, basically between his legs and kissed both of his hands, then pressed them to your face.

“harald, please look at me” you whispered, voice shaky and small. he then looked at you, the tears never escaped his beautiful blue eyes.

“she betrayed me, why?,  i thought……i thought she wanted me”.

your words then came out angry, but passionate.

“she is a fool not to want you, harald. a stupid fool who never deserved your love in the first place” you said, making his lips quirk up in a small smile.

he then turned more serious, his hands now holding your cheeks.

“halfdan killed her…..she was trying to kill me, but i hadn’t realized”.

his words sent a wave of shock down your spine.you spared a glance at your king and it saddened you even more to see him look right at you with an emotion you could only call despair.

but his next words…it surprised you.

“but i realized that halfdan was right. if she truly would have wanted me, why would she have married another?, and i knew there was a reason as to why you hated her so much” he said  making you both chuckle.

you shook your head at him, but you still couldn’t help but feel for him.
“i’m…i’m so sorry harald”.

“no, do not be sorry, love. none of this was your doing.  you even warned me about her, (y/n)” he said, stroking his thumb over your cheek bone, making you smile.

you then stood, walking over to the basen in the corner and grabbed a cloth and wrung it out in the water.

you walked back over to him and went to crouch back down in front of him on the floor, but harald had other plans.

he sighed and laid back and grabbed your hips, placing you on top of him, legs on both sides of his hips.  you sighed and shook your head.

“you’re full of surprises, harald finehair” you said, careful not to move too much. harald hummed and placed his hands behind his head as you started to clean the blood from his body.

you could tell it was still hurting him, you could always tell what he was feeling, ever since you met him.

you gently started to drag the cloth over his skin, dragging it up and down his chest. harald groaned when you had hit a cut that had been on his shoulder for months. but you or him didn’t say a word. it was quiet, until he started talking so faintly it almost hurt your ears.

“i still remember the first time i seen you”. his words caused you to stutter your movements. you looked into his eyes which were staring so fondly into yours.

“you looked so beautiful. so radiant. and when your eyes met mine, i knew i had to have you”  harald muttered, you continued to move your hands upon his skin, washing the blood away from his smooth marble flesh, but still stared at him.

“i knew that no man was allowed to touch you, i knew you were so faithful. i knew you’d never leave me, you believed in me when no one else did, you cared. but why?” he asked.

you sighed and slipped off his body, walking to the basen and threw the bloody cloth in the water. his skin was clean now, glowing from the small ray of sunlight that had finally broken through the clouds, coming through the tent.

you fisted your dress between your fingers tightly, worried that your words would make this whole situation worse.

“because, i seen a light in you, harald. i seen so much power in you, a drive that made me feel something divine. you gave me my old self back, and i will never be able to thank you, harald” you said, walking back over to him.

you slid behind his sitting up form and pressed your chest against his back. he hummed lowly and turned his towards you.

“and……..because i love you, harald” you whispered, eyes closing as you said this.

the words hung in the air, the silence so thick you could cut it with a knife. after the words left your mouth, you immediately regretted saying anything.

embarrassment and humiliation flooded your veins, how could you have been so stupi-

harald had moved a hand up and wrapped his fingers in your hair, keeping your head oh so close to his.

“i love you” he whispered.

you sat there not knowing what to do. you weren’t even sure you had heard him correctly.
“i hadn’t known until….until last night. i always felt something towards you, but i hadn’t known what the feelings were, but then i realized how mush you were there for me, you cared for me more then any other woman could”.

his words filled a happiness so bright within you, you finally felt complete and whole. you almost cried out.

you slipped your hands around his body, hand running over his broad chest. you moved in closer, lips brushing against his ear. you honestly wondered where this newfound confidence came from.

“let me give you my body, harald. let me give you everything you deserve”.

your words made him groan lightly, shifting where he sat.

he turned around fully and grasped your by your hips, gently laying you down on your back. he then moved on top of you his hands softly massaging your hip bones.

he then placed his full body weight on you, causing a delicious ache between your legs.

you wrapped both arms around his neck, legs caging his waist.

“use me, harald. use me” you whispered, his mouth just meters from yours. he then just leaned in and kissed your bottom lip, not kissing you fully.

you smiled widely, and kissed him, him smiling with you.

his mouth was so hot, so perfectly wet against yours. your lips moved in such harmony, you’d felt as if you’d been doing this forever.
the sunlight poured in heavily now, making the room hot and stuffy, the cool furs beneath you feeling smooth as silk against your bare arms.

his tongue slowly slipped between your lips, brushing against yours. it felt so euphoric to be here, laying under him.

he then started pulling the straps of your dress down. your velvet skin glowing in the soft glow that floated about the room.

he peeled the dress off of your body and moaned at the sight of you. you groaned loudly when he placed his large rough hand over your breast.

“harald” you moaned, eyes fluttering shut. you thrusted your hips up, your whole body was begging to be filled. you could already feel the wet slick gathering between your thighs.

“so sensitive. my pretty girl” he whispered leaning down to kiss your neck, you keened lowly and tightened your grip on his neck. every little movement that came from you made him kiss you harder and deeper.

your hand then slowly trailed down his body, down to his hips and tugged on his trousers, massaging the newly revealed skin.

the sight of his hard prick made you moan louder, wondering if he was even going to fit.

he decided to slide his hand down your body, following your lead, and made his way to your hot sex.

his feather light touch on you caused you to whine, and grip his wrist. you wanted him in you, but not like this.

“harald, iv’e been doing that for months, i don’t want fingers anymore, i want your cock” you whispered. 

your confession made him close his eyes and lick his lips.

“what are you doing tome?” he asked more so to himself then you.

you smiled gently and gripped his cock in your small fist and guided him to you.

you were practically shaking when he bumped your entrance. he looked so ready, in such a frenzy to be in you. this was what you had wanted, to please your king, to love your king.

he silently asked if you were sure. your answer?, slipping him inside of you.

you both groaned loudly, your tight walls welcoming him ever so tightly and gripping him still.

his cock was being squeezed so deliciously, held in a wet and warm embrace.

“yes, yes, yes” you chanted, feeling him twitch and slide even deeper.

when he bottomed out is when you both opened your eyes.

you both sat frozen, panting already even though you two hadn’t even moved. you wrapped your shaky arms around his neck as his hand grabbed one thigh and wrapped it around his waist, keeping it there.

finally, he moved.

this little thrust, caused something to awaken in the both of you. something so powerful, so feral, so dirty, so……animal.

he hissed when he thrust again, eyes never leaving each others. chests sliding together, hips bumping against one another.

it was slow but oh so rough. him dragging his body against yours, cock barely just sliding out, but forcing it’s way deeper.

your eyes could barely stay open at this point, but you bit your lip and made them open. harald placed a hand around your throat, barely applying any pressure, he stroked his thumb over your jugular.

“so good, so tight for me, love” he grunted, his head connecting with yours, lips just on the edge of touching.

“gods, harald!” you whimpered, clenching around him. your orgasem was fast approaching, and you hated it, you wanted this too last so much longer.

harald knew this, but wanted to see and feel you cum, he too was near the end. he let go of your thigh and started to rub your clit roughly.

“let go, my love. i’m not done with you after” he promised making you cry out, tears pooling in your eyes from the most amazing pleasure you had ever felt.

you were shaking, shivering, sweating, moaning, and convulsing around him. he never knew a woman to be so responsive to him.

“please, love. let me cum in you, let me make you mine” he growled thrusting faster.

your sex finally clamped down on him and brought you to your peak.

you came with a shout of his name, scratching your nails down his back, stopping at his hips. that caused him to release all on it’s own.

you could feel it pool inside you, so much so that some had dripped down your thighs, painting them white.

you had arched so high from the bed that harald had to wrap a arm around your waist and kept you both still as he released every once he had left in him.

you both laid comepltely still on that bed, harald was now laying on your chest, listening to your still fast beating heart.

you had left your arms wrapped around his neck, smoothing the hair from his face.

“you are mine. you are no longer a slave, you will have a place beside me, on the throne, at the table, and in my bed. you are mine” he whispered, rubbing the skin of your hips.

you hummed lowly, and gasped drowsily as he kissed your ribs softly.

“i love you”.

you could finally sense a peace within your king, a peace that you had been wanting to see for a long, long time. and it had come from you, his little slave.

“and i love you, my king”.


i apologize for this horrible shit,  this was requested from the sweet and kind @anzoh! sorry i butchered your awesome idea!! <3 but thanks again fro requesting (probably never going to get another after this mes) lol lots of love and thanks from me

It’s The Concussion

“Eyes open!” Joe snapped, and I let out a sigh before dragging my eyes open.

“I was just blinking.” I grumbled, looking over at my boyfriend, who’s staring over at me.

“Blinking doesn’t last that long, Y/N.”

“Can’t I just close them for a few minutes?” I can’t help but whine, my eyelids feeling heavy.

“You know what the doctor said, you have to stay awake for so long. Once that time is up, I’ll let you sleep.”

“That’s just cruel.”

“That’s the rules of a concussion.” Joe replied, smiling lightly. “I know you’re tired, love. But that’s the concussion, not you. Just a few more hours and you’ll be allowed to sleep.”

“Fine,” I sighed, “Then can you at least close the blinds? I’m getting a headache.”

“On it.” He nodded, jumping to his feet to do ask I had asked.

I watched him as he moved around the room, the light fading slightly, but I could still see him occasionally glancing over at me.

Joe was wonderful, and I loved him, but there were times where he was almost too wonderful.

Much like with this lovely concussion I had managed to acquire. It was stupid really, me slipping on Caspar’s transformed floor. I had been careful, but not careful enough. And at first, we had waved it off, until the boys realized I was forgetting things only moments after they had occurred and I was complaining about the lights. Then they grew concerned and shipped me off to the hospital.

I don’t think Joe’s stopped watching me since.


Hours later, and he was still keeping up with the doting concern.

I did appreciate it, because I knew how serious a concussion could be, and was thankful for him keeping me awake, no matter how much my eyes wanted to close. But I was also getting annoyed.

Because he wasn’t letting me do anything.

“I can get my own bloody water.” I swatted at his hands as he tried to keep me sat on the bed.

“You shouldn’t be moving, Y/N.”

“It’s a concussion, Joe. Not a broken leg!” I snapped.

“I know, but you should be resting.” Joe continued softly, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Of course he wouldn’t take my annoyance seriously, because the doctor had explained that irritability came with a concussion.

“A person can only rest so much. And if I have to keep sitting here, I’m going to fall asleep.” I finally manage to stand, shooting him a look as he tries to move closer, “But someone won’t let me go to sleep.”

“Because you aren’t allowed!” Joe followed me through the flat and into the kitchen, always near me.

“Can you please give me some space?”

“No.”

“Ohmigosh, Joe!” I exploded, “I’m not a freaking piece of porcelain! I can manage to get water myself! You don’t have to watch me for every bloody second! So just…back off!”

Apparently my words got to him that time, because his mouth closed into a tight line and his shoulder’s tensed up.

“Sorry for being concerned.” He replied tightly, “I’ll just leave you be then.” He nodded once before spinning on his heel and walking out of the kitchen, leaving me standing there, my body flooding with guilt.

“Well, shit.” I said to no one, leaning against the counter.


I knocked softly on the door to Joe’s office, cracking it open.

“Joe?”

“What?” I opened the door further to see him sitting at his desk, staring blankly at the darkened computer screen in front of him.

“I came to apologize.”

“No,” He sighed, swinging the chair around to face me. “You don’t have to apologize.”

“But I do.” I told him, walking over to where he’s sat, smiling when he holds his arms open. I slip onto his lap, relaxing into his body. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

“I should have give you a little breathing room.”

“We both suck at this caring for someone and being cared for, don’t we?”

“Apparently.” He laughed softly, his thumb rubbing circles into my thigh. “How are you feeling?”

“Still tired. But either than that, I’m honestly fine.” I tilt my head back to look at him, offering him a gentle smile.

“Does you’re head still hurt?” Joe questioned, his eyes darting to the side of my head briefly.

“I mean, kind of. Mostly just a headache from the lights.”

“Then how about we go lay in our bedroom with the lights off and the blinds closed?”

“I thought I wasn’t allowed to sleep.”

He glances over at the clock before smiling at me, “Good news. We’re past that point. You are officially allowed to sleep.”

“Oh thank gods,” I mutter, my feet falling to the floor as I stand. “I’m bloody exhausted. Let’s go to bed.” I tell him, tugging at his hand.

Laughing, Joe allows me to pull him up from the chair, his arms wrapping around me. “A nap sounds lovely right now.”

“Nap?” I scrunch up my nose, walking with him towards the door, “Babe, I plan on sleeping until the next day.”

“What about food?”

“Fine, we’ll wake up briefly for food, and then go back to sleep.”

“Now I know you’re feeling better.”

Can’t hate you – Not even a little bit

Title: Can’t hate you – Not even a little bit

Pairing: Jaime Lannister x female!Reader

Word Count: ~4.1k

Warnings: h/c, angst, mentioning of incest (Jaime/Cercei)

Request: Hiya x Can i request a fic that’s kind of based on “she’s all that” with Jon snow x Reader. Like Jon and his friends are playfully arguing about who is the best with women and they end up betting Jon that he can’t seduce the reader. So he sets out to seduce her, they genuinely fall in love but then the reader finds out that she was a bet and is heart broken and Jon feels so guilty. But they manage to resolve it and the angst ends in fluff? Thanks so much lovie! || We agreed that it would be Jaime instead of Jon. He’s arrogant and technically in a secret relationship. Him openly courting someone to distract from his affair and then falling for her.

(A/n: Sorry it took a while but I wanted this to be perfect. J)


“Killing everyone who thinks we’re fucking really doesn’t make them any less suspicious” Jaime wore his characteristic smile, not a care in the world but his sister slowly undressing. Red always had done wonders for her, complementing the beautiful blonde hair and her soft white skin. Immediately Jaime forgot that he had attempted to talk business, all his hands wanted to do was wander where her skin was the softest.

“How about you let me worry about that?” Cercei had always prided herself in being the smart one in this relationship, the smartest of the three Lannister children really. In that her arrogance was almost as grand as Jaime’s own.

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Key Midwestern Gothic tropes: endless fields stretching out to the horizon, location-based alienation, strange sounds and lights coming from the woods outside of town, harsh winters, tiny towns where everyone knows everyone else’s business, churches with blazing light in the dark and signs proclaiming the end of the world, bodies buried in backyards where they will never be found, and the neverending feeling that something is very wrong.

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