but he keeps himself in check. there's no time for that right now

Masterpost of Cryptic Shit from The Adventure Zone

Because damn Griffin’s given us a lot of mysteries to work with. (Excerpts from the show under the cut.)

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So there’s this long list of prompts, and I love all of them, so I’m going to do a bunch of them completely unprompted.

Number One: “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”


“I can’t believe this is your dirty secret.”

Boyd raised his eyebrows, adjusting his belt. “What did you think it was?”

“I don’t know, scrapbooking? Ballroom dance? Secret piccolo prodigy?” Stiles tried to shimmy the massive wedgie out of his buttcrack, but it just slipped in further. God damn it. He was wearing way too many layers to go after it, at least two of them chainmail.

“Piccolo?” Boyd’s tone itself wasn’t threatening, but picking up a broadsword and sheathing it on his belt certainly was. It was much bigger than Stiles’ sword, that was for sure.

“Come on, dude. Do you really not see the irony of a literal werewolf LARPing? And not as a werewolf? You wouldn’t even need prosthetics!”

“It’s not roleplaying if you’re just being yourself.”

“Okay, but why roleplay when you’re already a badass? Let’s face it, if anyone here should be roleplaying, it’s the pack human who doesn’t have superpowers.”

“They aren’t superpowers!” Derek’s usual reflex response came from behind the curtain, and then he added, “Are you sure you didn’t give me Kira’s outfit?”

Boyd rolled his eyes like they were the ones being unreasonable here. “Yes, I’m still sure. Come out.”

Stiles couldn’t actually hear it, but it was like a sixth sense by now; he knew Derek sighed before yanking back the crookedly hanging sheet that served as a dressing room in a corner of their massive canvas pack tent.

“So, the skirt is supposed to be this short.”

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anyway have some peraltiago headcanons following the proposal im not even putting this under a read more suffer like i did (@elsaclack made me do it)

  • listen okay jake and amy aren’t really sure how they end up at shaw’s it’s all kind of a blur after boyle faints there’s definitely lots of making out and forehead touches while grinning at each other and crying and they probably broke like 7 laws driving to shaw’s bc jake can’t keep his eyes off of amy long enough and they show up 40 minutes late
  • is the rest of the squad even at shaw’s???? who knows not them they cant keep their eyes (and hands) off of each other (the rest the squad kinda migrates away after an hour anyway theres only so many times they can stomach jake and amy kissing in one night) (rosa drags charles out with her)
  • theyre not even like dying to have sex tho like thats not it they just cant believe its real like theres a real life honest to god ring on amy’s finger and it looks so pretty in all of the different kinds of light and she cant help but spin it around her finger (neither can jake he hasnt let go of her hand bc he loves feeling the ring press against his fingers he’s squeezing so tightly its kinda painful and sharp but it just reminds him that all of this is real) (he can’t wait to get his own ring and have it clink against hers)
  • its surreal that they get to do this for the rest of their lives i mean there was never any doubt that they wouldnt but now it’s official and when amy looks over at jake every other second to check that this is still happening she always catches him grinning right back at her so she leans up and kisses him bc its different now its all a part of the next stage of their lives and she can taste the happiness on his lips (its super hard to figure out how to makeout when they cant stop laughing into each others mouths)
  • its like theyre frozen in time honestly has there ever been anything more beautiful than amy santiago it seems largely impossible bc she only seems to get prettier with every second jake stares at her (which is every second)
  • its also like time is slipping away though bc there’s this incredible urgency to spend every moment like it counts like at any second someone’s going to come and rip it all away (its happened before oc and jake doesnt like the thoughts creeping up in the back of his mind bc this is their night this is the rest of their lives but he’s woken up to enough nightmares of amy falling out of his grasp) so they can’t get enough of touching each other and laughing and looking at each other and kissing this is going to be a night they remember forever
  • amy likes running her fingers over jake’s face and through his hair and she memorized how he feels a long time ago but she’s so restless to get down every last detail of this night the way his eyes glisten and the redness in his cheeks from laughing and smiling and kissing and how messy his hair is from her fingers pulling him in for another kiss every second she goes without him (its every second every moment she needs him more than anything) his smile is wider than she’s ever seen and she traces her fingers over his lips and ghosts her lips over his skin and pulls him in again bc even when he’s right next to her he’s too far away
  • it takes them an hour to even make it past her doorway bc they cant stop laughing and grinning is this real is this happening amy can hear his proposal on repeat thru her mind and she’s breathless from kissing him for every word she remembers i love you you’re beautiful you’re the best detective will you marry me and she wants to say yes over and over again yes of course how could you doubt it
  • jake is shell shocked and tries to take his shoes off by the door but his hands are occupied around amy’s waist and her hips her back and her hair and her face bc she will not ever slip away from him again he’s going to make sure of it there is not one moment he wants to spend without her by his side ever again
  • i love you has been said so many times it has lost all meaning so they say it in other ways instead and in the tone of their voices and in the softness of their eyes and in the caresses of their hands and in the reverent way they linger after every kiss with their eyes still closed because sometimes feeling are more important than tangible things anyway
  • it’s around 5am when they finally get a chance to breathe normally and theyre face to face safe under the covers of their own bed and they havent felt even the slightest hints of sleep but theyve felt enough love to last the rest of their lives and beyond (and its good its perfect bc they actually get to love each other for the rest of their lives god jake would scream it from the rooftops if it didnt mean unentangling himself from amy)
  • theyre still trailing their fingers over each other and jake can feel the chill of the ring against his skin and its driving him crazy he’ll pick up her hand every once in a while and bring it to his lips just to stop the torture (but he always lets her go again amy knows exactly what she’s doing)
  • they spend the rest of the night (morning? they have lost all track of time theyve lost every sense except each other) talking just talking about the night and how they feel and what theyre going to do next
  • amy spends about half an hour already messily planning the wedding (theres a full binder under the bed but that would require leaving jakes arms and the little kisses he keeps pressing to her chest) and her words arent rly making sense bc she’s still on adrenaline and stuttering over the waves of pleasure as jakes hands ghost up and down her sides and it’s hard to talk when smiling so wide but she lays out everything as well as she can
  • jake is hanging off of every word she says really truly she’s put so much thought into this and them and him and he would give her anything she asked for he’d count every star in the sky one by one (one for everything he loves about her) if it meant spending the rest of his life with her (really truly he’s not sure what he ever did to deserve the woman in his arms)
  • their alarms go off when theyre still faintly giggling with fatigue finally washing over them but theyre too reluctant to end the day and put it in the past and too reluctant to stop looking at each other and god really the only way they manage to fall asleep at all is with the promise that they get to spend every day like this forever until death do them apart

alexdamnvers  asked:

destiel prompt if you want: au. witch!cas. dean (human) is a security guard at a museum, and at night cas sneaks in to get an bone for a spell. dean confronts him, but cas is too cute to arrest.

Hey, thanks! This one was a lot of fun :)

AO3

Castiel pulled the hood of his jacket up as he walked down the damp sidewalk, still wet from the rain, and crouched down next to the back door.

This was such a bad idea.

He shook his head and pursed his lips. No use in turning back after two weeks of deliberating.

After quickly glancing in both directions to make sure no one was heading in his direction (not that he was expecting anyone to at three in the morning), he shook the door handle.

Locked, obviously.

Castiel murmured a few words under his breath and blew a quick puff of air into the keyhole, smiling when he heard a satisfying click. The gears shifted into place.

The door only creaked a little when he opened it and slipped through.

The more steps that he took inside the museum, the more sure he was that this was a bad idea. When had he decided to live a life of crime?

He paused, taking a deep breath to calm himself. This wasn’t a life of crime. This was one crime that wasn’t even going to hurt anyone, and then he was going to call it a day -  forever.

As he quietly made his way through the dim hallways, he mentally ran through the list of ingredients that were needed for the spell. Most of them were easy enough to find, some would take a little bit of creativity, and one - the most important ingredient - had to be a bone shaving. Sure, he could have settled for some kind of fish bone he picked out of his dinner or something, but when it came to spells that helped you see into the future, the older the bone, the clearer the vision. The clearer the vision, the more his client was willing to pay.

And, well -

Castiel stopped as he turned the corner and looked up at the massive skeletal remains of a triceratops.

You couldn’t get much older than this.

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anonymous asked:

Okay but Shiro getting up one morning after a series of nightmares, and he's kind of out of it/not really there over breakfast, and Hunk goes to take away his (semi-full) plate and his eyes snap open and he grabs Hunk's wrist just a little too tight and he /snarls./ And there's that split second where he and the paladins realize what just happened. Like every time they uncover another facet of his PTSD, they know more about what he went through with the Galra.

It had been a bad night.

A very bad night.

Shiro was exhausted.  He tried his best to bite it back, focusing on keeping his back straight and his shoulders up.

But his eyelids were heavy. 

Blink.

The chaos of breakfast, familiar and warm.  Hunk teasing Keith, pulling a reluctant smile from him.  Lance and Pidge trading playful elbows (Pidge’s less playful) as they fought for the last not-quite-pancake.  Allura and Coran plotting out the day’s work, the mice chattering as Allura hand fed them morsels.

Blink.

The noise of the prisoners, brought out together and kept locked up, waiting for the arena battles.  Alien chatter, understood in practice but the echos of the chamber making them eerie and strange and unknown again.  The harsh whispers, drawing away from him, from the danger he represented.  Chitters of fears, low, nervous bluster.

No one wanted to be locked in a room with The Champion.  They wanted to face him even less.

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AU where bitty is on the lacrosse team and manages to keep the lax bros out of smh’s hair long enough that the boys start to get suspicious

word count: 1603

part 1 here


After what Bitty has been referring to in his own head as “The Incident” (with capital letters and all), things between the lax team and the hockey team are… Better? Naturally, Bitty couldn’t tell his team about what had happened, and in fact hadn’t even been pressured to; the teammates who’d been in the house at the time hadn’t even realized he was gone until he was strolling back through the door. So much for having each other’s backs, Bitty had mumbled to himself as he rolled out his pie crust.

But that had been nearly a month ago, and since then, the hockey team hadn’t been over even once to bang at the door with complaints– not even when the house had hosted a party two weeks ago and their music had been loud enough for the bass to be felt a full block away. It’s unusual behavior, and Bitty would be lying if he ever tried to say he isn’t curious about it. The way he sees it, they’re probably just feeling guilty over the whole kidnapping thing. Which is probably fair, all things considered, and Bitty appreciates their consideration. For the most part.

Despite the hockey team’s apparent peace with the lacrosse team, they do still seem a little spiteful. Either that, or Bitty is projecting his own spite onto them; he’s been sitting at the house’s kitchen table for a full two hours now, picking at a now cold tray of bagel bites as he tries to finish an essay. It’s not due until the next Monday, a fact that has Bitty thanking any and all gods who may exist, because there is no way in hell he can finish it tonight with the loud music blaring from across the street. Bitty keeps finding himself bouncing a leg to the beat and staring blankly at his laptop instead of actually writing, and after the fourth time, he finally sighs and slams the thing shut, sliding it perhaps too roughly into his backpack. He deposits the entire bag safely by the stairs before he heads out.

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anonymous asked:

hi its ur horror anon back from the dead i have a question :) ok so like let's say svt entered some horror movie universe i'm curious who do u think would fit which character tropes? like who would be the fool that reads the magic book of the dead out loud or who would think it's a good idea to split up, who still won't believe there's something wrong until literally seconds before they're murdered, u know those sort of things..

this is….the best au question i’ve ever received

  • seungcheol: the jock type of course. finds the secret chained-up basement and thinks it’s a GREAT idea to check it out. he’s inexplicably friends with the rest of them despite being infinitely more popular, firmly believes nothing is wrong and everyone’s going crazy, & probably dies bc he went off to have sex in the woods
  • jeonghan: you’d think he’s the one that gets fucked over w/ seungcheol in the woods but nah son, he’s the brainy one that tries finding a way to end whatever’s happening to them. he probably figures out how to solve everything right before he gets brutally killed
  • joshua: absolutely the clueless one that has no idea what’s happening until he dies. “guys those aren’t people creeping ominously around in the foreboding fog, it’s just deer or smth haha” “what’s with all that fake blood? pretending to be in a horror movie? haha wow your acting is rlly improving lmao y’all wild ok i’m gonna go read in my room for a bit w my headphones on” rip in fucking pieces, josh, you never saw it coming
  • jun: honestly? the one that gets fucked over bc he went to have sex w/ seungcheol in the woods. probably the one that survives the first encounter and runs to warn the others, heavily injured & traumatized forever. he would’ve lasted longer, honestly, if he didn’t get injured due to seungcheol’s libido fuCKING HIM OVER
  • soonyoung: he’s the king of stupid decisions. he’s the fuckhead that found the necronomicron and decided to read it out loud in a stupidly exaggerated voice, then when everything fell to shit he panicked & suggested for everyone to split up. he’s more insulted than scared that he’s going to die bc he stumbled through a paragraph of shitty latin in a half-assed british accent than anything else
  • wonwoo: dude. dude, what the fuck. dude, what the fuck. wonwoo’s not an idiot, he’s the most genre savvy of them all. he carries no loyalties, splits up when one of his dumbass friends gets too slow or too loud, sticks with jihoon or minghao, he doesn’t fuck around. he’s here to survive, and he’s not abt to let someone else’s (or his own) stupidity get in his way
  • jihoon: tired of everyone’s bullshit. he TOLD them not to go into that creepy ass basement. he TOLD soonyoung not to read that fucking demon book made of human skin or some inhuman shit like that. he TOLD them, and now look at him. he’s improvising weapons with broken beer bottles and kitchen knives tied to broom poles. he doesn’t have time for whatever demonic minion is trying to crawl out of satan’s asshole. he probably lasts the longest tbh, or dies bc he tripped over mingyu’s giant feet at a critical moment
  • mingyu: dude, he did nothing wrong. he’s a good kid. what did he do to deserve this? he dies from slipping on a puddle of blood or smth at the worst time and gets instantly fucked. at one point he probably says “we’Re aLL in thIS toGETHer” in a high-pitched, cracking voice as everyone starts making a break for it
  • seokmin: you’d think this sweet boy would die early on, but surprisingly he sticks around for a pretty long time. he’s not very smart in these types of situations, but he stays with jihoon, never leaves his side, and doesn’t get in the way. at one point manages to kill smth ugly and demonic with a shard of broken mirror & jihoon actually looks impressed
  • minghao: “fuck you & fuck you & fuck YOU” he’s lee jihoon’s most successful protege, except instead of trying to bash in the heads of everything that moves, he just wants to get the fuck out. he doesn’t waste time anywhere for anything. he teams up with vernon and together the two of them figure out a way to survive and escape
  • vernon: ok, but you KNOW he’s thought through scenarios for every horror trope imaginable a thousand times in his head. he may look chill but he has like 15 different contingency plans for zombies alone depending on location & number of people he’s with. he’s terrified but also highly gratified that his conspiracy theories are being validated. probably has a smug ass grin on his face even as he’s running for his life
  • seungkwan: hysterically screams anytime something is chasing him. like. bro. shut up. they’re only gonna know where you are if you keep shrieking like that. if you ran fast enough and far enough and hide they won’t find you bc they aren’t fucking omniscient so just shut the hell up seungkwan. minghao almost murders kwannie himself because of his big mouth
  • chan: bitch, you know he took the first bus outta there the second he saw signs of supernatural tomfoolery going on
Misconceptions-Chapter 5

I COULDN’T WAIT ANY LONGER!

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Natasha x Bucky, Platonic Tony x reader.

Warnings: ANGST. Pregnancy, violence, insecurity and self-loathing, Mutant reader (powers similar to Jean from X-men with a little immortality thrown in) smut. Tiniest amount of fluff

Originally posted by luvinchris

moye serdtse-my heart

Flashback:

His screams fracture the dream your having, searing into your mind, you have no defense against it, you sit bolt upright in bed, breathing heavily trying to pin point the danger, your sleep hazy mind taking its sweet time catching up with reality, it takes you a minute to realize the screaming is coming from Bucky’s room, you scramble out of bed, not bothering to find your pajama pants, you can feel his terror in your mind, seeping into your every pore as you run down the corridor to his bedroom, you slowly open the door, your heart shattering at the sight before you, Bucky’s back is arching off the bed, his hands fisted into the bed sheets, sweat pouring off him in waves, small whimpers leaving him in between screams, you know better than to approach him, instead you stand at the foot of the bed and gently call into his mind “Bucky, you’re dreaming” he relaxes slightly “moye serdtse, come back to me, you need to wake up” he gasps, one final scream leaving him as he flies out of bed into a defensive position, his eyes scan the room, landing on your form at the edge of the bed “I’m not going to hurt you Bucky, Take a deep breath” you say calmly, he closes the distance between you in two short strides, pulling you fiercely against his chest, he sobs into your hair “don’ please, don’ do that again, you can’ do that again, I need ya, please” you don’t bother asking him what he’s talking about, he’s not going to tell you, he never does “shh Buck. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. I promise” his hold on you tightens, “stay” he pleads “stay, I sleep better when you’re here” he’s staring at you with a look you can’t decipher “yeah buck” you reply “I’ll always stay with you”

Present:

 

“you have a baby” Bucky dumbly states “Where’s Tony?” you reply numbly making shushing noises at Adriana, “you have a baby (y/n), why do you have a baby?!” He asks, voice climbing with every syllable “Where.is.Tony” you spit out through clenched teeth “you left. In the middle of the FUCKING NIGHT AN’ YOU CAN’ EVEN TELL ME WHY THERES A BABY STRAPPED TO YA CHEST” oh man he’s mad. Oh shit he’s beyond angry “can you keep it down James? You’re scaring her” you hiss as Ari starts to wail “I do not owe you an explanation James, in fact I don’t owe you a single damn thing, so where. Is. Tony” you spit, “no, ya aint runnin’ out on me again doll, you an me are gonna discuss why there’s a child strapped to ya and why you left me. Right now,” he replies, calm, angry Bucky is not a good Bucky.” Left you? I did not leave you James, there was no us, you made that abundantly clear when you started dating Natalia, when you told me I was nothing but a mistake” you falter “so you can shove any notion of an explanation up your ass because you aren’t getting shit from me” he groans “look kitty, I know I hurt ya, I was a fuckin’ idiot an I’m sorry I really am, I tried ta talk ta ya but you would-“ “hurt me?” you cut him off “no James what you did was so far beyond the realm of hurting me it’s ridiculous” you whisper “you broke me James, and there isn’t anyway I’m coming back from that” he stares at you stunned as you push past him “and if you ever call me kitty again I will rip your throat out. With my teeth” you add as you make your way to Tony’s lab.

Bucky fucking Barnes your fuming, furious, your hands are shaking, Ari is screaming bloody murder as you unsuccessfully try and sooth her, your running through every curse word in every language that you know, you’re covered in blood, running high on adrenaline and anger and you’re going to murder Tony.

“you better be in here Stark” you yell, hearing various implements crash to the floor “Kitty? Jesus, I got your message what the hell happened out there kid? How did they find you? You were secure!” he asks, frantically checking you and Ari for any injuries “I don’t know T, I did as you asked, I made no friends, I didn’t go out unnecessarily, you said you had the threat under control?” you’re so, so tired “I did, I had no indication that HYDRA knew where you were there’s been no chatter. Not a peep” he says “you okay kid? You’re looking like shit” he adds. “I had a run in with Bucky on the way up and I’m dead ass tired, Ari nearly got taken and right now I wanna wake up from this obvious fucking nightmare I’m having” silent tears are running down your face, you don’t notice “you need sleep Kitty cat, give the baby to me I can take care of the little monster while you get cleaned up and rest, I’ll send out for supplies and clothes” you breathe out a sigh “you sure T?” “yes, now give me my goddaughter, you’re of no use to either of us in the state you’re in” you bark out laugh “such a charmer you are Tony” you reply as you unstrap Ari “she needs to eat, she missed her feeding, and a bath won’t hurt her either” you add. “you got it mama” he winks.

Flashback:

(y/n) you need to get out. Now” Tony barks through the phone “I intercepted HYDRA intel, they know where you are and that you’re pregnant, we need to move you” panic, Blind searing panic “how? Why? I don’t understand T, I’m inconsequential” you breathe into the receiver “I’m not important enough for them to come after me T” you take a breath “what the fuck is going on?”

“I wish I knew kitty cat, be ready to go in 5”

 

Present:

Making a quick stop in Steve’s room you grab a shirt and a pair of joggers, you’re covered in dirt and sweat, drops of blood covering your clothes, you need a shower desperately, and a solid 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep, you moan at the prospect, you can’t remember the last time you slept through the night, Ari needed to feed every 2 hours and you were running on empty. Trudging back to your old room you find Bucky sitting on your old bed, you sigh “James I can’t do this with you right now” you speak plainly too tired to go another round with him “well then ya best listen doll face, ya haven’t let me say my peace, an’ I need ta get this out” “James please not no-“ He interrupts you “for once shuddup an’ listen ta me alrigh’?” his face is deadly serious, brokering no room for protest, “fine. Say what you have to say, and then leave” you answer, he sighs, “Ya left me, Alone, no explanation, no warning, I mourned ya, ya know?” he falters “I loved ya for so long and you were just gon’, I couldn’ put the pieces together in my mind, why ya jus left like that” your crying, breath coming out in short pants “I knew I had hurt ya after the las’ fight we had, I knew I was an idiot, an’ Natalia offered comfort, I thought i loved her,I couldn figure out what I wanted, who I wanted” you can get through this (y/n) squeezing your eyes shut  “ i ended it with Natalia as soon as i figured out you left,she was a replacement for who i wanted an’ i hurt her too“ he looks disgusted with himself “i looked for ya, i spent months tryna find ya, i felt like i was goin’ insane without ya” his lips curl back into a snarl “you are so deeply in-bedded in who i am, i don’ know what i am without ya, ya saved me from the dark, an’ i pushed ya into it”

“an then ya march back into my life bold as brass, with a baby strapped ta ya, covered in dirt and blood,with that fuckin’ attitude that makes me wanna tear my hair out, an’ ya shattered my heart all over again (y/n)” tears are streaming down his face, Dont let him in You think “I know the babies mine (y/n) an ya aint gonna keep her from me, I’m gonna be her daddy, whether ya wan’ me ta or not” he adds “give me a chance, Kitty, I can make this right, I can be who ya need me to be, please all im askin’ for is a chance” he pleads. God how you want to give in, you want to wrap yourself in Bucky and never let go. You want to be a family, you want Ari to have both parents, but how do you know he wont turn tail when he starts to doubt again? No, Ari comes first. Always Adriana.

“I won’t stop you from being Adriana’s father James” he brightens instantly.

“but you and I, we can never be anything more than we are now. Too much has happened, I’m your second-choice James, your consolation prize, I was just a mistake to you, you said so yourself, I can’t” you sigh “I can’t do that again Buck, I can’t go through that again, I cant put my daughter through that”

“I’m gonna prove ya wrong doll” he stands to leave

“ya were never my second choice” he adds “ya were the only choice.”

“an I was a fool ta only realize that after ya were gone”

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anonymous asked:

Please write something where Scully is attacked and Mulder helps her.

Some angst tonight! Tagging @always-angst, @today-in-fic and @fictober

After five years on the road with Scully, Mulder knows that motel room walls are paper-thin. So thin in fact that sometimes Mulder imagines watching Scully’s silhouette on the other side of the wall. They’re so thin that Scully can reiterate whatever movie he’s watched to fall asleep the night before. One of the reasons why, at least when they have adjoining rooms, Mulder no longer watches porn movies in his room. Tonight, they’re so thin that Mulder is woken by a gentle thumping noise against the wall. Thump, thump it goes without rhythm, hard, then harder. He rubs his eyes, listens. Thump, thump. Various scenarios run through Mulder’s mind as he gets up; he pays them no attention. Thump, thump. The adjoining door is unlocked and he tears it open, consequences be damned. Slivers of light stream in through the half closed blinds. They tear through the scene and paint it in surreal lighting. Mulder reacts before he even knows what is going on. There against the wall, pinned up high, is Scully. A large, fat hand around her throat keeps her there, strangulates and chokes her. Her feet dangle in the air, try to kick and fight. 

“Let her go!” Mulder’s yell reverberates through the room and the intruder turns to Mulder, bares his dirty, yellow teeth like an animal. His hand opens, lets go of Scully, who slips to the ground. Thump, only once; a sad sounds swallowed by the carpet. The attacker jumps at him and Mulder ducks. The other man crashes into the bedside table. Mulder watches him, prepares with balled fists, as his eyes catch Scully’s gun. He waits for the man to come at him again, avoids his fist, and finds himself on the other side. Mulder grabs Scully’s gun, aims and fires twice. The attacker collapses, goes down. Thud. Silence. 

“Scully.” His voice is barely above a whisper as he finds her on the ground, half leaning against the wall. His hands, like magnets, find her skin. Her throat is dotted with deep, dark purple spots. Her lips tinged bluish, her eyes closed and Mulder’s heart misses a beat. His hand is trembling as he checks for her pulse. Steady, strong. 

“Scully? Can you hear me? Scully?” She groans, but doesn’t open her eyes. Mulder doesn’t want to let go of her, let her out of his sight, but they need an ambulance and the police. “I’ll be right back, Scully.” He whispers and lets go of her hand. Mulder uses Scully’s cell phone to make the calls before he kneels down in front of her again. He doesn’t let go of her when the police arrives and asks him what happened. Her hand is still in his when they take her into the ambulance. Someone mentions he’s not wearing a shirt as the ambulance rattles through the street. Up until now, Mulder hasn’t even noticed.

They make him let go of her hand in the hospital. He screams and fights, but they wheel her away. ‘We’ll take care of your girlfriend’, a young doctor remarks before he hands Mulder green scrubs and jogs away. Mulder puts the rustling shirt on, his whole body shivering in cold or shock. The moments stretch on. Each time a door swings open, Mulder startles, waits. He should call Mrs. Scully, he knows. But what would he tell her? Your daughter was attacked by a mad robber. Not even case related. I couldn’t keep her safe, Mrs. Scully. Too many monsters and demons, too many mad men. Just a bad motel in a bad neighbor, a coincidence. He can’t call her, not now; it’ll have to wait. Let her sleep in peace for one more night. ‘We’ve been looking for this guy for ages’, a police officer praised him as they took the body away. Mulder barely heard the words and stared instead at the dent in the wall where Scully had kicked her feet against. Thump, thump. 

“Mr. Mulder?” The young doctor from earlier walks towards him, finally.  

“Can I see her?” That’s all he wants, needs. The doctor nods.

“She asked for you. She’s got a concussion, neck lesions. She’s strong, though. We’ll have to wait and see, but it looks like physically there’ll be no lasting damage. Psychologically it’s too early to tell. She seems tough.”

“She is.” Mulder answers. He wants to push the poor doctor out of the way and get to Scully. “I need to…” The doctor nods, understanding. He lets Mulder through. 

“Hi.” Mulder can’t help but smile as he sees Scully propped up in bed. There’s a bandage around her neck and her head where she must have suffered a wound. 

“Hi.” Her voice is raspy and Mulder swallows hard. 

“Do you know… do you remember what happened?“ Mulder asks her and sits down at the edge of her bed. He puts his hand on hers as it is resting on her leg. She nods. Her eyes are clear and determined. That’s my Scully, he thinks.

"I already told the police. They said you shot him?” Now it’s Mulder who nods. 

“I am so sorry, Scully. I should have been there sooner. I should have-” Scully puts her free hand over his and he quiets.

“None of this is your fault, Mulder. It could have happened to anyone, anywhere.”

“But it happened to you.” While on a case. While he was sleeping in the next room. “We’re going home, Scully. I don’t care about the case, I don’t care-”

“Mulder, no. We’re staying. At a different motel maybe,” she smiles at him and he blinks at her. How can she smile? How can she comfort him after what she’s just been through? Mulder laces his fingers with hers. He could have lost her today, again, and not to some unknown entity, or some invisible monster. “They said I could leave tonight.” She finishes, staring at their entwined hands.

“I’d rather you stay here, Scully. Just for one night.”

“Are you the doctor now?” She pokes his scrub-clad chest. "Green suits you.“

"No, I’m… I’m just worried about you. Wherever you sleep tonight, I’ll stay with you." 

"I don’t need you to-”

“I need to, Scully,” he squeezes her hand; he won’t let go. Even if he wanted to, he can’t. Needs to feel her skin against his, needs to know she’s safe now. Staring into her eyes, he knows that if he could, if she’d let him, he’d never leave her side ever again. Night or day. “I need to be with you tonight, Scully. Will you let me, please?" Her face is unreadable and he waits. He’d wait forever. Then, with a small nod and a faint blush, she nods.

"You can stay.”

Don't Act Like Your July 4th Ain't Like This Every Year
  • Patriot: Son, come into my office. I've got something to show you.
  • Son: *coyly walks into office* Yeah, dad.
  • Patriot: Do you know what day it is, son?
  • Son: Tuesday.
  • Patriot: No, son... well, yes, but there's more to it than that. It's Stars 'N' Stripes day, son. Do you know what that means?
  • Son: *shrugs*
  • Patriot: It's the day our beautiful country broke away from the incredibly far-left tyranny of the British monarchy and took the first step towards becoming the greatest country on god's earth.
  • Son: Oh, word.
  • Patriot: Yes, son, absolutely word. Now, take a look at this. *pulls box from under his desk and places in on table* What do you think this is?
  • Son: A box with crazy colors.
  • Patriot: No, son... well, yes, but the colors on this box all represent something. The red represents the blood of those who sacrificed themselves for our beautiful country, the white represents uhh...
  • Son: Cum!
  • Patriot: Boy, I have it in me to pop you if you keep saying nonsense like that!
  • Son: *snickers*
  • Patriot: No, the white does not represent... that substance. It represents uhh, the snow that tops the great mountains that you can find in certain parts of our beautiful country. And the blue represents the ocean, which we of course have national ownership over.
  • Son: Wow, interesting.
  • Patriot: It's more than interesting, son. It's everything that I stand for. What your forefathers stood for, and what your children too will stand for. Now, take a look at what's inside this box, son. *pops open the box* What do you think of that?
  • Son: Ooh... well, I like the silky velvet lining.
  • Patriot: Hmm?
  • Son: There's really nice lining on the inside of the box.
  • Patriot: What are you talking about? *turns box around* Well, Andrew Jackson be damned! There's nothing in this box! Boy, did you take what was inside of this box?
  • Son: No, this is the first time I even saw the thing.
  • Patriot: *red with anger* Argh! Calm down. Calm down... breathe easy. Well, son. What was supposed to be in this box was the flag of our country. The same flag that your great grandfather flew in the big war as he bayoneted some sausage twirling Kraut in the neck.
  • Son: That's messed up.
  • Patriot: It's not messed up, he was defending our country! You know what, son. I'll discuss this with you later once I find where that god damn flag. Go check on your grandpa for me, son.
  • Son: Do I have to? Grandpa's weird.
  • Patriot: By Lincoln's glory, you young folks really have no respect. Your grandpa, while not a veteran or anyone of significant importance - unlike the men on my mother's side of the family - ran a car dealership for 42 years before retiring and using all of his savings to buy us this beautiful house in which we still live. You will check on him and pay respect to him on this blessed Stars 'N' Stripes day, or so help me god I'll... I'll... just get, boy!
  • Son: Jeez, alright. *trots down the hallways and peaks into granpda's room* Hey, grandpa. I'm here to check on you.
  • Grandpa: *rocking back and forth in his chair* Marybeth? Marybeth is that you, dear?
  • Son: No, granpda. It's me, your grandson. Do you remember me?
  • Grandpa: Oh, dear. You sound just like my Marybeth.
  • Son: Grandma's dead, grandpa.
  • Grandpa: What was that, sweetheart? I can't quite hear you. I think it's the television. It's too loud.
  • Television: *silently displaying white noise*
  • Grandpa: Too loud... I've been watching this movie for too long and now it sounds just like the rumbling of the earth.
  • Son: Grandpa, what are you wrapped in? Is that a flag.
  • Grandpa: It was Marybeth's paw's flag.
  • Son: You took dad's flag. He's gonna be mad at you.
  • Grandpa: I didn't take no flag. The flag took me, just like it took Marybeth and her paw. *stands up, kneels in front son, pull's son's face close to his* Look into my eyes, little Marybeth. What do you see?
  • Son: That's... that's impossible. It's like staring into a void of red, white, and blue. What is this?
  • Grandpa: An infinite amount of graves for an infinite amount of souls. The final resting place for an ideology that stands above and beyond humanity. It's stars and stripes forever and ever.
  • Son: *pulls himself from grandpa's gaze* You're acting crazy again, I'm telling dad! *runs from grandpa's room* Dad!
  • Patriot: *steps from his room with a gun* Freemasonry, son.
  • Son: Dad, Grandpa's gone crazy again. He's doing weird things with his eyes.
  • Patriot: It's freemasonry, son.
  • Son: Huh?
  • Patriot: You'll learn soon enough. *shoots son in the chest*
  • Son: *clutches wound and breathes heavily*
  • Patriot: Sorry about that, son. But, it was all a part of today's plan. It's freemasonry, or some call it communism or witchcraft. But in the end, it's all the same thing. I hate it for the life of me. It's unpatriotic, but it runs in our family like a damn disease. You know how furious I got. I got so furious when I saw your grandmother running off to her "gatherings", getting up to god knows what and with who. I would've shot the lady like I just did you if I didn't see it, son. Those stars and stripes going on forever and ever. Vibrating and twisting in that graveyard of ideology. Do you see it now, son? Even clearer than before? Tell me, do you see it?
  • Son: *cough up blood* I see... mom in the mirror. No, it's grandma, and I'm her. She's young... my age.
  • Daughter: ...Huh. I must've zone out for a moment. That was weird.
  • Patriot: *call from his office* Little Marybeth, come into my office. I've got something to show you.
  • Daughter: *coyly walks into office* Yeah, dad?
  • Patriot: Do you know what day it is, Little Marybeth.
  • Daughter: It's Star 'N' Stripes day!
  • Patriot: *rubs daughter's head* Ah, that's my girl. Just as good as your mom. You see that flag hanging on my wall.
  • Daughter: Mhmm, that's that the flag of our country.
  • Patriot: No, it's not. It may look like the flag of our country, but it represents something far greater. An ideology beyond ideologies. One so great that it trumps all other rules of existence.
  • Daughter: What ideology is it, dad?
  • Patriot: I can't quite put it into words. But, I can tell you, Little Marybeth, that the first time I became aware of it was when I bayoneted some damn sausage twirling Kraut right in the neck. I stomped on his neck afterwards so he couldn't even struggle to breath before he died. I saw it then. The stars and stripes of the false flag I carried upon my back reflecting in his eyes, and I knew then that one truth; that one real ideology. But, like I said, I can't really put it into words. All I can tell you is that we ain't worth shit, Little Marybeth. Not you, not me, not your mom. None of us.
  • Daughter: That's kinda messed up dad.
  • Patriot: Well, life's messed up, dear.
Silver Storm (11/11)

This is it Guys! its a shitty ending , and I’m sorry . But I hope you still like it .xoxoxox


Summary: Hydra took you & turned you into their next asset, your abolities matching the Winter Soldiers. The soldier was assigned as your trainer, infront of others he was hard& cold to you ; but alone he let his walls down, you were eachothers only comfort. After the events Of DC, he disappeared.You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

, bold is readers thoughts *

Pairing: Bucky x reader  , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, angst,tiny fluff , violence.


                                               Chapter 11 : The End

 Its been about a week since you were released from Ross’s custody. As soon as you returned you told the team of the hydra agent at he prison.  You all agreed that Hydra is going to make a play to get you back soon.  The entire week you’ve felt like a sitting duck, just waiting for Hydra to strike. They know where you are now, and since you cant really leave, its only a matter of time before they decide to show.

     As you lay with Bucky , him asleep next to you , you stare at the ceiling.  You haven’t really slept since you came back, your anxiety taking control of your mind .  This isn’t fair, they shouldn’t have to fight this battle for me.  Hydra wants me, no one should have to risk themselves , It should just be me.   Theres no way Bucky will agree with me on this , but hes wrong.

    You stay with your eyes on the ceiling until the sun starts to peak through the drapes . You shift your gaze to watch as the sun slowly rises. Soon after you feel Bucky stretch awake behind you .  He scoots closer to you , pulling you onto your back. He props himself up on his elbow , pulling your face to his in a kiss.

“ Goodmorning love.” he says as he pulls back from the kiss. You smile, pulling his lips back to yours. He moves his lips from your lips to your neck , his hand moving from  your bare thigh up to your bra clad chest. Your hand pushes his back down as you let out a giggle.

Originally posted by lovershub

You roll yourself on top of him, cupping his face to lean in for an earth shattering kiss. As things start to escalate , your interrupted by his door flying open. You both whip your heads over, seeing who decided to intrude. You’re met with a blushing, but frantic looking Steve.

“ Uh-I- sorry guys. Buck theres an emergency mission, we gotta go ,now.” Steve says as he keeps his gaze to the floor. Bucky groans, lifting you off his lap and tossing you back to your side of the bed.  He grabs his gear, then darts into the bathroom .

“ You’re all going?” you ask, breaking the awkward silence .

“ Yeah, we were alerted to a Hydra base on the outskirts of the city that’s importing high level weapons. ”

Hydra doesn’t have a base anywhere near the city, and it certainly would take longer to create one. It’s got to be a set up, either for them to get to me, or to the team .

“ Its a setup.”  you say ,getting out of bed to throw on a baggy tee and shorts. Bucky emerges from the bathroom, fully suited up .

Originally posted by go-fandom-imagines

“ Why would you say that?“  he asks, checking over his holsters.

” They don’t have a base near new York, its a setup to get to you , or to me. “ you tell him .

” We cant risk taking that chance . If its not a setup ,then these weapons will get out . If it is, well then we’ll handle it . There is a number of procedures set up incase they make a move on you while we aren’t here. There are other agents still in the tower, you’re safe.“ Bucky says, planting a kiss on your forehead.  Oh honey, I’m not worried about me, I’m worried about you guys you dipshit.

Originally posted by lullabydeffi

The boys say goodbye to you , then start towards the hangar. You watch from the window, waiting to see the jet take off.  As soon as you do , you set into action. Theres no way I’m letting them walk into a setup .  

  You run to Buckys closet, searching through until you find the suit Tony made you hanging in the back. It was the same as Natashas, except it was mostly silver.  Real creative Stark. You roll your eyes as you shed your clothes to slide on the suit. Once its on you start attached the holsters the proper areas.  You begin scheming up a plan in your head, then realization kicks in ,  the damn anklet. 

” FRIDAY,  how far is the base from the tower by vehicle and jet.“

” 40 minutes by vehicle, 15 by jet .“  Perfect.

" I need a few things.  Bring up the technology layout of the anklet , and are any of the agents currently here cleared to fly a jet ? "  You ask as you search Buckys drawers for the weapons to fill your holsters.

” There is a few agents cleared to fly. But miss, I don’t suggest-“

” The technology plans please.“ you repeat. A screen appears infront of you , displaying the anklet and all its details. It takes you a minute to dissect, but it seems fairly easy to get off.  Looks like Ross underestimated my intelligence.  You book it down to Tony lab for the required tools to unlatch the anklet from you .

 You find everything you need, carefully going through the steps to get the device off you . As you reach the final step that would free you , FRIDAY warns,

” Miss, Secretary ross has an alarm system wired into the anklet . As soon as you remove it , you have 60 seconds before he is alerted that it has been deactivated. “  Guess he did think  of everything. Fuck.WAIT.

"FRIDAY,  are you saying if the anklet is reattached around an ankle ,the alert wont be sent out ?”

“ That is correct. ” 

“ Call the cleared agents down here immediately. ”

 Within minutes , you have three agents standing infront of you .

“ Which one of you is the most qualified to fly a jet?” you ask

It takes a minute, but the female agent steps forward.

“ Great! Now, I need one of your ankles. ” You nod at the remaining male agents.  They don’t move, causing you to sigh .

“Listen, the team is in danger. Hydra set them up and they are going in blindly, there isn’t time for you to worry about consequences right now. If you’re really worried about that, then I suggest getting a new job because being an agent isn’t for you if you don’t grow a pair and step up right now.” you bark at the men.

Originally posted by elenasgiblert

The one on the left steps forward, lifting his ankle to the labtable next to yours .

You finally unlatch the anklet and lock it onto his ankle. “ Thank you , go right to the common level, ill have FRIDAY give you clearance. Ross might decide to check my location in the tower and it has to look normal. ” He quickly leaves ,following your orders.

“ And you , you are our ears when we are in the sky . Alert us if anything comes up . Now lets go .” You say , leading the female agent out to the hangar. 

You watch as she enters the location , when the jet takes off you return to the back , double checking over your holsters and trying to prepare for whatever you’re about to walk into .


   From above , you can see a few scattered agents knocked unconscience on the roof.  

“ Call for backup, all agents possible asap. ” you command .

You have the agent drop you on the roof of the base, which was actually a creepy, large, abandoned warehouse.  Of fucking course.  You tuck and roll as you hit the roof, dusting yourself off when you stand.You look to see the roof door dented in.    Steve or Bucky must of gotten impatient.   You pull a gun out , arming yourself as you step through the door.  You sprint down the stairs, halfway down  , you hear grunting as you descend, making you move even faster. When you hit the bottom of the stairs, you stop infront of two metal doors.  I wonder whats behind door #1 . You kick in the doors, stepping through. The scene infront of you stops you in your tracks. There is Hydra agents everywhere, and your team is scattered around the spacious warehouse. You see Wanda, clint, and sam slumped on the floor.  NO.  Natasha is restrained and being beaten by agents, while steve and Bucky are in hand to hand combate with agents, and losing. Tony is sat against a wall, his iron man mask missing, and his eye bruised.  Its party Time.

“Honey, I’m home! ” You yell , gaining all the agents attention. The ones holding Natasha throw her body to the floor, and the others throw Steve and Bucky straight into a concrete wall using some sort of giant gun that sent a blue ray at them . 

“ Where is he.” You ask , referring to the agent from the prison.  Agent Smith walks out of the shadows, a sick smile on his face.

“ Looking for me , darling?” he asks .

“ You wanted me, you got me. Now what Smith? Try to revert me back into your weapon?” you question. He steps infront of you , raising his gun to your forehead.

“ Y/n, no!” you hear Bucky weakly cry.

“  It’s such a shame, wasting such a pretty face. I begged them to keep you as  our pet, just a little plaything . Before you even had the serum you were trying to save the soldier.You  tackled some of our agents to stop them when yo usaw them  wiping the winter soldier. Superiors saw something in you ; potential.  We should of known then , that putting you two together would cause issues."   What the hell is he talking about ?  You ignore what he said, assuming its just a memory you haven’t seen yet.

” You’re not going to kill me.“ you challenge.” I’m too valuable. I know all of hydras secrets, and now I know the avengers as well . Your superiors would never throw out a chance like this. “ 

He laughs, lowering his gun .

” You always were quite smart ,Silver.“  You smile, whipping your gun out and aiming it at him.

Originally posted by brooke-davis

” tsk tsk , don’t do anything hasty now. “

” What did you do to them. “ You ask ,nodding your head at Wanda, Sam ,and Clint.

” You arrived sooner than I planned. They are sedated, I was going to use themt to draw you out . Looks like you figured out it was a trap before the mighty avengers did.“

"Yeah well, what can I say. I’m an overachiever.“  Where is backup?   The rest of the agents begin to circle you , severely outnumbering you.

"Oh Silver, the plans we have for you. Welcome home. First thing you’ll do is kill your friends.“ he says through a smile.  What a sick bastard.  

"That’s where you’re wrong.  I’m not doing anything for Hydra, I am not the weapon you created me to be. I’m an even better one now. “ You say ,your hand flies to your waist, grabbing the small shock pellet stark installed in your belt. You launch it behind you , and as soon as it hits the ground it opens; a ring of electricity pulsing out & taking down the agents near it. Only about a third are hit by it, the rest lunge at you .  And here we go . You launch two more pellets, taking out more agents. When the last ones goes off, Smith begins shooting at you . You dodge the bullets, pulling the opposing agents around you infront of you to shield you. You cant block every hit that was coming at you , but none of them were detrimental. You  can deal with a black eye, busted nose and a few bruises.

 "You’re going to have to be better than that agent. “ you yell as you run and duck behind random crates. You see Bucky& Steve beginning to stand,  the serum must have burned through the tranquilizer.

You watch as they shake it off, then they run into the fight.   I’m going to kill him for not believing me when this is over with .  The sound of more footsteps brings your attention back , you see your backup has arrived.  Smith goes to flee, but you sprint after him.  Bucky goes to follow but you yell,

" I have him ,check on the others ! “ you don’t wait for a response, just take off after Smith .  He runs out of the warehouse , towards a motorcycle hidden behind a truck.  What a fucking pussy , he started this.   You lift your gun, shooting out the tires on the bike. He whips around, taking aim at you but you’re already prepared .You  fire at his hand, hitting your target and knocking his gun out of his grip. He yells at the pain, your bullet clipping his hand from the shot. You take another shot, this time blowing out his knee. He falls to the ground as you approach him .You release another shot to his shoulder, then his stomach

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

."You think you’re free? You’ll never be free.“ he says through gritted teeth . You laugh , bending down and puling his earpiece out. You know there is always atleast one superior listening in on the comms at all times during a mission. You adjust the piece in your ear,

"This is the only warning you will receive, come after me again , and youll lose more than just one warehouse full of agents. I am not your asset, I’m not a weapon for your manipulation anymore .  You wont stop coming for me , I’m not naïve, but dont underestimate me, or my team. “  You rip the piece out of your ear, throwing it to the ground and stomping on it.  You look to Smith , his breathing shallow.

"So what, you’re going to kill me ? Do it Silver. “ he says , almost pleading.

" You dont deserve a quick death , I’m going to enjoy every minute of watching you suffer through this. “ 

More blood begins pooling around him, he whispers "hail hydra” before his breathing comes to stop. You hear footsteps behind you ,you raise your gun and turn. 

" Its just me.” Bucky says. You lower your gun, walking toward him, as you pass you ask

Originally posted by readytocomply

“ Is everyone okay?”

“ Some are still unconscious , but they should be awake soon. No major Damage. ” He follows you in the building and back up to the roof.  You load onto the jet, with your sedated friends, as Shield agents take care of the warehouse & Hydra agents. As you take off , Tony and Steve walk out from the pilots area. Tony pulls you into a hug, thanking you and praising you for how managed to ditch the anklet.  Steve doing the same, slightly scolding you but at the time sounding proud. When they return to the front, Bucky pulls you into his lap. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close to him .

“ Thank you for saving our asses.” he mumbles.

“I’m not going to say I told you so , BUT-”  you start.

“ You know they aren’t goin to stop.” he says against your neck . You pull his face to yours, gently placing your lips on his.

Originally posted by bellamyblakesgun

You lean your head against his as you end the kiss.

“ I’m not worried about it right now .When they come, we’ll handle it. ” you look around to your friends that are starting to wake up, adding  “ together.  ”

Originally posted by the-vampire-diaries-gif

 

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College!Wonwoo
  • major: economics 
  • minor: none
  • sports: volleyball team 
  • clubs: student government (treasurer), jazz collective
  • in this au wonwoo wears big round cute glasses. accept it 
  • is always mumbling about how much his statistics professor hates him to his buddy mingyu who’s always just like patting wonwoo’s back like “dude…..that’s tough.”
  • carries around a pile of books taller than his head and is always apologizing for bumping into people because he can’t really see in front of himself 
  • favorite class is actually international economics because it isn’t just boring math and it’s the one class where he vigorously takes notes and actually participates in class because in all his other classes he’s as quiet as a rock
  • and the professors don’t really understand why because he does fine on the test and on the homework but like in class he just sits there with this blank stare
  • and tbh he kinda looks angry that even the professors are like sheesh alright we won’t call on you
  • but in reality wonwoo is never really angry he’s actually just tired most of the time 
  • which is why he like lives off coffee. coffee and like sandwiches. mingyu is always trying to make wonwoo sit down and have an /actual/ lunch but literally all wonwoo consumes is like sandwiches from the deli and coffee from cans. quite frankly mingyu is amazed his best friend hasn’t ended up in the hospital yet from sandwich poisoning or too much caffeine 
  • but it’s actually coffee that brings you and wonwoo together because your part time job is at the on campus cafe where wonwoo is like 75% of the time
  • you know him as the boy whose hidden behind his economic textbook pile and fortress of finished coffee cups (also the boy who cutely keeps pushing up those big round glasses whenever they fall down his nose while he tries to order but anyway,,,,,)
  • and every now and then you catch yourself looking his way because lbr ever since you first served him coffee at the beginning of last semester you’ve kinda maybe IDK……..developed a little crush
  • but you like never ever dare to act on it because for the most part he’s either with that tall kid mingyu or he looks like he just stayed up two weeks in a row and you don’t want to get on anyone’s grumpy side (that and theres like 40 other students in line so time for chitchat isn’t an option)
  • but like for the past couple of days he’s been staying in the cafe right up until closing and like your shifts from lunch till 6:30 and as you’re cleaning up and closing the cafe you always have to go over and remind him of the time
  • for the most part he just smiles and thanks you and then gets his stuff together and disappears but one day as you’re sweeping and getting ready to lock the place up you stop infront of wonwoo whose still at his favorite spot in the back of the cafe and like he’s got his books open to random pages and his laptop’s dead and his face is just planted on the keyboard and like
  • you reach out carefully to shake his shoulder, but he’s literally: lights out
  • and you panic for a second because what if he faiNTED like ????? it’s possible seeing as though he always looks like he’s on the verge of passing out and drinks more coffee than the human body can probably handle and you’re like
  • ok ok calm down and you like lean closer to check if he’s breathing 
  • and just as you’re about to lean enough to hear him, his eyes open wide and you jump back like jESUS and he kinda stares at you as you like jump back and hold your hand on your chest in shock
  • and for a minute neither of you speaks but then you’re kinda like oh god i need to make sure he doesn’t think im weird and so you’re like “hI iM THe barISTa…….i was just going to see if you’re ok,,,,,,im sorry im not a creepy person i just,,,,,,you looked sick and,,,,,,,,,,and -”
  • wonwoo kinda lifts his head and his glasses slide right off his nose and he’s like scratching his messy head and he’s like “oh, is it closing time?”
  • and you nod and he like chuckles to himself and bows his head a bit and apologizes and begins to like quietly gather his things and like
  • you’re like thinking to yourself that thank god everything is ok and you didn’t have to call the amb-
  • and just as you take a sigh of relief wonwoo like wobbles and fALLS RIGHT TO the FLOOR and you’re like OH  MY GO D
  • this time you’re 100% he’s passed out and you like fumble with your phone, but manage to call the schools ambulance and when they get there the emt is like “are you the significant other?” 
  • and you’re like um uh eh uh- but the emt is like “are you coming or not?” and you know you should probably stay out of it, but the worried part of you overtakes that and you get into the ambulance
  • and you don’t know much about wonwoo, but you tell the emt what you believed happened, basically you’d seen him studying till closing time and he’d drink like 5 cups of coffee and the emt is like “he’s probably just under a lot of stress and isn’t get the right nutrients. we’ll give him an IV at the hospital and he should wake up in a couple of hours. don’t worry, your boyfriend will be fine.”
  • and you wanna be like “um nOT my boy-” but the emt goes back to scribbling notes down and you’re like you know what just forget it
  • and you like look at wonwoo’s book bag that you grabbed with you and you decided that you should probably call that mingyu guy who’s always with him and like you feel horrible taking his phone without permission but you think that at least his friend should be there for when he wakes up
  • and like at the hospital you finally make the call and the minute mingyu picks up you can hear like the terror and he’s like wONWOO WHERE ARE YOU
  • and you’re like “UM hI!!! im the barista from the school cafe wonwoo fainted so i called the ambulance and-”
  • but mingyu is like “say no more. ill be there in second.”
  • and you like put the phone back and make a mental note to apologize to wonwoo when he wakes up and then like you sit down beside the hospital bed he’s in and you like 
  • feel a little awkward everytime a nurse walks by and mentions to you that you don’t need to worry, your boyfriend will be fine and you’re still sitting there in your cafe uniform and you wanna be correct them but honestly you’re still to anxious with worry about wonwoo
  • and when mingyu gets there he has a million questions for you and you’re just like trying your best to answer him until finally he like sits down and is like “im sorry you had to deal with this. wonwoo never takes care of himself, can you believe he’s older than me??”
  • you tell him that it’s fine, you’re just glad you were there and wonwoo wasn’t alone and mingyu thanks you a lot and you kind of shift a bit and you’re like “well! i have class tomorrow so ill go now since wonwoo has you….” an mingyu’s like ofc and he thanks you again and before you leave he’s like “ill be sure to tell wonwoo what you did for him.” and you’re like wHa no no it’s fine but mingyu smiles at you and you kind of notice that it’s a little sly
  • and you don’t think much of it then but hey little secret: mingyu knows wonwoo has always kind of had a thing for you bUT WE ARE GOING to GET TO THAT
  • and so basically the next day you show up for your shift at the cafe and you’re kind of like hoping to see wonwoo but also you know he should be resting
  • but……..right then and there like 15 minutes before closing you see someone come through the door
  • and like they’ve got a hoodie on and they look a little messy, rubbing their eyes and yawning and your coworker is like “oh MY god it’s 15 min before closing when will they let us LIVE” but the second you see who it is you’re like “oH ill take this one you can go home early!!” and your coworker like throws kisses at you as they run out the door
  • and when wonwoo approaches the cash register you’re like swallowing a lump in your throat and he looks up and like you almost lose your breath because like he looks tired and worn out but this is the first time you’ve seen him without glasses and like he’s just so gorgeous you’re kinda awestruck
  • but he like looks away immediately (because he’s also shy and probably a lil embarrassed ahhhh) and you’re like “um, what would you like to order?”
  • and he’s like “haha you probably know that im banned from drinking coffee for a while right?” and you’re like “you are??” and he’s like “yeah, mingyu’s on my butt about it after you know - i fainted and all…….”
  • and you two kinda get silent and flustered, not sure what to say until wonwoo kind of straightens up and is like “i,,,,,i feel bad for making you take care of me,,,,,,,i mean it must have been burdensome for a stranger to just faint in front of you ….”
  • and he wants to say something else but you like shake you’re head and you’re like “you’re not a stranger!!! i mean,,,you’re a regular here and another student!! you were just studying too much im sure and don’t worry, im not burdened - im actually relieved i was there to make sure you’re ok…”
  • and like in the moment you probably sprout wings and a halo above your head in wonwoo’s eyes he’s just like ,,,,,,this person is an angel,,,,,in his head and like 
  • he kinda can’t help smiling and biting back his lip and you’re kinda like oh my god did i just say that outloud AHH
  • and finally wonwoo is like “i- i also want to ask you out, if that’s ok, like on a-a- thank you date kinda it DOesNT have to be A dATE but i do want to thank you for …..being there……..like you mentioned………”
  • and ok you’re like one) how can he get more adorable standing in front of you blushing looking to the side with his hands stuffed in his pockets and two) oh my god did you really just hear what he said a dATE A D A T E 
  • and you try not to show your excitement you’re like “um!!! if you’re feeling ok, i think you need to rest up first-” 
  • and wonwoo laughs and he’s like “oh wow you sound just like mingyu, you guys worry too much about me!”
  • and you huff like “heY you did faint right over there, of course im worried!!”
  • and wonwoo kind chuckles and scratches his head like you’re right,,,,,you’re right
  • and he’s like “ill promise to rest up and maybe not study as hard IF you promise to,,,,,,,go on that thank you date with me once these midterms are over?”
  • and you of course you’re like yES but you’re also like “promise me also you’ll stay away from the caffeine and get sleep” and he’s like “roger that doctor” and you’re like heY and he just laughs and waves goodbye
  • and you’re standing there with a lovestruck smile stuck on your face and then you’re like hOLY mOLY i need to close up the cafe oops
  • but yes a week later midterms are over and all your friends are gathered around you in study hall just crying and talking about how they’re going to sleep for the next 2355452 hours and you’re also glad it’s over plus you don’t have to work any shifts these weeks when suddenly a tall boy comes over 
  • and you look up and it’s mingyu and you’re like ??? and all your friends are like ooOOOoOOo and mingyu’s like “what’s up?” and you’re like “not much??” and he’s like “my best friend’s too much of a scardey cat to come over here and talk to you but he’s over there so if you could do me a favor and go talk to him because seriously the past hour has just been him being like ‘i wonder if she forgot about our promise and blah blah blah’” and you’re like sahkgla rIGHt the promise and your friends are like UM EXCUSE ME WHAT and you’re like ill talk to you guys later gtg
  • and you come over and wonwoo has his glasses on again and he looks healthy and you’re happy to see a smoothie next to him and not a gallon of iced coffee
  • and you’re like hey and he’s like oh hi and closes that gigantic economics textbook and he’s like “sorry if mingyu said anything weird but i was just gonna see like……are you free this weekend?” 
  • and you’re like in your head - am i gonna sacrifice sleep for this cute boy? yes. yes i am 
  • and so you and wonwoo make plans to meet up in the city off campus and like on the day of the date you like dont know what to wear or what to bring and you’re a mess
  • but like when you get there wonwoo looks so perfectly casual in his glasses, plain white t-shirt, ripped jeans and you’re like hOW can someone be so effortlessly handsome
  • but wonwoo sees you and he like jogs over and he’s like “hey, hope you don’t mind but i bought tickets to this comedy mingyu told me about??? i can exchange th-”
  • and you’re like no no it’s fine at least it’s not horror i dont want to make a fool out of myself ahdfskw and he’s like “don’t worry, you’re gonna see me laugh and you’re gonna think i look like a loser.” and you’re like nah never and he’s like wANNA bet??
  • and it’s cute during the movie you see him laugh and it’s the first time and it’s just the cutest thing ever his whole face like scrunches up and he just looks so soft and kid like when usually he has this mysterious cold kinda look to him
  • and oh god you’re falling even more for him
  • and when you come out of the theater wonwoo’s like let me treat you to a meal and you’re like it’s fine really!!! and he’s like i insist and then in that moment wonwoo’s phone rings and it’s mingyu whose like come back to the dorm i made jajangmyun!!! and wonwoo’s like “i can bring someone with me?” and mingyu’s like ofc i would love some new feedback on my dishes
  • and before you know it you’re in wonwoo and mingyu’s dorm eating on their table that’s literally a bunch of textbooks stacked up and covered with like an old tablecloth 
  • and you’re like holy moly mingyu this jajangmyun is so gOOD and mingyu is like (-; im talented and wonwoo makes a gesture at mingyu when you’re not looking like don’t !! flirt!!! and mingyu’s like lmfao ok ok calm down bro
  • and it’s cute you and wonwoo start dating and you learn that not only is he in the top 10% of his economics class but he’s also a mvp on the college volleyball team
  • and you go to one of his games and he comes out in the uniform and you’re like dying because ok he looks so good?? his legs are like a mile long
  • mingyu on the bleachers next to you like *side eyes emoji* and you swat him like stop and mingyu’s like listen i wasn’t the one gwaking at wonwoo
  • wonwoo smiling and waving at you and the entire row in front of you turns around to glare and you’re like akhldsfw
  • wonwoo was a regular at the cafe before but now he’s there at like the beginning of your shift and he likes gives you a lil kiss over the counter before you put on the apron and he’s like “you look so cute,,,,,,” and youre like omg shush and he’s like “it makes me jealous that other people get to see you in this….” and you’re like a/fhkafdchw STOP
  • mingyu like “hey since im the boyfriends best friend, do i get a discount-” and you’re like “no.”
  • mingyu: “after all the food i made for you two smh”
  • you and wonwoo sitting in his dorm under a big blanket, wonwoo’s head on your shoulder or lap and you playing with his hair.,,,,,,,,you two take naps together,,,,,,,,,,,,CUTE
  • now whenever wonwoo is overworking himself with study mingyu like speed dials you and you come over and you like close the textbook and take wonwoo’s glasses off and you’re like “look at me jeon wonwoo. i will not hesitate to kiss you to distract you into taking some vitamins and a break. test me.”
  • wonwoo waiting for you at the end of your shift to walk you to your dorm and he like let’s you borrow his sweater and you do the sweater paws and wonwoo is just K.O. his heart is yours forever, a done deal.
  • “your kisses taste like coffee.” “really?” “yeah, how is that even possible?” “i don’t know, but like kiss me again???”
  • you wear wonwoo’s glasses a joke and wonwoo just like his voice drops a little and he’s like “mingyu don’t come home till late ok?” and mingyu’s like oh my god im out you two are so sickeningly in love with each other. gross.
  • (it’s not gross, you and wonwoo are super duper cute) 

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and please look forward to the rest of college!seventeen!!
p.s. there might be special college!idol posts coming too ^^ 

Reddie soulmate AU Chapter one.

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It was common knowledge that everyone had a soulmate. When you turned sixteen anything you wrote or drew on your body (With the exception of personal information like your real name) would show up on your soulmate.

    When Eddie woke up he almost forgot what day it was. Today was his birthday, his sixteenth to be exact.

    He sat up and searched his arms and legs as if his soulmate would know what today was for him. He had faint marks appearing but he wasn’t able to communicate until he was also sixteen.

    Eddie, admittedly excited grabbed a pen, not paying much attention to what kind though he would later wish he had, began to draw on the inside of his wrist. It was a simple and small heart, not even large enough to fill a centimeter square. Only when he looked back down did he realize he had grabbed one of the glitter pens Richie had brought and left in his room last night.

    He had just drawn his first message to his soulmate in neon blue glitter gel pen.

    His face flushed, ‘Way to make an impression Kaspbrak.’

    Eddie got up and went to prepare for school. He was in his junior year. Richie had to keep coming over to tutor him in English at least twice a week. He guessed with as much talking as Richie did he must of gotten pretty good at it over the years.

    He grabbed a soft sweater since it was getting colder and threw on a pair of blue jeans. He parted his hair and went to put on his watch when he saw a small purple heart next to his own with little dashes around it. Under it was written ‘Happy Birthday!’ in slightly sloppy handwriting.

    Eddie shoved his sleeve farther up his arm and grabbed a pen, black this time, he made sure. ‘Thanks ‘ As an after thought he added, ‘How are you?’

    Within seconds he saw letters forming on his forearm. ‘Well aren’t you sweet, I’m good But why the pen switch? I happen to like Blue.’

    Eddie smiled, ‘That was an accident.’

    They wrote to each other until their arms had been filled and Eddie told his new friend that he needed to go to school. After washing his arm Eddie pulled down his sleeve so no one could see the faint ink marks left, especially not Richie. Richie would never let him hear the end of it, his soulmate hadn’t written back to him yet.

    On the back of his hand he saw a message as he reached for his backpack. ‘Whyd you erase it?!’

    Eddie felt back but wrote back anyway. ‘If my friend Richie saw I would never hear the end of it. Sorry!’

    There wasn’t a reply for a few minutes before Eddie had to rewatch his hands and leave before his mother woke up at seven.

    Richie  normally walked with him to school, so he made sure he had everything and went to wait on his porch.

    Richie showed only minutes after Eddie had locked his house behind him. He came up to Eddie and squeezed him in a hug. “Happy birthday Eddie spaghetti! Anyone chat you up yet?”

    Eddie shook his head at his friends antics. “I don’t believe it’s any of your business if i have or not now is it Richard?” Eddie was surprised when he dropped the subject without much more prompting. Eddie was curious, but not enough to break the rare silence.

Once they reached the school they met up with the rest of the losers and everything went back to normal. Mike had convinced his grandfather to put him in high school but Bev was still with her aunt. She came to visit on the weekend and after school some days. Her aunt moved closer too but not in Derry so she could be a s comfortable as possible with everything she had figured out about Bev’s dad.

    They were all glad, Beverly most though. Well her and Ben near equally.

    Nothing happened until Eddie’s chemistry class, he had been checking his arms periodically when the others weren’t looking. Small hearts began to cover the palm of his hand.. He fisted his hand before shoving it under the table. God, his soulmate must be a sap.

    In response Eddie drew a large heart in the center of all the others. He couldn’t focus until he finally reached his lunch period.
    Eddie had went to the bathroom to wash his hands only to find more hearts littering his right palm. Apparently his soulmate was ambidextrous.

Eddie only shared his lunch period with Richie and Mike but mike had to go to the schools library for some English project. Once again it was only him and Richie.

    They made small talk, Richie making jokes before asking Eddie if he had any messages yet. The only response he got was “Beep beep Richie.”

    By the time Eddie was home and had finished his homework he and his soulmate were talking again. Eddie and him had given each other the first letter of their names so they would have something else to to refer to each other as. His soulmate, R, convinced him to switch into shorts since ‘Theres more room on legs than arms.’ Also they had discovered that R liked rock music but was okay with most other music types, enjoyed horror flicks, and was honestly craving some ‘Fucking chocolate.’. Also that they both were male. Not that Eddie really expected anything else.

    Eddie had known he was gay since It the thing… He felt bad for having a crush on Richie when he had a soulmate somewhere out there. He wasn’t ignorant to his sexuality.

Not realizing how much time had passed he jumped and covered himself with his comforter when he heard a knock at his door.

“Come in mom!”   

    His mother walked into his room and sat on his bed. “So… How is she Eddie bear? You going to tell me about who’s been talking to you? Unless you haven’t written yet?

    Eddie panicked, swallowing past the lump in his throat enough to say, “Yeah mom, their great, real polite too.”

    Sonia smiled at her only son. She was still over bearing but had relented in the past few years and wasn’t forcing placebos on him anymore. She couldn’t, trust Eddie, she had tried.

    After a few more minutes of small talk she left, asking if Eddie was going to shower tonight.

    “Yeah mom, I will in a few minutes.”

    Eddie passed on the message of his shower to his leg and within minutes they had said their goodnights and Eddie was washing away the ink that covered his thighs while thinking of how best to tell his mother that his soulmate wasn’t exactly what she would expect. And by that he meant that she was a he.

[a quick fic, definitely not my best work? but i thought of this scene after thinking about what might cause taakitz to grow as close as they did in such a short amount of time? i concluded late-night cooking :^) (maybe i should make this a mini series bc theres no actual cooking in this one) 

anyways read away. spoilers for lunar interlude 4 and everything prior to it i guess. also its 6am and i havent slept, take pity on me vghjbjn]


Taako stares up at the ceiling of his private quarters. He’s so, so tired- the Director has them all training heavily for something she won’t even tell them about. She seems unsettled, though; maybe even frightened, so even Taako agrees to the extra training. Still, despite his aching bones- Thanks, Magnus- he can’t sleep.

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Joker x Reader

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Prompt: Hey, I just wanted to say I ABSOLUTLY ADORE your writing and I was wondering if you could do a piece were Puddin captures the reader and gets her to strip for him? Very kinky, very dirty smutty smutty smutty smut.

{A/N} I had fun with this, honestly, thank you haha. More of your requests are coming! Thank you for being patient, I’m doing them in the order I receive them!
xo Harley

Warnings: Some violence/abuse, cursing, very kinky, very dirty smutty smutty smutty smut. Also gun play, sorta, so theres that.

The rain seemed to spill from buckets onto the windows of your small apartment. A {F/B} LP spins on your record player as it clashes with the sounds outside. A warm cup of tea keeps your left hand occupied as your right one holds the novel Lolita. As gloomy as the day was, you enjoyed this every time the rain fell, and took solace in the company of your favorite band, a book, a cup of tea and your cat.

Your life was never very eventful, and you have no set direction or calling, but you always valued the little things in life. After all, it’s the little things that add up to the grand scheme of things, and you take solace in it. Reading and tea is good enough for you, and you knew that much about yourself. 

You’re not the girl who goes out and parties, or subdues herself with violent or dangerous vices. After seeing how old friends turned out from just that, you were okay with your vanilla habits. 

 You take a sip from your {F/T} tea and run your hand along your cats tail as {he/she} hops off of the plush bench in the alcove and runs into the other room. Strange.. you think, putting your tea down and setting the open book on the cushion before you get up and walk to your room to grab a cat toy to entertain {her/him}. As you push the door open further, your eyes land on a man standing in front of your large, full length mirror, checking himself out, startling you to say the least as your eyes pop open and your hand grips onto the door. 

“This jacket, it’s new. But I think it really looks good on a guy.. What do you think?” He says, keeping his eyes on his own reflection. 

You’re unsure if he can see you in the mirror, but your eyes stay glued to his shoes, almost burning holes into them as your mind hastily runs through files of information that you may have come across in your years that could possibly help you in a situation like this. Your first thought is to quickly run back into the kitchen and grab a knife, but what if he’s got a gun? 

Trying to quietly swallow hard, your eyes move upwards. He’s slender, built and so, very cocky. His stance is that of a man who knows exactly what he’s worth and who he is, and something about it is almost attractive as you carry on, now more curious, to his face in the mirror. He was pale, and the dark purple trench coat only brought out the green in his hair. His face has tattoos and his icy gaze could mesmerize you without question. Quickly and completely by accident, your eyes now catch each other’s in the mirror, and the smile that slides across his face is nothing short of devilish.

A mixture of emotions course through your tense body as he turns slowly, a mock frown turning on his lips. 

“Don’t be scared, sweetie pie, daddy just wants to play with you a little..”

“Daddy?” You ask. 

It wasn’t really in your repertoire to call someone daddy. You haven’t been quite a sexual person with anyone else, and it wasn’t that you haven’t had experience, you just weren’t sure you ever found someone who really made your heart jump from your chest enough. 

“Oh,” a long laugh emits from his ruby red stained lips, and you can make out every “ha ha” as he does so. “I’m gonna teach you a few things, baby doll.”

Your shoulders slide back, and you turn your cheek slightly. Now would be the time to grab a knife, you think. But something in you pulls at the thought of him. Pulls at the thought of calling him daddy. You’re unsure of the feeling between your thighs as he slowly turns around to face you now, revealing his bare torso riddled with tattoos. 

“Joker..” you read out loud, still rather quietly as your eyes fixate on the lettering above his naval. 

“That’s my name, doll, don’t wear it out,” he says, his voice gravely as takes a step in your direction. “And you, {Y/N}, are one sizzlin’ lady." 

His eyes fall on your exposed shoulder from the oversized sweater you had on before he walks towards your closet, shaking his head. 

I want you to show it off for me…“ 

 Still in shock, you’re watching as he starts thumbing through hangers in your closet, completely making himself at home. How does he know my name? I’ve never seen him before in my life but… Your mind recalls the television broadcasts and news articles about him. They all seem to run through your head like an old film reel and your heart begins to quicken all over again. 

"You’re gonna kill me.” You say, your voice hollow. 

The words seemed to slow down the world, and you could only think of your cat who’d miss you terribly. 

“Oh I’m not gonna kill ya… I’m gonna hurt ya, and you might like it.” He says, yanking a little {F/C} dress from a hanger, breaking it in the process. “Put this on.” He says, throwing it at you. 

You instinctively catch the dress in your hands, flustered and confused. 

Now." 

You move to the bathroom, removing your clothes and slipping into the dress. Even you couldn’t help but like what you saw when you looked in the mirror, but you’d only bought that dress on impulse, and you remembered that as you pulled off the tag. 

You emerge from the bathroom, and he coincidently chucks the pair of black heels you bought to pair with the dress. 

"Be a good little girl, put on your shoes, and lets go." 

You begin to panic now, afraid of going anywhere. 

"I’m not going anywhere with you!” You say, throwing your shoes back at him. “Go away!" 

 The trembling starts in your fingers and makes its way to the rest of your body as his cold stare meets your terrified one. In what feels like only seconds, he pulls a sash from his pocket, grabs your wrists and ties them together. Trying to fight him was the only thing you could think to do, but as soon as he let go, the bones in your wrists were pressing together, and the sash was digging into your flesh, feeling like it could cut off your circulation. 

“Fucker!” You manage to say as he pushes you onto the floor, taking your shoes and angrily putting them on for you.

“If you don’t wanna take the easy route, kitten, I have no problems with it,” he spits as he finished putting your shoes on, yanking you back up by your arm and dragging you through your apartment and out of the door. You whimper, wondering if you should take the chance in the empty street and call for help. You were on the bottom floor, and your door lead right outside, surely someone would hear you.

“Help! Somebody! Please, help m-”

Before you know it, you’re slammed against the wall, and theres a stinging on your cheek. Blinking a few times, your slowly turn your head back to face him. The hues of blue in his eyes up close look almost clear as you try to compose yourself. His expression is stern, and you feel compelled to listen to him now, and the feeling between your thighs is back, stronger now.

“What did I say about being a good little girl for daddy? I don’t want to ruin that pretty little face before I get to devour that, hot little body..”

His hand slides to the inside of your thigh, running his fingers up and down slowly, and you can almost see his expression change in just the least as he teases himself with the warmth of your skin in such a place. Your chest rises as falls, and as horrified as you were at the thought of something so gruesome, some, strange man kidnapping you and attempting at having you the way he wants, you couldn’t help but be aroused.

A jagged laugh leaves his lips as his eyes fall on your chest, noticing your erect, pierced nipples under the thin fabric of your dress. 

“Oh, you are a little freak, too. That’s okay… Just, like, me.”

Your piercings were a small show of rebellion for yourself. Just because you don’t do drugs or party every night, doesn’t mean you can’t do things that seem taboo to other people in other ways. 

He peels you off of the wall and pulls you to his purple Lamborghini, which stood out at your building to begin with. You wondered for a moment how you didn’t hear it earlier, once he threw you inside and turned on the car himself. The music was loud, thudding through the entire area, and he steps on the gas and speeds off, while you inwardly panic, planning an escape as soon as you get to where every you’re going.

“Hey honey, I gotta ask a big favor,” his voice roars, cocky and thick with a smile above the engines own roar and the musics loudness. “Maybe I’m wrong, but does this smell like chloroform to you?” 

He holds a rag to your nose and mouth, and you begin to scream, trying to wriggle away from it. The last thing you hear is his laughter as everything goes black and quiet around you. Oh his laughter.. When he pulled his little joke on you, it sounded like he was the happiest man on earth. 


Everything is hazy, blurry and fading either in or out- you can’t tell- as your eyes blink. The light around you is dim, and you try to move away, panic setting in slowly again as you come to. As you struggle to open your eyes more, praying it was all a bad dream, you see a blurry figure, sitting on a couch in front of you. The figure has green hair, no shirt, and pale skin. You want to cry, scream for help, but you’re too weak. 

Little by little, adrenaline kicks in, causing you to wake up more.

“Look at that mascara, running down those cheeks for me. God, you’re so pretty..” 

“I’m not doing anything for you!” You cry out, noticing you’re in the VIP area of a club as you scream over the music. You knew you were done for now, everyone was drunk, no one cared or paid any attention. No one would help.

“Now, now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he says, bringing his tattooed hand over his mouth as he watches you struggle to sit up. 

You notice the grin tattooed on his hand and you can’t help but be curious about it for only a second as you stare back at him once you’ve finally managed to sit up.

“What to do with you, my doll.. What to do..”

You stay quiet. It couldn’t be that bad, right? Surely not in a public place would he do something drastic to you. 

“Hey boss, we have a-”

“Shut up and get out,” Joker replies to his goon, pulling a gun and aiming it at him. You squeak and jump at the sight of the gun, tears welling up in your eyes again as the man holds his hands up and leaves. 

Fuck. He owns the place.

“Get up,” he tell you, pointing the gun at you now. 

This is it. I’m fish food when he’s done. 

You stand up, trembling just slightly again as you try to gain balance after being drugged and scared in your high heels. He stands up now, and steps closer to you. Your eyes stay on whats going on on the other side of the beaded curtain that separates you from the rest of the club. Trying to find an escape, if only in your mind, you concentrate on the people, the music, everything but what’s happening to you.

Suddenly, you feel your hands fall apart and your wrists gaining more feeling. Your initial thought is to run, but knowing (or thinking) that you can get away, you stay put. His hand reaches out for your face, trailing it to your {H/C} hair, and sliding his fingers through it. His fingertips graze the back of your neck, and your skin crawls. There’s that feeling again.

His hand continues to slide down your back, cupping your ass just slightly as he slides it back up, quickly bringing the gun to your back with his other hand as he whispers in your ear, his voice sultry and dark.

Strip for me..”

The gun on your back leaves as he slides it around to your side and walks back to the couch. Sitting down, Joker leans back into the plush leather, gun in one hand as he gestures towards you to start.

“Do not, keep daddy waiting.”

The gun in his hand was terrifying and yet sexy, and you exhale as you bring your hands back to your own body, sliding your fingers along your hips. You’ve never stripped for anyone before, and this was not your ideal first time.. But catching sight of the arousal in his pants already may have changed your mind as you slide your fingers up to the straps of your dress. Your body begins to sway softly to the music thudding in the club as your slide the straps off of your shoulders one by one, letting your fingers caress every curve and divot of your figure again.

Wanting to tease him, your hands go for the bottom of your short dress as you turn around, sliding it up slowly to expose your {B/T} thighs more. You roll your head back, your {H/L} hair falling over your shoulders as you spread your legs just a bit more, exposing one cheek and cupping your own ass before bending over to show it all to him. You catch him shifting in his seat, leaning forward on his knees now as you roll your body back up slowly, turning around to face him again and lifting your dress slowly as you walk closer towards him, standing between his legs now.

You were already wet at the mere fact that you were doing this for him, especially in a sea of people, and his eyes were still only on you. His hands reach out and grip into your thighs as you slide your dress up further, exposing your glistening essence to him. He leans in and kisses your thigh, tingling every bit of skin his lips grace. You push him back slightly, sudden confidence coursing through you, and he lifts a brow, his expression almost screaming ‘oh really now?’ 

A smile slides across his features as your hands slide back up, your fingers sliding between your breasts. Your hands glide over the fabric again before they cut your breasts. You let your fingers run over your nipples as you bite your lip, pulling on one of them. A soft groan escapes you as you find yourself doing this more for you at the moment, and he’s salivating just watching. His hands move along your legs as you pull at the top of your dress now, just barely exposing your nipples him. The look in his eyes is almost pained as you stop. A smirk slides across your features as you make eye contact with him now. 

“That’s my good girl.. I knew you had it in ya..”

Your hair is a mess, your skin is almost damp from the heat of the room and of the moment, and you giggle just slightly through lowered eyelids as you slide the rest of your dress down slowly. Bringing it over your hips, you let it fall around your heels. 

“Do I get to have you in me, daddy?” You ask, a big grin on your face now as you look at him. It almost feels like something in you snapped, and you just want to act on instinct. 

“Oh baby doll..” he groans, unbuttoning his pants and leaning in to kiss your thighs. You could tell he was proud of you and something in that gave you butterflies. His kisses led from your thigh up to your hip, his mouth trailing only inches away from your folds. He breathes against you before delving in, his tongue sliding along your slit. You moan, a hand playing with his green hair as the other pulls on your nipple. His tongue darts over your clit over and over and you almost laugh at the pleasure coursing through you.

He pulls back, grabbing your shoulders and turning your around, bending you over the table in front of the couch. He takes a long, clean cloth napkin and wrings it up, slapping your ass with it before pulling it back over your mouth and gagging you as your hands grip onto the table. His hand drags over the napkin and trails back to your hair, gripping into it and yanking it back. He grabs his gun with the other hand and glides the the end of the barrel over your back, the cold metal giving you chills. 

You can feel it sliding over your ass, stopping as he holds it at your sweet spot. 

“Happiness is a warm gun, ain’t it?” He growls, sliding it up and down your core again as you moan under the gag. You hang your head before he pulls it back by your hair. Instinctively, you move your hips to press further into his gun, letting it glide against your wetness now as he slips it between your folds further.

“Ask daddy nicely, and maybe I’ll give you want you want..” He coos, still gliding the gun agonizingly slow along your core.

Please daddy..you beg through the makeshift gag. In a rush, you feel his torso on your back and see the gun next to your face. He couldn’t wait any longer, torturing himself at the sight of you like this for him. What he had only seen around town as a sweet, innocent girl, being so dirty, so naughty just for him. His game was corruption, and everyone knew it. He uses a few fingers to pull the gag down from your mouth as he pushes himself into your core, sending a wave of pleasure from your essence to your head and your toes. A loud moan leaves you as he grunts, sliding in and out of your wetness.

“Lemme hear you moan for daddy, huh kitten?”

Almost on cue, you moan for him, unable to take the heat between your thighs now as you buck your hips to meet his thrusts. He presses his wet gun against your lips, leaning down further to watch as you take the now warm gun into your mouth, sucking on it as he continues to throw you both into ecstasy. 

A loud, satisfied hoot leaves him as he continues to push into you, growing sloppier by the second. You can hear him laugh as he bites into your shoulder, trailing down your back with bruises until he stands up straight.

Slap.

“More, daddy..” you beg with a grin as his hand makes contact with your ass again and again. His hands reach for your hips and he pulls you back into him roughly as he reaches his climax, the feeling only guiding you into yours. 


One more slap stings your ass as he pulls out of you, a sort of “job well done” one this time as you pant, leaning down further on the table and loosening your grip on the edge. He squeezes your ass before turning around, buttoning his pants again and sliding a hand back through his emerald hair. The dress lands next to you as he tosses it back, looking around the room back on his guard as he wards off any stares that they may have attracted with his own icy glare as you stand back up, sliding into your {F/C} dress again. You smooth it out, and attempt to smooth out your hair while you turn back to him, half sitting on the table as you kick a leg up, leaning back on your arms and biting your lip.

“You’re gonna do just nicely at my side..” he says as he turns around, admiring a bruise already surfacing on your clavicle. 

Dropping By (5/5)

Helping hunters with research and patching them up brings them to your house at all hours of the day & night. But what happens when your close friends , the Winchesters, are the ones showing up? What happens when a certain Winchester crawls into bed with you ?
 Warnings : swearing, flirting, slight smut.

Pairings :  Dean x reader


2 weeks later..

    You’ve been staying with Jody and the girls since that night, you drove through the night to Sioux falls . When you arrived at her house,  you both try to figure out how the demons found you,and why. The only logical explanation you came up with was that they were associated with the hunter you helped out the night before.  They must have outed you to the demons.  You cant seem to figure out why though . You’ve had your house warded so strongly, Castiel couldn’t even find it until you gave him your location. So how did they?  You’ve spent the last two weeks helping Jody around the house,and spending time with the girls.  Jody requested you keep an eye on Claire, she’s still hung up on being a hunter.  You do as  she asks,  when Claire brings cases to you , you look them over, but find the flaw , showing her it isn’t really a case. 

   As you lay on your bed, Claire comes in, laying down next to you. It’s silent for a while, until Claire speaks up,“   Why havent you gone back to your house? Not saying I want you to leave, but isnt you life there? Your clothes, the lore books. I know you’re going crazy sitting around here.”

Shes not wrong, I am starting to go stir crazy .

" Honestly, im scared. I’ve never been in the physical part of hunting, only the research . You’re right though, I need to go back . Atleast to get my things."  You stand up , grabbing your keys off and phone off your night stand.

Claire follows you down the stairs to Jody ,“ I didnt mean right now Y/n !” She says from behind you . Jody looks up , raising her eyebrow at you  

  “ I’m going to head back home, grab some things. Ill be back .I’ll be back on the road before its dark .” You kiss her on the cheek, then Claire ,and try to head out before she can stop you .

 “ Y/n wait !” Jody is only a couple steps behind you . 

 “ Jody , its safer to do it during the day! “

“ let me come with!” 

  “ You have work J . I can do this. Ill call you when I get there!” You hop in your car, starting on our journey back home.


You finally pull into your home, you didnt really realize just how homesick you really were. You love being with Jody and the girls, but that isnt your home. 



 As you get step onto your porch , you glance around, checking your surroundings . When the coast is clear, you head inside. It looks the exact same as you left it. You immediately go to the sigil hidden behind your mirror in the entrance. You scratch out the symbol that blocks angels from finding you . Just in case.

  You fly around your house, grabbing clothes and shoving them in a duffel, then filling another bag with lore books. The suns about to set, so you begin heading out. When you open your front door, you come face to face with a man . He was taller than you, slicked back brown hair and big brown eyes. A sickening grin forms on his face. I was so close. 

“Finally , you came home. We’ve been waiting.”  You slam your door shut, Thank God for the devils traps all over.

  He starts banging on the door, you also begin hearing banging coming from your back door.  “ You can’t hide forever sweetheart.”

 “ What do you want from me?” you yell back

 “ Your little hunter friend outted you in attempt to save his own ass. The last thing any of us need is someone supplying hunters with information to kill us. So , you see I can’t let you go”


  Fear overtakes your body . They arent going to let me go . You take a deep breath, close your eyes and pray to Cas.

Cas, im in a little bit of tight spot here. Please help me.

 You hear the tell tale sound of wings fluttering, opening your eyes you see Cas standing right infront of you .


  “ I dont think i’ve ever been happier to see you” you breath out, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a tight hug. You’ve met Cas a couple times while you were with the boys, he instantly won a place in your heart. You could see how much he cared for the Winchesters, just like you do .

  Cas returns the hug, “ Why are there demons outside your home Y/n?” He asks concerned.

You pull away and pick your bags back up . “ A hunter tried to save himself by outing me aparantly, and now they want me dead .I just came to grab some things and then head out.”

  “ This isn’t the first time they’ve been here has it?”

  “ No , it was about two weeks ago , i’ve been staying at -” You’re cut off by him transporting you out of your house. You look around your new surroundings, not recognizing where you were. It looks like a war room, theres a giant table with a map as the top. Chairs circling around it. “ Cas where the hell did you take me? I just wanted you poof me back to Jody’s !” you half yell. Before he answers ,another voice appears.

“ y/n?” Oh hell. Thanks a lot Castiel.

“ You are welcome” He answers, you send him a glare. You forget he can hear thoughts sometimes. You turn and face Sam , a tight smile on your face.

 “ Hey Sammy” You say awkardly as you swing your bags back and forth .

“ What are you doing here ? Is something wrong ?” You sigh , tossing your bags onto a nearby chair.

  “ Noo.. I was just stopping by for a visit !”you try to play it off, He’s going to kill me for not telling him.

“ He will not kill you Y/n , Sam deeply cares about you .”Sam sends you a “what are you hiding look”

“ Who does Sammy deeply care about?” Son of a bitch.

Dean comes strolling in the room ,beer in hand. His eyes widen when he sees you . You don’t say anything , not even hello .

“ Well Y/n, what’s going on?” Sam questions , his arms crossed over his chest,and he is sending you his classic bitch face.

Castiel speaks for you ,“ Two weeks ago demons showed up outside her house, a hunter told themof her in hopes of saving his own life.She’s been staying with Jody ,until today she went back to retrieve some of her things and they reappeared. She called me , and I brought her here. I thought that would be best .” He sends you a soft smile, that you return to him. You can’t even be mad at Cas, he was only trying to help. He flutters away , before anyone says anything. You look between the boys, both giving you disapproving looks. 

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“ Oh shut up, I handled it. Now if you don’t mind, I need to get back to Jody .” You go for your phone, ready to call Jody and see if her or Claire will come get you 

“ Oh no Sweetheart, you’re not getting out of this conversation.” Dean grabs your phone out of you hand. You send him an annoyed glare, “ Dean im fine, its dealt with . ““ You’re not going back to Jodys Y/n .” Sam spoke up  Well this is going to go well.

“ And why the hell not?” Annoyance clear in your tone.

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 “ What if they trace you back to Sioux Falls? Huh? You want to risk putting Jody and the girls in even more danger than you already have?” Your face falls, How did I not think of that .

Dean aggressively places your phone on the table, making you flinch. “ Damn it Y/n ,why wouldnt you just call us !” He roared. You shrunk even more ,

  “ Because I didnt need you to play hero ! I thought I had this covered !”

“ Well you didnt! Now you’re going to stay here until this is taken care of, dont even fucking argue.” He storms out of the room , leaving you standing there, tears about to spill over to your cheeks.

  Sam walks over to you , pulling you into a hug. “ Why didn’t you really call us Y/n, no crap about having this handled.” You sigh , How can he even tell when im lieing.

“ After you guys left, you’re the only one that called me Sam. Dean didn’t even try to contact me. I figured he wanted to forget about being at my house. So I didnt want to drag your guys back to me.” You say , barely above a whisper     

  Sam doesn’t respond, but Dean does.” Sam , can you give us a minute.“ his voice doesn’t have any hint of hostilly, or anger left in it . But it isn’t exactly a friendly tone either. Sam kisses the top of you head, then leaves the room. Dean sits in one of the chairs around the table, he’s tapping his finger against the table.  Here comes there rejection speech . I should of just stayed at Jodys, none of this would be happening. I didn’t even need my crap anyway  .

   It feels like forever before he speaks, but when he does his voice is softer than you expect. ” Is that really why you didn’t call us for help? You thought I wanted to forget about what happened? “ He’s staring at you while you keep your gaze on the floor.

"  Your mood completely flipped when you left,  you went from not wanting to leave to, ’ get me the hell out of here ’ within minutes Dean . Your brother is the one that was calling me, not you . So my fucking bad that I assumed it was just something to pass your time with ” it comes out cold, no other emotion besides anger running through you  . You hear him scoff as he stands from the chair. He makes his way infront of you , stopping barely 2 inches away from you. You stand your ground, not letting him intimidate you .

 " You think  you have me figured out don’t you? I was already attached to you before we spent the week at your house, I always felt something for you , but I wasn’t sure what it was. And I didn’t need to know since we only saw you once in a while. Spending that week with you , made me even more attached to you. Having you sleep in my arms, waking up next to you , just being near you made things feel semi normal . Do you know how dangerous it is to be associated with  a hunter, let alone a Winchester!? Everyone we care for dies ,Y/n . I couldn’t have that happen to you .I realized that when  I had to push myself to leave you . That’s why I didn’t call. I knew you were okay , Sam would tell me. But this, “ he signals between the two of you , ” can’t happen. I wont let it . I can’t lose you like I lost everyone else. No matter how much I love you .“ As the words slip out of his mouth , his eyes widen.

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  Did he just …. but then he said we cant… why is Dean Winchester so complicated.

   The air is thick between the two of you , both in shock of Deans words.

 ” You .. you love me?“ You finally manage to squeak out. You look up and see him looking anywhere but your face. You lift your hand to his face, guiding his eyes to yours.

 ” I’m not saying it again.  “ He turns, grabs your bags off the chair & starts to walk away .  You can feel your heart about to beat out of you chest.He says he cant be with me, so why am I staying?

 You follow behind him, he leads you to an empty room. It was bigger than the one you stayed in at Jody’s, it had a normal size closet and two nightstands next to the bed. The bed was quite big, reminding you of your own bed at home.I just want to go home.

  Dean drops your bags on the bed, and goes to leave.Oh no you don’t Winchester.

    You grab his wrist, spinning him around to face you . You move your hands to fist in his red flannel, and pull his lips to yours. He doesn’t push you away , instead his hands grab onto your waist, pulling you closer. Your lips are molded to his in a heated , fast kiss. He nips on your bottom lip, making you moan . His hands entangle in your hair, bringing your lips tighter against his. The kiss is frantic, but perfect. You can feel a tingle wave through your body . Deans hands land behind your thighs, making you jump and wrap your legs around his waist.You can feel his erection press against your heated core, making another moan erupt from your mouth. Dean begins kissing every part of you neck he can reach and he slams your back against the nearest wall. You begin grinding yourself down on his bulge, pulling a groan from him. 

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 He removes your back from the wall, proceeding to drop you onto the bed. You land with a bounce, a shocked gasp escapes your mouth . You look at Dean , his eyes glazing over with what you assume to be lust. He moves to hover over you , his lips right above yours as his body pins you to the bed.

 ” I mean what I said Y/n , we can’t .“ He starts to move away from you .

"Oh I don’t think so Dean .” You lock your legs around his waist before he moves any farther. You quickly flip the both of you so now Deans on his back. His eyes are wide, and he’s about to protest, but you beat him to it .

“ You don’t get to make this decision for me . I get you don’t want me in danger, but guess what? I already have a fucking target on my back ,and surprise, its not because of a Winchester . No one is safe when they have anything to do with hunting. Regardless if they are physically killing things, or doing the research . So get it through your thick skull Dean Winchester, I love you . And I’m not letting you push me away because you’re being a big fucking baby .” you’re out of breath by the time you finish your speech . Deans staring up at you , hands resting on your waist, his lips slightly parted.  His breathing is heavy , but so if yours. You stay straddling him for a few minutes, before the silence ends.

 " You love me?“ he asks timidly . You let out a laugh , shaking your head.

 ” You’re just processing that now? Yes D, I love you . If you don’t want to be with me for a different reason than my safety, tell me . But if that is the main reason, then you’re out of luck, because I’m not accepting it. “ A dazzling smile appears on his face, making you raise your eyebrow at him . He then turns the tables, flipping you so you’re beneath him now. He is back hovering over you, but he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you this time. His lips are soft against yours, completely different than previous kisses from today . His lips slowly move with yours, he slowly traces your bottom lip with his tongue, you part you lips, letting his tongue tangle with yours.

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Your fingers interlock in his hair, pulling him deeper in to your lips. He moves his lips from yours, beginning to trail kisses from underneath your ear down to the collar of your shirt. He leans back , and you take the cue to take your shirt off. He mimics your actions, stripping his layers off. You both take a minute to look at eachother , then continue taking the rest of each others clothing off.  In a matter minutes, you’re both completely naked, and Deans lips are back on yours. He gives you a quick kiss, then moves his lips lower. Slowly dragging them down your neck , to your breasts. He wraps his lips around your hardened peak ,while his hand tweaks your other one. He swirls his tongue around the bud, making you let out a string of moans. He switches boobs, but slides his hand down your body , finally ending up on your clit. Your aching your back into him as he sucks at your chest, and circles a finger around your clit.

” Dean , please .“ You whine  He picks his head up, releasing your nipple with a pop, giving you a  mischievous smirk .  He moves himself down your body , until hes right infront of your core. You move your hands to his hair, as he licks through your soaking folds.

 ” You’re soaked Sweetheart, is this all because of me?“ He asks as he presses down on your clit with his thumb. You whimper and nod, causing him to chuckle. He dives his head back down, and sucks your sensitive clit into his mouth . Your grip tightens on his hair as you moan his name.

” Dean please,  I need you inside me. Do this another time !“ you beg. He smiles, pulling himself back up and planting a lingering kiss on your lips. You reach down, taking his hard length in your hand. You begin to guide it to your entrance, he takes control, and pushes into you. It’s uncomfortable at first, but you adjust to his impressive size quickly. As he starts moving slowly, thrusting slowly but still deep. You rake your nails down his back ,as moans fly out of you . He keeps a slow steady pace, but you want more.

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” Dean please, go faster “ you whimper out. He does as you ask ,and begins slamming into you. The sounds coming out of you are obscene, but you can tell Dean enjoys them. He switches positions,  so your legs are spread open to him while hes on his knees. He grips onto your hips, beginning to pound into you even harder. ” Oh my God. Dean “  you breath out, you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge.  You hear Dean grunt, he slides is hand from your hip to you clit, pulling his thumb in tight circles against it. You feel yourself tightening around his cock as his thrust become sloppy. ” Come on D, cum for me. “ You whisper as he slams into you particularly hard. His thrust throws you over the edge into the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. Dean finishes at the same time, moans of pleasure leaving both of you.  He rolls himself off you , pulling you into his side as he adjusts himself. You’re chests are both still heaving.

” So- I guess the games over now, huh?“  You ask as you trace circles over his bare stomach. He lets out a laugh , and kisses your forehead.

” Yeah I guess it is. Now we just get to go straight to the good part sweetheart". you laugh

“ Dean , I love you.” You say suddenly. He tilts your face up to his, a smile beaming at you

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“ I love you too "  He goes to kiss you again , but a knock at the door stops him .

” Are you two done now? “ You hear Sam’s sass through the door. You both laugh , and get out of bed. You throw on the flannel Dean had on , and pull up your sweats.  Dean opens the door as he pulls his shirt on , Sam’s got a blush on his face as he rubs the back of his neck.

” You okay there Sammy? “ Dean asks with a laugh , ” Whats up?“

Sam clears his throat  before talking, ” I called Crowley , had him look into the demons that showed up at Y/n’s. He said he took care of it . Everything should be clear. “ You feel like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders.  But what happens now? I don’t l think I can leave Dean now…

” Well that’s great ! Now we can go get the rest of y/n’s stuff. “ You and Sam both snap you eyes to Dean sending him confused looks.

” You don’t think you’re going back there now that demons know where you live , do you? Because that’s not happening. You’re staying here with us. “

 You cant control the smile that forms on your lips. ” Dean Winchester, are you asking me to move in the Bunker?“ You ask slowly but playful .

 ” Not asking, it’s happening Sweetheart. “ He pulls you to his side, planting a kiss on your head.

 thank God for that damn Game.

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staos, ch5: panic! at the fake dating

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so….been a while, huh?

i just wanted to say that french paparazzi laws are totally different from this fic. they’re actually incredibly strict, and the way the paparazzi in this fic act is more similar to the us, but still possibly kind of extreme? i probably should’ve googled that before using it as a plot point, but i didn’t, and now it’s a fairly major one, so i won’t be going back and changing. i apologize for the inaccuracies!

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Adrien rests his forehead on the glass of his window and stares at the darkened city below him. He needs to move on with his life, but he can’t. Not yet. For now, he just needs to process this new information.

Marinette has a crush on him.

Fuck.

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Forgotten

What if the Enchantress came one day late? What if the ball went as planned, and the Prince went to bed that night human and cruel, and the next day was alone when she arrived? What if the staff weren’t nearby when the curse was cast? What then, what then?

“The prince [was] forgotten by the world, for the enchantress had erased all memory of them from the minds of the people they loved….” Dark!Fic. Inspired by this savagely sad post of @batbobsession‘s.


Part I: Not A Care in the World

The ball was flawless. In the garden, the roses continued to reach to the sky, and the storm brushed away; the lights shut off in the palace, one by one, and the music faded to silence. The prince went to bed with one or two or three pretty women he wouldn’t care for by the next day. Up in his room, Lumiere popped open a bottle of champagne.

Plumette, lighting the candles by the bed, grinned at him over the flames. He laughed and raised his glass.

“Another sublime night, ça va, mon amour?” The door creaks and in come Mrs. Potts, Cogsworth, Chapeau, the visiting musicians. The word has quickly spread that Lumiere and Plumette are serving leftover croquembouche in their room; the staff find places to sit, glasses to drink from, hands to join and caress. Mrs. Potts, in a rocking chair, smiles and holds a sleeping Chip.

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Lord of Thorns (Chapter Three)

Peter and Wade meet! And it’s– well you all have heard the story, you know exactly how this first meeting will go!

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Peter woke up on the forest floor, shivering in the snow.

Snow? He thought, because that wasn’t right. It was only August, there shouldn’t be snow for another couple months. Shaking his head, wincing when pain zinged through his skull, he sat up slowly, looking around for Phillip.

“There you are, boy.” he called to the nervous horse softly. “You alright?”

It was slowly coming back to him– the deer that had jumped out of the brush, startling Phillip and sending him skittering towards the edge of the trail. The way the ground had started giving out, and with a shriek from the horse they had tumbled backwards and over a cliff Peter hadn’t even realized was there. He didn’t even remember hitting the ground, but it was night now, which meant he had been unconscious on the cold ground for hours.

Peter checked Phillip out quickly, running trembling hands down the horse’s legs, checking for breaks or sprains. “Oh, you only threw a shoe, huh? That’s lucky.” Peter breathed a sigh of relief, pressing his head to the warm body. “I can’t ride you with a shoe tossed, but that’s alright. Let’s see if we can get out of this snow, come on.” he looped the reins loosely through his hands and started walking down a barely there trail, just able to watch his footing with the light of a shockingly full moon.

“Alright, big guy, we are fine.” Peter talked soothing nonsense to the animal as they walked, trying to keep them both calm. A check of the saddlebags showed he hadn’t lost any of his food, and the slim book of poems was still wrapped tight at the bottom. The horse pranced nervously, too young to be comfortable with new circumstances, since he had never actually been off the farm. He was only four or five years old, fast, but not useful on the farm. May had let Peter keep him only because delivering the colt had been one of the last things Ben and Peter had done together, and Peter loved the animal desperately.

“Okay, we are just gonna walk until we find some shelter, alright?” He patted Phillips neck reassuringly, tucked his riding coat a little tighter around himself, pulling the hood up and over his hair, and headed down the path, talking quietly about everything they passed just to keep himself and the horse calm.

He didn’t know how long they walked, but his feet were hurting and he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open when seemingly out of nowhere a castle was looming out of the dark, looking impossibly forbidding in the moonlight.

Peter sucked in a quick breath and the horse nickered uncertainly, nudging at his shoulder. “I know, Phillip.” Peter said quietly. “I’m a little scared too, but we can’t stay out here all night, and I don’t know how to get back home, so we got to give it a shot.”

He took a deep breath and walked the horse through the gate, heading up to the big doors. Peter glanced uncomfortably at the gargoyles lining the path, at the sharp spikes and harsh edges of the castle.

“What is this place?”

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