but your still terrified

Imagine Chris making you feel safe.

A/N: Inspired by the terrifying IT trailer I watched earlier today, that’s still seared in my brain actually. If you don’t like scary movies or clowns, don’t watch it. Learn from my mistake, we don’t all have Chris to make us feel safe. 😂

Chris walked out from the bathroom and raised an eyebrow at you; you were watching something on your iPad that you were holding at arms length and on mute. He chuckled which made you flinch as you looked up at him. “What are you doing?” He laughed when you did, walking over to join you on the bed.

“I’m watching the new IT trailer,” you told him and you heard him heave a sigh. “What?” You giggled when he shook his head at you, chuckling. “It’s on my Facebook wall and it started playing as I scrolled past it, and you know me- I’m a very curious person.”

“You’re also a very timid person when it comes to scary movies, so don’t watch it.” He instructed as he picked his book off the bedside table to read a little more before bed. “Aren’t you needy tonight?” He teased as you forced your way into his arms, resting your head against his chest; his arm wrapped around you and rested lazily against your thigh.

“I’m always needy,” you lifted your head to kiss his jawline and he smiled, pulling you closer to him as he returned his attention to his book. Truth be told, you just wanted to be closer to him while you finished watching that terrifying trailer. “That looks like a very good book, babe,” you glanced back at him, testing the waters to see how immerse he was in his reading before you continued watching the trailer.

“Mm hm,” he hummed in response and said nothing more.

You smiled as you turned back to your iPad and pressed play, you held it a distance away from you and watched the horror continue to unfold. Even on mute, you were absolutely terrified because Chris was right; you were timid when it came to scary movies which was why the two of you never watched them during movie nights. You tried hard not to flinch or react too harshly because you knew Chris would scold you, but you couldn’t help yourself when the clown pounced at the camera. You yelped and jerked away from the iPad, tearing Chris’ attention from the book and onto you.

“I told you not to watch it,” he recited almost monotonously because he’d already expected you to. “Now what?” He quizzed, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched you pull away from him to put your iPad aside. “Are you going to spend the whole night asking me to check out every creak and thud?” You rolled your eyes as you took off your glasses, tucking yourself into bed; beside you, Chris tried hard not to laugh as he continued to tease you. “‘Cause I will not be doing that, especially not when I have an early morning meeting tomorrow.”

“I’m perfectly fine, Captain,” you retorted, turning your back towards him as you tried to go to sleep. “It wasn’t even that scary.” It was terrifying and you could still feel your heart pounding. “And it’s unrealistic anyway, clowns are- they’re dumb.”

“Mm hm,” Chris tried not to laugh; he knew you were terrified. “Well, since you’re not scared and you’re going to bed- I hope you don’t mind me finishing the book downstairs.” You felt the weight on the bed shift and you quickly sat up; your head snapped in his direction so quickly that it nearly gave you whiplash.

“Why can’t you just finish your book here?”

“Because you’re going to sleep and I don’t want to disturb you.” He was trying hard not to laugh as he leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “Goodnight, baby.” You huffed and laid back down, pulling the covers up to your chin. “Don’t let the clown demons get you,” he sang song as he walked out of the bedroom, turning off the lights as he left.

“Hilarious!” You called and heard his laughter follow him downstairs. “It’s just a trailer, Y/N.” You mumbled to yourself and closed your eyes. “It’s fiction. Stephen King writes fiction, it’s not real.” You heard a thud on the roof and your eyes shot open. “It’s probably just a rat, or a bird. Relax, Y/N.” You heard scuttling against the hardwood floor and you buried your head under the covers. “But you’re a writer and writers write from experience which means-” A blood curling scream escaped your throat when you felt something jump onto you; it was only Dodger, but you were too deep in your own imagination to realize that.

“Y/N?!” Chris scrambled upstairs; his rational side told him he had nothing to worry about, but like you- he caught a glimpse of the trailer and had a vivid imagination. “Fucking hell,” he cussed when he turned on the lights and saw you hugging Dodger with a sheepish look on your face. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“If you didn’t leave my side, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

“If you didn’t watch the trailer, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

“Can you just stay here?” You asked with an adorable pout and he chuckled softly, holding out a hand. “What?” You quizzed as he walked over, taking your hand and pulling you out of bed. “Where are we going, Chris?” You asked when he tucked your arm under his, leading you out of the bedroom.

“I thought you’d like to join me while I make a round of the house and check all entry points,” he told you and you chuckled, hugging his arm tightly. “That way you’ll believe me when I say everything’s locked.” Your grip tightened around his arm when thunder crashed outside; Chris chuckled and kissed your head. “Scaredy-cat,” he mumbled into your hair.

“I am not,” you yanked your arm out of his and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Okay,” Chris held up his arms in mock surrender and walked ahead, padding down the staircase with you following behind him. Your whole body flinched when another roll of thunder roared, but it wasn’t until you heard a thud come from behind you that you rushed back to Chris side and slipped your hand in his. “Yeah,” he chuckled softly, entwining his fingers with yours. “You’re very brave.”

“Why did you let me watch that trailer?” You frowned at him then scanned your vicinity warily, flinching at another stroke of thunder. “You know how bad I am with scary movies,” you scolded and he scoffed with an amused smirk, “especially when there are clowns involved. I hate clowns, Chris. They’re so- Oh God!” You yelped, making Chris jump too. “It’s just our reflections,” you chuckled sheepishly when he frowned at you.

“I told you not to watch it, but you’re so God damn stubborn that you watched it anyway.” He pulled you along as he checked the front door. “And of course I know how much you hate clowns, you practically had an anxiety attack when that clown tried to approach you in the lobby of that hotel we stayed at in Malaysia.”

“What kind of hotel has clowns as entertainment?” You argued as you shuddered at the memory. “Nobody likes clowns, they’re creepy and they’re not even that funny.” Chris chuckled as he moved on to check the sliding doors that led out to the backyard. “There’s a reason people use clowns as serial killers and possessed demons, Chris.”

“Relax, baby,” he chuckled and squeezed your hand. “It’s just a trailer, okay? It’s fiction, you have nothing to worry about. Look, we’re checking all the entry points- there is nothing and no one that can get in here tonight.” You huffed and he chuckled again, “if you don’t trust grade-A locks, at least trust your grade-A boyfriend. I’m not going to let anyone get to you, I’m Captain America for a reason. Hm?” He poked you in the cheek and waited for you to crack a smile; it didn’t take long. “There we go,” he smiled. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

“Let’s check the back door and go to bed,” you said and he nodded, taking lead with you slightly behind him. You bit back your smile as you watched him check the lock. It never once ceased to amaze you that he would do whatever he needed to make you feel safe, even if the reason you felt unsafe was irrational and stupid. Any other guy would’ve just told you to stop being an idiot, but not him; Chris always accommodated you and your overactive imagination, and that was one of the many reasons you loved him.

“We good?” He quizzed and you nodded, smiling. “Okay,” he lifted your hand to his lips and kissed it. “Let’s go to bed.” He said, pulling you alongside him as the two of you made your way back upstairs. “Hopefully you can sleep soundly now that you know you’re safe, and now that it’s raining.” He looked to the ceiling, smiling at the soothing sounds of the rain falling against the roof. “I know how much you like sleeping to the sound of rain.”

“I do,” you smiled, hugging his arm. “And I always know I’m safe around you,” you told him and he smiled. “Like you said,” you poked his side, “you’re Captain America for a reason, right?” He chuckled and scooped you into his arms, bridal style. “Chris!” You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Gotta keep you close to keep you safe, right?” He winked.

“Right,” you chuckled and tenderly pressed your lips against his.

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Dean Drabble

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

AN: I’m sorry…I had to do it though! Nothing about this is fluffy.

Finding out you were pregnant had been both a blessing and a curse. You were so happy when your doctor had told you the reason you were sick was not the flu, but that you were 7 weeks pregnant. You’d wanted to be a mother for as long as you could remember and now you would get your chance.

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Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Request: Jason Todd x reader where the reader is training with Roy on how to use arrows and Jason gets jealous

A/N: So I’ve never written for The Outlaws before, so this could be completely rubbish and out of character. Despite that, I really enjoyed writing Roy and Kori, maybe I should do that more?? Idk guys, idk.

Tagging: @jadedhillon


Moving in with The Outlaws was, surprisingly, a lot less difficult than you had expected. You’d been dating Jason for a few years now, and when your own roommate moved out of Gotham for work he’d suggested that you stay with him, save yourself the trouble of finding someone else to share the rent. You stayed over frequently enough that it didn’t take much getting used to, but you weren’t expecting the ease with which you slipped into the camaraderie of the group. 

The apartment was small and by no means fancy, but somehow they made it feel like home. It gave you a warm, fuzzy sensation in your stomach to return from work and have three other people waiting to greet you and ask how your day had been. (It was still mildly terrifying to get up for water in the middle of the night and be confronted by Kori’s glowing eyes when you walked into the kitchen, or to find a gun in the cutlery drawer, but slowly you were becoming used to it.)

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Having a baby with Remus Lupin would include
  • Telling him you were pregnant for his birthday
  • Him thinking you were joking at first but finally understanding you were not
  • Not so manly tears, lots and lots of hugs and kisses
  • Him being the happiest man on Earth but still terrified your baby would end up having a « furry little problem » too
  • You telling him to stop worrying and that if it happened, you would handle it like bosses because that’s what you were, a team
  • The boys and Lily being so excited when you both told them, immediatly starting to fight to know who the baby would be named after
  • « You stole my man so you could at least name the baby after me Y/N ! » Sirius would tell you
  • Remus and you agreeing on making Sirius the godfather so he would stop whining

Originally posted by couplenotes

  • Remus watching your belly grow day by day, whispering sweet things to your future baby while you would play with his hair
  • Him being overprotective during all your pregnancy and insisting on doing all the chores
  • « I hope he will have his mother’s smile, because I love it. » he would say, « What if it’s a she ? » you would laugh « … it can be a she ?! »
  • Preparing the future baby’s room together, and Remus being very clumsy would surely hurt himself trying to build the bed and the rest on his own
  • Laughing so hard at his overdramatic reaction « I think I broke my nose with that stupid shelf, that’s not funny Y/N »

Originally posted by alevay

  • Finally, you would give birth to a healthy and beautiful little girl
  • Remus wanting her middle name to be Hope, like his mother
  • Remus first being petrified, overwhelmed by too much happiness to think straight
  • Him not knowing how to touch her because he would be scared to do something wrong and hurt her
  • Your babygirl crying whenever he would leave the room and touching the scars on his face with her tiny fingers, making the both of you smile
  • Lily and James giving you a dreamcatcher as a present, Peter offering a small pair of shoes and Sirius shyly handing you a stuffed animal that looked more like a potato than anything else
  • « I made it myself, it’s me as Padfoot. I know it looks a bit weird but I did my best… »
  • It would be the only toy your daughter wanted, and she wouldn’t be able to sleep without it
  • Remus singing her to sleep, making you fall in love with him a little more everytime

Originally posted by loversareeverywhere

  • Living in a small and cozy house in the middle of nowhere, but not that far from Sirius and James and Lily’s place
  • Remus changing her diapers for the first time
  • He would pass out
  • Sleeping together, your daughter between the two of you on the bed
  • Remus watching you both sleep peacefully, finally feeling home and truly loved
  • During his first Full Moon since you became parents, he would go as far from your home as possible, the boys coming with him as animagi like when you were at Hogwarts
  • You being relieved when he would come back safe, helping him healing his wounds before going to bed and cuddling
  • You would still have your little moments, just the two of you while Sirius would play the role of the babysitter (he loved it)
  • « Who’s gonna have the best time of her life with uncle Sirius while mommy and daddy make you a little bro ? Yes baby that’s you. »

Originally posted by in-da-tardis

  • Your first Christmas as a family, wearing horrible Christmas pullovers and secretly liking it
  • Decorating the Christmas tree together, your daughter on Remus’ shoulders putting a little star on top of it
  • Spending wintery nights by the fireplace
  • Taking a lot of pictures and filling many albums with them
  • Sirius secretely trying to make her say his name as her first word, and he would succeed
  • Remus being in shock when she would say « Sirius » before « daddy » or anything else
  • Having a snowball fight with him as a revenge, while you watched the two young men from the inside of your house with your little girl in your arms
  • Just being happy
  • Being home
  • Being a family

I’m sorry I had to delete it and post it again ! 

Because Remus as a dad is just too good, thanks for requesting anon, I hope you like it.xx

I just hit 70 followers, you guys are amazing. Credits to the gifs owners/makers.

Link to my last Remus would include.

{PART 7} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; A whole week has passed since Jungkook was forced to leave your apartment, just before you could take your relationship with him to the next level. But today at the office, things become interesting yet again - for both you, and Jungkook.

{Part 1} // {Part 6} {Part 7} {Part 8}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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It’s now 2017, which means The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind turns a whopping 15 years old in a few short months. To celebrate this momentous occasion, I want to create a memorial of sorts to share with developers and fans alike.

For that, I’m asking you to tell me what makes Morrowind special to you.

Is there some epic memory you have from your playthrough? Did you buy the game half a dozen times but never finished? Did you fail your exams playing into the late hours of the night? Did you meet your significant other in the community? Did it help you figure out what you want your career to be? Are you still, to this day, terrified of mudcrabs? Let me know!

You can share your experiences by emailing the project at MorrowindMemories@gmail.com, reblogging or replying to this post, or messaging me privately. If you are comfortable with it, please include a name or username and location along with your message.

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The Dreams that Haunt us

Summary: You usually have nightmares after missions, but this one is worse than usual. Luckily, someone’s there to help you out.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1621 Words

Warning: Fluff, a bit of angst, nightmares, illness, very very slight gore, like it’s not even there

Notes: I wrote this in, like, an hour, so forgive me if there’s mistakes, I didn’t edit it. I also didn’t get to elaborate or create a good title, sorry! 

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

You sit up with a jolt, chest heaving with distress and terror. You’re sweating, beads of water dripping down your forehead. Your heart is racing, thumping rapidly within your ribcage. You glance cautiously around the dark room, eyes flicking and analysing every shadow and corner. Nothing seems to be replicated from your nightmare, so you take a deep breath, trying to control your breathing, taking in lungfuls of the cool air. Tears are still forming in the ducts of your eyes, leaking out in a most shameful way, especially for an Avenger like you. You can taste the saltiness on your lips, quickly swiping a hand over your lids.

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Better Late Than Never

Happy Belated Valentine’s Day! I hope you all had a great day, and I am a little late on this prompt, but I hope you will like nevertheless! 

This is a late Vday gift for you all, and I hope that you all know that you are loved no matter what your relationship status <3

word count: 727

pairing: nalu

characters: natsu, lucy

Lucy stood with a hand placed on her hip, looking at the calendar in annoyance. It was February 20th, but yet she received no gift from her boyfriend. She supposed that maybe he forgot, or that he just didn’t care. Only one of those things was unlike Natsu, and it wasn’t the uncaring one. He cared so much for her, that she knew full and well.

But why the hell was he so late on her gift?

Sighing, she decided to go grab one of the many bath bombs she had underneath her sink and drop one into the bath to relax. She chose a lavender one to relax her body and mind, and she was just sinking into the tub when she heard the bathroom door open. Out of instinct, she screamed.

Natsu pushed away the shower curtain with his ears covered. “Hey Luce!”

She continued to scream while wrapping her naked body rapidly with the shower curtain, and Natsu’s ears rang with the noise even with his ears covered. “Stop screaming! I was just gonna ask if you wanted your Valentine’s day gift now or later.”

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li͞ste͠n ̕clos͝ely͡. ͝i̛ n͢e͠e̕d ́y͡oư.͢
li͞ste͠n ̕clos͝ely͡. ͝i̛ n͢e͠e̕d ́y͡oư.͢

anonymous: Are you still accepting requests? If so, could you do something with anti trying to reassure us, but still being ‘creepy’ and terrifying. Similar to your recording of the mind control head-canon?

shh͠,̷,͘ d̵ońt ̨b͢e̸ ̶sca̕r͞e̴d̸,̧,̷ ͘why ͢woul̸d͡ ͞i͠ ̷h͢u͡rt̀ y̡o͏u̧ ̸wh҉en,, i n͞e͡e̴d ̛y̧òu͢r ́a̛tte̸n̛tio̡n͠ t̶o ͜sur͏v̕i͘ve҉? ,, ͘h͝u̶s̕h̨ ͟now,,̢ wipe͝ ͘yo͢u͏r ͡te̴a̛rs aw͟a̕y,,͞ ̨í ̕w̕an̵t͡ ̧y̢òu̢ t̀ǫ ̸tr̀ust ̢mé,, ͏to b̧e̵,, ͢willin̴g̡ ̢t͢o m͟y ͘wơrd̡,́,̸, all ̸you ha̸ve to̶ do ͞is ̴lèt̡ ̡me i̵n̛t̨o y̵ou̢r͟ ͡m̵i͘nd. ͝t̛ha͠t,̀,͟ f̨ragílȩ thi̶ng͘ ̶w̛it̸hin̨ y͝our̢ sk̷ull,̢,̛ ́yes̷ t͏hat̶s ̴it,̕, ̸l͝e͠t ́my ͝w͞or̷ds͞ ̶help̷ ̶y̡ou̢ sleęp ͜a̢s͝ ̧y̢o̸ųr ̕e͞y͠el҉ids̷ g̷r͠ow ̛heavy͢,,,̨ ̕and ͞t҉h̸e world̡,̕,̴,,҉,, ͘pųl̶ls͢,͞,͝, aw̵a͞y.̨

Soulmate AU (John Laurens x Reader)

Words: 1,144

Soulmate AU where when you get beauty marks, scars, cuts, etc they also appear on your soulmate, but don’t cause them any pain. Modern.

Warnings: A bit of self negativity and Maria being your friend, wingman and sassmaster.

(First fic on here! Wooh! Please go head and send requests, say hello, or tell me if there’s a weird spelling or grammar mistake in here.)

“What happened to your face?” A smile came across John’s face when he was asked this question as he sat down at his friends’ usual table.

“I have no idea,” he declared, proud of the horizontal streak being displayed on his nose. For a moment there was an air of bewilderment before realization dawned.

“My, ton âme sœur must be quite the character for you to have all of these odd marks appear this frequently,” Lafayette remarked, it being the second time in the past week where John had acquired a peculiar new mark, likely being from some sort of injury.

“I find it kinda reassuring, you know?” John reached for the faint stripes that appeared on his neck a few days prior. “Like a constant reminder that there’s a real, living and breathing person who was made for me.”

When you walked into the bar you immediately spotted your friend Maria, her having saved a stool for you. Maria wasted no time before sending a pointed look to the band-aid stuck to the middle of your face.

“What did you do to your face?” You pouted at the nonchalant way she posed her question.

“It wasn’t my fault!” Maria took a sip of her drink, her expression unmoved. You sighed in defeat. “I was standing too close to a pinata.” Her eyes widened.

“Did you get hit with a bat?”

“No! I was hit by the pinata.” Maria snorted, causing you to sulk further. “It was pointy and hurt and it started bleeding!” You rubbed the afflicted area in self pity while your friend silently judged you for clumsy nature.

“Maybe if you didn’t hide all of your cuts and bruises you would’ve found your soulmate by now,” she cocked an eyebrow at your both terrified and dumbfounded face. “You’re still scared you’re not going to meet them until you’re old and dying, right?”

“I don’t want them to know I’m a klutz!” You exclaimed. at your exclamation you attempted to swing your hand out in emphasis, instead hitting it against the bar. 

“I’m sure they already know,” She rolled her eyes.

You cradled your hand as a small bruise began to form. “I was thinking about trying to date someone who’s not my soulmate. You’ve done that before, haven’t you?”

“Wouldn’t personally recommend it, but yes. Where is this coming from?” You paused for a moment to think of your answer. A million things raced through your mind, worries and insecurities you’ve had about not being good enough for your designated significant other.

“Well, I think a lot about who my soulmate is, and I’m worried that they won’t like me or want to be around me because I’m accident-prone. I have zero good luck. You know this.”

“I do know this. I also know that you’re being ridiculous. Your soulmate is literally designed to fall in love with you. You realize that, right?” You half-halfheartedly glared at her, knowing she had a point. “And I don’t think they’ll care about you being accident prone since in any case you’re both getting the sames scars at the end.” Dejected by the truth behind her words, you slouched against the wooden bar.

“I really just want someone to love me.”

“You and me both.” Maria finished her drink before standing up with a stretch. “I’m going to the bathroom. Order me another drink when I’m gone?”

“Sure thing,” you nodded, waving at bartender to get a second drink for your friend and one for yourself. It seemed like no time passed at all before Maria was back at your side.

“Y/N. Bandage. Off. Now.” Maria made unwavering eye contact as she made her demand. You furrowed your eyebrows.


“Look behind you.” You not-so subtly turned around on your seat, looking for whatever she could possibly want you to look at. “See him?” You squinted, looking back and questioning her. “Curly hair. Freckles.” You huffed.

“Just because we both have freckles doesn’t mean we’re soulmates.” You sat back down, annoyed at what you thought was Maria being insensitive towards you right after having a conversation about potentially giving up on finding your soulmate.

“We both know you didn’t get your freckles from your family.” You bit your lip. She had a point. “Turn back around, he has a mark right where you’re covering your face.” You glanced back and gasped, a hand shooting towards your face.

“There’s no way the pinata did that to me!” Maria pulled your hand away from your face.

“Uh-huh. Take off your bandage so I can see, and I’ll be the judge of that!”

“There’s no way I’d meet him right now. That’s too unlikely,” Maria went to grab the bandage, causing you to lean backwards. “I am not emotionally ready to face this situation.”

“Hush, you’re fine,” as your guard was momentarily down Maria ripped the bandage from your nose, revealing the pinata-caused wound. You grimaced at the stinging wound while Maria gawked at it, making you squirm under her gaze. Calmly, almost too calm you thought, she grabbed your hands in hers. “You’re going to thank me for this later,” she stated without context. As you breathed in to question her she swerved your stool around so you were facing the table of the curly-haired guy she made you eye up. “Hey, Freckles!” she called in his direction.

To your horror, the right person actually looked over. At that moment you regretted every life choice you’d made that led up to this situation.

His gaze first went to Maria, who had initially gotten his attention. It looked as if he was about to turn away when for a split second his eyes met yours. After noticing you he turned back around completely, studying your face(You wish you could say you were doing the same- your vision was being blurred by tears of excitement and fear) and the different marks that littered your face. 

While you felt like your heart stopped, the biggest grin spread across his face.

When he bolted towards you and pulled you into a hug, it finally dawned on you that wow. This guy really doesn’t know who you are but he likes you.

As he pulled away to get a better look at you, you studied his features. You observed the concerned look on his face, his eyebrows furrowed because you hadn’t said anything to him yet and he wiped away tears that you didn’t realize were falling from your eyes.

Finally a smile broke out onto your face once you realized that everything was going to be okay, even though you were terrified and didn’t know what to do. You pulled him into another hug, letting out a small laugh filled with joy and relief.

“I’m John Laurens,” he introduced himself, still in your embrace.

“Y/N L/N, pleasure to meet you!”

(Part two!)

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Not Letting Go - Part 4

Jason Todd x Reader, Soulmate AU

Part 1Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6

I am sorry for many, many things about this guys. I swear, the next chapter will be better.

Tagging: @jadedhillon @bumblebaddey


“Hey, do you guys think the tie is too much?”

Every pair of eyes in the room immediately turned to look at Jason, who was standing awkwardly in the doorway to the kitchen and fidgeting uncomfortably with his collar. Tim let out a low whistle. Dick grinned at him from his seat at the table where he was working his way through a plate of Alfred’s cookies. “You clean up okay Jaybird,” Jason could feel the heat creeping up his neck at the unwanted attention. Normally he’d have brushed them off, made a sassy comment about his dashing good looks or some crap like that. But truthfully he was nervous as hell. When he’d told Bruce he couldn’t go on patrol with them that night he’d made the stupid mistake of giving him the honest reason why. And of course, he’d done so while Dick was in the room. And now they all knew.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t known about you already. When Jason came home with the groceries at almost midnight, huge grin plastered on his face and minus his jacket, it made sense that questions were going to be asked. Jason had been only too proud to tell everyone that he’d met his soulmate. (He conveniently left out that the reason he was home so late was only because he’d had to climb up your fire escape to get you to talk to him.) Naturally, everything went kind of crazy after that. Alfred and Dick were delighted. Tim was just annoyed that out of all them, Jason had met his soulmate first. He’d had to explain repeatedly that yes, you were real and no, he was pretty sure you weren’t secretly a supervillian or anything of the sort. (Damian was still skeptical about that part.) Bruce, for his part, had seemed almost proud. He’d clapped Jason firmly on the shoulder amid all the chaos, looking him straight in the eye and nodding once. In his eyes Jason could see the echo of a conversation they’d had repeatedly when Jason had first come home after being brought back to life. He’d been full of anger and self loathing and hate; it had taken a long time before he’s started to believe Bruce when he said that he still belonged at his side. ‘You deserve this.’ His eyes seemed to say. Jason had wanted more than anything to believe him.

Jason shifted his gaze over to Alfred, who had just emerged from the kitchen holding a cake tin. “Alfred?” He asked hopefully. “You look dashing Master Jason,” Alfred pressed the tin into his hands with a fond smile, straightening out his collar with practiced hands. Damian, who had been quiet until then, spoke up, “You’re going to meet her mother not to a business meeting,” He gave Jason’s outfit a disgusted glance.
Jason was ashamed to admit that he startled a little when he heard Bruce chuckle behind him, spinning around to see his father figure approaching with a slight smile. Jason stepped aside to let him pass. Bruce clapped him on the shoulder again, pausing as he did so, and Jason figured he must be doing something right lately if he was on the receiving end of the older man’s approval so frequently. “You’ll understand soon enough Damian,” He said wryly. Jason wasn’t sure if these family moments were heartwarming or just plain weird.


You’d been a nervous wreck for at least an hour before Jason arrived. You had redone your hair at least three times by now, set the table and then decided you didn’t like the tableware and set it again. You had tried to help your mum with the cooking but she had shooed you away, saying that like this you were no help to her and to just sit down and try to relax. You were drumming your fingers agitatedly against the counter when the doorbell finally rang. Jason was exactly on time. You jumped up, straightening out your skirt as you half ran to open the door. Your mum laughed, watching you with amusement from where she was plating up the food.
You took a deep breath before turning the handle, swinging the door open to reveal Jason standing on the other side. The sight of him took your breath away. The first thing you noticed was that he was wearing a suit. His blazer was slung over his shoulder, his hair gelled back in careful disaray and he was the most gorgeous thing you had ever seen. “Hi,” you greeted breathlessly. He grinned down at you, eyes sparkling playfully. “Hey there sweetheart,” He cast you an admiring glance, “You look stunning,”
You blushed, smiling up at him, “Not so bad yourself,” You reached for his hand and squeezed gently, needing the reassurance and knowing that he probably did too. “Thank you for coming, Mum’s really looking forward to meeting you,” Jason held your hand tightly in his. “Of course sweetheart. Wouldn’t have dreamed of saying no,” He joked, “I need to thank her for taking care of you for me,”
You just rolled your eyes, taking a step back and tugging him into the house. “Come on in then,” You sighed dramatically, and he was still laughing fondly when you led him into the kitchen.
Once there he stopped just inside the doorway, hovering uncertainly. You felt your heart melt a little just looking at him. You gave him a tiny reasuring smile and turned to face your mum. “Mum, this is Jason. Jason, Mum,” You gestured between them with the hand that wasn’t gripping Jason’s tightly.

You didn’t think that you had ever been this nervous in your life. You didn’t doubt for a second that your mum would love Jason; honestly she would probably have loved him just for being your soulmate even if he wasn’t as loveable as you knew him to be. Your mum had a way of seeing straight to the heart of a person; you knew she would see past the tough guy exterior straight away. But regardless of that, the fact was that you were introducing the two most important people in your life. It wasn’t an experience you’d ever had before, and you had to admit you were kind of terrified. A little part of your brain still worried, what would happen if they didn’t get along?
That part of your brain was silenced effectively when your mum (to both your surprise and Jason’s) looked up from what she was doing, smiled warmly, and quickly came over to pull Jason into a firm hug.
Jason met your gaze with wide eyes, looking completely stunned. When your mum stepped back she was still smiling, eyes crinkled up at the corners when she introduced herself. “It’s so good to finally meet you Jason. Come on in and take a seat, dinner’s just about ready,” “You too Ma'am. Thank you for having me over,” You noticed with relief that there was a tiny lopsided smile on your boyfriend’s lips. His eyes looked suspiciously damp, but it might have just been your imagination. Your mum just squeezed his arm fondly before returning to the counter. “It’s a pleasure to have you. And please, none of this ‘Ma'am’ stuff, I’m not that old,” she joked. You giggled, covering your mouth to try to hide the sound, but Jason noticed and threw you an amused glance. You just shook your head, leading him over to the table.

You weren’t used to having other people over for dinner, nevermind your soulmate. So it was surprising how natural it felt, having Jason here. To your great pleasure he hit it off with your mum almost immediately. Of course there were few people who didn’t; she was naturally good with people and made almost everyone feel at ease around her. The conversation flowed easily, and you could tell that Jason was starting to relax as a little of his usual confidence started to show through.
“That was delicious, thank you,”
Jason stated genuinely as he set down his fork and knife, plate completely cleaned. Both you and your mum laughed at his enthusiasm. “I’m glad you liked it. We have plenty to spare if you’d like to take some home with you,” Jason smiled wryly, shaking his head in refusal of her offer. “Thanks, but I think that’d insult Alfred, and I don’t want to get on his bad side. He takes great pride in feeding us,” Your mum nodded, laughing. “I understand. You’ll just have to come back next time then. And you can give my thanks to Alfred for the beautiful cake, it was very kind of him,”
You looked up from finishing off your food, raising an eyebrow at Jason. “You brought cake? When?” He grinned. “I was holding it when I got here,” Your mum laughed fondly, shaking her head. “That’s my observative daughter for you,” Jason nodded his agreement. “It’s amazing she’s survived this long, you’ve done an incredible job,” Your mum leaned in conspiratorially, stage whispering, “It wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you that,”
“Hey!” You protested, and they both just laughed at your expense. You huffed, pushing back your chair and standing up. “I’m going to make tea now, try not to miss me,”
Jason smiled up at you easily, and it was impossible to stay mad at him. Instead you just rolled your eyes in mock annoyance, ignoring your mum laughing at you. Jason just stood to join you, still grinning. “Here, let me help you,”
Your mum was standing then too, shaking her head at him. “Jason sweetie sit down, it’ll only take a minute,” “Thank you, but I’d prefer to help out. It’s how Alfred raised us, and you don’t want to disappoint Alfred,” he joked, gathering the plates from the table.
You went to fill the kettle with water and track down this mythological cake while they chatted. You enjoyed listening to them talk so easily. It had been a long time since there had been anyone but the two of you around; it gave you a sense of pride to think that you were partially responsible for the change.
“Is Alfred your adoptive father?” You heard your mum ask curiously. You glanced up inconspicuously from slicing the cake to gauge Jason’s reaction. Your mum knew that Jason was adopted and had a few brothers, but she didn’t know much more than that. You had figured it was Jason’s choice what he wanted to tell her.
He shook his head, looking slightly embarrassed. “Alfred’s our butler, but he’s pretty much family to us. He had as much of a hand in raising us as Bruce did,”
To her credit, your mum didn’t so much as pause. She just nodded, expression contemplative when she answered. “Well he sounds like a lovely man. Maybe I’ll meet him some day.. if there’s an occasion to?” She threw you a mischievous look and you gasped, scandalized at what she was implying. “Mum!” Your cheeks heated up, not daring to look at Jason in fear of what his reaction would be. Trust your mum to bring up marriage the first time you brought him home. “I’m sure he would love that,” Jason assured with a chuckle, footsteps growing louder as he came over to put the last of the dishes in the sink and turned on the water. You just groaned in embarrassment, and he reached over to give your hand a gentle squeeze.

Once you had finished cleaning up you all say down together again for tea and cake. Alfred’s cake was incredible, and you told Jason so once you’d taken the first bite, humming in pleasure at the taste. “I’ll tell him you said so,” he promised.
Eventually, it was late enough that Jason had to go home. You were all reluctant for him to leave. Your mum hugged him goodbye, and this time Jason wrapped an arm around her and hugged back hesitantly. You thought it was probably the most heartwarming thing you had ever witnessed. She told him firmly to come back any time before leaving you to see him to the door. Jason told her that he would.
Once outside you wrapped your arms around yourself to shield yourself from the chilly night air, shivering. Jason noticed immediately and paused in putting on his jacket, holding it out to you. You shook your head. “I’m fine, honestly. I’ll be back inside in a minute. Wouldn’t want you to get sick and not get to see you for a week,” Jason just smirked at you cockily. “Doll, it’d take more than a little cold air to get me sick, trust me,”
You rolled your eyes, shoving him playfully. “Cocky much?” He grinned, taking your hands in his, eyes sparkling with mirth. “You love it,”
You looked away, shrugging casually. “Maybe,” Jason laughed, and when you looked up to meet his eyes he leaned in to kiss you. You melted into him happily, lingering for a moment before you pulled away with reluctance.
“Thank you for having me over tonight doll, it was really nice,” he admitted, tone sincere as he wrapped you in his arms and pulled you in for a hug. You held on to him tightly, not wanting him to go. “I’m glad you came. Mum really likes you youknow,” “She’s incredible, you’re a lot alike actually,” he mused, releasing you. You made a face. “I wish,” He reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ll text you tonight?” “Okay,” you nodded reluctantly.
Jason took a step back, and it was only then that you noticed the motorbike parked in your driveway. You frowned. “Drive safely!” He looked back over his shoulder to smirk at you. “Don’t worry doll,”
You watched wistfully as he straddled the seat and put on his helmet, standing in the doorway until he was out of sight. Once he was gone you let out a shaky breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding and went back inside to join your mum. She was sitting in the living room watching tv, and she smiled when you walked in. “That boy is lovely. I’m so proud of you sweetie,” You shook your head, joining her on the couch, phone in hand. “I know he is,” You admitted. You didn’t notice that you were waiting for Jason to text until the screen was unlocked and you were looking at your inbox.

Charred (Part One)

EXO FanFiction: Fantasy AU 
main pairing Reader x Chanyeol

You get sucked into a mysterious world, and begin to discover things you couldn’t have imagined. But why you? And who is the stranger you are becoming drawn to?

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‘Hey, isn’t it time for you to leave?’

You looked up in surprise at your coworker, who was leaning against your desk and looking down at you with an amused smile. You pushed your glasses slightly up your nose where they had begun to slide down, and glanced at your watch.

‘Ahh, yes,’ you said, glancing back up with a guilty smile.

Your coworker rolled his eyes at you.

‘You know these manuscripts aren’t going anywhere right? They have been in an underground vault for thousands of years I am sure they will last another night.’

You grinned sheepishly, before letting out a sigh.

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Pay Back.

A/N: Sorry this was so short. I’m drowning in requests rn. I’m going to close them for right now.


“What are we looking for again?” Liam asked as we descended into the dark underground tunnels. About an hour earlier, we all met in Scott’s house devising a plan. A plan to break our fellow pack member, Lydia Martain, out of Eichen House Sanitarium. Liam, Malia, and I were the distraction, Kira was the get away driver, and Scott and Stiles were the rescue team. The distraction teams’ task was to find the Chimera Pack and keep them at bay as long as possible. 

“I don’t know. A clue.” I shrugged as I ventured further into the pipe lined corridors. 

 Malia brushed past me “All I can smell from back there is your stupid perfume.” 

She said annoyance in her voice. Malia never really seemed in a good mood. Except maybe around her boyfriend, Stiles. Sometimes not even then. Liam and I followed Malia, the tunnel had many different extension. You’d get lost if you didn’t have a map, or super human smell. Unfortunately, I had neither. I was the only human among my companions, but I was smarter than both of them combined. Which is why I was with them. I was the voice of reason amid the two hot heads trekking with me. Suddenly, Malia stopped cause me to bump into her. She rolled her eyes at me over her shoulder. 

 “Do you hear that?” Her voice was hushed. 

 “Yeah.” Liam agreed his voice the same quiet tone.

I strained my ears to hear what their supernatural ones could, knowing that was impossible. 

 “I don’t hear any-“ I started, but was cut off my the two of them shushing me in unison. I furrowed my brow at them, but stayed quiet. From behind us a sound, like a metal piece hitting the ground, caught our attention. We all spun around to see Tracy and Josh, two chimera hybrids, standing a yard or two away. 

“Y/N.” Liam growled without looking at me. 


“Run.” He warned.

 As he said the words, Tracy and Josh charged at us. Tracy closed the gap between us first, and in that short distance she’d change into her Kanima form. Josh was still a bit behind, but flashed his fangs and his lightning power at us. I turned in the opposite direction and ran. I was no match for chimeras, I could barely walk without tripping over air half the time. I ran to the end of the hallway, and made a left. Running right into something solid, it knocked me backwards and I hit the ground. I looked up clutching my head to see what I’d run into. Fear washed over me instantly. Standing in front of me, mischievous smile and all was Theo Raeken. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I looked around feverishly trying to find something to attack with or some way to escape. 

 “Tsk. Tsk. You know fighting back is stupid.” He taunted me. I stood up cautiously, his eyes followed me intently. Without warning, I started towards him and swung my fist. It hit him in the jaw and he stumbled backwards. 

 “Feisty, aren’t we Princess?” He chuckled touching his lip to check for blood.

 “Tougher than I look, Princess.” I mocked. He stepped closer to me, and I instinctively stepped back. 

 “Tough, but not smart. I could pin before you knew was I did.” 

“I’d kick your ass, and I’d make sure you knew what I did.” I sassed. 

 He smiled at me, a cunning but beautiful smile. Everything about him was impossibly perfect, but I couldn’t be distracted. I had to get away. Once again, I started towards him but he was ready for me this time. Like he promised, he grabbed me and slammed me into the wall, pipes smashing into my back. He pinned my arms down to my side, a smirk smug on his face. I squirmed trying to free myself from his grip but he was to strong, and the struggling only seemed to entertain him. I had half a mind to spit in his face, when I saw it. He moved his gaze from my eyes to my lips and back. It was only for a second, had I not been so close to his face I might have missed it. It was like a sign from the supernatural gods. I pushed my lips firmly into his, and I was surprised when he returned the kiss. I could feel his grip on my arms loosen and I had my chance. I thrusted my knee into his groin causing him to grab it and double over in pain. I pushed past him and ran. My only escape was deeper in the maze like tunnels. The few doors I found as I ran were all locked. After several minutes of running, my pace started to slow and I knew I had to find a spot to hide. I made another turned, and saw a door ajar ahead. I sprinted towards it and squeezed inside shutting it quietly behind me. I was in an old supply closet. It was square with a chair in the corner to the right, a broom and an few boxes of powdered soap on a shelf in the far left corner. I walked over to the chair slumping in it. It creaked as I did. I figured I would wait until Scott and Stiles texted me that they’d gotten Lydia out okay, then I would sneak out. Hopefully, no one would be there by then.

“Find her!” Theo’s voice rang out. I wasn’t sure how close or how far he was. The tunnels were too echoey. 

“Where can she hide? All these doors are locked.” Tracy said.

“Yeah, Theo. She probably already got out.” a boy’s voice whined.

“What is it Theo?” Tracy asked. He hadn’t said anything, but he must have heard or smelled something. I held my breath just incase, his super hearing could me from where ever he was.

“Nothing.” He said finally after several minutes. “Let’s get out of here.”

There was no protest from any of them. But they were leaving, which meant I could too. I gave it about five minutes before cracking opening the door and peeking out. It seemed cleared and so I opened the door wider. Thinking I was alone, I started down the hallway. Suddenly, a hand wrapped around my torso hoisting me up and another covered my mouth. I started kicking and screaming, but bother were futile. My assailant’s strength was greater than my own. I was carried back into the same room, before I was let go. Finally, I was able to see who’d captured me.

“I like your perfume.” Theo smirked. 


 Malia said it was strong. Note to self, perfume not great for hiding. 

“Let me go, Theo.” I warned unthreateningly.

“Why princess?”

He walked towards me, and I took a few steps backwards hitting a way. Dread rushed through me. I had no where to go. Before I knew it, he was inches from me. His smirk still perfect on his face. 

He grabbed my chin and turned my face to the left and than to the right. “Pay back is a bitch. ” he growled.

“I’m not afraid of you.” her voice quivered.

“You sure?’ He chuckled. “Because you’re heart beat says your terrified.” 

He lifted my chin, that he was still holding, up to look at him. I nibbled on my lower lip, a nervous habit of mine. The expression on his face changed as he watch me. Roughly, he grabbed both of my arms and put them together over my head. He held them there with one hand and with the other pulled my lips to his kissing my hard. I caught myself kissing him back, but I couldn’t help it. His lips were warm and soft. He licked my lips with his tongue asking to enter. I let him, and he swirled his tongue around mine. Everything in me told me stop, to push him off of me and run. But he started caressing my body with his free hand, and it felt so good. I bit his lower lip softly, causing him to groan in my mouth. He removed his hold on my hands, and moved down my body to my thighs. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around him. I started to move my hands, but he glared up at me.

“Don’t move those hands until I say.” he warned. I nodded and he attack my neck with kisses. I moaned with pleasure. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine. Without thinking, I tangled my fingers in his hair. He withdrew from my neck, and narrowed his eyes. He loosened his grip on my thighs and I knew he was putting me down. Once I was firmly on the ground her spun me around, my front touching the wall. He nuzzled his nose in my ear.

“I don’t remember saying you could move you hands.” He growled.

“I’m sorry.” I whimpered. He didn’t say anything. He reached to my front, unbuttoning my pants and easing down the zipper. In one quick motion, he pulled my jeans and panties down around my knees. He smoothed his hand over my ass softly, before smacking it hard. Initially, I felt pain and hissed. But the sting dulled quickly and all I felt was pure pleasure. 

“I told you not to move, Princess.” He spanked me a few more times, and I could feel myself growing wetter with each one. 

“I’m going to fuck you now, and you’re not going make any noise. Understand?” He whispered in my ear. I nodded.

“I want you to say it.” he hissed.

“I’m not going to make any noise.” I recited.

“Good girl.” he cooed. I could hear him unzipping his pants behind me, and pulling them down. He pulled down his boxers and I heard him fiddling with the condom wrapper trying to get it opened. I wondered if he just walked around with condoms in his pocket. He put his hands on my hips readying himself. I stuck my ass out grinding against his erection. Theo groaned and tightened his grip on my hips, I could feel a bruise forming already. He teased my pussy with his tip as he lined himself up with my entrance. 

“god, you’re so wet.” He moaned. He slid in slowly and it took everything in me not to cry out. I dug my fingers into the wall, trying to suppress every urge to moan. I could hear him smiling behind me. He quickened his pace, and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to obey his command much longer.

“It feels so good, doesn’t it?” He purred. “Tell me, Princess.”

“Yes.” I moaned loudly. “Please, Theo. Faster.” I begged. He loved that he was the reason for my pleasure and he pumped in me faster. My walls tightened around him and I knew I was almost to my edge. From the low grunts and growls from behind me. He was too.

“I’m-I’m…” I tried to say.

“Come Princess.” At the words, I reached my climax. My moans filled the small room and that seemed to fuel Theo. He thrusted a couple more time before exploding his load into the condom. He pulled out and released his grip on my hips. My knees were shaky and I hazily redressed myself. He was already dressed when I looked at him again. He stepped closer to me and kissed me softly on the lips.

“Let’s do this again sometime.” He whispered and then he disappeared out of the room. I slouched against the wall.

“What just happened?” I said aloud to myself.

Jordie Benn #5

Requested by Anon:  Would you please write a story where a girl and her best friend go white water rafting and since it’s just the two of them, they end up getting put in a raft with Seguin, the Benn brothers, and Roussel. They end up having a hilarious and fun little adventure wth that crazy crew. I think it would be funny if at least one of the guys is a bit scared and the other guys pick on him. Definitely end with new friendships & possibly new romantic interests too (take your pick of which players get lucky).

*Hiii!! Thank you so much for this. Extra long because of the amount of characters but I hope you like this one. Enjoy!:)*

Word count: 1, 751

Originally posted by bennyandthestars

Your friend lightly tapped your ass with her paddle, “do you think they grouped us with hot guys?” she asked as you stood by the riverbank, waiting for the other people in your raft to arrive, “you know the reason we’re doing this,” she gestured, “just you and me, is to pick up whoever rides on the raft with us, right?”

You snorted, “yeah,” you nodded as you heard sounds of boisterous men from behind. You turned to look what the fuzz was about and saw four muscular guys laughing and slapping each other. They were so big that the paddles they were holding looked like skewers. They were all wearing rash guards which just emphasized their arm muscles.

And those thighs! Those thighs can kill you and you’d probably be happy about it.

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lion heart | jungkook — part one

pairing : jeon jungkook x reader, reader will have platonic relationships with other members !

word count : 2.6k

genre : angst / a little fluff ?

summary : You live with an expert kidnapper, who takes daughters and sons from rich families to collect the ransom. You are too fearful to leave, or do anything much to help the hostages other than occasionally sneaking them food, until Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook come along.

a/n : okay listen I’ve never written angst before and I can’t tell if this is weird or ?? idk listen I’ve had a lot of time on my hands since I dropped out of school so I just wrote some shiz and I don’t really know what I’m doing with it so .. I mean … if you like it please leave me a message or something because really I would like to know if I’m any good at writing this , as I said this is my first time writing angst soooo .. idk I’m nervous but enjoy ? I guess ahh

Originally posted by jjks

You knew what Jinwoo did was wrong, you had always known. The problem was, you weren’t brave enough to leave. He didn’t lock you here, in fact, he would often let you leave, to get him things from the store. But you would always come back. He would only find you otherwise, and when he did, he would be mad.

One day, you returned from the store to find a little more new visitors than usual. It was only a matter of time before he did it again, you knew that. But you weren’t expecting this many. This was big. This was risky. Usually, he would take one or two. Guys, occasional girls, from rich families for ransom. And once the money had been exchanged, always in cash, he would return the person, or people, and move somewhere new, using the ransom money. He would get a job every place he went, so that he didn’t arise suspicion, and he would always wait a while before taking somebody else, so that the police didn’t link the kidnappings with his moving. He would travel miles looking for somebody new to take, and it looked as though he had hit the jackpot. Seven guys, all from rich families. Seven ransoms.

You walked downstairs into the lower story or basement of the house, a large area reserved to inhabit the hostages. This part was always the worst. You knew that there was nothing you could do for them. You didn’t have the courage. You took a look at them, and immediately your eyes welled with tears. Jinwoo was at work, and he wouldn’t be back for hours yet. He had left them some food, to keep them healthy, but it looked like none of them felt like eating. Who could blame them?

As they heard the creak of the wooden stairs, they swung their heads up, one of them cowering slightly in the corner. You took another step down, and you noticed how they shifted slightly away. Because of what Jinwoo had done, the captives were always terrified of you at first too. You didn’t know exactly what Jinwoo did to them, but you would guess from the blood staining their clothes, and gashes, bruises, and scratches across their face that it wasn’t anything comfortable. These boys were injured much more than anybody else you had seen, so instead of taking anymore steps down, you decided to take one up, and another, until you were at the top of the stairs once again.

You walked over to the kitchen, opening one of the cupboards and grabbing the first aid kit. You weren’t supposed to do this, but Jinwoo wouldn’t be home for a while, and he only ever went down to give them food and water. He never took much of a look at them. You told yourself that he wouldn’t notice. He never used the first aid kit anyway. He wouldn’t notice that anything was missing.

You headed back down the stairs, making sure that your movements were soft and gentle, as not to startle them. You looked to the food in the centre of the room, that still remained untouched. You made your way over to the huddle of seven boys, having only old tattered cushions to sit on. You could sense how fragile they were, how terrified, as no matter how soft your movements were, they still flinched at every one.

You knelt down on the concrete floor in front of them, putting the first aid kit on the floor in front of you. At the notice of this, the boys seemed to be a little less scared, though still terrified. You opened your mouth, finally gaining the confidence to speak. You never really knew what to say when you first met these people, what could you say? Anything to make them feel a little better about the situation, sure, but, what could fit into that category?

“..I..It’s okay.. He won’t be home for a while… I can.. I… I’m sorry…”

Those two words. They would always come up at some point. You felt the need to apologise for Jinwoo, but, you also needed to apologise because, apart from cleaning their wounds and showing them some kindness, there was nothing you could do for them.

“I’m so sorry. Please.. let me help.. You don’t want those scarring, I’m sure…”

You reached into the first aid kit, pulling out some rubbing alcohol, and a roll of bandages. Though, as soon as you pulled the roll out, it began to unravel when you almost dropped it, and you watched the roll as it rolled away the full length of the room, leaving a trail of bandage behind it, the end of which being in your hand. You hadn’t exactly had experience using first aid kits, but you thought it would be easy enough. Apparently, you couldn’t even hold a roll of bandages properly. You heard a light snicker, and you looked up, catching eyes with one of the younger boys, eyes you were sure would have shone brighter than all others before this ordeal. You swore you caught the slightest hint of a smile as he reached out his large hands to push the roll back towards you.


You pick up the roll, rolling it back up before shuffling up to the male nearest to the right. You picked up a small cotton pad, dousing it in rubbing alcohol before squeezing it out slightly when you realised that was way too much.

“This might hurt a little, but.. it’s better than having nothing at all..”

You started on a cut above the first boy’s eyebrow, pushing his hair back slightly. You pressed the cotton pad to the wound, earning a slight flinch from the male.


You stuttered, before continuing to clean the wound. Your gaze caught onto his, and your lips parted slightly, your breath hitching in your chest. It’s times like these when you realised that, even though you weren’t like Jinwoo, you were just as bad. You were allowing this to happen. But there was nothing you could do. You couldn’t risk it. If Jinwoo wasn’t getting his money, he could kill them. Your eyes blurred with tears, and you could barely see out of them anymore, the liquid distorting your vision as it covered every inch of your narrowing eyes.

“What’s your name?”

The question caught you off guard, shakily falling from the-boy-sitting-ahead-of-you’s lips. You had seen countless people caught up by Jinwoo and his hungry ploy to gain money, but they never spoke to you. They would occasionally bow their head if you helped them, but nothing more. And they definitely didn’t ask your name. You had already gained a smile from one of the boys, and that was a first too.

“..It’s Y/N… W-What’s yours?”

It had been a while since you held a proper conversation with anybody, and it was almost a relief to hear a voice other than Jinwoo’s, or the occasional monotone shop clerk.

“It’s Seokjin..”

The tears brimming in your eyes finally fell down your cheeks, and you could finally see clearly again. He was smiling. It was a small smile, but it was something. He grabbed your shaking arm from it’s place on his head, bringing it down before taking the cotton pad from between your fingers.

“You don’t have to do that. We’ll be okay.”

His voice was shaky, and he was shivering slightly.

“I want to.. I don’t.. I.. I have to do something.. Please.”

You pleaded, your eyes boring into his. If he didn’t let you do this, you knew that the guilt would tear you apart. He clearly saw this in your eyes, and allowed you to continue. You cleaned up the entire group, each one making small talk while you did so. It felt really good. Talking to somebody.

A few hours later, you were actually laughing with them. You had gotten to know them, a little bit, and for a second even they forgot the situation. You saw the youngest, Jungkook, shivering slightly, and so brought it upon yourself to go upstairs and fetch him a blanket. You found the thickest one in the house, bringing it down and handing it to him. He smiled widely, baring a set of bunny teeth, causing you to smile just as wide, for the first time in years. You forgot all about Jinwoo. About everything.

A few more hours passed, even though it seemed like only a couple of minutes. You heard the door unlock, and immediately, the panic that was present in your mind every second of every day returned.

“Oh god..”

You left the basement quickly, running up the stairs and leaving the group downstairs.

“Not quick enough, Y/N..”

Jinwoo whispered, twirling his keys around his finger before slamming them down on the kitchen counter, causing you to jump. He had only caught you visiting the basement once before, and you remembered all too well what happened then.

“Jinwoo, I..”

“What was it this time? Food? You know, if this is going to become a regular occurrence, I won’t be able to trust you anymore.”

He walked over to the basement door, slowly walking down the stairs and looking around. Although the boys had attempted to hide the blanket and first aid kit left down there, it was an unsuccessful attempt.

“Oh, Y/N… No, no… Haven’t I told you not to do this?”

He started back up the stairs, and every step he took forward, you took back.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad.. in fact… If you like it so bad down there, why don’t you join them?”

Your heart dropped in your stomach, and your throat went dry. You couldn’t even find the courage to open your mouth. You took another step backwards, and quickly turned to dash down the hall, but you weren’t fast enough. Jinwoo grabbed your arm, pulling you back towards him and pushing you with force through the basement door. You had no time to stop, and you fell all the way down the wooden stairs, your head hitting the concrete floor at the bottom. You just about heard Jinwoo slamming and locking the door, before the noise faded with your vision.


You gradually opened your eyes to see Jungkook above you, your head placed in his lap. One of his hands was tangled in your hair, the other resting on your chest. His eyes were closed, soft snores escaping his parted lips. You turned your head to your right, catching sight of Seokjin. He was laying on the floor, head resting on a pillow, beside the open first aid kit. It was then you noticed the bandages on your legs and arms. You couldn’t remember how you got hurt, but from the last few things you could remember, you could gather.

You carefully lifted Jungkook’s hands from your chest and hair, before sitting up.

Taehyung, the boy who had pushed the bandage back to you earlier, was asleep on Jimin’s shoulder, who was asleep on Yoongi’s shoulder. Namjoon was sleeping beside Seokjin, and Hoseok was asleep beside Namjoon.

You carefully pushed Jungkook down onto the floor, covered with cushions, to make him a little more comfortable than his seated position. He stirred slightly, causing you to freeze, not wanting to wake him up. He stretched his arm out, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you down to lay beside him. Your eyes widened, and your cheeks flushed a dark red.

Once you had composed yourself, you reached out, attempting to feel around for the blanket with your fingers. Once you felt the fabric, you gripped onto it, pulling it over Jungkook to keep him warm. You looked over his features for a few minutes, frowning slightly at the various bruises and cuts littering his face. You found yourself wondering what he looked like before they were there. Just as beautiful, no doubt. His soft features relaxed you more than anything ever had, and before long, your eyes drooped shut, and you fell into a deep sleep.

When you woke up, Jungkook was no longer laying down in front of you, his arms no longer wrapping firmly around you. Instead, your eyes were laying on the wall. Not the most interesting sight compared with the last thing you laid eyes on before you fell asleep.

You blinked a few times to wake yourself up, before rolling over to the right. Everybody else was still asleep, but Jungkook was kneeling beside the first aid kit. He hadn’t noticed that you had woken up yet, so you took the time to admire his features as they remained concentrated on the objects in the first aid kit. It looked as though he knew as little about first aid as you. Seokjin wasn’t awake yet, and you guessed that he was the one to dress your wounds while you were out yesterday, given that he was asleep next to it and all.


You whispered, not wanting to wake the rest of the group. Especially given the amount of stress they were under, and how they weren’t getting much food at all, you wanted them to have as much sleep as possible. Jungkook looked up, his lips curling into a smile once his eyes latched onto yours.

“Hey, Y/N-ah.. I was just going to redress your wounds from yesterday.. I watched Seokjin-hyung do it, so.. I figured I could probably do it too, but I can’t remember much of it now, and Seokjin-hyung isn’t awake yet.”

You went to stand, but a shooting pain stopped you, and you squeezed your eyes shut. You realised that you hadn’t tried to stand since waking up yesterday, so you didn’t even realise that you couldn’t.


“It’s okay, I’ll come over there.”

You shifted slightly, using your other leg and arms to swivel to rest your back against the wall. This ended up being tricky when you realised that one of your arms was injured too.

Jungkook stood up, picking up the first aid kit from the floor and walking over to sit beside you. He started by unwrapping the bandage from around your leg, and you closed your eyes tightly shut at the sight. It was bruised, cut, and blood stained, and you didn’t want to look at it for anything other than a few seconds. Jungkook cleaned it up as best he could, and when you opened your eyes, you chose to focus your gaze on Jungkook instead of your leg. You focused on anything and everything, the way his eyes narrowed in concentration as he cleaned up your leg, the way he bit his lip occasionally. Even the way that he would sniff from time to time, scrunching his nose up like a bunny rabbit. With all of this to focus on, you barely felt anything in regards to your leg. Everything went numb for those five or so minutes. You had better things to think about.

Once he was done cleaning your leg, he dressed it before wrapping it up in a fresh bandage. After doing the same with your arm, which wasn’t as badly injured, he moved onto your head. You hadn’t even noticed that it was bandaged up, but were gaining vague remembrance that you hit your head on the concrete floor, so when you thought about it, it would make sense. He removed your bandage, locking eyes with yours. Your heart almost fell out of your chest, and you were almost sure you stopped breathing for a second. His eyes scrunched up as he widely smiled towards you, and you felt yourself smiling too.

You didn’t know how long you would be down here, but as long as Jungkook, and the rest of the boys were here, you didn’t think it would be all too bad.


Originally posted by fantasysystem

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1767

Warnings: Mentions of torture, abuse, Hydra type stuff.

Notes: New series with this idea I’ve had for a while. Angsty Frozen lol. No but seriously I’m always cold so it’d be my superpower. ;) They’ll be more Bucky in the next part I just had to set some stuff up… Also the Russian is all from google translate so…. That’s that. It’s probably wrong? I don’t know. P.S. If you guys want to be tagged let me know? I see that’s a thing on tumblr now.. gotta get with the times. 

It whistled. The wind. It felt like it was all around you, all encompassing. Gently caressing, fluttering the soft tendrils of your hair that laid against you skin, your bruised, blood stained skin. You had lost all feeling in your arms and legs, entirely numb due to dangling from the thick iron chains that hung from a rotting wooden beam. The only light was that which slipped through wooden cracks when the moon was not covered by dark cloud.

You were alone. Very alone. Your thoughts your only real company, which were misery at best. What you had been through, what they had done to you had warped your mind so much there was no going back. Pure darkness, insanity, an all-consuming vacuum was all you felt now. Not even felt, that word is too strong. Existed. The part of you left merely existed, nothing more.

You weren’t sure how long you had been here like this, the fresh wind of the north brushing through you, past your bones. You had guessed at least three weeks, but the fog that consumed your mind now made it feel like months, even years at some moments.

They’d come by every couple days to check up on you, make sure you were still barely alive so they could continue with their torture. Some days, they’d release you from your chains and beat you. No sounds, no reason, just bruises. You’d pass out from the pain, malnutrition, blood loss. Then they’d pump you with enough drugs to keep you alive for another week and your mind spinning. You never saw their faces, they were covered by faceless black clothes. It made it feel more dreamlike.

Winter came, snow ice and all, and still you hung. Blood dropped from the grooves in your wrists from the chains, and as it would roll down your limbs it would eventually freeze there, painting a beautifully intricate design. Well below freezing, you were there, like a body in a freezer waiting to be buried.

One day they did that too.

You dropped, the chains fell, both collapsed on the frozen ground. They dragged you away from the wooden beams which had become your home, through piles of disturbed snow, what was left of wet blood leaving a telling trail.

Someone brought you to a hole, pitch black that had been dug deep into the cascading snow banks that night. Again, chains were wrapped around your wrists and feet. A gag threaded through your mouth and tied behind your thinning hair. You could see nothing, nor could you focus. You were so far gone at this point it didn’t even matter. They had broken you a long time ago. Nothingness.

Solid ice tickled your dead translucent skin as they placed your body inside. Then a block of ice covered over the top, sealing you in. Silence. Finally at peace, the floor of ice cooling your skin, you drifted off into slumber, hopefully, to never wake up to this life again.

A large crack resounded throughout the small ice box. Your eyes flew open in shock. You glanced around, still feeling nothing, but as you looked at your skin all the bruises, cuts, and wounds were gone. You weren’t sure how long you had been on the ice or why you were there. Light from a flashlight flooded the crowded space, and you squinted your eyes, frightened, reaching out to knock the flashlight from the holders hand and grasped onto his wrist in the process. He screamed in agony, then silence. His body falling to the ground. Solid ice. Frozen solid. You felt no remorse, though, you still felt nothing. Maybe death was something that didn’t register with you anymore. Maybe you had come and gone, all that was left now was a ghost with ice running through their veins.

Glancing up you could hear voices coming from the dark.

“Da. Khorosho. Ona gotova.” Yes. Good. She’s ready.

“Soldat. Pora.” Soldier. It’s time.

A metal hand clasped around your arm and pulled you from your cave. You followed easily, void of your own thoughts at this point. Once you were outside of the ice, you glanced around at the dimly lit area. Flat plains of snow for miles. You must have been in a northern ocean somewhere that had completely frozen over.

The soldier jerked you to pay attention, still with a terrifying grip on your arm.

“Sedativnyy yeye.” Sedate her.

“Vyydi.” Move out.

Everything went dark again.

“Moroz, idi.” Frost, go.

You never thought anymore, didn’t know why either, just did things. It was like you were void, like a robot, just following actions based on commands. Feelings still were out the window too. All you could feel was that you existed, you were existing, nothing else. Every time they wiped your memory, this lack of feeling was even more evident, but they didn’t have to do it as much anymore. It was as if your brain had picked up muscle memory, and seemed to wipe out your actions once your mission was completed, and then you went back in your containment cell. Hydra was ecstatic when they realised they could use fewer resources.

Your hand took hold of the alley door handle, and you held it until it froze. Taking a knife from your belt, you held the blade as you smashed the now ice door handle with the knife handle. Depositing the blade back onto your belt, you pushed the now unlocked door open and stepped inside, looking around the screen lit room.

You were in some sort of laboratory, bottles of chemicals all over the walls, in cabinets, in freezers. You walked towards the freezers, knowing what you were looking for was inside as you had been briefed on your targets whereabouts. There were warnings all over the door stating that a medical suit was needed to enter because of the deathly cold temperatures. Whatever you were here for was important, and you’d know it when you see it.

You opened the door, leaving it open, so the cold started to seep out into the rest of the room. You still felt cold, generally were always cold, but you enjoyed it. Your most peaceful memory was being in the ice box, frozen, asleep, dead; however you want to put it. You couldn’t remember anything before that now.

You made your way to the very back of the freezer and opened up a keypad. Typing in the code, the door slide open, and inside was the bottle you were looking for. You picked it up, placing it in the special bag they had given you, and deposited the items in your backpack, exiting the freezer.

As you were about to leave the laboratory, a man in a lab coat crawled out from under a desk. Shivering, early symptoms of hypothermia present. He pointed a gun at you with his shaking hands.

Then he shot you, the bullet piercing the skin of your thigh. You dropped to the ground, thick blood started to seep from the wound, and you seethed until you placed your hand over the wound, freezing it over and letting the rest of your cells take over.

Your stare turned to the man as you rose to your feet again, almost walking normally and the wound disappearing before the man’s eyes.

“Impossible.” The man stuttered as you walked toward him, taking the gun out of his hand and tossing it on one of the lab tables. You preferred giving slow deaths.

Your hand covered the man’s mouth, ice filling his breath as you froze the air in his body, suffocating him by ice. You let his body drop to the ground, and now ringing alarms were going off. You had taken too long. Hydra would punish you for it.

“Poyekhali. Ty opozdal.” Let’s go. You’re late. The Winter Soldier spoke through his mask. He was your handler, one of the only ones who could touch you without freezing to death. You followed him out of the compound to his motorbike. He slides on, and you slide on behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he started up the bike and you sped off to the checkpoint to hand off your mission.

They were furious that someone had seen you. You were supposed to be a secret, not something Hydra had to worry about covering up. The ice was supposed to all be a mystery. Since the alarms had been activated, the follow up team couldn’t go in to clean up, wipe the cameras, and clear everything out. Not to mention the frozen solid scientist you had left on the floor.

You were now back in your cell after having received a few beatings. They didn’t really bother you though. They wouldn’t feed you for you mistake, which you understood, but your longing body did not. And when your body was hungry and wanting something, you got colder, and so did your surroundings. You couldn’t control it at those points. Ice was everywhere, plastered along the walls and across the door. Even your body was covered in a faint covering of frost, tingeing you on blue. You sat there, though, not caring. You didn’t know anything different.

The door jerked open, inside walked the Winter Soldier. He didn’t often visit unless it was for a mission. He too was covered in marks due to your failure to leave no traces.

“Vy dolzhny ostanovit'sya. Vy okhlazhdeniya bazu.” You must stop. You’re cooling the base.

You glanced at the soldier numbly, shrugging. You couldn’t control the frost when it got like this. It had a mind of its own.

“YA ne mogu.” I can’t. You replied.

“Zachem?” Why? He looked at you, moving closer.

“YA slishkom kholodno.” I’m too cold.

The soldier glanced towards the door, poking his head out to mumble in Russian something along the lines of ‘I’ll take care of it’ and closed the door, closing you both off from the rest of the base.

You expected him to beat you, sedate you, or somehow get you to pass out so you wouldn’t be thinking about your body temperature anymore. He surprised you when he sat down beside you and pulled your body towards him, his heat radiating into you like a bonfire. You didn’t know how to act, but the muscle memory from a past life had taken over as you snuggled into his grasp.

“Spat’.” Sleep.

You drifted off to that peaceful ice box once more, this time no longer cold, not knowing the next time you woke everything would be quite different again.

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A different point of view

As a kid, you watched the droid armies fight for freedom from an oppressive republic.  You saw them fail - shut down en mass by this new Empire - and thus joined the new fight as soon as you could.  

But the people around you often were strange - many seemed to idolise the republic, as if it hadn’t been rotten at every level.  Worst of all though were the Jedi.  There were two of them - one blind, one mad, both strange - and to you they weren’t much less terrifying than the stories you’d heard on your parents’ knees. 

Yet the people higher up the chain of command seemed to love them, letting them outright ignore orders whenever either of them fancied.  It was almost as if they’d forgotten one was useless for half a year, and the other had almost cut a man in half for no reason!

Then again….

Maybe they had.  

It was possible.  After all, stories told that the Jedi could control minds - bend any agenda to serve their own ends - so what if command had been controlled? What if you were the only free mind left?

Yet if this was you couldn’t stop them, couldn’t free the galaxy’s best command staff from their twisted grasp.  The Jedi saw minds, it was said, and even the future.  So they must know of your realisation, must have already prepared for anything you could think of.  

If they were what you thought.

Then again, you’d seen the shorter one angry and afraid at times - of the unnatural power that controlled his motions, perhaps?  There was a hunger to that one most meals - you knew a kid that’d starved growing up from motions like those.  Perhaps that’s why he’d willingly accept the madness of  this “Force” - any power was something you gripped tightly, when you’d grown up hand to mouth.

Again though, perhaps you were going a little mad yourself.

The taller one spent half a year kneeling in the sand, covered in the (probably disease riddled) creatures of this desert base.  Phoenix Leader visited him often, back before he gradually returned to missions - she must truly care for him, despite the evil he could perpetrate at any moment.

That he could have started a long time ago.

Yeah, they might both be people, possibly even ones on the right side, but the Jedi still terrify you to the bone.  Perhaps your overthinking this, and they truely are good people…

….You only hope your thoughts are still your own….

Up in Flames

Sister Winchester : 

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader

Y/N = Your Name

Song Inspo: Youth by Daughter 

Summary: It’s the second of October and both boys have nightmares about your Mother, Jess and you. You help both of them wake up but the nightmare lives on. fluffish at the start but then burns out 

Warning: Fire and burning.

A/N: Could be space for a second part but we will see how this goes. So tempted to finish this with, “And it was all a dream” but thought it’d be to corny. 

Originally posted by winchestherbroth3rs

Shadows settle on the place, that you left.
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Destroy the middle, it’s a waste of time.
From the perfect start to the finish line.

Thunder clapped whilst lighting slashed across the night sky. Wind swirled and rattled the windows as Dean struggled in his sleep. He had sweat collecting on his forehead as his brows knitted and unravelled in a pained expression. His forest green eyes were locked in his head as he was trapped having to watch his nightmare play out: He felt the heat of the fire as it licked his ankles and his back as he ran from the building. But when he would leave one room to escape the fire he would only enter another and continued to go around and around in circles. He heard a chorus of screams of Mary, Jess and what terrified him the most, yours. He smelt the smoke that was collecting in his lungs as they heave.  Running, running, running until finally he found Mary on the ceiling screaming for him, but it’s too hot and he can’t reach her. Then Mary morphs into Jess and then into you. Trapped, bleeding, burning, screaming his name in agony to run. 

“Dean! Dean…Wake up” you shook Dean’s tensed shoulders as worry drew lines on your face about your distressed brother. He looked so frightened and he was mumbling something that you couldn’t make out. “Dean!” you tried again, a little louder this time. Dean’s eyes snapped open and looked around the room terrified before locking with yours. 

And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones.
‘Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.

He was panting and he was holding onto your forearm for dear life before resting his head back on the pillow. You looked at him sympathetically, “I’ll get you a water” you offered getting up and turning towards the outdated kitchen. But Dean’s hand gripped onto yours tight so that you wouldn’t leave his side. You looked back to him, his eyes were glassy as they reflected the limited amount of light in the motel room, “No. I’m not thirsty…Just stay here, please” he looked at you almost pleading you not to leave his side. You never really saw him scared but right now he looked so vulnerable. “Okay” you softly spoke as you returned to him and slid next to Dean in the bed. He wrapped an arm around you and held you close to his body before wrapping his other free arm around you as well. He rested his chin on your head as your head was pressed into his warm chest. You heard his heart rate race and looked up to him as he continued to stare around the room. Checking dark corners for movements, outside the windows for a shady figure and then back onto you to make sure you were okay. He sniffled a little and brought his hand up to rub his eyes to rid it of fatigue and tears.

You knew what the dream was about and you couldn’t blame him. It was the 2nd of October, he was always touchy on the days leading up to it as he was reminded of Mum’s death. His heart continued to race and he flinched occasionally at the thunder claps and lightning strikes. “Dean try and get some sleep” you groggily suggested as you started to drag your hands in a patting motion across Dean’s chest. Even then you could feel his heart leap around in his chest as you hummed ‘Hey Jude’ to him. He ignored your requests as you slipped into sleep. 

Not too long after, you heard you name called. You snapped your eyes open and unravelled yourself as best you could from Dean as it seemed fatigue had finally taken him. 

“Jess…Jess..no…Y/N” Sam tossed and turned as his blanket wrapped around his legs and tears leaked from his closed eyes.

Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong.

Not him as well you sighed as you came to your poor brother’s bed and hovered above him, resting a hand on his shoulder like you did with Dean. “Sammy…Sammy wake up.”  You continued to shake him, “No, No, Y/N run…run!”. The mention of your name again to run made shivers run up your spine and guilt pull you down. 

Sam’s eyes finally opened and he locked with yours. There was surprise, relief and then terror once again as he pulled you down on the bed roughly. He was shaking as he pushed you behind him and then you saw in the dark, those yellow eyes that hunted your own nightmares shining brightly. “Run” Sam breathed as he stood up and charged at the demon. The ruckus caused Dean to wake up. You watched as fear fell on Dean as he realised you were no longer in his arms and then looked up to see Sam fighting the shadowy figure he was dreading. 

You were a deer caught in headlights. You head told you run but your heart told you stay as your brothers were thrown around the room. But sitting still wasn’t helping them or yourself so you stood up, “Go, Y/N run!” Dean barked. You felt your feet shuffle towards the door but with a second glance at your brothers you just couldn’t do it, Dean was dazed out on the ground whilst Sam was pinned on the wall gasping for breath . You couldn’t leave them, the damn demon would catch up to you anyway you thought as you ran at the demon’s back. 

We are the reckless,
We are the wild youth
Chasing visions of our futures
One day we’ll reveal the truth
That one will die before he gets there.

You leapt up and pulled the demons head back making him fall backwards and let go of Sam. “There she is” the big sleaze announced as a smile pulled his plastic skin into a grotesque mask. You knew what was coming, you knew why he was here. You were a distraction to the boys and his big plan. He had to dispose of you like he did with Jess with his classic flare. You went to lunge back at him but felt yourself pushed back against the wall as you were dragged up the ceiling. You felt as your own blood drenched your bed shirt and drip down onto your unconscious brothers. Their eyes fluttered open as you stared down at them with a sorry expression. 

And if you’re still bleeding, you’re the lucky ones.
'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
We’re setting fire to our insides for fun.
Collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home,
It was a flood that wrecked this home.

“Run” you whispered as the flames erupted and licked your skin as you screamed in agony. The Yellow-eyed demon laughed cruelly as you twisted your body trying to escape the fiery clasp. “RUN!” you screamed at you bewildered and broken brothers as they stumbled out the burning motel room. They looked back at you as the fire reflected in their eyes. Their nightmares coming to life as you struggled and there was nothing for them to do.

Well I’ve lost it all, I’m just a silhouette,
A lifeless face that you’ll soon forget,
My eyes are damp from the words you left,
Ringing in my head, when you broke my chest.

A  hand rested on both boys shoulders as they were pulled out of the door and out onto the car park by a short brown haired man wearing a brown trench coat. Cas stepped into the smoked filled burning room as his eyes turned bright blue. A white light blinded you as you felt yourself fall and the screams of the Yellow eyed demon rung in your ears. 

And you caused it,
And you caused it,
And you caused it

@ evyiione @ straightasdeanwinchester

Time Travel (Part 4)

Summary: Y/N is stuck in 1801 and it doesn’t seem like she’s going to be going anywhere soon.

Pairing: Philip x reader (finally)

Warnings: language, unedited, especially shitty writing (like worse than usual), making your parents sound like horrible people

Word Count: 1,677 words

A/N: I’M SO SORRY THIS IS SO BAD BUT I HAD NO OTHER IDEAS like I stared at a blank document for so long I think I went crazy. I hate this chapter, but I had to write it, so…
Also, should I include smut at all in this series? I’ve never written it before so it might be shit, I don’t know.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Philip led you to the dining room, where a large table was set up with ten place settings, gold-rimmed china shining in the candlelight of the chandelier above. At the head of the table sat none other than Alexander Hamilton, his dark hair slicked back and his hands covered in ink stains. His nails were short, most likely chewed down to the stub, but somehow ink still ended up underneath of them. His tired brown eyes looked you up and down before he stood from his chair. He made his way over to you.

“[Y/N], this is my father, Alexander,” Philip introduced you. Alexander offered you his hand.

“Miss [Y/L/N], I’m pleased to meet you.” He firmly shook your hand when you placed it in his.

“Mister Hamilton, the pleasure is all mine.” You were honestly trying not to faint.

“And this is my wife, Eliza,” Alexander introduced you to a woman with dark hair and a gentle smile. You offered her your hand, but she ignored it, pulling you into a hug instead. One thing was for certain, Eliza Hamilton gave the best mom hugs. When she released you, she kept one of your hands in her pale ones, giving you a sympathetic look.

“Darling, I heard from Philip that you ran away. Is that true?” she said quietly, so no one else would hear her.

“Yes,” you whispered and she squeezed your hand.

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