coloring your skin is a nightmare

person of color: hey wouldn’t it be cool if angels were represented as brown or black more often–

edgy whites who went to a week of bible study 15 yrs ago and regurgitate all their Superior Knowledge from textually inaccurate all-caps tumblr posts written by supernatural fans: um…… ACTUALLY :) angels don’t look like HUMANS they look like ELDRITCH NIGHTMARES™ that MELT YOUR BRAIN OUT so stop giving them skin colors :) try a few animal heads instead :) don’t forget the eyeballs :) 

The Dreamer Within You

I wear sunshine on my lips and stars on my nails. My hair is a garden of roses that blossoms in a different color every morning. I drink galaxies for breakfast and use ribbons of moonbeams sprinkled with comets as laces for my shoes. My eyelids are the wings of hummingbirds and my skin, the velvet blackness of night seasoned with stardust. My breath is the scent of wildflowers and magic. And I wear music as jewelry around my neck.
You’ve known me as the dreamer who lives within you and the creativity you lost as you grew up. I helped you discover your imaginary friends and whispered in your ear to create your own world. I replaced your ordinary eyes with kaleidoscopic diamonds and your nightmares with dreams of flying. You still see me in children: the five-year-olds who pray to the Easter bunny and the eight-year-olds who wear rose-colored contact lens, viewing the world as a big bundle of joy where everyone is happy. You wish I’d never left you when your parents fought and got a divorce or when your first love broke your heart into pieces. You think I faded inside you little by little every time your teacher said you’d never amount to anything in life or during those sleepless nights when you felt unloved and believed you no longer belonged anywhere.
You wish you could trade all your ‘growing up’ for just one more day of staying a child. To feel my soft fluttering kiss on your salty, world-weary cheeks as I lead you once again into the world you created and then abandoned. And to help you rediscover the pirate ships and treasure chests hidden in scudding masses of clouds. To just be a child again, nothing else.
You think you outgrew me when your turned thirteen when all your friends seemed more interested in their own bodies than your fairytale stories about flying imps and green-skinned witches. You let the world turn you angry, cynical and disappointed. You learnt that not all people are good and that rainbows don’t really lead to leprechauns’ pots of gold. Growing up had changed you and you blamed me for letting you down.
With every day of disbelieving, I was vanishing within you until one day I was nowhere to be found. Your head full of dreams wilted as real-life responsibilities mounted on your shoulders and left you on your knees. Soon, I became just another tattered memory you remembered occasionally on bus rides back home and sighed at.
But one evening, you stop to look at the moon. It is deliciously glowing and hangs crescent in the sky. You casually envision a Siamese kitten sitting on the inner curve of the moon with its kinky tail waving at the stars. And just like that, you hear me laugh. That laugh you hadn’t heard for years; that laugh that still rang with innocent delight and childlike wonder.
I say to you, “Remember, I’m the dreamer within you. The bottle of rainbows in an ocean under a rainstorm. The sweet clusters of dew in a field of parched grass. You’ll never lose me, you just have to find me. But I’m always there.”

You then realize you’ve been wrong this whole time. It wasn’t me who had let you down, but yourself.

A to Z (Fluff) - Bucky Barnes

Originally posted by rogerses

A = Attractive what do they find attractive about the other?

He loves your personality and your marks. The lil’ tiny scars, bruises, freckles, anything that makes you unique. He also loves your thighs just as much as he loves being in between them ;)

B = Baby do they want a family? why/why not?

When he starts to fall deeper in love with you, he starts to realize that it’s you that’s the one for him. There won’t be anyone else, except you. So he’s more than willing with having an anklebiter with you because he loves you.

C = Cuddle how do they cuddle?

He likes to cuddle you with your chest pressed up against his. He loves it when you’re the little spoon because you’re super tiny compared to him and he feels like you’re there and you’re his when you’re in his arms.

D = Dates what are dates with them like?

Anything’s a date when you’re with Bucky. It could be making breakfast, messing around inTony’s lab and wrecking stuff, taking Peter Parker out as if he was your kid, even just cuddling for the whole day. Anything and everything was a date to Bucky Barnes.

E = Everything you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world…)

You are my princess. I want to take care of you, make sure you’re alright. You deserve the world, the universe, the stars in the palm of your hand - and I can give that to you.

F = Feelings when did they know they were falling in love?

He knew he loved you the moment he met you, but he tried to ignore it. That changed when he found you comforting him after a bad nightmare of his. You cared about him and made him feel like “Bucky” again - not “The Winter Soldier”. As you were raking your hand in his hair Bucky whispered “I love you” to you as he drifted off to sleep and you kissed him on the forehead, “I love you too, Bucky.” Then a small smile appeared on his face as he snuggled into you.

G = Gentle are they gentle? If so, how?

He’s charming and sweet to you. He’s a real gentleman from the 40′s. He possesses the timeless chivalry that’s rare to find nowadays and you love him for that.

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Breach [frank castle x reader]

Requested by @delicrieux:  for your celebration thingy may i request an imagine??? with frank castle??? i lurked on ur blog and saw that you watch the punisher. plz make my dreams of being frank castles girlfriend come true xoxo

A/n: Forgive me for I have sinned and cheated on the HP-universe. Just this one time. I hope I didn’t go too far, I’m quite unsure about this.
GIF is from @bernthalus-christ, thank you!

  • Warnings: PTSD, violence, fluff
  • Word count: 1k

Frank was a raw, rough and fairly rude man, which is why your friends and family were worried at first, when you announced your relationship with him. What they didn’t know was, that he was none of these things to you. At least when you didn’t ask him to be.
With you he was soft, calm and careful - sometimes even a bit too careful, so you would have to remind him you weren’t made out of glass, when his big, chapped hands traced your skin like feathers, scared of hurting you with their grip.

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Reggie Mantle x Reader: Not Alone


i wanted to request a reggie imagine where the reader is friends with archie and the others. she was best friends with jason and before that she was always really happy and a ray of sunshine and reggie always had a crush on her. after jasons death she’s really sad and shy and doesn’t talk much anymore. when they have to do a school project together reggie sees scars om her arms and asks her about it and she tells him that it’s because of jason. he comforts her and they talk and kiss and fluff!

A/N: Okay changed the requests up a bit, but not too much I wanted to do justice to the requestor; hopefully you guys like it. I am back from Hiatus thank you for being so understanding. Remember I love you all and thank you all for following me and being a great support system. Man I missed writing, enjoy.

Words: 2272

Summary: Reader is going through the motions of losing her best friend Jason.  

Spoilers: I LOVE YOU!

Warnings: !!Reader has depressing and suicidal thoughts!! Like one bad word, and if you have depression that leads to suicidal thoughts reach out, don’t suppress it, you’re worth everything in this universe. Remember that harming yourself is not the answer and the world wouldn’t be the same without you babe.


It was a nightmare it had to be.

You woke up your heart racing feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest. The sweat dripping from your forehead, yet you were shivering. You opted out of the dance because doing things without him was hurtful. A nap had always been more your style especially these days when your insomnia seemed to take over. Your nightmares kept you awake any sleep you got was a miracle.

You sat up wiping the sweat off with your sweater sleeve. You hated these vivid nightmares, hoping that’s all they were, nightmares. Something in your heart just hoped that maybe just maybe he was still alive and well somewhere away from this horrid town.

Those thoughts pushed away as your father entered your room. You caught the look in his knowing the news you were about to receive. He sat in bed next to you as he revealed that Jason’s body was found in Sweetwater River. He was gone, he was finally gone, no more hoping he was alive. Much to your dismay the story was everywhere, your best friend was murdered, and the asshole who did the deed was nowhere to be found.

He was shot.


The sound made you shudder, maybe you weren’t there, but the sound felt fresh in your ears and you couldn’t escape it.

Who would somebody do that to him and why? You didn’t know. What did Jason do? What did the person want to accomplish murdering your best friend? But you couldn’t handle it anymore. You’d never see his charming smile, his crappy jokes. The person who you had formed a strong bond with since your childhood was gone. Tears started dripping out of your eyes as if their life depended on them.


The weekend was over, it was time to go to school. To roam the halls without him next to you. Sure you had other friends, but no one could compare to Jason Blossom.

You looked into the mirror the bags under eyes revealing your lack of sleep and your nonstop crying. You almost crawled back in bed, but you couldn’t hide in your room forever. Walking into your closet choosing a black sweater he had gotten you for your birthday. As you placed on you were about push your sleeves up when you saw your handiwork. This weekend was hard and the razor sharp blade helped you realize that this weekend wasn’t a nightmare. The scar was fresh and you hid them and made your way to school.

You swore people were looking at you, at the bags under your eyes, that the color of your skin seemed to drain as well. Whispering making its way through the little cliques. You were so distracted that you didn’t realize the red-haired boy made his way towards you, you almost lost it, he reminded you too much of Jason.

“Hey (Y/N), How are you?” Archie gave you a sad smile as he pulled you in a small hug.

A tear dripped from your eye as he pulled away, he was reminding you too much of Jason, you couldn’t do it. You didn’t want anyone to see you have a freak out so you made a run for it. The closest place being the empty girl’s locker room.

Archie almost ran your way, but someone stopped him, someone who maybe felt the same loss you felt.

“I got her Arch” Cheryl spoke bravely as she opened the door to the locker room seeing you crying in your hands coiled up in one of the benches.

“Hey (Y/N)” Cheryl spoke shyly as she sat next to you.

“I’m sorry Cher, I just I don’t know how to do this without him” you cleaned up your tears.

“I was his sister, his twin (Y/N)” she spoke a bit coldly and you grew confused and hurt.

“I know that, I- I didn’t mean to” she cut you off.

“Oh no I get you, you were his friend, but me (Y/N) I was his sister. I am also a Blossom so I can’t look pathetic or else people will talk” she kept on and you grew even more hurt “Look (Y/N) he’s gone, he can’t come back, so do yourself a favor and stop dwelling in the past.”

Here you sat hoping that maybe she was going to comfort you. That maybe Jason’s loss would somehow help you two connect or least maybe she’d stop hating you. You wondered how she could function with him gone. She said it best he was her brother, he was always there for her. You heard the stories you often watch them unfold as The Blossoms favored Jason more than Cheryl. She was never fond of you because Jason spent time with you, time he didn’t spend with her. Jason always tried to get you both to hang out, he wanted his two girls to like each other.

The bell rang, you waited a while to get to class because you didn’t want to face anyone. You washed your face so the puffiness of your crying didn’t show so much and made your way to class.


You started to shut everyone out, your friends grew worried, but also respected the fact that you wanted your space. Any day going to school they tried to get you to contribute to their lunch conversations, but your mouth stayed shut.

What the point of living without him.

It got to the point where you skipped lunch and snuck into the library and hid yourself from all of them. You started cutting more often to release the pain. Your wardrobe was only long sleeve clothing. The color of your skin felt like it was losing its pigment. Your eyes were lifeless, the bags under eyes covered with the bit of makeup you wore just to cover up your pain. Your appetite grew small until it was no more. You started to lose weight, everyone was worried about you.

You looked dead.

You caught the eyes of one of Jason’s friends, Reggie Mantle. You knew him, you often hung out with him thanks to Jason. You had worked with him for a school project recently, it was a while since you had smiled and somehow Reggie helped ease a bit of the pain; but sadly not all of it. Recently he was the only one who didn’t get the memo you wanted to be alone. He even let you hold his hand during the funeral to help you get through it in one piece.

With the recent current events Reggie sure missed Jason, he missed his friend and teammate. Something that he missed the most though was the smile that used to take place on your face. He missed how you were the only last good thing in Riverdale. He hated how you were in pain and it seemed that all his efforts weren’t working. He missed the light in your eyes, if only you knew how much you meant to him. He remembered when he started crushing on you he felt terrible because he thought you were with Jason. Jason went out of his way to get you two together, but it never happened. You both didn’t know why since you returned those feelings.

Now your mind wasn’t occupied in crushes no matter how amazing Reggie was being. Your depression was at an all-time high. You couldn’t bear it anymore. The cutting wasn’t helping anymore and you were tired of the pills.

You were tired.

Tired of living.

You decided on something, you wanted to be Jason again. You made it seem as if you got better, you fake smiled and started to contribute to your friends conversations. You pretended to be the person you used to be. You wanted the image you were showing to be how your family and friends remembered you. You even gave one of your most prized possession that Jason gave you to Cheryl. You went on a few more dates with Reggie, you didn’t take it too far though; you couldn’t live with yourself if you hurt him.

You decided on a day, you left a letter for your parents at home, and you sent a message to your friends. You made sure you sent it at a moment when they were all together.

They sat in a booth at Pops, you asked them to meet you there knowing well enough you weren’t going to show up. You just wanted them to be together. No one deserves to be alone at this time, you didn’t want to hurt them; but this is all you could think of. The group coincided with Archie, Kevin, Betty, Veronica, Jughead, Cheryl, and Reggie.

The thought of them together made you smile, you sure as hell were going to miss each one of them.

“Where is she?” Reggie broke the conversation that was taking place. Betty was about to speak up when they all received the text.

(Y/N) Messaged ‘The Sad Breakfast Club’:

Thank you guys, you have made my time amazing and I couldn’t ask for better friends than you, but I’m gonna be with Jason now. ❤❤❤❤❤

They all stood up and got out of Pops.

“Where would she go to be with Jason?” Reggie fidgeted.

“Sweetwater River” Jughead added and so they ran, hoping to be on time to rescue you. They arrived to the river wanting to find you as quickly as possible. They all separated in hopes to get you sooner.

“There she is” Cheryl shouted and the ice cracked and you fell right in.

The water was freezing, the current took you.

Reggie ran as fast as he could and they all followed.

“The current has her” Betty grew scared.

“Fan out” Kevin added.

“Over here” Veronica yelled.

Reggie ran towards it, trying to break the glass, Archie helped as well.

The cold water taking effect, you started to lose consciousness. Water started to fill your lungs, you swore in those last moments you saw Jason.

You missed him, but was this the right thing to do?

They were successful in breaking the glass. You were out, Reggie’s hand dripping blood as he settled your body on the ice. He gave you CPR trying to get a pulse and get the water off your lungs as the others had notified the hospital.

“Come on baby, breathe for me” Reggie kept trying a tear steamed down his face.

“The ambulance should be here soon” the others notified, but Reggie kept trying.

They all watched as Reggie tried his best and winced at the look of your arms at the scars you had tattooed on yourself.

Soon the water escaped your mouth, and you started to cough it out and trying to regulate your breathing.

Reggie and the rest of the group sighed in relief you were alive and you heard the sirens coming closer.

The tall handsome caramel skinned boy saved your life. He took off his sweater and wrapped it around you and carried you bridal style closer to the ambulance as it arrived.

“Thank you” you smiled at Reggie looking into his eyes.

“I couldn’t lose you too” he spoke as he placed his lips on yours.

Those lips electrified your body you forgot what it felt like to actually feel alive. All the pain in that moment was no longer there, with one simple passionate kiss he washed it all away.

You both pulled away as the paramedics place you on a gurney.

The hospital called your parents and your friends were awaiting for the clear to see you.

You weren’t ready to explain your reasoning to everyone. Yes you did what you did, it was a planned, but impulsive move and you felt terrible for putting everyone on edge. Thankfully Reggie snuck into your room to talk to you, he was tired of waiting.

“Hey” Reggie scratched his neck making his way next to you.

“Hi” you smiled “listen I’m so sorry about-” he cut you off by kissing you once again, the familiarity of them made your stomach go crazy.

“It’s okay (Y/N/N), you missed Jason, we all do; but he meant a great deal to you. I just feel bad that none of us could change your mind” he frowned.

You reached your hand to his and intertwined your fingers. He looked down at them and caressed your scars and he started to cry.

“It’s not your fault Reg, this was all me. I suppressed everything because I didn’t want to deal with it, I didn’t want to burden anyone with my pain. I made myself think I had nobody when I clearly don’t” you cupped his cheek and cleaned his tears.

“You Mantle and the ones out there, you all saved me. I miss Jason and sadly I’ll never have him in my life anymore, but I do have some amazing friends and I wish I would’ve seen that sooner.”

“I don’t want to be your friend (Y/N)” Reggie replied and you pulled your hands away shocked at his revelation “No, no (Y/N), I want to be more than friends, I always have” he collected your hands once again and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

“I’d like that” you smiled.

You kissed one last time only to be interrupted by your friends. Cheryl being the one who ran in and pulled you in a warm embrace, then the rest all followed and did a full on group hug. And you couldn’t help but smile like a fool because clearly you weren’t alone.

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Flower Girl Part 7

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Muter Nature oriented Reader

Warnings: Residue of anxiety atacks and such some fluff and beginnings of a crush ;-)

A/n: I’m sorry it took soooo long to type this up, but I just saw we’re almost to 1,200 followers!! WOO I love you guys! Also, 7 parts already wtf lol

    “Why hasn’t she seen this yet?” Loki asked Bruce after he had read your file.

    “Do you have any idea what that’d do to her? She’s already hyper aware of how badly she could hurt people if she doesn’t keep her powers under control. Knowing who did this to her would only hurt her more.”

    He nodded slowly, closing the file he was handed just minutes ago. Whenever your negative emotions spiked, you went into a different mindset, one of panic and fear of yourself. If you were alone when that happened, your powers spiraled out of control, causing vines to go everywhere and appear from your body. Your back was the most common pace for them to break out of your skin. You had six scars on your back where the vines had emerged, one on each shoulder blade, two about mid-back, then the last two were said to be above the curve of your rear. There weren’t any pictures, so he had to trust what Bruce had written down. He just shook his head. You were still so young to have this sort of torment every second.

   “The first time she did it,” Bruce said softly, leaning against a table, “was about three days after she got here. She must’ve had a horrible nightmare because she was crying so hard when we saw her. Her skin was almost the same color as mine when I Hulk out and the vines were…you ever seen an octopus? Or, better yet, a Disney character called Ursula? The vines were like her tentacles. Well, except green with thorns.”

    “Did anyone get hurt?”

    Bruce hesitated. “I-it was mostly her. When the vines reversed, her back was bleeding pretty badly. We thought we were going to lose her, but…apparently, her mutation also has this safety switch. Instead of a normal scab, what grew over the wounds looked more like bark. It disappeared and left scar tissue, but still.”

    Loki couldn’t believe any of this. You seemed incredibly gentle and kind, but you were terrified of yourself and your abilities. He understood you were scared of people getting hurt, but now that he knew a part of what you had gone through, what hell you experienced since you were born…

    He was angry.

    He was angry at something he didn’t even have a stake in.


    “Thank you for your time, Dr. Banner.” He dropped the file on the table and left the room quickly, heading directly to your room. He’d seen you come and go from a room, so he assumed it was your bedroom.

    You were sitting in front of your window again. You had taken your pills before Steve had left you alone and you felt the familiar buzz as they took affect. You didn’t get high off them, but you knew the feeling of them working well enough by now to know the feeling by heart. The sun was filtering in through your window softly since it was nearing sundown now and you were feeling exhausted. You always felt drained after an episode like that, though it could’ve been a lot worse if Steve hadn’t thought of a song. Music was your outlet, after all.

    Just as you were about to get up, you heard a soft chuckle from your door.

    “My, Petal, but the light does compliment you very well.”

    You had turned quickly to face him, eyes widening. He had seen you in the training room. Why wasn’t he scared of you? How did no one understand that you were dangerous, something to be feared and hurt? A freak of nature made for people to use.

    “You look paler than I do,” he said offhandedly, trying to keep you calm with small jokes. However, when he saw that wasn’t working and that you were trying to keep yourself in a corner, he stepped closer. “It’s okay, Petal.”

    You shook your head violently, holding your hands up in front of you to keep him away. You weren’t risking hurting him. You wouldn’t hurt him.

    He sighed quietly, his large hands gently clasping around your wrists, making you wince. Not out of pain, but still fear. His hands were cool to your skin, which you didn’t know why. The Tower was usually warm enough to keep hands from being cool, everyone elses’ hands were warm. Why was he different?

    “You aren’t going to hurt me. I know you won’t.” His voice was soft. He hadn’t moved closer yet, but he hadn’t let go of your wrists. “May I tell you something? It might help you.”

    You raised your head slightly to meet his eyes and nodded. He gently guided you to sit on your bed, which you did gladly. You were exhausted, after all.

    “I am not originally from Asgard. You know of the Nine Realms, yes?” When you nodded, he continued. “I am from the world of Frost-Giants, Jotunheim, and I am also a Frost-Giant. I know it seems odd, since I am neither very giant nor do I look like any of them. I was taken as a baby to Asgard and adopted by Odin. As you can probably guess, I…never fit in. I never felt like I was loved as much as Thor.”

    You nodded, moving your hands out of his grip to gently place one on top of his hand as comfort. He smiled softly at you, turning his hand so yours fell on his.

    “I am glad Thor did bring me here and didn’t give up on me. I wouldn’t have met such a wonderful girl who genuinely wants to be my friend.”

    You flushed pink, smiling at him. He was really sweet to you when no one else was around and it still baffled you. He was referred to as a dangerous villain, but you had yet to see any signs of that side of him. He was holding your hands, for God’s sake.He had so many chances to hurt you, manipulate you, use you against your family, but he hadn’t. He had been a friend and had acted accordingly.

    You always saw the attitude change with him. Anytime it was you two, he was more open and gentle, which instantly vanished when someone else walked in. He fascinated you. The way his eyes glimmered when you showed him something, the slight mischievous smirk after he made you laugh, and the way he was trying to make you feel better over a small mistake he made. He wouldn’t have known to not touch you. You had never made a move to show him what would happen.

    Reaching up, you tucked a lock of hair behind his ear and smiled. It didn’t matter what he was in his past to you and you wanted him to know that. By the way he smiled, you assumed he did. As you pulled away from him to go back to the main tower area, you had on though distracting you; his hair was soft.

    What was he thinking?

    Loki paced his room, running his hands angrily through his raven hair. He wasn’t supposed to get attached, that was the last thing he was supposed to do! You weren’t supposed to break down his walls, you weren’t supposed to mean something to him. He couldn’t focus on anything but you when you were close to him, he couldn’t help himself from smiling whenever you looked at him with your beautiful eyes that showed him so much but so little about you. You were too kind to him, too understanding, too…nice. You were nice to a villain who had tried to rule your kind before! Why? All the Avengers still glared at him sometimes when he passed, save for Black Widow. She’d seen how well you had been getting through to him and she had been giving the team updates about the both of you. Steve was still concerned about the amount of time you spent with him, he knew that too. Yet…you had no qualms about being near him. You let him hold your hands and calm you down.

    You had even touched him and…and looked at him like he was just any other person.

    Like someone who could be loved.

    He shook his head. You were different, yes, but you weren’t crazy enough to love a man like him. He was evil, no matter what you did to try and convince him and others, Maybe even yourself. There was no changing what he did in the past, it was bad. He was bad.

    And you were good. Everything about you was good. From your attitude to your personality, you were good. Too good for this earth and far too good for him.

    He shook his head again and growled out loud to himself. Why did you have to be so perfect and amazing to make it impossible to not love you? Why did you have to be a hero? If you had been a villain like him, maybe he’d allow himself to understand what these confusing feelings are. He hated earth and the stupid emotions that came with it.

    But he couldn’t help but feel…something for you. What it was, he didn’t know. He was too conflicted inside his head to comprehend what he felt for you. Maybe it really was the beginning of making a friend. Had he ever really had a friend?

    Maybe…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have one. Especially if it was you.

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Humans are wird: the scary one.

New installment in the Zhaxu storyline.

Whaxu sighed as ze looked around the kennel. It was almost spotless. Just as Bibi deserved.
She was an older dog rescued from a dog fighting ring where she had been used as bait. Whaxu had done everything in ze power to make feel comfortable and loved.

Ze could not believe that working in the animal shelter was ze punishment. Ze did not deserve such a light sentence.
Ze had tried to abduct a putling! Ze deserved a severe punishment.

But human-Jesper had told ze that ze had been used by the senior at the monetary and therefore ze should use the time in the animal shelter to reflect and to forgive ze.

Zhaxu had already forgiven ze and that made ze feel even worse. Ze had been planning to take Zhaxu away from all the people who cared for ze and the potling still forgave ze.

How had everything turned out so awful? Ze remembered when ze came to the monetary. The old senior was still alive and ze had made Whaxu feel so welcome. It had not mattered that ze was poor and ze elders were low dwellers.
When the old senior died Whaxu had been devastated. The new senior closed the gates to the monetary saying that the world outside distracted from the teachings of the ancient.

It had been wird at first but they soon adapted and Whaxu was a devoted junior. Ze wanted to join the monetary and become a devotee.

When all the juniors heard of Zhaxu and the horror ze was supposedly put through they were appalled. They had all volunteered to go save the potling.

Whaxu had been so proud when the senior he’d selected ze. Ze had believed it was because the senior saw something special in ze. That the senior trusted ze. But it had all been lies.

Whaxu felt so foolish for all the daydreams ze had had on the way to earth. Ze had imagined being a big hero once ze returned to ze home world. How everyone would celebrate ze and tell ze how brave ze was for saving Zhaxu.

Instead Zhaxu had been terrified of ze and ze had realized how naive and stupid ze had been. Ze had simply not seen the corruption in the elders at the monetary.

Human-Jesper said that was understandable. “They kept you isolated for exactly that reason. To manipulate you and use your devotion”
But that did not make Whaxu feel any better. Ze still had nightmares about Zhaxu shaking and pulling away from ze in fear.

The door opened and Inger the lady who ran the shelter came in.
“I’m sorry Whaxu” she said in a kind voice. “But Bibi is not going to make it. She is simply to hurt and right now she is in a world of pain”

Whaxu swallowed and the colors began to fade from ze skin.
“I’m afraid we have to put Bibi down. Do you want to come sit with her and make her comfortable?”

No Whaxu did not want that. Ze wanted Bibi to be better, Ze wanted to run far far away. Away from the pain and disappointment. But ze nodded and went with Inger.

When the vet gave Bibi an injection Whaxu whispered to her about the ancient and how ze would welcome her and make her well. How she would be safe and sound with ze.

Whaxu stroked Bibis fur as her breathing slowly started to fade, when it finally stopped ze was almost transparent and ze was shaking. With an agonizing scream ze jumped out of the chair and ran out the door.
Ze couldn’t se or hear from the pain inside and ze ran and ran until ze was out of breath and had to stop.
Slowly ze sank down to the ground and there ze sad feeling hopeless and desolated.

Then ze heard a rough voice “ well well well, what have we here. A freaky alien, who the hell do you think you are, coming into our neighborhood?”

To be continued…..

Source: crasybirdlady
Dealings with a Devil (Part 1)

Dealings with a Devil (Part 1)

Reader X Darkiplier

You, Reader, have made a deal with what you believed to be a fantasized version of your favorite YouTuber’s alter ego, Darkiplier after he’d visited you in a dream. You believed Darkiplier to only exist in your dreams and on Markiplier’s YouTube channel, but by some impossible way he’s real and he intends on collecting on your debt to him.

Originally posted by lum1natrix

Sitting on your bed with your head in your hands, you glance at the clock next to you. The bright neon red lights blink back at you telling you it’s near three in the morning. There’s no moon tonight throwing your world in complete darkness aside from the light from your clock. Shifting on the bed you rest your legs back on the bed and lay back.

“Why do you resist me?” the deep gravely voice growls from the darkness. You close your eyes  and try your hardest to ignore the voice. You have to keep strong, if you fall he’ll win, and letting him win is not the best of ideas. This man…demon lives off breaking down others, he lives off winning. “You will not ignore me any further, Y/N,” he growls stalking from the shadows to your bedside. You hate this game of his. Almost every night he appears and taunts you, calling to you to let him in, to let him win.

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Once, when he was five or six years old, Will woke panting from a nightmare. The digital clock next to his bed blinked 2:17 in bright red letters, so he knew his parents were asleep. Usually – every other time, in fact – Will woke them anyway, but not tonight.

Like his father, Will was prone to nightmares. He always remembered them perfectly, maybe because they were just like movies: his nightmares always had a discernible beginning and middle (and end, if he didn’t wake up first). The scenes and characters were drawn in incredible detail. If anyone asked, Will could count the number of leaves on the trees or bricks in the walls; he could find crayons that precisely matched the color of a dead man’s skin, two or three or ten days after his death.

Of course, no one ever asked.

Usually Will would pad down the hallway to his parents’ room and clamber into bed with them. They would wake up and he’d tell them the broad strokes of his nightmare – he knew already that he wasn’t supposed to remember them so clearly – and they would reassure him.

Will’s parents weren’t like most parents. He knew from TV and the reports of his friends at school that parents were supposed to tell you that there’s no monster under your bed, that zombies aren’t real, that aliens aren’t going to take you away in their shiny silver spaceships. Will’s parents never, ever said those things. “We’ll keep the bad things from you,” his mother would say, and she’d press a kiss to the top of his head, mussing up his hair. And she or his father would tell him a story, with the more gruesome details left out, of a time, long ago, when they fought monsters every day, when they protected people every day. And Will knew that they would protect him, too.

In later years, he’ll realize that those late-night conversations were the most his parents ever told him about their work.

That night, the night he didn’t wake his parents, he dreamed that he was the hero of the story. He dreamed that something terrible had happened and everyone was gone; he dreamed that he was the only one who could save them. In his dream he was afraid and alone, but also powerful. He dreamed of a little house in the middle of nowhere and the lake shining behind it, candlelight in the basement, and his parents’ familiar voices. I’d move heaven and earth to keep you safe, his mom said in the dream. Heaven and earth. He didn’t understand what any of it meant, and unlike his other dreams he would forget all of it by the morning. Years later he’d recall pieces of it, just fragments, but enough to understand what had happened, and what was going to happen.

Once, a long time ago, Will slept, and dreamed of the world to come.

Torture - Soryu Oh (KBTBB) *Angst*

***Warning: VERY ANGSTY***
I’m going to go ahead and put a Trigger Warning on this, too. If you’re triggered by depression, especially because of the loss of a loved one, you probably shouldn’t read this.


I’m actually very proud of this fic. And I hope you like it, too!

Fun fact: It was the middle of the night when I randomly decided to read the rough draft of this. I started doing some light editing - correcting grammar mistakes and all that - when all these phrases began coming to me and I started writing them into the fic, and before I knew it, I had finished it! And I’m proud of myself :) so I wanted to share that.

But anyway! I’ll shut up and let you read, lol. Feedback is greatly appreciated!


      His hands clenched into fists as he stared down at your soulless body - dressed in nice clothes and displayed for tearful eyes to mourn over. His chest felt tight, his mouth was dry, his head hurt, it was as if his dark sorrow, which he refused to show to the people around, was manifesting itself in the form of physical pain. In truth, Soryu had experienced a lot of physical pain in his lifetime. Bullets, knives, punches. He had come into contact with all of it because of his job. But none of that stood a chance against the heart-shredding pain of this moment, which didn’t ease with time. He felt like screaming, like clutching his gun and shooting everything in sight. It felt like a deep, inner evil was bubbling up inside him, filling him with rage and madness and ever-worsening sorrow.

      ‘Why?!’ His conscience yelled. ‘Why couldn’t I protect her?! Protect her and guard her like I swore to?!’ He blamed himself. It was a bullet that tore through your heart, condemning you to death instantly. The bullet of a gunman of a rival gang that no longer exists. No, Soryu had those despicable excuses for human beings put to death at once when you fell to the ground in a pool of blood.

      He replayed the scene endlessly in his mind, forcing himself to relive the moment when he allowed you to suffer, when we wasn’t strong enough to save your precious life. To some, it would be torture. To him, it was a punishment. It was what he deserved. He truly believed that he should have to live with the horrible guilt. It was the only thing keeping him from firing a silver bullet into his own broken heart. 'One form of pain for another, I guess.’

      His eyes focused on your body. Everything he loved about you had been tossed away; your liveliness - forever silenced. Your smile - forced into a frown. Your kindness - never to be presented again. The color of your skin was drained into a pale gray. Your hair had lost it’s luster. The giggle you’d have given upon catching him staring at you never left your dry lips. A little subdued makeup kept you looking semi-alive, but everything else was off.

      Soryu heard your familiar laugh echo in his mind, a memory that would surely haunt him in his dreams/nightmares. He stared and stared at your corpse. Finally, some tears gathered in front of those steely eyes - he blinked them away. He couldn’t show weakness, well, at least not yet. He was in public, he had to maintain his identity as a tough mobster for now. He resigned to wait until he was in the sanctuary and privacy of his hotel room before allowing the liquid sadness to fall.

      A hand gripped his shoulder gently and comfortingly. He looked up to see your grandfather, sad smile on his face as he held back his own tears.

      “Unfortunately, staring won’t bring her back, no matter how much we wish it could.”

      Soryu nodded.

      “Y'know, Soryu, I would’ve been proud to have you as a member of our family. I know she loved you with all her heart.” He said in a tone that a loving father would use with his son. “I hope you’ll keep in touch.”

      “I will.” Soryu gave the best smile he could, although he was sure it didn’t appear nearly as happy as he wanted it to be. He also didn’t like replying with such a short sentence. He wanted to offer some encouraging words, but none came to mind. Luckily, your grandfather understood this and patted his shoulder.

      “I wish you all the best, Soryu. Live a happy life. She would want you to.”

      “Thank you very much.” Still maintaining a smile, the man left. Despite his kind words, Soryu felt even more guilty, if that was possible. He knew that, no matter what they said, your family, deep down, blamed him for your death. As they should, it was his fault. His heart was touched at their kindness, but it also weighed him down. He didn’t feel worthy of their forgiveness.

      The broken man stayed as long as possible. He actually had to be lead out of the funeral home so they could close it up. He just wanted to be near you, to be in your presence, as long as he could. He dragged himself home. Not bothering to remove his shoes or jacket, Soryu collapsed on the couch, burying his face in his hands. A second of silence, then a weak whisper of your name blew past his mouth.

      “I’m so sorry, _______…I’m so sorry.” He apologized. Now that he was alone at home, Soryu let the tears slide freely down his cheeks. As a mobster, he was used to steeling his face, masking his emotions, but you - a simple woman - could bring him to tears in an instant. He couldn’t remember the last time he cried, but now he couldn’t even see due to the blurry vision. “How could I do this to you? You didn’t deserve it. It should’ve been me.” He said through quiet sobs. “I swore to protect you, but I didn’t. You trusted me, and I wasn’t there for you when you needed me most. I’m so sorry.” All he could do now was hope that you heard his prayer up in heaven.

      Soryu would never forget those days. The day you were killed. The day they had to put you in the ground. He couldn’t even if he wanted to. You haunted him like a ghost. Your face appeared everywhere, in every crowd, on every woman, in every dream, in every nightmare. He couldn’t forget the woman who had changed his life.

      Time went on, but life didn’t. To Soryu, it felt like it had stalled. It was the same routines day in and day out. Manage the mafia, see to the auctions. Those were his only responsibilities now. He had nothing. When he lost you, he also lost all sense of true happiness. Now it was fake smiles at fancy dinners, small talk at parties, only acting jovial for the sake of entertaining others. In private it was a different story; dull eyes, bitter frowns, reckless alcohol. He got used to the miserable silence of his hotel room.

      Still, there were some nights where he hoped. Staring out the window, he felt as if you were out there, somewhere, somehow. And at any moment there would be the familiar sound of the door opening. You would walk in, tired from a rather tough day at work, and collapse into his arms. He would cradle you in his arms as you both drifted to sleep, safe and sound.

      But that daydream never came to be a reality.

      He was never freed by an absolution.

      Soryu eventually came completely to terms with the fact that you were gone. Forever. He allowed himself to fall deeper into depression. And he fell and fell. Until he was nothing but a shell of his former self; completely empty, closed off.

      Life became meaningless.

      And Soryu Oh was lost.

      Even now, over 20 years later, in a field of gray tombstones, every so often there’s a disturbance. A rustle of grass accompanied by soft footsteps. Flashes of silver and navy blue break up the scenery. Polished shoes come to a stop in front of a tombstone. Dark eyes stare at the name engraved upon it. The sound of chirping birds and the gentle breeze fill his ears as he scoops down, placing a lovely bouquet of flowers on the stone.

      True to his silent promise, he never forgot you. And he carried his guilt and love for you with him until he, too, was a tombstone, placed perfectly next to yours.~


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Whole Ch.2

A/N: for the person that asked me for more background… here ya go"

Waking up you felt weak and groaned as your eyes fluttered open. Looking around you furrowed your brows at the all too familiar ceiling. Thinking this had to by another nightmare you swallowed the knot forming in your throat and closed your eyes again. This wasn’t real. 

“Hey there angel." 

Hearing that deep gravely voice you snapped your eyes open and looked over to see him sitting in a chair beside the bed, a halo pad in his lap. You could only stare for a time until you shook your head and began crying. This nightmare was getting more and more torturous by the second. Closing your eyes you pulled on the band you kept around your wrist, letting it snap back against your skin. Again and again the sharp pain came over your hand but you didn’t wake up like the other times. "Wake up. wake up.” you whimpered softly.

Hearing the small snap Yondu stood and moved to sit on the bed. Pulling back the covers he saw her snapping a band on her wrist, the skin around it welting up and turning a purple color. Furrowing his brows he listened as she mumbled to herself, telling herself to wake up. She thought this was a dream, that he was a dream. Feeling a pain in his chest he swallowed before grabbing her wrist when she went to pull back the band again. Seeing her open her eyes and look at him he saw agony and misery. 

He was real. He was here and he was touching you. Opening your mouth to say something your words got caught in your throat and tears fell from your eyes. 

Seeing her so upset he looked down. “Y/n… darlin’ I…”

Hearing that name made your blood boil and all the pain and heartbreak he had caused you came flooding back into your mind. Snatching your hand back from him you swallowed the knot in your throat and glared at him. “NO. You don’t get to call me that. You don’t get to touch me! Don’t get to just waltz back into my life like nothing happened!” you yelled.

Hearing her yell at him he looked into her eyes. Never had she talked to him like that. He could feel his temper flaring but knew she had every right to be angry at him and tried to remain calm. “If you would just let me explain…”

“Explain what Yondu?! Explain how you left me on a planet. How I was nothing but a hole for you to fuck! How you broke our bond! How you made me feel like it was my fault, that I did something wrong to make my alpha not want me anymore! NO FUCK YOU!” you yelled, everything from the past year coming out all at once. 

Growling Yondu stood tall. “Girl! Ya ain’t gonna sit here and talk ta me like that! Not on my ship!.”

“Then go do what you do best, drop me off somewhere and forget about me.” you snarled.

Hearing the venom in her voice stunned him and before another word could be said he turned and walked out of the room. As soon as the door was shut he heard a sob from the other side of the door and hung his head low. 


Sitting in his pilots chair he looked down at the small locket in his hands. It was a picture of him and y/n when they first got picked up by Stakar. He still had bandages covering his cheek from where the Kree ship had been blasted open. Her teal skin was a flushed of color and but her purple eyes held happiness from finally being free. They had both been in the med bay for a week while the regained their strength but in the picture they were both smiling. After all their years of being Kree slaves they were finally free. He remembered that day well.

……………….. Six years earlier……………..

Thrashing in the Kree guards hands Yondu was dragged down the hall towards his cell. He watched as the Kree commander came to stand before his door and looked to see another beside him holding his mate. Seeing them place a knife to her throat he stilled and stopped his fighting. He listened as the commander told him how the fight tomorrow would go. How he would win and if he didn’t they would let the other men have a few rounds with his female. Looking at the small omega in the man’s hands Yondu felt his heart rate rise and quickly nodded. Seeing the commander smile darkly he was shoved in the cell and turned to see them push y/n in after before slamming the door shut. Catching her before she could hit the ground he held her to his chest and slowly moved to sit down on the thin small bed in corner on the floor. Holding her as she cried he ran his nose up her cheek and pet her white hair. “Do not cry my mate.” he told her in Kree. He felt as she clung to him and hugged her close to him. “No one will touch you but me. You are mine, no one else’s.” he told her in a deep voice. 

Holding onto your male’s shoulders you breathed in his scent. Closing your eyes you tried to calm your breathing. “Whistle for me?” you pleaded and heard him sigh. Listening as he whistled a soft tune you felt your nerves settle down. You could tell by the way he held his body he was sore. He had been sparing today, they always made him spare before a fight. It worried you when he had to fight the next day when he was already so weak. “Do not die tomorrow Yondu… Please.” you begged in a soft whimper.

Hearing her words he took a deep breath. “I will win. Like always.” He told her in a firm voice. He knew he didn’t have a choice. If he lost he knew the consequences. He knew they wouldn’t kill him. He would be forced to watch as they beat and or rapped his mate. When the Kree had first given her to him he was fifteen, she thirteen. She had been shoved into his cage when she first went into heat. He had not even known what was going on when the Kree guard commanded for him to fuck her. She cried and withered on the floor with the pain of her heat making the room fill with her scent. When his alpha instincts kicked in he ripped the slavers gown from her body and taken her on the stone floor. Ever since that day she had been his. His to care for and love. For the Kree to use against him however they saw fit. Only once had he lost a fight and been forced to watch as they beat her unconscious. Left her bloody and bruised. He had screamed and begged for them to hurt him, for them to leave her alone. Once they were done they threw him in the cage and tossed her body in like she was nothing more that a doll. He had sat there all night holding her body and telling her how sorry he was. Promising to never loose again. But now he was growing tired. This would be his third fight in a week and he was exhausted. Closing his eyes he placed a kiss to her head, “I will win.” he told her.“

Laying down on the thin mattress that night Yondu held her close to his chest with her on the side closet to the wall. He always kept her to the wall, making sure no one would get to her without him knowing. When a loud explosion went off and the whole ship shook he woke with a start. Hearing yelling and gun fire he shielded his female with his body. When loud foot steps came closer he stood and blocked y/n from whatever was coming for them. Watching the door get blown off he snarled at the intruders and showed his teeth. After the smoke had cleared he saw people standing there. They were dressed in dark blue uniforms and held weapons. The leader looked into his cell and seemed to realize something. Holding up his hand the other lowered their guns and the man walked forward. Pulling y/n behind his back Yondu kept his gaze on the man. 

The man said something he did not understand before reaching out and placing a device over the metal cuffs on his wrists, shattering them. Looking down at his free wrists and then back up the man nodded for them to follow him. Yondu held onto his mate’s hand tightly as they were led out of the halls with the few others. Getting to a cross section another blast came and Yondu acted quickly, shoving his mate to the side. Letting out a yell he held his cheek and felt blood covering his hand. His ears were ringing as the other yelled around him, speaking in a language he didn’t know. Feeling hands on him he went to attack when he saw his female pulling for him to hurry. Running off the ship and onto another one he and the other slaves were led into separate white rooms with two beds and medical equipment in each one. Getting ushered to a bed by a man he felt a tug and looked to see a woman pulling his mate away from him. "NO! NO!” he yelled out in Kree and pulled for his mate. Hearing the commotion the two people from earlier cam running over. They talked back and forth with the woman before the man looked to him. He tried saying something but Yondu couldn’t understand. The man must have sensed this and quickly called over a dark haired woman. The woman listened to the male before looking to him. 

“It is alright. We are just going to get both of you checked out. You need stitches on your cheek and we need to look her over. I promise no harm will come to her. She is your mate correct?” the woman asked.

Nodding Yondu looked at the woman skeptically. 

“This is my mate, Stakar Ogord. My name is Aleta. You are safe.” she smiled.

Swallowing Yondu looked at his mate to see her arm bleeding and furrowed his brows. 

“She will be right there. When the both of you have been checked over you are more than welcome to be with each other again.” Aleta told the Centaurian male. 

Seeing the woman pointing at the bed beside his own he looked at his omega before releasing her hand and letting the two women take her to the bed to be looked over. Seeing the male usher for him to sit on the bed he did and let them look him over. He kept his eyes on his female while they stitched up his cheek and other wounds he had gotten that week. Seeing the woman pull the curtain back he tensed. As if sensing his distress the woman from earlier walked over and looked down at him. 

“The nurses are going to check her over everywhere else. They only closed the curtain so no one would see your mate’s body.” Aleta told him making sure to choose her words carefully. She knew if she referred to the girl as his then he would be more relaxed. Seeing the doctor nod at her she smiled back down at the Centaurian. “You can go over there if you would like.” she said.

Standing from the bed Yondu walked over and slid behind the curtain to look at what was happening with his mate. He watched as two nurses cut away y/n’s slave gown and looked over her body for any wounds. Seeing none but the wound on her arm they gave her and him a small smile and helped pull a sheet over her before calling out the name he had heard earlier. After a few seconds the man from earlier and the woman, Aleta and Stakar walked in. Yondu listened as the woman translated for her mate. He told them how they were free now and how they would make sure they were both healed before making plans to either drop them off somewhere or joining their group, the Ravagers. Nodding the woman looked in a cabinet and pulled out two sets of dark blue clothing. Handing it to him she told him that in the next room they would find a shower and cleaning supplies. 

“…. someone will bring you food up soon. The both of you should rest for the next few days but after that you are free to walk around the ship.”

“The whole ship?” you questioned. They both seemed shocked by your first words but smiled non the less.

“Yes my dear the whole ship. Other that the crew’s personal rooms there is nowhere off limits.” Aleta told the girl.

“If ya both need anything just let one of the med staff know.” Stakar said and watched as his mate translated.

Once the other left the room they shut the door but didn’t lock it. Looking down it his mate he saw her crying. “What is wrong?” he asked worried if she was hurt.

“Free?… We are free?” you whimpered, looking up into his red eyes.

Smiling Yondu nodded and pulled her into his arms.

…………………………………..Present time……………………

Looking down at the picture Yondu sighed. Aleta’s words were ringing in his head, “..she will always be your mate.” Snapping the locket shut Yondu made his way towards his room.

Originally posted by neaarty

Pennywise x Fem Reader Fan Fiction In Your Heart Shall Burn

“Greeting all! It’s been really fun writing this fan fiction for all my Claddy fans out there! I truly want to thank you guys for the support. ^-^ As thanks, I have another chapter for you ghouls, i hope you enjoy it. Shit is about to get real! And i can’t wait to see what you guys think. But without further ado’s, please enjoy. Oh, and please forgive the errors and typos again.” 

Originally posted by daddy-wise

Chapter Three: ‘Come Join the Clown’

It was all over now, it had you, he had you. Slowly skulking is gruesome form away from your friend and over to the other side of your bed to get closer to you. His eyes remained locked onto yours as he placed himself by the chair beside you. Still with very little mobility, you desperately tried to shift yourself as far away from him as possible. You could fully see him now, you noticed the brunt amber color of his hair that nearly touched the celling as he walked, the cracks to his porcelain skin, and vintage clown attire that dawned bloodstains and grim. The bells to his sleeves that jingled every so often when he moved, and finally the hellish red painted lines drawn from his lips that gave the illusion of a permeant smile, with his front two buck teeth glistening with an abundance of stringy drool. He was the personification of your worst nightmare.

“Pplease ddon’t hurt me!” The plead you made only seemed to make him laugh. With even more tears streaming down your face, you couldn’t help but whimper into a yelp when he gradually leaned down closer to your face and licked your tears. “Pplease won’t somebody help me.” This was all too real, the way his massive gloved hand wrapped around your throat and the groves of his alien tongue lapping at your cheeks. Struggling with all that you had left in you, he chuckled darkly as his grip to you tighten neck as he then held one finger up to his lips.

“Shh, shhh, you know that’s not going to help you.” He whispered as he leaned even closer to you and climbed into the bed with you, fully hovering over you while being mindful of your legs. “Your tears taste so sweet, like candy.” He murmured playfully onto your skin as you perilously tried to push him away. “I wonder what the rest of you taste like?” Hysterically shaking your head no as he ripped open the front of your hospital gown, not enough to fully expose your chest, but enough, you started thrashing around more in protest. Immediately covering your mouth with his hand as you started to scream louder and flail beneath him with all that you had in you, he mocked you for your efforts as your action were amusing to him. “Ohh ahah oh! I love your reluctance dear one! It makes the smell of you all the more tempting.” Looming down so close to your face to the point your nose and his were mere inches away, he lowered his tone to a hunting growl before unnervingly focusing both of his smelting eyes on you. “Keep testing me child, and I will devour you, slowly, painfully, and intimately. Now be a good girl for once, and just relax.” He expressed with his teeth jutting forwards into a horrendous smile.  Letting go of your mouth so he could wiped a few more tears away, he smiled crookedly as your lips quivered in unspoken fear.

“Yyou wwant to eat me! How ccan I possible relax.” You told him weakly, with you trembling even more under his gaze. Mocking your general expression again before flashing another toothy grin, you bite your tongue as he gripped your shoulders harder causing pain before suddenly snarling onto your neck. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You begged through an unflattering sob, he cackled more to your raspy and panting breathes.

“I simply adore your kind, so might and proud, but in the face of true terror, you all crumble.” He giggled darkly. “But you, my little one…” He paused to lick his lips suggestively. “I just find you so very interesting, (y/n). You’re terrified of me, and yet there’s this hint of fearlessness that has my skin crawling, like tinny tiny insects! I want to eat you, but I also want you.” Starting from the base of your neck and tenderly moving up, he ran his snakelike tongue across your skin sending even more frantic chills down your spine. Every stroke of his fleshy organ was drawn out and lazy, heated and textured, he wanted you to know exactly how frail you are. He wanted you to know how completely hopeless it was to struggle, even though you tried. “When you first arrived at my doorstep I knew, I knew you were special. Your scent awoke me from my slumber, and as I could smell you fears, practically tasted it on the tip of my tongue, I distinctly recall smelling something else…something arousing.” Rubbing his sickly pale and cracking face along you neck, chest and face, while take deep and beastly like breaths in-between, his demeanor changed to that of a wild animal in the midst of heat. The realization of everything you have been through up until this point came crashing down upon you as he openly laughed to your epiphany. “It’s feral in nature, almost as if you felt a small amount of thrill walking into my den. At first I dismissed it as foolishness and arrogance of your kind, but as I studied you, I saw a glimpse of something inside you that triggered something within me.” Pressing his lips against your collarbone, he made you shudder as his teeth grazed over jugular vein, and lower until he stopped just as he reached your left breast, which was still covered. “And it was at that very moment, I knew I must have you.” Dragging his tongue along the sensitive skin there, he hummed when he made you quiver again. Doing it a few more times as he created tiny goosebumps, you could see that he was trying to stay focus, as he kept stopping with an agitated growl.

“Wh-what do you mean?” You tried engaging him once again. Eerily looking up to your face with his eyes beaming a lustful red, you instantly regretted saying anything again, until he moved closer to your face.

“I have been closely following you, but you knew that already right, little one? Ever snice you left my house, I have been keeping you company, and besides the naughty little teasing, like what you do when no one is around.”  With his sticky hot drool pooling around your neck dripping down further onto your chest, his words bore new and darker meaning. “I have decided that you are worthy so something grand.” Worthy, you thought madly, worth of what? “You will make a nice mate, but first you must learn to obey.”

“Wwhat?” You stuttered with your heart nearly stopping again in dismay.

“You heard me, but I suppose I can give a moment to adjust, think things over as your kind puts it. Although, you my sweet little one, hardly have a real choice…” He stated in a matter of fact sort of way. Suddenly hearing chiming bells, presumably from his clothes, everything was beginning to become fuzzy and hazy. Even though his words sounded more menacing you couldn’t understand the reason why you were suddenly fading out of consciousness again. Was it his presences, was it the fact you were so terrified and traumatized by this moment that your brain could no longer withstand the strain? Why any of this happening to you, were you going insane? “When you awake again, you will come to me.” With your vision of him growing dimmer by the second, the urgency of this scenario was also leaving you. “If you try to leave, or outright defy me, I’ll kill all those close to you without mercy.” His words were but a soft whisper by this point as you drifting into the void nothingness.

“I’ll make you watch as I feast from their flesh…

…feed on their fears…

…and send their bodies a float…

…Come join me (y/n) this is my only offer to you…”

And just like that, everything including him disappeared into darkness…



“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! For god sakes! Wake the fuck up!” Damn near propelling yourself out of bed and stumbling to the floor, (yf/n) had to catch you as you then started screaming to the top of your lungs and pushed her away in a half dazed panic. Completely falling out of bed, you scrabbled to make sense of your surrounding as you slammed your back hard against something to stable yourself. “WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR DEAL?” (Yf/n) shouted as you struggled to catch your breath with sweat literally pouring down your face. It was as if someone thrown a bucket of water on you as you were sobbing wet.

“I-I…” That was all you could manage to say as your entire body was shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm. That wasn’t real? You kept asking yourself. “Tthat wasn’t real?” This was all starting to become too much for you.

“Jesus fucking Christ, (yf/n) what the fuck is happening to you?” Inching a bit closer to you, she paused as you instinctively pushed yourself back with a distraught and daunting look on your face. “It’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you, (yf/n) please it’s me!”

“How do I know?” You muttered with tears forming and that sense of torment rushing back even harder than before. “How do I know you’re not him?!” You yelled into a frantic sob. “Hhow do I know you’re really you?” Tucking yourself into the smallest ball you could manage, you broke down into a million pieces as you began to rock back and forth. Nothing was real anymore, nothing made any sense. If what he said was true, then even this could also be an illusion, which means you couldn’t trust anything, or anybody. Just as you were considering something that went against everything you’ve ever learned, or personally felt about, (yf/n) rushed over and embraced you with everything she had.

“Ask me anything, (y/n). Ask me something that you, and only you know about me, and you’ll see.” Holding your head close to her chest as she rocked with you slightly, she began humming a song that only the two of you knew as she caressed you lovingly while rubbing and petting your head soothingly. “I’m here, (y/n) don’t worry. I’m here.”

Clinging to her like a newborn infant would, (yf/n) held onto you for as long as you needed her too, and that’s how you spent the better part of the morning. She has never seen you this shaken before, it was like your rolls had reversed because normally she would be the sobbing scared mass, as you helped her feel better. Encasing yourself within her grasp, you muttered through a few sicklier sobs as you knew deep down that if that monster was to be believed then (yf/n) would be his first target. The thought alone crushed you, and knowing that leaving was not an option either, while in your friends’ arms you made the choice to obey him.

“If you tell her, I’ll kill her…

Heha! I’ll tear the flesh from her bones…

                       …Come to ME!”

The deep and strangled voices in your head were becoming louder, and louder, and before long, it replaced your own. After falling silent for almost an hour, (yf/n) assumed you were feeling better, and had offered to make you something to eat to make you feel better. But in reality, you’ve became numb and lifeless, dead eyed to the wall past her as she left the room to fetch you something. You didn’t know if all of this was just another grand illusion or not, but something nagged at you as you sat there still in your musty filth, until it then dawned on you.

“Smell…” You murmured in slight shock.

Instantly sniffing everything around you including yourself, to test your theory, you didn’t know whether to either laugh or cry again as you realized that in all of your nightmares you couldn’t recall a sense of smell. All of your other senses like, sight, touch and hearing were being manipulated, but you couldn’t remember smelling anything or god forbid taste anything. You didn’t know whether or not if this realization was something that could help you other than distinguish dreams from reality, but it was a start. When you finally arose to your feet, you went into the bathroom and looked yourself over. Your hair was beyond a mess with tangles and knots matted to your damp cheeks while the other strains reached to the gods. Your tank top was nearly transparent as you never knew you could sweat that much and not die, or at the very least be dehydrated. You looked like you felt, a distraught mental case, with a bad hair day.

“You should wash up (y/n), I’ll have lunch ready in like 30 minutes!” You heard (yf/n) yell out as you examined your face more.

There wasn’t any doubt you were going to shower after fully seeing yourself, however that persistent paranoid feeling of eyes everywhere was with you again, and that caused you to hesitate. If he has been truly watching you, then that means he has seen you naked, seen you do things to yourself that no other person has. You wanted to vomit. You wanted to scream, and cry as you recalled everything you have done up to this very point before you knew, everything that you have done after leaving that damn house. It was just your mind playing tricks, you told yourself before the nightmares became an everyday occurrence. It was all just in your head. No one was actually watching you pleasuring yourself, letting go of all the stress, easing the pain from your loneliness. He said it himself, he has been observing, studying you, as he puts it from some time, but to what extent? And even know with that blood chilling fact known to you now, the feeling of his presences only intensified.

“Come to me (y/n)…” It was but a whisper, but it nevertheless made the tiny hairs everywhere stand straight up in attentions. “Don’t keep me waiting…” Swallowing the knot in your throat, you gripped the edge of the sink and attempted to catch your breath as his hunting cheery tune rung out. Suddenly hearing something like friction to glass, you snapped up in horror as a message started to appear on the now fogged up vanity mirror.

~If I have to get you, she will die…~

You weren’t about to test his words, but the fear from this moment kept you motionless. This was happening, and if you didn’t go to him and soon, your beloved friend was going to be killed, brutally. Frantically turning on the shower and nearly tearing what little clothes you had on off, you washed yourself and your hair as fast as you could, as his even raspy laughter echoed out. You tore through the bathroom like a bat out of hell as your friends life depended on it. And you knew he was enjoying this, you felt as if he was getting off on watching you helplessly scurry around, but you couldn’t know for sure. Once you were done, you exited the bathroom with nothing but a towel and flip flops and hurried back into your room to find something to throw on. Settling on a faded pair of jeans and a black tank top, you swiftly put on your bra and some underwear and got dressed before stumbling out in a hurry to get to your car.

“(Y/n), where the hell are you going? I just finished up lunch?” (Yf/n) questioned with concern as she had to physically stop you as you were rushing towards the door. “Jesus girl, your hair isn’t even fucking dry! In just where in the hell is the fire?” You didn’t have time to explain anything to her, in fact, you couldn’t. If you didn’t go to him now, he will come for you, and that would mean your friends death. That could not happen, nor will it, not as long as you drew breath.

“I have to go, I-I just um, need some fresh air.” You stuttered through an excuse. “Don’t worry, I’ll… I’ll be back, I just want to be alone for a while, (yf/n) don’t worry.” This was becoming hard, you had no idea if anything you were saying was true or not. You only have a few horrifying ideas as to what this creature wants and none of them you see yourself surviving. This was goodbye, but you were trying your hardest to seem casual to that harsh fact. “Everything will be ok, I’m fine now, promise.” You lied with your voice a little smoother.

“You better be, you have me scared, and if this is what it feels like whenever I get this freaked out then I’m so sorry.” Giving you a big warm hug, it took everything in you now to not start crying again. “I’ll see you when you get home, call me, text me, send me a fuck carrier pigeon if you have too! Just-…” She paused to give you a little kiss on the cheek before embracing you even harder. “Just come back to me, (y/n)… Come back.”


The car ride to that place on Neiblot Street was daunting and frightening. It was like one of those scenes in a horror movie where the protagonist returns to the place of origin of the monster for one final showdown. But this was no movie; you were no hero or even a side character that somehow survives the main plot. You were a sacrifice, the person whose life will save that of others. You knew the moment you step into that place again your life will be over, you only hoped that it would at the very least finish you off quickly for following its instructions to the letter. Parking your car off to the side of the road before turning off the engine, you took a few deep breaths to steady yourself as your hands were still shaking. You could feel its dark influences more strongly, it made the twist and turns of your stomach lurch to the point you couldn’t hold back any longer. Pushing open the driver door, you emptied the entirety of your stomach out onto the street as the pain of it hit you hard, and the better taste stained your lips.

Sitting back slumped into the driver seat; you placed your forearm over your burning head, as you felt as if you were boiling from the inside out. After taking another few minutes to collect yourself, you reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed the bottle of water that has been in your car for days and took a swig. After using the stale and lukewarm water to diminish the putrid aftertaste from your vomiting earlier as best you could, you then tossed the empty water bottle to the backseat after giving up, and fully exited the car to meet your fate.

As you stood at the iron gates leading to hell, you decided to say a prayer as you gradually made your way to the front door. The wind started to pick up abruptly, and the sound of thunder rumbled in the distance, when the sky darkened with heavy and humid rain beginning to fall, all you could focus on was the echoing of malevolent laughter coming from the bowels of its house. And as you stood before the front door with your heart pumping so hard in your chest as it was on the verge of bursting through your chest cavity. The aging door swung open without warning and something violently pulled you inside before slamming the entryway shut and locking you inside…


Don’t Go (Bucky x Reader)

Request: #1 with Bucky❤💕

#1: “Please don’t go. Don’t leave me all alone here… I’m scared.”

Warnings: mention of nightmares, fluff

(Y/C/E) = Your color eyes

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What went wrong with Joker's daughter

this is the superhero daughter of Joker and Harley story requested by anon. Warnings;abuse towards the reader and Harley.

Silent tears fell down your face, mixing with the cold, dirty water that washed away the burning sticky chemical away from you.
It burnt.
It felt as if your skin was being ripped apart from your body, to fall onto the floor of the rotten bathtub.
It was unthinkable, unbelievable, how your mother, the woman you had been protecting you from that monster turned against you now. You felt ashamed that you were made by Joker’s filthy, homicidal genes, by accident because he used your mother, Harley, as a tool.
She, being the nut head she was, was encouraging you to talk to him, show him your love; to tell daddy how much his little crime princess loved him. Though, it would always end up with you bruised and bloody, even at a very young age. There wasn’t anything he hadn’t tried to kill you, thought you would always be saved or slip out of it the last moment. While you were young, it was a fun game, your mommy telling you that was his way of showing his affection, her fingers combing through your soft (h/c) hair, placing sweet affectionate kisses on your wounds, her bright smile lighting up your world.
You watched as he hit her, sometimes with her own bat or hammer or, chocked her with his bare hands, but she’d brush it off and smile and slowly, it crushed you. She never seemed to fear him, even when he was banging her head against the harsh wall and you had to clean all these up.
It was a certain night, at your sixteen when you had rushed out and bumped -literally- onto Dick Grayson’s son, John.
You knew the guy, he was all over the papers, along with his father, that your mother brought home for you to teach you how to read.
He asked your name and you gave it to him, claiming you didn’t want to reveal your last one to him just yet, embarrassed of the fact that you had none.
You hanged out for more than a year before he discovered your past. Even with you being a superhero, he didn’t want anything to do with you, stating the filths coming from such genes should die even before getting born.
He had left, as suddenly as he had came into your pitiful life and you fell onto depression shortly after.
Everyday you had new marks, new bruises as your father let your body rot, because you were just not crazy. Because you refused to murder people, as you acted like the superhero now, because a creepy smile wasn’t plastered on your face, because you annoyed him, because you existed.
To top it all after a heated fight with Harley, wondering what had gotten wrong with you, he forcefully threw you into that pit of burning chemicals after he had beat the soul out of you. Harley didn’t bother to save you from the pit, neither did he and for a moment you decided it was the last day you waled on this earth. Your misery would be over.
But you crawled out, the instincts making the greatest effort for you. And they lifted you up, laughing, thinking this, that just now, could make you like them.


The old towel dumped with water as you wiped it off your body and some dry skin made its way to the floor.
You touched your lips as you looked at your reflection in the broken mirror; they were white and chapped, red circles popping from under your eyes, along with some delicate purple veins. Your big turquoise (the only gift from Harley and Joker) eyes, were popping out in all their bloodshot glory. To be honest your overall image looked like to was made of nightmare material as your new skin color made your bruises pop out and your wounds burn.
You rushed to your small room, naked, and wore your costume. The one Harley had sewed for you over a year ago and run out, disappearing for good in the night.
As if by fate your head crushed onto a certains someone’s chest.
“J-John?” A subtle stutter left your chapped lips as he pushed you away from him, shaking vigorously his head.
“Stay away from me freak.”
“John please. I need help” pained sobs escaped your mouth while your hands pointed at your itching skin.
He looked at you again, noticing new scars everywhere on you, on the corners of your lips, your exposed belly, your legs but mostly you white, peeling off, skin.
“It’s- I’m… I’ll help you (y/n). I swear to god.”
He pulled you in his big arms as you sobbed, and for the first time, you knew, you could cry all you want, without being hit.

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Part 2

Genre: Angst
Words: 2,051
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Friend!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Details of injuries
Summary: The Winter Soldier makes an appearance during an innocent sparring.

Originally posted by hatver

The crack that sounded in Steve’s ears was both satisfying an horrifying. His past exhaustion had dissipated and had been replaced by feelings of anger, betrayal, hurt, and most of all- concern. Normally, punching someone would be therapeutic, a projection of stress onto something other than oneself, but in this situation, Bucky had enough stress to handle. And now Steve was just left with a feeling of helplessness.

Bucky took the punch, despite the punishment he was already putting himself through. The look he gave his friend as Sam took hold of Steve’s arms was one of complete and utter regret. As long as Bucky could remember, he had only done one thing: hurt people. With time, he had come to develop a family here at the tower, and with that family came a level of trust. Not only was trust placed in him by the people around him, but he started to trust himself. He was back at ground zero, if not farther down into the ground.

Steve recovered from the outburst, quickly pulling his arms from Sam and looking down at the floor. His mind was racing and all he wanted to do was to tell it to shut up. He was losing control, and God knows that control is the only thing that keeps him sane. But these ropes were too far out of his reach; his girlfriend could be dying on a table because of someone she trusted- someone he trusted. He was losing too many people at once, one of them being himself.

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Things the MCR albums remind me of

Bullets: Dead roses, torn wedding gowns, foggy mornings, shouting when you’re angry, angst, dimly lit rooms, black and greasy hair, dreadlocks, porcelain dolls, sketch pads, sketching pencils

Revenge: Red and black, red flowers of any kind, coffins, ciggarettes, old churches, black widow spiders, black ballet slippers, red eyeshadow, black glitter, torn skinny jeans, clear nights, full moons, graveyards, horror movies, demons

Black Parade: Hospital rooms, heart monitors, IV drips, pale skin, being cold to the touch, black and white striped arm warmers, nightmares, ghosts, being sick, wanting to give up, but continuing to press on, wheelchairs, blood transfusions, lethargy, medicine

Danger Days: Bright and vivid color, living in the moment, muscle cars, large cities, any 50s diner, hot days and cold nights, laying next to someone you love, giving your all in relationships, leather jackets, steel toe boots, neon lights, energy drinks.

Leonardo x Reader: Past Your Bedtime

The one episode with the dream beavers kind of inspired this, especially how in the end of the episode Leo talks about how he ends up feeling better after resting.

I’m sorry for not updating in a while, I’ve been hooked onto Pokemon for quite some time. I haven’t seen the newer TMNT episodes either, so I’ve been trying to steer clear of any TMNT related places because I don’t want spoilers, hehe… Also, apologies for any mistakes, as usual.

Rating: PG
Genre: Fluffies, fluffies everywhere. Some emotional moments here and there.
Paring: Leonardo x Reader

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I’m writing these in the order they’re sent in, so don’t get discouraged if you haven’t seen yours yet! Love you all to bits. 

Plot: [Can you do an imagine where Josh is really protective and the reader teases him about it]

Josh was pulling you in by the waist as the two of you walked around the city. You were visiting him at his place in LA for a little bit, and he wanted to show you around where he spent some of his time off. He rubbed his thumb lightly across your hip over your thin shirt. The two of your footsteps were in sync as you strolled down the city blocks. It was summer time so both of you were sweating under the impending heat. He wiped sweat off his forehead and onto his ripped black jeans. Josh rarely wore shorts, even in the heat. 

“What do you say we grab a smoothie or something?” Josh suggested. 

“That sounds incredible,” you exhaled, relieved, knowing you would be cooled down soon. 

“Perfect. I’m pretty sure there’s a place straight ahead and around the corner,” he said pointing towards the pedestrian crosswalk. 

“Yeah, that works,” you nodded your head squinting in the direction of his finger. 

There were a good bit of homeless people around LA, which didn’t bug you and you normally spared them a few dollars or at least food if you had any on you. Today was different though, today was one of those days where you felt dirty without dipping your feet in the mud. Everything happened so quickly and your heart rate was still up. Josh’s voice was angrier than you had ever heard it, and your bones never shook so hard. It all seemed like a nightmare. 

You and Josh had crossed the street and had almost arrived at your destination when a man sitting on the corner called out “Hey, blue is my favorite color,” in reference to your skirt. Josh initially chose to ignore him, picking up his pace, but before you knew it the man had reached forward and slid his hand up the back of your skirt. His rough hands felt unfamiliar on skin that was rarely touched. His finger nails dug into your insecure places, and he pulled at your skin like he was trying to quite literally steal a part of you. Josh felt you tense up under his own grip. 

“Did that guy touch you?” he said as the mans hand escaped your clothing when you continued to walk forward. 

“Yeah, but.. it’s it’s not a big deal-” you choked on your words and you were near tears. 

“No, Y/N, it is a big deal stay right there,” Josh said, shoulders rolled back, walking over to the man who still sat a few feet back. 

“Hey man what’s the matter with you?” Josh barked at him, pulling back a fist, threatening a punch. Josh slowly released his fist, realizing you were still standing there and he didn’t want to put you through any more trauma. 

“You’ve got a hot girlfriend, I touch what I like,” 

you winced from afar, squeezing your eyes shut. Thinking maybe if you closed them long enough the situation would disappear. 

“Cut it out man, I really don’t like you and you’re lucky I’m not laying any hands on you right now.” Josh glanced back in your direction making sure you were doing okay by yourself for a little and that no one else was touching you.

“Whatever man,” the man drug out his words, they rang in your ears even from a distance. 

“It’s not whatever. You don’t talk or touch women like that. Listen, I feel bad that you’re on the streets… I really do but you’re making it hard for me to sympathize with your situation. Maybe people would help you out more if you weren’t such a jerk.” 

The man stared at Josh, not saying anything. Josh walked back to you, grabbing your hand, “C’mon Y/N. Let’s just go home.” 

You were fine with that, at this point a smoothie didn’t even sound appetizing. You were nauseous, cold and hot simultaneously, and still shaking. The whole ride home you stared blankly out the windshield. Josh glanced at you every now and then checking your emotional status on your face. He left his hand on the console, reminding you he was there if you wanted him. He pulled into his driveway and unbuckles his seatbelt, looking at you. You remained still. 

“We’re home babe,” he said touching you softly, sensitive to your heightened reactions. 

You blinked your eyes slowly as a single tear rolled out, “Y/N, we’re safe now. You’re here with me. I got you,” he unbuckled your seatbelt for you and walked around to your side of the car, picking you up and carrying you inside like a small child. You didn’t like this sense of innocence when what just happened to you wasn’t innocent at all. He got you inside safely and laid you down on the couch, covering each part of your body with a blanket, pulling it up to beneath your chin, kissing you on the forehead. He sat beside you and waited until you fell asleep. 

You woke up a few hours later in a cold sweat, hyperventilating. 

“Hey, hey… I’m here.. what’s the matter?” Josh came to you wiping the damp pieces of hair away from your face, placing his cold hand over your forehead. 

“the man.. he’s back…” you began crying.. hard. 

“Sh, come here. He’s not back, you must have had a nightmare. I’m here. You’re safe, you’re not going to see him again, I called the cops and reported his location while you were asleep,” Josh pulled the blankety off your body noticing the sweat you accumulated on your skin. 

“I feel empty,” your voice shook. 

“I know love.. I know. You’re not, but I know,” he took hold of your hand, rubbing his thumb in circles over your clammy hand. 

He directed your head onto his shoulder where you cried into his shirt, wiping snot on the hem every so often. Josh didn’t even care, he just swung your legs over his lap and let you feel for a while. 

Cure for Nightmares

Pairings: Dean!Reader
Warnings: smut, oral (giving and receiving),swearing, masturbation, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it kids or you’ll end up like me. Pregoooo)…I thiiiink that’s it, let me know if theres more in there that I’m missing.

You haven’t slept very well. Not since Dean had gone to hell. Watching him being ripped apart like that, watching his life die in his eyes as he looked up at you. Yes, many years have passed since then, and has been saved thanks to the angel Castiel. As much as you would have liked to stop them, there wasn’t much you could do but walk the halls until it was morning.

You walked to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. You were wearing what you always wore at night. A pair of black short shorts, and a loose black V neck that had been cut in half, leaving your stomach exposed. Y/H/L, Y/H/C hair tucked behind your ears. Your Y/E/C eyes were dull instead of their normal bright color, and your skin was pale. Your lips were ghostly white as they quivered. You turn the facet on and splash cold water on your face, hissing as it hit your burning skin. you dry my face with a towel and shut the water off. You exit the bathroom and make your way to the kitchen, like you normally do. Only this time, you thought you would make a cherry pie, being Dean’s favorite. You smile at the thought of him. Even though he was the center of all your nightmares, you still had a soft spot for the older Winchester.

As you passed the boys rooms, you noticed that Dean’s door was ajar just the slightest bit. You cock your head to the side as you heard your name being whispered from within the room. You walk towards it and push it open a little more and peaking your head in. Your face heats up as you see what’s happening. Dean was completely naked, his ass almost off the side of the bed. His head back, and moans coming from his slightly parted lips. His dominate hand pumping up and down over his shaft while his other hand kneaded his balls gently. Your names escapes his lips again as he lifts his hips off the bed slightly, making a wave of pleasure flow you. Dean Winchester. The womanizer. Is fantasizing about you as he gets himself off. Feeling a wave of confidence, you open the door more, thanking god that the door doesn’t squeak, and closed the door quietly behind you. You quietly walk to the bed where his knees were, open and shaking slightly. You kneel down in front of his cock and looked up at him. He still had no idea you were there, until you reached out, placing your hands on his thighs, taking the tip of his cock in your mouth. You felt him tense up and stop moving his hands. You suck on the tip while your hands pry his away. You lower your mouth more down his length, taking him fully in my your mouth before you begin the bob your head, your hand following your mouth, while the other fondled his balls like his hands had.

Holy shit, Y/N I didn’t know you were awake-fuck.” His voice was gravely and low, evidence of it not being used all that much in a while. You come off of him with a pop and look up at him. He was staring down at you with wide and confused eyes. You pumped your hand up and down, your saliva acting as lube as his head flew back on the pillow. His Adam’s apple moving as you started to pump faster. He let his hips roll up into your hand, while his own clutched at the sheets at his sides. Feeling he was close by how tense his muscles got, you place your mouth back over him and sucked hard, earning a loud groan before feeling his hot cum hit your tongue. You look up at him and licking around his head, your eyes locking with his, and a hand coming up to wipe at the corners of your mouth. Dean sat up, looking down at you on your knees. He grabs your hands and leads you to straddle his naked waist. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling slightly to give him access to your neck where he left trails of kisses to your collar bone.

“Dean.” you said quietly, your confidence gone. He stopped and looked up into your eyes. You saw worry cross his features as he cupped your cheeks. You didn’t notice you were crying until he wiped them away with his thumbs. “Y/N, I’m not going anywhere. Especially after all that.” you chuckle slightly as you let your shaking hands wrap around his neck.
“What made you do it anyway? Why now?” your eyes flicked between his green ones, not really knowing the answer. One of his hands traveled to the back of yoyr neck, pulling you a little bit closer to him.

“Whatever the reason, I’m glad either way. I thought you would have rejected me.” He spoke softly and closed his eyes, letting his forehead fall on yours. You chuckle softly, feeling less shaky. The noise causing his eyes to open and stare at you. “And I thought you would be the one to reject me. Why would I reject you?” He sucks in a breath before his eyes dart to the side. “Mainly because everyone I get close to dies. That and I’ve basically screwed every woman who would ever let me.” you smiled and crashed your lips onto his for a short kiss. “Well, we’re all going to die someday Dean, and as for all the woman? That only means you know what you’re doing. Remind me to send them thank you cards.” It was his turn to chuckle lightly before kissing you hard and slow. You could feel his cock twitch to life in between you. He pulled away and locked eyes with you.

“What were you doing awake anyway? You still having nightmares?” you had told Dean about your nightmares a few months back. He was walking past your room one night and heard you screaming. you just nod your head and avert your eyes to somewhere behind him. “Well, you know what cures my nightmares?” you look back at Dean, his green eyes glinting with understanding. You just blink at him as a response. He leans in and places a quick kiss on your lips before flipping you on the bed so that you were underneath him. His lips were on you again as he trailed kisses down your neck till he got to the bottom of the V, on your shirt. He reached down and pulled it over your head, throwing it to the side somewhere. He trailed more kisses down your body, while looking up at you.

As soon as he got to the waistband of your shorts, he hooked his fingers under them and started to pull them down, your panties going with them. As soon as you were bare under him, he pushed your thighs apart and let out a groan. “Already dripping. Fuck Y/N, all of this because you sucked me off?” Your breath caught in your throat as he licked right up your folds. You let your head fall back against the bed, waves of pleasure taking over you as he sucked and nipped lightly at your clit. His hands were rubbing up and down your inner thighs, before one hand trailed to your sex and inserting two fingers. Your hands go down to grip at the short hairs on his head as you let out a breathless moan. He was pumping and curling his fingers, hitting that sweet spot every time. Before you could catch your breath, you were screaming his name as an orgasm hit you hard. You clenched around his fingers, earning a moan from Dean.

Dean crawls up your body, leaning down and kissing you hard on the mouth. As your tongues intertwined, you could faintly taste yourself on him, making yyou moan. You reach down and grab his cock and start pumping it again. He pulled back with a moan and shuddered above you. His eyes were still closed, and his eyebrows knitted together. you started to pull Dean to your entrance when he stiffened and stopped you with his hand. “W-wait, wait. Y/N, let me get a condom.” You squeezed his cock the slightest bit, earning a shuttered breath before he looked down at You. “I want to feel you Dean, all of you. Just please, Dean.” He searched your face for any uncertainty. Like you were going to regret your decision as soon as it’s finished. you reach up and cup his face, pulling him down for a kiss. He relaxes and enters you, making you both pull back slightly and moan.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good.” He started to move slowly, his head leaning in the crook of your neck. He left trails of kisses and bites down to your collar bone, where he sucked and nipped, obviously meaning to leave a mark. “Dean.” you moan out, clutching his tense shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. “M-move faster.” It was like your words made something click inside him. He shifted your position, your legs were securely wrapped around his arms and he pounded into you with such force you had to place your hands on the headboard to keep your head from smacking into it. He moved the slightest bit and hit that spot again, making a loud moan escape you. He leaned in and kissed you again. It was all a mess, teeth clashed, saliva connecting, and before you knew it, all you were doing was letting your lips brush as he slammed into you over and over, bringing you closer and closer. “D-Dean I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me Y/N.” That’s all it took to send you over the edge. your head flew back as your back arched as much as it could off the bed, letting out a scream of his name as a second orgasm hit. You clenched around Dean, making him moan your name in your throat as he came himself. He shot his hot seed inside you as he gave short thrusts before pulling out and rolling on his back. You both laid there, breathing heavy and replaying what had just happened.

“Did we just-“He went to ask. “Have sex?” you finished for him, looking over at him to see he was already staring at you. “I mean, did we just have sex without a condom, because I’ve never done that before.” you moved so that you could lay your head on his chest. You could hear his heart beat fast, not seeming to let up.

“We did, but I don’t regret it. It was exactly what I needed. Thank you Dean.” your eyes were getting heavy. Dean sat up and grabbed the blankets that he had pushed to the end of the bed and pulled you back on him, bringing the blanket over the both of you. He wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your stomach. “What if I got you pregnant? With us being hunters, we put our life on the line every day, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt and lose it, or god forbid you die.” You let out a sigh and moved so that You was laying on top of him. Your legs tangled together as he tightened his grip on you. You looked up at him, seeing the worry cross his face. You smile at him and lean up so you could place a short kiss on his swollen lips.

“Well if I am, then I know you would do everything in your power to keep us safe. I don’t have to worry about anything.” You kissed him quickly again before laying your head in the crook of his neck and closing your eyes. The sound of him breathing and his strong arms around you protectively, lulled you to a nightmare-less sleep for the first time in a long time.

anonymous asked:

I need the next part of knock knock knock like I need oxygen 😱😱😱

Oh, no!  Breathe, my child!  Breathe!  Haha, here is your Part 8, comin’ ‘atcha! downtonabb3y, I hope you enjoy it as well!

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Epilogue)

The next few weeks were long.  Long and arduous.  Your stitches itched from healing, your thumbs were sore from the breaking, your bruises got more tender before they got better, and your appetite was pretty much nonexistent because of the nightmares.  You couldn’t get his face out of your head, and every time you woke up you just laid in bed, helpless.  Spencer was doing so much, cooking and cleaning and helping you up and down and in and out, not to mention he was getting good at the not-so-note-worthy things, such as wiping you down without looking after toilet visits and washing your body in a bath without needing to see what he was doing.  He was as respectful as possible without commenting on anything that he did see, because he knew it would embarrass you and another fight would drum up again.

But finally, there was a break in the insanity of your daily lives.

One night you woke up from a particularly startling nightmare, and as your eyes flew open and you tried to catch your breath, you sat straight up in bed.

On.  Your.  Own.

Gawking at your own feat, you slowly scoot your legs over to the side of the bed and attempt to get up.  Standing to your feet, you wobble over to the bathroom and take a look in the mirror.  Bruises mostly faded, stitches dissolved, yellowish skin retrieving color, your eyes misted over.

You finally had your independence back.

And maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t have to tell Spencer about the crippling nightmares.

After all, he deserved some relief as well.


Sitting in the doctor’s office, Spencer at your side, he begins to take a look at your hands.  The last time you were here, he took off your cast and put you in braces, citing that they needed a bit more healing time before he was comfortable with you rehabilitating them.  As the doctor pressed and inspected, you winced every now and then, growing frustrated because they still hurt.

As Spencer looks on anxiously, the doctor says, “On a scale of 1-10, how much is the pain when I press in these areas?”

Sighing, you say, “Anywhere from a 3 to a 5, but nothing tear-worthy.  It’s mostly how bad the pinch is before it dissipates into nothing.”

As the doctor nods and continues inspecting, you wish he would just say it.  You wish he would just say, “You’ll be crippled forever and this poor man over here will be destined to forever change your diaper like the big child you are.”

But instead, he looked from you to Spencer, and and he says, “Your everyday tasks are going to be very hard at first, so don’t get disappointed.  If you urge yourself to try to continue as normal, your thumbs will strengthen again on their own, and no physical therapy will be necessary.”

Concerned you hadn’t heard him right, you look over to Spencer, who is beaming at you with tears cresting the corners of his eyes.  You know he has to be as relieved as you.  After all, wiping poop from a grown woman’s body after a while has to get old and tedious.

Slowly turning back towards the doctor, you throw your arms around him.

“Thank you,” you whisper to him.

And as the doctor chuckles, he wraps his arms around you and rubs your back.  “You are so very welcome,” he replies.


You were ready to get back to the house.  There were so many things you wanted to do: open the pickle jar, start a new crochet project, cook dinner for them both tonight.  You were practically clawing your way out of the car when you pulled up the driveway, and as Spencer laughs at you, you bound up the driveway, throw open the door, and throw your arms out to your sides.

“I’m freeeeeeee!” you scream, twirling around in the middle of the living room.

Spencer comes in behind you, crossing his arms and leaning onto the door frame, his smile beaming from ear to ear.

Looking over at him, you put your arms down and furrow your brow.  “What?”

Pushing himself off of the frame, he walks slowly towards you, wrapping his arm around your waist and meeting your gaze ever so slowly.  “It’s been weeks since I’ve seen you truly smile.  And I’ve missed it.”

Sighing, you dip your forehead against his chin, where you feel a light, yet warming, kiss.  “I know this wasn’t easy for you…seeing parts of me and doing things to me that…that you never…”

As your eyes burned with tears of embarrassment, you realized that you were still ashamed of some of the things he had to do.  You had wanted your body to be a playground to him…and cavernous exploration of mysteries and wonders.  But instead, it had turned in to a blobbing sack of skin that he had had to haul around and take care of for the past 9 weeks.

Tears streaming down your face, he takes his thumb and wipes them away.  “Please don’t cry,” he pleads.  “Please, this is such a happy occasion.  Please don’t take that smile away from me.”

Ripping yourself away from him, you walk over to the corner and stare out the window.  You were so angry at yourself.  Angry for not being strong enough, or fast enough, or smart enough to get away from that psychopath.  You blamed him for everything he had taken: your safety, your sleep, your mystery…

Trailing off into thought, Spencer slowly walks over and puts his hand on your shoulder.

Jumping at the sudden contact, you whirl around and look at him with wide eyes before your body settles down.  As Spencer looks at you, a worried expression filling the crevices of his face, he takes your hand and starts to rub the top of it with his palm.

“I-” he stops.

Squeezing his hand, you urge him to continue.  You know exactly what he is going to say, but you needed him to say it.  You needed to know, that out of everything that had changed, he could still freely talk to you.

“I think that maybe…”

He pulls you close and kisses the top of your head, and as you wrap your arms around his body, you feel his warm tears mat down the hair on your head.

“I think we should find you someone to talk to,” he whispers.

And you shudder.  Because you know he is right.


You both take to the internet.  It wasn’t often that you both used it, but in this case some of the best professionals in the area advertised themselves this way now.

Flipping thru names and numbers and reading reviews, the two of you finally settle on a number to call.

As Spencer picks up the phone, you put your hand on his and slowly take it from him.

“It’s about high time I took care of myself,” you look at Spencer, a weary expression on your face.

As he slowly hands you the phone, you look at the number to make sure you dial it right.  After a couple of rings, a perky receptionist picks up.

“Corner to Corner, this is Dianna speaking, how may I assist you?”

“Uh…yes.  My name is Y/F/N Y/L/N, and I was looking to book an appointment with,” you glance at the screen to make sure you have the right name, “Miss Emma Winehart.”

“Oh yes, let me check her schedule.”

As you hear clicking in the background, you watch Spencer as he shuffles upstairs into his bedroom.  You assume that he is going to bed.  After all, the darkness around his eyes gets much darker when he is tired, and the darkness was all but swallowing them.

“Yes, I have a consultation appointment for tomorrow at 1:30.  Now, if you want to do the consultation and your first appointment in the same day, you will need a 2 hour appointment, which won’t be scheduled until next week.”

Weighing your options, you decide that some much needed time away from here would be very useful, so you speak up.

“The 2 hour appointment next week would be just fine.”

“Alright,” you hear the receptionist draw out.  “Let me get some insurance numbers and basic information from you, ok?”

And as she starts to rattles off questions and request information, you begin to have a sense of relaxation, letting you know that, above all of your fears throughout this entire process, that this is the right decision.

Whether you enjoy it or not.


Setting the phone down, you look around for Spencer.  You write your appointment date and time on a piece of paper and stick it on the fridge, and slowly meander up the stairs towards Spencer’s room.  Finding the door shut, you press your ear up against it.

Hearing nothing, you slowly reach out and turn the knob, as softly as you can, in hopes that if he is asleep, that you do not wake him.

When the door loosens up with a thud, you swing it open, only to reveal darkness.  Feeling that all too familiar hitch in your throat, you stick your hand in to switch on the light.  And there is Spencer, body flopped down onto the bed, over the covers, still in his clothes, lightly snoring his way into a peaceful sleep.

Chuckling low to yourself, you walk over and start to take his shoes off.  You remove his socks, mismatched as they were, and you lay them over his shoes in the corner.  You slowly flip him over, his body never moving, and undo his vest.  Slipping it off of his frame, you pick up his torso so that you can slip his slightly baggy button-up shirt over his head.  Furrowing your brow, you look towards his khakis.

Weighing your options, you decide that they are going to be too restrictive.  After all, he did wear his pants a bit tight anyway, so you unbuckle the belt and undo the zipper.

But before you could completely slide his pants off, he shifts and opens one eye.

“Well, hello there, little miss feisty.”

Feeling your cheeks burn, you whip your head up.  “No no!  I was just…trying to make you more comfortable and make sure your clothes didn’t wrinkle.  I know you have to be exhausted from taking care of me and doing asinine things like tucking me in and feeding me and cooking for me and you need your rest, and it’s going to be alright now bc I have an appointment to help with my nightmares and you don’t have to take care of me like a child anymore and-”

Spencer holds his hand up to stop your rambling.  “Nightmares?”

As your jaw drops to the floor, you take your hands off of his pants, half dangling off of his body, and dash for the door.  But you have always underestimated your Spencer, and before you can get to the door, he grabs your wrist and slams the door shut.

“Don’t shut me out.  After all that has happened…after all we have been thru.  Don’t do this now.”

Feeling your body start to shake, you look down at your feet, shuffling from foot to foot.

“How long have they been happening?” Spencer asks.

“Um…” you try to delay your answer, knowing that it’s going to kill him to know.

But Spencer knows you too well, and as his voice starts to shake, he bends down to catch your gaze.  “This whole time, Y/N?”

As you slowly nod your head, he pulls you in close to his practically naked body.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he begs.

“Because you were already doing so much, and you needed all the rest you could muster.  I was alright, I swear.”

Pulling you back, he leans forwards and looks straight into your eyes.  “I would have, and will continue to do, anything that I can, and that I need to, for you.  You are…” he trails off.

And then suddenly, without notice, you crash your lips into his.  No warning, no preparation, no signal.  Just desperate need.

You feel Spencer slip am arm around your waist, tugging you off of your feet, while the other makes it way to the back of your neck, supporting it thru the ferocity he adds to your lips.  Feeling your bodies meld together, you wrap your legs around his waist as you feel him turn you towards the bed.

Slowly lowering you down onto the bed, Spencer breaks hold and looks you in your eyes.

“You are my Y/N,” he says, tracing the outline of your jaw with his finger, “…and I love you.”

Your body finally gives way.  It gives way to all the fears, and feelings, and pent-up emotions it has been harboring for weeks, and as you lean up again, pressing your lips against Spencer’s, you use your feet to slide his boxers down to the floor.

With Spencer’s breath growing ragged, he slips his hand under your shirt, fiddling with the button of your pants.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Oh, Spencer,” you sigh, realizing that, even in this heated moment of passion, your well-being is still important.

And as you grab his face and slowly bring it closer to yours, you kiss the top of his forehead and smile.

“Make me yours,” you whisper.