Her Running Away From Them but Them Finding Her: BTS
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After having enough of the troubles that came together with his bothersome occupation, you had tried to run away, packing all of your things in the middle of the night while he was on one of his raids. You sincerely hoped that with this, he won’t ever find you, even leaving him a small note to say how sorry you felt and that he shouldn’t try and look for you anymore. Unfortunately, you were wrong in your calculations and didn’t even have enough time to get to the airport before a black sedan drove to your side and forced you down into one of the leather seats, where SeokJin already waited for you.
“Love, I seriously hope that you didn’t believe in any chance of escaping.”
When he confessed you of his occupation, you knew from then on that your relationship won’t last for much longer, since you were never a person that liked danger and adrenaline, settling for the more quiet prospects of life. And true to your word, you decided to leave the man with no calls or mesagges, simply disappearing after your trip to a shopping mall.
A day passed, then another, and there was no sign of YoonGi even realizing that you were gone. You nearly danced in glee, thinking that you got off easy from the dangerous man. Only that you didn’t; which you realized after a phone call.
“I’m giving you another week of free time, and on a Sunday, I expect your ass to be back home. Understood?”
After the break-up with your infamous boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, you had decided to start your life anew, though it wasn’t much of a likeable decision, but more like a must. HoSeok was against you two breaking up, so the reality of situation was that you ran away from him, and were now hiding, travelling the country after working in diners for a month or two, collecting enough money to move towns. It was not the best decision, but it was better than staying with somebody who did murder for his career. Of course, what you didn’t know was the fact that through his gory work HoSeok had loads of powerful connections, tracking you down easily.
Getting to your new job, one early morning, you were struck speechless as the man you were trying to avoid so dearly was sitting there, just there, eating his breakfast, completely concentrated on his food and not even seeing you. Or so you thought, so you tried to run away again, only to be stopped by his voice.
“Where do you think you’re going, this time?”
This man, even before you knew he was a gang leader, was giving you the shivers with his harsh glare. After you found out what was his occupation, however, everything clicked in your head and you instantly swung your tail under, leaving him be with all your stuff still at his place.
You decided to stay at a friend’s place for a couple of days, before renting a cheap place for yourself. Yeah, didn’t think so. NamJoon found you quickly, knocking on your friend’s door so harshly that it nearly flew off of its hinges, leaving you scared speechless, pale from shock and nearly hyperventilating.
As your friend let him in, you had trouble carrying his strong gaze. “You’re like an undisciplined dog. Running away from your owner just like that. I’m taking you home and putting a collar on that pretty neck of yours; try running away again, and we’ll see what happens.”
You knew that JiMin will find you quickly, it was like hide and seek for him; just a game, but you were still going to try; what if you succeeded? However, your positivity soon came to a halt as you noticed your cards being blocked, police occasionally knocking on your door, as they were reported of were noises and smells coming from your place. Your life, albeit slowly, was becoming a living nightmare.
The final drop were the photos of your friends sent to your post, though they were from far away distance. It terrified you, just the thought of any of them getting harmed and you being at fault was sending your stomach on to a task of a billion somersaults.
You had to come back, and you had to do it quick, or else who knows what might happen to the people you cherished.
“That didn’t take too long, now, Baby… I was expecting a better chase from you…”
TaeHyung had always been a clingy man, add to that formula the fact that he was also in a gang and you’ll get a completely undesirable man. Those were the reasons why you left him; he didn’t you give any room to breathe and he scared you to the bone.
Occasionally, you still felt him everywhere you went. While sleeping, you felt his hands snake around your form, whispering in your ear incognitive sentences. You could hardly sleep, leaving you exhausted and beyond repair.
Your friends, being the good buds that they were, invited you to an art museum, to help you to relax while spending time in your favourite environment. Oh, how thankful you were for that. Only when you were finally there did you realize what a bad decision to come it was.
The familiar hands snaked around your body, pressing you against his lean build. “Long time no see, Love.” he had whispered into your ear. You knew then, that there will be no chance of escape ever again.
After you left his house, JeongGuk came out with a brilliant plan hot to slowly drive you insane, setting it into motion as soon as he got the word of you finally finding a permanent place to live in.
He appeared before your eyes from day to day, waving at you, or smiling cutely, not doing anything above that. He knew what that did to you; you were slowly becoming sick with the idea of being stalked- by him. That was fun, to watch you squirm everyday just from seeing him. He knew it won’t take much longer before you’d come back to him in hysterics, begging him to stop, but just when you’d step through his threshold, you’d never step out again.
was about two seconds away from using the apple pie on the counter as a pillow.
After his second 8 hour shift in a row, working in an “open 24 hours!”
restaurant at, he checked his watch, 1:34 in the morning, a pie pillow didn’t
seem like the worst thing ever. He still had about an hour and a half left on
his shift, and his manager had ducked out nearly an ago on a “smoke break”. No
one would probably even notice if he was asleep. Sure, Chuck was over in the
corner booth, but the twitchy writer came in every night and Castiel knew he
took a good hour on one cup of coffee. He had just served him half an hour ago,
and by the looks of the mug Chuck had already topped it off with the small
bottle he kept in his jacket. It wouldn’t even be that bad, he thought
dreamily. It has a nice, soft crust and a sweet filling…
After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.
Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?
In the seventeen years you had been alive, there was only time where you felt at peace. One time you felt truly, truly happy. That moment was fourteen months ago. In your bed. Lying next to Kevin.
Kevin brushed a lock of hair behind your ear and you snuggled into the warmth of the bed, looking up at him. The two of you just stared at each other, as if you were trying to memorize every detail of the other.
“Do you really have to go?” you nearly whispered, breaking the silence.
Kevin smiled sadly.
“What do you think?” he asked back.
You snorted softly, cupping Kevin’s cheek with your palm.
“I just… I love you, Kevin.” you said.
Kevin smiled softly.
“I love you too, Y/N.” he said.
You smiled and they both leaned in to meet each other with a passionate kiss. You pulled away and felt your eyelids start to droop. Kevin chuckled.
“Trying to stay up? After…” he trailed off, smirking at you.
You chuckled, blushing slightly as you remembered what the two of you finally did fifteen minutes ago.
“I don’t want to miss a single moment with you.” you answered truthfully.
Kevin placed another soft kiss on your lips again.
“Come here,” he said, holding the covers up slightly.
You moved closer to him and turned around, your back pressed against your boyfriend’s bare chest.
“I’ll always be here, okay? Even when you can’t see me,” he said.
You felt tears in your eyes but blinked them away. Tears could come later. You felt him wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He kissed your shoulder lightly.
“Close your eyes. I’ll be here when you wake.” he whispered and you nodded, quickly drifting off, Kevin’s warm arms around you.
The cold bed was what woke you eight hours later.
“What are you thinking about?” Jughead asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.
The school day had ended and the two of you were now walking to Pop’s. Jughead had offered to buy you a milkshake and you couldn’t refuse. A Winchester and free food? Come on.
“You seemed pretty deep in thought there for a minute.” the raven-haired teen said.
“Oh,” you said, letting out a forced chuckle. “Just some stuff on my mind, that’s all.”
That wasn’t exactly a lie.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Jughead asked.
You shook your head.
“Not particularly.” you said.
Jughead nodded and dropped the subject, the two of you entering a surprisingly comfortable silence as you finished the walk to Pop’s. You walked into the diner and took your seat at one of the booths as Jughead placed your order. He soon joined you and the two of you got into a heavy debate about 70s and 80s bands.
“Nuh uh!” you cut in. “Zeppelin wins every time! Don’t you remember “Stairway to Heaven?” Talk about iconic songs.”
“How about Black Sabbath’s “Iron Man,” huh? Or even—”
“Jughead!” a voice called from behind you.
You turned around to see the very nicely dressed black-haired teen from earlier at lunch making her way over to the two of you, the jock and the blonde girl following her.
Jughead gave you an apologetic expression before looking back up at the “fancy” teen.
“Veronica.” he acknowledged.
The girl, Veronica apparently, looked at you and smiled widely.
“Hey!” she greeted. “Got room for three more of us?”
Jughead turned his gaze back to you, ready for you to instantly say “no.”
But you didn’t.
You looked back to Veronica with a genuine smile on your face.
“Sure, why not?” you asked as you scooted over.
Veronica beamed as she took a seat next to you, Jughead looking at you with surprise. He had expected you to boot her out of there. The other two teens that were with Veronica squished in next to Jughead, forcing him to the corner of the booth.
“Veronica Lodge.” Veronica said, holding her hand out for you.
“Y/N Winchester.” you said as you took it, shaking it.
You turned to the jock who called himself “Archie Andrews” and the blonde who called herself “Betty Cooper.”
“Nice to meet you guys.” you said.
“Nice to meet you.”
Veronica looked back and forth between you and Jughead.
“So…” she began. “What were you guys talking about?”
And the game was afoot! Well… the debate was. Although this time, Jughead was outnumbered. Betty and Veronica had taken your side in the musical argument while Archie had taken Jughead’s. After listing countless songs and albums, you looked outside only to see it was dark. Your eyes widened as you realized you had been at the diner for hours.
“Oh, son of a bitch,” you cursed. “I need to get home. My brothers are—”
The front door swinging open abruptly interrupted you, making you quickly turn around. You sighed in relief once you realized it wasn’t Sam or Dean, but rather Castiel. Castiel quickly scanned the diner before his eyes met yours and he began to walk over to you.
“Damn.” you muttered as you faced forward again.
“What?” Veronica asked. “What’s—”
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Castiel asked you as he reached the booth, unintentionally making the other teens jump.
You sighed as you pushed your hair back.
“No,” you answered truthfully. “I don’t. I was talking with my friends. Just got carried away.”
The Core Four (except Veronica who was positively radiating) smiled softly at you calling them your “friends.” Castiel sighed.
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” he said to the other teens, his annoyed tone changing to apologetic. “But Y/N’s brothers want her home.”
“Yeah, of course.” Veronica said as she slid out of the booth so you could get out.
You waved goodbye to everyone, but your gaze lingered on Jughead just a moment longer.
“See you guys at school,” you said. “And Jug? Thanks for the milkshake. See you in English?” you asked.
You smiled at his words before you followed Castiel out of the diner, the two of you walking in silence. After a few minutes, the angel spoke.
“I-I truly am sorry for disrupting time with your new friends, Y/N.” he apologized.
You gave a small smile to the angel.
“It’s okay,” you said. “I understand.”
“It’s Sam and Dean. They were just afraid that you…” he trailed off.
You finished his thought in your head anyway.
They were afraid that you ran away again.
“I get it,” you said before stopping. “And Castiel?”
The angel stopped as well, turning towards you.
“I-I never thanked you for what you did for me. For sticking by my side for the last year. For being there. Just… thank you.”
Castiel’s expression softened.
“It’s… no problem.” he managed to say.
You nodded and the two of you continued the walk back to the motel in comfortable silence.
“Castiel,” you called as you looked up, your voice shaky.
You swallowed the lump in your throat as you tried to keep your trembling hands steady. You sat on the side of your bed, unable to stand, your leg involuntarily bouncing up and down.
“I need you to help me.”
A beat of silence. Then you heard the sound of wings rustling.
“What is it?” the familiar gravelly voice asked, appearing in front of you.
You quickly got up, opening your mouth only to have no sound come out.
“Y/N, you look pale. Are you alright?” the angel asked.
You shook your head.
“Cas, I need you to do something for me,” you began. “But you need to swear not to tell Sam or Dean. No matter what the outcome.”
“Y/N, of course, what—”
“No, I need to hear you say it. That you promise not to tell them, Castiel. Please. They can’t know.” you begged.
Castiel nodded, looking at you with concern.
“I promise,” he said. “What can I do?”
You took a deep breath, looking down.
“Okay. I… Um…” you began. “I-I need you to get me a pregnancy test.”
A/N: Y’ALL KNOW HOW I LOVE MY KIDFICS. ;) Hope you enjoyed! Send me feedback!
It was the graveyard shift at the diner, and the only people that came in at this time were the tweakers and those just getting off of their own shifts. It was almost two in the morning when Tom walked in.
He couldn’t help but notice the tired sparkle in her eyes when she took his order. She swayed her hips a little when she got the coffee he asked for, the small white apron tied tight around her waist, the short blue and white dress left almost nothing to Tom’s imagination. If it were up to her, Y/N would have dressed in more modest clothing, at least a dress that reached the middle of her thigh, and none of these stockings, because she found herself having to continuously pull them up throughout her shift.
A/N: This is based off the latest/season finale episode. Don’t read if you haven’t watched as it contains spoilers!!!
Warnings: Swears? A lil bitta smut ;) My usual warnings I guess
Word count: 4346 (my longest by far!!!)
As you walked towards the your two raven haired friends, Jughead and Veronica, you started to think about how Juggie’s life was turning upside down, he had to move back t the Southside, live with a foster family, and go to Southside high, the gang was worried about him having to attend Southside High, but you were from the southside, so you knew you could take care of your best friend no matter what, plus you already planned to sneak into Southside high every couple of days to check on him.
Your thoughts stopped when you reached the table, “Can I sit?” you asked Jughead and Veronica, “Y/N, of course, take a seat with the outcasts” V smiled as she gestured to the seat next to her.
Request: hello friend!!! Could you please do a sister!reader fic where Sams in college and reader is about 15-16 and its it first day of highschool. Shes like really nervous and dean conforts her and stuff. She find a quick salt and burn with the guy she sits next to? Idk i thought of a whole story but i think you could write it better, thanks soooooo much!!! @rosiesstanderds
A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I have been dying at college. I hope you enjoy this!! And again, I am sorry I have been dead to the world for like months.
Characters: Dean x Sister!Reader, John Winchester, OC, Sam (mentioned)
Warnings: swearing, angst, violence, mention of blood/gore, sadness, let me know if i missed anything!
Another stupid day. Another moment where you wake up and forget for a second that Sam is gone, that he left you and Dean, and won’t even answer your texts or phone calls. Another stupid hunt. Another week or two of wondering if Dad is okay, if he is alive. Another stupid school. Another month of hearing Dean complain that Dad left him behind on this hunt to watch poor little old you.
“Yeah! That’s such a cute nickname! What do you call him, Betty? “Juggie?”” she asked.
Jughead and Betty, who were sitting across from you and Veronica, looked down and Veronica’s eyes widened as she realized she was correct. She squealed again and you frowned, sinking lower in your chair in the booth. You know Veronica meant no harm. She was happy for her best friend. Betty and Jughead had just announced they were dating and you couldn’t stand it. Probably due to the fact you were madly in love with Jughead. He was your best friend. You were happy for Betty, truly you were, but you couldn’t help but feel insanely jealous. What did she have that you didn’t? Oh right. Jughead. There was also the problem of Jughead blowing off plans with you to hang with Betty, claiming he had forgotten about pre-made plans with her. Whether he meant to blow you off or not didn’t matter. The fact that he did was the cause of your pain. Not wanting to ruin your Saturday evening (or the new couple’s) you got up, pulling your jacket on.
“Y/N? Where are you going?” Jughead asked, sitting up ever so slightly.
“Home. I’m not feeling so hot.” You said. It wasn’t a total lie. Seeing Jughead and Betty getting all cuddly made you sick to your stomach.
“You sure? Will we see you at the game later?” Betty asked.
You smiled softly at her. You knew it wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t Jughead’s fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Hell, there was no fault. This was just how life worked sometimes.
“Probably not,” you told her. “I’ll see you guys Monday, okay?”
Jughead was about to respond but you left quickly, not wanting to stay another minute. Hopefully Monday would be better.
You were wrong. Monday came in and smacked you in the face with Jughead and Betty being all lovey-dovey. You couldn’t escape it. It seemed that everywhere you looked they were there. Whether it be little kisses, holding hands, or gazing into each other eyes, it didn’t matter. All of them hurt your heart just the same. Hanging out at the Blue & Gold office didn’t help either. Jughead giving Betty hugs from behind as she giggled, whispering something into his ear. You clenched your teeth at the sight of them before abruptly announcing you were going to Pop’s.
“We’ll join you!” Betty said, packing up her things.
Oh, for the love of—
“If it’s okay with you.” she clarified, noticing your expression.
You felt bad so you plastered on a fake smile.
“Sure, why not? I could use some company.” You said.
Betty smiled as she took Jughead’s hand, the two whispering loving remarks to each other as they walked behind you. Your fake smile faded. You were about to scream. Then you remembered your and Jughead’s plans for tomorrow and perked up. Jughead had texted you on Sunday apologizing for his behavior recently and promised to hang out with you the following Saturday. Watching classic movies and critiquing them. Like old times. You readily accepted.
By the time the three of you had gotten to Pop’s, you were happier, chatting with the two of about the Blue & Gold and its upcoming stories, and even about the couple’s recent dates. You felt like nothing could ruin your mood.
“And then this Saturday, we’re going into the city to watch a concert! I was able to convince my mother to let me go with Jughead, and I can’t wait. It’s our favorite band!” Betty said.
“Saturday? As in next Saturday?” you asked slowly.
“Yeah.” Jughead said.
“Jug, you said we were going to hang out Saturday. Remember? You promised.” you said.
Jughead froze as he suddenly remembered.
“Oh, son of a— I’m sorry, Y/N. Listen, I’ll make it up to you, okay?” he asked, eyes sincere.
But you didn’t care. You scoffed and you began to feel the hot sting of tears.
“That’s what you said last time. And the time before that. And before that,” you said, arms crossed.
Betty and Jughead were silent. That was it. You were done.
“I can’t do this anymore.” You said as you got up and began to make your way to the exit.
Jughead reached out but you moved your arm away from him as if you had been burned.
“I’m sick of being the other girl! Okay?! I’m done!” you exclaimed before running out of the diner.
The two of them didn’t follow you. You shuddered in the cold air, a couple tears trickling down your cheeks as you began to make your way home. You were fine. You didn’t need them. And you especially didn’t need Jughead.
A/N: I’m exhausted; that’s all I’m going to say. xD
prompt: future married sanvers run into maggie's parents while walking down the street
know you want to live close to work, but there’s no way you’re
going to find a house with a yard in that neighborhood,” Maggie
swung hers and Alex’s intertwined hands together.
took a sip of her coffee and passed it to Maggie who took a sip as
well. “I know, but…I just want something with some green space
could find an apartment across the street from a park.” Maggie
offered. She finished off the coffee and tossed the empty cup into a
nearby trash bin. “And there is always that open unit in Kara’s
building. It’s two bedrooms so we can have that home office we’ll
you sure you want to live in Kara’s building?” Alex opened the
door of the small diner, holding it for Maggie.
let go of her hand and walked in past her. “I’m sure. She’s
over all the time anyway and she’s my sister-in-law now.” Maggie
dropped a kiss on Alex’s cheek as she walked past. “Plus, I need
a charades partner now that you have taken Winn as yours.”
good at a lot of things, babe,” Alex smiled, walking in after
Maggie. “Charades is not one of them.”
party of two,” the hostess spoke before they could even get to her.
you called ahead,” Alex put her hand on Maggie’s back. “You
used her maiden name, but you still called ahead.”
didn’t call ahead,” Maggie looked to the metal chairs sitting
against the window that served as the waiting area. Even as she did,
her heart pounded in her ears. Getting up from the chairs were the
two last people she every wanted to see, especially on her honeymoon.
Here, have the first part of a James Bond/Tony Stark xover. Because I want an xover of those two and because today is my birthday, so I get what I want even if I have to write it myself.
Summary: Double-O Agent James Bond meets Tony Stark. It goes exactly as well as Fury feared it would go.
Or Five Times Tony accidentally gets involved in a secret mission, and the one time he does it entirely on purpose.
Part I Bond
Tony wasn’t pouting. He was not.
“Quit your pouting and move your fucking ass!” The guy behind him snarled (very impolitely), and pressed the gun harder into Tony’s back.
While uncomfortable, the loudly implied threat did not keep Tony from dragging his feet. For one Guy-With-Terrible-Breath hadn’t immediately shot him, which implied he had an interest in keeping Tony alive. For the time being at least. For another Tony was too busy mentally ranting to pay the guy much attention.
Because seriously, this entire situation was ridiculous. He was on vacation, for fuck’s sake. That in itself was rare enough an occurrence—no matter how often Obadiah insisted that he was young still, only twenty-three, and should be out, enjoying himself, Tony had never been very good at staying out of his own business.
It had taken Obadiah five months to convince Tony that Stark Industries wasn’t going to fall apart if he took a break on some tiny island near Spain. Too much like his father, Obadiah had grumbled, which had of course been the deciding factor in Tony agreeing to take his long put-off mandatory leave.
(He doesn’t mind vacations, just to clarify. He enjoys the partying and drinks just fine, thank you very much. It’s the lying in the sand all day sleeping and chilling that gets to him. Tony isn’t very good at turning his mind off and living in the moment. He needs puzzles to solve, patterns to predict, explosives to make boom. He needs to calculate and built, needs to keep his mind buzzing, and vacations—complete with being banned from disappearing into the workshop or talking business with his favourite engineers—don’t offer that.)
The second reason why Tony was in such a foul mood was that he had been responsible. He’d carefully chosen his destination, run some pretty background checks on his hotel, other residents, the usual. He’d complied with all of Obadiah’s pointless, overboard security precautions. Just once in his life Tony had taken things serious—like everyone seemed to insist he should—and he had gotten kidnapped for his troubles.
That settled it then. He was never going to listen to Obadiah ever again.
Summary: After you had finished
studying in the school library, you find Peter crying on the steps in front of
A/N: I don’t know if you’ll even like
this shit but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.
shrill bell rang throughout Midtown High, signaling the end of the school-day.
You packed your bag, shoving your textbooks and papers inside. Stepping out
into the hall, you started on your new route to the school library, dodging and
weaving through the throng of people. Normally, you’d go straight home. But,
since you have a huge Chemistry test the next day, you thought it’d be in your
best interest to study as much as you could. On the way there, you kept your
head down, eyes on the floor, not wanting to attract the attention of any of
the bullies that might be lurking nearby. God knows you didn’t need that right