drag me under

We all know and love the scene in which we’re introduced to Héctor, don’t we?

“Fine, okay. Fine. Who cares?”

“Dumb flower bridge!”

“Oh. I don’t know what I’d do if-”

Hold on a sec… something’s not right here.

Héctor… my man… you alright?

Oh Lord, he’s turned into a limp noodle! He’s just hangin’ there while they drag him off!

Somebody help him!

Me: Okay, I know Jason probably ain’t going to show up in yj s3. I know this. The writers already have such a full roster of heroes they need to explore, and Jason’s a pretty dark character anyway, so he’s probably not going to be there. I know this, and it’s fine, so-

Dark me: *whispers* But what if-

Me: *opening new document* NOOO-!

(It’s literally just jaytim though and I don’t really care)

Tim wasn’t sure if his brain was short-circuiting from the lack of sleep, or if he’d somehow been injected with a hallucinogen during the bust that night.

Either way, he was gripping his bo staff much too hard and not gripping a single coherent thought at the same time.

“You know, the pictures and video feeds don’t really do you justice,” The man observed, gazing at him from where he was leaning against the memorial, arms folded over the red insignia on his chest. “Damn, okay. That sounded too much like a pun.”

A laugh was startled from Tim’s mouth before he clapped a gloved hand over it, nearly biting his tongue for betraying him.

“Anyway, I figured someone would catch me here eventually,” Jason continued.

Secretly, Tim thought that the statement was a little misleading; Jason could’ve been in and out countless times without the team noticing. If Tim was finding him here, then he wanted to be caught.

“I guess I kind of missed it, you know?” He glanced back up at the memorial, a contemplative look on his unmasked face. “Good times.”

“What are you…” Tim managed to find his voice, after getting over the shock of seeing Jason up close for the first time since he’d come back. “What are you doing here?”

The smile that the question prompted was amused, and a little judgemental. “I just told you, didn’t I?”

“Right,” Tim tried to recover, and collapsed his bo staff before taking a tentative step forward. He was sure that this was dangerous, and probably against about fifty bat-rules as well as confidentiality protocol, but he removed his mask and wrung it lightly between his fingers. “You really shouldn’t… uh, Bruce would probably have a fit if he saw you in here.”

“Yeah?” Jason seemed to find that funny. “Maybe I’ll stick around this time to see it.”

“I wouldn’t recommend that course of action,” Tim responded, fingers still playing with the domino, to give himself something to do.

“Jesus, it’s like you’re a robot,” Jason pushed off the memorial and started toward him with a scrutinizing look on his face. “Who taught you to act like a stiff, anyway?”

“I learned from the best,” Tim answered, before his brain could catch up with his mouth. He clapped another hand over his forehead and waited for the floor to swallow him up.

Surprisingly, the quip seemed to delight Jason, who uncrossed his arms as he approached. “There you go, loosen up. I don’t bite.”

“Often,” Tim mumbled in correction, remembering some footage he’d watched himself. He wasn’t sure his face could get any redder after that.

Jason only hummed noncommittally in response while he slowly circled the teen. It would have been frightening -should have been, frightening- but a (not so) comforting thought occurred to him; that if Jason had really wanted to do him damage, he’d have already done it by then.

“Nice suit,” He finally said, coming around on his other side. Tim was nearly surprised that the words weren’t bitter or dark- just absent and almost teasing, as if they were sharing some sort of inside joke. “I’m guessing the stripes were Dick’s idea, huh?”

“No, actually,” Tim kept eyes on him when he returned to stand in front of him. “They weren’t.”

“Hm,” Jason crossed his arms again and leaned closer, as if he was trying to discern the color of Tim’s eyes. “Interesting.”

Being analyzed like a museum piece wasn’t a new feeling to Tim, but being analyzed like a museum piece by Jason Todd definitely was, and he was positive that he’d picked the worst possible time to remember the childhood crush he’d had on the second Robin. It made everything that much weirder.

“You know what else is interesting?” Jason asked, cocking his head to the side. “The fact that all your buddies are upstairs winding down after debrief, and you decided to ditch them to stare at a dead guy.”

“You seem pretty lively to me,” Tim muttered, rubbing the back of his neck where his hair curled over it, much longer than the buzzcut he’d had when he first joined the team.

“Sweet, but I was talking about the guy in bird colors over there,” He jerked a thumb toward his memorial. “Everyone knows I’m back now. So why keep it up?”

Then it was Tim’s turn to laugh, maybe a little sadly. “You’re joking, right?”

The frown that turned Jason’s mouth down told him that no, he wasn’t joking.

“They still miss you,” Tim explained. “Artemis, M’gann, Wally and the others. They keep the memorial there to honor you, even if you’re not dead, now. It reminds us all of what we signed up for.”

“That’s a little… disturbing, don’t you think?” Jason returned.

“It’s the thought that counts?” Tim suggested, lifting a hand, palm up as if to say I don’t know, man.

Jason blinked, still frowning. “Yeah, okay.” He regarded Tim for another minute.

“So, you really just swung by to reminisce?” Tim asked, finding it a little hard to believe even after he’d confirmed it before.

“Ugh, don’t say it like that,” Jason scrunched his nose and turned to start walking toward the back door. “Makes me sound old. But no, you’re right- that’s not really why I came here.”

He glanced over his shoulder when Tim hesitantly followed, a curious look crossing his expression. “I was gonna start shit, mess with some of the new kids like you, but,” Tim paused when Jason stopped, with one hand on the door handle. “I think I changed my mind.”

“Why’s that?” Tim chanced another question.

He shrugged and flashed him a sudden smile before disappearing outside.

anonymous asked:

Have you noticed in the show the few times magnus actively touches alec he always touches his chest? He loves that bounce bounce bounce.

yes, yes i definitely noticed

magnus bane is acutely aware of the bounciness of his chest and has been wanting to get his hands on it for a while


  1. ❛ The holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mould yourself through the gaps. ❜
  2. ❛ I have never understood how people can blithely disregard the damage they do by following their hearts. ❜
  3. ❛ There’s something comforting about the sight of strangers safe at home. ❜
  4. ❛ I have lost control over everything, even the places in my head. ❜
  5. ❛ It’s possible to miss what you’ve never had, to even mourn for it. ❜
  6. ❛ There’s nothing so painful, so corrosive, as suspicion. ❜
  7. ❛ When did you become so weak? ❜
  8. ❛ I don’t know where that strength went, I don’t remember losing it. I think that over time it got chipped away, bit by bit, by life, by the living of it. ❜
  9. ❛ Let’s be honest: women are still only really valued for two things—their looks and their role as mothers. ❜
  10. ❛ Sadness gets boring after a while, for the sad person and for everyone around them. ❜
  11. ❛ I’m playing at real life instead of actually living it. ❜
  12. ❛ I’ve just got to let myself feel the pain, because if I don’t, if I keep numbing it, it’ll never really go away. ❜
  13. ❛ I am not the girl I used to be. I am no longer desirable, I’m off-putting in some way. It’s as if people can see the damage written all over me, can see it in my face, the way I hold myself, the way I move. ❜
  14. ❛ Who was it that said following your heart is a good thing? It is pure egotism, a selfishness to conquer all. ❜
  15. ❛ It’s impossible to resist the kindness of strangers. ❜
  16. ❛ Sometimes I catch myself trying to remember the last time I had meaningful physical contact with another person, just a hug or a heartfelt squeeze of my hand, and my heart twitches. ❜
  17. ❛ I have to find a way of making myself happy, I have to stop looking for happiness elsewhere. ❜
  18. ❛ How did I find myself here? I wonder where it started, my decline; I wonder at what point I could have halted it. Where did I take the wrong turn? ❜
  19. ❛ Now look – Now look what you made me do. ❜
  20. ❛ It’s okay, whatever you did, whatever you’ve done: you suffered, you hurt, you deserve forgiveness. ❜
  21. ❛ They’re what I lost, they’re everything I want to be. ❜
  22. ❛ You broke me and I broke us. ❜
  23. ❛ I’ve been the fool. If he does it with you, he’ll do it to you. ❜
  24. ❛ I’d never realised, not until now, how shameful it is to be pitied. ❜
  25. ❛ Sometimes, I don’t want to go anywhere, I think I’ll be happy if I never have to set foot outside the house again. ❜
  26. ❛ I don’t believe in soul mates, but there’s an understanding between us that I just haven’t felt before, or at least, not for a long time. ❜
  27. ❛ There can be no greater agony, nothing can be more painful than the not knowing, which will never end. ❜
  28. ❛ Being the other woman is a huge turn-on, there’s no point in denying it: you’re the one he can’t help but betray his wife for, even though he loves her. That’s just how irresistible you are. ❜
  29. ❛ I feel a rush of gratitude so strong, it feels almost like love. ❜
  30. ❛ You don’t know how determined I can be. Once I’ve made my mind up, I’m a force to be reckoned with. ❜
  31. ❛ The more I want to be oblivious, the less I can be. Life and light will not let me be. ❜
  32. ❛ You don’t have to be afraid of being alone. It’s not the worst thing, is it? ❜
  33. ❛ I have felt this way before. On a larger scale, to a more intense degree, of course, but I remember the quality of the pain. You don’t forget it. ❜
  34. ❛ If he thinks I’m going to sit around crying, he’s got another thing coming. ❜
  35. ❛ I don’t like to lose. It’s not like me. None of this is like me. I don’t get rejected. I’m the one who walks away. ❜
  36. ❛ I don’t remember anger, raging fury. I remember fear. ❜
  37. ❛ I can’t sleep. I haven’t slept in days. I hate it, hate insomnia more than anything, just lying there, brain going round, tick, tick, tick, tick. ❜
  38. ❛ Maybe the courage I need has nothing to do with telling the truth and everything to do with walking away. ❜
  39. ❛ I’m not beautiful, and I can’t have kids, so what does that make me? Worthless. ❜
  40. ❛ Failure cloaked me like a mantle, it overwhelmed me, dragged me under and I gave up hope. ❜
  41. ❛ It’s an odd thing to say, but I think this all the time; I don’t feel bad enough. ❜
  42. ❛ Some battles aren’t worth fighting. ❜
  43. ❛ I never felt guilty. I pretended I did. I had to. ❜
  44. ❛ I never meant for any of this to happen, we fell in love, what could we do? ❜
  45. ❛ What bothers me most is that I haven’t got to the end of my story, and I can’t start over with someone else, it’s too hard. ❜

I can still see you slinking away from the docks
in water so dark I thought it had swallowed 
a galaxy worth of stars and was still taking,
a blackhole of an ocean that you dove 
headfirst back into without a blink of the eye,
without a blink of your second eyelids either

no one believes me when I tell them that I met 
a mermaid that winter, when the beach was empty 
and I had made the 3 hour drive
down from the city to the coast by myself,
still all impulse even after all the ache

my feet were swinging off the dock
toes numb in water that could shock a heart 
and when your webbed hand came out 
without a ripple I begged to something old
for you to take me, drag me under

I am still not sure what it is about the water 
that still claws its way into my mind,
but I assume it would be just as aggressive 
when invading my mouth, my nose, my lungs-
I was ready for a burn that would never start a fire.

and when you opened your lips to sing,
all the stories of sailors rushing at rocks 
in weak wooden ships, throwing themselves 
into the waves came back to me and I know now
why it didn’t work. How would you make me
want to drown when I already felt like I was sinking?

—  mermaids at midnight || O.L.
Gasoline: Chapter 11

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Genre: Gang AU

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My ascent was careless, with no time taken to look around before blindly blundering up the stairs, all too unprepared for what was to come.

The last step seemed made of cement, my feet too stuck with apprehension to set foot into the hallway, much similar to the one on the ground floor. Who knew what violent sight was contained within the grey walls?

Thoughts spun through my mind, unable to connect and form some coherent action, only flashes of  possibilities I could be presented with. A heavy pounding had worked it’s way into my mind, a headache? No, there was no pain, only sound. Blood? Adrenaline?

A weight presented itself at my shoulder, fingertips like claws digging their way into my shoulder.

Without hesitation, I grabbed the hand, shoulder tensing under the contact, and grappled for a moment before my own hand found their smallest finger, ripping it outward harsh enough to hear a crack. Before they could even imagine their next move, I’d leapt out the way, crashing forward to put some kind of distance between us. Rash and unbalanced like a startled animal, I slammed myself into the opposite wall, using it as leverage to turn round and face the assailant.

He stood, left hand clutched in the right, slightly hunched. This was a chance to gain an advantage, shove him down the steps before he had the chance to fight back, draw my gun and try to do some kind of damage, finish it before it had even started.

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Favorite Horror Films (2000 - 2015), in alphabetical order:

  • The Babadook (2014, dir Jennifer Kent)
  • Black Swan (2010, dir. Darren Aronofsky)
  • The Descent (2005, dir. Neil Marshall)
  • Drag Me to Hell (2009, dir. Sam Raimi)
  • A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night (2014, dir. Ana Lily Amirpour)
  • The House of the Devil (2009, dir. Ti West)
  • It Follows (2014, dir. David Robert Mitchell)
  • Let the Right One In (2008, dir. Tomas Alfredson)
  • Mulholland Drive (2001, dir. David Lynch)
  • Under the Skin (2013, dir. Jonathan Glazer)
Dean Prompt Request

This was requested by @doctor-allons-y: 37. “Do not tempt me.” with Dean?

Word Count: 270

Warnings: fluff

(gif is not mine)

Dean pushed your bedroom door open.  It was already noon and you weren’t out of bed yet.  He wouldn’t have cared if he didn’t need you for this hunt.  At least you had your bag packed, Dean could give you that.  However, he needed you to be out of bed too.

“It’s time to get up [Y/N],” Dean yelled, making sure he was loud enough to wake you up.  “Wakey wakey.”

You groaned, putting your pillow over your head.  “If you want me to get out of bed, you’re going to have to drag me out from under these covers yourself.”

“Don’t tempt me sweetheart,” Dean muttered with a grin as approached your bedside.  He yanked the covers off of you, grabbing the pillow from your head.  “Let’s go.  We’ve got a job to do.”

“Did you at least make any breakfast,” you asked, sitting up in bed.  You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you checked the time on your phone.  “Err, lunch?”

“I’ll only make you something if you can get ready in the next ten minutes,” Dean offered.  “Deal?”

“Deal,” you nodded.  “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”  Before Dean could step out of the doorway you stood up.  “Hey Dean!”

The elder Winchester whirled around to look at you.  “Yeah [Y/N]?”

You trotted up to Dean, pressing a kiss to his cheek.  “Thanks for lunch,” you said softly, patting his chest.  You walked back over to your dresser, grabbing clothes from different drawers.

Dean smirked to himself as he walked towards the kitchen.  Maybe bringing you on hunts wouldn’t be bad after all.

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Superheroes (requested)

Synopsis: Jughead is totally head over heels in love with y/n which is why it hurts him so deeply when he finds out the reasons you missed Cherly’s latest party.
Pairings: Jugheadxreader, VeronicaxArchie mentioned.
Warnings: Swearing. Fluff. Mentioned and implied domestic//physical abuse. Bruising.

A/N: I absolutely adore this request. Even if you all hate it I don’t care because I love it. Thank you for the request. Protect yourselves little Superheros.


Jughead POV

Cheryl’s House parties. A conclave of wasters, and me. I had no intention of going, didn’t even wanna talk about it but then Archie used my kryptonite. Y/N Y/L/N.

“Come on Juggy you have to come!” Archie’s whining was getting tiresome.

“No Arch I don’t feel like joining a cult tonight thanks” I retort, vaporizing his character on screen.

“Hey! Uncalled for!” At least this whining had a different subject.

“Fine I won’t make you go….you know who might though?” Grinning ear to ear, pausing the game. Oh he’s evil.

“Don’t.tell.y/n” I looked from the TV at Archie as seriously as I could, he was busy on his phone and i threw myself back into the air mattress exhaling loudly. Y/N was my best friend in the entire world, I’m just sorry I told Archie that I was totally in love with her. A fact himself and the gang would never let go of but Y/N couldn’t catch on to…or she did and was being polite.

Y/N, like me, was adverse to such displays of wealth and status that Cheryl Blossom relished in. However y/n went to all the parties just to drag me along and get under my skin. How could I not love her for that.

“Too late” he grinned. Oh fuck. As if on cue my phone lit up as I threw Archie a dirty look sitting up to retrieve my phone.

*Sms: MassiveGoof: Jug.you’re going. End of. Xx    :P -6.57pm

I threw myself back onto the bed.

“I hate you both” when I loved them both. “Come on let’s get ready” Archie was clearly gloating at the use of my kryptonite against me.


The party had been drumming on around me for hours. I stood waiting for y/n, the entire group knowing exactly what I was doing. I looked at my watch, she should have been here 3hrs ago. I had texted her when she was 5minutes late and then every 15minutes after that. Nothing.

“Archie I’m going to bounce” I had interrupted him attached to Veronica’s neck. He waved me off and threw me the keys. Great.driving.

*Sms:Dork: hey y/n I’m coming over okay? I swear you better be eaten by a shark or something for standing me up :P Just want to make sure you’re okay, be there in 15. -12.43pm.

I made the short drive from Cheryl’s to y/n’, granted it wasn’t smooth by any means. If y/n was here she’d yell at me to stop driving like a boy and drive properly like a woman. I hated to lover her berating.

I pulled up outside the sweet old English style house, picture perfect in every way.

I knocked on the door and was greeted by y/ns mother smiling.

“Hi mrs.y/l/n…sorry I know it’s late I just really need to talk to y/n right now…school project emergency”

“I’m sorry Jughead, y/n is out right now but I’ll let her know” she smiled closing the door before I could protest. She was always a lovely woman to me, sweet as can be but in this moment I felt uncomfortable around her.

Where was y/n? Why wouldn’t she reply to me? Time to brazen.

I peeked in the sitting room window and saw her mom watching her soaps, no y/n. I crept around the back of the house and looked up to where her bedroom is. Huh, the lights on. Things aren’t adding up.

Okay time for athletic Juggy. Oh God y/n would love to see me try and climb this tree. She’d probably try and knock me down, wow I love her. I shakily climbed the tree to her window. I hadn’t done this since I was a kid, her mom caught me once and I wasn’t allowed to see y/n for 2 weeks, worse 2 weeks of my young life.

I looked in the window of her room and almost fell out if the tree in shock.There was y/n, except she wasn’t my y/n.

This y/n was bawled up in the corner of the room, knees tucked tightly to her torso, shaking. This was not my outspoken, outlandish best friend I had come to love and adore, this was a shell of her.

I watched her a little longer and she didn’t move from her corner. I don’t remember the last time I saw her in shorts and a tank top…come to think of it I had never seen her in them. She always wore hoodies and jeans and when it was hot she wore loose shirts and long leggings. It was then I saw why.

My beautiful y/n was coated in bruises. Neck down. I couldn’t stand to see my beautiful doll broken like this. I couldn’t just look at her anymore.

I lightly tipped the glass, so lightly I was afraid she wouldn’t here it and I’d fall out of this stupid tree. I was wrong. She practically jumped out of her skin at the sound. This made me so incredibly sad to see.

She slowly and unsteadily came to the window and unlocked the latch before sitting on the edge of the bed with her head dipped down.

I slid across the tree .and took the big step in. The whole time she kept her eyes on the carpet. I was half glad of this cause I made a right ass of myself trying to get in that stupid window.

I sat down next to her on the bed and took her shaky hand in mine. She leaned on my shoulder.

“Y/n” I whispered and she started crying. My least favorite sight in the world…that and Archie in the morning.

I rubbed the back of her hand gently and just let her cry on my shoulder. My heart was breaking for the girl with the broken heart.

I slipped my hand around her waist to support her practically limp body.

“You don’t need to tell me what happened if you don’t want to” I tried my best not to push her too much but I wanted to help her and needed to know what was going on. I looked down at the marbling decorating her body, my stomach twisted. How could someone do this to my y/n, my beautiful, perfect y/n.

“N…no it’s time you knew” her voice was hoarse as if she had been screaming for hours.

“My mom….she gets mad and just….its my fault I left my mug on the counter and and and” she began but couldn’t finish and soon started sobbing. I cuddled her in close to me.

I want to take her pain from her. I kissed the top of her head tenderly. I want her to feel nothing but love.

“Y/N what your mo..what that woman did to you was never ever your fault okay? Now I know, I’m  going to help you okay sweetie”

Y/N suddenly pulled from me panicked but not letting go of my hand.

“No no Jughead she’ll hurt you for even being here. She’ll hurt me for you even knocking at the door I know she will, she’s waiting for her show to finish in..” she glanced frantically at the clock on the wall “13minutes, please Juggy go” she let go of my hand and stood next to the window,  crossing her bruise checkered arms over her chest.

I stood and gently put my hands on her shoulders,careful not to grip too hard and hurt her peppered body even more. “No” I said with force.

I started moving quickly but quietly around the room grabbing random things and shoving them into the bag as y/n watched me.

“Y/N/N 13minutes isn’t that long and I want to rescue my damsel…my Superhero and unless you want me grabbing all the wrong underwear I suggest you help" she gave me a weak smile with thankful eyes as she busied herself quietly grabbing things.

We finally had everything we thought she might need and I helped her fragile body onto the tree so she could shakily climb across and down the tree with a small bag. I tossed the the gear bag down to her.

Then I noticed something. Complete quietness. Shit. Not good.

I heard ferocious stomping uo The stairs as I lunged off the window onto the tree.

Then I saw her. The beast.

Y/Ns mother had her arms flailing as she wielded a fireplace shovel, crashing in through the door. She frantically tore out the closet looking for y/n. She looked up and met my eyes as I was about to climb down the bulk of the tree, nothing but insanity and anger behind them.

She hurled her body towards the window. Adrenaline pumping I practically dropped out of the tree. I grabbed the gear bag and y/ns hand and we ran. I’ve never run so fast in my life.

I threw the bag in the back of the Pick Up Truck and y/n ran around the side of the car to the passenger seat.

I jumped into the seat of the car and tried to start the car as it hissed. Y/Ns mother came flying out of the house throwing things. Y/N screamed an absolutely blood curdling scream. I had never and want to never again hear the likes of it.

The car finally turned over and I hit the gas harshly as her mother was about to reach the door handle. Yup, i would definitely fail drivers Ed.

I was panting hard and didn’t slow down until I was far from her house.

I have never been so afraid in my entire life, how did y/n survive this long. I looked over at y/n and she was clung to the seat, fear had stolen her ability to move and speak.

I kept one hand on the wheel and the other sweetly wrapped around y/ns hand, never wanting to let go again.

About 20 minutes from y/ns house I pulled over and rang Fred Andrews. I told him everything, I gave y/n the phone at his request and she attempted to tell him what happened but she had to stop half way through because she was crying too much. Mr.Andrews told me to come to theirs and he was ringing the gardí ((police guards etc.that’s a but of Irish now for you haha)). I told him we would be about 40 minutes because we had driven so far out of town to escape the witch and also y/n needed a moment to catch her breath…we both did.

I hung up and went to the back of the pick up where y/n was sitting looking at the stars. She’s still so beautiful even in this state.

I climbed in next to her and she draped some of the blanket over my legs. I wrapped an arm around her and returned my other had to hers. I kissed the top of her head again and she cuddled in next to me.


“I know Juggy, I know…I love you too” her sad eyes were slowly looking more hopeful.

“I will never ever let anyone ever do anything even close to that to you ever again, I Forsythe Pendleton Jones the III swear” I smile at her and she returns it, there’s the y/n I know.

We both leaned in till our lips met. It was the sweetest of kisses, pure and tender.

“Thank you so much for saving me Jughead” she squeezed my hand tightly.

“Thank you for being worth saving. I love you so much” I kissed her again.

“As much as I want to stay like this forever y/n/n, and trust me I do, Mr.andrews is waiting for us, he said you can stay with us, even coaxed him to letting us share the bed if that’s okay, I don’t want you out of my sight ever again” this time she kissed me.

“If you’re driving I won’t even make it to the Andrews’” she laughs. Oh that sound. The sound I want to hear every day for the rest of my life.

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Can’t I just shut off? Turn off everything, the good and the bad?
Anything is better than sitting here feeling this bad.
Maybe if I try hard enough I can convince myself that my feelings are gone.
Because right now, I would much rather feel nothing at all.
But it’s not as easy to do as it is to say. So maybe, I can pretend and push it all away.
I need to turn it off, and I need to do it soon.
Because something tells me I can’t survive this typhoon.
My mind is dragging me under the waves and I’m reaching for the surface but my body’s grown weak.
You see i’m no longer going to struggle to find safe ground… why would I when I can let myself drown?
Poor Little Rich Girl-Part 18 (The End)

Your father Lucifer is the Alpha of your pack and he rules your town with an iron fist.  He is forcing you to marry the son and heir of a rival pack.  It is 3 weeks before your wedding when you find out Sam Winchester is back.   Sam was your first love at 17, and when your father found out, he forced his family to leave town.  You haven’t spoken to him since.  What will happen when you see him again?

Characters: Alpha! Sam Winchester, Beta! Dean Winchester, Beta! Castiel Novak, Omega! Mary Winchester, Reader, Alpha! (Nick) Lucifer, Beta! Michael, Beta! Gabriel, Beta! Stephanie (OC), Alpha Eric (OC) Beta! Kerry (OC) Omega! Tess (OC) Alpha! Malcolm (OC)

Master List

Introduction (all parts are linked)

Text messages are listed in Bold

Sam’s POV

Dean and I had been led to the room where our Mom’s memorial service was going to be.  We were given some time alone with her to say our goodbyes before anyone else arrived.  The funeral home had done a great job erasing the violence of her death at Kerry’s hands, she looked peaceful, like she was sleeping.

The room was quiet as Dean and I both stood quietly over her body, our minds awash with memories. Tears slipped down my cheeks as it hit me Mom would never get to know any of the grandchildren Y/N and I would give her. It was so unfair.

I looked over at Dean and he was crying also.  “Kerry won’t get away with this, Mom.  I promise you, that bitch is gonna pay,”  Dean whispered fervently, his face a hard mask of pain.

The quiet was disturbed by the sound of Dean’s text alert. He pulled out his phone and glanced at it.  “What the hell?”

“What’s wrong?” 

He frowned at me. “I just got a text from Steph.  But it doesn’t make any sense.  It’s all jibberish.”

“She probably butt-dialed you, but maybe you should call her just to be safe,” I suggested.  “They should be here soon anyway.”

“Your probably right. Let me just check in.” He dialed her number, and when she answered, I watched his face change. “Wait…..Slow down, Steph!  Kerry shot you?  Where the hell are you? Steph? Steph! Answer me! Son-of-a-bitch!” He swore.

He turned to me and barked, “Give me your phone!”

 When I handed it over he punched in a number.  “Cas, it’s Dean.  Kerry has Steph and Y/N.  I think she did something to Lupinski. I need you to trace this number 627-839-0283.  Call me with the location ASAP!”

“Tell me what the fuck is going on, Dean!” I demanded.

“Kerry’s got them. She has a gun.  She shot Steph and took off, and Y/N went after her.”

“She did what? What was Y/N thinking taking on Kerry by herself!” I demanded. “Is Steph okay?” 

“I don’t know.  She stopped answering.” Dean replied.  He looked like he was going to be sick.

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anonymous asked:

hi :D i was wonderin if you could do like n x reader? idk if you do them, since you mainly write hc and imagines. but can i get a young genji x reader where they're going to the pool but his s/o needs to go to the bathroom, while on her way there some guys start hitting on her and asking her to "have fun" but she refuses? thanks tho (:

Okay, so I just finished 13 Reasons Why on Sunday and I’m hella ready to name one of these creeps Bryce and have Genji beat down these bitches.

I’d just like to note that I refuse to write non-con itself (and once I make an info page, I’ll point that out there too). However, mentions of it are fine(past abuse, people making unwanted advances only to get their asses beat down, etc).


Also, I apologize in advance because I am awful at starting these things. Otherwise, I’m good at writing, I swear! >->;;;


You had just been hanging out alone at home when your boyfriend Genji surprised you with a text saying he was picking you up to go swimming. You’d tried to text him back with the ‘I’m busy” excuse–not because you didn’t want to go on the surprise date but because public pools were always loud and cramped–but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. With a huff and a “fine,” you’d gathered up your swimsuit and waited for your Prince Charming to arrive in whatever pumpkin-turned-chariot he’d picked to drive that day.

That’s how you got into your current situation, looking suspiciously through the water for Genji, as he’d sunk underwater and swam away moments before with a shit-eating grin. He was planning something.

“Genji, I swear to God,” You started, crossing your arms across your chest and wading towards the shallower end of the pool, “if you’re planning on dragging me under, I’m going to kick your ass–” You might have noticed the glare from a mother with her hands over her son’s ears nearby, if it weren’t for Genji popping up out of the water behind you and setting his tickle attack plan into play.

“(Y/N)~” The dyed green-ette and major man-child held you against him, fingers dancing across your bare waist and stomach. “Don’t curse in front of the children! It’s impolite!”

“Gen-Genji!” You flailed around in the man’s arms, gasping and giggling and getting everyone in the nearest proximity soaked with pool water. “G-Genji-i-i! I’m-I’m gonna– I gotta use the bathr-room!”

“Kids go in the pool all the time,” he commented. “Say uncle and I’ll let you go.”

“You’re so gross.” You lightly swatted at him and he finally released you with a chuckle. You calmed down from your last bouts of hiccuping giggles and continued, “I’m heading to the bathroom; I’ll be right back.”

Genji replied with a kiss to your forehead and that big boyish grin of his. “I’ll sit on poolside and wait for you there.”

You gave him a nod in return and climbed out of the pool, quickly shuffling to grab your bag sitting near the fence and then to the bathroom to your business. After washing your hands, you slung your bag back onto your shoulder and made your way back out to the pool. In the pool lobby, your way was blocked by a trio of guys prowling by the entrance for cute prey.

You glanced your surroundings to ready yourself before walking right up to those dicks with hands on your hips. “If you could get your brains out of your dicks long enough to let me through, that’d be great.”

The three men, jock types with bodies built on urge to intimidate and probably daddy issues, stopped their dumb chortling to look at you, briefly surprised before their glares collectively turned into cheeky grins.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” the main alpha male–you could tell the other two were just his back up steroid-providers–purred, sauntering forward slightly to stand above you. You slipped a hand into your bag as he continued, “Why, aren’t you a pretty little thing? Why don’t you come hang out with us a little bit, huh? You’re pretty fiery; I’m sure we’d get along just fine.” He reached for you and your pulled your hand from your bag and–

One of the henchmen had his legs kicked out from under him by a green-ette roughly a foot and a half shorter than him. The second one was flipped over the slighter man’s shoulder to land on the first. When Alpha tried to check on his friends, his arm was twisted behind him and he forced to his knees in front of you.

Now towering over the larger man, Genji looked him in the eyes and growled, “I am part of one of the most powerful and most dangerous groups in the world. You better sleep with both eyes open tonight so you can watch me slip into your house without a sound and end you.

“Did you know that the quickest way to make a man bleed out is to cut off his dick?” you added. You could hear the sounds of people at the check-in coming to figure out what the commotion was; the two men Genji had pummeled earlier had apparently heard it as well because they were already outside trying to figure out another exit of the pool with mild concussions.

Their efforts didn’t last long, as they were caught by a couple lifeguards leaving for their break.

Genji looked to you to ask if you were okay, only for the concerned look to turn to confusion as he noticed the weapon in your hand. “Why do you have my shurikens?”

“Because you taught me how to use them and I was going to use my line,” you replied while tucking them away back in your bag, like that was a normal response. “This works too, though.”

Genji let out a small impressed “hm,” then released the man he held as the pool owners entered the room, only to kick him into the ground.

“What the hell is going on here?” one of them exclaimed.

“Keep better eyes on your business or I’ll have it shut down,” Genji said with a glare that would murder if looks could kill. “They were blocking the entryway and harassing pool-goers. One of them happened to be my partner, so I took matters into my own hands.” He stepped around the body at his feet and took his arm in yours. Without another word, he escorted you to get your things then out the building.

The two of you walked for a bit in a semi-comfortable silence before you decided to speak. “You don’t like to admit that part of yourself.”

“What I dislike about myself and my family is irrelevant when your safety is on the line.”


This ended up being really fun to write and sprouted more Genji headcanons for me. Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoyed.