his yellow teeth

Snape Appreciation Month Day 17: Appearance

- his hair was unevenly cut. it was limpy and sort of draped on his head and fell down to his shoulders
- he had a flat face with the exception of his nose
- his nose was hooked and wide and downturned at the tip
- his mouth was small, thin and he used to rip some of the skin off when he was anxious. when he’s relaxed it’s pinkish and the bottom lip was a bit fuller
- his teeth were too big for his small mouth. his canines were pushed forward and his second molars were pushed back. it gave him a vampire look and so he bared them as often as he was forced to
- his teeth was yellow with some brown in them. all the children in spinner’s end had the same colouring. it was something in the water.
- he never could grow a beard properly unlike his father. his hair only came in rough patches. he shaved several times a month
- his shoulders were rounded even as an adult and his collars stood out. he could balance coins on them
- his fingers were short and thin and the his fingernails were all uneven. he kept them short. they were discoloured. it would take him weeks to wash them properly
- he was very thin with a short torso. his ribs were almost sticking out. his stomach had some fat. his chest had wisps of hair, nothing like potter’s and he would shave it all away
- his legs were lean and had some muscular definition as he spent his nights patrolling the castle. when he was a teenager, they had a lot of strength in them. he never got test that strength as an adult but he liked to imagine they were stronger
- some of his toes had been broken, the nails were cracked and greyed, his skin was tough. he told pomona once about how he was allowed to play football with the other cokeworth kids for one month. He played barefoot, not knowing enough about the game to protect himself. He ran fast, kicked hard, tackled ferociously, all on a pebbled field. it was still a good memory.

- his skin was light brown from all months he spent indoors. it was darker on his inner thighs, elbows and back



Lily: No! Harry! 

James: *panicking* I know that spell from somewhere, Blondie needs help immediately. Merlin’s pants Myrtle he’s not dead STOP shouting!

Lily: He’s about to be, it can’t be.. no. That bloody book, that is a very dark spell Jamie

Sirius: Trust me knows, he was hit by it.

Lily: WHAT?!

James: *through his teeth* Padfoot!

Sirius: We are all dead Prongs, it doesn’t matter if she knows or not really.

James: You son of a–

Sirius: Bitch. I know, I lived with her for sixteen years.

Lily: Who?

James: Doesn’t matter.

Lily: *fuming* I. said. WHO

James: *giving up* Snivellus. Dumbledore healed me pretty fast, I didn’t have many scars so I decided to keep it to myself than to hurt you.

Sirius: Speak of the devil

*Snape heals Draco and comes back to order Harry to bring his school bag*

Lily: He’s gonna have to give that stupid book to him eventually

Sirius: *smirking* Not necessarily

Lily: Sirius, I will drag you to hell myself and hand you over to Walburga if you don’t shut it.

James: He’s going to the Room of Requirements to hide his book, I can’t believe we didn’t include that in the Map.

Lily: Jamie, this is so not the time love.

James: Alright alright, got it.

*Snape checks Harry’s copy of Advanced Potion Making”

Sirius: Seriously Harry? Roonil Wazlib and the best you can come up with is “That’s my nickname”?

Lily: He’s in so much trouble, he’s done for–

James: Lily calm down a little.

Lily: He almost killed that boy!

Sirius: Well he’s up to something for Voldemort, didn’t you see his arm?

Lily: Doesn’t mean he has to die! Don’t you ever think of Regulus and how he was forced into all of this?

James: LILY!

Sirius: Don’t you dare talk about him again Evans.

Lily: I– I’m sorry.

*“Well, we shall see how you feel after your detentions,” said Snape. “Ten o’clock Saturday morning, Potter. My office.” “But sir…” said Harry, looking up desperately. “Quidditch… the last match of the…” “Ten o’clock,” whispered Snape, with a smile that showed his yellow teeth. “Poor Gryffindor, fourth place this year, I fear”* 

James: That fucking wanker, he did that on purpose. He’s gonna miss the final game. I miss the days with Charlie Weasley, he was one hell of a captain *both Sirius and Lily don’t talk* I will never understand why he went for dragons instead of eternal glory on the field.

*Day of the match and Harry’s detention*

Sirius: Snivellus didn’t just give him our detentions to go through.

James: Yes, yes he did.

Sirius: Merlin I hate him more than I did 20 years ago, I never thought that was possible.

Lily: *shyly* He does that to make sure he reads your name, Sirius. Harry is used to his comments about James but your absence is new to him. He’s just being his cruel self.

Sirius: Well fuck him, Jamie how is the game going? 

James: Not bad, not bad at all. Redhead is actually pretty good.

*Hour and a half later*

James: *cheering* THEY WON! 

Lily: *surprised* Really?

James: Redhead caught the snitch! I can’t believe this, they won!

*half an hour later*

Sirius: Harry’s off of detention and he’s going to the common room now.

James: Well, a pleasant surprise will be waiting for him.

Lily: Ah look at them, there’s Ginny oh.. OH! Well that’s a way to celebrate



Sirius: *grinning* Resemblance is uncanny.

Lily: Harry, love maybe that’s enough, Ron is watching.

James: And she loves Quidditch

Lily: Molly’s gonna be happy

Sirius: Happy is a very underrated word but wait til the twins find out.

James: And have you seen one of her Bat-Bogey hexes? That girl is awesome.

Sirius: If you are done swooning over your future bride Prongs..

Lily: He secretly wanted them to be together since he rescued Ginny from the Chamber of Secrets, leave him be. It took Harry sometime to take his head out of his ass to see Ginny.

Sirius: *smirking* Evans! That’s your son you are talking about and that reminds me of someone.

Lily: *smiling* Oh shut it Black.

James: Nice one Pads, he’s right you know. Everyone knew you were swooning over me for a good six months before you finally accepted you liked me.

Lily: Except for you, Jamie.

James: Whatever. It’s like us but involving a lot less hexes.

Sirius: He’s like a teenager girl whose two favourite characters finally got together.

James: Fuck off Pads.

Lily: He was like that when you and Remus got together, too.

James: So what? Can’t I be happy for people I love?

Sirius: Sure you can but maybe be a little less enthusiastic?

James: *raising an eyebrow* You are one to talk

Sirius: Okay, got it. I’m out.

Lily: What just happened?

James: Nothing important. Ah! Look at them walking around in the castle talking, if her hair was a bit darker they would look exactly like us.

Lily: *putting his head on James’ shoulder* You are relentless.

James: Tell me you don’t like this.

Lily: I love it.

James: Exactly my point.


Summary: You and Sam decided you need some reminding of who you belong to after a guy at a bar hits on you. 

Pairing: Sam x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: an asshole guy at a bar, language, mirror!kink, spanking, hair pulling, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, nsfw gif below the cut!!

A/N: yay for fic 1 of smut appreciation day! look out for the dean x reader at 3pm EST and the cas x reader at 6pm EST!

ps this gif is sooooo Sam after a nice, thorough fucking ;-)

Originally posted by awkwardsamw

“I’ll go get us another round,” you smiled, kissing your boyfriend Sam on the cheek before scooting out of the booth and heading over to the bar.

You rested your elbows on the bar top, holding up 3 fingers to the bartender before looking around in boredom as you waited for you, Sam and Dean’s beers.


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Trauma and Healing: Broken Silence [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/N: Hey lovelies! So I had this idea for a series (I don’t know how long it will be). Of course it’s Jason because I have an unhealthy addiction to him and writing about him. I hope you guys love it but I will warn it touches on some sensitive topics like human trafficking and mental illness. I really hope everyone enjoys it because I really love how it is turning out (I already have a few chapter written).

Warning: Human Trafficking, Mentions of rape/assault, Captivity, Mental Illness (hearing voices)

Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4 - Ch. 5


Ch. 1 Broken Silence

Silence was the only comfort in a place like this. Only hearing the sound of your own breathing, sitting on the cold floor of a cell. Breathing out and seeing the faint puff of your breath, a shiver running through your body. Where were you? What happened to you?

Well, it’s quite simple really. You were kidnapped years ago and sold into human trafficking, though your sellers found you to be different. Special. So they didn’t simply sell you to the highest bidder at their sickening auctions. You were more rented. Not able to remember what life was like to be free, you only knew captivity. Like an animal.

Kept separate from the others they sold. Silence became a comfort, a friend, a safeguard. It told you when they were coming and how many. The sets of footsteps echo through the empty space meaning one thing and one thing alone. They were the only sound you’d here from this cell.

But that all changed, it had to be late at night due to the silence among the compound. No auction tonight mean no reason for them to come and take you. It was silent, that same comforting silence where you could hear your own heartbeat.

Knees pulled to your chest you listened to the thumping. Eventually the whispers began again, the ever prevalent voices you heard. This place was making you insane, you were sure of it. You would have mental breakdowns that led you to becoming violent. During them you completely lose yourself, like you’re watching your own body through a foggy window.

It was terrifying, yet also beautiful.

When they whispers began to grow louder that’s how you know if you’ll break or not. But tonight they seemed tamed, just faint voices.

Though within a minute of them speaking you heard what sounded like gunshots. Not a strange occurrence but these were one after the other. Guns were used as a scare tactic to keep everyone in line, but they never exceeded a three shots.

And what you heard sounded like a machine gun, like a fire fight.

Your grip tightened around your knees, fear coursing through your veins as your blood ran cold. Hearing shouts faintly within the compound, something rarely heard in your isolation.

Then you began to hear footsteps, a single set, sprinting toward your room. Seconds later the door flung open to see the man in charge of the ring, who goes by the simple name of ‘King.’

“Come on” he growled before pulling you to your feet by your hair. A yelp escaping your throat. That’s when he pinned you to the wall by your shoulder, “Don’t make another noise! Got that princess?” shoving a gun in your face. Staring at the gun you nodded, terrified at the weapon inches from your nose.

“Atta girl, now go!” A disgusting smirk showing his yellowing teeth. His breath volatile as he kept a hand on your shoulder and pushed you to stand in front of him as he walked. The gun pressed to your back in reassurance that you’d keep your mouth shut.

“Stop!” a deep voice yelled from behind the both of you.

In an instant he hand pulled your back to his chest and hand and arm holding you in place, while the other pressed the muzzle of the gun to your temple. “No, please!” Whimpering as your eyes shut tight.

“Let the girl go!” The deeper voice rang out once more. Opening your eyes you saw a man with a red helmet concealing his face, a red bird emblem on his chest plate. He held a gun in front of him with confidence.

You had heard of him, who was he again? One of the Gotham vigilantes? Or was it heroes? Only getting snippets of news broadcasts when a buyer had left a tv on.

“I don’t think so Red Hood, I kinda like this one. We’ve had her for awhile, our most prized possession. I can’t just give up a gem like this.” You were going to be sick at his words, ‘possession’ that’s all you were. Someone’s possession.

“People aren’t possessions ‘King,’ they’re human beings. Not to be bought and sold like some sort of market shelf product.” You were shocked at the words he said. No one had ever said such things in a place like this. He could blatantly see shock and confusion plastered in your features.

“I’m going to say this once more, let the girl go!”

You heard a chuckle behind you, before feeling him softly kiss your temple. “Well I guess all good things must come to an end. Sorry about this princess, you really were my favorite” he whispered into your ear before hearing the gun click.

That instant a shot was fired, though you fell to the floor anything but lifeless. Looking behind you, eyes widening in horror when seeing the lifeless body of your captor.  

Not watching as this ‘Red Hood’ holstered his gun and had walked toward you, he kneeled down beside you. “Are you okay?” going to touch your shoulder. However you jumped at his voice and recoiled. Until your back hit the wall, staring fearfully at the masked person in front of you.

“Hey hey, easy.” He said calmly, holding out a hand. He was crouched down in front of you. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

Your breathing was shallow and labored as you began to hear the whispers again, though louder this time as a splitting headache pierced through your temples. Clutching your head in your hands, forearms covering your ears. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Yelling to yourself, the voices only growing louder. This whole incident must’ve triggered something in you, because on the last ‘shut up’ an energy pulse sent through the hallway.

All the light bulbs bursting as Red Hood got pushed back and hit the wall behind him. It however had made you fall unconscious. The strain on your physical and mental state being too much for your body to bear.

Jason’s night vision clicked on in his helmet. His hand clutched his head, as it had hit the wall when the pulse sent him backward.

Looking up he saw the glass of the light bulbs shattered and you were out cold.

Catching his breath before saying “Guys” into his comlink. Hearing confirmation from Kori and Roy, “What is it Jay?”

“We have a situation”

What They Call You... Stiles

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Reader x Stiles Stilinski

A/N: As requested, here’s the nickname that Stiles gives the reader. And remember, requests are open. Also, if you want to be tagged then lemme know

Tagging: @stilinski-jpeg, @obsessed-withthe-hales @dumbass-stilinski, @wolvesofthebeacon

You had known Scott and Stiles for a long time since you had been at the same school since fifth grade. You weren’t friends or anything, but you had classes with them and if you missed class then you could talk to them and look over their notes. As mentioned, nothing close.

It wasn’t until high school that you became part of their ‘crowd.’ You were in the bleachers, reading, when the lacrosse team came out and started practicing. That was nothing new, but there was something new on the team. You felt a shiver run down your spine, making you look straight at Scott McCall. Putting your book away, you watched in silence as each player went against Jackson.

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Sticky Notes

Sticky Notes | When Phil realizes Dan spends so much time in the bathroom telling himself off, he decides to take matters into his own hand’s and starts leaving Sticky Notes to cheer his best friend up. | Phan | Teen and Up | TW: Self-Hate | 2,541 Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

I have an exam due soon but then I read this prompt (x) and I just had to write it. My exam will have to wait.

Look! There’s fanart now! Thanks to hopelesslyhowell

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Undercover Part 2: I’ll Always Be by Your Side

Summary: You sacrifice yourself to the Hydra agents that want Bucky.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, some sexual assault (done by kidnapper), and then some smut (oral and penetration sex done by Bucky to reader)

A/N: People requested it, so I provided! 

(Part 1)

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Snape Appreciation Month Day 17: Appearance

- he’s about 5'11" and he kind of slouches making him look 5'9 
  - lucius used to berate him for slouching but stopped when he realized Snape was an inch taller than him and he didn’t like it, so now Snape is allowed to slouch all he wants 
  – he likes to assume full height when he’s yelling at dunderhead students

- his black hair is chin length at its shortest and never gets past his shoulder at its longest
  – it starts getting kind of greasy if he goes more than two days without a shower but he’s depressed and freshening charms are just so much easier
     -I wish I had freshening charms
  -he pulls it back in a low ponytail when he’s working on potions outside of the classroom

- his face is rather pale because he doesn’t go out very much and kind of sallow because he’s really bad at taking care of himself/eating properly
- his teeth are yellowed because he used to smoke cigarettes a lot as a teenager/young adult when he was feeling anxious.
  - he stopped because he realized it was a dead giveaway that he was feeling stressed and it wouldn’t help his position as a spy

- his eyes are very dark brown
  – they turn almost black when he’s absolutely furious
  – if you’re lucky enough to make him laugh in sunlight, they lighten and you can see specks of gold in them

- his fingers are long and thin
- he had fairly defined muscles in his arms from potion brewing but it annoyed him because it made the sleeves on his jackets uncomfortably tighter

- he was always rather scrawny because there wasn’t enough to eat
– he gained a little weight during hogwarts, lost it during the first war, gained back a little tummy chub when he was teaching and ended up losing more than ever during the second war
– he could see his ribcage and it disgusted him

- he wore a glamour charm during the beginning of harrys sixth year because his cheekbones were sunken in too much and he looked like death
  – he didn’t actually care what he looked like. he just needed Minerva and Poppy to get off his back
  — someone please get those two off his back (he secretly likes that someone cares about him but he’ll never admit it)

- he has self harm scars but they’re very faint because of essence of dittany and because he realized hurting himself is exactly what his enemies wanted and he isn’t going to give them that
- he has a few cigarette burns. he says he did them himself but it was actually his father
 - theres a scar on the back of his shoulder blade where his father hit him with a bottle. it was one of the few times Tobias really hurt him
   –he had to get stitches and had a panic attack when (the British version of) child protective services showed up at the hospital

- his voice is very gentle, milky, and baritone. it would be quite alluring if he weren’t so frightening to converse with
- he stated wearing all black to hide potion stains and continued because he liked it


“Hello, darling,” the pirate in front of you says before pushing your unarmed form into the wall of the ship. Rain pours down around you as he grins, showing off his broken yellow teeth. “Why don’t we have some-”

He’s cut off by a sword going through his throat, and you look around him to see Will. He pulls the sword out and smiles grimly at you, and you smile back. Then you reach forward and grab the dagger out of his belt and step past him to take out the man who was just about to kill him.

He turns around to see the man fall. “Thanks,” he breathes.

You smile. “Thank you.” And then you’re gone, back into the fight. He watches after you with a dumb smile on his face, until Jack appears at his side and follows his gaze. “What are you looking at?”

Will wipes the smile off of his face quickly. “Nothing.”

Then he follows you back into the battle, and Jack shrugs before following.

Author- @family-business-forever

Song- Next Contestant- Nickelback

Word Count- 1371

Characters- Dean, reader, OFC!Mandy, some bar guys that are jerks

Pairings- Deanxreader

Warnings- Violence, swearing, slight mention of smut.

AU- This is my first song fic and aesthetic so bare with me! Feedback is much appreciated!

I judge by what she’s wearing
Just how many heads I’m tearing
Off of assholes coming on to her
Each night seems like it’s getting worse

Dean sat on his bed watching her get dressed into a air of tight skinny earns and a crop top. He sighed as she started putting on make-up.

“Sweetheart do you have to work tonight?” He questioned, hoping she’d say no.

“Yes Dean, I don’t like credit card fraud, I wanna earn my money, even if that means having a bunch of creeps flirt with me.” She says, as she brushes her hair out.

And I wish she’d take the night off
So I don’t have to bite off
Every asshole coming on to her
It happens every night she works

Once she’s ready she grabs her leather jacket, as Dean does the same and they both head off to Joe’s Bar. She can see Dean’s knuckles turning white around the steering wheel as he drives. She sighs before resting a hand onto his thigh, relaxing him some.

“You know I’m all yours. No ones gonna take me from you, because I don’t wanna be with anyone but you.” She says, rubbing his thigh, managing to calm him down.  Half an hour later, they pull up to the bar and get out. Before she has a chance to start walking, Dean pushes her up against the Impala and kisses her ferociously. She laughs into the kiss, before kissing him back and matches his ferociousness. Finally he pulls away, resting his forehead onto hers. “I love when you get jealous.” She says, laughing. Finally, they both walk into the building and she goes over to the bar to relieve a co-worker.

“Be careful tonight. Crowds really fired up and frisky. Is Dean here?” Her go worker, Mandy, asks.

“Yeah he’s here, you be careful too. Is Brandon here?” She asks Mandy.

“Yeah, actually I can see him ,he’s over talking to Dean. He’s probably letting Dean know about the crowd.” Mandy says, as they both look over to their two men. “Well good luck and be safe.” Mandy says as she leaves.

Right away she can feel eyes on her, and not just Deans eyes.

They’ll go and ask he DJ
And find out just what would she say
If they all tired coming on to her
Don’t they know it’s never gonna work
They think they’ll get inside her
With every drink they buy her
As they all try coming on to her
This time somebody’s getting hurt

Here come the next contestant

She’s only Ben working for an hour and already four guys bought drinks for her. Right now theres a drunk brunette flirting with her while she’s trying to do her job. She kindly avoids his flirting but he isn’t letting off anytime soon. Finally, though, he crosses the line. She gives one look to Dean and he’s there in a flash grabbing the guys hand just as the guy touched her arm.

Is that your hand on my girlfriend?
Is that your hand?
I wish you’d do it again
I’ll watch you leave here limping
There goes the next contestant

Dean ended up twisting the guys arm around and throwing him out of the bar before returning back to his booth where he can still watch her.

I even fear the ladies
They’re cool but twice as crazy
Just as bad for coming n to her
Don’t they know it’s never gonna work

About an hour later, she’s being hit on again but this time by a skinny blonde girl. The blonde buys her a few shots before striking up conversation with her. Being nice, (Y/N) talks to her, while also working. Again she avoids the blondes flirting and this time the blonde gives up and walks away.

Each time she bats an eyelash
Somebody’s grabbing her ass
Everyone keeps coming on to her
This time somebody’s getting hurt

Here comes the next contestant

As she’s serving a table drinks some collage frat boy decides he’s gonna grab her ass. She turns around with her jaw clenched, getting ready to say something until she remembers Dean is here. She turns her head around to, again look at Dean and he’s there in a flash, grabbing the frat boys hand just as it goes in for another grab. The frat boy looks up at Dean, before standing up to challenge him.

Is that you hand on my girlfriend?
Is that your hand?
I wish you’d do it again
I’ll watch you leave here limping
I wish you’d do it again
I’ll watch you leave here limping
There goes the next contestant

Grabbing her ass was the first mistake and challenging Dean was the second. At first the kid sized up his competition, before deciding that he may be able to win. That’s when he threw the first punch, missing as Dean saw it coming, caught it, twisted it behind the kids back and broke it. Not only was Dean teaching the kid a lesson, but by breaking his arm he was warning everyone else at the bar to stay away, and for awhile they did. Until some new comers came in, taking their seats at a booth, eyeing her up. She only had to get through one more hour and then she could go home.

I’m hating what she’s wearing
Everybody here keeps staring
Can’t wait ‘till they get what they deserve
This time somebody’s getting hurt

Here comes the next contestant

With only a half hour to go she brought Dean one of his final beers, and gave him a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry baby, just a half hour to go and I’m all yours.” She says, kissing him on the cheek, before sauntering off, making sure to add an extra swing to her his as she goes.

They almost made it,with only ten minutes to go when one of the guys in the new group starting flirting with her, when she brought the men there third rounds of beer.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” He asks, trying to be charming but only managing to discuss her, with his yellow teethed smile.

“(Y/N).” Is all she said as she laid the men’s drinks down, and collected their empty bottles.

“Well, (Y/N). How about you let me give you a ride home after you get off, huh?” He asks, again trying to be charming but failing miserably.

“No, I think I’d much rather go home with my boyfriend and not some disgusting druggy, sorry.” She said, sassily.

“Now come on sweetheart, don’t you wanna be with a real man?” He asks, opening his arms to show that, he thinks, he has a nice body.

“A real man? Oh please, I can see the ring on your finger, no real man goes out to a bar with his buddies and tries to hook up with a waitress who already told you was taken. Now go home to your wife and get some help.” She says, before turning around only for the man to grab her arm ruffly and yank her back around, and crash his lips to hers. She ties to pull away, but to no avail since he has a death grip on her arm.

Dean sees everything and is not happy as he storms over to the man and yanks him off her.

Is that your hand on my girlfriend?
Is that your hand?
I wish you’d do it again
I’ll watch you leave here limping
I wish you’d do it again
I’ll watch you leave here limping

I wish you’d do it again
(Each night seems it it’s getting worse)
I wish you’d do it again
(This time somebody’s getting hurt)

There goes the next contestant

Dean was so furious that he put the guy in the hospital with four cracked ribs, a shattered nose, a broken wrist, and one hell of a concussion. That night they went home and Dean showed what a real man was.

Keeping Time Part 1 (Tim Drake x Reader)

Schninner: Okay guys, so this wasn’t requested, and I still have more to do, but I’ve had this idea for a series for a while now and have FINALLY figured out how to write it! I’m super pumped how it turned out, and I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did writing it! XD

(Reader is a girl)

Warnings: Kidnaping, mentions of torture, swearing, THE ANGST!!!!

Word count: 1157

Tagging: @maruthor @the-singing-canary @preppygothica @cuddles-for-cassie @comicbookworm @alfred-the-cat-writes @angstytodd @isabellegunawan @speedypan(I hope you all don’t mind that I tagged you, I just got really excited for how it tuned out and I wanted to share my joy :D)

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Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. The faint noise of a clock sounded from inside the silent room.

“Tiiiiiim,” You lazily cried, leaning your head over the arm of the chair, letting your [H/C] hair fall over the side. You looked at the upside down back of your boyfriend’s head, who was hunched over his laptop

“mmhmm?” He hummed in response not bothering to look towards you.

“I’m bored, let’ do something!” you groaned, throwing your arms above your head in exasperation.

“mmhmm, that’s nice sweetie.” He automatically responded with his voice in monotone.

You pouted, sticking your lower lip out, while rolling over right side up. You leaned on your elbows, and scrunched your eyebrows in irritation.



“I’m pregnant.”

“That’s nice hun.”

That was it. No sign of shock, or of emotion at all to be exact. Just the same old monotone voice as he sat hunched over the screen. You rolled off the couch and onto the floor with a thud. Hopping to your feet, you made your way over to your boyfriend until your reached his side. Crossing your arms, you gave Tim a disapproving look, watching his eyes dance back and forth across the screen, his face illuminated with bright light.

Something shiny caught your eye, causing you to tear your harsh gaze from Tim’s face and to his wrist where a silver watch rested. A devious smile came across your face as a ploy formed in your mind. You subtly inched your hand closer to his until it was resting on the watch, and using your best pick pocketing and sneaking skills, you managed to slip the watch from his wrist without him noticing.

You beamed victoriously, stepping away from him and putting the beautiful dev8ce on your own wrist. You held your hand out in front of you, enjoying how the light reflected if the smooth surface. You made quite a show, waving your hand in the air with your newly stolen watch resting comfortably on your wrist, so much so, that you had managed to catch Tim’s attention.

He cocked his head to the side and rubbed is sleepy eyes, “[F/N], is that my watch?”

“Whaaaat?!” you feigned a look of shock pointing to yourself, “are you accusing me of thievery?” you flattened your hand against your chest mocking a look of hurt, “Why I’d never!”

Tim pushed back from his desk, and stood up, walking towards you to try to get a better look at your wrist. You continued to move your arms, obscuring his vision of the watch.

He moved closer to you causing you to take a few steps back, remaining the same distance away from him. This continued until both of you were on opposites sides of the couch.

“Come on [F/N]! Just let me see the watch!” Time called over the couch, his voice laced with a playful happiness.

“Oh sure, of course you can see it,” You replied playful, letting a joyful giggle escape your lips. “but you’ll have to catch me first.”

A wide smile stretched across Tim’s face, “oh, watch me.”

He faked a left, causing you to run full speed to the right. At the last minute, Tim cut right, causing you to squeal in realization of hat he did. Before you could get away, he managed to wrap his arms around you, tackling you to the ground, cushioning your fall with his body. He grabbed your wrist with the watch on it and observed the devise closely.

“Aha!” He shouted victoriously, digging his fingers into your sides tickling you mercilessly. “You thief!”

The study erupted with fits of laughter, wriggled and writhed, trying to get out of Tim’s grip, but to no avail.

“Please… Tim! Stop!” You gasped in between each laugh.

“Fine,” he replied finally releasing you from the tickle torture and lighting kissing your nose, “and next time? Try getting my attention some other way.”

Still breathing heavily, you looked up at him with a smirk, “Well it worked, didn’t it?”

Tick tock, Tick tock, tick tock…

The clicking of the watch on your wrist bounced aimlessly off the stone wall of the cell you were in, amplifying and intensifying that once small soft noise.

You glanced at the watch. His silver watch, and checked the time.


He’d be here soon, but not the he that you were hoping for, no, someone far worse. You looked past your watch and to your bloodied, bruised, and scarred arms, the scars in which that man, no, that monster had cut into you. Trying to break you, to mold you, into something unrecognizable.

And yet here you were, bloodied, bruised, and defiled, yet still in one piece, still intact. You closed your eyes, listening to the rhythmic sound of clock, and letting the happy memories of Tim, your Tim, wash over you, heal you, stitch up the seams that had been beginning to tear away.

The sound of something metallic scraping against stone ended your fantasy in an instant, bringing you back to the here and now.

“Well, well, looks like Bat’s lilt brat has finally woken up from her nap.”

The Owner of the voice stepped into the light, which glared angrily off his pale white chest and illuminating the ticks and crosses counting the number of lives he had taken. Victor Zsasz continued stepping closer and closer to you, with a sharp knife held in his hand.

A scowl formed on your face as his face became mere inches away from yours, his smile showed each one of his yellowed teeth, and h=you had to restrain yourself from gagging as he exhaled in your face. His dirty and bloodied hands played at the ends of your mask, tugging it ever so slightly, but not removing it.

“So, is our little baby bat ready to learn today?” His eyes wide in excitement, and his breath rancid with rotten meat.

Without a warning, you through your head back, and brought it crashing forward, meeting Zsasz’s fore head and causing his nose to spew blood. He staggered backwards holding his bloodied nose with his free hand.

“You to hell.” You growled at him with a raspy voice.

He wiped the blood away with the back of his hand, a vicious smile implanted on his face.

“Oh ho ho,” he responded, hastily coming toward you with a knife in hand, which he swiftly raised, and brought it down into your thigh causing a scream of pain to escape from your lungs.

But above all the screaming and pain, the sound of hope rang out, filling you with faith and determination, a sound that reminded you that this would soon be over, that this agony would soon end. This sound came from a small silver watch, a watch that belonged to the person you cared most about. And on and on, the sound continued,

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…

Full Moon

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: None, unless crappy is a warning

Hey this is Scott please leave a message after the tone.


I sighed in annoyance as Scott, my boyfriend of two years, ignored another one of my calls. Tired of being ignored, I put on my converses and started walking to his house. I know he’s going to chew my head off for walking alone in the middle of the night, but I’ll worry about it later. I opened the door to his house quietly, just in case he’s asleep and I was overreacting. 


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Requested by anonymous: hey!! Plss do one where reader is taken with Jason and is being tortured as well but then he takes her with him before the explosion and maybe fluff with jay before he dies?! You can make the ending to your likening ❤️❤️❤️ I love your blog so much!!

Author note: it’s very long but separated into chapters idk if that made sense hahaha any way hope you like it and enjoy x

Warnings: angst | fluff I guess | language | hitting with a crowbar | mention of blood



“Robin, Where are you?! Robin?!!”

I shouted in the dark room as I absolutely saw nothing.

I was shivering as the heater was off and also I was terrified.

I raised my hands up in front of me to try and find any clue to help me,

It was absolutely silent. Nothing was heard except my loud in even breath.

I was walking slowly when my hand touched something.

I began moving my hands, trying to figure out what was that with my finger tips.

“You can’t keep your hands to yourself now, can you baby.”

I heard his voice and I couldn’t help it anymore. I screamed so loud that I felt my throat cracking. It hurts but I was really scared.


He grabbed me and pulled me closer to him as I felt myself lose conscious, and the last thing I heard was,

“Shhh, don’t tire yourself, little girl. Nobody will come and save you, now I can’t wait to show you my toys. ”

I felt his hot breath slap my face as my world went black.


I woke up sweating as I had this strange dream.. more like nightmare. I looked around me and my heart fell at the realization, it wasn’t a nightmare, it was real. It is real.

I tried to move my arms to try and stand up but failed as I realized that I was hand cuffed. I struggled against it, desperately trying to break free, when a voice stopped me.

“Don’t. It won’t work. Believe me, I’ve tried.” I turned around to see my best friend, Jason, also cuffed with an angry impression on his face.
I frowned, “jay, what happened?” He took a deep breath before saying, “remember that mission we had? Well turned out to be a fucking prank from the joker. He brought us here, whatever here is, and god knows what he’s planning on doing.”

“Language, Jaybird.” I scolded him playfully.

He smirked, “piss off, nerd.” He rolled closer to me as I scoffed. “Whatever,” I smiled.

“Are you ok?” I asked him softly. “Never been better.” He rolled his eyes at me, as he said sarcastically. I huffed, “well, no need for the sass, jay.” His expressions soften as he sighed. “I’m sorry, but we have to get out of here.. before—” But he was cut off by the sound of the metal door being opened and a sound of loud chuckles.

“Well, looks like the birds are finally awake! How was your sleep? Good I hope, ‘cause you won’t be getting any of that anytime soon.” He grinned widely at us, his eyes shining with sickness and craziness.

Making both, jay and I look at each other with frightened.


I screamed again as the metal crowbar made contact with my body again and I chocked on my cries as I heard joker’s laugh increasing.

“You like that?! Hmmm? Well, you will get more than you can ever imagine! HAHAH!”
I tried to defend myself but with my hands behind my back I couldn’t do much.

“GET AWAY FROM HER!” I heard jay yell in anger. My tears eyes made contact with his bloody ones.
“N-no.. jay, don’t..” I tried to say but joker kicked me in the face as I fell painfully on my side.
Joker grinned wider if that was even possible and made his way to Jason.
I could already feel blood seeping from my wounds as I spat the metallic liquid that was in my mouth.

“Don’t worry, tough guy! No need to be jealous. Papa is gonna give you some of what she had. Hahaha!” He laughed as he raised the crowbar and slammed it on jay’s body.
I hid my face into the ground as I couldn’t see him being tortured.

Joker seemed to stop as he frowned, “no! You don’t get to hide!! You must see, little girl!” He ran to me and grabbed my cheeks violently squeezing my face, “you must see that this is not a game. This. Was between me and batsie. You, children, shouldn’t have interfered.” His voice was awfully low but scary as he stared at my soul with his eyes that showed agony and unstableness. I sobbed as he threw me towards jay and threw the crowbar.

Immediately, Jason crawled closer to me and kissed my bruised cheek. “A-are you ok?” His voice held so many emotions.
I nodded as I placed my face on his chest and cried silently. “Are you?..” I whispered, breathing in his scent. He tried it to smirk but it was broken, the Jason I know was broken..

“Hey, it’s ok though. Batman will save us.” He tried to say confidently, but it felt as if he was trying to assure himself more than me.

I was about to say something when I felt myself being pulled away from Jason.
Jason’s eyes widened as he tried to stop him but he couldn’t.

“Ok, enough. I can actually feel the vomit in my mouth. You two are disgusting.” Joker kept dragging me away from Jason as he kept screaming. “Where are you taking her?!! Answer me you freak!!”
But he was only met with a long, disturbing laugh. “Calm down, lover boy. I mean, I did give you two time to say your goodbyes. You know I’m not that much of a heartless man!” He fake gasped as he smirked at jay and opened the door. “Tell the bats, I said hi.” He slammed the door, separating me from the boy I’ve known since we were kids.


“Now, finally we are alone!” Joker clapped happily as he pushed me down a metal table and strapped me to it, rather harshly.
“You see, I saw myself in you,” he said grinning, his yellow teeth coming to view.
I gagged as I frowned at him. “Ha, as if. I’m nothing like you, you crazy clown!” I said angrily. He just laughed as if I had just complemented him.

“You are exactly like me, darling. You just need a small push to break free.” He placed something on my head. I tried to get rid of it, but I couldn’t.
He slapped me to stop me from moving soI spat on his face.
“Now, think about your most hurtful moment that passed your miserable life, you ungrateful child!”

He smirked as he turned on whatever that was on my head. I gasped loudly and screamed as I felt electricity run through me, burning my brain cells as my heart beats increased, my eyes burning as tears fell from them.
I choked on my own spit as I couldn’t even swallow it, the pain was unbearable and I felt every second of it.
Joker laughed as he kept this thing going, never turning it off which made me wish I was already dead.
It was only a matter of seconds before I closed my eyes and lost sense of everything around me.
The last thing on my mind was Jason.

Jason’s pov:

I cried as I heard y/n wailing from the outside. I kept cursing as I wished it was me and not her. She didn’t deserve none of this.
I kept wondering if batman was really coming or was I just telling myself this to have faith.
The screaming stopped which made me even more worried now.
I stared at the door, praying for any sign to prove that she was alive.

I tried to crawl to the door but I didn’t have the power nor energy to even roll over there. I laid there in a pool of my own blood as I waited.

I didn’t hear anything which made my eyes water again as my mind went to the only conclusion there is, she is gone.

I swallowed my tears harshly as I bit my lip to stop myself from sobbing, forcing my mind to replay all the good moments we had together but no matter how much I tried to forget this moment I kept remembering that she died alone.
She died with that asshole laughing at her pain.
She didn’t deserve that. She was supposed to grow old and have the life she wished for.

It was after about five minutes or so that I heard a small peeping sound. I turned around only to see a bomb. I sighed as I gave up.

At least now I can be with y/n.
And with that, my whole world turned black. I guess you could say we reached the bottom line together.

Originally posted by redhoodsie

Last Expiration

By: Kurisu678

All characters belong to @smokeplanet.

One Year Ago…

Late morning sun shone through the blinds into the bedroom shared by Mitch Mueller and Jonas Wagner, painting thin lines of yellow light against the bright blue walls. The space was kept in a state of comfortable chaos, a delicate balance between order and disarray. As per usual Sunday custom, alarms had been left off and both Mitch and Jonas were left in a blissful state of dozing while snuggling.

It was however, not to last.

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Cry Wolf - Part Seven

Summary: Dean loves his little sister, just as much as he loves his little brother, even if she isn’t technically his sister. But there’s a reason his Dad took her in, and it’s not purely out of the goodness of his heart. Could the girl who believes herself to be Sam’s twin really be a bomb just waiting to go off?
Words: 1509
Warnings: Angst? Maybe?
AN: Woop woop! Part Seven!!! Wonder what happens when Sammy stumbles upon his supposedly dead sister…
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!



“Sometimes, I freaking hate werewolves” Dean murmured under his breath, barely audible. But Sam heard him.

Dean’s eyes were flicking warily from building to building as they quietly made their way around the edge of the fence towards the first, small building. He’d been on edge ever since they’d realised they’d picked up a werewolf case, just like he did every time they picked up a werewolf case.

He couldn’t blame him, though. He’d never seemed to have gotten over Y/N, and whatever had happened to her. So much so that he’d never even told Sam what had happened, just that she was ‘gone’ and that ‘Dad had taken care of it’.

“Why the hell is this place so deserted, anyway? It’s only 4 o’clock, where the hell is everyone?”

It did seem eerily quiet.

It was unnerving how they’d literally driven up to the gate, expecting to have a seemingly innocent chat with the occupants of the compound, despite knowing what they were, only to find that the place was silent. So, of course, they’d just… let themselves in.

The first building consisted of a narrow corridor with three bedrooms and a bathroom, all of which were empty. This did nothing to soothe their nerves as they edged over to the larger building next to it, guns at the ready.

Inside, it looked almost like an average family house. Sam could see from the door that a game console controller had been left on the coffee table; a few novels and textbooks sat on the kitchen table; DVDs and some Blu-Rays were on the floor around the TV, along with several blankets. If he didn’t know that the occupants were werewolves, and probably had a few hearts stowed away in the fridge, it would have been damn near impossible to know.

With a small jerk of his head, he indicated to Dean that he was heading up the stairs, and that he should finish sweeping the ground floor.

Upstairs was slightly smaller than the ground floor, with the sloping ceilings limiting the space. Right near the stairs were two bedrooms, one on the left and one to the right, both of which were empty. Both, also, had their doors ajar. Up ahead, Sam could see a bathroom on the left, but the door at the end was shut.

Alarm bells went off in his head as he silently paced towards it.

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The Birthday Blues

A/N: So I thought I would start a new series! This series will be a Supernatural/Arrow Crossover. I know, my title sucks lol. Let me know if you guys like it! If you do, I will write more! Please leave comments! Love you, guys!

My Masterlist

   It’s finally here! The best time of the year! My Birthday! I know that I may sound a little conceited, but I don’t even care! This is the first Birthday I get to spend with brothers, and Cas. I’m ecstatic. The pip in my step can’t be contained. I’m honestly just excited to see what they have planned for me. We have no cases going on today, so the sky’s the limit. I hopped out of bed and ran to the shower to get my day started.

After getting my hair and makeup done, I walked over to my closet to pick out an outfit. I decided on white jeans, a black cami, and a dressy plum long sleeved shirt. I grabbed my riding boots that Sam got for me last Christmas, and headed out of my bedroom door to the kitchen. I stopped at the doorway to see if I could listen in to their conversation, but just heard them discussing which celebrity would win in fist fight. I rolled my eyes and made my way in.

“Hey guys!” I greeted them, as I took a seat next to Dean. His mouth was full of bacon and it was a sight to see.

Originally posted by somerand0mgirl

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the season

Originally posted by myshittywriting

◇ Heat season is just around the corner.

◇ Chanyeol x reader

◇ wolf!au


Chanyeol is growling at another wolf by the time you’ve arrived - the werewolf shrinks, eyes narrowed in a fiery glare that doesn’t even touch your mate, and then he’s turning on his heel and disappearing into the crowd. The growling, low and deep in Chanyeol’s throat, slowly comes to a stop as the wolf disappears from his sight, but the angered expression on his face doesn’t let up.

“Hey,” you frown as you approach him, welcoming the protective arm that loops over your shoulder easily, “What’s wrong?”

He says nothing ar first, gritting his teeth and shaking his head as he makes eye contact with yet another werewolf who let his eyes stray a little too long on your form, leading you with a contrasting gentleness to the upper area of the club, where the rest of his brothers were mingling happily.

But he sighs in the end as he takes a glance at you, a hand on your waist as you finally reach the rest of his brothers and their mates. “Heat season is beginning.”

You almost blush at the word - vivid flashbacks of last year’s heat flash through your head, your voice catching in your throat flusteredly. You see Chanyeol try to hide a devilish smirk at your reaction, and you’re quick to scoff as he sits, pulling you onto his lap seconds after.

“S-so what? It’s just heat,” you roll your eyes, desperately willing the hotness on your cheeks to fade away. Chanyeol seems to bristle at your comment, shaking his head.

“Heat isn’t just heat, princess,” he murmurs, “You’ve never seen me go through heat before I found you - unmated werewolves going through heat will do anything to release the pressure inside of them - which is why-” He raises his voice as a small group of werewolves stroll passed, eyes rolling sleazily over you- “I will pull the tongue out of any werewolf that is unmated and comes near you.”

“Alright, alright, we hear you!” One yells back as they leave, bodies weighed down in annoyance - you place a hand on Chanyeol’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him down as his teeth bare, the low grumbling beginning in his throat again.

“Calm down, my love,” you coo, placing a kiss on his cheek that seems to have an instant reaction with him; you feel his body relax under your touch, a heavy sigh escaping him as he tightens his embrace around you.


The night progresses on with only minor interruptions; you stay seated on Chanyeol’s lap the whole time, a tight grip around your waist and little kisses pressed to your neck every few moments that make you giggle. He likes being affectionate - he likes showing people that you’re his mate, his girl and the one he practically lived for.

It’s only after Tao’s mate suggests that you both get drinks at the bar downstairs that the night becomes rocky. The bar could be easily seen from the balcony of the second floor, and although the crowd was absolutely thriving, you would be fine going down to the bar by yourself. And although Chanyeol was reluctant at first (“This place is teeming with unmated wolves, baby-”), he trusted you more than enough to go down to the bar to get yourself a drink.

You made light conversation with Tao’s mate as you pushed through the crowds, down the metal stairs and over the shiny floor, until you reached the bar that was surprisingly empty for a Saturday night - though you guessed most people were trying to sleep around with the impending heat.

“Scotch on the rocks,” you shout over the music to the bartender, who nods and gets to making your drink - Tao’s mate orders, too, and then she turns to you, quickly making conversation on a topic that seemed to be coming up that night.

“You ready for heat?” She asks cheekily, raising her eyebrows up and down in a fashion that has you laughing. She rolls her eyes at your reaction, pushing you gently as she begins to tell you about her experiences with heat, thankfully not getting to strenuous with the detail but making you laugh nonetheless.

“Heat is the same every year,” you state casually as you swirl your drink in its glass, though your mind is anything but casual - heat with Chanyeol was always very… intense, not to mention the fact that passed the sexual desire, he was always whining that he wanted pups, pouting his lips and hoping that you’d give in. “Everyone has the same experiences, right-?”

“Maybe not this year,” a voice is cutting passed yours before you can register it - deep and slurring and unwanted, directly behind you. Your head turns to look at the wolf behind you, annoyance coursing through your veins as you see how absolutely hammered he looks. “We can do somethin’ different if you want, baby.”

Your nose wrinkles in disgust. Only Chanyeol was allowed to call you baby, and even just hearing the pet name exit someone else’s lips and intended for you makes you shiver. “Thanks, but no thanks,” you huff, turning your head away from him and towards Tao’s mate, who’s looking at him in utter disgust - did he not sense Chanyeol’s scent all over you?

“Don’t be like that,” his voice is ringing through the air again, but this time, he decides to take it a step further - a clammy hand grasps at your shoulder, pulling roughly to get you to turn. “Come on, baby…”

“Let go of me!” You exclaim, slapping his hands away - he’s persistent, though, and Tao’s mate stands up to intervene-

A loud growl accompanies the large hand that grasps the man by the shoulder, flinging him forward and passed you, stumbling into the bar table painfully. There, standing in all his protective glory, was your mate - his eyes glared with bright yellow and his teeth were bared, and it only seemed to get more intense as he strode towards the man, grasping him easily with one hand and pinning him against the bar table.

“Listen closely,” Chanyeol seethes, “I’m gonna let you go, you hear me? And the only reason I’m letting you go instead of ripping you in two is because of my mate - that woman you just tried to assault. Now, if someone ever tells me about having problems with you again, you can guarantee that I’m gonna find you, and I’m going to kill you.” The man nods frantically, almlst in tears as Chanyeol releases his grasp on him - he goes running into the crowds, almost tripping over his own feet. Chanyeol clenches his jaw, watching as he lets the man who hurt his mate run away - but he couldn’t lose control. He knew that you hated when that happens, and so with you in mind, he returns to where you are.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks quietly, holding your chin gently and tilting your head up to meet his eyes. You smile weakly, emotionally tired from the earlier events. Chanyeol sighs, quickly checking you for any bruises or scrapes, before he’s pulling you close, pressing kisses to your hair.

“I’m fine,” you mutter, accepting the lingering kiss placed to your hair. You meet his eyes - they’re no longer bright yellow, but instead have been replaced with his original chocolate brown colour, and his canines have shrunk. “I just - can we go home? I’m a bit out of it, now…”

Chanyeol nods, intertwining your hands together and gently brushing his thumb over your cheek. “Let’s go home, princess.”