i tried saving this as jesus christ but it was taken

musicalluna  asked:

in the early days, steve doesn't realize the avengers care about him a lot because they are vastly different people with vastly different socialization than the commandos, but then something happens to him in a fight and the avengers collectively flip their lids and that is how he learns he is Very Important to them

Steve had never been a stranger to friendly teasing. Bucky was a little shit, of course, but so were the Commandos. He’d been called every moniker that popped into his friends’ brains: “Captain Tightpants” (long before it was a cultural reference, thank you very much), “Captain Mom,” “Twinkle Toes,” “All-American Showgirl,” “Blushing Betty,” and names far more filthy. But he’d understood why. He was the commanding officer and he was, when it came down to it, a greenie who got damn lucky 95% of the time. Dugan, Dernier, Falsworth, even Bucky, they all would have been infinitely more qualified to be CO, and so he knew where the teasing was coming from. He knew it was his men’s way of telling him they cared for him while keeping his ego in check. (Bucky could’ve told them Steve was a good enough self-critic as it was and they all could just damn well stick to the dancing references.)

The Avengers, though. Steve had no idea what to think of the way they spoke to him.

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Patater Week - Day 5

Feb. 10 - Social Media Shenanigans – Jeff kind of wishes that he didn’t know Kent and Alexei apparently sext each other through Snapchat pretty regularly. 1.3K

“What the hell are you doing?” Jeff asks, a towel over his head as he enters the locker room.

Kent doesn’t even look remotely embarrassed as he pulls his shirt down and pockets his phone. “Sexy snapchatting my boyfriend.”


Alexei Mashkov likes his men blond, shameless, and a little stupid, he supposes. There’s no helping taste.

He shouldn’t be that surprised when, that night while marathoning Game of Thrones by himself, he gets a notification that he’s received a snapchat from Kent. When he opens it, he nearly drops his phone and spills his cup noodles all over his crotch.

Miss you lots babe, when you coming to Vegas??? Providence is no fun, the caption says. The Kent in the photo is lying down on what seems to be super soft blankets, the picture taken from the up-down to showcase Kent’s exceptional abs all the way down to his low waistband. He has an actual finger in his mouth, like he’s trying to play coy. It’s clearly sent to the wrong person. 

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carpe omnia

pairing: reader x min yoongi

genre/components: very light angst & fluff // yoongi has photographs of everyone and everything he loved, except you weren’t in any of them

count: 3360 words

a/n: because i love photographer!yoongi and cheesy yoongi in general; carpe omnia means to seize it all // © image

Min Yoongi, everyone knew, could find the beauty in all the ordinary.

His hands produced magic within every photograph, with every click and shutter of his lens. He could be found standing in the glow of the afternoon sun, scarf wrapped around his neck, beanie on his head, his camera raised to his face as he attempted to seize the little moments. The short, flitting moments in time that went by unnoticed to most but Yoongi saw otherwise.

“There’s always something in all the nothing.”

That was his philosophy. Photography was the reason you managed to find him. When you saw his photographs displayed in an exhibit, your breath had been knocked straight out of your lungs. There was the depth to his compositions, shadows positioned perfectly to highlight his subjects. They were unedited, you had been reminded by the brochure. All of these photos were untouched. Pure. There was beauty in that fact. Too often you’d find photographs altered to enhance the tiny potential. But Yoongi, instead of relying on human-produced tools, had drawn out the potential of ethereal reality through his lens. This was the reason why you’ve been trailing after his work for so long, trying to pick up the puzzles of every piece he made.

“Do you like it?” A man had stood by your side, headphones hanging loosely around his neck. He looked a little young, fresh-faced.

“I love it,” you smiled honestly.

“Why?” He asked, curiosity in his tone.

You had laughed, biting down on your lip, “I honestly can’t say much about technique since my strength isn’t in photography. But there’s something raw in all of these that just gets to you. Something so incredibly normal about it that makes it a little abnormal. In a good way. Does that make sense?” Turning to face him, you had been taken aback by the look of sheer surprise in his face.

“Good to know someone understands,” he murmured under his breath. Before you could respond, he was already walking away, headphones over his ears. You hadn’t known then that the mysterious, enigma of a man, Min Yoongi had been standing right next to you.

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a-broke-in-heart  asked:

Hi! I have been binge reading all your imagines. Lol(ol) they are just so good! You're an amazing writer! Will you please do an imagine where the RFA characters (plus V and Saeran) finally propose to MC, please?

Thank you so much, you’re so sweet! ^^ I hope you like it! Here it is…

RFA + Saeran and V proposing to MC


  • He was getting established as one of the most promising actors of the country and was in good terms with his family. So yes, it was time.
  • He wanted something grand as that RFA party when he introduced you to the world as his girlfriend
  • So he planned to propose you on stage during his musical, right after the first act, as he told the director and the whole staff. The director said it would be better if he could do it during intermission, so it wouldn’t delay the whole exchange of scenarios. Zen wasn’t pleased, but he could understand
  • He was only hoping that not too many people would get off their seats and stay to watch what he’s planned for you.
  • The night finally came, he was feeling more nervous than usual, nothing could go wrong! So when the first act ended, he quickly came back to the stage: “Excuse me, everybody. Before you get up, I just have to say something to a very special, lady who’s here today.”
  • “You see, I introduced her to all of you a couple of years ago, and after all this time, there wasn’t a single day she didn’t make me feel the happiest man of the world. Even when press criticized us for living together without being married, she didn’t mind and stood by my side, loving me and supporting me. So, I just want to make it clear I’m not doing this to make media shut up, I’m just making it official something I know it’s right for the first time I looked at her.  So, MC, would you mind coming up here?”
  • He looked at your usually reserved seat, but… you weren’t there? Where were you? He started panicking and looking to everybody, oh… that was so embarrassing.
  • You got back from the bathroom, you couldn’t hold until intermission, so you left a few minutes before the end of first act. When you got back, you saw Zen on stage… what was he doing there? “Oh… there she is!” and the whole crowd looked at you.
  • Oh my… can’t a girl pee right now? You looked around very puzzled, what was happening? “Miss, you should go up that stage…” said one person in the audience. What? Why?
  • “MC, come here, babe.” He was trying to stay calm, but you always knew when he was about to freak out, he was a good actor, but you knew him better. So you went up that freaking stage before things could get even weirder for you. “What’s happening?”
  • “MC, where were you? I was so worried…” he hugged you ”I… was… outside…” you wouldn’t tell all those people you were in the bathroom, for god’s sake! “Oh my God, for a second I thought you didn’t like the musical and went home. Can you imagine? Proposing to her on a musical she didn’t like it?” he asked the audience.
  • “Wait, you proposed to me?” “What?” “What what now?” “You… proposed to me… now?” “Oh… oh, you didn’t hear it, right? Oh, I’m so stupid! Crap, let me start it again… just…” “No! No… just… say it.”
  • “Are you sure? (you nodded positively, smiling) Okay… so… (he went down on one knee and showed the ring) MC, will you… marry me?” “YES! OF COURSE!” you hugged him as he got up and gave him a quick and sweet kiss. The audience stood up and applauded.
  • You had the chance to watch his speech on the news later, but what made you two laugh was the fact that the media was thinking this was an act prepared by both of you. Everybody was enchanted by the couple that managed to turn a marriage proposal into a little comedy sketch and entertain everybody during intermission.


  • He is a big geek, we all know that. But he didn’t know you were a bigger geek than him.
  • You have big collections of mangas and action figures from animes and video games and all that stuff. He loves it so much! You are, indeed, a truly match!
  • And Comic Con was finally coming to Seoul, so proposing to you there felt like the obvious move. You made him a very cool LOLOL cosplay and you had your own too.
  • He wasn’t happy about all those guys looking to your very revealing cosplay, but you kept holding his hand, showing everybody you were taken by this cool and sweet dude right there.
  • But then, somebody approached him: “Here! I found the guy! Let’s go, you’re late! “Late for what?” he tried to escape “For the cosplay contest!” “Wait, I’m not… I didn’t… sign up for it…” The staff member didn’t even hear it, he was just so busy and needed everything done, plus, it was crowded there and Yoosung barely whispered in panic. Oh no… the proposal…
  • You lost him in the crowd, so there were you looking for the cosplay contest. Why didn’t you sign up for it? Nevermind, you needed to save your very shy and stage frightened boyfriend that was about to face an even huge crowd now.
  • You found the cosplay contest and he was next in line to perform. He surprisingly spotted you, actually, it was no surprise, you were so special and unique to his eyes he would find you in bigger crowds than this.
  • And as he looked at you like that, he knew he should take the best out of this situation, so when it was his turn, he actually performed it! He knew by heart all those character moves and it was so good to watch it! People were living for it, and you were… mesmerized.
  • He got a full ovation from the crowd, and he could only look at you smiling widely and cheering him. So when the host came to talk to him, he knew this was the moment. “So, contestant number 5, we can all agree this was freaking amazing, dude!” “Yeah, thanks, I’m just… doing everything I can to impress my fiancée over there!” he pointed at you, you were so happy and he looked so cool and… what? What did he say? “I mean, she’s not my fiancée yet, but I hope she’ll be after I do this…” and he went down on one of his knees, the host and everybody were freaking out: “JESUS CHRIST, GIRL! COME ON TO THAT STAGE RIGHT NOW! THIS IS GEEK LOVE, EVERYBODY!”
  • You felt your heart overflowing in love for him, you could not believe you were seeing this new and bold side of him in such a special moment, so you went to that stage and the host handled the mic to Yoosung. “MC, will you marry me?” “Yes… I will…” your voice was breaking because you were crying. He put the ring in your finger and you kissed.
  • The crowd was going crazy! Most of people thought this was adorable, but you swear you could hear some of those fanatic LOLOL fans shrugging: “Pffff! This isn’t even cannon.”


  • Truth be told, she didn’t mind too much about getting married officially, you two loved each other, lived together, wasn’t that enough?
  • But you told her how much you considered same gender marriage a huge political statement, and she caught herself thinking about this a few times
  • So she knew she had to do this! Not only for you two, but for every girl who doesn’t think she’ll ever find true love and happiness just because she’s not straight
  • She wanted something big, she was always so discreet about everything, her love for you couldn’t be discreet!
  • She had a few ideas, but none of them seemed grand enough, so she asked for advice to the person who was all about grandness: Zen.
  • Zen told her to bring you to some of his musicals. After the show was over, she could propose in front of the whole audience. Grand, romantic, and for everybody to see… Yep, that would do!
  • But he told her not to buy the rings yet… she didn’t understand, but he said she should trust him. Would he buy the rings for you? “Hmmm… will I?” that’s all he said
  • So the day came, and she could barely pay attention to the musical, which you found… odd.
  • When it was over, Zen gathered everybody’s attention before they could go and said that a good friend of him had something really important to say to another good friend of him.
  • You two came up on stage, you were a little puzzled. “MC, I can’t even express in words how much you changed my life in such a little time. I was so lost in life, stressed and relying on money… but life is so much more than that, right? It’s also about finding happiness, and you are this God’s gift who managed to bring me happiness in both professional and personal fields, it’s also about being able to love whoever you desire, and you’re the one I love, MC. So… will you marry me?” sh
  • You did a very exaggerated offended face: “Oh no, Zen! Can you believe she stole my line?” she looked at you two and you both were smiling in a playful way, now she was the one who looked puzzled. “MC? Zen? What’s happening?”
  • “Well, apparently MC here loves a plot twist!” Zen said cheerfully. “What do you mean? MC, what’s going on? I don’t…” so you went down on one of your knees and took the rings out of your pocket “I mean, I’m not trying to copy you,but… will you marry me?” you never saw her smile so widely, it was absolutely hypnotizing! “Well, I asked first, you know…”
  • So you were both on your knees standing in a front of a whole audience who was waiting to see which one of you would say “yes” first.
  • And you did, because yes, she asked first, but you reminded her: “But I thought about it first! Zen here is my witness when we went to buy the rings.”  
  • “Oh, who cares about that? Just kiss it already!” Zen yelled and the audience applauded. So you two did it. Amazing, she wanted to show everybody her feelings for you, but now, in front of this crowd, but all she could see was you.


  • With him is quite the opposite. He was used to do grand things for you all the time. Renting a movie theatre for your movie night, for example?
  • But something important like this should be shared only between the most important people, so he asked you to invite your family to dinner in his penthouse, he would invite his father and this would be a lovely family confraternization., that’s what he told you.
  • You could tell he was nervous, he was clearing his throat a lot and loosening up his tie, but what was really suspicious is that Elisabeth the 3rd was nowhere to be found.
  • As much as you loved your parents and liked Mr Chairman, you were feeling a little uncomfortable, why was everything so formal? Even Jumin looked stiff, well, stiffer than usual. This didn’t look natural to you…
  • At some point in dinner, Jumin proposed a toast to “the amazing woman who came without a warning to change my life forever, and to how grateful I am for that.” You blushed, a little flustered since your parents were there.
  • “Now, to the main event of the night, I’ll need Elisabeth the 3rd’s help with something. Elisabeth?” he called in a sweet tone. Nothing…
  • “Elisabeth? the 3rd?” now it sounded a little concerned. “Oh my… just wait a little, MC!” he patted your arm and let you in the dining room. Awkward…
  • Why was he taking so long? You were tired of waiting, so you went to look for her too. “MC, let me take care of this, please.” “Let me help, I’m worried too” and it’s freaking awkward in the dining room, please…
  • “It’s not about worrying, MC, it’s just… oh no, Elisabeth!” and there she was, sleeping next to the window, her collar was destroyed. “Oh, poor thing, Jumin! She hates those collars, why you insist on…?” and then you saw something shining against the moonlight. “MC, I didn’t planned to be like this, let’s just go back…” “Jumin, is this…?”
  • “Yes, it is! But I would much rather do in front of our families and…” “Do it, Elisabeth is here, she’s family.” “Are you sure?” you smiled and whispered a yes.
  • “Ok, I… prepared a speech, but it was a different scenario on my mind, so I guess I should improv? MC, I… everyday with you feels like a new journey to me, I never was the adventurous type, but you give me such a need to explore! Explore the world with you, explore new feelings, new sensations,new ways to make you happy, anyway… I want to explore a married life with you, MC.Will you join me in this journey? Will you marry me?” he got on his knee and went to put the ring on your finger. “Oh… we should sanitize it first, who knows how long it is on the floor?” “Nah, I don’t mind it, just put it” seeing how you were so sure and happy, he obliged and smiled softly, you went down to kiss him sweetly.
  • You went back to the dining room and shared the big news. Jumin was more relaxed, Elisabeth was with you two… okay, now this feels natural.


  • Marrying at the space station? Pretty much impossible! Proposing at a space station simulator developed by NASA still in test phase? Not that impossible…
  • All he needed to do was create a force task of very skilled hackers and a powerful man with a lot of influence to protect you if you get caught. That is, Saeran, himself, Vanderwood and Jumin.
  • So he blindfolded you saying he had a surprise, you just knew you got into a plane and then on a car, and Saeyoung kept giving and receiving instructions during all the trip.
  • When he said you could take off the blindfold, he just gave you this special suit. Put it on fast. We don’t have much time left” he was so serious… what was happening?
  • You obliged, yet very confused. And looked at him as if he was suspicious as he took your hand and leaded you to this big construction.
  • You just felt your feet get out off the floor and when you noticed, you and him were floating. Like… there was no gravity… oh, you got it now…
  • “MC, I wish I could make this last longer, but we don’t have much time, I just need you to know that I love you! The universe is so big, yet we two managed to find each other right here on Earth and…” “I can’t believe you are saying something so tacky, you fool!” it was Saeran through the wireless earpiece Saeyong was using. “Yes, dude.You planned this whole operation and couldn’t even come up with a good speech?” Vanderwood agreed.
  • “Shut up! you got scared, thinking he was talking to you. “No,MC! I’m talking to the guys with this, see?” “Saeyoung, what’s happening?”you asked, very confused
  • “Oh… is that, hum… I… I just…” “Can you believe this? He won’t shut up at home, and now he can’t even form a whole sentence?” it was Saeran again. “Dude, wrap it up! We don’t know how long we can hold this for you!” “Will you two back off? I mean, not from the operation, but… can you two give us some privacy? “I can’t believe I’m hearing this from you!” Vanderwood cussed.
  • The three kept arguing, watching a guy apparently discussing with himself in a place with no gravity? Yep, definitely your definition of fun! But then you saw something shiny slipping away from Saeyoung’s suit and floating, it was round and silver, it was…
  • “Saeyoung… is this…?” he looked at you flustered when you caught the floating ring. “MC! It wasn’t supposed to be like that! I had a great definitely not tacky speech to you and…” you sloppily moved your arms like you were swimming to go to him: “Just ask anything you want, and I’ll say ‘yes’” and you went to kiss him… but Saeran interrupted again “Just watch it, he’s going to ask her ‘Does Jumin Han is gay?’” “Okay, that’s it! I’m shutting you two out!” Saeyoung threw away his earpiece and said almost tripping in his words: “MC, will you marry me?” “Yes! Yes, Saeyoung, I will!”
  • “Good, now let’s get out of here, before we get caught!” he grabbed the earpiece and put it on “We’re ready to get out, guys! And how did you know I was going to ask her if does Jumin Han is gay, Saeran?” “You’re talking to Jumin now…” Oh shit!


  • You two were hanging at a park, lying down on the grass, looking at the clouds and talking about everything.
  • “Look! That cloud looks like a ring!” you told him. “You know? Like those rings with a big diamond on it you only see in cartoons?” “I don’t watch cartoons.” and it wasn’t necessary asking why he haven’t  watched it as a kid, right?
  • “ Why? You think is a kid’s thing?” “Yep.” “Hmmm… that’s too bad, I was thinking about inviting you to a sleepover at my place on friday, and who knows? We could watch some cartoons on saturday morning, but… oh well…”
  • “It’s not a sleepover if I’m basically sleeping there every night, you dork!” “Yeah, that’s right… what was the last time you got back to your brother’s place?” neither of you remembered.
  • You giggled. “It’s like if we’re married” “Yep.”  Silence… and then you heard a whisper “So marry me…” you sat and stared at him, surprised. His eyes were closed, he opened one when he noticed you were staring.
  • “What?” “What?” he asked back. “What did you just say?” “I-I didn’t say anything!” “Yes, you did! You did that cute weird thing when you whisper something sweet to me thinking I’m not listening it!” “I don’t do that and I didn’t do it right now! Stop saying crazy stuff!”
  • You squinched your eyes to mess with him and leaned to him, reaching his ear. “Yes…” “Y-Yes what?” he looked nervous “Just… yes.” “A-Are you serious?” then you whispered again: “Yes.”
  • You kissed his forehead and got up, he was looking at you as trying to notice if you were joking, you weren’t. Poor boy is blushing hard, not only because you said yes to this awkward proposal, but also told him you listened to all the compliments he whispered along those months, oh man… now he’s wondering which cartoon he has to watch to see what kind of ring you would like it.


  • It was time for him to take his responsibility about your relationship and stop punishing himself.
  • So it would be two birds with one stone. He would finally do the eye surgery and propose you right after. He wanted your surprised and thrilled face to be the first thing he would see in a long time.
  • The only one to know about the surgery was Jumin. V asked him to keep his usual discretion and don’t tell you anything until the surgery was finished.
  • But what V forgot is that it was almost impossible to stop you to find something out. He could never hide something from you himself. He wasn’t able to see, but your sweet tone when you pouted and your lower voice when you gave him a deadly glare were enough to make him talk.
  • These were even more effective on people who could see, and not even Jumin was immune to your persuasive abilities, but he was brave enough to don’t tell you the whole thing. “V is in the hospital, MC.”
  • “T-The hospital? Why? What happened?” oh, maybe V should have told his secret to a more sensitive person… “It’s just a small procedure, don’t be so alarmed.” “P-Procedure? You mean surgery, right? Oh my God…” you were panicking, was there something wrong about his health you haven’t noticed? Of course there was, he would never tell you for you not to be scared. And you were such a selfish little brat you couldn’t even notice by yourself, right?
  • “Jumin, take me to the hospital right now! I wanna see him!” “MC, I told you not to be so concerned, he will be fin-” THE DEADLY GLARE! SOMEBODY SAVE HIM. “Yes, let’s go.” he wouldn’t be there having to watch this just because his friend needed to do something that grand and ambitious.
  • The doctor greeted you two “Oh, mr Han, right on time! The surgery went well, we were about to call you, as you requested.” “I knew it was a surgery! What happened? Can I see him?” the doctor also knew what was about to happen. “And you must be MC, right? Yes, he’s waiting for you…”
  • Your heart felt heavy inside your chest and the tears rolled down from your face. Apparently, he was fine, but why didn’t he tell you he was ill in the first place? You went to the room he was only to find balloons, flowers and a V on one of his knees, looking directly at you.
  • “I knew it, you’re the most breathtaking woman in the world. But why the tears, my love? This wasn’t a part of my fantasy for this moment” “How do you know I’m crying, I didn’t say anything… wait, can you see me?” “Is your shirt blue?” “V! You’re… you’re seeing? This is amazing, honey! This is…” you rushed to hug him. You were so used to his blindness now, if he felt comfortable like that, you wouldn’t insist on convincing him to do the surgery, and apparently you didn’t need to.
  • “But wait… what are you doing on your knees? Can you be like that?” “Yes, don’t worry about me, my love. I just needed to do this conforming tradition… MC, I pictured this moment in my imagination a million times, but I need to hear it from you for real now. Will you marry me?” “Oh my God, V! Yes! Yes! Of course!” you hugged him and made him get up to kiss him. “I’m sorry to scare you, love, I wanted to be a surprise…” “You bet I was scared! Don’t ever do that to me again!” you stared at him. “Oh God, the glare… is even more terrifying than I thought…”
Our Brooklyn Promenades (Part 1)

Summary: [Y/N] is enjoying her peace and quiet at the laundromat.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1584

Warnings: None.

A/N: I was missing New York City a lot, so I decided to write about it. It’s a lot of fluff. Knowing me, I would have gone for pain and angst… but you can thank my sister for the fluff. She wanted Steve to have some happiness… and he sure does deserve that. Happy reading!

Masterlist | Also available on AO3 (see bio description for the link).

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

Chapter 1: The Laundromat 

If she were really silent and listened attentively, [Y/N] could perceive the enrapturing echoes and reverberations of the City: The rustling of her jeans’ pocket filled with old candy wrappers and money when she searched through it, the jingling of coins while she counted them in her hand, the flickering of the malfunctioning white lights in the quiet laundromat as she found an empty washing machine, the erratic juddering of performing laundry machines. [Y/N] enjoyed the insubstantial noises that filled the silence when she was at the laundromat. She closed the door of her selected laundry machine and put in her coins. She tried to come here every week so she would not have a very heavy load. She read a new book each time to make the time pass by quicker, while she sat on a dryer across from her machine. Technically, she was not allowed to do that and there were chairs around, but there was usually no one to stop her. The quaking buzz allowed her to calm her mind as she flipped through the pages and almost reached the end of the story. When the dinging sound came she put her book away, and put her headphones on, cancelling out other sounds. Happy with her choice of music, she began to unload the machine. Her newly cleaned clothes smelled wonderfully fresh. It was a scent she could smell forever. She sighed contentedly while she put her clothes in a clean bag and softly sang along to the music in her ears.  

“Excuse me, ma’am?” A man behind her said, but she did not hear him. He made another effort, tapping his finger on her shoulder and his voice a bit louder, “Excuse me, ma’am?”

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Women’s March

Summary: Steve watches over the safety of the Women’s March… but he didn’t realize the threat was Y/N. 

I wrote this through my frustration and anger at our country’s current political situation. It was somewhat cathartic…

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader [Platonic Bucky]

Word Count: 1,472

Steve was in full Captain America gear: mask strapped on tight and shield securely on his back. He paced the length of the roof he was observing from. Every so often, he’d glanced down at the marchers below. Seeing a wave of pink brought a small, content smirk to his lips.

Someone’s feet landed behind him. Steve remained calm. He’d know those footsteps anywhere.

“It’s sort of amazing, isn’t it?” Bucky said as he walked up behind Steve. He too was watching the women below.

“Sort of?” Steve scoffed at the use of vocabulary.

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Save Me

Originally posted by spnjensenlove02

Title: Save Me

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (kinda), Sam, Rowena (mentioned)

Rating: NC-17 for angst, attempt at humor and explicit sexual content. Also some reference to the effects of drugs.

Summary: Something’s wrong with Sam and Dean calls someone he’s been trying to forget for help.

A/N: I’m trying to get used to writing in third person again so I’m sorry if this is sloppy. Constructive criticism and comments are highly appreciated! (Also, sorry for the ginormous gif, but it does things to me.)

Click here if you want to hear the Queen song I used. Dean made up his own lyrics, but it might help to hear the tune.

This is based off a prompt given to me by @therealdeanwinchester13 from the super crafty “Writing Box Challenge.” Thanks for allowing me to participate! The prompt is, “On a scale of zero to Australia, how dangerous is it?”

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anonymous asked:

I really liked this earlier Imagine: 'Imagine in ep 1 they party stops to sleep for a little bit and Claire is freezing, so Jamie offers to warm her discreetly'. Would any mods be willing to continue this story or another alt point-of-view where J & C get closer, more affectionate, more sexual tension in those moments in beginning of book Outlander? Love your fanfic!! You ladies are so creative!

Mod Note: Hey anon, I opted to do simply another version of the “Claire’s cold” idea rather than a continuation of the earlier fic. I was dying to do a bit of pre-marriage Frasers (and I wanted a bit of a break from my beloved angst). This seemed to fit the bill!  Mod Bonnie 

Hail Mary 

Jamie deposited the night’s firewood, freshly cut, and sat down beside Murtagh, gratefully accepting the canteen of whisky and coughing a little in surprise as he took a swig. “This is fine stuff, man! Finer than your purse typically would allow, aye?”

“Nicked it from Dougal’s personal supply,” said his godfather with a grin, eyes glinting in the light of the new-lit fire. “Figured he willna miss it. And if he does, weel, he’ll have two days to forget about it before seein’ me next, won’t he!”

The party had split into two that afternoon when Dougal took half of the party and the wagons with him to replenish supplies at a nearby trading hub. The remainder had continued on their path, led by Ned, to carry on with the collection of rents. They would meet up again two days hence at the crossroads to begin the slow, circuitous route back to Leoch.

Jamie took another long swig before handing back the canteen. “Aye, well, ye’d better mind your back once he does see ye again, else—”

“What in God’s name??”

Jamie jumped to his feet at Murtagh’s exclamation, instinctively drawing his dirk. Ned Gowan had just come into sight in the hazy twilit distance, perhaps a quarter mile off. Gowan was walking slowly with Mistress Beauchamp on his arm. No danger, then, Jamie thought, resheathing the weapon; but no, as he peered into the distance, it became evident that something was terribly wrong. Tiny and frail as the ancient lawyer was, he was supporting almost all of the lady’s weight.

Jamie’s heart lurched, and the world seemed to narrow dizzyingly to a single point.


His Claire

He ran to her at breakneck speed, blood hammering in terror. As he drew close, he could see that she was soaked through. Her lips were nearly blue, and she was shaking like a leaf in a gale as she struggled to remain upright against Ned.

Jamie elbowed aside the other men who had run to help, and scooped Claire up possessively into his arms, eyes and free hand frantically searching her for damage even as he did so. “Claire? Lass, are ye hurt?”

Jesus, she was completely soaked through from head to toe, nearly double her normal weight from it. Jamie could feel the icy water from her clothing and hair soaking into his shirt and plaid.  She was conscious, but couldn’t seem to keep her eyes open. They fluttered uncontrollably as she make tiny, weak whimpering sounds. 

He pulled her tighter against his chest as he turned and made for camp as fast as he could, murmuring softly to her, “Dinna fash, I’ve got ye, now, Sassenach.”

I’ve got ye, now, mo ghraidh.

“How the devil did she manage to do a fool thing like that?” Murtagh was shouting at Ned from behind Jamie as they all hastened to camp.

“My fault, all my fault it was,” Ned was wailing, disconsolate. “We were, ah, walking along the river talking and looking for cress and the like. I lost my footing and, well, careened into her, and she, ah, she fell down the bank and into the water. It was quite a deep section of the river and she went all the way under.”

“The puir lass—and it near cold enough to snow tonight,” came Geordie’s panting from furthest behind. 

It was cold tonight, the sun now fully down. And, God, she was pale as a corpse. “How long have the two of ye been walking to reach camp?” Jamie demanded over his shoulder. “How long has she been like this, man?” 

“Nigh on a quarter of an hour. Terrible, terrible, all my fault,” Ned moaned, wheezing. 

Ifrinn, a quarter of an hour on a frigid night such as this. Jamie shuddered and redoubled his pace.  

He reached the fireside at last, the remainder of the men crowding round. “Claire,” Jamie said urgently as he set her down briefly on her feet. “Claire can ye hear me?” 

She managed to remain upright, with him holding her elbow, but her head was lolling where she stood. He gave her cheek a few soft slaps to liven her. “Claire, listen to me, ye need to get the wet things off at once. Have ye a spare set of clothing?”

She nodded and started fumbling clumsily with the laces of her bodice. Christ, not HERE, he wanted to say, alarmed, but Murtagh was already walking up to the crowd with Claire’s bundle in hand. “No, leave it there, man!” he snapped at his godfather—was he the only one with a shred of decency?—as he stepped forward to pick her up again. “I’ll bring her over to her tent so she might—”

“She canna do it on her own, Jamie lad. Just look at her.”  

Sure enough, as Jamie looked down, he could see that her fingers were so stiffened with cold that she couldn’t even get proper hold of the laces. Murtagh’s assessment was confirmed by the lady herself. She couldn’t manage any words through her chattering teeth but her eyes shone clear with meaning: help.  

Jamie turned away for a moment, running his hands backward through his hair, praising Michael, Bride, the Holy Virgin, and all the rest that Rupert and Angus weren’t here; or Dougal for that matter. Jamie had seen the way his uncle looked at Mistress Beauchamp. Lord, did he look that way at her?

Hail Mary, full of grace. 

Rallying, and trying to infuse a note of chastity into his voice—though not entirely certain what that might sound like—he called out orders. “Ned and Willie, and Geordie, too: bring me the largest blankets ye can, quickly.” 

There would be only three men in camp, in the end, who wouldn’t be involved in either the screening or the undressing (for Murtagh had already stepped forward, bushy face impassive as he deftly took over the work of loosening the bodice laces), but it simply didn’t seem right to shuck the clothes off a lady in a camp full of men without taking some measures for propriety’s sake.

Behind the improvised screen of blankets, Murtagh and Jamie began the laborious task of fighting with the seemingly endless layers of wet fabric. Claire tried to assist as much as possible, but she could hardly do more than stand up straight, and even that was a struggle. Her body seemed determined to fold in on itself, to curl around the vanishing core of heat. They had to physically unbend her arms themselves in order to extricate sleeves and the shoulders of her stays.

As they reached the final layers, Jamie’s heart raced madly. Christ, dinna look…Dinna look…DINNA look. She’s your friend, not to mention a guest, and above all, a lady. It wouldna do to think about how round and soft and—look AWAY, man!

She was down to just her shift, now. Jamie kept his eyes stubbornly on the top of her head, but he could see from the corners of his vision that it, too, was sodden, clinging right around the curves of her—

DA is watching ye. Brian Robert David Fraser is looking down on ye RIGHT NOW from heaven. What would he say about the thoughts you’re having? 

Ye ken just fine what he’d say, and grown man or no, he’d put you over the fence and tan yer hide while sayin’ it!

He suddenly became aware that he had been standing still as a stone, fists and eyes clenched tight. 

Thankfully, Murtagh had already saved him the agony of having to assist with the final steps of their task. In his usual no-nonsense way (though he, too, had been taking a pointed interest in the sky to the greatest extent possible), he had removed the shift and gotten the dry one over her head before Jamie opened his eyes again.

Jamie grabbed one of the blankets from Willie and wrapped it around her, grateful to put an additional barrier between them, for he didn’t think he could have taken any more. His balls were aching and he could feel his heart thudding against his chest. Could she hear it? Surely she could, and he blushed red at the thought of what else she might have picked up on.  

Claire’s body seemed unprepared for the sudden rush of warmth, for she staggered and fell full against him. He felt the scalding heat in his blood curdle into shame.  Here she is suffering and half-dead and you standing there thinking only about her—well, her—you ken what you’re thinking about, and you’ll have done with it at once. 

She truly was in a bad way. As he lowered her to the ground beside the fire, he could hear her murmuring things; in English, but an incoherent jumble of words. The blanket was a warm one, a fine, thick rug of wool, but she was still convulsing madly. She melted slowly down to lay lifeless on her side.

Tucking the blanket more securely around her, and swallowing the pang that arose at thought of leaving her side, Jamie made for his own tent to retrieve his spare shirt. It was the one that Dougal insisted on ripping open at every opportunity, so it was a ragged thing, but dry. 

As he hurried back to the group by the fire standing huddled—anxious— around Mistress Beauchamp, he heard Willie pipe up, a note of worry clear in his voice. “We should have her put the dry gown on, now, aye? Blanket or no, surely she canna be warm enough in only her shift?”

There was a general rumbling of assent at this, and one of the men went to retrieve the additional garments from the ground.

No!” Murtagh grunted sharply, gesturing to where she lay. “Can ye no’ see, she’s nearly got the freezing sickness? Can barely keep her eyes open, poor thing, nor speak in a straight line. She needs body heat.”

Dead silence

Fitting, for Jamie thought he would die right there on the spot.

Ned cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Erm…surely, we couldn’t dream of proposing such an impropriety to a lady. To think of…putting her in such…ah…of having her be with a man in…in the altogether.

“It wouldna be skin on skin, ye dolt,” Murtagh said, rolling his eyes. “We dinna want to be struck down from above. Shirt-to-shift, though, aye, we could dream of it, because otherwise we’ll be bringing Dougal back her frozen corpse come morning.”

Ned was still unconvinced, blustering in righteous indignation to cover his discomfort. “Surely blankets and—and—and hot food will be sufficient to bring her ‘round? I certainly don’t think—”

“Mur…s’right…” They all looked down, for it was Mistress Beauchamp who had spoken. “Got to…”  Her eyes were still heavy-lidded, but her eyes were earnest as she looked up …at Jamie.

Oh, Holy God.

Murtagh led all the men a few paces away, and murmured low. “It should be one of the young lads. This thing must be done, but I willna have her be indecently exposed to someone who’s lain wi’ hoors.” All eyes turned automatically to the two sole virgins in the party.

Our Father, who art in Heaven…

Jamie looked sharply over at Willie, who shook his head, wide-eyed and stepped back a pace. 

“Right then, lad,” Murtagh said, with a look that froze Jamie straight through (Christ, surely it was all written there all over his face). “Get to it, then.”

And forgive us our trespasses…

Slowly, Jamie walked back to the fire, chewing the insides of his cheeks in anxiety. Lead us not into temptation, aye? Ha! He was duty- and honor- bound to leap headfirst into the very pit of the stuff.

Trembling, he knelt beside her, speaking very softly, unable to meet her eye. “Will ye…will ye allow me to wa—” His throat went dry, damn it all, and he had to swallow before he could finish. “—W-warm ye, Mistress?” 

Was that a hint of a gleam that flashed across her eyes as he glanced up? No, just more shaking from the cold…surely. But she nodded her assent.

Murtagh brought a number of grain sacks from the wagon and created a kind of supportive stack for Jamie to lean against as he held her. That was good. Lying down with her would not be good. Lying down with her would be verra good.

Hail Mary…full of grace….

Jamie focused pointedly on prayer as he laid the rugs and furs down. If he was to be sitting up all night, may as well be comfortable. He shucked off his jacket, feeling very chilly in only his kilt and shirt, and sat down, and Murtagh immediately shoved a particularly stiff and scratchy blanket, folded neatly, into his face.

He tried to push it aside. “I dinna think we need another. We’ve got three blankets as it is to go overtop, and—”

“This one isna to keep ye warm, lad,” Murtagh muttered sardonically as he dropped it—still folded—squarely onto Jamie’s lap. A few moments later, he was lowering Claire onto the self-same lap, making the prudence of the extra blanket abundantly clear. 

Her back was laid flush against his chest, and he brought his arms around her middle to keep her from falling off. Even through her shift he could feel just how cold her body was, shaking violently. Murtagh carefully arranged the blankets atop them both, then shooed the others away to their tents. For better or worse, they had privacy, just the two of them.

Jamie breathed deeply and forced all thoughts from his mind except those of Claire, the important ones: what she needed; how he could hold himself to best pass his warmth into her. He could feel the tension in her body as surely as he could feel the shape of it. The rigors of cold, certainly, but perhaps also a tremor or two of fear? Little surprise, if so. He was afraid, too, terrified of this wonder he held in his arms; terrified to imagine what she was thinking right now; terrified of the fragility of it all—that her life was in his hands. 

Lord, he prayed earnestly, that my body may be enough; that I might keep her safe and well, this night.

He adjusted his hold so that his arms lay atop hers, and began chanting low to her in Gaelic; one of the old, long songs, a ballad of protection and certainty. 

A long time passed, a very long time, and more than once he felt his heart squeeze tight in agonizing fear that she was slipping away. 

But as the pocket of warmth around them began to take hold, she slowly began to relax; the shoulders uncurling from their hunch, the arms beginning to un-clutch from her chest. Her breathing began to resume a normal pace, and her neck relaxed, her head coming to rest finally and fully against his shoulder

“Thank you, Jamie,” she breathed. 

He exhaled himself, both from the sheer relief of hearing her normal cadence once more—still weak, but controlled—and at the novel sensation of her words literally resonating against his skin as she leaned against him. It sent a thrill through him that made him dizzy as he replied, “Think nothing of it, lass—that is—Mistress Beauchamp.”

“You can call me lass. You’ve done it before, hundreds of times.” She gave a tired little laugh. “And you did undress me today, after all.”

That is precisely why I shall be observing all the formalities I can call to mind, woman, he though. Unclenching his teeth, he cleared his throat. “Are ye warming up, then?”

“Slowly,” she said, voice still faint. “My hands are the worst part, still. I can b-barely feel them.” She paused for a moment. “Erm…may I?”

He didn’t know what she meant, but it didn’t matter. “As ye please, Mistress.” He was hers to do with as she wished. 

She shifted so that she was sitting sideways on his lap. She slipped her arms around him, one around the front and the other around his back, hugging him like a tree trunk and pressing both hands flat against him. “Ohhhh… much better…you’re so warm.”

“Aye…aye, I’m g-glad of it.” He was. But her new position made it so that he could now feel each round breast pressing against him as well, as heavy and full as–

Hail Murtagh—MARY—Hail Mary—full of grace…

At last, she fell asleep. He must have drifted off himself, for when he awoke some time later, all was still. Only the watchman was alert, and he deep into the whisky, his back just visible across the clearing in the moonlight.

He craned his neck to look down at her. God, she just felt so right, there, in his arms, her own holding him just as tight, her head nestled in the crook of his shoulder. She smelled of grass; sweet grass, like in the meadow at Lallybroch. She was molded to him in sleep, just like when she’d allowed him to comfort her at Leoch. Practically strangers they’d been, and yet, she’d curled against him and bared her grief to him, let him hold her and share her pain. The trust and intimacy there had been between them even then had staggered him…and now

“Ye do break my heart, mo nighean donn,” he whispered hoarsely, reaching out to trace the air above her brow. 

Suddenly, though he was certain he hadn’t touched her, Claire’s body tensed and she gave a—a moan? He sat—stunned—and gasped as she brought her hand up and touched his face, running her fingers back into his hair, cupping the base of his skull. She gave another—yes, Christ, it was a moan, and pulled herself tight against him, making him emit a sound of his own. Murtagh should have brought two extra blankets.

She wasn’t truly awake, for Jamie could see that her eyes weren’t even open; but God, how she moved, even out of consciousness. No longer deadened with cold: she was an ember, radiating energy and heat, ready to burn. She brushed her lips against his neck and exhaled, the hot breath raising gooseflesh down the length of his body. He could feel her close, so close, the thin layers of fabric between them seeming to melt away. He clutched her tight, wanting so badly to move his hands up, or down, both possibilities driving him mad with wanting: to twine his fingers in her hair and take her mouth to his; to have her straddle him so he could feel her, touch her, all of her. But he forced himself to remain still as she shuddered against him, to keep his hands squarely where they were on her back and shoulder. With her wedged so tight against him, undulating with apparent desire (Christ, would she be wet to his touch? he wondered, with a screaming, demanding ache in his balls), that grip was the only thing preventing him from losing all sense entirely.

All at once, she snapped her head up and locked eyes with him, her hands still on his face and neck, as if pulling herself up to him. They stared at one another, unblinking in the moonlight. He thought for a moment he saw something in her eyes…a smile? Then, before he could wonder further (or contemplate the notion of throwing her beneath him right there and then—and inviting the voice of Brian Fraser to go hang), she went limp as a rag doll and fell back against his shoulder, sound asleep once more. 

The whole occurrence couldn’t have lasted more than twenty seconds, but he was heaving as though he’d run twenty miles.

“Jesus Christ, Sassenach,” he wheezed, shifting his seat to ease his discomfort and looking down at her in a kind of feeble wonderment. “You’ll kill me for certain and damn me to hell all in one, before the night is out.”

Part Two 

katennara  asked:

To continue the in character Hyde in season 1 headcanon/meta, you think Jackie would had fallen in love with him earlier?

Not necessarily, just as he may not fall for her earlier either.

What would had changed it’s the way their interactions would had gone and the way his relationship and small crush on Donna would had worked out. I think, had he been in character since the pilot, his resentment towards Jackie would had been lesser with the past of the episodes after ‘Ski Trip’.

‘Ski Trip’ it’s the first time we see Jackie running into his arms when she is seeking comfort. We never get an explanation on why, and my guess is that writers did it for the laughs since he was presented as the cold hearted/jerk of the gang at the beginning, so having this girly girl wanting to hug him and cry on his chest was going to be ‘funny’, especially when he was, in ‘Ski Trip’, trying to get Donna.

(I also have this headcanon that Jackie may have gone to bear-hug Hyde to save Donna from the awkwardness, since she knew Hyde was crushing on her friend and was being stalked by him)

But joke’s on them because we didn’t see anything funny but cute in it, lmao.

Anyway, I think they could had formed an actual friendship and we could had seen it grow with episodes like ‘Career Day’ while they were hanging with Red, and ‘Prom Night’ (I believe this would still be the hugeeee HJ episode on season 1).

~ Prom Night ~

I’m making a whole section for this because I have given it a lot of thoughts since we first started talking about this posibility.

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The Charade

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Part Four

Master List

Pairing: Misha x OFC / Jensen x OFC
Word Count: 1,815
Warnings: language, mentions of domestic abuse
A/N: Here’s part four of mine and Nicole’s (@iwantthedean) collab! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)

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IronHawk (Part Fifteen)

Quick shoutout to my readers–had several of you reach out to me via messages/ my ask box and omg you are all the sweetest and I love you!!!!

A little NSFW this chapter, but nothing terribly graphic.
Spoiler Alert- Tom Holland as Spider-man because he’s the cutest and he never stops talking.

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Clint lay sprawled face down across his bed, face in the pillows, wings twitching irritably.

“Hey man, keep those things down. Nobody likes wind after a shower.” Logan complained.

Clint grinned into the pillows. Of course Logan had something shitty to say.

“Well don’t walk around buck ass naked and maybe the wind wouldn’t bother you.” he retorted, still keeping his face turned away.

After that thoroughly stimulating scene in the training room, Clint really wasn’t up to seeing his roommate in anything less than full battle gear and maybe covered in gore. But he knew from experience that Logan would have just a towel wrapped around his waist as he either went to the kitchen for a post training beer, or yep, there’s the smoke lit one of those cigars, filling the room with that signature scent.

Too bad the cigars didn’t cover the scent of Logan. The man smelled wild. Like trees and wind and cold. Not that cold had a particular smell, but if it did, it would be what Logan smelled like.

And it smelled good.

“So what did Coulson want?” Logan asked, lounging on his bed. He’d grabbed a magazine from the living room and flipped through it carelessly.

“Just want to see how my talk with Fury went.” Clint finally turned to face him, keeping his eyes trained on the blankets on Logan’s bed and not all the skin on display.


“And I told him Fury could fuck off. I’d go back to the Avengers if SHIELD ever stopped needing me.”

“And?” Logan tapped his cigar against his ash tray.

“And Coulson smiled that stupid half smile he does and moved right on.”

“Does he want you to go back?”

“He’s concerned that since I’m an original member of the team, they are suffering for me not being there. As well as worried that being separated from people that I've… well nearly died for, and certainly killed for, for such a long time is detrimental to me.”

“What, like he thinks you’re lonely?”

Clint shrugged into the bed, wings moving with the motion. “I don’t really know what he meant by that.”

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Surprise Visit- Derek Hale/Big Bro Dean Winchester (TW/SPN Crossover)

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Originally posted by teenwolfderekisbae

*first request and first request fill!! HELL YEAH! I got so excited that I felt to fully make it great, I needed to write over 1400 words. xoxox*

Request// Reader x Derek where you’re Dean’s sister but you’re in a serious relationship with Derek? And Dean finds out you’ve been a (TW) werewolf for a while (you go to Beacon Hills high, & you’re in Scott’s pack) and he finds out about your relationship? - @mxltifxndomklamille

“Derek…Derek stop!” you pleaded through giggles. No matter how much you tried to push away you couldn’t push out of his grip. “Lydia’s waiting for me outside and she’ll be pissed if you make us late.” He let out a grunt before finally releasing you. You gave him a quick kiss before grabbing your bag and heading out to Lydia’s car.

“Be safe,” he warned. “And don’t stay out too late, especially with Stiles.”

“I’ll bring home dinner,” you smile back at him, blowing him a quick kiss before rushing off to school.

For transferring to Beacon Hills High in the middle of school year, you did well in the courses. So well, in fact that you found yourself spending many evenings helping Scott & Stiles prepare for tests. After last, period, you hurried outside and waited for Lydia to give you a ride back home, but as soon as you saw the parking lot, you knew you weren’t going to get back to Derek soon.

Dean stepped out of the Chevy Impala and took heavy strides over to toward the school. Neither of you looked excited for the occasion. “Dean.. what are you doing-”

“Come on, Y/N,” he grabbed your arm and pulled towards the car.

“Someone’s going to think you’re kidnapping me..”

“Then the charade is over. You wouldn’t let your big brother get arrested would you?”

He opened the door and pushed you into the back while you both bickered. Sam sat quietly in the passenger seat, but threw you an awkward smile as you continued to grumble, Dean speeding off to God knows where.

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Okay so this one kinda the previous two chapters plot line but can be read individually as its own oneshot it focuses mostly on Kit and Ty. It’s longer than most of my other chapters! The other chapters are tagged under whyaremyfandomssocruel and up on wattpad if you want to find them! -Vanessa

Kit hated everybody at this stupid institute. There was Tavvy, the seven year old who acted like a four year old. Drusilla, who thought it was a good idea to name their daughter after a villain on Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Of course none of them knew what that was. Livia, the girl who was inseparable from Ty, so much so it creeped Kit out.

Cristina seemed kind but also had a sort of ‘holier-than-thou’ attitude. Mark spoke like Fey, who Kit was taught to never trust, no matter what. Julian was either parenting the kids, acting like an angst-ridden teenager or hiding in his studio. He didn’t even much like Emma, he was indebted to her, so he figured he’d be nice to her. Kit almost forgot about Arthur since he never saw him. Say what you want about his dad’s parenting style but at least he was there.

Finally the was Tiberius, or Ty, who held Kit at knifepoint. Surprisingly, he was probably on the best terms with him. Kit guessed he felt bad about their first interaction. Ty disliked training even more than Kit so he showed him secret hiding places from Julian when he came looking for them. Kit appreciated that.

Kit still wasn’t used to the aspect of having nine roommates, growing up it had always just been him and Johnny. Now there was a delegated meal time and training time. He never lived on a schedule, he didn’t even attend school. His dad taught him all he needed to know and his first rule was to stay away from Shadowhunters. Some good that rule was, what was he supposed to do? Avoid mirrors?

Last week they’d started drawing runes on him, one Emma called a Voyance rune on his right hand. Another on his arm for balance and a third on his back for silent footsteps. He protested the runes at first, still trying to hold onto hope that he wasn’t a Shadowhunter, that they’d been mistaken. But, he figured he’d need them to sneak out.

One thing he did appreciate was the food, Julian may have been in a constant state angst but the boy could cook. It was probably the only thing he’d miss. He definitely would not miss Jem and Tessa, who refused to call him Kit. He needed to leave tonight, while the rest were asleep because apparently Jace wanted to see him, shared bloodline and all. He wasn’t going to stick around for some guy who the kids spoke about like a legend. No thank you.

He’d written a note to Emma, explaining that she was cool and all but he needed to skedaddle. He’d been stealing food from the fridge for days now, just in case he was on his own for a while. He also took a sword and two daggers with him, he didn’t know what was gonna come after him.

It was 11 now, he’d have to climb out his window in about half an hour. No, before you ask, he couldn’t just leave through the front door. He tried that his first week and was quickly stopped by Emma before he was even two feet outside. She gave him a lecture about how he was safe in here and it was dangerous out there. Kit knew the risks, but Emma didn’t know what he’d dealt with before he came here, Kit could hold his own.

He checked through his knapsack one more time, he saw his two daggers, his food supply, a pair of jeans, some shirts, socks and underwear. He had the sword strapped to his back, it was just one he used in training whenever he actually went. He also had a thin blanket in there, a decent amount of cash and he’d stolen some of their supplies that would sell for a high price at the Shadow market but that they wouldn’t miss too dearly. He may have disliked them, but he was just going to suck them dry.

Kit figured he could live out of this knapsack, he already bought a bus ticket, he couldn’t stay where they would track him down. He would make it work. His dad had only been fourteen when he ran away from home, Kit was fifteen. He could do this.

It was 11:30, time to leave. He opened his window, his room wasn’t too high up, only on the second story. He just had to climb down a couple feet, then drop. He’d been practicing falling from high places with Emma, he was prepared. That still didn’t stop him from disliking heights. He took a deep breath and hitched one leg over the window seal, like he was riding a horse. He was in the process of swinging his other leg over when his door opened.

“Jace is going to be here in the morning so you should- what are doing?” Ty asked quickly.

“Jesus Christ, could you knock? I almost just fell to my death. You scared me so bad.” Kit said, trying to distract Ty from his current position on the window seal.

Ty mumbled an apology then said, “You’re sneaking out, aren’t you?”

Kit figured there was no need to lie, it was very obvious what his intentions were. “Yes, now if you don’t mind-”

“This isn’t a good window to sneak out of, that’s why they gave you this room. They expected you to try this.”

Kit blanched, he knew Shadowhunters weren’t stupid but to give him a room with windows so he had the false hope of sneaking out? That was just cruel. “How do you know?”

“Because my room is symmetrical to yours, both our windows are high enough that the drop would kill us and don’t have enough footing for us to climb. You can try jumping but if it doesn’t kill you then your legs will be too broken for you to run away.

"You can try climbing to the roof and going down from a different part of the Institute, I did that once. But I’m guessing you didn’t prepare to climb upwards, which is more difficult than it seems, trust me. I get why you want to leave, they’re my family and I’ve wanted to leave my fair share of the time. But trust me, this isn’t a good idea.” Ty said, putting emphasis on trusting him.

“Why would you want to leave, you’ve got Livia and the rest of them. You have a family.” Kit asked, hoping his voice didn’t sound too bitter.

“I’m guessing you only know a little bit about my family history. When I was eight my mom died. I still remember her pretty clearly, at the time she and Livvy were the only ones who could, or wanted to, it seemed, talk to me. When she died, I tried to run away with Livvy. She hadn’t much wanted to, but followed me anyway. My dad caught us within minutes and I didn’t try to run away again for a couple of years.” Ty explained.

“Why did you try the next time?” Kit asked, now intrigued. Despite his refusal to make eye contact, Kit thought Ty was a good story teller.

“Well there was a war five years ago-” he started.

“The Dark War, yeah my dad wouldn’t let me leave the house for weeks after this place was attacked. He brought me food and toys, it was like an apocalypse.” Kit remembered.

“Yeah, well we were attacked by Jonathan or Sebastian Morgenstern and some of his army. He had this cup, they called it the Infernal Cup, the Mortal Cup made Shadowhunters. This one made Dark Shadowhunters, or the Endarkened, linked to demons, instead of angels, like us. He turned my dad and our trainer Katerina. They became his slaves, and lost all their personalities. He also kidnapped Mark.

"So, all of my siblings went to Idris, except Mark who was taken by Sebastian and Helen who was already there. Later, the dark Shadowhunters attacked Alicante, the capital of Idris. Some of them came after the children. My dad was one of them.” Ty paused and swallowed.

He continued, “I was only ten so when he came to me, I didn’t think there was any way he wasn’t my dad. But Julian knew he would kill me if I came near him. So, he threw a short sword into his heart and killed him.”

“Oh, well that’s- that’s…” Kit mumbled, trying to think of a worthy response to that.

“It sucks, yeah I know. And now I know Julian saved my life but at the time I didn’t. I hated him for weeks. Soon, Jules was my only parent because Uncle Arthur didn’t do much or like me at all. So, I tried to run away. I was much more successful, I was gone for hours until Julian found and took me home. I forgave him around that time, not because I stopped blaming him for my dad’s death but because I saw how he was killing himself attempting to take care of all us at age twelve. I eventually stopped blaming him when I matured and realized just how far gone all of the Endarkened really were, even my dad.” Ty finished.

“So, the window isn’t my run away exit?” Kit said with a dark humor.

Ty shared the same dark laugh, “No. No, sneaking out isn’t a good option in general, Kit.” He was serious now.

“You don’t understand, I’m used to living on my own. Just me and my dad, and he’s dead now, so…” Kit’s voice trailed off as he remembered the demons tearing his dad apart.

“I know. But if you leave now, you will die. I promise you that. I know you think you can handle yourself, but your dad always protected you. If you’re truly on your own, you will not survive.” Ty’s eyes were blown wide open, he was clearly trying to force himself to hold eye contact with Kit as if it would prove his point more. Kit looked away first, he wasn’t sure if it was for Ty or for himself.

“I’m sorry, Ty.” Then Kit jumped from the window.

He heard Ty’s voice, distantly, shout “No!” Then he just heard the whistling of the wind as he fell. He hadn’t prepared to jump this far, but he knew Ty would stop him if he tried to climb down the wall at all.

Then he hit the ground. The sand was compact below him, he landed in a crouch, just like Emma taught him. He was not dead, like Ty said he would be, but pain coursed through his whole body. He quietly said some expletives before trying to stand. The sword strapped to his body dug into his thigh and his backpack had appeared to give him some sort of whiplash. His legs ached, but he figured he’d feel okay once he walked around some.

As soon as he was standing up fully a body flew down from his window like a rock. Kit just barely had time to move before Ty hit the sand beside him, landing like a cat. Despite Ty’s disdain of fighting he possessed the same skill that most Shadowhunters naturally had. Kit sometimes forgot he wasn’t just an intelligent boy who didn’t like to make eye contact. He was a warrior, whether he liked it or not.

Ty got to his feet within seconds, glaring at Kit. “I can’t believe you just jumped from your window.”

“I can’t believe you followed me, and lied. I am not dead and my legs are not- dammit.” Kit had put more weight on his left leg and a searing pain shot through him.

“I told you it was dangerous, let me give you an iratze.” He said, twirling his stele.

“No. You’re just going to give me the rune and then make me come inside. I’m leaving, and I have a bus to catch,” Kit said stubbornly, hobbling towards the street. He just had to walk three blocks and wait at the bus station.

“You can’t be serious. This is illogical. How does me giving you a rune equal you returning to the Institute.” Ty said, catching up with Kit easily.

“Because then I’m indebted to you. And I already owe Emma, I’m not owing another one of you. Now if you will excuse me-”

“By the Angel, let me give you an iratze, no charge.” Ty said, like he was talking to a child. Which Kit supposed was similar to how he was acting.

“How do I know you’re not going to just give me a rune that will knock me out?” But Kit read Ty’s face before he could reply. “Ah, because you’re rooting for me to leave. Despite what you say, you wouldn’t do that to me.”

“I’m giving just an iratze, but then I’m coming with you. Not- because I want to leave my family, I happen to like them a lot, but because I was telling you the truth. You’ll die out here without me. Now roll up your jeans.” Ty ordered.

Kit smirked and rolled up jeans, his smirk quickly changing to a grimace as he moved his leg. Ty drew the rune on his leg with unsteady hands. It burned Kit’s skin, he still wasn’t used to the feeling of the stele. And he wouldn’t get used to it, he was done with this whole Shadowhunter business. “How are you going to afford a bus ticket? I’m not spotting you.”

Ty laughed quietly then drew a rune on his arm. “It’s called a glamour, mundanes can’t see me when I’m using it. You might want one too.” Kit held out his arm and Ty drew another rune on him, his fifth one.

The pain in Kit’s leg was subsiding which Kit would’ve enjoyed much more if Ty wasn’t smirking at him. Ty had become increasingly cocky throughout the night, his steely grey dancing with amusement. “I know what a glamour is, by the way, it just slipped my mind.” Kit defended himself, Ty’s smirk only grew.

They were at the bus stop now and Ty’s eyes widened and he shook his head slightly. “So what kind of bus comes this late anyway?” Ty asked, his smirk disappearing.

“It’s just this one bus, it’s kind of a red eye route. My dad’s clients would take it all the time, you know sunlight and all.” Kit said. Ty kept peering over Kit’s shoulder. “What are you looking at?”

“I’m sorry, Kit. But you jumped out of the window.” Ty said, nodding at two people rounding the corner.

Kit immediately knew they were Shadowhunters, black runes running up and down their bodies. The girl was tiny but she looked about twenty, she had curly red hair and bright green eyes. The guy next to her had about a foot on the girl, he looked like a male Victoria’s Secret model.

“Ty… Who are these people?” Kit said, backing up slightly.

“I’m Clary, Clary Fairchild. This is Jace… Herondale. You must be Kit.”

Kit took off running. Unfortunately, the iratze was not a cure all. He made it five steps of agony before Ty was in front of him. “I’m sorry, Kit. They just want to talk to you.” Ty said slowly.

“I can’t believe snitched. And to Pippi Longstockings and Goldielocks?” Kit said, gesturing to Clary and Jace.

“Are you speaking in another language, I don’t know that one.” Ty said, confused.

“They’re story book characters.” Clary explained to Jace and Ty who both looked confused.

“By the Angel, he’s like a miniature Simon.” Jace whispered to Clary affectionately. Clary giggled slightly then lightly hit his chest.

“I can hear you, and I don’t know who Simon is but- actually I don’t care who Simon is. I have a bus to catch, so if you don’t mind. I’ll just be going.” Kit said, interrupting Jace and Clary.

If Kit thought Emma moved quickly, she was a bronze medal to Jace’s gold medal. He slid in front of Kit quick as a gunshot. “Hi, I’m Jace. I think you’re my cousin or something, but you are the only other living Herondale so, I can’t let you get on that bus.” Jace shot Kit a smile and Kit guessed it charmed most people. Kit was not.

“My name is Kit Rook. And I am getting on that bus.” Kit said, clenching his jaw.

“Hey, listen I get not wanting to go by Herondale. It was a long process for me too, first it was Wayland, then Lightwood, then Morgenstern-”

“Jace.” Clary said sharply.

“What? I’m just trying to tell him we’re similar on that front.” Jace said defensively.

“Wait Morgenstern? As in Sebastian-” Clary and Jace both paled. “What? Did you guys know him or something?”

“He was Clary’s brother, Kit.” Ty said quietly when the two didn’t reply.

“But you said your last name was Fairchild, and that his was Herondale…” Kit was very confused now. What was with these people and their indecisive surnames?

“My mom’s last name was Fairchild, her first husband and my birth father’s last name was Morgenstern. Jace was raised by him but isn’t his actual son. Jace’s dad was Stephen Herondale.” Clary explained.

“Okay…” Kit said slowly, trying to catch the eye of the bus driver who pulled up to the bus stop. He eye-begged him to stay put.

“Kit, I understand what you’re going through too. Better than most, I grew up thinking I was a mundane but I had no idea what the Shadow world was. Then my mom almost died and when I tired to go back to my old life without protection, I almost died. I know that it seems like the Institute is holding you hostage, believe me. But it isn’t safe out here.” Clary emphasized.

The bus left. Kit cursed. “Now my ride is gone, thanks a lot you guys.” He glared at the group, especially Ty.

“We’ll make a deal okay?” Jace said to him. Kit understood deals, he was brought up around them. That was how his dad put food on the table, by making deals.

“What kind of deal?” Kit asked.

“As soon as you’re well trained and able to protect yourself against almost any threat, you can leave the Institute. You can say goodbye to all things Shadowhunter.” Jace said. Ty looked somewhat upset over the deal being made.

“How will I be judged on if I’m ready?” Kit asked.

“Shadowhunters take annual tests, you can take it as often as you want and if you pass then you’re free to go.” Jace offered.

“You may not want to. Go, I mean. I thought I would, after I saved my mother. But Shadowhunting is in your blood just like mine or Ty’s and it will call you back.” Clary chimed in.

“So, do we have a deal?” Jace asked, holding out his hand.

“Deal.” Kit said, shaking his calloused hand.

The walk back to the Institute was short but painful, an individual iratze couldn’t heal broken bones, Jace told Kit. So, Clary drew another one on Kit’s leg. That made six runes.

“Should we go in through the front? It’s pretty late and the kids are probably asleep…” Clary said.

“Well we left through a window, so this is the only open door, especially since security has been increased over the years.” Ty said matter-of-factly pulling open the gate for them as they walked through.

As soon as they walked through they were greeted by an unhappy Julian. “Why in Raziel’s name- Jace, Clary I thought you weren’t coming in until tomorrow.”

“Clary portaled us down when Ty texted us saying Kit was making a break for it.” Jace explained. Kit turned around to Ty and mouthed really?

“Ty, you should’ve told me. All we saw was Kit’s letter to Emma and an open window. You two could’ve been a part of a suicide pact for all we knew!” Julian said, sounding more and more like a parent.

“I’m sorry, Jules, there wasn’t any time to tell you. Kit had already jumped from the window so I had to jump after him-”

“You jumped from Kit’s window!?” This time it wasn’t Julian who spoke, it was Livia bounding down the stairs, looking at her twin in disbelief.

“I didn’t get hurt. Kit did, I need to take him to the infirmary.” Ty said, gesturing to Kit’s leg.

“What’s going on down here?” Mark’s voice came from the balcony. “Jace and Clary, we weren’t expecting you till morning.”

Julian’s face turned dark. “They got in early. Go back to bed, Mark, you never wanted to parent anyways.” Julian just sounded exhausted.

Mark looked helpless, “Please, Jules, just let me-”

“You can’t help here, Mark!” Julian’s voice rose. “Besides, we just finished. Kit and Ty- to the infirmary, Livvy- to bed and Jace and Clary- I’ll show you to your room.” He said, in a voice Kit could tell was forced to be calm.

“Actually, could I stop to talk to Emma?” Clary asked, quietly. Despite his harsh tone Kit could tell Clary wasn’t intimidated by him. The kids had said they’d known Jace and Clary for years so she probably still viewed Julian as a kid.

Julian winced, physically winced, at the mention of Emma’s name. Then he sighed, his voice more gentle but resigned, “Yeah, of course. Livvy could you take them there, their room is going to be right next to hers.”

Livvy nodded and gestured for Jace and Clary to follow her. Mark had already gone back to his room and Julian was walking to his, shoulders slumped and tired. That just left Kit and Tiberius in the foyer.

Kit leaned to put some of his weight on Ty as they walked to the infirmary. Ty recoiled away from his touch. “Sorry.” They said simultaneously.

“It’s okay. I just was expecting it. You can lean on me.” said Ty.

“Thanks,” Kit said, putting pressure on Ty’s shoulder and felt relief as he put less weight on his leg.

“I’m sorry I lied to you about Jace and Clary coming.” Ty said, this was the first time Kit had ever heard him truly apologize.

“S'okay, I’m sorry I jumped out the window.” Kit offered an apology in return.

“Why, because you broke your leg?”

“Well there’s that. But I don’t want you to think your words didn’t mean anything to me, they did, I just feel like a prisoner here. That’s all.” Kit explained.

“If you ask Jules’s permission he tends to be okay with you leaving the Institute.”

They had reached a bed now. Ty helped Kit lay down in it and drew another iratze on his leg. “Thanks,” Kit said gruffly.

“I can draw one that will help you sleep, I know you have nightmares. I can hear you scream in the night sometimes,” Ty said, with little inflection in his voice.

Kit blushed furiously even though he knew Ty didn’t think that was embarrassing. “Yeah, sure that’d be nice.” Kit said.

“I have nightmares too. All of us do, really. Dru used to use this rune every night after the Dark War.” Ty stated. He drew the rune on his shoulder, his seventh. “Goodnight, Kit.”

“Goodnight, Tiberius.” And almost instantly, Kit was asleep.

The next morning, when Kit awoke, his leg felt much better. There was a wheelchair and a pair of crutches, it was like they were telling him “Are you going to be weak or strong today?” Kit took the crutches.

On his bedside table was a note, it read: Go to the door to your left. Maybe the Institute will feel less like a prison. -Ty.

Ty’s handwriting was a very messy scrawl, like he had more important things to do. Kit used the crutches to go to the door. Inside was a greenhouse filled to the brim with electric green plants. He recognized some of them as typical plants others recognized from the Shadow Market, they were all beautiful.

For the first time since his dad died Kit actually felt happy. He thought of Ty and his unnaturally beautiful face and wide, dark grey eyes. He held the note to his chest and thanked Ty silently.

My Father - Part One


Prompt: Can you please do an imagine when you’re Negans daughter and you get taken by another group as revenge and Negan comes to save you?

Ships: None
Words: 1,826
Warnings: Curses, Violence, whipping scene

You had been wandering aimlessly less than a mile away from the Sanctuary. You and your father –Negan- had got into a fight about how you didn’t think what he was doing to these other communities was right. You could see what his point of view was but you just didn’t think he should go to the extent of murdering people for it.

You heard a twig crack underfoot behind you. You turned on your heel quickly and without a seconds hesitation you had taken out your small, but lethal, pistol. You pulled the latch so that the safety flicked off with a small click. The only noises were the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind and the faint moan and groan of the walkers back at the long abandoned factory that had become your home.

“Anyone out there?” You said in a commanding tone. “I’ve got a gun on you, so come out with your hands above your head and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you live.” You said, a smart mouthed part of your father flaring up in you.

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[[ Imagine you getting kidnapped and jax and the guys have to save you, and almost losing you makes jaxs realize his feelings for you ]]

You stared blankly at the wall in front of you, turning over in your mind the exact events that led you to where you were. You turned your head to glance over at the doorway where one of your captors stood, gun in hand, waiting on you to make a false move. You let your head drop back against the wall behind you. Your arms were beginning to ache from the rope that was tightly tied around your wrists, and your mouth felt dry. You could feel your lips cracking beneath the tape stuck over your mouth. You didn’t know exactly how long you had been there, but you knew several hours had passed. You wondered how long they would keep you, what they planned to do with you. You didn’t even really know who they were, but you were sure it had something to do with the club.  You moved your eyes around the room, thinking to yourself that it was almost funny you had found yourself in such a crazy situation. You had always been the calm type, and you tended to stay out of trouble. But here you were, tied up in some old, leaky, creaky basement and being used as leverage in exchange for only God knows what. If you weren’t so terrified, you might have laughed. You weren’t sure what these men wanted. They clearly thought you were Jax Teller’s old lady, but you weren’t anyone’s old lady. You were just a good friend to the club. There were much better people they could have kidnapped if they were looking for leverage. You were just the unlucky one who found herself in their path, the wrong place at the wrong time. You heard a phone ring, and you realized it was yours. You watched it vibrate on the floor several feet in front of you. You wondered who it was, desperately hoping it was one of the SAMCRO guys. You knew you would be okay as soon as they found out what was happening and where you were. The man in the doorway called to another man down the hallway. It was clear they had been waiting for a call. The second man stomped into the room, momentarily glaring at you before he picked your phone up from the floor. 

“Hey, where are you?” Your heart began to pound as soon as you heard Tig’s voice on the phone. You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of hope, but the paralyzing fear you had been feeling all day still sat in the pit of your stomach. “Jax’s been looking for you all day, baby,” Tig continued.

“Tell your Pres the Calaveras got his girl,” the man spat into your phone. “We want guns, or the girl ain’t gonna live to see another day.” He hung up the phone, turning around and flashing you an evil smile that made your stomach turn.

You tilted your head up to stare at the ceiling. You felt your heart drop, wondering just how serious these people were with their threats. You knew Jax and the guys would do anything to get you back home safely. You just wondered if these lowlifes would keep their end of the deal.


“Shit,” Tig muttered, shutting his phone and slamming his fist down onto the bar. “Yo, Jax! We got a problem, man.” 

Jax walked towards Tig, eyeing him with a look of concern. “What?” he cautiously asked.

“They got Y/N, man.” Tig shook his head. “The crew Alvarez tried to patch-over.” Jax’s eyes widened as he listened. “They’re pissed we ruined their shit with the Mayans, man. They want guns.” 

“Jesus Christ,” Jax mumbled to himself, wiping his hand down his face. He shook his head, his eyes now blazing with anger. “We’re going to get her back,” he growled. “Now.” 

Tig nodded his head. “I’m with you, brother.”

Jax clenched his jaw, the rage inside him ready to boil over at any second. He was furious, and his rage would know no boundaries when he got his hands on the crew who had kidnapped you. He looked at Tig. “Call Chibs and Happy. Get ‘em here.” He turned to walk towards the door of the clubhouse, already on his way to his bike. He pointed back at Tig, who was following closely on his heels. “Tell Juice we need some intel. I want to know who this son of a bitch is and where he lives.” 

The men who had thought it wise to kidnap you for leverage didn’t know it yet, but they were about to play hell with Jax Teller.


You watched as your captor paced the room, his agitation growing by the moment. His plan wasn’t working out the way he had expected it to, and he was milling over what he should do about it. You looked to the window, noticing that it was getting darker outside. The sun was about to go down, and you were getting worried. What if the guys didn’t make it on time? What would happen to you? You had already taken a beating after he had gotten off the phone with Tig. Your body was bruised, and everything ached. You didn’t know how much more you could take. You swallowed hard, trying your best to stay calm. Jax would come through. You knew he would. Everything would be okay.

“Looks like Teller ain’t gonna come for you,” the man spat, the insanity clear in his eyes as he spoke. “Guess I’m gonna have to do somethin’ a lil’ more drastic to get his attention.”

He crossed the room, heading straight towards you. You closed your eyes and turned away as best as you could, bracing yourself for whatever he was about to do to you.

“Don’t lay a goddamn hand on her,” Jax snarled. 

You looked up to see Jax standing behind the man, his gun pressed to the back of the man’s skull. 

“I’ll kill you, you sick son of a bitch,” Jax told him, his voice calm and steady. You knew exactly what that meant. The moment Jax became calm, someone was bound to die.

The man threw his hands up in the air, glancing around the room for his partner. “Hey, man,” he mumbled, “It don’t gotta be like that.” 

“I think it does,” Jax replied, his words slow and calculated. 

You heard shuffling behind Jax as your other captor made an attempt to draw his gun. “Drop it,” Tig commanded. The man did as Tig said. “Kick it to me.” He kicked the gun towards Tig, and Tig leaned down to pick it up.

You watched as Chibs crossed the room, holstering his gun and leaning down to untie you. He ripped the tape from your mouth in one swift motion. “You okay, lass?” he asked, freeing your wrists from their painful restraints. 

You nodded your head, your eyes wild from the rush of adrenaline that was coursing through your veins. “Yeah. I’m okay.” You spotted Happy out of the corner of your eye. He was standing behind Jax, a menacing look spread across his face. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on these assholes. Chibs helped you stand. 

“You alright, babe?” Jax asked, sounding genuinely worried. His eyes looked pained as he looked you up and down, noticing the abrasions and bruises forming on your wrists and arms.

You nodded your head again, feeling overwhelmingly happy to be back with the people who loved you most. “I’m good.” 

Jax nodded his head, then he turned to Chibs. “Get her out of here. Take her back to the clubhouse.” 

“Aye.” Chibs took you by the hand. “Come on, love. Let’s get you home.” He led you away from the other men, knowing it was best that you weren’t in the room to witness what was going to happen next.



You shifted in your seat and looked up at Jax as he walked into the clubhouse. It had been hours since Chibs had brought you back. He and Gemma had found you some clean clothes, and Chibs had been kind enough to sit with you and comfort you until you were able to finally calm down. Gemma had brought you a blanket and a cup of coffee, and you had been sipping on it ever since, letting your mind wander as you processed the day’s events. 

You smiled at Jax as he stood in front of you. You couldn’t help but notice the bloodstains on the front of his white shirt. “You okay?” he asked, his eyes sad and full of regret. He sat down beside you. “Let me look at you.” He gently took one of your arms and inspected the damage. You weren’t too bad off, just some bruises and a few cuts from the rope. You would be fine in a few days. But Jax still wasn’t happy. He blamed himself, and he was pissed that he had allowed someone the chance to hurt you. He frowned as he looked up and down your arms and shook his head sadly. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He gazed into your eyes. “This never should have happened. It’s all my fault.” 

“Jax - ”

“I should have protected you,” he continued, completely cutting you off. “God, I don’t know what I would have done if something happened to you.” He took both of your hands in his. His eyes sparkled as he studied your face. “I felt like I couldn’t breathe when Tig told me they took you.” He shook his head and said nothing for a few moments.

“Jax,” you sighed, giving his hands a light squeeze. “It’s not your fault.” 

“It is my fault,” he argued, standing from the chair the two of you had been sitting in. The pained expression appeared on his face once again. “This shit never would have happened if I had just been protecting you like I was supposed to.”

“You didn’t know,” you assured him. “Salazar’s crazy. You had no way to know he was gonna pull this shit.” 

Jax let out a deep, frustrated sigh and raked his fingers through his blonde hair. He dropped back down to sit beside you. “I was scared shitless,” he admitted, his eyes wide as he looked at you. “I was so scared I was gonna lose you, Y/N.” He moved closer to you and took your face in his hands. He looked into your eyes like they contained something he had been dying to discover. “I’m in love with you,” he told you, his voice breathless, “I love you so much.” He shook his head, his eyes never losing contact with yours. “The thought of losing you made me insane,” he said, “I don’t ever want that to happen, babe.”

You smiled. Your heart felt like it might beat out of your chest. You couldn’t believe what Jax was telling you, and you couldn’t wait to hear him say it again. “What?” you asked, feeling overwhelmed and out of breath.

Jax’s lips curled into a small, almost undetectable smile. “Almost losing you made me realize how much I care about you, how much I love you.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. “I’m never gong to let anything happen to you again, babe.” 

You took a deep breath and leaned into him, finally feeling safe and at ease again. “I love you too, Jax.” 

Tim Shepard dating headcanons :

— requested

might have little errors, but I love it.

☢ he liked you because you were a good girl.

☢ your family was stable, unlike his, but you really didn’t like them sometimes. He’d always take your mind off of fights with your family.

☢ he’d sneak through your bedroom window and stay the night sometimes.

☢ he called his “Little Soc” when you first began talking, even though you were middle class but you did dress like that of a higher class Soc girl.

☢ he introduced you to smoking and drinking. He laughed when you coughed :

“Prove your not such a princess then, Princess.” He grins and hands you a shot of something clear.

You’re positive it’s anything but water, and knowing this you take it from him because you’re eager to prove that you’re not some goody-goody. “Jesus,” you take in the harsh scent.

“Drink it, Little Soc.” His eyes are blazing and blue, you can’t refuse. ‘No longer a good girl Soc’, you lift the glass to your lips.

The liquid slides smooth but stings. Having never drank much, never straight rum, you cough. You don’t mean to but the stinging feels suffocating and it irritates your throat.

Tim chuckles. It’s raspy and maybe even seductive. Maybe that’s just you. You almost regret taking the shot, but the look in his eyes prevents you from being too sorry.

☢ At first, you guys hated each other but he charmed his way into your heart.

☢ The relationship didn’t begin with him asking you out. It started with him kissing you :

“God, you’re so obnoxious!” You cry into the air in frustration. Your hands grip the fabric of your knee-length skirt. It was a way of releasing anger in a non-violent way, of course.

“And you’re oh-so-pleasant, too, you goddamned Soc!” He snarls back, running a hand through his curly dark hair. “Why can’t you just admit you like me, huh?”

You let out a loud huff of annoyance. “Because I don’t want to!”

Suddenly, Tim puts a hand on the bottom of your back and pulls you towards him. Before you can react he’s kissing you with passion and hunger. It feels different but similar to what you’d imagined, and you find yourself kissing back with a hunger alike his.

☢ “Tuesday night, doll. What’re you doing? I thought maybe we could head to the drive-in, and maybe you could meet some of my boys..?”

☢ “What’d you get on that test, Y/N? Go swell? We studied for a long time last night so I just figured…” He often helped you study, and it was cute because he’d read off flashcards in an unsure voice laced with obvious confusion.

☢ Tim made you less and less prudish and professional. You weren’t overly confident at all, just had high-standards and a general distaste for all those around you.  

☢ “So, what would you do if I just yanked on your little ponytail right here, right now?”

☢ You’d wonder about his personal life before you two were official, and he’d get bothered sometimes.

“Your mother,” you start unsure. “Why don’t you like her all too much?”

“I never said I didn’t.”

“You implied it, I inferred.”

“Well, apparently your inferring skills aren’t too great ‘cause if they were you’d get that I was implying your evacuation of my personal space. That enough fancy words for you to comprehend, Soc Princess?”

☢ Tim likes to lay flat on his back with an arm holding you to his chest. He’d tilt his head to your ear and whisper things; things about his day, things he loved about you, anything.

☢ Contrary to what most people assumed, Timothy never laid a hand on you. The relationship was soft and smooth for the first year or so. It was simple, then.

☢ He got drunk one night after coming to the realization that he loved you. He thought in his lousy state of mind that he should call you because to him, loving someone was important and for him it was something he’d always viewed as impossible.

☢ “Hey…” He’d warned one day. “Don’t get to looking like those girls we see all at Buck’s, alright? I know I tease you about it… But I don’t mean it, doll.”

☢ Tim wasn’t around all the time after the first year of you two dating, but in the beginning he was constantly making time to be around you.

☢ “What is it that you do, Tim?” You’d ask him deep, strange questions that you bottled up inside whenever you two stargazed. “What do you do when I’m gone?”

☢ Stargazing wasn’t the proper word for it. He liked to drive to playgrounds sometimes late at night when the kiddies were gone. He’d find a place on the grass near the swings that he liked to lay down with you in his arms. He liked to swing on the swings, too, and then leap off while the swing was still in motion. The fun in this trick was completely and totally unfathomable to you.

☢ He tended to buy or bring you milkshakes.

☢ Lots of people considered Tim to be the type of person to flaunt his girl, but he actually refrained from taking you to The Dingo and other greaser hangouts. Instead, he’d opt for quiet diners just barely within the Tulsa city lines.

☢ When the time did come where he’d need to take you out on social events such as New Years at Buck Merril’s, he’d never allow you to be less than a few yards of him.

☢ “Yeah, this is my girl. She’s cute, huh? Well, she’s mine and only mine. Never thought Tim Shepard would bag himself a Socy girl, did ya’?”

☢ Dating Timothy Shepard involved lots of kissing. It was sweet, though. Not usually hungry or rough, but it had been before, of course. Depended on how he was feeling, mostly.

☢ Tim had taken a liking to grabbing you in personal places, especially in public. He would laugh at the way you’d jump and scold him. You were never truly mad.

☢ He didn’t dance, but he sang for you once and he was breathtakingly good.

☢ He often forced you to make him homemade chocolate chip cookies and other baked goods.

☢ “You know I love you right, Y/N?”

☢ “Don’t you walk away from me, girl!” He’d pull your hips into his from behind, nuzzling into your neck until you erupted into giggles.

☢ When Angela got especially out of line he’d beg you to talk to her.

“Could you talk to her or something? C'mon, please, do it for me, doll.”

You pursed your lips, and flipped your hair over your shoulder. “Tim, I barely know her. Really, I think her brother’s girlfriend is the last person she wants or needs to get advice from.”

He doesn’t meet your eyes. “I’d do it myself, but we don’t communicate too well, you know? We don’t… talk, I guess.”

“Yeah,” you force a smile but it’s clearly one of extreme nervousness. “I’ll do it.”

☢ Tim saved up for an apartment for the both of you after about six months of dating.

☢ Curly liked to lounge around and considered the living room couch home. You’d catch him and groan instantly :

You shut the door and turn to lock it. Tim won’t be home until later. He’s getting drinks with Dally, but you have no reason to be suspicious of that or even worried. Tim doesn’t get drunk often, starting since the beginning of your relationship. 

When you turn, you expect to see the empty apartment. Instead, Tim’s little brother Curly is stretched out on the couch with a big, smug grin. “Funny seein’ you here.”

“I’m calling Tim.”

“Hey, hey, hey. Girl, can’t we just come to a nice compromise that doesn’t involve him?”

“Yeah, sure. Define 'compromise.’”

“Jesus Christ, just call him.”

☢ Tim liked to approve your outfits and what you bought for clothes.

☢ He got overprotective around Dallas and any other boys, but he tried to hide it. He’d just wrap his arms around your waist tightly.

☢ He got angry, angry, when you talked to other boys in front of him. He was easily jealous.

☢ Tim loved you more than anyone else he’d ever been with.

Puppy Love

for @actuallymollyweasley

Author Note: Merry Pynch Secret Santa! I hope you enjoy your gift. I apologize for any inaccuracies in what is described in the shelter, because I have no idea how shelters really work.

He felt like an asshole admitting it, but Adam really, really didn’t want to work at the animal shelter. It wasn’t the animals - he didn’t particularly think of himself as a pet-lover, but he understood the appeal of a furry companion. (And, hell, maybe one day when he had an established job and a comfortable, stable income, he’d think about getting a pet. Something small. Easy.)

Contrary to what Cheng said, it also didn’t matter that he wouldn’t be paid. Okay, true, at first he wasn’t exactly thrilled to find out that jobs would continue to expect he volunteer his free time to various organizations, but he’d found he kind of liked community service when his schedule wasn’t jam-packed with work, studying, working more, studying more, avoiding his father’s alcoholic outbursts, and yet more work.

The problem with working at the shelter was the owner.

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Make It Stop

((A/N: Another request! As a warning, I may close requests soon to focus on my fics, but for now I’m enjoying getting some of these taken care of! An interesting one, the prompt comes from Anon:

Can you do a DeanxReader where they’ve been together for as long as they can remember, and she gets hit with the spell from the Werther Box? She sees Azazel killing her parents and Dean has to save her before the box makes her kill herself. Lots of comfort and fluff after? Ty!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: Violence, suicide mention, language. ))

“Just gonna be a quick job, he said. Only a few hours, he said. Figures.” You grumbled to yourself as you made your way around the bunker. The ‘quick’ research trip had turned into a Wendigo hunt a state over and Dean promised to be home as soon as he could.

Normally you’d be along for the trip. After all, you and Dean had known each other for at least fifteen years, been hunting together for well over six years, and now had been romantically involved for the majority of that. You’d become a part of the team, and it was one of those unspoken facts. His jaunt to do research was mostly done to get some drive time with Sammy. He didn’t expect any actual work.

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Drabble Request #20 & #92 - Bucky

For @maximhff

Warnings: Smut Author: mermaidinplaid

#20: “I don’t need you to protect me.”
#92: “The last thing i need is a hero.”

“Bucky, I don’t need you to protect me!”

You stood on the other side of your bedroom and stared hard at Bucky. You had just returned from a mission that almost went south because of Bucky. He had given up his position because…well…you really didn’t know why. One minute you had been fighting a Hydra agent and the next Bucky had him on the ground.

“I was just trying to help.” Bucky’s voice was quiet, like a child being punished

“I didn’t need your help!” you just couldn’t get your anger under control “I know you are used to saving the day or whatever it is you and Steve used to do, but I’m not some damsel in distress. The last thing I need is a hero, Barnes!”

Bucky finally looked at you “I’m sorry, okay?! I didn’t mean to turn everything to shit! I just…y-you…I couldn’t-”

You groaned loudly, getting increasingly aggravated “Oh jesus christ, just spit it out!”

You hadn’t even seen him move, but Bucky was now pressed up against you, his lips against yours. You immediately tried to push him away but he held on tight; and before you knew it, you were melting in his arms.

You had never really thought about this before. Bucky Barnes was nothing less than smokin’ hot; but he was your friend, your teammate. It never occurred to you to actually seek a romantic relationship with him. At this moment, though, the gears in your head were turning faster than the speed of light.

Bucky’s tongue was sliding across your bottom lip, looking for an invitation that you had no problem giving him. When your tongues met it felt like electricity was shooting through your whole body.

You moaned into his lips and reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair. Relaxing at your acceptance, Bucky dug his fingers into your hips and pulled you closer. You felt a growl rumble in his chest and decided to step backwards, pulling him towards your bed before you could change your mind.

He fell on top of you, both of you chuckling nervously. Neither of you said anything for fear of bringing everything to a halt. Instead, you let yourselves get lost.

Bucky’s hands were now fumbling with the zippers and buckles of your tactical suit. You had been nervous about going there but as soon as his fingers touched your bare skin, you were trying just as hard to get his clothes off.

Clothes well forgotten, you looked directly into Bucky’s eyes. They were dark, almost completely taken over by his pupil. You knew that this wasn’t going to be slow and sweet. You were about to be thoroughly fucked and you couldn’t wait.

You raised your hips slightly, pushing your pelvis into Bucky’s. You could feel his rock hard cock pressing into you. Reaching between your bodies, you wrapped a hand around his length. He inhaled sharply as you pumped him up and down. After a few strokes, you felt Bucky’s metal fingers wrapping around your wrist.

He pulled your hand away and, without warning, slammed himself into you. You cried out loudly and immediately wrapped your legs around his waist. Bucky wasted no time and minutes later the both of you were already slick with sweat.

You were desperately trying to get your hands over every part of his body; you pulled his hair, dragged your nails down his back, grabbed his ass to drive him deeper into you. His lips continuously left dark marks across your chest and soft kisses down your face and neck.

The room was full of harsh breathing, skin smacking against skin, and loud moaning. You had last track of how long ago Bucky had buried himself in you but you could already feel tension building in the pit of your stomach.

Bucky’s pace was faltering and you knew he was getting close, as well. Every time he would thrust into you, you lifted your hips to meet his causing the base of his cock to slam directly into your clit. The immense mixture of pleasure and pain was enough to send you spiraling over the edge.

You cried out loud and drug your fingernails into his biceps. Your fluttering walls threw Bucky off and he gasped loudly, thrusting into you even harder than before. It only took a few more movements before he was spilling himself inside of you, his body shaking slightly above yours.

He leaned down to kiss your lips. It wasn’t rushed or hungry, this time it was soft, passionate, almost sweet.

“Wow.” you barely heard him as he dropped his head onto your shoulder

“What just happened?” you were having a hard time stifling your laughter

Bucky pulled out of you and rolled onto his back “Something that should have happened a long time ago, doll.”

You turned on your side to face him “Now that is something I can agree with, Barnes. You’ve been hiding things.”

Bucky laughed and pulled you on top of him “Oh don’t worry about that. I’ve got a lot more to show you.”

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🔷 The Notebook

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Summary: Jimin finds your notebook in the train which is very important to you. He tries to give it back and also help you. 

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: angst (mention of blood, drugs and depression ) / fluff 

Words: 3 511

A/N: Hope you like it. I apologize for any grammatical errors.

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