Here’s the first part ! I recommend you read it before this part, or else it won’t make much sense.
Sorry this took like, ten million years. Thanks to everyone who messaged me and said they liked the first part, it always made my day <3
The relief only lasted so long once he realized that yes, no more old-leopard-print lady (thank god), but still there’s a date with someone. A stranger.
Jack’s barely held decent conversations with his teammates, how would a date with a stranger work?
It wouldn’t. No way.
Feeling like he’d just survived a brutal game, Jack took a few seconds to gather himself. He wiped the condensation from his forehead (he really hoped no one had noticed), slowed his breathing, let his jaw unclench. Once his fingers became steady enough he fixed the cuffs of his uncomfortably hot suit.
“Fuck it,” He shucked the jacket off entirely. It felt good until he lifted his arms- “Ugh.”
For a moment he struggled with what to do: If I wear the jacket I’m uncomfortable and sweating more, but if I don’t people can see the sweat and thats embarrassing and-
“Jack!” Someone from management tapped his shoulder, “This way, the kid is waiting on stage right.” She gave him a brief once-over, “Put on the jacket.”
With a somewhat relieved nod, he slipped the jacket back on and wished for a calmer heart-beat.
The wish didn’t come true, of course. It rarely did.
They approached the stairs leading off the stage.
This kid must like you. They bid on you. They spent money for a date-thing-whatever with you. Just smile. Act like a normal-
•toned arms (especially if you play fiddle music like damn)
•you’re automatically smart if you play the violin. don’t ask why. it’s apparently a stereotype. just go with it.
•kids love you regardless. play something they recognize and they will love you.
•you develop good hand-eye coordination and enhanced muscle memory
•covers sound 10000000x better when they’re played on violin. 100% confirmed by scientists.
•you get gigs VERY often when you’re for hire (seriously when did people get so demanding for violinists/fiddlers?)
•dexterity in fingers = 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼
•music stores are your best friend
•electric violins are BAD ASS.
•violins are so diverse. they can be in jazz, bluegrass, classical, blues, swing, folk, gypsy, burlesque, ragtime, and basically every style of music.
•good vibrato sounds like heaven
•just basically a fun instrument to play. seriously.
•calluses. calluses. calluses.
•HICKEYS. Hickeys. Yes they are a thing, don’t look at me like that.
•*shoulder rest decides to fly out from instrument while playing*
•backache. arm ache. backache. fingers are sore. neck is sore. everything hurts.
•"Can you play Beethoven?“
•don’t even bother going anywhere with customs. they’ll hold you back because your instrument case looks "suspicious”.
•*bridge decides to snap out from under strings while practicing*
•"Can you play Devil Went Down to Georgia?“
•no matter how hard you try to make that fourth octave C sound pretty, it’s still going to sound like you stuck a fork up a baby bird’s ass.
•"can you teach me how to play it?”
•doesn’t matter if you rosin your bow; slurring to the open E string will make a godawful squeaking noise.
•"I promise I won’t break it"
•watching movies/TV with a violinist makes you cringe because it’s obvious they’re not a real violinist. (seriously, when they’re playing whole note open G they’re playing eighth notes on the E string. what the fuck.)
•"I thought violin and fiddle were two different instruments!“
•that song may sound cool, but don’t bother learning it when it’s in the key of C#.
•up bow. down bow. down bow. up bow. down bow. up bow. down bow. Wait, fuck. *erase*
•"no, I did not slaughter a horse to make my own violin bow.”
•that soreness in your wrist is from your countless attempts to perfect that vibrato. oops.
Summary: Dean and reader pose as a couple to lure a vampire
Word Count: 2540
Warnings: Smut, language, near death situation
As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.
We were in the middle of this hunt when Mary called. We couldn’t exactly walk out on this, so Sam had volunteered to help Mary while Dean and I stay behind to finish the job.
Which led to the situation that I’m now in. It’s not so much a situation as a ‘how the holy fuck did it end up like this’ type of scenario. At the moment, as I sit in the Impala at the edge of a secluded forest with Dean, I wish that Dean had gone and Sam had stayed.
Not that it wouldn’t have been weird with Sam. It would have been weird, just a different kind of weird. Normal weird, not weird-weird. Sure, Sam is six plus feet of handsome, but the relationship I have with him is more sibling-ish. I just don’t have those kinds of feelings for Sam - the kind where my heart races a bit faster when he’s near and my girly bits get all tingly. Dean, on the other hand, has that effect on me. My relationship with Dean is strictly platonic, but that doesn’t mean a girl can’t dream. And boy, do I ever dream. The man is fucking sex on bow-legs. Can you blame a girl?
Here’s the thing about this particular vampire - he’s got a bit of a twisted fetish. His tastes run into the kinky. He likes to take his victims mid-coitus. Doing the nasty. Knocking boots. The horizontal Mambo. He’s a real piece of work. Like I said, he’s a kinky son of a bitch.
His modus operandi is to kill the male and snatch the female. We haven’t quite figured out what he does with the girls, but our best guess is he turns them. And keeps them for his own amusement, if you catch my drift.
But I’m getting off course here. Right now my gut is swirling with butterflies, my heart pounding loudly enough that this vampire can probably hear it a mile off. In just a moment, I’m going to be making out with Dean. Sure, it’s for the greater good, I volunteer as tribute, blah blah blah. I know it’s not real, it’s just for show, but I’m nervous as hell. I’m staring at his lips and he’s giving me that cocky as hell smirk, you know the one I’m talking about. His tongue darts out to lick his lower lip and I practically swoon. I’m like Scarlet fucking O’hara, I’ve got a case of the vapors. I might actually pass out.
scorpios can make life flash before your eyes in an instant. they can be threatening to weaker types, in their general presence, because their gaze can be piercing. and scorpio is quite at home in this world. the commanding presence is enchanting and dominating, they are absolutely tantilizing and unforgettable. but they have a throne waiting in the unconscious, they can make a sanctuary in hidden worlds wrapped in the blanket of the unconscious
Please do not post this anywhere else without my permission.
Rating: M (Smut)
You hated going to these functions for Harry sometimes
because you didn’t really know how to talk to the rich and famous, much less
make a good impression and talk up your boyfriend to these said rich people who
were going to make Harry more of a star than he already is. It was much easier
earlier on in the relationship to attend to things like this because you knew
of three other guys who would be there as a crutch if Harry was off in a
serious conversation with a producer or someone who could help him go solo.
so much more different, as Harry was auditioning to land a major movie role and
he was extremely excited, but extremely nervous about not getting the part.
Knowing that you are HIS crutch made your heart swell a little more, but
knowing that you would have to talk to a room full of completely different
people, even a completely different scene with no one to fall back on was
starting to make the nerves in your stomach race so hard that you felt
nauseous. But nevertheless you put on your black dress that fell to the floor
in your giant closet that the two of you shared when Harry asked you to move in
to his house in LA.
heard Harry somewhere in the bedroom, his voice darting a bit forward at the
last letter of the word, knowing that he was rounding the corner to the closet.
He stood in the doorframe looking down at his hands that were holding two
different necklaces, both long; one was gold and the other silver, both holding
pendants at the very bottom. The silver pendant adorned his plain silver but
slightly larger cross, and the gold chain held one small coin pendant at the
bottom and the other chain above it was a small gold cross.
out his hands that his somewhat more inexpensive pieces dangled from, raising
both eyebrows at you. You squinted and your eyes raked over his long and lean
torso, a black silk button down (which was almost all the way un-buttoned) was
carefully and neatly tucked into the long black and white pinstripe pants over
his black and so shiny you could see yourself in them boots. You licked your
lips just slightly at the sheer sight of him, and his tongue grazed the inside
of his cheek as he rolled his eyes.
time for that, love,” he grinned his little smirk that made his dimple flash,
and you wondered how you weren’t jumping on him right then and there.
Not like you don’t do it to me,” you crossed your arms and glared at him,
shifting all your weight to one hip. He immediately saw your body change and
his eyes flew down to your chest that was pushed up by your arms just enough.
You rolled your eyes this time, and poked two fingers hard into his shoulder.
“This one,” you pointed to the silver cross and helped him get it over his head quickly, as
he has seemed to freeze momentarily.
Kiss,” his lips puckered out and you looked at him for a moment and paused, his
lips starting to turn into a frown when you leaned forward quickly and pecked
at them, his smile was triumphant.
love?” He asked, shrugging on his very tailored black velour jacket that fell
at his hips, nudging his long hair from in-between his shirt and the jacket to
fall out easily, adjusting the collar and his hair, again.
let me get my coat,” you said to him and turned to the white pea-coat hanging
on the rack that you hung carefully as if not to spill or even breathe on it
before his big night. Just then the moment hit you hard, you knew that it was
extra important and wondered how you even agreed to this. It might have been the
way Harry was standing in the doorframe looking hot as hell, or it might have
been the way he ate you out as a plea and a bribe so feverishly just last night
that you thought you went to actual heaven because of all the white and the
stars (twice); either way, you were nervous and he was, too.
“Harry,” you said just barely audible, tears prickling at your eyes.
Harry turned to face you and saw
your body frame slumped, almost eaten by the pea coat around your arms and your
lips were pouting as to say please, don’t make me do this. He strode over to
you and in one simple step of his long legs and he was holding you tightly by
the waist with one strong arm, the other swiping his padded thumb over your
cheek. You felt his breath linger over your forehead as he kissed the temple,
and then dipped his eyes to look at you, searching your face momentarily.
“I won’ leave your side, promise,” he grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours and tugged slightly,
his eyes never left yours as you gave up in defeat and nodded, following him
out of the house.
It had been almost four months since you had left the
hospital. Your apartment was oddly silent and you were starting to feel like
something was missing. There were days when you would catch yourself staring
into space, smiling, as if you were living another life in your head. A life
you didn’t have access to.
Your therapist told you to be patient, you had to let your
brain recover and adjust. It was a topic that even Peggy and Tony avoided. You
realised the past few months had been hard on them too, so you decided to
pretend everything was fine.
They say when death is knocking at your door, life flashes before your eyes. You see much or the totality of your life history in chronological order, scenes and memories compiled into a fast and detailed movie.
But what happens when you’ve already greeted death in the past? What if death has already escorted you up the stairway to heaven?
Well, you don’t get much time to contemplate, because everything happens quickly. Streaks of blue flash by your eyes and suddenly there’s silence.
Until there isn’t.
You open one eye and hesitantly allow your vision to get used to the glaring gaze of the sun. Instead of the bright lights of heaven, you see trees, hubcaps of a car, and a very concerned-looking man staring from above. He bends over, gently taps your shoulder, and asks, “Miss, oh my God, are you okay?”
“I’m not dead?” you squeak, opening your other eye. There’s a loud ringing in your ears as your racing heartbeat struggles to calm itself. You pat every area of your body, shock etching on your face as you realize you’re very much not dead. “I’m alive!!” you loudly squeal.
How in the guardian of the gates’ name did this happen? How are you alive with barely a scratch on you? It’s impossible for a human to survive or prevent this type of accident-
It’s impossible for a human to survive or prevent this type of accident. Chills travel up your spine as it hits you how you survived. Of course!
Title: Heartbeat Pt. IV Pairing: Josh Dun/Reader, Tyler Joseph/Reader Rating: Mature Warnings: Rough stuff, angst, drama, more fluff than usual. It’s time for shit to get real this part, you guys. A/N: This is gonna be the second to last part of the series, so I hope you guys enjoy. Once I finish this, I’ve got a lot more fun stuff up my sleeve for yall!
My day began
with my life ending. It’s over. Done. I’m ghost-writing this right now.
With the initial burning sensation, I was concerned. After I looked
down and saw my life falling in clumps at my feet… I felt the
stirrings of panic. But it was with Nathalie’s reaction when I came downstairs for breakfast that the
true horror of my “situation” began to settle on me.
And then I
had to face my father…
…is it healthy to see your life flash before
your eyes twice in less than 3 months?
Prompt: Yayy! Can you do an imagine where the batfamily (and batmom) are going to this charity event the boys & bruce patrol bc of a looming threat? And then when they leave batmom gets shot near her heart & almost dies and they seek revenge (requested by @imagination-factory)
“Shit.” You swore under your breath as you danced with your husband. Over his shoulder you spied the bat symbol burning brightly in the overcast night sky.
“It just turned on didn’t it?” Bruce asked so that only you could hear, not bothering to look over his shoulder at what he already knew was there.
“You betcha.” You said. Bruce dropped his head and let out a quiet sigh into your hair.
“I have to go.” He said, full of regret.
“Go. I’ll handle your speech.” You reassured. “Go save the world.” You encouraged shooing him away from the dancefloor. He smiled gratefully towards you and pulled his phone out of his pocket to take a ‘phone call’ as he hurried out of the party.
You made your way over to the MC to let him know the change to the program and that your husband had to leave early for a ‘business emergency’. He looked a little annoyed by the sudden change but out of respect for the amount of money the Waynes donate to this program he made the wise decision not to complain to your face.
One by one you watched as each of your boys slipped out of the party and snuck off to help their father fight god knows what. You were flying solo tonight.
“… Ladies and gentlemen it is my highest honor to welcome Mrs. [Y/N] Wayne to the stage.” The announcer said, giving your cue to ascend to the podium. As you smiled a bright friendly smile to the cameras and guests you couldn’t help but to think thank god for teleprompters. You greeted the microphone with a lighthearted joke about your workaholic husband and how he regrets that he had to bow out early.
“As you all are well aware, tonight is a very important night for this foundation. Not only because of the generosity of the donors tonight but also because by the end of tonight each and every one of you will be able to say you made a difference … In Gotham nonetheless!” You said cheerfully the crowd laughed politely at the speechwriter’s attempt at a joke. “Now it is my utmost honor to announce that the proceeds tonight will go directly to building an orphanage for Gotham’s most disenfranchised children. Every child needs a place to call home and with your generous donations we here at the Wayne foundation seek to make that ideal a reality. Thank you.” You said before handing the mic back over to the host of the evening.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the ever so enchanting Mrs. Wayne.” He praised as you stepped off the stage. A round of applause erupted and you gave a small gracious bow to the audience.
‘Shit. I should be a politician with the amount of ass kissing I’m giving and receiving tonight.’ You thought to yourself behind your charming smile.
The celebratory atmosphere was quickly sliced through when the sound of gunshots rang out through the crowd. Just as quick as you heard the shots, a stab of pain ripped through your chest. It’s funny you’d think that your life would have flashed before your eyes or you would have thought about the people you love but all you could focus on was the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Each heartbeat growing weaker than the last.
“/N] … Mrs. Wayne! Focus on the sound of my voice. Help’s coming alright? Just listen to me ok? God damn it! Aren’t any of you overstuffed peacocks a doctor?” A murky voice called out to you. Spots danced across your eyes and your vision blurred obscuring the crowd of doctors and paramedics surrounding you.
Your vision went completely black and you were certain that you were never going to wake up again but the next thing you knew you were slowly coming to in a bright sterile hospital room. The obnoxious beeping pierced through your head like ice picks being shoved into an angry hornet’s nest.
“Fuck me.” You croaked, squinting at the harsh lighting. Every part of your body hurt. Either someone needed to pump you with more drugs or put a bullet in your brain to finish the job.
“Hey.” Bruce whispered gently sitting up from chair he had been sitting in to stand by your side. He gently brushed your hair away from your face.
“What the hell happened, Bruce?” You asked.
“You were shot [Y/N]. It was supposed to be me up there but you were put in their line of fire instead. I’m so sorry. I swear I’m going to make whoever’s responsible pay.” Bruce promised, his tone darkening with his promise.
“Where are the boys?”
“Hunting.” He said simply. “We’re all angry about what happened, [Y/N].”
“Any chance you can rein in the cavalry? All I want right now is all of my boys to be here. Almost dying puts shit into perspective, you know?” You said weakly. Bruce’s hand moved to firmly grasp yours.
“I’ll make the call, Darling. But you know they’re all going to be restless until someone is thrown into Blackgate with broken bones and a life sentence.” Bruce replied gently.
“I know.” You smiled weakly. “I just really want to see my boys right now, Bruce.” You said, your voice quivering slightly with the tears that were threatening to overtake you.
“I know, love, I know. They’ll be on their way soon.” Bruce hushed, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. Your family would be with you soon enough and all would be right in the world. Coming so close to death, you had half a mind never to let them go again.
I remember driving down the Cincinnati roads to that hospital. My heart beating out of my chest, my sweaty hands holding the flowers I bought you so closely to my chest. For reasons I don’t know I was nervous, maybe because I didn’t want to see you, battered up in a hospital bed. Maybe I was scared you wouldn’t be okay. Maybe I was just anxious to meet your mom for the first time.
I remember sitting next to you while you laid in that hospital bed. You were in so much pain, I just held your cold beaten hands and told you I loved you. That everything was going to be okay. The room was dense and I felt choked by it, choked by the smell of the hospital and the smell of you, the combination making me sick to my stomach.
Months later I let go of that same hand, I was letting go of you. I was so scared to lose you when your life flashed before your eyes but I ended up losing you anyway. Not because of a tragic accident, but because of me. I chose that, after it was my biggest fear, after sobbing in the bathroom while my parents asked me to just tell them what was wrong. After the night I didn’t sleep at all because I didn’t know if I was ever going to see you again. And then, after some time had passed, I just let go. So easily. I let you slip from my grasp when I was used to holding on so tightly.
And then, you were gone.
You were the youngest and newest Cullen Clan member. Alice had seen you and from there her and Jasper set off to find you. When you returned with them you were met with nothing, but love and affection from your new family. Growing particularly close with Carlisle you had heard all the stories of the Volturi and of his time with them. They interested you and terrified you all at the same time. You emphasized with the twins most and understood what made them so cynical as vampires. That’s why when you heard they were coming for a visit you made sure to be as polite and well-behaved as you could be. Your first impression when Aro walked through the door was “Woah I wish my hair was a silky as his,” which needless to say earned a slight smile from Edward. Cauis looked exactly as he had been described to you, perpetually pissed off. Marcus seemed to have no interest in why they were there and what was going on, and you couldn’t blame him. Felix was the next you noticed, he loomed at least a foot and a half taller than you and had a physique similar to Emmett. You bet that would be one heck of a fight if it ever came down to it. Next to Felix stood a shorter man who you recognized to be Demetri, Amun had spoke of him the last time Carlisle and you had visited Egypt. You knew the capability of his power and found it absolutely fascinating. A girl about three inches shorter than you glided up to Aro’s right side. This was her. This was Jane. She looked different than you had imagined. Her hair was pulled back into her signature bun and her red eyes scanned the room several times every minute, as if she was ready to drop someone at any moment. Her cheekbones were sharply defined and her lips were thinner than yours. She made eye contact with you and you immediately dropped your gaze to your painted nails and started to chip off the gray and red paint. You only looked up again when her burning gaze left your body. When you looked up a boy had moved to Aro’s left side. You almost took a sharp intake of breath but quickly regained yourself. This was Alec. He stood with his shoulders square to make him look broader and his feet shoulder with apart. His face alone was beautiful, much like his sister his cheekbones were high and defined, but his lips were plumper. His red eyes glittered under fine, thick lashes, indicating they had fed recently. His dark hair was sweeped the side and it framed his face nicely. His hands were clasped behind him beneath his cloak and his arms rippled every minute or two showing that he was clenching his fist. You heard someone clear their throat and your head snapped in their direction.
“Aro, this is Y/N, the newest member to our clan,” Carlisle spoke giving you a soft smile as you looked Aro in the eyes giving what you hoped looked like a welcoming smile.
“Y/N, what a lovely name for a lovely young lady” Aro spoke taking tow strides forwards and grasping your hand.
“Tha-” you didn’t get to finished before your human life flashed before your eyes as Aro saw it. Your first day of school, your first crush, your best friend, your prom dresses, your car, your parents, your siblings, the car wreck that you “died” in, he saw all of it and you had never felt more vulnerable in your existence.
“What an extremely ordinary life you had, Y/N,” Aro commented striding backwards to his spot between Alec and Jane.
“I-Um-thank you, I guess,” you stuttered trying to regain composure. Aro gave off a light laugh before Marcus stuck out his hand to him. Aro quickly grabbed for it pushing Alec back slightly, as if what Marcus was offering him better than the blood he craved. Not seconds later Aro’s loud maniacal laugh filled the kitchen where the clan’s were gathered. Edward was beside you in seconds in a defensive stance
“No, I will not let my baby sister be mated to him,” Edward hissed.
“What is it Aro,” Carlisle said calmly, as if he already knew the answer to his own question.
“Miss Y/N here, is Alec’s mate, dear friend,” Aro said dreamily like, as if he had hoped for this very day. My mouth fell slightly agape as I made eye contact with Alec who hadn’t even broke composure. He was stoic, he showed no shock as I did. Jane, however, looked as if she was ready to burn me right then and there.
“No,” Emmett growled and moved to stand by Edward in front of me, “Out little sister isn’t about to be mated with a Volturi guard.”
“Your ‘little sister’ has no choice, fools,” Cauis spat, looking for a fight. Emmett growled and started to move forward. You grabbed his arm and attempted to hold him back as Felix moved forward. You had bet that a fight between the two would be a good fight, but you did not want it to be over you.
“He is right, Emmett, you have no say and neither do Alec or I. I’m sure if he had a choice he would chose different,” you pleaded with your brother. Fortunately, Emmett backed down and so did Felix, but the tension still stuck in hot and heavy in the air.
“May we stay a few days, Carlisle. So the new mates may get to know each other before she comes back to Voltaire with us,” Aro smiled as if the encounter between Emmett and Felix hadn’t even happened.
“Of course,” Carlisle nodded much to your horror. Yes, Alec was beautiful, but did you want to be mated to him? You weren’t for sure, he put you on edge, they all did.
The days went on and you didn’t even speak with Alec. Yes you two had your fair share of state downs as you tried to find the right words to say to him. What do you say to him? “Oh hey my names Y/N, nice to finally meet the guy I’ll be with for the rest of my immortal life,” some how you didn’t think that would quite cut it. Jane had been staring you down every time she saw you. You understood why, she feels like you’re going to take away her brother and he’ll not have anytime for her anymore. You understood where she was coming from, but it was seriously making you panic that she would light you on fire if you turned your back to her. You decided enough was enough and it was finally time to talk to Alec and maybe Jane if she was with him at the time, so there you stood in front of the white oak door with your hand raised ready to knock. You debated for several minutes before lowering your hand and moving to back away. Right as you did though the door swung open.
“I’ve been waiting for you to knock, but seeing as you never did, why don’t you come in? We can talk,” he spoke smoothly.
“Uh, sure,” if you would have been human your face would have been redder than that really bad sunburn you got when you went to the beach for spring break one year and didn’t wear sunscreen the whole week.
“My sister feels as if you are going to take me away from her,” he bluntly stated closing the door behind him.
“I promise you that won’t happen, I know how much the two of you mean to each other,” you say hugging your arms to your chest and turning to face him. You fiddle with the ends of your long sleeve shirt as you waited for a response.
“Good. As long as you know my sister will be a priority over you,” he was very cold.
“I know, I am sorry. I know you don’t want to be mated to me. I’m in no way pretty and by no means special. I don’t even have a power,” you apologize lowering your gaze from his.
“You are very pretty, Y/N. Please do not think otherwise. And you are special. Well now you are. You’re the mate to one of the witch twins. You will be respected because others will be afraid to disrespect you because you are mine,” his slender fingers wrap under your chin and lift your face to look at him.
“No matter what you may believe Y/N, I do want you and I believe with time we can learn to love each other. For now though, no I don’t love you, but you are mine.”
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