nightmare rare

see kids, there’s the people out there who struggle with not knowing what to draw most of the time and are low on inspiration

and then theres people like me


A little Father’s Day gift inspired by the amazing artwork of  @blvnk-art which confirmed a headcanon of my own. A companion piece to Of Bros and Babes. I hope you enjoy! Again a nod to @callieskye for editing advice and to @jenn582 & @idearlylovealaugh for motivation and support (Jenn I promise there is some smut coming, just not today)!

The early morning light was just beginning to filter into the bedroom, but Ron Weasley had no trouble seeing his wife clearly. His clear-sightedness, both literal and figurative, was legendary in the Auror corp. Perspicacious, that’s the word Hermione taught him; she said she loved the way he could always see the things no one else could.

Now more than ever he was seeing clearly: his heart full as he watched her sleeping form. He gently moved an errant curl from her face, careful not to wake her. She needed her rest: a lopsided grin broke over his face she’s resting for two now.

The news was so fresh that it still bore the weight of unreality. It was hard to imagine, almost impossible to wrap your mind around, really. He ghosted his fingers across her abdomen with awe. Their child was in there, right now. A child that they had made, together. A child that would have his sense of humor and her sense of determination. A child that would have her nose and his hair.  Poor kid…the Weasley hair…at least we can always see you in a crowd.

Ron’s thoughts began to run into a future full of firsts: first smiles, first laughs, first words, first steps. He was wise enough to know that parenting would not be without challenges. He chuckled at the memory of the panicked patronus Harry had sent him the first time Ginny left him alone with James. He was sure the Daily Prophet would have paid handsomely for pictures of the wizarding world’s toughest Aurors scrambling under the demands of a colicky baby.

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Kiss It Better [Tate Langdon x Reader]

Request: “Hey could you please write a one shot with Post Death Tate were the reader has been having nightmares so she’s stopped sleeping and one day she’s hanging out with Tate in the murder house basement and faints from exhaustion and he comforts and confront her about it? Maybe helping her get some sleep? Thank you so much!!” - Anon

Word Count: 679

A/N: I’ve never actually fainted before so I’m not 100% sure how accurate this is. I mean, I was stuck in a snow hole for like 5hrs and sort of blacked out but I don’t think that counts because that was due to my older brother, not sleep deprivation. 

I was listening to the Rihanna song and yep

A small shout wakes you up in a cold sweat, forcing your body off of the pillow. Sighing, you reach for the bottle of now-warm water on the night stand. Tate standing at the edge of your bed catches your attention, a worried look etched onto his tired face. 

“I’m fine, Tate. Go back to bed.” You groan, unscrewing the cap and temporarily forgetting that ghosts couldn’t sleep. Well, they could, but just didn’t need it to function. And from what he had previously told you, it wasn’t very enjoyable. He just sat there in silence, usually, which prompted all sorts of thoughts that he wouldn’t tell you about. Tate liked laying in bed with you most times, though. It took the bad thoughts away, and replaced them with brand new ones. But recently, you had blocked him from sleeping with you because of the nightmares. It was rare you got more than three or four hours of sleep per night, and you mainly stayed up reading or playing games on your phone. On the nights you did get some sleep, it wasn’t very nice, and left you in a state of shock and made you reflect on everything you’d ever done. At least it was good thinking time.

He stalks forward, resting at the side of your bed. Rolling your eyes at his puppy-like nature, you nod, and he lays down. That was the first night in a while that you got a semi-enjoyable night of sleep. It was a while later that you realized that he had been present each night you had a decent rest. It was like he was your lucky charm. 

Fast forward to now. It’s a week or so later, maybe even two. You were hanging out by the basement steps with Tate, talking about school, music, cats… Really, whatever kept him from noticing that you were two blinks away from falling asleep. You knew he’d take it on himself if you did happen to fall asleep while he was talking, and that probably wouldn’t end well for either of you.

“I don’t know.” He shrugs, finishing his story. “It’s just weird.” 

“Y-yeah, it’s weird.” You shrug, your head spinning. Your eyes slowly shut to help the pain, but you feel Tate’s words get louder and louder until they’re not there at all. Taking a breath, attempting to open your eyes, you feel yourself float away. 

That’s the last thing you remember before waking up. Tate hovered above you, his eyes stained pink and worried. 

“I’m fine,” You say, trying to sit up. His hand blocks you, stopping you while you rest on your elbows on the messy bed sheets beneath you. “I’m fine. Let me up.”

“You’re not fine!” He shouts, standing. “You passed out! I thought you-”

Raising your hand to your forehead, you sigh. “How long?” He shrugs, sitting back down next to you.

“A long time. It’s dark out.” Tate says quietly. With his words, you’re running to the window to confirm his words. Much to your pleasure, it was only just getting dark, somewhere around five o’clock (you hoped, at least). “Why did you black out?” You shrug, leaning on your stomach. You assumed that the nausea was some side effect of the whole fainting thing. 

That’s when you see it click in his eyes. He knew exactly why you had fainted. “It’s the dreams, isn’t it? That’s why you haven’t been sleeping. That’s why you-”

“I don’t know, Tate! Just shut up and come here.” You groan, standing up, still clutching your stomach. He sits on the bed, the mix of anger and confusion in his eyes slowly fading away. The bed dips awkwardly as you sit next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I don’t know.”

His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer into his chest comfortably. The boy strokes your hair softly and hums some random tune, and for the first time in however long, you actually might’ve been falling asleep to something nice. Maybe Tate really was your magic charm.

A Way to You Again: Part 9

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count:  1792

Catch Up Here

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request. Holy mother of confrontations.

Originally posted by dailybuckybarnes

Originally posted by ch-est-er

I felt the couch shift slightly as someone sat beside me. I immediately knew who it was, and I was happy to act like I was sleeping until the end of time to avoid him. “Y/N,” Bucky whispered softly as he placed his hand on my back. I stiffened at the contact.

“Don’t,” I snapped as I sat up and looked at him. I could tell it was nearing the early dawn hours by the soft yellow light that flooded through the windows.

“Please doll,” he whispered as he placed his hand back in his lap. “I didn’t ask for her to be there. I told her to leave right before you came in,” he explained – desperation dripping from his voice.

“Don’t you get it?” I laughed as I hastily wiped tears away from my eyes. “You did ask for it, Bucky. You slept with her and kept it a secret before breaking it off…” I paused for a moment before turning to him. “Did you even really break it off or were you seeing her when you started spending time with me?” The words sounded much more accusatory than I had meant for them to be.

Bucky blinked for a moment – shocked at the words that had come out of my mouth – before anger flashed across his face. “For Christ’s sake, Y/N! If you would just let me explain what happened!” he answered, exasperated, as he slammed his fist onto the couch.

“I think I can sum it up quite nicely. You fucked my best friend, and kept it a secret from everyone on the team. You then broke it off with her— knowing that she had feelings for you, and began pursuing me. You then did the exact same thing to me,” I muttered bitterly as I looked anywhere but at him.

“Except I didn’t break it off with you – you ran away. Off to some place that I couldn’t find, and refused to talk to anyone. And then when I called to apologize you told me it’s over, and hung up. Let’s not forget about the sister I never knew existed.” Bucky was becoming more agitated by the minute as he struggled to reign in his emotions.

“I didn’t tell you about her because I was trying to protect her!” I shouted as I angrily pushed myself off the couch.

“And why won’t you believe me when I tell you the same thing?” he asked as with a sad sigh. His anger had deflated and he was grappling for words as he ran his hands through his hair nervously. The sight of him looking so helpless and confused disarmed me and I felt my own anger ebb. All the things that Steve had confided in me about Bucky’s happiness and subsequent withdrawal after I had left came flooding back. I sat down beside him softly.

“When did you start having nightmares again?” I asked quietly. In the months that we had been together he rarely had nightmares, and even when he did they were no where close to what he had had tonight.

“Since you left,” he responded just as quietly.

“I’m sorry I left. I know it wasn’t the right thing to do. I should have stayed and talked to you…. I missed you,” I added as I rested my hand over his.

“Then nothing else matters. It’s all in the past. We can move forward,” he responded fiercely as he gazed up into my eyes.

His words echoed back to those of another, who had once said the the same thing—holding me captive with the promise of a better tomorrow for years. I could feel the chill creep into my heart again as I quickly removed my hand and watched Bucky’s face melt into confusion. “It does matter and you know it,” I responded brutally.

“Why? Why can’t we talk about this and move on from it?” Bucky pleaded.

“Because I love you!” I yelled at him as I pushed off the couch once again. I froze at my sudden announcement. I hadn’t meant to say it – I had just been trying to reason my feelings out in my mind and it had slipped through. I looked at Bucky as he sat frozen on the couch. His mouth opened and closed several times; unable to formulate any type of response to me. I turned to leave – it was like I was living my own personal nightmare. I had prepared for this revelation as best as I could, but I had failed miserably in its delivery.

“Y/N, wait,” Bucky breathed as his hand wrapped around my arm – stopping me in my tracks. I turned to look at him again, but still saw the same troubled and terrified blue eyes that I had witnessed when I had accidentally confessed my feelings. “I…”

“Just tell me this Bucky – why did your best friend have to come find me in secret? Why wasn’t it you?” I asked bitterly as tears stung my eyes. Bucky looked down at the ground unable to answer me. “Jesus Christ – I can’t stay here and look at you like this,” I muttered as I yanked my arm from his grasp and turned to leave. As I stepped into the elevator I turned to make sure he wasn’t following me and saw him standing in the same spot I had left him. Just before the doors closed he turned to look at me with tears in his eyes.

I slumped against the wall of the elevator once the doors had closed. I felt like I had had the breath knocked out of me. Tears trailed down my cheeks as I tried desperately to regain my composure. Some of the others would be awake by now and I didn’t want to stir any suspicion. I couldn’t answer their questions – no matter how well intended they might be.

As the elevator doors opened to the common room I rushed through them – determined to dart to my room. In my panic I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings and ran into Steve.

“Woah, Y/N! Where’s the fire?” he chuckled. The humor in his eyes extinguished when he looked at my bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks. “What happened?”

“I…” I was finding it hard to speak, and keep my composure. “I walked in on Nat comforting Bucky after a nightmare and I…” Steve visibly tensed at this.

“Go on,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me and brought my head to his chest.

“I… he followed me, and I confronted him… and… I told him I loved him,” I whispered as I buried my head into Steve’s chest. I just wanted to disappear. “And he didn’t say anything, Steve… He just stood there.”

“Y/N,” Bucky’s voice came from behind me. I stiffened at the sound. I didn’t want to be anywhere near him. Steve hugged me tight as he sighed into my hair.

“Y/N, you should head back to your room. I’ll come check on you in a second,” Steve muttered. I looked up at him confused.

“Steve, I can…” but the look he gave me stopped me in my tracks. I swallowed hard before Steve’s arms dropped to his side and I half-turned defensively towards Bucky.

“Y/N, I…” but Bucky’s words were halted by Steve’s fist hitting him straight in the jaw. He blinked once before falling to his knees. He stared at me as I turned to leave.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Steve asked angrily as I retreated to my room – unwilling to participate in a super soldier brawl.

I slumped back to rest my head on my door. I was dizzy from the tale-spin of emotions that I had just endured. I heard Bucky trudge down the hallway with Steve close behind him.

“What are you doing?!” Steve demanded before a door slammed – securing both men safely in Bucky’s room, and making it less likely that they would wake up the entire tower.

“What am I doing?!” Bucky bellowed back. “I’m trying to win my girl back, and you keep getting in the way Rogers!”

“What the hell are you talking about Buck?” Steve asked – astonishment driving his voice to become even louder.

“Every time I turn around you are there with her. How am I supposed to even get a second to make things right when you are always there?!” Bucky yelled back at him before quieting himself – he must have regained enough sense to realize I could hear everything he was saying.

“You’re kidding, right? You don’t need my help fucking things up, Buck. You’re doing great on your own,” Steve answered incredulously. I could tell that Steve was trying to regain control of his anger but was struggling. “She literally ran away from you, and you refused to run after her. If it wasn’t for me she wouldn’t even be here, you fucking idiot!”

Silence lapsed between the two men as I held my breath – waiting for Bucky’s response. There was of course no way I could have known that Bucky would snap and run full force towards his best friend. Suddenly there was a loud crash and a cloud of debris as the two men came hurtling through the wall –Bucky with his hands still around Steve’s throat. I shrieked in response as I scrambled off of my bed and into the corner of the room as the two men crashed onto the floor. They rolled around – jabbing at one another and grunting. After the initial shock wore off I looked at the gaping hole that now adorned my bedroom wall, and felt anger bubble up from within me.

“What the fuck do you two think you’re doing?!” I screeched as I stomped over to the two of them and fruitlessly attempted to pry them apart. The men continued to fight as I yelled at them. Hot angry tears rolled from my eyes as they finally broke apart – realizing suddenly where they were and what they were doing.

Bucky scrambled to his feet quickly – his hair in disarray and he shirt partially torn. “Doll I am so..”

“What the fuck gives you the right to act like fucking two-year olds? Both of you are grown ass men! God! Just get out of my room!” I yelled as I stomped my foot in frustration. Without saying another word both men quickly exited. I groaned as I looked at the gaping hole in the wall near my bed. As Bucky entered his own room I realized there was no way I could stay. Not without seeing him, and hearing him every second – I angrily padded across the room, and grabbed my gym bag before making my way to the gym.


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Mel Brooks: Nightmare Cure

Originally posted by lucifersagents

A/N: This is my entry for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Mimi’s RomCom Fluff Challenge. My prompt was “Wow. There’s the cynical bitch we know and love.” from Someone Like You (it’s bolded in the fic) Congrats on your milestone and thanks for letting me be a part of this fun challenge!

Big thanks to @impala-dreamer for the beta. Hope you guys enjoy! Please let me know what ya think ;)

Dean x Reader

Warnings: like 4 swear words, 1 nightmare, but I swear it’s fluffy!!!

Words: 790



“Shit!” Dean shot out of his chair in the library as soon as he heard your scream tear through the Bunker. You hadn’t had a nightmare in so long sometimes he forgot you ever had. He let his guard down, and now you were hurting because of it.

When he reached the room the two of you shared, his heart stopped. Your screams hadn’t woken you up fully, so he knew this was a bad one. Slowly approaching your thrashing body, he firmly said your name over and over. He’d learned the hard way not to startle you; he had been on the business end of flying fists and elbows, and got blackened eyes and bloody noses to prove it.

“Y/N, baby c’mon, time to wake up. Y/N…Y/N.”

By the time he reached the bed, his voice had calmed you enough to still your body. As you felt his arms wrap around you and pull you to him, you woke. Focusing on his steady breaths, you slowly calmed down enough to turn in his arms.

“I’m ok.”


“Yeah.” They always were. The nightmares that had plagued you for so long were all of one night years ago.

“Go shower, I’ll get the snacks.”

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Children of The Gods Ch. 4 - Demigod AU [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: Here’s ch. 4! I hope you guys like it because I was a bit nervous to post it. The last chapter didn’t get as much action as I hoped and it kinda dampened my spirits. This chapter is a bit shorter and goes more toward the reader’s state of mind. Hope you love it and I appreciate any feed back loves! Thank you!
(Chapter 5 will have some action!)

Ch. 1 - Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 5

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Italicized = Dream


Upon returning to the campsite you found the others fast asleep still, not having been bothered by your absence. It didn’t take Jason long to follow in their footsteps and pass out leaning up against a tree. Though you couldn’t help but watch him and the others, and just think. Your eyes wandered from person to person, thoughts rushing through your head about the trials to come.

Are you cut out for this? These people are your friends and they trust you with everything they have. Trust you to lead them, to protect them. How could you protect them? You’re all in this mess because of your inability to protect Garfield, and now he’s with the Sirens. Scared and alone.

Sighing you ran a hand through your [h/l] hair. The ends snagging in your fingers. Taking a glance at the case that holds your father’s lighting bolt you think, ‘Maybe he’s right. This is something I should’ve fought on my own.’ Your eyes fall on Jason again, the moment you just had still ever present in your mind. What is it about him that changes things? You’ve met other offspring of Athena, some male and others female, but there’s just something different at work here. Perhaps it’s his story about being resurrected or something else entirely.

Though one thing you knew was now is not the time for these thoughts. You have a mission at work here, focus is key to success. Focus is what you will need tomorrow, and being tired hinders that. Laying back against your bag you stare up at the stars, allowing your eyelids to become heavy and eventually pull you into the addictive trance of sleep.

It was all dark. The only sound heard was a faint dripping of water droplets. You stood silent, the other sound reaching your ears being your own slow breathing. In and out, in and out. It’s calm rhythm never faltering. Where are you?

Staying still until torches lit out of nowhere, making your guard fly up higher. Hand reaching for the hilt of you sword, only to find it and all weapons missing. The torches led down a narrow hall, the only way out of the circular room you were in.

Hesitantly, you began down the corridor. Ready for any sort of attack. As you walked faint humming, almost singing, could be heard. The song was familiar, a lullaby your mother once sang to you. Coming closer to the humming, it grew into soft singing, luring you closer. The voice was almost familiar.

Coming to the end of the hall you entered a room. It was similar to the one you were just in, the humming being louder than ever. Turning around you saw the hallway gone, replaced by a solid wall. Looking into the room again, it had changed.

Your blood ran cold at the sight. Each member of your team lay bloodied, battered, and lifeless. Some with their eyes wide with terror, others with mangled limbs. It was truly horrifying. A cry seeped from your throat before you quickly muffle it with your hand.

The cry made the singing turn to laughter. “Poor little hero. Couldn’t save your friends, your mother, or your unspoken love. You were never cut out for this, I guess even the mighty Zeus can be wrong.” The voice’s tone was light and airy, a beautiful pitch and tone to it. Your gaze scanned each of your comrades again, stopping on the slight rise and fall of a chest. Eyes trailing up to see Jason’s blue eyes widened in terror. Rushing over you noticed the blood pooling around him. His eyes darted to yours, he heaved a breath “We.. Trusted.. You” gasping before falling limp. “No, no, no. Jason!” Turning you saw Kaldur next, coming to his side you shook him, “Kaldur! Please!”

“No use little hero. They’re all gone. Thanks to me and you.” The voice giggled, feeling a finger run across your back. Whipping around you saw nothing. Another sound added to the voice, a heavy panting and growling.

“4 days left” the voice said as heavy footsteps came near you. The animalistic panting and growls almost right on top of you. “You’re running out of time.”

The noises stopped in front of you as you rose to your feet, as if an invisible beast stood there. Feeling the exhale of something blow against your face, a low growl accompanying it.

The voice giggled again, “If I were you, I’d wake up little hero… WAKE UP!” the voice screamed a deafening screech as the unseen beast roared in your face.

Jolting awake to the feeling of someone shaking you and yelling for you to wake up. Instinct took over as you pulled out the knife in the holster around your ankle and flipped the person on their back. With a knee to their chest you held the blade to their throat, all done in a single swift motion. Your breathing heaved as you stared down into a familiar face. Dick.

“Whoa hey!” He yelled, surprised at your attack.

Realization hit and you scrambled off him, backing away. Breathing still labored and mind reeling from the nightmare. “[F/n] calm down. Breathe.” Kaldur said placing a hand on your shoulder. Nodding you regulated your breathing, wiping away the thin layer of sweat from your forehead. “Dick, I’m so sorry.” Apologizing once having gained your head again. “It’s alright, are you okay?” Worry laced in his tone.

You nodded, “Yeah, yeah. I just. I don’t know what happened.” “You were yelling in your sleep” Kori informed you, coming up to the other side of you. “I was? Sorry, I guess it was just a bad dream.” Kaldur looked at you, concern showed in the way his brows furrowed together. Your nightmares were rare, and only happened in times of extreme stress, he knows that. You shared a glance with him, “I’m fine. Really.” He sighed in defeat before handing his head. Standing he replied “Alright.”

You nodded and stood up as well. Clearing your voice, you instructed for them all to pack up their things. As they did so you thought about the nightmare you just had. Who was that voice? What was that creature? These questions bombarded you all the way up to your moving out of the campsite.

You were silent again while leading. The entire team watching you carefully, wondering what had happened in that nightmare. Conner cleared his voice, “[F/n] do you know anything about this first trial?”

Looking back, you nodded. “Our first trial is to get the map that leads to the adamantine. We will face a creature called the Drakon Kholkikos, or the Colchian Dragon. A ancient watchful serpent of who used to watch over the sacred groves of Ares and protect the golden fleece. It’s known for the magical properties it’s teeth contain along with the fact that it is sleepless on its own. Making it the perfect guard. It’s a worthy adversary, keep your guard up and never give it an inch.” Instructing while spotting the entrance to the cave you must enter.

“Then our second trial will be to obtain a special sword that could help with our final trial. It’s said to be the sword of Theseus, the one used to slay the Minotaur in the labyrinth. It could be of use. In the second trial we will face the Chimera. But let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.” Explaining while looking at your group. “Do you know the third trial?” Roy asked curiously. You shook your head, “No, the trial is a mystery to everyone but the gods.”

“Now let’s focus on the task at hand, here’s our plan. Jason and Roy, you’re our best marksmen, use the bows to take care of long range attacks, but Jason be ready to step in with a sword if need be. Conner and Kaldur, you’re in charge of keeping its attention. Keep its focus. While you’re doing that Dick, Kori, and I will work on weakening and taking it down completely, there is a weak point below it’s head. Sound good to everyone?” Asking the entirety of the group. Exchanging glances they all nodded. “Alright, then let’s give ’em hell.”

Nightmare No More

Prompt: Can I get tim’s SO comforting him after a nightmare

Requested by: Anon

    He never startles awake. His eyes open, he takes a deep breath, and then his body just wraps around you. That’s when you know. Nightmares aren’t a rare occurrence in your home. You’ve both seen horrible things, and sometimes those things like to stick.

    So, you do the only thing you can. You turn in his embrace, and run your fingers through his hair. It’s a small thing. A nothing, really. But it calms him.

    He leans into your touch, and snuggles closer. You continue running your fingers through his hair until his breathing evens out. Once that happens, you move your hand under his shirt, and run your nails lightly over his back. He arches like a cat under your touch, and his eyes drift close.

    You only stop once those small snores start to come.That’s your cue that he’s okay. He’s sleeping peacefully. You place a kiss on his chest, snuggle into his arms, and allow yourself to drift off.  

anonymous asked:

Ut,us,uf,sw,ht. How would the skelebros handle a very perseptive person? A very empathic person that wants to help them? And could I ask for fluff of them ending up together? I hope I got this prompt thing right, thank you for reading. ~ :)

Hadn’t done a mini-fic prompt let’s try it. (Also, not sure what SW is supposed to be, so imma skip it. I also can’t think of anything for HT Papyrus right now so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ) ~Mod Feral

UT Sans

It doesn’t take him all too long to notice you’ve noticed things about him. He’s seen how you smile when he starts setting up for a pun. He’s watched as you’ve picked up on his schedule. He knows how you know when he’s taking a break. It’s cause you pay attention, like he does. It’s endearing most days.

But then there’s the other days. Those moments where you seem to come to his stations while he’s napping with words of encouragement, or a few snacks, or his blanket. He knows it’s you cause you leave notes every time. He isn’t quite sure what to make if it on the days when you ask him if he’s ok. You just confuse him sometimes.

He grows to enjoy the little quirks you have, however, even the ones that leave him baffled as to how you do it. He hangs with you more and more. He’s not sure he’s willing to admit it, but he may be falling for you.

One day, when he sees you’re off from your usual self, he’ll ask you if you’re ok. He’ll listen to your entire spiel, be there for you as you cry. He’ll hold you close, and tell you things will be ok, even though he doesn’t believe it himself.

He doesn’t realize you two may be a couple until the day you two are cuddling after sharing each other’s problems and he drifts off.

UT Papyrus

Honestly, he notices lesser important things. He thinks you have abilities similar to his own, and is almost excited to finally find someone similar to himself. It takes him a long while to realize that’s not the case.

In fact, he realizes it when he has one of his rare nightmares. He went to where you were expecting you to already be up, only instead to wake you and have you ask what’s wrong. He starts crying from fear and an odd sense of failure, but he’s glad you’re there to keep him happy, to help him feel better, and to calm him.

He learns that he was only partially right when he starts watching you closer, and decides that the two of you are to help each other in calming down and controlling your extreme empathies.

He’s the one to ultimately ask you out, after consulting every single dating manual he could get his hands on. He finds you great company and wants you two to date.

US Sans

He finds it beyond neat that you’ve discovered both his brother’s and his own quirks. He’s started working on trying to fake you out on occasion, but he guesses he has a tell for that as well because you always know.

He loves your level of perspective, though. It fills him with joy as you solve everything thrown your way and can, as well as are willing, to help others through their personal problems. Clearly you’re a wonderful person and he’s awestruck.

He never expected to end up on the receiving end of your kindness, however. He has some issues when it comes to sadness. One could say he has depression. You ask him if he’s ok and he attempts to lie about it. You’re the first person to actually see through the lie. You tell him that, and he just unloads everything minor that bugged him and bummed him out the last month. He’s crying so hard his vision’s blurry. He’ll hug you until he passes out from exhaustion.

It’s really easy for him to ask you out after that.

US Papyrus

He knows about your empathic nature very quickly. After all, he’s heavily empathic as well. He can pick up on the same emotions you can and finds it great to finally have someone around who understands completely.

He’s honestly impressed at how well you do with it. In fact, sometimes you can identify his or Blueberry’s emotions before he can. It’s impressive to him, also, how much you’re willing to help.

He just wasn’t ready for the day you came to his room, went next to his bed, and comforted him after he had one of his nightmares. He’ll try to reassure you that he’s fine, but at the same time he’s leaning into you and trying not to cry. He will be fine soon, just not now.

He honestly never asks you out. He waits till you make a comment on how everyone thinks you two are a thing and he’ll respond with “you mean we’re not?”

UF Sans

God, nothing about you makes sense! He had no problem figuring out how you even made it this far, considering how well you do at watching, observing, and possibly waiting for the right moment to strike or run. And he can see you could probably deal decent damage if you would actually attack. Sure, part of him is relieved you haven’t fought anyone, but why?

He then notices the rest of how you are. You show kindness in this world of hell. You find it almost necessary to help others who don’t feel well. And he still doesn’t get it. Why are you like this? Is it a joke? A trap? He wants to be right on that, because he can feel his SOUL flutter when he sees you.

He also could tell you were focusing on him more than other monsters. It was as if you were playing with his emotions. You kept making sure he was ok, preventing him from doing something stupid when he’s at an emotional low, and many, many other situations. It was frustrating him. One day he snaps and shouts at you “if you’re going to do something to me, just do it already!”

It takes weeks before you can actually stay in the same area as him for a long time and tell him how you don’t have anything planned, you just want everyone happy, including him. Especially him. You have to ask him out, but he doesn’t hesitate once he knows you’re not kidding.

UF Papyrus

He’s frustrated beyond belief at the fact you don’t fight despite the fact you’ve noticed every opening he has. Everything you did in your ‘battle’ with him ended up being merciful, something he’s never seen. He is, however, somewhat proud at your ability to predict your opponents moves.

He’s curious when you start helping others. You seemed pretty aware of ‘feelings’, something he hasn’t thought about for years. You tell him more whenever he asks, and the next thing he knows he’s experiencing everything you were. Turns out he’s pretty emphatic, too.

He was surprised, then, when he felt intense fear and sadness. He was just asking for it to go away, leave. “MAKE IT STOP!” You could find and stop the source, but he was still curled up, making sure he couldn’t be seen by the outside world. He wanted you to help him, needed your voice telling him it’ll be all right, and was glad you did. He was almost childlike during this panic that wasn’t even his own at first.

After that, he simply claimed you as his future mate, and said for you to tell him when you’re ready.

HT Sans

Boy, he’s going to have fun with this one. Humans don’t last very long down here, no matter how observant they may be. He was going to mess with you before he killed you. That was the plan.

He didn’t account for you to not take his hand when he offered to ‘help’ you up after you fell from his scare. He didn’t expect you to know what to do with each and every puzzle and get out unscathed. He was admittedly frustrated. Angry.

Seeing you trying to help others, as well as himself, was increasing his anger. You weren’t meant to be like this! They weren’t supposed to act like this! This isn’t right! You want to help? You want to ‘make things better?’ Then just die already! “you’re better off as food down here, don’t you get that?”

It takes many, many tries, and a lot of creativity, but eventually you get to break the barrier, and Sans decides that you’re… decent enough. He’ll hang out with you more, protect you. He’ll make excuse after excuse on why, but he will never admit that it’s because you give him… some sort of emotion. He can’t place what, really, it’s something he hadn’t felt in a long, long time, if he’s ever felt it before. He guesses he can hang with you all the time. Maybe.

Blood in the Water Pt. 2

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester (Sister / Friends / Platonic / However you want to see it)

Length: 3006+ words

TW: Mentions of blood, Panic attack, Self-harm 


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The next day, the boys were back to their research, trying to find the shifter that will still out and about. It was a couple days later until they found where the shifter was staying at. Luckily, after their encounter with the demon, it kept a low profile, and the killings stopped. Sam and Dean left, leaving Y/N in the motel alone. After getting kidnapped they were unsure to leave her alone, but she ensured them that she would be fine. However, she wasn’t used to the bloody mess the brothers came home as.

“Sam! Dean!” she greeted as soon as the door opened. Sam had his arms around his older brother, carrying most of his weight. He set him down on the chair, running to grab the first aid kit. There was blood running down his forehead, his nose, and his mouth, sparing almost no skin untainted, his hand was placed on his side, blood seeping out of the wound, and onto his hands. Time stilled as Y/N stood by the bathroom door.

“Y/N,” Dean called, her name faltering on his lips, seeing her face pale.

A whimper escaped her lips as she thought about the torture she went through. She rarely got nightmares from the torture, but seeing all that blood, seeing the beaten face of Dean, brought her back to those moments. She took a step back, tripping over her own feet before she finally ran into the motel bathroom.

“Dammit. Sammy, go check on her,” Dean said between gritted teeth.

“I will after I dress your wound,” he replied, peeling off his older brother’s flannel, and shirt.

“No, Sammy. Now.”


“Go.” Dean pushed his younger brother off him, clutching his side in pain.

Sam sighed, but went anyways. He was worried about the fear he saw in Y/N’s eyes. It’s been a long time since he saw that kind of horror on her face. He knocked on the bathroom door, trying to open it, but it was locked. “Y/N? Are you okay?” He kept asking her if she was okay, but a few minutes went by, and he couldn’t afford to leave an injured Dean any moment. “I’ll check on you later, okay? I’m going to fix Dean up.” He made his way back to the table, seeing the green-eyed hunter was slumped against the chair, his breathing was uneven, and his face pale. Sam got to work, cleaning the blood off his injuries so he could see exactly what he was dealing with. He sewed up the wound on his side, telling him that his ribs was bruised, but not broken. He washed the towel, cleaning his face, and having to sew the wound on his forehead. “You’re fine,” Sam finally said with a sigh.

Dean made his way to the bathroom, hearing nothing from the other side. His eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Y/N?” he called, hoping she just fell asleep. He got to picking the lock, opening the door slowly. As soon as he saw her, he cursed. Dean could finally see the scratches on her face and neck. “Sammy, go get the first aid kit. She’s bleeding!”

The younger Winchester ran, grabbing the kit, and into the bathroom in seconds.

Y/N had a huge cut on her palm that was bleeding at a rapid pace. Sam sewed it up as fast as he could while Dean was trying to wake her up. He checked the superficial wounds on her face, and cleaned the blood with a small washcloth.

“What the hell happened?” Dean growled, running his hand through his hair. He picked up the small hunting knife that they gave her to protect herself with blood on it. “What the hell?”

“She must’ve had a panic attack,” Sam answered quietly, feeling the guilt in his stomach.

“Dammit, Sam! I told you to go check up on her! What the hell were you doing? Did you not open the door? She could’ve been hurt even more! What were you thinking?!”

“I’m sorry.” Sam hung his head in shame.

Dean sighed “Fuck. Go sleep. I’ll go watch her.”

“No.” Sam shook his head. “You’re injured. I’ll keep watch.”

Dean looked like he wanted to argue some more, but he saw his brother’s hunched shoulder, his large hands wrapped around her own, and he recognized the desperate need for forgiveness. “If she moves as much as an inch, you wake me up, okay?”

“Yes, Dean.”

His older brother gripped his shoulder, squeezing it. “She’ll be okay. It’s not your fault.”

Sam said nothing, and Dean silently sighed. He stayed beside Y/N the whole night, watching her chest move up, and down with her breathing. He stopped her from touching her face during the night, not wanting her to aggravate her own injuries. Seconds ticked by. His heart felt like it was being squeezed painfully knowing that he was the reason she was like this. The reason she was hurt. He should’ve been more wary. If Dean had been the one to seek her out, he would’ve made sure that she was safe. He would’ve opened the door, and ensure that she would be okay.

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If Storms Were People | Part 3 | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Fandom: Avengers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!FormerHydra!Reader

Part: 3/?? I think at least two more, so 5 minimum 

       Part 1 Part 2

Summary: You’re an enhanced human, formerly affiliated with Hydra, with the ability to controlelectricity, and honey. Having since made up with Bucky Barnes, who was once the bane of your existence, you find that you have gained another shadow and that you and said shadow share more than you thought you originially did. Angst and fluff. Starting of the more fluffiness.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, allusions to past Hydra experiments and mistreatment, nothing out of the ordinary for Marvel related things. Fluff???

Words: 6012

A/N: idk what the hell I am doing tbh I dont think either of these chapters live up to the first one tbh so. Meh. I think this chapter is pretty cute though. I am content with how fluffy and cute it is, though I feel like I crammed a bunch of cliches into this but ah well. Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated, I want to know how I am doing and whether or not its worth continuing! Sorry for the delayed update! This is like 11 pages long though so 

You awoke in a cold sweat, a scream tearing the back of your throat as you thrash against the blankets. Though the thrashing only succeeded in trapping you more, which in turn caused your sense of panic to increase. Finally realizing where you were by the dim glow of the stars on your ceiling, you were able to pull yourself back from the abyss of nightmares you had found yourself in. This was the fifth time you had woken up like this in two weeks.

             “FRIDAY?” You ask into the darkness, chest rising and falling quickly, your skin shining with a thin sheen of sweat.

             “Yes, Ms. Y/L/N?”

             “Did I wake anyone?” You rarely had nightmares before but since the incident at the bank, they began getting more frequent, so you were worried you may have disrupted the other people in the compound. You knew a lot of your friends also suffered from plagued dreams so the last thing they needed was to be woken up by someone else’s.

             “It appears both Mr. Stark and Mr. Barnes are awake but were awake before your night terror Ms. Y/L/N.”

             “Thank you, and FRIDAY, please don’t tell the others about this as well.” You sigh, tucking your face into the crook of your elbow for a moment before glancing at the clock and thinking that you could try and get a few more hours of sleep after a shower.

             After drying yourself off from a quick and cold shower, you climbed back into bed with hopes of dreams of soft puffy clouds and puppies, but instead you were met with no dreams at all, because sleep evaded you. The adrenaline had yet to leave your system, and no matter how you tossed and turned, the sandman would not appear and whisk you away. Laying there for over an hour, you stared up at the soft green glow of your fake night sky until the first light of dawn appeared through your window. Holding your hands out in front of you, you cupped them like you were holding water and formed a small, contained, orb of current that illuminating your room in a white light. You could feel the warmth seep into your bones as you held the ball of sparks, and you felt a sense of comfort wash over you.

             The nightmares weren’t just nightmares, you had realized quickly while you scanned the makeshift constellations and your own electric sun, they were memories. They were starting to come back in chunks, much to your dismay. You told yourself you could spend the rest of your life never knowing what you did and what was done to you behind the walls of Hydra’s labs. You were happy now with the Avengers, even the person who annoyed you the most in the past was being kind to you, you didn’t need memories to rear their ugly head.

             Giving up on any hope of sleep, you groaned loudly and threw the covers off of you and got out of bed. You went about your day as usual, only several hours earlier than your usual routine, and far more tired. Avoiding your teammates at all costs, you prayed no one would see the dark circles under your eyes and the pale complexion to your tone. When you finally settle down in the common room late in the afternoon to type up a report and plan your next mission, you glanced up when you found that ‘your shadow’ as Natasha had taken to calling him, had entered the room.  Though the second you made eye contact with him you quickly looked back down at your laptop, knowing he of all people would recognize the bags under your eyes.

             You could feel his eyes on you as he sat down on the couch opposite you and turned on the television, knowing full well he had no intention of watching the screen. He had taken to doing this often, you had noticed once Nat pointed out his bad habit of following you around. Steve had always talked about how much of a lady’s man Bucky was back in the day, but you had no idea how he managed it since all he did was stare at you and follow you around like a lost puppy.

The simple explanation was that he wasn’t courting you, you told yourself, he probably either still didn’t trust you, having seen your recklessness in action, or that you were the only other person who saw what he went through and had the gusto to stand up to him face to face. If everyone was being honest, they were all still a bit afraid of him, whether they liked him or not.

             “You’re not the only one who gets them, you know.” His voice broke the silence and causing you to look up from the words you were typing.

             “No shit, we live in a house full of soldiers, ex-assassins, experimentees, killers, saviors, and everything in between, and you think I don’t know that other people get nightmares? I’m not an idiot, Barnes.” You snap as you close your laptop just as harshly.

             There you went with is last name again, he thought to himself as he cringed a bit at your reaction. He was trying, god, was he trying. He wanted to let you know that you weren’t alone and that you didn’t have to fight your unconscious alone, but instead he offended you.

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