Warnings: death of a character, there are no spoilers because I made my own ending to last night’s episode, small amount of fluff. *The gif I guess could be counted as a spoiler?*
A/N: I said I was going to do it, so I did it. You all get some special treatment today!! Enjoy this extra fic! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3
Crowley smirked at Lucifer as the fallen archangel fell to his knees. Lucifer withered in pain and all Crowley could do was chuckle. He had big plans to torture Lucifer. Crowley wasn’t going to spare Lucifer, not one bit.
“Do you remember [Y/N],” Crowley asked Lucifer, his tone snarky. “She’s your soul mate isn’t she? Pretty little thing she is.”
“Keep your hands off of her Crowley,” Lucifer seethed as he clutched his stomach.
“It’s more like she can’t keep her hands off of me,” Crowley mused, his eyes traveling to the door of the thrown room. His smirk grew as you opened the door to the throne room. “Oh look who’s here.”
“well hello again.” The familiar voice of Tamara Monroe rung out.
Remember how I said Nolan was going to get me killed? I think he just did.
I looked up glaring at Monroe. It was only Monroe and one other guy but, they both had their guns pointed at me. I could take them, I just needed a distraction. She put the barrel of the gun right between my eyes.
“you know I always thought of myself as a bit of a psychic, I had a feeling you were going to die, and well it looks like my prediction came true.” Monroe said moving her finger to the trigger.
“HEY ASSHOLE UP HERE.”
The other hunter turned his attention to where Theo stood waving his arms. He aimed his gun emptying his rounds on him. I took this time to grab the barrel of the gun that was pressed to my head before head butting Monroe in the face. She fell backwards grabbing her bleeding nose.
“I thought you were a psychic, bitch.” I growled before kicking the gun away from her.
The man, realizing what was happening, struggled to reload his weapon. I pulled out my belt clicking it in place. I swung it in one swift motion and the hunter fell to the ground.
His head separated from his body.
I killed him.
Monroe looked in horror, as did I.
“oh my gosh.” I breathed looking at what I had just done.
A arm reached out pulling me away. I looked up at Theo dragging me back to the car we came in. Liam was in the backseat passed out. The tires squealed as we pulled away from the zoo. I stared straight ahead lost in my thoughts. That man probably had a family and I took him away from his family. Nolan was right, I really was a monster now. So many thoughts were going through my head I barely heard Theo speak up from beside me.
“are you okay?” Theo asked glancing at me.
“I killed him. I killed a man.” I said looking at him.
“you get used to it.” Theo said.
“DON’T TELL ME I’LL GET USED TO IT! OH MY GOD I KILLED SOMEONE!” I screamed.
“if you don't calm down you can join Liam in the back seat.” Theo growled.
“HOW CAN YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN? OH MY GOD SCOTT, WHAT IS HE GOING TO SAY? HE’S GOING TO KICK ME OUT OF THE PACK.” I said putting my head in my hands.
“It was self defense, theirs a difference.” Theo said.
“YOU KILL PEOPLE NOT ME!” I said breathing heavily.
“I haven’t killed anyone today. Can’t say the same for you.” Theo smirked.
He thought it was funny. This most definitely was NOT funny.
“I’m going to add you to my list if you don’t shut up.” I growled finally slowing my breathing.
“are you finally calm?” Theo asked.
I shook my head yes not really believing it myself. An awkward silence filled the car.
“oh god I’m going to throw up.” I said causing Theo to pull over.
I threw open the door releasing everything I had eaten for the past few days. The images of the man's decapitated head filled my mind making me throw up again.
“what’s going on?” Liam asked finally awakening.
“Y/N killed someone.” Theo shrugged like it was no big deal.
“YOU DID WHAT?” Liam asked shooting straight up.
“seriously would you both chill out. He was going to put a bullet through your head if you didn’t take his off.” Theo said.
“I have to tell Scott.” I said looking at my hands.
Theo sighed before making a right turn to Scott’s house. I didn’t know how I was going to tell him but I needed too. I didn’t mean to kill him, I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone. Theo pulled in to Scott’s driveway giving me an annoyed look. I got out of the car taking deep breaths. I walk inside to see Scott, Malia, Lydia, Mason, Melissa, and Chris crowded around a map.
“Scott.” I started causing everyone to look at me.
I wanted to tell him but nothing would come out. He walked over putting his hands on my shoulders.
“what happened?” He asked looking concerned.
“Scott I’m so sorry, I..” I started but was interrupted by Rafe McCall bursting through the front door.
“the guns, they’re all gone.” Rafe said looking at Scott.
“yeah we know.” Scott growled.
“No I mean they were distributed. Distributed to the citizens of Beacon Hills.” He said looking at all of us.
distributed? they were supposed to be destroyed.
“guys.” Lydia said but no one was paying attention.
“GET DOWN!” she screamed.
the first bullet shattered the window making us duck for cover but it was no use they poured in one by one. I cried out before everything became one big blur.
NOLAN’S POINT OF VIEW
“Y/N!” I screamed as she rolled down the hill.
Liam growled coming at me, I tried to move past him but he threw me back. I couldn’t see where she was and it killed me.
“Liam I have to get her!” I said
“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT.” Liam growled coming closer to me.
He was in full werewolf form backing me to the wall. I flinched as he punched the wall directly beside my head. He kept punching it again and again but never directly hit me. Suddenly Liam fell limp on the ground. Another guy stood behind him glaring directly at me.
“I’d run.” He said.
The other guy grabbed Liam dragging him off. I had to find her. I jumped up quickly trying my best to walk down the steep hill but I fell and went rolling too. I hurt my ribs on the way making it hard to breath. I hit the bottom feeling pretty rough. I was a little ways away but I could see everything. Monroe had the gun pointed right between her eyes.
“you know I always thought of myself as a bit of a psychic, I had a feeling you were going to die, and well it looks like my prediction came true.” Monroe said moving her finger to the trigger.
I tried to protest but I got the wind knocked out of me on the way down.
“HEY ASSHOLE UP HERE!”
the other hunter turned to where the guy from earlier was and started shooting at him. Y/N grabbed the barrel of the gun Monroe was holding before hitting Monroe in the face with her head. Monroe fell backwards clutching her nose.
“I thought you were a psychic, bitch.” Y/N said kicking the gun away from her.
“watch out.” I croaked but it was barely audible.
the other hunter was reloading his gun about to shoot her. Y/N removed her belt which I now know was a sword all along. She clicked it in place before swinging it. I watched in horror as the man’s head was severed by her blade. The man’s body fell limp and his head right next to the body. She jumped back in awe of what she did.
“oh my gosh.” She said dropping the sword.
The other guy came over pulling her away. Monroe got up examining the body of the hunter. She soon noticed me laying in the dirt. She came over helping me up.
“this is who she really is Nolan.” Monroe said pointing at the dead hunter.
I couldn't get the image of the hunter out of my mind. I couldn’t get the image of her doing it out of my mind either. I laid awake all night thinking of it. What bothered me most is her killing him did nothing to me. I still wanted her, I still wanted to help her, protect her, love her.
I walked in to school exhausted from everything that happened yesterday. I managed to make it through my first three classes but there was no sign of Gabe anywhere. I got up when the bell rang dragging myself to the next class. Gabe suddenly appeared blocking my way. He had a cut on his face with blood still seeping out of it.
“we have a problem.” He said grabbing my arm.
He led me to the locker room showing me the cracked mirror.
“what happened?” I asked.
“Liam and Theo, they were here asking about what happened at the McCall house.” Gabe said looking at me.
I gave him a confused look.
“what do you mean what happened at the McCall house?” I asked.
Gabe looked down guilty.
“Gabe what did you do?” I asked.
“I did it for you.” He said.
“Gabe what are you talking about?” I asked again.
“I shot up the house, but I told Monroe it was you. All of them were inside except for Theo and Liam.” He said.
I immediately thought about Y/N.
"why did you do that?“ I growled.
"you should be grateful, you’d be dead if it weren’t for me.” Gabe said getting in my face.
I took a deep breath taking off. I could feel the tears cloud my vision. She didn’t escape Monroe just to get killed by Gabe. I quickly got in my car driving to Beacon Hills Memorial. I ran up to the front desk asking if there was anyone with the last name Yukimura there. The nurse said no sending me away. More tears fell down my cheeks as I got back in my car. I refused to believe she was gone. I drove to her house seconds away from a panic attack. I ran to her door throwing it open.
“Y/N?” I called up the steps.
no answer. I quickly ran up the steps in her room but she wasn’t there either. I fell to my knees letting the tears roll down my cheeks. Suddenly the door slammed making me whip around. Scott stood there with his arms crossed in front of him.
“I knew you’d end up here eventually.” Scott said looking at me.
“where is she?” I asked.
“I can show you, but I’m going to need you to do something for us.” Scott said negotiating.
If I said yes there was no going back to Monroe.
“okay.” I said without hesitation.
“follow me.” Scott said walking out her door.
I followed behind him keeping my eyes on the ground. He led me to a blue jeep signaling for me to get in. I nodded my head getting in the passenger seat. To say this was an awkward situation was an understatement.
“what do I have to do?” I asked.
“you’ll know what to do when the time is right.” Scott said glancing at me.
what the hell did that mean?
“how did you know I would show up?” I asked.
“because I’ve been in love before, and I know what it looks like. You’ve never hurt anyone Nolan because deep down you’ve always known she was different but you loved her anyways. Now you just know what makes her and the rest of us different..” Scott said not taking his eyes off the road.
I took a minute to take in what he was saying. It was true, I always knew she was a little different but that’s what made me fall in love with her in the first place.
“She killed someone and I didn’t even care.” I said glancing at Scott.
“yeah Theo told me. He also told me how she proceeded to panic and then threw up afterwards. She would never mean to hurt anyone Nolan, I know her and so do you.” He said pulling in the parking lot.
I looked up to see the sign for Beacon Hills Animal Clinic. I gave him a confused look.
“we couldn’t take her to a hospital.” He said getting out of the car.
I followed after him. He opened the door before stepping to the side. She was laying on metal table, Liam was there holding her hand. His head snapped up as soon as I entered the room.
“what’s he doing here?” Liam growled.
“easy Liam, he’s here because he cares.” Scott said standing in front of me.
“whatever. I keep taking her pain but it isn’t doing anything.” Liam said.
Scott walked over leaning over her. She wasn’t moving.
“Is she dead?” I choked out.
I could feel a single tear run down my cheek.
“no but she’s going to be if we can’t get her to heal.” Liam said looking to Scott.
I walked closer to her. She had three bullet holes in her chest. I felt angry. I wanted to make Gabe pay for this.
“how do we get her to heal?” I asked looking at both boys.
“I don’t know, she needs to command the fox inside of her to heal itself but she can’t exactly do that right now.” Scott said.
“taking away her pain isn’t working either.” Liam said grabbing her hand again.
“can I try something?” I asked looking at Scott and then Liam.
Scott nodded his head moving out of the way. I walked to the side of her looking down at her perfect facial features. I took a deep breath before pressing my lips to hers. I kissed her with everything I had in me. I didn’t know if it would actually work but I needed to try.
“look.” Liam said.
I pulled away looking down at her. The three holes in her chest were healed over, like they were never there. She gasped shooting up off the table.
I like cliffhangers so you can have one more. Beaten coming soon xoxoxo
Hi! Can you write one where joker finds out the reader is selfharming? Like when he catches he doing it?
!!!! WARNING !!!!
THIS MIGHT/CAN BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME PEOPLE: IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO TOPICS SUCH AS: self harm, depressing thoughts, blood, gore etc DO NOT READ THIS! I DON’T WANT YOU GUYS TO GET TRIGGERED. I CARE ABOUT YOU SO PLEASE TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY.
Side note: I’m not trying to romanticise self harming in any way. It was requested and (warning, an opinion is coming!) I think that people should write anything really. I mean, for some murder can be an awful topic. If no one wrote about crime, there would be no detective stories, comics etc. Just saying!
The pain was one feeling that made me feel alive. I didn’t feel completely empty, numb and dead inside when I made myself feel something. When the blood tickled down my skin or the electricity pinched me, I felt alive. Funny how a few weeks ago I was scared to do this, so terrified that my boyfriend the Joker would find it. I still was, but I reached a point where I couldn’t stop.
I cut myself, not so it was super obvious, but sometimes here and there. What I mostly did was something different. I used a few wires and a battery to give myself shocks. It hurt like fuck and rarely left marks. Of course my skin was bruising but J wouldn’t suspect a thing. It was better so. He wouldn’t understand anyway.
I was a disgrace, a stupid girl who couldn’t do anything right. I felt like J would kill me off sooner or later because no one would want someone like me around for too long. Right? Who the fuck would put up with me for longer than a couple months? I was surprised J hadn’t realized what kind of a fool I was by now.
It was Monday evening in Gotham city. J was out somewhere with his goons so I was all alone in the penthouse. The day had been okay so far, but then things turned upside down when I was alone. My thoughts were clogged with bad memories, all the negative things people had told me, my super awful years and simply depressing thoughts. Like Joker hated me, he only used me, the entire world hated me. Stuff like that.
A couple hours passed and then I found myself in our purple bedroom, sitting on the floor close to the bathroom just in case I had to hurry there. I stared at the electricity gadget in front of me. My vision was a little blurry because I had been crying earlier. Tonight seemed worse. I needed something worse than some shocks. ‘’Fuck it’’ I spat out and got up, walking hazily to the bathroom. I opened a white drawer and grabbed a razor. The small cold metal could do a lot of bad things.
I looked at my almost clean wrist. It was very tempting since I used to cut my legs. J would see if I had a lot of scars on my wrist. One couldn’t be too obvious. So I took a deep breath and placed the sharp metal on my wrist, pressing it gently to add pressure.Then I just stared at it with my heart beating harder than normally. I just had to drag it, down, then it would be done.
‘’Come on now’’ I growled at myself, getting angry because I couldn’t find the guts to do it. Then I leaned against the bathroom wall and I tried again. I just couldn’t. My gut twisted because I was a little pissed off with myself. ‘’Do it you sick idiot! It’s not like anyone cares’’ I spoke out loud once I saw my reflection in the mirror. I saw an ugly worthless girl. I gritted my teeth and then let the anger take the best of me. I made a deep cut and then I dropped the razor on the white tile floor. It took me a couple seconds to realize what I had done.
Blood started oozing out of the fresh cut and it hurt more than I expected. ‘’Oh no’’ I whispered and quickly pressed the wound with my clean hand. I made a huge mess! J would get so mad if he saw a ll this blood! ‘’Shit shit shit’’ I hissed under my breath and hurried to another drawer, pulling out a towel. Then I fell down on my knees and I tried to clean the blood. It just soaked the green towel and my bleeding wound kept making a mess. Before I could do anything else, I was stopped.
‘’What the hell is going on?’’ I heard a very familiar voice by the bathroom door. My entire body froze on the floor, every single muscle and cell just tensed up once Joker’s voice rang through my ears. How long had he been here?
‘’Accident..it was an accident’’ I lied with fear in my voice. Then I started getting lightheaded. I felt like I could just go to sleep for years. But I was also scared shitless now that J caught me. ‘’Don’t..lie’’ He tried to say as calmly as he could, but Joker wasn’t the best anger controller. I could tell that he was fucking disappointed in me. The way he spoke sent a shiver down my spine.
I fucked up.
‘’I’m not lying’’ I whispered with tears in my throat. Suddenly I felt like I could sit on the floor all night. I ignored eye contact and I focused on breathing. In and out.. in and out..
Joker growled something under his breath and I could tell that he struggled to keep as calm as he was. Then he kneeled down in front of me, roughly grabbing the towel and then my arm. I had to bite my lips so I wouldn’t start whimpering when he pressed the towel on my cut, pressing it so the bleeding would stop. He faced down so I couldn’t see if he was super angry or sad. It honestly scared me a little bit.
‘’I swear I-I’ll clean up’’ I broke the silence, because it was killing me. Suddenly J raised his head so he could face me. His red lips were pulled into a thin line and there was a dark, perhaps dull twist in his icy eyes. I tried my best to look into his eyes without crying, but it didn’t take long to fail. His silence was just awful because I knew what he was thinking, what he was doing.
Tears blurred my vision and before I knew it they were rolling down my face. My body started trembling and then I sobbed quietly. Why wasn’t he speaking to me? ‘’Why?’’ I finally heard his voice. Now he sounded both angry and somber. I covered my eyes with my other hand and I tried to wipe away my tears, but I couldn’t stop crying. It’s like all my feelings I had kept inside wanted to burst out. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know how to explain it to someone who could react in ways I couldn’t imagine. Even tho he was my boyfriend..
Joker did the unexpected. He scooted right next to me and pulled me closer to him by wrapping his strong arms around me. I leaned against his chest. Soon after he started comforting me the best he could, which was a lot coming from him. J ran his fingers up and down my back, slowly, but so I felt his presence. Then he let me cry. I felt like a kid, crying wildly before it could speak. That was exactly my situation.
‘’What made you do this?’’ He asked me with a raspy voice when I calmed down a little bit. I grabbed the towel hard and I tried to take a deep breath. I had nothing to lose anyway so I could tell him anything. ‘’My thoughts’’ I started with a small voice. I had to tell him, because knowing J he wouldn’t let me off the hook until I told him the truth and if there was a person behind something. Once a guy yelled at me in the club because I apparently bumped into him, ruining his outfit with a drink. J shot the guy in the head, just like that.
‘’My thoughts are so mean to me, it’s like I have a bully in my head’’ I tried to explain something. Then I sniffled and blinked a couple tears away. J played with my hair and let me continue. So I simply told him anything that came to my mind. I told him about my past, my bad childhood, stupid exes and how the voices in my head seemed to get louder and more cruel. Everything.
‘’I just feel so worthless, like you’ll dump me soon and then I’ll have nothing’’ I whispered, partly hoping that he couldn’t hear that part. Suddenly he stopped playing with my hair, making me nervous. I hadn’t looked up to him while talking so I didn’t know his mood. I turned a little so I could look at his face. He seemed surprisingly sad. His red lips were parted a little bit and his eyes were very tedious. First he looked into my eyes, then my tearstained cheeks and my wrist where his eyes stayed.
A wave of guilt slapped my face. I made him look so sad. It’s all my fault..
‘’Why haven’t you told me anything before?’’ He wanted to know, this time being the one avoiding eye contact. My heart skipped a beat. I expected him to pull out his gun and put a bullet through me. ‘’Because I didn’t want to bother you J. I-I didn’t want to seem weak’’ I explained myself carefully. J shut his mouth and looked at me again. Then he put his big hand on my cheek, gently. ‘’You’re not weak baby. Damn..’’ He growled and tilted his head from side to side. He was probably debating inside his head whether he should sound harsh or try to stay calm.
‘’You took down a group of armed men by yourself, you managed to get a cold man like me to feel things. Remember when we met?’’ He questioned me with a deep and raspy voice. I nodded, wondering why he brought that up. ‘’You weren’t scared. While everyone else were down on the floor, scared for their lives, you stood out. You walked up to me and I could have shot you, but no. You were so brave. So you’re not weak. If you were weak, you’d be dead by now’’ He told me very honestly without sugarcoats.
‘’But you must promise me something, and I’m not letting you break that promise’’ He warned me seriously. I knew what he would say, but I still waited. ‘’Don’t ever, I mean never ever do this to yourself again’’ He tried to make a deal. The tone in his voice was harsh and I knew why. He wasn’t playing around. ‘’I promise’’ I sighed and faced down, feeling ashamed. I couldn’t do anything right.
J touched my jaw and made me look at him. ‘’I trust you kitten, I really hope you can keep it. The next time you feel this way, speak to me. We can either talk and be like normal people, or go and find a toy to torture. You don’t have to hurt yourself when there’s plenty of people around’’ He suggested seriously with a small smile. The suggestion sure sounded more thrilling.
‘’I’m sorry J’’ I apologized and sighed. I knew I’d have a scar on my wrist to remind me of this whenever I saw it. ‘’Mmh’’ J breathed out and shut his eyes.I didn’t even want to picture what it would be like to find him in my shoes and me in his. If I ever saw J so broken, I’d break too. Did he feel the same way about me? Or was I in deeper than he was? I had no idea and I didn’t want to find out.
‘’Let’s clean you up’’ He declared after a while. Then he got up and helped me on my feet as well. After sitting down and bleeding for a while, standing made me lightheaded. J put his hands on my shoulders so I could let my blood flow and clear my head. ‘’Thanks’’ I murmured silently. Damn this crying made my head hurt.
‘’And just so you know, after a bath and sleep we’re going to find your old bullies and torture them’’ J let me know and then he started filling the tub. I looked at him, first without an expression but then the corners of my mouth carved into a wicked smile. He truly cared about me. ‘’I can’t wait’’ I replied and then the flame of revenge burnt down my misery, at least for the moment.
Warnings: Swearing, fighting, violence, blood, inury, bad blood between Reader and Bucky, mentions of breakup
Word Count: 1087
Summary: After you and Bucky breakup you can’t stand to be apart of the Avengers any longer, choosing instead to work for yourself. However when Steve asks for your help, telling you that there was no one else he could ask you agreed to one more mission.
A/N: I’m re posting this from my old blog, so I’m going to keep the original tag post for part 2 but if you wanted to be added just let me know right HERE !!
“There isn’t anybody else?” “Sorry y/n, Wanda’s still in Sokovia and I couldn’t get Nat back on such short notice.” “It’s fine, not your fault Steve,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What time do we fly out?” “Zero six hundred tomorrow,” He replied, the sound of relief hanging in his voice. “Thanks for this y/n, I owe you.” “Yeah, yeah.”
I disconnected the call, feeling my shoulders slump as I leant back on the kitchen bench, already exhausted by the thought of tomorrow’s mission. It wasn’t so much the mission itself though, it would be nice to get back into doing what I’d trained for years to do, it would be nice seeing Steve again. However I was also one hundred percent sure that Bucky would also be assigned on the mission, hence why I had a blooming headache starting already.
It had been eight months since I’d last seen or spoken to him, eight months since we broke up in a fit of shouting, tears and thrown objects. It hadn’t been pleasant and as a result I’d walked straight out of the Avengers compound, fully intending to never ever go back. I had been determined back then to get out of that business completely, find an apartment in the city and go to a normal nine to five job like everybody else. However, once something was in your life it was hard to let it go, so I found myself doing odd freelancing jobs, sometimes even for Nick Fury if he asked. I wasn’t at all surprised that he’d passed my new number onto Steve, telling him that I would be more than happy to help him out if he needed.
Pushing myself off the bench I moved to the kitchen cabinet, pulling down a glass and the bottle of whiskey I kept for occasions such as these. Uncapping the lid I poured two fingers into the glass, swallowing them down in only two mouthfuls, the amber liquid burning as it went down my throat. I looked up at the clock as I poured out a little more alcohol. Only seven hours to take off.
The sound of my boots on the tarmac seemed to magnify in the quiet morning, the fog still hanging low to the ground and the sun only barely peeking out in the horizon. I took a deep breath and watched as it misted out in front of me in the frigid morning air.
“Y/n!” I spun around at the call of my name, my eyes landing on Steve, dressed up in his Captain America suit, the cap hanging off one of his wrists. He jogged the last feet between us, bringing me swiftly into his arms, lifting me up slightly off the ground. “It’s so good to see you!” I said with a genuine smile, having only just realized how much I actually missed him. “Eight months hasn’t changed you a bit.” He shrugged, releasing me from his grip and standing back, his eyes sweeping over my form. “It’s changed you though,” He chuckled. “You look good y/n.” “Thanks,” I murmured, feeling the blush creep over my cheeks.
We were pulled from our short reunion as someone cleared their throat behind us, my eyes landing on Bucky, his jaw tense and tight. “Mind if we move this along?” he glowered, his eyes barely sweeping over me as he turned his glare to Steve. Steve looked like he was about to reply but I cut him off before he had the chance, my hand landing on my hip as I glared back at the soldier. “Nice to know that hostility hasn’t left your personality James.” “You bring it out in me,” He spat back, lips set in a thin line.
Without another word he pushed past us both, making sure that his shoulder bumped mine as he passed, the nudge causing me to stumble slightly. I glared venomously at the back of his head, my hands balling into fists at my side. At this very second the only thing I wanted to do was pull the glock from where it was resting on my side and shoot a nice hole through that metal shoulder of his.
Steve squeezed my shoulder, probably guessing my train of thought, the expression on his face filled with guilt. “Sorry y/n,” He said. “I didn’t think he’d act quite like that.” “What exactly were you expecting? It’s not like we ended our relationship on the best of terms,” Steve grimaced and I suddenly felt shitty for taking it out on him; he wasn’t the one acting like a total dick. “Honestly, it’s fine Steve, this is after all a job and no matter how we feel towards each other we might as well be professional about it.”
Part 5 of the Espionage/Assassin AU. Part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here
Trigger warnings for threats and allusions to past and future graphic violence
“You have such a pretty face,” the man hissed and Yuuri
shuddered at the tone, malice twisted into every word. “It’ll be such a shame
to break it.”
A hand shot out, clammy fingers grabbing onto Yuuri’s chin
and forcing his face up so that their eyes met. Yuuri recoiled, pulling as far
away as he could but the bindings on his wrists and legs that secured him to
the chair prevented him from moving more than a few centimetres in either
The sharp jerking movement sent a jolt of pain running
across his chest, the bruises covering his torso from the less than gentle
handling he had been subjected to flaring up again as he tried to suppress a wince.
Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to push the pain down, knowing that the
bruises would be the least of his worries soon enough.
“Of course, we can still avoid all that unpleasantness,” the
man smiled, although there was nothing comforting about the expression, just a
baring of teeth. “All you need to do is tell me what I want to know and I’ll
let you walk free.”
“No you wont,” Yuuri muttered bitterly, glaring at the man
above him and trying to inject every ounce of disdain he felt into his voice.
The man let out a short bark of laughter in response, looking almost amused.
“You’re right, I wont,” he grinned, eyes flashing in the dim
lights of the warehouse. “But I’ll make it quick. If you don’t co-operate on
the other hand…”
“I’m not going to tell you anything,” Yuuri spat out before he
had even finished speaking and felt a smug rush of satisfaction at the brief annoyance
that flashed through the other man’s eyes.
“Fine, have it your way then,” he replied, lip curling disdainfully
as he looked down at Yuuri. “That attitude wont last long, I can promise you
that. I’m much less delicate with how I get my information that Nikiforov is.”
Yuuri flinched a little at the sound of Viktor’s name before
he could stop himself, the wound still too fresh and painful for the reminder.
His captor noticed immediately and his twisted smile widened at the sight.
“He’s very good at what he does, isn’t he?” the man purred,
watching Yuuri’s face closely for any sign of a reaction. “He really makes his
targets believe it and takes all their secrets without them even knowing about
it. They love him right up until the point where he puts a bullet through their
head. I doubt you were any different.”
Yuuri refused to flinch again, tasting the bitter tang of
blood on his tongue where he had bitten the inside of his cheek, determined not
to allow any of the misery he was feeling show on his face. He wouldn’t show
weakness to this man, not even as the truth was hurled back at him, undeniable
and as painful as the moment he had first discovered it.
“You’d probably have been better off if you’d stayed with
him though,” his captor mused, a twisted grin still leering down at Yuuri as he
spoke. “He always does it cleanly. They never even realise what’s coming. I on
the other hand, like to play with my food a bit more.”
The hand holding Yuuri’s face slid into his hair, wrenching his
head back as Yuuri bit back a cry of pain.
“You really did love him didn’t you,” the man crowed,
looking down at Yuuri’s face and Yuuri cursed himself for whatever slip of his
expression had allowed the other man to see the truth beneath it.
Yuuri refused to answer, teeth clenched together to keep his
mouth locked shut and wishing that the words weren’t true.
“I did love him,”
he thought as the man above him laughed, though he refused to say it out loud. Much
as he wished to banish the emotions, they still clung on, stubborn to the last.
A stain that could never be scrubbed clean. “And
somehow, I still do.”
It didn’t matter though. It’s not like Viktor would ever
hear it after all.
It’s been a week since I’ve been living in Kai’s house. In all honesty, I thought that I would have a lot to complain about by now, but I didn’t. It wasn’t as bad as I initially thought it would be.
I’ve been keeping my word. I don’t ask him unnecessary questions and have given him no reason to be suspicious of me. I prepare breakfast every morning and dinner every night. I clean to keep my mind off things and since his house is really big, it keeps me busy. I’ve started to feel sort of like a live-in maid, but I’d prefer that term than being labelled a hostage.
As much as I feel safe in this house from the other gang that apparently wants my head, it’s not ideal for me to stay here. I don’t want to live like this for very long.
A/N: Thank you for making my life easier by requesting similar things lol. Anyways so just in case, there is a warning that the reader will be going into labor. Hope you like it! Lots of angst ahead too, and it doesn’t have a happy ending, I’m sorry. Slight flood warning?? It’s 2500+ words, so.
You smiled at Jack, handing him off to Jessica.
“Thanks again for watching him. I’ve just been needing some me time,” you said to his aunt.
“Hey, it’s not a problem. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to spend time with him, so it’s really a win win for both of us.”
At seven and a half months pregnant, you felt like you resembled something of a blimp. With Aaron gone most of the time because of his job, you were almost always alone, but you still had a job and had to watch Jack on the weekends, so you thought maybe you should have one to yourself for once.
“Just get some rest, okay? You deserve it,” Jessica said, giving you a small hug. You hugged her back.
Once she and Jack were gone, you went back into your house to draw a much needed bath. You turned on your relaxing playlist and listened as ‘Sleepwalk’ by Santo and Johnny murmured through the speakers. Setting up candles and lighting them around the bathtub, you sighed in content.
Actually Mercury, it's always been my wish to watch you die.
Yep. Every night after you both would retire to your bunks, I would climb up to the top of the base and just wait. Hoping I would see a shooting star. So that I could wish for your violent, and unbearably painful demise.
Okay, you can stop now.
I even had a little jingle to go along with it.
-singing- "I just wish that Mercury was dead!"
I hate you.
-Emerald also starts singing-
-singing- "Put a bullet-"
-Cinder stops, Emerald continues singing-
-singing- "Put a bullet through his head!"
What the-? Emerald how do you know that song?!
Oh, it's been in my dreams for years! Now it all makes sense! Oh thank God!
I thought I was crazy when I woke up with that rifle in my hands!
Heheheh, well ain't that the power of music!
Emerald! Why didn't you tell me about this?!
Summary: Jason hadn’t meant to let any of this happen. It happened anyways.
I’ve been working on this for the past couple months, and this is something like the fourth or fifth time I’ve rewritten it. The last draft was less than 6k. This one is about 400 words short of 8k. It’s been a long time since I’ve had to wrangle a fic so much, but I just think it’s because it’s from Jason’s POV and Jason’s always tought for me to write in general.
“A case?” Dick asked, sounding bewildered. “And you need my help why?”
Jason scowled underneath his helmet. Dick couldn’t see it, but it was
totally aimed his way, and it made Jason feel a bit better. He hated to go
running to Dick like this, but he was running out of time and options.
An up and coming drug lord, Darren Sommers, was trying to expand his
drug business by kidnapping children straight from the streets of Gotham and
hooking them on his new experimental drugs. The more kids he hooked, the more people
seemed to be interested. He was also one of the most revolting men Jason had
ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on, and he’d met a lot of disgusting men.
Killed a lot of them, too.
Only, most of the others didn’t have a lot of backup. Sommers did. Seven
beefy guys armed to their teeth. All of them obviously professionals. Traps all
around his base of operations.
Jason hated to admit it, even to himself, but he wasn’t going to be able
to take this guy down by himself, especially when he didn’t know how Sommers
was even getting to these kids on Red Hood’s watch.
He hadn’t wanted to go to Nightwing, but he wasn’t sure if waiting for a
few nights to look for the help he wanted
would damn even more kids. Some part of him thinks he should feel grateful it was
Dick he’d run into tonight, instead of Bruce or the Demon Brat, but Jason’s not
up to feeling the gratitude right now.
Prompt: 80 with Antonio? but like he is the father and the reader talks with someone else about it.
“Does he know about the baby?”
Pairing: Antonio Dawson/Reader.
“I just. I don’t know how to tell him. I know he’s going to be on could nine, but I’m just scared. If I tell him, then I know it’s actually happening.” Y/N told Gabby.
“I know, but he’s gotta find out as some point, Y/N. Plus, the more pregnant you get, you won’t be on ambo with me until after the baby’s born.” Gabby pointed out, before the alarm went off.“Ambulance 61, officer down. 219 green forest road.”
Jumping up, the two paramedics ran towards their rig and made their way to the scene.
Climbing out of the rig, they were met with the sight of a man wielding a gun and Halstead on the ground – shot. Grabbing the bag, Y/N held her hands up.“We’re not here to deal with you. Just need to take care of my friend.” Y/N reasoned, inching her way to Halstead.
“No. Stay there!” He yelled at her, Y/N stopping in her tracks.“Let him die.” Y/N’s jaw clenches as she meets gazes with Antonio. “Come on. You wanna go down for murder? Let her help him!” Antonio shouted to him, his gun pointed at the man.
Within was seemed like seconds, Y/N was grabbed by the man and a gun was put into her side. Inhaling sharply, she bit down on her lip.“Let her go, man.” She faintly heard Lindsay say.“You shoot me, I shoot her.” He tells them, pushing the piece farther into her side.
Swallowing harshly, her eyes stared into Antonio’s. She slightly nodded and quickly ducked before Antonio put a bullet through his head. Somehow, the guy managed to shoot a stray bullet, which hit Antonio in the shoulder.“No!” Y/N yelled out, running over to him. She got down on her knees next to him as he groaned loudly.“It’s okay, baby. Don’t move. Gabby, help Jay!” She called out.
Y/N grabbed her kit and began working on her shoulder. Luckily for him, the bullet went straight through.“You’re okay, baby.” She soon bandaged him up. Amidst all of the struggle, she looked into his eyes.“Antonio. I’m pregnant.” Quickly, the detective shot up.“What? Are you joking? Oh my God. I’m gonna be a daddy. How – I mean. I know how, but. My babies.”
Summary: Before his ‘disappearance’, the reader, Cheryl, and Jason were best
friends. There was only one secret that the reader and Jason have kept from
Cheryl and that secret gives the reader a motive for his murder.
Approx. 1100 words
“… that I’m guilty.”
Guilty? My head snapped up. I had barely noticed Sheriff
Keller and Principle Weatherbee enter the classroom, I was too busy scribbling
along the top of my biology textbook, but I never noticed much these days. The
girl in front of me had stood up and was holding her hands out as if she was
going to be arrested, with a stab of panic I realised it was Cheryl Blossom. I
saw her bite down on her lip to stop it from quivering violently as Sheriff
Keller led her from the classroom with his hand on her elbow. Her
strawberry-blonde curls lightly brushed over her shoulder and tumbled down her
back as she glanced back to look at me. The glance was momentary but I
understood its meaning – I’ll cover you.
The room around me seemed to erupt like a torrent of water
as Cheryl was led away. I put my fingers to my temples as I tried to ignore my
classmates, you would almost think people in Riverdale were glad of his death
as it provided our sleepy town with an endless stream of gossip. Murder was
certainly a more interesting topic than binge-drinking teenagers, or adulterous
housewives, or even the South Side Serpents. Despite my attempts to remain
aloof however, I couldn’t help but feel sick to my stomach as the sound of
gossip swirled around me. Sooner or later someone in this town would discover
my connection to him, someone will find out that I had motive to put that
bullet through Jason Blossom’s head.
I dug my nails
sharply into my hand in an attempt to alleviate the emotional pain that I felt
at the thought of him, his name. The bell rang at that moment and I snatched my
books off my desk at lightning speed, almost stumbling on my way out of the
classroom as I rushed outside into the open air. Leaning against the cool red
brick school building, I slowly took in a breath, sensing the dull ache of my
ribcage as I tried to hold myself together emotionally. Before Jason’s ‘disappearance’
on the 4th of July, Cheryl and I had been best friends. We were the
joint leaders of the River Vixens, the most popular girls in school, I even
shared a birthday with her and Jason – people used to joke that we were
triplets. The three of us trusted one another completely and shared every
secret, which was the reason why Jason would only trust Cheryl and I to help
him fake his death, he was never supposed to actually die.
“Y/N? Are you OK?”
I opened my eyes lazily and was greeted by the worried
expression of my only other real friend in the world, Jughead Jones. I smiled
weakly and nodded.
“Yeah I’m fine Jug. Just a little tired.”
“Want to go to Pop’s? I’ll buy you a milkshake.”
I checked my phone; it was 3:45pm. I guessed that Cheryl
would be at least an hour with Sheriff Keller and after that she would have her
parents to deal with. I knew she would be waiting for me at midnight by
Sweetwater River, just as we had previously planned in case anything like this
happened. She had warned me that texting was a bad idea – the sheriff’s
department could always seize our phone records.
You walked down the stairs of the bunker, your high heel boots clicking on every step, almost as if you were making your presence known. Almost on queue you were greeted with the barrel of a gun in your face, Dean Winchester on the other end. He let out an aggravated sigh, looking at you but rolling his eyes to turn to his larger brother Sam.
“Why in the hell would you bring Y/N on this?!” He turned to his brother, gesturing towards you with a grimace, Sam was quick to defend you. “Just because you don’t like her doesn’t mean it depicts her skill as hunter.”
You were always curious as to why Dean hated you, he never really told you and in the past you were way to shy to ask him. “Why do you hate me?”
Dean wouldn’t turn to look at you, he wouldn’t answer the question, you rolled your eyes. With an annoyed sigh, you grabbed him by the shoulder, making him face you, “why do you hate me so much, Dean?”
“You need to leave.” He only stated, his green eyes staring into yours, he was always hiding something behind the stiff expression. You looked at his face, staring at everything that made up Dean Winchester, the deep green eyes, the consistent shadow of stubble and the occasional scar that popped up on his face.
“Whether you like it or not, I am going on this hunt with you, Dean.” You walked past him, your shoulder bumping his as you did, he was taken aback by your sudden hit, but you kept walking. He turned to look at you, only watching as he gave Sammy a sneer.
You went to your room, changing out of the clothes you were in, feeling dirty in the travel clothes. You put on the usual outfit, tank top, jeans, combat boots and leather jacket, you set your bag down, now feeling comfortable.You walked out, seeing Sammy now in the living room, reviewing the hunt you guys were going to be going on, you sat down next to him.
“A group of demons terrorizing an area of small homes just outside of chicago.” You nodded, Dean set a cup of coffee down besides you, you smiled lightly at him, “thank you. How many are there?”
Sam shrugged not knowing the answer, Dean sat down across from you, avoiding eye contact with you. For him ‘hating’ you, he didn’t do much of a good job, he seemed to be more afraid of you than anything.
“All we know is that Lucifer is rumored to be there, we could be wrong, but Crowley isn’t the one leading demons in small attacks on elderly people.” You started to think about this hunt, comparing it to the previous ones you had been on, you hadn’t known Lucifer to just attack an Elderly neighborhood.
Dean stood up, his keys ringing in his pocket, you knew that signal, it was time to leave for the hunt. You grabbed your gun and tucked it in your hem of your jeans, next were your multiple knives, hiding in various spots.
The trip wasn’t long, but it was longer considering the fact that Dean wasn’t going to talk to you. Once you arrived at the chain of houses, you could almost the air it was that thick of tension, you couldn’t talk to him without feeling awkward.
You climbed out the back seat of the car, looking around, hoping to soon see the black eyes that demons possessed. It was only pitch black outside, you couldn’t see anything that the street lights weren’t lighting up, and that was very little. Dean stepped in front of you, prohibiting your view, you felt conflicted, “what’re you doing?”
“Hunting, what are you doing?” He stated a little too loudly, you scoffed and crossed your arms, “no shit, I thought you were gonna start playing hopscotch.” you yelled back, getting up in his face, Sam noticed the tension, but didn’t say a word.
Dean looked away from you, but he never wavered his stance, only biting his lip, “Maybe you can kill them with your sarcasm, because you are no good with your weapon.”
You held your hand on your gun, it had now turned into a screaming match rather than a conversation, “maybe if your giant head wasn’t in my way so much I would be able to see!”
Sam tried to stop the screaming, but he was soon shut down, realizing that you and Dean weren’t going to be interrupted.He kept trying to intervene, throw in little words as you and Sam kept yelling back and forth.
“Maybe you shouldn’t answer when Sam calls! Then you no longer have to see my fat head!” The silence was soon concerning, not a peep came from Sam, Dean noticed almost instantly, he looked to where Sammy was once standing, but there was nothing.
“And why shouldn’t I answer Dean! You seem to hate me without a reason!” You finally screamed out at the oldest winchester, he turned to you, his green eyes looking into yours.
“Sammy?” You started to get worried, now alone with the one man on Earth who you couldn’t seem to read, “see what you did? Now Sammy is missing.”
You walked to the other side of the car, looking to see if you could find out where Sammy was, “How about we split up, you go to those houses and look and I’ll go to the other side.” Dean was reluctant to splitting up, but he knew you could handle yourself.
Sammy was nowhere in sight, he wasn’t in the abandoned houses, and you didn’t have it in you to break into the other houses.. That was until you saw a basement light, one of the houses had the lights on, an older person doing laundry at 2am, very unlikely.
You pulled up your gun, walking toward the house, you went slowly, taking one step at a time. That was until a sense of being followed rose into the back of your mind, you knew the demon or demons were out here. “Come out you bastard.”
“It’s not very nice to classify someone as a bastard when you’ve never met them.” You turned on your heel to see an older woman, maybe 70, she was hunched over, a smile on her face as she held a pair of garden shears in her hands.
The older woman started to walk towards you, but you pointed the gun at her, “what kind’ve old lady trims her hedges at 2AM?”
She snickered and kept walking towards the gun, but soon dropping the wobbling act, her eyes glowing a bright red. “Lucifer?”
You stumbled backwards, mesmerized by the glowing eyes, she cocked her head to the left, you held up your gun, no longer moving. The gun was pressed against the temple of the woman, you pulled the trigger hearing the ringing in your ears as the body hit the ground.
Blood splattered on your face, causing your face to become sticky, you waited, it was only a second until she would get back up. “Oh honey, I have multiple bodies on hand.”
A hand traveled up your spine, causing you to shiver as it reached your neck, gripping it tightly as the air clenched in your throat. “Would you like to be the next one?” He kissed your neck, breathing in your scent, you pulled your head forwards slowly, wrenching it backwards in an act of headbutting. “Y/N are you okay?” Dean’s voice called out to you, you reacted quickly, throwing your plan into action.
Your head hit his a stinging in the back of your head started, but he let go of your neck, you moved forwards but heard a gunshot ring out, and soon it felt like something was burrowing into your side. Dean and Sam ran around the corner, your eyes traveled down to your stomach, your shirt was slowly staining red.
“Can’t have a damaged vessel.” Lucifer stated as he walked away, you started to fall to your knees, but you couldn’t let him get away that easily. You pulled one of your knives out, stabbing it in and out of his leg, making sure it would leave a blood trail.
Dean and Sam rushed to you, concern spread on their face, Dean was quick to grab you, placing you in his lap. He was concerned about you, but you wanted Lucifer to be caught, “S-sam, go get him.”
“Y/N, you are hurt, no.” You shook your head at his comment, feeling the pain running through you, you winced and looked up at Dean, “I have Dean, go get him.”
Sam didn’t want to go, but after arguing with him, he finally ran after Lucifer. Dean looked down at you, taking off his flannel and using it to stop the bleeding, you winced as he set it down, “Dean-n, why-y do you ha-te me?”
“I don’t hate you. I want to protect you.” You had finally realized why Dean never wanted you around, well why he never wanted you to go out on hunts, he was in love with you, or at least had feelings.
You moved your hand up to his face, softly touching his scruff, “protect me from what? The demons or you?”
He smiled, Dean Winchester actually smiled at you, you started to sit up, but Dean tried to stop you. You shook your head, standing and looking to Dean for support, Dean was shocked to see you standing, but when you needed him, he was right at your side, helping you walk. You put most of your weight on him for support, “Y/N, you shouldn’t really be walking.”
“I’m not going down yet, let’s get this motherfucker.” Dean tied his flannel around your waist, most of the bleeding contained but after all of this you would still need to go to the hospital.
“That’s my girl..” Dean whispered, watching as you withstood a bullet being sent through your torso and even try to fight the devil himself.
Steve slowly came awake to the sound of boots outside of the motel room door. Heavy footsteps like those could only be made by combat boots. Steve turned his head on the pillow. You were still sound asleep between him and Bucky. Your hair was over your face and your leg was thrown over his thighs. Steve looked past you to Bucky. His eyes were also open, looking at Steve. He had heard the boots too.
More sets of footsteps had joined the first.
‘Time to go,” Steve mouthed to Bucky.
He slid out from underneath you and started pulling on his clothes. He bent down and threw yours on the bed as Bucky was waking you up. Whatever Bucky had said to you in your ear, startled you awake. You sat up quickly, pushing your hair out of your face. You scrambled out of bed as quietly as possible and pulled your own clothes on. Bucky was doing the same as you went over to your backpack and searched for the gas grenades you had stashed in the side pocket. You pulled two out and held them up to Steve and Bucky. Both nodded their heads in approval.
Bucky threw everything he could find that belonged to the three of you in his backpack and put it on. Steve picked up his shield and motioned for you to peak out the curtain.
You leaned up and peered through the slight opening down the middle. It was still dark outside but you could make out the men standing around the door.
You lifted your hand up, showing the number five. Then, made a gun out of your thumb and index fingers.
Request: ¡Hola! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where you call Alex because you just heard the tapes from Hannah and he comes over, but it actually prevents him shooting himself. Thank you!
I gave this so much thought, I planned it out very well and nothing was going to stop me, yet I still can’t seem to actually do it. I wanted someone to stop me, to convince me to stop but no one was there. I was alone. I kept thinking about if this is what i really wanted. I saw how fucked up everyone got after Hannah’s death. What if me doing the same thing Hannah did would make things hard for (Y/N)?
'No it can’t be, she knows what you did to Hannah, she doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore.’ I thought to myself.
My phone rang in my pocket, i pulled it out and looked at the called ID, it was none other than (Y/N). Me and her haven’t spoken in about a week. I was really distant from my friend group and so was she. No one knew why she suddenly stopped talking to anyone, but i did. She had the tapes. She new about everything that has happened. I don’t know how or why she had them. She wasn’t friends with Hannah, she wasn’t even really mentioned in the tapes except for a few times.
After 3 missed calls she tried calling again, this time I chose to finally answer.
"Alex I finished them, all 13 of them.” She said crying.
I didn’t really understand why she was crying, her and Hannah were never really close, but it still hurt to hear her so upset.
"O-okay" i answered, not really knowing what to say or how to react.
"Can you come over? I really need to see you" she asked
"Why? Are you just gonna yell at me for what i did to Hannah? You don’t think I already know how fucked up it is?“ I said taking out my anger on (Y/N), which I instantly regretted.
"No Alex, i just finished the tapes and i don’t know what to do. I need someone to talk to right now, and I don’t really have anyone. Please just come over"
"A-alright then, I’ll see you in a bit” I answered back and quickly walked to my car.
I stared at the red light in front of me.
'Did (Y/N) actually stop me from putting a bullet through my head?’ I thought
What would she even do if she found out what i was going to do? Would she be mad and yell or sad and cry? To be honest i don’t really want to find out which is why i don’t plan on telling her.
I pulled into her driveway and saw that there weren’t any cars there, which meant her parents aren’t home. I knocked on the door and she quickly opened it and pulled me into a hug which i really wasn’t expecting. I thought she was gonna lecture me about how much of a dick i was.
"Wait so you’re actually not going to yell at me?“ I asked obviously confused.
"No” she simply answered.
She pulled away and told me to come in. I did so and made sure to close the door behind me.
"(Y/N) why are you even crying over Hannah? You didn’t know her. You weren’t friends with her. You were just an acquaintance i guess.“
"Even though i didn’t know her it still fucked me up to listen to a dead girl talk. I can’t imagine how hard things were for her and how she had to deal with it every day.” She answered.
After a while I was just sitting there on the couch holding her in my arms as we talked about many things. We started out as talking about our shared hate for Bryce and how much of a bitch Courtney was, but then we moved on to random topics.
In that moment I was glad (Y/N) called me. Im glad she stopped me before i did something stupid. Even though she doesn’t know what she did, i cant help but be thankful for her just being there.
The next day I woke up alone in our bed. The other side of the bed was still a little warm so I knew J hadn’t been up for long. I yawned and sat up, but stopped in my tracks as I felt a paint in my ribs. ‘’Ouch’’ I mumbled, knowing immediately that a bone must have been broken. I got out of bed and made the bed before getting dressed. I was wearing a silky nightgown and that’s all. I fluffed the pillows and then made sure everything was neat.
I got in the bathroom and washed my face. As I started to brush my teeth and put on make-up, I thought about yesterday. What a horrible day. J promised to not hurt me again and I really wished with all my heart that he wouldn’t. I was terrified.After a long bath and being kissed all over, he ordered some pizza for us. The rest of the day was ok.
Fifteen minutes later I was done with my makeup and I changed my clothes. J was probably two floors down with his henchmen, planning the next mission. I was still not sure whether I could come or not. But based on his anger yesterday, I doubted it and I wouldn’t even ask.
Another ten minutes later I was dressed in red underwear, black jeans and a blue button up shirt of his. His shirts were comfier than mine , at least at home. I walked out of our penthouse and got into the elevator. As I saw myself in the mirror, I realized that the bruise on my jaw was still visible from under the foundation. ‘’Oh well..’’ I sighed just as the doors slid open. His henchmen were around computers and some of the offices were taken. I walked further inside and tried to find my J.
Instead of finding Joker, I saw Frost by a group of henchmen. I felt like I had to apologize to him sooner or later, even tho I couldn’t remember quite what I did wrong. Just then I heard J’s angry voice. I followed it and stayed behind a corner where I saw him in front of about 10 of his men.
‘’If I see that one of you do that again, I will put a bullet through your fucking head!’’ He snarled angrily at them. My heart started to beat harder in my chest even tho he wasn’t yelling at me. The henchmen nodded and some said ‘yes sir’ or ‘yes boss’ in fear. Everyone feared Mr.J. Even Batsy even tho he tried not to show it.
‘’Oh and one more thing’’ J suddenly remembered and walked towards the corner where I was. I literally held my breath so he wouldn’t notice me. I watched as he got in front of a dark haired guy. J smiled evilly and I recognized that smile. It was a smile you didn’t want to see, because nothing good ever followed afterwards. ‘’I know how you looked at my girlfriend yesterday during mission’’ J told him, making a shiver run down my spine.
‘’Boss I-I didn’t..’’ He defended himself with a stuttering voice. ‘’Oh’’ J fake pouted and grabbed his gun from his silver jacket. I watched as he pressed it against the man’s abdomen. ‘’You tried to distract her didn’t ya? It’s you who wanted her to fail..’’ He growled deeply, raising the gun up until he was pointing at his head. ‘’No boss, I didn’t’’ The guy gulped, but even I could hear it was a lie.
‘’Oh such a shame..’’ J sighed and pulled the trigger. I had never startled from a gun before, but suddenly my heart jumped to my throat and a flashback of him hitting me flashed before my eyes. I saw the guy fall dead on the ground and blood pooling on the hardwood floor.
‘’To the others, don’t ever mess with Y/N’’ J warned them,but I was too shocked to focus. I could literally see him hitting me again and again and again. Before he could find me, I hurried back to the elevator. I pressed the button to get on the 30th floor which was our penthouse. Just as I thought the doors would shut, J stepped in. ‘’Oh you’re awake’’He noticed and smiled.
‘’Yeah, I was..looking for you’’ I said nervously, ignoring the fact that I had seen him kill the guy and that I had a flashback. ‘’You found me’’ He chirped and then the elevator shut and went up. ‘’Y-yeah..’’ I mumbled quietly.Fuck it, I was a bad liar sometimes. But J didn’t question me. I saw that he raised his arm and it caused me to flinch. I raised my arms in front of my face and shut my eyes tightly. My muscles grew tense and my breath hitched in my throat as I waited for a hit.
‘’Sorry! Sorry..I didn’t mean to lie!’’ I whimpered and my knees started trembling. ‘’Y/N..’’ J said my name sadly. I gritted my teeth nervously and peeked at him between my arms. He looked sad, not angry or shocked, just really sad. ‘’I wasn’t going to hit you’’ He told me with a broken voice. Oops. I lowered my arms and then bit the inside of my cheek. The elevator doors opened, but he didn’t walk out. ‘’Did you think that babe?’’ He whispered and slowly moved his hand on my shoulder.
A blush spread on my face from embarrassment. ‘’Sorry J’’ I apologized and felt uncomfortable. Why would I do that? ‘’Don’t be..’’ He sighed and then walked into our penthouse. I followed him and stayed quiet. Just as he shut the front door, he spoke again. ‘’What were you saying in the elevator?’’ He asked me and walked to the kitchen. I followed him a little nervously. Would he be mad again? I guess I just had to find out.
‘’I saw that you shot him..’’I admitted and then played with the hem of the shirt I was wearing. J faced me quietly and it made my heart beat harder and I hated it. I hated to be scared of him. ‘’Good. At least I don’t have to tell it to you’’ He said rather calmly which surprised me. ‘’Are you sure you’re ok with it?’’ I looked up to him in surprise.
His red lips curved into a sweet smile. ‘’Yes doll’’ He purred and suddenly I felt his hands on my hips. ‘’Relax babe’’ He told me, probably noticing that my soul nearly jumped out of my body whenever he moved. ‘’I’m trying’’ I admitted shyly and looked away. Usually I was carefree and hyper around J. He probably hated me like this which made me feel more of a bother.
‘’Let me make you feel good..’’ He whispered into my ear and suddenly pressed his crotch against mine. My eyes widened and I was sure I was blushing. ‘’Okay babe?’’ He asked me and rubbed my back. Holy shit he was hot when he spoke like that. I nodded and let him lift me onto the kitchen island so I was sitting on it. I wrapped my legs around him and then kissed his red lips. J kissed me warmly and was quick to push his tongue into my mouth. I could kiss him until I’d choke because these moments were somehow rare but so amazing.
J touched my body softly and started to unbutton the shirt while his lips were devouring mine.His warm kiss made me relax and melt onto him. ‘’You have the sweetest lips doll’’ He let me know and then threw the blue shirt on the kitchen floor. Then he unbuttoned my pants and dragged them off. ‘’Eager much?’’ I smiled and looked into his darkened eyes. ‘’I’m hungry’’ He told me raspily and I swear it was the hottest thing. I nearly came at the sight of him being horny.
His fingers hooked around my red panties and he pulled them off. I kicked them on the kitchen floor and then laid down on the kitchen island. J sat down on a stool and wrapped his arms around my legs. ‘’You’re so wet doll’’ He let me know raspily and then kissed my thigh. ‘’Don’t tease’’ I begged, really eager to feel his mouth do the magic on me.
Suddenly J pressed his warm mouth on my wet pussy and licked up from my slit so he could taste me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head from the pleasure I hadn’t felt in a few weeks now. Foreplay had stayed aside lately which was kinda sad. ‘’So good’’ He purred and pressed his tongue on my clit. It felt so good.
‘’Yes J..’’ I moaned as he started to eat me out real good. He pushed his face closer to me and gently nibbled on my sensitive nub. I moved my hands to his hair which I usually wasn’t allowed to do. The only time I could mess with his green hair was when he was between my legs. J pushed his long tongue inside of me, spreading my soft walls a little bit. Then he started to push his tongue in and out of me, making pleasure build up in me.
‘’Fuck yeah’’ I purred happily and bucked my hips against his face while pushing him closer by his hair. I was so fucking sensitive so it felt ten times better. Each time he did a little rougher move, I bucked my hips and moaned louder. After a while he pulled back and I looked down at him. His face was glistening because of my arousal. He was smiling and looking at me darkly because he was so lustful.
‘’Boss are you here?’’ Someone yelled from behind the door. ‘’Yes and I’m busy’’ He shouted back and suddenly pushed two fingers inside of me, making me gasp in surprise. I had to cover my mouth with my hand so the man behind the door couldn’t hear me. ‘’How long?’’ He asked J. Joker started to fingerfuck me roughly, pushing his fingers deep inside of me each time. I could hear my wetness as he fingered me. It felt so good that it was nearly impossible to shut up.
‘’Twenty minutes or something’’ J informed the guy and came closer to me. As he fingered me with his long fingers, he pressed his warm mouth on my throbbing clit. That’s it. A loud moan escaped my mouth and I felt like heaven. I knew the man had heard us, but I didn’t care anymore. An orgasm was building up inside of me and J pushed me closer each time he touched my G-spot.
‘’Fuck J!’’ I moaned loudly and wanted more. He licked and sucked on my clit and then pushed a third finger inside of my tightness. First it hurt a tiny bit, but pleasure took over quickly. He used his other arm to keep my hips down so I couldn’t squirm if it got a little too much. ‘’Come for me baby’’ He encouraged me and then looked up to me while eating me and fingering me.
I held my breath and then let go. A powerful orgasm hit my like a brick wall and I yelled out his name in pure pleasure. My walls tightened around his fingers ,yet he didn’t stop. ‘’J!’’ I whimpered and tried to wiggle away because I was so sensitive. Every little touch made me jump, but he kept me down. ‘’Relax’’ He told me darkly and continued licking my clit. I couldn’t even breathe properly.
‘’Fuck fuck fuck’’ I grunted and tried to handle the pleasure that was overwhelming me. My vision got a little blurry, but I managed it. Since he never stopped, it didn’t take long for a second orgasm to come closer. ‘’J..Oh..fuck’’ I whimpered and tugged his hair. My other orgasm came out of the blue, numbing all my other senses but the ability to feel. As the pleasure rolled on my body, my legs started to shake and my head fell back in pure pleasure.
I swear I could see stars.
J pulled out his fingers and I felt something wet. He started licking my pussy hungrily, making me whimper because I was still sensitive. This really drained my energy a little bit. ‘’You taste delicious’’ He let me know while finishing me up. My body was taken over by the pleasure and sensitivity of two mind blowing orgasms. J noticed and stood up. ‘’Aw baby..do you feel good?’’ He asked me and helped me to sit. I squeezed my legs together and leaned against his chest while catching my breath.
‘’Mhhmm’’ I tried to mumble a yes. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. ‘’You squirted babe’’ He whispered proudly while holding me. A blush spread on my face, but I didn’t really mind. He did it to me. ‘’The others heard us’’ I reminded him. ‘’So what? At least they know that you’re mine doll’’
Summary: Owing the Winchesters a debt, the reader finds herself harboring a vampire friend of Dean’s, but he isn’t the only one who has to worry about being hunted.
Word Count: 2206
Author’s Note: Hello my pretties! I return, and this time have a SERIES for you! This has long been in the works and I am so excited to be writing our favorite vampire again. Please tell me what you think with your feedback as you follow along this story; I would love to know your opinions!
The moment you heard Dean Winchester’s deep, gruff voice on the other end of the phone, you knew you were in for some trouble. As the saying goes, nothing good comes from a Winchester. It wasn’t entirely untrue. Ill fortune seemed to follow them wherever they went, and most often than not the fate of anyone who got close to them was not a pleasant one. You couldn’t say you were thrilled to receive the phone call. Their name was quite well known to you and left a bad taste in your mouth, and you weren’t exactly buddy buddy with the brothers. The only reason you had even met them was when a hunt went very wrong and they came to your rescue in the nick of time, and as luck would have it – or rather a great misfortune, you were indebted to them because of it. After finishing the hunt together, albeit hesitantly on all three sides, you parted ways but not without telling them you owed them and volunteering giving them your number, and all they had to do was pick up the phone.
A year and a half have passed without any contact with them, and you had hoped they forgot your promise.