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.”
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.”
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.
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: 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.”
Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean (PAIRING IS KIND OF REVEALED)
Warnings: slight angst, mild language, violence
Overview: You were raised in the hunter life. You fell out of it. It wasn’t your choice to get pulled back in.
Word Count: 1,555
A/N: This is the fifteenth installment in my first ever fanfic. It’s the showdown you’ve all been waiting for. Lee and Han (@wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie) were my beautiful betas for this. When are they not my betas? I love them so much. If you’re not following them, you should be. These words, like everything else I write, are for me. Feel free to join me in the adventure.
It started one night as I’d gotten out of my truck to head into the house. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and the weight of someone’s eyes caused me to quickly spin around, arms raised defensively as I searched for the onlooker. Arlo, feeling my uneasiness, immediately went tense beside me and growled low in his throat. We both scanned the surrounding area, picking up on the slightest movements and the faintest sounds. When nothing materialized, I quickly unlocked the door and backed into the house, my gun being the first thing I retrieved upon securing the door behind me. Nothing happened that night, but I did a triple round of the area and kept my gun tucked into the back of my waistband.
Part of me felt silly, a part that continued to grow until I placed my gun back into its hiding spot by my bed with a small chuckle. I was just being paranoid. I cursed my old hunter instincts that were obviously out of practice. I pushed the feeling of unease to the side and then completely away. I went to bed and only gave it a second or third thought before drifting off to sleep.
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.
”Who’s it’s possible that both of us took out the trash
God, that woman pisses me off
to no end!…but that’s why I want her
“I’m on middle of the fucking
fight! Stop it!
I’m gonna throw up, I hope
Come on woman!
I broke two lower ribs, my
stomach is full plum color.. Sleeping is kinda hard
“Jump!” “What?!” “Aim for the tree!”
“Do you think this is a good
“My honest opinion is that this is the worst idea I’ve gotten since going to
You broke me out of the prison
for this? As grateful as I am for getting me down from that wall, I don’t think
you want me messing with that
The kid was around adults all day,
he knew how to approach them easily.
Toni was uncomfortably leaning
backwards on her hands as Scott stitched
the wound inches below where the sport bra ended.
I have a breathing fucking
creature inside my stomach, if you want to talk to me, you better fucking speak
nice to me.
“Did you eat my lasagne last night?”
“I haven’t even seen you in weeks.”
“That doesn’t mean you haven’t broken into my flat. Remember, I know you.”
did he just..? Tell me he
didn’t just put foot through my door
“What’s happening with Tom?”
“Oh it’s full war with him.”
”Are the knots too tight?”
“I don’t care.”
“Well they’re on you..”
She got her ribs kicked in
“You sure that this is
“This is an great idea, what are you even talking about?”
“Can I get you something
“What would you suggest, barkeep?”
“Rum and coke, without rum of course.”
She’s the type of person
who will pull the trigger for you when you’re too weak to do this yourself
You couldn’t have choice the worst
time to do that
She could barely move her toes
without grimacing in pain.
With a broken nose and a stitches
on her cheek, she showed up at senior’s prom and started a fight
“Who are you?”
“I’m someone who the people you own money are afraid of.”
“Was that a gunshot?” “Gunshots don’t echo, fireworks do.”
“Was that yes or no to the gun”
I think she grew up with at
least one broken rib at any given time
That’s a brave fucking kid
stared down at my hands, as people walked past the stairs, laughing and talking
to each others. I was starting to feel the pain on my knuckles.
lifted her hoodie over her head covering herself from the world and stuffed her
hands into the front pockets of hers jeans hunching hers shoulders closer to
hers body as if trying to be unnoticeable.
The itching rope was rubbing
against my wrists as I tried to yank the rope off, they had bound my legs from
ankles and up my knees. Something was tied around my neck, it restrained me
from moving, which was obviously doing it’s job right.
To family. What wouldn’t
she do? She took the punches for her siblings, from fists of her father and
words of so many who ever were relevant.
“But he’s staring right at me”
You have to admit, she’s
great at what she does.
If they trap us, we have
good 50 minutes before we could get help. So don’t mess up.
She was the first one to
reach there and she took the worst of it
He tightened his grip on my arm again and dug his
nails into my skin.
Three of them all squished
into the back seat of the car.
Tyler had my teel backpack on his shoulder, his big form looking
ridiculous with such a color
“You thought he was crazy
and you decided to just sat down next to him?”
“He’s an nice guy”
“You can’t deny that this
“We are in prison. Nothing relaxing about this”
speak about the accident, Dara!”
“No, no, we do not talk about it! Only mention it several times and wait
someone to snap at us!”
“They will beat us down and yell until we tell them the secret behind the
Joisie knew that smirk on Rosa’s
face. It wasn’t even a smirk, it was just disturbing lift of her red painted
lips as she marched through the dance floor.
“What are you doing?“
“Depends are you going to judge me or
“It really depends if you’re cleaning blood off your shirt?”
Her head hurt. Almost
enough for her to put a bullet in her own head
“Pretended to be my sister!”
“Seriously, again? Who lies about having a sister to get a girl?”
“This is going to hurt.“ “To be honest, you’d done much”
“If I one more time wake up with duct tape over my
mouth, I will throw you out of the fucking balcony.”
“It’s not my fault that you snore!”
“You could’ve called, Kurt.”
“Is he home?”
“Passed out cold mid-way up the stairs.
She can pass the polygraph easily,
you know that.
Following people isn’t nice, you know.
Someone came to clean up the place?
“Can you contact him?”
“It isn’t so easy..”
“Can you or can you not?”
“You look bit homeless there”
“I am bit homeless, though”
My clothes weight so much because of this
I can’t hold you, you fat
bastard. Use your feet to climb
Only you would ask somebody
who you met for the first time to break you out of a damn prison
She will kill you if that’s the only
way to get him back
You know what they called me. You know my reputation
“You didn’t actually kill him, did
“Well now, you really have to define killing and accidentally letting him die”
answering the phone is not a new thing for her
Should I apologize and kick you or not apologize and kick you.
again we are on the starting point. Crying on the playground.
on my anger issues and seeing you angers me the most, so stay the hell away
not saying we should worry, but we have no breaks and the bridge is ending.
We have a lead. Well, it’s more of a stupid ass guess,
but it’s somethin’
“Where did you bury her?”
“We have possible sighting of her in
Waterfront Park, Seattle”
“It’s her. It’s definitely her.”
“Your name is James? But you’re a girl“
“My father was in drugs when he decided it“
Explain the blood
I pulled the trigger, hoping that
the bullet magically would turn around and kill me instead
“I’m a graphic designer, not a
“Nobody told you how to throw water to a fire?”
who did you manage to fell asleep in the bathtub?
really have high tolerance of pain, don’t ya?
“Does your shoulder hurt?”
“I have a butcher knife sticking out of me! What the fuck do you think?!”
amazes me how you are willingly to put your body through everything only to
“Will you dig me out if this collapses in?
slowly brought the spoon to her mouth, closing her eyes as the warm liquid
touched her lips. It was like she was afraid to eat.
There was no sympathy in her words
past flickered in her eyes, the torture and pain coming back in waves.
Have you eaten breakfast yet?
If she hits someone again, she will get kicked out
She might be in prison by then
threw her bag and the cigarettes on the backseat
She laid on her bed, pouring last of the mashed up chips down her throat.
Relaxing her arms and letting them slam down against the mattress.
She didn’t fight back, not
Tell me that this is never going change”
“But the truth is, this is going to change.
I jumped to
the couch, placing my leg on his lap. “Touch me.” I dramatically whispered, “I
just shaved.” Isaiah laughed, pushing my legs away.
Ohhh, that ain’t
I don’t aim
on being the sweetheart one
I kept the helm of the dress
up, as I ran towards Leo, grabbing him into one arm hug
After I had kicked the ball to Gordon, a third leg
intervened, tackling me to the ground.
His leg managed to connect
left side of my face
On second period, I dragged myself in my car and passed out
in the backseat
She and Diego did every
single thing that a parents would do for their kids
You still don’t seem to understand. She doesn’t care if she
dies, and that’s a biggest problem for us
I am parked outside your
house, so get your ass out here or we’re gonna leave
Okay, I just want to put you on mute right now
My girl, you are crazy as
Bennett leaned against the wall, staring down at my shoes as
I nervously tapped it against the ground
You do whatever you hate to
do to save her
“Don’t be an asshole this time, okay?”
“If you mean the blood mojito thing, it wasn’t my fault –“
“It was definitely your fault, so shut up.”
She had her head over the sink, both
doctors stapling her busted up head
a towel under your head so the sheets won’t be bloody.”
The bandages around my torso constricted
painfully as I drew in a deep breath, hoping the stitches wouldn’t tear.
special if he choice you from 23 girls.”
“Yes, or he might be a serial killer or creepy otherwise.”
“Or like last time, it might be grandpa of one of our girls and you have to
bring your medical past back up.”
Okay, that was an aggressive door slam.
”Just a heads up, Eric’s looking for you”
Of course he is.”
One week here, and she stabbed three of our
staff members, landed seven patient into medical care.
She’s the best damn sniper in this base
let’s be honest. This isn’t exactly working.
You still believe in happy endings?
Both of them could see
the silvery white scar, about a half an inch wide, midway down her rib cage.
was regretting her idea of putting high heeled ankle boots as she struggled to
keep up with Nikki, who was walking ahead, kicking the snow and sleet
Half-finished cigarette stumps were
scattered on the last step
job is to run in front of everyone and not to get killed. Simple
I jumped around to keep the balance as I
ripped my shoe off, chunking it away to corner.
is going to kill you”
“Quite many people are going to kill me”
“I don’t think you
understand.. I’m not an angel. I kill people, I murder people.. it’s my work,
my job is to kill.”
“If you ever again hurt her, look at her
bad way.. I will kick in your miserable little balls. I will show you how it
feels like to be beaten by somebody how once said ‘I love you’ to you. I can
make it to hurt..”
”You should get somebody who actually wants
to help you”
“I will buy you double”
you explain why you are even with him?”
“Somebody’s gotta do it. I’m taking a bullet for everybody else”
“How can you even sleep next to him?”
“Well, the snarleks is paying off with other things”
“I don’t wanna even know.”
Mikey! Your father wants you to phone!
You want to play her game? Don’t. You don’t
want to get into it, believe me.
on a fish pool asshole
Apparently I’m only good at taking beatings
“I trust her”
“It doesn’t matter. She doesn’t trust herself.”
Someone just proposed in our dorm. Anybody
know who’s Marley
dwarf looked her with disgust
“Do you think she will stay?”
“Knowing her.. I think she will
were supposed to bring the ladder”
“I did. The bike is the ladder.”
“No! Bike is not a ladder.”
“I hold it, you climb up the wall of amazement.”
She wouldn’t last much longer, both of them knew it.
Her knees were going to give up soon
her forehead against the wall, letting the cold water run down her back.
“The safe house in Casablanca has been
He ran up the stairs of Pinehurst Avenue
On the back roads of Nebraska, custom made Harley left
a dusty cloud behind as it roared down the gravel route.
got inspired by genius but insane dictator Adolf Hitler, and got six.”
“I can’t possibly imagine what word you got.”
can’t stop laughing, so I already have thoughts about this.
“Question is, would I lie to you?”
“She totally would.”
once had to dive out of my girlfriend’s window because his father tried to chop
me in half with an axe
Whatever she says, you do and you
get into a fucking knife fight
“Do you want me to do it?”
“Are you sure? Hundred present sure? I have great change of breaking his neck”
just need to you are alright, call me
I may be getting way too old for this
have to… go.. Need to shower my.. cat”
“She doesn’t want to talk you assbag, go along”
“Shut up, you don’t have option in this.
Take the fucking leather tie off and don’t do anything stupid.”
give her a reason to trust you even less!”
“It’s not my fault that she can’t trust anybody!”
“No, it’s exactly people like you why she can’t do that anymore.”
You can’t just keep hitting everything you
“Mess? I’m aware”
You just fucked up our dinner!
are you –?”
“My father was one of the nutcases that were obsessed with zombie outbreak.
Turns out that fucker was right.”
Let the man in before he breaks my doorbell
going to stay out of it this time. My old man is going to send me in Chicago if
I get expelled one more time.”
“What’s in Chicago?”
I hold my books up against his chest, to keep his face coming
even inch closer.
“What does that even mean?”
If you haven’t noticed, huge part of my leg is in the
desert in Afghanistan
had never understood her, but he had accepted that he couldn’t
John poured half bottle of vodka on
passed out in very weird position in the bathroom.”
Stop slapping me with rings on! It
Stop asking me to be your girlfriend!
Help me get off these stupid boyshorts.
can’t feel my thighs
you know how much replacing doors cost? Windows are also so fucking expensive.
just remember personal space with her and
you will be alright
are so needy right now”
the game of ‘don’t touch the jellyfish’ is
more painful than I thought
no people in 10 miles and I managed to run into a maniac
I have to?”
“Sooner or later.”
“Well I’m sure she’s willing to tell everything to you.”
you think I can swallow the charge cord?
“Do we have a ladder?”
“If you’re trying to take the perfect photo of Empire State Building in our
roof. No, we do not own a ladder.”
“I just want to take the poster down from the ceiling.”
you and - ?”
“Jackson. We are roommates.”
“Okay, we practiced this! Go, go!”
you tried to drink beer out of you eye, it was quite amusing to look actually
Who did you run into a gun wielding gang
within a two minutes entering here?
“I’m not trying to be smart!”
“He has slight problems”
“I mean, we can discuss this whole night but”
the last time you ate? And I mean real food.”
“I had those ribs two days ago at your house”
She has friends in high places, that’s why
she has the job
“I’ve been asking that since she was born”
“Does she have TV in there?”
“Had. But her idea of shutting it off was to shoot it, so”
“Low? What do you mean low? Stop confusing me!”
You wrapped pizza box.. most amazing birthday present ever
“You mind if I crash here?”
He uses fancy words that I don’t understand
your hair still green?”
“I don’t think my mother really wants to me to ruin my hair again”
Just pull your hood up.
are same age now that your mother got you, she may not be worried but I am!
Your father looks like bodybuilding Santa.
It’s quite attractive
know nobody here. What I’m going to do?”
Can you stop hanging out alone in the
bathrooms when we are in parties?
we discussed about the B-word?
“So he can call you bitch but I can’t?”
“You already call me slut. Easy with the insults okay?”
do you have a shirt with my face in it?”
“You’re my best friend”
“I have kind of fucked up nerve ends”
I got no fucking gun!
What does under control mean to you?
Because you have bazooka in your hands and I don’t think it’s safety to blast
it inside the house
“You’re dating a firefighter?” “Well dating is a strong term to use”
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.