she never tied me to a chair

Another Carter? (1/?)

Summary : You’re Peggy Carters grand daughter, living as much as a normal life as you can with a giant secret weighing on your shoulders. What happens when you  ripped from your normal life, and thrown into the avengers hands?

Avengers x Reader (so far)

Warnings: Swearing, tiny violence.

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Steves POV

 " What the hell am I looking at ?“ I ask, my eyes stuck on the screen infront of the team. There is a young girl,  her head hanging making her face not visible.  Shes unconscious and tied down to a chair in what looks like a creepy old lab . Two men appear at her sides, the bright red Hydra emblem on there chests making everyone sigh in annoyance.

Originally posted by leasrafati

” you’ve got to be kidding me.“ I say under my breathe. I feel Bucky stiffen next to me ,  Poor guy. He can never seem to really escape them .

Hello, Avengers.  You have something we want, and we have something you want . You see where we are going with this?“one says, his thick accent already annoying me.

 ” Listen, I think we’ve made it very clear we arent giving up Barnes. Hate to break it to you , but he isn’t one of you anymore.“ Tony says , surprising all of us . Its been almost a year since we’ve been back, Tony and Bucks friendship still isn’t - well its actually not there. They say hello to eachother , but that’s about it . Neither go out of their way for the other ; Buckys too guilty about what he did as the soldier, & Tonys still hurting and resentful, and slightly sorry about how he reacted. 

 ” You’re willing to let this girl die , for him? I don’t think SHIELD will be too happy with you. “ one snaps .  Who is she ? 

One of the agents lifts your head by your hair, your eyes shut and cuts over your face visible. Tony audibly gasps, slamming his hands onto the table infront of him.

Originally posted by thesillybus

” Tony who is she?“  Wanda asks . Tony turns locking eyes with me right away , but before he speaks the agents beat him ,

” Oh you don’t know? Avengers, meet Y/n Carter. Agent Peggy Carters Granddaughter. “  No. Me and Buckys eyes nearly bug out of our heads.

Originally posted by captainamerica1-6

” Stark, -“

” Let her go, or you will regret It.“ Clint snaps, stepping infront of the screen. He knows her?  I look at the girl, jaw dropping as I take in her features. She looks ridiculousy similar to Peg, more like she could be her sister than her grand daughter.

Originally posted by mayawolf

” You know the deal, The soldier for the girl. Otherwise we let the tranquilizer ware off and we slowly kill her .  Or we could just do it now, she has enough in her to take down an elephant . She wont be up for-“

As he speaks  Y/n’s eyes flutter open, going wide as she takes in her situation.  My heart begins pounding in my chest as I see the panic on her face. How could I not know about her? I don’t remember seeing her at the wake, then again , I didn’t exactly have a clear mind. I wonder why Sharon never said anything.

” Where the hell am I ?“ her voice was rough , but still sends chills through me .

” How are you awake!?“ an agent bellows while the other laughs,

” It looks like the Rumors are true . Tell me darling,  dearest grammie had to of given you the serum before she lost her marbles, right?“ As the last word leave his lips , Y/n Breaks through the rope around her, shocking not only the agents near her but most of the team as well. She has the serum? How did they replicate it? Why would Peggy give it to her granddaughter?

” Holy Shit.“ I hear bucky mumble.   We watch as Y/n & the agents begin fighting, she  finally knocks them unconscious after one tells her shes being held in somewhere in Moscow. 

Originally posted by geekandmisandry

e  She turns to the camera with an unamused look gracing her beautiful face.

” I’m in Moscow, ill assume ill see you soon, Uncle Tony.“

Uncle Tony?

Originally posted by dasyjohnson

@netherqueen23 @fricken-bats  @elaacreditava

@sammnipple@omgpandagirl14 @katykyll​  @xuaniexuan@its-not-a-phase-hux

@midtownsciencenerd @skeletoresinthebasement

@hollycornish @chloeaacole @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked

i’m really not sure what inspired this but supercorp tangled au???

( @lenailuthor @msluthor )

  • lena has been locked up in the tower for as long as she can remember. it is lonely in there, and with each year that passes, the walls seem to squeeze a little tighter. the light seems to dim a little more. she has read every book a hundred times, drawn over ever inch of empty wall
  • she wants to be free, wants to explore and wander and see the lanterns that rise once every year–(they rise on her birthday, a flurry of light in the sky like someone out there cares about her. she knows better than to truly believe it, truly believe that she is wanted, missed. it doesn’t stop her from hoping)–but lillian will never let her. she will never leave
  • so lena resigns herself to a life in the bleak tower with only her chameleon jess to keep her company
  • things change a week before the lanterns rise for the twenty-fourth time. things change when a girl comes flying through the window, runs straight into lena
  • lena, in fear, smacks her right in the face with the book she is holding
  • when the girl comes to, she is tied to a chair, lena standing nervously before her. wh–who are you? how did you know where to find me?
  • the girl strains against the bindings and sighs. look, i don’t know why you’re in this tower, but i definitely didn’t mean to find you, okay? i’m—kinda hiding from the guard here. i might have stolen a piece of gold or two. but! i’m not bad, okay? i’m– i’m like robin hood. steal from the rich, give to the poor. but, well. uh. see— the police don’t always agree with me.
  • they stare at each other. kara continues, i’m kara, by the way. and i kind of need to get out of here and my horse, krypto, is tied up down below, so if you could let me go—
  • jess the chameleon squeaks from the other side of the room: don’t you dare, lena. 
  • lena dares
  • you have a horse? you have… a way to leave? it is shocking, somehow, this chance for freedom. she has to take it. she has to, she has to: can i come with you?

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The Hawk and the Wolf

PARINING:  Werewolf-Reader x Clint Barton


WARNINGS: Angst, slightly graphic scenes. 

Request from @highchu​: Hey cute stuff! May I request Clint x werewolf reader oneshot, where reader joins the avengers after HYDRA killed off her pack and Thor warnes the team to be weary of werewolfs and Nat finds the relationship between the reader and Clint cute.

So my only thing i know about werewolf's is from The Vampire Diaries (lol) so i’ve based this off the show, and also put my own spin on werewolfs. In this you are able to shift but the full moon still effects you! Hope you enjoy! 


Originally posted by daerysa

Originally posted by destroythesith

“Wait are you telling me that Werewolf’s are real? Like howling at the moon all that shit is real?”  You swallowed the urge to roll your eyes at the team of hero’s all sat around in front of you, half of them disbelieving half of them not knowing what to believe as you stood next to Fury. You did not think you were the most imposing person; even in your pack you were considered once of the weak ones. It was pure luck you had survived the massacre, Hydra had your whole pack slaughtered and you were out for revenge.

“It’s true (Y/N) here may poses some different qualities about her, but I’m counting half the people here a part of the abnormal side of humanity. However I’m sure she’ll keep her howling to a minimum Stark” You watched as Tony rolled his eyes, giving you a dismissive wavy.

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So This Is Love...

Pairing: Mick x Reader

Word Count: 1856

Warnings: Fluff, character death, ooc character… (I’m not telling you who because spoiler.)

Notes: An idea I had a couple of days ago. Hope you all like it!! xox

Song Used: So This Is Love from Cinderella

Stretching as he rolled onto his side, Mick’s arm fell to the bed with a thud. His emerald eyes fluttered open and he stared at the empty space sleepily. Where were you? Pushing himself up, he rubbed his hands over his face and yawed. He glanced at the clock next to your bed and sighed; it was already eight in the morning and he was going to have to leave soon, he needed to be back at the compound by midday. Reluctantly, he left the bed and dressed, grabbing his phone and car keys before wandering through the Winchester’s bunker to track you down.

The two of you had been together for just over half a year now and it had been the best six months of your life. You had been instantly attracted to one another; for Mick, it was your sassiness and for you, it was his adorable, shy manner. He was the most attentive, loving man you’d ever been with and you made him feel more loved and cared for than he’d ever been in his life. It had been bliss. Considering how long you’d been together, though, neither of you had told the other you loved them yet, both of you still unsure you were at that stage. The only issue you had was being so far away from each other. You sometimes went weeks without seeing each other and it hurt both of you. You’d tried to get Mick to move into the bunker and he’d tried to persuade you to join the British Men of Letters, neither option being a possibility.

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Canon Queer Fiction Part 3/4 (Updated 4/4/2017)

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11) Beauty and the Beast: Noooooo oneeee’s hot like Gaston, a big shot like Gaston, no one makes men  question their sexual thoughts like Gaston.

Its basically the same story you remember from the animated Disney movie, but now LeFou’s crush on Gaston is overt. And he dances with a boy at Belle and Adam’s wedding. I’d like to take a break from my usual nonsense and have moment of sincerity: I never thought I’d live to see the day that Disney had an openly gay character.  EAT YOUR HEART OUT HOMOPHOBES.

Anyway, LeFou was honestly my favorite part of this movie. Not just because he’s openly gay, but because he’s really charasmatic and funny. In an interesting change from the original movie, LeFou starts to question Gaston’s actions towards the end of the movie and, well, I let you see the rest for yourself.

  • Pros: Funny, enjoyable, guy; and, I believe, the first openly gay character in a Disney movie!
  • Cons: he’s not a main character, so the story doesn’t really focus on him.

12) Skam: Evan and Isak, minute by minute.

Originally posted by zukoshair

Skam is a Norwegian drama about a bunch of high schoolers. In season 3, it gets a gay couple, Isak and Evan. Don’t skip the first two seasons though. 1) They’re very good, and 2) if you don’t watch them you won’t know what’s going on. 

Pros: Skam is a very well written show with interesting characters. Evan and Isak’s relationship is so … so … 

Originally posted by loveis-youme-real

Their story arc is so sweet, and funny, and moving. I watched it and had to cling to my friend’s shoulder for dear life the entire time because its so romantic I couldn’t support myself. You’re going to cry, but I promise you, you’re going to cry tears of joy. It will cleanse your soul. It will make you think that maybe, just maybe, life can be good and beautiful. 

Cons: No. 

13) The Lover: Boy teases the everloving out of his room mate. Hilarity ensues.

Originally posted by 24k

The Lover is a K-Drama about unmarried couples who are living together. Unmarried couples, and Takuya and Joon Jae. Joon Jae is a misanthrope who advertises for a foreign room mate so that they won’t speak Korean and he won’t have to talk to them. What gets is Takuya, a Japanese guy who is traveling the world. Takuya is determined to get Joon Jae to come out of his shell. 

  • Pros: Its fucking hilarious. Takuya is the biggest tease on the face of the planet. He does something provocative, and Joon Jae just looks up at the sky like “Lord why are you testing me?” The show itself also represents a big step forward for Korea, where couples living together out of wedlock and homosexuality are somewhat taboo. 
  • Cons: They are one of several couples, so the show doesn’t focus entirely on them. 


Originally posted by ukenceto

@c9-smoothie this one is for you fam. 

Its James Bond baby, spy Shenanigans are happening, as per usual. Baddie of the moment Raoul Silva kidnaps 007 and ties him to a chair. So we’re off to an excellent start, and THEN Silva pops a button on Bond’s shirt and slowly pushes the fabric aside, running his fingers over the scar tissue and groaning sympathetically. “See what [M]’s done to you?” he says.

 “Well,” says Bond, deadpan and unruffled, “she never tied me to a chair.”

 “Her loss.” says Silva blithely, running his fingers across bond’s exposed chest appreciatively. 

“Are you sure this is about M?” Bond asks, the corner of his mouth lifting in an almost imperceptible smirk. 

“Its about her,” Silva says, “and you, and me.”

“You see, we are the last two rats. We can eat each other, hmm?” smiling tightly, “or eat everyone else.” he says, running his hand up Bond’s clavicle and under his chin.

 “How you’re trying to remember your training now.” Silva says, his smile morphing into an open mouthed grin as he rubs his thumb over Bond’s throat, “What’s the regulation to cover this?”

“Well,” Silva purrs, running his hands down Bond’s spread thighs, “first time for everything, yes?”

Now it is Bond’s turn to smile. 

What makes you think this is my first time?”

  • Cons: Its only one scene, but to be honest that alone is worth the price of admission. I’m not a James Bond fan at all, but this? This is art. 

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Coming attractions I’m adding on mobile like haaa: Murdoch mysteries.


Pairing: Dean x poc!reader Word Count: 1,504 Warnings: ANGST. mentions of death and suicide. The tiniest bit of fluff. A/N: I will admit one thing. I,Samii Davis,do not angst. Everything I’ve written has been fluff, so this was different. Feedback is welcome. italics are song lyrics, and thoughts

(Y/N’s pov)

Don’t break down. Don’t look back. I repeated the words over and over in my head. The mantra I couldn’t forget. The mantra I wouldn’t forget. I repeated it as I packed my bags. As I set my necklace on his desk. As I said goodbye to the bunker I used to call home. While I walked up the stairs and out the door, I repeated those words.

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anonymous asked:

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Prompt:   “I am not losing you again.” “I can’t explain right now, but I need you to trust me.” “You can’t protect me.” + Namjoon

Words: 1171

Warnings: drug dealer!/gang!Namjoon + fluff

Description: Your boyfriend never told you about his “side job,” and now you’ve entered a dangerous situation.

I want to tag @pinkdestructr because she did the beta thing for this :) everyone go follow her and her art blog @octology :))


“Let me go!” You screamed at the man standing in front of you. You were tied to a chair and beaten up, mentally. He knew how to play mind games.

“Shush, princess. Everything will be fine as long as you shut your little mouth.” He says.

You tried your best to wriggle free, but it was to no avail. The rope was too strong.

“Stop struggling. Why won’t you just stay still?” The man growled.

You didn’t answer him. “Why am I here? Why won’t you let me go?” You had no idea why you were in this situation. You were tied up in what looked like an abandoned building, but you didn’t know why.

“What have I ever done to you?” Your voice shook, tears streaming down your face.

“You haven’t done anything, sweetheart. But Namjoon, he’s done everything.” The man sneers down at you.

Namjoon. Your boyfriend. What did he have to do with this?

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Don’t Lie to Me

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Dean x Baby, Reader x Baby

Word Count: 1931

Warning: Angst, slut shaming, fluff

Summary: Dean and Y/N have grown up together, but after Dean became a demon their relationship has been strained to say the least. How will things turn out when he’s finally cured?

A/N: This is both a request from @raventonks19 and my entry for  @butiaintgonnaloveem ‘s Baby’s Big 50 Challenge. My song was Baby Come On Home by Led Zeppelin. Lyrics are in bold. I’m sorry it took so long for me to write this. Feel free to send me asks or message me if you want to be added to the taglist. I hope you all enjoy!

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“She’s different.” Theo Raeken

Originally posted by arian5a

Requested by @painting-tragedies :)

I open my eyes, expecting to be in my bedroom, but find myself somewhere else. I’m sitting upright in a thick metal chair with my arms and legs secured to it. There’e tape covering my mouth and my whole body feels achy. I panic for a moment, trying to remember what happened. My memories are fuzzy and I can’t remember which ones are real and which ones I dreamt up. I’m in a small room with yellow and green tiled floors and walls that look like they haven’t been cleaned ever. Oh shit… I’m in the Dread Doctors laboratory. I try to move my head around to look at my surroundings, but every movement is like death. My whole body pulses with anxiety, my heart beating with adrenaline. Theo! Is he here too? I’m trying to sort through my thoughts when the door opens with an ear splitting slam. My senses seem to be heightened right now. Two dread doctors come in, masks on, and watch me. They examine my head, forehead, eyes, and mouth one they ripped off the tape covering it. The skin from my upper lip down tingles, and I can’t tell where the rest of my body parts are because their numb. I must be on some type of drug…

I try to wiggle around in an attempt to feel the rest of my body when I receive a blow to the side of my face, my head flying to the right. The taste of metal fills my mouth as my jaw goes slack, and I see out of the corner of my eye blood. This isn’t like me. I’m a fighter, that’s what Theo always tells me anyway. And fighters don’t sit there and let other people fuck with them like this.

“What do you want?” I ask them as blood sprays from my mouth. They slowly look to each other then back to me. Neither of them debate on what to do next as one of them takes a syringe from their back pockets and nails it into my arm. I gasp, instantly regretting doing so because of the throbbing in my head, before blacking out.

I frantically rack my brain for any information I might have forgotten about the Dread Doctors. I know just about everything about them, but right now it feels like it’s not enough. Y/N’s been taken by them, I know she has. Nobody else would to that but them. Scott’s pack is helping me find her. They keep saying, “It’s not for you, its for her.” I know they like Y/N better than they like me, that’s pretty obvious. And I don’t blame them. So far, I’ve done nothing to make them trust me or like me in any way. But Y/N’s different. I honestly can’t believe she let me into her life, let along loves me, because she is the polar opposite of me. She wouldn’t kill a sibling just to steal their heart, she would kill herself and give her own heart to someone who needed it. I think thats the biggest thing that draws me to her. The pack is helping me find her because people actually like her. They love her, even. And so do I.

I drive with Scott and Stiles in Stiles’s jeep to the Doctors’ place. “Oh, jeez.” Stiles sighs once we pull up. I feel a sudden urge to punch him, but refrain. I step out of the car and head inside without waiting for the others. I make my way through the maze of hallways and down different flights of stairs to where I know they’ve kept people in the past. But then I almost smack myself in the head. They wouldn’t hide Y/N somewhere they know I could find her. I kick the stone wall beside me in rage, hoping it would absorb some of these feelings inside of me. I search down every hallway and corridor I can, trying to smell or see any trace of Y/N I can until finally… I do. A slight linger of her scent enters my system and I race off after it. I can hear the others following me from a distance behind. Her scent becomes stronger with each step I take until I’m pretty sure I’d run into her any second. Her scent stops at a door I never knew existed until now in another hallway. I slowly rip open the door, breaking the locked knob off in my hand in the process.

My heart drops to the floor once I see her. It looks like an old locker room and Y/N’s tied to a chair in the middle of the room. He face is bleeding and I can tell she has a bruised jaw. My chest starts to urn with rage but I push it aside as I rush to her and start uniting her knots. She starts to lazily come into consciousness halfway through untying her. Scott and Kira enter from behind me and start helping me. I keep expecting the Doctors to come barging in and fight us, but they never do. Once she’s freed, I lift her up into my arms and we all carefully help her exit this horrible place. But before I leave the room, my head spins around to the floor to the left of the chair she was in. Written in blood, looking like Y/N’s blood, it reads, “Do not disobey us again.”

New Plan part 4


M rating, pre-movie AU

Since Megamind made Roxanne miss her appointment to get her hair trimmed, it’s his fault that her hair keeps falling in her face. And since her hands are tied, it’s not like she can pin her hair back herself. So obviously, as she points out, it’s Megamind’s responsibility to do it for her…which would be a dream come true, if he could just. figure out. how to work a bobby pin…

AO3  |  FFN

“—okay, if you’ll just—hold this piece here,” Megamind says, and Roxanne, her shoulder pressed to his as they work on the Cumulus Accumulator, does as he directs, holding the gear out of the way so he can finish re-wiring the final portion of the new evaporative cooler.

He twists the last wire into place.

“Aaand—let go gently—”

Roxanne releases the gear carefully; it slips back into place.

“—there,” he says.

“Is that it?” Roxanne asks.

She turns towards him, her shoulder still leaning against his, and he turns his head towards hers, their noses almost brushing.

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“Nervous” (Kihyun Fluff)

Originally posted by aceyng

Title: Nervous

Featuring: Kihyun (Monsta x) x Reader

POV: First person

Rating: PG

Summary: You’re sick of being the third wheel, but you’re far too shy and nervous to date. Kihyun changes all that.

Requested by anon!

I was an expert at third wheeling. I’d seen my friends through various boyfriends, and was always the single tag-along. They didn’t think much of it at first; just patting me on my back and telling me I’d get a boyfriend someday. Then, it became more of a concern to them, and they tried setting me up. I always chickened out, because every guy they introduced me to made me feel sick to my stomach.

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Daughter of an Archangel

Word Count: 2,564


Warnings: Mentions of torture, being kidnapped, I think that’s it?

Request: Hi! :) Can you write a fic in which TFW finds the reader, who doesn’t know she’s a Nephilim, and a daughter of one of the Archangels (she was an orphan) And the angels want to get to her, because with her mixed grace and soul she can be a powerful vessel, but if they can’t have her, they want to kill her. They capture and torture her to get her to consent, but TFW rescue her. Oh and she is completely amazed by Cas, but she doesn’t tell him cause she thinks she’s not good enough for him.

A/N: This one was definitely different for me considering I haven’t written a Cas-centric fic before. But I loved it all the same and enjoyed writing it! Thanks for the request ;)

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7Nights of Got7: Mark & Jackson

The next morning the sun shined through the glass window right on Noona’s eyes. After the second go round with JB and Youngjae she had left them sleeping in bed and tied up her hair for the night not wanting to deal with what would happen if she didn’t. 

Around 4am Youngjae had woken up, shook JB awake and they dressed. JB had kissed her awake enough to make sure she knew they were leaving. “We’re going back to the hotel.” He said in a low voice as Youngjae ran his hands over her thighs. 

“Be careful.” She said sleepily knowing she had to be up in two hours.

“Of course, see you when we get up again Noona.” The both kissed her cheeks, and walked out the front door closing it gently behind them. 

She rubbed her thighs together in her now cold bed, and stared out the window thinking about the hands and lips she just had on her until sleep took over once more. Now that she was up for the day, she let loose her twists and ran some olive oil through her locks. It was Tuesday and that meant kitchen inventory. Showering and dressing she made her way back to the hotel on the same path that Jaebum and Youngjae had taken to get here. She knew damn well they must have known where they were going. All the way out here. She smiled though remembering Youngjae’s face when she bit his lip as he was on top of her making her come for the fifth time that night. she had enough sex to last her the year. Still greedy as she was, she wanted more. She wouldn’t have minded if they woke her up that way. As she entered the building, she nodded at the few older guests awake and ready to start the day. 

A Tai Chi instructor was there every morning for those who wanted some exercise, and a few people eating breakfast were preparing themselves to go out to the courtyard. She wouldn’t have wanted to on such a cold morning, but it was a beautiful day. Already 6:45 she hadn’t seen any signs of the boys, but as she sat behind the desk, going over inventory of rooms, her grandfather tapped her shoulder. 

“You’re humming, foot tapping. I assume you got a good sleep.” She felt her face warm up, the sound of Jaebum’s groan loud in her mind. 

“I did thank you, and you?” He nodded, looking around the foyer of the hotel. 

He rubbed his hands together, watching the patrons move about eating breakfast a mix of traditional Korean and American. Rice and pancakes, sausage and kimchi, the smells together were unique. “You have really made his place into something, son-nyeo.” 

“Papa…” Using what she used to call him when she was a child. 

He turned to her, the lines of his face crinkling as he smiled. “Always shy about compliments.” 

“We have learned that as well, and she has been the most gracious host.” She snapped her head up hearing Jinyoung, watching as he bowed deeply to her grandfather. Jackson was with him. 

“We are thankful that she reserved a place here for us on such short notice. This is a beautiful resort.” Her grandfather narrowed his eyes as the younger men grunting. 

“Mind yourselves. I know young idols like you. Always partying.” He crossed his arms over his chest, watching as the two maintained their bow for longer than normal. 

“No sir.” Jackson replied. “We are respectful of the atmosphere here and enjoy the quiet comfort. You’re granddaughter is an amazing woman.” 

She grinned, watching the two stand back up and decided to introduce them. “Harabeouji, this is Park Jinyoung and Wang Jackson of Got7. They are good men, and very thankful to be here.”  

The older man grunted again, his eyes on Jackson who was currently blowing a kiss at her. “Thankful yes, but keep your mind straight. My granddaughter is a hard working woman. Too good for the likes of an idol. Now good day.” He nodded at them and went on his way to participate in Tai Chi. 

She shrugged her shoulders at the two. “He doesn’t care much for idols. He thinks you’ll ruin the place.” 

“Or does he think we’ll ruin you?” Not slick at all Jinyoung stood close to the counter and took her hand rubbing his thumb over her skin. 

Jackson stepped closer as well. “Speaking of ruin, how was your night Noona?” 

She gasped, snatching her hand back from Jinyoung. “Stop.” 

“Are you embarrassed?” Jackson asked laughing. “I think she’s embarrassed.” He poked Jinyoung in the ribs gently. 

“Aww Noona.” Jinyoung teased. “Don’t be shy, we figured you’d be screaming under Jaebum all night. Was Youngjae too rough with you? You look a little worn.” 

“Don’t tell me you won’t want to play with me tonight?” Jackson asked.

She waved her hands at both of them trying to quiet them. “This is a professional establishment. I won’t have you talking like that in earshot of my guests.” She sighed, then stared at Jackson. “Who said I was doing anything with you tonight?” 

The silver haired rapper feigned sadness. “Noona, that’s not fair. Mark and I are a team. Trust me you’ll want to know what we do.” 

Jinyoung laughed as she visibly shook from goosebumps. “Leave her alone Jackson. Now, Noona. Massages, tell me more about this.” 

As she explained the spa portion of the resort to Jinyoung, Jackson made his way over to the food piling two plates before heading back upstairs. His wide back dipped to a thin waist, and muscular buttocks and thighs. She wondered what it be like to be on his lap. 

“Do you want me to schedule you something?” She asked Jinyoung who was perusing a pamphlet. 

“No thank you, I figure BamBam will want to go with me so we will decide together.” He closed the pamphlet dark eyes on her face. “So, are you going to take up Jackson or do you want to spend your lunch time with me?”

She froze in place, and felt her nether region grow warm just as his voice dropped an octave. “Excuse me?” 

Licking his lips slowly, Jinyoung continued. “I said-”

“Excuse me miss, but can you tell me where the workout room is?” An older woman came up to the desk. 

“Yes mam.” She moved from around the desk, about to show the woman. 

“We’ll continue later.” Jinyoung went to the breakfast side, patting her bottom gently. 

She flinched, grateful her guest didn’t see as she lead the woman to the area. Later that afternoon, she noticed that indeed Jinyoung and BamBam had made reservations at the spa. There was nothing like a man who took care of himself. The teasing way Jinyoung talked and touched her made her wonder what he was like in a bedroom. She was eager to find out. Dear lord, she shocked herself with that admittance; realizing how promiscuous her thoughts were now. 

It was her break time, and after that she usually saw to each room that had not been used and made sure everything was in its place and clean. She quickly ate a bowl of ramen and set to the bottom floor to examine each room. She was on the elevator to the second floor when the doors opened and there stood Mark and Jackson. 

“There you are!” Mark said, rushing inside with Jackson close behind him. “Noona, we were watching you.” 

She raised an eyebrow, the bronze burnished doors closing behind them. “I have to get off here.” Pushing the button, she pushed past them and off the elevator. 

Some of the rooms had yet to be changed from card key to code, and as the workmen worked from the bottom up, she stood in front of one of the new keypads and entered a master code. 

“Watching me for what? You don’t need to always find me. There’s someone to ask questions to at the desk.” She opened the door, taking a deep whiff. 

The room smelled good, and she watched as they followed behind her closing the door. “We know.” Mark replied. “It’s just better to ask you, since we know you.” 

She shook her head grinning, running a finger along a desk to check for dust. “Well ask away, I’m just inspecting rooms.” 

Adjusting a painting on the wall, she sighed, and was about to turn around when she ran straight into Jackson’s chest. “You remember what I said earlier.” 

Her heartbeat sped up. “No…yes. Jackson this isn’t the time for this and certainly not the place.” She placed her hands on his chest, very aware of his muscles beneath his shirt. 

“Anywhere is the place, and anytime the time. Just say yes.” He closed his hands over hers and brought one hand to his mouth licking her finger. 

She breathed heavy through her nose, stilling her passion. “No. I’m working.” Gently, she pushed him away and went into the bathroom, checking the mirror and lights. 

Mark came behind her picking her up and setting her on the counter, he opened her legs, standing between them. “Come now, Noona.” His hand went up her skirt, his finger thumping against her slit. “You’re already wet.” 

She tried to push his hand away. “I am not, and no you cannot check.” She tried to slide off the counter, but Jackson was in the doorway a hand on his crotch. 

“Noona, you’re shivering. Are you cold?” No, she wasn’t cold. She was annoyed, is what she wanted to say but Mark was currently kissing down her neck, his fingers moving up and down her panties, soaking them. 

“Just this once.” Mark, tipped her head back and nibbled her chin. “Let us show you something fun. Then we’ll stop.” 

Jackson was next to him, his hands roving over her breasts, she groaned realizing her legs were slowly falling open. God, she was in trouble. “Show me.” 

“Good girl.” Jackson said, picking her up off the counter. “Pleasure and pain. We give equal amounts of both. We’ll get you off but tonight, it’s your turn understand?” This whole time, somehow he got her down to a bra and panties. 

“Yes.” She answered quietly. 

Using his own button up, he tied her hands deftly behind her back, and forced her to sit in a chair pushing her legs open. Mark was sitting on the bed staring at her, his dark eyes never left her heaving chest. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna make you feel good and Jackson is going to give you a bit of pain. Don’t scream. Don’t cry out, and don’t come.” Mark stood up making his way towards her. 

“And if I do?” She asked, the pair looked at each other and then Jackson laughed, as Mark shook his head. 

Mark grinned. “Oh Noona.”

It was then that Jackson palmed her breasts from behind, pinching her nipples hard. She almost cried out but she remembered the rules not so eager to break them. “It’ll be worse for you. We’ll use you for our own pleasure until you can’t take it and leave you wet. The others will know not to touch you or give you any relief, and we’ll leave you that way, until you beg for forgiveness.” 

She didn’t have time to answer, Mark dropped to his knees inching her body forward until her ass was barely on the chair. His tongue swept over her panty covered slit, and suckled until she swore he sucked her panties right off. The friction alone was enough to make her come. Just as he moved her panties to side, she opened her mouth to moan and Jackson gripped her throat shoving his tongue into her mouth forcefully.

 As he broke the kiss he whispered. “Don’t you dare.” 

Again, Mark licked and sucked on her clit, using his first two fingers to pump into her. Jackson was busy pulling and twisting on her nipples, palming her breasts kneading them in his hands. His fingers all over her body, ghosting over her flesh. She couldn’t stand this. She was practically on tip toes, trying to press her slit closer to Mark’s face. Then she felt herself yanked from the chair, Bending her over Jackson adjusted her hands so they were in front of her. He held them there, his now exposed member in her face, she could feel it against her lips. He wasted no time, clenching her jaw and forcing her mouth onto his length. 

She felt it hit the back of the throat and knew he was hardly half way in. Her eyes watering as Jackson pumped into her mouth. 

“Open her legs Jackson.” Mark breathed heavily. Her body shifted, she heard a belt buckle, and then felt his shaft tease at her entrance. 

“You couldn’t wait could you?” Jackson moaned, as her tongue lapped on the underside of his cock. 

“Like you could?” Mark scoffed, teasing her entrance with his tip. She felt his part her, and felt her channel seize up wanting more. 

She was so needy but she couldn’t even squeak to let him know she wanted more. Jackson held her firmly in place, saliva dripping down her chin. Mark slapped her ass, and slammed home moving of his own accord grunting. 

She felt her channel tighten she was so close, would he notice? She could be quiet. “Don’t come Noona.” Mark groaned, his thrusts faltering as he pulled out and the heat of his seed landed on her back. “I felt what you were trying to do.” 

Jackson letting himself go, he pumped her mouth full of seed, pulling her to stand and look at him. “Swallow it.” 

She let a trail come from her mouth, when he grabbed her hair. “I said swallow it.” Her watery eyes closing as she forced his slightly salty load down her throat.

As they untied her, and cleaned her up, she felt the heat and waved of pleasure inside her still wanting to crash against something. Jackson was kissing down her neck, as Mark buttoned her shirt back up. 

“What time are you off Noona? What time do you want us there?” Jackson helped her stand. 

“It’s going to be a late night. I-” She shivered, stopping halfway to the door her hand on Mark’s chest. “I hate you, god I want it so bad.”

“And you can have it, tonight. What time?” He opened the door checking the hall as they walked out. 

“I’ll be home at eleven at the latest.” She watched as they walked back towards the elevator.

Jackson winked. “We’ll be waiting for you then.” 

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It had been a long day and was about to be an even longer night. Currently, she was blindfolded, hands bounds in front of her sitting on Jackson’s thigh naked. He was bouncing her up and down, as Mark slowly pulled anal beads from her ass listening to each one pop out. His thigh was wet with her juices, and she was biting her full bottom lip, a tear coming down her cheek as she was trying to not make a sound.

“Mark-hyung…this is mean.” Jackson cooed, his hands on her wide hips holding her down, making her clit bounce against the muscle of his thigh.

“I enjoy being mean.” Mark said, the last bead slid out and she jerked, shaking her head.

“I like hearing Noona make noise.” Jackson whined, slapping her ass gently, the vibrations, making goosebumps break out over her flesh.

“It’s your fault she’s in this position isn’t it?” Mark raised an eyebrow at Jackson, who was giving him the puppy face. “Fine, play first, but she keeps her eyes on me.”

Finally, as Jackson stood her up she let the moan she’d been holding go. Loud, and long as Jackson took his time sliding her off his thigh. He removed the blindfold, and she blinked thankful the light was low in the room.

Leading her to the bed, Jackson bent her over, arching her back so she could sit herself up on her forearms. “Listen to my hyung now, Noona. He will make us stop playing and punish you. Keep your eyes on him.”

A naked Mark, sat down in the chair near the bed. His hand on his shaft, the mushroom tip leaking precum he squeezed it until it turned pink and looked at her. She wanted that, she wanted him in her mouth, to taste him and see if he was as salty as he seemed. The savage he had to be. Jackson’s hands lovingly on her ass, he spread her ass and licked her from slit to hole. She groaned, reaching under her to grip his sack.

“She wants you Jackson. She wants you but like a good girl, she’s staring right at me.” Still Mark stroked long and slow and squeezed hard when he got to the top.

“Ask hyung if I can pleasure you, Noona.” Jackson was barely able to control himself, licking her a second time, he smacked his lips and rubbed his tip against her slit.

Pleasure like this was legendary, hell she didn’t even think she was into some kinky shit like this. First, Youngjae had his way with her ass, and now this light kinky play? She would be a new woman after Got7, had their way with her.

Her eyes never leaving Mark’s she opened her mouth to ask for permission. “Mark, tell Jackson to fuck me.”

The pink haired rapped sighed heavily, licking his lips. “What do we say when we want something?”

Jackson pressed the tip in, causing her to groan, but she didn’t close her eyes. “Please. Please, Mark tell him to fuck me.”

Laughing Mark picked up the pace, rubbing himself harder. “You heard her.”

Slamming home, Jackson held onto her waist like it was his only connection to this mortal plain. He pushed home, his shaft thick and long, he filled her like cream in a twinkie. She opened her mouth on the edge of a scream, that cheeky ass smile on Mark’s face he knew how hard it would be to keep eye contact. With Jackson moving inside of her like a stag during the rut, her peripherals caught sight of Mark’s hand going a mile on minute on himself. Her tongue hanging out her mouth, she panted and cooed as Jackson told her what a good girl she was for taking all this dick. For arching that back like a pro. For having such a slick, tight, wet…and that was all Mark needed. He got up, cock right in her face holding her head back.

“Open your mouth.” He barely got out. “Eyes on me, don’t you look away.” She could feel herself climbing that peak, feel her body rolling in waves of pleasure. The constant slap, slap of her ass on Jackson’s thick thighs, still sticky from earlier, and she screamed her pleasure as Mark unloaded on her face.

A little while later resting on her bed, Noona was sitting in front of Mark who was rubbing her shoulders and neck. “I have to wash my hair and stuff for tomorrow.”

“I can do it.” Jackson replied walking back in the room with drinks for them.

“Mmm no, this requires a gentle hand.” She laughed, then groaned when Mark hit a sore area.

“Haven’t I proved I’m gentle?” Jackson said, mouth open looking hurt as he placed a drink in her hand.

She laughed, a deep belly laugh that Mark joined in on as she spoke. “The complete opposite.”

I’m a damn liar lol, here it is!

Next Chapter: Jinyoung 

What’s in Our Hearts

Characters: Y/N (Reader), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Mary Winchester, Azazel (mentioned),

Pairing: Sam x Daegelus!Reader (my word for half demon, half angel)

Warnings: Mention of torture, mention of suicidal thoughts,

Wordcount: 2500ish

A/N: This is written for @roxy-davenport’s SPN Halloween Writing Challenge. The prompt song is  The Beatles - Devil in her Heart.

It is also written for @idreamofhazel’s challenge Traits of Sam Challenge where my prompt/trait was Boyking.

The reader is half demon and half angel and since SPN don’t have a word for that I made one up: Daegelus.

Thanks a million to my sweet wonderful Erin @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me <3

“Sam, explain to me again why we even brought her here?” Dean glared at his brother who twitched slightly. Sam was not scared of Dean. He never was. He knew his anger was not about him. Well not really. Dean was scared and he hated he hadn’t been in the Bunker with Sam when he was taken. Sam knew he blamed himself, just like he always did. He also knew he didn’t know how to express that, so instead, he yelled.

Even with all of this knowledge, Sam still flinched. The torture had affected him more that he cared to admit. Sam wasn’t sure how to answer. He wasn’t sure how to explain to his brother he felt connected to her. That he knew her feelings. What he didn’t understand was his own emotions right now.

Sam glared at his mother who had been sitting at one of the tables in the library just watching them since this entire conversation began. She sent Sam a small smile, and his heart clenched, still not fully grasping that she was here. That the woman in front of him was really his mom.

“I mean she’s a…” Dean stopped and turned to Cas, “what did you call it?”

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Trapped by the Eyes of a Demon (Patrick Stump)

Based Off of the Request: Could you do a feelsy Patrick imagine based in the young blood chronicles where the reader is already dating Patrick and she gets kidnapped as well and he ends up hurting her/almost killing her when he’s a demon?

“Maybe you shouldn’t go to work today” I say worriedly, scrunching my eyebrows in concern as I read over the newspaper. “Anti-Music Cult Threat Heightened - Musicians Gone Missing” screams out from the front page, along with pictures of a couple musicians who have gone missing recently, including Big Sean.

“I can’t just not go,” Patrick says from across my kitchen, “we’re right in the middle of an album”

“Patrick” I say in exasperation, waving the newspaper at him. He rolls his eyes with a smile.

“There’s nothing to worry about, babe I promise, we’re just going in the studio, we’re not going to get kidnapped by some crazy cult”

I just give him a pointed look. Sighing, he walks over and presses a kiss to my forehead “We’ll be okay I promise, but I gotta go”

I follow him to the door, kissing him goodbye. Halfway out the door, he stops, looking down at his shirt. “Do you think the guys will notice I’m wearing the same thing as yesterday?” he asks me.

“Probably not,” I say with a laugh, “but maybe bring a change of clothes next time you stay over?”

Patrick nods in agreement, presses a quick kiss to my lips, and heads out to his car. I watch as he gets in, and drives away , hoping that what he promised is true.


I hardly hear from Patrick all day, only a quick text at night, saying he got home but he’s exhausted so he’s gonna crash, and he’ll see me later. My worry finally fades with that text, and I fall asleep, no longer fearing for him or the guys.


I’m making coffee in the kitchen the next morning when my cell phone rings, and I look over to see it’s Pete. Pausing only to wonder why Pete is up so early, I answer. “Hey , Pete, what’s up?”

“(Y/N), thank god, is Patrick with you?” He asks frantically.

“No why?” I ask concerned.

“Shit!” Pete yells through the phone.

“Pete! What is going on? Isn’t he at home?” I ask, terrified for the answer.

“No he’s not. (Y/N), I think he was kidnapped, by the cult”

“No, no” I say slowly, “ He can’t have been, he made it home last night”

“No, no he didn't” Pete says angrily, “and I have proof”

“What is it?” I ask shocked.

“They… they, um” he hesitates.

“What Pete?” I yell, needing to know,

“They left a bag on my front door, and it, um, had his right hand in it” He says in a scared voice.

The image of Patrick’s hand and my own terror nearly cause me to throw up, but I force myself to stay calm. “Okay, well that means he’s still alive right?” I say, voice cracking, “So what do we do?”

“We have a plan to get him back. Meet Joe at the gas station on 7th in fifteen minutes okay?”

“Okay I’ll be there” I say determinedly.

“Okay, good, “I’ll see you soon. And (Y/N)?”


‘Be safe”

”You too Pete” I say, still trying to hide the fear in my voice, before I hang up.

I give myself thirty seconds to freak out before I move into action, throwing on some jeans and sneakers, and putting my hair up into a ponytail.

I run out of the house and hop into my car, ignoring all speed limit signs as I race to meet Joe in time. Luckily, I make it there, and as I pull into a spot, I see Joe. I get out and start to walk towards him, but something’s wrong. I see a woman in a mask, sneaking up behind him. I go to yell out to warn him, but once I open my mouth, someone slips a cloth over my mouth and blackness starts to overtake my vision.


When I wake up, I’m extremely disoriented, and tied down to a chair. I’m not sure where I am exactly, the room I’m in is almost completely dark, and I’m completely alone. I struggle against the ropes tying me, but they don’t budge. I decide to start by getting the gag out of my mouth, so I start using my tongue and my lips to try and force it out. What feels like hours later, I finally get it out, and I start to scream, desperately hoping someone can hear me. To my surprise, someone does. The door flies open and Pete stumbles in, slamming the door behind him.

“Pete!” I say in relief, but that dies in my throat when he moves closer. He looks terrible, eyes wide with fear and adrenaline, covered in blood, and badly injured by the looks of it.

“(Y/N), thank god you’re okay! I should never have gotten you involved” he says, rushing forward and working on the ropes.

“What’s going on Pete? Are you okay?” I ask as he pulls at the ropes.

“We’ve all been captured by that fucking cult,” Pete says angrily,”we’re in some kind of hideout of theirs or something, I’m pretty sure the others are here, we just need to find them”

“He finally pulls the ropes all the way off and I hug him tightly. “Okay, let’s go get them back” I say with determination, pulling away. He stares back with a hard look in his eyes and nods his head. We cautiously leave the room I was in, peering down the long dark hallway. We check every room we pass but most are locked, or empty. Finally, after narrowly avoiding one of the psychotic girls roaming the hallways, we hear music coming from behind a set of glass doors, and when we push them open, Patrick is strapped to a chair, surrounded by weird machines and radios. We rush up to him, trying to free him.

“Patrick, you’re okay!” I say rushing towards him. But when he whips his head around to look at me, it isn’t his normal beautiful eyes that stare back, but a harsh, evil yellow. I blanch looking at him.

“Patrick?” I ask quietly.

He does nothing but struggles against his straps.

“Pete. Something’s wrong with him” I say panicked.

“I know, but we need to get him out of here” He says, moving forward and shoving a hook onto Patrick’s hand - or where his hand used to be.

Patrick lets out a horrendous yell, but before I can react, I feel sharp prick on my neck, and the darkness takes over again.


This time when I wake up, I’m slumped in the corner of a room, hunched over on the cold tile. I struggle to rise up, the protest of my muscles and joints telling me I’ve been in this awkward position for a long time, probably hours. Painfully, I rise up from the floor, hand feeling at the pain throbbing in my forehead, only to discover a gash across it. Wincing in pain, I look around the room I’m in. Weirdly enough, it looks like a hospital exam room. I walk gingerly over to the cabinets on one wall, and rummage through them until I find a bandage to wrap my head. Finally, I walk over to my door, and peek out in the hallway. I slip into the hallway as quietly as possible, clutching the wall as I walk along, my head wound making everything hazy. I figure out that I’m definitely in a hospital- but it appears to be run down or abandoned for some reason. I see Andy and Pete run into a room, and I hurriedly go to follow them. I make it to the door, and through the window I see something that doesn’t immediately register. Pete and Andy stand closest to the door, staring at Patrick. Patrick’s face is the only one I can see, and it’s filled with horror as he looks down at someone lying on a chair next to him. But as I look over, it’s not a person, it’s a body, and it’s Joe. Terror coils in my gut as the scene hits me. In the corner of my eyes red and blue lights flash, but all I can do is stand and stare through the window, and I let out a single, choking sob, eyes filling with tears. Patrick hears and glances up, face crumpling even more when he sees me. Not two seconds pass before I feel hands grab my arms and pull me away.

“Sorry, sweetheart, you’re not getting away that easily” a voice snarls in my ear, and for the third time in two days, I fall into darkness.


This time, I don’t wake up hazy, or confused, or alone. Instead, I wake up screaming. The jagged edge of the knife drags along the skin on my chest, and I immediately try to pull away from the source of the pain, only to find that i’m once again tied to a chair.

“There she is” a woman sneers in front of me, “Sorry love, but I was beginning to think you would never wake up, also I was bored”

She pulls the knife away with a bored look in her face, and tosses it to the side. I remain silent, looking around, trying to figure out where I am. It looks like an ordinary office, except for the anti music symbols littering the walls. I flinch when I spot what looks like a hand floating in water on the desk. But it isn’t until I see the tattoo that I realize who’s hand it is. I blanch and look away, avoiding that and the insane woman in front of me.

“What do you want with me” I ask angrily, “I’ve done nothing to you”

“You’re right, darling,” the woman says, running a finger along my cheek, to my disgust, “you’re just here to see the show”

“What show?” I demand.

“Oh just wait, I think you’ll love it” she says with a smirk. Her smirk grows wider as we hear the sounds of crashing and shattering glass coming from outside this room almost as if something’s being destroyed. She grins wickedly, throws a wink at me, grabs a megaphone and stalks out of the room. I hear loud yelling and chanting coming from outside, but I still breath a sigh of relief because she’s gone. I glance down at my chest, the angry cut has finally stopped bleeding, but the cuts stings and burns if I move at all. The blood has run down and stained the front of my shirt and dripped onto my jeans, which are ripped and dirty anyway. Bruises color my arms and hands where I’ve been manhandled and dragged along in the last two day. But the worst of it all, is that there is absolutely no way to get out of these ropes by myself.

The crazed leader returns all too soon, and throws herself in her office chair triumphantly. Mere seconds later, a man is thrown into the room, and I let out a strangled gasp. Standing in front of the desk, beaten, bloodied, but alive, is Patrick. He turns towards me, and once again those poisonous yellow eyes look back angrily. Recognizing me, he simply cocks his head to the side, turning back towards the psychopath, who’s watching with fascination. For the next half hour, I watch in confusion and fear as she hands Patrick instruments, records, and other music related items. Every time I expect him to revolt, but every time he destroys it. Finally, apparently satisfied, the blonde woman hold her hand up to stop him.

“Only one more thing to destroy, my lovely little Patrick” she says with an evil smile, pointing towards me, “ and it’s your pretty little girlfriend”

I gasp as Patrick whips around to face me, yellow eyes fixing onto my face. An angel, hidden behind the eyes of a demon. Slowly, he stalks towards me, grabbing the knife off of the desk.

“Patrick, please, no” I beg, pulling against my ropes, “it’s me, (Y/N), please you don’t want to do this”

My begging has no affect on him, and he reaches towards me, harshly grabbing my left arm. Without any emotion whatsoever, he picks a spot right below the inside of my elbow, and begins cutting. Despite my initial hope to stay strong and silent, I can’t help but scream as the knife is dragged through my skin again and again . Right before I pass out from the pain, it stops. Patrick stands up, grinning sickeningly down at me, gloating. I brave a look down at my arm. Roughly carved into my skin is the very same anti music symbol that covers the walls. At the sight I begin crying tears, not only of pain, but of sorrow.

“Nice touch” the woman cackles, “but it’s time to finish her”

Patrick takes two last steps towards me, raising the knife.

“Wait!” I scream, successfully making him hesitate.

“Patrick this isn’t you! They’re trying to change you, to ruin you, but you can’t let them! Music is your entire life, it saved you and gave you purpose. You love it, and you love Andy, and Joe, and Pete, they’re your family now! And you love me!”  I plead with him, tears drowning my vision.” Please don’t do this”

I think I see his eyes flicker back to their original color, but I can’t tell if it was real, or if I just wanted to see it too badly.

Patrick stabs the knife into my thigh.

I let out a horrible scream, doubling over in pain, and Patrick shoves be back ripping out the knife, and holding it up again.

“Whatever happens Trick, this isn’t your fault, I don’t blame you, and I will always love you more than anything” I force out through the pain. He hesitates again.

“I love you Patrick, just don’t let them win” I plead, blackness flicking at the edge of my vision.

Patrick eyes flicker, and slowly the yellow fades.

“(Y/N)?” Patrick asks in horror, as the knife clatters to the ground.

“Don’t let them win” I whisper, before willingly letting the darkness take me.


I wake up slowly, and as I crack my eyes open, the light floods in, not darkness. I pry my eyes open to the hospital room around me, and immediately see Patrick sitting in a chair, staring out the window of the room.

“Patrick?” I ask hesitantly, voice cracking from my dry throat.

He turns around immediately, standing and rushing to the bed. He drops to his knees next to my bed, gingerly grabbing my hand, visibly blanching at the bandage wrapped around my arm. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry. The-the doctors, they didn’t know if you were ever gonna wake up, you lost so much blood and you had head trauma, and all of it, all of it was my fault” He sobs, head down on my bed.

My heart breaks for him, and I squeeze his hand. “Patrick look at me” I say softly, and he slowly raises his eyes to mine. I gasp and place my hand on his cheek. “Your eyes, they’re blue again” I say in utter relief, tears filling my eyes

Patrick nods silently. “It’s all over, (y/n), I promise. We didn’t let them win”

I smile at his words. “Good, because I meant what I said before, none of that was your fault, I don’t blame you for anything, because no matter what, I love you trick”

Tears brim in his eyes as he nods, visible relieved at my words. “I love you too (Y/N), more than anything”

We broken and we are bruised, but we’re safe and we’re together, and that’s all that matters.


Combined fic for requests by: Anonymous:: Moriarty tortures Y/N for five months and then Sherlock rescues her. But she is stoic because of the trauma and doesn’t speak for a year. One day when Sherlock leaves her side she holds his hand and whispers his name.

A/N: I’ve never written so much angst, EVER. So beware, the angst(This fic is in third person perspective).
Also, maybe send in your thoughts about this fic? Pretty please?


“Why have you brought me here?”, (Y/N) shouted, her eyes burning with anger.

“Oh, it got boring,” James Moriarty said, throwing a peanut at (Y/N)’s face.

(Y/N) closed her eyes as the peanut hit her face, her jaw clenching. She couldn’t do anything, her hands were tied behind her back, to the chair.

“What are you going to do?” she questioned through gritted teeth.

Curiosity killed the cat,” Moriarty sang, bringing his face close to Y/N’s.
“But if you’re so eager to die, I’ll tell you,” he whispered, almost touching (Y/N)’s face with his. (Y/N) tried to back away, her jaw clenched.

Moriarty suddenly moved away, turning his back to (Y/N), his hands inside his suit pocket.

“I’m going to make your boring little boy friend suffer,” he declared, turning to smile at her.

Y/N’s eyes widened with fear.
“You won’t-” she whispered.

“Oh, darling, I’m not going to hurt him-” he paused, his dead eyes dancing with excitement.
“I’m going to hurt you,” he said simply, as she watched him with contmept.
“It’ll burn him, (Y/N),” he roared, as Y/N processed what he’d said in horror.

“Oh (Y/N), don’t worry, honey, I won’t kill you. I don’t like to get my hands dirty, you see,” he muttered, scrunching his nose.

He swiftly moved over to (Y/N) again, his face inches from hers.
“I’ll just leave you broken enough to break Sherlock,” he whispered in her ear, his mouth curling into a devilish smile.

“You, you bastard!” (Y/N) whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes red.

“Enjoy your stay!” Moriarty cried, as two buff men untied (Y/N).

They then, dragged her away, as Moriarty looked on with pleasure. She kicked at the guards, screaming and wailing; but her cries were lost in the darkness of the cold chamber she was thrown in.


Y/N looked slowly, her head was throbbing with pain.
A single camera mounted upon a tripod stand stood in front of her; capturing ever moment she spent in captivity.
She lay slumped on the floor, blood trailing from the innumerable gashes on her body.
And then she heard footsteps again, as her eyes widened with horror. Her heart beat faster as she tried to back away into a dark corner.
The men came anyway, small grins plastered on to their faces and she screamed- screamed for Sherlock- her scream resonating through the frigid chamber. She wailed in agony, her fists clenched; nails digging into her palms, cutting them.

(Y/N) snapped out of her thoughts, her throat dry with fear.
The nightmares and daydreams, they would never stop.

She would close her eyes and be reminded of the horrors that had ruined everything. She rarely slept because of this; only stared into empty space, her dead eyes displaying no emotion.

Sherlock looked at her from across the room.
Bone-chilling screams, that called out his name, rang in his ears everytime he looked at her.

She hadn’t spoken a word since Sherlock had found her in an abandoned factory.
He’d found her shivering on the cold floor, knees to her chest, rocking back and forth. She had been tortured mentally and physically. Scars marked her body and Sherlock felt his heart rip into half.

Every week for five months, Moriarty had sent Sherlock footage of her being tortured and everytime Sherlock felt his heart twist with pain. He never showed what it did to him- having someone he loved being taken away from him and tormented as he looked on helplessly. Only John knew how Sherlock felt. John was horrified- he’d gone berserk even, when he’d found out what Moriarty was doing.
The two had spent endless nights trying to drown the horror and screams with alcohol and cigarettes.

Sherlock had run to her in the factory, barely able to contain himself. His eyes brimmed with tears as he cried her name. He’d hugged her, but she only flinched at his touch and that broke what was left of him.

He’d buried his face into his hands and cried, cried for her. Her state was so because he had loved her. He had never been the perfect boyfriend, never showed that he cared but he had loved her with all his heart and now she barely recognised him. She was beaten and burnt and traumatised because Sherlock thought a little love wouldn’t harm.

He looked onto her now, her dead eyes staring ahead of her, hauntingly. It hurt him to see her that way but he was helpless. He’d forced her to eat but her eyes were sunk into their sockets, he cheeks pale and sharp and her figure- reduced to a skeleton.

The (Y/N) Sherlock knew was long gone. (Y/N) had taught Sherlock that loving someone was alright and now… she didn’t even know what happiness was. Nothing hurt him more than realising he was responsible for her state.

He tried talking to her; John, Mrs.Hudson, everyone who cared tried talking to her but she never opened her mouth. Her stoic behaviour had broken everyone, prayer after prayer was said in her name.

He moved closer and sat in front of her.
“(Y/N), say something,” he commanded, trying to sound stoic but his voice cracked. “It’s been a year, (Y/N),” he begged, tears threatening to spill again.

He gulped hard and looked into her dead eyes. His stomach twisted into a knot.
“(Y/N), please understand. You need to scream or cry.. or shout to get out of the trauma. SAY SOMETHING, (Y/N), DAMN IT!” he roared, his eyes narrowed to prevent the tears from falling.

She didn’t flinch. Sherlock punched the wall in frustration, his jaw clenched, throat dry from trying to hold in the tears.

“Say something,” he begged in a soft voice. He stared at her face, hoping she’d answer.

Defeated, he stood up to leave. Suddenly, a hand grasped his arm.
He looked down to see (Y/N), her nails digging into his hand but he didn’t care.
He sat down and cupped her face.
Her eyes still looked distant, but a single tear rolled down her sunken cheek.

Her glazed eyes reflected Sherlock’s face- his curls more chaotic than usual, his eyes sunken and red, his lips parting, to say a thousand things but nothing at all at once.

“Sherlock,” she whispered hoarsely. She spoke softly, almost as if she’d said nothing.

Her voice filled Sherlock’s heart again and he broke into a smile.
“(Y/N),” he whispered, looking into her eyes.

She said nothing, but let Sherlock hold her, as she sobbed. Her whole body rattled with grief and it half-killed Sherlock.

Sherlock made a vow, then and there, as he held her, looking into her eyes that didn’t seem as dead as before.

He swore that’d he’d protect her, no matter what; find Moriarty and end him- even if it was the last thing he did.

Make tickle fights, not Civil War

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

universe: Avengers Academy game (so basically High School AU or whatever age they are in the game)

summary: Jan, Sam, Rhodey and Peggy are watching horrors and their evening gets interrupted by some two heroes getting into a fight

length: 1 402 words

a/n: @steve-sketchbooks finally made her birthday wish, and I delivered! hope you like it!! guys, if you liked the fic, send Yuki extra love, because she told me to post it for you all to enjoy, while she could have chosen to keep it only to herself! (and while you’re at it, you can also send me love ❤ )


Make tickle fights, not Civil War

“Don’t go in there, don’t go in there, don’t go – AAAAAAAHHHH!!!

Sam almost fell off the couch as the high pitched decibels pierced his eardrums. Rhodey was stronger and stayed in his place, just covered his poor ears, trying to protect them, while Peggy didn’t even flinch, just sent an amused look in the screaming girl’s direction. Jan was sitting between the boys, and screaming her lungs out in a shrilling voice, as the foolish girl in the movie ventured into the basement where the murderer was lurking and waiting for her.

“I told her to not go there!!” Jan yelled, pointing out at the TV, where the girl got hit in the back of her head and fell unconscious to the floor.

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Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky wakes up screaming and the reason why has him shaking.  

Word Count: 2,208

Warnings: torture scenes, kinda gory, implied smut

A/N: I’M BACK! Sorry for not posting anything in awhile, but finals are FINALLY over and now I actually have time to get caught up!! Hope you guys enjoy it!

Originally posted by wintersthighs

(GIF not mine, credit to owner)

“No, no, please!! Take me instead, please. Torture me, hurt me, just…please, d-don’t hurt her.” I asked frantically, pleading, begging them not to hurt her. This was all my fault, (Y/N) wouldn’t be in this position if I never had agreed we would be fine doing this mission ourselves. It was my fault she was tied to a chair, taking every hit they gave her, every knife wound, burn mark….it’s all my fault.

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Gone (Tony x Reader) (1/4)

Originally posted by carpelunam

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Summary: Reader is Tony’s wife, everything was perfect in their lives, but then something happens to the Reader

The warm breath sent shivers down my spine. I was awake, thinking about the last night. Tony and I had an argument yesterday. He was the man of my dreams, but sometimes he could be a pain in the ass. I was still angry at him, but we never spent a night apart since we got married, even before.

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