she sees me raise the knife

Missing (Eggsy Unwin Imagine)

A/N: Hey pals! Sorry, I’ve been away for so long - mock exams are getting crazy! I should be writing more soon, and I hope you enjoy this one! It’s my longest one yet - sorry it’s taken so long!

ALSO - if you're not following @flippingeggsy then what are you doing?

Warnings: kidnapping, swearing, violence, angst (it’s a jolly one…)

The gun in Eggsy’s hands shook imperceptibly next to the man’s head.

Blood trickled from a wound on his temple, trailing down his cheek and running over his lips. Eggsy didn’t seem to notice; he pressed the barrel harder into the man’s face.

“Where is she?” He hissed. A crackle sounded through his earpiece and he flinched.

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Lich King Boyfriend Part Three

The finale of the Lich King story that was commissioned by @ladyccr. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did!

   Ria has been here for almost six months. Every day she brings a little more light to the castle. Every day I feel a little less cold. We’ve learned to communicate now through our hands. One of my staff taught us sign language so that she could talk to me without the hassle of pen and paper. Although, most times, I feel as if I can understand her without words.

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A Supernatural x “ IT ” Crossover (part 2)

Originally posted by thehorrorpit

S U M M A R Y: Their next case brings the three Winchester siblings to Derry, a city in which children seem to disappear for a unknown reason…

A/N: imagine that the IT movie plays in 2017 and not in 1988.

Also this is a crossover between supernatural and the “ IT ” movie. Not the book. It’s been a while since I saw the movie so if I make any mistakes, please don’t be angry, I really enjoyed the movie and thought that it would go super well with Supernatural.

( This is going to have multiple parts )



Chapter 2 ( almost two weeks later )


“This is bullshit.”, Dean says angrily and stands up from his chair, the bags under his green eyes are showing that he wasn’t able to get much sleep last night, but when he turns around to face his siblings he sees that the dark cycles around their eyes are even darker than his own.

“Dean come ‘on.”, Y/N says, without looking up from her computer screen :“We need to do more research-”, but before she finishes her sentence the oldest Winchester interrupts her.

“More research?! More- Y/N we are in this city for almost two weeks now, and even though we are doing our god damn research one more child went missing. And we have not a single clue who could have kidnapped​ that boy , beCAUSE FOR SOME REASON THIS CITY DOES NOT OWN A SINGLE SECURITY CAMERA!”

At the loud voice of his brother, Sam’s head shoots up and the man with the long brown hair rubs his forehead in pain,:“Dude..calm down- I’m already having a headache.”

“What do we know about the victims?”, Dean asks without responding to his younger brother:“Any informations about them and their families?”, He sits back down on the chair next to his sister and looks at the computer screen. There are children missing and till he found them he’s not going to simply calm down and rest, not even for a second.

His sister points at one picture :“ His name is George Elmer Denbrough, he is missing since October- last year. His story is so sad, after what his brother told the police George just wanted to play outside in the rain. But sadly he never returned back home that day.”, She knitts her eyebrows and stands up from her spot next to Dean to grab her bag.

“Where are you going?”

“The library.”, Y/N explains, grabs the gun from the table and puts it into her backpack:“This city has some dirty secrets to hide, I can feel it.”



It’s a sunny and warm day outside, the sky is blue and the youngest Winchester sibling can hear music and laughter coming from the nearest park. She stares at the bright screen of her phone: “Okay so where’s this library..”, she whispers to herself and follows the little red dot that shows her in which direction she has to go.

“Let me go, please!”, A familiar voice exclaims and the Y/H/C girl immediately looks up. She turns around and sees how three boys are standing at the end of the road, one of them is violently pushed against a tree, while another one holds a shining object in his left hand.

As fast as possible she starts running into the direction of the three teenagers and when she reached them she pushes one boy aside.

“Let him go you asshole!”, She commands but the tall boy with the blonde hair just raises his eyebrows in confusion.

At the black handle of the pocket knife , the name “ Henry ” is written in large letters and Y/N looks at him in disgust.

“You’re Henry… you’re that guy who wanted to cut his name into the belly of that boy.”, She says and crosses her arms infront of her chest.

Henry who looks at her for a second starts smiling, as if he just won a gold medal:“The one and only-”, but before he is able to say anything else Y/N’s fist collides with his jaw and the he stumbles a few steps back.

What the fuck?”, Henry exclaims and looks at the younger girl in shock:“Who the fuck do you think you are?!”, His eyes show nothing but anger as he takes a step closer to her, his knife still in his hand.

“You’re new here aren’t you? Well, then I guess it’s time for you to realise that it’s better if you respect-”

“I don’t have respect for pigs like you!”, Y/N says coldly while she takes the gun out of her bag, Henry and his friend exchange a look before he turns to face his victim.

“You’re lucky that this bitch came to save you, Tozier.”, He spits into his face and walks away, Y/N watches him for a second before she puts the weapon back into her black backpack.

“You- You saved me!”, He exclaims and wipes the spit from his forehead:“ Thanks for that!”

“R-R-RICHIE!”, A male voice shouts and when Y/N turns her head she sees how 5 boys are driving with their bikes down the road. They stop a couple of meters away from them and the tallest one of them looks at Y/N with a surprised look on his face.

“Y/-Y/-Y/- Y/N?”, He asks and a small smile appears on his lips:“W-W-What are y-y-you d-d-doing h-h-here?”,he asks and the girl smiles back at him.

She holds up her smile:“ I was on the search for the library when I met Henry and his friend-”, she explain and Richie who stands next to her forms a gun with his two hands.

“But then she took out her gun and- bang bang bang!”, He simulates the sounds of a firing gun and starts jumping up and down infront of his friends who are now staring at Y/N with a shocked impressions.

“Wait a second..you shot Henry down?!”, Stanley asks confused while the Y/H/C girl shakes her head.

“Of course I didn’t, I-”

“She punched him right into the jaw!”, Richie says and starts to aggressively hit the air around him with his fists:“ One time and two times and-”

“Richie stop it!”, Y/N’s voice is now deeper than usually and the brown haired boy with the big glasses swallows thickly, before he takes a step back. Y/N sighs and runs a hand through her hair:“Listen okay, I did not shoot Henry, it wasn’t even a real gun-”

“It looked and sounded really real!”

“It’s from my little brother, Stephen!”, Y/N lies:“He likes to play with fake weapons, so my dad brought him one. I guess it somehow got into my backpack, you know what would have happened if I didn’t acted like it was a real gun.”

Y/N looks from Richie to the other boys and she sees that they all seem to relax:“But you did punch him, didn’t you?”, Eddie asks and Richie starts to jump around again.

“It was incredible!”, He exclaims and smiles:“ She hit him so perfectly, she saved me!”

“T-T-Then I g-g-guess w-we c-c-could b-bring you t-t-to th-that l-l-library as a t-t-thank y-y-you.”


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Dean WInchester x OC- a/b/o one shot

Summary- Alpha!Dean finally takes what he has been waiting for since Suzannah joined their family in the bunker.

Warnings- Explicit Smut. Non-Con/Dub-Con, Fingering, Oral, Knotting

Not tagging anyone since this is a fandom I haven’t written for. Not sure if any of my Negan readers would be interested in this. First time writing Dean and a/b/o.

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Suzannah didn’t know how it had happened. She took her suppressants religiously. But here she was, her body burning, aching, and aroused. She was in heat.

She locked the door to her room in the bunker, hiding herself away from the others who lived there, especially Dean. He was the only Alpha, and she didn’t want to deal with any fall out from this episode. She had never told them she was an Omega, letting them assume she was a Beta.

She’d been found by Dean and Sam a few months ago. They had rescued her from a vampire attack that had left her family dead. Surprisingly, it was Dean that suggested she stay with them, helping with research and learning the family business.

She knew it was risky. Desperate for a place to belong, a place to feel safe, she accepted. She found herself a place among them, researching, organizing, cleaning, and cooking. Soon the bunker had become a place of domesticity. It gave them a sense of home they had all been missing. That had been a mistake.

Now she was going to have to leave the one place she had felt safe all because she couldn’t control her biological makeup. It was unfair. She didn’t ask to present Omega. She didn’t want it. She didn’t want to exist to please someone else. She wanted to be useful and appreciated in her own right, not for what her body could do. Where was she going to go?

She stripped out of her sweat soaked clothes. Left in her tank top and panties and laid on the bed. It’d been so long since she’d been in heat. She’d forgotten how horrible it was. All she had to do was survive the next few days and avoid Dean.

“Suzie-Q! I sent Sammy and Cas on a run. Wanna watch an action flick?” Dean called down the hall. The sound of heavy footsteps grew louder. A loud knock resounded on the door before the door knob jiggled. “Sweetheart, what’s going on in there? Unlock the door.”

“I’m just not feeling well. I don’t want to get you sick. I’ll be fine, Dean,” she managed to say in a steady voice.

“Suzannah, unlock this door.” His voice was low and commanding.

Fighting the urge to obey she replied, “Dean, really I can’t. Please just go away.”

The door knob started to move. He was picking the lock. Panicking, she looked around her room for anything to barricade the door, but it was too late. The door swung open. Dean crossed the threshold, his nostrils flared, his green eyes rolled back and closed as he inhaled the air deeply. When his eyes opened his pupils had dilated in a predatory gaze.

“Dean, no. Please you have to leave,” she pleaded trying feebly to cover herself with a sheet.

He took a step closer, shut the door behind him, and locked the door. “Now why would I do that? I’ve been waiting for this since we met.”

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I’ll Be Good - Part 5

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 4  -  Part 6

Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – While your initial intel is verified, which should lead to your freedom, you also can’t help getting into trouble, much to the frustration of those trying to help you.

Warnings: Swearing. Short mention of violence and deathy/murdery stuff. ANGST.

Word Count: 2148 – yah this one got away from me… but I don’t even care.

Author’s Note: I got more than a little carried away here… I LOVE writing the sneaky snake stuff!!! I promise this story is actually going somewhere. It is a sloooow burn ok, just enjoy it. A little fun mischief, a little angst at the end, a little where does everyone stand, who knows???


Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

The tense voices in the hall pulled you reluctantly from your sleep. You listened, hovering by the door. It hadn’t surprised you that the argument was about you. You slipped silently into the hall, watching, absorbing.

“I have a duty to this team, Buck. She came to us as a hostile, I couldn’t just let her have the run of the place unchecked!” Steve’s anger was rippling below the surface, he was trying to contain it, but his harsh glare and sharp gestures gave him away. Hovering close to Bucky, he continued, prodding Bucky in the chest with all four fingers in a stiff jab “And you shouldn’t have given it to her. You endangered everyone here.”

“No one’s in danger, I was with her the whole time.” He answered back firmly. From your quiet place against the shadowed wall you smiled, at Bucky’s half-truth. “She didn’t come to us at all, we took. her.” Bucky hissed, weighing into the last words.

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Ups and Downs but Mostly Downs

Request: If batsis (bruce blood daughter) had depression and self harm -anon
Same request from @robinlover11620

A/N: I have been getting a lot of requests for batsis with depression and self harm so I decide to do it today. DO NOT hurt yourself in any way shape or form. If you are going through something talk to someone you can trust because someone out there cares about you. Sorry if it is bad. I would like feedback.

Warning: This has a lot of angst in this. Curse word. Mentioned of abuse and rape. You might cry I got really sad after writing this myself.

Y/M/F/N - your mother’s first name Y/M/L/N - your mother’s last name

Word Count: 2345

Everybody has their up and downs in life. For some people it can happen when they are teenagers when they are being bully for their looks, but then glow up later in life. It can also happen in adulthood when they can’t pay for their mortgage and then later become homeless, but then they win the lottery and get there life back together. But this never happen to you, your life never the had ups, it was always downs.

It first started when you were born in a hospital just outside of Gotham. You were a perfectly healthy baby girl. But that is not how it happen, you were born in the street of Gotham, and you were not a perfectly healthily girl. You were born three months too early, and left there to die by your drug addict mother. She was high when she had you, but she knew that she did not what to keep you. She didn’t have time to rinse you and she just didn’t want to. At the last minute she realize that if somebody found you, and ran you through the system. She was in the system because of crimes she committed when she was younger, and she did not what you trace back to her, so she did the only thing she can think of, marking you. She had a generally idea who the father was, Bruce Wayne. Did I mention she was high? Well she was. She pull out her knife and began to carve into you, while you were screaming your head off because of the pain. When she was done carving into your right shoulder it read “Waye” she forgot the N. After it she drop the knife and left.

Then right after that, a kind person found you and took you to the hospital, and adopted you later. Oh if only that was true. A bunch of thugs found you and thought they can make a quick buck by selling you to somebody, and they did. But you did go to a hospital, sort of, you were sold to people that sold babies to rich families who could not have babies. They have a setup where you stayed until you got bought. The only problem was that you were never bought. No one wanted a baby that was premature and still needed a ventilator. After 3 months they throw you out and leave you on the foster care doorstep.

After a few months, a man came and adopted you and you got to live in a mansion with a butler and brothers and sisters that loved you. Well that is what you dream of right after you got your daily beating and raped by the man of the house. You were 8 when it started to happen. When you were found you didn’t have a name. All you had next to you was some trash and the knife that belong to your mother. The people at the foster care center made up the name Y/N for you, and since you hand the words “Waye” on your shoulder that became your name, Y/N Waye. You bounce around foster care from foster care, and it also happen to you every time. You will get beat, raped or both. After awhile you got tired of it and ran away. You lived on the street, and you got by. You would steal from stores or people’s houses. You ran with this crew on kids that was leaded by a teen name Jason Todd, he was fifteen years old. He was seven years older than you. He was nice to you and took care of you, he was like a brother to you. He knew about your past and you knew about his. He was your only friend that you had.

One night he wanted to get some extra money, so he went off stealing tires off of cars. You wanted to go with him, but he said no because it was too dangerous for you, so he told you to go wait in our secret hiding spot. You did exactly what he said to do, you waited in that spot for three whole days. He never came back to get you. You thought that he didn’t want you anymore and left you just like your mother did. You were so mad you started to go on a rampage. You went into an alleyway that was outside of your hideout and started to punch and kick the brick wall until your hands were bleeding. After a while, you decided to grab the lead pipe next to you, and start swinging. Then you hit a mirror that was laying there. It broke into pieces, and you just looked down at the pieces and picked one up. Then you rolled up your sleeve, you looked down and see the cigarette burns that one of your foster moms gave. You went above it and started to cut. That was the first night you cut yourself.

A few years later you were thirteen you are finally a teenager, and one day a group of four boys found you in a alleyway because you were being mugged. After that they took you in and became apart of the family. That is what you saw on a tv show once when you broke into someone’s house because you were hungry. You were not like the normal thirteen year old girl. You were a short, underweighted girl who has to cut herself to feel something. You have been feeling a bit off lately. Even though your stomach is growling you can’t come to eat, you were sad all the time, and just loss interest in living. You are just the short skinny girl that has to cover her body with long baggy clothes because of the self harm and beatings you got in the system, that was left by your mother and best friend/brother.

You had started to get the same thought that every orphan kid thought of. Why did they leave me? All you had to remember of your parents was a knife with your mother’s name on it and a scar on your arm that said “Waye.” After a few days looking on the computer at the library, you found a website that would tell you where you can found your lost parents. First you typed in Waye, and nothing came up. Then you looked at the knife that had your mother’s name on it, Y/M/F/N Y/M/L/N. You typed the name into the computer, and came up with all of her information about her. There was a picture of her, and you look just like her. You look farther into the website and you found her address, she lived in downtown. It was only a bus ride away. After sitting at the library computer section for thirty minutes, you decided to go and see her. You hopped on the bus that went downtown. It was about a ten minutes bus ride until you reach the stop. You got out and walk to the address that you had written down. After a twenty minute walk, you ended up in a nice neighborhood with townhouses. You had it all planed out on the bus ride and the walk on to the house on what you are going to say to her, but once you reach the door you froze. You were lost for words. She was a middle-class woman with a nice house, why didn’t she want you? You were just about to knock on the door, the door flew open. “Oh hello. My I help you young lady.” The man said to you. “Oh I am here to see Y/M/F/N Y/M/L/N.” you said in a quiet voice. “Ok. Honey there is someone at the door to see you!” The man yell into the house. “Ok. I am coming.” A woman with the sweetest voice answer. “Ross and you go and check on Rose before she breaks something” she said to the man who is Ross, he just nodded and walk off. “Hello. Do I know you?” She said to you. You froze again, you couldn’t move or talk at all. “Are you ok sweetie?” She said touching your shoulder. When she touch your shoulder you felt loved and safe. “I am your daughter.” You said in a low voice. She took her hand away quickly and grab your upper arm, and took you to her garage. “What are you doing here?!” She yell at you once you enter the garage. “What do you mean ‘what are you doing here’? You are my mother and I just wanted to know you and why you left me to die.” You said with a crack in your voice. “I don’t have another daughter. My daughter is sitting in the living room right now playing with my loving husband.” She said getting angry. “But I have proof look.” You said while pulling out the knife and moving your shirt out of the way to see your shoulder. “See look this is yours, and look you wrote this on me for some reason.” I said while pointing. “The reason why I wrote that on your arm was so that you would not find me!” She said getting even more mad. “But why I was just a kid.” You said while your eyes started to water. “Are you kidding me?! I was twenty two years old! I did not have time to raise a kid! I was too busy partying, doing drugs, and fucking anything that had legs!” She was yelling at this point. “Well since you’re better now, can you take care of me.” You said with a pleading voice. “Are you serious?! You are literally the reminder of what I was, and that was trash. I went to rehab, and I have been clean ever since. I do not need that near my daughter or my husband. You need to leave right now.” She said with a serious tone. “But I -” you were cut short when she decided to slap you across the face. It didn’t really hurt you. You were use to it by now. You ran out of the garage and didn’t look back.

You were crying your eyes out. You just wanted it to be over already. You ran into this warehouse that look abandon. You found a rock on the ground and throw it at the window. You got a piece of glass and started to cut yourself, really deep. It was the deepest you have every cut yourself, and it was also the fastest you ever blacked out. Once you woke up, you were tied to a chair. You looked around the room to see who did this to you. All you saw was a man with green hair and white skin, he kinda looked like a clown. “Who are you, where am I, and why am I here?” You said quietly, you were still lightheaded from the blood loss. “Well well well, look who is finally awake. Well my name is the Joker, we are at my warehouse that you broke into, and I am kinda using you as bait for the Batman.” He said with a grin on his face. “What do you mean your warehouse this place is abandon and what kind of name is Joker?” You said with a questioning face. “What do you mean this is my home away from home, and kid there are worse names out there like ‘penguin’ and ‘condiment man’.” He said mocking the names. “Well at least you have a home I live on the streets with no one.” You said with a sad face. “Hey. Stop making that face and put a smile on that frown.” He said while touching your face. You tried to move your face, but he grabbed it again. “Don’t move or I will cut you more than you already have on you.” He said putting a knife to your face.

“Put the knife knife down Joker. You don’t need to hurt her.” A man with a weird deep voice said. “Batsy you came, and since you ask nicely I will put the knife down.” He said right before he stabbed the knife in you right thigh. “AWWW!” That was the only thing you could say. Batman came closer but the Joker said no. “Remember we had a deal. You give me the money and I will not hurt the girl, but I do not SEE the MONEY!” He said while holding my chin with a death grip. “Here is your money right here Joker.” Batman said while walking over and grabbing a bag behind a box. “Here take it.” Batman said. “See. Now was these hard.” The Joker said while opening the bag. Once the Joker open it a gas came out of it, and the Joker felt right to sleep.

Batman came over to untie you and get you up, but once you tried to walk you fell down. Batman caught you, but you could not feel your legs. You didn’t know if it was the stab wound or the about of blood you lost while you were cutting yourself. “I need to take you somewhere where we can patch those cuts up. Now the hospital is too far, but I know a place. Is it ok if I take you there?” Batman said to you. All you did was nod, but then everything went black.

You started to wake up, but your eyelids were so heavy you could not open them, but you could hear voices. “Are you 100% sure.” A man who sounded like he was in his 30s or 40s said. “Yes I am sir. The blood test came back positive, that is your daughter laying on that table.” A older man with a British accent said.

“Who is my father” you said while trying to get up.


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The Willow maid (Thorin X Reader)

Request: @deepestfirefun ; hi! can i ask request thorin x reader? company ask reader to tell a story so she tells a tale by a singing a song The Willow Maid - Erutan. Thorin is affected by her ability tell stories by singing them.he has feelings for her and the end tells her that. fluff is you please. love your writings! thanks!!

A/N: I am so sorry!! I have been so slack and haven’t gotten on to post in forever, but I’m back now and I hope I can make it up to you guys. Hope you like it @deepestfirefun.

Word Count: 1,702


The air was somber as the aching feet of over a dozen travelers relieved themselves of the empty, repetitious marching that had carried them over mountain, valley and stream that day.

The company’s harmonious gasps filled the air, as burdensome baggage is removed from their shoulders, and their reddened torn skin upon their palms is relieved from their whitened grip upon the reins of their horses, whom Thorin had ordered his company to dismount for their health.

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Dawning in Dust: Part XI

Thanks to everyone who reads and messages me about this story. It’s so fun to write and I hope you are all enjoying it!


Previous chapter

Lallybroch was thrown into a flurry of activity after Fergus’ announcement. Jamie had given her an apologetic glance before hustling out of her new surgery and informing his family and tenants that Dougal MacKenzie was due to arrive within a few hours. Claire went back inside, trying to stay out of the way. Uncle he may be, but it was clear that Dougal MacKenzie’s presence was not the most anticipated of events. Orders for preparations were being given but Claire got the impression that most of them weren’t about cleanliness and hospitality. She made her way to the kitchen, hoping to be of some use.

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Bucky’s Girl |Series| 4/?

Originally posted by bartowskis

Summary: You’re dating Bucky Barnes, it’s good. It’s beautiful. Steve, his best friend has had a crush on you, wayy before Bucky returned. (Series)
Warnings: Angst/ inspired by that one story in Love Actually but kinda not/
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Wade Wilson, Negasonic, Colossus, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker & Sharon Carter.

Inspired by the song Jessie Girl - Rick Springfield

Part One * Part Two * Part Three * Part Four * Part Five


A knock on the front door attracted Steve’s attention. It had been quiet, too quiet since he got back in the early hours of the morning, he didn’t hear a peep from you nor Bucky. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions but he figured the “plan” had worked. He crossed the hall and opened the door, facing a rather suspicious looking Natasha; who pushed passed the soldier and walked into the home, holding a coffee out for him.

“Mornin’ Nat,” he greeted in his usual tone, full of curiosity with the spy but light on it. He shut the door watching as she walked instantly to the fridge, “any reason for you to be here this early?” he asked sitting at the breakfast bar.

Natasha pulled out his yoghurt and fruit, grabbing a chopping board and knife- a little bigger than for just cutting fruit- and she smiled, he tried to feign innocence. She placed the wooden board down along with an already peeled banana, when did she peel that? Silently she started to cut the fruit with a little too much force behind it, staring directly at Steve as she done so… she knows. Of course, she does. She’s Natasha; she knows everything about Steve, even his favourite shampoo!

“Okay, let me explain?” She set the knife down, crossing her arms and nodded her head once. She has the same look as when Peggy shot at him, it’s unexplainable. “I talked to Wade Wilson,” Natasha let out a long sigh and uncrossed her arms.

Steve watched helplessly as Natasha shakes her head at him, “Steve, really? Deadpool? You listened to his advice? The guy’s insane, Ajax made sure of that.”

“Okay, so, Wade is a little crazy sometimes,” Natasha raised her eyebrows, “okay more than sometimes but he’s actually helping me, I don’t see you doing anything to help me!” That was a little low of him and the hurt flashing across Natasha’s face for a split second let him know he crossed a line, but it was true; to him anyway.

It’s silent as Natasha watches him. “I’m not helping you in this crusade to win Y/N’s heart because I know at the end of all this when everything is settled, and people are going home. I know that you’ll be going home alone because Y/N doesn’t love you, she’s going to marry Bucky and go on a honeymoon with him, and then I’m going to have to pick you up before they come back.” Steve frowns and lets his head fall, shoulders slumping.

“But-but it’s working, Nat,” Steve mutters.

“No, no it’s not,” she walks around the counter and sits on the stool beside him. “Y/N came to me last night, upset and crying, and then Bucky came and picked her up this morning whilst you were out on the morning run and they’re fine. Bucky’s actually come around to the idea of the wedding next month,” Steve lets his head fall onto the surface of the counter with a loud bang; Natasha patted his back. “I was coming round to actually tell you that Y/N has set up dance lessons!”

Steve’s head shot up, “What?”

A look of Nat’s own disgust was settled on her face, “Groom, bride, best man and maid of honour have to go to stupid dance lessons like I don’t know how to dance!” Steve chuckled at that but let out a sigh, “we have introduction tonight, Sharon and Sam promised to come along too.”

“I’m not giving up, Nat. I can’t not on her,” Natasha nodded already knowing that he wouldn’t.

*Dance Lessons*

Steve arrived a little late, he didn’t have any reason to be late but he spent a lot of the time debating on whether he should show up. It didn’t feel right; it doesn’t feel right, him being called Best Man. A best man wouldn’t be trying to steal the bride; instead, they’d be helping Bucky with the wedding not trying to tear it apart.

“Where the hell have you been, punk?” Bucky asked walking across the room, Steve gave a small embarrassed smile, hands inside his jacket pockets; Bucky placed an arm around his best friend’s shoulders and tugged him towards the centre where an entire class was waiting. “You’re never late!” Bucky stated with a suspicious look.

Steve let out a sigh, “I got lost and just didn’t want to be here,” Bucky let out a chuckle as Sam shakes his head.

Steve looked as you, Sharon and Natasha stood off to the side listening to the dance teacher. Steve feels Bucky’s arm leave his shoulders, watching as his friend walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist with a little smile as he kisses your cheek. Sam nudges Steve, giving him a stern look and Steve let’s out a sigh and looks ahead, boredom already settling in as he listens to the teacher drone on about techniques.

“Steve, you’re my partner,” Natasha’s voice almost yells and he has to keep from laughing as a few women look a little disappointed, yet don’t make it known to Natasha because well, it’s Romanoff. “You do know how to dance, right? Otherwise, I’m switching with Y/N,” she nudges you with a laugh.

Steve let’s out a shaky laugh, he doesn’t know how but he wasn’t about to dance with you, make himself look like an idiot. Natasha holds out her hand and gives him an encouraging smile, then it’s five minutes of Natasha giving little orders on where to place his hands and where to step; he had to make a mental note of asking Nat where she learned how to dance, probably for a mission or maybe, this is just a hobby for her.

Steve was too distracted by you and Bucky to take in any of the dancing instructor’s advice or listen to what Nat was talking about; he knows he should pay attention but seeing you smiling, having fun it distracted him.

“Steve, can you pay attention?” He snapped his head back to Nat, who was glaring up at him and he nodded once, she gently sighed and shakes her head. “I don’t know how you could do this,” she mutters and Steve frowns at Nat. “Bucky is your best friend and you’re willing to throw away years, upon years, worth of friendship!”

Steve huffs, “That’s not gonna happen, Natasha!”

“What do you really think is gonna happen, Steven?” Natasha snaps in a hushed whisper as they both continue to dance around the room, “Seriously, you think Bucky is gonna be happy for you? You think he’s gonna jump for joy knowing that all this time you were trying to prove your own love to his fiancé? Huh, this isn’t some chick flick rom-com, this is real life and they’re real people,” she nods over to you and Bucky, “and they’re happy. No version of this you come out on top, no ending has you running off into the distance with Y/N beside you AND Bucky, you gotta choose!”

Steve stops and Natasha raises her eyebrows, he pulls away from her gently as he takes in Natasha’s words. In the back of his mind, he knew what he was doing would cost him, it would cost him a friendship, not a friendship… a brother. He spent years fighting for Bucky, looking for him and now he’s got him, he’s so willing to lose him again; but it’s worth it, right?

“Steve, you either make the sacrifice you fought for; Bucky’s wellbeing and happiness or you fight for your own happiness, but I think, you’re missing the bigger picture,” Natasha told him gently this time.

“What bigger picture?” Steve exhaled, “What am I missing? Everyone wanted me to be happy, even you did and I was… with her. Now I’m expected to push my happiness away, I’m expected to live with this pain and anger, to cover it up with false happiness?”

He waits for Natasha to talk who just nods lightly, “That’s what a lot of people do. If you can’t see the bigger picture, if you can’t see how selfish you’re being then I can’t help you, nor can anyone else. I want you to be happy, I do. I just know that in the end, you won’t be, this plan it’s gonna tear you apart.”

Steve shakes his head and puts his hands on his hips, ready to argue how wrong Natasha is with her opinion. Instead, before he can talk, you pop up beside Nat, asking if everything is okay. Genuine concern and worry evident in your voice, you look at Steve with a questioning gaze, it takes Steve a moment before he finds the words.

“I gotta go,” he frowns as you do, “Uh-I forgot, I had this thing to do for Tony and you know how Stark gets, plus General Ross has a thing and it’s a mess. I’m sorry,” You nod slowly but continue to frown.

“Awe that sucks, we were all gonna do out for dinner after.” You pout and that almost makes Steve stay but he shrugs with an apologetic smile, “well, I guess, we’ll see you at home then.” You step forward and engulf Steve in a hug, he sighs and looks at Nat over your shoulder and she just shakes her head and waltzes away. “You sure you’re okay, Stevie?”

He breaths lightly and nods, wrapping an arm around you before pulling you gently away, giving a smile that convinces you. “I’m okay, really. I gotta go,” before you can answer Steve nods and walks away, out into the New York cold streets.

“THERE HE IS!” A booming voice makes Steve jump and he looks up Deadpool and Spiderman?

“Wade?”

“Okay, so, I had a brilliant idea and I gotta tell you about it,” Wade tells Steve throwing an arm around his shoulders, much like Bucky had done but a little more excitable, walking him down the alley beside the dance studio. “You’re not gonna like it though!”

Steve chuckles but frowns at Peter beside him, “Why are you out on a school night Peter? And what is the idea?”

“Okay, well the idea explains why Peter is here but I’m gonna beat you up, really badly and then Peter is gonna take you home, I’m gonna call Bucky and tell him he’s needed at the base; whilst Y/N goes home where you’ll be, all beaten up and wanting medical attention,” Wade replies with a big gesture of open arms, turning to face Steve who looks suspicious over the idea. “And as Y/N cleans your wounds, you’ll kiss her and make sweet, sweet patriotic love to her!” 

Steve shakes his head, “Punching me and kicking me is just gonna bruise; I heal fast anyway.”

That’s when a crowbar is being waved in front of Steve’s face and his eyes widen, putting his hands up in defence to Wade; maybe Nat was right, Wade Wilson is insane.

“Ooh that’s good, putting up a fight,” Wade approves.

“Wade, this is a bad idea.” Wade groans and lets arms fall from the batting stance he had.

“Fine, Plan B,” Wade stalks off with Peter and Steve following, “but this is more boring and it involves strippers!”

(Okay, so the ending? I got a little loopy from my lack of sleep these past few days. I apologise, the next part is funnier than this, hopefully. Also, I don’t know, I may end this with implied Romanogers, I feel like, maybe, that could be a thing. I may do that. Let me know what I should do. - Rosalee)


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anonymous asked:

Hi how bout rfa+v and saeran reacting/dealing with an. MC after getting attacked by rika who is on the run abd suffering the same fate as V , the possibilities of going blind.

Yay!!! More angst!!! Actually angst is now kinda my thing, I’m gonna be known as the person who does le angst! Sounds good to me lolol!! Anyway let us continue!

Also let’s all agree Rika is basically the child of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and Bellatrix, let’s be honest

Zen

  • There was no way he saw it coming
  • You were just going out to get more fruit, since you guys had eaten it all the night before
  • And he had decided to go with you because I mean why not?
  • It was a beautiful night out, not too cold, but just cool enough so he could cuddle you the whole way
  • After you guys got the fruit there was still some time, so you two decided to stroll in your favorite park
  • There weren’t any other people around, and the golden light of park lights made you a path
  • Zen kept talking about how you looked like an angel in the golden light
  • And you replied; “Your hair looks practically golden!”
  • But he turned around at your confused look, you could’ve sworn you’d seen a flash of actual golden hair
  • While he felt your grip suddenly yanked from him he turned back around
  • To see a blonde haired woman straddling you, knife in hand
  • “Rika!”
  • He ran to get the devil off of you, but right before he could someone pushed him to the ground
  • Not looking towards his captor his eyes were still on you, mouth covered by a black leather glove, he saw Rika raise the knife up your face and to you eye
  • Lurching forward one last time someone clubbed him from behind and he lost conciousness
  • When he woke up he was in the hospital
  • Lurching up the minute he regained consciousness he screamed your name
  • Looking around he saw a curtain separating him from the next patient, he looked at the ID
  • It was you
  • Thanking the gods he slowly walked over to you, careful of his head, which still throbbed slightly, and of all the wiring
  • “Jagi?” He asked softly, and sighed in relief when you opened your eyes, only to have his eyes filled with tears and he drew back momentarily in shock
  • You right eye was much lighter than before, light, light like nothing else, and thin film around half of it, following where the red scar was snaking its way down your face
  • “Jagi, did she do this to you?” He asked softly, soft lines of tears began to drip down your face, as you nodded slightly
  • “Zen, Zen I can’t see correctly, part of my vision is so dark!”
  • You sat up and he went to hug you tightly, tears of anguish and fury dripping down his eyes
  • “Zen, I’m so sorry, I’ll never be able to see you perform with my two eyes again, the doctors, the doctors said they can’t fix it!”
  • At that he cupped your face, wiping your tears
  • “Oh, my darling, never apologize for this, it’s that woman that deserves to pay, not you.”
  • After you had calmed down you fell asleep against him until the doctors came in
  • He was released a few days before you, since you had more issues, the doctors were trying to do the best they could for you, so he decided to pay that snake a visit
  • Going back to the park where it happened, now practically back to normal, at the same time of day he sat down
  • And waited
  • He didn’t have to wait long, she appeared right in front of him
  • “Oh, do you want to join her? Doing something for her might get you into paradise you know.”
  • Zen just smiled and moved his hand, revealing a Taser he brought just in case
  • Punching her in the gut he managed to get a few punches and although he didn’t get to do what he wanted to get done he was satisfied
  • Rika deserved worse than death for everything she’d done
  • But you were the worst by far

Yoosung

  • He learned about Rika the hard way
  • You were going to the beach, a place in the south where the air was clean
  • It was actually Jumin’s private one, so you were guaranteed some privacy, and boy was he nervous
  • He’d never been alone with you, especially not at a pool or a beach
  • You two were running down the beach, feet falling in the sand, when she came out and lunged at you
  • “Rika! What are you doing?” Yoosung cried out, finding himself being pulled back from behind
  • Rika smiled slyly at him at you closed your eyes, not being able to bear to see the face of the one you loved
  • But unfortunately she noticed that
  • Flipping you over on your back she raised the pocket knife she was hiding to your eye
  • You flinched to the sounds of Yoosung’s screams, but were determined to face her
  • Staring right at Rika, you let out a strangled sound of alarm as she raised the knife to your eyes
  • You heard screaming, now not one voice but two, but part of your vision was cut out
  • Not enough not to see Rika raise the bloodied knife again
  • “MC!”
  • Yoosung’s voice was the last thing you heard before the blood loss became too much and you passed out
  • When you woke up for a minute you thought you were still dreaming
  • All you could see were slight colors
  • Then you realized it wasn’t a dream
  • “Yoosung!” You screamed again and again
  • You felt arms around you
  • “MC! Oh my God you’re alive!”
  • “Yoosung I can’t see, Yoosung help me!”
  • He couldn’t do anything but hold you, trying to hold himself together for you
  • But you couldn’t help but feel his tears, which caused you to grip him even tighter
  • “Yoosung, I’m so sorry, she was so much to you!”
  • “No, no MC, my loss is nothing compared to yours, and I swear I will help you the whole way! You’re my universe, the center of my world! And promise that if I ever see her again I am paying her back for what she did.”
  • When visiting hours were older Yoosung finally let himself slip into Yandere mode
  • No one knew how he knew where he was going, he couldn‘t answer that himself
  • But when he saw Rika he jumped on her, and gave her five completely obliterated ribs to show her what kind of person you were to him
  • You didn’t know until years later
  • Yoosung wasn’t kidding
  • He would do anything for the center of his world

Jaehee

  • She got a bunch of cryptic texts from an unknown number
  • It changed every time, but she knew that it was the same person, there was no denying that
  • Assuming it was some sort of weird Christian conversion thing, with all its talk of paradise she ignored it
  • But the messages started getting weirder and weirder
  • Eventually the last one came
  • “You denied paradise, now you must pay the price our savior has chosen.”
  • Shaking her head she dialed your number
  • Waiting she sighed when it went to voicemail
  • That’s odd, she thought, MC’s always free at this time, and she didn’t tell me about any schedule change
  • Shaking her head she assumed she was being paranoid
  • Locking up the coffee shop she decided to pay you an impromptu visit
  • But something was obviously wrong when the door was ajar and screams were echoing in the hallways
  • Rushing in she found you curled up, hands on you eyes, which were very obviously bleeding, a knife at your side with a pristine piece of paper on it
  • “From paradise, keep it as a reminder” Read the tag
  • Throwing it in fury Jaehee dialed an ambulance, then everyone in the RFA
  • When you were done operating the doctors approached her
  • “She dodged a bullet. She’ll have to wear these bandages for a month, but we have managed to save her vision.”
  • Jaehee was crying with gratitude
  • Rushing in she saw you
  • “MC?”
  • “Jaehee?” You asked, and she began crying even harder, running towards you, wrapping you in a big hug, you were shaking against her, partially of happiness, and partially of a lingering fear
  • Jaehee took notice of this and made sure Seven tracked Rika down
  • When the viper was finally caught Jaehee made sure to show her what she was made of
  • Rika wasn’t likely to forget, and neither was Jaehee for everything she’d caused you

Jumin

  • He didn’t understand how it could’ve happened
  • How one of his guards could betray him
  • How one of his own guards could’ve been working for that evil organization
  • All he knew is that one day you were gone, and after speeding down paths he found you at the side of a practically abandoned road, eyes a bloody mess, you unconcious
  • Wrapping you in his arms he was shaking with a fury he hadn’t felt before
  • When you were admitted to the hospital he refused to leave you, waiting outside your door when he had to, and when not required right beside you, a hand on yours
  • The doctors worked hard, but unfortunately the blood had sent permanently in one of your eyes, and nothing could save it
  • He looked at the surgeons incredulously but remained silent, his wrath wasn’t meant for them, it was meant for someone else
  • Waiting once again he saw your hand move
  • “MC!” He rushed up, pressing your hand to his chest
  • You slowly opened your eyes
  • “Jumin, what, how?” Your eyes changed from bewilderment to panic. “Jumin, why isn’t my right eye working, why, it’s open isn’t it?!”
  • You started shaking and he kneeled, wrapping his arms tightly around you until you began to calm down
  • “I know, I’m so sorry, there’s nothing they can do, believe me they tried, I promise they did. I’m so sorry.”
  • You were shaking slightly, and he just pet your hair, as you tried to process everything
  • I’m sorry

A year later

  • With your good eye you spied a piece of news on the television
  • You were curled up with Jumin, Elizabeth on your lap
  • A woman has been found dead in prison, she was there for countless crimes, including attempted manslaughter.”
  • “Jumin, her face, it looks familiar.” You said softly, and he looked at you worriedly
  • Kissing you lightly he smiled. “It’s nothing for you to worry about.” You smiled at him
  • “I trust you Jumin. With my life if necessary.”
  • And I made sure a promise was repaid

Saeyoung

  • He was in immediate panic mode when he came back, dreading how he needed to keep pushing you away, to the apartment and you were gone, the window left ajar
  • Going into complete panic mode he spent 48 hours typing furiously, making calls, and crying before he passed out on his desk
  • A week later a letter showed up
  • “The one thing you care about the most in this world will come to you.”
  • On the back was a coordinate
  • Saeyoung spent no time driving there
  • When he reached there he found a person, lying unconscious, crude bandages on their eyes
  • Gasping he ran over to you
  • “Oh my God MC! N-no, this, this isn’t happening!”
  • He carried you into the car, and slammed on the gas, ignoring everything else
  • The hospital wait was horrible, every second dragging on and on
  • When the doctors came out he rushed up
  • “It was a hard go, we could only salvage one eye, I’m sorry, but there’s nothing to save the other, and once she hits past forty she’ll most likely become permanently blind in both eyes.”
  • His eyes started flooding at those words
  • Oh God, why did I push her away? God forgive me of my sins!”
  • Rushing past them he saw you, staring at him
  • “Luciel?”
  • “MC!”
  • He put his arms around you, pulling you against his warm chest, and you closed your eyes, beginning to also cry
  • “Luciel, I can’t see, I’m sorry, but my left eye is gone. I can’t-” your voice cracked with emotion “I can’t preserve this moment with my own two eyes.”
  • “Saeyoung.”
  • “What?”
  • “My name is Saeyoung, and I will never push you away again.”
  • “Oh Saeyoung!” You began to cry harder, slowly slipping into sleep, however catching the corner of a phrase
  • “I love you.”

V

  • The surgery had been a success, and you two were overcome with joy
  • Seeing him look at every single detail of the world with new eyes made your heart burst, and you couldn’t imagine anything better
  • But your time of happiness was cut short
  • It was autumn, and you two were in the woods, him with his camera once more, trying to capture every fallen leaf, when Rika jumped out, bringing a gun to you head
  • “Rika!” V screamed, as tried to throw his camera, causing you to begin to cry
  • Forced down on his knees by other members Rika started laughing, the sound warbling from a cackle and the tinkling sound he used to know
  • “You should’ve stayed blind Jihyun, now you’ll pay.”
  • Listening to the screams of the one who was just before gasping happily you were pushed on your stomach, a jackknife now tracing it’s way up your cheek
  • “Jihyun, I love you.” You said, right before the knife was raised
  • You heard him scream before you lost consciousness
  • Jihyun was screaming as Rika did her work, managing to find strength he pushed the others off of him, before running up and throwing her off of you
  • Cradling you he screamed at the snake, before stepping on her arm, a sapping sound ensuing
  • Ignoring the scene he left the pulled out his phone, so grateful for the service out her, he called the hospital
  • “Hold on MC, I promise I will save you.”
  • You woke up to darkness
  • “Jihyun? Jihyun where are you?!”
  • You felt his arms incasing you but you could yet not see him
  • “MC, oh MC I’m so sorry. I couldn’t save you. She was right I should’ve stayed blind.”
  • “No, no whatever you think please do not think that!”
  • You could feel his cheeks become wet
  • “MC, I promise I will help you, I will see everything for you. I will become your eyes.”
  • I will protect you forever, for this life and beyond, because it is you who gave me life

Saeran

  • “This is what she did to you!”
  • Saeran’s voice echoed throughout the whole room as he clutched at you, the only person in the world he’d ever loved
  • One of your eyes was purple and red, no white was left in it, that side of your face was also cut up, and Saeran was shaking in fury
  • “If she wasn’t dead already I would’ve sent her to Hell!”
  • You tried to comfort him, but he was beyond that
  • “How, how could that damn woman do this to you!”
  • “Saeran, please, please; don’t. I don’t want to think about it.”
  • He immediately shut up, instead staring at you
  • “Are you okay, do you need something? One minute!”
  • He ran out of the hospital room, only to come back five minutes later with a tub of ice cream
  • “Here, to make you feel better.”
  • You took the vanilla, and despite all your efforts you began to cry
  • “What’s wrong MC?!” He rushed over to you
  • “I, I just wish that I could see you smile with both eyes, you love ice cream so much! And I’ll never see your smile when you eat it ever again.”
  • You were crying harder and he enveloped you in a hug
  • “Then I will make sure you will still be able to see my happiness.”
  • And he kissed you softly
  • You leaned in, needing the warmth, something to remind you this was real
  • “And I promise to make sure you will be able to see whatever you want. The leaves in the fall, the blossoms in the spring, I promise you will still be able to see the beauty, I will make sure of it.”
  • He stroked your hair and you listened to his heartbeat, nodding
  • I will make sure you will be able to see it all…

Another long one! Oh my God I’m so tired! Honestly I will try to do another tomorrow, but I might have to take a break!! I have stuff to do lol! Either way I will do my best! Enjoy!

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Plot and A/N: I;m obsessed with writing Sam x Daughter fics but this time the daughters name is Lily and the reader (you) died protecting her as a baby.

Characetrs: Sam Winchester, Lily Winchester (OC), Y/N Y/L/N, Dean Winchester, Castiel (mentioned a lot)

Warning: Y/N dies, major fluff, a lot of angst, a Winchester daughter, sad Sammy, cute daddy Sam and uncle Dean, did I mention fluff and sadness?

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Cuddlefic prompt from @bpdtaak0 : starblaster crew together again post world-saving.


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Lucretia picks her way across what was once the central quad of the Bureau of Balance, and is now just … remnants. Cracked cobblestones. Scorched grass.

She doesn’t need to run away or build this rubble up into another shield. Doesn’t need to agonize over the fate of the world. For the first time in one hundred and eleven years, she’s free.

And she has no idea what to do. She reaches out her hand for a staff that isn’t there and almost stumbles. She scans the sky and knows, for the first time in so long, that there’s nothing coming, and she feels empty.

Her feet take her towards her office. What’s left of it. Most of the central dome is still standing. Not all the other buildings were so lucky.

And then she hears the song.

The duet.

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Requested by @deepestfirefunHi! Can I request Thorin or Fili x reader fic? Company asks reader to tell a story and she tells a tale by singing the willow maid - erutan. Thorin or Fili is affected by the way she can tell stories by singing them. He confront his feelings towards her and things gets steamy? Thanks! Love your writing!

Here you are, lovely!! I do not own Fili or Bofur. They belong to J.R.R.Tolkien. I also do not own “The Willow Maid”. That belongs to Erutan. You can listen here

Warnings: Angsty-ish, the slightest bit of steam at the end. 

Pairings: Fili x fem!reader, Bofur (he’s the only other one mentioned by name)

Originally posted by fili-raffe

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seven days, seven prompts, seven drabbles. one day I’ll manage to make a full fic for these two, but for now, this is my meager offering for @sannamiweek

vii. unexpected

Sanji is rubbing small circles at the small of her back, and this is all messed up—he should be the one crying his heart out, screaming off the top of his lungs—anything. After everything with his dad and brothers, after—everything.

But instead she’s the one sobbing into his shoulder, because he’s gone through so much and still forces a bloodied smile, a calming, “Nami-san, please don’t cry.”

She tightens her grip around his shoulders; pulling him close, grounding him. “You were so young,” she chokes, lips pressed onto his neck, against his beating pulse.

Sanji smiles sadly, and touches her arm, jet black ink on raised skin of a scar. “So were you.”

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And such was born MacDubh + Assassinach fighting the vile Reds in Scotham city. 

Fair warning: This is meant to be silly, so SUPERHERO TROPES ABOUND.

Fair warning: I WILL NOT BE UPDATING THIS FREQUENTLY

((but it isn’t going away, either :D))

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Episode III 

“You have to enter your super-secret safe house… through a wheelie bin?”

The key-code had just revealed the dark staircase within, and Claire was staring at it as though at—well, at a filthy dumpster in a dark alley in the middle of the night. Which it was. 

Even with her mask on, her look of disgust was so intense, Jamie couldn’t help but grin. “Only because you’re here, Sassenach.” He led the way, crouching through the low door, and she reluctantly followed him.  

Once the door was shut behind them, the illuminated panels of his suit showed her face still skeptical, though with a clear strain of amusement.  “So…you give all your lady callers this kind of star treatment, Mac?”

He shrugged and gestured for her to follow him down the narrow stairs. “Never had a lady caller here. Honest!” he protested as she snorted in disbelief. “And besides, when I’m alone, I use this.” He tapped his wrist in indication.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, you have a….? That’s remarkable!” she exclaimed, grabbing his wrist as they reached the first landing.  “How in the world do you have access to portable teleporters?” she demanded as she examined the thing in awe. “Must cost a bloody fortune!”

“The Reds have plenty of guns,” he said, as they descended deep under the city, “and hordes of officials in their pocket, forbye, but we far outstrip them in terms of access to new tech. My Uncle Dougal has a team dedicated to churning out useful stuff for the Resistance, at cost. You’ll meet the lot in just a moment and they’ll show you just what we’ve got in our arsenal.”

They stopped at the bottom of the steps to grab bottled waters from the refrigerated cache. Claire drank hers gratefully looking tired— it was after midnight, after all, and they had had a strenuous ordeal. “We’ve got a fair stretch of tunnel to get through before we reach HQ,” he said, indicating the long passage through the door, illuminated by dim, green light. “All flat, but perhaps a mile. Think ye can manage, lass?”

She only scoffed and shoved him out of the way to sprint down the corridor.

God, Jamie thought, eyes and feet momentarily riveted, I could watch her outstrip me all. day. long.

Dinna be disgusting, he chided himself a moment later, jogging for a few dozen yards to catch up with her before matching her stride. “You’re quite fast, Sassenach.”

She slowed to a brisk walk and took another long draft of water. “Ought to be, with eight years of track and field as a kid.”

“Oh, aye?” He could see that. She had the lean build for it. “Win lots of medals?”

“My dad always said, ‘Claire, sweetheart, you *might* let some of the other runners have a turn at winning every now and again!’”

“Let me guess:  taking second place out of pity wasna quite your style.”

“You wager correctly,” she laughed. “Run ‘em into the ground, was more my motto.” She took off her mask in stride and rubbed her face in relief. “Oof, I’ll tell you what though, it is NO FUN running and working up a sweat in all this leather.”

“Aye, as fetching as your getup is, we’ve got to get ye a proper suit, lass. Something bulletproof, for starters.”

“Alright, then,” she grinned, “as long as it isn’t PLAID.”

“If it were, I’d see ye in court over it! Tis my trademark!” He removed his own PLAID mask and gloves, stretching his fingers absently as he grinned at her. “Canna have ye mucking up my personal brand, now can I?”

“Oh!” she said suddenly, halting to look at the hand he was rubbing. “Is that a ruby?”

“Aye,” he confirmed, stopping too and handing the ring to her for inspection. “'Twas my father’s.”

“It’s beautifully made…” Her whisky-colored eyes were alight as she turned it tenderly in her fingers. “Gorgeous…..”

“Been in our family for many generations. It was one of the few earthly possessions Da truly treasured.”

She looked up at him, eyebrows drawn. “Treasur/ed/….Is….Did he…?”

He hesitated only a moment. “Aye. He and my mother, both. She in a car accident when I was small; Da, when…”

He couldn’t speak of that day. Not yet.

He cleared his throat. “A stroke. I was sixteen.”

“I’m…so sorry.”

As fierce as she was in battle, as biting and vicious as she tended to be with her words, there was nothing in Claire in that moment but…love.

He shook his head to rid himself of that fool notion, but looked down to see her hand wrapped around his. It was small and warm, strong. He squeezed it and met her eye. “Thank you, Sassenach.”

After a moment, she brought their joined hands upward and slipped the ring back on his finger. Was it his imagination, or did she seem reluctant to let go?

She did, though, and resumed her brisk pace down the corridor.

Strange…horrible?…..shameful?….that in six words and a simple touch, he felt closer to Claire than he ever had with Annalise.

Aye….shameful. When he could still remember the weight of her dead body in his arms on the ground. Still remember the way her sky eyes stared upward, unseeing as the murder and chaos thronged pitilessly around them.

Shameful, Jamie.

But the truth.

“Did you play any sport yourself as a youngster?” Her jovial, joking tone was back, and he was grateful for the gift of easy distraction. 

“Oh, aye, a bit of shinty and rugby at school.”

“Were you any good?” she demanded, eyes glinting.

He tried to look modest. “Not bad.”

“Good enough to… CATCH ME?”

She set off at a lightning-fast sprint again before Jamie could blink. “CHEATER!” he called after her, laughing, trying to catch up. She was so fast he could barely make her out in the dim light ahead. “LEFT!” he yelled as she nearly missed the turning. “THE LEFT PASSAGE!”

She veered left and flashed him a taunting grin over her shoulder as she disappeared from view. It was only a few seconds before he reached the turning himself, but damn she was fast. He put on a fresh burst of speed

then heard her scream

and heard her body hit the ground.

He knew he was running, faster than he’d ever run before, each footfall screaming to him, FASTER.

He knew his dirk was in his hand, and he was screaming for her. He knew she was there, under attack.

FASTER

Claire.

FASTER

Standing in the green haze, her back to him, legs spread as if ready to dive.

FASTER

A wavegun blast barreling out of the darkness, the blue energy slamming into her with such force she fell to one knee with a great, gritted yell of pain and anger.

FASTER

Back on her feet.

FASTER

Another blast .

FASTER

Another cry

FASTER

In the dim light beyond her, the fast-approaching shape of—

“UNCLE!” his own disembodied voice was screaming, “S T O P !”

FASTER

Dougal mere feet away from her now, knife in one hand and blaster in the other

F A S T E R

Claire crouching lightning-fast and kicking him hard in the kneecap

Dougal grabbing her by the shoulders and flinging her hard onto the ground

F A S —

Dougal pointing the blaster down at her head

“NO!”

Jamie collided hard with his uncle, knocking the shooting arm so the blast hit the far wall. He had the bastard pinned on the ground and was screaming down at him in Gaelic, completely overtaken by blood-red rage; then a sharp WHIZZ-WHIZZ and his orientation spun, feeling his body tumbling and heaving in midair, flying; and then his forehead collided hard with something solid and everything went black.

It couldn’t have been more than a couple of seconds, but even so, he awoke disoriented, his vision blurred and searing pain gripping his wrists. He found he couldn’t move and he blinked, realizing with a jolt of fury that he was pinned face-first to the wall with a set of Dougal’s telekinetic cuffs that kept his wrists trapped high over his head.

He jerked and struggled against the restraints, his head blinding with pain as he confronted wildly over his shoulder. “CLAIRE?”

Dougal had one of his cuffs on her too, pinning her to the opposite wall by her throat. Her toes barely touched the floor, and she was struggling hard to breathe, scream, kick out, anything.

“DOUGAL! LET HER GO!” he screamed.

“I never have fucking believed it,” Dougal growled lethally, his knife and eyes never leaving Claire. “Never thought I’d live to see my own blood raise a hand to me in defense of a filthy Sassenach, in our own house.”

“She’s on our SIDE, Dougal!” he cried, trying to turn around to face the bastard directly, but the cuffs prevented it. “For the love of God, let her down, and I’ll explain everything!”

“On our side?” Dougal snarled and Jamie barely had time to cry out before Dougal’s knife flashed downward and Claire screamed in excruciating pain

Never had Jamie felt so helpless. Not even on the day of the Cull, as he watched Annalise and so many others die.

He was screaming out her name, feeling the cuffs drawing blood as he struggled to free himself, to reach her—

And then Dougal was walking toward him. Over Dougal’s shoulder, Jamie could just see Claire, paler than he thought possible, blood spilling freely from collarbone to shoulder. Dougal had not gone for the kill it seemed, but had cut out a large strip of Claire’s suit from the high collar to her left shoulder, taking no heed for her safety and leaving a long gash as he went. Dougal held this strip in his hands as he drew nearer.

“Claire! Sassenach, CHRIST, are ye—”

Of course she wasn’t alright. She couldn’t even reply; could barely touch the ground, and struggling as she was to get high enough above the cuff to breathe, every movement pulled on the wound and gave her more pain. She would pass out, in a moment; and if the knife had nicked an artery, she would—

Jamie struggled furiously against his own bonds, seething at Dougal. “Dougal— for fuck’s sake, release her before you KILL HER. She’s on OUR SIDE!!”

Dougal ignored this, and raised the strip of leather, dripping with Claire’s blood, shaking with Dougal’s own rage, in Jamie’s face “A Sassenach wearing RED is on our side, aye?”

“She’s Claire Beauchamp,” Jamie spat through his teeth, his fury blocking his ability to speak more clearly. “Claire Beauchamp.”  

“EXACTLY,” Dougal bellowed, “Fiancée to FRANK RANDALL. THAT name ring any bells?”

It was as if someone had shoved a ball of hot lead down Jamie’s throat. 

Fiancée.

Even through her restraints, even hurt and weakening as she was, she shook her head fiercely at Jamie. but before she could even attempt to speak, Dougal tele-released the collar so that she fell hard to the ground. To her credit, she moved fast to scrabble to her feet but Dougal strode over and knocked her flat, putting his huge boot on her neck. He leaned forward to put more weight on it and she gave a gurgling scream of pain and panic.

“UNCLE” Jamie bellowed, but he was totally and completely helpless in Dougal’s restraints. “LAY ANOTHER HAND ON HER, AND I SWEAR, I’LL—”

“What’ll ye do, pup? What, eh?” Dougal’s voice was low and quiet. Confident and unfeeling. He pointed the knife down at her, keeping Jamie’s eye. “I could slit her throat right now…. and ye couldna do a thing to stop it.”

Claire was crying but her eyes were closed, her lips closed tight together. She wouldn’t cry out again, if this were the end.

Jamie was begging, now, tears flowing freely and teeth gritted. “For the sake of my mother, your sister, you’ll let this woman leave. FOR ELLEN!”

Silence reigned for a long, long time, save for Jamie’s whispered. “Please….please….”

At last, Dougal removed the boot. He leaned down and snarled quietly in her face. “Get. Out. And if I ever see ye again… I WILL cut your throat, Sassenach bitch.”

She got shakily to her feet. She was bleeding profusely from the shoulder and there was a fresh trickle of blood running from her hairline down to her jaw. Claire’s throat was so damaged from Dougal’s mistreatment she could barely produce sound, but she glared fiercely at Dougal and mouthed furiously with the hint of a hoarse whisper.  “FUCK….YOU….

And with not a glance at Jamie, she turned and ran limping back up the passage from whence they’d come.

Jamie tried to call after her, but Dougal took that moment to release the fetters and punch Jamie hard in the stomach as he fell. 

“Uncle….” he wheezed, as he got laboriously to his feet. “What the fuck—s’matter with—”

“Wi’ ME? “ He shoved Jamie hard against the wall. “What is the matter with YOU! How FUCKING dare you, Jamie!”

“She IS on our side, Uncle,” Jamie snarled. “I’ll stake my own life against it, and will stand as surety for all her actions.”  

“Our side,” Dougal spat derisively, retracting his foul tools with the press of a button on his forearm and kicking the strip of leather on the ground with disgust.

“The….the red suit was a poor choice, I’ll grant you,” Jamie said faintly, still seething, but feeling now as though he would be sick, seeing the limp hide on the ground, oozing with Claire’s blood. He gritted his teeth and said more boldly. “I reacted much the same way when I encountered her tonight— nearly throttled her myself, but ye didna give her a chance to speak her piece, man! She’s a true believer in our cause, Dougal—the Reds murdered her parents.”

“And yet she’s content to remain engaged to the nephew of the son of a bitch that probably gave the order? The son of a bitch responsible for your Da as well?”  

Engaged.

Buck the fucking hell up, Jamie, you’ve known her for a few hours—you’ve no cause whatsoever to feel—

But RANDALL—of all the goddamn pricks in this city, she had to choose the one whose uncle—

He clenched his fists, speaking with more confidence than he felt. “I TRUST her, Dougal.”

“So you’ll place a Sassenach above your own flesh and blood? Your own blood that practically raised you?”

“Ye trained me, Dougal. My parents raised me…Thank God, they raised me to be a better man than you.”

Dougal raised a hand as though to strike him, but then lowered it and turned his back, speaking gruffly. “Get changed, lad. Your auntie’s kept Christmas Eve dinner late for ye, and we’re going to—”

But Jamie was already striding fast back up the corridor.

“You’re no’ going after that Sassenach whore, Jamie,” came Dougal’s voice, sharp and threatening.

“She’s no’ a whore,” he spat over his shoulder, not slowing.

He heard the whiz behind him but this time, he was ready. The cuff sliced in two against his raised dirk as he whirled.  

He lowered the blade just enough to level it at Dougal.

“Use your goddamned contraptions against me again, Uncle, and it’s your own throat that’ll need watching.”  


[to be continued. someday.] 

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The wait for Thorin’s arrival felt infinite. Between you and Thranduil, there were few words exchanged as you fumed and he preened. Your mind, underlined with anger, ran wild with ideas of what the elven king had planned for you and Thorin. Amidst you flurry of thoughts, you couldn’t help but pause and wonder if Thranduil had been right in his guess. Did you care for Thorin more deeply than you should?

The dwarven king had dragged you through sleet and across mountains with your hands and feet bound. It could be argued he had treated you as poorly as Thranduil did at that very moment and yet the experiences were wholly disparate. The elven king staring at you with his serpentine eyes was stone incarnate while Thorin was more; he was a river which flowed from a pool of tragedy and betrayal which had turned him to ice. The king of Mirkwood, however, stood unbending and unfeeling like a tree which grew leaves just to spite the sun.

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6| The Purge

Trailer| Moodboard | Chapter 1| 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | Epilogue

Characters: Jungkook x reader| BTS| ft. Got7 Mark

Summary: For one day, every year, killing is legal, and you’ll kill anyone as long as the price is right. He’ll kill anyone as long as his orders tell him so. Both of you are the top purgers in the business, but what happens if your name ends up on his kill list? What happens if you’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to kill Jeon Jungkook?

Warnings: None

Word count: 2,123

A/N: The moment has finally come! Please let me know what you think


Originally posted by shishikookie

Jungkook & Y/N

She looked peaceful lying there, her features giving no real indication that she was anything but an innocent, ordinary girl living out her youth. I couldn’t help myself from watching her sitting there. Everything about her looked at ease despite the chaos brewing outside her apartment, from the way her chest calmly rose and fell with every breath she took to the loose grip she held on her gun. I smirked, fully aware that she had been waiting for me this entire time. It suddenly didn’t seem right to slit her throat without her knowledge, but then again, I wasn’t the one being vulnerable while waiting for someone to kill me.

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Hell (Chapter Four: The enemy of my enemy is my friends)

Summary: Y/n Singer, after selling his soul to save Sam’s life, has accepted her destiny (or maybe not?). But her family doesn’t.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (not yet, but soon)

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Angst.

Hell (Chapter One: Fair Exchange)
Hell (Chapter Two: What will we do without her?)
Hell (Chapter Three: Fire and Ice)


Four months.
It had been about one hundred and twenty days since Dean had come to recover me from Indiana after my ‘fight’ with the vampires. The next morning we left the motel, to get to Bobby’s house; in all this time the words that exchanged me and Dean are so few, that I can count them on the fingers of a hand.
My refusal has.. disappointed in him, I think. But what should I do? I’m going to die, to be dragged to hell by a bloody Hellhound, and what would it be like to tell to Dean what I really feel for him? What would it be like to tell him that since I walked away from him I do nothing but think about him during the morning, and dream him over night? His green eyes, his smile, his lips. Knowing would only worsen things, for him, and for me. So I prefer that he doesn’t talk to me anymore, rather than seeing him suffer even more because of me.
At this moment I am lying on the small sofa in my father’s office; the leg slowly heals, and I’m looking forward to my legs and get back to hunting. At least, I’ll have more for the head.
Bobby came out a few hours ago to help one of his friends, Rufus, in a hunt for the Banshees.
Almost I’m going to fall asleep when I hear someone get into the room; I try to get up as fast as I can, despite the leg. I take the gun hidden under the couch, and I point towards.. Sam.
“Sorry Y/n, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I lower the gun, and I rise to hug him. I’m never going to get tired of his hugs.
“Listen Y/n, I have this case..”
And so I and the younger of the Winchesters start doing research, he’s on the computer, and I’m on my father’s books. I’m in the third book when Sam starts talking.
“You didn’t ask me.”
I raise my gaze towards him, and I frown my eyebrows, to make him understand that I didn’t understand what he is talking about.
But I know exactly what he’s talking about.
“Listen Y/n. You and Dean.. I don’t know what exactly happened. But you should talk about it.”
Yes, talk. And about what? How am I going to die? The fact that he tried to kiss me? Or the fact that I, in spite of wanting, I pulled his away from me?
“He and I have already spoken. And if he wants to stay away from me, or he doesn’t want to see me.. It’s okay.”
Sam nods in a sign of surrender; he knows I’m very stubborn, and that so keep talking about the topic, it wouldn’t help anything. He rises after finishing his research, and raising his hands, turns to me.
“I didn’t find anything here. You keep looking, all right? I’m going to do arms refueling.”
I nod, to let Sam understand that I will do what he told me, then I hear his footsteps move away.
A few books later, finally I find a creature that has several things in common with what Sam described to me. I feel the presence of Sam back in the room, and I turn to inform him of what I found.
“Hey Sam, I think I found what you’re hunt-”
I notice that is not Sam, but Dean. He’s standing on the edge of the door, motionless. His green eyes are fixed on me, and I put down the gaze, no longer able to withstand the eye contact with him. I was hoping not to see him more until my death, to be honest. Thus, it would have done less bad.
Nevertheless, seeing him there, standing before me, it makes me want to go to him, between his arms, and never let him go. If only it were possible.
“What we are looking for exactly?”
His voice brings me back to reality. So hard, so hoarse. Thus.. Dean Winchester. Almost my legs tremble, listening to his voice again.. God, how much I would cry right now.
I take the book between my hands, and I approach him to inform Dean what I found. Our hands are grazing and I look at him once again in those his emerald eyes.
“Let me guess, Sam has told you that we should talk about?”
I bit my bottom lip; I don’t expect that he gets to the point so quickly. Indeed, I thought that he wouldn’t have ever done.
“And you, do you want to talk about it?” I ask him without hesitation. It seems like a movie scene, where two people watching in silence, and finishes that the lips of one press on those of the other. But between me and Dean doesn’t end like this; Sam returns in the room with a large bag on the shoulders, and he looks at me with a look from ‘I interrupted something?’.
Maybe, Sam. Maybe.


It’s  around four o'clock in the afternoon, and I’m hungry. Sam and Dean have gone away for a few hours now, intent on eliminating the monster on duty. My father is back, too; he did it sooner than expected. Now he’s out in the garden, doing who knows what. While I open the fridge to take a bottle of water, and look for something to eat, I hear a shot.
I put myself immediately on the alert, and after taking the gun from underneath to the couch again, I go to the garden.
I do a few feet, and I see my father pointing to a target.
“What the hell are you doing dad!?”
Bobby turns to me, showing me the gun he has in his hands, and I recognize it right away.
The Colt. The famous gun created by Samuel Colt himself, it can kill any supernatural being. The gun Dean used against the demon who killed his mother.
“I’m trying to fix it, but still nothing.”
“Maybe I can help you.”
I quickly raise the gun, and I point it in the direction of the voice. In front of the target that my father built to practice, there is a girl, slender, with blond hair. She slowly approaches, but I tell her to stay away
“Who are you?” asks my father, after approaching me.
The girl, with a grin on her face, and having made another step forward, replies.
“I am Ruby.”
A fraction of a second, a blink of lashes, and the eyes of the girl turn into those of a demon. Now I know exactly who she is: the Sam’s 'demon-friend’.
The big guy told me about it the day after my accident. While I was in my room, at Bobby’s house, he told me about how the famous girl had saved him from the deadly sins. Sam told me that she was smart, and that above all, she knew how to solve my problem. As he talked about her, Sam seemed very hopeful, and even I, for a fraction of a second, I began to think there was a way to cancel my deal.. And then, Sam told me she was a demon. How could he, trust to Ruby? A demon? We should not even hear what they say; our 'work’ is to kill them to save innocents.
I talked a lot about it with Sam, I tried to convince him, but nothing. The big guy is convinced that the demon doesn’t lie. At that moment, I wanted to talk to Dean about it, to know what he thought of Ruby.
Bullshit!, it would probably be his answer. Anyway, I don’t believe in what the demons say. And I don’t believe in Ruby.
She keeps approaching, but I don’t mean to lower the weapon.
“Do you know that doesn’t kill me?”
“Do you know it can still provoke you pain?”
Ruby looks at me straight in the eye, followed by a confused look. She raises the hands in a sign of surrender, and slowly she descends, laying something on the ground. Then she steps back, waiting. I lean forward to see what it is. There’s a knife on the ground; with that, Ruby killed demons with that weapon.
“Like I said, I want to help. I know how to fix the Colt.”
I get closer to the knife, and I collect it, hiding it behind my back. I go back to my father’s side, and we decide on what to do. I hate having to work with a demon, and not even my father sees it as a good idea, but the Colt can still be very useful, and if there is a way to fix it..


“That’s it. Now it works again.”
It’s about two hours that Ruby is on the Colt, to do who knows what. After finishing, she approaches me, sitting on the other side of the room, in the kitchen. Ruby, with the Colt in the hand, she hesitates, but then she gives me.
“Now you just have to try it.”
“I could use it on you.” I say, pointing it straight in the face to her. My father enters in the kitchen, with a duffel bag on his shoulders.
“Maybe I found a case. Give it to me the Colt, so I’ll see if it works.”
The Colt is still in my hands, straight on Ruby, but then I lower it, and I hide it behind my back. I go to my father, and I take the bag from his shoulders.
“I’ll go; I’m tired of sitting on the couch. And the leg doesn’t hurt anymore.”
My father tries in every way to convince me to stay at home, to rest a few more days, but I don’t hear him. I need to get out. I need to punch someone. I need to hunt. Bobby raises his eyes in a sign of surrender, and after telling me to be careful, he throws me the keys of the car, and returns to do what he was doing.
I turn the keys on the steering, and I’m almost leaving, when Ruby stops exactly in front of the car. I open my arms, as if to ask what the hell she’s doing. She runs around the car, and she opens the right door, sitting beside the passenger.
“I’m coming with you.”
“Don’t even talk about it, demon!”
“I can help you. Two people are better than one, and then your leg is not healed altogether. And then I don’t know, you’re.. Nice.”
I look at her speechless: great, now I’m nice to a demon.
It wasn’t really one of the things I wanted to do before I died. I take a deep breath.
It will be a very interesting hunt.


“Officers, here’s the victim.”
I had advised Ruby to wait at the motel while I was wearing the role of an FBI agent, but I couldn’t convince her.
A huntress and a demon pretend to be police… Looks like the start of a bad joke.
The corpse in front of my eyes doesn’t seem more human: it has rips everywhere, and almost the face is not recognizable.
“It must have been a big animal.“ I say, while the doctor puts the body in the cold room.
“What’s strange about that body?” asks Ruby to the doctor, who turns with a surprised look.
“Besides the fact that it is completely ripped off? There is no brain.”
Ruby and I are exchanging a look of understanding; This is weird for us.
“Maybe it was a zombie!”
I frowned and I fixed the doctor. I don’t believe the zombies, and I do a job where anything is possible. Zombies don’t exist. I think.
Outside the morgue, the air is cold, so I squeeze into my coat.
“And now what do you do?” asks Ruby as we head to the car.
“You go buy something to eat, I’m going back to the motel to do some research.”
“Demons don’t eat.”
I raise my eyes. It’s horrible to ’ work ’ with a demon; so annoying, and arrogant.. and so full of itself.
I get in the car and close the door; before leaving, Ruby leans on the window, looking at me with a questioning look.
“We humans, instead, we need food. So go, I’ll see you later.”


Ruby’s gone a long way. Who knows where the hell she went to get my dinner. In the meantime, I did some research, and I found out that the corpse we checked wasn’t the first. Five more people have died in the last two weeks. I check again if the victims have anything in common, but nothing. Suddenly, I see light up my cell phone screen, resting on the table, so I move my computer from my legs, and I get up.
I take the cell phone in my hand: Sam. I hesitate, thinking about whether it’s a good idea to answer. The door opens, and Ruby enters with a bag in his hand.
“Here’s your food.” she tells me, throwing the bag on the table. I still look at the phone, but I missed the call. If it was important, he’ll call back.
“Then, discovered what we hunt for?”
As I bite my sandwich, I take the computer from the bed and I deliver it to Ruby.
“Kitsune?”
“Exact. They are very rare, and they have a human appearance, at least when they don’t feed. Of brain.“
"And where we find them?”
I sit near the table, I take a beer, and after drinking a sip, I pick up the computer from the hands of Ruby.
“The murders started a couple of weeks ago, so either he or she just moved here, or he or she is just passing by, and hiding in some abandoned place.”
“What are we waiting for then?”


After taking the necessary weapons for the hunt – including the Colt – Ruby and I asked around if there were new inhabitants in the last time, someone transferred recently, but nothing. So the Kitsune must hide somewhere, in a house, or an abandoned shed. After doing a check, Ruby and I found out that there are five abandoned houses; we’ve already checked three, now we’re at the fourth.
I slowly approach one of the windows of the house, and I peek inside. It’s all dark, and I can’t see anything. I look at Ruby, and I tell her to enter the main door, while I, after turning on a flashlight, I start in the back of the house. Suddenly, I hear my cell vibrations, and almost I wince. I take it fast in my hands, and I see Sam again.
Not now, Sam.
I put the phone in the pocket, and I keep patrolling. In total silence, I hear a thump coming from the inside of the house; Quickly, I find myself inside the house, and I see Ruby, struggling with a woman, little bigger than me. Ruby notes my presence, and after giving a fist to the woman, that screaming with anger, the demon wraps the arms around her shoulders to block her.
“What are you waiting for? Use the Colt!” screams Ruby in my direction. I take the Colt from behind my back, and after taking the target, I shoot at the heart of the Kitsune. The latter screams from the pain, and then falls to the ground, dead.
“The Colt works.” I say in a rather surprised tone.
“Have you any doubt?”


After killing the Kitsune, Ruby and I dug a pit in the woods to hide the corpse. Then we came back to the car – which we had left little away from the abandoned house – and we headed to the motel. I’m parking the car, and while Ruby and I are heading into the room, I hear once again the phone vibrate. Sam.
I tell Ruby to start taking our things in the room while I stay close to the car. I take a deep breath, and I answer.
“Sam, is something wrong?”
I support a side on the side of the car, while I wait for the big guy to answer me.
“Y/n.”
I lose a heartbeat; the one I’m listening to isn’t Sam’s voice, but Dean’s. I remember what happened the day before; I asked him if he wanted to talk about what had happened between us, but Sam’s interruption had not given him the opportunity to answer.
“Dean, are you all right?”
I feel his breathing on the other side of the phone, as if it were hard for him to talk.
“Yes, it’s just that, Sam and I are following a case. And I thought of you.”
“What are you hunting for?”
“..Hellhounds.“
I bite my bottom lip. The Hellhounds, they have the task of 'recovering’ the souls of the people who signed a deal with a demon of the crossroads.
I’ve never been able to see one, but I won’t have to wait much longer, right?
"I miss you, Y/n.”
Dean’s words bring me back to reality, and they leave me speechless. I suddenly hear a hole create at the center of my stomach. I don’t know what to answer, except that I miss him too.
“I never thought of my life without my brother, without you. And now, I’m going to have to over that you in a few months.. you’re not going to be there. And I know I’m going to have to get used to it, but I can’t.”
A tear line my face. I had never heard Dean talk to me this way; even when he tried to kiss me, I was surprised. I had begun to try something for Dean long ago, but I had tried not to give too much of these feelings. I didn’t want the friendship that joined us to be destroyed by what I felt. Sam was the only one who knew about my feelings for his brother, and he promised me not to tell him anything. Dean never realized anything; but now, he tells me that he misses me, and that kiss not given..
Does that he feels what I feel? Or is there something else underneath? I’m so confused.
“Soon, Sam and I will be at Bobby’s house, so we can talk, yes?”
Dean still doesn’t know that I’m not there, maybe he didn’t talk to Bobby, so he didn’t warn the Winchesters.
“Ehm..”
A shot. Then nothing.

Hell (Chapter Five: The demon and the huntress)


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5

Part Four of You’re in Supernatural 

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pairing: Reader x Dean, Reader x Sam, Reader x Cas, Reader x Crowley, Reader x Adam, Reader x Lucifer

word count: 1,404

*~*~*

“Y/N, pay attention to me.” Lucifer whined. “I’m bored.”

“Shut up.” You snapped. “I need to sleep.”

“But I’m bored.” He whined, walking over to your little corner and wrapping his arms around you.

“Go to sleep.” You groaned.

“Angels don’t sleep.” He reminded you. “But look at this. Look, I have a forked tongue!”

“Bloody hell,” You pulled at the roots of your hair in frustration. “No wonder God threw you out of heaven. Daddy watch this. Daddy pay attention to me I’m bored.”

Lucifer gave you a wicked grin. “There’s my little firecracker.”

You sighed, getting up and walking to another corner in the cage before laying down on your side. If only you knew a way that would shut him up.

“Wait, who’s that in the corner?” You asked, noticing a body sitting in the corner across from you for the first time.

“That’s Adam.” Lucifer shrugged. “He lost his mind about a year ago.”

“So he just randomly lost his mind one day all on his own?” You gave him a pointed look.

“I was bored.” Lucifer shrugged.

You smacked Lucifer’s chest. “That’s so rude!”

Cautiously, you walked to the corner where Adam sat, rocking back and forth. “Adam?”

“They left me here,” He hissed, grabbing onto your arm. “They left me here.”

Lucifer stepped in and pushed him off of you. You stumbled back, feeling a little sorry for the forgotten Winchester.

“Where’s Michael?” You asked Lucifer.

“He ditched his vessel and went back to heaven.” He told you before pointing to Adam. “Then I got bored.”

You walked away, going to the last free corner, ignoring Lucifer’s shouts from behind you.

“Y/N, don’t ignore me.” Lucifer walked over to your corner and picked you up, putting you in his lap.

“If I let you hold me will you let me sleep?” You sighed, wanting nothing more than to get a few hours of sleep.

“Of course.” Lucifer kissed the side of your head. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You closed your eyes and sighed in content, happy to finally get some sleep.

“Y/N!” Dean’s voice echoed throughout the room.

“Dean!” You shot up out of Lucifer’s lap and ran to the edge of the cage.

“Crowley, get her the hell out of here.” Dean snapped, pulling on the metal bars.

“Y/N’s not going anywhere.” Lucifer wrapped his arm around your waist.

“It’s your fault I’m in here in the first place.” You snapped.

“Because you’re the only human that I like.” Lucifer said like it was meant to be obvious.

“Y/N, I will get you out of here. I promise.” Dean told you, ignoring the devil’s last comment.

“How exactly did the character in the show get out?” Sam asked, standing next to his brother.

“That’s just the thing,” You let out a deep breath. “This didn’t happen on the show.”

“That’s fan-freaking-tastic.” Dean threw his arms in the air.

“Y/N,” Sam asked calmly, “How exactly did you get in there?”

“I turned the light switch on and he somehow used his angelic powers to get me in here.” You shrugged. “I don’t know what he did though.”

“Alright this is what’s going to happen,” Dean’s posture went rigid. “We’re going to turn the lights back on and you’re going to let her out!”

“Hmmm,” Lucifer pretended to think about it for a minute. “No.”

“I thought you hated humans.” Sam asked him. “Why would you want to keep her in your cage?”

Lucifer looked at Sam. “Jealous?”

“No-” Sam began but Lucifer cut him off.

“It’s okay if you are,” Lucifer drawled on, “I know that I’m irresistible, but Sammy, you’ve got to let me go. Our summer fling is over and I think it’s time that we start seeing other people.”

“How have you not stabbed him yet?” Sam asked in disbelief.

“I don’t have a knife.” You shrugged.

“This is all your fault!” Dean turned on Crowley. “If you hadn’t brought her to hell none of this would have happened.”

“My fault!” Crowley screeched and pointed at Cas. “That one didn’t want to go in.”

“I told you that I did not think it would be a good idea!” Cas raised his voice. “Now look at Y/N! She is trapped in the cage with my brother.”

“I’ll take good care of her, Castiel.” Lucifer winked at Cas as he pulled you closer to his side.

“There’s only one way Y/N gets out of that cage.” Crowley spoke up. “And that’s if he gets out too.”

“No.” You said immediately. “It’s not worth it.”

“I’m not just going to leave you in there.” Dean threw his arms up in exasperation.

“You have to.” You insisted. “If you let him out, he’ll just start the apocalypse all over again.”

Lucifer looked offended. “I can behave.”

“That’s what she said.” Dean laughed, making Sam give him a bitch stare.

“Really, Dean?” Sam deadpanned.

“Oh c’mon, that was a good one.” Dean looked offended.

“Listen to moose, squirrel.” Crowley muttered.

“I guess we have to let them both out of the cage.” Sam sighed.

“No!” You shrieked. “You do not let him out under any circumstances.”

“Y/N,” Lucifer placed his hand over his heart. “I’m offended.”

“Yeah it sucks that I’m in here, but I would rather be in here then out there knowing that he would be loose.” You continued, ignoring his comment.

“You’ll be stuck in here forever.” Sam reminded you.

You visibly cringed at the thought. “Just find an alternative.”

“That’s it, I can’t leave her here like this any longer. Crowley get them out of there.” Dean looked at you with his pain filled eyes.

“Dean-” You began but he cut you off.

“Y/N, we’ll deal with the consequences later.” Dean told you. “I just want you safe.”

Crowley flipped on the light switch and grabbed a key from his pocket. He cut his hand, letting a few drops of blood fall onto the key before placing it in the lock and turning it.

Lucifer let his arm fall from around your waist and ran as fast as you possibly could into Cas’ arms.

“Y/N!” Cas hugged you back. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You gave him a genuine smile and walked over to Dean.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Dean wrapped his strong arms around you.

“Dean you should’ve left me in there.” You mumbled against his chest.

Dean shrugged, giving you a smile. “You’re a Winchester now. We’re not going to leave you in hell.”

You gave Dean a pointed look. “You left Adam in hell.”

Sam peaked inside the cage. “Is he still in there?”

You walked around, looking into the entrance of the cage and pointing to the far right corner. “Right there.”

“Adam?” Sam asked quietly.

“You.” Adam screamed in rage. “Way to come back for me!”

“Adam-” Dean began but Adam cut him off.

“No!” Adam threw his hands up in the air. “I quit! I quit this family! You try living with that thing for God knows how long. Do you know how many times I’ve listened to Sympathy for the Devil?”

Adam turned to you. “Good luck, Y/N. I wish you the best. Now, Crowley, how in the hell do I get out of hell?”

Crowley pointed to the staircase to his left. “Right there.”

Adam walked up the stairs in a huff. When he was gone, everyone stared at each other in shock.

“Jeesh.” Lucifer whistled. “I guess he’s the drama king of the family.”

“Well,” Dean said. “C’mon Y/N, let’s get you back to the bunker.”

Lucifer linked his arm with yours. “I’m ready when you are.”

“Will someone please stab him already.” Sam groaned.

“Sam,” Lucifer sighed. “I know that I broke your heart, but violence isn’t the answer.”

“Neither is that haircut.” Crowley snapped.

“Y/N thinks I’m more attractive.” Lucifer fired back.

“No she doesn’t.” Crowley argued.

“That’s not what she’s thinking.” Lucifer winked.

“Cas,” You whispered, gripping his arm. “Now would probably be a good time to get us all out of here.”

“Yeah.” Sam agreed.

“Preferably before they start fighting over Y/N’s love.” Dean winked at you.

You rolled your eyes and placed your hand on Cas’ shoulder, watching as Sam and Dean did the same.

In an instant, Cas flashed the four of you back to the bunker.

FACE

Part of the Firework series: a series of GOT7 Oneshots

Yeojung’s high school fling with Mark Tuan meant nothing. She was young and stupid, and they weren’t good together. But life reunites them and they have a chance to explore the mistakes they made in the past.

They say your first love will always have a special place in your heart

Warnings: strong language, adult topics, cheesiness. 

Word count: 5700+

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