unearthly screaming

I set my alarm last night to the glorious, unearthly sound of Genji screaming “Ryujin no KEN WO KURAE! ” and let me tell you that as a support main I have never been more awake in my entire life I think I crossed in to a new level of existence I woke up so fast

The Unblessed

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Unseelie Bucky x Reader

Summary: Everybody knows to stay away from the forest, where the Seelie and Unseelie courts remain permanently at war. But when the people in your village begin to starve and you face a dangerous journey to the land of the fae, you never think of the consequences it may bring… Until, as an effort to placate the raging war between the Fae, the Prince of Winter himself comes to claim you as his.

Warnings: mentions of death (plus smut in future chapters)

Word count: 2286

A.N: Yes, i’m still alive, and yes, I’ve started a new series while I still have three unfinished ones. BUT This is a very, very different project because (drumroll)… It’s my first smut ever! EVER! and although this is kind of the introduction chapter, expect things to get intense after this. Please enjoy and tell me what you think!
Dedicated to the beautiful Ella @buckysinthesinbin​ for all the help and for putting up with me and my writing whims.

Originally posted by spaceeblack


You hear the bow snapping and watch the arrow fly as it sinks into the deer’s side, causing the small animal to cry out once before its legs give out and it topples to the side, falling on the ground with a soft thud.

Finally, after two days of scouting the forest and searching nonstop, the endless tracking of snapped twigs and barely-there hoofprints has amounted to something. The last strip of dried meat you had to split with Kate this morning, but nonetheless you lunge forward from behind the trees, muscles clenching with exhaustion while your empty stomach snarls in hunger.

Kate emerges from the trees at about the same time you do, with her bow and quill of arrows firmly secured behind her back. Sweat is dripping down her temples, her hair sticking to the damp skin in the summer heat. This hunt hasn’t been easy.

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Camp Crystal Lake

Title: Camp Crystal Lake

Summary:  Sam and Dean hunt a monster at a summer camp.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader, Dean Winchester

Word Count:  2737

Warnings:  nsfw, canon typical violence, mentions of blood, some smut, explicit language

Author’s Notes:  This was written for @revwinchester Birthday Challenge. My prompt was camp counselor. Italics indicate a flashback. I started writing this in January on Friday the 13th and my dash was flooded with Jared (and his floofy hair) from his Friday the 13th movie. I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I just went with it.

Originally posted by camp-crystallake

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things have changed for me

This is nowhere near as good as the perfection from @jiilys and @alrightpotter but this was still super fun to write.


James Potter to but does Buzzfeed know which friends character it is in five random questions: approximately how many jelly beans are too many

James Potter: because I bought all of the bags in the store

Sirius Black: enough to fill a car?

James Potter: I think it’ll be enough to fill Claire

Sirius Black: “riding claire” wasn’t even funny the first time prongs

Remus Lupin: wouldn’t it be “riding in claire”??

Sirius Black: #exposed

James Potter: #blocked


Peter Pettigrew to i’m lizzie bennet and sirius black is way hotter than darcy: I don’t think this is going to work

Peter Pettigrew: and even if it does, will people even watch it?

Sirius Black: people watched it on the middle

Remus Lupin: you’re the only person on earth who watches the middle

James Potter: does anyone even watch our regular videos

Peter Pettigrew: true

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*rises from the void with an unearthly scream*

I HAVE COME BACK FROM THE DEPTHS OF SUMMER’S DARKNESS AND HAVE BROUGHT GIFTS OF DAZUSHI/DAZATSU!!!

I absolutely LOVE Bungou Stray Dogs! I MEAN SERIOUSLY ITS SO WACKY AND QUIRKY AND HAS A REALLY GOOD PLOT LIKE OMFG.

I also ship Dazai and Atsushi a hella lot. I am in constant shipping hell with these two.

I was going through tumblr and there was this otp meme where one of the questions was “who wraps the other up in a duvet just to annoy them and who struggles to get out of it?”

Dazai. It will always be Dazai who does this Atsushi. Multiple times.

God, I love these two dorks.

I have one last part of this comic I’m still working on but I’ll post it later. Sorry @lunaxxre, I’ll be done with the last page soon. Hopefully.

I hope you guys like thissssss

*slinks back into the void*

Update: I made the last page~!

Magnetic  Chapter 9: Death By Toilet

Dean Winchester x Reader

2000 Words

Chapter Summary: Ignoring Dean’s obvious dislike of the victim, the two of you keep him safe while Sam takes care of the spirit. Yet, things change during the heat of the moment.

Story Summary: After your Dad was killed, you were shocked to learn all about his hidden life. Deciding to follow in his footsteps, you turn to a life of hunting, surprised at how well you adapted. Then comes along Sam and Dean Winchester, turning your life upside down. You and Dean don’t get along at first, but then things soon start to change.

Author’s Note: Thanks for checking this story out! I’m having a blast writing it, and I’m always open to comments or suggestions. 

Catch Up Here: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

You rushed over to Derek, not taking the time to see if Dean was behind you. Pulling on Derek’s shirt, you cussed when you couldn’t pry him out of the water. The force holding him down was too strong.

“Y/N, get back!” Dean yelled, and you stepped back just in time for him to shoot at the spirit. You heard an unearthly scream before it vanished, leaving Derek gasping for air. Helping him to his knees, you patted his back to help release some of the water still in his lungs.

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Dream a Little Dream

Title: Dream a Little Dream
Link: AO3
Square filled: Spitroasting
Ship: Demon!Dean x Reader x Soulless!Sam (No Wincest)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: NSFW, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (male and female receiving), threesome, rough sex, unprotected sex
Summary: A threesome with you, Demon!Dean and Soulless!Sam. Need I say more?
Word Count: 1114
Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret
Author’s Notes: Written for @spnkinkbingo. Also fulfills #67 Threesome on the 100 Kink List.

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Blood

Writing Prompt  #43 requested by the wonderful @negansxlucille

“Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.”

Contains: angst, language and slight gore

Negan/reader (non romantic)

Originally posted by marci1900

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

“They ambushed us!” You scream, desperately trying to find cover as the sharp ring of bullets struck around you. You clutched your own M4 A4, fully loaded as you find temporary refuge behind a thick tree. Nearby, you could hear screams of pain and Negan’s angry voice barking orders along with a stream of obscenities.

“Take these motherfuckers out!” you hear him say and you nod, barely peeking out from your post until you see a target. Lining the shot, you squeeze the trigger and the man instantly crumples to the ground. Your body is pumping with adrenaline, but you feel the fear beginning to ebb in. The Saviors had been in tight spots before, but this was different. This time we were completely unprepared. These Oceanside fucks acted as though they were surrendering their shit. It wasn’t until it was too late, that we noticed that most of the men were missing when we came to collect. That first head shot that took Marcus out was the tipping point and then everything went to shit. Your eyes look to your right and you see Jacob lying down motionless. His eyes were wide and glazed over and a line of blood was dribbling out of his mouth. Fuck Fuck FUCK! 

You clenched your jaw in concentration as you continued to take aim and taking them out. It was absolute chaos. You flinched when a bullet ricochets off a tree right next to you. That was too fucking clo-

A unearthly screamed was ripped from your lips when you feel a bullet tear through your midsection. Pain. Searing hot fiery pain. Falling to the ground, you hold your stomach and dig your fingers into the dirt, desperately pulling yourself in tighter behind the tree. Warm blood washes over your hand and your can’t stop yourself from sobbing. Out of panic. Out of fear. Out of anguish. Out of anger. Trying to gather yourself, you grip your gun with both hands, ignoring the way your fingers are slicked with blood. You see one of them about thirty feet away to your left. No doubt the one that shot you. He raises his gun to finish you off but you beat him to the punch. A spray of blood erupts from the back of his head and he collapses. 

You lean back against the tree and try to access your injury. There was an exit wound and you grimaced seeing your own blood spill onto the leaves. A wave of nausea hit you, and you started to feel very faint. No no no no. Not like this!

I…I’m hit!” You call out in a strangled voice, praying someone was nearby to help. It took you a moment to realize that the sound of gunfire had ceased. All you could hear was muffled shouting. Your hearing was going in and out and you can feel the shock start to envelope your body with a merciful numbness. Your hands clutch your stomach helplessly and your body begins to relax against the tree. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a pair of legs running over to you. On the brink of unconsciousness, you were barely aware of hands gently pulling you off the tree and laying you down on the ground.

“Squeeze my hand if you can hear me,” came the familiar Southern voice you had come to respect. All you could manage was the slight twitch of your fingers. Your eyes tried to focus on your leader above you but they were unable to. You were in a foggy state of delirium and barely even aware of your surroundings.

“Fuck fuck FUCK! We’re losing her! Can I get some goddamn help over here?!” You hear Negan yell over you, though it sounded as though you were hearing him underwater. More yelling, but it was garbled and too far away.

“God fucking dammit!” Negan turned back to you, pressing his own hands on your abdomen. “I can’t fucking lose anyone else today. I can’t.”

You wanted to say something to him. Anything. How it was an honor serving him. How you looked up to him, admired him really. How he taught you how to survive in this hell hole when you were left alone, the dead killing the rest of your group. Hell, you owed your life to him. Maybe this was how you repaid him.

You opened your mouth to speak but only a dry gasp escaped. For one brief moment your eyes focused and you could see him over you, his face a mixture of concern and anger. His eyes met yours and you used all of your remaining strength to give him one last demure smile.

And then you were gone.

Negan sat back on his heels, looking at her body with sadness. It was not an emotion he felt often, or at least not one that anyone saw. It was brief and then he shook his head, composing himself. Wiping the blood on his jeans, Negan stood up and turned to an approaching Dwight. His face was a mask of fury. Someone was going to fucking pay for this.

How many?” Negan asked in a cold merciless voice. Dwight hesitated before replying, “Eleven, sir. Three injured.”

He nodded slowly and closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath to collect himself, then once more turning to Dwight. 

“Line up all of their men left. None younger than thirteen. And kill them.”

BTS Kinks - Yoongi

Originally posted by yngimn

Yoongi 

Oral/ Denied Orgasm 

Rated: S (for sweet suga swag smut….) 

You both hated clubs, but your best friends birthday was occasion enough to push aside your pride and let lose for the night. Yoongi was a different story- he’d complained about coming the entire week leading up to the party- but you just hushed him with, ‘it will be fun’ and ‘we’ll stay for an hour- tops’, but that hour turned into two which turned into three, and so on until you could barely hold your drink. Nights like these were extremely rare, and your friends brought out the worst in you sometimes- but the sight of an extremely annoyed Min Yoongi only made this game more interesting. You’d never lost your cool with him before, but he stood there judging you like this was a normal occurrence- you were determined to give him a reason to judge purely out of spite.

The night had gotten out of hand and dancing with your girlfriends turned into not knowing who the man beside you was, which ultimately lead to a shrill of panic sent from the middle of the dance floor as the unknown man lay coveting his bleeding nose as you were pulled by a very strong hand out of the club and into the car.

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“I don’t see how that’s a party.” Natasha says, as you watch the giant alien come toward you down the street. You float off the ground a little bit, twirling your daggers as you anticipate the oncoming fight.

SHIELD had taken you in when you were fourteen years old. They knew you came from a different planet, and they’ve done everything they could to help you since.

Now, you’re one of the top-ranking SHIELD agents, and your powers of flight, martial arts, and enhanced senses help you keep your reputation in check.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts as Bruce steps forward. “You might want to turn green right about now.” you say, interrupting Steve.

The scientist turns around. “That’s the secret: I’m always angry.”

Then he turns, morphing quickly into his second form before slamming his huge fist into the alien creature’s snout. You take cover with Clint by a car as Tony flies blows up the creature.

As the monster hits the ground, the world is filled with unearthly screams as the aliens protest the falling of it’s animal thing. You stand back to back with the Avengers, cautiously twirling your two-foot long daggers as you wait for them to attack.
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You watch with Steve and Thor down on the streets as Tony flies the nuke into the portal. Silent tears drop from your eyes at the knowledge that he can’t come back.

Then, a flash of orange fire explodes in the other dimension, and all of the aliens beside you drop to the ground. You hear Steve say, “Close it.”

The blue beam coming from Stark Tower disappears, and the portal slowly closes in on itself. Just as it’s about to shut for good, Ironman comes through.

You laugh joyfully and Steve smiles next to you. As Tony continues to fall, you start to hover off the ground, sheathing your daggers.

“He’s not slowing down!” Thor says, starting to spin his hammer. You decide to let him get Tony, because your abilities in the strength department are limited.

Just as Thor’s about to fly up, the Hulk jumps and grabs Tony, cushioning him as they fall to the ground. He tosses the suit off of him carelessly as Steve, Thor and I run up.

Steve leans down and pulls off Tony’s iron mask. The billionaire is still, and you start to cry silently as you notice the light from his chest is not shining.

You nearly jump out of your skin when Bruce roars next to you, and Tony gasps in a breath. “What just happened? Oh, please tell me nobody kissed me.”

Steve leans back and says, “We won.”

“Alright. Alright, hey, good job guys! Let’s just not come in tomorrow. Let’s just take a day off.” Tony says, trying to sit up. “There’s this shawarma joint two blocks from, here and I want to try it.”

“We’re not finished yet.” you say, looking up at Stark Tower in the distance.

Tony nods. “Then, shawarma after.”

You nod, smiling, before flying up to the tower to finish this battle once and for all.

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SLEEPY MORNINGS AND TIRED NIGHTS: A NEWT (MAZE RUNNER) IMAGINE

“Woke up this morning, found a love light in the storm.

Looked up this morning, saw the roses full of thorns.

Guns are falling, they don’t have nowhere to go.

Oceans of diamonds always shine, smooth out below.”

-Morning by Beck

Anon request: Hi! It’s me again! (The anon who needed more details) but I would like Newt and y/n to already be together and for him to be protective in a scenario where she returns from the maze or somewhere hurt. I’m sorry for the trouble before, and thank you! I really love your blog!

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Y/N’S POV

“Y/n, y/n… it’s time to wake up.”

You make a disagreeable noise, trying to grab a pillow and use it to cover your head.

The sound of soft laughter fills your ears, and arms come around your waist, pulling you into a sitting position.

You blink a few times, your boyfriend’s face coming into focus as he says, “You have to get up, love.”

“No, I don’t,” You mumble, burying your head in the fabric of his shirt, wrapping your arms around him.

Another gentle laugh tumbles from his lips, and he nips at your ear affectionately. “Well, if you were Gardener instead of a Runner, you wouldn’t have to get up as early. And there would also be the added perk of getting to see your bloody amazing boyfriend all the time. What was his name again?”

“Newt,” You say, poking his chest playfully. His fingers guide your chin upwards, and you meet his adoring gaze, returning it with one of your own. He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, hands cupping your face.

Sighing into the kiss, you wish that you never had to leave. Why did you have to become a Runner anyway? It would be much more pleasant if you could just stay here with Newt… Your thoughts subside as he trails kisses down your neck, and you clutch his shirt tightly, trying to control your racing heartbeat.

You feel him smirk against your skin and push him away, even though that was the last thing you wanted. He pouts, face scrunched into an adorable frown as he reaches for you, but you push the blankets off of your legs and stand up.

You hear him huff, and watch him flop back against the pillows, fluffy hair standing up in all directions and brow furrowed.

“I really thought I had you this time,” He says.

“I’m not going to give up being a Runner just to make you happy,” You say, “Now, close your eyes, I’m getting dressed.”

“I don’t understand why you make me do this. I could always help you change,” His voice turns suggestive, and you turn to glare at him.

“Just close your eyes,” You scoff. In an exaggerated movement, he places his hand over his face, huffing once more. You can’t help the smile that’s begun to make it’s way across your features. You and Newt had an encounter similar to this most every morning, and you always ended up winning.

Pulling his old shirt over your head, you changed into your clothes for the day; leggings, flannel, and army green jacket. You brush your hair and pull it into a high ponytail, and pull on your running boots.

Tugging the straps of your pack over your shoulders, you lean over Newt and take his hand away from his eyes, linking your fingers with his and pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“One of these days, you’ll see it my way,” He says as you walk away.

You laugh, pushing open the flap of the tent.

“I’ll see you later, babe.”

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Later that day, you ran through the Maze, heartbeat pounding in your ears and adrenaline racing through your body.

The sun shone high in the sky above you, but apparently, the Grievers were no longer restricted by light, and one had come out to play.

You heard whirring and clicking not far behind you, and pushed yourself to run faster, your boots barely touching the ground below. You could sense the Griever growing closer, and tried to remain calm.

You saw the marked turn that led to a Glade entrance, and sprinted towards it.

You could make it, you could make it, you could make it.

And then, you felt something sharp prick you in the shoulder, and everything went black.

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NEWT’S POV

He was working in the Gardens when Chuck ran up to him, red in the face and struggling to string together a sentence.

“Chuck, what’s wrong?” Newt asked, urgency creeping into his voice.

Finally able to speak, Chuck spat out, “It’s… y/n… There was a Griever   and-”. But, by that time, Newt was already running towards the main entrance to the Maze, ignoring the pain shooting up his bad leg and screaming bloody murder in his thoughts.

He crossed into the Maze, stopping in his tracks when he saw Minho carrying an unconscious y/n in his arms.

Minho looked at him disbelief. “Newt, what are you doing here? How did     you…?”

Disregarding his questions, Newt took y/n from him, studying her anxiously. “Never mind me, what happened to y/n? What did the Griever do to her?”

“She was unconscious when I found her a few minutes ago, but I don’t think the Griever stung her. She would’ve started the Changing already if it had. But, there’s a mark on her shoulder, it seems like the Griever was drawing blood or something,” Minho explains.

“I’m getting her to the med-jack tent,” Newt grumbled, and once again, began to run, cutting across the Glade at an almost alarming speed, causing his leg to hurt even more.

Once reaching the tent, the med-jacks on duty took her from his arms, setting her down on a cot and starting to check her vitals.

“The Griever got her in the shoulder,” Newt says, his voice gruff as he runs a worried hand through his hair. One of the boys takes her jacket off of her comatose frame, and pushes the collar of her shirt down to reveal an incision on her left shoulder blade.

The mark is precise, no telltale poison to symbolize the upcoming Changing. In fact, the wound already appears to be healing. “I don’t understand,” Newt mumbles, frustrated, “What did the Griever do if it didn’t sting her?”

One of the med-jacks leans over her. “It almost looks like it was taking a blood sample. But, what the shuck would it need her blood for?” He looks just as confused as Newt feels.

The sight of y/n before him, still and immobile, suddenly hits him like a freight train. All at once, he finds it very difficult to breathe, and the pain in his leg begins to make stars appear in front of his eyes.

He stumbles over the chair beside her cot, running his hands over his face. “I don’t bloody know, I’m not a shucking Griever,” He says brusquely.

“We’ll bandage her up, but there’s not much more we can do until she wakes up,” The nearest med-jack says, “I’m real sorry, Newt.”

A hand claps him softly on the back, but he ignores it, looking at y/n through his shattered sight. What if she never woke up?

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NEWT’S POV (CONT.)

Night had fallen upon the Glade, and Newt had yet to move from his position at y/n’s bedside. Several boys including Gally and Alby had come in not too long ago, trying to convince him to at least eat something.

He had refused, and when they had forced a plate into his hands, he had waited until they had left to throw it outside of the tent. There was already enough nausea rolling around in his stomach without adding food to the mix.

Every time he looked at y/n lying there so motionless, it felt as though someone had taken a knife and drove it straight into his heart. He couldn’t help the negative thoughts that flowed through his head as he watched her.

What if he lost her? What if she died and left him alone in this hell that she had just only begun to brighten?

Or what if the Griever had stung her and he would have to watch her go through the Changing? What if he had to witness her lose herself to the madness piece by piece, see his lovely y/n disappear before his eyes?

Tears flowed silently down his cheeks, and he didn’t bother to wipe them away. It didn’t matter anymore, nothing mattered anymore if y/n was lost to him.

He soon fell into a restless sleep, his fears brought to life in nightmares. There was y/n, dying in his arms, her pulse growing slower and slower, until it finally stopped.

And there she was again, once-beautiful face contoured in agony, unearthly screams ripped from her throat as she scratched at her own skin, trying to free the Griever’s poison from the cage of her body.

He was torn from his macabre visions by the sound of a soft voice calling his name. His eyes flew open to see y/n sitting up, her hand outstretched towards him.

“Newt, Newt… Sweetheart, are you okay?”

He simply stared at her, so taken aback by the miracle in front of him after the ghastly imaginings his mind had just created. She was alive, she was alive, she was alive.

“You’re okay,” He breathes, and then moves onto the cot, pulling her into his arms and burying his face in her hair. She was warm, and smelled of rosemary like she always did, and she was alive.

“I… I don’t understand,” She stutters, obviously taken aback by his behavior. And yet, one of her small hands reaches up, and she begins to stroke his hair.

“You were in the Maze, and there was a Griever… I thought you were going to die, y/n. I thought I’d lost you forever,” He manages to choke out, before his voice cracks into a sob. He clutches her tighter, not ready to let go of her just yet. He didn’t think he ever would be now.

Because for those seemingly endless hours he had just endured, he had felt himself becoming the boy he used to be before y/n arrived in the elevator. The boy who had hated life in the Glade so much he had pitched himself off of the top of the Maze. The boy who had slit his wrists with a rusty knife when his first attempt had failed.

And he could feel the monsters that had previously haunted him waiting in the wings, loitering in the shadows that the brightness of her smile could not set alight.

She hushes him, presses a kiss to his forehead, and then looks him in the eye, her expression full of concern and love.

“I will never leave you, Newt, I promise.”

They both know that her words are futile, that any day, something could happen. And yet, the sound of her voice soothes him, the compassion in her tone scaring away his demons, and he is no longer that sad boy from a time he has tried so hard to forget. No, he is the boy who has somehow earned y/n’s love, and there is nothing that would make him happier.

She kisses him then, a kiss that is soft and gentle, fragile as glass. He likes to think that there will be time for other kisses, filled with passion and roaring heat. For now, though, this is what they both need.

When they move apart, Newt asks, “Will you work in the Gardens now?”

Her response is an airy laugh, and a “Maybe.”

A/N: Thanks for reading! Please like, reblog, follow, and send imagine requests! 

five cemeteries dean hated (and one he didn’t)

Fluffy Destiel and also me practicing Dean’s characterization.  Also, apparently I’ve been in fandom since like 2009 and I’ve never written a 5 + 1, so here you go

i. 1983

The flowers don’t look like the ones in Mom’s garden.  Hers are droopy, sun-dried, brown, crinkly.  These are vibrant, glossy, alive.  It’s November.  All the flowers in Mom’s garden are dead.

“Hold them.”

Dean looks down at the flowers being shoved into his hands and wrinkles his nose, deciding then and there that Mom wouldn’t like them, not one bit.  Still, he does as he’s told.  There’s something wrong, he’s figured out that much.  Mom hasn’t met them at the motel yet.  Dad won’t explain what’s going on.  And Dean can’t find the words to ask.

In his stroller, Sammy lets out a sharp, piercing wail.  Dad doesn’t stop pushing, like Mom does when they go for walks and Sammy decides he doesn’t like it.  Dean breaks into a short run to get level with his brother.  At the sight of him, Sammy calms a little, but he still looks scared.

Well.  It’s a new place, and Mom isn’t here.  Dean’s scared, too.

He wants to comfort his little brother, but words are still out of his reach.  He makes a few cooing noises instead and pulls a face that always promises a laugh.  He gets one. Pleased with himself, Dean bounds ahead a few paces.

Dad finally stops pushing the stroller. “Give the flowers to your mom, Dean.”

Dean pauses.  He can’t see Mom.  There’s new dirt spread on some of the grass in front of him. Dad points at it.  He wants Dean to do something about it, Dean can tell, but he doesn’t quite know what.  Hesitantly, he sets the flower down and follows Dad back out.

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🍼 [ for curvo ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) maybe in himlad? ]

Send “🍼” to impregnate my muse with your muse’s child.

When Curvo had fainted on the training grounds, she had brushed off her brothers’ worries. But, it seemed that Maitimo was insistent that she couldn’t train again until the healers had taken a look at her to make sure she was alright.

So, she had sat on a bed in the Healing Ward, a healer finally returning to deliver the news.

Wait, what?

“You are kidding, right?” She stared at the nervous looking healer, eyes narrowed slightly. The healer insisted that they had done all the tests right and that this fact was undeniable.

She was pregnant.

Curvo had paled, frozen for a few moments before she rushed out of the room. She knew she would need to speak, she had promised to tell her brothers if she ever became pregnant again… but she needed air.

As soon as she felt the cool evening air on her cheeks, she released an unearthly scream, a mix of emotions welling up.

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Darkness Falls

This was written for @roxy-davenport’s Halloween Writing Challenge. My song was Thriller by Michael Jackson.

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count: 2275

Warnings:  light smut, languague, mentions of blood, mentions of mental illness, use of restraints, mention of needles

Author’s Notes: I’m not even sure where this came from. I’m feeling angsty lately. I do reference the song multiple times throughout the fic, see if you can figure out where. In case I haven’t said it lately, thank you for reading my work.

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Stay With Me

Anon request: Ooh! Can I request a Bucky x Reader where we (reader, lol) go out on a Shield mission, and almost don’t come back? (I cant get enough of the angst/worry.)


“Y/N!”

It’s like the world stops for a second. You didn’t hear the click of the gun that since bullets ripping through your flesh, but Bucky’s scream of your name rings loud and clear through the din of harsh shouts in foreign tongues; the smell of blood and gunpowder mingling in the cold air.

You clutch your side instinctively, dazed by the sight of dark red pooling through the dark fabric of your jacket. You hold your hand in front of your face, vision starting to blur as you realize that the red is spreading all throughout the front of your chest as well.

And for that split second, you don’t feel anything.

But that split second ends and then the pain takes hold, dropping you to your knees as you let out an unearthly scream that you can’t even recognize as your own; you can’t possibly be in that much pain, you can’t be shot, you can’t be dying here on this frozen forest ground …

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Crossroads

An SPN reader insert fic.

Summary: After reluctantly rejoining the boys, Y/N finds herself in a position to make a choice on a hunt that goes wrong. What she chooses will affect them all.

Words: 2958

Warnings: Swearing. POV switches will be marked.

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Lucifer: Midnight, in the hanging tree.

Gabriel: Thank you for raising your creepy factor by 3.7 percent, Satan.

Raphael: How appropriate that he finish the song about rebellion. 

Michael: Do not ruin the Hunger Game franchise for me. It is one that I can oddly stand in comparison to many others.

Raphael: Odd, considering it is about-

Michael: Katniss shows duty and diligence to her family and friends.

Lucifer: Your hypocrisy makes me sick.

Michael: WHY MUST YOU CRITICIZE EVERYTHING I SAY?

Lucifer: BECAUSE THE LACK OF COMPLEX UNDERSTANDING FOR HOLDING YOURSELF TO THE SAME STANDARDS THAT YOU HOLD OTHERS TOO.

Michael: MAYBE I WANT OTHERS TO BE BETTER THAN ME!

Lucifer: WELL THAT’S A COP OUT! SO WHAT? YOU JUST DO WHAT YOU WANT TO TEACH OTHERS THAT THEY HAVE TO FOLLOW THE RULES?

Michael: {High pitched, unearthly angel screaming}

Gabriel: Ladies, Gents, and Gray-Faces; we are having some technical difficulties. We will return shortly with our regularly scheduled program.

Sweet Surrender (Bonus)

I couldn’t leave you guys hanging :)

Eric’s P.O.V

I jolted at the sound of the gunshot and held her body tight. Everything was silent, I opened my eyes and saw her looking straight into me. But, there was something different. Her eyes looked glassy, and I realized they weren’t really looking at anything. Something was wrong. Then she slid down and I attempted to pick her up, but she just flopped around in my arms. No.

“Jax” I whispered fearfully. I held her limp body in my arms, shaking her. Please wake up.

“Jax… JAX” I screamed this time. I laid her on the floor and noticed a thin stream of scarlet red blood run under her head across the bright white tiles. No. She’s not…

I slowly looked up at Four, who was holding the gun with a trembling hand and breathing unevenly.

“You…” I growled. I gripped onto her shirt, and pulled her closer to me, smearing the blood coming from her head.

“You… killed her…” I hissed. He turned his attention from his sister to me, eyes wide and full of fear and shock.

“YOU KILLED HER!” an unearthly scream escaped me. I was trembling of anger now. 

“See I… I can live with the blood on my hands. Can you? Now?” I asked, gritting my teeth. He looked down at her, eyes scanning her body frantically. She can’t be dead he thought. He shook his head, closed his eyes, and looked at me, taking a deep breath.

“Can you live with her death on your hands?” he replied. I laughed out of pure anger.

“You pulled the trigger” I replied.

“She was saving you. Someone who shouldn’t have been saved, someone who’s killed hundreds… Someone who didn’t deserve her” he said. My stomach sank. She was saving me. She gave her life for me. And I did nothing but hurt her, over and over. Tears stung my eyes and rolled down my cheeks as I looked down at her small, lifeless body laying in front of me. I pulled her onto my lap.

“Kill me” I whispered, clutching her body to my chest. I looked up at Four, my vision blurry and red.

“Kill me… KILL ME! KILL MEE!! KILL MEE! KILL-”

BANG

The End :)