you better not kill him soon

Kill Zone

Pairing: Sniper/WildlifeOfficer!Dean x FBIAgent!Reader (AU)

Preview: FBI agent Y/N Singer and her partner Castiel Novak find themselves working on a string of gruesome and cold blooded murders. The angle and precession of the kill shots leads them to enlist the help of an expert in the field - former Us military Captain and elite-sniper , Dean Winchester. However, when tables turn and evidence points fingers at the last person she expected, how does Y/N deal with it?

A/N: For my 6k Celebration I let you guys vote and tell me which series you wanted me to write next. Kill Zone is what you selected.

This is the first time I am going to attempt to write a full blown thriller and I am so happy to believe I can do this. It will have angst, fluff and a bit of smut just like all my series. Just like my series this is a very plot heavy fic though. Buckle up and get ready for a roller coaster ride.

I have never been to Yellowstone, so the places I describe in series might not be accurate and they might not be as close together in real life as I make them seem in my series. Bear with me on that one - the place is only the backdrop of the story.

Thanks to my sweet amazing friend Ana aka @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.

New Cover Art by @jayankles - Thank you :D

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Prologue 

Part 1: Better Left Alone

Part 2: Kill Shot 

Part 3: Past and Present

Part 4: Into the Wild

Part 5: Trail of a Killer 

Part 6: Haunted 

Part 7: Retreat 

Part 8: More to Him 

Part 9: The Suspect 

Part 10: Ghosts of the Past 

Part 11: Victim 

Part 12: Sniper  

Part 13: Fighting for Life (Coming Soon)

Epilogue

Unexpected Alliance

Request: “I have a request for Pennywise, lovely author! The reader was bullied by Bowers and his group, they accidentally killed her, and left under the Kissing Bridge. Pennywise helps her, because he feels her urge to have vengeance.on them. He’s happy about his insane, little girl. I want this to be pretty crazy and unstable, yet in their own way — lovely. Love your work! Keep it up, talented woman!🎈💝”

Pairing: Pennywise x Reader and slight Stan Uris x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death and violence

A/N: I currently have 9 requests in my inbox idk how many I will be able to complete today but since I get homework on weekdays for school I’ll probably only be able to post one imagine everyday throughout the week instead of 4 imagines in one day I’m sorry but I hope you all understand. 

You were beautiful to say the least and incredibly smart you had both beauty and brains. Every guy in Derry High School wanted to have you and every girl wanted to be you. For years ever since you were little you always rejected Henry Bowers, he wanted something with you but of course you didn’t. Over the years you had developed a crush on Stan Uris. 

Yes the Jewish handsome boy that sometimes got made fun of was the guy that had won your heart. You knew he also felt something for you because his friends would constantly tease him every time you were around him. They also confirmed that he was crushing on you and that Stan was just waiting for the right time to ask you out. Yay!

“Have a great summer Stan.” You smiled as you walked out of the school with him. It was finally summer break!

“Thanks you too I hope I’ll see you around?” He asked.

“Of course I’d love that.” You smiled.

“Would you like me to walk you home?” Stan asked.

As much as you wanted him to you noticed his friends all staring at him from across the street waiting on him or trying to read your lips to know what you were talking about. Who knows.

“No don’t worry about it go with your friends they’ve made it pretty obvious that they have a lot to talk to you about.” You giggled.

You were referring to the insane amount of questions the boys would ask him. What were you guys talking about? Did you ask her out yet? Are you going on a date? Will you be hanging out together over the summer? The list goes on. 

“No no it’s fine I can hang with them all later.” Stan said.

“Stan.” You said placing your hand on his shoulder before continuing to talk. “It’s okay don’t worry I can handle myself I’ll be fine.” You smiled.

Stan looked at you with a concerned look before he finally said, “Alright just please be safe and careful I’ll see you later?” He asked.

“Don’t worry I will and definitely.” You kissed his cheek and grinned like a cat when you noticed he was blushing like madly.

You winked at him before going down the school steps and making your way home. Not before glancing at Stan’s friends and saw that they were smirking at what had just went down, you giggled silently while shaking your head.

Unfortunately your excitement didn’t last long your wide smile faded when you heard Henry Bowers’ car make a loud screech sound as he stopped the car. You took off running as he stepped out of his car.

“Get over here you bitch!” He exclaimed as he took off running after you.

Your running didn’t last long because he tackled you to the ground before throwing you over his shoulder. You kicked and punched him trying to get him to let go of you. Fortunately he did. Unfortunately he threw you into the back of his car, the trunk more specifically and took off driving. What the hell.

You tried lifting the hood of the trunk but obviously it was no use. You whimpered in fear not knowing what he was going to do to you. Finally the car came to a stop, you heard Henry’s footsteps approach the trunk. He opened it and pulled you out of it grabbing your arm and your hair with his hand.

“Hurry up bitch let’s go!” He said angrily as he led you to the kissing bridge.

He pressed you up against the fence and pulled out his knife clicking it out of it’s case.

“Do you know why we’re here?” He asked.

“No.” You whimpered, 

“Well I’ll tell you why. You have been rejecting me for years constantly over and over again but then when little Stanley comes into the picture you FALL FOR HIM IMMEDIATELY AND GIVE HIM THE ATTENTION THAT I WANTED!” Henry exclaimed as he pressed the knife up against your neck.

“Because he’s more of a gentleman than you’ll ever be. He doesn’t terrorize kids or leads a gang full of assholes and morons. I’d rather be with him then you anyother day.” 

Henry raised his arm and slapped you across your face. You whimpered in pain as you grabbed your cheek you could feel a large bruise forming already.

“You’re going to fucking pay for that you bitch. If I can’t have you then no one can.” Henry raised the knife over his head. Oh hell no you weren’t about to die like this.

“No!” You exclaimed.

You raised your legs up to kick Henry causing him to fall on his back. Unfortunately for you the impact was so hard that you flipped over the wooden fence and tumbled down a large steep hill. You could feel the leaves, rocks, and wooden objects hitting your body as you continued to roll down. Once you finally came to a stop you were unconscious. 

Noticing this Henry ran inside of his car and took off leaving you to die all by yourself. Well that’s what he thought, far away but close enough to hear the dialogue that you and Henry had exchanged was heard by a clown. He made his way over to your unconscious body picking you up.

“Although your unconscious I can feel your anger raiding off of you. I’ll bring you back so you can finish him and his little friends off.” Pennywise smirked.

He went over to the small stream with running water, he set your body down and placed his hand on your chest trying to get your heart to pump. It took several tries but finally he did it. You gasped as you opened your eyes and flailed in the water. You stopped once you noticed who was looking at you, a clown. You backed off in fear walking backwards.

“It’s okay I’m not going to eat you.” He reassured.

“I know who you are why should I believe you!” You exclaimed.

“Because even though you died I didn’t eat you I could’ve but I didn’t okay.” Pennywise said.

“Well no one told you to revive me but here we are.” You said crossing your arms.

“A simple thank you could’ve been great. Now I’m starting to regret not eating you.” Pennywise huffed.

“Thank you there I said it now why did you save me?” You asked as you sat down on a large rock as you squeezed your hair trying to get the water out of your locks.

“I saw what that jerk Henry Bowers tried to do and did to you I could feel your anger so I was thinking I’d spare your life so you could get back at him.” Pennywise explained.

“So you want me to get back and him and maybe his friends as well so you can have your little all-you-can-eat buffet then go hibernate again?” You asked.

“Mhmm and that way I won’t have to feast on innocent little kids I can feast on the morons who don’t deserve to live.” He smiled.

“I think I’m going insane I’m actually thinking about accepting the offer.” You said shaking you head. 

“Well then accept it, he could’ve killed you and you would’ve never been with your precious Stanley Boy if I hadn’t saved you. You’re alive because of me so go and teach that Henry Bowers a lesson. You wouldn’t have been able to do that if he killed you.” Pennywise said as he placed his hands on your shoulders and whispered into your ear.

“Okay fine deal. I’ll take him and his little friends out then they’ll be all yours.” You stated.

“But what if his friends try to protect him?” Pennywise asked.

“If they try and protect him then we kill them.” 

“I like the sound of that who knew you had this in you.” Pennywise was fascinated he never knew that a sweet and gentle girl like you could have such a dark. mysterious and disturbing side. 

“Looks can be deceiving.” You smirked. “Now I better get going.” You continued.

“Leaving so soon?” Pennywise asked.

 “I’m supposed to meet up with Stan he is not going to be happy when he sees this.” You huffed.

“Okay partner I’ll see you around.” Pennywise said as he waved.

“Definitely.” You smirked as you walked away. 

3 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,091

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as dead bodies 

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Batboys suffer from Hanahaki Disease

Hanahaki disease is an illness borne of one-sided love, causing flowers form and grow in the lungs of the unrequited, the petals coughed up with increasing frequency. If the love is not returned, the flowers filling the patients chest will eventually prove fatal.


Dick Grayson

  • He had heard of the disease but never thought he would develop it
  • When he first coughed up a few petals you bet he locked himself in his bedroom and cried the entire day
  • No one could get him to open up 
  • Besides you
  • You tried and he wanted to never let you see him in this way but he needed your comfort
  • You sat beside him and cried, you didn’t want your best friend to die
  • He tried to hide it as much as he could
  • But when he started excessively coughing while at dinner everyone started getting really worried
  • “You’re coughing up petals? Dick why would you hide this?” 
  • “Because they don’t love me back!”
  • He would be so upset and would try his best to ignore it but he couldn’t
  • Everyone else would be upset too because Dick isn’t Dick 
  • Slowly the tightness of his chest disapears and instantly he is super worried so he rushes to your house
  • He thinks something has happened to you but when he’s greeted with your warm smile and his heart somersaults in his chest 
  • He realizes you must love him back if the coughing has stopped
  • Getting really hopeful 
  • Kissing you with every ounce of love and adoration he’s held for you for the longest time
  • He’s never been as happy as he is right now

Jason Todd

  • He didn’t give it any thought whatsoever
  • Trust me when i say he would try to ignore it the best he could 
  • But when he would hunch over and start spilling out petals, everyone told him he needed to rest
  • Cue him arguing with everyone
  • “No I’m not in love! Stop saying I am!” 
  • Soon after when he’s lovingly gazing at you while you eat he realizes how much he loves you
  • The insecure thoughts take over immediately
  • “Who would love someone like me?”
  • “I’ll never be good enough for them.” 
  • “They deserve someone better.” 
  • He would try to distance himself from you 
  • Since your his best friend you notice straight away
  • He tells you that he’s been coughing up petals
  • You cling to his side and cry 
  • He thinks to himself how you were, in a way, killing him but he would never let that burden be on you 
  • Not when he adores you way to much to put you in that sort of pain
  • Like Damian when the pain goes away he thinks the worst is coming
  • He would spend what he thinks are his last days with you
  • He would go all mushy and low-key admit his love for you
  • When you think he’s sleeping you admit how much you love him and how stupid you feel for not realizing it sooner
  • A goofy grin takes over his face and soon your both kissing and cuddling and so happy and never want to leave each other’s side

Tim Drake

  • This boy is all torn up
  • Gets really upset and is like “what’s the point in living”
  • Will work through all the coughing fits he has 
  • I feel like he would experience the effects the worst out of all the boys i don’t know why i just do
  • Everyone doesn’t realize until much later since he’s always doing something or up in his room
  • His bin that’s beside his desk is filled to the brim with petals 
  • His room would also be in a similar state
  • He knows of his feelings for you but would do nothing to let you know about them
  • You go about your day without knowing he was going to die eventually
  • Well that was until you rush into to his room 
  • You are freaking out
  • He tries to get you to calm down but he starts having a coughing fit
  • Petals are everywhere
  • He is super weak and you notice how sick he looks
  • You push him to his bed and cuddle with him 
  • He loves how close he is to you and the light feeling in his chest makes it easy to snuggle into your side and fall asleep
  • You realize how much he means to you 
  • You don’t sleep at all just watching over him
  • In the morning he looks so much better
  • This relieves you so when he opens his eyes he graced with you smiling down on him 
  • He wishes to wake up like this every morning
  • You press lil kisses ove his face and tell him you love him
  • He is so happy tears well up in his eyes
  • His wish was granted

Damian Wayne

  • He is confused af
  • Why is he coughing up petals?
  • This only happens when your love is unrequited 
  • I’m not in love
  • It hits him like a train
  • ohhh so that’s why my heart starts beating super fast around you and I can’t breath and I’m sweating
  • Suddenly he’s overcomed with sadness
  • The person he loves doesn’t love him back and he doesn’t know what to do with himself
  • How does he move on? He can’t, he will eventually die
  • He would spend his days with Titus and will lose all his will to be himself
  • Dick would be incredibility sad since his little brother won’t get to experience love and this makes him tear him
  • He has really bad days when his chest is so tight he finds it hard to breathe 
  • Those are the days he spends just thinking about you and how much he loves you 
  • He would never admit it but he’s a lil sweetheart, he thinks of your eyes and how they shine whenever you talk, and your beautiful smile that he adores
  • The tightness in his chest kind of gets better and he thinks that he’s probably going to die soon
  • Doesn’t notice the looks you give him 
  • When you finally admit the love you hold for him he is shocked
  • “I thought I was going to die?” 
  • “Well lucky you didn’t since now I can do this” 
  • Cue a small peck and his cheeks flushing 

Bakugou doesn’t need friends.

He never has.

*

More to the point, he’s pretty sure he isn’t meant to have friends. Ever since he was a kid, Bakugou had a theory about how Quirks work: the kind of Quirk you have is directly related to the kind of person you are.

He was always the best at everything, so he had the best Quirk. Midoriya was pathetic at everything, and he didn’t have a Quirk at all.

(It isn’t the most complex math, but it made a lot of sense at the time. Midoriya manifesting a Quirk later complicated the theory, but it didn’t really change Bakugou’s opinion.)

More than that, he thinks it must have something to with personality, and going to UA really only solidifies that. Boy likes darkness, he has a dark Quirk. Girl likes water, she has a frog Quirk.

Boy destroys things, he has a destructive Quirk.

Makes sense.

*

And he knows—he knows there’s more to his Quirk (there’s more to him) than destruction, but the point remains. He breaks stuff. That’s his nature, his soul. And he’s going to use that ability to be the best goddamn hero the world has ever seen but that doesn’t change the fact that in the end, things around him are always going to explode.

There’s always been people around him. They’ve always loved him. But he doesn’t need them. They’re not his friends.

After all, if there’s one thing Bakugou has learned, it’s that people can really only take so much fire. Something always explodes. It’s better not to have people at all.

*

Kirishima is also a complication to this theory, but in a very different way than Midoriya.

When he first learns about Bakugou’s Quirk, Kirishima just laughs and says, “Oh, it’s like we’re that thing.”

“What,” Bakugou snarls, because the statement makes no sense and he doesn’t like things that don’t make sense.

“You know, that saying. The force and the object and meeting and all that.”

It takes awhile for Bakugou to parse this out. “The unstoppable force meets the immovable object?”

“Yeah, that’s the one!” Kirishima laughs and slaps Bakugou on the back. “That’s what our Quirks are like.”

“That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” Bakugou says, “I could kill you, no problem.”

“Nah, I’m really hard to kill,” Kirishima says, and he’s still laughing. And it’s the dumbest thing ever because it’s like he’s trying to challenge Bakugou except that he’s laughing like it’s all some kind of joke.

“I’m better than you,” Bakugou insists, “I’m going to be number one in this whole fucking school.”

“Whoa,” Kirishima says, “That’s a manly goal. You’re a pretty cool dude, Bakugou.”

Which is the most obnoxious thing in the world and Bakugou is pretty sure he hates this guy.

*

Then he’s always around. And pretty soon Bakugou is helping him study and hanging out and it doesn’t make any sense.

*

Then there’s a hand-stretched out and the sheer relief to see him and Bakugou never wanted to be saved (he doesn’t need anyone to save him) but still he saw Kirsihima’s hand—

—and he took it.

And he was glad.

And that doesn’t make any sense either.

*

And maybe the problem isn’t that it doesn’t make sense but that it makes too much sense. That if there are people who’s Quirk means they only ever destroys things, then maybe, maybe, maybe there can be people who are meant to withstand any kind of destruction.

But that’s not something Bakugou is ready to think about just yet. That’s a line of thought that he doesn’t fully want to follow. Not yet.

But.

Probably soon.

 

A/N: This is for @mist-me who won a follow-up prize tumblr short in the Will You Ever Write Giveaway and requested BakuShima! =D As my first foray into BNHA I’m not super confident on how to write these characters, but it was a lot of fun to try! =D

Can’t Remember to Forget You | ii

Summary: When you almost die in battle, a distraught Bucky - afraid of what will become of him if he loses you - decides to end things. But what happens when he loses his memory, only to end up falling in love with you all over again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 916

Warnings: Language? Self-hate/loathing, mentions of death - lots of angst 

A/N: UPDATE! I hope this lives up to your expectations even thought its bleh AND kinda short af (Blade assures me its not but we know how I am) also i dedicate this chapter to my beloved bleid because i miss her :/

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Not My Sister

Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester 

2350 Words

Story Summary:  Dean and his sister are captured by the Steins. Dean wakes up to see his sister hurt, and the mark takes over.

Author’s Note: An Anon request. “Could you do a one shot where Dean is captured by the Styne family and his little sister is there with him? He wakes up to see his sister hurt and the mark takes over.

As soon as Dean came home with the mark halfway hidden upon his arm, you knew things would change and not for the better. It was only a matter of time before it would take over, with someone getting hurt, or killed.

At first things seemed okay. Sam and Dean continued to hunt, looking for Abaddon while you stayed back, like always, manning the bunker and staying on top of research. Due to your somewhat normal life growing up, your half brothers had decided to keep you as far away from hunting as possible. While teaching you how to handle a gun and knife, they never expected you to actually use one.

When the deed had been done, and Abaddon had been taken care of, you thought things would be better. That was as far from the truth as possible. Dean’s spells grew worse, fighting the bloodlust had become much harder. Many times you were afraid to even run into him in the bunker’s hallway, not sure what direction his mood would have taken. He had never hurt you, but the look in his eyes, was enough to have you scurrying to you room.

It was there you were still, long after they had gone to help Charlie, a woman you considered a friend. Wishing she was okay, you had been forced to stay behind, due to the dangerous men following her. Not wanting to argue this time, you stayed back, looking through the various books the men of letters had procured, trying to find anything that would heal Dean. So far everything had been a dead end, and you were growing hopeless that you would ever find anything.

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Party

Request: could you do one where Shawn and y/n are going to a party and Shawn gets jealous because people are flirting with her.

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“Wow.” Shawn says looking you up and down slowly, taking in your appearance. “Do a spin for me, Y/N.”

You blush and laugh at his request, “You want me to do a spin?” You hold the hem of your dress and spin around 3 times, which creates a breeze that makes the dress float high around you, “There you go.” Dizzily, you lean towards the wall and put out your hand to steady yourself and stop from falling over.

Shawn puts his arms around your waist and nuzzles his head into your neck. You feel his hand brush over your bare back, as the dress has a cut out section hidden there underneath your long straightened hair. He breathes in your scent, and you just stand there for a while treasuring this moment; before you have to leave to go to the party. He takes your hand and your fingers intertwine perfectly. You step in-sync down the stairs and then Shawn opens the door for you, “After you, beautiful.” He says grinning.

“Thank you.” You tell him, and then curtsy as a joke. Shawn’s Jeep Wrangler is parked on the drive of his family house right in front of you and you head towards it, walking quite carefully in your extremely high heels.

Shawn runs ahead of you, “Hold up, hold up!” He shouts, and reaches out to open the car door for you. “Okay, now get in!” He tells you.

Again, you laugh out loud and try to climb as gracefully as you can into the front seat of Shawn’s car. He walks around the front of the car, gives you a little baby wave and gets in the driver’s seat. Adjusting his seat and the car mirror, you ask him, “Why are you being like this?” You question him curiously whilst still giggling.

“I’m only treating you the way that you deserve to be treated.” Shawn responds, putting his hand on your thigh affectionately. He then backs out of the drive impressively quickly and gets onto the road.

Shawn always seems to know just the right thing to say. How does he do that? The whole journey there you both make jokes back and forth to each other and Shawn exchanges flirtatious glances with you. He pulls up to the house where the party is, and Shawn rapidly undoes his seatbelt and jogs around the front of car before you realise what he’s doing.

People in cars arriving nearby are looking in your car to see who has arrived, and Shawn opens your car door like a chauffeur. You get out of the car, and laugh at Shawn once again. “I love you, Shawn.” You say, and you put your hands on the sides of his face, lean in and kiss him. With these heels on, you’re now just slightly shorter than him which feels strange, but the kiss still holds the same feelings that it’s always had. Both of you aren’t too big on public displays of affection, so the kiss only lasts for a short time, and then Shawn wraps his arm around your waist and walks you in to the party.

“Hey, Y/N!” You hear someone shouting from the doorway of the house. It’s hard to see them in the partial darkness, but you recognise the sound of their voice. It’s Matt: your old friend from school that you haven’t seen for about 3 years.

Shawn takes his hand off of your waist which enables you to run forward slightly and hug Matt. “Oh my God! I can’t believe it! How are you?” You ask him happily.

Matt hasn’t changed one bit, and simply looking at him makes you feel nostalgic of the long days spent at school and just hanging out together along with the rest of your big group of friends. “I’m good, actually, better now that I’ve finally seen you again.” He replies, looking you up and down as Shawn did earlier.

“Hey, I’m Shawn.” Shawn holds out his hand as he comes over to where you’re standing in the doorway. Matt shakes his hand, “Y/N’s boyfriend.” He adds, trying to be subtle.

Looking shocked for a moment, Matt thinks hard and then it looks as though something then clicks in his mind, “Wait… I know you, I’ve seen your face before somewhere.” He tells Shawn.

Shawn smiles wryly to himself, “Um, maybe you saw me performing somewhere or in a magazine?” Matt looks at Shawn, and you can see the immense confusion as clear as day all over his face. “I’m Shawn Mendes.” He explains but still, there’s no reaction from Matt and you can see Shawn now becoming marginally infuriated. “I sing this song called Stitches? Or maybe you know Treat You Better? Mercy? There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back?” He crosses his arms and waits for a response.

“I’ve probably heard them before… but I don’t know them off the top of my head, sorry.” Matt replies, laughing softly in an attempt to break the awkward atmosphere that Shawn successfully created.

You take Shawn’s arm and move your head to gesture that you should move away. “It was really nice seeing you, Matt.” You say kindly, and you can feel his eyes still on you as you walk with Shawn to go and get a drink.

“What the hell was that? How have you changed so much in the last few minutes?” You ask him, raising your voice just a little bit so he knows that you’re serious.

He gazes at you and looks quite guilty as he shrugs, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” Shawn tells you, “I guess I’m a little… jealous.” He shrugs his shoulders and you’re stunned that he actually admitted this.

It’s cute really, but he does this a bit too often. Shawn just assumes that any guy you know wants to get with you, and he gets jealous when people have known you for longer than he has – even though your months so far dating have felt like forever. You can’t remember what it was like not being with Shawn, and you want him to understand that.

Shawn pours drinks out for you both, and you thank him with a smile. Someone calls out Shawn’s name from what sounds like the corner of the room, “Y/N, is it alright if I go and talk to them?”

You laugh incredulously, “You don’t need to ask me – do whatever you want to do. It’s cool.”

The moment Shawn walks away from you, a breeze tickles your back and lifts your hair up slightly. It’s not a breeze from an open window or door though. Someone brushed past you, and then turned their head back swiftly to look at you.

“I didn’t realise it was you!” Matt looks shocked, and he looks around cautiously to see if he can spot Shawn anywhere in sight. You guess that when he can’t see him nearby, he thinks it’s now okay for him to actually approach you and talk to you. He takes a big drink from his cup, “So what’s up with your boyfriend then?” He smiles, which means that he now just has the widest grin you’ve ever seen considering he was already smiling before he smiled again.

You take the tiniest sip of your drink, “I honestly have no idea, but he’s okay now don’t worry.” You reply, realising that for some unknown reason you feel slightly uncomfortable. Out of habit, you do exactly what you normally do in awkward situations: which is look down at the ground, keep shifting your feet and alternating the leg that you put most of your body weight on.

He’s still smiling. It’s a very big smile. “I wanted to say this earlier, but I don’t think it was a good time as we weren’t alone. But I truly believe, Y/N, that you are the most beautiful girl here and you look amazing tonight.”

Matt is very confident – he always has been. When you were younger and you were both very close friends, he used to tell you which girls he liked and asked if you thought that they liked him back. If you gave him an answer that even slightly hinted at a yes, he would go for it. Go straight up to the girl and let her know his thoughts and feelings. He didn’t care about rejection at all. He was just so brave and you admired that. You used to dream it would be you one day he liked, but you stayed as and never faltered from being the girl he asked for help from. You were never the target for his love. One day, you thought his confidence may tone down a little bit, but it seems that it has only increased with age as most things do.

“That’s very sweet of you to say, Matt.” You tell him, and you know instantly that he has no impact on you now. If Shawn had said that to you, you would have blushed. Hard. He may be trying to flirt, but you’re not willing to be swept off of your feet by anyone else but Shawn for a very, very long time.

Matt moves in closer, which makes you stiffen marginally. You’re extremely wary of what he might do, especially considering the fact that he’s been at this party for a lot longer than you have so he’s fairly drunk right now.

You feel another breeze on your back, but this time it’s so strong it feels more like a scratch than a tickle.

“Hey, whatever-your-name-is! I think you’ve probably been talking to my girlfriend for long enough now.” Shawn states firmly as he slides smoothly in between both of you thankfully. “I really fancy ordering a pizza and watching Harry Potter at home right now.”

Subtly, you give him a sweet smile that’s only for him. It shows you’re grateful that he’s back, that you never want him to leave again, and that you would absolutely kill for a pizza right now and watching Harry Potter sounds 10 times better than this party. “Speak to you again soon, Matt.” You say kindly.

“Call me yeah?” Matt winks directly at you, and you see Shawn’s jaw clench tightly. Surely he knows that I would never call another guy (especially one I’ve known for practically my whole life) to talk in that way?

Shawn puts his arm around you and pulls you in gently, but in a way you know is purposeful to show Matt who’s superior. He makes you feel safe, and you’d go anywhere with him.

Exactly as you were expecting, Shawn heads towards the front door that you came in through not long ago. He still has his drink in his hand though just as you do, so before you head out you both look at each other with a knowing glance, and simultaneously down the rest of your drinks.

“Woah.” You say whilst clenching up your face, as you finally taste how strong the drink is.

Shawn chuckles, “Sorry I forgot you had alcohol. I just have water.”

You put down your cup on the side and playfully punch his chest, “Ugh I hate you, Mendes.”

With an even bigger smile than Matt’s earlier, he replies softly, “I love you too.”

A/N: You can send me requests here.

Plage (M)

◇ pairing: jin x reader
◇ genre: smut, fluff
◇ summary: the suave champion swimmer is like a fish out of the water around the girl he is crushing on.

Do you want to go
to the plage with me?
I’m going down-down-down
there at 4 in the morning,
most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.
Come down-down-down,
my love is calling.

plage - crystal fighters


There are three things in Jin’s life that he is truly grateful for. The first being his parents; his mom for giving birth to him and for passing down her gorgeous face to him, and his dad for his height and athletic abilities – oh, and how they love and support him through everything, but that goes without saying. The second being his three best friends and teammates – Nam Joohyuk, Kim Jisoo, and Seo Kangjoon – because without them, his dreams of winning the three gold medals he won at the International Competition last week would have never been possible. Not only did they win the toughest men’s medley relay to ever happen in the past 10 years together, but they were also there to cheer him on during his 200 m individual medley and 200 m breaststroke race.

And last but certainly not least, the third (and the greatest) thing Jin was grateful for was that he met you.

Yes, Y/N, you.

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||Someday|| A Brett Talbot Imagine

{Requested:Can u do an imagine when y/n is really a badass hunter and she with scott pack from the start and then they meet Brett cocky little bastard and y/n dont give a fuck about him make it cuute👍}

(Reader’s P.O.V)
Malia groaned in pain as my arrow pierced her skin, lodging itself in her back. I shot another arrow into her leg before withdrawing another arrow. I looked around and spotted Liam who was running by. I smirked before shooting an arrow at the tree he was running towards. As soon as it hit the tree, sparks flew, messing with Liam’s vision. I quickly withdrew an arrow and aimed at Liam before letting it fly into his leg. I heard footsteps behind me, making me turn around quickly and firing at the person legs. Scott groaned as the arrow lodged itself into his leg. I withdrew two arrow and shot his shoulders while he was distracted. I turned back around to see Theo taking an arrow out of Liam’s leg. I shoot Liam and Theo with many arrows as they start dashing in the other direction. Once they collapsed, I felt Scott and grab my cross bow and throw it into the bushes.
“You sure you want me to train like this?“I asked as I took out my daggers.
"I’m sure."He whispered as he looked behind me.
I swiftly turned around and slashes a deep cut into Malia’s shoulder and kicked her away. She was going to attack me while Scott distracted me.
"Thank god I’m still human."Stiles muttered as I dug one of my daggers into Scott’s back.
Scott snarled at me as I dragged the dagger down his back. Scott elbowed my face, making me stumble backwards. Once I regained my composure, Scott lunged at me. I waited until he was close enough before sticking my feet up, kicking him further away from me. I grabbed a spearI I had in my pocket. The great thing about the one I have was that it shrinks itself as small as it can so it can fit in my pocket. I pressed the button, making it expand into its actual size. I swung the spear at Liam and Theo, throwing them towards a tree. As soon as I spotted Malia running towards me, I swung the spear again, making her fall on her butt as it came in contact with her face. I cursed under my breath as I saw Liam, Theo, and Scott rise to their feet. Malia smirked as she stood back up, making me glare at her. As soon as I saw Theo take one step, I threw the spear at Malia. It lodged itself into her shoulder and the tree she leaned on.
"I’m stuck!"Malia yelled as she tried to remove it from her shoulder.
Theo, Liam, and Scott charged at me, making my eyes widen. I reached for the knives on my belt and threw them and Theo, making him fall backwards. Liam and Scott where the strongest ones, so I was worried for a few seconds. I grabbed the wolfsbane can and took the the ring off, making wolfsbane fly into the air. Scott and Liam started coughing as they tried looking through the fog of wolfsbane, trying to find me. I ran over to the bush and grabbed my crossbow, I aimed at Liam who was the first one to make it out of the fog. As soon as he spotted me, I fired five two arrow at his legs, and four arrows at his chest. Liam’s gasped for air, collapsing on the ground. The fog started to clear as Scott fell to his knees, coughing and gasping for air. I appeared right in front of him, shooting two arrow into his chest before kicking his face. I placed my foot on his chest, keeping him from getting up. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw another werewolf growling at me. He started charging at me, making me shoot as many arrows as I could.
"Wait, wait (Y/N)!"Lydia yelled as I withdrew my last arrow.
"He’s not in our pack and he dares interrupt our training session?"I asked, letting my last arrow fly.
The tall werewolf stumbled back before collapsing, making me clench my jaw. I grabbed my two daggers out and rushed over to him. As I was about to dig my daggers into his chest, a pair of arms held me back.
”(Y/N), don’t! He’s a friend of ours!“Stiles yelled as he held me back.
I glared down at their so called friend, he groaned before opening his eyes. At first he seemed angry until he looked up at me.
"Tell your friend to not get in my way next time."I muttered before walking away.
I pulled the spear out of Malia’s shoulder, making her yell in agony.
"Remind me not to train with (Y/N) ever again."Malia muttered, grabbing her bleeding shoulder.
Scott groaned before getting up, pulling the arrows out. Theo and Liam and cursed under their breaths as they pulled arrows out of them.
"That was good practice (Y/N) but was the wolfsbane necessary?"Liam asked as he and Theo walked over.
"In a real fight, your enemy won’t go easy on you. They’ll do whatever it takes to kill you as quick and easily as possible."I answered, making Scott nod.
"She’s right."Scott spoke up.
"So who’s going to introduce me to my soon to be girlfriend?"Brett asked, making me furrow my eyebrows.
"You better be talking about someone else, anyone else but me."I spat, making him smirk.
"I’m talking about you sweetie-”
“Don’t call her that!"Stiles yelled, covering his mouth.
I clenched my jaw as I glared at Brett.
"But she’s so cute and tiny-"Brett started to say before I pulled out a knife and throwing it at him.
Stiles screamed, running away and hiding behind Lydia.
Brett’s knees buckled in pain as I lodged a dagger into his thigh.
"Listen here pretty boy, I don’t like cocky little bastards like you so I suggest you shut your mouth and stay out of my way."I muttered, staring him dead in his eyes.
I started walking away from them, no longer wanting to be in the woods.
"She’s new…I like her."I heard Brett say as I hopped onto my dirt bike.
I clenched my jaw, trying to stop a smile from creeping onto my face. I started my dirt bike before speeding through the trees all the way to my house.
(Brett’s P.O.V)
Yesterday I had met a very feisty yet adorable girl named (Y/N). She was a hunter that had been in Scott’s pack from the start. I smiled as the school bus stopped, meaning we were in Beacon Hills Highschool where Scott and his pack attended. I spotted the pack outside our bus, walking outside their school. Liam frowned as he saw me, he and I still weren’t the best of friends. (Y/N) seemed to notice him tense up, she looked to where he was looking and spotted me. She glared at me before pulling Liam to her side.
"Kick his ass on the field for me."She muttered, making him smile.
I smirked at her, she can pretend to hate me all she wants but at the end of the day, she’ll be mine. I stepped down from the bus and was met by the pack who all seemed welcoming except for Liam, Theo, and (Y/N). Then again Theo never really seemed welcoming of anyone.
"I am, my facial expression is just always menacing.” Theo shrugged, making me jump.
“Did I say that out loud?"I asked.
Scott nodded before sticking his hand out for me to shake. I smiled and shook his hand and watched as (Y/N) and Liam folded their arms.
"Look at Dunbar and his girlfriend!"Someone from behind the pack yelled.
Liam and (Y/N) groaned before rolling their eyes.
"That’s creepy how they copy each other…"A girl said, making them roll their eyes again.
"Stop doing that."Stiles muttered.
"We’re not doing anything!"Liam stated.
Scott smiled before wrapping his arm around Liam and (Y/N) as the pack followed Scott.
"I didn’t know they were dating."I mumbled.
"They deny if all the time but we always see them together, they’re like inseparable."Someone from the other lacrosse team answered.
I sighed before walking into their school’s locker room. I really hoped (Y/N) would be mine.
As soon as I finished changing, I opened the door to find Liam and (Y/N) walking side by side down the hall. (Y/N) was wearing an extremely short white skirt and a white crop top.
”(Y/N) (Y/L/N), how many times have I told you about our school dress code!“A teacher yelled as they opened their door.
(Y/N) balled her hands into fists as she turned around.
"About the same amount of men who have left you-”(Y/N) started to say but was stopped as Liam covered her mouth.
(Y/N) kept talking but everything she said was muffled my Liam’s hand. Once Liam removed his hand from her mouth, he grabbed his jacket from his back and put it on her.
“Happy now?”(Y/N) asked, turning to the teacher.
The teacher glared at her before slamming the door. (Y/N) and Liam continued walking down the hall, making me jealous. Her hips swayed side to side, making my mouth water. I’m not giving up on her. The rest of the team walked out to the field and met with Beacon Hills Highschool’s team. I kept scoring goals, hoping (Y/N) would be impressed. After a while that Kira was disqualified from the game, Scott raced off in the middle of the game. Coach Finstock yelled for him but Scott kept running.
“Does anyone know how play lacrosse?’‘Finstock asked the crowd.
Everyone exchanged looks before I noticed (Y/N) stand up.
"I do coach!”(Y/N) spoke up.
“(Y/L/N), are you sure? I don’t want you complaining about a broken nail-”
“Coach, just let her play."Stiles said.
Finstock sighed before throwing her a spare jersey and burgundy shorts. (Y/N) put the jersey over her crop top and removed the crop top after having the jersey on her. She put the shorts on and then removed her skirt, I only managed to see her bare stomach. She gave Malia and Lydia her clothes and grabbed Scott’s lacrosse stick and helmet. Even if lacrosse gear, she looked stunning. She walked to the middle right across from me as the referee put the lacrosse ball in the middle of the circle. (Y/N) looked up at me and glared at me. She looked down at ball and before I knew it, the referee blew the whistle. Once I realized he had, (Y/N) had already picked the ball up with her stick and dashed through my team. She kept running until four of my team mates charged at her, she immediately jumped, doing a front flip before landing near the goal. She threw the lacrosse ball in the goal, making the crowd cheer. I watched at Finstock screamed at (Y/N).
"I never doubted you for a second (Y/L/N)!"Finstock yelled, making her scoff.
Liam and Stiles ran to her and hugged her. She smiled as they peppered her with kisses. As they pulled apart, she ran back to the middle of the field.
"I didn’t know you were good at Lacrosse (Y/N)."I whispered.
"I didn’t know you even played Lacrosse Brett."She replied, making me smile.
For the first time, she smiled back at me. I was caught off guard again, making her grab the ball first. She ran past me and dodged a few of my team mates before passing the ball to Liam. Liam scored and made the crowd cheer again. (Y/N) ran to Liam and highfived him. Minuets later, Beacon Hills High had caught up to us, thanks to (Y/N). As much as I liked this girl, I couldn’t let her win this for her school. So when the referee blew the whistle, I tackled (Y/N) once she had picked the ball up. I fell on top of her and heard something crack. Everyone gasped and stood up to get a better look at us. I quickly got off of her and saw her shutting her eyes tight as she rolled to her side. Stiles quickly ran to her side and so did the rest of her team.
”(Y/N) I am so-“I started to say before something hit the back of my legs, making me fall to the ground.
I groaned as I held my legs, looking up to see Liam who was fuming. He dropped the lacrosse stick as Malia and Theo ran to the field. Right before he could lunge at me, Malia and Theo held him back.
”(Y/N) how many fingers am I holding up?“Finstock asked as (Y/N) sat up.
"Three crusty fingers coach.”(Y/N) answered, making the whole team laugh.
“You-"Finstock muttered before stopping himself from strangling her.
"I’m fine, let’s continue with the game.”(Y/N) spoke up.
Stiles helped her up to her feet and walked towards me.
“You’ve got a lot of guts Talbot."She mumbled as we both walked to the middle of the field.
"I think I might like that about you."She whispered before the referee blew the whistle.
I stood there shocked at her words and once I snapped out of my trance, I turn to see (Y/N) score. The crowd stood up as they screamed, cheering because their school had finally defeated us.
Stiles and Liam ran to (Y/N) and picked her up. Stiles helped Liam put her on his shoulders as the team chanted her name as they crowded around her.
"What happened?"Scott asked, appearing by my side as he and Kira watched the team carry (Y/N) into their school.
”(Y/N) filled in while you left and won the game for you guys.“I answered, making him smile.
"Awesome."He whispered before rolling after the team.
I sighed and started walking to the school bus, as soon as I was about to step in I heard someone call my name.
"You’ve got balls to tackle me."She said as stormed over to me.
I shut my eyes as she lifted her hand up to slap me, but it never happened. Instead I felt her warm month breathe on my ear.
"You earned a little bit of my respect."She mumbled, her lips pressing against my ear.
"But no one gets away unharmed when hurting me."She whispered before kneeing my in my stomach.
I groaned as I held my stomach, making her smirk.
"And I thought you were starting to like me."I muttered, making her laugh.
"I don’t care about anyone but the pack, I don’t give a fuck about you Brett Talbot."She spat, making my heart drop.
"Not yet at least."She whispered before walking away.
I stared at her as her hips swayed side to side, lust filling inside of me. She might not like me now, but she will one day. She knew I liked her and she was using that against me, oh boy was she smart.
"Someday."I whispered, smiling at her.
I hoped I to the bus, ready to go back to my house. Someday she’d start caring, someday she’d be mine.- Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this, I hope you enjoyed it. Have a wonderful day/night!

Castiel Sex Headcanons A-Z: E is for Experience

Warning: smutty stuffs

most of the drabble is under the cut due to nsfw content :-)

Castiel Sex Headcanons Masterlist

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Castiel didn’t have much experience in the bedroom. 

Out of all the millennia that Castiel had lived, the only sexual experience he encountered was with a reaper who killed him the next morning. Needless to say, he needed more experiences, better experiences. And you wanted to give him that.

So you did. And damn, was he a quick learner.

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Without You (Jason Todd x Reader)

Request: “Can you do a Jason Todd x Reader where they get into their first fight?”- anon

Warning(s): language

A/N: So basically, this took forever for me to do because I wrote the whole thing, was ready to post it, decided I hated it, and redid it all. So, I apologize for not posting anything in forever! I’m the worst. Lol.

Y/N- Your Name

Y/N/N- Your Nick Name

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It had been weeks since you’d heard back from Jason. He was out on another one of his missions with Roy and Kori somewhere dangerous. It always scared the hell out of you when he left, your thoughts always wandering to the darkest scariest corner of your mind.

What if he’s injured, or been captured, or god forbid what if he’s dead?

You shutter just thinking about it.

You had just gotten home from work, where it was impossible to focus on anything but Jason. Eventually your boss had gotten tired of you zoning out during your shift, and let you go early. You couldn’t even blame him. What good were you if you couldn’t perform a simple task without being distracted by the idea of Jason maybe never coming home?

It’s not like Jason had never gone MIA before, because he had. But never for this long… he almost always found a way to get into contact with you, and if he personally couldn’t talk to you, he’d make sure someone else gave you the message.

But this time no one had called, or texted, or anything, and the worry was eating away at you.

You walked up to the home the two of you shared, hoping and praying you’d open the door and see him standing there, but when you went in all you found was your empty apartment. You sighed, threw your keys and jacket onto the table and shuffled off to your room.

As soon as you made it to the bed you realized how exhausted you were… worrying really took all the energy out of you. You pulled back the comforter and crawled in, curling up into a ball under the sheets and soon falling asleep.

It wasn’t even an hour later when you woke and heard a loud thump come from the opposite side of the room, you froze in terror. There was someone in your apartment and you had no way to defend yourself. You instantly regretted all the times you’d turned Jason down when he offered to help you learn how to fight. Suddenly you remembered the baseball bat you had stashed under the bed, for situations just like this. You quietly reached your arm out from underneath your blankets and blindly searched for the bat. When your hand reached it, you knew you had to work fast. You got a good grip on your weapon and lunged off the bed, closed your eyes, and swung the bat wildly at whoever had broken in through your window.

The person yelped out in pain but ultimately snatched the bat out of your hands and threw it to the floor. You were about to scream when they put their hands on your shoulders and spoke.

“Y/N! Stop! It’s me!” they shouted.

You recognized the voice, and quickly opened your eyes to see your boyfriend standing in front of you. You almost collapsed in relief.

“Jesus… you hit really hard.” He mutters, walking over to the light switch and flipping it on.

You looked him up and down, he seemed to be fine, if anything he’d have a couple of bruises in the morning, but otherwise unscathed.

Once you were sure that he was okay, your relief turned to anger. He could see it by the look on your face that he was in trouble.

“I can explain…” he said, putting his hands up in defense.

“Oh, I’m sure…” you respond sarcastically.

Jason sighs and goes to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Baby, please. Can we do this tomorrow? I’m exhausted. I want to talk, I do. But I can’t even think straight right now.” He says, using his best puppy dog eyes on you.

But it only makes you angrier. Not only did Jason disappear for weeks without a trace, but now he wasn’t even trying to take you seriously. Any other day, you’d agree. You’d never had a real fight with Jason before, but you had a feeling tonight was gonna be your first.

You turned around without answering him, and walked into your closet, leaving him sitting there utterly confused.

You came out a few minutes later fully dressed.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his brows furrowing together.

“You can sleep, I’m going to stay at Barb’s for the night.” You muttered before walking out the bedroom door.

With that Jason jumps up from his spot on the bed, following you out.

“Hey, wait!” he shouts after you.

You spin around on your heel’s, stopping so fast that Jason almost runs right into you.

“What’s going on with you? I know I was gone longer than expected, but I didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal…” he confess’, trying to understand what’s going on.

“That’s really why you think I’m mad? No, Jason. I’m mad because you were gone for two weeks, and I had no idea if you were okay. You didn’t call, you didn’t text, hell I would’ve settled for fucking carrier pigeon. I haven’t been able to sleep or eat, I couldn’t even focus long enough to get anything done at work…” you trail off, you can feel yourself getting worked up now, but you can’t stop.

“Babe… I’m so sorry. I just got really busy, I didn’t think it’d affect you that much.” he mumbles.

At this point you’re crying, angry tears more than anything.

As soon as Jason notices, he steps forward and tries to pull you into his arms, but you push away from him.

“I never would’ve put you through something like this, and if I did my explanation would be a lot better than a simple ‘I got busy’…” you say through the tears.

“Y/N/N…” he frowns, feeling guilty.

More than anything he wanted to protect you, and make you happy. The fact that he was the source of your pain killed him.

Finally, you wipe the tears from your eyes and grab your things.

“I have to leave… I have to go before I say something that I’ll regret in the morning. You should get some sleep, you look exhausted.” And with that you opened the door and left, leaving Jason standing alone in your dark empty apartment.

 

The next morning you wake early, thank Barbara for letting you crash on her couch, and leave for home. You got about as much sleep as you had expected you would, which was not a lot. You spent most of the night just staring at the ceiling thinking about Jason. Thinking about how maybe you had overreacted, more than anything you just wanted to be cuddled up in your bed together watching crappy tv and eating copious amounts of junk food. But at the same time, Jason hurt you, and he seemed to not understand why, which only made you more upset.

Once you arrived at the apartment, you walked in as quietly as you could, trying not to make too much noise. But as soon as you closed the door behind you, you heard a hoarse voice call out your name, and saw Jason sit up on the couch.

“What are you doing? Why didn’t you sleep in the room?” you ask, setting your stuff down, and go to sit down next to him.

“I didn’t want to sleep in the bed without you…” he says, and you can hear the exhaustion in his voice.

As soon as he says this you can feel all the anger from the night before melt away. And from his tone it was obvious you weren’t the only one who had stayed up all night.

“Oh, Jason…” you sigh.

He looks over at you, the dark circles under his eyes more prominent than usual.

You turn to him cupping his face in your hands, and bring your lips to his giving him a soft kiss.

“Let’s get you to bed… Okay? We can talk about this later…” you say, grabbing his hand and standing up, but he pulls you back down next to him.

“No… I need you to know that I’m sorry. I know I hurt you and I don’t ever want to make you feel like I don’t care ever again. You’re one of the most important people in my life and I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.” He says, staring down at your hands in his.

A small smile spreads across your face as you speak.

“Jason… you silly boy. You’re never going to lose me. I’m not going anywhere any time soon. I was just worried, and when I saw that you were okay it was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. But it also let me realize how angry I was at you for not at least letting me know you were alive… I don’t think I could ever go through that again. Losing you the first time was hard enough.” You explain.

“I love you.” he says, kissing you again.

You sigh into the kiss, this was all you had wanted to do for weeks, and now he was here, and it was perfect.

“I love you too.” You say, with heavy eyes.

When you pull away, you yawn, making Jason laugh.

“Don’t you yawn, you’re gonna make me-“ but before he can finish his sentence he yawns as well.

You laugh too, and pull on his arm once again, this time he stands up with you.

“Come on, love. Let’s go to bed.” You smile, and make your way to the bedroom where the both of you get the best sleep you’ve had in weeks.

Tom Holland Imagine - Love Me Now

request: a tom imagine based on the song love me now by john legend

a/n: idk if this is any good? i’m not the greatest at analysing song meanings so idk if i used the song right, let me know

word count: 1370

masterlist: (x)

Pulling me further
Further than I’ve been before
Making me stronger
Shaking me right to the core, oh
I don’t know what’s in the stars
Never heard it from above, the world isn’t ours
But I know what’s in my heart
If you ain’t mine I’ll be torn apart

People questioned your relationship with Tom from the very beginning. You were from different worlds; he was a famous movie star, travelling across the globe in private jets, hanging out with Hollywood stars and dining in five star restaurants where the appetisers alone cost more than your weekly food shop; you were a student, studying at university in London, barely getting by with your student loan. When he had first spied you in his local pub near his home, Tom couldn’t stop looking at you. He wanted to go up to you and talk to you so badly, but he was nervous and was scared he would say something stupid and mess his chances up with you. He knew if he didn’t introduce himself before you left he’d hate himself for the rest of his life.

“If you’re not mine,” he said. “I think I’ll be torn apart.”

You hit it off straight away, and you had your first date the next weekend. You fell in love with one another fast, your emotions heightened since Tom would soon be off globetrotting again. You spent every opportunity you could together. He insisted you made him a better person, he couldn’t imagine a life where you weren’t his. The distance strained your relationship at times, pulling you apart from him physically and mentally, but you’d always find a way to make it work. You couldn’t live without him, nor could he without you.

I don’t know who’s gonna kiss you when I’m gone
So I’m gonna love you now, like it’s all I have
I know it’ll kill me when it’s over
I don’t wanna think about it, I want you to love me now

After six years of dating, after you graduated university and found yourself a full time job, after Tom won his first Oscar - and the one after that, after you bought your first house together, Tom proposed to you. It was on a rainy Tuesday afternoon whilst walking Tessa on a hike up a hill. The two of you reached the top of the trail and sat on the same bench overlooking the English countryside you always sat on as Tessa ran wildly around your feet.

“Life is short,” he said. The seriousness of his comment had taken you aback. “And I don’t want to think about what my life would be like if you were taken away from me, or if I was taken from you. Whenever it is, ten, twenty, sixty years, whatever. Whatever reason, I know it’d kill me if this ever ended.” He was sweating even though the air was cold. You were confused. “So I don’t want to think about that, I don’t want to think about the end, because I don’t know what the future is gonna hold, I want to think about the now. I want to love you right now, like it’s all I have. I want you to love me now. I know there is no better person on earth for me than you, and I know I can be the perfect man for you. I don’t know who’s gonna kiss you when I’m gone, when I die, or- but I know nobody is capable of loving you as much as I do.” He reached into his pocket, struggling to pull out whatever it was he was looking for from his jeans. He opened the little black box, his grandmother’s ring sitting pretty inside. “Will you be my wife?”

Something inside us knows there’s nothing guaranteed
Yeah, girl, I don’t need you to tell me that you’ll never leave, no
When we’ve done all that we could to turn darkness into light, turn evil to good
Even when we try so hard for that perfect kind of love, it could all fall apart

“And finally, my beautiful wife,” Tom said into the microphone, your wedding guests watching tearfully as he neared the end of his speech. “The thing with you, baby, is we’ve both learnt not to take this for granted, what we have - like anything, there’s nothing guaranteed in life. I knew, from that very first day in the little shitty pub near my old house, when I first laid eyes on you, I knew one day we would be here on our wedding day, and I knew from that day you would make me the happiest man on earth. Like any relationship, we’ve had our challenges, our ups and downs and whatever, we’ve both threatened to leave, and sometimes we did,” he laughed as you looked up at him, tears pricking your eyes as you smiled. “But I can’t live without you. We always came back. We always managed to turn the darkness into light. You’re my soulmate, and there is no-one I would rather spend my life with. Thank you for everything you do, everything you have done and will do, I am grateful for it all. The past seven years, all I can think about is how lucky I am to have been put on this planet at the same time as you, and how I’m even luckier that it’s me that gets to wake up next to you every morning. I hope I can give you all the love you deserve and more, and you deserve a lot of love baby. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” He cleared his throat as he picked up his champagne flute. “So if you could all please raise your glasses, and toast the greatest woman to walk this world, my wife.”

And who’s gonna kiss you when I’m gone?
Oh I’m gonna love you now, like it’s all I have
And I know it’ll kill me when it’s over
I don’t wanna think about it, I want you to love me now

“So that’s it then?!” He screamed, banging his fist against the doorframe. Tessa cowered underneath the kitchen table, whimpering as Tom raised his voice. “You’re just gonna leave?”
“Please stop shouting,” you tried. “I just, it’s too much sometimes! The media are so involved in my life now, I just want to be normal. I just need a break.” Tears threatened to spill down your cheeks as Tom leaned against the wall with his arms, his head bent down with his forehead touching the bricks, trying to calm himself.
“You’re my wife.” He said.
“I know that,” you twisted the rings on your fourth finger of your left hand.
“Please don’t leave me,” he begged, suddenly his voice was quiet, wobbly from his tears. “I know it’ll kill me when it’s over. I don’t want this to be over.”
“Tom-”
“Please,” he whispered. “I don’t want to think about a life without you. I want you to love me now. We don’t need a break, I don’t want to stop loving you, not for a second. Please, just love me now.”

Oh I don’t know how the years will go down, it’s alright
Let’s make the most of every moment tonight

After four more years of marriage, two kids, one more dog and a move to Los Angeles, you and Tom were better than ever. He kissed your temple as you stood in the doorway of the nursery together, watching your youngest child sleep.

“You know all those years ago, before we met in that pub,” you whispered. “I never thought I would be living a life as good as this. I didn’t know how the years would go down, but you- you just make everything so good.” Tom smiled, leaning his head against yours. “When we have shit times, I just stop and look at you and I know it’s alright, it’s always going to be alright when I’m with you.” Tom pressed his lips against yours for a second. “I don’t ever want to take you for granted,” you continued. “Let’s make the most of every moment.”

Heartbeat Monitor - Derek Hale x Reader

Summary: When (y/n) is injured during a car accident, Derek blames himself and distances himself from her.

Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader

Derek Hale Masterlist

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Derek’s tired eyes took in her fragile frame, seeming so small in the hospital bed. He squeezed her hand, wrapping both of his around it before lifting them up. He placed gentle kisses across the back of her hand as he desperately tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill down his cheeks. A hand rested on his shoulder but he didn’t look up, he was too ashamed. 

 "It’s not your fault, son" Derek’s jaw tightened painfully as he stopped himself from listing all of the reasons why it was entirely his fault to the poor Sherif. Stubbornly he kept his eyes on her, the Sherif sighed, squeezing his shoulder before walking away. An hour passed but Derek didn’t move. Stiles came and went, offering food and telling him to go home and get some rest. But he was paralysed by sheer determination. He hadn’t been there for her when she needed him most, he definitely wasn’t going to leave now. 

The night passed slowly, with little sign of improvement. Derek repeated that she was stable over and over in his mind like a mantra. She wasn’t getting better but she also wasn’t getting worse. If he didn’t keep telling himself that he would go mad. Bowing his head, he rested it on the edge of her bed whilst listening to the steady beep of the heart monitor. As long as Derek kept hearing that noise he’d be okay, it was the only thing anchoring him and preventing him from lashing out at anyone who dared to come close to her. 

Agonisingly slowly she came round, the incessant beeping of the machinery around the bed roused her from sleep. Cracking her eyes open she took in the small hospital room. She was afraid to move as the memories of the accident came back to her, everywhere ached and she knew moving would only make it worse. Glancing down she saw Derek’s head resting on the bed, his hand wrapped tightly around her own. He looked awful, his skin was sickly pale, only emphasised by the dark circles beneath his eyes. She gently retracted her hand from his, moving it to play with his hair. She caressed his face, trying to soothe the furrow of his brow. 

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Everything Johnny Cade says in the book.

“Leave her alone, Dally.”

“You sure didn’t show it. Nobody talks to Dally like that.”

“Sixteen.”

“How come y’all ain’t scared of us like you were Dally?”

“Dally’s okay. He’s tough, but he’s a cool old guy.”

“Hey, Two-Bit.”

“Aw, cut it out! Dally was bothering them and when he left they wanted us to sit with them to protect them. Against wisecracking greasers like you, probably.”

“Soda?”

“There was a whole bunch of them. A blue Mustang full…I got so scared..”

“Your boyfriends?”

“Gee, I thought you and Darry and Soda got along real well…”

“It’s the truth. I don’t care.”

“It’s because we’re greasers. We could have hurt her reputation.”

“Man, that was a tuff car. Mustangs are tuff.”

“I can’t take much more. I’ll kill myself or something.”

“Well, I won’t. But I gotta do something. It seems like there’s gotta be someplace without greasers or Socs, with just people. Plain, ordinary people.”

“Ponyboy. Hey, Pony, wake up.”

“I don’t know. I went to sleep, too, listening to you rattle on and on. You’d better get home I think I’ll stay all night out here.

“Okay.”

“Easy, Ponyboy. We’ll be okay.”

“Well, don’t be. You’re scarin’ me. What happened? I never seen you bawl like that.”

“I think I like it better when the old man’s hittin’ me. At least then I know he knows who I am. I walk in that house, and nobody says anything. I walk out, and nobody says anything. I stay away all night, and nobody notices. At least you got Soda. I ain’t got nobody.”

“It ain’t the same as having your own folks care about you. It just ain’t the same.”

“Okay. Okay.”

“Ain’t you about to freeze to death, Pony?”

“I don’t know. But I bet they’re looking for us. We picked up their girls.”

“It’s too late now. Here they come.”

“You’re outa your territory. You’d better watch it.”

“I killed him. I killed that boy.”

“Go ahead. I won’t look at you.”

“Yeah. I had to. They were drowning you, Pony. They might have killed you. And they had a blade…they were gonna be me up…”

“Yeah. Like they did before.”

“They ran when I stabbed him. They all ran.”

“Calm down, Ponyboy. Get ahold of yourself.”

“We gotta get outa here. Get somewhere. Run away. The police’ll be here soon. We’ll need money. And maybe a gun. And a plan.”

“Dally. Dally’ll get us outa here.”

“I think at Buck Merril’s place. There’s a party over there tonight. Dally said somethin’ about it this afternoon.”

“Dally! We gotta see Dally.”

“We figured you could get us out if anyone could. I’m sorry we got you away from the party.”

“Wish I had me a weed.”

“Sure, Dally, thanks.”

“Now.”

“The first stop’ll be Windrixville. I don’t see why he gave me this. I couldn’t shoot anybody.”

“Blast it, Ponyboy. You must have put my legs to sleep. I can’t even stand up. I barely got off that train.”

“That’s okay. I didn’t want to wake you up until I had to.”

“Go ask someone. The story won’t be in the paper yet. Make like a farm boy taking a walk or something.”

“I’ll have to stay here. You go down the road and ask the first person you see where Jay Mountain is. Then come back. And for Pete’s sake, run a comb through your hair and quit slouching down like a thug.”

“You know, you look an awful lot like Sodapop, the way you’ve got your hair and everything. I mean, except your eyes are green.”

“Shoot, you are too.”

“I swear, Ponyboy, you’re gettin’ to act more like Two-Bit every day.”

“Come on inside. Dally told us to stay inside.”

“A week’s supply of baloney, two loaves of bread, a box of matches…”

“I remembered you sayin’ something about it once. And me and you went to see that movie, ‘member? I thought you could maybe read it out loud and help kill time or something.”

“We’re gonna cut our hair, and you’re gonna bleach yours. They’ll have our descriptions in the paper. We can’t fit ‘em.”

“We’d have to anyway if we got caught. You know the first thing a judge does is make you get a haircut.”

“I don’t know either—it’s just a way of trying to break us. They can’t really do anything to guys like Curly Shepard or Tim; they’ve had about everything done to them. And they can’t take anything away from them because they don’t have anything in the first place. So they cut their hair.”

“Oh, come on, Ponyboy. It’ll grow back.”

“No. We gotta bleach it first.”

“Cut the front and thin out the rest. I’ll comb it back after I wash it.”

“Go ahead and cut it.”

“I guess—I guess we’re disguised.”

“Oh, shoot. It’s just hair.”

“Well, we got to get used to it. We’re in big trouble and it’s our looks or us.”

“I’m sorry I cut off your hair, Ponyboy.”

“I know. Things have been happening so fast…”

“Two-Bit shoulda been in that little one-horse store. Man, we’re in the middle of nowhere; the nearest house is two miles away. Things were layin’ out wide open, just waitin’ for somebody slick like Two-Bit to come and pick ‘em up. He coulda walked out with half the store. Good ol’ Two-Bit.”

“Stop it! Shut up about last night! I killed a kid last night. He couldn’t of been over seventeen or eighteen, and I killed him. How’d you like to live with that?”

“I didn’t mean to, but they was drownin’ you, and I was so scared…There sure is a lot of blood in people.”

“This is my fault for bringin’ a thirteen-year-old kid along. You ought to go home. You can’t get into any trouble. You didn’t kill him.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Ponyboy. Don’t cry, Pony, we’ll be okay. Don’t cry…”

“Yeah.”

“Nope. We’re all cried out now. We’re gettin’ used to the idea. We’re gonna be okay now.”

“I bet they were cool ol’ guys. They remind me of Dally.”

“Yeah…in the manners bit, and the charm, too, I guess. But one night I saw Dally gettin’ picked up by the fuzz, and he kept real cool and calm the whole time. They was gettin’ him for breakin’ out the windows in the school building, and it was Two-Bit who did that. And Dally knew it. But he just took the sentence without battin’ an eye or even denyin’ it. That’s gallant.”

“Golly. That sure is pretty.”

“The mist was what was pretty. All gold and silver.”

“Too bad it couldn’t stay like that all the time.”

“What?”

“Where’d you learn that? That was what I meant.”

“You know, I never noticed colors and clouds and stuff until you kept reminding me about them. It seems like they were never there before. Your family sure is funny.”

“I didn’t mean nothing. I meant, well, Soda kinda looks like your mother did, but he acts just exactly like your father. And Darry is the spittin’ image of your father, but he ain’t wild and laughing all the time like he was. He acts like your mother. And you don’t act like either one.”

“Yeah. I guess we’re different.”

“You’re starved?”

“Yeah. Whatever gave you the idea we ain’t?”

“You sure can cuss good, Dally.”

“You’d better believe it.”

“Gee, it sure will be good to get into a car again.”

“A spy? Who?”

“Cherry? The Soc?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re goin’ back and turn ourselves in.”

“I said we’re goin’ back and turn ourselves in.”

“I got a good chance of bein’ let off easy. I ain’t got no record with the fuzz and it was self-defense. Ponyboy and Cherry can testify to that. And I don’t aim to stay in that church all my life.”

“We won’t tell that you helped us, Dally, and we’ll give you back the gun and what’s left of the money and say we hitchhiked back so you won’t get into trouble. Okay?”

“I’m sure. It ain’t fair for Ponyboy to have to stay up in that church with Darry and Soda worryin’ about him all the time. I don’t guess…I don’t guess my parents are worried about me or anything?”

“My parents, did they ask about me?”

“I was scared. I still am. I guess we ruined our hair for nothing, Ponyboy.”

“Would you rather have me living in hide-outs for the rest of my life, always on the run?”

“Hey, Ponyboy.”

“The window stopped him.”

‘Naw…Too fat.”

“Where’s the kids?”

“Shut up! We’re goin’ to get you out!”

“Get out!”

“Hey, y’all.”

“Don’t…don’t let me put enough grease on my hair. “

“He came by.”

“Came to see Dally.”

“Tuff enough.”

“The book—can you get another one?”

“Yeah, it just hurts sometimes. It usually don’t…I can’t feel anything below the middle of my back…”

“I’m pretty bad off, ain’t I, Pony?”

“I won’t be able to walk again. Not even on crutches. Busted my back.”

“You want to know something, Ponyboy? I’m scared stiff. I used to talk about killing myself…I don’t want to die now. It ain’t long enough. Sixteen years ain’t long enough. I wouldn’t mind it so much if there wasn’t so much I ain’t done yet and so many things I ain’t seen. It’s not fair. You know what? That time we were in Windrixville was the only time I’ve been away from our neighborhood.”

“I don’t want to see her.”

“I said I don’t want to see her. She’s probably come to tell me about all the trouble I’m causing her and about how glad her and the old man’ll be when I’m dead. Well, tell her to leave me alone. For once—for once just to leave me alone.”

“Hey.”

“Useless…fighting’s no good…”

“Ponyboy.”

Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold.”

Zugzwang | Pt.1

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, featuring all of BTS (mentioning of B.A.P)
Genre: Smut / Angst / Love / MAFIA AU
Summary: Jungkook has been trained to protect you, to keep you save. You, on the other hand, were born to be a cold-hearted leader, and somehow and in some kind of wicked way that turned him on. 
Words: 6,5k
Chapters: 1 / 2

Zugzwang: (Noun) A term used in chess when it’s your turn to move a piece, but regardless of where you move, you will be at a disadvantage and being forced by circumstances to do something which you do not wish to do

Disclaimer: Violence, drugs & sexual content!

“I’m fucked up, I’m black and blue
I’m built for it, all the abuse
I got secrets, that nobody, nobody knows 
I don’t want, what I can get
I want someone, with secrets.” 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The thrill up your spine when you take the light of an innocent man. The blood under your nails that will never be washed and never be healed. You lived for those moments. Those moments when you were one with the darkness, the moment in which you could very well take your final breath, that made you feel alive.

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WHO?!

A/N No one touches Ivars Things… NO ONE.

Pairing/ Ivar X Reader

Word Count/ 923

Rated M ( Rape, smut, verbal abuse)

@sparklemichele @ariwolff14 @titty-teetee


Originally posted by cindecasso


You didn’t mean for this to happen but it did; before you could form a single curse or protest Sigurd was on top of you.  You couldn’t call it unwanted if you wanted to as you lie there with his filthy hand over your mouth. Sigurd was a son of Ragnar and had every right to wield the blade of his ever changing desires.  There was nothing you could do about it.  Your primary Lover Ivar would be upset but even still in this moment nothing would change it.


“My brother will not be the only one to have you!” He grunted as he pumped himself ruthlessly into you eliciting a slight whimper. His hands tore your dress in several places and you prayed to the gods there would be no marks on your skin afterwards.


It went on for another twenty minutes or so before he finally released his seed and rolled over.


“Leave me you filthy Slave!” He snapped agitated and unsated even after fucking you senseless.


You gathered your dress around yourself as it was in shambles and stumbled out of the tent. You were wracked with fear as you neared the slave tent to clean yourself up. Ivar would come for you in time and you didn’t want to spark any animosity between the two brothers. They had a torn relationship as it was and you knew it wouldn’t take much to set your lovers temper alight. He was hardly known to show mercy after his legs became fully functioning.  You washed up quickly and mended your dress as best as you could. It wasn’t long before you were summoned to Ivar’s bed.

Ivar’s crystal blue eyes captivated you from the moment you walked in, stopping just at the door to wait for his command.

“Y/N Come to me!” He said in a stern and commanding voice.

You stepped forward keeping your head down suddenly feeling tainted and dirty. Stopping just short of his embrace you kept your head low watching the rising and falling of his toned chest.

“Look at me!” He tilted your chin up forcing your eyes to his. Reluctantly you allowed him to capture your gaze  causing a warm hum to build in your chest and flush to your face.  Your lips began to tremble slightly and did not go unnoticed.

You fear me?” He asked. His voice unusually gentle yet possessive. When you didn’t not answer him he grabbed your arm and shook you. “SPEAK!”

“F-Forgive me Ivar..” Your stuttered and then continued. “I am no longer clean nor only yours.” Your eyes desperately bored into his.

“WHO?”  He boomed. The sound of his voice sent shivers down your spine and warmth to your intimate places.  

It was not one important. Let us forget and carry on as we always do” You pleaded hoping to deter the growling pit of anger growing in Ivar’s chest. He gripped your jaw so tight that you were positive blood would soon follow.

“If you do not tell me who touched you I will kill everyone Y/N, until I find the right one. I do not care who will get in my way but they will all die.”  His lip rose in a sneer of warning and you knew that in the event of your silence death would be certain.

“Sigurd..It was Sigurd.” You gasped through the pain. He released his grip and walked calmly out of the tent.  You knew better than to try and stay behind so you followed him out to the dining tent where the rest of Ivar’s brothers sat.

“Brothers!” He announced himself and they all jumped having not heard him enter.  “It seems that one amongst you is having a difficult time understanding what I say. Since you are all too stupid to hear what I mean, I will show it to you now. So that there will be no forgetting!”  He turned and yanked you by the wrist to the edge of the table where Sigurd was seated and shoved his food out of the way.

Ivar turned you around making sure that you faced him and forced you roughly down on the table. His brothers stared on in silence all fearful of what he would do in the next moments. You held your breath as his rough hands slid up your thighs and parted them.  Without realizing it the whole scene painted before you aroused you in ways you could not understand and Ivar had no issue as he forced his throbbing prick into you for everyone to see.  You screamed out at the sudden invasion and knocked an object from the table when he began the fast drag and pull that sent your mind reeling.

“Y/N is mine and no matter how you fuck; her filthy cunt can only be satisfied by me!” He grunted as he fucked you into the table sending shockwaves through everyone in the room.

“Did Sigurd fuck you this way? Did he satisfy you as good as me?” Ivar asked through his grunting. The sweat from his tirade and current situation was glistening down his chest.

“NO Ivar” You moaned. Sigurd looked caught between lust and fear as he watched you and Ivar unable to avert his gaze.

“Look to him and say no.” he demanded increasing the speed of his thrust making your next word sound broken and forced.

“N-N- No.” You moaned again.  Ivar’s devilish grin at your words made sure that no man would ever take you again but himself……

Cosa Nostra (Pt. 6)

Summary: You were just a girl who took some odd jobs from the Min Syndicate to make some extra cash. When Min Yoongi himself sends a request for you to come to his mansion, any semblance of your normal life gets thrown out the window. What sort of dangers will face you once you become associated with one of the biggest mob bosses?

Mafia!YoongixReader

Angst/Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 3.5k

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You hesitantly clicked the green button and raised your phone to your ear, “H-Hello…?”

“Where the fuck are you?” Yoongi’s voice was stone cold, and even though you couldn’t see his face you just knew that he was extremely angry. Your mind kept flashing to the images of the girls Taehyung had just shown you, the girls that Yoongi had supposedly made disappear. The thought sent shivers down your spine.

“I-I can explain, Yoo-“ You began before he cut you off.

“I don’t recall asking for an explanation, I asked where you were. You have ten seconds to answer the question,” Yoongi snapped, the open ended threat being more menacing than if he had said what it implied.

“I’m at a-a coffee shop, one that’s about two blocks from the mall,” You replied weakly, fear gripping your gut, “But listen, I had a-“

The soft click of the other line was the most terrifying thing you could have heard. ‘Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! I royally fucked myself, Yoongi is super pissed,’ You thought to yourself as you buried your head in your hands, ‘What if Taehyung was right? What if I’m just another girl that’s going to be tacked onto his folder?’ You struggled to keep your breathing even as you sat in the booth, waiting for your impending doom.

You jumped at the sound of the shop’s door opening a few minutes later, knowing exactly who just walked in. You barely had time to turn around and look before Yoongi was right there, hoisting you up out of your seat by your arm and ushering you out of the shop and into his car without a word. If you didn’t think Yoongi was going to kill you, you would have nagged him about his manhandling habits, but right now you were too scared to even breathe.

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FEBRUARY 12TH, 2016 -2

ERIC: This is the same projector that I revealed to you guys that Kyle’s in the Illuminati, and now we’re gonna reveal another big secret to you guys; How I killed Trent Boyett.

ERIC: And it was totally legal ‘cause, y’know, self defense and all that.

ERIC: It all started when I woke up in the middle of the night, pissed off that I was being hunted by a crazy man and still had to do midterms the next day. 

 ERIC: So I thought, fuck the midterms, fuck school, I’m gonna steal their cheat sheet.

ERIC: So I bust into school, looking for the midterm answers that the stupid school people always leave with the school records.

ERIC: It’s 5 am and there’s some dudes around but I’m super sneaky so I get by easily.

ERIC: Then all of a sudden, Trent’s behind me with a knife on my back.

ERIC: Yeah, the pussy stabs from behind apparently. Anyway, the ratty hick says if I don’t tell him what I was trying to do he’ll stab me. So I tell this guy that I was just trying to get the answers to a test. And he says in his dumb accent, “wyell then, I think we can use this.” Like he’s some criminal mastermind or some shit. Please.

KYLE: Ugh… dude…

KYLE: You sounded exactly like him just now.
STAN:

ERIC: [sigh] Yeah… apparently we have really similar voices. 

ERIC: That’s awkward.

ERIC: So anyway, then he pulls out a gun and tells me to text Kyle to lure him out.

ERIC: I ended up doing it because I didn’t have a plan. I tried to give Kyle hints but Trent was over my shoulder so I couldn’t give him much.

ERIC: Then he ties me up and for two hours I’m sitting in a boiler room for like 2 hours.

ERIC:  All of a sudden I hear Kyle kicking the shit out of Trent next door, trying not to get stabbed. But I don’t know what’s actually happening.

Then after hearing Kyle scream SUPER FUCKING LOUD, Trent runs in and grabs me, dragging me to this warehouse place and tying me up to the wall. Yeah, the fucker tied me up twice. He double tied me.

He’s super pissy so he decides to just start carving letters in my back.

ERIC: It says “Never Forget” according to him.

Guess he was really passionate about 9/11.

After that he goes on a rant about how he’s gonna catch us all, stab us to death and write Never Forget on all of our backs. I think that’s a stupid plan, so I tell him. 

ERIC: After a few tries, I actually convince him it’s a better idea to wait till he has us all gathered in one place and burn us alive, the way Ms. Claridge was burned alive. That way he won’t kill me right away and I have enough time for an escape plan.

So after a while Trent goes out to try and find Stan or Kyle. As soon as he leaves, Kenny pops in and tells me he’s gonna free me.

But you guys know me. 

Once Trent left, I was free to bust out with just a little of Kenny’s help.

It takes a while to find Trent again but when I do, he has both Kyle and Stan held at gun point and Stan’s holding a fucking uzie or some shit.

I was thinking of just jumping in and choke-slamming Trent, but with that Uzie around I can’t do shit without risking getting sprayed.

So instead I go for the flank. Trent had hella tunnel vision so I could get away with crawling really quietly on the ground. He wasn’t gonna look down because he’s a dumbass.

Luckily I see the knife in his jacket pocket so I go for that… and while he’s giving his big gay speech…

I STAB HIM RIGHT THROUGH THE CHEST!

He screams like a pussy and starts bleeding out, and falls on the ground all rag-doll style.

Trent? Fucking dead. My friends? Happy to see me and in total awe of my greatness. Me? Fucking stylin on everyone.

And that’s the story of how I almost died but instead killed a man with my own two hands.

STAN: It’s great that you killed him and all, but  do you really think taking video of a slideshow was the way to go? Seems kinda lazy.

We could’ve at least reenacted it or something fun like that.

ERIC: HEY. I drew this with my own two hands. It took time and EFFORT. Appreciate my work, Stan!
STAN: Effort, huh?


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