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Devine (Part Four)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: non

Summary: As a young child you came in contact with an entity. It possessed your body and gave you unthinkable powers. You managed to keep your power hidden for the most of your life, but one day everything goes wrong and you get on the radar of The Avengers.

Word Count: 1.167

Originally posted by welcometoplanetrandom

It was close to midnight when you finally had the nerve to get out of your room to grab something to eat. You had been scared to go out and run into of The Avengers.

You slowly opened your bedroom door and checked if anyone was in the hallway. When you saw no one and heard no movement you let out a relieved breath and stepped into the dimly lit hallway.

You softly closed you bedroom door behind you and sneaked down the hallway, like some sort of burglar. It didn’t help either that you were wearing your hood over your head.

You sneaked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, looking for something addible.You only found a carton of orange juice and some cheese. You closed the fridge and moved to the pantries.

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For the Best

This is for @faith-in-dean‘s BMOL Writing Challenge. I do not own Mick or Ketch. They belong to the creators of Supernatural. 

Warnings: Angst! Slight Season 12 Spoilers!

Pairings: Mick Davies x fem!Winchester reader, Ketch

Originally posted by faith-in-dean

Mick wanted nothing more than to go to bed. The day had been long and hard. Hunting with the Winchesters was more difficult than he thought and Mick was just ready for the day to be over. He was ready to get to his room and pull his lady love close. The very thought made Mick smile.

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Imagine helping Dean dig up a grave.

A/N: This takes place S1E7 Hookman while Sam is watching Lori, you and Dean dig up the preacher’s grave.

Dean’s age-26

Sam’s age-22

Reader’s age-15

All gifs can be found here

“Why did I have to come with you?” You asked Dean while wiping sweat off your brow.

“Cause Sam needed some alone time with Lori, now pick up the pace, the sooner we get this done the sooner we can stop by that diner.” Dean responded.

You resumed digging the grave in silence when you broke the quiet again, “But why did he need alone with with Lori?”

“Ankle-biter” Dean groaned while leaning his head on the handle of his shovel. “He just does okay, after Jess he needs to get back out there.”

“How come he’s allowed to be ‘out there’ but I’m not?” You asked him with a smirk.

Dean looked at you dumbfounded, “You’re not allowed to date…like…ever. You know that.” He told you.

“Yeah, well, double standard.” You told him while smacking down on the coffin. “Yahtzee!”

Dean gave you a boost out of the hole before climbing out himself. He grabbed the salt and began salting the bones while you poured lighter fluid over the salt. Dean lit the match and tossed it into the hole. 

You both watched the bones burn for a bit before starting to gather everything up when Dean started talking to you, “You don’t really wanna go on dates do you? I mean, how do you even meet people?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t, it’s just fun to mess with you. Plus I’m not exactly your average teenage girl, dating isn’t an option, I know that.” You gave Dean a sad smile before zipping up the duffle and throwing it over your shoulder, “Can we go crash Sammy’s alone time now?”


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Bite Me (Part 10)

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean, minor OC’s (…a pairing is in the distant horizon… who do you think it’ll be?)

Warnings: mild language

Overview: You were raised in the hunter life. You fell out of it. It wasn’t your choice to get pulled back in.

Word Count: 1,862

A/N: This is the tenth installment in my first ever fanfic. Part 9 and 10 were originally one chapter, but I split them because this one is longer, hence the close together posting schedule. I’m adding a few more logs to the fire… These words, like everything else I write, are for me. Feel free to join me in the adventure.

Read (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9)


“Oh come on, Elana, you can’t be serious!” My friend, Mallory, was shaking her head in blatant disbelief.

We had just gotten out of dance class for the evening and had made our way to my workplace, settling into a corner table with a chai tea latte for me and something heavily flavored with pumpkin for her.  I shrugged at her and took a sip of my drink.

“But, I mean, come on! You’re twenty-six! You can’t still be…there’s no way you’re…” She was spluttering over her words.

“A virgin?” I finished for her, raising an eyebrow. “You act like the word is poisonous.”

She huffed and took a small sip from her mug before continuing, “I still don’t believe you. You’re a badass chick. Beautiful, confident,” she pointed a finger at me, “and sometimes even funny.”

I chuckled, “Wow, I didn’t realize those things directly correlated to sex.”

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I’m Only Human

(gif credit to the creators)

Part Three - Difficult Decisions

Master List

Pairing: Castiel x OFC
Word Count: 1,182
Warnings: language probably, usual SPN stuff
A/N: I still can’t get over how much you’re all loving this! Its absolutely amazing! If you’d like to be tagged let me know! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)

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You Said You Loved Me | Tate Langdon

Originally posted by sociallyawkwardcapricorn

paring: Reader x Tate

warnings: possible trigger warning, angst, some fluff

requested: by @xxstardustlarryxx


I ran up the stairs to my room, tears clouding my vision. I took the stairs two at a time until I finally made it to my room. I threw myself on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. My hands were shaking, so I laid them down on my stomach to try and settle them. I tried to calm my breathing but it wasn’t working too well. My throat felt so strained from holding back the tears.

I closed my eyes and just pictured myself anywhere but here. How easy would it be to just pack up and leave this place? I hate school. I hate that stupid bitch Jenna. I just wanna run away somewhere and never have to hear her again. A sudden wave of motivation running through me, I sprang up off my bed and pushed my closet open. I grabbed a duffel bag and threw it on the bed.

I began to toss clothes on the bed until I felt like I had enough. I stomped to the bed and began to fold the clothes. I took a deep breath and stopped and stared at what I was doing.

“Where you going?” A voice asked, making me jump and turn around to see Tate in my bean bag chair. I placed a hand over my heart and closed my eyes.

“Jesus, don’t scare me like that!” I said, sighing and sitting down on the bed.

He got up and walked over in front of me. “Sorry, but you’re scaring the hell out of me.”

“Why?” I said, furrowing my eyebrows.

“Because it looks like your leaving.” He said, glancing over to the bag of clothes.

“Oh, that…” I mumbled.

“Yeah. That.” He said, gesturing to it. “Are you okay, Y/N? You’ve been crying.”

Instictively, I wiped my face with my sleeve. “What? No, I haven’t.”

He gave me a knowing look and sat down next to me on the bed away from the duffel bag. “What happened?” He said, placing his hand on my knee and looking up to me with his big puppy dog eyes.

“Jenna…” I said, looking down at my lap and playing with my hands.

I felt Tate tense up. “What did she say?”

“It’s really not important, Ta-”

“It made you cry. It’s important.” He stated, sternly.

I gulped, closing my eyes, thinking about everything she said. I took a deep breath. “I was just minding my own business in the commons. I was looking at my phone. Jenna comes up and takes my phone from me. I tell her to give it back and she just laughs and says, ‘You can’t have any friends. Why do you need it?’ and I tried to snatch it back, but I couldn’t get it. It was already unlocked so she started going through it. I had written some things down in my notes.. some really personal stuff. She starts reading it out loud and there were tons of people there. Everyone just starts laughing and she’s just taunting me the whole time.” I said.

Tate grits his teeth and takes a deep sigh. “That fucking bitch. If I ever got a hold of her I would-”

“Tay, stop. It doesn’t matter.” I said, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze.

His features softened at the nickname you had for him, but he still looked furious. “So, what? You’re just going to leave?”

I looked back down to the bag and bit my lip. “Why wouldn’t I? What’s stopping me, huh?”

“What about the people that you care about here?”

“My parents wouldn’t miss me anyways.” I said, zipping the duffle bag up.

“I meant me.” He said.

I looked up from the bag, but not at him. I was too afraid I would be sucked in by those puppy dog eyes.

“Tay…” I started.

“You said you loved me. Isn’t that reason enough to stay?” He said, and I could hear him choking up.

I closed my eyes and thought about the night we kissed. The words flew out of my lips before I could even realize they had. Tate had grabbed my face and kissed me and I’d never felt anything like it.

We hadn’t spoken of it since. I was scared. Hell, I was terrified. Tate is stuck in this house forever. He is a ghost. How can I let myself go down that road? That’s just begging to get myself hurt. What if we move? What happens then?

I felt the tears well up in my eyes. “Tay, you’re my best friend.”

He shook his head and the tears fell down his face. All I wanted to do was run into his arms and say that I loved him and I want to be with him forever. But I didn’t.

“Y/N, don’t give me that bullshit. You can’t deny that you feel something for me. I see it all over your face.” He said, coming over to me and grabbing my face in his hands. I closed my eyes, refusing to look at him. “Y/N, look at me.” He whispered and I just shook my head.

The next thing I know, he’s kissing me. My eyes shoot open, but I just can’t make myself pull away. My eyes flutter shut and I begin to kiss him back. My hands fly to his hair and pull him as close to me as possible. Gosh, he just feels so real.

I pull away. “Tate, I can’t do this.”

“Why not?” He presses.

“Because you’re a ghost!” I said, frustrated.

He just stared at me and dropped his hands and backed away from me. “You think this is something I want? You think I chose this?” He yelled.

“Of course not! But what happens if I have to move? I can’t stay in this house forever!”

“Why not?” He yelled.

I just looked at him. I thought about the way he looked at me. I thought about the way he kissed me. I thought about how he looked scared as hell that I would walk out any minute. I loved him. What would I even do without him?

Without really thinking about how it could ever work, I grabbed him by his collar and kissed him again. His hands grabbed my waist and pulled me to him with a need I’ve never felt from another person. It’s like we couldn’t get close enough. I finally pulled away and looked up to him. “I love you, Tate. I’m not going anywhere.” I said, and wrapped my arms around him, placing my head in his neck.

Jerome Valeska Imagine #5: Books

Pairing: Jerome x Reader

Warnings: None

Requested: No

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You slid your hand across the bookshelf, looking for a book to buy. You were into any genre of book, so it made it hard to pick just one. When you picked one, you walked to the counter.

“Um, excuse me?” You asked the empty counter. You looked through the slightly ajar door and saw a boy with red hair with his pants down, his manhood plowing a woman’s behind, both beginning to moan rather loudly. Your eyes widened in shock and you left your money there on the counter and left. As you left the bookstore, the redhead came out of the room saw you walk quickly down the sidewalk.

The girl then came out of the room and hugged him from behind, “that was amazing, babe.”

The boy got angry, “don’t call me babe.”

The girl then backed away from the boy and went back to work.

Jerome looked down at the counter sadly, the girl who just left, it being you, was his girlfriend. His eyes began to tear up.

•••••

You wiped the tears from your eyes as you began to pack your things. The scene still playing in your head. Repeating every single thing. When you heard the door open, you quickly zipped up the duffle bag and walked out of it, Jerome walking up to you, “Y/N please.”

Ignoring him, you shove him out of the way and walk past him, only for him to grab your wrist forcefully and pull you back, “you aren’t going anywhere.” He growled.

You looked at Jerome with fear, your eyes beginning to water. He knew you had been in a previous relationship like this and vowed to never be the man your ex was. Jerome was a villainous man, but never towards the people he loved most. You shut your eyes and pulled away as soon as his facial features began to soften. “Y/N,” he spoke softly after you left out the door.

You walked the streets of Gotham, not knowing where to go. You looked down at your stomach, then back up, knowing exactly where to go. You went to the Gotham Library and went to the children section. You sat in the small gazebo and red a lot of baby books. Something your mother did when she was pregnant with you.

You read aloud, reading to the baby growing in your belly. You smiled at every word you said. The books you read, putting you in a good mood. You read and read until you fell asleep in the gazebo, a book covering your face.

Someone woke you up an hour later, it being your cheating boyfriend. He looked at you with vulnerable eyes, “Y/N, baby please. I’m sorry. I know what I did was really wrong, but I promise I won’t do it again. I swear on my own stupid life I won’t. Please just come home.” He sniffled.

“Why Jerome? Why did you do it? What did I do wrong?” You asked him.

He scooted closer to you, actually fitting in the thing together, and cupped your face, “you did nothing wrong, doll. Nothing. It was me. I was alone with a girl, and I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants. I’m so sorry. And I’m so fucking sorry for grabbing your wrist so harshly. I promised a lot of shit and I can’t keep any of them. But the one thing I can promise and will keep is the fact that I love you. I love you so much. I love you and our child.”

“Jerome, h-”

“I understand. If you don’t want-”

You roll your eyes and cut him off with a kiss. He kisses back immediately and passionately, as if he almost lost you. His arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his chest. You two fell onto the pillows that lay there. Jerome on top of you, his thumb caressing your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Jerome, but I can’t forgive you that easily.”

His face fell. “Why not?”

“Because what you did really hurt me, J. How long-”

“It was just that time. I promise.” He interrupted you, looking into your eyes.

You looked at him, “make it up to me, and we’ll see.” You say.

“How about I spend the rest of my life providing for you two,” he poked your belly.

“How did you know-”

“I saw the test in the bathroom. Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked you.

“I wanted to, today at the store, but-” you stopped yourself.

“Oh,” he said, then stayed silent.

His face falls, but you lift his chin, “but you know now.” You smile. “And I still love you, and I know somewhere inside all that mean and cruel, is a caring, beating heart. I know you won’t do it again, J. I know you.”

He smiled at your kind words. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You kiss him.

You pull away, but then Jerome brings you back into the sweet kiss. You hum into it as you pull away, “wanna stay with me and read these books I grabbed?”

“Boy would I love too!” He smiled widely like a young boy. “Read away, doll.” He smiled as he made himself comfortable.

The rest of the day you and Jerome sat in the library reading children’s books. Then spent some time talking about your baby.

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Note: I worked five hours today and I’m still a small ball of energy!😊

rooster-geek  asked:

Hey there! For that FAHC bonanza, could you do Gold Angel by Minke for Gavin? I feel like that song perfectly matches the rose gold aesthetic, it's got such a chill vibe and so much of Fake AH Gav's personality. (Sorry I don't really have much of a plot to go with it though!!)

Word Count: 1,132

Warnings: Guns

Song: Gold Angel by Minke

“He’s doing it again,” Jeremy whispered as you continued to dig through your bag taking inventory.

You sighed and looked over your shoulder at Michael and Gavin talking, seeming very engrossed in their conversation. You narrowed your eyes and looked back up at Jeremy, “Stop it. I need to take count. Make sure we have enough ammo.”

“I swear. He’s doing it right now,” Jeremy insisted.

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The Purge:Avengers Assemble *Avengers*

Originally posted by ujustneedbrave

Summary: The Purge, a night where for 12hrs all crime is legal. A night where people are allowed to do as they please. A group of unlikely individuals end up battling for their lives in a billionaire’s mansion.
Steve and Bucky, a pair who go out on Purge night to help citizens. Natasha and Clint, a pair who came together one Purge night and now are hired to assassinate on that night. Tony a billionaire who makes weapons for that night. Bruce, an unlucky man with a shitty car. And Thor, a man with an unfortunate brother situation. 
Warnings: Violence, blood, implied smut, talk of sex, implied rape scenes. 
Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Thor & Loki, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Wanda Maximoff(sequel), Pietro Maximoff(sequel), The Howling Commandos, Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster, T’Challa and Peter Parker (Sequel)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers (unsure if I should add reader insert, let me know. May do WinterWitch> Bucky x Wanda, if not, I can add reader and maybe put her with Bucky)


Tony 5 Hours Before Purging

“Mr Stark, do you have any thoughts on the latest weapon you have issued out for Purge night?” one female news reporter asked.

Tony stood in front of many press, news reporters and journalists. This was his life, making new weapons every year for normal people to use on purge night, a lot of people like him make money from this… distasteful night. Only he makes the most. Every year Tony Stark releases a new weapon, limited to that year of Purge.

“Well, this year’s weapon is very unique, nothing like I have made previously.” He spoke clearly into the microphone, signature Stark smirk upon his lips, “this year’s weapon is called the Mark XXIV or Tank is what I like to call it, only the daring will use it. Beautifully plated chrome and gold, it’s around the same size of a .500 S&W Magnum. Not a revolver, works like a standard handgun.” Pictures popping up of his limited Purge gun of the year, “of course my own little twist is added, electromagnet was added to give it that extra… push in the modern age of purging.”

Besides being known for making money from the Purge night, Tony also deals with clean energy, two very different fields and completely trumping every and all other companies in both. Which is why Tony doesn’t participate in Purge night, he’s been a target since taking over Stark Industries from his father. His parents were both purged when he was only a teen. This often has people wondering why he went into the business of making weapons specifically for Purge night.

“Will you not be participating in this year’s Purge, Mr Stark?” Another spoke up causing Tony to chuckle lightly.

He shakes his head, “No, I will not be participating this year. I do hope however that the people purging like the weapon this year, it will be selling at gun stores as of right now, and remember if you don’t get one you can always purge for one.”

He smiled and nodded to his team before being escorted away back to his lockdown mansion.

Steve 4.5 Hours Before Purging

Originally posted by james-barnes

Steve double checked every bag was equipped and every gun was loaded, causing his friends to all groan with annoyance from the dining table they all sat playing Poker around. He simply chuckled and threw the last gun into a green duffle and zipping it up.

“You’ll be thanking me for all this double checking,” Steve smiled and pulled out a chair, his friends all chuckling or rolling their eyes in response.

Dum Dum Dugan, loudly laughing as a cigar stuck out the left side of his mouth, “in your dreams Rogers. The day I say thank you is the day someone knifes me on Purge night.”

Steve simply rolled his eyes and took a drink from Gabe; he had met all these men when serving for his country, he and his best friend Bucky went into line of action. They all went onto special ops, forming their own small team before they served their time, now they all live relatively normal lives.

Except when its Purge night. They band together and patrol the streets of Brooklyn, sometimes venturing as far as New York, only to help stranded civilians. Help families who can’t protect themselves, they’ve also been known to steal from shops also but they are relatively good people on Purge night.

“Hey, Punk, did you see the new limited weapon from Stark?” a voice called from behind Steve, he craned his neck and see his best friend since childhood walk into the room, cigarette dangling from behind his left ear and denim jacket was thrown carelessly over one shoulder. “It’s a whopper of a gag, chrome gold and scarlet red.”

Steve rolls his eyes, Bucky had never been fond of Mr Stark’s limited weapons for Purge Night, not that Steve was but he couldn’t help but Marvel at some. “Why do you get so angsty over him?”

“I do not,” Bucky places a hand on the back of his chair, looking down at Jacques cards and offering a word of advice between his yearly rant. “He just is really promoting this bullshit thing, despite what happened, you’d think he’d show some sympathy for others who had lost their parents, innocently, to purge night.”

“Okay, Jerk but you totally get angsty over him every year; even the guys agree.” Bucky looked at his friends who all nodded, Dum Dum laughing almost choking on his own cigar at Bucky’s face.

He pulls the cigarette from behind his ear, lighting it with a sour expression causing Steve to chuckle, earning a smack upside the head from Buck. He turned and frowned at Bucky, who smirked and earned a middle finger.

Natasha & Clint 3 Hours Before Purging

Originally posted by spiderandhawk

“Let’s filler her up on gas, also get some snacks,” Clint called as Natasha exited the passenger’s seat, rolling her green eyes lazily at her best friend, nodding once before walking towards the gas station shop as Clint pulled the pump from the gas tank.

Natasha walked into the store, nodding once at the owner, an elderly man with a perky smile and it was that smile that made Natasha feels slightly queasy. People don’t just go out and murder in cold blood on purge night, no, people are kidnapped and…raped throughout the 12 hours. Something Natasha has witnessed first-hand.

She scanned the shelves for some potato chips, grabbing beers also just because it will take the edge off; she shut the fridge door and turned bumping into somebody. Looking up she jumped slightly, staring back at her wasn’t a normal face but one covered by a mask, specifically a clown like one made from plastic.

She sighed, “purge isn’t for another three hours, loser, get in line for the queue willing to kill me.” She stepped around the man, who just watched her, rolling her eyes and walking to the counter where she paid for the snacks and beer; giving her blessing for a good purge night before leaving the store and walking back to the car.

“Well, don’t they look friendly,” Natasha looked up as she reached the car to see Clint nod his head across the car park.

Originally posted by begavet

Sure enough, there was the same guy, head tilted to the side as he looked right back at the pair. Only this time, there were others crowding him, all masks on and holding various weapons. Holding Skateboards in one of their hands, that must be how they’re travelling around, Natasha thought to herself. A young group of teens, probably participating in their first purge night.

They got in their car, Natasha’s eyes still staring back at the group; a part of her knew she’d be seeing them later as Purge night starts. A horrible settling feeling in her gut, she didn’t often feel this unsettled by this night but she did this time, a part of her knows she maybe should have had pleaded Clint to stay in tonight.

“You okay, Nat?” Clint asked glancing back at her before going back to the road, pulling on his purple sunshades, Natasha rolled her green eyes at her best friend.

“Fine, they just creeped me out,” she shrugged gently her eyes drifted to the mirror a saw a figure in the distance come into view. Her breath caught in her throat even from here she knew.

Thor 2 Hours Before Purging

Originally posted by casisnotinfire

Thor watched as the window shutters came down earlier than usual. Thick metal creating a shadow as they keep anyone from coming in and especially anyone getting out.  His brow furrowed, they never come down this early, and he turned out of his room and down to the living area.

His family are respected in the neighbourhood; they’ve also been a respected family for hosting Purge parties, something Thor isn’t fully behind. He’s watched his family purge innocent people, unfortunately, lower class people who offer their lives for money for their families, different circumstances but still the horrible conclusion.

His mother and father sat in the living room, TV playing the countdown news channel to purge night; he coughed lightly earning their attention.

“The shutters?” he simply asked eyebrows furrowing as his mother just sighed, giving her husband a look for him to answer.

His father looked at him, he lost an eye during one unfortunate purge night, “I’ve closed the shutters early because we are not purging this year. None of us, a few trustworthy people have been telling me that someone is after my boys.” Thor frowned deeply.

“Let them come, let them figure out what a mistake they’ve made.” Thor burst earning his brother to come into the room, holding a book in hand he looked between Thor and their dad. Loki was adopted, taken in when his family was killed on Purge night, by Thor’s family and it was the least they could do for the young boy.

Their father shakes his head, “this isn’t up for discussion, and you have less than two hours to tell your friends that you can’t be part of their plans, this house is going under locked down for the first time in ten years.”

Thor leaves in a huff, walking through the halls once again to his room and sitting on his bed. It’s not that he likes to purge but it’s a way to let off the steam that is built. That’s what purging is meant for, letting your inner demons out for that one night.

He doesn’t know how long he sat there for but he gets up, hearing his parents down the hall talking amongst themselves, deciding he should talk his brother Loki he ventures further down the halls. He accepted Loki as his brother straight away; he hates what his family did to his family, partly why he hates purge night also.

He hears light murmurs coming from his brother’s room, the door a creak open and Thor shouldn’t snoop but he does. He looks through the slither; Loki is on the phone, talking quietly in hushed, cautious tones.

“No, my family has this place on locked down, it’s gonna be even more difficult to take him out than before.” Loki mutters down the phone, “he won’t be on the streets; you’ll have to come in and kill him from in here, killing him will be easy enough. Once that is done, you have what I want?” Thor can’t hear the other end but the conversation doesn’t sound too good, “if anyone gets in your way you have my permission to cut them down, trust me, it’s madness I know but killing Thor and his family will be a blessing for us both.”

Thor’s eyes widen, he steps away from the door and frowns, turning around abruptly he debates on telling his parents. His mind swarming as he walks down the hallways, mind reeling on this information, his brother wants him dead? For what reason, he does not know but he felt sick. He couldn’t tell their parents, whoever it is just wants him, if he leaves Frigga and Odin won’t be killed because of him.

He grabs his coat and pulls on some shoes, opening the front door quietly and leaves. He had to get to his friends before the Purging begins.

Bruce 30 Minutes Before Purging

“No, no, please no.” Bruce cries from inside his car, pushing his glasses up his nose as he tries the gas again… nothing. “Shit.” He opens the car door and scratches his hair, no one was gonna let him use their phone or hide out, especially on a night like this.

He was miles from his safe house, he had no way of getting help, and he was well and truly fucked. Any other night, any other night this could have happened but nope had to be tonight. He leant against the car and pulled his glasses off if he was gonna be killed might as well be able to see them through his glasses without smudge marks.

If he walked through the city it would take an hour, only the city is always crawling with purgers, people not caring if he was left out by accident. This night is about survival. Bruce isn’t good at surviving, despite being known for having a temper, often told to go out and purge that anger out himself… he can’t. Something about taking another’s life isn’t something he likes the idea of.

Originally posted by eoneanz

He pulls his bag from the car, taking his keys out; he probably won’t see this car again. Keep to the backstreets and move as quickly as he can. He opened his bag and pulled his tablet out, opening the case an odd looking card was stored there, frowning Bruce picked it up and examined it closely. 

A playing card, a Joker on the front. He flipped it over and on the back of the card in black marker was the words, ‘You Angry Yet?’. Someone set this up. 

‘Twenty Minute till Purge Night’, he heard the faint warning sign from the city ahead. Fuck!

Purge Begins

Steve

Originally posted by tomshardy

“You guys ready?” Steve asked turning to his friends, each one nodding and walking out the door with him.

The Brooklyn streets were deathly silent as the siren quietens down, leaving nothing but the realisation that it would be a long twelve hours of survival, something Steve still gets a kick out of since leaving the force. The adrenaline slowly pumping through his veins.

The click of a lighter fills the silence; Steve turns his head to watch Dum Dum and Gabe light a cigar each, he chuckled lightly before going back to surveying the area. Blue eyes piercing any shadows and ears listening for anyone watching them.

“You heard back from Rumlow?” Bucky walked up beside Steve’s side, looking at his best friend who was full focused on looking for any unwanted attention, “cause he seemed pretty pissed that you didn’t want to join his squad tonight.”

“He’ll get over it, he knows how I feel about purging, he couldn’t have thought I’d join his crusade to pillage houses for… women and murder.” Steve winced at his words which were true beyond the belief.

Bucky chuckled slightly, “pillage? Steve, it isn’t counted as murder tonight, remember? Maybe you should join Rumlow, you got a heck of a lot of demons tonight.” He offered lightly.

“So, just because the laws are gone for twelve hours it doesn’t count? Lives are still lost in cold, hard blood. Nothing is changed just the fact that the government is looking the other way. You won’t catch me doing what any of those other groups do,” Bucky stared at his friend’s profile for a moment before nodding.

“Gee’ you got a heck of an opinion,” Bucky clapped Steve’s shoulder before nodding to the others to walk further into Brooklyn.

Steve knew Brock didn’t like him declining him, in fact, he had told him to watch his back on that purge night. Steve glanced behind them, staring down the street, almost willing Rumlow to come round the corner to confirm his threat. His name is called by James Falsworth; he turns to the British friend who just offers a smile.

“You okay Rogers?” he nods once, offering a confident smirk and the two jog to catch up with the others.

**

“Shit!” Steve yelled from behind a wall, gun raised and panting heavily from beside Dum Dum, who was yelling about how he dropped his cigar. “How many do you think there are?”

“Too Goddamn many, Cap” was yelled gruffly in his ear, his friends always brought up the nickname on this day, it used to irk him but now he has grown accustomed to the name.- mostly cause it makes him remember his army days.

Steve sighed harshly and peeked out from the corner, a gun goes off and a bullet skims past his face by a few inches, Dum Dum pulls Steve back by the collar and laughs.

“Hey, his face is all he has going for him,” he yells over the roaring of gunshots causing Steve to chuckle.

“We are on their turf.” Steve yelled back, smirk settling on his face as Dum Dum made a grunting noise, cocking his gun and lightening another cigar, “plus they have those limited edition guns and let’s be honest, they’re pretty darn good’.” Dum Dum sighed and nodded in agreement, tipping his hat as he looked over Steve’s shoulder.

“Who the hell is that idiot?”

Steve turned with a frown and sure enough, there was a man wondering on the Brooklyn Street, in what Steve has called ‘no man’s land’, between him and the other Purgers. Doesn’t this dude know what night it is? He’s walking around no weapon, looking lost and as if he has nothing to worry about.

“Call the guys for back up, I’mma have to go in and get that idiot outta the street.” Steve sighed and placed his gun sling around his shoulder, rubbing his fingerless, leather clad gloves together.

Natasha & Clint

“I really don’t think we should be stopping, Clint” Natasha muttered to her friend who just shrugged his shoulders.

She felt jittery, she hadn’t felt this jittery since her first purge night and that was years ago, she was a child and her father forced her to take part. The streets were dark, illuminated by street lamps and all she could hear was silence.

“What’s got you so tense?”

“Those idiots back at the gas station,” she muttered and Clint frowned gently, “I don’t know, I just have a weird feeling something bad is gonna happen tonight, I haven’t felt like this since the purge night I met you.” She admitted with a small frown, looking out the car window.

Clint nodded lightly and sighed, “Listen, we got this. We’ve been doing this as a team for years. If anyone can handle those hooligans it’s us, even you on your own.” Natasha chuckled and nodded.

“We need to lose the car anyway,” Clint tells her opening his door, Natasha frowned and followed him to the trunk where he pulled out the duffle bag and his bow and arrows.

Clint was very particular with how he purged, he used to do archery as a child and decided to incorporate that skill to his purging. Natasha marvelled at his artistic skill and hawk-eye but she didn’t understand why he’d always prefer a bow over a gun.

“We are being tracked.”

“What? By who?” she looked behind them and watched the street they had just driven down, deep down she knew by who but she just wanted Clint’s confirmation, his assurances that she hasn’t been going insane during their car journey.

“Those guys from the gas station, I didn’t want to say anything till I was sure and then you confirmed the odd feelings I’ve been getting since we left that place,” he sighed gently and she chuckled pulling two guns from the duffle.

Placing them in her thigh holsters, pulling on her leather jacket and placing a blue baseball cap over her red hair; as if that somehow helped her keep a low profile. Clint zipped up a bomber jacket and slung his arrows carrier over his shoulder, holding his custom made quiver and looked at Nat as he shut the boot and threw the keys over his shoulder.

“We need an up high area,” he looked around pulling his shades off and looking around.

“Do you hear that?” Natasha asked stepping around her friend and listening. There in the distance a round of bullets being fired, “someone’s having a fun night.” She grinned over her shoulder.

“And we have a job remember? Over twenty grand is on this,” he sighed as Natasha walked towards the noise and Clint groaned before following after her, something in the distance caught Natasha’s eye and she made the mistake of looking.

Sure enough, there was the group from the gas station skating down the road towards them. Clint grabbed Nat’s hand.

“Let’s hope whoever is firing will help us take these punks out,” he whispered and pulled her along as they ran up the street.

Bruce

He had figured out he was in Brooklyn, he knew to keep away from Queens, some purger is known as Spiderman. No one knew who that person was because he wore a mask, like most, only from stories the mask is terrifying. 

He was near Prospect Park from signs when bullets started to fly at him. He ducked and hid behind a lone car, people yelling and firing at his cover, not even two hours into Purge and he’s already gonna die. Brilliant, just what he needed his car to break down and now this, to be fired at and killed in Brooklyn?

“HEY!” Bruce looked up and sees a very tall, muscular man staring at him from behind a corner. Army gear on, rugged looking face and a gun firing bullets at the people firing at him, “DON’T YOU KNOW WHAT NIGHT IT IS?”

“YEAH, MY CAR BROKE DOWN. I’M STUCK MILES FROM MY SAFE HOUSE.” Why was Bruce telling the man this? He just had a good guy vibe about him. Bruce watched as the man talked to the guy beside him, also in army greens, bowler hat and cigar hanging from the man’s mouth, they talked before that guy got in position to cover him.

Bruce watched as the mystery man ran, full on ran whilst being shot at to Bruce and ended up skidding, sliding and stopping beside Bruce. This guy was serious. Probably actually from a military background, no wonder he is out on purge night.

“Don’t worry we aren’t actually purging,” Bruce raised his eyebrows and nods, “I’m Steve Rogers, got a name?”

“Bruce Banner,” Steve frowned, “Yeah, that scientist guy who raged on live TV at a world peace ceremony.” Steve chuckled.

“Nicknamed the Hulk cause of that,” Bruce sighed and nodded, “kinda like Jekyll and Hyde thing. People call your rage side Hulk, yeah; my boys showed me the YouTube video.” Bruce groaned and that made Steve chuckle.

“Listen, all I care about is getting you to safety, Doctor.” Bruce smiled and nodded, watching as Steve peaked over the car, “when I say run, run towards Dum Dum.” Bruce sucked in a breath and nodded and after a few seconds, “RUN.”

Bruce got up and ran towards the man who was covering them both, Steve turned and started to shoot at the other purgers hitting three before getting to safety himself, he nodded for them to meet up with the others.
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Originally posted by sikanapanele

“Rogers,” the three stopped and he sighed as a group of well-armed men walked towards them “good to see you purging, where are your other boys?” Steve locked his jaw and glanced at Dum Dum who held his gun tighter.

Bruce counted ten men including the one talking; they couldn’t take them, especially with himself so unequipped.

“Back at our place, I see you’ve already started and it’s not even into hour two, Rumlow,” Steve mentioned stiffly to the burning house just a few yards from them and Rumlow grinned cockily at that.

“Just doing what this night is about, you should let loose Cap, you are looking a little bit screwed too tight,” Rumlow smirked.

Rumlow was a tanned, tall and dark haired man. Almost as well built as Steve but somehow Bruce knew that if it came to it, Rumlow could easily take down Steve, he had a very uneasy feeling about this group. Especially with their smirks, clearly, they’re doing more than going around shooting people on purge night.

“Recruiting are we?” Bruce looked at Rumlow who was smiling at him, a chill ran through him as he pushed his glasses up, “please tell me you aren’t going around taking people’s purges, Rogers?”

“He’s a friend; we should get going, happy purging Rumlow,” Steve tells him and that makes Rumlow smile.

“Keep an eye on your men, Rogers. If they stop any of my team from purging tonight, we all won’t hesitate to shoot.” Rumlow calls.

“Neither will us.” Steve shot back before watching Rumlow leave round the corner with his men, “we gotta find the others and get you a weapon.” Bruce sighs and follows the two men.

( Happy Halloween. Let me know what you think. I’m kind of making the storylines in Marvel fit the Purge AU, also let me know if I did reader insert, who should I pair reader with. Kind of don’t want Steve x Reader, but give me feedback. Anything you want to happen? this is just the first part and it’s over 4,000 words. - Rosalee)

The Human Way

Title: The Human Way 

Prompt: @wayward-mirage: Ask and you shall receive!  Lucifer x reader.  And let’s go with public smut if you are comfortable writing it.  If not, then how about watching fireworks together.  *** I decided to go with the public smut ^^ 

 Summary: Lucifer decides he wants to help you out on a case, but when he sees you in your FBI attire, that tight skirt…he can’t help but get a little frisky.  

 Warnings: SMUT

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Originally posted by markpellegrinoworld

There were a lot of benefits to being a hunter.  You had one hell of a poker face.  It was hard to surprise you.  You were able to stay calm in intense and awkward situations.

The disadvantage of dating and being in love with an archangel…he proved all of those benefits you thought you had…wrong.

“I’m just curious. You are always hunting, I want to see what it is like.”  Lucifer stated as he sat at the small table in your motel room.  

He had stopped by last night and the two of you spent the night in, enjoying each other’s company.  Both of you had been pretty busy lately, so it was nice to have some time together.  And Lucifer decided it would be great to prolong that time, and accompany you on a hunt.

“Alright, you can come.  But you follow my lead, we do it the human way, and no killing anyone.”  You said quickly as you zipped up your duffle.

Lucifer remained silent for a moment before agreeing to your terms.  You began discussing the case with him, giving him all the details and giving your ideas of what the monster of the week could be.

And before too long, you were sitting in your car in front of the police station.

“I approve of that skirt.”  He spoke seductively as he looked you over.

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Time Warp

Summary : Balthazar catches one of the readers secret possessions.

Pairing : Balthazar x Reader

Word Count : 1473

Warnings : Smut and Cursing


Originally posted by supernaturaldaily


Finishing up the summoning spell, glancing back over at the holy oil. Noticing Balthazar now standing in the middle of it, you smile a ‘devilish smile’. Walking back over to the table to the side, you grab the angel blade giving it a quick glance over.

‘Always nice to see you Balthazar, I wish everyone else could say that. But seeing as we were there when Castiel, well what we thought that he killed you. Care to explain?’ You mumble out trying to form the right words.

‘Listen closely, not for very much longer, I’ve got too…..’ Balthazar starts speaking with a smirk.

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I wanna be the very best.

One long night after a long hard patrol.
Bruce had stalked off God knows where pulling off his cowl as he grumbled to himself.

Dick was tugging a furious Damian towards the showers who was spitting feathers about being given observation duty.

This left Tim and Jason stood in the Cave throwing each other sideways glances. Awkward didn’t quite cover it.
Tim slipped off to go do whatever Tim did on the Batcomputer (It’s best not to ask)
Jason slunk off to start packing up his gear. Instead of just packing away his guns he began slyly removing the rubber bullets and loading live ammo. (Again, it’s best not to ask)

‘I am the best like no one else ever was. I am the son of Batman I will not be sidelined -’
Damian’s ranting at Dick caught the pairs attention before it trailed off again into incomprehensible echoes.

'I wanna be the very best, like no one ever was.’ Jason mocked under his breath as he zipped up his duffle bag.
'To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause.’ Tim sang under his breath, a malicious smirk spreading across his face as he carried on typing.
'I will travel across the land, searching far and wide.’ The pair sang in unison, both turning to give the other a cautious look that dared the other to do what they were going to do.
A chair screeched and a bag clattered to the ground.
'Each Pokemon, to understand, the power that’s inside!’
Jason’s lips turned up slightly and Tim, well Tim just 'fanboyed’.

Dick finally managed to get Damian showered and calmed down. Dragging his little brother along, he returned to the main part of the Cave to find Bruce doing the impossible. He looked, shocked and possibly heartbroken.
Moving to stand next to him Dick soon saw the reason why Bruce’s jaw was hitting the floor.

Tim and Jason were singing and dancing about on the training mats. Baseball caps had appeared from who knows where, which both were wearing back to front with huge, very out of character, grins.
Finishing the verse they were singing the pair flipped onto the vaulting horse. Two fists flew up into the air for an enthusiastic performance of the chorus.

'Pokemon (Gotta catch 'em all), it’s you and me.
I know it’s my destiny! Pokemon! Oh you’re my best friend, in a world we must defend!’

'Grayson? What- what are they doing? I fear Drake and Todd had finally completely lost all grip on their sanity.’ Damian muttered, watching the tacky dance moves that matched the tacky singing in horror. 'What’s Pokemon?’

Dick looked like he was going to melt into a puddle of goo.
'It’s before you’re time Little D. They’re bonding over 90’s TV.’
Grinning Dick brushed away the tear in his eye as Jason and Tim turned to hold hands and reach for he sky.

'You teach me and I’ll teach you. Pokemon (Gotta catch 'em all!)’

That was until Jason saw he had an audience. Promptly pushing Tim off the horse he stormed off, duffle bag over his shoulder.
'Jokes over, Replacement.’
'Sure thing.’ Tim mumbled in reply.

Imagine #5 Daryl [Requested]

The scavenge of supplies had been a success;stumbling across a daycare center that had treasures cluttering the cabinets. Daryl remains silent, helping cram necessities in the burlap duffle with a thoughtful expression on his handsome muddled face. He wasn’t as mysterious or skilled at hiding his emotion as he speculated he was or maybe, due to the apocalyptic chaos, you’d improved the ability to translate his demeanor. He reveled in your presence, savoring the fact that you never pressed him to voice the troubles plaguing his mind.

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There was one spare room at the moment at the London Alliance HQ. It was tiny, and it reminded Shepard of her “cell” when she was incarcerated in Vancouver. The view then had been better, overlooking a beautiful city, the same city she knew Kaidan was probably in more than once during her six months behind bars. But she wouldn’t trade this for that any day.

She let out a pleased sigh, looking at where they would be staying for the night. It had taken so much bitching and moaning - from both of them - for this to happen. The nurses and Miranda had pressed hard to keep her in the hospital, but she promised she’d come back. And if she didn’t, the entire Alliance would be on their asses.

“Nice?” Kaidan asked.

Shepard smiled. “It’s nice.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her head. “Good.”

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Out for a stroll (closed rp)

You zipped closed a large duffle bag, effectively hidden in the woods near the outskirts of town. It was time to stock up on food once again, this was just the first of many. However your hunger got the best of you, and you made quick work of this one. All that was left was an arm. You used the scarf around your neck to wipe the remaining blood from your face. Just as you were slipping your coat on over your blood stained clothes, a sound came from somewhere behind you. Had someone come because of the noise earlier? You slowly turned around, ears down and your tail swishing about nervously as you called out.

“I-is someone there?”
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Good Plan - Part Four

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Summary: You decide to give things with Sam a try, and an argument with your dad leads to a conversation with your uncle.

Words: 1,096

Sam x Reader

Warnings: None (family argument)

Your name: submit What is this?

The next morning, you woke Sam up with a kiss.

You knew it was a bold move, but you also knew that he would have absolutely no objections to waking up that way.

You were right.

“Hey,” he smiled, leaning in and kissing you again.

“Morning,” you grinned, prying yourself from his strong arms so you could get to the bathroom, “I’m going for a shower.”

Sam sat up straight, “I could join you?”

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I Always Knew

Summary: You break up with Harry because he cheated on you, and you can’t take it anymore.

Rain pelted against the bedroom window, and I found it hard to stay calm. The television echoed throughout the room even though I wasn’t watching it. It created a distraction but failed miserably. There were too many things on my mind to pay attention to anything else. Every time I looked at the clock it was later than the last time I checked.

Suddenly, I could not sit still anymore. I could not simply wait for the inevitable. It would eat me alive, and I sacrificed too much to subject myself to the crippling torture of waiting around.

I forced myself out of the bed and stalked over to the closet. I quickly changed into some pants and a t-shirt. Then I began to angrily pull out some of my clothes hanging up to store in a duffle bag. Words did not describe the hurt and fury I felt all at once. It was weighing over me heavily, and I couldn’t ignore it. My world had been crumbling before me all along, and I was now reaping the benefits of it.

I was packing on autopilot. The numbness was soothing, and I welcomed it with open arms. I welcomed anything to get my mind off of just how much this crushed me. It was when I heard his car pull up that a sense of apprehension washed over me.

I zipped the duffle bag closed. Then I made my way downstairs just as he appeared in the doorway. His hair was unruly like he had been running his fingers through it or rather someone else. I looked at the way his lips were a shade darker than normal. I cringed at the thoughts running rampant in my head. They just refused to leave me be.

He saw me almost immediately and paused. His emerald eyes trailed down to the bag in my hand, then back up to my face. I gulped, preparing to confront him rationally. I was too naïve to believe that I could be capable of such. There was no such thing as rational when it came to Harry.

“Uh, hey.” He greeted, eyeing my bag again wearily.

I cleared my throat. “I’m leaving. Y/BFF/N will be here tomorrow to collect the rest-“

“Leaving? What are you talking about? Where are you going?”

“That no longer concerns you. Harry, I’m done.”

He stepped towards me only for me to take a step back. “Y/N, please explain to me what I did this time. Did I forget to take out the trash? Or, are you upset that I didn’t check in with you? What could it be now?”

Agitation pooled in my veins. “I can’t do this anymore. Now, if you’ll excuse me…I would like to leave.”

His featured softened when I attempted to move past him. “Listen, I’m sorry. It doesn’t matter what I did. I’m sorry. Please stay.”

“It does matter! You can’t just sleep with whoever the hell you want and expect me to be okay with it! You can’t sneak around at any hour of the night and climb back into our bed! I’m not some doormat that you can come and use as you please. I’m a person who has feelings, Harry.”

“Who told you that?”

I scoffed. “No one had to tell me. I can smell her on you for God’s sake. I notice how distant you’ve become. You don’t even call me in the middle of the day to say ‘I love you’ anymore. I have no idea who you are. Frankly, I don’t want to wait around to find out exactly who that is.”

His eyes glistened over. I watched his irritation from earlier change into a look of remorse. He had every reason to be guilty, and I had every right to be angry at him. All the love I gave to him was stolen and given to someone else as I watched. I was too blinded by my love for him to recognize the far away expression he always had.


I remember the nights much like this when I stayed up…just waiting. Waiting for him to come home to me. Waiting to hear his car pull up outside our house. Waiting for him to climb into bed beside me. Waiting for him to wrap his arms around me and whisper how much he missed me. Waiting and waiting for the illusion he engraved into my mind as
love.

What he gave me was far from love. If you love someone, you would never treat them like he treated me. He would have never even considered or entertained the thought of being with another woman.

“Y/N, it was just a onetime thing. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“But you did hurt me, Harry. And look where it got you…”

I didn’t even want to point out yet another one of his lies. I know he was with her more than once. I know everything he said to me in the past month is a lie. I know he didn’t love me like I loved him. I always knew.

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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1462

Warnings: Angst, implied smut no descriptions

AN: This just came out as pure angst and I have no idea why. I’m sorry lol. I hope you like it though. Thank you for erasing my doubt @jalove-wecallhimdean. I don’t feel like I am any good at angst but she reassured me this was more than okay.

Request: Request, cause you’re so lovely and such an amazing writer! I love you! Could I request a Whoever you feel compelled to write, with lots of fluff (smut if you so feel inclined) but whoever comes across reader who’s using herself as bait and they hang back to discover she’s in over her head– @plaidstiel-wormstache

Originally posted by supernaturalgifscollection


Being bait was never your idea of fun, but sometimes it was a necessary evil. This was one of those cases. There had been reports of girls fitting your description showing up dead after visiting a local nightclub. The bodies were always found drained of blood and you had found several tiny fangs at the last crime scene. You were definitely dealing with a vampire.


You had to go shopping for a dress that would help catch the attention of the vamp, not that you were looking forward to it. You were definitely more of a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, but you did what you had to do for the job. You squeezed into the tiny black number, trying desperately not to think about how much skin was hanging out for the world to see, and made your way to the club just down the street from your current motel.


You didn’t always hunt alone, at one point in time you had several different hunting partners throughout your career. You just had trust issues that went beyond basic repair, which didn’t make you the easiest person to work with. You’d do anything for the other person, but would never let them do anything for you. Dean Winchester was the only one you had come close enough to trusting, and he had tossed that all out of the window the second his father called him. You understood it in a way, family is supposed to be important, you just never had much of a family to hang onto.

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Think of Me

Title: Think of Me 

Character and Song Choice: Sam—Think of Me. This will be one of six stories inspired by songs from ‘The Phantom of the Opera’.  Each will be a different song and a different character from Supernatural and how their relationship is with you, and will be pretty agnsty.  See the links below for the other five stories. 

Summary: You had spent a wonderful year with Sam, as he took off time from hunting.  But when he decides he needs to get back to work, you wonder if he will even remember you now that he is gone.  But not only did he remember you, he never stopped loving you.   

Warnings: Angst.   

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Originally posted by pagingdoctorsaxxy

Think of me, think of me fondly, when we’ve said goodbye.

 

You watched from the door as Sam packed up his clothes in a duffle bag.  He said he needed to go to help his brother, that if he could, he would be back soon.  But you knew better.  If he was planning on being back soon, he wouldn’t be packing all of his clothes. You knew that this was going to be a final goodbye, no matter how much you didn’t want it to be.  

 

Remember me, once in a while, please promise me you’ll try.

 

He put the last of his clothes in his duffle and zipped it up.  Sam quickly looked around the room once again, making sure he didn’t miss anything, as you struggled to keep the tears at bay.  You wouldn’t cry…you wouldn’t let yourself give into that despair…not until Sam was gone.  He turned back to you and gave you a sad smile.  

 

When you find, that, once again, you long to take your heart back and be free.

 

“Come here…”  He said, holding a hand out to you.  

You were quick to take his hand before burying yourself into his chest, holding him close.  You took a deep breath, trying to memorize his smell, his touch, how he felt against you.

“I promise, next time I come through, I will be right here.”  He said softly, kissing your head.  

 

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