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fandomtrashhh · 2 years ago

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Updated for Episode 12

So I did a thing. I went back to every episode of The Winchesters and I wrote down everything that Dean has said so far, and I realized moreso than before how EVERYTHING he says not only is the lesson/theme of the episode, but it all also applies to himself. Also, I'm not sure if other people realize this because not everyone is into classic rock as I am, (many of the songs are rock songs) but all the songs also match what the episodes are about. Let's start with episode 1.

Sorry if I overlooked something or for any mistakes, I did not rewatch every episode to make this.

I also apologize for how long this is. If I knew how to add the "read more" on this post I totally would.

Major spoilers for all episodes of the Winchesters ahead!!!

Episode 1, "Pilot": March 3rd, 1972. The day Dad came home from the war, and the day he met Mom. Now I know this story might sound familiar, but I'm gonna put the pieces together in a way that just might surprise you. And in order to do that, I have to start all the way at the beginning.

Obviously, Dean is just starting the story. He tells us this is when John and Mary are going to meet, and he's also foreshadowing what's to come. This is why I have high hopes for this show, because Dean says so in the beginning that even though you think you might know everything, there's really more to the story.

Dean also narrated at the very end of the episode:

What they didn't know is that the Akrida weren't just a threat to Earth, but to all of existence. Now, like I told you, there's gonna be some surprises. Hell, I'm still trying to find all the puzzle pieces myself. But I'll explain everything. And until then, I'll keep picking the music.

Also something to note is that this is the only episode that has a non music related title. I'm 100% sure that if it did have a song related title, it would be "I'd Love to Change the World" by Ten Years After. The beginning, when Dean is first narrating and while John is holding the letter that Dean gave him and pretty much up to the point where John and Mary run into each other, that song is playing. Then at the very end of the episode, when we see Dean in the flesh, it's playing again. I find this VERY interesting, especially since the music applies to everything in this show. This leads me to believe that Dean really is trying to change something because the song literally says "I'd love to change the world, but I don't know what to do, so I'll leave it up to you." (The song also mentions bees, which I thought was interesting. That could be nothing, though.)

Episode 2 "Teach Your Children Well": The ties that bind a family together can be complicated. Parents raise you, teach you what's right and wrong, and in some instances, how to kill monsters. But no matter who you are, there comes a time when you have to break from them and make your own way. And if you're not careful, things can get pretty ugly.

“Teach Your Children Well” by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young. Let me show you some of the lyrics:

“You, who are on the road

Must have a code that you can live by

And so, become yourself

Because the past is just a goodbye

Teach your children well

Their father's hell did slowly go by

And feed them on your dreams

The one they pick's the one you'll know by

Don't you ever ask them, "Why?"

If they told you, you would cry

So just look at them and sigh

And know they love you”

A big theme in this episode is parents, the guy who goes missing at the beginning for one, but mostly about John’s parents. John and Millie argue over John hunting and all around the episode is about kids forging their own paths and how it can cause issues which I feel like can definitely apply to Dean and how he discovers his identity away from his father and how the things his father put them through were wrong and how that caused issues.

Episode 3 "You’re Lost Little Girl": There's no map to being a hunter. No playbook. You gotta follow your gut. But that can only take you so far. Truth is, you can't do it all on your own. You need other people to help guide the way-- your friends, your family. Otherwise you just end up lost.

“You’re Lost Little Girl” is by The Doors. Some lyrics:

“You're lost little girl

You're lost little girl

You're lost, tell me who

Are you?

Think that you know what to do

Impossible? Yes, but it's true

I think that you know what to do

Yeah

Sure that you know what to do”

In this episode, Mary gets taken by a monster and everyone is trying to find her. Mary thinks that she doesn’t need anyone to help her because she’s a good hunter, but she ends up needing them to save her. It’s the same with Dean, Dean is an amazing hunter, but he still needs his friends and his family.

Episode 4, "Masters of War": Fighting the battle between good and evil isn't easy, especially when the first monster you have to face is the one inside yourself.

“Masters of War” is by Bob Dylan.

The lyrics for this song are very meaningful and well done. To put it simply, it’s about war and criticism of war.

“You fasten all the triggers

For the others to fire

Then you sit back and watch

When the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion

While the young people's blood

Flows out of their bodies

And is buried in the mud”

In this episode, John and Carlos talk about their trauma from the Vietnam War and we really get an insight to how much anger John has in him. John is Dean’s parallel in this episode because Dean has a lot of unresolved trauma and deep rooted anger that is mentioned in Supernatural and it also fits because Dean was used as a weapon in a war against the supernatural from a young age.

Episode 5, "Legacy of a Mind": Spending a lifetime of hunting monsters takes its toll. There comes a time when you gotta let out that pain inside you. If you don't, it'll eat you alive.

The song “Legacy of a Mind” is by The Moody Blues

“He'll fly his astral plane

Takes you trips around the bay

Brings you back the same day”

This can be applied to what happens in this episode where Mary is stuck in her own head and has to face her trauma, and this song pretty much talks about trippy things like the lyrics above.

This applies so well to the episode because this episode deals with the complicated relationship that Mary has with her parents and her dealing with the trauma she has with being trained to be a hunter from a very young age and how it was wrong of them to do that to her, but she still loves her parents. This also applies to Dean, since John taught him about hunting from a young age, the same way Samuel and Deanna did to Mary. Mary is once again the Dean parallel, like she often is in this show.

Episode 6 "Art of Dying": Hunting has a way of changing a person. After a while, right, wrong, good, evil, they all start to look the same. And then it makes you start to wonder, "Who's really the monster here -- them or me?"

This is the only other episode where Dean narrated at the end:

Hunting's not for everyone. You have to be strong, stay sharp, make tough decisions, and it's not easy, but then again, the righteous things never are.

The Art of Dying is by George Harrison:

"There'll come a time when all of us must leave here

Then nothing sister Mary can do

Will keep me here with you

As nothing in this life that I've been trying

Could equal or surpass the art of dying

Do you believe me?"

and then the end of the song goes:

"There'll come a time when most of us return here

Brought back by our desire to be

A perfect entity

Living through a million years of crying

Until you've realized the art of dying

Do you believe me?"

This episode the core four finds a case involving an older hunter buddy of Mary's and it turns out that the monster is the ghost of the hunter's friend who the hunter friend and her group killed because he went too dark in magic. That's how the episode applies to Dean's monologue, along with Lata's fear of turning into someone horrible and letting her anger control her. John also (kinda) confronts his anger in this episode. The monologue also talks about how being a hunter is hard, but doing the right thing never is, which also applies to the characters of this episode, especially Lata. This applies to Dean because he really dealt with feelings like that during SPN, and being angry all the time and feeling like he was a monster, and how he always chooses to do the right thing when it comes down to saving the world, even when it's near impossible to.

Episode 7 "Reflections": There comes a time in every hunt when the fightin' starts. And the difference between winning and losing isn't whether you have the holy water, the wooden stake, or the silver bullet. It's whether you've got the grit to get the job done.

Reflections is by the Supremes:

"Through the mirror of my mind

Through all these tears that I'm crying

Reflects a hurt I can't control

Although you're gone

I keep holding on

To those happy times

Oh, girl when you were mine

As I peer through the windows

Of lost time

Keeping looking over my yesterdays

And all the love I gave all in vain

(All the love) All the love

That I've wasted

(All the tears) All the tears

That I've tasted

All in vain

Through the hollow of my tears

I see a dream that's lost

From the hurt baby

That you have caused"

I think this one represents loss, especially the loss of Henry. Dean's monologue ties into this because in this episode there are multiple instances where the characters show real strength and bravery in order to come out the other side with a win. And this can obviously be applied to Dean and everything he has done and hunted and how brave he had to be to be able to actually get the job done.

Episode 8, "Hang on to Your Life”: Being a hunter, it means living a life of sacrifice-- not a lot of room for dreams. But if you open your heart and get a little lucky, you'll find you gain more than you lose.

Hang On To Your Life is by Guess Who:

“Thinking 'bout it's here and it's real

Wondering how I really should feel

Well you can sell your soul

But don't you sell it too cheap

Hang on to your life, oh life, oh life, oh life, oh life

Hang on to your life

Thinking 'bout betraying a friend

Thinking 'bout delaying the end

Well you can ride the wind

But don't you ride it too high”

This episode is about Carlos’ dream of being a musician and how he had to give that up when he became a hunter. The parts about selling his soul and betraying a friend applies to the band member that Carlos used to play with and how he accidentally made a deal and because he “betrayed” Carlos by selling him out to Loki.

Dean’s monologue applies to the theme of found family in this episode. Even though they’re all a part of this life and had to give up their dreams, there is good that came from it in the form of family and friends, the same way that Dean found himself a family in the midst of it all. This is also the episode where John and Mary decided to get together, again proving that they can find something worthwhile, right before they found the picture of Dean. (Insert Miranda Cosgrove meme)

Episode 9 "Cast Your Fate to the Wind": This isn't how I saw things going when I pushed over that first domino. Thing is, I've had more than a few dances with free will and fate, but as my dad used to say, "Fate is what you make it."

The song here is actually a song that I didn’t know. It’s a jazz song by Vince Guaraldi. Honestly, reading the lyrics to this song make me think SO MUCH of John and who he becomes, and I’m actually going to put in the entire lyrics because I can’t chose one section that I feel is most important:

“A month of nights, a year of days

Octobers drifting into Mays

I set my sail when the tide comes in

And I just cast my fate to the wind

I shift my course along the breeze

Won't sail up wind on memories

The empty sky is my best friend

And I just cast my fate to the wind

That time has a way of changing a man throughout the years

And now I’m rearranging my life through all my tears

Alone, alone, alone

There never was, there couldn't be

A place in time for men like me

Who'd drink the dark and laugh at day

And let their wildest dreams blow away

That time has a way of changing a man throughout the years

And now I’m rearranging my life through all my tears

Alone, alone, alone

So now I’m old, I’m wise, I’m smart

I’m just a man with half a heart

I wonder how it might have been

Had I not cast my fate to the wind

To the wind, to the wind”

Like, come on. This is so John coded in who he becomes and what happens to him. In terms of how this song applies to the episode though, it applies to the theme of fate throughout the episode, which ties in with what Dean says at the beginning. “Fate is what you make it.” This speaks true to John in this episode because he uses the knowledge of his death to his advantage and makes his own fate, which Millie uses the “fate is what you make it” line. I find this episode very interesting because they use the theme of fate in an episode that deals with vampires, and has a whole scene that parallels 15x18 AND Carlos gets to kiss his male love interest. Dean’s monologue at the beginning applies to himself because he’s dealt with fate and free will plenty of times in Supernatural.

I also find it interesting that Dean said that this isn't how he saw things going when he pushed over that first domino, which begs the question of what did he expect? What was his goal in doing all of this? It's also worth noting that immediately after he says that he says "fate is what you make it," saying the two apply to each other, go hand in hand. I don't think it's a stretch to say that whatever his intentions were, whatever he did, had to do with controlling his own fate.

So, just to recap: in an episode where the two main characters are dealing with being in a new relationship and whether or not they want to tell people, one of those main characters dies from a vampire in a direct parallel to the 15x18 confession, and two men have an on screen kiss for the first time, and the entire theme of the episode is fate. That's VERY interesting to me.

Episode 10 "Suspicious Minds": Hunting and happy endings don't usually mix, so when you get your chance, you got to ask yourself, "How far will I go to get it?"

This can be read as a direct tie in to his monologue in the last episode! It's along the same lines!!

Something I've noticed is that each episode I feel like the monologues get deeper and more meaningful, the farther we go the more is revealed.

This Dean monologue ends right as John and Mary get interrupted while they're kissing and Mary says "normal will have to wait another day" while there's a close up of Mary's college application as a mirror to SPN 15x20 with Dean's job application. Something I thought was interesting.

Suspicious Minds is an Elvis Presley song, which I know that the trend here is to include 60's and 70's songs, but knowing the intense meaning of Elvis in the Destiel fandom makes me feel a little unwell knowing Elvis actually gets incorporated into the text.

"Oh, let our love survive

I'll dry the tears from your eyes

Let's don't let a good thing die

When honey, you know I've never lied to you

Mmm, yeah, yeah

We're caught in a trap

I can't walk out

Because I love you too much, baby

Why can't you see

What you're doing to me

When you don't believe a word I say?"

So this is very much talking about one of the big plot points of this episode, a man who tries to bring his dead wife back to life in such desperation that he's willing to kill innocents to do it. Now the parallels drawn in this episode are very intentional to both John and Mary, even including the dialogue they speak after they kill said man and how John thinks that's love and Mary thinks it's horrible and she essentially makes him promise that that will never be them (clear foreshadowing) when in reality, even though it's showing that John already had the mindset of "doing it out of love" as he does in the future, they're both guilty of that. Mary brings John back to life when Azazel kills him, and as we all know, after Mary's death John goes on a revenge mission, wasting his life and putting his children through hell in the process. It's also just a running theme throughout SPN of toxic codependency and how almost every major character is also guilty of going to great lengths to bring the ones they love back. The song lyrics also apply to John and Mary as a romantic relationship as well and can show how their relationship is now and foreshadow what will happen in the future.

The thing that is different about this episode though, is that even though the parallels in this episode can apply to Dean, the actual Dean monologue doesn't, and this is what I find really weird and what I think is honestly one of the biggest indications that Jensen really is writing a fix it fanfiction:

This is the only episode where his monologue doesn't directly apply to himself. Every other episode ties in to his own experiences, except for this one. Dean doesn't go to great lengths to get himself a happy ending. Happy endings for other characters? Absolutely. But not for himself. Why would this be the only episode that doesn't directly relate to him? Well me and a lot of other people think because it really does apply to himself. But not as something he experienced in the past or has knowledge on, but as something he is doing right now. He is actively changing his future, possibly even a future with Cas (I do really think that there's a solid possibility that Destiel will become 100% canon in this show because of how everything is being set up, all of the parallels, and the fact that some of the cast, the social media team, and an executive producer has acknowledged some of these said parallels.) So in the end, how far will Dean go to get his happy ending?

Episode 11 "You've Got a Friend": Being a hunter means always being on the move. But no matter how hard you plan, no matter how hard you work, at a certain point, we all run out of road. It's what we do with those crossroads that define us.

"You've Got a Friend" is a song by Carole King from 1971:

"When you're down and troubled

And you need some lovin' care

And nothin', nothin' is goin' right

Close your eyes and think of me

And soon I will be there

To brighten up even your darkest night

You just call out my name

And you know, wherever I am

I'll come runnin'

To see you again

Winter, spring, summer or fall

All you have to do is call

And I'll be there

You've got a friend"

This represents Betty, and how in this episode she goes from being a potential source of trouble for the gang to becoming an ally, or a "friend" and an inside woman for them. This also can be applied to Carlos and Lata because Carlos was there for Lata and helped support her while Lata told Carlos about her childhood trauma.

In this episode, Dean's monologue is about the choices you make before you die. This can be seen in the choices made throughout this episode by multiple characters (Betty, Mary, John, etc) and this ties in with the song because no matter what choices you make, you'll have your friends by your side, which is true to Dean and just Supernatural as whole with their message of family and found family. Admittedly, I feel like the connection to Dean's voiceover and to the title of this episode aren't as strong as a lot of the previous episodes, but they're still there. (Betty, the "friend," makes a choice to work with the rest of the gang.) At the same time, I believe this can also be another instance of foreshadowing because Dean is dead, he's at that metaphorical cross road, and he's making a choice to go into the past.

As I said above, Lata faced her trauma. This is the 4th or 5th instance of someone on this show confronting their past. At this point, it's become a theme. Why would the show reiterate this point over and over? I think this will tie into Dean's reasons for why he's in the 70's. Not to mention this was yet ANOTHER episode where 2 characters are trapped in a room, and this time because of a shadow monster, and the only way to get out is if one confesses a deep secret. What the fuck.

Something to keep in mind is how much this episode emphasized secrets. This seems to foreshadow the fact that Dean is harboring some huge secrets that will soon be discovered. I think the real question now is how will these secrets be revealed to the audience and to our characters?

Episode 12 "The Tears of a Clown": Hunting is a dishonest business. You lie about who you are, and what you do. But the hardest lies aren't what you tell other people, but what you tell yourself."

The song "The Tears of a Clown" was released in 1967 by Smokey Robinson & The Miracles:

"Now if there's a smile on my face

It's only there trying to fool the public

But when it comes down to fooling you

Now honey that's quite a different subject

But don't let my glad expression

Give you the wrong impression

Really I'm sad, oh I'm sadder than sad

You're gone and I'm hurting so bad

Like a clown I appear to be glad (sad, sad, sad, sad)"

Okay, so this episode gave me a lot of brainrot. What the song is expressing is that even if you seem happy, that doesn't mean you are, and that was the big theme of this episode. Just because you seem okay or even think you're okay, that doesn't mean you are. With John, that applies to his anger issues and his unresolved issues with being charged for a murder he didn't commit. For Mary, it's the issues she already has, plus being unhappy in her relationship with John because she thinks he's using their relationship as an escape, and this also applies to her because even though she got accepted into college, she hadn't really taken any steps towards a normal life since then. In general, this episode was about a clown who lures emotionally vulnerable people into his circus tent so he can force them to be "happy" even though they aren't, like we saw with Roger.

This can very much apply to Dean's voice over, because the characters in this episode, including the clown, are actively lying to themselves.

The thing is, like a lot of Dean's voice overs, it's intentionally vague. He could be referring to literally anything. In the context of this episode, it makes the most sense that this is referring to Dean's anger issues and the fact that throughout the entirety of Supernatural, Dean oftentimes told himself and the people around him that he was okay, even though he wasn't. But at the same time, these voice overs and one like this in particular can be interpreted in different ways. What Dean says about facing the lies you tell yourself can apply to sexuality. Dean could be talking about not only his mental and emotional issues, but he could also be referencing being in love with Cas. At this point, Destiel happening feels like genuine build up. Now all we have to do is wait a couple more days to see if it all pays off.

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thewritingofspencerrose · 7 months ago

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M.Hughes Masterlist

First Day on the Job

It's chilly in the arena when we enter, hand in hand, for my first day.

Only a week into living here and I still don't fully think this has all set in.

I may be working on a medical team, but I'm going to be the first stop of all injured players as soon as they're off the ice.

It's all on me.

"Hey, what's going on in there?" A physical knocking on my forehead brings me from my thoughts, Trevor's smile being the first thing in front of me, mocking and coy.

Part of me wants to just smile and say I dazed off, but this is Trev, he's my partner in

"What if someone bleeds out? Or worse, what if everyone hates me?"

"What's the worst scenario?" Jamie questions from our side, not even attempting to save his laugh, Trevor pulling me closer to his body. "Everyone hating you?"

"You do realize everyone loves you right?" They're tag-teaming my nerves right now, and honestly I'm not even sure that'll be enough.

No exam prepared me for the nauseous anxiety that starting a lead job would bring.

"They don't know me!" It's a lame argument, but valid all the same as I pause just outside the locker room door. I know I'm allowed in. It's where I've been instructed to meet Coach Cronin and introduce myself to the boys.

"We have all heard literally everything about you, I'm pretty sure I could tell you things about yourself that you don't even know, Mags," his words are meant to be assuring, but assuring isn't loading properly right now.

"Then what if I don't live up to their idea of me?"

Even if I hadn't already been on the edge of a breakdown, the look on Trevor's face as he takes my shoulders, his shoulders slumped and eyes downcast.

"The boys already love you because I love you, and that's never going to change. So we're going to march your cute little ass into this lockerroom and wow everyone with all that Latin-anatomy-nonsense that we studied the last four years, got it?"

Sorry Dad, you better be saving for a wedding.

I just smile though, small and wide while he returns my look. But Jamie's groaning, moaning on about something involving us getting a room, and I can hear the sound of staff coming down the hall.

"Okay, let's get this over with so I can go home and rant about it with Q."

The boys both laugh, but Jamie is the one to open the door, Trev taking ahold of my hand with one of his, his other covering my eyes as he leads me into the loud atmosphere.

"Okay boys! Put 'em away! My girls here and unless you break 'em I want them nowhere near her eyeline!" Nevermind on the wedding, I may just kill him here and now.

"Trevor Zegras!" The team laughs loudly, oohing and ahhing while I pry Trev's hand off, and I can't help but laugh as I look out around me.

These boys are going to make me cry. Correction, I am crying.

"You guys-"

Trevor's hands wrap around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder and I can feel his smile. "Welcome to the team, Baby."

"And welcome to the team from the rest of us," the one I know to be Mason greets, everyone around clapping. "I'm not going to call you baby, because I value my life, but we're all really glad you're here, Margaret."

"Maggie," I correct softly, Mason's smile growing as Leo jumps up like a happy puppy.

"We get nickname privileges?"

There's a joy throughout the room as I take in his smile, the banner saying CONGRATULATIONS in Ducks colors, balloons and all sprawled about.

How could I not give these boys nickname privileges when they seem just as excited to see me as they would an old friend. It's like they're seeing Trev or Jamie after a long break.

"Of course you do, as long as y'all keep from getting too beat up," I offer, sticking out a hand. "Deal?"

"Deal to do our best," Leo accepts, shaking my hand as some of the veterans laugh.

Gudas just chuckling and shaking his head as he watches us both. "She's going to run this whole show."

#the writing of spencer rose #original character #nhl fanfiction #best friends to lovers trope #trevor zegras x oc #trevor zegras x hughes sister #hughes sister #maggie hughes story

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creampuffqueen · 2 years ago

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Funny Quotes From School

finished high school and having some Feelings about it, so please take the last five years worth of dumb quotes i've heard/spoken in my school

uhhhhh trigger warning for... violence? uncomfy statements? sexual innuendos? idk most of these are extremely unhinged. also long post tw like seriously that's why i made a cut

Eighth Grade

go suck all eleven of my toes

don't you hate it when you try to go upstairs two steps at a time but end up skipping seven steps?

go suck a lime

i'm going to shove my cowboy boot so far up your ass you dillhole

'or maybe just don't eat mashed potatoes with your gravy' 'that's satanism'

sexual question of the day. go

oh, how the fidgets have spun

you ever just randomly twerk?

'they look like noodles' 'no, YOU look like noodles'

or they can throw a back of licorice at you

is the earth round, flat, or thicc?

i just spilled apple juice on myself and now i'm going to cry

*someone holding a grape* who is this?

don't throw things in my trash can

i'll consume your kneecaps

i'll peel your toenails

that's okay, i didn't want to live anyway

you're going to make me have five more mental breakdowns than usual

i bet i could beat up every sixth grader

you think i have MORALS and STANDS?!

we're not living in an alternative universe, we're making a new country

don't put applesauce on my cheetoes

i'm sorry. i cheated on you with the mailman

don't make fun of me, i know what memes are!

or as i like to call it, carbonated barbecue sauce

penetrate me with nails

i'm not a lady, i'm a WOMAN

i will deep fry your scalp

i will replace your tampons with sticks of butter

i will exfoliate with your esophagus

it jumped at me and attempted to arson my finger

i am the physical manifestation of the cowardly lion

i will pull your uterus out through your nose

you're like a conditioned pig

'what are your emotions?' 'pumpkin spice latte'

i don't want your cocaine

am i the only one who puts lipgloss on their tongue?

'how many bones are in a human hand?' 'enough to eat'

i have too many eggs to function

it sounds like cough syrup

feed the squirrels the vaccines

george washington dumped me!

that's not how you eat oranges, you satanist

spock is right there with marilyn monroe

i used to be a boy. now i'm an orangutan

you sound like a mother fucking cuckoo clock

do you think i could be a foot model?

this weekend i ate a whole capri sun

i made my siri call me daddy

are you saying boys don't have legs?

you'll hear those jingles when you're DEAD

nerds are my drug of choice

'seduce me with your words' 'BUBBLEGUM'

delete my kneecaps daddy

shut your teletubby looking ass the fuck up

those phalanges have me quaking

bill nye is my queen

'my hands are warm because i'm hot' 'no, your hands are hot because you were born in HELL'

i just stubbed three of my toes because i whipped

ow my nonexistant knee. it hurts

dude i'm like 82 fricking years olds

if you make fun of people because of their weight, your kneecaps are forfeit

hey just be prepared for lunch, i'm going to accuse her of drawing furries in her free time

the cowboy hat emoji is my dad

i'm the only one who can threaten violence here

if hell was just a tequila bar i'd still go

how do you politely tell your friend she looks like a soccer mom?

fuck you in the liver

can i snap all of my bones and extend into the multiverse?

there's ranch in my pants

hang yourself from the eiffel tower

your whole life is a voice crack

i swear to god i will rip out your vocal cords

horse girls will ride literally anything

my dick is bigger than that of a sea cucumber's

it's not salt, it's cocaine

i'd go to hell for a capri sun

my dog had sex with an owl

i'm a slut for ted cruz

liquify me daddy

last night i fortnite danced to my favorite song so today i'm going to kill myself

that's because i'm a fucking lesbian, dickhead

i'm still eating bricks today

take your saliva back

i would like to wear a sweatshirt made of his skin

i hope you become a burn victim

i will jump rope with your large intestine

some of us had things going on this weekend, like the breakdown of society

i'm gonna break my toe until it's completely calcium and can't break anymore

it's an interpretive dance, called where the fuck is the trashcan

you are the human equivalent of green vaginal discharge

FUCK THE BEES

nobody cares if your boyfriend made out with another guy-

is that a fucking eggshell?

i'm like a bloodhound for fursuits

Ninth Grade/Freshman Year

someone revoke my live priveleges

ants ants ants ants ants ants ants

'your pain brings me joy' 'your pain brings ME joy' 'I FEEL NO PAIN'

make sure to water your track every day so it'll grow big and strong

you ever just commit mitosis?

you're talking to the person who thought lightning was fake

why don't you just donate your body to science, and that's one less paper for me to grade

is a soul required or something?

i want my feet to be gone

i'm going to stab my eyes out with plastic knives

put germ-x on your dick

screw the water cycle

eating spaghetti is now cannibalism

i look strongly like a toe

close your coochie

what even is obama's last name?

i want death in every available form

you lost your shoelace privileges. hand 'em over

did you just call it photosynthesis water?

if you don't stop imma drop spin your ass

Tenth Grade/Sophomore Year

how dense is this dog?

i'll tic tac toe your toes

he looks like the word pulp

my one and only complaint about texas is that the ground is far too moist

this ain't the krusty krab

perry the platypus says trans rights

is phone sex free?

bold words for someone within pegging distance

this guinea pig has hips to rival kim k

'i'm not dying a virgin' 'not with that attitude you aren't'

all dragons are lesbians

you don't get the priviledge of sight

they sexualized winnie the pooh

i will run down ANY corridor i want, thank you very much

i can't think while i'm breathing!

why would you be lactose intolerant. it's my birthday

my ego is big and my balls are bigger

if you're trying to get me to admit i watch cave porn-

that is a joke; i am a whore

shut up or i'll slut shame you

can i get a rabbit convicted for sexual assault?

normalize lobotomies

my brain feels like deep fried butter at the county fair

get the christmas cocaine out

your flavor buds are made of granite

the crack house has become the crack home

i don't want to sleep with the seven disciples

i have such a fake god complex

i'm going to get you euthanized

well it's a good thing i like sausage. it's a coping mechanism

horses don't have shoulders, don't you know?

it's free to shut up, you know

my fetish is eco pollution

no, i'm not shoving a caterpillar up my ass

fuck you. i'll unvirgin your islands

speaking of cold sweat and being in a room-

he falls for lesbian coded women all the time and he still got somewhere in life

aborted fetuses in my cereal? it's more likely than you think

sorry, i forgot to put on my toes this morning

i'm very materialistic when it comes to my own organs

i'd love to be a malleable shape in real life

the entire digestive system is stored in the balls

wipe my memories daddy

i have been molested by a rabbit before, it is a possibility

is it wrong to say i kin satan?

it's a double sided titty

someone remove this man's vocal cords

she got real up close and personal with a morphine addiction

ignore the rabbit cum stain, keep testing me!

i'll clip your wings, bitch!

this is the side effect of joining the cult

reject tradition, embrace the alpaca

their asses are SO slappable

leave room for jesus when you jack yourself off

no preggers? POGGERS!

government mandated lactation

Eleventh Grade/Junior Year

look at his tits! this man was made for lactation

i'm going to water board you in brine

oh no, i fell for the cum gambit!!

i'll refer to you exclusively as dipshit from now on

knuckles from sonic has a cloaca?

who let you have sentience

daddy the collective

hey kid, you wanna domesticate a cow?

his eyes are against OSHA regulations

let me take my place in the nitrogen cycle please

are you talking about an epipen? no, heroin

so we're talking about the physics of projectile vomiting, am i hearing you right?

if you break your leg enough eventually you learn not to break your leg

friends? in my digestive system?

i scared him away with my juicy needles

he's sodomizing his french fries

are you a little quirky? a little wild? do you do crack?

i have the most succulent ass in this entire lunch period

if i weighed less than the average chromebook i would definitely take my bigwheel on the freeway

i'm going to breed that until it weighs less than the average chromebook

that chromebook is submissive and breedable

every day i get a colonoscopy on the side of the road

'where is the assignment?' 'up your ass'

the navy is just a giant sailor moon convention

imagine milking someone in the starbucks line

did you just call the son of god a hot cheeto girl?

fish fear me. the sugar baby bot wants me

my counselor has given up and is just going to let me kill myself

a self inflicted joker arc

the college board invented war

the quintessential american experience: fireworks, ferris wheels, and serial killers

i'm a thief, not a hoe

do you know how many drugs i'd have to be on to go on a road trip with you?

put tangent on birth control

eco friendly bird spies

his natural habitat is scrubs and khakis

i am a hyperbola enjoyer

sometimes you're deranged. you have weird habits and you're left handed; i wouldn't put anything past you

complete my citations daddy

if you put bananas in my cheesecake i will get gayer

spooning the homies on the slaughterhouse conveyor belt

if i were a cow i'd have as many complicated pregnancies as possible

in 1.7 miles exit this mortal realm

veterinarians be like 'i can fix him' and pull out a burdizzo <- my senior quote btw

Twelvth Grade/Senior Year

facebook logo of a man

what kind of drugs are you on? because it needs to be adderall

when aroused the vagina can fit 1-2 raccoons

the most civilized cats in our world lick their ass for anyone to watch

you sound like a goldfish who got his in the head with a ping pong ball at a carnival five too many times

a blueberry is smarter than you

i hope this email finds me dead

i'd chew on a trachea

let me sparknotes shrek 4

i'm deaf in all four ears

it's imperitaive that i take a shit in the front yard right now

can you stop trying to deal people drugs for like ten minutes?

a minecraft stack's worth of war crimes

i was in my father's balls planning for this event

dicks not provided for this event

his foreskin is his sock??

#mal's shitposts #quotes

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i-cant-sing · 3 years ago

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For a request, can you write Yandere!Toji finally getting his daughter back from the Zenin Clan, or like him fighting the Zenin Clan for her? I just love that beefy man being soft for one human. I love your writing!

Hmm, well I'm not really good at writing fight scenes, but lets try something:

So you guys remember how I wrote about baby Fushiguro having an asthma attack? If not, you can go and read it here. So imagine that while baby Fushiguro is having an asthma attack, surrounded by panicked servants and an even more panicked Naoya that's holding you, trying to figure out what's wrong with you, that's when Toji comes in.

Toji Fushiguro, your very protective father, sees you for the first time in months, and the first thing he sees is you struggling to breathe in Naoya's hands. Toji instantly knows what's wrong, and he rushes over to you, snatching you from Naoya's hands and literally pushing him to the ground. His servants and guard take a step forward to attack Toji, but Naoya raises a hand, signalling them to stop as he watches Toji try to help you.

This isn't the first time your asthma has flared up, well at least not in front of Toji, so he knows how to help you. Since he didn't have an inhaler at the moment, he quickly sat you up straight and upright, rubbing your back with his hand as he talked to you. "Y/n, bub, calm down. Listen to my voice. You need to take deep breaths and calm down. Here, follow my breathing, hm? First inhale- and hold it, yep, just like that bub. And... exhale. Good job. Now repeat. Inhale- and hold it, 1,2,3 and... exhale. Good girl." Toji said, kissing your forehead as you sniffled into his chest.

And once you'd calmed down, you looked up at Toji and for a second, you wanted to hug him. But then all those lies that Uncle Naoya had been telling you came back to you; about how Toji was poor and he didn't actually love you, about how he always kept you home because he couldn't afford to buy you nice things and how you were just a burden to him and so on.

Now you're crying all over again, pushing yourself away from Toji, telling him that you hate him. Toji doesn't understand why you're reacting like this, and he tries to calm you down. "Y/n, bub, its me. Your dad! Don't you wanna go home with me? Don't you miss me and Megumi-" "No! You're just gonna leave me again! You hate me! You're a bad man!" Not wanting to risk another asthma attack, Toji lets go of you, watching as you run to Naoya, who gladly hugs you and has a smug smile on his face as he coos in your ear, promising that he'll never leave you.

It doesn't take long for Toji to figure out what's happening- you've been brainwashed, all because he was too late.

But its nothing he can't fix. Toji can just take you away right then and there, he is sure that he can get his own child to love him again. But... he doesn't want to risk you manifesting your cursed technique or even let your cursed energy go beyond the threshold level. He doesn't want to risk any of that because then you'll be a target for not only curses but also sorcerers, he doesn't want word to get around that a child, much like Gojo Satoru, exists. Not to mention how he's pretty sure that Gojo would see you as competition and try to kill you- "nip the evil in the bud".

As Toji looks at Naoya's self assured face, he realises that Naoya had him exactly where he wanted.

This was Naoya's plan all along- to have Toji come looking for you and make him join the clan again, because he wouldn't want anyone else finding out about you and try to use you. No, you're only safe with the clan.

So, for now, Toji will play along for your sake. But he's always been one to follow his own path, so it won't be long until its just you and him on the run again.

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metalbuckaroo · 4 years ago

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505

Summary: "Stay this time."

Warnings: age gap, (reader is 24, Bucky is 38), smut, light praise kink, the slightest hint of a breeding kink (literally mentioned once), angst, 18+ only

AU: Dadsbestfriend!Bucky x Fem!Reader

AN: This is my first time writing for dbf!bucky, hopefully it turned out pretty nicely. I also hope that I did this request justice, it played out a lot better in my head.

This is based on this ask and the song 505 - Artic Monkeys

MASTERLIST

Gif not mine

'Can I come over?'

You stared at the screen of your phone. Thinking over the four words that stared back at you.

Four words that held so much meaning, but, at the same time, didn't mean anything. The ones you told yourself that you wouldn't answer anymore. The last time was just that, the last time.

But, you still wanted more. More of the rush that was Bucky Barnes and definitely more than what he wanted. More than what those four words promised.

A few hours of intoxicating touches, then he was gone; sometimes leaving something of his, so he'd have a reason to come back.

You wanted to say no, it would save you more heart ache if you did. But just the thought of Bucky made you press your thighs together and gnaw on the inside of your cheek.

Just as you had expected when you didn't answer, his face and name lit up the phone; calling this time.

"Yeah?" You said when you answered. "I'm in town and missin' you. Can I come over?" The husky tone of his voice sent a shiver that went straight to your core, only adding to the anticipation. "Yeah, of course." You exhaled

Your stomach churned from the nerves, waiting for the sound of familiar footsteps outside of your apartment door before it was being shoved open by Bucky's shoulder.

"Should really fix that. Safety Hazzard." He laughed, pushing it closed before taking long strides to where you were leaned against the kitchen counter. "Missed ya, sweet girl. You haven't been around all week." He purred, placing two cool fingers under your chin to lift your head; pressing a simple kiss to your lips.

You just stood there, making Bucky pull away with a confused look. "What's wrong? You're usually jumping my bones by now?" He questioned, wondering where the fire in you every time he got you alone had went.

"Stay this time." You said softly, looking at him through your eyelashes. "I can't do that, Sugar. Your dad has a key-"

"He calls before he comes over." You said, cutting him off. "I thought this is what you wanted, just sex."

You shook your head and pushed his hands away from your waist. "No, I want more. But, you don't. That's the problem." You took a step away from him and his arms fell to his sides. "You're dad would kill me. Hell, he will kill me just for the last two months if he finds out."

You could feel the tears burning at your eyes. Even though you knew this is what was going to happen, you weren't truly ready for it to end. Bucky saw the pooling tears and reached out towards you.

"Just leave." You scoffed, shaking your head. "Wh- no, I'm not just gonna leave when you're crying. I-" His tongue jutted across his bottom lip, a hurt look etching across his face. "I'm done, James. I'm not a toy."

"I know you're not... You're not gonna tell your dad are you? He'll have my head on a platter."

You breathed a dry laugh, running a hand through your hair, aggravated with his reactions. "Fuck, no. Do I look stupid? Is that all that's mattered to you this whole time? How my dad would feel about you fucking his daughter? Not how it would make me feel?"

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't say anything that would stop the tears that were threatening to spill onto your cheeks. "Get out." You ordered, voice shakier than you'd hoped it be.

Bucky nodded, jaw clenched as he gave you what you wanted and jerked the door open, leaving you in silence as the tears fell to your cheeks.

He wanted it, more than anything he wanted to wake up next to you; to take you on real dates. That's why he took every chance he could to be around you, even steal kisses and touches when your dad would be just a few rooms over.

The heartbroken look on your face was all he could think of when he got to his car, fiddling with the keys in his fingers. He couldn't just let you go. He wouldn't.

The walk back to your door felt longer than before, hoping you'd let him back in as he lifted his hand to rap his knuckles against the door.

"I'll stay." He nodded when you opened the door, pushing his way in as he grabbed the sides of your face; his lips engulfing yours in a hungry, messy kiss that made your skin heat up.

Your hands pawed at his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders as he fumbled with his belt. "Really?" You asked, leaning back to look at him. "Yeah, really." He huffed, bending down enough to lift you onto the kitchen counter.

"How could I want anyone else when I've had your sweet pussy, pretty girl." He cooed, tugging your underwear down your legs before shuffling his jeans down. "Just tell me you want it, and I'll give you anything. I'll even fuck a baby into you if it's what you want." He promised, eliciting a whimper from your chest when he buried himself in you with a guttural moan.

You don't think you'd ever truly get use to the stretch his girth caused, bucking your hips to tell him to move as you slipped your hands under his shirt to feel the flexing muscles; your lips attaching to the sweet spot at the base of his neck.

He found a pace that made your head feel fuzzy; short and hard, his tip brushing the sweet spot that was deepest in your walls.

Bucky's head buried in the crook of your neck, warm hand going up your shirt to knead the supple flesh of your breast as he drank in every vulgar sound the relentless thrusts pulled from you.

"Fuck- so close-" you mewled, nails dragging down his abdomen when he jerked your hips further off of the counter; fucking directly into the rough patch that knocked the breath from your lungs and sent you over the edge, stars blurring your vision.

"All mine, no one elses. Ok, sweet girl? No one else gets to fuck you like this." He panted, lifting his head to look at your blissed out face. You nodded, barely able to hear him, let alone answer. "Wanna hear you say it." He grunted through clenched teeth, thrusts becoming sloppy and fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

"All yours." You whined, the feral look on Bucky's face nearly enough to set you off again. "Gonna cum again already? Can feel your milking me, sugar. Go ahead." He moaned, pressing a finger to your still sensitive clit as he chased his own orgasm with quick thrusts.

"Fuck- fuck, fuck!" You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as you released around him again. Bucky's hips stilled as he came with a low groan, each twitch of his cock painting your walls with his release; thrusting through both of your highs.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he rested his chin on the top of your head, chests heaving and hearts pounding away as his hand trailed up your back to tangle in your hair; pulling it so you'd tilt your head back.

He had a lazy, yet cocky, smile on his face as he looked at you with hooded eyes. "Just don't tell your dad."

#bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes smut #dbf!bucky smut #dadsbestfriend!bucky #dbf!bucky #dadsbestfriend!bucky smut

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lilahisntsadanymore · 3 years ago

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Y/n is so blindly in love with Rafe Cameron that she doesn't see his flaws, his mistakes and most importantly - that he's an actual criminal. She wants to help him at all cost, but this boy might be the death of her.

Part 2 here

The reader pronouns: she/her

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x kook!reader

Words count: 2k

Warnings: bad words, mentions of murder, Y/n being a mess, usage of alcohol and drugs (ofc don't do those irl), drug overdose

I'd rate this fanfic as 16+ because it's...uh problematic? I dunno, it's just different than what I've wrote before even in my Rafe fanfics. It's not hardcore, but it's definitely more "hard" than I wanted it to be.

Contains spoilers for OBX season 2, it's supposed to be hapenning in the episode 6, I literally copied some sentences straight from the screen.

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His guardian angel

"I hope you've heard what happened." A voice of a person Y/n knew and despised sounded in the girl's ears.

It was supposed to be a nice day spent on the beach. Y/n was on her way to Rafe's house, he didn't pick up his phone on the previous day's evening. She thought he seemed to be worried lately, so she wanted to take him out to the beach to have a nice time and chill out.

But then there were the Pogues.

Y/n stopped her bike to reply. "I'm kinda busy. What happened?"

"John B got outta jail," JJ couldn't help a smile making its way on his face, "but that's not the best part."

"JJ, leave it, let's go." Pope whispered, but his voice was actually loud enough for Y/n to hear.

"She's gonna find out anyway," JJ continued, "cops finally understood that Rafe is guilty."

Y/n's mouth were ajar, she didn't know what to say. She didn't wanna believe it. The Pogues were just messing with her, weren't they?

"You're not being serious," she scoffed, "I don't have time for your fucking jokes."

Y/n didn't care for anything else they had to say, she started riding away, but still could hear the Pogues' voices behind her.

"You know, when Rafe's finally in jail and you need a shoulder to cry on, I'm all yours." JJ's voice laughed.

Y/n didn't even bother looking in that direction, she simply showed the boy her middle finger.

When Y/n got to the Camerons mansion, she foud out the Pogues weren't messing with her. The house was surrounded with cars of the cops and the SBI.

"This can't be happening." The girl muttered. She almost dropped her bike, but figured it's better to not let the police know she was there.

She drove off as fast as she could. Y/n knew exactly where to go now. If there was a person who knew Rafe Cameron better than he knew himself, it was Y/n Y/l/n. The girl knew that he's going to be at Barry's.

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"So, what are you gonna do now?" Barry asked. Him and Rafe were in his trailer.

"Flee." Rafe replied and paused for a moment. "From the country if possible. Dad will come here soon to tell me what to do."

Rafe was in trouble, big trouble. The SBI were looking for him after finding out he was responsible for Sheriff Peterkin's death. He was scared, but knew his father won't leave it like this, won't let his own son end up in jail. They both wanted to see John B in this place and were willing to do a lot to make it happen.

"You can't even decide for yourself, Country club?"

It was usual - Barry's mocking. He didn't even seem to be a bit surprised when Rafe turned out to be a murderer. Neither surprised nor scared, but there was no reason for Barry to be scared by someone like Rafe. If it was necessary, he could easily defend himself.

Rafe ignored the mocking tone of the comment. "It's important, my everything depends on it, okay? I don't want to go to jail!"

Someone knocked of the trailer's door. Rafe looked in that direction with hope in his eyes, thinking it's his father.

"You wouldn't if you didn't kill anyone," Barry pointed at Rafe his hand in the finger gun gesture, making a clicking noise with his mouth. Then he stood up from the place he was sitting on and walked to the door.

"Is Rafe here? I know he is, so let me in."

Y/n. Her arrival was another piece of this confusing story that Barry expected to happen. Most of people saw how she chased Rafe. Where he was - she appeared a moment later, following him and taking care of him like a guardian angel. Except, Rafe didn't notice exactly why she's acting like this. The girl was madly in love, to the point where others considered it sad.

"Yeah, Juliet, your Romeo is here," Barry theatrically gestured for Y/n to walk inside.

Before doing so, Y/n sent Barry an angry stare. It wasn't that she didn't like him, she didn't like those ironic comments he must've considered funny, while she did not. It wasn't even the right time for joking.

"Rafe! I've heard what happened," Y/n literally ran up to the boy. "I can't believe it."

Rafe was sitting on a sofa, so she crouched in front of him. She rested her hands on both his knees and looked up at him. Rafe swore in his mind she looked like a lost puppy.

However, to Barry this situation seemed comical. "He's going to jail, so you're gonna give him a blowjob, or what?"

Y/n turned her face to Barry. "Shut the fuck up," she snapped but then turned back to Rafe, changing the tone of her voice, "I wanna help you, just tell me what to do."

Rafe grabbed Y/n's wrists and stood up, making the girl stand up as well. He looked into her eyes. "There is nothing you can do, Y/n."

"But you didn't shoot Peterkin, did you?"

The silence after Y/n's question lasted way longer than it should have. The answer was yes. It was one of not many moments when Y/n wasn't near Rafe, so the girl prefered to believe in her beloved one's innocence.

"You didn't do it, tell me you didn't!" Y/n shouted, wriggling her wrists out of the boy's hands. "It was John B who shot Peterkin, not you."

Rafe couldn't nod, couldn't say yes. Y/n was the only person he couldn't lie to. Something about her made it physically impossible for Rafe to lie in her face. He felt sick just thinking about telling a lie to Y/n.

The trailer was silent for too long, even Barry didn't talk. Rafe walked to the kitchen part of the trailer, leaning his head on the wall cupboard. Y/n sat on the sofa, her eyes hanged on Rafe, while Barry sat next to her. He looked amused by the situation.

Out of a sudden, the silence was broken by knocking on the door. Now it must have been Rafe's father.

Ward Cameron and Y/n Y/l/n knew each other well. The families were on good terms. There even was a little 'alliance' between the Camerons and the Y/l/ns on the working field.

"Ward." Y/n mumbled, rather to herself.

"They got me, right?" Rafe asked. "It's on the news, I'm done."

"Not yet," Ward whispered.

"Yeah, listen to your daddy, Rafe," Barry chimed in, "ain't shit over till it's over."

"Can we have a moment, please?"

"Yeah, what was I thinking? It's my house, y'all take as much time as y'all need."

When Barry walked out, Ward looked at Y/n. "I'd ask you to leave too."

"Rafe didn't do anything, he can't go to jail." Y/n said. It sounded as if she was trying to keep herself believing in Rafe's innocence, while she started slowly realizing he's guilty.

"He won't go to jail, I promise you that. But now, please, leave."

Giving one last look to Rafe, Y/n walked out. She did it hesitanly, as if she was forcing herself to do it.

Barry was sitting on the chair next to the opened window of the trailer. Y/n's mind was a mess in that moment, she didn't notice Barry was simply eavesdropping.

The girl sat on the grass, hugging her legs to her chest. In front of her was the truck Ward used to get there, bribing the driver. Y/n zoned out, she started realizing what Rafe did and that he seriously did it. It was the end, they were done. Rafe would go to jail and soon after that get sentenced to death.

When Rafe and Ward walked outside, Y/n wiped tears off of her face and fought the urge to let out some more. She stood up, watching Rafe as he watched his father drive away in the back of the truck.

For a quick moment, Rafe's blue eyes locked with Y/n's (y/e/c) ones, but then the boy moved his gaze to Barry. He knew what Rafe was about to say.

"Don't look at me like that," he declined before Rafe spoke, "I'm not getting involved."

"No, you are getting involved, Barry. Wanna know why?"

Y/n wanted to chime in and say she'll help. If Barry didn't want to help, she could. It was the best way Y/n could make sure that the boy she loved will be safe and stay out of jail.

Rafe continued, not letting Y/n say anything. "Cause you'll do anything for money," he handed Barry a thick wad of cash.

"I'm coming with you." Y/n managed to join the conversation. "It's Barry, I can't let you go alone with him."

Rafe sighed. "You're staying here, it's too risky."

"You don't have a boat. Can't go on one of yours, the police will immediately know."

"Y/n, it's safer if you stay here." Barry said.

The girl gave him a confused look. "And since when the man who sells me coke cares about my safety?" Y/n crossed her arms.

Barry opened his mouth, but Rafe stopped him. "Just stay here, I'll contact you later, yeah?"

"Yeah, be safe," Y/n put her hand on Rafe's shoulder, rubbing him with her thumb.

They looked each other in the eyes, Barry went to the inside of his house. He came out with a backpack Rafe was supposed to take, and when he came out the first thing he saw was Y/n kissing Rafe.

The girl knew Rafe will be gone for weeks, probably even months, so she wasn't going to see him anytime soon. It took all the courage Y/n had inside to make the move, to put her lips on Rafe's. Good thing was, he didn't mind that. He was surprised, but he didn't hesitate to engage in the kiss as well.

"Romeo, say bye to your Juliet and let's go."

Hearing those words, Rafe and Y/n slightly jumped away from each other.

Rafe looked at Barry with an almost upset expression. "Let's get the hell out of here."

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Y/n felt anxious since Rafe left. She didn't quite know what to do with herself. It was the moment she realized that Rafe was a big, maybe too big, part of her life and without him, Y/n wasn't herself.

In the evening, Y/n decided to go to the country club and drink some alcohol. Of course it wouldn't help, but it could make her feel less anxious for a few hours. Y/n needed to numb down her feelings and the coke she snorted earlier didn't help.

The TV was on, but Y/n didn't pay much attention to it. It could have been her being either tipsy, high or delusional, or all of these, but the sounds of her surroundings were drowned out by the noise of the girl's own heartbeat.

"Y/n! What are you doing here?" Her friend, Kelce, approached. "I mean, alone?"

"I didn't feel like talking to anybody." Y/n spoke. Or tried to, but being under the influence made it difficult. "Still don't."

Y/n's gaze wandered from the glass in front of her to the TV hanged on a wall behind Kelce.

"Holy shit, you're high as fuck!" The boy laughed, but Y/n didn't even listen to him.

All of Y/n's attention was focused on the TV's news. The girl started sweating when she heard that the police caught Rafe.

"The son of Ward Cameron had been caught by the police while trying to run away." The person on the news informed. "Rafe Cameron, aged 19 years old, is suspected of committing a second degree murder."

When Y/n thought her heart couldn't beat any faster, it actually sped up. The girl's hands began to shake, her legs didn't support the weight of the rest of her body anymore. She was on the floor in the next few seconds. After closing her eyes, Y/n could still hear people around her. They were all in shock, a few people gasped, someone ordered to call 911, the club was covered in pure chaos.

And then it all faded away...

#Rafe Cameron #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x reader #Rafe Cameron x kook!reader #Rafe Cameron imagine #Rafe Cameron fanfic #Rafe Cameron one shot #Outer Banks #OBX #outer banks imagine #outer banks one shot #obx fanfic #obx one shot #obx imagine #outer banks fanfiction

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asvterias · 3 years ago

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𝖥𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖮𝗋 𝖠𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 ~ 𝖱𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗄𝖺𝗁 𝖬𝗂𝗄𝖺𝖾𝗅𝗌𝗈𝗇

Warnings: Minor Angst & Character Death

Pairings: Rebekah Mikaelson x Fem!Bennett!Heretic Reader

Summary: Whilst dating the youngest original, the bennett witch and blonde Mikaelson run into trials throughout their relationship. Could it break when davina’s life is on the line?

Word Count: 1,232

you couldn't believe this, davina was willingly going to get herself killed. storming into the mikaelson manor with marcel by your side, you both were beyond furious, ready to kill anyone who comes into your sight. now being in the mikaelsons presence they all looked at you.

“ah, [name]. marcel, great you're here.” klaus spoke in a rather calm tone. he probably seemed to miss how fast your heartbeat was going.

raising your hand towards him, he fell on his knees in pain, everyone's else eyes were on you now. “she's just a child.” you pleaded with the original hybrid. you turned to look at rebekah, regret was filling her body and the guilt was all in her eyes. “rebekah, you didn't tell me. how could you?” your voice asked filled with betrayal but rebekah just remained silent.

The blonde was too mad at herself right now, she couldn't even look you in the face for god's sake. your relationship was on the rocks ever since klaus found out and this argument might have been the tip of the iceberg. rebekah spoke up, “[name], maybe it will be good for her.”

“how will it be good, bekah? vina is just a child, she doesn't deserve this.” you protested to your blonde girlfriend unaware that elijah and kol was sneaking up behind you. “she's already lost so much. her dad is god knows where, her mom was killed right in fr—“ two sharp snaps and that was all it took.

the sound ringing around the room, yours and marcel's neck was the source of the noise as you both fell unconscious as elijah grabbed you before you could hit the ground. meanwhile, kol just let marcel's body fall to the ground. rebekah flinched at the sound of the neck snapping, knowing that she didn't have the courage to do it herself.

davina walks out from her hiding spot wearily with a few tears streaming out of her eyes. the blonde pulled the harvest witch in for a comforting hug and luckily davina accepted the hug this time. staring down at yours and marcel's unconscious bodies really had her thinking.

did she really make the right choice? was she selfish for not telling you and marcel what her plan was after all. what if she doesn't come back at all, than she'd know that she really fucked up.

“rebekah.” davina looked up at the blonde, as they walked to the witches ritual. rebekah hummed looking at the teenage witch. “if i die, promise me that you'll take care of [name] and marcel. let them know that i love them and they were the closest people that i had to a family.” davina sniffled, wiping a stray tear away with the bottom of her sleeve.

rebekah couldn't help but feel sorry for the young witch. now, rebekah really hope that davina has what it takes to get on the elder witches good graces.

“i promise you, davina.” rebekah replied. they both stayed in silence on the rest of the way.

waking up to hearing commotion, you shuffled in the mattress which supported you with comfort. your inaudible noise caught on to rebekah's ears and within a second, she was by your side. “no! where is [name]? she deserves to know what happened to davina?” marcel's voice shouted by downstairs. you looked at rebekah, who failed to meet eye-contact with you.

“what happened to d, rebekah?” you strained yourself to ask, afraid of the answer. hearing sniffling instead of words, rebekah finally turned her head to you. your face dropped, her eyes were completely red from the crying.

“i'm so sorry, darling. davina did the harvest ritual but she didn't survive.” you could literally feel your heart breaking. davina was just a kid, she deserved a better life than this. your body became numb as rebekah pulled you into a hug, the tears coming to your eyes.

you wanted to let it out but you have a ugly crying face but knowing that your girlfriend wouldn't judge you. “let it all out, darling.” rebekah soothed. you made no hesitation, letting it all out, the ugly sobs, the chocking on the sobs. you just had to let it all, it's better than keeping all the tears bottled up.

you only felt anger and sad, as of right now. you could've pulled away from the hug and overreact and blame rebekah and her brothers. they did snap your neck and you could stopped the ritual but what difference could it have made. davina would have been probably still be dead if you were or weren't there.

i mean if you think about, rebekah tried to help you a bit, she couldn't have seen your face when davina didn't wake up. i guess it was better to hear about the death of the brunette than to witness the death of the young witch. rebekah placed a soft kiss on your temple as it only soothed yourself a bit, her forehead kisses were legendary.

suddenly, the door burst open revealing marcel who seemed to be crying too. realization clicked in your head, you did a protection spell on her, paranoid that someone might have betrayed you. guess paranoia and anxiety can come in handy sometimes. “wait, i did a protection spell on her.” you broke away from the hug, looking at the vampires in the room.

you quickly got up off the bed, and walked to your drawer, revealing your grimoire. opening the book to the page you left a bookmark in, “the spell worked.” you noticed. marcel shoke his head, “[name], your spell didn't work. vina is dead.”

“no, i did this spell for my cousin bonnie back in mystic falls. her finance enzo is alive and breathing because of it.” you said, hopefully that the spell would work for davina. but it only couldn't be a small chance of it happening again.

the protection spell almost took you out for how strong it was. sitting back on the bed, rebekah places her hand on your lower back as you showed the rest of the vampires the spell. marcel's and kol's frown transformed into a huge grin before speeding out of the room, probably off to find davina.

“thank god, that you're okay.” you gasped as you pulled davina into a comforting hug. after, marcel and kol found her, she was still well technically murdered; from where her throat was slitted.

when she reached the mikaelson manor, she got cleaned up and dressed into clean clothes. davina smiled and returned the hug, “i'm so sorry, [name]. i should've warned you or ma—“ you interrupted her, waving your head as a dismissal.

“it's okay, you're here. alive and well and that's all that's matters to me.” you felt arms wrap themselves around your body as you took in the familiar perfume.

rebekah placed her chin on your shoulder as her blonde hair tickled your back. “it's great that you're alive, davina. my darling, would've lost her mind.” rebekah warmly smiled at the brunette witch.

#rebekah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson x reader #rebekah mikaelson x fem!reader #rebekah mikaelson x black!reader #rebekah mikaelson x fem!black!reader

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uwuderes · 4 years ago

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Just Like You

Ask Was-Yandere Mark whose darling is a Viltrumite who arrived on Earth and needs someone to help her out.

This one is way more dark!

Warnings- Depictions of Blood and Violence, Abuse, Spoilers!!

You had crash-landed unto Earth. The planet that you were originally supposed to colonize changed your ways and allowed you to experience new things every single day, so that was no longer your goal. You were going to stop Viltrumites from taking over any planet they'd come across.

When you came too you were surrounded by huge green machines, with things pointed at you.

“Stand down!” You were yelled at. You covered your ears with the noise-making your head ring. Choppers flew in the sky. Everything was so loud, it hurt, so bad. “I repeat stand down!”

“Please! I- I don't wanna hurt anyone!” You yelled back. Then a loud boom caught your ears. You grabbed the missile and flung it back, making a huge explosion blowing up a huge plot of land. “Wait! I-”

Then something else flew at you, it was a person in a yellow and blue suit. You were shoved into the ground. You started to cry, whoever this was was far stronger than you. “Who are you?” It was a more masculine voice said to you.

“Please... I’m a Viltrumite and I need help!” you exclaimed finally pushing away the male with a huge amount of force you didn't realize you even had. You scrambled away, going back to your shuttle and hiding away. You were terrified, who were these people?

The man looked at your shuttle before walking inside, getting closer to you. “You're a Viltrumite? I’m one too…” Your head perked up, maybe this was the one sent from the original home planet. You watched him approach you slowly, kneeling next to you.

“You are?” You asked genuinely curious. He looked around your age but you'd never know with Viltrumites.

“I literally flew in and tackled you, I'm pretty sure that's all the proof you need.” He joked, finally sitting down fully by your side. “Plus I’m not the only one, My dad's the original. I didn't know there would be more of, you know, us.”

“I knew it's just that, wow two for one planet, that's new.” You started to warm up to him. If he's just the offspring of one then, it's his dad that's the original. This boy is clueless as to what Viltrumites are. If he knew what their goal was then he’d be trying to kill you right now.

“Yeah, names Invinc- Scratch that, Mark. Mark Grayson.” He pulled his mask off and held out his hand in which you took.

“(Y/n).”

“Now Miss (Y/n), I'm sorry to tell you this but I have to bring you in. But trust me I won't let anything bad happen alright?” Mark reassured you by pulling you up. You nodded, having him yank you to your feet. “You can fly right?”

“Yeah, I’m just not that good at it.”

“Same, it's so hard.” You chuckled at Mark, as he pulled you out of the shuttle and flew you away.

You perked up as Mark walked through the door with Debbie. He was safe! You flew to him quickly tackling him in a bone-crushing hug. ‘Oh god! Mark, I thought you weren't going to make it!” Mark hugged you back pulling you close. He’d just found out about the Viltrumites and who he was and all he needed to come back home to was you.

“Mom, me, and (Y/n) are going to be upstairs okay.” Debbie nodded as Mark pulled you to his room pulling you close. “I thought I would never see you again… I was scared (Y/n). And it wasn't like normal scared, it was terrified.” Mark sat down the two of you on his bed.

You held him by his face and smiled at him. “Me too, trust me, I need you here more than you need me.” You joked, seeing Mark start to smile.

“(Y/n)... Are we like him… like that-”

“No Mark we aren't. And don't you dare begin to think that. You're nothing like him. Your sweet, funny, and may I add handsome.” You said looking away giggling to yourself. Yes, you did like him but you didn't want to creep him out by admitting that. He raised you, showing you a bunch of things that earth had that your previous planet did not. Plus he was most open with you. You didn't want to ruin the bond the two of you had.

“You think I'm handsome?” Mark perked up looking at you.

“Yeah I mean who wouldn't, I mean dark hair, deep eyes, a nice chin. You know, weirdly, I bet everyone thinks that your so hands-” mark pulled your face close to his, kissing you. You felt your eyes flutter shut. You had no clue what you were doing But Mark led the way. He finally pulled away panting.

“You ramble a lot. I couldn't stop worrying about you when we were apart. It's like you plague my mind, and I love every bit of it.” Mark vented rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. You looked away blushing as he pulled you on top of him. “You know you can take my mind off everything right now.”

“Mark, you know I don't get your innuendos.” You laughed and Mark held you closer to him.

“I can teach you that and so much more right now,” Mark said, kissing you passionately again.

“Mark, When can I leave?” You asked, staring at your boyfriend's ceiling. You've forgotten the reason you are still even here, it was all so fuzzy, everything was a blur. “I know you're showing me all these excellent earth things but, I want to go on my own. I want to be like you!” You bounced up going to his window, looking out.

“You can't okay, you're still new to this place you'll get hurt!” Mark exclaimed, grabbing your hand and pulling you back. You swatted his hand away grabbing at the latch. You eventually snapped it, pushing the mark to the ground.

“I want out!” You yelled pushing it up as Mark tried to recover himself, and you flew away. You knew to move faster, anytime he could fly out and catch you. You haven't flown like this in over a month, you'd be rusty but it’d be worth it. You needed to feel the sun on your skin, the wind on your face. You wanted to experience Earth for all it had to offer. You eventually flew into a city, you didn't know where you were but it was new, and you enjoyed it. You landed down and walked amongst the people. Next thing you knew you heard yelling. This must've been the Villain attacks Mark had constantly ranted to you about.

You ran towards it seeing some beast-like creature, he looked like an anamorphic Lion? You started to slowly approach the beast seeing him going on a rampage before you were yanked away and pulled into the sky by your arm. You looked up seeing Mark in his hero suit. No, No… he can't stop you. Not when you're finally about to be like him and do some good.

“(Y/n) You have 0 fucking clue what you're doing. I nearly lost my life to that thing okay! I do these things to protect you. You can't be me. Mark went on a tangent pulling you further into the sky.

“Put me down!” You exclaimed but he only went further. “Please I don't wanna die… I don't wanna die…”

“You won't die. I'm just going to show you what it's like to be me.” Mark replied, smiling sinisterly at you. You were above the clouds, and finally, he stopped and pulled you up to where he held you by your forearm. “You know my dad showed me this as a way to get information out of people. Oh well, it's a good lesson teacher, don't you think?” With that mark let go letting you fall. You couldn't stop and start flying, you couldn't conjure up how. With that, all you depended on was a mark to save you.

“Please... I'm sorry!” You yelled falling faster and faster not even with your strength you could stop yourself. You saw the top of a building come up as you continue to fall. You looked up seeing Mark fly quickly down towards you. You felt the back of your head collide with the building, as your left leg snapped entirely. You yelled out as Mark pushed you down into the concrete. You felt everything leave as you fell into the concrete, your head colliding with each floor. You yelled out watching as Mark smiled, beginning to laugh.

“You like that huh, you like being me! Seeing everything around you die and you can't do shit to save them!” You felt your back hit the last floor and you yelled out, this isn't how you saw this evening would pan out.

“You... You are just like him. You're just like your father, you psychotic son of a bitch!’ You yelled, coughing up blood.

“Don't you dare compare me to that asshole… You felt your body give out as Mark picked up your body once more. “Now you're going back home, and we are going to be a happy fucking couple, I don't want to hear shit about it.”

#mark grayson x reader #yandere mark grayson #mark grayson #yandere invinvible #invincible #invincible animated series #reader insert #yandere #yandere x reader #dark fic #tw impact #tw abuse

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totheblood · 4 years ago

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two slow dancers | p.p.

chapter 4: come into the water

summary: y/n stark has always hated peter parker but her hate is taken to a new level when she finds out he's the soul heir to her dad's legacy. sadly, its up to these two angsty teenagers to protect the world and they cant do that if they're fighting all the time.

y/n beats peter's ass and he likes it

enemies to lovers, slow burn

WORD COUNT: 2.0k

WARNINGS: mention of death, y/n is annoying so that's a warning...

Peter never thought he would be sitting next to a crying Y/N Stark, but here we are.

All you could do was blink in response to Peter literally thinking that you blamed him for the death of your father. You wanted to laugh to yourself, because this was a misunderstanding, if you had ever seen one. You were upset because Peter was in your dad’s will, while Peter was upset because he was actively blaming himself for your dad’s death. And you felt awful. Granted, you felt awful when you thought he knew you were talking about the will, but this was a whole different ball game. You wanted to cry some more, but Peter was still in your room and you already felt embarrassed about crying in front of him in the first place. So instead, you sat stunned in front of Peter who was obviously trying to read your face.

“Uh, Y/N, are you okay?” Peter waved his hand in front of your face, meaning it as a playful gesture, but it only made you slightly annoyed.

“Peter, I am so sorry, I had no idea you thought that.” You knew your voice sounded small but you didn't let that stop you from apologizing to Peter. As much as you didn't like him, you knew that it wasn't okay to let him think that he had killed your father.

“Oh, it’s okay, it’s fine..” You could tell he was trying to be polite and didn’t want to make you feel worse and honestly, you kicked yourself for that. You never went to the same lengths to make Peter feel good, yet here he was, walking on eggshells so you didn’t have to feel bad about berating him in front of the whole school on your first day of senior year. He was good, he had always been good, and you felt bad for hating him. This small interaction didn’t change your feelings about him, but it did make you feel guilty for having them and that’s what was bothering you.

All you ever felt around Peter was guilt. You felt guilty when you didn't like him, you felt guilty when you did like him, and you felt guilty when everyone else liked him. The reality of the situation was that Peter didn't do anything wrong. He was nice and kind and tried to make you feel better even when you didn't deserve it. But he took so much from you. He took your dad's time, your dad's company, and his love and affection. You weren't afraid to admit that you were jealous of Peter Parker, but you were scared to admit just how guilty you felt about it.

So you hugged him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you, fighting every instinct in your body that told you to not do that very thing. You have never been this close to Peter Parker, you had never even stood this close before and now you were hugging. You could tell it shocked him too. It was a foreign feeling, but it didn't feel wrong, but you also couldn't say you liked it. Peter's arms remained at his side as his body sort of leaned into yours, and you could tell he was unsure of whether or not he should be returning this hug. You knew he wasn't exactly fond of you either and that it would take some work for him to even be comfortable around you, but you honestly didn't care right now. You are hugging him and he smells like the Mahogany Teakwood candle from Bath and Body Works and he's warm and when you close your eyes you're not just hugging Peter Parker, you're hugging a piece of your dad that was left behind on Earth. So you held him closer and a little tighter and this time he hugged you back.

His body that was once tense, decided to relax and you felt as if you could almost have a friend in him. But that was wishful thinking and you knew that whatever this moment was, was a lapse in judgment caused by grief on both parts. When Peter hugged you he felt your father too and he didn't know how badly he needed to be hugged by you until he was sobbing into the corner of your neck. You would never understand why Peter chose you to grieve to, but he did and you listened as he cried about what your dad had done for him, how he treated him, and how he was looking for a way to get him back. You were so wrapped up in the sheer weirdness of the situation that you had almost let the last thing Peter said slip your mind. He was looking for a way to get your father back, an option you have never considered.

“Wait, Peter, what?” You gently pushed him off of you so you could get a better look into his eyes and hopefully he would give you some insight on what he was doing. If he has found a way to get your father back, you would want to be involved and if he didn't let you, you would have found your way in anyways.

“I’m looking for a way to get Mr. Stark back.” He stated simply, as if it was something as simple as doing his math homework. You knew it was crazy, you knew you hated Peter, and yet you were about to beg him to let you help.

You were as much as a wiz at technology, if not more, as Peter, and if it had to do with anything doing with technology or engineering, you were the person to go to. Plus, it was your dad, and if someone was going to bring him back, you didn’t want it to be Peter Parker. Not only would Peter probably be the first thing your dad sees, but your dad would end up being more obsessed with Peter than he was before, and you would be damned if you let that happen.

“I know it sounds crazy, but there’s so many ways, time travel, using that thing that was on his suit and making him like a robot. Of course you don’t want a robot version of your dad, but it’s better than no dad, right? And that’s just one option, I’ve been researching them all summer and I think I have a really good shot so I-” You had to cut him off because you knew he could talk forever if you let him.

“I want in.” You stated simply, your own eyes now dry and cold, staring into Peter’s.

“You want in?” Peter looked shocked, he did that a lot, but he didn’t look opposed.

“I want in, I want to bring him back, and if the two of us are working at it, then I’m sure we can do it.” You gave him an unsure smile, because you were. You didn’t think this plan would even work in the slightest but you wanted to live in ignorant bliss and escape the harsh reality of the situation you were already living in.

Of course you knew escapism wasn’t the best solution to your problem, but there wasn’t any solution right now nor would there ever be. Your dad would always be dead, and you would always be angry and alone. You were fully aware this was a distraction but you also knew that if aliens and wizards were real, that there had to be some way to bring Tony Stark back.

“Okay! Yeah, sure! That would be nice. I could use the help” Peter smiled at you and you instantly knew that this wasn’t going to be easy. So you walked him out, Morgan running to give him a hug, her eyes heavy and tired, as he picked her up and gave her several kisses over her face. He handed her tiny body over to you and her body almost immediately relaxed once she leant her head on her shoulder. Peter’s heart grew warm at the fact that you were so kind and gentle with Morgan, it’s one of the reasons he had so much faith in you in the first place.

“After school Friday, my place?” He whispered at you, careful to not upset the resting girl on your shoulder. You just nodded at him and shut the door as he left down the hallway.

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“Penis Parker? You’re working with him?” Flash grumbled next to you, trying to push past the crowded hallway to your locker. You told Flash about the deal you made with Peter because you knew that it would be easier to do if you had support from your best friend. If you needed someone to remind you why you were doing this, or calm you down from sucker punching Peter, Flash would be that person. And you needed to do this.

“Yeah, he’s smart and the only one who can even hold a candle to my skills.” You gloated, wiggling your eyebrows at Flash as you opened your locker. Flash was leaning up against the lockers next to yours, notebook in hand and a very obviously annoyed look on his face.

“Okay, but if he tries anything, I’m coming for him.” You rolled your eyes, checking your lipgloss in the heart-shaped mirror you hung up on the door of your locker.

“If he tries anything, I’m coming for hi-” Your voice stopped short as you noticed a new face walking down the hall. He was tall and had a face so symmetrical you could swear he was a GQ model. You knew if you had seen him before, you would remember him, so he had to be new. He had brown hair that fell only slightly into his face, almost covering his hazel-green eyes.

“Who is that?” You asked, the corner of your mouth turning slightly upwards as you shut your locker and leaned back against the cold metal with Flash. He turned his head slightly, only to look at who you were talking about, causing him to roll his eyes.

“That’s Harry Osborn, super rich, super in demand.” He turned back to you, punching your shoulder playfully. “If you want him, get in line.”

“Y/N Stark does not get in line.” You replied coldly, before throwing yourself into the middle of the hallway, pretending to trip right at the foot of Harry, and if he had a moral compass, he would have to help you up. You couldn’t believe you were throwing yourself at the foot of some man but you were going through a lot, and he just seemed like another answer. Plus, the fact that his father was also rich and owned a major company meant that he would probably get you. Maybe you wouldn’t even have to sign a prenup.

“Woah, hey! You okay?” He asked, crouching down, to grab your arm and help you up, his smile wide and eyes even brighter in person. You got up with his help, brushing off the dirt from your pants and beaming up at him.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry. I’m clumsy, what can I say?” You let out the fakest laugh you think you ever heard, but you think he bought it.

“Well, hi “Clumsy”, I’m Harry. Harry Osborn.” Yikes. Dad jokes.

This time he outstretched his hand for you to shake it.

“I’m Y/N. Y/N Stark.” You took his hand shaking it and holding on for a little too long. “You’re new here?”

“Yeah, how could you tell? Do I look as lost as I feel?” He practically laughed out, his nerves now showing.

“Well, we’ll show you around,” You pointed to Flash as he raised a hand to wave and pushed himself off the locker and came walking towards you two. “This is Flash, and you, my friend are in good hands.”

As you walked down the hall, shoulder to shoulder with your newfound friend, Peter was watching from his locker, his heart racing.

He couldn’t tell if it was because you were hanging out with an Osborn, or if it was because it looked like you were enjoying yourself.

(¬_¬)ゞ♥︎ˀˀ ...

✎ . . . ♡: a/n: ahh another one? yeah... im gonna make a masterlist but i dont know how... been on tumblr for years and never got to make a masterlist help..... but Yeah.... Y/N hate club personally..

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whenwordsmakesense · 3 years ago

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Another first sentence + 5 sentence fic, "I hate it when you're being a martyr!!?"

Lol, next time just send me a sentence. I don't think I'll ever be doing "only" +5 sentences xD

Okay, okay, so this isn't from my *THE* time-travel fic, but the thing is... I just love the idea of a bamf!sterek that go back in time and don't tell anyone about the truth and then comes this CONFRONTATION and everyone else is confused/in awe.

Quick rundown of dynamics, just because: Alpha Talia Hale. Human/Alpha Mate Nathaniel Hale. Betas Peter Hale, Laura Hale, Cora Hale, Claudia Stilinski. Human Noah John Stilinski. Alpha Derek Hale (but he presents as a beta to everyone except Stiles). Human Stiles Stilinski (but he is actually a spark, the strongest there is).

Idk their ages, but you can imagine Stiles as a 15/16 year old teen (he's mentally older, of course, think like... hmm... let's say he came back in time at age 21. So he should be 30, mentally). That makes Derek 21/22 (mentally 36).

Okay, enough rambling, now let's get down to the fic!! I'll be writing this from Laura's POV. Also, tell me if I should post this one on AO3? Now it's on AO3!

The Moon's Come Out

"I hate it when you're being a martyr."

Stiles' voice is a soft whisper underneath the chaos of blood and death, but it's not quite enough to drown under. It's a resigned exhale of breath, a truth so absolute that it's no longer just a truth. It's a fact.

Laura Hale wonders when her baby brother aligned himself to such a fact. She wonders lots of things about her baby brother.

She remembers the day when it all changed. When Derek changed. It was subtle, but it was prominent.

She remembers when she'd helped Derek with his flirting skills. Paige, she remembers; the same Paige who had once held Derek's eyes had been rendered into nothing that day. No, not nothing—something else. Something deeper. Something like grief.

But why would Derek grieve someone living? It's a mystery, but more than that it's an act shared between Derek and Stiles—like they're barely tethered to the world, and every moment with anyone but each other is like a gift and a curse, all in one.

But this isn't the time to think about it, how it feels like she's lost Derek once.

It's time to save him.

"Mom," her voice is a barely there sound, but her mom, her Alpha, she's here.

And she's silently crying.

"Mom, we need to- need to help him,"

Her mom is nodding her head, and they're moving between the bloody bodies—hunters, who'd come to kill them, only to die by Stiles'... everything.

Laura feels she can save him.

"Stop." Stiles' voice is still a whisper, but it's an order. A command.

Her mom—Alpha Talia Hale—stops in her tracks, and Laura, with her injured leg has to stop with her.

Dad is shouting at Cora to stay back, and John is trying to free Claudia and Peter from their confines, and Laura can hear all that. But right now, her world boils to where Derek is. On the ground, only a few feet away but so, so far away, spitting blood out of his mouth as his healing tries to kick in where the bullets are lodged on his body.

Bullets. Because Derek had jumped in front of the hunters when they started shooting at Peter and Claudia. And they're all wolfsbane laced.

Laura opens her mouth to protest, to shout, but Stiles doesn't let her.

He's always stopped her from talking.

She hates Stiles.

He's taken Derek away from her. From the pack.

"I can deal with this, you don't have to worry,"

"You can't order me around." Laura's eyes flash at her Alpha's tone, and she bares her neck.

Stiles' jaw sets with a determined look. "Oh, yeah? You really think so, Talia?" Laura watches him as he speaks, words fast paced and laced with worry and fear and anger. It's an ensemble of emotions, but even Laura has to admit that there's always been something special about this kid. His hands work as he talks.

"I mean, maybe you do. You Hales always think you know the best, don't you? It's like you think nobody else has any brains but you. Well, except Peter. That fucker is just too clever for his own good and he knows it. But he at least knows not to underestimate others. That's more than I can say for you, Talia. Or Laura. You two are so similar, you know?"

Laura does. She does know. And she is proud of that fact. But Stiles says it like a curse, like being so similar to her own mother—her Alpha—is nothing short of the worst thing.

Laura wonders why. She wonders a lot when it comes to Stiles.

"Stiles," everyone stops at that voice, as if freezing in place would freeze time itself.

Laura has been tortured, she's seen more blood than she needs to today, and she'd cried herself hoarse when they'd started to torture her previously unconscious mom. And then she'd wanted to die when the hunters turned their guns toward Cora, Claudia and Peter. So much so that she'd barely noticed Derek somehow escaping from his own personal confinement, the shackles he was in, all of it covered in wolfsbane. Neither had she witnessed Stiles breaking the literal cage the humans of their pack had been put in. But the thing that truly, truly scares her isn't any of those things. No.

It's losing Derek. Her baby brother (he used to hate it when she called him that, but when he changed, that hate turned into a grieving sort of fondness, like this was something he'd missed), who feels more like an adult than she is, her Derek. She can't lose him. She just can't.

It would break her. It would break the pack. Derek has always been the heart of it, the sweet little kid who is adored by his sisters and trusted by his parents; the man who even Peter respects, and Claudia cherishes like her own son, and John who calls him a good man.

It's no surprise they all just stop when Derek speaks for the first time since he was shot. And oh, was it only minutes ago? It feels like hours.

"Finally coherent, huh?" Stiles asks Derek, like Derek speaking right now is no big deal. Like it's that easy to try and repel the poison of wolfsbane.

"Shut up," Derek coughs out, voice throaty and weak.

"Derek," someone calls out. It's choked with tears, and it's a female, and it's her voice. "Derek! Please don't die,"

Derek tries to move his head, but falls back on the ground with a thump. Stiles swats at him, and Laura only now notices that Stiles' hands are covered in blood, one anchored on Derek's chest while the other digs around one of the holes. There's a host of bullets lying on the other side; Stiles throws another bullet there.

Perhaps everyone notices the same thing just then, because everyone makes a noise, a wail of pain and disgust and fear, all of it mixed in one sound.

Her mom has lost all her fight in herself, and Laura deflates, too. Stiles seems to know what he's doing.

And he doesn't seem to care what he sounds like.

"No, shut up? Me? Shut up? I swear to the fucking moon, you asshole, if you die on me I'll follow you. I'll fucking follow you there, because nothing is left for me here, okay, and I know you know that. You know this. How could you even do this to me? I told you to wait for my signal! I never would have let them get hurt, Derek! No, no, shut up! You keep your words to yourself and you listen, you goddamn martyr, you listen.

You made me a promise. When we came back, you promised me we'd be together. Always. We'll fix things, then we'll live, and then we'll die. Together. But you-you broke that promise, Der. You did tha-that,"

Laura is missing something. They all are.

Stiles' voice is a steady stream, a flow broken only by the cracks in his voice and the anger in it. And then it's a whisper, the height of his voice toppled down by his sorrow.

Derek smiles softly, as if Stiles worrying himself to death about him is not a new thing. Like Derek almost dies on a constant basis, and this is a routine they have—Stiles worries, Stiles shouts, and then Derek smiles because he's still here. He isn't gone yet.

Laura watches as Derek puts his weight on his elbows, brings his face close to Stiles'. Nobody interrupts them, still frozen in time, still processing what they just went through. Stiles shuts his eyes.

"I am here. I am here, Stiles," Derek tells Stiles, and Stiles takes a shaky breath, and it hangs there, that breath—the worry, the anger, the pain, everything—between them, before Derek lunges forward and presses his lips against Stiles'.

There are a few sharp breaths, and a hysterical giggle from Claudia. "I told you," she says, and Laura thinks she's saying it to John.

Laura isn't exactly surprised. She's caught them kissing multiple times, and she's always wanted to tattle on them. And she would have, because this is wrong—Stiles is a teenager and Derek is an adult—but Stiles is clever and somehow always a few steps ahead of her. He knows all of her secrets, and she'd rather he didn't but that's not the life she has. No, the life she has is—

—clearer in hindsight. She thinks back on those kisses, shared in the early mornings or late nights, between whispered words that Laura couldn't make out and with a desperation that went beyond the desperation of wanting a good time.

And she looks now, looks at the way Stiles' breaths are shaky and labored, but his hands are steady, even as he brings flames appear out of nowhere and presses it against Derek's bullet wounds. She looks at the way Derek has his forehead pressed against Stiles', and how he moves his head to Stiles' neck at the precise moments that the fire touches his skin. Like he's done this before, knows how to keep his pain between him and Stiles. She looks at the way Stiles' other hand, still bloody, tangles in Derek's hair, comforts him, like he's the only comfort Derek needs in this world.

She looks at the way Derek's body heals, like even his body is used to being hurt like this.

"It all makes sense," Peter's voice brings her out of her thoughts, and she turns to look at him. He's vibrating with excitement. "The way they talk—the way they behave—it all makes sense!"

Laura doesn't want to know. She doesn't want to know how this much blood and death and crying and confusion could ever make sense.

But if knowing is the answer to ease the burden on Stiles' and Derek's shoulders, she'll take it. She will know.

#derek hale #stiles stilinski #laura hale #the hale pack #teen wolf #my fic #thanks for the prompt!

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tastyykpop · 4 years ago

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𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒-Part 1

Pairings: yandere mafia leader!baekhyun x reader

Genre: suggestive, smut in later chapters, angst probs, fluff here and there but its very lowkey

《teaser next》

Warnings: kidnapping, drug use, alcohol consumption, baeks kinda crazy, pet names, master kink, spanking (he literally spanks her once), choking (not in a kinky way), mentions of blood and murder

Word count: 4.9k

Tag list: @wooya1224 @geniusloey tell me if you want to be tagged!!

⚠️ this is purely fictional and not how I imagine baekhyun to actually act. If you feel like you're in a situation like this please run and report it. I do not support this behavior.

How long has it been? 3 or 5 days? Maybe even a week. You didnt know nor did you care. But why would you? You've gave up caring ever since your boyfriend, Sungho was murdered right in front of you, but you couldn't even see who the murderer was which drove you insane.

Tears and blood stained your pretty skin that night, so much agony and rage ran through your veins. All you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and scream until you passed out. But its been days since you've gotten a proper good night's sleep and it was eating you away ever so slowly. Everytime you closed your eyes, you remembered that dreadful day, Sungho's screams, the terror on his beautiful face, his lifeless bloody body. What did he do to deserve death? Why did it have to be him?

"Y/n! Y/n, its been four days please come out of your room!" It was the familiar voice of your mother and her knocking that brought you back to reality. She was almost begging, she hasn't seen you since you locked yourself away that night so you couldnt blame her for being worried, but you were fine. "I'm coming in."

She pushed your door open to see you cuddling your blanket with no emotion on your face. You looked at her with barely any care and rolled over, facing away from her.

She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, "You know y/n, we'll get to the bottom of this and have them put behind bars. It's gonna be ok-"

"No its not," you rasped from not using your voice in so long, "I dont even know what the murderer looked like, how can we put them behind bars!?" There was a small pause, she knew finding them wasnt likely which hurt you like hell, but she was still trying her best to comfort you.

"...At least come out of your room, everyone's worried." Your mother pleaded and though you really didnt want to move, you didnt want to upset or worry anyone any further so you got up.

With a smile, she did the same and led you downstairs to where you dad and sister were. They tensed when they saw you, but nonetheless smiled sadly, thanking the heavens you were okay.

"You look horrible..." your sister, Haeun, commented making you cringe. It wasnt like she was wrong, you spent four days not taking a shower and sitting in the same clothes so of course you looked bad, who wouldn't.

You excused yourself and went into the kitchen grabbing the first thing you saw, a bottle of vodka. Now it wasnt the best drink you could've had, but you decided to drink away your pain and suffering since you couldnt take the heart ache any longer.

"Shes doing it again." Your mother whispered but you heard her clear as day. "Shouldnt we stop her?"

"What for? She won't listen and she's traumatized. There's nothing much we could do right now." Your dad spoke with sadness watching as you took a quick swig from the substance.

Normally, you're not one to drink vodka but now it felt good, maybe too good. The more you drank it, the less pain you were in. It could last forever, you thought, but nothing lasts forever.

As you poured yourself another drink, you started wondering about Sungho again. If there were an afterlife, was he happy there? Would he be watching over you, making sure you were happy and healthy?If only it were that simple.

Though you and him were starting to drift off a bit, you still cared and loved him and now you're starting to take everything you guys went through for granted. Its what you get.

Standing up, you left the kitchen a bit dizzy from only drinking alcohol and having nothing else in your system and went back upstairs to take a shower. You decided after drinking, you wanted to go to the club you always go to. Normally, you didnt go on a Thursday, but you thought since you haven't been out in a while that it would be good to leave and breathe in the fresh air.

You took a fairly quick shower and your hair and makeup didnt take long either. Finally stopping to look at yourself in the mirror, your saw how pale and tired you were. Almost lifeless. You figured that once you finally have a good time, it would all go away and you'd be happy again.

"Where are you going?" You jumped at the voice of Haeun who appeared out of nowhere.

"To the club." You stated nonchalantly,

Haeun frowned, "Thats not a good idea, all you'll do is drink until you pass out. And there's always weirdos waiting for their turn with someone vulnerable like that."

A smile formed on your face trying to lighten up the mood a bit, "Ill be fine. I promise nothing bad will happen."

Haeun sighed, almost sounding like a bratty child who didn't get their way because she knew she wouldn't change your mind no matter how hard she tried. It sucked to have a stubborn sibling like yourself.

Sehun rolled his eyes at the sight of Baekhyuns scheduled flirting session. The girl was dressed in barely anything and he could tell she was probably Baekhyuns new toy for the night as he started getting handsy with her. But Sehun could see how Baekhyuns eyes weren't always looking at her. Instead, they sometimes searched passed the girl in hopes to find something else. He knew what, actually who he was searching for so he never asked or mentioned it.

He remembered you perfectly. Your calm and sleeping figure laying peacefully on your boyfriends chest. It was a shame he had to wake you up while he killed the man. And it was a shame to see such a pretty girl cry and scream with such fright in her eyes.

But Sehun didn't feel that bad, he did what he was supposed to do with only a little remorse.

"Sehun," Baekhyun called, the younger lifted his head waiting for him to continue, "Are you sure you didn't hurt my little toy the other day?"

Sehun scoffed, "If I did, I'd be dead by now, hyung."

The man chuckled sadistically , "She hasn't been here in a while," Baekhyun looked up from the girl and turned to Sehun, "Its only safe to ask."

"Hyung, I told you before that shes probably scared." Sehun face palmed when Baekhyun glared at him.

"A little red shouldnt effect someone that bad."

"I kil-" Sehun stopped what he was about to say, forgetting about the girl straddling Baekhyuns lap and cleared his throat, "Shes not used to stuff like that, Baek."

He didn't care about what Sehun said and ignored the youngests pointless blabbering, returning his attention back the girl only for a short amount of time until something caught his attention.

You walked in his club with confidence and beauty not giving any staring man the time of day and took your usual seat at the bar. After ordering your drink, you put your head in your arms and Baekhyun grinned.

Now was his chance, there's no way anyone will get in his way and there was no way he'd let this chance go.

"Stay here." Baekhyun said to Sehun, pushing the girl off him as he stood up. She almost pulled him back but he gave her such a terrifying death glare that made her stop.

"Theres no way youre actually gonna go talk to her...right?" Sehun questioned a bit shocked that Baekhyun was actually going to you after so long.

"Of course I am, I'll be back." With that, Baekhyun walked away from the two with only one thing on his mind: you.

He waltzed with a smirk of pure evil. What would he do? Only God knew, but he couldnt help himself when he saw your pretty face.

All eyes watched Baekhyun stop next to you, astonished that he went to talk to a girl and not the other way around, "Excuse me sweetheart," You popped your head up in the direction Baekhyun spoke, he took a seat next to you with an almost comforting smile when he saw your red cheeks, "But are you okay."

You wanted to spill everything that happened so bad because you needed to get it out, but you didnt know the man and neither did he know you so all you could do was nod, "Im fine."

Baekhyun knew behind your lying eyes was someone in pain and searching for a person to hold, but he couldnt do anything just yet and tried loosening you up to him so he could do what he wanted to do in the first place.

"C'mon sweetheart, you can tell me anything." He smiled that charismatic smile of his, "I'm easy to talk to."

It was believable for the most part and you laughed a bit, the first laugh you actually had since that tragic night, "You seem like a sweet talker," you smirked causing Baekhyun to chuckle, "Whats the catch?"

"There is no catch, I just wanted to know if youre okay. And besides, I could tell you've been crying." He pointed to your tear stained cheeks and you mentally cursed yourself for unintentionally crying just a few moments ago.

"Oh.."

"Dont worry," He chuckled, "Whatever it is im sure you'll get over it." Baekhyun almost failed to hide his sinful smug as you frowned and covered it quickly with a swig of your drink.

But something inside was eating you away about what happened, you needed to let out your emotions and you started caring less and less that he was a stranger. Then again, what if you scared him away? What will happen next?

"At least tell me your name first," You blushed and shyly looked over at him who had an expecting glint in his eyes, "Then maybe ill tell you why I'm so upset."

Baekhyun stretched his hand out in front of him and you gently shook it. Damn he had a strong grip, "My names Byun Baekhyun and you?" He asked as if he didnt know who you were.

"Y/n L/n." You beamed, wondering why his name was so familiar. "So uh- my story..." Fumbling with the drink in your hands, you sighed heavily, "Long story short, my boyfriend was...murdered in front of me." You mumbled the last bit, but you didnt need to repeat yourself as Baekhyun already knew every single detail of that night thanks to Sehun.

Placing a soft hand on your shoulder he whispered with fake sympathy, "I understand now why you're so upset," Liar, "I feel terrible," No he doesn't.

He wiped a stray tear that had slipped down your cheeks and sent you a solemn look.

"I-its in the past i guess." You muttered, "I can't change a thing about it."

Damn right you couldnt. Even if there were some form of time travel, Baekhyun wouldn't dare let you try and change the past because that would mean you weren't entirely his. But since there isn't anything like that, Baekhyun has nothing to worry about except figuring out how to bring you back with him.

"Would you like a glass of water, y/n?" Baekhyun asked quickly as a thought popped into his head. You nodded your head slowly and Baekhyun called over the bartender. You werent really paying attention to him ordering the water and just let your mind slip to the sound of the music and looked around the room, tapping your fingers to the beat, but you stopped when you felt a pair of sharp eyes watching you from somewhere. You looked here and there before stopping on a man that was a about a few inches taller than Baekhyun. He had a eerie grin on his face when you noticed him, then he winked.

Chills went down your spine and you spun yourself around in your chair facing forwards causing Baekhyun to raise an eyebrow but he didnt question it.

"Heres the water." He handed the drink over and you thanked him before taking a sip. It tasted a bit weird but not all water tasted the same, though it was slightly dry for water.

"So tell me about yourself, y/n." Baekhyun checked his watch, all he needed was fifteen minutes then you were all his. "You seem like an interesting person." He looked up and smiled.

"Well," You thought about what was possibly interesting enough to tell him, "Im in my second year of college!" A smile crossed your lips.

"Oh really? Where do you go?" Baekhyun did seem interested to know some parts of your life. Somehow, you caught his attention like that. Thats why Sehun was a surprised when he finally made his move with you.

"Seoul of Performing Arts." You beamed. It was the happiest moment in your life when you got accepted and all of your family members, extended and close, celebrated your acceptance, "My boyfriend, Sungho, went there too."

He just about rolled his eyes but replaced it with a nod and a fake warm smile. If you knew him better, you'd know that smile was only him clenching his jaw in anger.

"How cute." The glint in his eyes proved he was lying and maybe you were too stupid or innocent to notice when you took another sip of water.

He watched and wished his plan could go faster, he was excited to have fun with his pretty little toy and he couldnt wait any longer.

"What about you?" You raised a brow. There was still something in your gut that made you feel like you knew him. And you still wondered why. Was he someone famous in the city? Maybe you've heard your friends mention him here and there? What was it about him that was so familiar?

"You'll know soon enough kitten." You frowned at the pet name as he pat your head like you were a small child yet you chose to ignore it.

It was a bit outlandish and made you more skeptical to know who he was.

"Thats not very reassuring, Baekhyun." Your quirked.

"Why tell you when I can just show you?" He leaned in, mocking your now pouty lips and chuckled, "The drugs should be setting in by now."

You lifted your head up with wide eyes, "Wait what?" Did you hear him right? Did he say what you thought he said? "What do you mean drugs!?" You said with awestruck as your heart raced in fear. You hoped to god he was just joking

The man before you smirked that unpleasant smirk of his, almost like the guy you saw before and you started panicking more, knowing he wasn't kidding. You tried to get up and run but you felt so woozy in a matter of seconds. Not to mention the sudden pain in your stomach that made you want to throw up. What was Baekhyuns plan? Why did he do this!? You thought at least one thing could go right tonight and maybe you could have fun, but you were wrong. So so wrong.

Trying to leave the club building, you knew you wouldn't make it but you still wanted to attempt an escape. It didn't have to be like this. Each step made it harder to move and your eyes started drooping. It was too late for you.

Already collapsed on the ground, people gasped and stared at your almost lifeless body as Baekhyun tilted his head to the side, "She tried, ill give her that." He walked over and crouched down next to you, moving the hair out of your pale face, "But not hard enough."

In an instant, your body was thrown over the man's shoulder. No one commented on anything that happened in fear that they could be next. It was impossible to say that they felt bad either, they were just glad it didn't happen to themselves.

"Sehun," He called out to the younger male but Sehun was already ahead of him, "You drive." He tossed him the keys.

With a nod they both walked out, you on Baekyuns shoulder as he took you to the expensive car. Gently, he placed you down in backseat, putting your seatbelt on for you, and climbed in on the other side to sit next to you.

"All this just for a girl." Sehun shook his head but needless to say he still smirked, "Youre loosing yourself, hyung." The car sparked and drove off into the night, no cops came searching. They knew better. And neither was there news of your kidnapping, the city stayed quiet.

Sure once your parents realized you were gone they'd start freaking out, but would they dare mess with Baekhyun? Would anyone actually try to mess with him? The mafia could easily answer that with an optimistic no. Remember, Baekhyun had power. No one is going to stop him.

"How long will she be out for?" Sehun asked.

Baekhyun shrugged, "Like an hour or two." He was excited for your life with him now, he knew you were finally his after a year of watching you come and go in his club, plus the small stalking he did when he wanted to see you, and he could only smile. No one can get in between him and your love anymore. "Shes gonna love it when she gets home!"

Sehun chuckled at Baekhyuns almost child like enthusiam and started, "She seems a bit innocent," he paused, looking back at your passed out body in the mirror before returning back to the road, "Normally women don't look off into space when someone's buying them a drink."

"Maybe she's a bit slow, but she wouldn't be here with me if that didn't happen."

The candle flickered in the dark as you awoke on a strange bed. You're head was pounding a bit as you tried looking around at your unfamiliar surroundings. What happened? Was your first thought and you started questioning where you were too. You knew something wasn't right but you couldn't understand why.

You tried getting up only to be locked in place by restraints on your wrists. They were only silk but they were tied tight enough to keep you still. Tilting your head in confusion, you heard foot steps coming towards the door and stopping for a mere few seconds before the door handle twisted.

You anticipated what was going to happen, you didnt even know what was going on in the first place, but you remembered the man standing in front of you.

"B-Baekhyun..?"

"Hey, kitten." That sinister smile was plastered on his face. You were sure it held more meanings then just one.

"Where a-am i?"

He almost cooed at your curiosity but composed himself, "At my mansion, where you'll be staying from now on."

There was a moment where you had to think, interestingly enough what Baekhyun said didnt even frighten you in the slightest, but then again you were high off the drug.

"C-Can you u-untie my hands please?" Your voice was soft and quiet, Baekhyun noticed you werent fully aware of your surroundings and complied, untying the silk from your wrists.

Your eyes were a little dilated when you looked at him. He was gorgeous, you had to give him that, though you wanted to remember why something wasn't sitting right with him. "Baekhyun?"

He looked up with a hum.

"Who...are y-you to me?" You squinted your eyes at the man who sat on the bed next to you, drawing small shapes on your thigh in a sort of loving manner.

"Your boyfriend, y/n."

Boyfriend? You have a boyfriend?

"I have a boyfriend..?" You muttered and asked more to yourself than to him, but he snickered, knowing way more than you did.

"Kitten you drank too much, go back to sleep." He lied and pushed your shoulders down so you were flat against the mattress.

"I-i did?" You whined when Baekhyun kissed your cheek. He always wanted to kiss more than your cheek, he couldnt bring himself to do that unless you were fully conscious for him.

"Yes baby girl, so get some sleep."

You grumbled, "I-Im not t-tired."

Baekhyun sighed, "Then what would the pretty girl like to do?"

You perked up on the mattress and grinned, "Im hungry!"

"Youre hungry?" Baekhyun repeated with a smile at your small childlike energy and you nodded back, "I can ask someone to make you something if you'd like."

"Please!"

He stood up, waiting for you to do the same but since you weren't very awake, you stumbled a bit.

Baekhyun settled with carrying you to the mansions kitchen, awing at your cuteness the whole time. It was a bit of a walk but luckily you were light.

Sitting you down, Baekhyun walked off, finding someone to cook for you. In your state, you felt a bit lonely, only knowing Baekhyun and not your surroundings, it made you feel a bit lost. It shocked you too how you didnt remember Baekhyun being your boyfriend, you started question the relationship between the two of you more.

"Princess i got you your favorite dish!" He walked in with a plate of jjajangmyeon and set it down in front of you.

Your mouth was watering and you were ready to dig in before wondering, "H-How do you know m-my favorite dish?"

Baekhyun hesitated at the question before clearing his throat and spoke with a raised brow, "We're dating y/n, why wouldn't I know what you like?"

"Uh yeah..right...." you dug in, your mind was starting to clear up a bit, not enough for you to fully remember anything though. But the more you thought, the more consciousness you regained.

Baekhyun watched as you gobbled down the meal with full satisfaction. This wouldn't be the first time he's watched you and neither would it be the last. He liked knowing you were eating well and were healthy so he was proud.

"I-im done!"

"Good girl. Now wait for me to come back so we can go to bed, okay?" You nodded and sat patiently as he took your plate and waited for your boyfriend to come back.

A few moments later, Baekhyun still was no where to be seen and your mind was slowly coming back, "N-no...wait." mumbling to yourself, you figured it out in just mere seconds and remembered that your boyfriend was brutally murdered four days ago in front of you. After four days you went to the bar to drink away the anguish and met someone, that someone was Byun Baekhyun. After thirty or so minutes of talking to him, you were drugged when you werent paying attention and passed out minutes later. Now you were here at Baekhyuns mansion, lied to and kidnapped. "Oh fuck."

The chair scraped against the floor and you wasted no time running to your hopeful freedom.

But you weren't a lucky person. Oh no you weren't. You were tossed and pushed against the door you were about to open by someone much bigger. He was the same guy you saw at the bar and his smirk was nothing different. Cynical and frightening.

The man stepped closer to you before putting one hand next to your head and whispered, "Are you playing a cat and mouse game with hyung now? How cute." Standing tall, he grabbed you by the hair and dragged you back to where you came. You groaned and tried fighting back, but there was no use, he wasn't going to let go until after he practically threw you into Baekhyuns arms.

You were about to scream at Baekhyun and the no name man until Baekhyun covered your mouth with his hand, "Say something and you'll regret it." He growled into your ear as you shook and fought.

You hummed against him and tried biting his hand and punching his side, but he was like a man of steel and let it happen, only raising his brow like he wanted to hurt you, but didnt.

"Sehun, tell Chanyeol to lock all the doors for the next week or so 'til she learns how to behave."

The man nodded and ran off leaving you two alone. Fear was one way to describe it and the look Baekhyun gave you didnt help.

"Now kitten why would you go and do some shit like that? Are you asking to be punished?" He took his hand off your mouth to let you speak. Baekhyuns aura was much different than earlier. The nice guy was gone and you were left with a man who could kill you with just one look.

You stopped hitting him and screamed viciously, "Fuck you! You're fucking insane!"

"Now now princess," he pressed a hand to your throat, wrapping it tighter and tighter until you felt the oxygen leave your lungs, "It seems as if you're asking for a punishment."

"I-if you...s-so dare to-touch..any other p-part of my body, i-ill....kill you..." You whimpered, grabbing his wrist in attempts to pull him off but Baekhyun was relentless, keeping his grasp tight and painful.

"Stop struggling, you're only making this harder for yourself."

There were two options now, either listen to Baekhyun or fight until you passed out again.

"Princess." His voice held a warning tone and you hesitantly stopped and moments later he loosened his grip, you knew there would be marks by tomorrow, "We are going to bed now. Don't try to run, I have this place guarded up and if you do somehow make it out, be prepared because I will find you and beat your ass until you can't sit for a month. Understand?"

Your stomach did flips and not in a good way, you were scared, "Y-yes."

"Can you say 'yes master'?" His voice went higher as he said the last part to mimic yours.

You sighed, positive if you didnt comply then you'd be here all night, "Yes m-master..."

"Good girl." He kissed your cheek and you almost smacked him in disgust but tried not to act aggressive towards him. You wanted to leave, not be punished by whatever he had in mind. "Call me that from now on."

Baekhyun grabbed your hand and led you to the room you were just in, now that you took a good look, it was a pretty room. There was a red sofa against the wall and some other matching chairs plus a huge flat screen TV hanging on the wall facing the bed. You had to admit, he had good taste but he was still insane.

As you sat down on the bed, Baekhyun reached into his draw to pull out a t-shirt and handed it to you with a wide smile, but you raised a brow at the fabric.

"No pants?" You asked.

Baekhyun chuckled, "What for?"

"Because of creeps like you." You grumbled and snatched the shirt that dangled in front of your face before storming off into the connected bathroom. Inside, you could hear Baekhyuns annoying laugh and ignored it, changing into the surprisingly very oversized shirt that went down to your mid thigh.

Taking the clothes you wore earlier, you went back into the room where Baekhyun laid peacefully on the bed, waiting for you.

He only had his boxers on which made you groan in anger and decided to not lay on the bed and instead on the couch near it.

"Princess, what are you doing?" He perched himself on his elbows, watching you throw your clothes on the ground then take the folded blanket on the couch and wrap yourself with it as you laid down.

"Going to sleep, master." You stated coldly with a glare.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes, "Get over here." He said, voice low and laced with dominance but you remained still, closing your eyes and pretending as if you were asleep. "Y/n." He warned but there was no reply.

"Thats it." You heard him get up and march to where you laid. Baekhyun picked you up and you yelped at the sudden intrusion and were thrown over his shoulder.

Smacking his back got you nowhere as he threw you down on the bed, pinning both your hands down and hovered over you with a killing look, "Next time you don't listen, ill bend you over my knee."

"Youre all talk, no action." In an instant you were flipped over and a hand landed straight on your bare ass, leaving you shocked and mouth agape.

"Are you sure, kitten? Would you like me to spank you again?"

"N-no."

"No what?"

"N-no master.."

Baekhyun slowly let you go and laid beside you, still a bit irrated. "Now go to sleep."

You couldnt. Not with the lingering fear of what could happen next. Plus, not with his arm wrapped around your waist with a somewhat tight hold. You were just too scared to let your gaurd down. Why shouldn't you be scared though? What if he took advantage of your sleeping body and did something terrible.

There was no way you could get rest now. You could now count this as your fifth day without proper sleep.

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George Weasley — Obliviate Part 1

Summary: In order to protect the Weasleys and Hermione from getting endangered by the Ministry, you and your brother, Harry Potter, had to make a hard decision to Obliviate their memories of you two. Even, your boyfriend, George Weasley whom you swore to love until the very end.

Words: 2,728 words

Warnings ⚠ : Angst, Tears (loads), Constant Pain™

Disclaimer : I imagined this scene takes place after the death of Sirius Black, so any incorrect things that you noticed, please let me know!

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"NO, I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS." You cried out in desperation, eyes literally begging Harry to take back his words. You watched your brother heaved a deep breath, trying to maintain a calm and steady voice. "Y/N, we have no choice. If we don't continue with this plan, they will get hurt, or worse, they will die. Surely you don't want that to happen, do you?"

"But Obliviating them? Is there any less cruel way for us to protect them, Harry? They're our family!" You tried again, the tears in your eyes were threatening to come out, the idea of removing yourselves from the memories of people you both love is so terrifying, so terrifying you loathed the idea to the core.

"DO YOU THINK I WANT TO DO THIS? HOW MANY MORE PEOPLE HAVE TO DIE BECAUSE OF US, Y/N?! FIRST MUM, DAD AND THEN CEDRIC AND NOW SIRIUS." Harry shouted in pain. His lips quivered, yet he shows no sign of crying. "Voldermort wants us, Y/N. He doesn't want the Weasleys, or Hermione, or Remus or even Tonks. He, wants, us." Harry found his voice and said it firmly.

"B-but..." You stuttered. "But what, Y/N?" Harry asked. "What about George? And Ginny? You really want them to forget about us? Do you?" And by the mention of George, the tears fell down, rolling down your cheeks. You couldn't possibly bare the thought of George forgetting you. Forgetting your memories, your adventures together. They're far too precious to be forgotten.

Harry faltered for a moment by the mention of Ginny, yet he was adamant. "We have no choice. This is the only way to protect them from Voldemort, even if it means them not remembering us anymore." You couldn't shake away the quiver in his voice, you knew Harry loathed the idea as well.

But alas, you had no other choice.

You looked around, it's the Burrow. After the heated discussion with Harry, you have no other want in you life than to find George Weasley, and be able to say goodbye. And so you Apparated to the Burrow, right in front of Fred and George's room.

You opened the door, and by the looks of it the redhead twins were already fast asleep. Fred lightly snoring at the right, and George looking rather comfortable with the blanket wrapping him perfectly. Upon seeing the peacefully sleeping George, you felt tears threatening to trickle down your cheeks again. The tears in your eyes, no matter how much have been shed, will never go over the pain in your heart, screaming not to Obliviate your lover.

You didn't realize you had been staring at George until the latter opened his eyes sleepily, "Y/N? Love, is that you?" You sniffed and smiled softly at poor sleepy George, "Missed me, Weasley?" You said with a slow voice, trying not to wake Fred up.

George was still dizzy from waking up from sleep, so he just laid on his back, and opened his arms at you, "Come here." George said groggily. That simple adorable act made you giggle, and you climbed on the bed to lay on top of him, your head on his chest.

The moment you came and embrace him, George wrapped his arms and legs around you, acting as if you're a cuddle pillow. And then he turned both of you to the right, making you stifle a chuckle more, "Well, aren't you adorable." You muttered to him, whilst his eyes were still closed.

The silence filled the room once again. George was sleeping, and you examined his features that you had examined before loads of times.

Only this time, you want to remember it forever. The way his light coloured eyelashes curled slightly upwards, the way the freckles on his face decorate the canvas like stars to the sky, the way his nose would wiggle once in a while, the way his soft thin lips would just be there, waiting to be touched.

George Weasley is an utterly, beautiful man.

You find yourself tearing up once more, the pain in your heart had starting to become unbearable. You let your hand cup your mouth, as to not let out any whimpers or loud sobs, as another hand went to George's head, playing and caressing his red hair.

This feeling. It physically hurts your heart. It literally felt like your heart has been made into a ping-pong ball, being beaten here and there but had to keep moving for the sake of your life. Nothing could go over this pain, not even when Uncle Vernon locked both Harry and you in the closet room below the stairs, not even when bloody Umbridge scarred down your skin and Harry's with 'I must not tell lies', and not even when Sirius, your godfather slowly dissipated after being attacked by Bellatrix Lestrange.

To obliviate George, you have to kill your own heart. Because he owns all of it. He stole it, from the very moment you and Harry had been sorted into Gryffindor. At first you thought, it was just a crush, as you were just 11 years old, but then as you grew up, you find yourself connected to George Weasley way more than the others. When he asked you out instead of Alicia to the Yule Ball, you knew at that moment, both of you are heads over heels for one another.

He was there for you during many events in your life. And you know you were there for his. If there is anything that you want to live for and to die for, that anything would be this man. George Fabian Weasley.

All those thoughts made your sobs more uncontrollable and your body shook more, slowly stirring George up from sleep. He opened his eyes groggily and saw you crying under him, "Y/N? Hey, hey.... What's wrong, love?" Despite his hoarse voice, he managed to lay them out softly to comfort you. The hand that was tightly wrapped around your waist was brought to wipe the tears off your cheeks.

All of his sleepiness were thrown outside the window, he was now alert and confused as to why you suddenly broke down. Feeling those worried eyes on you made you cry even harder, even after you disturbed him from sleep, George still cared about you.

You... You couldn't.

You tried to control your sobs, and you met his loving and nurturing eyes. Even with all those eye snobs at the corner of his eyes, those brown eyes were beautiful. "George..." You whispered. "What is it, Love? Why are you crying? Did something happen?" He asked softly, his large hand cupping your face.

You leaned into his touch and sat up, causing him to sat up from his laying position as well. Even with no lighting anywhere around you, you still could feel his immense love for you, the way his eyebrows furrowed worriedly, the way his eyes focused on you, and you only.

"I... I need to tell you something." You whispered, forcing yourself to be strong and wiping the tears off your face harshly.

The least you could do, is tell him the truth before you Obliviate him. That way, at least he wasn't in the dark.

"Should we talk about this outside? Wouldn't want that bloke over there to wake up, do we?" He whispered almost playfully, and you mustered enough strength to perform a smile.

Yet he recognized that smile. That smile of yours, is a smile of pain. You were hiding something. George trusts you with his whole life, and he knows you feel the same way, but the storm inside his heart is starting to take over. He was nervous.

You walked outside the Burrow hand by hand, his large hand wrapped perfectly around yours, as if it was created to hold it. Yet George knew something was troubling you, you didn't squeeze back when he squeezed your hand, and you were holding his hand rather tightly, as if it was your last wish to let go of him.

He was right, and you were absolutely terrified.

"You said you need to tell me something?" George asked, he could feel his heart beating on his throat, it was becoming unsettling for him to hear what you have to say.

"I...." You trailed off, the words caught up in your throat, unable to come out. Merlin, you don't know how to say this. You took a deep breath, both of your hands were starting to feel clammy and weird. But you kept holding on to George's hands, they were silently supporting you to go on.

"Harry and I have decided that..." You started slowly, your heart was beating profusely, both in anxiety and in pain, you could just imagine the pained look George was about to give you in the next few seconds.

"We decided that we don't want any more lives to be threatened because of us. So, we... W-we..." Your hands were trembling and sweaty, your whole body was aching in pain, you don't want to say this, oh Merlin you'd rather die than say this.

"Hey, hey... Take your time, sweetness, we have loads of them." George's voice reached your ears, and you saw him becoming immensely worried and scared, yet he had a comforting smile on his lips.

Seeing him smile hurt even more than you could possibly imagine. Seeing him smile made it far more difficult to lay down the words.

"I-in order to keep you safe, in order to keep everyone safe and sound without any harm from Voldemort... Oh dear god, I can't say this..." You whimpered, your body trembled horribly, it was hurting, aching and simply terrifying.

Your knees turn weak and George was fast to capture your waist and steady you up, you were already crying while hugging him. "Woah! Y/N, darling, what is exactly happening to you?" George was beyond worried. The pain in your eyes and everything else seems to be so painful, as if more painful than the Crucio curse.

You pulled away, tears are rolling down your cheeks as you sobbed, "I don't want to do this, George, I hate this so much." George was cupping your face, trying all the best he could to wipe the tears off your face, "Do what, Y/N?"

"Do this," Your wand was already pointing at George, and he was frozen. His face was a mixture of pain, confusion and betrayal, yet you could see his love for you is still there.

"You will be much safer if you don't remember me, George." Your voice were anything but stable at this point. The realization dawned upon George and he was horrified, "Y/N, no... "

"I shouldn't tell you this, but here I am. I thought I could tell you the truth before I wipe our memories." You said, your wand still fixated to him. George simply raised his wand as well, pointing it to you, "I won't let you, Y/N. Why are you doing this?"

"To protect you!" Your voice came a bit louder than you thought. "So many people have died for me and Harry, I couldn't bear seeing you die for me too, George. Not you, or Fred, or Arthur or Molly."

George furrowed his eyebrows, "You mean to tell me that you're planning to Obliviate everyone? To protect us? Y/N, you and I both know that is some bullshit!"

"I have no other choice! You know how much I love you, George. You think this doesn't hurt me as much as it hurts you? I would rather die than do this to you!!!" You were a shouting mess.

You two were a broken pile of mess. You were crying non-stop and George was as nearly as close to breaking down, yet wands were still fixated to each other.

"Y/N, if you and Harry go on and fight Voldemort all by yourselves, you won't even stand a chance, you know that. The bloody wizard has an entire army of Death-Eaters, for Merlin's sake! What comes through your mind when you decided to do this?!" George shouted as well, his face was nothing but pain. He was angry, angry at you and Harry for even thinking you have a right to meddle with someone's memories.

"What comes through my mind is that you will be safe, George. You and your family along with Hermione, Remus, Tonks, even Mad-Eye. All of you will be safe." You said firmly, standing your ground. You loathed every second you had with George here. You just wanted to go back to a few minutes ago where he was cuddling with you like a clingy tall sloth. George saw the determination in your eyes, and also pain. No matter how much he knew you hate to do this, he still felt hurt.

"Then what about you, Y/N? What about you, what about Harry?" George's voice trembled in pain. The thought of you sacrificing yourself just to keep everyone safe and sound just sounded so... bloody ridiculous.

Before you could answer, "Y/N dear, what are you doing here?" Molly's voice made you turn to the Burrow's front door. There they were, the Weasleys and Hermione, all of them were alert and ready with their wands as soon as they saw your wand fixated to George and vice versa.

Your eyes widened in fear, your argument with George must have woken them up. Molly tried to walk closer to you, yet you walked back as quick, "Stay back!"

The Weasleys were taken aback by your shout, they would never think you would shout at them, you have been the sweetest little thing. "George, what's happening here?" Arthur called on to his son, his wand was fixated to you while yours were moving to point at both Molly and George.

"Y/N thinks it would be better to Obliviate everyone so that we would be safe." George said grimly, and the horrified expressions from the Weasleys were far worse than you had imagined.

"Are you out of your bloody mind?!" Fred shouted to you. "I have no other choice! Voldermort will come for you all, and no more blood shall be trickling down for me or for Harry."

"You listen to me, Y/N Potter! We are already in so deep to back down now. Either you drop your wand, or you'll have 7 people fighting against you right now!" Hermione shouted to you, her wand steadily fixated on you.

"I just wanted all of you to be safe." You whispered under your breath, a tear made its way to your lips as you tasted the salty liquid. You turned to George, "I will always love you, and will always remember you, George Weasley."

"No, no Y/N don't do this-" "OBLIVIATE MAXIMA!"

Before anyone could do anything, you said the very spell that aches your heart. You watched the soft blue strings from each of the Weasleys' head and Hermione's, coming slowly and formed one blue string to your wand.

Even George's. Instantly, the memories you two had together flashed between your eyes. The sorting hat, the first Quidditch game, the pranks, the hidden hugs at the hallways, the kisses between classes, the playful bickering during Snape's, the cuddling, the sleeping together, the laughing, the jealousy, the fights, the tears, the shouts and screams, and the dance at the Yule Ball.

5 years of memories, Obliviated.

After the magical strings came into your wand, you see George trying to process everything, looking seemingly numb and frozen.

With a last kiss on his cheek and a whisper, "I'll find you when everything's over." you Disapparated.

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