#if you were in this larp n wanna tell about what it was or how it was or w/e go for it

[writernotyetauthor]

Sit with me about this part of hetafandom that's interested me (in a good way!) for years.

I am endlessly curious about this HetaOni Larp that seems to have taken place in Sweden(?) in early 2013... there are a few vlogs of it on Youtube from ten years ago from which you can sparse somewhat of a plot but from the looks of it, it seems like it was a horror-y larp (inspired by the fangame HetaOni obv) in which all the participants, except for the monsters & camera people were cosplaying hetalia characters and acting out the larp somewhat in-character.

It's been hella intriguing to me ever since I watched the vlogs from it many years ago, and it looks like it was a lot of fun, but I have so many questions on it. The vlogs only encompass the beginning/middle of the larp, which seems to have taken place all in one night. Some of em might be answered already if I had more knowledge on how larps are set up and run but I do not.

The whole larp looks like it takes place inside some sort of school/public building, with a large number of rooms and hallways, some of which are set up for the larp. What kind of building was it? How did they set it all up? It seems like it would have been difficult to run this kind of event at that kind of venue.

More interesting than that, there seems to be some kind of in game possession or mind control that affected certain characters and made them hostile, which then may have spread to more characters who were in contact with them or with the monsters? We only get so much explanation of this in the vlogs but it was quite spooky. There is a sequel larp (which I have admittedly watched less often) but I'm not sure how much that mechanic is explored in that one.

I am 100% reading far too much into all of this lol I'm sure at its core it was a fun lil larp hosted by some friends who wanted to rp together and have a blast scaring the shit out of each other, and who did their best to record it. The vlogs definitely brought me lots of entertainment when I found em in middle school & even now after it seems that everyone in it has since moved on from hetalia.

[mxtantrights]

past lives | epilogue

a/n: time to look forward. and back. this doesn’t feature a big time jump. I’m gonna make an ending so cheesy... I think I’ve left this story pretty open so that you can insert whatever you want / envision for yourself. Once again thank you all who kept up and read or who’s gonna binge read once this comes out! Love ya <3

You opened your front door and there they all were. Most importantly Alfred. You had to show the man you could cook and fend for yourself if need be. Even though others couldn’t say the same.

“Great you’re all here. Come in, I’ve got the table set up and everything.” you said. 

They walk in one-by-one into your home. You were up last night tossing and turning because it really wasn’t much. They didn’t all live in the manor currently but they all had lived there previously. 

You eyed Damian specifically, to see his reaction to your place. He hadn’t been inside of it yet. Only ever on the fire escape and even that needed some work. You watched as took one swift look around and nodded at you. 

“It’s quaint.” he said.

“Did you just call me cheap or something?” you said.

“It was a compliment.”

“You hesitated.”

-

You wince as Alfred wrapped up your lower stomach. It was to help the swelling he said. You were sitting up on the bed in the guest bedroom. 

“May I ask what caused such bruising.” he asks.

You look over at Bruce who’s out of his nighttime suit and is watching from across the room. 

“A really big box.” 

You see Tim leaning against the door archway, hands behind his back. Bruce was Batman and Damian was Robin. That meant the Tim shaped Red Robin was Tim. He steps further into the room and reveals his hands.

He hands you two pills, “for the pain.”

You take them out of his hands and put them into your mouth. Then he hands you an opened water bottle. You take that and gulp down the pills, you have to tilt you head back a bit. 

When you tilt it back forward you feel the hammering of the punches again. It makes you wince. Alfred had already did the best he could with your face. No stitches thankfully. But just bandages and ointments.

“So how long have you known I was his child?” you ask Tim.

He shrugs his shoulders, “After the gala before the lunch interview”

“You mean the set up to get my DNA.”

He winces when you say that. 

“Tomatoe, tomato.”

Alfred lets you know that he’s done wrapping you and that you should lay down and try to get some rest. Which you don't argue with, you get the feeling that you don’t really argue with a man like him. He helps you pull your shirt down.

So you lean back slowly into the bed. You try to hold back the sounds of pain but one slips past your lips. This makes Tim and Bruce stand over your bed.

“You don’t have to worry. I’m pretty sure I’m not gonna die from a couple beatings from Ra’s.” You say plainly.

And it hurts Bruce. Damian had told him that you were in the league years before. But he could tell the harsh treatment you suffered there stayed with you. You were able to take so many hits from Ra’s it was something he never wanted to witness in his life.

“Any normal person would.” Tim says.

Bruce looks over at him.

“Well after I came out the pit things changed.” You answer.

They both look at you then. You figured Damian told at least Bruce that you were brought back to life by the pit. Maybe he was leaving that to you to discuss. 

“We’ll talk about this in the morning. Get some-” Bruce begins.

Then you hear the incoming footsteps to your new room. Sure enough Damian pops into view in the doorway. He wastes no time in running over to you, stopping short of hugging you once he sees the wrappings peeking through your newly acquired pajamas.

“Alfred says you’ll live.” he says.

You nod you head lightly, as to not start another headache before the ibuprofen kicks in. 

“You got there right in time.”

“I shouldn’t have let him get to you in the first place.” 

“Wasn’t your fault, besides I can handle myself.” 

“Obviously not look at your face.”

“I was in retirement. Cut me some slack.”

Bruce interrupts the impromptu match the both of you were having. Even though a part of him didn’t want to. He wanted to see the two of you interact more, since the both of you were family after all.

“Time to rest, say goodnight Damian.”

Damian takes another look over you. 

“Goodnight.”

He walks out the door with his brother and father. And they shut the lights on their way out. You're thankful you get to shut your eyes for a bit. The homecoming Ra’s gave you was anything but sweet.

By morning time, you wake up to find Damian sleeping in a chair at the end of your bed. He has a blanket pulled over his form, from either Alfred or Bruce you take it.

-

“Thanks for offering to do the dishes with me. I know Alfred is probably losing it in there.” You said.

Bruce looked at you with a laugh, “Yeah.”

When you handed the last dish for him to dry and cut off the sink you didn’t make a move to leave the kitchen. You had some words to say to him now that everything was out in the open.

“I wanna be clear, that day when you hinted at the recorder being on and me hearing your conversation with the others, I wasn’t rejecting you.” 

Bruce stopped drying the plate for a second. You saw him falter. He tried to pick up like it didn’t happen but you saw it. Instead of letting him continue you grabbed the plate from him.

He looked at you. 

“You weren’t?”

You shake your head, “No. I think you're a great guy, from what I know at least. And you had to be or my mother wouldn’t have liked you. Nor would she had wanted me to find you.”

“About your mother-”

“We can talk about her another time. I’m talking about you Bruce Wayne. I wanted to let you know that I do wanna figure out this relationship. I couldn’t say anything before because there was things I was unsure of.”

He cleared his throat.

“Like me?”

“No I wasn't unsure of you. I was unsure of how you would react about me and my past. I was your secret child who had been murdered and brought back to life by a mercenary who trained me to kill. On top of that, I had unknowingly cared for your youngest son before either of us knew anything.” you said.

He nodded his head at your words.

“But I think I knew I was sure of you when you wanted to fake me out about the added information in your interview. When you let me walk away.” you said.

Bruce tried to hide a grin but he couldn’t do it, “I thought you rejected me that day.”

“I was trying to protect you. Before I knew who you were during the night time, that is.”

“So now that you know, how do we do this?” he asked.

You hold up on finger, “First, you will not send me money. I make enough as it is and I do not need more.”

“Maybe just a savings account then.” 

“No, Bruce, no accounts. And no secret accounts either, I’ve heard from Alfred about your little set ups and such.”

“Sneaky.”

“I like him”

- 

When you finally get to the dinning room in the morning everyone, sans Alfred, is waiting for you. You hold onto your wrapping as you take the open seat next to Damian and across from Jason.

“I just wanna say I’m sorry for flirting with you before I knew you were family.” Jason says.

He doesn’t sound that sorry, which makes you look over at Damian. He’s got a proud smirk on his face. You face forward again.

“It’ll never happen again right Todd?” he asks.

Jason mumbles something indescribable. 

Then the room is filled with a moment of silence. It’s not really awkward per say, but you think it’ because they all have so many questions they don’t know where to start.

“So you guys LARP every night?” you ask.

Tim busts out laughing along with Dick. Jason crosses his arms over his chest with a chuckle. Damian, who you can tell is looking at you like you’ve grown another head, isn’t laughing. Neither is Bruce. Like father, like son you guess.

“I think you’re gonna fit right in.” Dick says.

“Speaking of which, are you gonna live here now?” Damian asks point blank.

Bruce beings to apologize for him but you shake your head and let him know it’s alright.

“I’m going to remain at my own residence. If you wanna come over you know the way.”

Jason has a look of shock on his face and Damian stops him. 

“Shut it Todd.”

-

A knock comes from your front door. It must be one of them, maybe they forgot something? You jog over to the door and open it.

Dick Grayson is in your doorway. 

“Did you leave something here?” you asked.

“No, I just wanted to say that I’m glad you're a part of the family. Honestly I’ve never seen Damian so calm before. And not his typical calm where he’s planning out every exit, this is different. It’s like he’s a normal kid.” he said.

You are speechless for a moment. 

“Thank you for letting me know, Dick.” you smiled.

“Gotta get going, a flight to catch.” 

You nodded you head, “Jason said you were in between red-heads. Do I wanna know what that means?”

He chuckled.

“I’ll let you know when I visit again, gotta go meet Wally.” he said.

Then he left with a simple wave. You could tell he wanted to hug you but didn’t want to cross any boundaries you might’ve had. In all honesty you would’ve hugged him back. You can see a bit of him in Damian and you’re thankful. 

You closed the door and turned the lock. 

-

As the rest of the boys cleared out, Bruce slid over your phone. The new one that you thought you had dropped on the sidewalk when you were taken. You reach for it and it’s totally fine.

You look up at him.

“Thanks, how did you get this?” 

“Nyssa.” 

Her name makes you still. She was never going to contact you after that night. Whatever friendship the two of your had was over. It was going to be hard to come to terms with but you’d have to make do.

But why did Nyssa have your phone?

“But this was on the ground last time I checked.” you asks.

“We saw on cctv, she picked it up while you were being put into the van. She had it on her the whole time, she’s the reason we were able to find you. Nyssa turned it on and it pinged a tower.” he answers.

Maybe it would be the last thing she ever did for you. Saving your life. You didn’t know what to think about her actions. It all felt like a past life or something.

You turn it on and see that you have unread messages and unanswered calls. Spanning days.

“How do I have all of this on my phone?” “I might’ve asked a favor from Killer Croc. It’s just the SIM card don't worry.”

“You mean Batman asked Killer Croc to find my phone?” 

“He told me it wasn’t that far from where you dropped it, outside of your building.”

“What I’m hearing is you and Killer Croc talk one-on-one.”

-

About fifteen minutes later, after Dick returned, there was a knock you were expecting. It came from your fire escape. You hurried your way into your room and drew up the blinds. There he was.

You slid open the window.

“Hurry up and get in, it’s fuckin cold out there and I’ve got nothing on.” you said.

He climbed through the window and stood toe to toe with you. 

“I can see that. Nice tank top.” he joked.

You raised your eyebrows at him, “You know I can just kick you out of my home you horny bastard.” 

“Oh but then we couldn’t all the fun stuff.”

“That would indeed be the point Jason.”

He kissed the top of your head. Then he began to peel off his jacket. The same one that he wore to the gala when you first met. He looked just as good right now as he did that night. The cigarette smell might’ve added to that too. He placed it over the chair that sat in the corner of your room near the window.

It was a quick, like lighting really, and you saw him move his eyes away but he looked at your scar below your collarbone. It stuck out like a sore thumb when you two weren’t rolling around in the dark.

But before you can say something to him, he speaks.

“I never told you this, but I think we must’ve ran into each other before all of this.” he says.

You tilt your head, “where would I run into you, Jason Todd?”

“I’m not sure, maybe in a past life or something.” he shrugs.

You watch as he walks past you, heading to the kitchen no doubt. Out of the both of you your fridge is the better choice for actual food and not takeout. You follow behind him, only up until your room’s doorway which you lean your body against. And you think to yourself, you have a couple of past lives now.

[wandering-hearts-and-a-crow]

.block

you know, neither of these two are particularly good at sharing. not even with one another.

title: block

pairing: yandere! futaba sakura x reader x yandere! akira kurusu/joker

fandom: persona 5

tw: yandere, toxic/unhealthy behavior, toxic/unhealthy relationships, stalking, nonconsensual touching, very mild nsfw

You blocked her for a reason. You just... couldn’t take it any more. The constant calling, the insistent and paranoid texts, her shrill voice as she screeched about how she thought you may be cheating on her even if you weren’t in a relationship. It had gotten to the point of unbearable. And you didn’t know if you could take it anymore. 

You sighed as you let your head lean back and closed your eyes. You liked Futaba. She really was a good kid, but her attachment to you was beyond the point of okay. And she’d hacked your phone and accounts so many times, remotely, just to unblock herself. But you could only block her again and tell her you needed to limit things to talking to her in person. 

You were sitting in Akira’s room, just thankful for the small reprieve you’d been allowed from hanging out in LeBlanc. It wasn’t bad, but you were still on edge for some reason. It was like the young man’s eyes never left you, even across the room. You felt the weight on the sofa shift and felt his hand on your shoulder. You opened your eyes and looked at him in exasperation. 

“Futaba, again?”

“Yeah. It’s been... worse lately.”

“How?” 

You stayed quiet at the response, just blinking at him in silence. Before you’d caught him staring more than a few times in class, you were much more open with him than others. But after feeling his eyes burning holes into the back of your head for a little over a month, he began to feel just as bad as Futaba sometimes. At least he was usually quiet. 

“You can tell me, (y/n). It’s not like I’d hurt her. She’s practically my little sister.”

You would have believed him more easily if his eyes seemed to more their usual grey, rather than an eerie, nearly black color. 

“I just don’t wanna talk about it much. She’s just upset that I told her that she has to see me in person if she wants to talk to me, with how she’s being right now.” “That is not all I’m upset about!”

Futaba was now here, apparently. Her voice was indignant and you could tell you were in for another earful. Cue the beginnings of a headache. You groaned softly and sat up properly. Akira wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as the young hacker stormed towards you two. You tried to pry his arm off to approach Futaba, but his grip solidified. 

You shot a glare at him, but there was no point in struggling. He was very, very strong, and you couldn’t wriggle out that easily. He shifted you to sitting in his lap and simply watched calmly as Futaba continued to further lose her temper and came closer, as the leader of the Phantom Thieves embraced you tightly. Almost suffocatingly so. 

You couldn’t process what happened next. 

“They don’t want you, Futaba. I mean, they even came to me instead.” 

“...is that true?”

“No! I just...!”

“There’s no need to lie, love. After all, you always come to me.” 

A chill ran down your spine, and you started to struggle as you grew pale. You hoped Futaba could tell he was lying, but you only saw her ball her fists in anger and jealousy. You felt like you were screwed in every sense of the word, and could only gulp as you felt the bile rise in your throat. Akira was trailing kisses along the back of your neck and on your nape, and you shuddered in disgust as he licked you. 

Futaba stomped up toward you and tried to pry you from Akira. He wasn’t budging. He simply left a little mark and smirked, apparently making eye contact with the redhead. They stared at each other intensely for a few moments, before Akira broke the silence. 

“I’m more than willing to share with you Futaba. But you’ll have to let me go first, every time.”

Your stomach dropped and you couldn’t hear or see. You couldn’t process anything. It was all blank from the shock of his words. Your throat tightened, and you weren’t aware of how much you were struggling. The next thing you knew, you were cuffed to the sofa, and the sight of the pair physically fighting honestly terrified you. Your eyes were wide with shock, and you were thankful to see Sojiro pop his head up the stairs. You were about to plead for help, but you were cut off, by Futaba. She gave off the excuse that the three of you were LARPing, and explained what it was, and Sojiro simply chuckled and shrugged, chalking it up to the three of you just being kids. 

God, you wish he’d stayed long enough to help you. 

[crackimagines]

FE3H - Beer and Romance

Byleth-Sama: Love is War (Part 3)

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Part Listings Here!

All AU’s involved listed here!

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Having no skills in the art of wooing people, Sara must improvise and find a way to get Byleth with her for the ball.

Even if that means getting help from...Less than desirable people.

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The Evening of Part 2...  

[Evening Moments - Trails of Cold Steel]

Sara chugged the last of the ale in her mug and slammed it onto the counter, burping loudly.

(Sara) “Aaaah! Now that hit the spot!”

She laid back against the chair as her mind was barely scrambling together her thoughts.

(Aqua) “You seriously know how to find the good stuff, Instructor!”

(Manuela) “Agreed! Though, what are you doing with us tonight, Sara?”

(Sara) “Hm? Whatcha mean?”

(Manuela) “You’re currently trying to get Byleth as your partner for the dance, right?”

Sara sat back up in her chair and furrowed her brows.

(Sara) “The hell, who told you all that?!”

(Aqua) burp! “Our classes did. Well, technically Sothis did first but ya know!” hic!

(Manuela) “Sothis? Wow, you really ARE out of it. But yes, I heard it from the students. Trying to win that handsome man’s heart isn’t going to be easy with Megumi.”

(Sara) “Hmph.”

(Manuela) “After all, she’s a lot more polite and well liked around the students, doesn’t smell like booze-”

(Sara) “Gee, thanks for your support.”

(Aqua) HIC! “Come on, show some support for our girl! Sara’s got her womanly charms down! She’s SMOKIN! Let’s...ask Kazuma and the other students who’s got your back!”

Sara looked into her mug and nodded.

(Sara) “Not a bad idea from someone so wasted...Let’s do it!”

FWOOOOOOOOOOM!

The entire building shook violently, snapping everyone out of their drinking.

(Manuela) “What in the hell was that?!”

(Sara) “Was...that a guitar?”

(Aqua) “I think it came from the training hall!”

The three looked at each other, shrugged, then went back to drinking. 

Day 3...

[Suburban Town of Trista - Trails of Cold Steel]

Rean sat at the pier fishing when he heard footsteps.

(Sara) “Hey Rean bean!”

(Rean) “Hello, Instructor. Do you need something?”

(Sara) “As a matter of fact, I do! Scooch over will ya?”

Rean shrugged and moved over for Sara to sit down.

(Sara) “Soooo, you have a lot of the girls attention from our class, yes?”

(Rean) “I guess? I don’t know I never got that vibe bef-...Is this about Byleth?”

(Sara) “Right on the money! So, I know I haven’t exactly been the...well...definition of ladylike-”

(Rean) “That’s an understatement-”

(Sara) “H-Hey!”

(Rean) “What? I’m being honest.”

(Sara) “Such words wound my heart! My own student not swooning over his tragically attractive teac-”

(Rean) “It’s Byleth’s attention you’re trying to get right? Class VII is rooting for you all the way, Instructor. Buuuut, I’m not exactly the guy to go to. Why not go to Sharon or any of the girls in House Isekai?”

(Sara) “As if that maid knows anything about being a proper lady!”

(Sharon) “I know more than you do, Miss Sara!”

Sharon smiled as both Rean and Sara jumped.

(Sara) “ACK! Quit doing that! And besides I’m asking you because you seem to help everyone in our class without a hitch. Help your poor teacher too!”

(Rean) “Instructor, you realize I had to do that because you pretty much forced everyone onto me, right?”

(Sharon) “But it’s something you don’t regret doing, Master Rean!”

(Rean) “...Ugh, fair enough. Well I guess if I can recommend anything, what about a better dress? Something you can wear to wow Byleth the day of the ball.”

(Sara) “Hm...That’s a start. Well, thanks Rean!”

(Rean) “Good luck, Instructor.”

Sara walked off to the markets, leaving Rean and Sharon.

(Rean) “...Sharon can you shadow her and Megumi to make sure they don’t end up hurting themselves with this crazy little fight?”

(Sharon) “Already taken care of, Master Rean! I have asked several of our students to keep watch when I am not around!”

(Rean) “Really? Like who?”

...

(Kazuma) “Yo, Sara!”

Sara turned around and saw Kazuma, Megumin, and Edelgard in the market.

(Megumin) “Hi, Instructor!”

(Edelgard) “Good afternoon.”

(Sara) “Hey kids, whatcha need?”

(Kazuma) “We heard you were trying to get an edge over Megunee, and we’re here to help.”

(Megumin) “Yeah, we’ll get you that dance!”

(Edelgard) “You have our word!”

(Sara) “...I can see you two helping me out for none other than pride, but what about you Kazuma?”

(Kazuma) “Meh, it’s just something I believe in.”

“...”

(Kazuma) “...And Sharon paid me.”

(Sara) “There we go, that’s more like it. Anyways, I need some help getting a dress. You lot seem to be more in tune with what’s pretty than me.”

(Megumin) “Uh...All I wear is what you see.”

(Edelgard) “I’m afraid...things like that is beyond my knowledge.”

(Kazuma) “Well if it’s just pretty dresses you need, I think I know just the gal...”

[Open for Business! - Fire Emblem: Awakening]

(Anna) “Welcome to the LARP-Shop!”

(Kazuma) “Sara, this is our dealer for...pretty much every supply we got in House Isekai. Anna, this is that alcoholic teacher.”

(Anna) “A pleasure, Miss Sara!”

(Sara) “Same here. now what’s the LARP part of your shop’s name mean?”

(Anna) “Iunno, sounds kinda fancy ya know?”

(Kazuma) snrk!

(Megumin) “Look at all these costumes! They look like my stuff but...a bit...more banged up.”

(Edelgard) “Oh, what about this knight costume? This is sure to get Byleth’s attention!”

(Kazuma) “Uh, we’re here to get a dress, not make Sara look like us.”

(Anna) “Ooooh, you need a dress? Who’s the lucky man?”

(Sara) “Lucky man? What makes you assume it’s for a guy?”

(Anna) “Well, the ball is coming soon, and every lady I know in Garreg Mach is scrambling to get something pretty, though that’s where the bad news comes in...”

(Kazuma) “Ah shit, don’t tell me?”

(Edelgard) “You’re out of dresses, aren’t you?”

(Anna) “Afraid I am...’

(Sara) “Psh, no problem! I don’t need a dress anyway, I’m sure I can look more stunning with whatever special stuff is here! Hey, Megumin, you’re with me! Edelgard and Kazuma, find me some jewelry!”

(Megumin) “Instructor, who’s money are we using?”

(Sara) “The Monastery’s of course! I ain’t payin a thing myself!”

(Kazuma) “...I respect her so much.”

(Edelgard) “For that?!”

...

(Megumin) “Presenting, the Instructor!”

(Anna) “Oh, she’s done!”

(Kazuma) “Well, let’s see what she di-WOAH.”

“So, how’s this?”

(Megumin) “Pretty!”

(Edelgard) “O-Oh...”

(Kazuma) “HOLY SHIT SHE’S HOT.”

(Anna) “Hah, perfect! To hell with dresses and tradition, am I right?”

(Sara) “Damn straight! Now uh...where exactly did you get this type of clothing? This is more akin to my world’s than anything I’ve seen in Fodlan.”

(Kazuma) “Now that you mention it, yeah that looks more like Earth’s clothing. What’s up with that?”

(Anna) “Don’t question my stock, it’s...an answer you don’t wanna know. Now, let’s get that payment done!”

Once they finished paying for Sara’s new clothes for the ball, she turned to the three.

(Sara) “So, dress acquired! How do I be more ladylike?”

“...”

(Sara) “...I’m asking the wrong people, aren’t I?”

(Megumin, Edelgard & Kazuma) “Yup.”

(Sharon) “If I may?”

(Sara) “GAHGEUDNMDAMN IT!”

(Kazuma) “FUCK! God- how do you?!-”

(Sharon) “I have an idea since the other more womanly types appear to be entirely neutral on this fight or with Megumi though...It’s an idea you may oppose at first.”

(Sara) “Well, I ain’t got anything to lose, hit me.”

Seteth’s Office Room...

[Dapper Cadaver - Team Fortress 2]

Seteth quietly sat in his chair reading a book when he heard a knock at the door.

(Seteth) “Come in.”

Sara awkwardly poked her head around the door.

(Sara) “Uh...h-hey there. Got a second?”

(Seteth) “Oh, Valestein. Please,

GO TO HELL.”

(Sara) “Hah uh...r-real funny. Anyways I-”

SLAM!

Seteth slammed the door, hitting her face in the process and squishing her.

(Sara) “A-AGH! N-NONO WAIT! I’M NOT HERE TO SCREW WITH YOU! I-I NEED YOUR HELP!”

Seteth’s eyes went wide, then he rolled, letting her tumble through the door.

(Seteth) “Make it quick.”

(Sara) “Ack...So...well...You see the thing is, I um...want to take Byleth out...during the...ball.”

(Seteth) “You? You’re terrible with boys!”

(Sara) “Wha? Psh, no! You see this?”

Sara pointed at her face, then body, then the rest of her.

(Sara) “Look at all of this! No, I’m GREAT with the boys! It’s the men, the classy ones. The ones that smell good and...can read.”

(Seteth) “If I recall Byleth couldn’t read when he first started tea-”

(Sara) “Bah, besides the point! And seeing as you’re an actual man who married...I need your help in making me into a woman that he could consider taking into the ball.”

(Seteth) “Hm, and why is it that you are unapproachable to men?”

(Sara) “...C-Come on, Seteth. I don’t know.”

(Seteth) “Well,  a mystery that you will take when you return to your world, goodbye!”

(Sara) “Wait wait wait...Ugh, this NEVER leaves this room...You...are better than me. I need your help.”

Seteth sighed but then turned to her.

(Seteth) “Then let’s get to work. We only have a few more days.”

[blackmissfrizzle]

Truth Hurts

Title: Truth Hurts

Characters: Dean x black!reader, Sam, Chuck, and Castiel

Summary: Dean finds out that the reader knows he cheated on her with Anna.

A/N: a companion fic for A Match Made in Hell. I’ll be doing more of these to detail Dean’s and the reader’s relationship at different times. Also, no tags this time. I’ll probably update later.

Based off episode 4x18

“I’m full-frontal in here, dude.” Dean complained as he read the newly discovered books about your lives.

This was supposed to be a regular case. The three of you went to a comic book store, investigating for a case, when the clerk asked if you were LARPing and then proceeded to tell you about the ‘Supernatural’ books.

Now you were sprawled in the bed with Dean, reading about your confession of love to Dean before he went to Hell. Whoever this Carver Edlund guy was, he sure did have a way with words.

Sam was sitting at the table with his laptop delving into the ‘fandom’ of Supernatural. Dean took the laptop and to his pleasure he found out there were some Dean girls, but he lost it when he found out there was some Dean/Sam girls. Hey, to each their own.

Most of the feedback on you was positive. They loved that you were a total badass, but some were rightfully pissed that you lied about your family lineage to the boys. There were some racist trolls, because God forbid a black girl gains the attention of one of the world’s perfect specimen. Oh, if they only knew the truth about their precious Dean Winchester.

“Do people really think you and Sam make a better couple? This is blasphemy!” Dean slammed Sam’s laptop in annoyance.

You had to give it to Dean, he put on a good performance. He almost convinced you he was the perfect boyfriend, but you remembered that you caught him with Anna unbeknownst to him.

“Hmmm, I think me and Sam would make a cute couple.” Sam smirked at his older brother and Dean had to hold himself back from smacking it off his face.

Dean pulled you out of your seat and into his lap. He gave you a kiss, which you didn’t return with as much enthusiasm and it was becoming more frequent. After, you guys find Carver Edlund, Dean decided he would talk to you to figure out what’s going on.

Thanks to proving you were ‘super fans’ of Supernatural and a bit of oversharing from the publisher you were able to find Carver Edlund aka Chuck Shurley.

Sam, Dean, and you find yourselves knocking on the door of a cute little house. When Chuck first answered the door he thought you three were playing a joke when Dean introduced y’all. He still thought it was a joke when you showed him the arsenal in Baby’s trunk. It wasn’t until Dean said his last name and you switched your eyes to black did he believe you.

You found yourself with Sam and Dean, in Chuck’s quaint home that was littered with empty beer bottles.

“Oh, you’re still there!” Chuck jumped when he turned around to you three.

“Yup.”

“You’re not a hallucination?”

“Nope.” Dean popped the p while standing there irritated.

Soon, Chuck went on a rant that he was a cruel and capricious God. He kept detailing almost every awful thing that happened to the boys and then asked them if they truly lived through certain events.

“And you,” Chuck steered his gaze towards you. “All those nightmares about hell and then to find Dean cheating on you with an angel no less!”

You couldn’t stop Chuck from revealing your secrets, but the murderous look on your face told him that he made a big mistake.

“I’m sorry, I…I…I forgot he didn’t know yet.” Chuck immediately apologized. He knew your powers could get out of control if you were extremely emotional and he didn’t want to be a target.

Too bad for Chuck, you were embarrassed and pissed. The boys were looking at you with pity and you needed to get out of there fast. You stormed out the house, ignoring Dean’s pleas and when you slammed the door you sent objects flying off the shelves with your powers.

Dean gripped Chuck by the collar, upset with him for revealing his big mistake but more upset that he knew he just broke whatever he had with you.

Sam pulled him back, even though all he wanted to do was punch Dean himself. “C’mon dude, let him go.”

After everything settled down, Chuck explained what he was writing next. He told the brothers that he wrote himself into the book confronted by his characters.

You were pacing down the sidewalk, trying to rid yourself of the anger when the boys came out. Sam threw you an apologetic look before he got into the Impala.

Dean reached for your hand, but you moved to escape his reach and he knew right then he lost you.

“I don’t wanna talk about it. Not now. I just wanna figure out how Chuck is doing what he does and do a bit of laundry, ok?” You kept your gaze hard, you didn’t want Dean to know he had this much of an affect on you. He shooked his head yes and dropped the topic. Dean knew better than to push your buttons when you’re already pissed.

At the laundromat, Dean was reading the transcript that Chuck gave him. He was exactly describing the scene before you. It captured your irritated bitch face and Sam’s brooding shoulders.

Needing some space from Dean you exited the laundromat, but not too long after Dean followed you.

“What did Shurley mean by nightmares?” Dean asked barely above a whisper. He knew it was better to ease into his infidelity instead of jumping in.

Not making eye contact with your boyfriend, you fumbled with the bracelet he gave you. “When you came back, I started having nightmares. They started once we slept in the bed together. At first, I didn’t know what they were, but soon I figured out it was your time in hell. I saw everything, Dean!” Tears were streaming down your face.

“I saw how Alistair cut into you and tortured you. How he would use my face, Sam’s, and Bobby’s, to mess with you. I saw and felt everything! I felt your joy when you took Alastair’s deal and jumped off the rack to put bodies on and torture.”

Dean’s adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to contain his own tears. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

You wiped away a tear and gave Dean a dry laugh. “Because I was trying to do the healthy thing and let you tell me on your own time. I didn’t want to make you talk until you were ready. But it turns out you just didn’t want to talk to me. I should’ve known better. Eventually, you couldn’t wait on me any longer and you would go back to your usual type.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Y/N I did not sleep with Anna because we haven’t had sex yet or because she’s supposedly my type.”

“Then why?”

Dean hung his head in guilt and licked his lips before he answered. “Because she got it. She told me she knew about what happened in hell and I shouldn’t blame myself. Y/N, I thought if I told you I would lose you forever and I can’t bear the thought without you in my life.”

This time you made no attempt to wipe away your tears. You looked at Dean through blurry eyes and replied with venom in your voice. “Well, great job Winchester, you just lost me.”

Each of you stared at the other, mourning the loss of your relationship. Sam came out the laundromat and looked guilty for interrupting the intimate moment. “Ummm, Chuck called he said there’s an emergency.”

Grateful for the interruption, you ran to grab your laundry and went to Baby. When you met up with Chuck, he told you that Lilith was coming and she and Sam were going to have sex in ”…throes of fiery demonic passion.” Ugh, disgusting!

It turned out that Lilith is not possessing a child anymore and was now a dental hygienist. Well, at least according to Chuck she was hot.

Sam laughed at the idea of him and Lilith together, but Dean didn’t find it funny. I’m fact, he took Chuck’s transcript as a ‘what not to do’. There’s was no research for Sam, no bacon cheeseburger for Dean , no fighting between the brothers, and no refereeing for you. But all that went to hell. The waitress accidentally gave Dean the wrong burger, the boys managed to argue in a calm manner, and you still ended up getting in the middle while scrolling through your phone.

All three of you had your own mission to avoid Chuck’s vision. Sam had to stay locked up in the motel room, Dean had to park his car to avoid driving around in it all day, and you had to stay away from your father, which should be easy.

After Dean left you and Sam in the motel room, Sam tried to get you to talk about your feelings and he even gave you the puppy-dog eyes, but you couldn’t do it. So, you left the room and somehow ended up at a park bench.

Suddenly you felt an unwanted presence next to you. You were about to pull out your gun, but someone gripped your wrist before you could. That someone was your demon father.

“How did you find me?”

“I was monitoring your power usage, since someone doesn’t call.” He nudged your shoulder.

Rolling your eyes, you scooted further away from him. “Maybe someone would call you if you didn’t murder their mother and try to make them lead a demon army.”

“You got a point. But I’m here to talk.” He gave you a fatherly pat on your knee. “Before Alistair untimely death due to your boyfriend and his brother.”

“Yeah, it’s a shame he died before his time,” you dramatically rolled your eyes.

“Anyway, before he died he told me that a certain Winchester slept with that fallen angel. And as a father, I’m trying my hardest not to rip his throat out.” Your father’s eyes flashed to black for a millisecond.

It must’ve been keeping your emotions bottled up, because you ended up sobbing in your father’s lap. Despite being a demon, your father was soothing and held you.

For a moment, you believed you two were a regular father and daughter until a ping from your phone brought you back to reality. Dean texted you, saying that you needed to come back to the motel room ASAP.

“Winchester calls and you just drop everything and go running, huh?” Your father was angry at how fast you moved for Dean.

“You has to ruin the moment. Just don’t bother contacting me anymore.” You were walking away when your dad left you with one parting statement.

“It’s inevitable, Y/N. We’ll break all the seals and you’ll be fighting on our side one way or another. Stop tricking yourself into thinking you’re a hunter or a conduit of good. Hell, Dean even slept with a literal angel before you. Maybe he knows deep down that someday you’ll reach your true demonic potential.”

Anxiety, fear, and tears suffocated your throat. Your dad said all the things you feared ever since you met the Winchesters. Not trusting your voice, you flipped the bird at your dad.

By the time you got back, Sam and Dean were arguing. Supposedly, Chuck was a prophet and everything he writes comes true. Oh, you guys were screwed. Dean was bent on leaving town before Lilith got there, but Sam wanted to take the opportunity and fight.

The fight was getting bad, Dean brought up how Sam’s been using his psychic powers to kill Alistair and you took that as your cue to leave the room. Sometimes it was best not to get in the middle of their fights.

Leaning against Baby and drinking some water, you were contemplating your life with the Winchesters when Dean came storming out the room.

“Sam’s stuck on staying?”

Dean wiped down his face in frustration. “Yeah. He’s just ugh.” Dean finally took in your demeanor and noticed the puffiness of your eyes. He reached to grab your hand and this time you didn’t pull away.

“I’m gonna take a guess here, according to Chuck, you should’ve met with your demonic daddy. How that go?”

“Surprisingly good. He threatened to rip your throat out and I might just take him up on that. Then, he had to rant on about my silly demonic potential. You know the usual stuff.” You waved your hand in dismissal.

Dean opened up hid mouth to apologize, but you stopped him. “I don’t need your apology. After this I’m gonna go to Bobby’s and help him find out how to stop the breaking of the seals.”

The fluttering of angel wings broke the uneasy silence between you and Dean after your declaration. Dean begged his angelic friend to find some way to interfere, but Cas claimed it was fate. However, in so many words Castiel suggested we get Chuck near Lilith and an archangel would come.

With the threat of getting shot, Chuck complied with the plan and you guys succeeded. Lilith smoked out of her meat suit and Sam was saved.

Immediately you grabbed your duffle bag and your car keys. You felt a tug on your bag before you could throw it in the trunk.

“I’m not gonna apologize again because I know you don’t want to hear it now and I’m not gonna beg you to stay with me, because you deserve better. Just please let me know when you get to Bobby’s.” Although, Dean didn’t say those words, his green eyes did. You could feel his apology but you didn’t want to accept it, you were still angry at him and yourself.

Swallowing back some tears, you gave Dean a head nod and continued to pack up. Once you got settled into your driver’s seat is when you finally replied to your boyfriend/ex-boyfriend. “Thanks. I’ll let you know when I make it. And umm,” you were fiddling with your keys to rid yourself of your nervous energy. “I’m gonna use this time to figure out want I wanna do with our relationship, k.”

Dean slowly smiled at his chance to earn you back. “That all I can ask for sweetheart.”

You pull out of the parking lot and kept your eyes in the rear view mirror to look at Dean until he disappeared from your view.

[wantstoflyafraidtofall]

Chapter 3: Ink

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He was watching himself. The other Dean was back on the balcony, Cas was running up the stairs towards him, the black shadow reaching out with its inky arms. He yells at himself to run but no words come out. He is just as stuck as the other Dean.

Everything seems to be going in slow motion. The shadow almost seems to smile as it pushes Dean off the balcony, falling to the ground head first. Cas grabbing the rail, mouth open in a silent scream as he watches Dean fall.

Dean watches himself fall towards the ground. Watch the tears drip off Cas’s chin. All he seems to do is watch. He can't do anything but watch

Everything is silent and slow. Except the shadow. It turns to him. A face now more clearly formed in the smoky mass. It looked at him with eyes like two red Christmas lights stuck in a black curtain. Its smile is wide and full of long, sharp fangs that mesh together like puzzle pieces.

It slides down the hall and slips right behind Cas without turning or looking away from Dean. The creature tilts its face down at Cas and back up to him. Without opening its mouth it speaks to him in a cold, small voice, “tHis is just The BeginniNg.”

It opens its mouth and its jaw unhinges, letting it open even wider. Its back arches and long tendrils of shadow spread out like poisonous vines from its body, consuming everything in darkness. They reach around Dean, constricting around his body, squeezing the air out of him till his world fades black.

~~~

Dean wakes with a gasp. Beads of sweat rolled down his face as he springs to a sitting position. He checks his watch but already knew what time it would be, after all he has woken up at the exact same time for the past three days.

It was 6 in the morning, the sky a dark lavender as the sun prepared to breach the horizon. Something about this morning, however, was a bit different. More pleasant. He could faintly smell the rich scent of coffee meaning Cas was awake early.

He peeled off his sweat soaked clothes and put on a fresh pair of boxers and his ‘dead guy robe’ that he had found in one of the closets.

Cas was standing in the kitchen, leaning on the counter as he drank his own cup of coffee. He slid a steaming mug resting near him towards Dean as he entered the kitchen.

“You're up early.” Dean mumbled

“I had noticed you were waking up very early and getting little sleep. Since I am staying in your house I would like to make things a little easier for you so I made you coffee.” Cas stated.

“Thanks Cas but you really don't have to.”

Cas had taken notice of how little Dean was sleeping. Bringing it up in subtle ways and doing everything he can to help. Once Dean had fixed the mower he made him go inside and rest while Cas mowed the entire back yard.

Dean had stood in the kitchen and looked out the window, admiring the way Cas’s muscles rippled with each movement underneath his shirt. When Cas had taken off his shirt, revealing vast expanses of smooth, lightly tanned skin, Dean forced himself to move into the library and read a book.

He knows it's okay to love whoever you want but he can't help but feel ashamed for his growing crush on his housemate. He has learned a lot about Cas these past few days and is starting to become better friends with him despite the stick up his ass but would rather not make him uncomfortable.

Deans gaydar is horrible and completely out of practice so unless you look like you were given birth to by a unicorn and had the word “GAY” written in rainbow letters on your forehead, he would never be able to guess your orientation.

“Dean, you need more sleep. It's going to make you hallucinate and your body will begin to shut down if you don’t rest.” Cas retorted

“M’fine. And it’s not like I'm trying to get bad sleep.”

Dean left the kitchen and went back upstairs to put on some clothes. He came back down but Cas was no longer in the kitchen.

He refilled his coffee and got some cereal out of the cabinet. He would love to cook actual breakfast but Cas was right, he was really tired. He was halfway through his bowl when he heard a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it!” Cas shouted from somewhere in the front of the house.

The doors lock clicked before swinging open. Dean listened, curious to see who was visiting them this early in the morning. He heard the muffled sound of voices, the deep rumble of Cas’s and a bright chirpy one.

“Dean, it's for you.” Cas called.

Dean’s curiosity spiked. Someone was coming to the house at 6:30 in the morning to see him?

He walked into the atrium and saw Cas standing with a young woman with bouncy red hair. He could feel energy radiating off of her like a mini sun and her wide hazel eyes and bright smile showed that spark.

“You were asking for me?” Dean asked.

“Yes, hi! My name is Charlie Bradbury, I live across the street. Kevin said someone moved into the Fletcher house and I wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood!” Charlie exclaimed.

“At 6 in the morning? A bit early dontcha think?”

Charlies looked down at her feet, clearly embarrassed, “I was going to come over later but I saw that your lights were on so I figured you would be awake.” She squinted up at him, “Man it looks like you never fell asleep in the first place!”

Cas sensed Dean's annoyance with that statement and chose to slip into the conversation, “It's a new place and he has been having some trouble sleeping. Would you like to come in for some coffee?”

Charlie accepted the offer and practically bounced into the kitchen. Cas started another pot -- decaf this time -- while Dean and Charlie sat at the island. Dean continued eating his cereal, watching Cas’s steady hands scoop the grounds into the machine.

“So, how long have you two been together?” Charlie asked

Dean choked on his cereal, cheeks flushing red.

Cas replied, not even turning away from his task, “Dean and I are not together. I am staying here in his house until I get a steady footing and buy my own apartment.”

At this point, Dean decided he was done with imputing on the conversation so he hunched over his coffee and listened to Cas and Charlie talk.

“I'm sorry! I just figured since you guys were living together you might have been a couple!” Charlie apologized

“It’s fine. What about you? Do you have any housemates?” Cas replied in a completely calm manner.

How was he doing that? How is he so calm after that?

“Well the house is actually my grandparents house but they have like four so they were fine with me having this one. I live with my girlfriend, Gilda, and Kevin, who you've already met.”

“That's nice. How did you all meet?”

“Gilda and I met in junior year of high school at a LARPing event. Kevin I met in our computer science class. He looked really stressed all the time, and when I finally wrung out that he was about to be kicked out of his apartment, I told him he could stay with us.”

They continued their conversation while Dean listened. Cas, being the awkward talker he is, stuck to short, blunt answers and basic icebreaker questions while Charlie ranted about her life.

After what seemed like a short time -- but was actually 30 minutes according to his watch -- Charlie got up from her seat and Cas walked her to the door, Dean following closely behind.

He was a bit startled when she practically pounced on Dean, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug then continuing to do the same to Cas, who probably looked just as awkward as Dean.

She bid them both a good day and skipped down the driveway back to her house.

Cas gently shut the door before slumping against it.

“Man, that kid is quite the handful, huh?” Dean chuckled

Cas glared up at Dean. “Well I didn't see you talking to her for half an hour after she asked if we were… together.” Cas looked away from Dean, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“Well you did great Mr. “My ‘people skills’ are ‘rusty’.”

“Thank you, Dean. Sorry that you were so embarrassed about her comment.” Cas looked back up at Dean, his compliment making the blush on his cheeks slightly more rosy.

“I, uh, It’s- It’s all good.”

They held eye contact, looking deep into each other's eyes. Dean began to wonder what it would be like if Cas was his boyfriend. Cas making him cups of coffee, staying up late reading the books both of them seem to enjoy reading, waking up every day to see the crisp morning light illuminating his permanently messy bed head(what would that look like in the morning) and those eyes containing the very sky in their depth.

Dean turned away breaking eye contact as his own cheeks began to redden. “I'm going to go call Sam and check on how he’s doing.”

He walked towards the stairs, not looking back, despite his temptations. Too afraid to see an uncomfortable grimace on Cas’s face and not the slightly disappointed frown that was actually there.

He closed the door and flopped onto the bed with a sigh. He rolled over to his stomach and grabbed his phone off the bedside table. Sam picked up after a few rings.

“Hey Dean, is everything alright?”

“Just peachy, Sammy. I was actually calling to check up on how you are.”

“Wow, that bad? Wanna talk about it?”

“No, and I'm asking about you, stop avoiding my questions.”

“Fine, fine. I'm doing good. I'm working as an attorney for a small case right now. Jess is doing fine at the hospital and Bones is as happy as can be. How's things over there?”

“Fixed up the old lawn mower and Cas helped cut down the mini forest growing in the backyard. It still needs some cleaning up out there but other than that, the house is great.”

“Cas says you're not sleeping well.”

“I'm fine, Sam. It's just a new house in a new place. Why is he telling you that anyway?”

“In case you forgot, he is my friend. He was just concerned about you.”

“Hey, uh, can I ask you something?”

“Pretty sure you just did but yeah, hit me.”

“Do you know what his… preferences are?”A hot blush began to rise to his cheeks again.

“Hmmmm. I think he's bi, maybe demisexu- OH MY GOD DEAN DO YOU LIK-”

“Sam stop. It’s not like that.”

“Oh it totally is! This is great! Jess will be so excited and-”

“SAM, I SAID STOP, DAMN IT.” Dean shouted into the phone. He had stood up at some point during their altercation so he sat back down on the bed, pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed shut.

“Dean, I'm sorry, it's just you've always been so closed off about your sexuality and-”

“It's fine Sam. Can we please just… not talk about this right now?”

“Sure, ok.”

Dean relaxed a bit at the topic change. “We met our neighbors today.”

“Really? Are they nice?”

“There's three of ‘em living across the street together. One sparkly redhead and her girlfriend and their friend Kevin who also works as a cashier at the local grocery store.”

“They sound pretty great!”

“Yeah, well the definitely could be worse.”

“Dean, it was great talking to you but I think- BONES NO- I got to go. I’ll call you later, ok? Bye!”

Sam ended the call.

Dean puts his phone back on the charger and heads back downstairs. He was too tired to do anything other than sleep but he cant even sleep when he is  tried so he went to the library instead.

Cas was sitting in one of the library chairs reading from one book while scribbling down notes in another.

He looked so adorable like that, curled up sideways in that chair, a focused look on his face, his bottom lip tucked under his teeth, his raven colored hair sticking up in every which way, his light blue sweater riding up against the armrest of the chair letting a small sliver of his back be visible.

He tore his eyes away and chose a random book from a shelf. A shelf that Cas had filled with his own books because Dean didn't have enough to fill the last few. He never saw Cas bring in any books, just a suitcase and one trip of groceries that Dean had gotten.

“Hey Cas, when did you bring in all these books?” Dean turned to look at Cas, gesturing at the shelf with the book in his hand.

“On the second day I was here, you spent most of the day in your room so you didn't see me carrying them in and unpacking them.”

“Yeah but where did they come from?”

“Gabriel dropped them off for me.”

“And you didn't tell me to come meet him? We're living together for the time being, it would be nice to meet some of your family.”

Cas chuckled, “It would not, trust me.”

Dean nodded before placing the book back on the shelf.

“I think I will try to take a nap.” Dean spoke as he walked towards the library doors.

“That's a good idea. Sleep well.”

Dean went upstairs to his room and closed the door. It was only around 10 but he was so tired. He pulled off his jeans and flopped onto his mattress, rolling up in the blankets. Not even 10 minutes later he was asleep.

~~~

It's dark when he wakes up. He is freezing cold and still exhausted. He sits up and looks over at his bed stand to check the clock. Midnight already? He has been sleeping all day!

A shiver courses through his body followed by a yawn. Dean decides he will just go back to sleep and hope for no more bad dreams.

But they were a step ahead of him.

A hiss sounds from the end of the bed and Dean snaps his head away from the clock to look for the source of the noise.

Towering above him is a dark mass with beady red eyes and a toothy smile.

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@stuff-that-is-other

[fandomoneshots-imagines]

To Be Married (Father! Crowley x Reader)

Summary: What if, after not seeing each other for a very long time, the reader meets with her father, the king of hell? What if the reader is informed that a demon prince wants to marry her and her father wants her to accept? What if the reader is already in a relationship?

Warnings: None? (what is wrong with me?), maybe a little fluff?

I sighed, staring at the building before me not wanting to go in. I was getting ready to meet my father for the first time in a very long time. The last time I saw him was before he became the King of Hell. He likes to call himself Crowley but his name is Fergus McLeod. When he helped in my procreation he was already a demon and went on a bender, procreating with a witch. I was able to inherit my mother powers but unfortunately everything that could harm a demon could also harm me, even if I considered myself more with than demon. 

I sighed and pushed myself forward through the gate and walked through the front door not bothering to knock, “Fath- is that a dead body?”

My father whipped around surprised to see me, “Maybe?”

“It is. I can see it right in front of me.” He crossed my arms over my chest. 

“I promise I’ll clean it up before dinner.” He sassed and wiped his hands on a towel and threw it at one of the demons standing to the side of the room. The towel hit the demon in the face. 

“I can’t stay for dinner. I have plans. What did you want to see me for?” 

”How’s your,” he started to say but I immediately stopped him. 

“Nope not going there with you.” I turned, ready to walk out the door. 

“Wait Y/N, it’s very important that I speak with you.” He followed me. 

“Oh! After all these years now you decide to speak with me?!” I yelled, the fire on the torches growing. “You think after 200 years you can come back into my life like nothing ever happened? You’re an asshole Fergus.” I yanked the door open ready to leave. 

“There is a demon who is asking for your hand in marriage.” He spoke softly but still made me freeze. “I want you to accept.” I turned around and he flinched at the ice in my eyes. 

“Excuse me?” I asked, my teeth clenched. “Wanna run that by me again?”

“One of the Demon Princes in fact. Beelzebub. He wants to marry you. I want you to accept.” He placed his hands behind his back. I let the fire on the torches grow more and more until the entire place is lit up in flames and get out of there. I snap my fingers and appear back by my car and pull out my phone, calling one of the few people I know who could help.

“I need your help. I just had my meeting with my father. Can you call them and have them take the warding down?” I asked the person on the other end of the phone. They agreed immediately and I started the long drive to Kansas. 

Said drive took me four hours and I was standing outside a large door banging on it, “Let me in you buffoons!” I yelled. I didn’t stop banging on the door until it was yanked open by the tall Winchester boy, Sam. 

“Y/N,” he greeted, not moving away from the door.

“I’m going to assume you were informed that I was coming?” I asked, “And that it is safe for me to come in?” The bunker that the Winchester’s lived in were warded against demons and had all kinds of precautions. There was a devil's trap on the ceiling almost every 10 feet throughout the entire building. 

“Yeah , come on in.” He gave me a little smile, “We’ve been waiting for you.” 

“Thanks Sam.” I sighed following him through the entrance, “Who all is here?” 

“It’s just me, Dean, Charlie, Claire, and Cas. Claire was on a hunt nearby and Jody asked if she could stay.” I nodded and smiled once we made it to the bottom of the stairs. Sitting at one of the tables in the library was a beautiful red head with her head buried in a book. Dean heard us before she did and he threw his pen at her. 

“Dude,” she gasped, “That was just rude.” Dean rolled his eyes and pointed in my direction. She immediately jumped up and held her arms out for me. I laughed and dropped my bag and ran over to her, jumping in her arms. Her arms wrapped around my waist and I cupped her cheeks, kissing her hard. 

“I missed you so much.” I mumbled against her lips. 

“I missed you too.” She smiled and kissed me once more. The two of us pulled apart and rested our foreheads against each other and out of the corner of my eye I could see Dean watching us with a huge child like grin on his face. 

“Dean if you don’t wipe that grin off your face and advert your eyes, I will make sure you can never any type of pleasure again.” I warned. 

“I’m just gonna, yep,” he stuttered and walked away. Charlie put me down and we sat beside each other. I let out a deep sigh and took her hands. 

“So your meeting with Crowley didn’t go good?” She asked and I shook my head. 

“He told me that one of the demon princes wants to marry me. And that he wants me to accept.” I mumbled, hoping the tears that are just there won’t actually spill over. 

“And he still doesn’t know about us?” She asked and I shook my head. 

“I was going to tell him but he came out and said that and I just couldn’t.” I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. “I got so angry and sat his place on fire.” 

I heard a flap of wings and looked up to see Castiel standing above us, “Y/N there is news on angel radio of your marriage to Beelzebub. There have been orders to kill you.” 

“Beelzebub?!” Three shocked voiced yelled out, making me flinch. 

“Did I leave that part out? Oops?” I sunk down in my seat, “Cas is there anyway you can ward me? I don’t want to marry him.”

“But marriage is,” 

“Cas, I’m gay. I’m in a relationship already with Charlie. Even if Beelzebub were to possess a woman I still would not want to marry a demon.” I tried to explain. 

Cas just stared for a second and nodded, “Well turn the warding back on and cut the power to the traps. You should remain protected.” I nodded and looked back at Charlie. 

“Can we go to bed? I’m exhausted.” I laughed dryly. Charlie took my hand and led me to her room and we immediately crashed on the bed together, wrapped in each other’s arms. 

“So don’t want to marry a demon?” Charlie asks, running her fingers through my hair. 

“I don’t want to marry a demon. I don’t want to marry a witch. I wouldn’t mind marrying a beautiful LARPing geek.” I smiled, my eyes closed. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that idea.” She chuckled. I buried my head in her chest and felt myself drifting to sleep. 

It only felt like a few minutes before Charlie’s alarm was going off. I groaned and flicked my hand sending her phone flying, “Sorry I’ve got to help Claire with this case.” She grumbled. 

“ ‘S fine,” I sat up wiping drool off my face. I got out of the bed and changed into some of Charlie’s clothes and put my hair up in a messy bun. “Let’s get coffee and I’ll help.” I grabbed her hand and dragged her out of bed, squinting my eyes and walking us through the library to the kitchen. 

What I had missed however on the way to the kitchen was my father in a devil's trap, talking to Sam and Dean. The three of them watched Charlie and I as we walked through the library and came back with two things of coffee, both of us still getting our eyesight to adjust. 

“Uh, Y/N?” Sam spoke up and I looked up, one eye closed looking at him, one eye squinting. My eyes started to focus and I could now see the familiar shape of my father standing before me. I looked down at Charlie, who was asleep again on my shoulder and me in her clothes.

“It’s not what you -,” I started to say but was cut off.

“You’re dating a -,” 

“Crowley,” Sam and Dean both interrupted.

“A ginger hunter?!” Crowley yelled, finishing his sentence. 

[thenextgeneration3]

The missing link (part three)

Since before Anyone could remember it was always Clary, Simon and Y/n. Y/n was adopted by the Clary’s mom when she was just 6 years old. However, living in Brooklyn her British accent never left. They did everything together. Shared everything but that started to change after Clarys 16th birthday.

Warnings: non i think

Sorry for any mistakes

Hope you enjoy

Time lapse

Sitting in the library

“If you are a Blackstorm then how don’t I know about you. They were one of the top shadowhunter families.” Jace said while flipping through a dusty book

“So basically if I get this right. My blood means I’m part some cult that kills demons. Oh god Simon have you got me into a larping team. I’ve already told you in not into it. Also, Clary how are you so calm about all this. I’m about to call the but house for these people.” I said looking at both Simon and Clary.

“This is true Y/n. This is just like D&D. How aren’t you loving this?” Simon said excitedly getting a tut of Clary and Alec.

“Well I have had more time process and I’ve seen things. Also, it explains a lot of things. Like Luke and my mom . The whispering and the reason we haven’t got any family other than us.” Clary said while moving closer to Jace.

“Well I’m sorry but this is a lot of stuff to take in also is there anything else I can do to help find your mum.” I said changing the subject

“Well we are trying to find something my mom was hiding she hid from Valentine before she died. But I can’t remember anything.” Clary said while looking from Alec to Jace

“What do you mean she hid something? And if she did hide something wouldn’t she leave a clue maybe with someone maybe Luke or you. Someone she knows it’ll be safe with.” I said thinking about it

“That actually smart. Clary did your mom never leave you anything told you to keep it safe?” Jace asked placing down the book

“Wait Clary didn’t she give you some family heirloom for your birthday that pen thingy.”

“Oh yeah. This?” Clary said handing it over to Jace. “Yeah mom said she’d explain it.” She said shrugging.

“Okay is there any way we can find out if mum leave anything for you or a map.” I asked sitting next to Clary

“No I look back and it’s like all things to do with this world was whipped.”

“Yeah I’m surprised you didn’t notice those white scars on her body.” We both turned to wards Simon.

“What do you mean white scars.”

Those little white scars that were in her arms and legs. When we were at the lake and we went swimming. In her swim suit she had all those scars on her body.” Me and Clary looking puzzled

“It confirms she’s a shadowhunter but maybe she’s locked it away in her mind we could take them to the silent city. They could help”

Time skip

“Wow so the silent city is in a cemetery great not at all creepy.” I said wrapping my arms around me

“Who are the silent brothers?” Simon asked as we approached a fence.

“They are sort of librarians they help shadowhunter” Issy said while linking arms with Simon

“So why are you all scared of them if they are librarians. All give over due book?” Simon joked earning a scoff from Alec

“Right we stop here. Alec you patrol the perimeter. Issy you watch the mundi. Clary, Y/n and I will go in.” Jace have orders as we all we ready

We descended into the city of bones. Literally as everywhere was covered. There were words everywhere but in the shadow of the Witchlight it was hardly visible.

“What does that say?” Clary asked pointing at the scripture under the angel statue. Jace chuckled

“Shadowhunters looking better in black than the widows of our enemies since 1234”

“Really?” Clary looked confused looking over the words NEPHILIM: FACILIS DESCENSUS AVERNI.

“No it means the decent to hell is easy” I said walking past Jace not bothering to look back

“You speak Latin?” Jace asked surprised

“Yes and other languages. I have since I can remember.”

‘The Blackstorms are known to have spoken in various tongues.’ A voice inside my head said

“Okay. Am I going nuts or did someone just talk” I said while carrying onto a large room where symbol aligned the floor and a sword hovered from the ceiling

‘Welcome to the city of bones. We are the silent brothers we will help you recover what is lost. Clarissa Fairchild please step forward’ Clary walked towards the middle of the room. The sword came down and touched her and she cried out and hit the floor “Clary” I screamed Jace holding me back. She begins to write something in the dust.

“Magnus bane”

Time skip

In the institute they all were in the kitchen eating. I wasn’t hungry deciding to look around the place. The institute was massive. Every room designated to a different project. That when I ground the one room I was looking for the training room.

“Do you train?” I jumped not expecting someone to be there

“Alec Lightwood right ?” I said holding a hand over my heart

“Yes. Do you train?” He repeated

“A little. Wanna show me a few things ?” I asked removing the jacket.

“Fine. Now grab a staff” he said grabbing one himself

“Now I don’t want you to go easy on me” I said with a smirk as we begin to spar. I’ve never used a staff but it quickly adapted. Alec and I spared for a 30 minutes before he was able to trip me with the end of the staff.

“Not bad you need to keep an eye on your feet you leave them open. You also are very stiff from the waist down you need to move. Now again.” He said helping me up. It didn’t take long before I used his advice and was finally able to figure out his fighting technique. Then I was able to use my foot and trip him up and he landed on his back with my staff hovering over-his face. “Very good but you forgot something” he said before tripping me over. Landing on my back beside him. “Always look for a way out” he said chuckling while offering me a hand

“Omg is that Alec Lightwood laughing” Issy said from the door “you’ve got some skills Y/n. You sure you’ve never trained or known about shadowhunters because Jace was just saying you know a few languages.”

“I’ve spoken them since I was little and I made sure I use at least them all once a week. I also train in a dojo 3 days a week because it helps with balance and self defence. I live in Brooklyn after all. Now I’m off to take a shower.” I said putting back my staff

“Oh Y/n. We are going to Magnus you’ll need to dress pretty.”

“I don’t have anything with me?”

“Brilliant lets go to my room I can help with that.” Issy said linking arms and rushing off to her room.

Time skip

“Is do you have anything a bit more me ?”

“And what would that be”

“Well a mwah top would be nice I’m wearing my good bra and maybe a skater skirt. So I can wear my combats.” She began rooting throw her wardrobe.

“Like this?” She held a burgundy skater skirt with a complete mesh body suit with small velvet stars covering it.

“Perfect, fishnets ?” She was already holding them up. “Yes. Okay I’ll be two second.” I emerge from the bathroom looking older than I thought I had light make up on with my hair wavy and half up. Filling off the look with my beaten up combats. Issy, Clary and I emerged from the bedroom all dressed for the party “what you think?” Issy asked.

“I like” Jace said looking at me

“Wow” Simon said as he looked at Clary and I.

“Do you need a sheath? I have a few thigh ones you could borrow” Issy said to both Clary and I.

“No”

“No”

“Yes” Simon,Clary and I said at the same time.

“Does this mean I get a knife now?” I questioned raising my eyebrow at Jace and he handed up one of his many seraph blades

“Thank you”

Time skip

The music was so loud down the street it wasn’t hard to miss but I had the feeling I’d been there before. It was like I’ve been there many time. We knocked on the door a man with blue hair and black gothic clothes answered the door

“OMG. Please tell me you are all seeing him to ?” I questioned they all looked at me and Simon answered

“Yeah. The dude that looks like gay sonic the hedgehog crossed with the child catcher from chitty chitty bang bang. Very much so” he said picking his mouth from the floor

“Thank god I thought I was going mad again?” “May we come in we have an invitation”

“I don’t remember inviting nephelm to my party” he said “however,I was pretty drunk so I could. Just don’t kill my guests and I’m only going it because of the pretty boy” he said moving aside and letting us all in. “Thank you” Jace said while stepping inside “I didn’t mean you. I meant him with the blue eyes.” He said giving Alec a wink.

“I ship it.” I whispered to Issy as we walked past warning a smirk from Magnus.

Magnus slips of into a room and Clary and I follow him. “I’m surprised you are both here and accompanied by shadowhunters no less.” Jace entered the room with Alec. Simon was with Issy.

“What do you mean do you know these two?” Jace asked as he stepped closer to us both. Alec coming up behind us.

“Of course I watched them nearly grow up. Your mom came to me ages ago because she didn’t want you both in the shadow world. Jocelyn was very specific on what she wanted me to do. I told her it was tricky and could be risky but she wanted it anyways. I wiped both girls memories. Though Y/n was the hardest you had so much more time in the shadow world. Clary was a baby only a year or two younger but you already knew loads of languages for a young age. Also, you were just this little confident child that wasn’t afraid of anything.” He said looking at me. “However, I did what she asked and you luckily kept all the languages you’ve learnt but your mind fought back you came here more than Clary did. Then you started sparing Jocelyn was worried that it’ll trigger something but she let you do it anyways.” He looked at Clary “ you however, were a little minx your mom was determined to hide all your shadowhunter parts. You liked to pick on the fairies in the garden and you even picked on my cat. Once he scratched you of course you screamed like a banshee. I of courses as if you were half. She said no that your father wasn’t involved and he won’t be. I asked who he was she said he died. Then she made up this story about the man in the army to protect you.” He said sitting down

“Wow that was an unload and a half. So do you know where Jocelyn is now ?” I asked. “So yo know how to get these blocks off our minds also?”

“Once they were implicated no one can take them off however,since you are both here and you’ve already seen thought one of my hardest glamour. It would should be wearing off. Not long now.” After he said that a scream came from outside. Issy ran in crying and breathing heavily

“They’ve... theyve... they’ve taken Simon” she cried

“Who has?” Jace asked

“Vampires” she replied

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[kira-fluff]

could you do a request with MC having tons of beautiful tattoos all over her (like her stomach, arms, thighs, and hands) with RFA?

Sorry this is such a looooong wait!! I’ve been meaning to get back into writing. Anyways here you go anon! P.S. I also added a little surprise at the end ;) 

Yoosung 

-Yoosung would be very surprised at first

 -Like

-“WHOAA that’s SuPeR CooL”

-You’d grin as you show him the tattoos coating almost every inch of your body

-Won’t stop talking about how you like one of his favorite video game characters

-Often asks you to cosplay

-And if you’re up for it, then you’d go quite often to Cons and LARPs with Yoosung

-And get lots of compliments

-But not just about your tattoos ;)

-You laugh it off and thank them with a smile

-Until you turn and see a little pout on Yoosung’s face

-You bite back a smile

-“What’s wrong, Yoosung?”

-He’d continue to pout until you pester him a bit longer

-He finally gives in eventually, despite his stubborn personality

-Because you’re you.

-And Yoosung can never say no to you

-He’d slowly make out the words to tell you

-“…I just don’t like all those guys looking at you…”

-You bit you lip to keep you from laughing

-“Yoosung…I’m cosplaying..they’re supposed to look at me”

-“WELL NOT LIKE THAT!!”

-“Like what?”

-“Like you’re some,,,some sNaCK!”

-Oh?

-You have failed, you’re bursting out laughing

-“Y/N it’s not funny! Seriously!!” he’d cry out in frustration

-But you’re laughing at his jealousy

-Because…

-Does he not realize you’re already his?

Zen

-So as you all know

-Zen used to be the “baddest boy”

-…..sure Zen….

-When he meets you and sees all the tattoos decorating your arms as well as you neck and legs

-“..You know, Y/N, I used to have a friend that had a ton of tattoos too”

-Thinks it makes you the edgiest thing ever

-Brags about you ALL THE TIME in the RFA chat rooms

-“JUST LOOK AT HOW GORGEOUS SHE IS”

-“Zen. Its 3am. Go to sleep.”

-“Shut up trust fund”

-Lowkey thinks you have a dark past

-“Zen stop i’m not that edgy”

-Always begging you to wear his leather jackets

-The Edgiest Couple?™

-Nope

-Smooth rides on his motorcycle

-“Zen were you in a gang”

-“WHAT NO WHO DO YOU THINK I AM?!”

-“A mafia boss”

-“….really?”

-Despite all your tattoos he still treats you like a princess

-As he should

-In fact, he calls you a princess all the time

-“Princess, wanna go on a ride?”

-CONSTANTLY COMPLIMENTING YOUR TATTOOS

-As well as your face, hair, body, etc.

-Ok pretty much all aspects of …you

-Sometimes he’ll trace the designs of your tattoos

-He’s just in awe at the beautiful art that is you

Jaehee

-Not judgemental at all

-Jaehee is the type to believe that the choices you make in life are your own decisions and shouldn’t be judged

-She finds many of the tattoos to be really pretty!

-Scolds those who try to embarass you in public that say your tattoos are “too much”

-Honestly in general she’s very respectful of people’s lifestyles as long as it’s not affecting their health

-At first she may be a little surprised

-But she knows it doesn’t matter :)

-Jaehee is also very supportive of you (really about anything in life)

-Somewhat similar to Zen she’d compliment the artistry of the tattoos

-Jaehee likes to appreciate the small things as well

-So she’d give very heartfelt compliments about you as well

-And when you come to her crying one day because, yet again, your relatives all went off on their rants of how you are “going to regret your foolish decisions later”

-Jaehee consoles you telling you that their opinions have no value

-That you shouldn’t listen to them as they obviously don’t understand that this is your decision and therefore your choice

-Obviously she’s also the mom friend so she’s always checking up on you when you aren’t with her

-Because she loves you

-And nothing will change that

Jumin

-If I’m being honest he might be a bit less supportive :/

-“Y/N I do not see why this would be ethical nor why it is necessary”

-“Jumin, I didn’t do this because it was necessary, I decorated my body because I wanted to. You have your way and I have my way.”

-That shut him up

-But he’d also be worried because “how are you going to be able to get an MRI if you get hurt”

-That’s mainly his concern

-He’s not really one to say that you “will regret your decision later” because he believes that you can do whatever you want

-He just doesn’t understand the reason why

-And as I said earlier, his concern for you.

-But after a short time of convincing, he’d give into you.

-He always does.

-But also because you got pretty upset

-And he of course felt horrible

-He’d try to apologise with gifts but after seeing you reject them all he’d realize that all you ever wanted was his acceptance

-And so with no hesitation he would run up to you and hug you whispering of how he was wrong, as well as the beauty that you are

—And then it’s all in the past

-Eventually he’ll probably get a tattoo of Elizabeth III because CatDads.com said it is the utmost display of love to your cat

-(You’ll find out later this website was made by Seven as a payback prank for all the trouble Jumin caused you)

-Also he would of course get a tattoo of your name in Chinese

-Reporters would go crazy with outlandish headlines

-“IS JUMIN HAN GOING THROUGH A PHASE?!”

-“JUMIN HAN SEEN GOING ROGUE AFTER DATING NEW GIRL”

-“WHAT IS THIS PHENOMENON?!”

-All you and Jumin did was laugh at the headlines, going about your lives

-Unless someone publicly offended you

-Then Jumin would definitely bite back

-Almost arrested someone

-“Jumin stop”

-“Mr. Kim. Send support to coordinates…”

-“JUMIN OH MY GOD”

-“Y/N i’m not making the same mistake again”

-He still feels bad about it..

-“Jumin it’s ok. All is forgiven”

-You still find it endearing that he cares this much for you though

Saeyoung/Seven

-Lots of laughter

-He’d known for a while but when he first saw you in person he was still laughing

-Not at you but at the parallel from the way you talk in the chat rooms compared to real life

-Calls you the edgelord

-Also lowkey wants to get matching tattoos with you

-Sometimes he’d mess around with you kissing your neck but saying “I was just kissing your tattoos lolol”

-Lots of tattoo memes?? Like where did he even find these??

-Turns out he made them himself

-Also since he’s such a considerate person he’d look for clothes that compliment your tattoos

-Well….anything looks beautiful on you so…

-He also really likes when you wear a swimsuit because he gets to see (almost) every inch of your body, and all the art displayed on it

-Sometimes he’ll draw little designs or cats on unmarked parts of your skin

-Calls you his “work of art”

-Among other things

-He also spams the chat room with cute pictures of you and your tattoos

-Like Zen, a LOT of bragging to the other RFA members  

-“Seven we’ve heard enoughh stop hogging the chat”

-Uses the “is this allowed” meme/vine unironically whenever you get another tattoo

-He’s only joking tho

-Sees anyone with a tattoo and asks if its your sibling or long-lost cousin

-“No seven no”

-knows you’re a bad bitch

-Yet he still likes to be you Defender 707!

BONUS!

Saeran/Unknown

-“You’re just like me”

-Really likes your tattoos

-People in public are a little intimidated by this PowEr CouPle

-All the swirls and designs don’t go unnoticed by others either

-He kinda glares at them if he seems anyone checking you out

-Lets just say they go away with their tail in between their legs

-He always compliments your tattoos as well

-I mean seriously

-“Y/N. You’re so beautiful.”

-Just like Seven he’d want to get a matching tattoo

-He’d always blush when he’d wonder where else you might have tattoos

-He’s a bean ok

-But also he can’t stop thinking about it

-He’d bite his lip

-When you finally ask and he tells you, you’d laugh

-You lift up your shirt to show your stomach is also completely decorated with tattoos as well

-He’d blush an even deeper red cuz the boy is too pure

-But he’d grab your arm, pulling you toward him before kissing you softly

-Because you’re a masterpiece

Wowww ok so I’m really sorry for our inactivity but I’m baack ! I love you guys! Keep sending requests in! 

-Elly 

[fanfic-scribbles]

On the Run: Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen: “What is Love” or “Baby Don’t Hurt Me No More”

Masterlist Here

Overall Story Facts:

Fandom: MCU Avengers; MCU Captain America

Adventure/Romance – James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes/Reader – Female Reader

Warnings: Violence, language, eventual romance, reader character with sassy/abrasive personality

Chapter Summary: You find yourself in a bad way, thanks to your new Hydra pal. He wants to be introduced to Bucky. He should be careful what he wishes for.

Special Chapter Warnings: Reader peril, described torture, violence being visited upon Reader, I don’t know how else to say ‘bad things happen to Reader’

Words: 5954

A/N: I would like to stress that the reader character does not have a super fun time in this chapter and dissociates during periods of torture/interrogation. I was descriptive of it so please take heed; if you need to skip this chapter that is a-okay. Now, that being said…everyone else, please enjoy. Long chapter is long.

    Chapter Thirteen: “What is Love” or “Baby Don’t Hurt Me No More”

You are terrified out of your mind, aching from whatever they had injected into you to knock you out, and in pain with a promise of more to come. However, some things just can’t be helped.

Your personality is apparently one of those things.

“Seriously? A dungeon? Do you LARP in your mom’s basement?”

“Do you ever stop talking?” says the wiry looking dork who has brought with him a rolling tray of assorted sharp and blunt objects. Some of them make you want to wet yourself, like the freshly sharpened knives, needles with who-knows-what in them, and a fucking mallet. However, some of them are sort of ‘eh’. Like that old rusted knife that probably can’t hack its way through butter. Ooo, tetanus. So scary. If you were under ten and couldn’t get a booster shot.

Wait, have you had your booster shot? Shit, that might actually be a problem.

But of course, it’s the long, thin, curved knife that the douchebag’s hand hovers over. “I have it on good authority that no, I don’t,” you say and damn it, you're pretty sure he can hear the quiver in your voice. His smile at you confirms it and you look away. Right at Steve, who is strapped down in some kind of tube thing and doing his best concerned face, so you look at the ground instead.

The others are like him too– Sam, Natasha, and even two people you didn’t really expect to be meeting like this: Hawkeye and Iron Man. Most of them are worse for wear and all of them are strapped to gurneys that slant upwards, enclosed in glass covers that you would compare to Snow White’s coffin if these things weren’t filthy with dirt and blood.

It’s hard to avoid looking at everyone when they’re in a half-circle around you. You’re standing, in your underwear, in the center of the room– well, sort of standing. Your wrists are cuffed behind your back and there’s a chain that is wrapped under your arms and shoulders and goes up to the ceiling, while your ankles are chained to the floor to keep you from…wandering, you guess. All that and the most annoying part of this is the grate you’re standing on. The holes are just big enough that if you don’t step carefully your toes get caught in them and that hurts like a bitch and a half when you don’t notice and try to move too fast.

On the plus side, you’re not in an enclosed tube. On the minus side, you’re pretty sure you’re going to be the lesson for everyone who is.

The DM grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. “Focus, sweetheart. I doubt you want to be here all day.”

Your blood rushes at the nickname. “I’m not your ‘sweetheart’, you sack of shit.”

“No, not mine,” he says, looking no less delighted. He purrs your name and you stare at him head on. You’re a woman in the world. If he wants to be the creepiest man you’ve ever met, he’s got some work ahead of him.

Unfortunately he seems to be up for the job, by how he leans in. “That is your name, right?”

“Ugh.” Your nose crinkles at the smell of…an everything bagel? Whatever it is, it does his breath no favors. “Can you breathe somewhere else? I don’t need to know what you had for breakfast. Also, why the rush? You can go brush your teeth; I’ll wait.”

He hits you so fast it stuns you. Your jaw aches and you blink away the stars and immediate pain. Still, at least it’s not a knife. You look at him, playing as cool as you can.

“We have to start slow,” he says and pulls back. “I don’t want to break you before I get my information.” Before you can ask what information you, the creaky fourth wheel on this hellish road trip, can possibly have to offer him, he starts pulling on a smock. “My name is Richard, by the way. I can tell we’re going to be here a while.”

You roll your eyes. Dick. Well, it’s appropriate. “Buddy, I don’t even know what I had for dinner last night. I don’t know what information you’re hoping to get when you probably have more of it than I do.”

“How about that chit chat you had with your boyfriend?” Dick leans in close again. “Hm?”

Well. Shit. Although you didn’t actually find out anything, other than you’d meet up in New York, which is a relief. Not that you’re planning on telling him that, but you figure the less you know, the better.

Dick punches you in the stomach. You gag and try to double over at the force of it. Try, because the chains keep you up enough and don’t give much slack for your effort to preserve those pesky things you like to call ‘internal organs’. You suck in a breath before Dick grabs your hair and yanks your head up. “Where is the Soldier heading?”

“There are a lot of soldiers in this world,” you wheeze. “Though I don’t think I know anybody on active duty.” You think of making a joke about Steve or Sam but ultimately quash it in case you draw Dick’s attention to them. They can probably take a hell of a lot more than you can, but the thought of anyone else being in this position because of you hurts your stomach more than that punch did.

Mother fucking conscience. The second science comes up with a way to surgically remove it you’re going to be first on the sign-up sheet. That thing is nothing but trouble.

Dick punches you harder, making you gasp and pant for air. “You know who I mean,” he says, still creepily level, like nothing about this bothers him at all. Mother fucking Nazis. If you surgically remove your conscience, can you give it away? They need it more than you do, you swear. “Where is the Asset?”

You take a few extra seconds to catch your breath. “You try putting your missing friend on a milk carton?”

Dick backhands you across the face right where he had punched you, only this feels impossibly harder, making you really see stars as a headache begins to swell. You can’t help the way your eyes tear up but you clench your jaw– ow, okay, bad idea. Still, you don’t cry out and that’s something.

“Where is your boyfriend?”

You spit out a little blood. “I don’t have one.” And a tooth. Oy vey; what a mess. “And, uh, if you’re looking to fill the position– buddy, you are going about it the wrong way.”

He presses his lips together into a tight, grim smile, and you weather the hits as they come the best you can. He keeps asking you the same question, ‘where, where, where,’ but you don’t even tell him that you don’t know. Avoiding the topic all together seems safest. As does denying all possible hints of whatever you and Bucky are to each other. You haven’t even gotten a chance to talk about it with Bucky; no way in hell are you talking it out with Dick. He is officially banned from Girls’ Night.

Thankfully, his hitting and occasional kicking is something you can mostly bear. Seriously, high school bullies are more inventive than this shit stain. You kind of sort of really hope it stays that way.

“All right,” Dick says, walking away and sounding as calm as if he hasn’t just been using you as a punching bag. The pain isn’t as bad as you might have thought. Less sharp, more of a constant ache all over, but you’re panting like you’ve gone a few rounds yourself. Fuck, does this make you Rocky? And is it hilarious or awful to cast the wiry white Nazi as Apollo? You’re gonna go with ‘awful’.

Dick comes back. Holding a tape player.

A tape player. Hydra, feared terrorists, ruthless assassins, and government infiltrators, are using fucking cassettes.

God, if Dick plays you his Excellent Eighties mix you’re going to throw yourself on his torture tray and hope something on there hits a vital organ.

“Please, no Air Supply, anything but that,” you say with as much drama as you can muster. It isn’t. Much, that is. You’re a little woozy.

Dick hits play. The tape is scratchy, but you can make it out just fine.

“Wanna tell us who your girlfriend is?” a raspy, strained voice asks. The person sounds pained to a point you can really relate with right now, honestly.

“No,” says your favorite deadly trash vermin. His voice lowers to a register and tone that, frankly, you don’t ever want to hear aimed in your direction. “And you’re going to regret ever finding out about her.”

Dick stops the playback and does an exaggerated shrug.

That’s…huh.

“But the important question is: did he post it on Facebook?” You ‘tsk’ even as that recording plays back in your head. And again. “Not official unless it’s up on the wall.”

Dick hits you again, and again, and again. You take it as well as you can but you’re still left dizzy and barely able to see, between the double-vision and the tears. He stops you from swaying and the weight of his hands on your shoulders makes you tremble. What is he going to do now? “This is your last chance before we get started,” he says, lowly. It’s pretty piss poor compared to Bucky’s looming voice, but Bucky isn’t here. This guy is. “Tell me what you and the Asset spoke about and I will show you mercy.”

Your stomach sinks. You think about feeding him some lies but he’d probably figure it out and then you’d be in even worse shape. Did Bucky even tell you anything of note? You’re pretty sure Dick doesn’t care about your shared emotional immaturity and Bucky only mentioned that everybody was supposed to be heading home. That he would be too. You almost tell Dick that– that Bucky’s going home where he’ll be safe and far the hell away from any Hydra douchebag who wants him– but would that give them a lead, an edge that they could use to hurt him? Is that something Bucky doesn’t want them to know? It’s best to keep quiet, in this case.

Dick pulls up his knife and holds it in front of your eyes. “Going once, going twice…”

You glare at him. “Going go fuck yourself.” You immediately try to brace yourself for the fallout but Dick doesn’t hit you. He does something worse.

He smiles.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he says and presses sharp steel into your flesh.

   It’s a weird night. Bucky is silent, in one of his moods, and you’ve had a shit week so you’re not exactly Little Miss Extrovert yourself. Still, you’re going ahead with your plans to make a ‘decent’ dinner by foisting all the work on the guy who had the audacity to complain about the food you buy. Now maybe he’ll appreciate why you go for easy, oven-heated meals.

But as you walk out of your room after changing into something comfier, you find him standing completely still at the counter. As you move around him you see all of the potatoes have been peeled but only one has been chopped up, and another is gripped loosely in his left hand while he stares hard at the giant knife he holds in the other.

Great. This is totally reassuring. “Bucky?” you ask. He doesn’t budge an inch. Yep, totally great to have a former assassin holding a knife and probably having an episode. You take a small step forward, because nobody has ever accused you of being too smart and sensible for your own good. Bucky tells you the opposite whenever he can, in fact. “Bucky, seriously, if you want to check out your hair go use the mirror like a semi-normal person.”

He still shows no sign of life. It’s times like these you wish there was a manual– ‘How to Take Care of Your Formerly-Brainwashed Super Assassin.’ Granted, he’s not ‘yours,’ but he spends enough time at your house that you feel like you have to take partial ownership. Times like these you don’t really want to, but he’s still staring at the knife and you just hope he won't stick it in your brain. “Hey, Trash Panda!”

He flinches and turns his head to look at you with wide eyes. You find yourself a little helpless in the face of such blatant fear, but he schools himself back to his usual aloofness quick enough for it to be just a little blip. Thankfully. You are not good at feelings, though you sometimes try to make an effort at it.

“Geeze, we’re never gonna eat at this rate.” Your version of ‘try’ doesn’t mean you always succeed, but in this case you do get the knife away from him so you can start chopping the potatoes into mostly-okay pieces. Mostly. Bucky observes you quietly for a few moments as you struggle to keep the fucking food equivalent of a bar of soap in your hand without chopping your fingers off.

“That looks painful,” he murmurs.

“I haven’t cut myself,” you say. Yet.

“I meant for the potato.”

You give him the meanest look you can muster but he just looks smug which is totally unfair but even you won't joke about whatever dark place he just visited. So you punch him. Unfortunately, Bucky has turned and your aim is shit, so your knuckles collide with metal. Not terribly hard, but hard enough to cause a little pain, and hard enough to make you drop the knife in surprise, which you fumble to catch like the dumbass you are.

“Ow! Ow!” you whine to both hands, one aching, the other stinging. Bucky pushes you over to the sink to start rinsing the blood off and he quickly holds a kitchen towel to the cut. He’s shaking and for a moment you’re afraid the blood has triggered a bad memory, but when you look at him he’s silently ‘laughing’.

He’s laughing.

“You asshole!” You use your not-cut hand to punch his not-metal shoulder. Even on flesh it doesn’t go much better for you.

“Go sit down,” he chuckles as he bandages you up. “And try not to bludgeon yourself on the coffee table on the way, yeah?”

You’re set to argue out of sheer stubbornness but both of your hands are out of commission and at this rate you’re going to “Final Destination” your way into a truly ignominious death. A strategic retreat from kitchen hell might be in order. “I hate you,” you grumble and shuffle away.

Bucky ruffles your hair and flashes you a genuine smile you haven’t seen on his face before. “No you don’t.”

   Dick makes a small but deep cut in your neck that makes you gasp for how much blood flows out. It’s not technically as bad as some of the others he’s carved into you– that one on your leg is tough to look at– but going out via slit throat seems like a real bad time to you.

But Dick is there, with a cloth and, “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’d never let you bleed out so soon. We’re just getting started. Unless you want to cooperate and tell me where the Soldier– where your Sergeant Barnes is heading?”

The way he sneers, like Bucky doesn’t deserve a goddamn name, makes Rational Thought and Reasonable Discourse take a backseat. Right into the trunk. “Cancun. He needs a nice beach vacation.”

Dick slaps you. You give a half-hearted shrug. As much as you can while strung up, anyway. “Yeah, I told him the Bahamas look much nicer, but what can you do?”

He puts his fingers over a gash he made in your shoulder and pushes them in. You scream but he doesn’t stop and for seconds that feel like minutes that feel like hours you can only think I won't give him up I won't give him up I won't I won't I won–

But why? Why won't you? Not that you’ve ever made a habit of selling out people you care about, but you hate pain and you always figured you’d crack like an egg if anybody ever threatened you with so much as a papercut. The question is worth examining if only to find out why your sanity and self-preservation have left the building.

The answer comes in a flash of pain and isn’t that just the most appropriate thing ever? You actually laugh. Dick grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back. “What’s so funny?”

“Hell of a time to have a revelation,” you mumble, still chuckling. It’s sort of funny. You had assumed you care so much about Bucky because you can maybe, some day, sort of, perhaps, in the future, possibly, eventually, kind of come to love that insufferable asshole.

You hadn’t really stopped to consider that you’re already there.

Stupid fucking trash panda. But then what does that make you? Ugh. Best not to think about it right now.

Ice cold water is dumped over you and you yell out in surprise. Dick’s mom’s basement is already chilly but the arctic shower you just took is so cold that your body isn’t shivering so much as it’s spasming.

“Don’t worry,” Dick says, going through a toolbox he’s pulled up. “I’ll find something to warm you up.”

   It’s hot and miserable. You’ve been trying to sleep for hours, but the night is relentless and you decide to stop sweating through your sheets for a few minutes.

You get to the living room and jump about five feet. Wow, okay, Bucky’s home apparently. “I thought you said you weren’t a robot,” you say as you approach him. He continues to stare blankly at the window. Out of the window? No, definitely just at. Shit, but that expression is too familiar to be good. Still, you stand next to him. “But normal humans don’t sleep like that.”

He blinks. “What?” he asks.

“Where’s your head at?” you ask back.

  He presses the hot poker against your collarbone and you scream. It’s harder to tune this out when the cuts simultaneously burn. You’re starting to sweat.

“I told you I’d warm you up,” Dick says and pushes your head to one side, leaving a broad expanse of your neck wide open.

  Bucky shakes his head. “Nowhere good,” he mumbles. His throat pulses with a swallow. “I shoulda stayed gone. It’s too fuckin’ hot.”

“Man, you’re tellin’ me.” you fan yourself. “I didn’t know you got back already. You’re lucky I’m wearing clothes.”

“I don’t know if I’d call that ‘lucky,’ doll.”

You choke on air. “Well, Mr. Barnes, I do declare!” you manage to say as he chuckles. It gets quiet again and Bucky looks a little less unnerved, but still not quite relaxed. He’s still…

“What?” he asks you.

There’s no nice way for you to ask this question. So maybe you shouldn’t. But he’s staring at you and ugh, you might as well just ask and deal with the fallout. “Does your head ever go anywhere good?” you say and lean against the couch arm. “You remember stuff before Hydra…is any of it good?”

He looks thoughtful, not angry, so that’s something. “Sometimes.” He squints, like there’s something only he can see in the distance. His lips quirk into a slight smile. “Cool bottles, hot night. Steve laughing about something.”

From the way the smile molds to his face you assume there’s more to that than he’s saying, but that’s okay. He looks content so you go to the kitchen and turn the faucet on, letting it run until it’s cold while you grab a few things.

When you return to the living room it’s with two wet, cold dishtowels and fresh-out-of-the-fridge beer bottles. You’re already wearing your towel and when you drape the other one around the back of Bucky’s neck he lets out a satisfying little groan.

You plop down next to him. “Sounds nice, but it must have been hard not to actually get your drink while it was cold.” But as you hold the sweating bottle to your cheek, you can see the appeal.

Bucky grunts his agreement and holds up his frosty beverage. You hit yours to it and you both take long pulls, and settle in to suffer together.

   Dick drags the hot point down your back and you scream and try to pull away but he holds you steady. Your blood feels like fire, molten streaming down your back. He says “hm” in a pleased tone of voice, like his little lightsaber fantasy has been satisfied. Fucking thank god, though, he walks back around to your front and puts the poker down.

“Congratulations, sweetheart,” Dick says, pulling off his torture-approved oven mitts. “You’ve lasted almost six hours already.”

How is it possibly still the same day? You want to ask but all you can do is drool.

“What’s wrong? No smart comments?”

You roll your eyes and pull up some energy by the sheer power of your assholery. “Buddy…if I was…a…vegetable…I’d still be…smarter than…you.” You breathe deep and force yourself to stand upright. “No comments needed.”

Dick grins. “I’m glad to see you haven’t broken yet.” He smooths your hair back. “I’ll let you rest up a bit and we’ll pick this up later.”

You’re spent so you can’t even pretend to fight back when he has two of his buddies come in and unhook you. Everything is stiff and doesn’t want to move and you almost wish they weren’t taking you down. Almost. Though it’s not much better when they stick you in the most uncomfortable chair you’ve experienced outside of a Pier One or Ikea and strap you down.

You don’t realize you’ve dozed until you’re getting doused with cold water yet again and Dick says, “Rise and shine, sweetheart!”

“Buddy, words cannot express just how much I am not here for your “Flashdance” fetish,” you stammer through chattering teeth.

“It sounds like you had a nice nap,” Dick says and pulls up a chair. “I’m glad. Are you ready to chat, yet? If not, we can get started right away.”

This guy is such a tool. “What part of ‘fuck off’ confuses you?”

He holds his heart– or at least, the space where it should be– and mocks a sad expression. “Sweetheart, I thought we were friends. You keep calling me ‘buddy’.”

“You’re right, so sorry. It’s ‘Dick’, right?”

“Richard, actually.”

“Pretty sure that’s what I just said.”

He grips your thigh and digs his thumbnail into the long, jagged cut, dragging his thumb down and through, splitting the wound and making it bleed once more.

You don’t scream but you choke and gasp and hiss, “Son of a bitch!”

“I like that one. We’ll keep it open,” he murmurs. He smiles bigger and says, normally, “I prefer ‘buddy’.”

“Too bad, Dick.” Seriously, what does he take you for. Wait, it’s probably better not to know. “Though if you stop with the stupid nickname you have for me, I’ll consider dropping the one I have for you.” Unlikely to actually happen, but it seems charitable to at least offer to think about it. You’re nice like that.

“What, ‘sweetheart’? But you are one.” He leans closer. “Will you be my sweetheart?”

Your face almost twists right off your body, you’re so grossed out by the idea. “Ohhhh, ugghhhhh. Man, I’d rather sit through a six-hour lecture on safe sex as given by Captain America.” Actually, when you think about it, that sounds kind of hilarious. “Or I’d rather–” have Dick cut out your ‘sweet’ (gross) ‘heart’ out with the tetanus knife.

“You’d rather…” Dick prompts.

“Eh, I’m not gonna say it because you might actually do it.” Sick bastard.

“If it hurts, then it’s likely.” Dick smiles again and pats your cheek. The touch is light but it still makes you flinch. “It’s all right, I understand. You’re taken.”

You're not getting into that again, so you keep quiet. Dick stands up, looks at the ground, and nods his approval before going to the corner of the room to get something. You glance at the floor but it’s just the same old grate underneath you and flat floor everywhere else. Nothing special.

He rolls over a weird looking box-thing, with dials and switches all over the top and a bundle of wires piled on top. “I’m very excited to share this with you,” he says and starts untangling the wires, pausing to show you two circular pads. “It’s not the exact unit, but this treatment was your boyfriend’s favorite.”

You stare at them for a moment, until it hits you.

You’ve never killed anyone in your life, but if you had to kill him, you’d do it right now without hesitation, and you know it wouldn’t keep you up at night.

“Oh!” Dick laughs. That fucking monster laughs. “He told you about this.”

Not in so many words, which makes it worse. You’re not comfortable with this asshole knowing that, though, so you play it off with a little shrug. “Or I saw it on the news or in an interview or something. There was a lot about the Winter Soldier.” You look him right in the eyes. “Especially when he started kicking you guys right in the teeth.”

Dick smiles patiently and holds the pads up. God, is this how they looked when they hooked Bucky up? Did they smile, laugh, joke when they did this to him? You had a TENS unit, once. The day Bucky had seen you put it on your shoulders– well, it was the one time you had feared Bucky. Feared and been so sad for him. That expression on his face was not, is not, one you ever, ever want to see again.

Something that can hurt Bucky like that absolutely terrifies you. Is it just torture? Or will they do to you what they did to him? Will they strip you down and make you forget?

Also, fuck your life where you can think of anything as ‘just torture’.

As Dick is about to stick those wires to you, a door swings open in the distance. Somewhere over…fuck, you can’t even pretend to know. Or care. But some other guy calls out something in not-English and Dick responds likewise, and they converse for a few moments.

Dick sighs and puts down the wiring, and as much as you don’t want him to know how scared you are, you can’t help how your whole body sags with relief. “I have to go report in, but I’ll be right back,” he says and leaves.

You tug at chains and straps but they don’t get any looser and you certainly haven’t gotten any stronger in the past five minutes. Still, it seems better than sitting and waiting for Farquad to mosey on back.

You haven’t checked on the others yet– you’ve periodically forgotten that they’re there– and you still don’t want to. If they’re alive then they’ve been watching you get worked over and you’re not a fan of however they’re going to look at you. You don’t know how much they’ve heard but there have to get air in there somehow.

Unless they’re all dead…

Fuck it. You do a quick scan to make sure everyone’s alive and you ignore Steve’s attempt to keep your attention. Whatever he needs you to do, you don’t think you’re capable, and doesn’t that just suck. If Natasha and you were switched she probably would have snapped Dick’s neck by now. You’d be out of here, not getting–

Gunshots sound on the level above you and your heart leaps into your throat. You pull on the restraints– again, not any looser, but the thought of being trapped in the open while guns are going off is terrifying.

The door slams open and Dick runs in, blood on his face and looking alarmed. Well, that’s a sight. You don’t really get to enjoy it though; he scrambles behind you, grabs your chin and pins your head to his stomach as he presses his gun to your temple. And then you…wait.

Not for long, though. You didn’t hear anyone follow Dick down but there Bucky is, sliding out of the shadows like a ghost rematerializing. You’re speechless in the presence of him. He’s standing tall, suited up in all black, and already wearing what you assume is his best murder face. But then he looks around at his friends, trapped, and then at you, and if you were Dick you’d wet yourself at the look Bucky is giving him.

Then again, if you were Dick, you would have made very different life choices leading up to now, so, to each their own and all that.

“Put the gun down,” Bucky says, while wielding his own. At Dick. Who is right behind you.

Bucky’s murder face is suddenly way, way, way less attractive.

“No, that’s not how this is going to work.” Dick presses the gun even closer. “Stand down, Soldier.”

Bucky stares at him. This really, really sucks, but all you can do is hope it’s quick and…and…

Bucky unloads the ammo from the gun, letting it fall to the floor before he tosses the gun itself far away from him. But Dick doesn’t let up on you. “All of your weapons, Soldier. I’m not stupid.”

“That’s debatable,” you mutter as Bucky rolls his eyes. Well, at least you’re in agreement on that. But Bucky starts removing weapons from his person– knives, guns, holy hell are those bombs, clips, rounds, and things you’re glad you can’t identify. At the rate the pile of death is growing, you have to consider your trash panda is really more of a murder squirrel. The last thing Bucky throws on the pile is a knife smaller than the two Bowies already buried and it’s all so ridiculous you almost laugh. Almost, because Dick still has a gun to your head and that is not conducive to hilarity.

“Upstairs is almost cleared out,” Bucky says. “You should either try to kill me now or surrender already. You’re not walking out of here.”

“Well…not alone,” Dick says. He says a word in Russian that makes Bucky go stiff and wide-eyed. Dick says another and Bucky jerks, like he’s going for one of his weapons, but then Dick smashes your head with the gun and Bucky stops at your cry of pain.

You’re a little woozy but then Dick says another word and finally, finally you get it. And swallow your heart. “Bucky– no!” you shout over the next word, hoping Bucky will just fucking run or something, but he doesn’t, he stays where he is, why is he still standing there?! Dick grabs your head by your mouth and the silence is punctuated with the last few words.

Bucky goes slack– not falling, but he’s no longer so tense. His expression goes flat, and his eyes–

–you can’t look at them for more than a second. There’s nothing of him in there. No Bucky, no Trash Panda, no person.

The Winter Soldier speaks in Russian and you want to wake up now. Because this– this can’t be happening. Bucky can’t drop his weapons because of you. Bucky can’t be forced to listen to those words because of you.

Bucky can’t be lost because of you.

Dick takes the gun away from your head. You don’t feel any safer for it. “How many did you bring with you, Soldier?” he asks, breathing easier. You hate him with every part of your fucking salty soul.

“Twelve.”

Dick practically hisses. “Damn,” he says and walks around. You assume he’s looking at the others but you can’t stop looking at–…at Bucky. At where Bucky was. Still is. You feel dizzy. Passing out would be real nice right now.

“We have no time to take care of the rest. Shame. But…” Dick goes to stand next to Bucky. He puts his gun in Bucky’s hand.

“Let’s make sure you never want to come out of being the weapon you were always meant to be,” Dick says. “Kill her.”

Bucky takes aim and you can only stare dumbly at them. At Dick, smirking, and at Bucky, so cold and distant. Bucky never talked about what Steve did to snap him out of it. He only said that Steve had almost died because of it. And you don’t have that history. You don’t have that innate level of friendship and love. You have less than a year of memories, some good, some bad, and a lot of ‘maybe’s that could have been.

The shot rings out, and you wonder why you don’t feel any pain.

Until Dick crumples to the ground.

Bucky drops his hand, still holding the gun. “Moron,” he sneers at the body and then looks at you, back to his resting murder face and with life back in his eyes.

You…

You breathe.

Deeply.

Bucky is going to regret not shooting you because you are going to murder the FUCK out of him.

You keep the growing well of rage and upset down while he, with some effort, rips the lid off Natasha’s tube, unstraps her, and snaps something in Russian that has her running to Dick’s body. You even hold it together when Bucky puts his hands on you and braces you while he rips at straps and chains like they’re Silly Putty.

It’s when he’s helping you up and you start to fall, only for him to catch you by wrapping his arms around you, that you lose it. “You– you fucking jerk! You bastard!” You hit him. Not hard; you aren’t capable of it and you don’t really want to hurt hurt him, not really, but– “You asshole you scared the shit out of me!”

He sighs and runs his hand through his hair and, shit, he looks really good. Full-bodied and healthy, like he’s eating enough, and his hair is all soft, and is this some sort of weird halo effect from him saving you? Would you be eyeing Steve this much if he had shot the guy?

Ugh. That’s a gross thought.

“It was necessary.” Bucky is half carrying you because your body is in a state of ‘just don’t wanna’ that you feel you can’t be blamed for. “It’s good that you believed it, because he had to.”

It makes sense. It worked. Still. “You’re the fucking worst,” you mumble and lean into him, intending to rest your eyes for just a second. “Officially my least favorite trash panda. Even under that bastard that left a torn up garbage bag in the middle of the sidewalk.”

He chuckles. “I missed you too,” he says with a warmth that you’re convinced you’re imagining. Heroic rescue is a hell of a drug.

“No you didn’t.” Tears slip down your cheeks. “You weren’t ever going to come back. You would have stayed gone forever.”

He sighs. “It was better. Safer.”

After the past couple of days– actually, the past week plus, you have an itemized list on just how much bullshit that is. You can give a lecture on it, even without updating it to include right now. Luckily for him, exhaustion pulls you out of consciousness before you can start your presentation, but he is gonna fucking get it later.

Maybe you’ll make a PowerPoint.

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Just Friends - Part 2

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader x OMC, Charlie, Kevin

Summary: College Student AU. Sam and you meet at Stanford, he becomes the best friend you’ll ever have. New life, new people. What will happen through all these years?

Words: 2333

Warnings: language

A/N: I kinda suck at summaries haha. This is the second part of my first attempt at writing a series, so feel free to leave any constructive criticism.

Catch up

Just Friends - Part 2

It turned out that Sam and you had more things in common than you expected. Apart from both of you being from Kansas, both of you loved reading, both of you were huge Harry Potter fans.

“In what house are you in?” You asked.

“I don’t know actually, I always considered myself from Ravenclaw,” he answered.

“You never took a test on Pottermore?”

He shook his head.

“Ok, we’re doing it,” you said, “Move over,” you grabbed your laptop and went to sit next to him.

“Create an account,” you demanded, handing Sam your computer.

“Ok, done,” he said, “What now?”

“Go there… Sorting Hat… click here. It will give you some options you’ll have to choose and then it will tell you in which house you’re in.”

You waited for a couple of minutes for him to answer everything and then the page was finally calculating his result.

“You’re a Ravenclaw!” You exclaimed.

“Yeah, I knew it!”

“You realize that we’re college mates, and we would’ve been classmates at Hogwarts and from the same house?” You asked.

He nodded laughing, “Like we were destined to meet or something?”

“Yeah! We were meant to find each other,” You joke. “God, I sound like a little girl making friends at kindergarten,” you ran a hand down your face, pulling a laugh out of Sam.

You were scared that you wouldn't be able to be your true self in college, or at least for a while. It wasn't hard for you to make friends, but you were very shy and that was a difficulty. But with Sam, you felt you could be yourself, without worries.

On other of your classes, you’ve met a really sweet and funny girl called Charlie, who also shared your love for Harry Potter and science fiction stories. She was at Stanford to study Engineering. The last member of the group was Kevin, a med student who was with you and Sam on your Philosophy class, who is a really sweet and cool guy.

You met them at a lunch break you all had at the same time and decided to get something to eat at the dining hall on campus.

“So,” Kevin started, “how’s the first year of college treating you guys? Because it’s been a month and I'm one paper closer to a breakdown.”

You giggled, “So far, I’m doing well,” you shrugged.

“I'm fine, I guess, I'm not behind any reading or anything, so-" said Sam and Charlie interrupted him.

“We can smell the nerd out of you, Sam.”

“Look who's talking,” he raised his eyebrows at her.

“Hey, I was born this way, and I was not saying it’s a bad thing!” She defended.

“I wish I was a nerd,” you sighed, making everyone look at you with their eyebrows raised, “I procrastinate way too much!”

You ended up talking about trivial things, getting to know each other a little bit more for a little while, until it was time for you to leave to our next classes.

That afternoon Sam, Kevin and you handed your philosophy papers that afternoon, with the amazing amount of bullshit you wrote there, you were just hoping to get a decent grade.

A week later, you found out you've got a B on your philosophy paper. You were very happy. You were getting good grades in other papers, on your midterms too. And then, before you even realize it, October came, and so did Halloween.

“Hey, Y/N/N!” You heard someone calling.

You stopped and turned to see who was calling, to see Charlie running towards you.

“Hey!” You smiled at her, “What’s up?”

“I was talking to one of my physics classmates and he told me that people from his dorm building were planning a huge costume party for Halloween, he told me we should come,” she made a pause, “and I think you must go.”

“Why me?” You frowned, “I'm in for a party, but I don't get it.”

“The guy’s really cute,” she stated.

“I have a boyfriend, Charlie,” you shook your head.

“Thomas is a douchebag, you can consider Sebastian as a backup plan…”

“Assuming Sebastián is your classmate, why don’t you go for him if he is that handsome?” You asked.

“I kinda don’t like boys, remember? Although, I could totally forget about it for a moment for him...”

“Oh my God,” you snorted, “He is really cute then.”

“He is,” she smirked. “He’s really sweet too.”

You looked down to the floor.

“Look, I'm just saying, I'm not trying to jinx your relationship, you don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to,” she assured.

“I know,” You sighed, “We’re going to that party, though. I'll tell Sam about it.”

“Great! Is this Saturday at 10 pm,” she waved at me and ran towards the other side of campus.

It took a lot to convince Sam to go to the party. You didn’t promise any favors, but you still begged him to go with you to the party. He alleged he didn’t like Halloween, he was not wearing a costume, but he was going for you anyway.

The day of the party came faster than you expected, and you couldn’t get an awesome costume, but you found a pretty feminine gladiator attire to wear, it was like leather, and it came with a big sword, and you had a cute pair of sandals that could go with it.

You decided to curl your hair to give it a messy style, smoky eyes, and the final touch was a metallic head band. At 10.15 you heard a knock on your door.

“Hey, Charlie,” you smiled.

“Wow, Y/N/N, you look gorgeous!” She exclaimed.

“Thanks,” you smiled, “You too, but I don’t know what-”

“It’s a LARP costume, I forgot to get a costume for the party so I decided to go with the one I use for my meetings,” she shrugged.

“It’s pretty cool, very original,” you smiled, “You should take me to one of those LARP reunions some day…”

Both of you went to the party, you agreed to meet Sam and Kevin there. You texted Sam to ask him where he was. He replied instantly to tell you he was by the stairs. Charlie and you walked towards there, through the crowd of people until you spotted Sam’s head sticking out.

“Hey boys,” you cheered.

“Hey, girls you both look great!” Exclaimed Kevin

“Yeah, you do,” agreed Sam smiling at you.

“I see you decided to wear a costume,” you raised your eyebrows at him, looking at his outfit. “Indiana Jones?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, “I was afraid people would think I was a cowboy.”

“That was my second option,”  you laughed.

He was going to tell you something when you felt your phone vibrating. It was Thomas. You excused yourself and walked through the crowd to find some place quiet. The best option was a bathroom.

“Hi, sweetie,” you answered.

“Hi, princess,” he greeted, “What are you doing?”

“Um… I'm at a costume party right now…”

“With whom?”

“Charlie, Sam and Kevin, and other people from the dorm.”

“Why are you always with that dude Sam?”

“Well, because he’s my friend,” you couldn't help but use an annoyed tone of voice.

“And what are you there meeting boys or something? I'm sure that’s what that friend of your is doing, introducing you to other people.”

“You don't even know Charlie, why do you have to be such a dick?”

“You could’ve told me you were going to a party,” he complained.

“What, you’re my mom now?”

“No, but I'm your boyfriend and I should know that kind of things, you shouldn't be going to parties and stuff.”

“Dude, you go to parties every single weekend, and I never find out about it, not from you at least,” you let out a heavy sigh, “I don't feel like fighting, I really wanna have a good time with my friends.”

“Fine, go have fun with your stupid friends,” he barked, “go kiss some boys.”

“Ok, that’s it. I'm tired of listening to you rambling incoherent things, tired of listening to you talking shit about my friends or whatever,” you nearly yelled on the phone, “I don't think I can't stand this anymore.”

“Good,” he blurted and hung up.

You looked at your phone as if the device had offended you. You shook your head and decided to not let this affect you.

As soon as you got out of the bathroom you went straight to a guy who was mixing drinks.

“What are you making?” You asked the guy.

“What?” he yelled.

“What are you making?” You yelled back.

“Uh, vodka and orange juice,” he answered.

“Give me one!”

“There you go,” he handed you a red plastic cup.

You took it, smiled at him and raised it as a toast, then gulped half of it, then sneered.

“Ugh, too strong, dude!”

The guy laughed.

“Maybe you’re just weak,” he smirked.

“And you probably haven’t tried them,” you mumbled pouring more juice in your cup.

“I’m Sebastian,” he introduced himself.

“Y/N. Do you know Charlie by any casualty?”

“Charlie Bradbury?” he asked and you nodded, “Yeah, she’s in my physics class, cool chick.”

Sebastian and you talked for a while, he was pretty funny, he seemed like a nice guy, and he was really cute like Charlie told you. You danced, you laughed and you also drank. After a while, you started to laugh about every stupid thing and you started to get wordy, hoping you wouldn’t slip things you don’t want to say. Everything around you was fuzzy, and out of the blurry situation, you saw the tall head of Sam Winchester walking past you.

“Y/N/N, we’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

“I’m sorry, Sammy,” you slurred, “I met Sebastian, Charlie’s mate and we were just talking.”

“Are you drunk?” he asked, leaning to get closer to me.

“No, I’m not drunk,” you made a weird face, “You’re drunk.”

“Nice comeback,” he laughed. “Let’s get you some water.”

He took my hand in his, and it felt nice, you felt protected, by a giant Sasquatch.

“You should’ve dressed as a Sasquatch, Big Foot,” you giggled, making Sam turn around and smiled at you.

Both of you were in a kitchen and he made you sit on the counter, then he handed you a glass of water.

“How you feeling?” he asked, concern displaying on his face.

You shrugged, “Dunno, you look blurry,” you squinted your eyes.

He laughed, showing his dimples.

“You have cute dimples, I don’t have dimples,” You touched your face.

“Okay, let’s take you to bed.”

You hopped down off the counter and tripped, almost falling, bursting into laughs. You made it safe and sound to your room, you only had a little trouble opening your room, making Sam take your keys from your hands and opening the room for you.

“I broke up with Thomas,” you blurted out sitting on your bed.

Sam sat next to you.

“Or he broke up with me, I’m not so sure now.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Uh, he’s too jealous. Every time I want to go out he gets really annoying, he said bad things about Charlie, he’s jealous of you,” you scratched your scalp, “I’m getting tired of that.”

“Maybe he’s just affected by the distance,” Sam said.

“I have a hard time being far from him too, but I don’t get annoyed every time he goes out with his friends! I find out through pictures I see on Instagram or Facebook, or through a friend who saw him at the party, I don’t get a say in the matter because I’m the one being annoying and complaining about anything.”

“You are not doing anything wrong, you don’t deserve to be bossed around by any guy,” He ran a hand through your back.

“I know, but everything’s so hard,” you covered your face with your hands, “I love the guy, and he makes everything so hard.”

“Hey,” he hugged me, “Don’t get sad, Y/N/N, he’ll realize the mistake he’s making.”

“Thanks,” you whispered hugging him.

“Now, go to sleep, I’ll check on you tomorrow.”

“Kay, good night, Sammy,” you smiled at him, laying on your bed.

“Good night,” he smiled back, leaving your room.

The following morning you woke up with your mouth feeling dry as sand, your head pounded with pain, and you felt your body as if a giant truck passed over you. You heard an intense knocking on your door, making you groan. You got up and opened the door.

“Are you trying to knock my door down or something?” you asked, getting back to bed, covering your head with your blanket.

“Good morning to you too,” Sam cheered.

“What good do they have?” you mumbled, pulling a chuckle from Sam.

“I brought you some Tylenol and a huge bottle of Gatorade to rehydrate for brain cells.”

You uncovering your face, taking a pick of the items on his hands.

“You’re my savior,” you sat on the bed, gulping down the pills and the Gatorade. “Thank you, Sammy.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiled. “And why do you always call me Sammy? Only my brother calls me like that.”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “It suits you, you’re a cutie-pie, and Sammy is the nickname of a cutie-pie.”

“Sammy is a twelve-year-old chubby kid. I’m Sam.”

“Okay, Sammy,” you smirked at him, making him groan.

Part 3

Feedback is very welcome!

[hunter-of-sorts]

Nice Dream

Request- Would it possibly be okay if you did a Charlie Bradbury story? like the reader and Charlie go to a LARP game for like maybe a convention or something and charlie shows the reader the ropes bc the reader has never been and they end up finding a case or something?

A/N- Um... It’s slightly different than requested, because things happened and ideas were formed, and I’m sorry about that but I hope you liked this anyway. It’s my first Charlie imagine so I’m sure it won’t be as good. I hope to do more stories of her since she more than deserves it! Tell me what you think! x)

Charlie x Reader

Word Count- 1766

“I can’t believe I let you rope me into this,” you say whilst trying not to smile.

 Charlie chuckled and elbowed you jokingly, “Roped you in? Me? Look at you. You’re having way too much fun right now.”

 “Charlie gave me this costume!” you said, almost as if protesting, but the truth of the matter was that you loved it. “Where did you even get this? It’s super detailed!”

 Though you said costume, it seemed much more than that. It could be taken for real armor. It was for a game you and Charlie played often called ‘Gears of War’.

 “A buddy of mine made it for me. I gave him your measurements and then sent this over,” she responded.

 “Oh okay,” you responded, but then you thought about it again, “Wait! My measurements? HOW?” you questioned.

 Charlie smiled, “Oh you know,” she said with a wink. “We’ve been together for a few months already. I was bound to find out sooner or later,” she said.

 “That makes no sense? Who in their right mind knows the measurement of their girlfriend in just a few months if ever,” you protested.

 She laughed, “I was kidding dude. My friend has my measurements and I sent him a picture of the two of us and he guesstimated.”

 “Oh...” you chuckled awkwardly. Luckily, you saw someone dressed as Batman so that distracted you. “Oh my god!” you said, trying not to shout. “That’s!”

 “Yup! See I knew you’d love this whole convention stuff,” Charlie said. “You want a picture with them?” she added, whilst taking out her camera.

 Your eyes widened, “I- I can do that?” you question. It probably looked funny to other people, especially in your armor, for you to be so flustered and excited.

 She laughed, “Yeah you can!” she started walking ahead of you and spoke with the man dressed as batman. She then waved you over.

 You tried not to look too enthusiastic as you walked over.

 “Nice armor,” he said.

 You smiled, “Thanks.”

 You stood next to him as Charlie pointed the camera at the both of you. “Say Jiminy Cricket Batman,” she teased, but you both said it anyways.

 “Thanks batman,” you say.

 “No problem,” he says as he walks away.

 You looked at Charlie, “And you said Hunter’s couldn’t possibly have fun at a con.”

 “What? Me? I’m pretty sure you’re the one who said it missy,” She retorted.

 “No- No I’m pretty sure it was me,” you said with a smug expression.

 “You wanted to go on a hunt today,” she said.

 You stopped walking, “Hunt?” you question. “What’re you talking about?” you inquired, not knowing what she was talking about.

 “What?” she responded?

 You chuckled, “You’re messing with me again Charlie?”

 “I would never,” she checked her watch and gasped dramatically, “It’s almost time!!!” she shouted.

 “Time for what?” you asked.

 “What do you mean for what? You promised you’d LARP!” she told you as she grabbed your hand and rushed through the crowds.

 “What? Really? I did?”

 “You’re really out of it huh?” she asked.

Before you could answer, you saw a bald man with blue markings, and for some reason you had the inkling to chase after them.

 “I’ll meet you there babe... I just... I have to check on something,” you say as you pull away from her.

 “Y/N no!” she shouted forcefully, but then she smiles as if that hadn’t happened, “Let’s just go or we’ll miss it.”

 “Charlie... I just... I really need to check this thing... I’ll catch up I promise,” you answer softly. You bring the hand she was still using to hold yours, kissed it, and let it go. You turned and chased after the familiar man. “That was weird,” you whispered under your breath. ‘That... That wasn’t the Charlie I know,’ you thought. Then you spotted the man, “Hey!” you shouted but he didn’t turn. It was hard to run through the crowd as they walked along. “Hey!” you shouted again, “Guy with the blue marks!” you added.

 He stopped for a moment and turned around. He was just a normal guy, and when you finally caught up to him, you didn’t know what to tell him. “What’s up?” he said.

 “Um... My girlfriend and I were kinda betting on what you were dressed as... can you uh clear that up for us,” you say, hoping he buys it.

 He nodded, “Oh... I’m dress as a Djinn, from these books called Supernatural.”

 “Supernatural... Why- What do they do?” you ask.

 He smiled, happy at your curiosity, “They pretty much put their victims to sleep and let them dream of the life they want so they could feed on them meanwhile. The only way to wake up from their poison is-”

 “To kill yourself...” you finish.

 He seemed surprised, “Yeah that’s it.”

 You smiled, “Thanks.”

 “No problem.”

 You face palm yourself, “To think my fantasy would be with Charlie.” Despite your situation you were still embarrassed. “Why couldn’t I have a break for once? This con was supposed to be... Wait!” you stopped in your track, “Is Charlie stuck with me too? Crap.”

 The more you ran to find something that’ll wake you, the more people crowded around you. You pushed through with all your might, but it continued to slow you down.

 At some point you made it to a small lunch area. You quickly headed for the kitchen. You looked for a knife and grabbed the closest one, pointing it at yourself.

  You gasp when you awoke from your dream. Tired as you were, you managed to clear your head, ‘Charlie isn’t with me,’ you said in your head. You remembered that she had invited you to a convention but you refused. You didn’t want to put her in any danger. Though you never really thought about why. Now you knew, it was because she meant so much to you.

 Now you had to, not only leave this place, but kill the jinn that you were hunting. Your hands were tied over your head and you didn’t have anything to help you cut it with.

 Luckily the jinn didn’t seem to be around at the moment. Your body still felt a little heavy so you waited. Even if the jinn did come, you had your boots on like you usually did. These boots were given to you by Charlie and here being the geek that she was, tried making boots she saw in a movie, with help of some friends of hers of course. The boots, if clicked together like in the Wizard of Oz, a blade would stick out of your dominant foot’s boot. If and when the djinn comes you could use the blade to stab him in his head, then take your time escaping.

 Just as you thought this, you heard someone coming so you closed your eyes and pretended to sleep. When he was close enough, you swung your leg, embedding it on the side of his head. You did so another time for good measure. When he flopped on the floor and didn’t move for a good ten minutes, you sighed. You then readied yourself. You pulled yourself up with the chains around your wrists and wrapped your legs around them, and untangled the chains or tried to. There was a lock on them, so you lowered your head toward your hands and removed one of the bobby pins you had on. With that you picked the lock and unlocked it. You then slowly lowered yourself onto the ground and left like nothing happened.

 Of course, you walked slowly, trying not to fall over, but you made it to your car. You drove over to Charlie’s house, because at one point she had given you a key so you could crash at her place whenever you wanted. Though, since it wasn’t actually your home, you never went in without her being already inside, but today was different.

 You unlocked the door, as you have several times, and flopped onto her couch. You fell asleep again as you waited for her to come back. You knew it would take a while because she went to a convention and would stay there until they kicked everyone out.

 Several hours later~

 “Y/N?!” you heard her shout, waking you up.

 You slowly opened your eyes and smiled when you saw her, but that joy was shortly lived since your body hurt all over. “H-ey,” you said as you sat up, though your voice came out dry.

 “Hey? Dude you’re bleeding!” you exclaimed.

 You looked at your arm, which you had bandaged, and blood was seeping through. “Crap. Bring me your sewing kit yeah... and maybe your first aid kit too.”

 She didn’t say anything and just rushed to do so. “Why didn’t you call me?”

 “Didn’t wanna ruin your fun,” you said softly.

 “You’re an idiot,” she responded.

 “That’s not something you say to someone that’s bleeding on your couch,” you say, trying to chuckle, only for it to hurt.

 “What did this to you?”

 “Something dead,” you responded.

 “Y/N...”

 You sighed, as you began sewing the cut closed. “A Jinn.”

 “Those are the guys with the blue marks?”

 You nodded, “Yup.”

 “Did it get you?” she questioned.

 “Yup. Had a nice dream,” you answered.

 “Only you would say that even though you could’ve died.”

 “It’s my job,” you responded. ‘Only you would get angry at me,’ you thought. You were pretty happy being with the real Charlie even though you weren’t together.

 “Dying isn’t your job-” she starts.

 “Yeah I know. Living is,” you finished.

 “That’s right.” She plopped down next to you and helped you clean the blood off. “So what did you dream about?”

 “Me and you went to that con,” you chuckled.

 “What? Really?” she said, trying not to smile.

 “Really...” you answered.

 “Of all things why that?” she asked.

 “Hm? I dunno. It might be cause I like you Bradbury, but who can really know?” you said.

 She chuckled, “Yeah.” There was a pause where none of you said anything. “Wait! What?”

 “What?” you repeated.

 “No- no- no- you can’t do that what? You like me? What? I didn’t even know you were into girls? Since when? What?” she rambled.

 “Doesn’t matter since when. You could do what you want with that information. I think I’m happy either way.”

 “Y/N you big sap!” she said and hugged you.

 “Ow,” you said, though you chuckled.

 “Oh sorry!” she shouted.

 You smiled and looked at her, her eyes met with yours, and you both smiled.

Hope you liked it! x)