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winchesterszvonecek · 1 year ago

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Librarian - [ Sam Winchester ]

Summary: You and Sam finally introduce yourselves to one another after he’s been frequenting your library for weeks

Word Count: 1392

Warnings: reader insert - [ was written with a female reader in mind but there is no mention of pronouns/description so it can really be read by any reader ], fluff

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You always loved working in the library. You loved the peaceful atmosphere, the smell of new books mixed with that of the old ones. You loved seeing which books people checked out and getting to hear their thoughts about those they’d returned. You loved recommending your own favourites to people and you always got so excited when they returned them with a smile on their face as that usually meant they enjoyed it, something you couldn’t help but puff up with pride over.

But most of all you enjoyed it because you got to see him. That tall, handsome, broad shouldered, brunette guy who’d often come in and sit alone in the corner, flicking through rather old and fragile looking books. You never could quite see just what he was reading but you knew it had to be interesting as he barely ever looked up from the browning pages beneath him.

You didn’t know his name. You’d never spoken to him, never so much as even seen him look back at you, but there was just something about him that you couldn’t quite shake. You knew it from the first day you saw him, and from the next day when you arrived at work dressed a little nicer than you usually did as you secretly wanted to impress him. Wanted him to notice you. But like every other day, this mysterious man never so much as uttered a word. He just sat in his usual spot, flicking away through enough books to start his own library.

It was the same almost every day, until today.

You’d been waiting for him to show up, your chin resting on your hand as you anxiously tapped your nails against the desk. He always arrived at the same time everyday but today he was a little later, something that intrigued you as he struck you as the type of guy with a routine. You were almost about to give up, to go back to sorting the newest additions to your tiny library when the door opened, the bell above it jingling softly as it did.

You didn’t know whether the shiver you felt was from the draught of the mid-autumn air that seeped in or whether it was from the sight of him walking in, but whatever it was, you didn’t care. He was here, only this time… He wasn’t alone.

“Why am I here, Sam?” His friend asked, peeved, as he gestured around him. After all this time you’d seen him, you’d never once heard his name. Sam. He looked like a Sam.

“Because, Dean…” Sam replied gruffly, grabbing Dean by the arm and dragging him towards his usual table that was tucked away in the corner. You couldn’t help the feeling you got over his voice. His deep, smooth voice that you could listen to for hours if he’d let you. “I’m sick of doing research by myself.”

“What are you talking about? You love research.” Dean protested, shaking his arm from Sam’s hold as you raised your eyebrow at his words. Research? You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of research he could be doing, especially when you’d taken a little peek at the books he’d returned yesterday and noticed they were all related to the supernatural.

You straightened, subtly fixing your hair as you began to busy yourself, stealing looks towards the two men in the corner of the room. The men you couldn’t help but think were brothers now, given the way they kept bickering towards one another, something that you couldn’t help but chuckle quietly over as you scanned new books into the system.

You were so deep into your own thoughts, one’s that may or may not have involved Sam, that you hadn’t even heard him approach the desk, not until you turned around and spotted him, his sudden presence making you jump in your skin.

“Sorry. I, uh, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Sam chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head as you lowered your hand from your chest, where it had landed after he’d almost scared you half to death.

“No, no. It’s… It’s okay.” You breathed out, setting aside the book in your other hand as you gathered yourself. You couldn’t help but blush a little, the tips of your ears redder than the shirt that covered Sam’s chest. “Can I- Can I help you with something?” You asked, praying you didn’t seem as nervous as you felt.

“Yeah, actually…” He began, clearing his throat as his eyes shifted around him before they landed back on yours, sending a flutter throughout your stomach. “I was wondering, and this is gonna sound a little… out there, I guess, but uh, do you have any books on necromancy?”

“Necromancy?” You repeated, his request making you forget the nervousness you felt around him as you eyebrow raised, before it fell into a furrow as you couldn’t help but feel a sense of deja-vu. You moved closer, leaning your palms on the table before you asked. “You wouldn’t happen to know Bobby Singer would you?”

“Uh, how did you, uh, how did you know?” Sam asked, feeling as flustered as you might have felt had he not asked you for such a request.

“He used to come in here a lot, asking for all sorts of books on the supernatural world… Not to mention the half dozen different bible versions he would ask me for.” You said with a chuckle, hearing the rather nervous one leave Sam’s lips as nothing more than a breath. “Anyway, I uh, I should have what you’re looking for, somewhere that is… Follow me.”

You cocked your head in the general direction of the supernatural section, one that had grown exponentially after youl first met Bobby, as he always seemed to tell you that you needed to upgrade your collection, something you were glad for otherwise you’d have had to disappoint Sam.

The two of you walked in silence towards the back of the library, where you soon began scanning the shelf before your eyes landed on a specific old leather-bound book that sat amongst the other, you guessed it, old books. You pulled it out, being mindful of its weight and delicacy before you blew off a thin layer of dust and held it out towards Sam.

“Sorry about the dust… This section doesn’t see many guests other than you and well, Bobby… Although I haven’t seen him in a while.” You said with a touch of curiosity.

“Yeah, he uh, he usually just sends me now.” Sam chuckled, taking the book from you with a smile. “Says it saves him the trip.”

“I see.” You nodded, your smile wide enough to send a flutter through Sam’s chest. You folded your arms, glancing down at the ground before back up at him, your face heating terribly under his soft gaze. “Well, I’ll leave you to it but just let me know if there’s anything else you need… You know, books on witchcraft or whatever other weird and wonderful things you guys seem to like.”

Your words made Sam laugh softly, something that had your stomach tie itself together, in a good way obviously, but you just prayed it wasn’t showing on your face.

“Thanks, uh…” Sam began, his brows knitting together a little, forming a line between them. “You know, I’ve been coming here for a while now and I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh.” You seemed a little surprised that he seemed interested in learning your name, as like he said, he’d been coming here for a while now and had never asked. But when you heard him repeat your name, in a way you very much liked as it rolled off his tongue so velvety smooth that it sent a chill up your spine, you couldn’t help but wish you’d gathered up the courage to talk to him sooner.

“That’s a pretty name.” He said with what almost seemed like a flirtatious tone, one that would have had you on the floor had it been any stronger. He smiled once more before he turned on the spot and began to walk away, which made your stomach drop out of disappointment until he stopped and glanced back over his shoulder towards you. “My name’s Sam by the way… Sam Winchester.”

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miss-madness67 · 1 year ago

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Advent Calendar 2022: Day 5 (Dean)

Christmases with the love of your life, Dean Winchester.

25 days of Christmas and fluff.

Day 4

“You know I can pop in the second you tell me to, right?”

Going to college had never been your first choice. Independent of what other people might think, you like life as a hunter. Sure, it wrecked your family, driving your father to suicide and your mother to alcoholism, but you didn’t exactly blame hunting, more like the lack of balance they didn’t have. Thus, you decided that college was a good opportunity, especially since you had a full ride. What you didn’t count, however, was the loneliness you would feel on your first holidays away from your surrogate father, Bobby.

“I’m fine Bobby, you’re not about to drive across 4 states, and you know flights ain’t cheap.”

Bobby’s grumpy voice is sure nice to hear, “you idijt, driving isn’t a problem.”

“I told you, it’s fine, got lotta things to do here anyway.” Lies, of course, but you really don’t want him to leave the boys alone after John dumped them again this Christmas. “How are Dean and Sammy?”

The man grumbles something unintelligible that sounds like ‘breaking my balls’. “Here, Dean has been nagging to speak with you.”

There are some other noises on the other side of the line, and the next voice that greets you brings a smile to your face. “Hey, sugar.”

Day 6

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anamelessfool · 1 year ago

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Violence & Gentleness Chapter 13: Gates of Waste

Chapter 13 AO3 Link 18+ MDNI (Whole Fic Link Here)

Young Primo x OC Papessa, Primo &"Emeritus" Family Tags: 1970s, Satanic Panic, Dark Magic, Bodyguard/Musician Romance, Noir Mystery, Assassins, NonVerbal Ghouls, Nameless Ghouls OC, Secondo and Primo cosplay the Winchester Brothers, Mr. NamelessFool wrestled me to make this chapter possible, the most horrifying part of this chapter is all the damn microfiche

Primo and Secondo's search deepens after leaving Copia's sigil-ridden possible birthplace. Secondo recieves an education he'd rather forget.

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rocksaltandmountainash · 1 year ago

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Waking up in Beacon Hills - pt. 23

* Author: Ellie @rocksaltandmountainash

* Summary: Derek cares for Kara while she recovers from her injuries and everyone prepares to fight the Nogitsune. Set during Teen Wolf season 3, episode 23.

* Previous parts: can be found here.

* Warnings: descriptions of injuries. Chris Argent is a heart breaker.

* Gifs: not mine, credit to the owners/creators linked here:

One | Two | Three

* Word count: 2.4k

Derek drives you home in silence, politely tries to ignores the sadness emanating from you. He’s gentle when he helps you down the entrance to his loft. Patient as you have to turn and step awkwardly, try not to bend your knee too much. Leads you to his bed on the main floor so you don’t have to negotiate the staircase.

Feeling grateful, you apologize for the intrusion and then settle on the mattress. He’s pulled an end table closer, set it up with tissues, a water bottle, and a phone charger. The thought and effort bring a smile to your face.

When you sit, the tiniest movements cause searing jolts of pain to shoot through your thigh, making you gasp. Derek kneels in front of you.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yup. But I got these…” you pull the brown package of medications out of your bag and read the labels “Advil, Amoxicillin, and oh…Tramadol…nice.”

“You shouldn’t take those on an empty stomach.”

Derek heads to the kitchen, bustles around, trying to be as quiet as possible. He returns and bashfully hands you a sandwich.

“Hope it’s okay? Ham and cheese?”

It shouldn’t make you tear up, but it does. The kindness. The shy way he’s looking after you, the napkin folded neatly on the side of the plate. Because as much as you can’t admit it, you really need someone to be nice to you right now, to care.

Everything hurts, your wrist is itchy inside the brace, your neck is throbbing and you can detect a headache settling into the base of your skull. There’s a ringing in your ears and your leg is switching between thrumming with pain or tingling numbness. The lunch that Derek has made for you is your favorite, but with stomach tied in knots, you're uncertain if you can even take a bite.

And then there's your heart, which you're pretty sure is broken.

Fuck.

You choke back a sob that threatens to break through. Derek moves closer, ready to siphon off some of your sorrow.

“Can I ask you something?”

Derek agrees instantly but regrets it, anxious you’ll ask for relationship advice.

“Do you feel it?”

He doesn’t respond, unclear what you’re asking.

“I know you can sense when people are in pain. But do you feel it…all of it?”

His eyes go wide. No one had ever asked him that. No one ever cared if he said yes.

“Sometimes.”

“Huh…And when you do the thing?” you gesture hands being held together, and Derek nods, realizing you’re talking about when werewolves take people’s pain.

“That sounds awful.”

Derek turns away from your sympathetic stare, he hadn't thought about it in a long time. It has become expected, conditioned in him to help. Seizing the moment, you cram the corner of the sandwich into your mouth. You shove the water toward Derek to hold, understanding his need for busy hands, while you pop the tops off the pill bottles.

“I don’t want you to do that for me.”

Taking back the water, you tip your head and swallow the tablets. Derek’s troubled by the thought he’s overstepped the bounds of your growing friendship. He wasn’t skilled at this; closeness, friendship, always his way to be too much or not enough.

“Let modern medicine solve this one, Derek.”

Smiling softly, you remind him, “Not everything’s on you.”

You hope he takes your point. Recently, guilt has raced across his face, and you’d caught the unreadable glances between him and Chris when he picked you up. Something happened, you don’t know what, but you know it’s not his fault. You guessed the Nogitsune had its hooks in him. In a perverse way, the fact dulled the anguish you felt. Helped to melt the icy touch of failure burrowing its way into you.

Derek lets out a brief sigh, uncomfortable with your caring, and promptly shifts the focus of the conversation back to you.

“You should rest.”

You hum in agreement. Derek busying himself with moving things off the bed while you unlace your boots, dizzy when you’re done, the warmth of the pain pill flooding over you. You let him tuck you in, mumble a “Thanks.” as you roll over. Asleep before you can even think to ask what your friends are doing, where they are in the search for Lydia.

The urgent pings of your phone wakes you, and you grope around the bedside table to bring it to your face. With one eye still closed, you read messages from Stiles, long paragraphs filled with apologies that make you bolt straight up in the bed. You dial his number, need him to hear you, can’t waste time on texts that risk being misunderstood.

“Hi.”

It comes out sad, and it makes your heart stutter.

“Stiles. Don’t be a dick. It wasn’t you.”

He’s silent while he processes, his heavy burden only slightly lifted at your familiar, no bullshit tone. But still hesitant, with a lingering doubt that you had forgiven him. He can’t fathom that to you, there was no cause for forgiveness.

“Stiles?”

“I’m here.”

“How are you?”

“I’m alright.”

Only half awake, you’re blunt; “Are you lying?”

“Maybe,” he confesses, knows there’s no point in trying to hide the truth from you.

“Put me on Facetime.”

You wait as he presses the button, his face coming into view.

“Right. Listen to me. It’s going to be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“But you don’-”

You cut him off, anticipating what he’ll say; that you can’t possibly know that. He’s right, there aren’t guarantees. Still, you’re adamant as you remind him about the Darach, how your healed wounds had reopened without reason, weeks after it attacked you. That they’d returned to scars once Jennifer had been dealt with.

“Weird shit happens with these things Stiles. They get in your head and fuck with you, but I swear, you’ll be better soon.”

His mouth tugs into a faint smile. The knowledge he still has you, that you harbour no hatred toward him, alleviates his fears.

“When he’s dead?”

“Yeah, kid. When we kill it.”

Stretching in Derek’s bed, you consider what strength it’s going to take to get up. Hopeful that Derek won't mind the fallen crumbs, you munch on the rest of your sandwich.

Outside, the last of the daylight is fading away, bathing the loft in a washed out yellow glow. It’s time. If the others haven’t found Lydia yet, the Oni will lead you to her and the Nogitsune.

You need to get ready, had meant it when you told the Nogitsune you’d kill him. Your determination to fulfill that promise had only grown after the sharp bite of the blade piercing your flesh, narrowly missing your bone.

You take a few more Advil, gulping down water before taking a few tentative steps. It aches, but you’re not as dazed or unbalanced, and the buzzing in your head has dissipated enough for you to concentrate on the job ahead.

You rummage through the bag Allison had brought to you in the hospital - fresh clothes, your wallet, a set of knuckle dusters, plus a box of ammunition. Bless her. You wonder if Derek has weapons, your Desert Eagle and a few knives don’t seem enough. What you wouldn’t give to be holding the Winchesters’ demon killing blade right now.

Abruptly, the loft door slides open, Derek rushing in and depositing someone on the couch. You hadn’t even noticed his absence, though you can’t blame him for not sticking around to watch you passed out.

“Ugh,” you can’t conceal your hostility when you see who’s he’s dragged in with him. “What happened?”

“Not sure. Someone tried to kill them.”

"Should’ve left them," you mutter unkindly, distracted as Argent enters the room, hauling the other twin, “They killed Boyd.”

Chris tilts his head in greeting, but avoids your gaze, wiping black stained hands on his trousers, as Derek pulls him away.

“Like you’ve never killed anyone.” Aiden, or Ethan, - you don’t particularly care which - spits your way, making you realize you had spoken aloud.

"Happy to add two more to the list," you say dismissively, your attention shifting to Derek and Argent's animated conversation.

“I found these.”

Derek produces spent shotgun shells from his pocket as you join them, clarifies for your benefit, “They’re filled with wolfsbane.”

“Oh.”

Possibly it’s the grogginess of your concussion, but you’re oblivious to why he’s surprised. If hunters were after the twins, it makes sense for them to be armed and know tricks of the trade. It was an added complication that you absolutely didn’t need right now, but surely not a reason for Derek to panic.

Hearing your phone ring, you shuffle toward the bed, one ear still trained on their discussion.

“This wasn’t Araya, was it?” Chris asks.

“I don’t think so - they don’t look like hers.”

You’re too slow, and your phone rings off before you make it over to the nightstand. Frustrated with your limitations, you round up your gear - gun, knife, ammo, get stuffed into your bag, phone clutched in your hand. Glancing over to where Chris is studying the shell further, something in how he spins it round and round, eyes narrowing as he examines it, piques your interest.

“It’s not possible…”

Shit. He’s definitely disturbed. But if it’s not the Nogitsune, or finding Lydia safe, it’s not your priority.

“It was Allison,” you tell Argent, waving the phone as you return to him and Derek, “Should I call her back?”

There’s no chance for him to reply before his phone starts, and he smiles at the picture instinctively.

“Allison.”

You only hear Chris’s side of the exchange, his hurried demands for her to wait for him. She won’t. Says there isn’t time and hangs up, leaving Chris shaken.

“Go,” Derek urges, “I’ll keep an eye on them.”

Chris nods, strides to the door.

“Wait! I’m coming.”

You trail behind him, in a lagging pace, desperate not to slow him down. He spins and starts to object.

“Please.”

A single plea - the rest are wordless. Please, let me help. Don’t shut me out. Please, let me be useful. Let’s go get your girl, let’s find Lydia. Let me fix my mistake. Please, let me kill him.

He says nothing, just steps back to allow you to pass. Almost lays a helping hand on the small of your back before remembering.

Chris starts the car, tone clipped as he asks “Can you check the map?”

“Course.”

You navigate out of downtown and direct him towards the rural road that leads to the Oak Creek camp. Then you stop talking and start chewing on your nail, calculating how much time you have, if he can beat the Oni there.

“Sore?” Chris asks, drawing you from your thoughts.

“Drugged.” you smile over. It’s so automatic to tease him, makes you swallow hard with regret.

With determination, he keeps his gaze fixed on the road ahead, his jaw clenched tightly as he fights back the urge to pull over and beg for forgiveness.

He presses, acquainted with the way you deflect concern; “Honestly... Are you okay?”

"I'm good," you promise, the confidence in your voice genuine. The combination of sleep and medication has worked wonders, reducing the pain in your leg to a level you can cope with, manage as an inconvenience. Still nauseous and a barely audible, far off drone echoes in your ears, but that’s a concussion for you.

Your reassurance calms him, and you spot his grip relaxing around the steering wheel. Feel glad you’ve not become a hinderance. The satisfaction brought by reading his moods so effortlessly is bittersweet. You want to detach from your feelings for him, spare yourself the agony.

You sneak a glance, guessing at his thoughts. Suspect he must despise you for what you said and how you hurt him, right? Unaware of his struggle and his talent for compartmentalising, you wonder how he’s so okay. Think you may have distorted the entire thing between you. “Relationship” seems like a stretch. And if you weren’t together, then ending it wasn’t exactly a break up.

Oh.

It dawns on you the situation might be worse than you thought. That just like with Sam, you had misjudged and made the same mistake. You thought you had discovered a kindred spirit, but it turned out that the bond you imagined was one-sided. That’s why Chris is being so unnervingly civil with you. He pities you. You’ve never felt so pathetic.

Sighing, you shake your head, deciding to prepare yourself to fight the Oni instead. Focus on something you can unravel, something you’re good at.

You begin with breathing exercises you’d learnt long ago, a habit to centre yourself. Rotate your wrist in the brace, testing your range of motion, before removing it altogether. The sprain isn’t serious, and you’d prefer not to signal your weakness to an opponent. You think of ways to compensate for your shaky leg.

Thankfully, you’re a southpaw, so your default of having your right foot forward would serve you well. You’ll have to dampen your instinct to move constantly.

You’d usually lead with your right - jabs and hooks - work them around the ring and follow up with left crosses - your strongest swing. But with your leg mangled, movement and shifting your stance could tire you out prematurely.

As you visualise, a tremor of excitement passes through you, muscles twitching in anticipation.

You’ll adjust, be more defensive, plant yourself and take the hits. It’s vital to make your punches count and inflict the most damage you can. The Oni’s masks were unyielding, rendering headshots pointless so you’ll wear the brass knuckles and go straight to the body. Powerful crosses, you might throw in a couple of bolos where you can, they always hurt. A few kidney punches for good measure.

It's akin to dancing, makes you sway in your seat as you envision the fight. Bob and weave to dodge the Oni. A few pulls to get them off kilter, counter and keep your head up. Pushing and driving to the part you love the most. Wild brawling. Training and skill going by the wayside, moves unsanctioned. Brutal. Glorious.

* * * * *

You were too late.

Allison.

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moccahobi · 1 year ago

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A FAE’S BREW TO TAKE YOU AWAY [CHAPTER 23]

Summery: Photography: Taehyung loves it. Specifically he loves film photography. He even spent an entire day hiking and taking photos in a meadow (there was a woman there at first but she left soon after). For Y/n though, Taehyung’s trip to the meadow was the start of something bad. Something real bad.

Pairings: Taehyung (BTS) x Reader, Yoongi (BTS) x Hoseok (BTS)

Rating: Teens and up

Chapter warnings: injury, character death

Series warnings (I update as I figure more stuff out): horror, injury, threats, character death, major angst, emotional distress, alcohol, verbal fight, anxiety

Word Count: 1.7k words

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Fae AU!, College AU!

Tag list: @youarejesting, @i-am-moonchild, @oddinary4bts

Chapter 22 >> Masterlist << Chapter 23

Taehyung watched nervously as Jungkook climbed back up the hill and just passed his line of vision. Even though he couldn’t see Jungkook well, he could hear fragments of a conversation starting to happen, voices loud and angry.

chirp

He jumped at the sound of some strange animal, already too on edge from all that has been happening. Today was such a mess. Y/n moved in his pocket at the strange sounds and when he looked down, he saw her clinging closer to him than before. She must be tired and spooked as well.

“Don’t worry. I will keep you safe and protect you from all that’s happening. How about I find you a place in the woods to hide while all this goes down. No one will see you.” He whispered, hoping that she could hear his sincerity.

chirp

The strange animal sounds grew louder as he neared the forest line. Normally, Taehyung might’ve been curious, but today with all that was happening and the pelting down rain, they struck fear in him. Looking around, he was met with an army of frogs… or toads? One of them and it didn’t matter which. They were so vibrant that they stuck out like a sore thumb and Taehyung found him involuntarily leaning closer to try to get a closer look.

He stopped when he felt frantic movement in his pocket and looked down to see Y/n shaking with fear and trying anything to hide from the frogs. Looking them over again, he wondered if they could eat her.

It was that moment of hesitance, of pondering an intrusive thought, that led to even more chaos breaking loose. In her frantic movement, she somehow managed to only rise in Taehyung’s pocket before eventually falling out, a piercing ringing (similar to tinnitus) leaving her small body all through the fall. As if the frogs were waiting for this, they lunged and she ran farther away, leaving Taehyung scrambling after her and the frogs, mud clinging to him while doing so. Yet, despite their size, they were so much faster than Taehyung and he was forced to watch as they got dangerously close to the swelling river. Y/n’s body shook with each harsh gust of wind, Taehyung wincing each time. A particularly harsh gust of wind in combination with a big curtain of rain and she was gone, the river now much larger.

Taehyung’s body froze as his mind raced to try to figure out what had happened. The frogs. The river.

Had they eaten her?

Did the river sweep her away?

Was she still alive?

At some point in his frozeness, the frogs returned and were jumping on him, their slimy bodies rubbing against Taehyung. Their tongues lolled out and were lapping at his pants as well.

Were they trying to attack him?

An angry chuckle left him at that. They’d possibly just eaten Y/n and now they were trying to eat him!?

He shook one off, cringing as they bounced against the ground and started hopping towards him again.

The toads start trying to attack Taehyung with their tongues but that doesn't do much… it itches a little but doesn’t do much. If it wasn’t for the horror of this situation, he just might’ve laughed at a frog licking him and thinking it’ll hurt him. Not as he starts hearing some loud pitched squeal. Not as Hoseok’s voice starts rising above the storm. Not when Y/n is missing and potentially drowning.

Something in the woods flickered bright red.

It sounded like the squeal was coming from that direction.

Taehyung staggered back as the bright red thing flew at him fast and hit him squarely between the eyes. It was definitely the squealing thing he heard and this close to it, the squeals sounded more like tiny screams.

“Screw you!”

“You’re one of the humans who…”

“My Y/n!”

He was able to pick up some of what the screams were saying but couldn’t pay attention to any of them as he tried to dodge the flaming ball of speed and energy that kept bumping into him harshly and the frogs that were still trying to jump on him as well. His legs were shaking and he stumbled many times as he tried to dodge the tiny beings attacking him.

Only… his legs weren’t keeping him up well.

One small misstep into some animal’s abandoned home and he found himself plummeting, searing pain ripping through his body as a scream ripped its way through his body. He couldn’t get up or move his foot. He was stuck and in some of the worst pain of his life.

Next thing he knew though, the only sensation he could still feel was the harsh wind and rain, no flaming red ball or frogs and in the change, he found himself sinking to the floor, tears flowing.

“Are you… ok?”

Taehyung’s head shot up and took in one of the most beautiful people he’d ever seen before. Kind eyes, soft mouth, broad shoulders. He looked sad and worried and Taehyung had no energy to question it.

“I… I… Yes? I don’t know. I… I’m stuck. Can you help me up?”

The man nodded, crouching down and helping him up.

Taehyung came up easily with his help.

And his foot wasn’t stuck.

It had swollen to an angry red blistery color, blood seeping from an open wound… and worse of all, Taehyung saw white.

Bone.

If possible, Taehyung might’ve cried more then but he didn’t have it in him. He didn’t have any energy in him and it seemed the mysterious man didn’t either for after helping Taehyung out of the hole, he set Taehyung down. The man seemed skilled in triage though as he went about gathering materials to cover and support Taehyung’s foot. As he did that, Taehyung looked around and was faced with a fae lying on the ground and unconscious (Taehyung didn’t want to think of the possibility of them being dead). They had scorch marks on their body but overall, looked like they might have been sleeping right now and Taehyung didn’t want to think otherwise.

He had propped himself up on the ground to try to reduce his contact with the muddy ground around him but as the mysterious man elevated and worked on Taehyung’s ankle, all energy seeped out of Taehyung. He rested on the ground and closed his eyes, listening to the sound of louder and louder arguments, angry rain and wind, and the man working. The mud seeped into his shirt and hair, filling every possible crevice it could but Taehyung couldn’t bring himself to care.

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lilprincegoo · 2 years ago

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Seashells on the Seashore by bundtkookie

taehyung/jungkook

Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Separations, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - The Little Mermaid Fusion, Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Oblivious Jeon Jungkook, Alternate Universe - Magic

11.9k words

rating: T

Magic had a price. As a Sea Witch in a city of merpeople, Taehyung used his magic and witchcraft to try and improve the lives of those around him. He lived a good life- merman Prince Jungkook was just there to add the excitement.

#ship: taekook #au: fantasy #au: magic #au: supernatual beings #au: mermaids #based on book/movie #not actually unrequited love #fluff #angst #friends to lovers #mermaid jungkook #witch taehyung #jungkook ship #taehyung ship #ao3 #bts ficrec #bts fic rec

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hotel-casifornia · 8 months ago

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just realized i never posted about my fanfic! i wanted to update and say i started working on it again! feel free to check it out

#spn #supernatual #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #spn ocs #spn oc #spn season 1 #my fic - props & mayhem 🌟

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captainsherlockwinchester110283 · 2 years ago

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New content?

I’ve started a side blog here where I just dump my thoughts. Think of it as a personal diary... thats on the internet... so it’s not so personal...

point being is I’m trying to get back into writing but I find it easier to write about my thoughts then create plots at the moment. SO if you want content that’s semi-continous and it’s not fanfiction or storyline based. This is the place. I will resume writing here just need to get the juices flowing again

https://www.tumblr.com/rantingofasmallorganism

#fanfiction #writing #writer #writers block #women writers #Supernatual #doctor who #Sherlock #x reader #reader insert #reader fic #fan fic #free write #diaryposting #diary #unblocking writers

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stayteezdreams · 9 months ago

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Finding out BF!TXT are Supernatual Creatures {scenarios}

Scenarios: Finding out your boyfriend is a supernatural creature

Pairings: Soobin x Gn!Reader; Yeonjun x Gn!Reader; Beomgyu x Gn!Reader; Taehyun x Gn!Reader; and Huening Kai x Gn!Reader

{Stray Kids Version} {Ateez Version}

Warnings: n/a

Requested by: @otakutrash669

A/n: Not me low-key wanting to write full-fics about some of these (mainly Soobin and Yeonjun's)??? There are probably a lot of stories and myths surrounding the Imugi, so I went with one that fit my personal narrative for these headcanons

Words: 2k

Soobin (Fallen-Angel):

Soobin was a guardian Angel who fell by choice.

He wanted to live as a human so he left his duties as a Guardian Angel, but once mortal still had remnant powers.

When he met you, he was drawn to you and felt as though he needed to protect you.

It turns out you were one of his destined souls to protect, but you were left alone when he chose to become human.

He decided to keep an eye on you, and accidentally met you when he saved you from being side-swiped by a car.

You ended up becoming friends, and Soobin ended up falling for you fairly quickly after that.

Not long into your relationship, Soobin decided to tell you about his past and what he was.

You obviously thought he was joking, but he proved it with one of his powers (teleportation).

You were stunned but in awe.

He expected you to feel betrayed or scared, but you weren't.

You trusted him, even after he told you he abandoned you when he became human.

"But you came back to me."

"Yes, I did."

He showed you the rest of his powers, and told you many stories of his life as an Angel.

You become somewhat withdrawn after some time and Soobin grew worried.

After pressing you for answers, you admitted that you felt unworthy of his love after learning about what he was and what he had experienced.

But he reassured you he loved you more than anything and found himself to be the unworthy one.

"I have never been drawn to someone like this. I have never loved as deeply."

You started referring to him as Angel, which to others was just a cute pet-name, but to you two was an inside joke and secret.

Yeonjun (Fox/Familiar):

Surprise! You are secretly a witch, you just don't know it!

The only person who does is Yeonjun.

You met Yeonjun one day when he just showed up at your work place.

He started to linger and you often caught him watching you. You thought he was handsome and mysterious.

Slowly he started to talk to you, and you became friends, but not for long before he asked you on a date. Your relationship grew from there and you started dating.

When you started to spend more time at each others houses, you started to pick up on odd things.

Things you needed or wanting suddenly being nearby. Flickering lights when you get upset.

Yeonjun somehow always knowing when you needed help.

Not to mention a fox you noticed lingering in your yard a lot, who seems to watch you.

"I think I'm being haunted."

"Or maybe its something else."

"Like what?"

"Magic."

You started to think Yeonjun knew something you didn't and grew suspicious.

He began noticing you growing uneasy and figured it was time to tell you.

But one day, it all came to a head when you woke up to find everything in your room floating, including you.

You and all of the objects fell to the ground and you called Yeonjun in fear.

When he appeared faster than humanly possible, you knew he had to know what was going on.

So he explained.

He was a familiar without a witch, and one day he sensed your magic trapped in your body and wanted to help you find it.

He explained everything, and how he had slowly been using his own abilities to draw the magic out of you.

You were confused, and took this as him tricking you, fearing he was only with you for the use of your magic, and that he didn't actually have feelings for you.

Yeonjun admitted that at first he had no feelings for you, but wanted to get closer to your magic.

A familiar without a witch often felt useless and alone, and their magic increases once they bond with a witch.

But he had truly fallen for you early on, and wanted to be with you while helping you to discover your magic.

You weren't sure what to do, so you asked him for some space.

A week passed and you had come to terms with your newfound abilities, and were curious to learn more.

You also found that you missed Yeonjun, even if you weren't sure you could trust him.

But you accepted that he was the only one who could help you. So you reached out.

He was happy and enthusiastic, but you told him you still needed time to decide if you wanted to be with him romantically.

He understood, though was saddened by this.

So, he waiting, while he helped you to discover your magic and acted as your teacher and familiar.

You knew your feelings for him were still prevalent, as were his.

Eventually you gave in and accepted you wanted to be with him.

He was relieved and ecstatic, and promised he would never keep anything from you again.

Beomgyu (Imugi):

The Imugi is a large magical water Serpent, that after 1000 years can choose to become a full-fledged dragon.

However, there was one, who chose to become human instead.

When Beomgyu finally did become human, he adapted very quickly.

You met at school, and thought he was a bit odd, but cute.

He often seemed to be unaware of many simple or well-known things. And often asked a lot of questions.

He told you he had just been sheltered his whole life and you took his word for it. Not asking too any questions for fear of bringing up painful memories.

Yet at the same time, he knew about niche things you had never imagine he would know about.

You became friends and then after a few years, gave into your feelings.

The two of you had only been dating for a short time when Beomgyu decided to tell you what he was.

You thought he was just making a weird joke, but the more time that passed and he didn't reveal it was a joke the more you grew uncertain.

Was he secretly a bit crazy? Was his past more "sheltered" than you thought? Or was he telling the truth?

The last option seemed the craziest of them all, but he proved it to you by showing you the remnants of his past serpent-nature.

Meaning, he grew horns and scales appeared across his cheeks, chest and hands.

You were startled and speechless and he was afraid he scared you.

Honestly you were a bit afraid, but not necessarily of him.

Your world had suddenly been changed in the span of a few seconds, and now you knew magic creatures like serpents and dragons existed.

Once the pure astonishment wore away, you grew curious and exited.

And Beomgyu was more than happy to tell you all about the world he was from. Magic, creatures, and immortality.

He made you promise to keep his secret, which you of course agreed too. Though you sometimes wished you could brag about your magical boyfriend to someone.

Taehyun (Vampire):

So many people on your college campus were attracted to Kang Taehyun.

He was mysterious, attractive, and had an air about him no one could really describe.

He was often called the Siren of the campus.

But, there was only one person he was attracted to. You.

You were weary of him, uncertain if you should trust someone like him.

He could sense this so he was cautious in approaching you, befriending you slowly and delicately.

Eventually you gave into his advances and started to hang around him more.

You learned that he was much kinder and softer than he appeared on the outside.

He was upfront about his growing feelings for you, and though you did not mention your own, you felt the same.

Eventually, just as you did before, you gave in and accepted you had fallen for him.

As your relationship grew, you started to become aware that he was hiding something from you. But you weren't sure what exactly.

Taehyun himself, had begun growing restless.

He wasn't expecting his feelings for you to become so strong. He began wanting a future with you, and the more he realized this was impossible, the more conflicted he became.

Eventually, he grew distant, pulling away, and inevitably breaking it off with you suddenly.

Your heart was broken and you needed to know why but he would not tell you.

One day, when doing a research project for your history class, you were going through past yearbooks of your college. A name caught your eye. Kang Taehyun.

Finding the matching photo you were stunned to see he had not only the same name but the same face as your now ex-boyfriend.

The photo was from over 50 years prior. Was it Taehyun's father? Or maybe grandfather?

The more you thought about it, the more you realized you knew nothing of Taehyuns family apart from a few short stories.

You started to put things together in your mind, and as crazy as you thought you might be, you needed to know.

So you found Taehyun, placed the photo in front of him and waited for him to explain.

He knew he could give you excuses, make something up, but he missed you, and hated how he hurt you. So he gave in and told you the truth.

He didn't need to prove it for you to believe him.

Taehyun explained that he didn't think his interest in you would become what he felt was true love, but he knew you couldn't be together forever unless he turned you or watched as you grew old and die.

You talked for a long time and after some time decide to be together, Taehyun knew he would rather be with you than leave you behind.

He left the choice to you if you would let him turn you, or if you would stay with him for as long as you could, mortal and immortal.

The choice is yours.

Huening Kai (Fairy):

Everything about your relationship with Kai was normal.

He was sweet and beautiful and he thought the same of you.

You always knew there was something ethereal about him but you figured it was just your imagination and his general vibe.

So what if animals seemed to never be afraid of him? And the fact that sunlight seems to sparkle on his skin.

So what if you sometimes saw him out of the corner of your eye and thought he had wings, or some type of halo aura surrounding him. It was just your mind playing tricks.

You called him your Disney Prince and he thought it was cute, but you always noticed a peculiar twinkle in is eye when you talked about these things it him.

One day, when you caught him off guard, you found him standing out in the sun, and the wings sprouting from his back were definitely not your imagination.

You stared at him in awe, watching as the sunlight seemed to absorb into his skin.

When he finally noticed you, everything surrounding him disappeared in a second, as if he shut a light off.

You were stunned, speechless, confused.

He approached you cautiously, afraid to frighten you or freak you out.

He was not expecting you to snap back into reality with a loud "I KNEW IT"

You were relieved to no longer be plague with the thoughts that something was wrong with you. And amazed to know you had been dating a....well, whatever he was.

After asking, Kai explained. He was the son of a fairy and a human. Mortal, but magical.

He shared his history with you, and his magic, and the struggles he had always keeping it from you.

He was warned to keep it a secret, told to by his parents to keep him safe. But he loved you, and wanted you to know, but wasn't sure when or how to tell you.

No that you found out he was relieved he didn't have to hide it anymore.

You ended up meeting with his parents and discussing everything, and you promised that you would never tell his secret, and you would help keep it and him safe.

Thought a bit cautious, his parents finally accepted it, and allowed you to stay with him.

Kai does not quite like his knew nickname 'Fairy Princess' as much as his previous one though.

General Taglist: @otsilliak, @brattybunfornct, @bahng-chrizz, @otakutrash669, @tinyelfperson, @pinievsev, @teenyfinds, @everythingboutkpop

TxT Taglist: @thunderous-wolf, @briqnne, @crazyformfics Yeonjun & Soobin: @hongjoongsprincess, @dear-dreamie, Yeonjun: @ye0nvibezzn

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 2 years ago

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Supernatual Masterlist

One Shots

Permission To Go Out - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic)

‘Green Thumb’ Curse - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic)

Hunting High - Dean, Sam, Jack, Castiel, Reader (platonic)

Bitten - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Jack, Reader (all platonic)

Waiting - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Jack, Reader (all platonic)

Elf-On-The-Shelf Trouble - Dean, Sam, Jack, Castiel, Reader (platonic) (Holiday Special)

Calls, Cases and Slasher Week - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic), Castiel x Reader (slight)

Wholesome - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic), Castiel x Reader (slight)

Discipline Struggles - Reader, Dean, Mary (platonic), Jack Kline (mentioned)

Y/n Knows - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Reader (platonic)

Tuesday #66 - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

Easter Hunt - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

Heat Of A Lie - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

Act Your Age - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

Surprise - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

The ‘Talk’ - Dean, Jack (platonic)

A Tense Conversation - Dean x Reader

Not Family - Dean x Reader

Trust Me - Castiel x Reader

Accidental Summons - Castiel x Reader

Can You Relax? - Castiel x Reader

Tipsy and Flirty - Castiel x Reader

Facing The Devil - Castiel x Reader

Bring Castiel Home - Castiel x Reader

Imagines + Mini Fic

Imagine trying to convince the angels to cast out Casifer

Imagine lusting for Castiel after being affected by Famine

Imagine Castiel needing to touch your soul to recharge and retrieve Sam and Dean

Imagine sharing a PB&J sandwich with Castiel

Imagine Dean and Sam walking in on you and Castiel during an argument

Imagine punching Castiel when he tags your ribs with Enochian protection

Imagine revealing the truth behind the 'second shelf corner'

Imagine being an angel and confessing to Castiel how you handled his death

Imagine Dean comforting you when Castiel has a crush on another human

Imagine refusing to pray to Castiel

Imagine preparing to attack Demon!Dean when Sam brings him into the bunker

Imagine trying to handle Dean while he's freaking out with ghost sickness

Imagine messing with Dean when he mind-melds with a dog

Imagine sitting on the hood of the Impala as Dean fixes the headlights

Imagine trying to convince Sam to take care of himself in his pursuit to save his brother

Imagine knocking Sam out when he refuses to take a break for himself

Imagine finding Jack at the foot of your bed eating breakfast

Imagine getting trapped in a Doctor Sexy episode with the Winchesters

Imagine Team Free Will's shock when you sprout wings after being cursed by a witch

Imagine being cursed 'to be normal' along with Dean and Sam

Imagine reminiscing about your strangest solo-hunt with the Winchesters and Castiel

Imagine the Winchesters explaining to Jack what it’s like to work a case with you

Imagine trying to help Gabriel but he gets spooked and attacks

(Return to the Easy Navigate Masterlist)

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