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harrypoppinss · 9 months

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Empty promises

Kili Durin x afab!reader

Warnings: heavy angst, established relationship, mention of character death, pre BOTFA

Summary: With the battle closing in and Thorin fighting the dragon sickness, you seek comfort in your one.

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The past few days have been rough to say the least. You had successfully made it to Erebor, and it has been reclaimed by Thorin the only problem was that he had fallen into the same sickness that his grandfather had. The dragon sickness from the gold that was claimed by Smaug after the fall of Erebor all those years ago.

The Orcs were near, you had a feeling. Thankfully though, Kili had lived through getting a poisoned arrow in his thigh and he was now in Erebor with his brother and the others that had been comforting him through the incident. Now here you were, wandering the halls of Erebor in search for your one.

You had never known a castle to be so confusing until now, but luckily you had spotted your brown haired boy sitting along the gigantic hole in the wall, gazing out at the lost city of Dale. You walked up behind him, before gently taking a seat beside him and like clockwork, his hand found yours.

“How are you feeling my love?” You asked him, being his knuckles up to your lips as you kissed his hand softly before allowing it to fall into your lap, still grasping onto your own. Kili sighed as he moved closer to you, his head finding your shoulder as your head rested on his. “As well as I can,” he said in a soft tone, his gaze not wavering from the empty city infront of Erebor that used to be so full of life and love.

The two of you sat like that in comfortable silence for a while, the only sound reaching your ears was his gentle breathing and the sound of the crickets singing in the tall grass outside. As you gazed out into the landscape, you couldn’t help but let a feeling of pure fear wash over you. Soon you would all be fighting for you life against Azog and his troops for middle earth.

“Amrâlimê?” Kili said in a soft whisper, making you glance at him as he lifted his head off of your shoulder to meet your gaze. “Yes love?” You asked back, your free hand grasping his other one has your thumbs rubbed over his knuckles. His eyes fell to your hands before he lifted then back up to look at you. “Are you afraid to die?” He asked you, catching you off guard completely. You looked at him like he had grown two heads, he had just been on the brink of death with the arrow and he was asking you if you were afraid to die?

“Well…” you said as you looked back out into the now peaceful landscape that you knew would be filled with blood and death soon. Sighing softly you looked back at your lover, a sad expression covering your face. “I am,” you said after a moment, before you brought both of his hands to your lips this time, kissing his knuckles once more. “But, I’m more afraid of losing you to the hands of the Orcs.” You said as you dropped his hands back into your lap as his eyes scanned your face.

“Oh Amrâlimê,” he sighed with a soft smile as he saw the faint tears building in the backs of your eyes. He reached out, bringing you into his chest as his hand ran along your hair gently. You arms wrapped around his neck as you nuzzled your face into his shoulder, the tears fall from your eyes staining his shirt temporarily. “I will never leave you, not in death nor in glory,” Kili whispered to you softly. “I would rather spend a thousand lifetimes fighting for you than allowing myself to be taken away for you in such a way.” He finished, tears of his own spilling down his cheeks as he pulled away from the hug to rest his forehead against your own.

“Promise?” You croaked out, your eyes meeting his brown orbs as you watched the corners of the crinkle softly as he couldn’t help but allow a small smile to overtake his features. “I promise, in this lifetime and the next.” He said, before he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss to your lips. If only he knew in the end, that the promise he made would have to wait until the next time you two meet again, until the next life when your souls will bound together as one again.

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Amrâlimê - My love; love of mine

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harrypoppinss · 9 months

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Ahoy!! I saw that your requests are open so if it's possible I would love to have one with Fili!!

With the promp ‘I’ll trade you a kiss for a hug.’

In which they are just friends at first ;)

Thansk so much!! I love your stuff

- Jack

Of course!!! I love the idea of that prompt, especially a friends to lovers type situation!! Also I just got back after a long break, so feel free to send in requests!

⚠️I didn’t proof read this, I apologize for any misspellings⚠️

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I’ll trade you a kiss for a hug

Fili Durin x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, angst if you squint, some cursing

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You had been recruited to Thorins company because of you skills that you obtained in the course of your life, of course, Thorin was reluctant to let you tag along because neither him nor any of the other dwarves knew who you were, and what that set of skills was. But after some explanation from Gandalf, along with a few encouraging words from the old wizard; he agreed.

Thats how you ended up here, leaning back against a fallen log as you skimmed through an old book that Gandalf had kindly allowed you to borrow. A few feet away the company was gathered around a growing fire placed upon a pile of sticks and logs. It had been about 5 months since the say you joined, and to say you didn’t expect to be hunted down by an angry orc was an understatement.

Because of this, it has made the journey much more dangerous and fear inducing, but it also got your adrenaline pumping. When you first set off, you were more reserved from the company of dwarves, but very quickly one in particular approached you and struck up a conversation. That Dwarf was named Fili Durin, the nephew of Thorin Oakenshield and heir to the throne under the mountain of Erebor.

Fili was a kind and funny dwarf. He quickly wedged his way into your heart in more ways than one. But unbeknownst to you, you had done the same to him. It was very rare that a dwarf fell in love with someone of another species, but they always believed in true love or finding your ‘one’ so he was just fine with it. He was not one to shy away from flirting either, especially because he wanted to enjoy everything he could before he was eventually betrothed to another dwarf from a high kingdom.

From the fire that was glowing in the wake of dusk, Fili had his eyes on you every couple seconds. Kili, obviously had noticed this and gave him brother a nudge with his elbow, encouraging him to go over to you. Even after becoming one of your best friends (and your crush) he was still nervous to talk to you sometimes, and he truthfully believed it was because he loved you. So to stop his brother from jabbing elbow into his side, he slapped Kilis’ arm before glancing at you once more as he stood up.

Thorin noticed this, but didn’t question his eldest nephew at the moment. Fili cleared his throat as he walked up to you, making your eyes pull away from the words infront of you as you glanced up at him from your sitting position. “Yes Fili?” You asked, folding the corner of the page as you closed the book and laid it on the ground beneath you.

“Walk with me?” He asked you, before he outstretched his hand for you, a gesture he always did when you were sitting or laying down. It wasn’t unusual for you two to go on small walks around the makeshift campsite that you were inhabiting that night. So you nodded, placing your hand in his as he helped you up, allowing you to brush your legs off as he waited patiently.

“Sure, I don’t see why not.” You said as he grinned softly, the corners of his mouth moving made his braided mustache dance softly as the two of you started walking out of camp. Back at the fire, Thorin was watching. He knew that look in Filis’ eyes, and if you were his one then be would support the two of you.

“So.. why did you ask me to walk with you this time?” You asked as the camp faded in the background as the two of you walked along a creek side that was surrounded by breathtaking trees, as the setting sun gleamed through the leaves and branches. Fili didn’t answer right away, he just glanced at you. After a moment of silence he slowed down, before turning his head to look at you.

“I’ve been.. meaning to do something that I should have done long ago,” he said. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you also slowed, giving him your undivided attention. “Yes?” You asked. Fili was nervous, it was practically radiating off him at the moment. “Please don’t take me for a fool,” he said, before he began the confession that he rehearsed over a million times in his head.

“I am not sure if your feelings are aligned with mine. I.. am very fond of you” he said, his eyes darting everywhere but your gaze as you proceeded what he said. Slowly, a grin formed on your lips as you reached out, taking his hand in yours. His eyes practically shot to yours as he waited anxiously for your response. “You could never be a fool for that, because believe it or not, I’m also very fond of you.”

“Thank fuck,” he muttered under his breath as his hand returned the grip on yours as his lips matched the grin on your lips. “What now?” You asked, your voice softer than before. “I’ll trade you a kiss for a hug.” Fili retorted, making a small blush dust your cheeks as you rolled your eyes before your hands gripped onto his coat that he was wearing as you tugged him towards yourself, your lips meeting eachothers as he smiled into the kiss. His hands came up to cup your face as he felt his heart fluttering. His thumbs caressed your cheekbones as he pulled away reluctantly from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as his eyes poured into yours.

“How about another kiss for a hug?” You said, making another grin stretch across his lips as he immediately closed the gap between the two of you.

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I had sooo much fun writing this!! I hope I got it right! Thank you again so much for the request❤️

#fili durin #the hobbit #request #fluff prompts #friends to lovers #a kiss for a hug #fili and kili #bofur the dwarf #king thorin #thorin and company #throin oakenshield #kili durin #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #fili x you #fili x reader #lotr

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harrypoppinss · 1 year

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How the Dwarfs show PDA

Thorins company x gn!reader

Warnings: an insane amount of fluff, implied smut

Thorin

Being the King of Erebor meant that he had a lot of responsibility on his plate. Even before the Dwarfs defeated Smaug and reclaimed Erebor, he wasn’t overly affectionate publicly; that didn’t change once he re-built his kingdom. Kissing is a no go, but instead he would just always have you hold onto his arm as you walked, or vise versa. But when you’re alone in your shared chambers, its like he can’t get enough of you. Thats when he always makes up for the lack of attention and affection that he can’t openly show like he wants to, but if he sees someone flirting with you then thats thrown out of the window; literally. He will pull you up onto his throne and make-out with you infront of everyone if he wants to… and he has… many times. But most of the time; not very into PDA.

Fíli

Like his Uncle, he has a lot of responsibilities since he’s the heir to the throne. But he doesn’t let that stop him. Once he’s done with his daily duties as the prince of Erebor, he gives you his undivided attention and affection. He always makes sure you’re able to stretch your legs, so he usually like to take late night walks through the mines as you two attempt to not be seen by the guards. One time though you did get caught doing… something. But that’s a story for another day and time. Sometimes he will literally just slip away from the meetings to go and be with you but only if Kíli is there to cover for him. He doesn’t have a problem with showing you how much he adores and loves you, even if that means getting his head chewed off by Thorin for skipping his royal duties.

Kíli

This man is literally the definition of PDA. He doesn’t have as many duties as his brother so he gets to spend his free time with you. He doesn’t care who watches you two as you walk through the halls of Erebor with his arm tucked tight around your shoulders; paired with a proud grin on his face that reads “yeah thats right they’re mine”. He doesn’t care if his Uncle scolds him for it, you’re his one. He tends to pepper kisses all over your face at random times, which inturn makes you incredibly flustered, sometimes his own brother has to pry him off of you. He’s just a lovey-dovey type of boyfriend and he is not afraid to show it to the whole Kingdom of Erebor.

Dwalin

Not a fan of PDA at all. However, if he sense that you’re having an off day, or if he sees someone openly flirting with you…. well then it’s like he’s a whole new person. He’ll pull you into his chest as he rubs circles on your back, giving the person that was attempting to flirt with you a death glare and grinning when he watches them basically shit their pants and scramble away. If its the scenario where you’re having an off day he will find someone to cover for him most of the time with a threat before taking you back to your shared house as he gives you his undivided attention and affection. All in all; this man can quickly become the worlds biggest simp for you.

Bofur

Like Kíli, he’s the definition of PDA. As soon as he gets home from work he’s all over you; literally. He will physically jump on top of you if you’re ignoring him, especially after a long day in the mines. Which usually leads to you forcing him to get up off of you so you can fix him a bath. Even when you’re doing that, his hands are wrapped around your waist as his chin rests on top of your head. In public it doesn’t change, his fingers are laced with yours and he’s constantly finding an excuse to kiss you. You have something on your lips? Kiss. You turn to look at him? Kiss. He wants your attention? Multiple kisses. He just adores showing you how much he loves and cherishes you, even during the journey to reclaim Erebor.

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A/N:

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The masterlist? Here!

The prompt list? Here!

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harrypoppinss · 1 year

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saw this on twitter rn, if you ever feel discouraged about writing fanfiction, read this again

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harrypoppinss · 1 year

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Prompt list

Masterlist here

💘𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜:

‘I’m glad you decided to meet up with me.’

‘I love hearing your voice.’

‘You’re my favorite person.’

‘You. Me. Friday night.’

‘I’ll trade you a kiss for a hug.’

‘You look so nice in my clothes.’

‘Is there anything I can do for you?’

‘My favorite part of the day is seeing your face.’

‘Was there something you wanted to tell me?’

‘Do you feel any better?’

‘It’s my turn to cook tonight.’

‘What are we forgetting?’

‘I’ve got something to tell you. It’s a secret, so you can’t tell anyone else..’

‘You’re the only person for me.’

‘You smell nice.’

‘Since we met, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.’

‘Can I kiss you? If not, can I hold your hand?’

Person A: ‘Don’t fall asleep!’ Person B: falls asleep.

‘How did you get up here?’

‘Can I come with you?’

‘I promise I won’t tell anyone.’

‘I wish I could spend more time with you.’

‘As if I could forget your birthday..’

‘Before you go, can you stay a little longer?’

‘I love the warmth of your hugs.’

‘I was looking forward to seeing you all week.’

‘My friends say I talk about you all the time.’

‘I have something really important to ask you..’

‘I can’t believe she said yes!’

‘I never knew you felt this way.’

‘Your eyes are so blue.’

‘How come I haven’t seen you around here before?’

🔥𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜:

I missed you so much.”

“Like what you see?”

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“You’re so perfect. And I’m so fucking lucky.”

“Try to stay quiet, understand?”

“We’re in public, you know.”

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

“Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”

“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

“I like it when you say my name like that.”

“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

“No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

“I thought maybe we can do a little more than just kissing.”

“Make me.”

“Stop teasing me so much…”

“You’re in trouble now.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“I’m waiting.”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“As you wish.”

“First one to make a noise loses.”

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”

“Mine.”

“The night’s still young.”

“We can’t do that here!”

“Behave.”

“What did you just say?”

“Come here.”

💧𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜:

“And that makes it okay?”

“Are you afraid to die?”

“What would you do if I didn’t come back?”

“Do you know what it’s like?”

“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

“Why are your eyes so red?”

“How do you think this ends?”

“Why would I ever want to be with you?”

“Is that what you think of me?”

“Do you know what a gunshot wound feels like?”

“How am I supposed to go on?”

“Can’t you see how fucked up this is?”

“If I told you I hate you, what would you do?”

“Should you be drinking that much?”

“What if we just crash this car and make it all stop?”

“Do the drugs still get you high?”

“Am I the reason you cry every night?”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

“How did things go so wrong?”

“When did things fall apart?”

“Which part of me wasn’t enough?”

“How do I make you love me again?”

“How much does it hurt knowing you lost me?”

“We’re you trying to destroy us?”

“How do you want to die?”

“Is the weight of it all finally too heavy?”

“Are you okay with having blood on your hands?”

“How do you sleep at night?”

“Can you still sleep at night?”

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Reunited

Requested by: @soupiepoopie

Arthur Morgan x reader

Summary: After getting shot on the mission to kill Micha, you end up seeing some familiar faces that you haven’t seen in a while.

Warnings: Canon typical gun violence, mentions of blood/gun shot wound, an extreme amount of fluff, character death.

You knew leaning out from behind that rock was a horrid idea, John was behind the rock right across from you when you heard the shot before you felt it. You heard a brief shout of your name as you collapsed back into the white blanket that littered the ground, now staid with red as the fatal shot to your heart made it bleed. “Shit,” you croaked weekly as you brought a shaky hand to the hole in your body.

You felt the flesh around the wound screaming as the tips of your fingers came in contact with it, you could barely focus on anything as your hand fell back against the snow, clutching the cold fabric as you attempted to hold onto the last brink of reality that was stored inside of your body. You tried to stay awake for John, Charles, and Sadie but the heavy feeling on your eyes made you feel like you needed to give in, you let that last chunk of life slip through your fingers.

The clouds in the sky looked to part for you as you use the last of your strength to close your eyes, giving into the warm feeling seeping through your veins. You felt yourself being extracted from your body and lifted up into what felt like an embrace, but the cold air that was nipping at your skin was replaced by a warm one, one that felt like a light breeze brushing against your skin.

Upon opening up your eyes again, you found yourself laying on the cot you had before it was abandoned at Horseshoe overlook. Confused, you sat up the clothes that you wore were not the same ones you had on when you were shot. You quickly placed a hand on your shoulder, not feeling the budding pressure of the wound that seemed to never be there in the first place. That when you heard his voice, the voice of the man you longed to meet again.

“Arthur?” You asked in disbelief as you pushed yourself off your cot, before hesitantly walking towards him, afraid that any moment you would be ripped away from him and thrown back. A gentle smile grazed his lips as he met you halfway, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before dropping it to caress your cheek. You hand gently landed atop of his, giving it a small squeeze to make sure it was real, that he was real.

“You finally made it,” He said, as he looked behind him. Curious, you followed his gaze only to see everyone that had passed chatting around a big fire as the setting sun provided a beautiful landscape in the background. “We were wonderin’ when you would show,” Hosea called from the fire as he turned his head to look at you, a smile gracing his lips. “C’mon, come join us.” He finished as you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You looked down at the hand, you eyes following the hand as your were met with Miss Grimshaw. “It’s good to see you again dear,” she said, giving your shoulder a small squeeze as she made her way over to the others. You looked back at Arthur who was already looking at you, before the hand that was resting on your cheek moved to grasp you hand, helping you walk over to the bonfire. A small smile graced your lips as you were at peace for good, and surrounded by the ones you thought you’d never see again.

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Authors note: I’m so sorry for the inactivity, school has been kicking my ass. I should be able to start posting regularly again, and requests are open! Don’t be afraid to submit one!

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harrypoppinss · 1 year

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𝕸𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟! 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕞𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖!

Fandoms that are included in this masterlist: Supernatural, Red Dead Redemption, The Hobbit, LOTR(𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷), The Walking Dead(𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷)

Smut - 💋

Angst - 💧

Fluff - ✨

Request - 🫶🏻

✩` 🎀 𝒮𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓁 🎀 `✩

🍌 🎀 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒲𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 🎀 🍌

My Savior- Getting kidnapped is bad, that much is obvious. But getting kidnapped by a nest if vampires? Is undeniably worse. ✨

Insecure - How Dean would be with a insecure partner. 💧

𝓡𝓮𝓭 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓡𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓻 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓷

Ashes - You finally visit your lovers grave after the fall of the Van der Linde gang. 💧

A Fresh Start - After successfully escaping the grasps of the Pinkerton’s, you and your boyfriend seek out the life you always dreamt of. 💋✨

A well needed reunion - After a job went sour you had to hold out and wait. 💧💋

Our darling girl - Your husband makes arrangements to take you and your daughter out for a day in valentine. ✨

Reunited - After getting shot on the mission to kill Micha, you end up seeing some familiar faces that you haven’t seen in a while. 💧 ✨

𝓓𝓾𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓥𝓪𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓻 𝓛𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮

Betrayal - After the surprising return of an injured John, you quickly find out the dark side of you long time lover. 💧

Collision - Dutch Van der Linde was one of the most notorious gang leaders in the west, that was until he caught wind of you.

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓢𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓱

Comfort - Charles comforts you after you start to doubt the security of the gang. 💧

˜”*°•.˜”*°• Five Nights at Freddys •°*”˜.•°*”˜

𝓕𝓸𝔁𝔂

An unexpected visitor - you convinced your mom to get you the last foxy plushie on the shelf, being a fan since you were a kid, but… there’s a reason it always ended up back on that shelf.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓫𝓫𝓲𝓽

Headcanons:

How the Dwarfs show PDA - Headcanons on how some of the Dwarfs show their affection towards you.

I’ll trade you a kiss for a hug - Fili Durin x gn!reader ✨🫶🏻

Empty Promises - Kili Durin x AFAB!reader 💧

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harrypoppinss · 1 year

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Incorrect Quotes part 3

Legolas: Do not think I won't kill you dwarf. It would be my pleasure.

Y/N: *Quietly* I could give you pleasure.

Everyone: What?

Y/N: What?

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harrypoppinss · 1 year

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i love when it’s dean winchester’s birthday, it’s like christmas but for mentally ill people

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harrypoppinss · 1 year

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Happy birthday Dean!!

#dean winchester birthday #happy birthday dean winchester #dean winchester #writing #supernatural #spndaily #spn #spn death is my husband #spn dean winchester #dean winchester comfort #jensen ackles #dean winchester x you #dean x female!reader #dean winchester fluff #dean x you #dean x reader #birthday #aquarius

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harrypoppinss · 1 year

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Can you do a Arthur Morgan x reader fic?

Where the reader dies and goes into heaven (it doesn’t need to be heaven) and sees all the gang members that passed and then Arthur and just chills with them?

Yes! I’ve actually been thinking about writing something along these lines before, I think the concept of it would be interesting!

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harrypoppinss · 2 years

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Arthur Morgan/fem!Reader, A/B/O Smut

Happy belated birthday to @peachofwork <3 ily bb! And y'all should all go check out her fics!

I'm replaying RDR2 which means we are back in Colter once more. Please let me know what you think! <3

Arthur Morgan/f!reader | a/b/o and the inherent dubcon therein Rating: Explicit, believe me Word Count: ~3000

Davey was dying.

Mac and Sean were gone and Jenny was dead and the job had gone wrong and now the gang was on the run.

You hadn’t thought much of it when Dutch started leading everyone North, but now the wagon was rolling through snow drifts taller than you and the wind was biting and bitter even beneath your heavy shawl. The caravan was chaos around you, shouting and crying, the crunch of snow and the creak of the wagons. You were curled into the corner of one of the wagon beds, trying to keep your teeth from chattering out of your skull. Your skin was hot against the freezing air, sweat turning to frost and breath like hot steam in the dark.

Distant shouts carried over the deafening wind, and a few moments later you heard the excited chatter of the girls crowded around the lantern. The men had found a place to stay.

The wind and ice were enough to mask your scent for now, but you knew you would have to find somewhere isolated to ride out the rest of your heat.

It was quite possibly the worst timing you had ever experienced. You had felt the beginnings of the fever just as the men rode out for the job in Blackwater, and by the time they thundered back into camp and ordered everyone to pack up you were weak and hardly able to walk.

The blizzard had been a blessing and a curse. The cold kept your fever at bay mostly and the wind did a good job of hiding your heat from the others, but you would have a hard time surviving the next few days without shelter and a way to keep warm.

You knew it was ridiculous, but you wanted Arthur. Of all the alphas in the gang, he was the only one you trusted to take care of you. He had always been there for you no matter what, teaching you how to shoot, taking you out on rides, looking after you whenever you went into town.

He wasn’t your alpha, but you wanted him to be. You weren’t even sure he saw anything in you. Still, you hated that you hadn’t even seen him since he and Hosea rode out for that job. And now he was out there in the snow, protecting the gang as he always had.

Everyone else filed into the desolate, abandoned mining town. Dutch was shouting orders above the wind, and you stayed curled in the bed of the wagon. You would only be more trouble right now, with Davey dead and everyone trying to get warm and Dutch and Arthur riding out again.

You pulled as many furs and blankets and tarps over yourself as you could find, curling in as small as possible and hiding in the shadows of the wagon as everyone moved around you. It was so hectic nobody had even noticed your absence.

Things fell quiet and then loud once more as Arthur, Dutch, and Micah returned. There were many overlapping voices that you couldn’t make out until you heard your own name.

Tilly. She had noticed you were missing and was begging the others to help look for you.

You barely had the strength to crawl out from beneath your makeshift shelter, but you forced your way into the dark and cold to at least reassure the gang that you were alright.

The snow tripped you on your first step, and you fell face first into the ice. Tilly was shouting for you, and you tried to return her call. It wasn’t very far, you just needed to make it to the orange glow of the lanterns.

“I’m here!” you yelled.

“That sounds like her.” Arthur’s voice. “I think she’s over by the wagons. I can try and catch her scent.”

You heard the crunch of his boots in the snow and your skin began to burn again at the realization that Arthur, an alpha, was going to find you like this. Weak and in heat, crawling through the snow.

“Woah!” One of his boots sank into the snow inches from your face. “Nearly stepped on you.” He crouched in the snow to try and help you up. “What are you doing out here like this?”

His question was answered the moment he pulled you to your feet. He wrinkled his nose and frowned as your scent reached him. “Oh, you poor thing.” He tried to keep as much distance as possible between you as he pulled you back through the snow, but you dug your fingers in his snow covered coat.

“Please,” you mumbled, not sure what you were even asking for.

He seemed to take pity on you, pulling you into his chest beneath his coat and brushing the snow out of your hair. His scent was strong beneath the wool, and you couldn’t help but breathe it in. Every inhale both soothed you and stoked the fire that was burning beneath your skin. “I know, Arthur said. “We’ll get you put up somewhere safe.”

You weren’t sure where that could be in a town that looked to have four buildings left standing, but you trusted him.

You heard Tilly’s relieved gasp when she caught sight of you buried in Arthur’s coat. He explained the situation to her and sent her off to find Miss Grimshaw. Arthur never pushed you away, so you continued to sap his warmth and surround yourself in his scent.

The problem came when Miss Grimshaw said that they had nowhere to keep you. Nowhere that would be both safe and warm enough to get you through your heat. There were too many alphas in the gang that couldn’t be trusted.

“She could take my room,” Arthur offered. “Hosea and I could keep an eye out for her at least.”

No one had any objections, especially not you when Arthur leaned in close to ask you if you would trust him enough to do that.

He held you protectively against him until you were safe inside the room Grimshaw had assigned him. Some of his belongings had already been unpacked, and you longed to surround yourself in his scent.

“You’re too damn cold to be anywhere without a fire.” Arthur watched you fight your chattering teeth as you curled up on the rickety bed.

Despite your shivering, you didn’t feel cold in the slightest. Your pulse was racing, and you felt too warm in your coat and shawl. He rushed forward as you began undoing the fastens on your coat, grabbing your wrists and holding them still. “Woah there,” he chuckled. “I can’t imagine what’s happening to you right now, but that don’t seem like a good idea to me.”

“Please,” you whined. “Need you so bad.”

Arthur’s jaw tensed. He had shown an amazing amount of restraint even this far, trying to keep his distance no matter how enticing you smelled. You knew you were testing his resolve like this, and you desperately wanted to see it break.

You leaned into him, breathing in his scent and dragging your nose and mouth across the thin fabric of his shirt. His scent made your vision go white and you whined involuntarily. “Need to be bred,” you babbled. “Need to be knotted. Want you so bad.”

Arthur choked off a groan. “I can’t do that, sweetheart. You’re not in the right mind to be making decisions like this. The last thing I’d want is to hurt you.”

“It’s okay if it hurts,” you murmured. “Just wanna be full.”

Arthur threw you off of him and onto the bed, but the display of strength only worsened the ache between your thighs. You were now free to shrug out of your coat, fumbling with the buttons of your blouse. He looked tortured, clearly trying to maintain control even as you begged for his knot.

He didn’t move, and your desire turned to frustration that an alpha was right there ignoring your scent and your begging.

Barely dressed, you pushed to your feet on wobbly knees. “Someone else will do it,” you huffed, words practically slurred from the combination of hypothermia and heat.

Before you could even take a step, you were pinned face down on the bed, Arthur’s full weight on top of you as he growled. “Like hell they will.”

It was exactly what you wanted. Arthur yanked your chemise off your shoulders so he could nose along your neck and collarbone. “Why do you smell so damn good? Irresistible.”

You couldn’t move, completely at his mercy as he ground his hips against your ass. There were too many clothes between you for the friction to mean anything, and Arthur immediately began undressing you.

“Can smell how wet you are,” he said. “How much you need my knot.”

“Please,” you begged.

“Don’t worry,” he dragged his teeth across your skin and you moaned. “I’m going to fill you up good.”

He kept you trapped beneath him, possessive after your threat of finding another alpha. You didn’t mind at all. The closeness and the weight and the scent of him appeased your heat in a way that only an alpha could. The ache subsided, but the desperation only grew.

One of his hands slipped between where your bodies were pressed together, shoving between your thighs so he could drench his fingers in the wetness pooling there. You moaned as the rough callouses brushed your already aching and sensitive clit.

“That’s right.” His beard tickled the skin of your neck and you squirmed beneath him. “I’ve got you.”

He stroked you with thick fingers but never pressed inside where you truly needed him. He knew he was teasing you, working you up and sending you deeper and deeper into the throes of your heat. You couldn’t even find the words you needed to beg, just whining and grinding back against his hand.

When he finally did slip two fingers inside of you, you nearly came from the stretch alone. He pinned your hips in place with his other hand and stayed perfectly still until you came down from the rush. You would have whined in protest if it weren’t for his teeth lightly scraping just over your collarbone, forcing you into submission beneath him.

“I only want you to come on my cock,” he warned you. You knew your body would obey.

Still, it was torment. He worked you open on two fingers, and then three. You knew you would be able to take his cock, but you weren’t sure about his knot.

The scrape of denim as he finally freed his cock from his trousers had you clenching around his thick knuckles, and he chuckled at the sensation. “You’re going to feel so good around my knot. So tight.”

It was the only thing you could think about, and you were pliant and easy as he lifted your hips up to get your knees under you. The sight must have done something for him, because he groaned low in his throat and ran his palms over your ass and thighs almost reverently.

A few more seconds of anticipation before Arthur’s cock was resting against your ass. He ran his length against the slick that was dripping down your thighs, stroking himself to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you before finally pressing the head of his cock into you.

This time you truly couldn’t help yourself. You came with a shuddering gasp and rocked your hips back to take more of his length. His hands found you waist, and he began fucking you slow and deep through your orgasm. You couldn’t help but whimper every time the swell of his knot threatened to slip inside. The stretch was painful, but you wanted to be filled more than anything else in that moment.

Arthur, with his unshakeable control, was able to fight his every instinct that was begging to knot you right then and there. He loved the way you moaned at every thrust, his cock somehow hitting the perfect spot each time. You were so far into your heat that the bliss had just rolled into one long ecstasy, and he wanted to draw it out as long as possible for you. You came again and again on his cock, dripping with arousal and tightening around him as the most beautiful sounds tumbled past your lips.

Not to mention you felt absolutely perfect on his cock, and he was savoring every second. He had been achingly hard since the moment he first smelled you but had never dreamed that he would be able to have you like this. God, he should have known your heat was coming on before he and Hosea left for that job in Blackwater. You had looked beautiful in the dawn, flushed from fever and breath fogging in the morning air. Arthur had watched you cradle your cup of coffee as you breathed in the scent of the prairie. He had followed suit only to catch a trace of your scent on the wind. It had made his stomach flip.

And now he was buried inside you, pulling you deeper onto his cock with every thrust and trying his best to stave off the tightening at the bottom of his stomach. He wasn’t sure if you could come again just like this, but he wanted to try.

You fisted your fingers into the cold blanket beneath you and let your eyes flutter shut. You never wanted it to end. You wanted him to hurry up and knot you. Surely he could only last so long like this?

He wasn’t able to pull another orgasm from you before his instincts won over and he pulled your hips to his. You cried out as his knot stretched you open even more around him, shaking as he ground his hips against you until he was fully seated inside. He was deeper than before, and you were so full and fucked that you couldn’t help but come again around his knot.

That was all it took to send Arthur over the edge as well, and he rocked against you as his cock twitched and pulsed. Your knees gave out, and he sank back on top of you, pinning you back against the bed and breeding you full as you lay panting and delirious from the rush.

Arthur first rolled you onto your side. One of his arms wrapped around your middle, and he ran his hand over your stomach where he was locked inside of you. You appreciated the way he nosed along your neck and shoulder, marking you with his scent and breathing in your own.

Just as his knot started to go down, he rolled onto his back so you were laying on his chest. He raised his knees until your thighs fell to either side and rocked up into you with more strength than you were prepared for. It was too much to handle, oversensitive after coming on his cock so many times already, but he didn’t seem to care at all. In fact, your pitiful whimpers only seemed to spur him on and he kissed and sucked at your neck as he let his instincts take over, driving him into you again and again as his seed spilled out across his thighs. What finally managed to send you over the edge one last time was his lips locked onto the junction of your neck and shoulder. He didn’t bite down -- wouldn’t do that without asking you -- instead he sucked the skin between his teeth, sure to leave dark, splotchy marks that would let everyone know an alpha had taken you.

You shook in his arms, hips twitching of their own accord and every muscle in your body seeming to tense at random. The rotting wood and dark shadows of the rundown room had faded away to a blinding white. You had never experienced pleasure like this.

Arthur couldn’t knot you again so soon, but you felt his cock grow harder as he spilled inside you once more.

Reason finally seemed to catch up with him, and he collapsed back onto the bed panting hard against your skin.

It was quiet for several long minutes as he gathered you up into his arms and pulled you into his chest. Both of you were overheated despite the blizzard, and the chill couldn’t reach you in the haze of your heat. The cold must have finally gotten to him at some point, because he tucked you under his coat and stood to find a flannel to wash up the mess you both had made.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to wash your smell out of my clothes now,” he said. You hummed happily. You had done a good job of claiming your alpha then.

You protested when Arthur shook you gently, trying to get you to sit up and drink some water. He wound up grabbing your jaw between his finger and thumb and squeezing gently until your lips parted. You smacked your lips at first before winding your fingers in his hair and washing the water down with an open mouthed kiss.

Arthur chuckled when you finally let him pull away. He wrapped his coat around your shoulders -- seeming mighty pleased at the sight of you wearing his clothes -- and grabbed as many blankets as he could find to drape over you.

“We can probably get a few hours rest before another wave hits you.” He brushed your hair behind your ear. “I know you weren’t in any right mind -- still aren’t.” He sighed. “I just hope that you don’t regret this too much when you come out the other side. I know I already do.”

You pouted, blinking up at him with watery eyes. “You regret me?” was the only thought running through your head.

“No!” A large palm cupped your cheek, thumb brushing over your quivering bottom lip. “I just wish we’d had the chance to talk things out before letting me… you know. I would have liked it to be your decision.”

“It was my decision,” you said, extremely sure of yourself while you were still drunk on endorphins and the feeling of his cock inside you.

Arthur sighed, running a hand through his hair.

You took the chance to lean up and press a smattering of light kisses to the column of his throat. He smelled so good, so safe. “You’re the only one I trust,” you whispered.

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“One man’s cringe is another man’s epic” and “a flawed story is still a thousand times better than a story never told” are two pieces of advice that a lot of people aspiring to be writers really need to take to heart. Stop tearing yourself up over getting every little insignificant thing right.

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harrypoppinss · 2 years

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I need people to simp for Arthur Morgan with geez

LOOK AT HIM, LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL FACE 🤬

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the guys helping their s/o whilst they're being harassed in town

warning: creepy men, violence, period typical sexism, implied fem reader but its gender neutral bc theres no pronouns

(gif not mine)

arthur morgan

he left you for no more than four minutes to get some stuff from the general store, and when he glances out the window he sees someone chatting you up and you looking extremely uncomfortable.

immediately storms out of the store, forgetting to pay- so he's got stolen items in his bag now- and marches straight up to the guy

"this man botherin' you, darlin'?" he asks, gesturing to the man who seems offended. arthur can only laugh in the creep's face when he asks who arthur is.

your hands on arthur's bicep makes his chest swell with pride; and he immediately explains that he's your boyfriend.

the man, intimidated by your lover, spits a venomous insult at you before storming off

arthur smiles as you kiss his cheek and thank him- but the moment is soon interrupted by the angry shopkeeper who wants arthur to pay for the stuff he had in his bag.

john marston

he. is. pissed.

immediately runs up to the man and shoves him away from you, getting in his face and squaring up.

if arthur knew what the word simp was, he'd call john it everyday, bc thats kinda how he's acting.

you just have to watch as john challenges the man to a fistfight- and thats when you have to step in because john is absolutely shit at fist fighting.

your hands on his chest and your soft words are enough to make john back down, and he dismisses the man immediately.

as soon as the creep leaves, john hugs you protectively, apologising for making a scene and offers to buy you whatever you want from his cut from the recent robbery he did

please reassure him that everything's fine because he will beat himself up for 'ruining' your evening

sean macguire

this man never leaves your side, he's like your personal guard dog

in fact- he notices the man sauntering over immediately, and decides to watch carefully just in case he was reading the situation wrong

however, body language to sean is everything, and the way the stranger cocks a hip, leans in and mutters something in your ear- to which you recoil and immediately look to your lover- is enough to make sean swoop into action

argues with the man immediately when you look at him, and grabs your hip protectively to pull you behind himself

sean- the guard dog he is- will literally start barking at the man if he doesn't leave. it's very comedic to watch but it eventually works because the guy starts to feel awkward and leaves.

sean will immediately spin around and hug you, asking for a kiss because he saved you... but at the end of the day, sean's hero complex is sated and he's extremely happy

charles smith

this boy is so fucking tall and built- he's just naturally intimidating to most men

all he has to do is walk up behind you and glare at the man harassing you to make him turn and run

you're obviously a little confused, and then you turn around and see charles smiling innocently at you.

"was he bothering you, my love?" he asks, smile so innocent yet so smug- he's kinda proud of himself for getting the man away from you without causing a fight

(not that he wouldn't fight for you- he just prefers little conflict when it's not necessary)

if you're still upset, he takes you around town and spoils you as much as he can to cheer you up <3

if the guy walks past again, he will definitely glare at the man whilst wrapping his arm around your shoulders until he's out of view

he's petty like that

micah bell

as soon as he sees the man trying to chat you up from across the bar, micah sees red

he practically flies over the bar and lunges at the creep, socking him square in the jaw

this obviously devolves into a bar brawl- with micah and the harasser in the spotlight of it all

eventually, you manage to get to your boyfriend and grab his arm to try and pull him out of the fight- but micah's elbow jerks on instinct so he elbows you in the nose

as soon as you yelp, he turns around and noticed what's happened; and god he feels awful

knocks the guy out with a bottle to the head, and grabs your hand to lead you from the saloon and into the quiet street

presses a rag to your nose and apologises quietly- you can literally see the guilt in his eyes, he looks like a kicked dog

when you assure him it's alright, he visibly deflates with relief. showers you with kisses to show how sorry he is for the entire situation

micah's hand will never leave your hip until you two are back at camp and in bed; then he's hugging you and asking if you're okay after the whole night

lets you lay on his chest and talks to you until you fall asleep- always assuring you that no creep's gonna get their hands on you so long as he's alive

kieran duffy

this poor boy is absolutely petrified

but... he has to stand up for you! he has to help you! you're his partner!

you helped him when he was tied to that tree, so he marches over with fake confidence and confronts the guy harassing you

as soon as the man replies with a snarky comment, kieran's confidence dissipates and he's a stammering mess

"i-i said leave 'em alone!"

holds up his fists to fight the guy, but in reality keiran has absolutely no clue how to fight- he can barely shoot a can off a wall let alone fight someone

sooo- he gets his ass kicked, but he did it for love!

spends the rest of the evening getting patched up by you as he asks if you're okay

"i'm alright, sweetheart! promise, it's just a scratch... are you alright?"

will literally cry if you are grateful, he sees himself as a failure and is embarrassed that he got his ass beat in front of you- but knowing that you don't care and that you're just happy he's okay sends him over the moon <3

javier escuella

he's sat aside from you, and he puts his trust in you to handle the situation.

watches the guy's every move- its only when the guy goes to grab you that javier jumps up and snatches the guy's wrist.

turns out the fella had friends, so it's technically javier versus four people

javi is a fierce fighter compared to others, and he's passionate about keeping you safe, so he's both protecting you from the guys and fighting them

eventually, after one of them gets a fair punch on javi's side, he gets tired of the combat and draws his knife, giving a warning swipe in their direction

they get nervous around the weapon and immediately scatter, making javier holster it again.

you lover immediately turns to you, hugging you tightly as his adrenaline wears off.

ignores your attempts at pampering him and makes your safety and comfort his top priority

considering the situation, you're extremely shaken up, so javi gently rubs your arms, gives you kisses and takes you home

as soon as your safe in his tent, javier feels like he can fully relax, but still stays alert incase anyone had tailed the two of you home

he'd protect you in exchange for his life- even if you hate it- but javier's not going to let anything hurt you, even if it kills him.

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My savior

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Getting kidnapped is bad, that much is obvious. But getting kidnapped by a nest if vampires? Is undeniably worse.

Warnings: Conon typical gun violence, swearing, graphic descriptions of blood loss, kidnapping, mentions of SA, implied SA, nonconsensual touching, beheading, graphic descriptions of blood, comfort, heavy angst, loss

The last thing you remember was stumbling out of bar, your bestfriend attached to your hip as you laughed about something that had happened in the building. Now, you woke up; bound to a post in the middle of a huge barn. You tried tugging on the material, seeing if it was loose enough to slip your hands out of. But, of course, it was incredibly tight. The light in the barn was faint, it was there, but there wasn’t nearly enough to fully see your surroundings.

You looked around to see your friend laying limp against her post, her neck stained with a dark liquid. Was it.. blood? No, that was impossible, right? You asked yourself. But the more you looked at the area, the more it trickled down her neck, traveling down her pale skin. “hey,” You called out to her hesitantly. You knew it was a stupid idea to make it known that you were awake, but that was the least of your worries right now. You waited a few moments for a response but, she didn’t reply, she didn’t raise her head, and worst of all. She didn’t move an inch from her hunched over position.

Good god, what did you do? You asked yourself, trying to stay calm. If there's one thing you knew about being held hostage, its to try and comply the best that you could. You’ve watched a few episodes of NCIS, but this was totally different. Her neck was bitten into. That’s what really struck the fear into your bones. Would they do the same to you? Would they do something worse? You knew you were pretty, you had the talk about a scenario like this with your mother when you started developing, but it seemed impossible to happen to you. Until now that is.

Hearing the barn door creek open drew your attention to it, your anxiety rising. You watched the door intently, seeing a lengthy man walk in. He had the crimson shade staining his mouth, small tricklest coating his neck. This was bad, and little did you know it was about to get a whole lot worse. He watched you as closely as you were watching him. A sick, sinister smirk laying atop of his red lips. “What.. What do you want?” You asked, you hated how weak you sounded, how your voice was quivering with fear. But that’s exactly what he wanted, to provoke fear into you.

Cocking his head to the side, he squatted down Infront of you. His blood soaked hand, gabbing your chin gently. You winced in disgust, trying to turn your head the opposite direction as your eyes screwed shut. He examined your face, taking in your prominent features. You felt his eyes moving from your face, to the small dress you were taken in, and you hated that you decided to wear something so simple as that. Tsking, he moved his hand from your chin to your cleavage that was spewing out of your dress.

You jolted away the best you could at his unwelcomed touch. He scowled under his breath, retracting his hand. You half expected him to tear the top of his dress off at your slight struggle, but what you didn’t expect was for him to shove his nose in the crock of your neck. You turned away in revolte as he dragged in a deep breath through his nose. he was smelling you, what the hell was this guy? Just as you watched him pull away a bit, you saw him stop to where you could see him clearly. Opening his mouth, he made a hissing noise, sharp teeth baring down from his gum line.

When you saw them, your throat tightened up. He was a Vampire? They were real? You watched, frightened, as he retracted them back into his gums. He shot you that same, threatening smirk before turning and walking towards the door of the barn, leaving you to your own devices yet again. You head was spinning with a million thoughts. How were they actually real? If they’re real.. does that mean everything else is real? You couldn’t wrap your head around the thought of your friend getting the literal blood sucked from her body.

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You cried out weakly in pain as the vamp sunk his teeth back into your neck for what felt like the fifth time today. You don’t know how long you’ve been here for, you don’t know if it’s night or day. You don’t know why someone anyone hasn’t came looking for you today. You were their “feeding pouch” as they called it. A couple times a day, they would come around and feed off of you, leaving you weak; on the verge of death. But they never let it get that far, they would rebuild your strength again for a week after straight feeding, before repeating the same process.

You were helpless, afraid, and you felt absolutely violated. There was one vamp imparticalar who would do more than just suck your blood. Your dress was forgotten, leaving you in your flimsy undergarments. It was a living hell, and you prayed, and prayed, and prayed for a miracle. You missed your home, you missed college, you missed your mom, you missed your old life dramatically. You always wondered what you did to deserve this, what if you never went out that night, would they have taken a different woman?

Laying limp against the post, you felt a tear run its way down your face as they finally left the barn. Your wrists were gnawed raw by how much you tugged on the ropes, by how much of a fight you put up. You refused to die like this, you refused to go down without a fight. You knew that even if you got out, you wouldn’t be able to fight any of them, not with how weak you were. You felt your eyes drifting shut, to weak to keep them open much longer. The last thing you heard was a loud thud of the vamp keeping guard outside of the barn.

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“Hey, Hey you’re okay,” A voice cooed at you, helping you off the ground. After realizing you were getting swept up into a strong pair of arms, you squirmed around. Petrified that they would take you into their home, having their way with you before ultimately killing you off. “Shh, you’re safe, it’s okay.” The voice said again, and at that, you used the last of your strength to pry your eyes open. There was man carrying you, different from the ones that “visited” you in the barn.

One of his arms was tucked under your head, the other one was under your knees. “Sammy, get the door open,” He said urgently, that’s the last thing you heard before your eyes drifted shut again. The image of your savior was replaying in your conscience, keeping slipping into that warm light that was seeping into your brain inch by inch.

After what felt like forever, your eyes opened once again. The first thing you noticed was that you were in a big t-shirt, reading the band “Led Zeppelin”. You were no longer tied to a post, but rather laying in a bed with a bandage covering your neck. You felt horrible, everything hurt. You swallowed thickly, your throat impossibly dry, looking around you realized you weren’t in a hospital; but in a bedroom. This made your panic set back in, your breathing picking up.

The door creaked open, and in walked the same man that carried you out of that barn from hell. He saw panic clouding your eyes, the way your chest was rising and falling rapidly. “Whoa, whoa hey,” He said softly, holding his hands out Infront of him. In a way it made him seem less threatening, making your breathing even out in the slightest. “Where am I?” You crocked out, as he lowered his hands. “You’re in my room.. it was the best idea.” “I don’t even know your name.” You said after him, making a small grin break out onto his face.

“I’m Dean, my brother and I saved you from the barn,” That made more sense, and he could see the relief that flooded your eyes at the mention of those.. things being dead. “What.. where those vampires?” You questioned, making him sigh a bit. “Yes, they were” You couldn’t believe it, upou knew what you experienced but had they actually slayed that many vampires? All alone? “Look, sweetheart, there's.. things out there,” He began, catching your attention effortlessly.

After he explained everything, it turned your world upside down. Hell and heaven were actually real? Monsters were real, demons, angles alike. Your thoughts drifted from that subject to your bestfriend. Was she okay? Did she make it? “What about the other girl? Was she okay?” Dean thought about how he should say this, she was dead when they got there. But that wasn’t something he should just blurt out, especially not now. “Look.. she,.. she didn’t make it,” he said after getting the wording right. You were afraid he was gonna say that.

If you hadn’t chosen that bar, she would still be here. This is your fault your thoughts shot at you, and you couldn’t help but believe them. After processing what Dean had said, a tear trickled from your eye to your cheek. Dean didn’t hesitate to lay hand on your knee in support. That day, you swore to get back at those monsters, to get revenge for your best friends’ death. Sam and Dean happily took you under their wing, showing you all the ropes after you were fully healed.

You would go visit your mother from time to time, telling her the same thing every time. “I met a guy, and we live together now”. Half of it was true at least.

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