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Whumpril 2023 - Day 19 | Choking

Pairing: Ben Wade x fem!reader

Words: 1389

Warnings: death, violence, mentions of past abuse, sexual allusions

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There had always been this nagging feeling inside you. The fear that the husband you left would one day find you and ruin your now happy life. It had taken you a while but with Ben you had found a real and true love and a better life. With his patience, kindness and love he had managed to help you through one of your worst phases and help you find trust again. What remained was said fear of discovery which he could not blow off, except for assuring you that if that happened, he would be there for you. So when you saw your husband march into the little camp where Ben had left you while he was collecting firewood you froze and tried to hide your face by looking down. You felt as if you couldn’t get enough air and your heart was bumping against your ribs like crazy that you were sure he must hear it even at the distance.

“You there” he called and a short flicker of hope went through you. It seemed like he hadn’t recognized you… “Would you happen to know where Wade is?”

“He’s back shortly” you replied, trying to disguise your voice a little.

“Oh well then… mind if I keep you company?” you made a hand movement to tell him you didn’t care. He sat down opposite you and you tried to hide a little more “So who’re you anyways?”

“Traveling with them” you muttered.

“Apart from the rest of the gang?”

“They had a job to do. Wade came with me” it wasn’t that much of a lie, the gang actually was ‘working’ while Ben wanted some time off with you in Mexico.

“Fair enough” hoping the talk was over you wondered how he hadn’t recognized you yet while you had known who he was right from the start. Maybe because he wasn’t the one who had to be paranoid. Or because he actually didn’t really remember you that well. You hoped for the latter because it would mean you were safe. “Not very talkative, are you?”

“No, just tired” you cleared your throat as another wave of fear washed through you “What do you want here? From him?” maybe that would distract him.

“Heard some rumors. That he got something of mine” this time you visibly winced and started to tremble. Could he really mean you? Did he already know who you were?

“What is it?” you hated how your voice broke.

“Don’t you have an idea what it could be, hmm?” he had gotten up, strode over to you and although you just wanted to run, you couldn’t move. He placed a foot on the stone next to you and his hand went under your chin, forcing your head up “Hello sweetheart” how you wished you could just drop dead or disappear right now.

“Let me go” you whispered. Grabbing your chin harder

“Now that’s new… you trying to speak up for yourself. Guess that time away didn’t do you any good” he tutted at you and you closed your eyes in fear while your hands were trying to reach for your gun. Unfortunately, he noticed and gripped your wrist instead, twisting it painfully until you dropped the weapon. “Stupid bitch” he shouted and gave you a hard push before starting to hit you. With a shriek you stumbled back and fell over the stone you had been sitting on. But it didn’t stop you for long and you tried to crawl away until he grabbed you by the back of your head, pulling you back up by the hair. “You know… in a way I’m not too mad ‘bout this. Means I can teach and break you again. And make you pay for thinking you could just run away from me” not knowing what else to do, you let out a scream, hoping Ben would hear it and come to help.

“I will not go with you. I’d rather die”

“Oh we’ll see about that” digging your fingers hard into the back of your neck, he started dragging you away until he suddenly stopped and whipped the two of you around. In the distance you could see Ben running towards you and you cried out his name, feeling tears in your eyes. Something sharp dug into your chin what turned out to be a knife “Stop right where you are and drop your weapon, Wade and she might get out of this alive”

“Richardson.” Ben’s voice was calm but just threatening. It made you shiver. Suddenly there was a flicker in Ben’s eyes and he seemed like he’d just seen a ghost. “That explains a lot of things” his gaze flickered to you. Right, you had never told him that your husband was a desperado and it would seem that he had just made that connection who he was to you himself. “Let her go”

“Now Wade, I would very much hate to kill you, I just want back what belongs to me” he dug the knife a little deeper and you felt it break through your skin. “Let go of your gun and kick it over to me” you didn’t know why Ben listened even though you begged him not to. But you figured he saw red when your husband started to hit you again because Ben didn’t do as he said.

“If you consider her your property you don’t deserve her. Not that you do anyways”

“Put your hands behind your head and turn around” again, Ben did as told. Your husband gave you a hard push and also kicked your stomach that you fell over. It seemed like he wanted to do more but in that moment Ben leapt at him, trying to pull him away from you. It wasn’t before long that, much to your dismay, your husband won the upper hand, wrapped an arm around Ben’s throat and started choking him. “You wanted it that way” he growled “Because as I said, I don’t like being parted from my wife”

“She will never go back with you ‘cause she’s with me now” Ben growled, still trying to fight the other man off. Somehow you wanted to do something but didn’t know what. There had to be a way to help Ben. And also make sure you could stay with him! Anger rushed through you and that was when you remembered the knife you hid under your skirts, for emergencies as Ben had said. With trembling hands you took it into a firm grip and slowly got to your feet.

“Oh, so you give her love, teach her liking to be fucked and think she’ll choose you, huh?” Ben chuckled, then let out a little cough.

“Nah I gave he a knife, teach her how to use and know she’ll choose for herself” at first your husband laughed but then he suddenly turned around and in panic you just shut your eyes and thrust the knife forward, not caring if you hit him or where. When you heard his groan of pain you winced but at the same time pulled back only to try and stab him again. “(Y/N)” you heard Ben “That’s enough, I got him” there was a crack and when you opened your eyes saw Ben letting go of your husband who slumped to the ground. For a while you stared down at him, panting and not sure what to think. Not even knowing if he still was alive or not “(Y/N)” slowly Ben came closer, placing a hand over the one that held the knife “It’s alright. It's over”

“I-is he…?” you swallowed and let the knife hand sink down. Gently, he gave it a squeeze

“He’s gone. He won’t ever hurt you again. Never. You’re safe now” you gave a reluctant nod, feeling tears in your eyes. “Shhh” he took another step closer, taking your other hand as well. You shook your head and when he let go of you, probably thinking his touch was once again too much for you, now that your old wounds were ripped open, you moved closer and threw yourself around his neck, starting to cry freely, while he hugged you back gently, rubbing your back soothingly. “Everything will be alright. You’ll be fine and I’ll be taking care of you. Always”

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victimofdiskjord · 11 months

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big rant abt my smr dr experience??? i think??? tw; sh

tbh tho at the time i was doing that shit i WAS um.. pretty (does that twirly finger thing around my head????) at the time of making those baitposts. I dont mind ppl finding my idenity now because ik thats just another annoying fuck i dont have to talk to.. ever! i just dont send it HERE cause.. well.. thats too easy <3 I thought that ppl were gonna harass me to no end, and tbh i DID get some.. really.. fucked up anons from just being annoying back then and ig i thought itd go to my fr account too. (racism, death threats, ableism, and MORE! this starter pack rocks!) Idk why people were so obsessed with finding my fucking dragon porn game identity though. like okay ???? #69837 aint my address dumbass... I joined this fr drama server because anons kept telling my (paranoid + rude ass) to go and shit it up cause "ppl were talking shit abt me" and i was like oh my god its time to catch HANDS!!!! i still hv an archive of the super duper dm-fight but.. the owner said "whatever goes in server stays there" so well. i calmly deleted the sses </3

idk why they were upset I uh. showed off their tag when they were fucking EXCITED to tell evryone mine, though...like i went "OH OH sorry, ill add it" and this dude was fucking shaking his hands jumping for joy to fucking do it for me. calm down butthead!!!!!!

i think a huge root of my rudeness and.. assholish attitude was my paranoia...and larp-craziness. i was scared for my damn life.. when i typed that shit up i was genuinely shaking n talking to myself for hours afterward Im still upset that people decided to take my thoughts of watning to send ppl my scars etc to face value, but tbh its fr. fr ppl are stupid. I was genuinely in a fucked up place and i was using making myself a "cringe, annoying troll punching bag" as coping mech.. when it was ACTUALLY making things worse.. and well. dr+smr people realllly didnt help. literally egging me on to continue to hurt myself and stuff in my inbox... people calling me a fucking evil person who sends people things ive never sent to anyone ever and never actually would.

people used me venting fucking AGAINST me and painted me as a villain when all i wanted was.. to make people laugh. but it turned into ppl laughing at ME, and not the jokepost.. people took my stop posting abt amongus copypasta so serious, got mad abt me wanting a stinky fujo coomer dragon npc.. list goes on.. i took pleasure in making ppl mad at me, but it also hurt a fuckton

i mean.. now i can laugh abt how much of a dumb bitch i was. nothing i posted since then has ever been that successful. or cringe. or annoying... lol.. some people has asked me to post again but.. idk. i just wanna be normal now. int with the people who havent blocked me yet.. ik thye hate me but i hope that one day they restalk my blog and decide to be neutral towards me again..

until then um..

dear anti anti exalters: YOU PISS ME THE FUCK OFF. oh yeah.. YOU KNOW WHO I AMMM, KAGURAA!

bye :)

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loving-barnes · 2 years

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Vendetta - Manhattan (2)

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Mob ! Boss Y/N Fox (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

Warning: language, violence, blood, bit angst, mentions of murder

Autor’s note: I tried to edit this as much as possible. Sorry for mistakes. Enjoy and please let me know if you like it. I suck and writing summaries.

Viewer discretion is advised.

Word count: 4800+

Part One - Kitty

Vendetta Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Manhattan (2)

“Y/N? Y/N! Where, the fuck, are you?” Danny was pacing through the whole mansion, trying to find his sister.

His leopard patterned bathrobe was flowing around him as he kept running around, searching each room to find her. His hair was greasy and messy. Danny woke up fifteen minutes ago. His eyes were covered in smudged black eyeliner and he smelled like weed. His day would usually start around four in the afternoon. Today was no exception.

Danny huffed, running down the stairs into the basement. There was one last room he didn't check - the gym. When he barged into the room, he found his sister punching a boxing bag. Her body was coated in sweat, hair wet from the workout. Every time she hit the bag, the sound made his heart clench. He couldn’t deny she was intimidating. What happened to his ugly little sister?

“Y/N, do you need Scott today?” he asked her and leaned against the door frame, eyes never leaving her figure while she worked out.

She looked at him, rolling her eyes when she noticed what he was wearing. “No,” she replied strictly and then continued with her workout.

“Fine, thanks. Don’t wait for me,” he sang.

He was ready to leave but she stopped him. “And where do you think are you going?”

Daniel smirked and turned around on his heel. “I have a meeting today.”

“With whom?” she raised a brow. Y/N didn’t like how nonchalant he was about it. It was Danny; of course, he was up to no good.

He licked his lower lip. “That is none of your business, dear sister.”

She took off one of her gloves and threw it at him, hitting his chest. “Don’t you fucking play with me and answer me when I ask a question. With who do you have a meeting? And you better fucking answer me; otherwise, I will smash your head against the nearest wall and then you won’t go anywhere.”

With a huff, he said, “fine, you crazy bitch. I’m meeting with some girls in Manhattan.”

“I’m sorry, what? Did you say Manhattan? Are you fucking dumb?” she raised her voice. “Do you have a death wish?”

“Please, don’t be paranoid, Y/N. I don’t give a fuck if it is Stark’s territory. I’m going there to have a good time and take a break from your crazy ass, constant yelling and threatening my life.”

Yelena entered the gym, all dressed up as she came straight from a business meeting. She wore an all-black office suit and pumps. She had her hair in a messy bun. “Hey, Stinky,” she greeted Danny with a scowl. “Did you shower today?”

“Fuck you, Yelena,” he flipped her off and left them.

Y/N took off the other glove and threw it on the ground, pissed at the encounter. “Fucked up brain,” she mumbled under her nose. “The only thing he has on his mind is drugs, booze and sex.”

“What happened?” Yelena took a seat at the nearest bench, crossing her legs.

Y/N ran to her phone that was sitting next to a water bottle, and quickly dialled Scott’s number, waiting for him to pick up the call. “Scott, listen here,” she was fuming. “You’ll be my brother’s driver for tonight but, here’s the catch. That pothead is going to Manhattan.”

“What the fuck,” Yelena sighed under her nose.

“If anything goes to shit, immediately call me, alright?” Y/N continued as she waited for Scott’s confirmation. Once the call ended, she turned back to Yelena. “Why can’t I have a normal family?”

“And where’s the fun in that?” she smiled. “Why is Stinky going to Manhattan?”

Y/N shrugged, not knowing the answer. “He claims that he’s going there to have a good time with some skanks. If Stark finds him, he’s going to chop off his balls. I don’t give a fuck if he does that, that’s on my brother. However, if he slips anything about how our family runs at the moment, about our father or me, I will tie him to his bed, drug him and take his organs out that I will sell.”

“You really love your brother,” Yelena stated.

Without a word, Y/N grabbed her towel and went into the dressing room. It had an en-suite bathroom with a giant walk-in shower. She washed her tension away, trying to clear her mind with a cold shower. Her brother was nothing but trouble.

Irresponsible little prick!

Her family was wrecked, life a mess and Danny wasn’t helping at all. Their father was slowly dying in his bed and she was the one who had to take care of the business and family. There was no way he would get out of the coma. Maybe it was time to have a different approach to everything.

Once she was dressed in clean clothes, she came back to Yelena, who was still on a bench, surfing on her phone, and waiting for her to get back. Y/N put a smile on her face. “I think it is time to do some spring cleaning.”

“As in…?”

Y/N moved forward and her friend followed. “Let’s face it, my father will never recover,” she started explaining. “He wanted me to be the boss, to take care of the family and business. It’s been months and I am stuck in the system he created - and to be honest, it fucking sucks. It’s nothing but chaos and that must change immediately.”

They entered the kitchen where they met with Peter. He was sitting behind the counter, focused on his laptop. He had a cup of coffee, next to the device, that was already half empty.

“Ah, we have guests,” Y/N commented. She turned to the fridge and took out a bottle of cold sparkling water. “What brings you here, Parker?”

Peter never visited this mansion unless it was necessary. He was too young, too innocent, but he loved doing his job. Peter even had a tiny crush on Y/N. It was adorable, but younger boys weren’t her thing.

“W-we have a situation,” he stuttered and then cleared his throat. “I was able to do some more digging and have discovered that Tony Stark and James Barnes will have a meeting this Sunday in Lotus, Bronx.”

“Anything particular they will be discussing?” she came closer to him and glanced at the monitor.

He quickly nodded and started to type on the keyboard. “I was able to get their calls and emails.” Peter took out one of the phone calls and played it for her.

Tony: Barnes, I’m calling you regarding our last discussion and I agree, that we should meet in the neutral zone and go over our possibilities. The sooner we get rid of Foxes, the better.

James: Do we have anything on them, except what Pierce gave us? You know you can’t fully trust Hydra, right?

Tony: I think he presented us with enough evidence and information that Foxes are nothing but a threat. But, in all honesty, I want to work only with you and split Queen with the Wolves. I don’t give a shit about Hydra.

James: I think we need to discuss it in private. Let’s meet at the usual spot, Sunday, at 9 PM.

“Why are they talking about Hydra? Is there something I’m missing here?” Yelena asked when the call ended.

Y/N sighed and hid her face in her hands, frustrated. Yelena didn’t know a lot of things. In all honesty, Y/N had a lot to do these past few months and she too had difficulty keeping up with everything. “Yes,” she nodded, growling. “There is so much more you don’t know about. I don’t know where to start. It’s a shit ton of information.”

“Well, try from the beginning.” Yelena seemed frustrated, which Y/N understood. She was hiding some secrets but always wanted to share them with her when the time was right.

Y/N straightened her back and looked into Yelena’s eyes. “Call everyone to meet us here, tomorrow evening. We will have a chat where I will explain everything that happened in the last few years. Also, I will reform the system this family runs on.”

Yelena was her friend for years, but she became her right hand the moment Y/N took the role of a boss. She needed someone trustworthy, and tough. Yelena Belova was perfect for the role. They had a lot in common and she was with Y/N through thick and thin.

“What about Stinky?”

“I’ll deal with my brother, Yelena,” and she looked into her green eyes. “I should have cleaned this shit a lot sooner. Maybe now it’s the right time. We don’t need war. We need to cease fire and fix what can still be fixed.”

“What can I do for you Y/N?” Peter asked her gently. He never wanted to cross a line with her. He knew she could be cruel, brutal and mad, but that’s what intrigued him so much.

She stroked his cheek gently and grinned. “You just be cute and do as you’re told. Imma give you some extra cash if you do extra work that I’ll need for tomorrow evening.”

“What is it?”

Y/N turned her whole body to him and put both hands on his shoulders. “I’m going to need a lot of data from the last 8 - 10 years - anything you can find on Hydra, Wolves or Starks. However, the crucial years are the last two. This is the period we became enemies with the rest of the underground. Well, my father did. I know it’s a lot, but I will pay you in diamonds if you manage to give me as much as possible.”

“Um, s-sure,” Peter nodded. “Whatever you need, boss. I’ll get right to it.”

“Wanna stay here for the night?” Y/N offered him. “We have some spare rooms and a good internet connection. You’ll find here everything you need.”

He saved the files and closed the laptop. “Actually, I need to get to my place where I have everything secured and ready for work. I’ll be here tomorrow at seven, is that alright?”

She nodded with a smile. “As you wish. See ya later, Peter,” she waved her hand as she saw him leaving the kitchen.

Yelena took Peter’s seat and looked at her friend. “Sing, Fox. I know you are the boss but I need to know more. What am I missing?”

“Well,” she sighed and turned around to face her. She leaned her arm against the counter and rested her head on her hand. “The moment my father discovered my potential, I was able to attend some of the meetings that were happening around Queens.

“During one of those, I met with Pierce from Hydra. That old hag had a gift to talk, let me tell you. But I quickly caught on to his intentions. He was manipulating my father. That son of a bitch even persuaded my father that Wolves and Starks were behind my mother’s death.

“His mental health was damaged; he needed help but wouldn’t want to hear anything about it. Therefore, he was an easy target and they played with him as if he was a puppet.

“I was there when Pierce told him that Wolves stole his weapons and that they worked with Stark to get rid of our family. None of it was true, I am sure of it. My mission was to show my father the truth. Unfortunately, that turned into my disadvantage. He thought I was immature and needed to be taught discipline if I wanted to become a good boss. That’s why he enrolled me into the military and sent me away.”

“Shit,” Yelena gasped. “I always thought it was simply due to rivalry. I had no idea.”

“No one had,” said Y/N. “I need more documents and a lot of evidence that I will present to our men. Once this is done and taken care of, I might have to bury the hatchet with the Wolves and Starks.”

Yelena started to laugh. “You think that is a good idea?”

“No, but I might have to set the record straight and show everyone who the real enemy is. This also means I can’t hide in the shadows anymore.”

“Wow,” the blonde woman shook her head. “Are you ready for that step?”

Y/N snickered. “I love being incognito. They don’t know how I look; hell, they still think I am the one called Diamond in the family,” and the laugh became louder. “It was fun, playing with them the last few months; however, now it’s time to do some serious work.”

That was the moment Yelena grinned at her boss and stood up from the stool. “Why not enjoy this fun one more night?” she took her hands and made her stand up too. “Stinky is going to Manhattan. I suggest we go too and keep an eye on him. Remember how we used to drive around New York and climb on the buildings, watching the city from above at night?”

Y/N knew where this was going. As a boss, she was supposed to dismiss this idea. However, as a person who loved the adrenaline, she nodded and wrapped her arm around Yelena’s shoulder. “Why can’t you be my sister?”

“We are sisters, just not by blood,” she replied.

Together, they ran into Y/N’s room where they changed clothes. Both put on all black outfits – leggings, converse shoes, shirt and jackets. Y/N had a leather jacket while Yelena kept a blazer. Usually, Yelena would borrow some clothes from Y/N if she was supposed to stay the whole day in the mansion.

Y/N brushed her hair into a high ponytail and put on light make-up. She couldn’t wear anything extravagant due to the motorbike helmet she would wear later.

“Can we stop for dinner?” Yelena asked.

“Sure, what would you like to eat?” Y/N threw her an empty thigh holster for a gun.

“How about pizza? It’s been weeks since I had a pizza. We could stop by at Nanna’s pizzeria? Their pizza is the best, plus, the owner likes us both,” she smiled and fastened the holster over her thigh.

They left the room and headed to the garage where several of Attila's cars were parked. Both women went straight to their motorcycles. Y/N’s was a black-purple Ducati 749 she received from her father when she returned from the military. Yelena owned the newest matte black Suzuki. She was able to buy with the pay she received from Y/N.

“What kind of gun should I pick?” the blonde kept thinking out loud, already watching the door that led to weaponry. It was a tough call. Behind that door, there was everything a mobster could dream of.

Ten minutes later, they were on their way to Nanna’s pizzeria where they ordered a pepperoni which they split. Yelena was right, it was the best pizza. Both women talked to the owner of the restaurant. Because it was an older couple and Y/N did have a good heart, even though her reputation preceded her, she forgave them a loan they took from her family. Of course, there was a condition – pizza on the house for both ladies.

Danny is in La Biblioteca – a text from Scott said.

It was after ten in the evening when they left the restaurant. They had a nice chat and needed to rest after the good food. The girls talked about everything but work, trying to feel normal for a second.

It all stopped once they arrived in Manhattan. They parked their bikes two blocks away from the club Danny was in. Because the bar was situated in a residential street, they were able to get to a rooftop with the perfect view of the street and the entrance to the bar. They could even see Scott’s car parked down the street, farther from the club.

“Such beautiful view,” Yelena kept turning around, looking at the buildings.

“I must admit something,” Y/N said out of the blue which got her friend’s attention. “I had a dream with the Wolf.”

“Oh, a spicy one?” she grinned. “Miss Fox, do you have a crush on him?”

She scoffed. “No. I’m not fifteen. In the dream, his hands were all over my body. Thinking back, I quite enjoyed it.” A shiver ran down her spine. “I don’t know what to think about it. His hands felt good, but in real life, if he touched me like that, I would punch him in the dick.”

“Men suck, believe me,” Yelena sat down on the edge of the building. Her feet dangled in the air. “The last one I dated stole money from me. I put a knife under his neck and stole his wallet. Now, I am all about one-night-stands.”

“Hot,” Y/N laughed. “I mean, Barnes deserves nothing more than to pay for his behaviour – just like some of the girls from High School did.”

Yelena knew what she was talking about. She was there when Y/N buried one bitch alive for all the bullying and mental abuse. First, she had beaten her face until she was unrecognizable. Her nose was bleeding and her face was red and swollen. Then, with Yelena’s help, they threw her into a casket and buried her in an abandoned cemetery in Queens.

She had a list of names and slowly was crossing off their names. The truth was, she didn’t kill every single girl that mistreated her. There was a girl who completely changed once she grew up. She had a family and was on her best behaviour. She was working in Queens, in a company that was under the protection of Foxes. Y/N spared her life but forced her to pay extra to stay alive.

“How many have you killed so far?” Yelena asked.

“Four and one spared. If one of them comes my way, it is the last of her days in this world.”

Y/N took a seat next to Yelena as her phone rang. She put her helmet down next to her. When she was sitting, she took out the device from the inside pocket of her jacket. She looked at the display and smiled from ear to ear. “Hi Wade,” she said overly sweetly. “How was your vacation?”

Wade: It’s been nice. Very romantic, very us. Thanks for the few days off, my little foxy.

Y/N put the phone on speaker so that Yelena could also hear the call. “Hi Pool Boy,” she greeted him.

Wade: Oh, of course, you two would be together. Princess Peach and Little Fox, sitting in a tree…

“Yes, we can hear the vacation more than helped. How is ‘Nessa?” asked Y/N.

Wade: Good. We’ve been fucking like rabbits the whole week. We did this thing with spread legs and-

Yelena huffed. “Oh my god stop talking, you dipshit. I don’t want to know about your sex life with Vanessa.” Y/N was only laughing. “It’s disgusting.”

Wade: As if you never have done the dirty stuff, Lenka. What are you doing now, ladies?

“We are in Manhattan, sitting on top of a building, watching my brother, who is an idiot and decided to party in Stark’s territory,” Y/N explained. “He’s in La Biblioteca right now. By the way, I’m glad you called. Tomorrow evening - my place. We have a meeting and you must be there.”

Wade: La Biblioteca and you haven’t called me?

Yelena watched the street like a hawk when she noticed Barnes and his two boys walking out of a car. She quickly nudged Y/N’s shoulder and made her look. “Shit gotta go, Wade. See you tomorrow.”

Wade: Do you need help?

“Nah,” she sighed and stood up. “We’re good. Bye.”

Barnes, Rogers and Wilson entered the bar. Some of his men stayed on the street, guarding the entrance. Y/N quickly sent a text to Danny and Scott, informing them about the situation.

“Any plan?” Yelena asked as she took a gun out of the holster and loaded it. “Because I have one,” and she pointed the gun towards the club. Before Y/N could react, she shot one bullet and was able to hit Barnes’s car.

The strong voices of Wolves could be heard around, reverberating through the streets. “Take cover, take cover!”

Y/N put on her helmet to cover her identity, as Yelena did. “That wasn't wise,” Y/N said. “But it worked as a distraction.”

“There, on top of the building!” said one man and a gunshot started towards their direction. The shot whizzed close to them.

Both women backed away and ran towards the fire stairs. Yelena hid the gun back in its holster to have free hands.

“Alright, my mistake,” said the blonde and quickly followed Y/N.

The men’s voices were getting closer. “Let’s split. Take the inside hallways, I’ll go to the other building. Let’s meet at the bikes,” Y/N ordered. “If anything, call me.”

As ordered, Yelena quickly went through an opened window that led to the hallway and Y/N turned on the stairs and climbed onto the other building. This one had fewer floors, thus she was able to get fast on the roof and ran across it. It had a separate entrance into the building. She opened the door and sneaked in, running down the stairs.

She couldn’t blame Yelena for this. She needed to create a distraction, which she did. This would guarantee that Danny could safely escape the club. On the other hand, she and her friend were now in danger. But that’s what they wanted, right? They wanted a night full of adrenaline.

It took her a good few minutes until she reached the main floor. She had met some residents in the hallways who were looking at her as if she fell from the sky. Y/N still kept her helmet on; only the transparent protective shield for her eyes was up, so she could see well.

Once she was on the street she realised she was now three blocks away from the bikes. Y/N started to run through the streets. She could still hear the sounds of the men who were trying to find them.

Luck wasn’t on her side this time. Once she turned the corner, she was met with Sam Wilson. He was standing a few metres farther away. Y/N quickly closed the shield on the helmet and clenched her fist.

“Buck, I found the shooter,” he said into a phone he was holding next to his ear and then ended the call.

They kept staring at each other, not daring to make a move. Sam put the phone into the back pocket of his pants. “What a surprise, a little girl,” he commented, grinning.

Y/N didn’t wait. She ran towards him and threw a fist at him which he blocked. He was surprised at how fast she was. This wasn’t an ordinary woman, he knew that. Maybe a trained soldier? Even though she was at disadvantage due to the helmet, she was able to hit his face a few times. Sam too had some luck and punched her stomach but it wasn’t enough.

He managed to take off her helmet and throw it on the ground. The man kept staring into her face, wondering if he had ever seen her before. Something seemed familiar.

Y/N threw him to the ground. As he took out his gun, she managed to steal it from him. “Shit,” he shouted.

One more punch and Sam’s nose started to bleed. She pointed the gun between his eyes and cocked her head. “Stay down.”

“Who, the fuck, are you?” Sam asked.

“If I tell you, I’d have to kill you,” she replied and put down the gun. With a click, she put the safety on and put the weapon behind the waist of the leggings she wore. Luckily, they had a strong rubber band and secured the gun nicely. “Nice meeting you, Sam.”

“How do you know my name?” he gasped and his eyes almost popped out of his head.

“Sam!” another voice screamed his name.

When Y/N turned around, her eyes met with Bucky’s. Her breath got stuck in her throat and her body tensed. This was it; he would recognize her, and she was sure of it.

“Kat?” he said the fake name she gave him in the club. He seemed shocked.

The sound of a motorbike got their attention as Barnes took out his gun and aimed it at Y/N. Yelena was driving around with her weapon in hand, shooting in their direction. It was solely to get some distraction for Y/N. There was no intention of hurting someone.

Barnes ducked down to avoid the bullets. This gave Y/N the time to quickly hop on the bike and hug Yelena from behind. The screeching sound hurt their ears. But what Y/N heard was the sound of a bullet going through her right shoulder. She screamed in pain.

“Are you alright?” Yelena shouted through the helmet.

“Just go! I’ll be alright,” she said back and tried to hold onto her for dear life.

The warm liquid was slowly leaking from the wound, staining her clothes and the bike. She knew the wound wasn’t threatening her life. It went through her muscles and got stuck inside, she was sure of it. It wasn’t the first time she was shot. It still hurt like a bitch.

Yelena rode over the speed limit, trying to get them as far away as possible. She could feel Y/N’s grip over her waist and her head buried on her nape. She was the one who got them into this mess and she felt bad. How could she do this to her boss?

Once they were in Queens, Yelena slowed down and turned her head around. ”We’re going to my place,” she informed Y/N and turned right. Her apartment was only a few blocks away.

It was her old apartment that she kept in case of emergency - and this was one. It had one bedroom and a kitchen connected to the living room. Good thing she had decided to keep the furniture. Both of them would have a place to lay low for the night.

“Y/N, I am so sorry,” Yelena sobbed once they got off the bike and headed upstairs. It was already midnight and the building was completely silent.

Her eyes were red, tears falling down her cheeks. “Nah, it’s good,” Y/N giggled. “We wanted adrenaline and we got something more out of it. My eyes sting from the wind.”

“I don’t find it funny. I shouldn’t have pressed the trigger,” Yelena complained.

When they stepped into the apartment, the blonde locked the doors and turned on the light. The place was cold and covered in dust. It’s been months since she last visited the place. Usually, she would bring her date or a one-night-stand. She never brought a man to her new apartment.

“Nothing changed,” Y/N chuckled as she kept walking around the room. “I remember this place like it was yesterday. Wait, you still have that?” and she pointed at the picture she had next to the TV. It was them in the military.

“Of course I do,” Yelena smiled. “I wanted to remember us in the army. Now, take off the jacket and shirt. I will have a look at the wound,” she instructed.

“Yes, mum,” she sighed and did as told, taking a seat on the couch.

Yelena brought first aid from the bathroom and a bottle of alcohol as disinfection. Her eyes widened as she saw the wound. “Shit, he got you good,” she mumbled and sat behind her boss, getting to work once she put on white rubber gloves.

“He saw my face,” Y/N sighed. “But he called me Kat.” She bit her lower lip as she felt the alcohol on her wound. It burned like hell.

“I need to take out the bullet - it’s going to hurt like a bitch,” Yelena warned her and watched as her friend nodded in understanding.

As her fingers kept working, Y/N was talking and grunting at the same time. “Even Wilson looked as if he knew me from somewhere. It was my fault; I shouldn’t let him take off my helmet.”

Yelena took big sterilised tweezers between her fingers and buried them carefully into the wound, grabbing the piece of metal out. Y/N had a lot to do not to scream in pain. “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Yelena apologised. “It’s out.”

“Fuck! Fucking hell, it hurts.”

“Do you still think it was worth it?”

Y/N shrugged. “I mean, thinking back, it’s my brother’s fault. He should have never gone to Manhattan in the first place. If he stayed on our side, this would never happen.”

“Lesson of the day folks: always blame your brother,” Yelena mumbled under her nose as she kept working on the wound.

Chapter three

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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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Hooked

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ch. lxiv - cowards

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

After sending the last text, Mingi and Jongho didn't waste time and immediately rush to (Y/N)'s room. When they arrived, the door was ajar with Seonghwa standing inside. He was staring blankly around, seemingly confused.

"Hyung, have you been here?" Jongho asked, breaking Seonghwa's trance.

"Y-yeah, I did- she left? Just like that ??" Seonghwa asked, still not believing anything that just happened.

Maybe it was Seonghwa's guilt. The fact that his last interaction with you was him accusing you of being a whore didn't sit right with him. There was a lump in his throat and a heavy feeling on his chest. It felt like he was suffocating.

The three of them stood silently, not knowing what to answer.

As they stood silently, the other boys walked in one by one. Wooyoung walked in first with San in tow, they both immediately took note of the silence and just stared at each other with guilt.

One by one everyone else filled the room, staring blankly at the emptiness and letting sorrow and regret fill them.

"S-so that's it? She left us yet AGAIN after having just came back last night?" Hongjoong asked in disbelief. There was no malice in his tone, there were no ill intentions. He was shocked, surprised at the sudden tension.

Mingi turned to look at the eldest with much disdain, "After what happened to her last night, could you really give her blame?"

inking that Hongjoong felt wronged, as he thought his assumption was justified. To be singled out as such was a little bit too much. "Are you trying to be a hero here?" he asked the taller guy. Mingi scoffed at him, "Hero? You think I have some sort of a complex?" "I don't know, do you? I don't think it's a hero complex, but there must be some sort of a messed up complex in you. Because you've been all over the place and overreacting, acting like a mess when you can't find (Y/N) and yet not saying anything when she was here, letting Yeosang ran his mouth at her, driving her off,"

At the mention of his name, Yeosang spoke up from the corner of the room. "I drove her off? Are you fucking serious?" to which San, who was by his side scoffed, "Weren't you the one who verbally attacked her last night? Calling her out on leaving without any explanation was one thing, but to call her a wandering tramp?" "Okay, I was looking out for all of us. YOU especially, San! You don't know how much it affected me seeing you all broken down and you even fell into depression! As your friend, I was fucking worried!" Yeosang defended himself.

Wooyoung chimed in, scoffing at his long-time friend, "Looking out for us? From what? From who? The woman we love? If you wanna go off on her, that's one hundred percent your choice, but don't use us as your excuse. That's just pathetic, man," he told Yeosang whilst glaring at him.

Seonghwa got in between the two, preventing them both from going at it even further. "Okay, enough with you two, you both can't be fighting during this time. Yeosang might've said some... unnecessary things to (Y/N) last night, but things aren't completely his fault," he reasoned.

Surprisingly, Yunho chimed in, smirking at the older man, "You got that right," he muttered. Yunho's voice was intentionally loud enough for everyone to hear, but still low enough for it to seem snarky.

At his chime, Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows at Yunho, "what's that supposed to mean?" Yunho stepped to Seonghwa while tilting his head as if challenging him, "Don't play dumb, hyung, I heard you last night. Here, you mentioned Yeosang calling (Y/N) names when you basically called her the same thing,"

Whilst the others were left confused, Seonghwa visibly froze. His demeanour changed to a nervous one.

"Yunho, what the fuck are you talking about?" Hongjoong asked.

Yunho looked to the side at Hongjoong casually, "I walked by when I was about to get water last night when I heard yelling from inside her room. Whatever they were talking about, I heard Seonghwa hyung yelling something about (Y/N) staying with guys other than her cousin. The implication was bad, I even heard (Y/N) crying,"

All eyes suddenly shifted to Seonghwa. "Hyung, you made her cry?" San asked, not able to completely believe that Seonghwa was capable of doing that to (Y/N).

Tension rose in the room and suddenly everyone was arguing with each other. All but Jongho who stayed by the sideline, watching the whole thing unfold between his older friends with disappointment in his eyes.

"What happened?" you asked him, appearing by his side out of nowhere.

Jongho sighed before crossing his arms, "They're blaming each other because you left again," he muttered. You frowned and furrowed your eyebrows, "But, I haven't left yet?"

At that, Jongho finally looked at you properly. His eyes widened as wide as they could go, "Oh, hey! You're still here!" He exclaimed loudly, capturing the attention of everyone who was bickering inside.

You stared at them weirdly, "Yeah? Why is that so surprising?"

Mingi stepped out towards you slowly, his hands reached out to grab yours in his softly, "W-we thought you had really left again," he told you, his voice broke from how glad he was.

But that relieved feeling was soon crushed when he heard your answer.

"Well, now I am. I was making sure of something and waiting for Haknyeon to come to pick me up. Since he's here now, I'm... Gonna go," you smiled at them gently. Despite that, there were clear indications that the smile you wore was one of a broken heart.

Seonghwa couldn't help but let his words slip without thinking properly, "You're going back with him and his friends?" to which Yunho immediately nudged him hard on his stomach.

You turn to look at Seonghwa directly. You shook your head at him before answering, "No, I'm not going back to his apartment. Wouldn't be right for me and wouldn't be fair to him. He's just escorting me to my old dorm where I will be staying," you told him. Seonghwa immediately gulped after hearing your answer. He felt bad for jumping to that conclusion, especially after you told him where you were going.

At this point, San had tears brimming in his eyes, blurring his vision, "Wh-why are you going again, (Y/N)? You just got back," he asked as he walked closer to you.

Seeing his tears, you couldn't help but get emotional as well. you let one hand off of Mingi's grasp to cup San's cheek, rubbing it gently with your thumb, "I just have to, Sannie, I'm sorry. I... Just came back up here to tell Mingi and Jongho directly that I'm gonna go now,"

Wooyoung pushed people away to charge directly at you, "Only Mingi and Jongho? That's it? The rest of us didn't even deserve your goodbyes?" there was no resentment in his voice, you noticed. His eyes, however, showed much sorrow.

You sighed and shrugged at him, "With how things went last night, I don't even know if you all wanted to see me again, that's why I tried making my escape as quickly and silently as possible,"

Hongjoong suddenly spoke up, "See, I don't think you wanna leave at all, because if you do, you wouldn't tell us at all and just leave,"

The way he said it set something off in you. Your previous calm demeanour switched within mere milliseconds as you answered Hongjoong bitterly, "of course I don't wanna leave. You think this is easy on me?"

Without realizing it, you slipped your hands off of Mingi's grasp and San's cheek. The others who were in the way moved to the side to let you face Hongjoong directly, slightly afraid of you, "You really think that I came back here just to leave the next day? If so, then not only that you're dead wrong, but you're also an asshole. Every single one of you is acting like I've only been playing around with you all, going back and forth as I please because I don't know what I want. You don't even know why I left. Maybe most of it was because I didn't tell you guys, but part of it was because neither of you even gave me the chance to even explain last night. All of you just turned your backs on me and walked away," you laughed bitterly.

Your words struck them deep. Because they were all true. You might have been the one who started the fight, but they were the ones who delivered the final blow. Not to mention they're male adults who should've been able to communicate and made better decisions. Lastly, there were eight of them and one of you, how was that fair?

The silence and the expression on their faces said a lot, you realized if you were to tell them everything, that was your chance.

So you took a deep breath and spilt everything to them.

You told them about the threat Sunhee gave you, the proof they had, and how they planned on ruining their futures. You told them about how you felt like you didn't have any choice and how you didn't want to make things worse so you just listen to them until you were able to think of something, you wanted to protect them. You also told them how paranoid they made you and how you almost went crazy from worrying over them whilst having to be worried over what those crazy bitches might do.

When you finished talking, you realized that the boys had had tears streaming down their faces. You could see their resolves wilting away and being replaced by regret and shame.

Without even saying anything, Wooyoung pulled you into his arms tightly. He cried, saying how sorry he was for how he acted last night and how he should've trusted you more. Yunho and San wrapped their arms around you too, despite the tears streaming down, they managed to utter how sorry they were for not doing anything. Soon, Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Mingi, and Jongho attached themselves to the growing group hug as well, wordlessly showing their remorse. Despite their lack of words, you understood them just fine.

At that moment, you felt safe, you felt relieved that you were finally able to tell them everything. Things finally seem like they will go back to normal.

Maybe except for one thing.

You lifted your face from where it was nestled in the crook of Wooyoung's neck to meet eyes with the one person who was still rooted in his position.

Yeosang immediately looked away, an attempt you assume was to cover up his own tears.

Though heartbroken that he seemed to still resent you, you took the current win and let yourself bask in the warmth the guys were giving you.

You promised yourself then and there that you wouldn't act so carelessly anymore.

At least not without letting them know.

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ablackfangirlwrites · 3 years

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Jealous

A/n: y'all should already know I really like beyonce and I really like fics inspired by music so this is just a product of that 😘 I linked the song in the title

Also language warning? Da be cursing in this one

You watched the clocks hit 4am

Keigo should have been home hours ago

Yet he wasnt

Not even a call or text

Clearly he forgot or he didnt care

And all you could do was sit there alone and feel pathetic

Your tears had already dried up a half hour ago

But that didnt mean you felt anything less then humiliated as you sat there with the now empty bottle of champagne and half naked in the lingerie you bought

It was your two year anniversary

You had it all planned out although you didnt plan for him to be a no show

But you could only blame yourself for that

Having a hero as a boyfriend is difficult

Anyone who was in a relationship with one would agree with that

But you were sure you had it just a bit worse

Because your boyfriend just so happened to be the number 2 hero

You thought it was bad when he was just number 3

But since hawks started holding the second spot it kept getting worse

At first things were fine; Great even.

He was a dotting boyfriend the two of you talked and laughed with each other about everything

Anyone who saw you together wouldn't have any doubts that you were in love

And you knew being in an official relationship would be difficult he was a hero after all

And especially since he didnt even want anyone knowing about the two of you

But you remember all those sweet words keigo would tell you

"I don't know what I'd do without you babe."

"I dont want anyone else sweetheart."

"Kid you're the most important person in my life."

"I love you y/n."

But that was the thing keigo said those things keigo was the one who kept promises he was the one you fell in love with

Not hawks

They were different people

Hawks was the man who put everything above you

The one whos lies and refuses to be straight with you

The one who shuts you out

The one who shamelessly flirted with everyone even on national tv knowing you'd see

But still didnt seem to care

And if he didn't care why should you?

Hawks got home around 6am and saw the place a mess

Curtain on the floor, broken glass. Everything disheveled

He almost thought someone had broken in and had a fight

But he knew bettter when he saw you sitting on the couch mascara stain on your face

"Shit." He mutter to himself

He knew exactly why you were upset and had this tantrum

But it wasnt exactly like he could pause in the middle of a mission to text you

"Im sorry y/n." He said sitting a banquet of roses down beside you

But keigo knew at this point those flowers were useless

"You think thats supposed to make me feel better?" You said bitterly

"Babe-"

"Dont fucking babe me." You yelled at him, "You forgot! I sat up all night looking like an idiot and you forgot because when it comes down to it you don't care about anyone but yourself keigo!"

"I was working."

"Like I believe that," you shook your head, "I bet you were with one of your new sidekicks. I bet you were just showing off for one of your adoring fans forgetting that im here."

You knew he was telling the truth he had no reason to lie about it

But in your mind you wanted to yell, you wanted to be angry you wanted to hurt him like he had been hurting you

Because tonight wasnt the first time he didnt keep a promise as of late or just simply neglected you

This had been boiling for a while and now the pot was over flowing

Hawks grew more frustrated as you yelled you were making stuff up and it wasn't even his fault

"It wasn't like that," he tired to talk only for you to jump in

"Save it hawks." You rolled your eyes walking out the room, "just admit you dont appreciate me cause you're comfortable knowing im just sitting here waiting on you and you don't have to put any real effort when you want to get your dick wet."

Keigo followed you from the other room yelling, "You know that isnt true! And you knew how this relationship was going to be from the beginning!"

"What realtionship?" You yelled, "You're barely home! I never see you anymore, and when I do its either you on tv flirting with some random person! Or when were here together you dont talk anymore! How do you think that makes me feel?"

You were letting your fears and jealousies speak, "is it someone else? Are you fucking somebody else Keigo."

"You are so insane of course not! Im working all the time its commission stuff I cant talk about it." Keigo knew deep down you were right he had been drifting away but that was because of work not because he was falling out of love with you

But maybe it was the stress of being up all night or because he was angry that you were clearly yelling at him for no reason he didint tell you that instead he yelled "You're being so fucking paranoid."

"Dont just brush me off-" but Hawk cut you off this time

"If I wanted to fuck someone else trust me kid I would, and I can cause if you hadn't noticed im pretty popular."

"You're such an asshole!"

"And your crazy!"

"Then why do you even bother Keigo! Just go!" You said throwing a pillow from your bed at him

"You're right I should! Cause its fucking pointless when your-you're acting like such a bitch." He said catching it and throwing it on the floor

His words hurt and you knew you had been pushing him to yell but still not wanting to let go you yelled with hot tears in your eyes, "I hate you!"

You both seemed to freeze once those words were spoken

You wanted to immediately take it back

You wanted to tell him that you didnt hate him that you loved him so much that it hurt

That all you really wanted tonight was to spend it in his arms

But you couldn't swallow your pride

Instead you turned away from him

Keigo knew things had already gone too far when he chased after you yelling

He felt guilty about his words

He didnt mean anything he had said, ...you kno- I- Im sorry y/n." He tried to reach out to you but you pulled away from him

"I cant do this anymore Keigo..."

Panic was clear on his face once you spoke those words

Couldnt do what?

Him? You two have aruged before you can get over it, "Y/n-"

"Ill sleep on the couch tonight." You said leaving the room and keigo

Who could only sit and wonder what would become of your relationship in the morning

Y'all bet ur sweet asses there'll be a part 2

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divinerulerluvr · 3 years

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Mahogany Wood

Sister Mary Eunice punishes you at Briarcliff

Possessed!Sister Mary Eunice x fem!reader

Warnings - Smut, caning, whipping, sadism, punishment, homophobia mentions

A/n - Some good ole Mary Eunice smut. Honestly idk what the fuck I was thinking while writing, but hey, it's fun.

You hadn’t been at Briarcliff long when Sister Mary Eunice took charge. Sister Jude had been kicked out as you heard through the grapevine.

Sister Mary Eunice had always been Sister Jude’s henchwoman. That’s what another patient told you. That she was Sister Jude’s bitch, basically. You figured that when Sister Mary Eunice took over that she’d be lenient and a pushover.

You were wrong.

Around the beginning of the month, your father caught you kissing another woman and sent you straight to the crazy house. Being queer was a big no-no around here. So here you were. Stuck with the paranoid schizophrenics, the deranged killers, and the gone-crazy widows.

You were sat in the common room, playing Go Fish with Miss. Lancaster - a grieving widow. When she eventually wins, you slam your cards on the table and stand up abruptly, causing your chair to fall over behind you.

“This game fucking sucks! You always fucking win because you’re a goddamn cheater!” You accuse, yelling out angrily. Briarcliff made everyone go mad. And for you, it made you unable to control your anger.

Orderlies come rushing in and grab you by the arms. “You fucking bitches!” You yell out as the strong men grab you by the arms. “Rot in hell! All of you!” You continue screaming and kicking as the men practically carry you to Sister Mary Eunice’s office.

They throw you inside and you see the blonde woman sitting at her desk, her nun habit only showing her blonde bangs. Her skin was pale and she wore deep red lipstick on her lips.

She looks up at you, her eyes landing directly on yours. It felt like she was looking through you. “Leave her here. Thank you.” She says to the orderlies in a calm, smooth voice. The men leave the room, leaving it to just you and the nun.

“Anger issues don’t bode well in a place like this, Miss. Y/l/n.” Sister Mary Eunice states, standing from her desk. You stand in place, a deep fear in your body that if you moved, you’d be toast.

Instead, you just breathe heavily. She rounds the desk, eyeing you. She steps in front of you, being a few inches taller than you. “What do you think your punishment should be?” She asks.

You shake your head. “Let me outta this hellhole.” You seethe.

She chuckles shortly, a smile on her red lips. “This… isn’t even close to hell. You want to get on the good side of me? Don’t backtalk.” Sister Mary Eunice comments. You exhale sharply, watching as she leans back and grabs the file with your name on it off of her desk.

“Homosexual tendencies, huh?” She reads, her eyes set on your file. “Tell me, what have you done with a woman?”

“I’ve fucked them. They’ve fucked me. I love being a flaming, raging queer, sister. I love having women on top of me and below me. Feeling their tits and how wet they get.” You say bravely, a smug smirk on your face.

Sister Mary Eunice just chuckles, eyeing you up and down. She took in your asylum outfit that consisted of a boring dress and a knitted coat. “Speaking so courageously given the circumstances.”

You hum, quirking your head to the side. “Take off your coat.” She demands, her voice coated with finality. You delay and she just raises her eyebrows at you. Apprehensively, you slowly shrug off your knit coat.

It falls to the floor and Sister Mary Eunice smiles. “Drop the dress, too.” She adds on. You exhale deeply, your eyes set on hers as you undo the buttons of your dress and slide the dress off of your body, letting it fall pathetically to the floor.

Sister Mary Eunice surveys your body - taking in your breasts and hard nipples before falling to the slightly too big cotton panties the nurses provide. “Those too.” She says, pointing to the panties.

As you slide them over your hips, she walks over to the cabinet and opens it, revealing a variation of whipping canes. Your eyes widen at the side of them.

She grabs one of them and rubs the cane against her palm. “Bend over the desk. Now.” Sister Mary Eunice continues demanding orders like some kind of drill sergeant. You follow, your breasts touching the cold wood of the desk as you bend over so your bare ass was sticking out.

You feel the cold cane run up your inner thigh. You shiver, your body tensing. “How many whips? I say forty, given your foul language earlier.” She comments. You groan, feeling the cane rub against your pussy.

With your cheek pressed against the desk, you wince when Sister Mary Eunice whips you with the cane. And fuck, did it hurt.

Your hands grip the desk’s ledge, your ass cheek burning angrily from the slap. “Count for me.” Sister Mary Eunice orders. “O-One.” You groan out, breathing heavily. She brings the cane down on your ass again, this time harder. “Two!” You cry out.

The fire spread through your entire cheek, making you whimper in pain as she hit you with all her strength. Which was a lot of strength. The numbers slowly climb and with each whip, you can feel your cunt getting wetter.

“Thirty-eight!” You mewl, your voice breaking as tears waterfall down your cheeks. “Thirty-nine!” You continue calling out. With one extra harsh whip, Sister Mary Eunice reaches forty. “Forty!” You draw out, the wood wet below your face from tears.

Sister Mary Eunice pulls you by the hair from your bent-over position, making you face her. She smirks as she sees your red eyes and wet cheeks. Her eyes dance down your body, past your heaving breasts until she reaches between your legs.

“Dirty, dirty girl.” Sister Mary Eunice chides. She uses the tip of the cane to spread your legs, making you whimper as your ass presses against the cold wood of the desk.

She runs her cane over your inner thigh, collecting the gooey wetness that coated your thighs on the cane. “Lick it off.” She orders, raising the cane to your mouth. Tears roll down your cheeks as you beg her. “No… I’m sorry.” You plead.

Staying eerily silent, Sister Mary Eunice pushes the wet cane against your lips. You begrudgingly stick your tongue out and lick it, tasting your own arousal. She smiles as she watches you, her sadism helping her get off on it.

Pulling the cane away from you, she lets go of your hair and pushes you to the ground. “Get out of my sight.” She demands.

“C-Can I get...my clothes?” You say weakly. She shakes her head, sitting back down at her desk. “No. Ask the orderlies for another dress. It’s part of your punishment.”

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turnerchic · 2 years

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THAT LITTLE GAME... ENDS

alex turner x reader

read part 1 here

A/N - i really liked the idea so i'm writing a second part not proofread ALSO this is inspired by Love & Joes (YOU) rain argument so i may have quoted it

summary - Y/N sticks up for herself against toxic/manipulative Alex

warning - toxic relationship, abuse mention ALSO this is all fiction.

Y/N pov

Days had passed since Fridays incident and it wasn't brought back up you had Alex had cycled back to being okay and stable, due to me obviously

Alex had apologised a lot since so it feels genuine

it had been around 1 hour since you had come home from work to no Alex, you called him

he picked up

"what y/n?"

"where are you Alex"

"im out"

"where and when are you home"

"i don't need to ask you for permission to go on a night out love"

but i do?

"when are you home?"

"fine i'll come home then. happy now?"

he ended the phone

he just blows for no reason

he's a hypocrite

you knew he was going to be pissed when he came home

He got home around 15 minutes later and you were in the kitchen scrolling on your phone when you heard the door slam.

he walked into the kitchen

"you didn't have to come home Alex i just wanted to know because i was gonna coo-"

"so this was all for nothing then" he laughed

"i didn't tell yo-"

"you're paranoid"

"Alex you didn't have to come home i just wanted to check on you"

here he goes again

"but it's not that is it y/n it's more because you're obsessed i'm not like you"

my own words against me

"what does that mean"

"i won't cheat. you would because i know girls like you, you're crazy and obsessive that's why i cant go out"

he's describing himself.

"cheat i wouldn't do that and you can go out ale-"

"scared i'll find someone better someone to treat me better, better than you?"

"paranoid"

"obsessed bitch"

you began to boil

the start of your relationship was lovely really lovely but Alex became comfortable with the idea that you wouldn't leave him

"clingy"

and you promised him

"crazy"

but he got paranoid quick and now all he does is shout and control you

"you know what-"

but he won't let you leave.

"why don't you love me anymore" you shouted crying you hadn't realised you were drowned in tears until now

"what are you talking about"

"you don't love me anymore Alex"

"oh god ye-"

"no you don't" you cried

"see what i mean...i do love you y/n"

"no because when you loved me you didn't do this, you were lovely"

"but now what? what am i?"

"you're mean, horribl-"

"you make me be mean! you make me do this i don't want to, see you're paranoid"

"no. see you manipulate me into feeling bad, i don't do anything wrong"

"oh what cause you're perfect?!"

"no i'm just not the toxic one"

"toxic?! you force me to be 'controlling' as you say"

"and why's that Alex why's that?"

he storms over to you knowing you had proven a point

"because if i'm not here! in this house! with you! 24/7 you'll go crazy and have a fucking breakdown"

"if i'm not here 24/7! you'll hurt me"

"how do you think that makes me feel Alex"

"knowing if i'm not here at all times to keep you fine 24/7 you'll hurt me"

"it's tiring, im tired"

"you don't love me anymore Alex, because this isn't that man i fell inlove with" pointing to him

"it is-"

"it's not because i wasn't scared of you."

breathing out

"im going to go pack my stuff Alex"

walking to your now old bedroom putting all your stuff in a suitcase, crying, but you needed to say it you needed to let Alex know who he had become.

you were gonna miss Alex, he was funny and when he was kind he was lovely everything was perfect, the mornings, the sex, the small things but this was bigger than all those things,

was this the end?

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bitchassbucky · 3 years

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Warning/s: toxic/abusive relationship dynamics, gaslighting and manipulation, abduction, injuries were mentioned, stalking, dark!bucky x dark!reader, emotionally/mentally unstable!reader, dismemberment (not gore-y but still), three very special character mentions, shady corporate stuff, career sabotage?, food mention, sedation/drugging, f-words.

A/N: oh my god, this is the final chapter of CTRL. to all who read from the start, thank y'all so fucking much - from the bottom of my big-ass heart, thank you so much for coming along with this journey. this is my first FINISHED series, oh my god. to @babyboibucky (CTRL's number one fan), @sarge-barnes-sir, and @borikenlove thank you so much for indulging my inner degenerate GHJSDFG and for screaming (affectionately) at me when i first let y'all read the finished draft.

BUT THIS IS NOT THE END (just yet), i will be uploading TWO epilogues very soon: the explicit version and the not-so-explicit version. stay tuned!

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Your demeanor, character, even tone, changed.

Calculated, cold, unnerving.

But you sat there like a housewife in front of her husband, eating spaghetti and meatballs. Acting all dandy like there isn’t a man strapped onto the chair four feet away from you.

“C’mon, darling, eat! I made your favorite,” your eyes twinkled as Bucky helplessly tugged on his restraints, “oh, sorry, you’re tied up.”

Hm, sick in the head, bad for the heart.

“What do you want?” Oh, wow, even talking hurts for him. His throat is all dried up, he tasted something bitter under his tongue.

You chuckled, moving half a meatball around your mostly empty plate, “for you to stop treating me like I’m stupid.” You spear the meat with your fork, swirling it in the sauce, “I know you’ve been… checking in on me, Bucky.”

Oh, fuck.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I was-- I mean, look at you--” He’s making it worse. You’re mad. You’re angry because he was being a good friend.

He only did that because you were lonely and he’s right: you are lonely.

So lonely that you’re willing to kidnap a grown man to keep you company, “I’m so sad for you.”

“You’re aware you’re the one’s been tied up, right?” You’re curt as you should be, scooting over near Bucky to feed him.

“I can’t eat that—” If he wasn’t sitting down and tied, Bucky would’ve vaulted over you and called the neighbors, she’s fucking crazy!

You giggled, rolling your eyes as if he had the freedom to make a choice right now, “if you’re thinking of screaming… More than half of my neighbors are felons or on parole, I doubt that they’ll call 911.”

Jutting forward the fork, you let the prongs gently touch Bucky’s lips, “now, eat! We have so much to talk about.”

“No. I don’t-- I’m not hungry.” He shakes his head, the fork hitting his chin and clanking down the floor.

“Just eat the fucking food, Steve!”

Bucky flinched at your sudden outburst. The words—the name—seeping in a moment later. Steve? Who the hell is Steve? Was he your husband? Boyfriend? His head throbbed again, his mouth filling with saliva like he’s about to throw up.

You kneel down, pulling a napkin from the table to wipe the meat and the sauce from the floor.

“This better not stain.”

—

He promised thrice.

Once over pasta and meatballs, once over dessert, and once when you were clearing the table.

You relented, of course. Half because you love him and half because it’s getting annoying.

“As long as you don’t leave me, okay?”

“Yes, I promise. I won’t leave you.”

Bucky’s still seating on the dinner chair, slightly slumped without the ropes holding him up, “look, I’m really sorry about the anesthetic, I went overboard with it.” You look over to him—at least he’s regaining his fingers and arms again.

“It’s okay, babe, I wouldn’t trust me either.” If he could stand up, he’d go over and hug you. Helping with the dishes, peppering you with sweet kisses.

A genuine laugh slips out of your lips, “ugh, still… I’m really sorry.”

The last of the plates were neatly stacked, cups and cutleries were placed gently on a drying rack. It was getting late, you could tell.

“I’m not mad, by the way.” You muse, prompting Bucky to lean forward, listening to you.

“What do you mean?” He takes your hand into his, ever so gently.

“You did that,” you squeeze his hand back, gazing into his soulful eyes, “because you love me.”

Did you know that some people could read microexpressions well? Bucky went through a whole lot of them before answering, “of course, I do.”

Contemplating whether you call him out on it or not, you hum, placing a gentle hand on his jaw, “it’s okay, you’ll learn how to love me.”

He has to. He has no other choice.

Bucky clears his throat, “have you seen my phone?” His tone was hopeful, upbeat, maybe he can reach out to someone, anyone, before you can do any more damage.

“Yeah, ‘s on the couch.”

He tried to move, he really did. Bucky’s fairly strong, he can bench an easy 140 on a good day. But even the beefiest motherfuckers have no match for Propofol.

“Don’t worry about your friends, they’re not worried about you, Buck.” The coolness of your tone sends Bucky into a panic—again. “D’you wanna check your messages though? There’s a lot of ‘em.”

Grabbing his phone, you asked Siri to read him his latest notifications.

Urgent: Notice of Immediate Termination

From Joaquin: Where are you, man?

From John W.: Do you have copies?

Urgent: Notice of Immediate Termination

Urgent: Gross Misconduct

From Joaquin: Bucky, what the fuck?

From Samuel Wilson: Pick up the phone, Barnes. You’re fired.

17 missed calls from an unknown number

From John W.: I knew you were a freak but holy shit, dude!

72 text messages from an unknown number

Bucky never really liked horror movies. It made him jumpy and anxious. Too paranoid, even. But now? Now he’s sure that people have never experienced sheer fright before.

His toes cramped inside his boots, his feet were cold, sweating. The little hairs on his legs stood up, goosebumps littering the entirety of his body. If he held his breath, he’s sure he could hear his heart hammering out of his chest. The blood rushes past his ears and onto the base of his skull—he’s gonna be sick.

“What,” he gulped back the saliva pooling in his mouth, “what did you do?”

You’re irritatingly calm, “well, I mean… We’re already together, what do you need those for, right?”

Putting a warm hand over his forehead, you cooed, “poor thing, you look sick.”

—

Bucky thinks it’s well past midnight when the anesthetic wore off.

His limbs were heavy, he had to lean on the wall every couple of steps to regain his balance. Helpless. He’s helpless and you both know it. As if it’s a bear trap, Bucky carefully took his phone from the coffee table.

Why would you leave it unattended?

The screen lights up as soon as he picked up, his lock screen littered with ‘fuck yous’, ‘sicko’, and his personal favorite, ‘motherfucker.’

Ignoring the glaring messages, he went straight for the emergency dialler and—you took out his SIM card, snapping it into two neat pieces, placing it beside the phone.

Bitch.

The golden surface of the card was scratched too, he can’t do anything, use it as a toothpick, maybe? His phone was just as good as a paperweight.

He looks out of the window, limping towards it. Even if he could climb over, it would take him forever to get onto the street. Your neighbors would probably think that he’s just on a bad trip.

“It’s bolted shut. Perks of living alone as a single female.” Your voice made him flinch back, like a kid whose hand was halfway down the cookie jar.

Bucky plays it off with a cough, he can’t be weak now, “no, babe, I was checking out a noise. You ready for bed?”

You smiled softly, taking his hand and draping his arm on your shoulders as you prop him against you, “almost, big guy. Gotta get you settled in bed first. Are you tired?”

Nodding, Bucky kisses your temple, “yeah.” He just needs to play with your sick little games until he regains his strength.

Where would he go? His reputation and his job are besmirched, his apartment is probably crawling with forensics too.

“You fell down and banged your head earlier. Nasty cut on your head too. I told you to not tire yourself much.”

You hit and drugged me but I digress, “Yes, darling. ‘M sorry.”

“You scared me, Buck. I thought you were dead.” Are these tears forming in your eyes?

“I’m not leaving you, not by any chance. I promise.”

He promises a fourth time.

—

Your bedroom was bigger than he thought. But of course, he only saw your desk and your bed through the webcam.

Save from the Ted Bundy-esque corkboard you have in front of your workspace, he feels weirdly at home. You tucked him in, reminding him to wake up every two hours for the painkillers.

“You’re not going to bed?” He muses from behind you, all cocooned in your blankets.

“Just need to take this phone call real quick, babe.” Your back was turned from him as you work on your company laptop. He noticed that the webcam is covered with white tape.

The sound of an incoming call filled the room before you quickly answer it, your voice turning hoarse and raspy as if you’ve been crying.

Hi, Mr. Wilson. I’m so sorry for the late call. Do I- do I need to come in tomorrow? I just... I don’t feel comfortable facing everyone—I used all my home hours this week and—

Miss L/N, I’m glad you reached out to me. Is it okay if I record this call for security purposes? It’s just for you, me, and the HR department.

You turned to Bucky, your face is stone-cold but your voice belonged to someone so utterly helpless.

No, you don’t have to call into work tomorrow… Or any other day.

A dainty gasp and a fucking sob comes out of your mouth, your eyes were telling a different story.

Am I fired?

God, no. Please, Miss L/N, don’t worry about that. We want you with us through this entire debacle. We want you to take some time off—paid. We’ll also grant you… a grievance package.

You could almost hear what he would say next.

As long as you don’t talk to any members of the press or any journalists until our friends in the PR department can clean this up.

A triumphant smile creeps on your bare features, putting a finger in front of your lips, you mimic a ‘shh’ gesture to Bucky.

You round up another mirthless sob as the CEO drones on about the bureaucracy of this whole thing.

He was really nice to me, you know? He took me out on dinners and lunches. He even brought me to his place and I– nothing happened but I can’t stop thinking about it.

I’m really sorry, Miss L/N. I thought he was…

A good guy? I really thought so too.

Please stay offline for a bit, just for the weekend, alright? Someone from the HR department will be in touch with you for the process. We don’t wanna be a hassle more than what Barnes is. On our behalf, please accept our deepest apologies.

Jesus, this guy had the PR department cook up an apology letter.

Thank you—thank you so much, Mr. Wilson. I’ll keep in touch.

You burst out in laughter a second after the call ended. Hearty laughter, the one where you can feel your belly tightening.

“Did you hear how good I was, baby? Oh my god, we had them fooled.”

We? Fuck your ‘we.’

You slide over the covers, propping up yourself with your elbow as you turn to face Bucky, “don’t worry, you don’t need them anymore. You have me, yeah? We have each other.”

—

Out of the most bizarre things that happened to him last week, finding dismembered fingers in the fridge was the least of his concerns.

“Honey!” Bucky calls out, holding the ziplock bag with a pair of tongs.

You bound down the stairs, your laptop in hand as you squint, “what am I looking at?”

Bucky hesitated, maybe he’s going insane too, “fingers. Dismembered fingers—are these yours?”

Setting down the laptop onto the table, you peck him on the cheek, smiling as if him holding a baggie with human remains is just your Sunday normal, “god, I hope not. I need my hands to do things.”

As soon as you look back at him, you dropped the facade: “those are Steve’s. Well, used to be.”

Bucky’s afraid to ask the question where’s the rest of him?

“You know the term pinky promise, right? Well, it has a dark origin.”

Just as fast as a bustling train, Bucky rakes his brain for all the times he promised you something. Hoping that he won’t end up with a stump for a hand.

One vividly bright memory is seared into his brain though, the days blurred together with sharp edges and mismatched colors: we love how we were taught to love.

So, who taught you how to love like this?

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itsthestutterforme · 3 years

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Second Chances (Jang Hanseok)

Summary: Hanseok was spiraling and was starting to get paranoid as Vincenzo's plan began to unravel. Y/N, his best friend, gets hurt because of him and he never forgives himself.

Characters: Vincenzo x nurse!reader (platonic) Hanseo x nurse!reader (platonic), Hanseok x nurse!reader (platonic)

Requested by @letsnotcrytoday

Sighing as you rest your head on the steering wheel, your phone chimed. You just finished your 12 hour shift in the hospital as a nurse and you felt tractor trailer ran over you. A scolding hot bath, a vibrating pad and a foot massage from Hanseok sounds like heaven right about now.

Speaking of Hanseok, he's been very distant lately. You've been best friends since junior high and you know each other like the back of your hands. But you haven't seen him so closed off before. It's almost as if he doesn't know who to trust. And it makes you wonder how he became that way.

Without pulling away from the steering wheel, you reach into your bag and take out your phone. You glance over at the phone to see a text from Hanseo saying, "He-." That's odd. Hanseo has been just as distant as Hanseok. Something doesnt feel fight. Was he trying to say "Help?"

You drive to Hanseo's office first but they said that he was out for the day. Then you drove to Hanseo's house and your heart bangs in your chest when you look through the window.

You see Hanseok walking around the house with a gun and Hanseo tied up in front of him. He looks to be bleeding from his head. There are two other people there, a woman and a man.

You don't want to see Jang Hanseok go to jail. He's not a bad man, he just made mistakes that led him down a terrible road. Your heart was shattered to pieces when you visited him in jail and saw him in those awful, beige jail clothes.

You can't see him there again. You grab your first aid kit from your glove box and shove it into your purse.

You slowly walk into the house and open the door, careful not to make any noise. You walk into the living room when you heard three gun shots. "Oh my God, Hanseok, what you-."

Another gun shot rings in your ears and a sharp pain struck your hand. You fall to the floor and cradle your hand against your chest to see a gaping hole in your palm.

Taking deep breaths, you look around the room to see the woman with a gun shot wound in her shoulder and Hanseo with multiple wounds in his chest. If you don't patch those up soon, he won't make it. You finally look up to see Hanseok looking at you with wide eyes. "Y/N, what are you doing here!"

The other man stands up and Hanseok pulls the trigger once again but the gun exerted a soft click. Hanseok looks at you with guilt and anger as the man rush toward him. Hanseok jumps off of the balcony and disappears. A soft whimper left your lips as blood spills from your hand and on to the floor.

You take some cloth from your purse and wrap your hand tightly to prevent any more blood loss. You wince as the pain intensifies and make your way to Hanseo, where the man was kneeling. "Can you help him?" He asks.

"I can try. Did you already call the ambulance?" "Yes," "Okay." You unbutton his shirt to get a better look at his wounds. He has a total of three wounds, luckily there are three people here.

You open the first aid kit and pressed gauze to his wounds, making him wince. "I'm alright," Hanseo says weakly. "No, you're not." You snap, angry at Hanseok for doing this to his brother. "I'm sorry, I j-" His hand comes up to touch your cheek. "You two were more like siblings to me than he was." He says.

"Stop talking and save your strength. Apply pressure to this one." You tell the man. "Miss, I know you're hurt but can you use the other arm to put pressure on his wounds? I'll tend to yours in a minute." You add. "Y/N, please. Let it run it's course." "No, I won't. You're going to live, you hear me?" you say, blinking away the years forming in your eyes.

"I don't want to live in fear anymore. I did good, right? Please tell me I did good." "You're going amazing, Han seo. I'm so proud of you." "P-proud?" More tears escape your eyes as you ease the pressure of his wounds and uncap 5 milligrams of morphine. You inject him with it and he sighs softly. "This should ease the pain enough for him.." you trail off.

"I'm so sorry, Han seo." You add, taking his hand into both of yours. He takes his last breath as you press a kiss to his forehead. Shaky breathes leave your lips and you wrap your arms around him. "I'm sorry for your loss, but can you please help my friend?" The man asks.

Wiping away your tears, you nod and made your way over to the woman.

It's 2 A.M. It's been five hours since you came home from the hospital and you didn't get a lick of sleep. What happened at Hanseo's house replays in your mind like some reoccurring nightmare. You wish it was a nightmare. One of your bestfriends was shot a killed by your other best friend.

Sniffling from crying about Hanseo's passing, you blow your nose a few times. That was when you hear a soft clank in your kitchen. Your nose flares with annoyance.

Whoever broke into your home was one unlucky son of bitch. You're feeling everyone emotion besides fear and you have a locked and loaded pistol in your drawer.

Taking the pistol into your hand, you take the safety off and slowly walk down the stairs. You lean your back against the wall next to the kitchen. "Whoever you are, you have five seconds to get the hell out or I'm putting five bullets in you." "Y/N?" You hear Hanseok say.

You step away from the wall and aim your gun at him, not caring about the searing pain of your hand wound opening up again. "Get the hell out," "Y/N, please. I.. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant for any of thi-" "That was your brother, Hanseok! Your blood! And you killed him, because of what!"

"I had no choice! Vincenzo threatened to kill you if I didn't." You were at a loss for words. "Don't. Please don't turn your back on me. The whole world can but the minute that you do, then I'm a lost cause." He says, making your heart lurch in your chest.

You weren't aware that he was stepping closer to you until his hands were taking the gun out of yours. Putting on the safety, he tosses the gun on the couch. His gaze fixes on the gauze wrapped around your right hand. You put your hand behind your back. "It doesn't hurt that bad," you lie.

Still unsure of whether to believe him, you thought that it was best to sleep on it and talk to him about it in the morning. Your brain was physical exhausted from work and recent events.

"You can see yourself out," you add before turning around to go back to your room. He grabs your uninjured hand and pulled you into his chest. "You could have died, and it would have been at my hand. I'll never forgive myself for that." You chose not to say anything and listened to his heart racing in his chest.

"I didn't know it was you. My body reacted before my mind could register... I know you're pissed at me but please don't lose faith in me." He adds. "What were you thinking!" You push him away from you and slap him across the face. It wasn't until you heard a faint rip of your stitches that you realized it was with the injured hand.

A shriek of pain leaves your lips and you fall to floor, cradling your hand. He kneels down next to you and you both watch as blood seeps through the bandage. "Where's your first aid kit?" He asks. "Bathroom." Without a second thought, he lifts your into his hands and carries you into the bathroom.

He sets you on the counter and sets the first aid kit on the toilet lid. Slowly peeling off the gauze, he winces when he sees the wound. Guilt weighs on his eyes and he cleans around the wound on both sides before putting an antifungal cream.

He puts a large piece of gauze on both sides of the hand and uses a new wrap to intricately wrap the hand between each finger and the entire wrist.

He tucks away the loose end of the wrap and we both sigh in unison. "We have to get out of the country," "What the hell did you get yourself into, Hanseok? Why didn't you tell me sooner, I could have helped you." "No, you couldn't." He walks out of the bathroom and you jump off the counter to follow him until you heard him scream.

"Hanseok!" You rush out of the bathroom but a hand clamped around your mouth and felt a sharp prick on the side of your neck. You drop to the ground as black wisps cloud your vision and the last thing you saw was Hanseok being dragged away.

Gasping for you breath, you find yourself laying in your bed. What the hell? Was last night a dream? You look at your hand and remember Hanseok wrapping it after pulling your stiches. It wasn't a dream. Someone took Jang Hanseok.

You stand up from the bed and reach for your phone. You thought of Hanseo saying that he our a tracker in his brother's watches. You thought he was crazy but now you couldn't help but to thank him. You look up to the ceiling and say, "I'll make sure you get the justice you deserve, Hanseo."

Following the GPS, you stop in the middle of traffic when you see the man from Hanseo's apartment leaving the warehouse that the GPS led you. "He's the one that forced Hanseok to kill his own brother." You say to yourself. Your blood runs cold in your veins when you see blood splattered on his face and clothes.

Horns honk at you and you park on the side of the road and waited for the man to leave. You rush into the gravel road to park the car. Running as fast your legs can take you, you follow Hanseok's screams to a large room of the abandoned warehouse.

He's connected to some weird torture device that looks automatic. There is a drill that looks to be a half an inch inside his chest cavity. "Oh God," you say. "Y/N," he says weakly and you had sudden flashbacks to Hanseo dying. You couldn't loose another one, you refuse to.

You pull out a knife and pop open the circuit of the device and you cut the red wire which prevents the device from functioning. You're so glad you took that programming class in college.

You stick the sharp end into the crease and pushed the drill out of the device so it would stay in his chest. If you took out the drill now, he would bleed out in seconds.

What kind of monster would do this to another human being? You pull him to his feet and walk him down the stairs to get to the car. "Stay with me okay?" You say when you notice his eyes starting to close his eyes.

He looked terrible. His eyes looked sunken, his skin looked pale and lifeless and his lips were blood stained. When you find this guy, you're going to tear him a new one.

Going 80 on the highway, you were at the hospital in a blink of an eye. "Help! Someone help me please!" You yell as you drag him into the ER.

"Y/N, what happened to him?" Your coworker asked. You wait until he is on the gurney to say, "Someone was torturing him with a drill." You say flatly.

"What kind of sicko does that?" When you don't respond, she adds, "Right, sorry. Not time for jokes. I'll keep you posted." You nod and watch as she accompanies a doctor's taking him to the surgery floor.

Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay.

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peterprkrsbtch · 3 years

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sapphire - part 1

Peter Parker x reader

A/N: This is some type of wish fulfillment writing for me because I like to imagine becoming a hot and badass superhero when I fall asleep and I thought other people may be entertained as well :) If you enjoy it, like or reblog to share!

REMINDER: in this story, the reader gains superpowers and I do describe the appearance of her body. i hope you know every body is a superhero body and weight does not impact your beauty at all-i just needed to show how drastic the changes were!

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, attempted kidnapping, guns/violence

The sun that came beaming through your window brightly as you opened the blinds in your room immediately brought a small smile to your face. Summer had always been your favorite season. As smart as you were, a three month break from Midtown has never sounded better. Junior year had not been easy for you.

Small goosebumps appear on your arms as you shiver when the memory of that night crosses your mind.

***

You’d been walking home after your first day of school, distracted as images of the day flicker through your mind. The first day was always exciting, new classes and people. Probably why you were too distracted to notice the man creeping up behind you until he wrapped his hands around your backpack and yanked it off of your back, making you let out a yelp of surprise.

Or, he’d tried to. Unfortunately, this dumb ass criminal didn’t know how backpack straps work and when he tugged, the straps caught around your arms and yanked you off your feet, slamming your body into your attacker with a groan.

Panic immediately clouded your mind. You’d never been mugged before. You try desperately to remember anything from the self defense class you’d taken in seventh grade. The attacker seemed surprised that your bag hadn’t slid off your body and this gave you the opportunity to scream. “Help!” You shrieked. “Somebody!” It was the middle of the day in New York and yet, the street you were walking was dead empty.

“Shut the fuck up.” The man growled in your ear and you suddenly became aware of his death grip on your arm. Before you could contemplate punching him in the face or kneeing his dick, a sharp poke on your arm made you whip your head, just in time to see a needle full of glowing blue liquid being injected into your arm by the man. He hadn’t wanted your backpack at all.

The shock you felt as you watched the unfamiliar substance enter your body was amplified at the burning sensation quickly spreading from the injection site to your whole upper arm. The man lets out a harsh laugh, and you finally turn to see his face. He did not look like a homeless man. Or a thief. The sight of his groomed beard and expensive jacket made you feel like you’d been plunged in ice. What the hell was happening?

“What did you do to me?” The sound of your voice is much stronger than you expect it to be, and it helps to ease a couple of the butterflies going mental inside your stomach. At least you didn’t sound terrified. He just lets out a low laugh and begins to drag you by your backpack towards a car parked on the opposite side of the road you hadn’t noticed until now.

“You’re coming with me.”

The burning had spread to your entire left arm and was now taking over your left shoulder. If you didn’t have adrenaline coursing through your veins due to your current situation, you would’ve been doubled over with pain. You struggle against the man’s hold on your backpack as he drags you closer to the large black SUV.

Hell no. I am not getting kidnapped today. You force yourself to calm enough to quickly think of a plan. Any plan. When the man reaches the car despite your struggling, a disgusting sneer on his face, he lets go of his grip on your arm to reach for the handle, and you take your chance to head-butt him as hard as you possibly can-letting your arms slide out of the backpack as you do.

“Ow! Get back here you little bitch!” But it’s too late. In the two seconds when the man doubles over to clutch at his head, you’d snatched your backpack from the ground where he’d let it fall and sprinted down the street. You try to tell yourself that the unbearable burning sensation now settling into your chest is from running, not from whatever the fuck he’d injected you with.

***

A loud beep, beep from the clock on your bedside table snaps you out of reminiscing on your near death experience and a large smile grows on your face. Finally it was 5 p.m, the time when your mom usually went over to her boyfriend’s apartment across town. Every night, like clockwork, since you were 13.

It used to bother you, but now the silence gives you the opportunity to do what you needed to do alone. You get up and move towards your closet as you let your mind slip into your memories again as you reminisce on the events after the attack.

***

You’d run home like hell and had never been so grateful to find that your mom had left early. Within ten minutes, the burning had spread and you were left to writhe around in pain on your bed for hours. There was no let up, no break. You knew you were going to die.

Whatever the man had injected in you was breaking apart every muscle, every atom in your body so slowly that you could feel it. Eventually, your pained screams became quieter as exhaustion began to take over. This is it. I’m really going to die. My mom is going to come home and find me like this-

Before you could finish your thought, a harsh gasp involuntarily left your mouth and you launch forward to sit up. Okay, maybe I’m not going to die. You thought as the pain suddenly ceases. You slowly bring your hands up to stare at them, scared that the pain will return. Just as you’re about to let out a breath of relief, it hits you again.

And it’s so much worse. The burning sensation shoots through your body, and every broken muscle and molecule felt as though it was being bound together again. The minutes bleed together as exhaustion and pain take over your body.

***

Looking back, you still have no idea what was in the injection. All you know is what happened because of it.

***

Beep, beep.

BEEP, BEEP.

The incessant beeping of your stupid alarm wakes you from quite possibly the weirdest dream you’ve ever had. You’ve never had pain in a dream feel so vivid before, and the memory alone draws your body inwards, hugging your arms in for comfort.

Your arms. Hold on.

They didn’t feel like this last night. You glance down at your skin, the shadow of your blanket making it hard to see. You rip the covers off and storm over to your full length mirror-and all you can do is let out a gasp. I’m going crazy.

With shaking hands, you grab your phone and unlock it, scrolling until you find a mirror selfie you had taken at the pool over summer, just two weeks ago. You glance at the photo, then back up at the mirror. Then at the photo, then the mirror. Photo, mirror, photo.

A shocked laugh rips through your lips as you stare at the photo of yourself. Smooth skin and curves. A couple extra pounds of baby fat you had yet to lose, a spot or three of acne on your forehead. You weren’t an extraordinarily insecure person, but you were a teenage girl and a couple of those things had bugged you but-

Your eyes flicker up to the mirror. You run your hands along your arms. You used to describe them as flabby, but you can feel and see the toned, tight skin. You move your eyes to your boobs. Were they bigger? They definitely looked bigger.

Any “baby fat” you carried had seemingly disappeared overnight. You slowly lift your shirt and let your jaw drop, running your hands over your small waist, not missing the muscle you can feel under your skin. Your skin was perfectly clear and your hair and lashes both seemed longer and healthier.

When you were younger and more naive, you’d hoped puberty would involve waking up one morning looking like a Victoria’s Secret model. But that was stupid. Things like that don’t happen, right?

Slowly, the events of yesterday began to register in your mind. The attack, the injection, the pain. A million questions flooded your mind. The most prominent being what the actual fuck??

“Y/n? You almost ready to leave for school?” Your mom’s voice rings out into your silent room as she knocks on your bedroom door.

“Yeah, Mom! Just a couple minutes.” You call out nervously, waiting until you hear her footsteps walk away from your door. You let out a curse as you race into the bathroom, the harsh lighting illuminating even more changes to your face.

Your lips were bigger, your eyes more open, and your cheekbones and jaw more defined. Fuck. If you weren’t so worried about anyone noticing your overnight transformation, you would’ve taken more time to think about the positives of this situation.

You were always shy and quiet at school, choosing a small group of people to hang around and mostly focusing on your classes. But every teenage girl dreams of being beautiful, and now you finally were. You pull your hair up to brush your teeth and wash your face faster than you ever have before, electing to ignore the fact that you should have a nasty bruise from your head-butt yesterday.

You choose to skip makeup completely, knowing it would draw more attention to your new face. You took one last look at your body in the mirror before pulling on the baggiest sweats you owned and a loose hoodie, hoping they would mask your new curves.

You had no idea how you were supposed to hide this all year.

***

You smiled as you remember how silly you’d acted the next day. You were overly paranoid, covering your face with your hoodie as much as you could and choosing to sit alone in the library rather than at your usual table. No one questioned you, not once.

You had felt a pang of loneliness at first, knowing that no one at your school even cared enough to notice the obvious change had hurt just a bit, but it made dealing with the powers easier.

***

You’d first noticed it on the walk to school. It was barely September and the summer sun was still coming down on the city. This paired with your heavy layers of clothing and the long walk to school would normally leave you slightly breathless. As you arrived at the school feeling more energized and alive than ever, you noticed you’d gotten there in a fourth of your normal time without even trying.

You next noticed it in gym, when the daily pushups the teachers forced you all to do every year were suddenly easy. Effortless. As soon as the final bell rang, you ran home within minutes without feeling winded at all and winced as you threw your door open, nearly ripping it off it’s hinges.

Something else was definitely going on. Your appearance was not the only thing that seemed to go through an upgrade. You said a quick hello to your mom before running up to your room.

For the first time since you woke up that morning, you relaxed once your door was closed and locked. Your shoulders release as you sink to your bed, dropping your head into your hands. You try to recall anything you’ve read about people being totally changed after some sort of injection.

Your heart sinks. Captain America jumps to mind. The Winter Soldier, Wanda Maximoff and her dead brother. They’d all been injected.

You bite your lip and glance at a book sitting on your bedside table. You straighten up and thrust your hands towards the book, trying to make it move. Unsurprisingly, nothing happens. You close your eyes and breath out a small breath of relief. Ok so I’m beautiful now and have great endurance, at least I’m not a superhero. You let yourself relax slightly, your eyes still closed. Now you feel dumb for throwing your hands around like some kind of knock off Scarlet Witch.

When you open your eyes, your blood runs cold. The book is floating in front of you, a blue glow surrounding it. Slowly, you raise your, now shaking, hands again towards the book until they flash with the same blue and it launches towards you, the force of it making you rock back as you catch it in your hands.

Well. Fuck.

***

After that, you were thankful that no one had noticed anything out of the ordinary. You bite down a smile as you remember the first few months after, thinking about how much you’d changed since then.

***

You spent nearly every night for weeks studying every superhero fight video you could find on youtube and practicing the moves alone in your empty house, over and over.

It didn’t take much for you to perfect them as your new body seemed to be built for this kind of shit. Black Widow was your favorite to watch, and you made sure to spend extra time working through her signature moves, letting the flips, kicks, and punches become muscle memory.

You spent time practicing your real powers as well, though those seemed to come to you naturally. After that first delay with the book, it had almost felt like second nature to lift up the heaviest objects in your house with just a wave of the hand, but still, you practiced. Over and over and over. You quickly learned you could move people as well, namely yourself. Flying over New York in the middle of the night was something that would always leave you breathless.

Once winter settled over New York, you decided you were finally ready to try and use your abilities for good. You had near perfect control over your “magic” and you were pretty sure you’d spent more hours in the past month punching the air than sleeping.

You spent all day Sunday bent over the dusty sewing machine you dug out of a shelf in your kitchen closet. The trip to Joann’s reminded you of your mother teaching a younger you how to sew, though you two never bought yards of spandex to make a skin tight suit.

It had taken a couple minutes for you to remember how to use the machine, but you were extremely proud of the final product. You’d made a simple skin tight black suit with a zipper up the front and a mask to cover most of your face, but you figured no one could recognize you by just your mouth.

Once you finished the last hem on your face mask, you took the suit and the mask and hid them in your closet next to a pair of black combat boots. You put the dusty machine away and finally made your way into your bathroom, glancing nervously at the box on the counter.

Although you had exactly zero friends at Midtown, you had grown up with some of these kids and you couldn’t risk one of them recognizing your hair color if they saw you in your superhero suit and the box advertising temporary spray on hair color seemed to be the perfect solution.

You take the small can out of the box and spray blonde-ish highlights into your hair and brush it through until your long hair is shades lighter than your natural color and you’re happy with the results.

Your hands shook as you pulled on your suit, then your mask, and finally, the black boots. You move to your mirror and nervously give yourself a glance, only to be pleasantly surprised. You really do look like a superhero, even more so when you will your hands to glow blue with your powers.

***

That night, you learned that you had severely underestimated yourself. You thought memories of your own attack would flash before your eyes every time you knocked down a criminal, but it didn’t.

Every time you would wrap your thighs around someone’s neck to drag them to the ground you felt strong and every time the person you just saved would begin to thank you aggressively, you knew you made the right decision to help people.

You kept your guard, and your hood, up during the school days but your months of training and now your late night rescues, had caused a spike in your confidence. After a particularly hard 18 vs. 1 fight in which your zipper had gotten yanked down a bit, you just left it. It looked better like that anyway.

You wished you had someone to show the new you. You used to be so unsure of yourself, and now because of a seemingly random attack, you had the ability to help people. It definitely felt good to be doing something good.

Unfortunately, your endeavors started to become sensationalized. New York was obsessed with superheroes, you knew this. But you never thought people would start paying attention to you.

You should’ve known better. A girl with enhanced curves in a skin tight suit, flying around the city with glowing blue hands and fighting crime with her front zipper pulled down, and you thought you could remain invisible in the media too?

Luckily for you, the spotlight was cast upon another new superhero around the same time-a Spiderman. Once he entered the superhero scene just weeks after yourself, you noticed the articles you’d previously seen sexualizing you and your costume turned into articles about the two of you instead. If only those reporters knew you were 17.

You were thankful for him even though you’d never met him, and your two names “Spiderman and Sapphire” were often used in the same headlines to discuss you two newcomers.

At first you hated the nickname the media gave you simply because of the increased attention, but you learned to love it. It was nice to see people appreciating what you were doing, even though every camera that was ever pointed your way made you anxious to protect your identity.

Ever since your first winter night spent fighting crime, you’d quickly fallen into a pattern. School with your eyes glued to your desk the whole time, sweats and hoodies concealing your body, then homework until your mom leaves, then go out and help your city.

Your fighting has improved to the point that you almost prefer hand to hand combat rather than using your powers. On especially slow nights, you’ve let yourself drag out a fight with some bank robbers or kidnappers just to entertain yourself.

It was your escape. In your suit, with your face covered and your hair thick with the lightening spray, was the only time you felt like yourself. Really yourself.

But you had a plan to change that. As easy as it had been to lay low throughout the last year at school, you’d had enough. You wanted more. So you had a plan. A new body and face overnight is impossible, but over three months? Totally plausible.

You were excited for three months with nothing to do but go out as Sapphire, and you knew these few months were going to be the calm before the storm if you really decided to go back to Midtown as the new you.

God, enough with the reminiscing. You told yourself, but you do allow yourself to feel pride at how much you’d matured from your first day of school this year to your last as you tug on your familiar suit and mask.

***

You glance down at the buildings beneath you, eyes silently scanning every dark alley and corner for trouble. Your hands glow blue as you fly yourself gracefully through the sky. Suddenly, loud sirens and screams sound from beneath you and you look down to see 8 large men climbing into a bank as they smashed the windows.

You quickly fly yourself down and through the hole behind the men as they point guns towards the only two people in the bank, a janitor and a man you assume is the manager. “Give us the fucking money.” One of the men growls and the others laugh menacingly at their friend’s threat.

The manager notices you standing behind the men and his eyes widen, causing the men to start to turn towards you. You grab the gun out of one of their hands using your powers and smirk at the oh, shit look on their faces. Before you can make a move to knock the man nearest you off his feet, a web snaps through the broken window and snatches the gun from his hands before you can blink.

Spiderman comes swinging through the opening, landing gracefully. “What’s going on here, fellas?” He asks, and you can’t help but smirk at the sound of his voice. The two of you seemed to live similar lives, and yet this was your first time meeting him.

The white eyes of his mask flicker from the men, frozen with fear, towards you, and his eyes grow with recognition and maybe shock? Hard to tell with the mask. He opens his mouth to say something else, but one of the men still holding guns raises it and fires towards Spiderman without a second of hesitation.

You raise your hand quickly, stopping the bullet in mid-air and everyone around you stares at the bullet suspended in mid-air, your glowing blue hand outstretched, almost as if you were catching it. Spiderman’s eyes widen even more. “Holy shit.”

You smile to yourself and clench your hand into a fist, letting the bullet crumble to the ground in dust. “Nice try.” You say to the man. “But you’re getting on my nerves.” You turn towards the 8 men in front of you, 5 still holding guns. You move your hand to face the men, and with a sweeping motion, the 5 guns are yanked from their hands to suspend far above their heads, where they couldn’t reach.

You can’t help a small laugh as one of the men tries to jump up and grab it. You turn towards Spiderman who’s standing there with his mouth wide open. “Sorry if I stole your moment.” You say genuinely. You had no doubt that he could’ve taken care of this himself, but you had gotten here first.

“Are you kidding?” He nearly squeaked. “That was amazing, oh my god! I can’t believe we haven’t met until now.” Your cheeks blaze slightly under your mask from his praise, you’ve never had a superhero compliment you before. You adjust your focus back to the men quickly, who seem to be thinking of a way to run.

Your eyes meet Spidey’s again. “You wanna web ‘em up?” He nods excitedly, his eyes finally breaking from yours as he jumps into action. As impressed as he was by you, you couldn’t help but watch in awe as he swings around the room and with a thwick, he webs all of the men together in a cocoon, hanging upside down from the chandelier of the bank ceiling.

He swings himself one last time to land next to you again. “Cool.” You say before you can even realize your mouth is open. “I mean, you’re not too bad yourself.” He bows his head a bit, seeming shy even though it was a half-compliment to cover up your embarrassment.

“Sorry to bust in on your fight,” He says, glancing around the room towards the two terrified employees staring at the two of you in shock. “Not a lot happening tonight, and I didn’t know you were here.”

“Ugh, I know.” You agree. “Not to complain about less crime, but our jobs have been a little bit too easy this past week.” His mask crinkles as he smiles.

“We could...work together sometime if you wanted too, of course.” He says nervously, nearly stuttering on his words. “It’s just, you’re really good and you seem really cool and I-”

You interrupt his word vomit. “Of course I want to! I’ve been wondering when we would meet.” His eyes move from staring at the eye holes in your mask down to your lips when you smile. “How’s tomorrow?”

“How’s right now?” You don’t think your smile can get wider. “One sec.” He holds up a finger before quickly running over to the two bank workers, who thank you both over and over and then they both hugged him. You were wrong, your smile grows and remains goofy and big as he runs back over to you. “Let’s go.”

That night you found out that your view of the city is 100 times better when you can also see a red and blue suit swinging from building to building out of the corner of your eye.

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DSMP FALLS! <1>

Ah! Summer break! A time for leisure, recreation, and taking her easy.

..Unless you're me.

A pair of triplets crash through a billboard with a go-kart. "AAAAAHHH!" Being followed by a monster of unimaginable horror. "It's getting closer!" One of the triplets cried. My name is Y/N. The boy to the right of me about to puke is my triplet brother, Tubbo, while the boy to my left screaming profanities is my other triplet brother, Tommy. You may be wondering what we're doing in this situation. "Look out!" Tubbo cried. "Agh!" Y/N screamed. "This monster is such a bitch!" Tommy cried. "Tommy!" Tubbo frowned. Rest assured, there's a perfectly logical explanation!

... Let's rewind. It all began when our parents decided we could use some fresh air. They shipped us up to Gravity Falls, Oregon, to stay with our great uncle in the woods. "This attic is amazing! Just look at all of my splinters!" Tubbo cried. "..And there's a fucking goat on my bed." Tommy sighed.

Tubbo walked up to the goat.

"Hey, new friend! Yes, you can keep chewing on my shirt!" Tubbo giggled. Y/N giggled as well. Tubbo and Tommy seemed to look on the bright side of things. I, however, was having a bit of a harder time getting used to our new surroundings. "Boo!" "Aagh!" Y/N jumped up from their spot from under a tree. An old man took off a mask and started laughing. And then there was our great uncle Schlatt. That guy. Our uncle had transformed his house into a tourist trap called the Mystery Shack. The real mystery is why anyone came. And guess who had to work there? Y/N sighed, sweeping the floor. Tubbo reached out to touch something in this gift shop before Schlatt slapped his hand away.

"No touching the merchandise!" He said. Tommy snickered and touched it anyway out of spite. It seemed like it was going to be the same routine all summer, until one fateful day.

"Alright, look alive folks! I need someone to go hang up these signs in the spooky part of the forest." Schlatt said. "Not it!" The triplets said at the same time. "Also not it." Ranboo said. "Nobody asked you, Ranboo." Schlatt said. "I know and I'm comfortable with that." Ranboo smiled. "Niki! I need you to put up these signs!" Schaltt said. "I would.. but I can't.. reach." She trailed off. "I'd fire all of you if I could." Schlatt sighed. "Okay, let's make it eeny, meeny, miny, you." Schlatt pointed at Y/N. "Yes!" Tommy and Tubbo exclaimed. "Awe what? Gruncle Schlatt, whenever I'm in those woods I feel like I'm being watched." Y/N said. "Oh, this again." He rolled his eyes. "I'm serious, something weird is going on! Just today, my mosquito bites spelled out beware!" Y/N said, showing schlatt their arm. "...That says bewarb." Schlatt said. "Look kid, the whole monsters in the forest thing is just a local legend. Drummed up by guys like me to sell merch to guys like that." Schlatt pointed at a guy distracted by a schlatt bobblehead. "So quit being so paranoid!" Schlatt said. ... "Ugh, Gruncle Schlatt. nobody ever believes what I say." Y/N groaned as they hammer signs in the forest. They hammer another tree but stop when they hear metal. "huh?" They hit it the hammer again in curiosity. Finding a secret door with a machine inside, they mess with the buttons for a bit before something opens up behind them. "What the.." Reaching into the hole, they find a dusty old journal. They brush it off and start reading. "Woah.. trust no one, huh?" Y/N mumbled. "Hello!" Tubbo exclaimed. "What are you reading, some nerd book?" Tommy asked. "Uh-uh, it's nothing!" Y/N exclaimed. "Uh-UH IT'S NOTHING!" Tommy mocked. "What, are you seriously not gonna show us?" Tubbo asked. "..Let's go somewhere more private," Y/N said. ... "It's amazing! Gruncle Schlatt said I was being paranoid, but apparently, Gravity Falls has this secret dark side!" Y/N exclaimed. "WOAH!" Tubbo exclaimed. "SHUT UP!" Tommy pushed Y/N with a grin on his face. "Get this! After a certain point, the pages just stop! Like the guy who was writing it mysteriously disappeared!" Y/N exclaimed.

The doorbell rang. "Who's that?" Y/N asked. "Welp, time to spill the beans! This guy's got a platonic date!" Tubbo grinned. "Platonic??" "Date??" Schlatt walked in as Tubbo came back in with someone. "Hey family, I want you to meet my new platonic boyfriend!" Tubbo exclaimed. "Sup." He said. "Hey." Y/N and Tommy said. "How's it hanging?" Schlatt finger gunned. "We met at the cemetery. He's really deep." Tubbo smiled. "..What's your name?" Y/N asked. "Normal.. Man!" He groaned out. "He means Norman." Tubbo giggled. "..Are you bleeding, Norman?" Tommy asked. "..It's jam." Norman said. Y/N stared at him in suspicion before Tubbo dragged Norman away. There was something with Norman that wasn't right. I decided to consult the journal. Y/N read the journal out loud. "Known for their pale skin and bad attitudes.. these creatures are often mistaken for.. TEENAGERS?!" Y/N exclaimed. "Beware Gravity Falls' nefarious ZOMBIES?!" Y/N gasped. "Zombies??" Tommy gasped. He was sitting there with Y/N. "Tommy, outside!" Y/N exclaimed. "Oh, no! Tubbo!" They both yelled. Norman lurched towards Tubbo, grabbed him, and put a flower crown on him. "Daisies?? You scallywag!" Tubbo gushed. "Is our brother dating a zombie or are we just going nuts?" Tommy muttered. "It's a dillema to be sure." Charlie said. "Agh!" Y/N jumped. "I couldn't help but overhear you guys talking to yourselves in this empty room." Charlie explained. "Charlie, you've seen Tubbo's platonic date, right? He's got to be zombie!" Y/N said. "Hm.. how many brains did you see the guy eat?" Charlie asked. "Zero.." Y/N sighed. "Look, dudes, I believe you. I'm seeing strange thing in this town all the time. Like, the mailman, I'm pretty sure that guy's a werewolf. But! You gotta have proof, or else people will think you're a major cukoo clock." Charlie said. "As always, big C, you're right." Tommy said. "My wisdom is both a wisdom and a curse." Charlie said. "Charlie! The toilets are clogged again!" Schlatt called out. "I am needed elsewhere." Charlie took off. Y/N and Tommy decided to work together to get some evidence. Throughout their studies, Norman certainly had strange behavior, but not enough to convict him of anything supernatural. "I'll talk to Tubbo, don't worry, sib!" Tommy said. "Alright." Y/N nodded. ... Tommy walked into the triplets' shared room. "Tubbo, we've got to talk about Norman." Tommy said. "I know! Isn't he great?? Look at this smooch mark he gave me!" Tubbo turned his head to show a large red area on his face. "Egh!" Tommy cried. "Hah! Gullible. It was just an accident with the leafblower. That was fun." Tubbo laughed. "No, listen, Tubbo! I'm trying to tell you that Norman is not what he seems! The journal that Y/N found!" Tommy insisted. "You think he might be a vampire?? That would be awesome!" Tubbo gasped. "Guess again, big T! A zombie he is!" Tommy said. "A zombie?? Not funny, Tommy!" Tubbo frowned. "I'm not joking! Y/N can agree, it all adds up! The bleeding, the limp, he never blinks! Have you noticed that??" Tommy exclaimed. "Maybe he's blinking when you're blinking." Tubbo suggested. "HE'S GOING TO EAT YOUR BRAINS, BIG T!" Tommy shook Tubbo. "Tommy! Listen to me. Norman and I are going on a date tonight and I'm going to be adorable! He's going to be dreamy! And I'm not going to let you and Y/N ruin it with another one of your crazy conspirices!" Tubbo kicked Tommy out. "Ah man.. what am I gonna do??" Tommy slumped against the door. Someone sat down next to him. "How'd it go, bro-bro?" Y/N asked. "He's refusing to listen.. He kicked me out." Tommy sighed. Y/N frowned. "Not surprising. Hopefully he'll come to that realization in his own." ... The two out of three triplets were sitting on the couch, looking over the footage. "I guess we don't have any actual evidence, huh?" Y/N sighed. "Yeah.. I guess we can be kinda paranoid sometimes-" Tommy stopped. In the footage clip, Norman's hand fell off and he put it back on. "WAIT WHAT?!" Tommy and Y/N exclaimed. They leaped off

the

couch in a hurry. "WE WERE RIGHT! HOLY SHIT!" Tommy exclaimed. Racing outside, the two tried to find their uncle. "GRUNCLE SCHLATT! GRUNCLE SCHLATT!" Y/N called out. Schlatt wasn't paying attention.

"Wait! Niki has the cart!" Tommy suggested. "Good eye, Tommy!" Y/N grinned. "Niki! Niki! We need the cart to save our brother from a zombie!" They ran up to her. "Try not to hit any pedestrains." She winked, giving them the keys. "Alright, Tommy! Let's go save our sister!" Y/N grinned. They backed up before Charlie stopped them. "Dudes! This is for the zombies." He handed them a shovel. "Thanks." Y/N grinned, "This is in case you see a pinata." He handed them a bat. "..Thanks?" Tommy said. "Better safe than sorry!" He called out. Tommy and Y/N sped off to find their brother. They heard screams and drove to the direction of the sound. "LET'S GO!" Y/N exclaimed. "Get his arm there, Steve!" Tubbo was struggling against several gnomes. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" Tommy exclaimed. "Tommy! Y/N! Norman turned out to be a bunch of gnomes! And they're total assholes!" Tubbo cried.

"Gnomes..? We were way off." Tommy mumbled. Y/N flipped open the journal. "Damn.. no weaknesses." They sighed. "Hey! Hey! Let go of my brother!" Y/N demanded. "This is all one big misunderstanding. Your brothers not in any danger! He's just marrying all one thousand of us and becoming our king for all of eternity!" The lead gnome explained. "Give him back right now, or else, prick!" Tommy demanded. "You think you can stop us, child? You have no idea what we're capable of!" The gnome went on a tangent before Tommy scooped him up with the shovel and tossed him to the side. Y/N used that chance to free Tubbo, dragging him back to the kart with Tommy. "GO GO GO!" Tubbo exclaimed. "I wouldn't worry about it. See their little fucking legs? Those pricks are tiny." Tommy smirked. Tommy stopped when they heard the noises of a creature. A giant gnome creature, to be exact. "Damn." Tubbo said. "MOVE! GO GO GO!" Y/N screeched. The giant creature chased them through the forest. Gnomes launched onto the kart. "Agh!" Tubbo exclaimed. "GET OFF MY FACE!" Y/N cried. "I got you, sib!" Tubbo punched the gnome, while also accidentally punching Y/N several times before the gnome let go, revealing new bruises on Y/N's face. "..Thanks bro.." They winced. "Look out!" Tubbo cried. They crashed into the back of the Mystery Shack. They were officially cornered. The triplets hugged each other in terror. "W-where's Gruncle Schlatt??" Y/N asked. "It's the end of the line, kids! Tubbo, marry us before we do something crazy!" The lead gnome ordered. "There's gotta be a fucking way out of this.." Tommy muttered. "I gotta do it." Tubbo decided. "What?!" The other two triplets exclaimed. "Tubbo, are you crazy?!" Y/N asked. "Trust me." Tubbo said. "..What??" Tommy gasped. "Trust me, just this once, guys." Tubbo said. The two hesitated and then nodded. "Alright, Jeff. I'll marry you." Tubbo stepped forward. "Hot dog!" The lead gnome climbed down to Tubbo. "You may now kiss the groom." Tubbo said after the lead gnome put a ring on his finger. "Well, I don't if I do!" The lead gnome grinned, puckering up. Tubbo took that chance to hit him with the leafblower that was left outside. "Agh!" The gnome screamed. "That's for lying to me! That's the breaking my heart! And that's for messing with my siblings!" Tubbo shot the gnome off into the forest and the rest of the gnomes scattered away. As the triplets walked back into the Mystery Shack, Tubbo stopped them. "Hey, Y/N, Tommy, I'm sorry. You two were really just trying to look out for me." Tubbo sighed. "Oh, don't be like that! You saved our asses back there!" Tommy smiled. "I guess I'm just sad that Norman turned out to be a bunch of gnomes." Tubbo sighed. "Hey, look on the bright side! Maybe the next one will be a vampire." Y/N giggled. "You're just saying that." Tubbo giggled, punching their shoulder. "..Awkward triplet hug?" Y/N suggested. "Awkward triplet hug." Tommy and Tubbo said together, the three of them in a hug. ... "Yeesh, you three get hit by a bus or something? Hahah!" Schlatt laughed. The triplets ignored him. "Hey, um,, I accidentally overstocked some items, why don't you three take something?" Schlatt said. "What's the catch?" Y/N raised an eyebrow. "The catch is do it before I change my mind, now go!" Schlatt said. The triplets grinned at each other. Tubbo picked out a grappling hook, Tommy picked out a music disc, and Y/N picked out a a hat with a bat symbol on it. ... This journal told me that there was no one you could trust. But when you go up against an army of gnomes with side by side with two people, you realize they probably got their back. "Tubbo, can you get the light?" Y/N asked. "You got it, sib!" Tubbo shot the grappling hook at the light. "Oh, for fuck's sake!" Tommy rolled his eyes. Tubbo and Y/N giggled. Our uncle told us there was nothing strange about this town, but who knows what other secrets are waiting to be unlocked? -------

#dream smp #dsmp au #dsmp #gravity falls #gf #au #reader insert #x reader #dsmp gravity falls au #dream smp gravity falls au #agaga

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 3 years

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Fresh Blood

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Words: 1.3k

Summary: You and the boys go on a hunt like nothing is wrong.

Warnings: descriptions of blood and violence, angst, protective!Sam, a bit of fluff, explicit language

a/n: This is part 2 of my Control series! It will get more dramatic I swear!!! I hope you enjoy this fic!!!!

Here you were laying on the hard mattress in the shitty motel. You took a puff of your cigarette and you sighed as you blew out the smoke. The white stained sheet was pulled over your breasts and you kicked a foot out of the sheet.

You had about nine months left and you were counting down the days. You took another puff as a tear rolled down your cheek. You wiped it away when Sam walked out of the bathroom.

He had a towel low on his hips, and you smirked as you looked at him. He walked to the bed and he pulled the sheet away and crawled up your body.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. He kissed back and wrapped his arms around your waist. You pulled back with a smirk.

“What was that?” You asked, and ran your fingers through his damp hair.

“I just wanna suck up as much time as I can with you,” Sam whispered, and you sighed with a small smile. You took a puff of smoke and turned your head and blew it out. He leaned down and kissed you again.

“I love you.” You smiled against his lips, as you kissed him back.

“I love you more.” He smirked and moved his hands to your ass.

“Impossible.” You whispered, and you heard the door open and you looked over to see Dean.

“Oh, come on! Put a damn tie on the door!” Dean yelled grossed out and he walked to the bathroom. “When I come back you better be dressed!” He exclaimed and shut the door.

You laughed as you looked up at Sam and you sat up. You finished your cigarette before putting it out and you kissed Sam softly. He kissed your neck lightly before you stood up. He smirked at the sight of your bare ass, as you went to your duffle bag.

You put on your bra and panties, then a pair of jeans, a black tank top, a dark green flannel, and you tied it in the front. He got up and put on his boxers and came up to you and kissed you passionately.

You pulled away with a smirk. “You gotta get dressed.” You said and gestured to his bare chest.

“But I want you.” He whispered, and you chuckled and pushed him back playfully.

“Come on. We have a job to do.” You said and kissed his cheek before leaving to pack up the car.

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You, Dean, and Sam lurked through the dark alleyway. You all held up your machetes and you looked for the vamp. You looked around the corner and saw a blonde on the ground drinking blood from a guy.

You stopped and pressed yourself against the wall and you slammed the two against the brick wall. They looked at you confused and you pressed a finger to your lips and gestured to the alley. They nodded and you counted down from three.

You ran down the alley and the vamp got up and she ran. You tried to chase after her but she climbed up a fire escape and disappeared. You growled before you ran and knelt next to the guy.

You pulled off your flannel and pressed it to his neck. Sam check his pulse as you tried to get the bleeding to stop.

“Call an ambulance.” You said to Dean, and he nodded and took out his phone.

“Hello? I’d like to report an attack.” Dean said into the phone and said the address. “Oh, yeah, my name is…” And he hung up the phone.

“Stay here with him. I’m going to get her.” You said, and pulled away and ran down the alley to an opening. You held up your machete and cut your arm. “Come and get me you bitch!” You yelled as the blood dripped down your arm.

Suddenly the blonde ran into the opening and you smirked. She eyed the machete and you dropped it and opened up your arms. She growled and ran to you and she went to bite you. You grabbed a syringe of deadman’s blood and you stabbed it into her neck. She went down quickly as you injected her.

You shoved the body to the ground and Sam and Dean ran down the alley. They saw the girl on the ground and saw your arm bleeding. Sam ran up and gave you a handkerchief to hold it over your cut.

“Are you crazy?!” Sam yelled, as he looked at the body. “She could’ve killed you.”

“Babe, this isn’t my first hunt.” You shrugged and pressed the cloth to your arm. “I ain’t got a lot of time left. Why not go crazy?” You smirked and tied the handkerchief around your arm.

“Baby, don’t think like that.” He sighed sadly, and you kissed his cheek.

“I’ll be okay.” You smiled before you pulled away and lit up a cigarette before grabbing a coin. “Call it.” You said, and you flipped the coin and it landed on heads. You had to carry the body. “F me.” You groaned and picked the body up, and threw her over your shoulder.

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You looked through the curtain getting paranoid and you shut it and walked over to Sam. He poured you a glass of whiskey as he poured his own drink. You took a sip and laid your head on his shoulder.

You three ran into an enemy of yours. Gordon Walker. He wanted to kill Sam and you so running into him was a bit nerve-racking. Then if that wasn’t bad enough, Gordon was turned into a vampire, so he could smell you three out.

Your foot tapped with nerves as you drank your whiskey. He wrapped his arm around your waist and you heard the door open. Both of you grabbed your guns and pointed at the guy in the doorway. It turned out to just be Dean.

“God, don’t shoot!” Dean exclaimed, and you and Sam sighed and put your guns away.

“How about knock first, you moron.” You said and took a sip of your liquor.

“I didn’t think you’d shoot me.” He said and shut the door. You rolled your eyes as he placed the mattress back against the door.

“We are on high alert. I’d just pop a cap in your ass out of principal.” You warned as he handed you your new phone. He handed Sam his new phone.

After a few minutes later, Dean’s phone started ringing. You and Sam looked at it confused as you two ate your takeout.

“Dude, you’ve had that phone for an hour. Who’d you give your number to?” Sam asked as Dean took out his phone.

“No one,” Dean said and answered the phone. From the look he had on his face, you two knew it was Gordon. He ended the call after a few minutes. He rushed and grabbed his jacket and tossed you two yours. “We gotta go.” He said and opened the door and you three rushed out and slammed the door shut.

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The metal door zoomed up and you ran out to the garage. You saw Sam pulling on a long razor wire chain around Gordon’s neck. You stopped in your tracks as you watched.

He pulled harder and you winced as you saw the spikes digging into his skin. You covered your mouth and he locked eyes with you and you nodded.

He yanked the chain hard cutting his head off. It dropped to the ground along with the body. You sighed and rushed up to Sam.

You cupped his face and wiped the blood off his nose with your thumb. He gently placed his hands on your hips.

“That was pretty crazy, Sammy. You could’ve died.” You smirked referring to his words from before. He laughed and nodded.

“I got it.” He smiled, and you leaned up and kissed his lips softly.

“Let’s go home.” You say and he wrapped his arms around your waist. You three walked out, with Dean congratulating Sam on taking Gordon down.

#Sam Winchester #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester fic #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x y/n #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #Supernatural fanfic #supernatural fandom #fanfiction #fandom #fanfic

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hxnmantii · 3 years

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Getting Blazed with Boom Boom boy

tw: it’s literally about weed so do with that what you will

Pairing: Bakugo x reader (?)

Rating: PG

A/n: happy birthday to the ugliest Pomeranian I know. This pretty cliche but His birthday is in 4/20 so why not write about him smokin some kush🥳

Bakugo, goes to sleep at 8 am, never late to class, always tries to excel at the top of the class, wouldn’t dare even leaving the house looking crazy, Katsuki never smoked until he came to UA

He didn’t want it to be put in his record nor did he want to lose control of his himself so it’s never stayed on his mind for longer than a second

Now the Bakusquad (excluding you) didn’t expect him to smoke knowing how uptight he was about his record which they teased assured that there was nothing wrong with that

But when Denki and Sero found out his birthday was 4/20?? There was no way in hell he wasn’t going take at least a little puff.

The first time he smoked with the gang, he was paranoid as fuck, looking around and flinching every time something made a noise cuz he thought it was Aizawa or one of the other UA teachers

His mind was racing a mile a minute while he trapped himself in a blanket for in the corner of the room, wishing for it to end as soon as possible which ngl lowkey ruined everybody else high cuz they were trying to help relax

Mina was just tryna enjoy her high since it hard being the baddest bitch and the life of the party so she lights another blunt but as she does, Bakugo high ass self has decided it was enough smoking for everybody

And he grabs the flame in attempt to put it out.....he sweats nitroglycerin,...

(Mina was hiding a bald spot for weeks)

After that incident, he had apologized to her but refused to even be around them when they wanted to smoke for a good year

But one day when he went to your dorm to ask for something, he opened the door to you higher than a kite, a sloth paced smile creeping on your

“Heeeyyyy, it’s boom boom boy”

“Don’t call me that”

You giggled and beckoned him closer, asking him in hushed toner if he wanted to try some. It was one joint, half way finished and today was stressful day...why not?

He make sure the doors locked and relaxes a bit for grabbing the joint from your hand and taking a long drag, only to cough hard as it fills his lungs.

“Wooo that’s the spirit! Go hedgehog!”

He weakly glares at you and passes it back to you. And then you guys sit in silence, just basking in each other’s company.

He still was a bit paranoid (even with the door locked) that someone would come in and catch him but it was a way better high than the first time with the Bakusquad.

Afterwards, he confirms that he in fact like smoking with you way better,

Doesn’t mean he’s always going to smoke with you but if he catches you about to start or it’s a special occasion like 4/20, he’ll join in.

He prefers joints just because they’re a bit smaller than a blunt but doesn’t require as much weed as a bowl or bong would so it’s perfect for a light weight like him.

No matter what anyone else says, he is a low functioning smoker, he just sits and stares, nothing in that pretty brain of his but the tingling effect of the high.

He likes listening to your music especially ones with soft melodies and that are of a different language.

He also becomes a bit more touchy, the touch starved boy comes to light when he’s high so he makes small subtle moves to get closer to you. Sometimes y’all cuddle and he is ecstatic

But he acts like he doesn’t remember doing that when his head is clear again (being high doesn’t erase your memory dummy)

He’s not the best most experienced partner but he’s show a different side of himself when he’s high.

#bnha x black!reader #bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha headcannons #bakgou katsuki #bnha imagines #my hero academia #mha bakugou #princess’s garden

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fallingfor-fics · 3 years

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Teachers Pet-chapter 23: patronus

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Chapter 22

a/n comment yalls thoughts on the story so far and what you think about the choice of patronus! My patronus is a boar and I hate it lol! Let me know what yalls patronuses are!

I began to turn around to head back, there was no way I'd go in there, it's called forbidden for a reason. I looked down at the map as I began to walk away and it started to disintegrate in my hands and crumpled up into ash. "What!? Come on!" I said as it blew out of my hand. "Ughhhh!" I said slapping my forehead, this is bullshit. I looked back at the forest and walked up to the edge of it again.

I squinted looking into it, "Lumos" I said, raising my wand and holding it up. I looked in trying to see as far as possible into it, but it was almost pitch black. I looked behind me at the castle and back to the forest, tapping my leg thinking about what to do, I mean what if someone's in trouble and they need my help. I crossed my arms over my chest and looked back once more, when I turned to look in the forest again I noticed a green footprint on the ground. I walked up closer to it and another illuminated after it, "No I shouldn't this is crazy '' I said looking at the footprint, the only sound I could hear was the wind in the trees. I walked a step closer and another set appeared after that. I mean if the person really didn't care if I came they wouldn't have done all this right? I cautiously stepped forward, now entering into the forest. I'd been in here before for Care of Magical Creatures, but it was daytime, and I was with a class and a teacher. I slowly began to follow the footprints holding up my wand and looking around in all directions for anything that may come at me. The footprints led me for a while taking turns and going over hills. I could barely see where I came in at this point and was growing more afraid by the minute. I looked around and didn't see anything except the trees and branches. I stopped for a moment and the footprints stopped as well, and noticed they would disappear behind me, I couldn't see the entrance anymore and started feeling very paranoid, my heart was beating faster and I started taking deep breaths to try and calm my nerves. I decided this was stupid and turned back to head out but heard a faint voice, I stopped for a moment and decided I'd seen too many scary movies, and continued walking. "Y/n" I stopped in my tracks and stiffened, I turned to where I'd just decided not to go and looked in the direction trying to figure out if I was just going crazy. I tucked my hair away from my face and slowly walked towards the voice, thinking maybe it was a teacher or friend trying to get my attention, I knew this probably wasn't the best choice, but I did it anyway. I walked back to where the footprints had been and they continued again. I looked at my watch. "How could it be almost two o'clock already?" I said as I tightened the grip on my wand and gingerly kept walking. I followed the footsteps for another fifteen minutes or so and eventually they stopped. I looked around to where I was, but I wasn't anywhere, it was just in a random spot of the forest, it looked the same as everywhere else. I tried to refrain from shaking, but it was cold, and I was terrified at this point, but i'd gone too far to not figure out why I was here. "Y/n" I looked in the direction I heard my name once more and stayed still for a moment. The voice was light, like a girls, and it seemed familiar but I wasn't sure if I'd heard it before. I looked in the direction still, debating what my next move was. "Y/n come here" my eyes grew wide as I realized, maybe I was dreaming? Or this was a weird trick the forest could do. "Connie?" I whispered as slowly walked towards where her voice was coming from. "Y/n come on follow me" I walked slower looking around me for any signs of immediate danger, my wand ready if I needed to protect myself. This was totally freaky, it had to be an illusion or something, but why would it happen out here? "Where are you?" I asked hoping she'd respond and give me a sense of where and why she was here. The twigs and leaves crunched under me as I continued forward, swallowing the lump in my throat and taking deep breaths.

"Here look isn't it amazing" she said a little bit closer to where I was. "What Connie? What is it?" I said afraid, I knew this wasn't her, but something in me was too afraid to doubt the voice. I saw a faint glowing green light and cautiously walked towards it, I walked up the slight hill and I looked down at a clearing, a bright green light glowing from the middle. I rest my hand on a tree for balance looking at the light. I looked around it and gasped when I saw her. It was my sister, she was a ghostly looking figure, fused of blue matter that was glowing, almost sparkling. I held my breath as I lowered my arm, I pinched myself as I stayed frozen, hoping maybe it was just a dream, but I knew this was happening. "Connie what are you doing here?" I said , voice shaking, not moving from my spot. "It's gorgeous isn't it?" She said not looking at me and just staring intently at the glowing light. I slowly walked down the hill closer to the scene. "Yeah, Connie how are you here?" I said, holding my wand tightly and eyeing her intently. "I can't seem to take my eyes off it." she said, still not looking at me. I looked down at the light, approaching it more and standing in front of it, the light standing in between us. "Constance." I said trying to get her attention, but her eyes didn't leave the light. I looked back down at it. What is this thing? I looked around us not seeing anyone or anything. "I could almost touch it" she said, bending down and slowly reaching her hand out. "No Connie don't!" I said not knowing what this thing would do. I grew afraid and stepped back as her fingers grew nearer and touched the strange glowing light. As soon as she did her figure slowly dissolved and broke into a million tiny glowing blue specs and flew away in the wind, I gasped and cupped my mouth watching everything happen. I looked at the light and it began to do the same, only when all the green lights floated away, it revealed a small singular black lotus flower, the center of it faintly glowing green. I looked around me and gripped my wand together, my knuckles growing white. I was holding back any tears, I couldn't be crying in a situation like this. I squatted down in front of the flower, observing it closely. I looked into the center and got drawn into it. I couldn't seem to look away. I raised my hand but tried to stop myself, I mean after what it did to her this couldn't be a safe little ordinary flower. I thought about how this had to be why I was led here though, I mean someone wanted me to find this little flower.

I tried to pull away but the force in me was stronger and pulled my hand towards it. I stared into it, its glow reflecting in my eyes. My fingers grew nearer and I touched the glowing light that came from the center, immediately the light left the flower and almost absorbed into my fingertips, I felt a shock run through my body as I watched it run up my arm and across my entire body, I shivered as it made its way through and closed my eyes as it washed through me, I stumbled and fell to the side on my back as the green light traveled along my skin and disappeared. I stayed laying on the ground, trying to get up, but could barely move. I looked at the flower, noticing it was no longer glowing and reached my arm out, I pulled it from the ground and held it in my hand. I didn't know what to do as I layed there, I thought about all the books I'd read and all the spells I'd learned. None seemed to be helpful in this moment and I thought for a second I may die from a stupid decision id made. I could barely turn my head or move my arms and legs, they felt tired and sore, stiff but limp. Like if I tried to stand they'd just give out. I layed there looking up at the stars, "Come on universe, what do I do?" I spoke out softly. I saw the constellation delphinus. The dolphin, I recalled the time my sister was learning the patronus spell and found out hers was a dolphin. I always thought of her when this constellation was out. That's it, my patronus! I had never fully successfully cast it out before, I never learned what mine was, but if I had any hope of getting out anytime soon, and not being eaten by wolves this was my chance. I set my wand down for a second and tucked the flower into my cardigan sleeve. I tried to muster up some energy and bent my leg up "Ohh fuck!" I shouted quietly as I heard it pop and I used it to push myself over to a tree that was next to me, I used my arm and slowly tried to push myself up to sit against it. "Shit shit shit" I said as I squeezed my eyes shut in pain and leaned my head back once I finally sat up. I let out a couple breaths from all the effort it took and grabbed my wand.

Ok you can do this, it's very simple, and you've seen many people do it before. I took a couple breaths and relaxed myself, trying to relax my mind and nerves as well. Connie and I had discussed what we thought my patronus might be. It wasn't a shock hers was a dolphin, she was sociable and friendly, she always thought mine might be a unicorn since she always thought I was special, but id just laugh and disagree, I was only special to her, she thought I was the best person ever im sure, she was very positive, so if anything hers would be a unicorn not mine, I always pictured mine as a cockroach, or something stupid, I could never imagine anything worthy enough for me. I was a bitch to put it simply, I was snarky to those I didn't like, and I was sarcastic and truthful to those I did like. I always pictured mine to be a panther maybe, or a fox. I guess there was only one way to find out. I looked down at my watch, it was almost 4 o'clock. I held my wand tight and winced as I lifted my arm. I relaxed my shoulders and thought about everything she had taught me. I set my intent, pointed my wand up and began to swirl my wand in a circle slowly I could see a little spurt of blue coming, but it looked like a firework that wasn't going to go off, I kept trying, closing my eyes and thinking about anything I could to encourage it. "Come on please" I said opening my eyes, the blue grew more and more consistent and I squeezed my wand tighter, I moved it faster and got ready, extracting more and more power through it. "Expecto Patronum" I yelled, it shot out some blue lights, but nothing happened. "No come one please you have to work" I lifted my wand again and pointed it to the sky. I swirled it around the blue light being stronger and I could feel the power of the spell increasing, I closed my eyes and thought of my sister, her smile when hers showed up, when her dolphin swam around us in her room, I then un intentionally thought of Severus, our lessons, his kind words, his smell, his eyes. I opened mine and yelled once more, "Expecto Patronum!" I screamed it out and out from the tip of my wand shot a bright blue light, I stared intently and a smile grew on my face, my eyes lighting up from the light, and light tears falling from my eyes, swooping down and around the trees was a beautiful magical creature, it wasn't a unicorn, but it was an Abraxan, it was a breed of winged horses, and it was beautiful, it swopped and landed down in front of me, the dirt on the ground kicking up into blue fog, I looked down at me and I looked in its eyes, it was my patronus, so it knew exactly what to do, with a strong gust of wind it flew up into the sky and over the trees out of sight. I laughed to myself so glad I was able to do it, and hoping it would get the help I needed. I relaxed against the tree and felt all my limbs go tired and numb, I was exhausted from using all that energy and felt myself drift off into sleep.

#snape imagine #severusnape #professor snape #snape #severus snape #severusimagine #severus x reader #severus snape x reader #Snape slowburn #slytherin #hogwarts

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