#ok. i can rest easy now and then wake up horrified to the amount of boopage in my inbox /POSITIVE

[bluerasbunny]

AYYYYY

[evanslittlecorner]

Part one

Mmm, soft…cozy…good bed…wait, bed? You take in a deep breath and will your eyes to open, well, open is kinda inaccurate. When you’re in your true form your “eyes” are just glowy shapes on your flat shadow face…WHY ARE YOU IN YOUR TRUE FORM??? You quickly shift back into your human disguise, frantically looking around the room to make sure no one saw you…coast is clear, that’s one good thing about this fucking mess

Ok, ok! What are some things about what is happening right now? That should help. You’re in a room you’ve never seen before, it’s decorated well, if a little gothic in color. The bed you’re on is soft, big too, and is that? Oh fuck, it’s a canopy bed. You always wanted one of those as a kid! Wait, no, focus. There’s a large window on the wall to your left covered by blackout curtains, and there are two doors that connect to the room. One, closer to the left wall, in front of you and one to your right. The one in front of you is open, and seems to lead into a bathroom, so the one to your right probably leads out of here

Out of here, you need to get out of here! You don’t think that’ll be easy though, judging by the small amount of light shining behind the curtains and how well rested you feel you’re certain that it’s day now. Fuck, day means people are awake, day means shadows are more obvious, day means everyone’s still alert. Ok, maybe hold off on the escape for now then. It would be smarter to figure out what exactly is going on before doing anything stupid

You wonder if you’re allowed to leave the room. The door looks like it locks from this side, and you’re not tied up in any way. Apparently you even felt comfy enough to slip into your true form! Ugh, you just hope that happened after your kidnapper put you in here. You pat yourself down for good measure and, yep, they took your phone. You’d be a little embarrassed if they didn’t honestly, this is a gang of trained killers and they couldn’t even kidnap someone right? Ha!

Oh god, they’re a gang of trained killers. You shake your head, nothing good will come from panicking, you have to stay calm if you want to make it out of this. You look around a bit more and notice a small digital alarm clock on the right bed side table, oh! At least you can know when you are. Where would probably be more helpful but-Eleven fifty nine??? How the fuck did that happen? You mean, sure you use like three alarms to make sure you wake up at six every morning, but still

Then again, maybe that’s for the best? You feel pretty good honestly, you can’t remember the last time you got eight hours let alone…when were you kidnapped? Right after clocking out so like…ok definitely at least twelve hours, damn. As you’re pondering how you could sleep so long you’re damn near scared out of your fake skin by the right door opening. It isn’t slammed open or anything, quite the opposite, all you can see is one empty skeletal eye socket. The socket curves upwards as whoever is looking in at you chuckles, their laugh is deep and you swear you can feel it all the way from the bed

“Don’t worry Kid, I’m not here to hurt ya, unless I have to, course” The skeleton opens the door fully, stepping into the room to reveal his enormous stature. You’re about a head shorter than Dream in this form and this guy is at least a head taller than him. That paired with his singular red left eye light and the giant, seemingly smashed in, gap on the left side of his skull made him horrifying, which is pretty fitting for him. Dream made sure you knew what all of Nightmare’s elites looked like, just in case you ran into them, and this one had to be Horror

You take a moment, making sure your voice is as steady and friendly as possible when you ask him what he is here for. His ever present eire smile drops and you’re afraid you offended him somehow before he states “Ya missed breakfast” You blink once…twice…huh?

You tear your eyes away from his skull for a moment and notice the plate of food in his hands “I wanted to wake ya for it, but the boss said that if ya were still sleepin ya needed the rest” Oh…um, you’re sorry “It’s ok, I got yur extra serving so it worked out” He gives you a playful wink before moving to sit on the bed next to you, the mattress dips heavily under his weight but the bed itself seems to handle it just fine. How much can a skeleton weigh anyhow? “Well?” Oh! You’re sorry, just um…taking it all in

“I get it, it must be weird for ya wakin up in a new place ya didn’t fall asleep in. Gotta say, it’s a little weird for me seein ya all…fleshy” Ah…so he saw that “Ya all dark and floaty? Yeah, Boss said you were a shapeshifter but it was still weird to see our “human” turn into a monster” You grimace, you respect monsters and all but something about being called one picked at something deep in your mind. You see his face soften a little at your reaction, his eye light darting around to try and find something else to talk about before landing on your plate

“Ya should eat that before it gets cold, put a lotta work into it” You’re taken aback a bit by his concern before turning your attention to your plate. It looks good, smells heavenly, you should probably be more weary about anything these people give you but fuck are you hungry. You thank him before taking a bite…

This is the best thing you’ve had in months. You feel him laugh at your comment as much as you hear it, it rumbles in his ribcage like a belly laugh, even though he shouldn’t have a belly? He looks like he does though, an odd trait you’ve noticed about skeletons is that when they put on clothes the cloth seems to bend and stretch around skin or fat that isn’t visibly there. Of course you’ve never been close enough with a skeleton to be able to tell if it really is there or not, you weren’t going to poke Dream in the gut just to get answers. Though, you did think about it once…ok it like six times, but that’s still pretty low!

When you shake your mind free of it’s wandering you look down to see you’ve already inhaled half your plate “Hungry little thing aren’t ya? Want seconds?” You laugh slightly before looking up at him. Oh, he’s serious. His face falls again “Course I am. If ya’re hungry ya get fed, that’s how it is around here…Did he not feed ya?” What? You mean, Dream took you to get dinner a few times- “I don’t mean fancy dinners, I mean when he kept ya after hours, did he make sure ya were fed?” How does he…he’s getting angry, an eerie smile that doesn’t reach his rockets spreads across his face and you swear you can feel his rage coming off of him. You’re not even sure why he’d be so angry, so in your panic you tell him the truth. There were a few nights with Dream where you didn’t get to eat, but that wasn’t his- “Yes, it is. He treats ya like his little birdy but doesn’t make sure ya’re fed? Some master” He’s your boss “Was your boss. Until we get what we want ya’re not goin anywhere little birdy”

You swallow, what do they want from you? Long term you mean. He shrugs “What boss always wants, more land. He’s been eyein up that park downtown for a while now” So…you’re being held for ransom? “Basically, boss said to treat you like one of the gang while ya’re here though, aside from lettin ya outside, course. Ya’re safe with us Kid” You gently remind him that you have a name “Eh, I don’t think it suits you” You’re well into your twenties “So? Ya’re shorter than me, so ya’re a kid” You open your mouth to fight back but you shut if just as quick, you feel like there’s no winning this argument

“Once ya’re done eatin we need to get you to the boss. Don’t think he has much to say, he just wants to meet ya in person” Oh, good, just what your nerves need, meeting the leader of the most terrifying gang in the city! You sigh and nod, trying to take a little more time with the rest of your food now that you know what waits for you once you finish. You consider not eating at all, but fuck his cooking is too good for that! Besides, you’ll need your strength to have a brave face while talking to him, so maybe this is for the best. You need them to think you’re not a threat

Once you finish your plate Horror stands from the bed and reaches out his hand. You sit there a moment before handing him your plate. He looks a bit confused before chuckling, holding out his other hand. Oh, right, they need you to stay here, of course he wants ahold of you. You give him your hand and the two of you make your way to Nightmare’s office, not before Horror makes a small detour to make sure your plate ends up in the kitchen first though

The house, manor? That you’re in is a little insane. It’s all very extravagant but in a sophisticated way? The lights, the paintings on the walls, the way both of your foot steps click down the hall, it makes you feel like you’re in a fucking castle rather than an actual home. Well, you guess castles were homes too, but they were also a lot more than that. Aaaand you’re here, great, you didn’t get a feel for the layout at all. You really need to stop spacing out so much

Horror looks down to you before rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, was he…trying to comfort you? That makes two times within the last, what, fifteen minutes? You thought these guys were supposed to be ruthless, soul less killers, that’s always what Dream told you anyway

Before you can dwell on that thought he knocks twice on the heavy wooden door of Nightmare’s office. From behind it you hear a deep, slightly distorted voice “Come in” Horror opens the door and holds it open for you, letting you step into your own hell first. How thoughtful. You sigh and step past the threshold, but instead of the one literal nightmare you expected to be there, you’re instead graced with two. Nightmare sitting regally behind his desk, while his right hand Killer, stands behind him, an elbow propped against his bosses chair

A smile creeps its way onto Nightmare’s face upon seeing you, his one visible eye socket curving up with it “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Please, have a seat, we have much to discus”

[luimagines]

First Kiss! Part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Part three will include Four, Hyrule and Wind!

Content under the cut!

Four

The night was crisp and young as you walked with Four around the forest before Wild had to eventually send out the Wolf to come and find you two if you wanted to eat anything at all.

He walked a little ways ahead of you and grinned when he came across a little tree stump with a small crack down the middle. “I found one!”

“Found what?” You tilt your head. “When you said you were going to show me something, I didn’t think it would be this? Unless it’s still something I’m not seeing yet.”

“We’re not there yet!” Four bounces on the balls of his feet like an excited kid and gestures you to come next to him frantically.

You try to hide your laughter and go do what he’s asking of you.

He’s quick to grab your hand and he takes a breath.

You raise your eyebrow and copy him.

Four looks over to you, knowing that you’re messing with him before he grins and says, “Ready?”

“Ready for what?”

Four starts chanting a spell before you can even think to stop him and your whole vision shifts and everything grows and it’s warm and sweet and there, before you is suddenly a small hut with mouse people that you’ve never seen before. With feathered tails and little hats and ponchos with acorn cups and pots and you take a minute to take it all in.

Four laughs at your struck dumb expression and ushers you forward.

“What is this place?” You ask on a breath.

Four grabs your hand and gestures with his free to the space around you. “This is a safe haven for the Minish or the Picori as they’ve been known to call themselves.”

“Wow...” You feel a bright smile on your face as you head deeper into the little village inside the tree stump.

But alas, it’s only a few seconds before Link is swarmed by the mouse peop- the Minish as they asll seem to recognize him.

“Hello Mr. Hero!”

“You’re back Link!”

“How have you been?”

“Come sit with us! Have a drink!”

“Link, it’s been awhile. Do you have any new stories to tell us?” A group of the mice- minish- you have to remind yourself again- walk up to Link and one dares to loop their around his, leaning her head on his shoulder as she says this.

Four grins and pulls himself away much to your relief. “You know it! But not right now.” Four says your name, introducing you to the people who must be his friend before saying he was going to show you around.

One minish girl pouts and goes to reach for his arm again. “But Mr. Hero~!”

“Later.” Four smiles in your direction and takes your hand for everyone to see, lacing your fingers together.

You smile a little more easily and gladly follow him through the town.

And it’s really quite lovely.

But... You would enjoy yourself more if Four didn’t have one of them come up to flirt with him every ten minutes.

You can see him begin to get uncomfortable and he’s already apologized more than once about not being able to give you his full attention and show you around like he wanted. Your heart breaks for him.

One girl though, really pushes your buttons.

It’s the same one from earlier- the one that didn’t hesitate to latch onto his arm. “Link! You’ve been here long enough already! Tell us your stories!”

“Sorry but he’s with me today.” You growled and pulled him away from her.

He lets you.

You glare at the girl who doesn’t seem all that impressed by your attitude and claim. She scoffs a little and crosses her arms. “And you are you supposed to be?”

“His lover.”

Four coughs a little next to you but doesn’t deny anything.

The picori around you all still as if you popped a balloon in a silent room. All activity stops and there’s a nervous air around everyone as they all turn their heads to look at you, Four and the small group of minish girls that backup the original.

The original blinks for a minute before smirking a little. “No you’re not.”

You feel like you’ve been slapped.

You take a step back before a calm washes over you.

She doesn’t believe you?

That’s fine.

You shrug and turn to Four who’s watching everything with intense interest.

You don’t hesitate to pick him up and pin to the wall beside you, kissing him like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. Like you’ve been dying of thirst and he’s the glass of water you’ve been waiting for. Like you’re about to get heat stroke and he’s the shade to protect you. 

Four kisses you back with a smile on his lips.

Four wraps his legs around your waist and buries his hands into your hair, bringing you closer to him.

He tastes like apples and you vaguely remember the apple pie Four had managed to snag for breakfast earlier. There’s the hint of cinnamon and sweet sugar topping.

“I think they’re together.” Someone says in the background but you’re not paying attention to them any more.

You pull away from Four and rest your forehead against his. “Hey there Lover Boy, sorry about the lack of warning.”

“I am not complaining. That was hot.” He smirks and pulls you back in for another kiss.

Those who were interested in Four back away somewhat and everyone returns, with great difficulty on their part, back to what they were doing before.

Minish are terrible gossips.

But you think you can accept that the news is going to be that Four is with you now.

All those fangirls can back off, he’s yours.

Hyrule

You were in trouble for real this time.

You don’t know what it’s going to take but you think it might just be the end of the road for you.

You’re out of potions, you have no fairies, you can’t move your dominant arm and you’re ninety eight percent sure that you’re leg is broken.

To make matters worse, there’s a whole bunch of monsters nearby that you think you’re going to be unable to avoid when they find you.

Eventually.

You take a breath and try to calm down.

There’s no amount of adrenaline in the world that can help out of this one.

And you know you’re not getting any backup either.

This is it.

You can at least leave this plane of existence with a good conscious and a clear head. You can go down with dignity and you can at least you didn’t go down easy.

You just know that the next fight will be your last.

You try to sit up, ignoring how everything in your body seems to hurt, all for different reasons.

It beginning to hurt more now that the adrenaline is leaving your system and you’re getting tired.

A nap wouldn’t hurt.

Maybe the monsters will find you in your sleep and end you then. they say that’s the best to go. In your sleep.

Or (and you know this is unlikely) they’ll think you’re already dead and just leave you alone. Then you can wake up and try to go find help after you’ve rested a little while. 

It’ll be tough, but it’s possible.

Who’re you kidding?

You’re going to die.

You’re never going to see your family again.

You’re never going to tell your friends how much you appreciate them.

You’re never going to be able to tell that Traveler that you’ve fallen uselessly in love with him. 

You’re never going to see the sun again and sing and laugh and see a future family for you....

You don’t want to die.

A single tear runs down your face and you lean back against a stone wall. the corner you were in is secluded enough but not at all hidden.

You can hear the monsters come closer- they’re fighting something. The chaos is loud and thundering in the otherwise empty and quiet cave. They’re coming in your direction and you start counting the seconds.

They get closer and you see the fringes of one huge moblin take a step back to be in front of you. He’s not facing you- too busy fighting something on the other side but you’re out in the open.

You’re tired.

You take another breath and close your eyes. You hear the moblin go down and die but from what, you don’t know. You can’t even open your eyes anymore, that was how tired you were.

But then there’s a scream.

A familiar scream.

Link.

No, Hyrule. It’s Hyrule. It’s your Traveler.

He sounds horrified, pained and it’s enough to try to get you to move again.

You need to see what caused it, you need to see if he’s ok, you need to see what made him scream like that.

But you can’t.

The most you can do it flop an arm and move your head to the side.

Something lands on your side, you can feel it and if you can’t move you can speak. “Mmm...”

Ok, you guess not.

“Oh my god...” Hyrule voice breaks. He sounds like he’s crying.

Please don’t cry, you think. I’m not worth your tears. Save them for someone who matters.

“No...” He gulps and you can feel him move your head, being as gentle as he can with you. You take the biggest breath you can and try to move your head to the other side.

“You can’t die here.” He says. “I won’t let you.”

You can feel the spell he’s used so often on your friend’s fingertips, flow through you and it lessens the pain somewhat, but you know you’re too far gone. You’re too weak. You want to try to stop him from using all his magic but you can’t but at least you can die happy, knowing that he cared about you. It may not be as deep as you would have liked to take your relationship with him, but this is enough. More than enough even.

You feel him turn your head more and begin to lose consciousness.

This is ok.

You think you can go now.

Hyrule kisses you.

It’s desperate.

It’s longing- painful.

Magic flows through your whole body at an alarming rate and you think you can see a golden glow behind your eye lids that forces you to keep your eyes shut tight from the brightness of it all.

But you can move again.

You bring a hand up to your face, feeling Hyrule’s more clearly and let it rest on his jaw.

Slowly, you kiss back- half sure that this is a dream your dying brain has cooked up to make the process easier for yourself.

It’s not sweet, it’s not gentle anymore and the magic wakes you up again enough where you can feel how tight Hyrule is holding onto you.

You push him away with what little strength you managed to get back and blinked your eyes open.

The golden light fades and there’s sits in front of you, your Traveler.

He’s crying.

You blink and begin to feel more of your body again, confusion drowning you in its wake. “Link?”

Your voice is rough and you feel like you need to cough but Hyrule cuts you off and hugs you close. 

“You can’t die.” He says, gulping down the sob that threatens to break through. “I won’t let you... I promise. You’re going to be ok if it’s the last thing I do.”

Wind

“Wind!” You whisper yell and frantically wave your hand to convince to come over to you.

The boy in question grins and looks around momentarily before jogging over to where you were hidden in the bushes. “What is it?”

“Come with me.” You beam and take his hand, wasting no time in dragging him behind you. “There’s something I want to show you but only you. Wild might destroy it and I’ll never be able to get him to leave.”

“Leave where?” Wind asks in his normal volume.

You spin around and place your finger to his lips before glancing for the others again. When nothing appears to have heard the little outburst you pull away and lace your fingers together. “You’ll see!”

Wind doesn’t know what you’re talking about but the secrecy is fun for him, so he’ll place along.

You take him off the trail and take two lefts, a right then a left and Wind considers you two to be lost the second you make the last turn.

He takes a breath and looks around, each tree looking more imposing than the last but he would have no idea where to start if he were to try and go back. “I think we’re lost.”

“No way!” You snort. “This is my home. We’re almost there.”

“Your home?” Wind stands straighter.

You nod and pull away from him.

Wind goes to reach for your hand again.

You don’t notice.

You instead skip over to one of the trees and knock on it three times with your ear pressed up against the truck. You wait two seconds before nodding and take three large steps to the tree on the right and hit it with a branch Wind didn’t see next to it.

The tree shakes and a rope falls down.

You seem encouraged by this and take the rope, pulling on it with all your might which then drops a small ladder, that Wind sees is held together by ropes and connected to something at the top of the tree.

You don’t hesitate to start climbing , getting half way up before looking down and gesturing Wind to follow you.

Wind grins maniacally and follows you up the ladder faster than you would have thought he’d be capable of climbing.

You get to the top which is blocked off by a bunch of wood, but you know this place and you lift the trap door with ease and climb inside.

You get on your knees and turn around reaching your hand out to help Wind into the tree house.

He climbs in slower than you, glancing around with wide eyes, taking in everything.

There’s a small unmade bed in the corner with two stuffed animals from what he can. One is a dog and another is a bird but he doesn’t know what kind.

There’s a small bookshelf under a window that’s propped open with a small wooden board. There’s not a lot of books there, maybe seven at most but that’s more books than Wind is accustomed to seeing in one place and the rest of the space is filled is nick nacks and trinket that Wind assumes are from your adventure. And small chest next to it that must be where your clothes are if the cloth hanging out is any indication. 

There’s also a small- (toy sized) wood stove with matching metal pots and pans and a small sink on the other side of the tree house. Out of curiosity, he walks over and turns on the faucet.

It has running water.

“This is my home.” You whisper when Wind comes to stand up. “It’s little... and a little broken, if I’m being honest. I don’t have the tools to fix it but it’s mine.”

“Broken?” Wind blinks and looks around even more. There’s some rotting wood by the bed, now that he sees it and it doesn’t look like it’ll be able to hold much more weight if it continues without being replaced. It’s holding up the ceiling above your head- Wind instantly feels concerned for your safety should it collapse while you’re there, or what you’d do if it happened while you weren’t there. He’s almost sure now that there’s more that he just can’t see right now, if that was glaringly obvious off the get go.

“Some parts need fixing and replacing.” You admit. “But I didn’t build this place, I just found it and moved in, so I don’t know where I would even start. It’s not safe on the ground at night so I’m better off up here. There’s also some pipes on the roof are beginning to rust and get nasty. It collects the water from the tree leaves when it rains and keeps it in a container buried in the ground, that’s how I have running water. But it’s cracking.”

You sigh and sit on the floor, crossing your legs under you. “I’ll figure it out. Worse case scenario I’d have to leave and find a cave or something to live in but-”

“We can help you!” Wind turns to you and falls to knees in front of you. “Wild’s good at collecting materials. Twilight and Time can help build. Warrior can plan it out. Legend and Four can help with the pipes. You don’t have to lose your home.”

“The others might make fun of me for having this place.” You mutter with a small pout on your face. “But I knew you wouldn’t! That’s why I brought you up here! I may have nothing, but it’s a lot of nothing so I have enough to share.”

Wind leans into your space suddenly and places his lips on yours.

You gasp and touch them with the tips of your fingers, staring at him wide eyed and shocked.

It was just a peck, a butterflies touch, but the look on Wind’s face says something else. It’s heavy with emotion, with concern and care, and there’s a little part of you that finds it more attractive than you thought it would be.

“You won’t lose your home and I won’t let them make fun of you, I promise.” He gulps and bite his lip. “Let us help. Please.”

You blink at him and let the furious blush encompass your face entirely. You shrink a little bit away but smile. “Ok.”

Wind takes a breath and releases it a nervous but joyful laugh. “We’ll go get the others, ok? And we’ll make sure that you’re ok and safe and this whole place will be as good as new.”

You nod with a smile and Wind looks overjoyed that you agreed.

You hum and shift your weight onto your knees as well, leaning into Wind’s space, steadying yourself with a hand on his shoulder and place a delicate kiss on his lips as well. “Thank you Link.”

Wind also blushes something fierce and he begins to play with his hands in front of him, giggling and bashful. “Oh- Um- Well- I- Uh...You- You’re welcome.”

[sunshinejihyun]

35. Tim and MC please?!?! Love you tons!!

@kingkassam asked: 35. (I’m in love with my best friend) Tim and MC please?!?! Love you tons!!

Author’s note: Babe, thank you so much for your patience with me while waiting for me to write this (and answering some of my questions about season 1 since I haven’t played in forever). I love you so much and I hope you like this!

Warnings: Jen’s kinda a jerk? but other than that nothing

Summary: A year and a half after leaving the villa, Tim reevaluates his relationship

Word count: 2520

Masterlist

When Stars Align, They Burn Bright

A year and a half after Tim and Jen had won second place on Love Island, he was seated on a couch next to Jen, watching the season he was on for the first time since they had left the villa. It wasn’t that they avoided watching the show, they just wanted to live in the moment, get to know each other outside of the villa.

The villa was so different from the outside world; in the villa there were only so many options and everyone got along. Everyone was hot and kind of attracted to each other so it was easy to find someone you wanted to spend time with in there. But outside… proved to be more difficult. Jen’s parents didn’t like Tim and she wanted him to be someone he’s not. Sure, he’d put on a tie for a nice night out if needed but that wasn’t him on a normal day. They had their ups and downs, but it was Jen’s idea to watch their season. To watch them ‘reconnect’ for the first time and see them fall in love on screen.

But now, Jen was looking at him with the most horrified face he could imagine. The Tim on screen was currently narrating what happened during Cherrygate when his best friend found Levi and Cherry kissing right after a recoupling. Tim was smiling at the camera and rubbing the back of his neck. “At that moment, I swear it’s like everything hit me at once and in my brain I was like ‘mate, I’m in love with my best friend!’ and when I thought about Levi pieing her off like that, it drove me absolutely crazy.”

Jen flipped off the TV and flipped her hair off her shoulder before sighing. “Well that’s something I wasn’t aware of.”

Tim sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, just like younger him did on screen. “Nothing ever happened, and we ended up happy together in the end.”

“Are we happy, Tim?” Jen’s voice came out softly and he could tell she was nervous. “Because I’m not sure I am, not anymore.”

“Is this because I forgot to shake your father’s hand when we met them for brunch the other day? Because I can-”

“Tim,” Jen’s voice brought him back to the present and his heartbeat picked up, sweat starting to gather around his brow. “Seriously, when was the last time you felt happy.”

Tim thought back on their relationship and sure, there were laughs here and there and Jen didn’t make him miserable, but the last time he was truly happy and not just going through the motions was probably about half a year of being outside of the villa.

The last year wasn’t horrible, not in the slightest, but all they were doing was staying together because it’s what everyone expected from them and they still liked the other enough, but they fell out of love a long time ago. Both of them knew it, yet no one wanted to admit it.

His silence hung in the room and Jen got up, wiping her sweaty palms on the leggings she was wearing. “That silence answers more than you could ever know.” Smiling softly at Tim, she moved to leave the living room. “I think this is the end of us, Tim. You don’t have to move out right away but also… please don’t linger.”

Tim couldn’t fault Jen for asking him to leave; this was her apartment originally, it’d be silly for her to move out and him to stay and so he pulled out his phone and dialed the one number of the person he knew would take him in, no questions asked.

“Hello?” Her voice was quiet, like how it used to sound when he’d wake her up from a nap on the sun loungers in the villa. “Tim?”

“Hey mate, how was your nap?” Tim teased and she giggled on the other end.

“Great before some monster woke me up!” She readjusted herself and sat up. “Are you ok? You don’t normally call me out of the blue.” “Actually…” He trailed off not knowing how to start explaining things. “Wanna have a sleepover every night for an unknown amount of time?”

“Excuse me?” She was taken aback, Tim could tell by the way she laughed and he nervously laughed along as she questioned him. “What’s going on?”

“I think Jen and I broke up?” Reality was crashing down all around him and Tim felt himself start to break. “And I really need to spend time with a friend right now.”

“Oh Tim,” the tone of pity escaping her lips did nothing for him and a sob tore out of his throat. “When do you need me to pick you up? As soon as you need me, I’m there.” So, they planned that she would pick him up in three days and he was allowed to stay in her flat as long as he needed, all he needed was to buy some groceries from time to time.

After they finished their conversation, Tim started packing up his things, tentatively walking around Jen’s apartment while trying to gather up everything without running into her. He still had boxes left over from when he moved in and since Jenn didn’t like most of his decorating, all he really had to pack was some clothes and notebooks that held all the raps he wrote inside.

Sleeping on the uncomfortable leather couch Jen’s parents bought her for the next two night’s would be hell, but what got Tim through it was thinking about how he got to see his best friend soon.

When she pulled her car in front of the apartment complex later that week, it’s like a weight lifted off Tim’s shoulders and when she jumped out the car and wrapped her arms around his waist, Tim felt like a piece of his heart was put back in place.

“Oh my gosh I missed you so much.” He whispered, burying his head in her soft hair and she squeezed him tighter.

“I missed you too, Timye.” She responded, a teasing lilt in her voice as she brought back the nickname she gave him in the Villa. “Do you mind driving for a bit? I drove a long way here and I’m knackered. I need a little nap.”

Tim caught the car keys in his hand as she tossed them to him before bending to pick up a box full of clothes. “Yeah of course, I appreciate you coming to get me. Not many people would, to be honest.”

“Is that who I think it is?” Jen called out from the balcony and waved down at the girl standing next to Tim. “How’ve you been? It’s been forever hun!”

“I’m pretty good, yeah! Tim and I are gonna have a sleepover for a while! How are you, babe?” Tim saw Jen’s genuine smile drop off her face and get replaced with one of the fake ones, like the smile you plastered on your face when you ran into someone in the grocery store from primary school you never got along with but knew enough to exchange pleasantries. His stomach dropped as Jen’s cup of water got bumped by her elbow and the water poured over the railing, splashing onto his best friend.

“Oops, sorry hun! My mistake!” Jen nonchalantly waved off what she did and continued on. “I’m good, Levi’s gonna come visit me soon, want me to tell him you said hi?”

“Er, no that’s okay thanks, we’re not together anymore and haven’t really talked since we split.” Tim felt the girl stiffen next to him and he hurriedly moved to rush her to the car. “I think we need to go, we have a long drive and don’t want to be driving all night. Come on, I’ve got some spare clothes you can change into.” Without looking at Jen, Tim grabbed his last few boxes and shoved them haphazardly into the back of the car and jumped into the driver's seat. Glancing at the girl in a soaking wet tee shirt, he gestured to all his boxes in the back. “Go on mate, you’re soaked. Take some of my clothes for now.”

“Thanks,” she replied before unbuckling and leaning on the seat to dig through the boxes. Tim had to keep his eyes on the road and not think about the fact if he looked over to his left that her bum would be right there in his view, but telling himself not to think about that caused him to think about it more than not. It was a relief when she turned and sat herself back in her seat.

When Tim turned to steal a glance at her, her shirt was off and she was working on flipping one of his gray tees the right way. The car swerved as Tim did a double take. “Mate, put some clothes on, my god!”

She laughed and the sound put another piece of his heart back in place. “What? It’s not like you haven’t seen me in a bikini a million times before.”

“Yeah but seeing your undies just is… different.” Tim laughed at how ridiculous he sounded and he turned his attention back to the road. Once she had changed into some dry clothes, she propped her feet up on the dashboard and leaned her head on the window, eyes already closed.

Tim made sure to drive carefully and swerve softly to avoid any bumps that could have woken her up.

A week later, they were both sitting together on her dingy brown couch, her feet resting in Tim’s lap as he gently ran his hands over her calves before teasingly pinching one of her toes and making her squeal.

Once she had tucked her feet out of the way of Tim’s attacks, she turned to him. “Are you gonna tell me what happened between you and Jen that made you guys break up? Last we talked, you were considering buying a ring.”

Tim wasn’t sure how to explain, not really. So he said the only thing he could think. “Did you ever watch our season of Love Island?”

She shook her head no, so Tim got up to retrieve the TV remote sitting on its spot on the mantle and going to queue up the series, specifically the episode that caused Jen to voice her feelings about everything wrong with their relationship. “We were just going through the motions for the longest time, but we weren’t in love anymore. And then we watched this part of the series, and Jen just… she asked me if I was happy and I realized I wasn’t.”

Pressing play, Tim saw Cherry lean in to kiss Levi and the girl next to him tensed. “Tim? There better be a good reason you’re making me watch this. Because, ouch.”

He shushed her and pointed to the screen where Tim was now sitting on the beach hut chair, smiling at the camera. “What do I think about Cherry and Levi? Man, I hate what they did to her. Watching Levi pathetically graft on her for days and then when he got her he immediately pied her off? That’s shit, it really is. But after… when she came to me to comfort and just let me hug her for the longest time… At that moment, I swear it’s like everything hit me at once and in my brain I was like ‘mate, I’m in love with my best friend!’ and when I thought about Levi pieing her off like that, it drove me absolutely crazy.” The Tim on screen chuckled awkwardly as well as Tim did, the girl next to him had stilled, watching the TV intently. “Talia’s gonna help me come up with a plan to see if she’s interested in me, but I don’t think she is. That’s okay, Jen’s fit as hell and has been grafting on me some, so if it doesn’t work out I guess I have options! But this girl... she shines so bright, like a star. I don’t want to see her settle for someone who’s gonna burn out her bright light. She’s something special.” Tim’s best friend reached over and grabbed the TV remote, cutting off the rap he was currently spitting on screen.

“Tim,” she whispered, hand reaching blindly towards him. He offered his hand to her and his heart ached to meet her eye in that moment. As she grasped his hand tightly, Tim’s heart pounded intensely in his chest. “I never knew.”

“I know you didn’t. You seemed intent on making things work with Levi so I didn’t want to say anything and ruin our friendship and your relationship with him.” He squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. “Are you mad at me?”

“Yes!” Her voice came out in a shout and neither of them expected it, both of them jumping and looking at the other wish eyes wide open before bursting into laughter. When they had calmed down, she rephrased. “I’m mad at you because I wish you would have told me. It would have saved me from a lot of what I thought was one sided pining.”

She looked up to meet his eyes and he saw sincerity all over her face. “You’re serious? You loved me back?”

“Seeing you with Jen killed me. Levi even knew that. Dunno how we lasted so long outside of the villa, to be quite honest with you.” She sighed and let go of his hand. “He knew I had feelings for you up until the day we broke up.” Without responding, Tim moved so his body was laying across the couch, his upper half laying in her lap. Her hands absentmindedly dropped to his hair and started massaging his scalp. “Are you okay?”

He knew the tears in his eyes would threaten to fall as soon as he met her soft eyes but he did anyway and her fingers immediately moved to wipe the salty drops away. “I just… I forgot what it felt like to feel loved and all of a sudden everything crashed into me at once and I just… this may be stupid to say but I love you. I always have, since that day in the villa that I realized it, and probably even before. I love you. I love you so much.”

She took his face in her hands, and squished his cheeks and he sat up and did the same, both of them staring intently into the others eyes, studying each other like this was the first time they saw each other openly. “It may be stupid, but I love you too. Tim, I love you.”

Hearing her say his name in that sentence pieced the rest of his heart back together, helped him come to terms with the last year where he fell out of love with Jen. But no matter how long it has been, he was constantly in love with the girl sitting in front of him, and it may be stupid, but love makes you do stupid things,

Curling into her soft body, Tim felt more at home than he’d felt in the last year and he couldn’t believe how lucky he got, it was like he got his own shining star.

[jeonjagia]

Dancing For Yoongi- Chapter 6 Trouble

The next few days are uneventful as I dance for Suga. He stays with me wherever I go, just in case I go back to Jungkook. I don't know what happened after Suga stormed out, nor do I want to know. I sit in the dark hoping no one will find me. I want to get out. I am sick of the people here. I look up when I hear a door opening. I'm in one of the empty bedrooms in plant building. I have grown to plants now, pun intended. I didn't think to much about them before, but when I study them now, I see beauty in them. I was hoping that this was an empty room, it was dark so I couldn't see how it was furnished. The lights come on suddenly, blinding me. I blink a couple times to clear away the shadows. I watch as a man enters, tall, little skinny, but strong too. From my place in the corner of the room I watch as he strolls around the furnished room, his room I guess. He freezes when he sees me. Then a smile, a creepy smile, pulls across his face, and I realize, I picked the wrong room. He walks toward me slowly, still smiling. "Well, well, well," he says stopping in the corner where I am, why did I pick a corner? I look up at him wondering what he'll do. He crouched down causing me to flinch. "Ooh," he coos, " didn't like that did we?" "What do you want?" I ask, my words sharp. His eyes narrow. "Shall I ask who's you are?" I stare at him. "Why? What'll you do to me?" "I'll take you for my own," he whispers eyes glinting. I stare at him horrified. "Your disgusting you lustful creep," He grabs my jaw, turning my face toward him, "watch your mouth," he warns. I tremble. Jungkook, now him? He grabs my arm and pulls me up, as I try to back away. He is stronger than he looks. "Your going to be mine and you can't do anything about it," he says smiling. I try to pull away from him, but he pulls me closer. "You'll learn to love me," he whispers in my ear. "No, I won't," I say struggling. He leads me over to his bed, "you'll see," he says smiling.

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I open my eyes in the dark, I've been waiting for hours, but his breathing has evened. Oh he's disgusting. I lift his arm from my waist and try to slip out of the bed as quietly as I can. A loud snore causes me to flinch. Cursing myself, I make my way toward the door. I open it and look back at him. He stirs in his sleep, and I make my exit. I run, I run and run till I reach the pool room. I catch me breath leaning against the glass. I then, burst into tears. Why did this happen to me?! I crumple to the ground sobbing, not really caring if people can hear. "Chandry?" A voice asks. I look up to see Suga walking in. He freezes when he sees me crying. He then rushes over to me. "Hey, hey what's wrong?" He says pulling me into his lap. I shake my head and tears fall. I can't tell him. "It's ok, Chandry, it's-" he freezes. I look up at him. He's staring at my collarbone. As he was holding my neck, he hand pushed my shirt revealing what that man did that night. Suga's gaze hardens. "Who did this?" He asks darkly pulling my shirt down more to reveal the dark purple painful bites. "I-I don't know," his eyes flit to mine as he stares angerly at me. "Chandry don't lie to me," he says threateningly. "No, Suga, I really don't know," I say sniffling clinging to his shirt. Suddenly he pulls my shirt from my body revealing the rest of them. My bruised body, I learned when he got mad at me, he hit my sides. I couldn't do anything. Suga curses in anger. He stands up pacing. "Chandry, why do you do these things?" He yells at me. I flinch. I cry more not knowing what to do. "Uggg," he yells in frustration, running his hand through his green hair. "It was simple enough," he says walking over and crouching down over me, " stay in the room and you won't be harmed," he says angerly standing up. I was about to tell him about the time Jungkook found his way in, but decided against it. "But no," he continues, " you think it's fine and dandy that you can go roaming around the complex? Well, you can't!" He yells. "Suga I'm-" "Shut up," he says pointing at me, " just shut up!" He yells. I flinch and push back to the glass as he approaches me. "Do you think this is easy for me? Huh? Do you?" I don't answer his question as I look away from his angry face. "Youre scaring her," a voice pipes up. Suga turns. I see the woman again, leaning against the wall to the beginning to the cells. She munching on another apple. "You know Chandry, this girl was never disobedient, she was good," Suga says walking over to the woman. She plays with him, walking around Suga and stroking his arms, neck, where ever there is bare skin. She angers me. Leaning in, she whispers something to Suga. He turns and walks over to me. Taking me by the arm, he leads me out of the pool room. We walk to the fire hallway and he lets me go. "Hey Jungkook, Namjoon, Jimin, she's all yours, whoever wants her. Just make sure she gets lessons, she's been a bad girl," he yells letting go of me. I turn confused why he's so into his anger. He turns and walks away as I watch him. He wraps his hand around the woman's waist as they walk back to the pool room. I'm about to go with them when I feel an arm wrap around my waist. I struggle screaming, hoping Suga will come back. He doesn't. I scream even more until a hand clamps around my mouth. I bite it. Hearing curses behind me, I turn and look. Glinting eyes stare back at me. The red hair is what I notice. It's Jimin.

************************************* Jimin takes my struggling form back to his room and throws me to the floor. I curl up, scared of him. He walks around me doing his own thing not caring for me. I watch him as he walks around his room doing this and that. He finaly notices me watching him. He walks over to me and crouches down. I shrink away. "What?" He asks, " do you think I'll hurt you?" He asks softly. I look up at him. "It's what everyone else has done, that and find pleasure in me," I say quietly. "Well I'm not everyone else, so you don't have to be scared of me. I've seen you before having I?" He asks studying my face. I nod. His eyes squint. "Youre that girl I found and brought to Jungkook," he says. I nod again. "So what did you do to make Suga mad?" He asks. "I-I got caught with a man, but I thought it was an empty room, but I turns out that it was his room. He found his pleasure in me. Suga got mad cause he thought I do these things on purpose. I don't. He won't see it," I say looking down. "Well I'll protect you," Jimin says standing up. "Let's start with new clothes, yours stink of- well," he trails off. "Yeah," I say standing up next to him. He walks over to his dresser and pull out a large dull grey tee-shirt and large black shorts. "Umm," he says sizing them to me, " I think these'll fit," he says with a frown. "You can change and shower in there. He says gesturing to a bathroom behind him. I go to the bathroom and change and shower. It feels good getting that mans musk off me. I put on the large clothes and step out. I see Jimin perched on half of a chair. He looks up when I exit the bathroom. Smirking at my large clothes, he stands up walking over to me. "So?" He asks gesturing to my clothes. "They'll fit," I say pulling at the large amount of unfitted fabric. He laughs. His laugh is beautiful as it rings around the room. I smile, and I realize it's the first time I've laughed since I came here. "So, do you want something to eat?" He says turning. "What is there?" I ask following his around his room, which is almost exactly like Suga's. "I'll go get something if you stay put, ok?" He asks looking at me. I nod not wanting to get into more trouble. He walks up to me stoping few inches. "Don't leave this room," he says looking down at me raising an eyebrow. I nod. He smiles his beautiful smile and walks out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. I have no idea when he is going to be back, so I curl up on the carpeted floor and fall asleep.

************************************* The door opening wakes me up. "What are you doing on the floor?" A sweet voice asks. I look up at Jimin as he carries in two plates of various foods. "I assumed you didn't want me to use your bed," I say sitting up. "You can use my bed, I don't care," he says softly helping me up. "I'm-I'm not used to kindness," I say not looking into his eyes. "And why is that?" He asks. "Because of what Jungkook did to me," I say quietly. "Ah," he says understanding. "Do you have a name?" He asks looking into my eyes. "Chandry," I reply. He muses, "that's new," "Well, Chandry, how did you get here?" He asks. I look into his searching eyes. "It's a long story," I reply. He spreads his arms wide, "I have all day,"

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[axidental-pol]

Don’t Save Me -Prologue

Summary: Reader goes home for Holidays and finds her family mutilated by vampires. She is then kidnapped and held captive. Found and rescued by the Winchesters...but does she really want rescuing? 

Word Count: 2600

Pairing: Sam x Female!Reader

So... It’s my first time to post it on Tumblr since I’m not really sure how this all works out quite yet... :)

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It was a late autumn evening with leaves fluttering violently in the strong wind. You were coming home for Thanksgiving break as your parents guilted you with your little brother insisting that he missed his “Sissy.” How could you say no to such an adorable request? Your brother was the most adorable kid in the world.

You could vividly remember the day your parents called you almost 4 years ago to break the news that your mother was pregnant. The surprise that you would be an older sister after so many years of asking for a younger sibling overwhelmed you. Memories of his birth flooded your mind with happiness as you parked in the driveway of your parents’ home.

You walked to the front porch seeing the lights off except for the television light that flickered through the curtains of the window. Your heart suddenly froze as you found the door opened. Pushing the door slowly, your heart began to beat loudly in your chest, “Mom…? Dad…?” Paling at the thought of an attacker, you run to the end of the hallway as a loud thud comes from the living room.

Grabbing the dagger hidden in your purse, you carefully turn the corner. The scene was something that you would never forget. The couch was overturned with broken glass from the lamp that shattered over the wooden floor. The carpet was filled with horrifying amounts of blood as your eyes followed the trail towards the kitchen.

Please… no…d-don’t be dead…

Your footsteps stopped as you found a dark body bent over a smaller one. His round face was tear-stained as his small hand lay limp across his attacker’s shoulder, as if he had struggled to fight. His eyes were glassy as the blond-haired monster dropped his lifeless form on the tile floors with a thud.

Tears began to form and blur your vision as you let out a feral scream. You swung the dagger towards the figure as it began to turn around. The figure moved so fast you were barely able to see his hand grab you.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you…” Hard fingers squeezed your wrist forcing you to drop the blade to the floor. You growled in frustration as you gave a kick towards his groin. The figure grunted as his grip on your arm loosened. You grab your dropped weapon and hurriedly swipe the blade against the blond man’s face.

“It’s not gonna be that easy girly.” He leaned forward unexpectedly making your blade catch nothing but air. Your arm was captured and twisted around the back of your body. He held you firmly as his fanged mouth began to close in on your neck.

“Ben,” a firm voice announced another presence behind you. “You can’t harm her; master needs her untainted.” You let out a pained shriek as his hand dug deeper into your arm making you kneel.

“Ben!” the other man appeared in front of you as he reached towards his partner’s arm, “Master said not to harm her, he wants her…intact.” The grip loosened and you try to wriggle yourself free from his hold.

“Fine,” the man didn’t let go but he grabbed your chin forcing you to look him in the eye, “She sure is a pretty thing, ain’t she?” You shivered and struggled to turn your head away, “Let go of me!” you kicked at the man again to disable him but before your leg could land you felt a force on your head as you tumbled face-first to the floor. “She’s a feisty thing…”

Your vision blurred as dark spots formed while a frustrated groan came from one of the monsters. “Master said not to hurt her Ben.”

You heard the men shuffle around your body as one kneeled to hoist your body across his shoulder.

“It’s easier to carry her if she’s not struggling anyway Alec…”

*****

SPLASH!

“Wake up girly… Master’s here to see you.” you shivered at the cold awakening finding yourself looking up at three men staring down at you. The one holding the bucket stepped away and bowed towards a well-dressed man approaching you.

“Hello there (Y/n), I’ve been waiting for you for quite a while.” His cloying voice made you shudder. The wet clothing clung to your form as you tried to put on a brave front.

“What do you want from me?” the fear you tried to hold back laced your words affecting your attempt to sound snarky. You cringed, could’ve sounded better than that (Y/n). The man came closer until he looked you straight in the eyes. Glowing red eyes coldly assessed you prickling your skin as it roamed your body.

Wait… it’s a demon? A demon working with vamps? You stared at one another for a few moments as time ticked slowly in the dim room. “What’s a demon like you doing working with vamps like them?” his hand reached out for your face making you flinch away. “I didn’t expect you to know about what we are…but then again I wouldn’t have expected any less of Elmore’s granddaughter.” His hand caressed your cheek as its frigid temperature made your eyes close defensively as if it could save you from his touch.  

“What’d my granddaddy ever do to you?” his eyes narrowed as he stepped behind you.

“Let’s just say capturing you can benefit me greatly.” You rolled your eyes trying to calm down, “Humor me.” He laughed as he pulled a stool in front of you and sat down. “I suppose it would be humane to tell you why you’re here…” the two men in the back snickered as you glared at the bastard in front of you.

“You’re just going to have to be satisfied with the fact that you are important for my… plans.” He looked towards the two men near the wall and held his hand towards them, “My blade.”

“Yes, Master.” The blond man who killed your brother stepped forward and placed the threatening object in the man’s hand. You began to growl at the face of the man as anger and thirst for vengeance pulsed through you. He stared down at you while playing with the knife in his hand.

“What are you gonna do with that toothpick? Clean your teeth?” Great, you just dug yourself into a hole full of horseshit! He began to stroke your face as his hand trailed down your body towards your thigh. “Oh, I assure you when I’m through with this you’ll have wished it was a toothpick.”  He hummed quietly as your hands formed tight fists in preparation for the pain he was going to inflict.  

“I don’t really like to hurt people my dear…” you found yourself scoffing at him, “Wow, gee not hurting people…what kinda demon are you?” ridicule laced your voice as amusement flitted through his dark eyes. “You might not believe me but I only inflict pain when necessary (Y/n),” he looked menacingly towards your leg as the blade came down towards your thigh. You shook violently against the metal frame of the chair you were tied to. Your bindings tightened around your wrists as you writhed painfully. The blade’s jagged edge scratched muscles until it lodged itself closer, nearing the bone. The intrusive object was suddenly taken out of your thigh as it lightly sawed your femur. Your screams echoed in the small room as the black-eyed man caressed your face “Shh…it’s alright…” A sob threatened to escape as he plunged a finger inside the wound.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

“Mmm… the smell is divine and…” he licked his finger as he moaned in pleasure. “You are what we’ve been waiting for,” your overactive nerves overwhelmed you as your sight started to haze. The numbing pain became more apparent as their voices obscured “We’re[HM1]  going to have lots of fun together, my dear.”

The room began to dim as darkness began to envelop you.

“Master, why’s couldn’t we just kill her like the rest of her family?” a chuckle echoed through the room as the demon placed the bloody blade onto the blond man’s hand. “Her blood can change the world, Ben.”

His hands held your face as you fought to stay awake. “Ironic how the granddaughter of the one who sent me back to hell is the key to my plans…” their voices became whispers as your head started to loll side-to-side as the fog of unconsciousness took over.

*****

When you came to, you found yourself in an empty room. Your leg had stopped bleeding but the pain was still overwhelming. You had to escape. You felt around the bindings and twisted your fingers towards your ring which your older brother, Jacob, had given it to you for your sixteenth birthday. He had it made so that there was a hidden latch that released a multipurpose saw and pick. You were never more grateful for your older brother until now as you released yourself from your bindings.

Grabbing your shirt, you tore a part of it and bound your injured thigh. I am never complaining about Uncle Lou’s training again! You hobbled towards the door as you listened for signs of a guard. Hoping they were stupid enough not to lock the door, you shifted the door handle and it didn’t move. Sigh… gotta work those pick locking skills. You reached for your ring once again and clicked it through the door. Finally opening the door, you peeked your head to survey the outside. Ok. Dark halls, no signs of life, safe to go. You limped as quietly as you could towards down the hall and smacked into…

“Well, well, hello there my dear.” The chilling voice made you look up as you found a cold smile with rage-filled eyes. SHIT! You punched the demon in the face and ran limply towards the way he came from.

“It’s not a good idea to anger me, (Y/n).” His hand grabbed your arm making you tumble towards the ground as he kneed your legs. You struggled against his hold as he tightened his grasp. “Fucking let me go!” He shoved your face towards the ground, “I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in (Y/n), you’re my prisoner and you will follow what I say.” You tossed your hips upwards to try and throw him off your back, “I am not your bitch!” Great comeback (Y/n). His hands grip your hair and he makes you look up towards the ceiling, “Oh (Y/n), that’s where you’re wrong…You are my bitch!” he whispers near your ear as he slams your face towards the floor making you black out.  

Several days later

The metal door slammed open and revealed a strange man with a machete in his hand. You stared at him blankly trying to get a hold of yourself. The dim lighting in the room made you squint harder as you tried to register where you were. You were back in the room that the vampire/demon tied you in but now metal shackles bound you to the chair. The man looked towards you as if surprised that there was someone being held captive in the windowless space. He lowered his blade as you started to shiver from the sharp air filling the room. Your clothes were basically rags and your body was covered with deep gashes inflicted by the demon. The man seemed to think that you were shaking with fear from him as he approached you.    

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” his deep voice sounded so calming as he slowly approached you. Your chains clamored as you shivered with the frigid temperature of the room. “Please…” gosh your voice was hoarse. He reached for the metal restraints. His hazel eyes mesmerized you. They seemed to have a life of their own as they seemed to turn colors. One moment they were green, then brown, and somehow they had blue specks swimming like little stars in a dark void of the galaxy. He seemed to be equally interested in your eyes as well as you both gazed at each other intently before he caught himself.

“So, you wouldn’t happen to know where the keys to these are would you?” a small smile plastered his face as you shook your head.

Heavy footsteps came from the door as another man with spiked hair came through the door. “Sammy, I think these will help,” keys dangled on the gruff man’s fingers as he tossed them to the long-haired man. The chains fell heavily to the floor as you held your arms towards your chest rubbing your sore wrists. The man who you assumed was Sammy kneeled in front of you. “Can you tell me your name?” Your shoulders shook as warm eyes bored into your (y/e/c) ones.

“(Y/n)…” you whispered as he laid his jacket onto you as you began to shake more violently.

“Can you stand up?” the taller man inquired as he stood up to help. You nodded your head as you attempted to use your aching legs. “Whoa, there…” strong arms came around your waist as you began to fall towards the concrete floor. “Thanks…” you croaked as you tried to push the tall man’s arms away from you as a streak of independence flared through you. “I can walk…” he let go of your waist as you took a step towards the door. Your attempt failed as you found yourself being carried by the hazel-eyed man.

Your arms slowly pushed against him, “I can…” His firm grip stopped your struggle as your face felt his warm chest, “This way’s much faster sweetheart and we got to get out as soon as possible or do you want me to carry you instead?” The shorter man smiled at you as you rolled your eyes in exasperation. Puh-lease! Cocky bastard…

You stopped fussing as you realized that they wouldn’t let you walk but as he carried you up the stairs the cold outside air made you wince as a burning sensation rushed from your thigh. You bit your lower lip and clenched your fist around the man’s chest as you tried to hold in the pain but a slight cry escaped. The two men approached a black car as the cocky one opened the back door. Sammy settled you in the backseat, “Ok, (Y/n) we need to take you to the hospital…You need stitches for those-”

“No, no hospital…” you shook your head adamantly as they loaded themselves into the front of the car.

The car rumbled to life letting out a soft purr, “But (Y/n), your injuries look severe.” The man in the driver’s side of the car eyed me in the rear-view mirror sighing as he saw my stubborn chin.  “Sammy the lady doesn’t want a hospital, I’m sure we can patch her up.” The hazel-eyed man turns towards you as you silently stare at the quiet scenery passing you outside. “I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean. Do you know anything about what happened to you?” you considered his kind face when you recognized their names. Holy SHIT! I know them! Uncle Lou is so not going to like this…

“Yes… my family was attacked by vampires and they kidnapped me because of my family.” Sam’s surprised face didn’t faze me as he looked silently towards his brother who reached for his gun. “I’m not a demon or a monster, I wasn’t bitten by the vamps either. Also, I know who you two are,” the car stopped to the side of the road as both looked at you wide-eyed.

“You’re the Winchesters.”

So I technically already have til chapter 8 on AO3 under the same name but I wanted to post it here as well so let’s start with the prologue!

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(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ tell me what life without julian is like.

OK SURE NO PROBLEMYOU ASKED FOR IT HERE’S THE BEGINNING & THIS WAS MY SOUNDTRACK.

The ‘friends and family’ memorial gathering ahead of funeralis torturous. The distantly familiar faces of old friends and relatives consolingone another as they stand around in small groups, shedding tears over sappymemories, isn’t comforting; it infuriateshim. Of course they had all come out of the woodwork during Julian’s rise, butwhere had they been after he fell? He couldn’t even vouch for the intentions oftheir own parents. He might have even bet that the eager fans outside tweetingabout how much they’ve always loved andsupported Julian, even the ones at home working on their lengthy statusupdates about how much of a personal influence the star had on their lives,gave more of an actual fuck about the fact that Julian was gone than the people in this room ever did.

At the service, Adrian takes the podium with a white clothhaphazardly wrapped around his knuckles, small spots of red blooming from theplaces where the shattered glass of the bathroom window had left slits in hisskin. He hears the quiet swish of the flask tucked away in his breast pocket,tongue running over cracked lips as his eyes scan the room. He wipes absentlyat his damp forehead with the edge of his sleeve, undoubtedly just furtherdisrupting his slightly disheveled curls.

He begins his eulogy with the heavily thought over words hehad written down a thousand different ways, each face his eyes wandered overadding drops of fuel to the fire burning in the pit of his stomach. He spends a fewminutes hashing over what a great kid Julian was and praising him for the positivetraits that had led to his massive accomplishments, before he pauses, releasinga heavy sigh.  

Julian would have hated this just as much as he did.

“My brother workedharder than anyone I’ve ever known to build up the life that he had.” Adriancarried on, skin stretching open painfully as his hand curled into a fistagainst the side of the podium. What was the point? He had spent nearlyevery conversation with his parents since they had written one another out of theirlives, pointedly slipping in good things about Julian. How could he stand here, repeating the same things he had said amillion times about the good in Julian, just to watch theirdismissive looks of indignation fade into teary nods of agreement now that hewas dead? “But there was one thing henever got…” Julian had no future reputation to protect – a little bit of anoutburst from his brother wasn’t exactly going to kill him now.

“And that was to feellike one of you.” The shift in the atmosphere is almost palpable, thoughAdrian simply swallows thickly, ignoring the social cue to stop while he's ahead. “Every single person in this roomturned their back on him when he needed you.” He says matter-of-factly, thevolume of the storm in his heart edging into his tone. “So you don’t get to cry and tell me how much you cared, how heartbrokenand sorry you are to see him go so young.”

“Speaking of seeing;raise your hand if you’ve seen Julian in the last, oh, I don’t know. Year? Two years? Three?” Gentle hands are linking through his arm, a firm palm on his backurging him to follow the slight tug on his elbow. “No? How about if you just gave him a call to see how he wasdoing?” He tried after a deafening silence fell over the still group infront of him, ignoring the soft murmurs against his ear that attempt to remindhim this is not the time or place. Having moved a few steps but still resistingthe pull, Adrian leaned back over to the microphone. “Nope, flipping through a tabloid at the grocery store so you can jumpin on the gossip with your friends because you knew him doesn’t count.” He added quickly, the gentleness ofthe hands gripping his bicep lessening just about every time he opened hismouth. 

 AlthoughAdrian ultimately blames himself, in the moment it’s incredibly easy to projecton his parents, sitting dutifully in the front row with expressions sohorrified and complexions so pale they almost matched the pallor of theiryoungest son. “Your complacent abandonment of the child that you destroyed only to self-righteously deem unworthy of your efforts killed him.” 

“Fuck this.” He finally relents, letting the tug on his arm begin to lead him away.The fact that he’s a decent amount of feet away from themicrophone makes little difference as he gestures to his parents. “And fuck you. I hope you feel good about yourselves when you wake uptomorrow to resume your happy lives -only better now though, huh? What with the reliefof knowing that Julian won’t ever embarrassyou again.” Adrian spits, ignoring the warmth trickling between hisfingers from the searing openings across his hand.

“Don’t worry, mom anddad! He can’t do much else to disappointyou from a fucking box.” He concludes with a sharp kick to the nearestobject, the pain that shoots through his toes all the way up to his kneecompletely overshadowed by the effort to postpone the effects of the snapping dam thathad thus far been keeping him from crying. “Getoff me.” He snaps, yanking his arm away and showing himself the rest of theway out, unable to distinguish between someone who wanted to comfort him andsomeone who just wanted him to shut up. Eyes drifting upward, Adrian scoffs,shaking his head to himself. “Sorry,Jules.” He mutters through a jagged exhale, reaching into the inner pocketof his jacket as he pushes through the door.

 @hautemistakes // ask meme.