Late Night Texts 26 by ThisBeautifulDream, literature
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Late Night Texts 26
S: Dean, were you and Cas watching Ju-On 2 last night?
D: No.
S: Dean, are you lying to me?
D: Yes.
S: Dammit, Dean, what the hell have I told you about letting Cas watch scary movies?
D: Not to do it.
S: So why the hell do you keep doing it?
D: Because he likes to cuddle when hes afraid.
D: And by that I mean hes fucking terrified and he cusses me out while hiding his face in my shoulder.
D: How the hell did you figure out we watched that, anyway?
S: Hes locked himself in your room, screaming about how if that bitch wants to come at him, shes going to have to face him and his army of angels.
S: Dean, he has
"You're a bloody idiot!" Thorin yelled at Bilbo, forcing the Halfling against the rocky mountainside. "You could have gotten yourself killed!" His fist slammed down on the rock beside Bilbo's cheek.
Bilbo met Thorin's furious eyes, confused but defiant. "I saved you."
"For which I am eternally grateful," Thorin snarled, the truth in his words startling Bilbo. "But my life is not worth yours." His voice was soft, pain shining in his eyes. The fist that landed near Bilbo's face uncurled, moving slowly to the Halfling's cheek, cupping it gently. "My life will never be worth yours."
"You're wrong," Bilbo's voice wa
Late Night Texts 25 by ThisBeautifulDream, literature
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Late Night Texts 25
(Group Message Sam and Dean Winchester)
C: Dean. Sam. We must help the mighty Thorin Oakenshield reclaim his stolen homeland of Erebor.
D: What the hell are you talking about?
S: I meant to tell you this earlier.
S: I took him to go see the Hobbit.
D: Why would you do that?! You know he gets weird ass ideas.
C: Dean, we must go help him. He could die without us.
D: Why should I give a rat's ass?
C: He is a majestic ruler, Dean. His majesticness must be saved for future generations.
D: His what?
C: His majescticness.
D: What the hell?
S: Thorin was pretty majestic. I have to admit that.
C: Then you understand, Sam! We have to go h
Harder to Breathe Pt. 2 by ThisBeautifulDream, literature
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Harder to Breathe Pt. 2
When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love
I knew my Master would be back when the seasons changed. He didn't mind the cold, but his indifference to the chilly air couldn't stop his longing for warmth-my warmth. I didn't mind, though. I missed him too. He felt that it was safer-that he was safer- for me to be with him when it was cold. The drumming, the constant drumming that he had to endure, was never as strong in the cold air. I hate that. I hate that the Master-that my Master, the only one I've ever loved, the only one I've ever given myself to- has to guard himself around me.
You'll understand what I mean
"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark," the cop's voice was sympathetic, but hollow. The horror of what he had just seen-the mutilated bodies of the child and the man, the remains of the car- were right behind his eyelids, threatening to burst forth from the walls of his memory every time he so much as blinked. "I really am."
"It-it's not your fault," Tony's voice was weak, nonexistent. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. Everything he knew-everything he loved-was gone. Just like that. "It was-I excuse me." Tony turned around, walking back into Stark Tower and closing the door in the cop's face.
Some things never change here w
Charles.
I never meant to hurt you. You are the last thing on this planet I want to hurt you and your childlike belief in the good in all humans. I never wanted to hurt you. But I did.
I should have listened to you, dear friend. I should have taken the helmet off, I should have let you in my mind, as I had so many times before. But I couldn't. I couldn't stop my selfish desires. I let my lust for revenge get in the way of my love for you. And for that, I am sorry. I am truly sorry.
You claimed to know everythin
Eames, Arthur, and Mr. Slender Man by ThisBeautifulDream, literature
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Eames, Arthur, and Mr. Slender Man
"Arthur, have you ever heard about Slender Man?" Eames asked, not looking up from his laptop.
"He is a slender man," Cobb spoke up, his blue eyes running over Arthur's incredibly lean body.
Eames shook his head, not laughing. "No, I'm talking about the Slender Man." Arthur and Cobb looked at each other and shrugged, neither entirely sure about where Eames was going. "It's scary. He's scary."
"Who is he?" Arthur put his book down in his lap, cocking his head at Eames.
"No one knows. He's just this thing." Eames's voice trembled slightly, and he coughed quickly in an attempt to cover it up. "He's tall
An Asgardian Promise by ThisBeautifulDream, literature
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An Asgardian Promise
Fear. Heart pounding, adrenaline rushing, pulse thrumming, limbs quivering fear.
Loki didn't know what he was running from, he didn't know why he was running, all he knew was that he was running, and he was afraid. Something was after him, something dangerous, something that was going to kill him. And he didn't know what it was.
He was alone, terrified, and helpless. He was so helpless.
"Loki!"
Loki sat up, his shrill scream splitting the silence as Thor's arms enveloped him.
"Loki, calm yourself!" Thor's arms tightened around his brother as Loki emitted another scream, this one muffled by Tho
Winchester. Dena Winchester. (Part One) by ThisBeautifulDream, literature
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Winchester. Dena Winchester. (Part One)
Sam and Dean Winchester had been fighting things since they were small boys. They started fighting crazy shit in their mid-twenties. The freaky-shit-that-shouldn't-exist-but-did-and-scared-the-hell-out-of-every-fucking-body didn't start finding them until they had joined with Castiel, which was very fortunate. Though neither Dean nor Sam would say it out loud, without Castiel's help the Winchester brothers would be rotting in some holes somewhere. Or, to be more precise, Dean would be rotting in a hole, and Sam would still be running around like the blood-craving bastard he had been.
The freaky-shit-that-shouldn't-exist-but-did