The Hellhound: To Hell And Back (part 2) (Jordan Parrish imagine)

Let Beauty Come out of Ashes (Steve Rogers imagine)

« Steve? »

Standing on her balcony, he kept on watching the sky.

« I don’t think I can do this anymore, Y/N » He whispered.

« Do what? »

« I’m tired of fighting »

She walked to him, putting a comforting hand on his back.

« Are you expecting me to ask you to stay ? » She muttered.

She could not see the slight smile on his face, a sweet picture of their life together forming in his head, a life they would had if he decided to stay.

« There’s nothing I wish more than to stay here, with you. » He confessed.

« There’s nothing I wish more than for that to be true »

He vehemently turned to look at her, confusion written all over his face.

«  Are you saying I’m lying ? » He asked with surprise.

« I don’t think you’re capable of lying, Steve »

« Then what do you mean ? »

« … I know you. Probably more than you know yourself at this point. » She started, her hand slowly stroking his « You’re a soldier, a super soldier. You leave to right the wrong, to fight for the people, to speak for them. You are brave, braver than anybody I’ve ever met, and this bravery will always lead you to a battlefield, not to me »

« That’s not true » He quickly replied.

She simply smiled, caressing his cheek with the back of her hand.

« You’re a hero for those people, and they need you now »

« I’m not sure I’m anyone’s hero anymore, Y/N »

« Well at least you can be sure you’ll always be mine »

Watching her closely, he knew she was dead serious. She had always believed in him, sometimes even more than he believed in himself.

« I thought you liked superman » He joked. « Wasn’t you that suggested I should wear a cap like him? »

She planted herself in front of him, firmly, taking his face between her hands and forcing him to look at her eyes before she spoke.

« Not all heroes wear capes, Steve » She whispered, almost like it was a secret. « But they all share one thing in commun »

« Bravery ? » He joked with a small smile.

« Stupidity »

He chuckled, not expecting that answer.

« What is that suppose to mean ? »

« It means you’re not unbreakable. » She muttered. « It means there will be that one final fight, the one you don’t come back from, because whatever happens on the battlefield, you’ll always think of saving people before saving yourself. One day you won’t make it home and I’ll know one of them is alive because you’re dead. »

« Y/N … »

She pursed her lips, trying to hold back a sob.

« You need to hear this before you leave, Steve » She started, her forehead against his, both of their eyes closed. « I love you, with all my heart. That won’t change, ever. You are the best part of me. So when they’ll try to tear you down, think of me, and remember someone is waiting for you home. »

« I will » He promised

He gently leaned in and pulled her into a fiery and passionate kiss. Her hands work their way around his neck, his around her waist. It was slow and soft, as comforting as words would never be. His thumb caressed her cheek as he took a step back. She ran her fingers down his spine, making his shiver. His eyes closed, he swore he’d always remember this moment. He pulled her close, until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest. For a while, not a words were spoken between them, but a story worthy of them was communicated.

« I’m coming home, Y/N » He forcefully answered.

« I know you’ll do your best. I’m gonna miss you, Captain »

« Not as much as I’ll miss you » He smiled.

She dropped her head on his chest, her ear against his heart, the simple sound of it enough to comfort her.

« When I’ll come back, I’ll ask you to marry me » He confessed.

She giggled.

« Aren’t you suppose to keep that a secret until you propose ? »

« I figured conventional was not made for us »

« Then you should probably know I’ll say yes when you’ll ask, so you better make sure you stay alive and in one piece, Captain »

A tear rolled down her cheek when she felt his belly tremble with his laugh. Oh how she would missed this.

« Is that an order ? » He lightly joked.

« Is it » She seriously answered, raising her head to look at him. « Come back to me, Steve »

Taking a deep breath, he inhaled her scent before he’d have to leave. His thumb gently brushed the tears as he planted his lips on her forehead.

« You know I always will » He muttered, kissing her. « I love you, Y/N »

Her eyes closed, all she could feel was the thick air around her. Though her mind called out for his, he was gone, and finally she knew that time to be alone had come. Standing on the balcony, she kept watching the sky, almost expecting to see a sign he was still here. Profound sadness is all she felt, fatigue engraved on her worn out face after the events of the last couple of days.

« I knew I’d found you here » She heard a voice behind her.

She didn’t turn around. She didn’t want to hide her pain, it was useless. Everyone could see just how broken she was

«  Hey, Buck’ » She simply answered.

She heard him coming closer, felt his cold metal hand on her shoulder. He didn’t need to say anything. What she felt, he felt it twice as hard. Her mind was numb, empty. She couldn’t concentrate on anything. Where there was once his love, his light, his laugh, was now an aching hollowness.

« I miss him too » The soldier whispered.

She closed her eyes, the tears unwillingly flowing. She could almost picture him, only days ago, standing next to her on this very balcony. Telling her how much he loved her.

« It’s so unfair, Buck »

« I know »

« We were supposed to have more time » She muttered. « He was supposed to come home »

« He fought his way home to you, Y/N. You can be damn sure he tried his best »

She sighed.

« I shouldn’t have let him go » She admitted. « As selfish as it sound, the world could have burnt if it meant for him to stay alive »

« You don’t mean that »

She turned to look at him.

« Why ? Why did it have to be him ? »

« You know why, you know what happened » He answered. « Half of the Avengers in that room behind us wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Steve »

She closed her eyes, turning back to look at the sky.

« I know it hurts, Y/N » He brokenly whispered. « I’ve lost him twice now. But there was no stopping him »

« I knew this would happened » She confessed. « Something was off, I could feel it »

« Nobody could have prevented this »

« My own damn fault for falling in love with Captain America »

She abruptly stood straight

« He was stupid. I told him, all of you superheroes are fools, thinking you can fight without taking a hit. Look where that got us, he’s dead Bucky » Her lips trembled. « Steve is …. he’s dead »

Her sadness was a flowing river, cold and unending. It washed all the goodness out of her and left her a mere shell of what she had once been with him. Bucky didn’t hesitate a second and took his friend in his arms.  Wrapping his metal arm around her shoulders, he pulled her closer, gently rubbing her arm. She sunk into the warmth of his side, appreciative of the simple gesture. They were both hurting, they both needed this, needed each other to be able to grief. His arms squeezed harder when he felt her tears on his shoulder.

« He loved you, Y/N. So much »

« How am I suppose to live without him ? » She whispered.

« I’m asking myself the same question. We’ve both lost a part of our family »

He took a step back to look at her.

« But we are gonna get though this. You and me, doll. I’ve got your back »

« I’m sorry you lost him again, Bucky »

The look of sheer pain on his face was enough to break her heart all over again.

« I was lucky enough to find him after 70 years, I’m sure we haven’t seen the last of him » He stated, more to comfort himself than his friend.

She hummed in response, her head turning back to the empty casket full of ashes in the middle of the room.

« Captain America celebration, huh ? » She said, reading the big sign one of the Avenger had placed.

« Tony’s idea. Seemed more fitting than a funeral »

She could see them, all the Avengers, all sitting in that room filled of heavy silence.

« Can you see ? » Bucky asked. « The Avengers started with him, that small punk from Brooklyn wanting to save the world. He showed us what it was like to care, to fight for something you believe in. He opened the way to the other heroes. Can you see, Y/N, that without him, there wouldn’t be anyone in this room ? We exist because a skinny kid believed he could change an entire system. And he did »

« Captain America’s legacy » She answered.

« We are his legacy. He will never be dead, not really. Everything he did for this world, we cary with us. And which each enemy we’ll face in the future, we will keep in head that the first Avenger that led that fight was Captain America and we owe it to him to protect and lead by heart, the way he led us to victory when he gave up his life. This was his endgame, not ours »

« You will make a terrific Captain, Bucky »

« I had a terrific example » He smiled.

Taking a closer look inside the room, she could see just how much he was right. Every soul in there had been touch by Steve Rogers. They had been more than teammates, he had created a family, and despite past differences and new arrivals, she knew the Avengers would cary his soul. She had lost him, but what a lucky ride it was by his side.

« To Steve Rogers » She murmured, raising her glass.

« To Steve Rogers »

The Hellhound: To Hell and Back (part 1) (Jordan Parrish imagine)

« It always starts the same way. I’m alone, in the forest. I’m running, but I don’t know where to, or who I’m running from. I can feel the fear, it’s like ... like ... it’s eating me alive, like I already know what’s coming next. Then there’s Jordan, not far from where I am. He’s shouting at me, but I can’t hear. All I see is that awful creature in front of him. He has a blade in his hand. It doesn’t look like a regular blade, it’s shiny, and small... I know here’s ready to kill him, I know we’re about to lose the fight, so I run harder and push Jordan out of the way.»

« Then what ?»

« Then I die saving him»

« How Shakespearian of you»

The young girl standing against her bedroom window turned around to look at her friend. It was easy to guess just how scared she was. Her restlessness was betraying her. Taking a short intake of breath, she starred back at the trees through the glass, barely visible at this time of night.

« I know what you’re going to say» She muttered. « That it wasn’t real, that maybe the stress of everything going on around us is getting to me. That it was just ... a nightmare»

« Was it?» The girl sitting on the bed spoke.

« It ... it didn’t feel like a dream, Lydia. It felt ... it felt like I was standing in a graveyard.» She admitted.

She heard her friend sight and, once again, turned to look at her.

« Is it possible it could have been a ... sort of a vision ?» Lydia wondered.

« I’m not like you guys, I don’t have any superpowers»

« It took me a while to figure out I was a banshee»

« Well, I’m human. Nothing special about that» She closed the conversation.

Lydia pursed her lips, not wanting to press the subject.

« Have you talked to Parrish about it ?» The banshee asked her friend.

The teenager shook her head, leaning back on her bed and starring absently at the ceiling.

« I don’t see the point. He’s ... Something’s changed with him» She stated.

« What do you mean ?»

« He’s taking his distance» She confided. «All I get is formal greetings and non-existent smiles»

« ... Did you kissed ?» The red hair woman asked.

Her friend chuckled.

« What ? What did I say ?» Lydia seriously replied.

« I basically told you we don’t talk anymore, and you ask me if we kissed, Lydia.» She laughed.

« Well, you guys were pretty close... And you kinda blush every time you catch him starring at you»

« That’s not true!»

« I think you’re the last one to find out you’ve got it bad of the deputy, Y/N/N» Lydia joked.

The girl next to her rolled her eyes.

« It doesn’t matter. Nothing is going to happen between us. Ever. » She sadly answered.

« How do you know if you keep avoiding him...»

« I’m not ...» She stopped when she saw the look Lydia was giving her. «Okay, I might have tried to avoid him... for a while...»

« See, that wasn’t so hard to admit now, was it ?»

« It’s useless, Lyd’» She told her friend. « All he sees is my eighteen years of life. I’m just a teenager trapped in a supernatural mess he happens to be involved in.»

« Wanna know my opinion ?» The banshee spoke, laying down next to the young girl.

« Do I have a choice ?»

« Not really, no» She smiled. « He’s scarred, Y/N.»

She turned her head to look at her when she heard her friend chuckle.

« Think about it for a second. He’s a deputy, the Sheriff’s right hand. He’s literally the embodiment of law ... when he’s not the hellhound.»

« Your point ?»

« He’s, what, five or six years older than you are ? That doesn’t seem like a lot, but you’re still in high school. While you’re in math, he’s out investigating murders. He’s got feelings for you, we all know it, but like it or not, he’s a deputy, and he’s got an image to keep up»

« Why do I always get myself into impossible situation, Lyd’ ?» She said after a while.

Lydia patted her friend’s leg and was about to reply when they heard a phone going off. Y/N grabbed it under her pillow and quickly picked it up.

« Hello ?» She answered.

« Hey, Y/N/N»

She recognized the voice immediately and rolled her eyes, already annoyed.

« What d’you want, Stiles?» She playfully replied.

« So nice to hear you to» He ironically joked.

« I’m kinda in the middle of something so make it quick»

« Is it a date?» He inquired. «Please tell me deputy sexy brown eyes finally had the guts to ask you out»

« Deput... what ? You ... what ?»

Her confusion made her friend laugh. Curious to what was going on, Lydia got close enough to hear the conversation.

« Hey, Stiles!» She greeted him.

« Lydia ?» The young boy answered in surprise. « Wait ... what is Lydia doing with you and Parrish?»

« I never said I was with Jordan»

« First name basis, huh ?» He teased her.

Lydia chuckled.

« Keep going and I’ll hurt you, Stilinski»

« Hey, don’t use the last name, I was joking!» He laughed.

« Get to the point, Stiles» She pushed him to continue.

He sighed, already hating the perspective of crushing their night with, once again, a bad news.

« You need to get to Scott’s» He told them.

« What happened ?» Lydia seriously asked.

« We’re not sure yet»

« Please tell me it’s not another monster ...» Y/N complained.

« Or any other type of killer» Lydia added.

« Well technically no one is dead»

« ... Yet»

« I’ll explain. Get here asap»

And with that he hung up, leaving the girls to wonder what was actually going on. Without saying anything, they both walked out of the house. Y/N lived in the same neighborhood as Scott, only a couple houses down the street. They shouldn’t have taken too long to get there. They wouldn’t have if Y/N hadn’t stopped in her tracks, turning around and looking at the empty road, only lit by the street lights at this hour of the night.  

« Y/N ?» Lydia called.

She didn’t hear her. Eyes wide opened, she seemed to be searching for something around her. There was no wind, but she could swore she could hear it, almost like a whisper, distant and cold. She turned to her friend, for a moment wondering what was happening. That’s when she heard it. Faint but clear. A voice whining behind her.

« What ?» Lydia pushed when she saw her friend’s frightened expression. « Y/N what’s going on?»

« Do you hear it?» The girl muttered.

« Hear what ?»

Lydia took a couple of steps toward her friend, looking around for any sign of threat. Her phone was already in her hand, the number of their alpha written on the screen. Y/N’s heart was racing. She felt so scarred and she couldn’t figure out why. She felt a gush of air, the atmosphere suddenly chilling. She turned, slowly, her eyes on the concrete. The sound did not stop, only grew louder, giving her an atrocious headache. She raised her gaze when she heard a door slamming. That’s when she saw it. Where an instant before there was no-one at all now stood a girl. It was no more than a distortion of the light, a human cut out of colors that weren’t right. She stood barefooted, almost translucent, her finger pointing across the road to an empty house. There was a sale sign next to it. The windows were all closed, all except one, and where the girl once stood, there was not a flick of light. One moment she was there, the next, she was standing in front of that house, her face completely passive as she looked back at the frightened teenager. Y/N took a step closer, drawn to the mysterious apparition. No more than a second later, the air was rent with a scream that was so piercing she collapsed on the floor, hands clamped over her ears. The girl was no longer there and everything around her was spinning.

« Y/N!» She heard someone shout.

She opened her eyes, the memories of what had just happened shaking her to the core. Lydia stood a couple feet away from her, alert and worried. She hadn’t heard her friend making a phone call but Stiles and Scott were there, next to her, trying to get her back to reality. When the alpha tried to touch her, she coiled back.

« Y/N, it’s me» He gently spoke, as if talking to a child. « It’s Scott»

« Scott ...» She repeated in a whisper.

He helped her sit on the ground while Stiles took his jacket off and put it on her shivering body.

« You alright ?» He asked.

She shook her head, slowly coming back to her senses.

« Can you tell me what happened ?»

She started sobbing, the emotions way too much to take in. The alpha sat next to her, taking the girl in his arms.

« I’m scarred, Scott» She admitted in a mutter only he could hear.

« Scarred of what ?»

She did not answer, only pointed at the house, like that girl had done a moment ago. Scott and Stiles looked back at Lydia, hoping for an explanation.

« I don’t know» She told them. « We were walking and she just ... she just stopped. She was fine and she started freaking out»

« She’s dead» Y/N suddenly talked.

Stiles kneeled down in front of her, worry written across his face.

« Who’s dead, Y/N ?» He inquired.

« The girl. She’s dead, Stiles.»

« What girl ?»

Once again, she pointed at the house. Stiles took a look back then turned to Scott.

« Go check it out» Scott said. « I’ll stay with Y/N»

Lydia put a comforting hand on her best friend’s back, making sure she was alright before she joined Stiles. The teenager watched them go, resting her head on Scott’s shoulder.

« Do you want to talk about it ?» He softly asked.

« I don’t know what happened» She admitted.

« What do you mean ?»

« I just ... I just felt like something was wrong and she looked … hurt.»

« She ? Are you talking about Lydia ?»

She sighed, closing her eyes as if it would make the memories disappear.

« You’re gonna think I’m crazy, Scott»

« You know that’s not true»

He took her hand in his, hoping to appease her.

« I don’t know what it was ... I felt scarred and I didn’t know why and then… I saw a girl, on the street. She was ... almost ... almost like ...»

« Like what ?» Scott pushed her to keep going.

« Like a ghost»

« A ghost ?»

« Yes»

« Then what ? Did she attacked you ?»

« No. I don’t think she wanted to. She showed me the house. She looked so...dead»

Before the alpha could answer, Stiles and Lydia walked out of the door, both looking very alert. The red hair girl stayed back, a phone in her hand, talking animatedly to someone. Y/N stood up, helped by her friend, hoping to hear it was just a very, very bad dream.

« We’ve got a problem» Stiles stated.

« What is it ?» Scott asked.

Stiles warily starred at Y/N, almost afraid of her reaction.

 « We found a dead body »

The teenager put a hand to her mouth, trying to keep herself from going crazy.

« What … what did she look like ? » She immediately asked, praying it was just a crazy coincidence.

« What ? »

« The girl, did she have long blond hair and a scar on her forehead ? Did she wore a red dress with flowers ? Were her nails painted in pink ? » She talked fast, she was one second away from breaking down.

Stiles looked surprise for a second and didn’t stare at her, but at Scott.

« Okay, now that’s disturbing. »

« Did she look like that? » Scott calmly asked him.

He didn’t answer, simply nodded.

« Okay, I’m not freaking out » Y/n told them. « At least not yet, but what the fuck is going on with me ?! »

« Well … honestly … » Stiles started before he caught Scott’s eyes and shut up instantly.

He cleared his throat, turning back as Lydia joined them.

« I called the police, they should be here soon »

« What did you tell them ? » Y/N asked.

« The truth. That we found a body »

« Did you say anything about … about me ? »

« Unless you’d like a one way trip to Eichen House, we better keep that between us »

They all silently agreed.

«  What is ‘’that’’ exactly ? I mean … we don’t know what happened except that Y/N just magically found a dead body » Stiles said, earning a look from everyone. « Touchy subject, got it … »

« How did I do that? » Y/N asked out loud. « How did I see her ? »

« See her ? » Lydia and Stiles spoke at the same time.

« The girl. She saw her … ghost. That’s how she found the house » Scott explained.

« You saw a ghost ? » Stiles practically shouted.

« Do you think it has something to do with your dreams ? » Lydia inquired.

« What dreams ? » Scott replied.

« More like vision » Lydia added.

« They’re not visions » Y/N insisted. « They’re just dreams. Nothing weird about that »

« You just officially enter the circle of bizarre people of Beacon Hills » Stiles told her.

« Jeez, thanks Stiles. I feel so much better now » She rolled her eyes.

Once again, Scott looked at his friend, silently shutting him up.

« Don’t worry, Y/N » He reassured her. « We will figure out what’s happening with you »

« How ? »

« That’s a conversation we will have later. The police is almost here »

And with that the conversation was over. They didn’t look at each other, didn’t add another word, all were wondering was what happening. Once again, they were up against something they knew nothing about.

I owe you guys an apology

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything, since I wrote anything to be honest Every time I say I’ll do a challenge, or a request, all I’m hoping is that I’ll have the courage to write again, to enjoy doing it again. The excuse I’ve given you is that I’m a student and university takes most of my time. While that’s partially true, there’s also another issue that I’ve tried to ignore. Maybe you’ve read one of my Charles Xavier’s request, Pocrescophobia. If so, you know what I’m going to say. The reason I’m not writing anymore is because I’m sick. Mentally sick. Which is still hard to admit if you ask me. I’ve created a whole world made of numbers, disgust and self-hatred. My doctor call it anorexia, I just call it hell. I’m sorry I’ve not been present, I’m sorry I’ve stopped writing. A lot of you send me messages to know when I’ll be back, and the answer is I don’t know. “Recovery” is awfully painful but I promise I’ll be back with more stories, I just don’t know when.

Jaymes.