(whispers) i will end you


so, on the subject of fish

I dont fuckign know guys


                            I just wanna keep callin’ your name

                                          Until you come back

                                                    H O M E

Imagine falling in love with Jensen while working on the set of Supernatural.

Only You

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared, mention of Danneel

Warnings: angst, fluff, language

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is the SIXTH fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, “Just because you love someone, doesn’t mean you should stick around and screw up their life.” It will be highlighted in the fic. This is written for @blacktithe7 I really don’t know where this came from. I hope you aren’t too disappointed.

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“Tame You” - Jay Park X Reader (Smut)

Description: You and your friend have been dating Jay Park and Simon Dominic of AOMG for quite a while before they both decided that their careers were getting in the way of your relationship as their schedules were getting busier by the day. An encounter in a club located in Seoul happens a month after both relationships ended.

  • Word Count: 3827 words

Your hips swayed once more on the beat of a menacingly slow song before you left the dance floor, making your way towards the bar. Your friend lifted her hand in the air to attract the bartender’s attention and she ordered what was probably your favorite drink, seeing as she knew all too well what this little escapade was about. To be fair enough, you both needed it more than you actually thought. It felt good to let go for once. After all, it’s been over a month since it happened and you never got a call or anything close to that. 

Your hand gripped the shot of Jager and you gulped it down, allowing the burning sensation to set in your throat for the third time tonight. 

“Do you think they know we’re in Seoul?” (H/N) asked, eyeing you from behind her cocktail glass as you traced your finger around the mouth of the now empty shot. 

“If they do, they did a poor job of actually finding us,” you rolled your eyes, turning your gaze towards the bartender. Your hand shot up in the air as soon as he looked at you and you motioned for him to bring you another glass of the fiery drink.

 "They come out here frequently, I don’t think they want to find us though, so,“ you shrugged, emptying another shot of Jager, “let’s at least have fun." 

Your heels hit the floor as you got up on your feet and dragged your friend back on the dance floor, swaying your hips once again, catching every note of the song in mesmerizing moves of your body. Your eyelids felt heavy as you closed them and got all caught up in the mood, not even feeling your own breathing but the sound of your heartbeat succumbing to the body-vibrating bass. You forgot all about Jay, about the breakup and the lame excuse he gave you, his whispered "I love you” as you ended the call, tears pouring down your cheeks.

 The animalistic side of you drew you further into the mass of people dancing out of sync as you felt a single presence behind you, imitating your moves.

 "All alone tonight?“ you barely heard the voice over the blasting music. You bobbed your head up and down into a nod, pointing at your friend that was currently too lost in the music to notice, "only with her.”

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The Grim Reapers Girlfriend (Min Yoongi) Pt.3

Originally posted by yoongichii

Originally posted by recked

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Most people think the Grim Reaper or commonly know as Death, is a faceless man wearing a dark cloak with a scythe in his hand. Oh boy were they wrong. Anyone who meets him would mistake him for one of God’s angels, so, what happens when you do meet him?

Basic Summary: Death (Min Yoongi) meets you and instantly falls in love with you, his job is to take you to the other side but instead asks you to become his wife. While thinking of your answer, a miracle happens. You come back to life.

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader (and a bit of JIn)

Genre: Pure fluff, Humour, bit of Angst.

Warning: Swearing

A/N: PLEASE send in feed back, not just to me but to your favourite fanfic writers as well. (Also if you’re going to listen music while reading this I suggest you listen to Goblin soundtrack)

“But you must know…my name is Jin”

“Jin?” you repeated his name, you heard Yoongi sniffle. “Yup! and yours is?” Jin asked.

“Y/n” you replied smiling, you couldn’t believe this was happening. “Well Y/n, how about this Friday you and I grab some coffee? I promise you I won’t be working” he chuckled making you giggle along with him.

“I would like that” you whispered. The two of you ended the call making you come out of the cubicle.

You find Yoongi sitting on the floor nearly in tears. You rush over to him and lift his chin up to make him look at you, “Yoongi, what’s wrong?” you ask. He shakes his head no and gets up, he walks out the door waiting for you to follow.

“Yoongi, are you seriously crying about me getting date?”  he nodded his head, “You’re such a baby” you laughed walking away in the direction to your dorm.

“How would you feel if the person you liked, liked someone else?” I know what you must be thinking, Yoongi has only known you for a week and a bit, how could he possibly like you? At first Yoongi only wanted someone to keep him company, sure he had Jungkook but he wanted a females presence around him.

He decided to do some research on you and soon enough he fell in love, he found out that you would spend every second summer at an age care home to bring it to life, literally. The helpers and elderly said you were the life of the party, he also found out that since you’re Mum was always working you would have to look after your younger brother. Overall you were the perfect girl for him.

You stopped dead in your tracks, you’ve never heard anybody say that they like you.

“What did you just say?” you whisked around, a smile peaking from your lips. Yoongi smiled, walking closer to you. “I really do like you Y/n” he whispered inching closer, “Yoongi…” you dragged out.

He shushed you and continued to inch closer, he was millimetres away from your lips. You were about to have one of those moments until…oh no….Y/n don’t do it…NOOOOO.

“Achoo!” you sneezed right in his face, it was silent. Dead silent. “I have to go” you whispered running to where you were heading.

“Did you really just sneeze in my face!?” Yoongi screamed laughing, “Sorry!” you shouted back.

The days went by fast, the occasional screams from Yoongi sneaking up on you were very frequent. But finally, the days of all days had come. Friday.

“Listen I’m gonna be right beside you, if he seems like a douche cough twice and I’ll come get you okay?” Yoongi strutted with you to the small building, “Yoongi, I don’t think that’ll be necessary” you smiled.

You walked into the shop, Yoongi right by your side. He made sure only you could see him.

You spotted the familiar brown haired boy and smiled, he waved his hand and returned the smile.

“I got your coffee” he passed it to you as you sat down across from him, “Thanks!” you smiled brighter.

“I already don’t like this guy. How could he get your own coffee? You’re an independent woman” Yoongi uttered. 

The date was going well, for both Jin and You. But for Yoongi…it’s worst than hell and he’s been to hell.

“Y/n this guy is a dork, please lets go” he whispered sipping the black coffee he had made himself, you did your best to ignore him, and it was working.

Jin was half way through telling a story about his band members (that you were very into might I add) and then Yoongi did something so unforgivable.

Giving Jin your full attention you noticed a hand peaking out into the corner pf your eye, the pale icy hand went passed you to the Jin’s coffee, you eyed Yoongi down. You’re eyes practically yelling “YOONGI I SWEAR TO GOD.”

But he didn’t listen.

His fingers pulled the coffee towards him, making it spill all over Jin’s black jeans. “Aish!” he yelled, while the burning liquid seeped through the denim.

A worried look was present on your face whilst you scrambled for paper towels. Yoongi stood laughing, clutching his stomach thinking his master plan had worked…that was until he looked at where the coffee spilt, all over Jin’s crotch region.

Soon he realised that your hands would be patting down the spilt coffee.

“Here” you croaked patting down the region not realising where you were patting, that was until Jin coughed. Your eyes went wide as you heard Yoongi groan while walking back and fourth.

“Sorry” you whispered handing him the paper towels, he laughed “It’s fine.” Yoongi groaned again at the sight of you and Jin laughing together.

Soon you and Jin had finished the date and went your separate ways. “Why Yoongi? Why must you ruin the date?” you whispered walking away from him, “Listen he’s a total douche, I got Jungkook to research on him. Total player” he exclaimed waving his hands around.

“Is someone Jealous?” you asked walking down the street to the dormitories. faster then lightening you found yourself pinned up against the wall, Yoongi’s eyes weren’t his normal brown but a dark brown, lust clearly displayed.

“What did you say?”

(A/N AGAIN. I don’t have time to proof read this one so please excuse any mistakes – I uploaded part 4)


Originally posted by j-cypher

Pairing: Taehyung x reader
Genre: Fluff, Rebel!AU
Word Count: 5.1k

“When you look back at this moment, what are you going to remember? The time you sat alone at the bar while your friends partied, or when you were taken on an adventure?”

You were dragged into an club by your friends in hope to increase your social life. Instead you find yourself sitting at the bar drinking alone. But everything changes when a handsome stranger pulls you into rebellion for a night. 

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Originally posted by imagine-everything41

Title: I Will Wait

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Reader
Trigger Warnings: None
Requested by Anon: Hello gorgeous ! Could you do a Draco Malfoy one shot ? Where he is really broken and sad about never having to decide anything about his life because of his parents. But he fall in love with you and everything changes. Super fluffy please, thanks :) 

A/N: Omg thank you so much for the request, sweetie! Hope you like it!

You didn’t know what it was about him that made you stare. Maybe it was his neat blonde hair or his blue eyes. But something about him was definitely tragically beautiful. 

He hadn’t been smiling lately; not even finding enjoyment in tormenting Harry, Ron, and Hermione. He just didn’t seem like himself. 

So despite the arguments from your friends, you thought you should speak to him during your free time before your potions class. He sat alone on a bench in the courtyard and looking albeit sorrowful. 

Quietly, you sat down next to him and crossed your legs over each other before clearing your throat. His eyes shot up to you in surprise and as a reflex, he furrowed his eyebrows and slid himself a bit further from you. 

“L/N,” he spat, eyeing you up and down with those blue eyes you had once admired. “Is there something I can help you with?”

You weren’t deterred by his harsh tone. Instead, you found that it spurred you on even more. “No, no, not really, Draco,” you said, waving it off dismissively. “I just thought maybe you might need some company. You looked upset.”

Draco’s cheeks turned a bit red, but he continued to speak otherwise. “I’m fine,” he murmured. “I don’t see why it concerns you.”

“I guess you’re right,” you said, bracing your hands on your knees and standing up. “But don’t think I won’t come by again. I don’t give up without a fight.”

“Yeah, right,” he said, this time waving you off dismissively. He watched as you waltzed back to your friends, who were eyeing you incredulously, but it wasn’t like it mattered to you; it was your decision to confront Draco and it was your decision to continue to. After all, it was your life. 

This continued on for days. The next day, you had gone up to him and noticed that he didn’t seem to move, but his tone seemed harsher. 

“What is it this time, L/N?” he muttered, this time not even sparing a glance at you.

“I think you know what I’m here for,” you told him, stuffing her hands into your robe for warmth. “Though, I’m very doubtful you’ll open up to me just yet. I’m a very patient person, I’ll have you know. So if it takes me until the last day of my life to get you to open up to me, then, I will gladly do it.”

“Are you insane? Speaking of death when you barely even know me?” he criticized. “I would have thought you more competent than that.”

“Call me what you will,” you said, standing up once again and taking one last look at him behind your back, “but I have never been one to back down from a battle.”

He furrowed his eyebrows this time as he watched you.

On the fifth day, he was starting to get used to you. He had been pushing you away and trying to maintain a harsher tone each time you came, but you never backed down as you had told him. 

At this point, you could basically sit next to him with your shoulders brushing and he wouldn’t even give you a grimace. 

Thus, you rested your back against the bench and sat shoulder to shoulder with him. He had his one leg resting over the other while your leg was crossed over your other one. 

“So? Ready to speak to me yet?” you asked. You both watched as the footsteps of your peers made indents in the melting snow. 

Draco shook his head. “Not really,” he said, softly, crossing his arms over his chest. 

The past few days, even though he had brought upon harsher tones each time, you could see that his face was slowly aging and that he was breaking down his walls just for you. 

On impulse, you took his hand in your gloved ones and squeezed it. “It’s fine,” you whispered, “I really just want to know if you’re okay.”

A sigh escaped his lips and in anguish, his eyebrows crumpled. “I’m not,” he muttered, “but thank you.”

By the seventh day, you had already started with holding his hand and rubbing circles into the back of it. He hadn’t been ready to talk, but you knew he was warming up to you.

Eventually, two days after, he cracked. 

Before you had even gotten to the bench, he ran toward you and grabbed your wrist before whisking you off. It seemed like forever, but he had taken you to an abandoned corridor and pulled you toward him as he sunk to the ground. 

His body shook, but no tears or sobs racked through him. The two of you sat in silence, his arms wound around your shoulders and your hand placed delicately over one of his hands. You rubbed circles into it the way you always did and looked up to see that he had visibly relaxed.

“I haven’t been okay,” he finally admitted, “and I just…never knew why. Then, you came along and you started to force me into telling you what I felt.” He pulled away and held your hands gingerly in his. “There are things I can’t tell you, but if I could, I would in a heartbeat. I hope you understand, but I won’t have to worry because I know you do. Just like always.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “My life had been predestined for me from the minute I was conceived. Every move I made was calculated and I thought that I could handle it, but I can’t. I have never made a decision on my own. I have never been my own person.

“Then, you came along and stuck your nose into my business uninvited and I hated it at first. You were like a curse that never ended. But every day you told me you would continue to pester me. Every day you told me that you would wait. And that one day where you didn’t force me to tell you how I felt…

“I knew.” Draco stopped speaking and looked into your eyes. 

Did his eyes somehow gain more sparkles?

“Knew what?” you asked, rendered speechless by the sudden slew of words.

“I knew that you weren’t like them. You let me make the decision. You let me put myself first. You let me choose when I felt right to speak,” he said, “and that’s more impressive than anything I have ever seen in my life.”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, breathing in his minty scent.

“I would do this all over again if it meant you would end up feeling better,” you whispered.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to.” He pulled away and looked you right in the eyes once again. “Because right here, I want to tell you that I have fallen for you. I wouldn’t call it love just yet, but I would call it something very special. After the third day you came, I knew I could just go somewhere else so you wouldn’t bother me, but I wanted to see you again.” He then offered you a small smile as he said, “Now, I want to see you every day of my life, as my girlfriend.”

You smiled widely and nodded your head fervently. “Yes. I would love that.”

A/N: I actually liked writing this! Sorry for any mistakes! Hope you liked it!

Never Alone (Negan x Reader)

A/N: Third and last part to Alone and Not Alone 

Summary: You and Negan are together. Could it be true love? And can it really last forever?

Warnings: OOC Negan, Caring and Loving Negan, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Death. 

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It was probably a bad idea from the start, but the more time that past, the harder it was to get rid of the addiction that was Negan. There was a way about him, something that pulled you in and there was no escaping the darkness surrounding him once you started drowning in his aura.

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Almost || Dan Howell

A/N: I don’t know whatever this is, I just felt like writing it… I hope it’s alright

Word Count: 1.2K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by shinyphan

“Is this how you want this to end?” I whispered, my bottom lip quivering.

I looked up into his cold brown eyes in search of any sign of emotion. There was nothing. It didn’t hurt him like it hurt me.

“Maybe this was doomed from the beginning.” I said more to myself than to him.

All my life I had always been the one who loved people way more than they loved me. I was that kind of girl and he was that kind of boy who barely loved people.

I was a hopeless romantic and he was a rationalist.

It didn’t make any sense but somehow, I still fell for him, hard.

He didn’t fall at all.

I saw that now.

A few weeks earlier, I was walking through the busy city centre, carrying a few bags. I was out shopping since my aunt was going to get married next week and I still needed a dress. After having tried on about fifteen different ones I finally found a light blue lacey dress that fit perfectly.

I happily payed for my new piece of clothing before I headed out of the store.

The streets were busy but no matter where I went I always looked for his face in the crowd. He never left my mind, whenever I saw a tall, brown haired guy my heart beat faster in the hope of it being Dan. Most of the time the man I spotted would turn around and look nothing like him.

When I walked into a little local coffee shop after my exhausting shopping day, a little bell rang as I opened the door. It smelled heavenly like cake and caramel. It was a rainy spring day and I was really looking forward to a big cup of hot chocolate

“That will be 10.30” the cashier told a tall, brown-haired boy who was wearing a leather jacket.

My heart was jumping by now. Could it be him?

“Have a nice day.” I heard the guy say in a posh accent and by now I couldn’t avert my eyes from his tall frame.

When he turned around to walk to his table, I was suddenly face to face with Dan.

“Oh hey! Nice to see you around.” he exclaimed and hugged me.

I smiled brightly and hugged him back.

It was actually him this time. Dan and I had met a couple of times through our mutual friend Phil. Since then we used to talk on the phone quite often. We had never met up without Phil though and while I was sure that I had feelings for Dan, it was highly possible that I was just a friend in his eyes.  

I still had hope though and when he asked me to sit down at his table my heart was smiling.

We talked for about an hour before Dan had to leave and we kept in contact through texts after.  

Phil did invite us both over a couple of times but Dan never acted like I would have expected him to act. We had been talking to each other on the phone for nearly half a year and still when we met in person I was like a stranger to him.

The thing between us was a constant up and down of him showing interest in me and him ignoring me.

I on the other hand fall hard for people and once I have fallen for them there is no way back. He was driving me crazy and he was all I could think about.

After we had finally met up a few times on our own, without Phil, I was basically sure that he was the right one.  

So, what happened you might now ask, if you read the conversation at the start of this story. I will tell you, I will tell you and it will hurt.

I think it was a Friday and I was fine and an hour later I wasn’t fine anymore.

It was already dark outside when I got onto the bus on my way to Phil’s flat. He had invited me and Dan over once again. The first thing I noticed was a tall, brown haired guy in the back of the bus. My heart jumped up and down again as I walked past a few empty seats before I sat down next to Dan.

“Hi” I chirped happily and gave him a short little hug.

It wasn’t that unlikely to meet him here since we lived pretty close and we both had to be at Phil’s at 8pm.

We made a little bit of small talk before we reached our stop and got off. To get to our friend’s flat we had to walk about five minutes from the bus station and I was enjoying the time I could spend with Dan.  

“This feels like a date.” I joked, but I think we both knew that I wasn’t really joking. I immediately regretted that I said that as I saw Dan’s expression.

“I don’t feel the same way, Y/N.” he suddenly blurted out as my face fell.

“What?” I asked him, wide eyed and completely dumbfounded.

“About us, you like me way more than I like you.”

I couldn’t believe his words, my hopes were crushed and I was shocked because we were suddenly talking about our feelings. I felt like dying on the inside.

“Why did you spent half a year texting and meeting up with me then!?” I wanted to know. I had been pretty hopeful that he could like me back, but apparently, I was wrong.

“I was lonely and I guess I like you, but that feeling is not strong enough. It’s nothing compared to how you feel about me.” Dan explained, throwing his hands up in defence.

“All you did was lead me on! Dan, I’m so damn into you it hurts and you just got my hopes up because you were lonely?” I shouted at him, I felt empty and betrayed.

I kicked a little stone with my foot and it flew across the pavement. We passed a few street lights and Phil’s flat was in sight already.

“So, is this how you want this to end?” I asked Dan silently, from my voice he could tell that I was close to crying.

“I’m sorry.” he told me somewhat truthfully and I understood that he couldn’t choose who he had feelings for.

“Tell Phil that I couldn’t make it.” I snivelled as I turned around to walk back to the bus station. I had the strong desire to just hide in my bed for the next week or two.

“Believe me, I’m so sorry that we ended with an almost.”

Smells Like...//Derek Hale

Requested by: Anon (Sorry, I lost the exact request, but I hope this will do)

(A/N): After a long day, Derek finds comfort in staying by (Y/N)’s side. He often has a habit of sniffing (Y/N), who still doesn’t quite grasp the meaning behind his unique method of showing affection.

Warning: Extremely rushed


Derek’s limbs entangled with yours underneath the warm cotton sheets. The faint scent of morning dew filled your nose as you wiped the sleep from your eyes. It had been months since you had been able to indulge in such peace, and you were reveling in it. Reveling in being able to relax in bed without fear of someone trying to kill you. Reveling in the sound of Derek’s gentle pulse as his fingertips trace mindless patterns on your wrist.

You shift slightly under his weight, sighing as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. His hot breath fans your bare skin, causing goosebumps to form on your forearms. You had gotten used to the constant scratching of Derek’s beard, and there was no use protesting anyway. He loved your aroma, it meant so much to him and his wolf. Love. Protection. Home.

Your hand sweeps across Derek’s spine, trailing to the nape of his neck where it tangled with his dark tresses. A question crossed your mind that you had been dying to know the answer for so long, yet the dark and serene nature of Derek’s bedroom begged you otherwise. But the urge was too strong to set it aside once more.You’d tried to ask once before when everything was so new and perplexing in your mortal eyes, but Derek had lifted a brow and continued going about his task. Now is the perfect opportunity.

“Derek,” you began, causing your mate’s ears to perk up contently, “What do I smell like?”

“What?” Derek questioned, morning husk still evident on his tongue.

“What do I smell like? Like, Scott goes on and on about Allison’s sent, and how it’s some sort of irresistible perfume to his wolf. So, tell me, what’s the Eau d’(Y/N)?”

“You have been spending way too much time Scott and Stiles,” Derek chuckled, his voice muffled by your collarbone.

“No, I’m serious. I want to know,” you exasperated. Derek is silent for as he buries his nose into your neck, snuggling shamelessly. His deep breaths tickles your skin as he takes in your fragrance, making it a part of himself.

“Water,” he grumbles after a long moment, making you furrow your eyebrows deeply.  

“Water? I think you need to get your wolfie senses checked. Last I knew water doesn’t have a smell,” you argued.

“Yes, it does,” Derek countered, running his hand across your hip bone. “Water carries the scent of what it’s passed through, over, and under. Copper, wood, grass, brick, stone, you. It’s ever changing–with every second of every hour. You– your scent– brings the world with you and makes you part of it.”

Well, that was unexpected. You had no idea how the hell to feel, but Derek’s tone was low and reverent, showing much truth in his words–whatever they might mean. It sounded important.

“How can you find me if my scent is always changing? How can you track me when you can’t hear my heartbeat?”

Derek huffed against your skin, sending involuntary shivers down your spine. “Because underneath the water is your essence, and it’s bright and electric. Like a spark.”

“Oh,” you shudder. Derek doesn’t respond, continuing to trace the outline of the veins on your palm.

“So, has anyone ever told you what you smell like? Does Scott sniff you? I hope not, I mean, that’s kinda weird. Can you smell yourself? Is that a thing that you can do? What–”

You cut yourself short, noticing the way that Derek freezes in place. His head lays limp against your chest as his hand pauses it’s movement. Your curious nature got the best of you and now you were regretting every word.

“Ash,” Derek says emotionlessly, his hand stopping over your racing heart. “They say I smell like ashes.”

You were thankful that you were still in bed, otherwise you might have fallen. You tried to empathize with him, but no matter how hard you tried, you could never understand his pain. Even after all this time the devastation of the fire still surrounded him. And as much as he tries to push the thoughts into the back of his mind, they will always haunt him, no matter how good things were going now.

You shift underneath Derek and shove him slightly, managing to get him to turn into his back. Of course, this action only happened because Derek allowed it.

“Well, I think they’re wrong,” you say, stradling Derek’s hips. He looks up at you with clouded eyes.


“I think you smell like…” you trail off, dragging your nose up his sternum. Your think for a moment, trying to identify each component of his comforting scent. “Sweat, because you didn’t shower after your run this morning, and garlic from lunch.” You move up Derek’s body, swiping your nose across his collarbone.  “And oil from fixing my car. Thanks for that, by the way.”  

Taking a chance, you look up at Derek. His eyes twinkle beneath his half-lidded eyes, filled with adoration. He solid beneath you, breathing deeply and evenly.

“And here you smell like me.” You nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, mimicking Derek’s adorable habit, even if it doesn’t quite mean the same thing. “Like my shampoo, laundry, and probably other… parts of me that I’m not going to ruin this devastatingly romantic moment by mentioning.”

Derek’s abdomen jumps, alerting you that he was stifling a breath of laughter from you. You smile against his skin, letting your teeth graze the tanned area.

“But you know what I don’t smell?” you question openly, letting your fingers trace along his muscular chest.  Derek hums low, signaling you to continue. “Flames or smoke or ash. I don’t smell any of that.”

You spread yourself across the length of his body, allowing your limbs to sink into him. “And you should trust me. I have a very good nose. This nose knows,” you attempt a poor joke. Maybe you had been spending a bit too much time with Stiles….

Derek lifts his hand to rest on your back, palm heavy as his fingers spread wide, stretching between your shoulder blades.

“I do…” he whispered nearly inaudibly, playing with the ends of your hair. “I trust you.” You hide your wide grin in his neck, taking another inhalation of his scent.


Imagine Joker picking someone innocent, like you...

They’d caught him, finally. He was being escorted by many armed officers into Arkham Asylum. The walk from the riot van to the asylum entrance was rather long, like a walk of shame. The crowd you had joined roared and cheered with pure joy because at last - they felt safe, but inside you felt something different. Did you understand the Joker? Did you relate to him? You didn’t know but your heart didn’t like the fact he was being hurt for being different.

Normally, when the Joker was being taken into the Asylum or had been caught; he would mumble to himself, laugh in the faces of others or shout his thoughts and feelings. This time he held a straight face with a focused look baring in his eyes. Not a word came from his scarlet lips. Everyone began to leave, you stood still waiting until the doors of the asylum were closed behind him. Slowly, the officers carried the Joker up the steps and suddenly stopped after a piercing yell from the Joker. “HOLD”. Your eyebrow furrowed curiously at the Joker’s reaction. You walked forward to the barrier to get a closer look at what was happening. All of a sudden the Joker had scrambled out of the arms of the officers, his wrists still attached by the metal cuffs- he headed straight in your direction. Your eyes widened as his sight locked with yours. He held his arms in front of him, as if he was going to grab you. Just in time you’d moved far enough away from the barrier for him not to be able to reach you.

“You.” He hissed still glaring into your eyes. “Me?” you whispered in shock. “I like you.” his lips curled at the ends as the officers roughly pinned him to the floor. His eyes never left yours until he was taken into the asylum. You turned to leave, your eyes full of concern. Everybody was staring at you, as if you were his partner in crime. News reporters swiftly approaching you as you pushed past them to get to your car. 

It had been 3 days since the incident with the Joker. You could not stop thinking about it. Many other people would of been scared by this experience or worried; but you had butterflies.You don’t know why but your soul feels something for this man. Before your thoughts proceeded any further there was a knock at the door. Calmly, you walked to the door and looked through the peephole to see nothing but darkness. They must be covering it up on the other side. You kept on the safety chain just incase it was someone you didn’t want to talk to. The door creaked as you slowly revealed who was on the other side. 

“Good Evening.” it was him, the one who gave you butterflies. You didn’t feel one ounce of fright from this man. He is a murderer, what is wrong with you?

You unlocked the safety chain before replying. “How did you find me?” you asked gently.

“It was simple, I followed the smell of your potent perfume.” he laughed rather loud.

“Would you like to come in?” you ask subtly.

“You’re not like the others at all! Are you darling?” the Joker replied as he stepped over your threshold.

“I guess I’m a sucker for a bad boy.” you said flirtatiously.

Before you could take a breath he grabbed the sides of your pale face and made a rhythm with your lips. He released you gently. 

“Where have you been all of my life, Miss Innocent?” he said with pride as a genuine smile appeared on his face. From that moment you were in love.


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harveydiamondsmyth  asked:

Out of the two Qrow/Winter Who do you think has the best/worst reaction to hearing "I love you" said directly to them by the other one?. PS: sorry if this sentence makes no sense its like 9:42 and I'm tired as balls.

as you choose cause i like both ways

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Drabble: Peter Quill + Reader childhood best friend. 46. Reunited ? Emotional, please ?

Characters: Reader x Peter Quill + Rocket Racoon

Warnings: mentions of death

Prompts: “I thought you were dead!”

Word Count: 417

A/N: Hope it’s emotional enough !!

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Nervously gripping your bag, you kept your head down and wandered through Knowhere. You were here for a brief stop to get your ship fixed before you would be off again. You had to wait a while, so in the meantime, you were wandering around to see if you could find anything interesting. 

Your shoulder slammed into someone, and you jerked around, reaching for your gun in your belt. 

“Hey, you wanna watch where you’re going?” a racoon yelled at you, and you scoffed. 

“Rocket, calm down.” a male voice interrupted, and you looked up at the man who you had run into. He looked up at you, and you felt something seize up in your chest. “I am so sorry.”

Ignoring his apology, you tilted your head and stepped closer to look at the man. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you felt tears welling in your eyes. 

“What the hell are they looking at?” Rocket mumbled, but the man ignored him. He had slowly begun to recognized you too. 

“Peter?” you whispered, and Peter’s eyes widened. “Peter, is that you?”

“y/n?” he whispered back. He reached out and grabbed your hand. “Oh my god, y/n!”

“What the hell?” you exclaimed, looking at him up and down. He definitely wasn’t the skinny young boy you had grown up with back on Earth. “I thought you were dead!”

“I-I’m so sorry.” Peter stammered, as tears began to well in his eyes too. You were always there for him when he was younger. Through school, through his mother’s sickness, and even in her death, you were at the hospital next to him holding his hand. Of course, you didn’t really understand what was happening, but one minute everyone was rushing you out of the room and Peter had run off. You ran outside the hospital, but he was gone. And thus, you believed you had lost your best friend forever. 

Throwing your arms around him, you buried your face into his shoulder as he tightly held onto you.

“I thought I lost you.” you whispered. 

“Nope, just ended up in space.” Peter joked, but when you pulled away you could see tears streaming his cheeks. “Speaking of which, how did you end up out here?”

“Long story,” you wiped away your tears, grinning.

“Well, you should come along with us.” Peter gestured to his crew behind him, and you raised your eyebrows. “I’d love to hear that story. I’ve missed you, y/n.”

Crowley’s little girl. Part III.

Characters: Demon!Reader, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Claire Novak (mentioned), Jody Mills (mentioned)

Parings: Demon!Reader x Crowley (Daughter and Father), eventually Demon!Reader x Dean/Sam Winchester (I think there is going to be a Sam x Reader angsty fluff at some point in a further part)

You are one of Crowley’s crossroad demons, but not any demon, no.. you are his daughter. A so called Cambion. Half demon, half human. When a girl named Claire summoned you, everything changed.


You popped up at the same crossroad that Claire has summoned you before. The sun was set and a slight breeze of wind was running through your hair, ruffling it up. There was a little farm house in the distance and a little forest on the other side. You stood there in silence and for the very first time in your life you realized how beautiful earth was. A strange noise coming from your pocket tore you out of your wandering gaze. The phone your father gave you a while ago rang loudly.

„Father.“ you answered the phone.

„Just a quick update, my dear. Their home is warded against any kind of evil. You won‘t find them as long as they stay there.“ Crowley explained. „Oh.. and by the way.. the Winchesters are quite shirty, be careful and don‘t draw to much attention to you.“

„But how am I supposed to find them then?“ you asked confused, just as the king of hell hung up on you, without any further information.

„Great…“ putting your phone back in your pocket, you tried to figure out how to start your manhunt. You remembered that the Winchesters came from the small forest when they wanted to stop the deal. You decided to take the little road that was guiding you towards the woods.

Some leafs were laying on the ground, crackling from your steps, while some where hanging on the trees rustling in the wind. You enjoyed your walk on this little gravel path, but soon the way branched-off. Taking the left branch you ended up on a road. A few street lights standing on each side. Indecisive you decided to follow the long road which seemed like forever, when suddenly a glare dazzled your view. A long black car passed your way and your senses told you exactly who sat behind the steering wheel. You stepped out to stand in the middle of the street holding out your right arm. The car lights started to flicker until they went out completely and the car broke down. You stared directly into the drivers eyes who sat there throwing an angry look your way, recognizing you again. You lifted one eyebrow and smirked at him before you disappeared with a flick of your fingers.

Dean got off the car and looked around, his hands on his gun, which was tucked in his pants. It took him a few minutes to make sure you were really gone. When he continued driving you appeared without a sound in the backseat „Hello, handsome.“

He hit the brake in shock, when he saw you in the driving mirror, almost causing an accident with one of the street lights. The car stopped and he turned around, pointing his gun at you, just as he realized that you were gone again. „Son of a bitch!“

„Why so naughty, Dean?“ you popped up at the passenger seat, smirking at him.

He quickly pointed the gun towards you. „It’s you!“

„If you try to kill me, I‘m gonna shorten the deal“ you said, using your abillity of telekinesis to turn the gun around pointing it at Deans forehead.

„You can not shorten the deal if I kill you first“ he said, with a face expressed in fury.

„Are you sure about that, Winchester?“ you asked amused.

„Oh, I am damn sure about that.“ Dean replied, quickly pulling out his knife, leaping at you, but you disappeared the moment he grazed you.

Dean crawled out of his car, when you popped up behind him. „By the way, it is not my decision to withdraw a deal, just FYI.“ you said, just as he stormed towards you, trying to stab you again.

You stood there not moving a muscle. When he got closer you lifted your arm, tossing Dean against one of the trees.

„You listen to me…“ you started lifting Dean up, choking him. „I will tell you this one last time.. you can not kill me.“ you told him enraged, watching him as he grasped for air.

You stepped closer to him, moving him down to the ground again. „I will end you.“ you whispered in his ear as you vanished again.


P.O.V. Winchesters/Bunker

Sam stood in the kitchen, making some food for Claire and Jody, when a loud bang of the heavy bunker door made him spill his ingredients in shock. He bowed down to clean the floor when his brother stomped into the room.

„What is it, Dean?“ Sam stood up, giving him an exasperated look.

„Here“ he threw some sort of device into Sams hands, who unintented dropped the ingredients, which he just cleaned up, to catch it.

„Really?“ Sam said annoyed as he looked into his hands. „Is that a tracking device?“

„I had a little conversation with Crowley‘s little princess and slipped that into her pocket.“ Dean said, grabbing a beer from the fridge. „Hurry up, Sammy. We‘ve got a job do to.“


P.O.V you

After your little discussion with the older Winchester brother, you popped up at a bar not far away, settling yourself down and getting a few drinks. Half-drunk you headed back out to find a place to stay, Demon or not, you were half human too and needed some sleep. It took you about one hour to find a place. You finally got keys to a little room and when you wanted to open the door you suddenly heard the click of a gun right behind you.

„You again?“ you turned around, facing Dean.

„Well, this time I am not alone.“ he shrugged, when all of a sudden you got hit in the head from a blunt object. Everything around you turned black as you fainted to the ground.

A massive headache woke you up. You looked up, your view was blurred. It took you a few moments to get clear again, when you wanted to lift your hand to rub your eyes, you felt something tight holding your arm down. As your view got clearer you saw that you were tied up to a chair. A table in front of you. Your ankles were fixed against the chair with some kind of belts, your wrists tied up with ropes and a heavy chain, connected to kind of a collar, was wrapped around your neck. A big demon trap was drawn on the ground around your chair. You tried to release yourself, but nothing worked. Suddenly the metal shelves, that were standing in front of you, opened up side to side with a loud creaking sound. The bright artificial light blinded your view. With squeezed eyes you tried to figure out what happened.

„Did you sleep well, sweetheart?“ Deans voice appeared in front of you.

The next thing you felt was a wet burning ache on your face. You shrieked out in pain „what was that?!“

„Holy water.“ Sams voice rang threw the room, as he stepped closer to you. „You have to undo the deal.“

Dean stepped right in front of you, bracing himself on the table, flinging out the demon blade, attaching it to your neck. „Cancel.. the deal..“ he yelled at you as he carved a little cut down your neck, which made you scream in eternal pain.

„I can‘t! My Da..“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence as Sam splashed the next round of holy water at you. The pain was so intense that it almost brought tears to your eyes, as you screamed out again. You started to breath heavily, grasping for air.

„Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,“ Sam started.
„omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,“ he continued as you could tell he got nervous, „omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.“. But then he stopped.

„What are you waiting for, Sam!?“ Dean asked furiously.

„It is not working“ Sam tried to justify himself.

„What?“ his big brother asked doubtfully.

„It is not working, Dean“ he reassured him.

You looked up to Sam, he was staring straight into your eyes with a concerned look. „What are you?“ he asked calmly.

„Does that matter, Sam? We ..“ Dean started, as you cut him off

„A cambion.“ you stuttered.

„A what?“ Dean asked curiously.

Just as you wanted to explain your situation, Sam stopped you. „A cambion, Dean. She is half demon, half human.“

„Oh, great. Isn‘t that thing the most powerful kind of demon?!“ Dean questioned irritated.

„I could be“ you interrupted the discussion, both of the boys stared at you now. „My Dad.. well, Crowley as you call him, took most of my abilities. He thinks I am not trained enough. Right now I am just his stupid little crossroad demon until you guys showed up.“

„On which side are you? I don‘t mean to offend you, but to me you don‘t seem like a dangerous demon.“ Sam asked you and you could tell you could feel something you never did before. Sorrow.

„I grew up in hell, no one ever really cared or respected my human needs. I was born as Dad‘s weapon. I was born to destroy. He wants me to kill you two.“

„Like I said before, not if I kill you first!“ Dean lunged out to stab you with the knife, just as Sam held him back.

„DEAN! She is human too! We do not kill human beings!“ Sam tighten the grip around Deans arm, who was clearly pissed. „let her explain first.“ Dean wrested himself out of Sams grip.

“My Dad knew that I didn’t really wanted to lay a finger on somebody. I‘m just doing what I get told. Otherwise I‘ll get punished. I have to be tough in front of him and do what he wants me to do. You two are the first people I can tell about this. He watches every step I make and can hear every word I say, but now, that I am in your warded bunker, he can‘t.“ you explained.

„Give us a few minutes, I have to discuss something with my brother.“ Dean pushed Sam out of the little room, where you were held in and closed the shelves behind him.

You could hear them talk about how Dean still wants to kill you and how he didn’t believe a word you said. You started to get scared that they can actually kill you now. Maybe Sam just wanted information and that‘s the reason why he was so nice and calm. None of them released you off the chair, which gave you every right to think, that you‘ll either rot in here or die. An idea popped up in your mind, you might can‘t get rid of this chair by your own and can‘t call for help, because no demon would hear you down here, but you still had Diwo. The bond between the two of you was bigger than the bond between you and your Dad, and your hellhound had quite a few stronger abilities than normal hellhounds do. Diwo was created to keep you safe and help you in every situation, which made you believe that this warded bunker, won‘t stop him from making his way in there. You focused every last power you had to call him for help. Not a minute later he appeared through a drain, which was hanging on the wall.

„Good boy, can you get mommy out of here“ you asked him quietly, so the Winchesters couldn‘t hear you.

Diwo started to scratch the demon trap a tiny bit so its effect would vanish. After he could get himself entrance into the trap he broke the chains and the ropes by biting them in two. The chains fell to the ground with a loud jangle.

„Did you hear that?“ you could hear Dean from outside the room

You disappeared before they could see what was going on. Popping up in hell again, you found your father standing in your room, giving you an angry, blaming look. „Are you out of your mind?“ he asked you with a disgruntled voice.

„I.. I don‘t know what you mean, father.“ you stuttered.

He stepped forward to you, letting his right hand resting on your cheek. „Do you think I am foolish?“ he gave you a warm smile which soon turned to a vicious look, when he suddenly raised his hand and slapped your face. You fell to the ground trying to hold back your tears.

„I‘m sorry, dad! I was scared!“ you cried out.

„You are sorry? You fooled me all the time. You never wanted to kill. You just wanted to get out of here. I gave you everything, Y/N and all I get in return is disobedience?“ Crowley snapped his fingers, and you could feel your abillities dissolving. „You wanna get out of here? Let me tell you something”, he insisted.

„Get the hell out of hell.“ he flicked his fingers once again, sending you back to the crossroad.


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Helplessly in Love With You // Theo Raeken x Reader


Requests are Open! (For any fandom!)


You tried to get close to me.

“Why do you keep trying to get close to me?” (Y/n) asked Theo, staring at him.

“Because,” He paused for a second,“ Because I’m helplessly in love with you and I won’t ever give up on you.”

“ You should just give up,” (Y/n) whispered,“ You’re going to just be like all the other people and give up on me.”

“I don’t think I’ll give up in you,” Theo flashed a smile at you,“ So trust me okay?”

(Y/n) looked at him,“ Please don’t hurt me in the end… Promise?”

“I promise.”

I tried to end whatever we had.

“Theo stop trying,” (Y/n) frowned at the teen,“ You just keep- You’re a monster. You want to because a alpha but you’re not right for that position. You should leave.”

“Wait (Y/n),” Theo tried to explain,“ Its not what you think.”

“It’s not Theo? Then explain!” (Y/n) cried out,“ You went back on your promise. You hurt me and the people I now became friends with… They experimented on them like they weren’t human!”

“I might have hurt you but not in the end, I still kept our promise,” Theo breathed out.

“No Theo,” (Y/n) started to close the door,“ This is the end of us, you hurt me and went back on your promise.”

She shut and locked the door. Theo stared at it as if that would open it.

But in the end they hurt me more than you hurt me.

“Theo…” (Y/n) whimpered, sitting in the corner of the cage as she curled up into a little ball,“ Save me.”

She was covered in cuts and bruises, the Dread Doctors had taken her and started to experiment on her, but when she tried to fight them, they struck her down and stuffed her into the cage.

She looked up at the door as it opened. It revealed her friend, Scott McCall.

“Scott,” (Y/n) whispered. “He rushed forward to the cage,” (Y/n) hold on we’re going to get you out of here.“

"Thank you Scott,” The (h/c) haired girl whispered, sadly smiling at him.

But, even in the end I loved you…

“SCOTT,” Theo yelled out as soon as he saw the alpha. He rushed over and took (Y/n) from him.

“(Y/n) hold on we’re going to get you to the hospital,” Theo whispered, tears gathering at the sight of her beaten body.

“Theo it’s too late,” (Y/n) whimpered,“ It’s time for me to go.”

“No c'mon you’re strong you can make it,” Theo begged for her to stay.

“Shit. Theo the dread doctors are coming back,” Lydia told him, looking at the door they were banging their fists on.

“You can make it. Let’s go,” Theo told (Y/n).

“Theo,” (Y/n) lifted her hand and touched his cheek,“ I am helplessly in love with you.”

Her hand dropped and he couldn’t hear her heart beating. No one could hear her heartbeat.

12x13 Family Feud

Aubrey’s Challenge: Write a fic about each episode in season 12.

Word Count: 1408

Version en Español  –  PREVIOUS EPISODE

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“Okay, well. Stay on it. If you get any leads let us know and we’ll keep working it from our end. Thanks, Cas.”

Just the sound of Dean’s voice grated on your nerves. It had been two weeks since you and your boyfriend had had an actual conversation, and you couldn’t even remember what you were fighting about this time. Still though, you managed to maintain a professional relationship even though you were sleeping on opposite sides of the bed.

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