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Imagine: Being One Of Liam’s Best Friends (Part 3) (Series: Bitten Consequences)

Liam X Reader

Hands firmly gripped your shoulders, forcing you to stay in the position you were in. Your knees felt weak, and your head heavy, but the strong hold the person behind you had on you was enough to keep you on your feet. You head lulled to the side as you felt blood pool out of the burning wound on your shoulder. A weak whimper was the only sound you made, as you tried to focus your half closed eyes. Your knees buckled, causing the person behind you to wrap a strong arm around your waist to keep you standing. A strong scent of pine and disinfectant made you alert to who it was.

“I’m so sorry (Y/n),” a young Sean whispered into your ear, regret embedded in his voice.

“No….worries….” you managed to mutter, your head pounding, your body weak from blood loss.

"Stop talking! This is training! You need to get used to the pain!” A voice boomed, making you flinch with the sudden noise. You’re eyes made their way around the dark room, spotting several figures, but no faces. Trying to stand firmly on the ground without Sean’s help, you let your head raise, eyes looking forwards as you stood straight. You hated having to be like this. Like a plastic soldier that gets placed wherever their owner wants.

"Do it again,” the same booming voice said, as a dark figure walked closer, an air of dominance surrounding them. The only detail you could make out, was their eyes. They were glowing red, but were glazed over with a layer of white.

You cocked your head to the side, letting Sean have a clear shot at your neck. With little hesitation, Sean grew sharp razor teeth, sinking them far into the flesh on your shoulder. Once again, for maybe the tenth time this night, you felt something snap inside you.

A loud growling scream left your mouth, sending a big force throughout the room. All the figures that were once standing around you in a circle, where now on the floor, the only one still standing was Sean, who’s teeth managed to rip out a nice size chunk of flesh from your shoulder. Your knees finally gave out as you fell to the floor, slipping in and out of consciousness. You could see bits and pieces of Sean, who sat on the floor, eyes glowing white as he dug into a bucket, pulling out chunks of raw meat, shoving them into his mouth. A familiar voice called out from behind you, the sound of their clapping ringing your suddenly sensitive ears.

"That wa…..hell of……shee screa…..erfect alp….this pac…” was all you could make out, as you went back and forth from the darkness, before finally letting it wash over you.


You woke up with a start, sitting up in bed as you grasped your shoulder, expecting there to be a big wound. To your relief there wasn’t one, but your shoulder did still have a phantom ache from the dream. Well, it was more of a dark memory. Shaking your head to get rid of the thoughts, you panted slightly as you threw the blanket off you. Standing up, you stumbled over to your window, opening it to let cool air in. Your eyes automatically wandered down the block, where you could see Liam’s home in the distance. Squinting your eyes, you could just make out the faint light coming from Liam’s bedroom window. Glancing over to your alarm clock, you noticed it was almost 3 o’clock in the morning.

Biting your lip, you contemplated whether or not you should message him. Looking at your phone, you sighed, before looking back out the window, deciding against it. He’s been acting weird ever since the party he was invited to by that junior girl, Kira. It was like he was avoiding you. You’ve asked Mason about it, but he didn’t know what was going on either. You tried to think of any reason as to why he would avoid you. You couldn’t think of any solid reason, so you huffed, climbing back into bed.

“If he wants to be an ass, let him be an ass,” you grumbled to yourself, throwing your blanket back over your body, covering your head as you did so. Closing your eyes, you forced your body to relax. Just as you started to slip back into sleep, a light creek immediately woke you back up. Staying still for a moment, you could hear the very light squeak from your window. It was slightly scratchy, as if someone was slowly pulling the window higher. Flipping over in bed, you pounced up, ready to fight off whoever it was at your window. A deep chuckle vibrated around the room, easing your erratic heartbeat.

“What the hell are you doing here Sean?”

“Well, tomorrow we have training, so I came to prep you,” he said matter-of-factly, strolling over to your bed and plopping down. You gave him a blank stare, sitting on the opposite side of the bed than him.


“Come on (Y/n), it’s only a massage and stretching . You know it’ll help you tomorrow. Plus, it’s not like I’m trying to do anything, not everyone is attracted to you, you know that?” Sean said, mumbling the last part under his breath. You rolled your eyes, laying on your stomach on the middle of your bed. Sean got up, moving over you so he could sit on your butt. You grumbled under your breath at his weight, but he ignored it. Taking you right arm, he stretched it out behind you, using one hand to keep your shoulder firmly in place. After a few more similar stretches, he proceeded to push firmly on your spine, effectively cracking your back. A deep sigh escaped you as he massaged your back, releasing the tension in the muscles.


Liam growled jealously, as he glared into your window. He could feel himself losing control as his claws extended, desperately wanting to climb into your room, and rip Sean apart. His vision kept shifting, turning from red-tinted back to normal, first seeing you and Sean furiously making out, stripping clothes as you went, then it turning to Sean simply helping you stretch, as you grumbled curse words at him. Liam stepped back, jumping off your neighbor’s roof, and into your yard. He couldn’t understand what was happening. What was real? Why couldn’t he just walk away? Why did you matter so much?

“Liam!” A voice yelled, breaking Liam out of his trancelike state. He glanced up, spotting Scott standing on the sidewalk. Liam could tell that his eyes were glowing yellow, his fangs elongated, his claws out. Liam unintentionally looked up to your window, alerting Scott as to what was happening.

“Come on Liam. You’re losing control, it’s probably not what it seems. Listen,” Scott said making Liam calm for a second, before listening to what was going on in your bedroom.

“Stop standing on my fucking back! You’re heavy as hell, and you’re going to break my spine!” Liam heard you growl, before a loud shuffling. After a few moments of the noise, it suddenly stopped as you laughed triumphantly.

“Ha-Ha! Got you in a headlock!” You laughed evilly, as muffled curses could be heard from Sean.

“See? You’re overreacting, you’re losing control. You’re only seeing what you want to see,” Scott said, snapping Liam’s attention back to him. All Liam could do was nod, shuffling towards Scott. Scott sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“At this rate, you’re going to have to stay away from her. She’s making you lose control,” Scott muttered.


Smiling widely, you quickly locked your bike up to the bike rack, running into the school, looking for either one of your best friends. You were so excited, that you ran into people as you raced through the halls. Your eyes scanned every hallway you past, desperately searching for Liam or Mason. Shooting around the corner, you ran straight into a hard chest.

“Dammit (Y/n)! Watch where you’re going,” Brian grumbled, catching you as you almost fell. You smiled sheepishly at the new kid, muttering an apology as you bounced around. Brian and a few others you previously knew, just transferred over to Beacon Hills. You’ve known Brian and the rest since you were a child, you were all close, but since you went to different school before, you didn’t have time to hang out much.

“Why are you sprinting down the halls like a maniac?” Sean asked from behind Brian, standing next to Kev, and Arin, the other two who transferred.

“Nothing you already don’t know,” you said, sticking out your tongue. You eyed the car keys dangling from Sean’s finger, pausing for a second.

“Where did you get a car?” You questioned.

“It was my mom’s before she….you know,” Sean mumbled.

“You’re gonna give me a ride after school?”

“No, We’re leave before you,”

“Where are y'all going?”

“None of your business,”

You glared at him, not liking that he wouldn’t tell you where they were planning on going. You glanced at the other three boys, but they all looked away, clearly not going to tell you. You rolled your eyes, before a devious plan popped into your head. In your hyperactive state, you didn’t bother thinking of consequences. In a split second, you grabbed the keys from his hand, dashing down the hall and turning a quick left. You heard multiple footsteps chasing after you.

You beamed widely as you ran, dashing down a hall, before backtracking when you saw a familiar face. You jogged up to Liam, grabbing his sleeve and tugging on it multiple times to gain his attention. He looked over at you with a blank expression, but you ignored it.

“Liam! Guess what! My mom gave me her old car! Well, she’s giving me it tonight. So I was wondering if you wanted to go out of town and see a movie?” You asked excitedly. Liam glanced around him, that’s when you noticed you were surrounded by Scott and his friends, all of them looking at Liam expectedly. He gulped, before looking down at you in annoyance. You stepped back slightly, confused as to why he seemed so mad at you.

“No,” he growled out, looking away from you. Your heart dropped as you held your hands up in defense.

“Whoa, are you sure? You always wanted to…” you muttered, not being able to stop feeling self conscious at all the eyes staring at you two.

“No! Leave me alone!” Liam yelled, turning his back to you.

“O-oh, o-okay then,” you stuttered quietly, tears welling up in your eyes as you stared at Liam’s back.

“Found her!” Brian called loudly, catching everyone’s attention. Swallowing, you quickly walked towards him, burying your face into his chest, as tears started pouring down your face silently. He immediately wrapped his arm around you, looking down worriedly at your face. Not questioning it, he lead you away from the hall, away from Liam’s piercing glare.


Liam clenched his fist, fighting hard to keep control as he sat at a new lunch table, surrounded by Scott and the pack. The only one who wasn’t part of the pack was Mason, who sat across from him. Liam closed his eyes, trying to control his breathing. Scott’s words ran through his mind, calming him slightly.

“You’ll get to be with her, after you control your new senses. The faster you show me you could handle it, the faster you’ll be with (Y/n),”

Liam glanced up at the door, shaking his leg as a nervous habit. He knew (Y/n) would be there any second, and just seeing her would calm him down further. Just as he thought, (Y/n) entered the lunchroom with a lunch tray in her hands, her eyes scanning over the tables to where the group would usually sit. Her eyebrows furrowed when she saw it was empty. Liam winced, remembering that Garrett and Violet weren’t at school today, and Mason was sitting with him, leaving (Y/n) alone. Her eyes glanced over towards Liam, making Liam look away quickly with an indifferent expression. He heard her sigh, before she slowly made her way over to the empty table, her shoulders slumped. Liam watched as she shuffled over to the table, putting her tray and bag down before sitting down. She picked up her burger and was about to bite into it, before a hand smacked it away from her. Liam jumped up, ready to fight whoever did that, then he noticed it was Sean.

“What the fuck!?” (Y/n) yelled incredulously, her eyes wide as Sean took her whole tray, dumping it into a nearby trash can. A hand gripped Liam’s arm, making him tear his eyes away from the scene playing out before him. Liam looked down at Lydia, who gave him a look.

“Sit down,” she said, pulling him down to his seat. He hesitantly sat down, his eyes shooting back over to (Y/n). A guy he never seen before had grabbed her bag, tossing it on his shoulder as two others stood behind him. Sean grabbed (Y/n)’s arm, forcing her up.

“We’re not eating here. We’re leaving for the rest of the day, they want us,” he said, giving her a look that Liam couldn’t decipher, but (Y/n) understood. (Y/n)’s face went stoic, as she shook her arm out of Sean’s grip.

“Come,” She said, using a voice that Liam has never heard her use before. The tone of her voice was demanding and controlling, it almost made Liam get up and follow her. (Y/n) straightened out her back, her head held up, her eyes looking straight forward, as she lead the group of boys, the boys looking like helpless ducklings following her every command.

Liam shook his head with a confused face, watching as they left the cafeteria. He couldn’t get that tone of voice out of his head. He heard it somewhere, but he just couldn’t remember where…

To be continued…

Mr. Min - Chapter 01

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 8641

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, light breath play, cum play, punishment, demeaning names

A/N: I ended up having to split this chapter in two because it was getting so long.  I hope you enjoy it anyways!

Prologue - Ch 02

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Your cheeks were burning, you could actually feel the heat of it and you ducked your head to the notebook in hand as Sam’s footsteps faded down the hall. Try as you might to stare at the blank paper in front of you, you could feel Dean’s eyes on you.

“So,” he started. You risked a glance up at him, clenching your teeth together to stop any more damning words to get out. 

“How long have you been in love with Sammy?”

“What makes you think–”

“Sam isn’t funny,” Dean interrupted. “He tries, I’ll give him that, but most of the time his jokes are a big swing and a miss.”

“Alright, well we don’t have to say that he’s funny in your speech,” you said, looking back to your page and putting your pen to it. “There are a lot of other things you could say.”

“Y/N.” Dean’s voice was gentler now, and you met his eyes with tears beginning to brim in your own. “How long?”

“I don’t know. Over a year now, I guess,” you replied. But it didn’t seem to matter much now anyway. The time of it was nothing. Sam was getting married and you were too late.

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Imagine Dean Asking You For Help Writing His Best Man Speech for Sam’s Wedding, and Realizing You’re In Love With Sam - requested

More gif imagines!

ideas for a (very very sad, read ahead at your own risk) non-magical/maybe modern newt/credence AU floating around in my head: 

- credence is gay. he’s had the misfortune, however, of being adopted by vicious anti-lgbt “activist” mary lou, who is an enthusiastic fan of “pray the gay away” rhetoric and beats him whenever he so much as looks at a boy.

- graves is an older man who grooms credence with faux-kind words and promises that he’ll take credence away to live with him one day – just as long as credence gives him what he wants.

- newt is still a zoologist – but he’s also a happily bisexual lgbt rights activist!

- they meet the day credence finds out that graves has been lying to him, using him, and never intended for them to have a life together at all. credence can’t take it; he snaps, storms out into the street in a flurry of uncontrollable emotion, rage and despair. 

- newt spots him just as the police begin to surround him. credence is violent, lost, and standing on the edge of a bridge. nobody wants to approach him. the police are armed. 

- newt puts himself in between them and credence, and promises he can talk this boy down. just let him try, he says. he’s good at calming people down (what he means is, he’s good at calming animals down, but he reckons there can’t be too much difference, right? after all, people are animals too).

- it’s a delicate process, but newt manages. he speaks to credence in kind, gentle words; he smiles at him, but always takes him seriously. slowly, carefully, he works out credence’s reasons. newt tells him that he likes boys, too, that his parents weren’t so happy about it either. but that it’s alright – and that he isn’t alone. tells him that if he’d like to just come down, perhaps they could talk some more, somewhere a little quieter, and a little more comfortable. perhaps over a cup of tea. 

- credence comes down. 

- newt takes him somewhere quiet. maybe a library – he doesn’t want credence to feel trapped by taking him home, but somewhere like a café would be too public. 

- they talk. or rather, newt talks, a lot, and credence listens and can’t quite believe what he’s hearing.

- newt tells him about the time he first realised he was bi. about how scared he’d been. tells him how his parents had never outright said he wasn’t welcome anymore after he came out, but how he’d felt it nonetheless, and how much it had broken his heart to leave them. tells him that despite that, he doesn’t regret coming out – tells him about his activist work, about the friends he has now. but not just about that; newt tells credence about his other work, too, about the zoos he’s worked in and the creatures he’s studied and the book he’s working on that’s almost finished, he’s sure of it. 

- they talk until the sun starts to set. newt mentions that it’s getting late – that’s when credence tells him that he can’t go home. not now. not ever again. newt suggests, gently, that he has a spare room at his place. but only if credence wants. 

- credence does.

Jokers Daughter Imagine: Pass the Salt

Request: (anon) Omg pls write one where joker and her bf both grab the salt when she says daddy psd the salt omg that anon is brilliant


The table was silent except for the sounds of forks scraping against plates and the Jokers cane tapping on the ground. You could feel the tension building up around you and your fathers eyes burning a hole into the side of your boyfriends head. You looked over at your mother playing with her blue tipped pigtail giving you an encouraging smile. You turned to see your father who hadn’t even touched his food, too busy gripping his cane and keeping close watch on the boy across from you. 

The boy was sweating bullets and his silverware was shaking in his hand. To calm him down you slipped your foot out of your shoe and ran it up and down his leg to calm him down. A small smile spread across his face and he looked up at you and you winked at him. The signal you gave to let him know that later on that night you two would be able to release all the anxiety building up.

Joker saw the sudden change in the boy and the relaxation wash over him. He took one hand off the cane and suddenly slammed it on the table causing your date to jump out of his skin. You shot your father an angry look and he huffed and leaned back trying to calm down himself. He finally picked up his fork and started to dig into the meal in front of him, still keeping his cane in one hand as if he were going to smack the boy with it.

You brought your foot higher up your boyfriends leg to bring him back to a calm place. You could feel him shaking so you kept raising your toes higher and higher until you reached the place that would really relax him. The silence in the room was driving you insane though, you had to say something, anything to break the ice. You sighed and looked across the table with your toes gave your boyfriend their full attention. 

“Hmmm” you said silently looking at the salt and pepper “Frost really slacked with the dinner didn’t he?” no one responded besides some glances so you continued looking over at Joker “Daddy can you pass the salt?” 

Suddenly you felt the slight wind blow your hair back as two arms reached over the table and set their hands on the salt. It was like time froze as you got tunnel vision on the two hands, a bare one rested on top of a pale gold ring wearing one.

“Uh-oh” you and Harley said at the same time. Your boyfriend quickly drew back his hand like he had placed it over a flame and Joker kept his hand firm. Without taking his eyes off of the boy your father passed you the salt.

“Here you are princess.” you took it from his hand unable to speak and scared to look at your date, you took your foot away and put it back in your shoe. “So” your father began and your heart stopped “What do we have here?”

Before you or your boyfriend could say anything a purple flash went across his face and his nose exploded in blood. You were so jolted by it you pushed your seat back away from the table. He collapsed to the floor and both Joker and Harley stood up. Your father stepped over the boy laying on the ground and started hitting him more and more, harder and harder with the cane. You ran over behind your father to grab his arm to stop him but he was too strong.

“Stop Daddy!” you yelled at him still trying to pull him back

“Oh I’m sorry princess.” he said with a psychotic grin on his face now kicking the boy in the rib cage. “I don’t know who you’re talking to!” he started laughing and you looked over at Harley who was admiring the situation for help but she was lost in her fantasy world.

“Daddy please don’t kill him! I’ll never forgive you.” you said as a last ditch effort.

The Joker slowed down his kicks and breathed in heavily. As much as he wanted to rip the boys head off he didn’t want to hurt you and especially didn’t want you mad at him. He knew your threats weren’t idle. I went to give one last kick but you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his back and he sighed out placing his head back on top of yours.

Harley finally snapped back in reality to help you  “Oh c’mon puddin! It’s kind of funny isn’t it? Like mother like daughter!” she said with an equally insane grin.

“You’re not helping Harls!” he hissed at her.

Your boyfriend moaned in agony crawling away, when he heard Harley he slowly turned around revealing his battered and bruised body. His head was gushing blood and his eyes were rolling into the back of his head. He looked up at you delusional and slurring his words trying to defend himself losing consciousness.

“Yeah (y/n) tell him no matter how many times I beg you won’t call me that during sex.”

Oh dear fucking christ in heaven are you fucking serious you thought to yourself before your father broke out of your arms and unleashed the animal inside of him and began punching the boy nonstop. You didn’t try to intervene and save him this time, you knew there was no preventing your father from doing this and now you sort of didn’t want to. Harley walked over to you putting her arm around your shoulder.

“Why are men such idiots mommy?” you looked up at her.

“Eh, they can’t be pretty and smart.” the Joker was beating him so hard the blood was gaining more and more momentum in the air. “Women just can’t have everything I guess.” the two of you giggled together.

“TOUCH MY PRINCESS WILL YA!?” your father screamed at the boy whose face was no unrecognizable from the swelling already beginning to form. The sound of bones cracking made you turn your face into your mothers arms. The Joker stood up and slammed his foot into the boys throat “ANSWER ME”. He spat blood out of his mouth trying to speak but the Joker pressed down harder. “DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME!”

“Want me to stop em baby?” she asked concerned.

“Nah, let him learn.” you snapped back before you and her went back to your dinner. All you could do at that point was what you intended, put salt on your food.

The sound of blood splashing and limbs cracking finally stopped and your father walked back to the table pushing his green hair back and adjusting his gold chains. Blood dripped from his knuckles and covered his shirt but none of it was his. He sat down at the table an took a napkin to wipe his cane down. Harley put her nail in her mouth and started biting down twirling her hair and giving him teasing looks. At least someone is getting laid tonight you thought. You looked over at him with puppy dog eyes hoping his anger wouldn’t transfer over to you. 

“I hope you know princess.” he began to speak “that you’re never going to see him again.” he started to laugh his classic laugh looking over at the limp body on the ground. 

You took a bite of your food letting all that just happened sink in. 

The Joker laughed louder at the body and called over to it “Never again! Ain’t that right kid?” 

He started howling now and leaned over on the table to look at you and Harley for reassurance. Harley winked at him and you just took another bite of your food letting out a wild laugh even more psychotic than your fathers

“Mhhmm it’s much better with salt!”

Love in Numbers // Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer Reid falls in love with Reader after becoming her teacher/tutor.

Requested by: Anonymous

You couldn’t do this. It was too difficult and your brain was already burned out from studying for your business management midterm that you had taken that morning. There was no possible way you’d be able to come up with a solution.

Your brain wasn’t at all happy that it was now doing math. Or at least attempting to.

You sighed as you stared at the giant whiteboard that you had taken over, off to the left corner of the library and often utilized by students when planning group projects. You figured you would study better if you could write out the numbers on a bigger scale, easier to see. After an hour it really didn’t seem to make a difference.

“You got the x value wrong,” a voice called out from behind you. You turned and were met with the sight of a tall man, just a few years older than you. He was handsome with a mop of light brown hair on his head and a jawline that seemed to have been chiseled out by the Greek gods themselves. Weird, you surely would have recognized him if you had seen him around campus.

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“How do I…?”

“How do you look?”

Aithlin’s brows flattened, but the warmth in Dorian’s eyes coaxed a smile out of him. “You shouldn’t interrupt me, but… yes, how do I look?”

“Like the most beautiful creature in Thedas.”

“’Aside from myself, of course’.”

Dorian laughed, low and sweet, and shook his head, forefinger tucked up beneath the curve of Aithlin’s chin. “There you go, putting words in my mouth again, when I’d much rather you find another way to engage it. A kiss, maybe, if you’re feeling adventurous?”

I was so so amped to get a chance to commission @oatson, and let me tell you, I wasn’t disappointed with the experience! Not by a long shot. Please, if you have a chance, go commission her. She’s such a sweetheart and (obviously) so talented! I mean, look at Aithlin’s arms.

Stuck in Hell (Pt.2)

Genre: Demon!BTS AU

Pairing: Jimin X reader

Fandom: BTS

Summary: You let him disappear once and once you find out how to find him again you aren’t going to let him go easily. So what if he’s a demon?

Pt.1 // Pt.3

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Curiosity started to burn a hole in your head. You couldn’t recall if what you really saw the other day was real. The incident happened a little over two weeks ago and you started to pass off the event as a day dream of some sort. His facial features, toned body, gorgeous expressions, and demon like characteristics were all stuck in your head. It was like you could remember every inch of him that’d you seen but it seemed so crazy it couldn’t have been true.

“Do you need help finding a book, Ma’am?” The librarian asked you politely. 

“Oh, no. I’m fine. I think I found what I was looking for.” 

She nods and leaves you alone as she walks away.

You pull the book off the shelf carefully, taking in the strange cover.

“Demonic rituals and spells” Read the title. You flipped through the pages trying to find something helpful that could possibly bring him back if he was real. 

Jimin chuckled seeing you read through all the books, staying in the library all day. He knew all of the information was nonsense but it was cute watching you attempt to beckon him back into your presence. The smile quickly faded when he realized he wasn’t able to approach you like before. It was bad enough he even did it in the first place but not he feels responsible for your loss. He continued to watch over you as you made your way home for the day. You started digging through your house for items that could help you summon him. 

“That should be everything…” You said to yourself, sitting back from the little experiment you made. It took you only a few seconds to light the candles around it. 

“This is all my fault.” Jimin sighed, thinking about how disappointed you’ll be when he doesn’t appear.

“What’s your fault?”

His eyes snapped open and he looked around the room. 

“Y-you can see me??” 

You nod.

“I mean I did summon you here.”

Jimin moved past you looking at the mess you made on the floor. He sifted through the ingredients.

“This wasn’t supposed to be able to work how did you-”

“I missed you.” You blurted out. 

He sighed. “..I know. But I told you I wasn’t even supposed to talk to you. It was a mistake that I even agreed to the date or even interfered the night before.”

You stood up from your spot on the floor to come over to him. He backed away until his back hit the wall. 

“Where’s your pretty wings?” You asked, looking up at him innocently. 

Jimin tensed up. “I have them hidden right now..they just get in the way most of the time. How are you not mad at me for hurting you last time?”

“Well you pushed me away in the first place so I wouldn’t get hurt and when you left the marks were already gone.” 

He nods. “A-and you kissed me…why do you like me so much?”

You shrugged. “I’m not really sure. I just sorta trust you.”

“Well you shouldn’t. I could change at any time and then I could hurt you if I can’t control it.” Jimin stated, looking more serious. 

You crossed your arms across your chest. 

“I don’t think you will though. You’re so set on protecting me….I should be the one asking why you like me so much. You’re a demon not some guardian angel.” You sighed.

Jimin took your hand, catching you by surprise. He took you over to the couch and sat you down. 

“I wasn’t always following you around. I was actually following someone else because he was such an awful person. When you two crossed paths and I started to become more interested in you even though you were so-…nice and bright.”

“First of all, you’ve been following me?? Second of all who were you watching over? I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

He shook his head. “It’s not important. He won’t become a murder until later on in the future. It doesn’t have anything to do with you and revealing the future is against the rules.”

“Murder? Shouldn’t you prevent that?” You almost yelled. 

“That’s not my job.” Jimin stated, blankly. 

“Well no but-”

“Y/N. I didn’t come here to be lectured by what you think is right. I’m a demon.”

“I know. You keep reminding me.” You mumbled. 

As he was about to start lecturing you on the dangers of being around him you laid your head down on his leg. He pretended not to be bothered by it but you could see his ears already turning red. You just stared up at him, making him stumble over his words even more. 

“Can you stop that?” he asked.

You turn your head to face his chest as you close your eyes.

“You better not disappear again..”

He ignores your words as he keeps on rambling until he notices you pretending to be asleep on his lap. He lets out a sigh in frustration seeing how stubborn you were. Jimin looks around as if someone else was watching them before sliding his body down on the couch, not knowing you were faking it. His arms wrapped themselves around you as he holds you close to him. The warmth of his body close to yours was now something you were able to feel. You wondered why we couldn’t just be like this when you were awake. 

“What am I going to do with you..” He says under his breath, stroking your back softy. 


Imagine: finding a hellhound!

Crowley X Reader

Content: Fluff

Snow. Snow. Snow. You tilted your head back, hair resting against a thick scarf. A bleak pale sky burned your eyes, as the invisible sun’s rays bounced aimless through the white cloud layer. White flakes, thick and clumped, spiraled to the earth. Fluffy ice stuck to the knit strands of your beanie and your eyelashes. You stuck out your tongue on whimsy. The field was empty leaving no need for social pretense. Your arms spread out as you spun in place with abandon. Stress melted away, leaving nothing but the blanket of snow and the pounding of music pulsating from your earbuds. Your boot stuck, but you didn’t care, letting your body fall into the thick pile of snow. Air pushed from your lungs, the calm winterscape cutting into the heavy guitar riff as a bud dislodged. You laughed breathlessly smiling into the blaunch void. You nodded in beat to the song, gloved hand wiping the snow from the pliable rubber piece. A whiney growl paused your hand next to your ear.

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Originally posted by bossycontrolfreak

You were miserable. Since your only ‘sane’ friend Ed left Arkham, nothing was the same anymore. No one was here who could entertain you with riddlers and actual smart chit chat. You let out a moan and laid your head onto your crossed arms. The table under your arms was cold and smelled like bleached metal, burning your sensitive nose, but you didn’t care. It was the only goddamn thing you could do here.  

“Hello, [Y/N].” A well-known smooth voice echoed through the room and you looked up, a huge smile gracing your lips.

“Ed!” You stood up and made your way over to the bars. “You look good without stripes.” You wished you could have hugged him. 

“And you will too.” Ed grinned, his hands clasped behind his back. “You’re free to go. I made sure of that.” 

You opened your mouth and for a second you felt speechless.

“You’re amazing, Ed. You’re truly a good friend.” You whispered gratefully.


Everything around you seemed unreal, as you sat with your legs pulled up to your chest and your head in between your knees. Your breathing was off. You took in deep breaths and let out small ones only to suck in breath again. Tears burned at your eyes as you heard your own mind screaming at you–failure, stupid, nothing, worthless–words and insults used from different parts of your life. Phrases people would still use today.
You had lost track of time. You were shaking in your bed, sobbing and choking on your own tears. The light in your room flicked on and your head shot up to see an Irishman standing in the doorway. He was finished making his videos already? How long where you crying? What was going on?
You began to hyperventilate as more questions came to your head with your mind still screaming at you. Seán froze up a bit; it had been a while since he had seen you like this. Slowly he made his way over to you and sat down, pulling you into his arms. You couldn’t move or talk, you sat there shaking as he held you.
After a few moments he placed a kiss to your head and tears came from your eyes again. Almost immediately you gripped onto him as you cried against his chest. He held you close. Once you were done sobbing, you were down to mere hiccups and small whimpers. He pulled your chin up and kissed you softly.
Seán then rested his head against yours and closed his eyes. He opened them again and you stared into loving blue eyes. The world was slowly coming back to you as he rubbed circles into your back, “Do ya wan’ to talk abou’ t'it?”
“I… can’t explain it,” you mumbled, and he nodded. Hearing him talk made you feel a bit better.
His fingers ran though your hair and you looked down at your hands and he pulled you into his lap and handed you his phone. You took it and began playing on it, with him watching you with his chin on your head. After a while you looked up at him, “Did I stop you from making a video..?”
“Ya, but it’s okay.”
“I’m sorry Seán…”
“What?” He smiled, “Don’t be!”
“Yer more important than my video! Besides, I couldn’t leave you in ‘ere cryin’. I’d be an awful boyfriend if I did that!”
You smiled, “Thank you.”
“No problem, (y/n). Now, you should move that block over there.”
“Okay,” you smiled, and you spent the next few hours just playing on his phone with him holding you.

The Happy Ending

Originally posted by smallherosix

Tadashi Hamada x Reader

The Happy Ending

Author: Morgan


Note: F-yeah!


There was fire. Screaming. People running as fast as they could, away from the burning building. The showcase had gone so well, but now…everything was going wrong.

“Callahan’s still in there!” Tadashi insisted, kissing you and rubbing Hiro’s head before running into the flames. And then. The explosion.

You sat up in bed, sucking in a long breath and holding your chest as you slowly adjusted to the dark bedroom. The light on the nightstand flicked on.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you sighed, leaning up against the pillows. “Oh my God, it was so real.”

“I know. But it’s over. I made it out, remember?” Tadashi smiled softly, turning your cheek to face him. You nodded.

“I know.”

“Come on,” He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of your shared bed. “Let’s get some tea. Would that make you feel better?” You nodded softly. Tadashi bent down and picked you up bridal style, holding you to his chest. You kissed his jaw and cheek several times on the way down the stairs. He chuckled softly.

Once you were in the kitchen, he set you down on a stool and heated some tea in a teapot on the stove. He poured some in a mug and sat across from you at the table. You sipped the sweet drink carefully, blowing on it so you wouldn’t burn your tongue. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He smiled, eyes locked on yours. He tilted his head to the side, amused.

“What are you looking at?”

“You,” you answered, your neatly painted fingernails drumming against the table.

“Like what you see?”

“Mhmm…” you hummed, reaching for his hand. He gladly wrapped it around yours.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“And I’m never going to leave you. Ever. I swear on my life. You’re stuck with me.”

“Gee, what a shame that is,” you laughed, taking another sip of your warm drink. You got up from your stool and walked over to him.

“What’re you doing?”

“This,” you sat on his lap. He laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist and peppering kisses along your neck before resting his forehead against your warm skin.



“Never scare me like that again. Okay?”

“Okay…” he nodded. “I promise.”

Originally posted by la-leto

Requested by anon <3
Prompt:Imagine the joker helping you get away from your abusive parents and fallng in love with you
part 2.


The bruises on your wrists, thighs and ankles burned under the soft fabric of your clothes as tears threatened to escape your normally cheerful and full of life eyes. The car ride was completely quiet, albeit the enraged heavy breathing of the man steering the wheel, as you laid your head on the cool glass and watched the scenery behind the window blur as the car gained speed. His knuckles turned white, a sneer of his face informing that he was fuming and was about to do something you wouldn’t want. But alas, you didn’t say anything.

The Joker glanced at you, his eyes staying on your face for a bit longer than necessary as then they moved to the visible bruises on your hands. He growled, lowly, one that made you snap out your daze and shakily turn to him. He hated seeing you like this…so weak and fragile.  To him it felt like a harsher wind could blow you away. Those lifeless eyes, the sad frown…How could someone so pure and beautiful be hurt by those who gave her life?

It wasn’t easy for him. Admitting how angry it made him to see you like this. Admitting how much he wanted to shock your parents into insanity and then drown them in a public zoo. Admitting how much your smile and happiness meant to him.  

His heart heaved in his chest as he saw one salty tear roll down your cheek. The car was abruptly turned around, “Someone’s gonna die, pumpkin. Just you wait.” You hear him murmur under his breath, the car’s engine roaring and drowning out all other sound.

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Mimic...Part 2

(Part 1)

After running the con, surprising the unsub, and nailing the culprits involved, you decided to head back to the hotel and take a nice, hot shower.

It was a way for you to wash off the persona in an attempt to slowly maneuver back to your old self.

But halfway through your burning hot shower, a fervent knock came at your door.

“Hello?” you ask, poking your head out of the shower as Reid’s voice wafts through the door.

But the knocking continued, and you wondered why they wouldn’t announce themselves.

Stepping out slowly and slipping into a robe, your hand lands on the door knob as you tip-toe to take a peek through the peephole in your hotel door.

But when you didn’t see anyone, you sighed a sigh of relief as you swung the door open.

But the door didn’t even reveal the hallway before two burly men blasted into your room, picking you up and throwing you onto the bed.

“Help!” you roar as one man pins you to the bed.

“Hotch!” you muffle out as the other man slowly unsheathes a knife from his side.

“Now…they say I’m an idiot, but I knew you wasn’t who you said you was supposed to be,” the man lulls.

You recognized him.

He was the man who kept trying to find a way to blow your cover.

God, how you wish you had killed him when you had the chance.

“My boss is gon’ promote me when he fin’s out I caught the fakey fakey,” he leers.

Fakey fakey?

Jesus Christ.

As you kick your leg out and knock the wind out of him, you try to swing your legs around the burly man on top of you.

But you should have learned a long time ago that just because someone is big doesn’t mean they move slow.

As he moved out of your way, the man with the knife comes up and pins your legs down as your robe slowly begins to fall open, exposing your wet, red, smooth skin to him as he begins to trace the knife up the inside of your leg.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks as burly man stuffed a tie in your mouth.

“Good thing my boss ain’t expectin’ me for a little while,” the man whispers.




Screaming a muffled scream, you watch as Aaron tackles the man at your legs while Morgan wrestles the man off of your torso, and Reid comes and scoops you off of the bed as he helps you choke out the tie you had swallowed halfway down your throat.

“It’s alright,” he coos as you begin coughing,” it’s ok.  You’re safe.  It’s alright.”

Wrapping his arms around you as you begin to sob, you pull your robe shut tightly as the sounds of handcuffs and the reading of rights fill the room.

Your body was trembling, and Spencer was desperate to get it to stop.

“Ssssshhhhh…” he coos lowly in your ear as he rubs your back with his hands.

“So…stupid…” you hiccup.

“You’re anything but,” Spencer whispers in reassurance.

“Stupid…door…” you hiccup again.

“I know…what a shit door,” Reid responds.

“Damn…peephole…!” you cry out.

“You really should be able to see a wider frame of picture through those things,” he states with absolute seriousness.

And the tone of his voice made you snicker and smile.

“There we go,” he says as he slowly leans you back to look at your face.

“There she is,” he smiles as he brings his thumb up to wipe away at your tears.

But soon your face contorted again and your shoulders slumped forward.

“What is it, Y/N?” Spencer asks.  “Did they do something to you?”

You could see the panic rising in his eyes before the shaking of your head receded it back into the depths of his body.

“I didn’t even get to finish my shower,” you huff lightly.

And as the two of you chuckle breathlessly on the edge of your bed, you close your eyes and sigh just as you feel Spencer get up.

“Then lets make sure you can finish it,” Spencer calls from the bathroom.

Be My Friend

Summary: After a disagreement with your brothers, you head to the woods to clear your head and get an unexpected visitor. 

Pairing: Benny Lafitte x Winchester!Reader

Warnings: if kissing is a warning?

a/n: This is my first time writing Benny in a fic, so pls be gentle with me. Feedback is adored!

You sat there watching the small campfire burn in the warm summer night. Listening to the crackling sound of the wood helped clear your mind of everything, it was just so calm and peaceful here, sometimes you needed that in your crazy life. As much as you loved Sam and Dean- they were your brothers, and even with family sometimes it was nice to have some space, especially after disagreements.

A rustling behind you snapped you out of your relaxed state, your hand automatically grabbing for the gun in your jacket pocket. Cautiously, you got to your feet, arming yourself. You felt the hairs in the back of your neck stand on edge as you felt the presence of someone or something behind you.

Quickly spinning on your feet, you held your gun up, ready to shoot whatever was there.

“Woah, relax Darlin’. It’s only me.”

Your eyes widened in surprise as you saw Benny standing there, hands raised in surrender.

“Benny? What the hell!” You snapped, placing the safety back in your gun and slipping it back in your jacket. “I could’ve shot you!”

An amused smile crossed his face, “that wouldn’t of killed me, sugar.”

You let out a huff, rolling your eyes at him. “No. But it’d hurt like hell,” you commented.

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Only Time Will Tell

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You might forget many things over time, but you’d never be able to forget James Buchanan Barnes.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I just got inspired. I needed a tiny bit of angst in my life. 

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Prompts 38 + 45 + 44 + 74

prompts:”I really wanna kiss you.” “Oh don’t hide your face darling.” “You taste like Heaven.” “I really really love you.” 

Jason Todd 

lmao you thought this was gonna be smut bet 








“I really wanna kiss you,” Jason’s voice was deep and raspy from just waking up. His arms were around your waist and most of your body rested on top of his. His warm skin made yours burn and his rough fingers that ran against your smooth skin made you blush. 

You smiled as you snuggled your head into his chest. Every thing this man said and did to you made you want to cry out a thank you to whoever was out there that made you cross paths with him. He is a masterpiece that you can’t stop staring at, he is a record that you got when you were a teenager but you can still never get enough of. This man is wonderful. 

“Oh, don’t hide your face darling.” His fingers wove through your hair with such care and his voice sounded so beautiful that you just couldn’t look up at him. Your skin flushed a deeper red as his fingers played with your hair, your cheeks hurt a little from smiling so hard. 

Jason’s forefinger and thumb found your chin, and with great acre he lifted your head so his eyes could meet yours. His green eyes seemed like they were meant for only you to see, too beautiful for the rest of humanity to look at. 

Slowly he brought his lips to yours and kissed you with tenderness it made you gasp a little. His lips were chapped, as always, but on yours they felt smooth. His teeth bit softly on your lower lip which made you want to completely melt. One of his hands found its was to your hair again and the other pulled you closer to him by your waist. His tongue swirled around your mouth, meeting yours and causing you to groan. He slowly pulled away from you and pulled you up so that you were now straddling his waist. 

“You taste like Heaven,” His lazy smile made you blush even more and pull him into another quick kiss. 

“I really really love you.” You stated when you pulled away from his lips. His smile grew and he flipped you over so that he was on top of you. 

“I really really love you too.” He smiled and kissed you again like his life depended on it. 


Anon Requested:  28 and 29 for Namjoon please ????? Your drabbles are really cute!! You’re really talented! ♡♡♡♡♡

I’m honestly so bad at Namjoon drabbles I’m crying I’m so sorry.

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

Pairing: Rap Monster (Namjoon) x Reader

Word Count: 419

“Stop, leave me alone.”

“Are you crying?”

Behind the masked smile you wear on your face, there is sadness and shock. You anxiously look to your left and right before disappearing from the crowd around you.

You slipped between bodies running down the sidewalk. Your shoes slapping against the concrete was the only thing coming to your ears, your head was buzzing, hair whipping behind you and eyes concentrated ahead of you. 

Your eyes were burning, tears threatening to fall from your eyes blurring your vision. You continued to run, not completely looking where you were going and found yourself crashing into someone else, falling backwards.

You expected to feel some type of pain, you expected to feel yourself hit the hard ground, but all you felt was two strong arms wrap around your body pulling you in. Your feet steadied while you composed yourself, finally looking at whose arms were around you.

“S-Sorry.” You mumbled eyes looking up to who you had ran into, your eyes went from his face down to your fingers. “I’ll get going now.” You quickly bowed your head and turned on your heel, walking away quickly.

“Hey wait, are you okay? Are you crying? What’s wrong?” You heard footsteps behind you and the voice of what you were guessing was the boy you had ran into. “Talk to me.”

His hand gripped around your wrist pulling you towards him, your body turned and you came in contact with his chest.

“You don’t know me, let me go.” You try turning your wrist out of his grip but it was no use.

“It doesn’t matter if I don’t know you, you are obviously upset and I’m not letting go until I know you’re okay.”

You simply shook your head and tugged on your wrist some more. You placed a hand on his chest in an attempt to push him back and yank your wrist back at the same time, his hand wrapped around your other wrist trapping you in his hands.

“Stop, leave me alone.” You whimpered pulling back.

“Just tell me-“

“Hey Namjoon, there you are. Who’s this?” Another boy appeared behind Namjoon cutting him off and looking at the both of you in confusion.

Namjoon’s head turned to face the boy, while doing so his grip loosening a good amount and you took the chance. You pulled your wrists back, escaping his hands and bolted down the sidewalk.

Namjoon turned back around watching you as you disappeared within the crowd of people only hoping to meet you once again.