e flicks

“Well, you know, it’s a really good cast, a fantastic crew. You know, we’re all like a family, so it’s just a great environment…” Jensen answered, nodding a little. There were people everywhere, cameras flashing and an excited chatter slowly rising to a dull roar. Award shows were always like that and to be honest he wasn’t a huge fan of them. But just having Supernatural nominated for something was a huge honor, and he would do anything to support the show.

A commotion from nearby snagged his attention, making him turn to see what was going on. The interviewer said something else, but Jensen didn’t even hear them. 

His entire being was focused on you.

You’d just arrived, wearing a stunning floor length dress that made his heart quicken in his chest. Your hair was half up, half down in some intricate bun thing that would forever fascinate him, leaving a few strands to frame your face. Just then your y/e/c eyes flicked up, meeting his from across the throngs of people. Somehow the two of you were always in tune, and this was yet another example. Of all the people milling about, you’d looked up and found him. And dammit did he want to go over there and show you just how beautiful you were. 

“Mr. Ackles?” The interviewer asked, probably for the fifth time and making Jensen snap back to the present. 

“Hmm?” he asked, only a little embarrassed that he’d completely missed whatever they’d asked.

“I asked if you wanted to comment on having Y/N as a regular on the show now,” the reporter asked with a knowing smile. Jensen laughed a little and gave them a shit-eating grin before glancing back over to where you were.

“Well I guess since you already caught me staring…” he said, rubbing the back of his neck and trying to fight the blush creeping up his neck. “Y/N really fits in well with everybody. It sort of felt like she’d always been with us, so it wasn’t hard to make a decision about keeping her on. She’s great to work with, and uh, she gives my shit right back to me, you know?” Jensen said, grinning when you made a face at him, “See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” he laughed, pointing over at you. That got your attention, and you made your way over to him. 

“Talking crap about me, Ackles?” You asked, raising a teasing eyebrow.

“Nah, just telling them how great you are,” he replied easily, giving you that smile that he knew drove you crazy as he slid his arm around you. 

“Damn straight,” you said, leaning into him a little. Right then and there, Jensen knew he’d have to do something about this. Maybe that night after the awards he’d tell you how he felt. He was sure it was there for you, too. He could see it in your eyes.

Submitted by @bringmesomepie56


Preferences- Possessed

Preference on how they react when they see you possessed by a demon for the first time with Charlie,Dean,Sam,Castiel and Garth. & Could I add a few characters to the “Preference on how they react when they see you possessed by a demon” please with Kevin,Lucifer and Ellen?

Originally posted by supernaturaldaily

Charlie was shocked, watching one of  her best friend’s Y/E/C eyes flick to black. It was like a punch in the stomach. Terror swept over her, knowing how quickly things could go down hill.

Originally posted by erule

Dean was angry. Not with you- with himself. He had felt responsible for you, and now he had one goal in mind. His only focus was getting the black-eyed son of a bitch out of your body.

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Concerned - Cedric Diggory Imagine

Written by @cedricsrosycheeks

Warnings: Insomnia/Seizure/Mention of parent death

I sighed as I stared at the ceiling of the Ravenclaw girls dormitories. This was the fifth night in a row that I’ve struggled with falling asleep. It was currently 4:15 a.m. I surveyed the room and my tired eyes drifted over the picture my parents had taken of Cedric and I at the beginning of the year. We were both laughing in the picture and his gray eyes twinkled as he looked at me. I was happy then. My brown skin glowing in the afternoon sun. I was blushing at something he said. I smiled at the picture and felt tears welling in my eyes.


It had been a lazy Saturday morning at Hogwarts. Very few students had gathered in the Great Hall for their usual breakfast. I sat at the Hufflepuff table with Cedric and his friends laughing about the time we played each other at Quidditch. It was an intense game already lasting five hours. Ravenclaw leading with 850 points and Hufflepuff falling slightly behind with 730 points. Cedric and I had been searching for the Snitch when a bludger came out of nowhere and knocked me in the back of my head. I never saw it coming. I let out a startled cry and fell forty feet to the ground with a cacophonous crash. I remembered waking up in the hospital wing two weeks later. Cedric sitting beside me. His brown hair tousled, eyes low and puffy. His perfect nose was pink as were his cheeks. He sat with his elbows on his knees hands covering his face. His school bag was placed by his feet. And a stack of books were placed neatly beside him. The curtains were drawn around my bed, shutting out the rest of the room. All around me were flowers and chocolates. What seemed like thousands of get well soon cards and balloons were placed beside the flowers. I gave a weak smile and turned my attention on Cedric. His eyes filled with tears and still low and he hadn’t noticed I was awake.  I slowly sat myself up in the comfortable twin bed. The movement startled Cedric. He looked up and grinned, tears gleaming in his kind eyes.

“Thank Merlin, Y/N! I thought I lost you.” His hands gently cupped my cheeks and I grinned at the contact.

“What happened Ced? How long was I out?” I inquired. He sat back down wiping tears from my eyes I hadn’t noticed had formed. He grasped my hand and looked me deep in the eyes. My Y/E/C eyes flicked to his and back to our intertwined hands. I squeezed his back and met his eyes again, locking contact.

“We were playing Quidditch. You and I were side by side reaching for the Snitch. And out of nowhere a bludger hit you in the head.” He stated.

I reached up feeling the shrinking lump on my skull.

He sighed. “You fell off your broom, and you hit the ground so hard you were knocked out for two weeks.”

I sat up fully straight now. My curly Y/H/C hair falling into my eyes. I looked at my lap and smiled. Cedric moved the stray strand of hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear.

“ How long have you been up here?” I asked, referring to the hospital wing. He blushed slightly and chuckled.

“Everyday after class and before dinner I stop by and wait. Today was my lucky day I guess. Praise Merlin you’re okay.” He smiled brightly and licked his plump lips.

My eyes flicked to his lips and I blushed. My brown skin turning light pink. I cleared my throat.

“Who brought all these gifts?” I asked looking around at all of the treats and flowers. Cedric laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well,” he began. His lips curving into a grin. “Potter and his friends stopped by immediately after the accident. Harry brought you a whole basket of chocolate frogs. You know he has a crush on you right?” He paused locking eyes with me once more. I blushed.

“Yes, I know. He’s sweet, that Potter. His heart is in the right place.” I spoke quietly trying to hide my grin.

Cedric continued, “All of the professors stopped by to bring flowers. Dumbledore brought Sugar Quills. And the Weasley Twins brought you something, I would be cautious opening it though. Never know what those two have up their sleeves.” He chuckled.

“And the flowers?” I questioned raising my eyebrows at the abundance of lillies and roses. Cedric smiled at his lap.

“Well, the lilies are from me. And the roses. Malfoy brought.”

 My eyesbrows raised higher. “Malfoy? He cares about me? Since when?” I was shell shocked. Sure Draco never spoke down at me but he always sneered when I walked into the room.

Cedric licked his lips. “ He’s actually an alright lad. He sat with me for awhile and talked. He truly was concerned about your health. You scared us all being out for so long.” He finished as Madame Pompfrey entered.

She gasped and clutched her hands together in excitement. “ Oh thanks Merlin Y/N! You have finally woken up. I was worried you’d slipped into a coma dear.” Her features morphed into a look of pure joy as she saw Cedric holding my hand.

“This boy is a keeper Mrs. Y/L/N. He’s been up here everyday. ” She smiled at the two of us.

“A few times he fell asleep waiting for you to wake up. It’s so nice to see a boy so in love.” She sighed.

Cedric and I laughed as we talked about the old days. The conversation about the accident died down as owls flew in, dropping off packages and letters to the few students left at breakfast. Cedric erupted into laughter as we heard a Howler tell off Neville Longbottom.  My owl, Zeus, dropped a letter off at my lap. I stared at it curiously. The letter was addressed from my cousin Peter.

Dearest Y/N,

I know I have not contacted you in a long time. I have been quite busy studying here in Egypt. Listen,  I want you to know that you are loved. I know that what you are about to read will be most difficult to believe but, alas, it is undeniably true.

In recent times, my work brought me to London. I stopped off at your house to visit your parents. When I arrived I found the house in clutter and the atmosphere was chillingly silent. Y/N, your parents were murdered. I found them dead in the  fireplace room. I don’t know what happened. An investigation will take place. My heart is with you. Please write back Y/N. I love you and I’m here for you.

With Love.


After that I felt my eyes well and over flow with tears. Cedric turned to me and put his arm around my shoulder pulling me into his chest. I passed him the letter and turned into his firm chest. I cried silently as he read the letter again. His face fell toward the end of the letter and his eyes welled with tears. He set the letter down and hugged me tighter.

“Hey, Y/N. I’m here for you. I understand what you are going through and I want to help you. I love you Y/N.” His soft fingers tipped my chin up and my watery eyes met his.

“I need you to let me help you, love. Will you let me in?” He spoke softly. I shook my head yes, not trusting my voice.

Cedric kept his word and stayed by my side ever since. Every morning he would wait outside the common room for me. We would walk to class together and he made sure I ate enough at meal times.

I had opened up to him about my parents and he had listened, holding me when I cried and smiling when I rembered something about them. Cedric made things easier. After a month I was back to normal. Smiling genuinely again and laughing whole heartedly. I still thought about my parents but I knew they would never want me to sit around and sulk. So I didn’t.

I properly thanked Malfoy for the flowers and he and I became friends. Harry and I had began to study Potions together in the library every Saturday morning. He was a kind boy. His eyes were gentle. We bonded after I told him about my parents. He blushed furiously when I had mentioned the chocolate frogs. Life was better with the new friends I made. But recently I’ve had trouble sleeping and I couldn’t stomach any more than a few bites of food. I was puzzled because I felt that I was normal again.

End Flashback

*Back to the earlier scene in the Ravenclaw dormitories.*

So here I lay, eyes burning as tears rolled down my cheeks at the memories. I smiled despite crying, looking away from the picture of me and Cedric I sighed.

I willed myself to stand up and I sleepily sauntered into the attached bathroom. My right hand felt around the corner for the light switch. I peered into the mirror and sighed at my appearance. My face was pale and my eyes were decorated with dark bags. My frame had shrunk since last week. I rubbed my groggy eyes and reached for my toothbrush.

My hand circled my teeth and lightly massaged my gums. I gazed into my eyes once more. They were eerily dim and the once vibrant Y/E/C was replaced with a darker shade of the previous color. I spit out the toothpaste and swished mouthwash around for a few seconds. I spat into the sink and washed my face with a peach scrub Cedric had bought me in Hogsmeade. Its aroma filled my nose and I sighed happily.

Once I had rinsed my face and patted it dry, I looked normal again. I smiled at my now beaming reflection as my brown skin glowed in the bathroom light. I heard my roommates stirring  so I hurried up and bewitched my hair to look neat. My Y/H/C curls were displayed neatly and looked perfect. Despite my recent sleep pattern. I looked healthy and happy.

I stepped out to see Luna stretching, her hair in disarray. I glanced at the muggle clock I had found last year. It read 6:15 a.m.

“Good morning Y/N.” Luna said sleepily. I smiled in her direction.

“Morning Luna! Did you sleep well.” I asked. Turning towards my bureau and searching for my Ravenclaw robes.

“Yes, actually. What about you?”  Her doe eyes looked me over and she smiled. I laughed and shook me head.

“Not very well but I feel great.” I laughed. Our conversation ended and I dressed in my normal school wearing. I put on my white button up shirt and slid my deep blue socks on. I pulled my black skirt up past my knees and fastened my shoelaces. I slipped the silky robes over my shoulders and fixed the Ravenclaw crest. I equipped my wand and grabbed my school bag. Glancing at the clock before leaving.

6:25 a.m.

I met Cedric outside the door of the Ravenclaw common room and smiled at his face. He was so handsome standing there with his hands in his pockets. His cheeks already colored slightly pink. Cedric’s hair was tamed and his eyes were gleaming.

His eyes traveled up my body and then met my face. He pulled me in for a hug and held out his arm.

“Good morning Y/N. You’re looking as lovely as ever.” He stated as we began walking towards the Great Hall for breakfast. I blushed and smiled at the ground.

“Ced, you are so kind. How have you been lately?” I asked peering into his grey orbs.

He smiled at the ground and sighed. “I’ve been really happy lately. I’m finally getting good marks in Potions!” He grinned.

Cedric reached over and ruffled my hair.

“Hey! Watch the hair Diggory!” I teased. He smiled in return and we walked through the doors of the Great Hall.

I sat at the Gryffindor table with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The trio smiled at me as I took my place next to Harry. He blushed when I set my hand beside his and pumpkin juice dropped down his chin. Ron laughed and Hermione giggled at Harry’s nervous state.

I grabbed a napkin and dappled his chin. He smiled at me with his kind blue eyes.

“Thanks Y/N, I’m sorry about that.” Harry said as I wiped his face.

“Oh it’s quite alright. Sorry for sneaking up on you.” I said piling food on my plate.

Breakfast was lovely and I could actually stomach my food. I walked to class with Harry and waved at Malfoy in the hall.  Harry seemed puzzled by this.

“Since when are you and Malfoy friends?” He questioned, eyebrows knitting together in confusion.  I turned to him and smiled.

“He brought me flowers when I was in the hospital wing. He’s not very cold toward me.” I replied simply turning into the Potions classroom.

Harry and I took our seats next to each other in the front of the classroom. We made small talk as we waited for class to begin. I couldn’t help the pang of hurt as I saw Cedric and Cho walk in. She’s been crushing on him lately and he hasn’t turned her down yet. I’ve always liked Cedric more than a friend but I never told him in fear of our friendship being ruined.

Harry noticed me staring and asked me what’s wrong.

“Y/N, are you okay dear? You zoned out for a minute.” Concern laced his voice.

I shook my head and blinked a few times. I shrugged and reached for my quill. “I’m alright, just a little tired. I guess I zoned a bit. ” I replied setting up my notes.

Harry shrugged and did the same. The class filled and Snape marched in, his robes flying behind him dramatically. He surveyed the room and turned towards the board. Cedric and Cho sat behind me. All through class I heard her giggling and felt my anger slowly rise with each laugh.

“Today, we will be brewing a calming potion. It should turn a shade of light blue or lilac. The more blue, the better.” Snape stated. Harry and I agreed to be partners for the day and we got to work after turning to the correct page.

“Could you pass me the Lavender and the Unicorn tears please?” I heard Harry ask. I looked up and met his eyes. I blanked for a moment until he placed his hand on my shoulder. I blinked a few times and shook my head.

“Sorry Harry, here.” I cautiously passed the ingredients to him and he poured them into our shared couldron.  I stirred clockwise until the potion turned a shade of electric blue. I smiled at our work as Snape made his round about the classroom.

He stopped at Harry and I’s desk and I could have sworn I saw him smile.

“Excellent job you too. This potion is perfect. Absolutely textbook example.” He said glancing between us two. He turned to leave but stopped. He glanced over his shoulder and spoke.

“Twenty points each to Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.”

Harry and I smiled widely. I hugged him. He was startled but wrapped his arms around me. I closed my eyes for a moment and wish it had been Cedric hugging me.

“Amazing job Y/N. I could never do this without you helping me study. I think we make a good team.” He smiled.

I looked at him and returned the gesture. “We make an outstanding team!” I corrected.

Harry and I walked to our next classes together and I found myself getting lost in thought. I kept think about Cedric and his perfect lips. I wanted to kiss him so bad my body craves it. I pushed the feelings I had for him away and tried to focus on Harry’s story. We sat silently through class and took  our notes. After classes came lunch.

I sat at my own house table but I didn’t touch my food. I wasn’t hungry and I didn’t want to upset my stomach. I felt weird all throughout dinner. My head burned and I felt slightly shaky. I shook it off and thought I just needed some rest.

After dinner I walked with Cedric to our last class. He kept glancing at me worry painted on his structured face.

“What is it Ced? You keep looking at me.” I asked as we walked the long halls of Hogwarts.

“I’m worried about you Y/N. You didn’t eat at lunch and your eyes are starting to wander. You look flushed. Are you feeling alright?” He rambled. I shook my head yes.

“Just a little warm. I need some rest. I haven’t slept in a few days.” I revealed. He gasped slightly.

“How long have you gone without sleep Y/N?” He inquired suspiciously.

“Five days.” I stated. Voice quiet as not wanting to be heard by passing students. His eyes widened.

“Five days! Y/N Y/L/N that’s not healthy! Have you talked to Madame Pompfry?” He asked. I shook my head no as we entered our last class of the day. Defense Against the Dark Arts. I took my seat in the far left back as usual and Cedric trailed behind me.

“I’m okay Ced. I know it’s not healthy. I’ve tried drinking tea and playing soft music. It’s not working. My minds been all over place and at night I think about my parents. I’ll talk to Pompfrey tonight if I can’t sleep. Deal?” I proposed setting my books aside and getting my quill and wand ready.

He smiled and looked at me, his eyes gleaming. His smile wasn’t happy and I knew he was still worried.  He shook his head yes and began to get ready for class. We arrived ten minutes early so I was talking with Cedric waiting for Professor Lupin to walk in.

Draco Malfoy took his seat behind me and tapped my right shoulder with his slender fingers. I turned to him and smiled. His smile faded when he noticed my face.

“Godric! Y/N. Are you alright dear? Your face is paler than mine.” He said. His eyebrows knitted together and he looked me up and down.

I reached for my forehead and felt a cold sweat starting to form. My head however was burning. I shrugged.

“Oh no, I’m okay. Starting to fever I suppose.” I shook it off and met his blue gray eyes.

“Alright. Take care of yourself Y/N I hate seeing you in the hospital wing.” Concern dripped from his voice as it has Cedric’s. I smiled at him and turned towards the class.

Lupin droned on for half an hour about the Unforgivable Curses. I had felt myself start to sweat harder as the lesson progressed. I got so warm I had taken off my robe and sat in my button up and skirt. Cedric noticed and kept asking me if I was alright. I assured him I was fine.

My body however was starting to act strange. I was shaking all over and my left leg would oddly jerk.  I had a killer headache and I felt detached from my own body.

I shook violently and I felt everyone’s eyes turn on me. Cedric grabbed my hand and his eyes searched mine.

“Y/N! Are okay love?” He asked.

I couldn’t respond and my hand flew to my temple. I was sweating hard. I shook my head yes and tried to focus on the lesson. I reached for my notes but I fell out of my chair. My whole body shook violently and my eyes went blank. I gasped for air and tried to look around but I couldn’t see passed the tears in my eyes. I panic as I heard screams fill the classroom. Lupin stopped teaching and his face appeared above mine. Draco grabbed my other hand and him and Cedric tried to hold me still. The whole class was staring at me now.

Harry had rushed towards me but couldn’t get passed the crowd.

“Make some space! Move everyone! She’s having a seizure! Move!” Lupin yelled at the students. Everyone’s shocked faces stayed on me as they backed up.

Cedric was crying and he tried to hold my hand. My body convulsed and I was no longer in control. The last thing I heard was Cedric and Draco yelling. I felt myself being lifted up. Then everything went black.

A few hours later I woke up in the hospital wing. Draco, Harry, Cedric, Hermione, Ron, and Luna stared back at me. All at once their faces flushed with relief. I smiled at them.

“Oh thank Merlin!” Malfoy said. He sat beside me and grabbed my hand.

“How are you feeling Y/N?” Cedric asked. I looked up to him and shrugged.

“Alright I guess. What happened?” I asked sitting up and smiling at Draco.

Everyone became silent. I gave Harry a quizzical look. His blue eyes were slightly watery but he was smiling at me. Draco stood and gave him the seat next to me. Harry sat and grabbed my hand that Draco had been holding.

“Y/N, you had a seizure. Your whole body was going into convolutions. You were totally unresponsive. Are you okay, Love?” Harry tipped my chin up to meet his eyes.

“I’m alright Harry. I just haven’t slept in a while. I need to be more careful.” I blushed embarrassed that I was gaining so much attention. He smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

“I’ll let you speak with Cedric. Please take better care of yourself Love. We all care for you and I hate coming to see you like this.” Harry said. He squeezed my hand one last time before turning and leaving with Ron, Hermione, and Luna all behind him. They all said goodbye and left.

Draco sat next to Cedric, closest to me on the right side of the bed. I looked up at him.

“Here, drink this.” He passed me a glass of ice water and I gratefully took a sip. Draco grabbed my right hand and looked me in the eyes.

“Now I know we aren’t the best of friends but Potter’s right. We all care for you Y/N. I was so afraid when you fell that you would never wake up. I never cried as hard as I did today. You scared us all Y/N. Get well soon love. Please talk to me if you need help falling asleep. I’ll do whatever you need love. Take care. I must go now honey. We all love you Y/N Y/L/N. Never scare us again okay?” He smiled his eyes were watery and I felt myself tear up also.

“Thank you Draco. I love you and I will watch myself better. I’m sorry for this. I just wasn’t thinking straight. Take care, I’ll see you in a minute.” I smiled at him. Draco leaned down and kissed my cheek. His lips lingered a little longer and then he turned with a final wave.

I turned to Cedric. He smiled at me. Then he dropped his head and I saw tears fall. I heard him whimper and my heart shattered. I sat up and scooted to the end of the bed and faced him. My delicate fingers tipped up his chin. His eyes refused to meet mine tears spilling over every few seconds.

“Hey, don’t cry. I’m okay. I’ll eat more tonight and I’ll ask Pompfrey for some sleeping potion, okay? Ced. Ced please look at me Love.” I pleaded.

His grey orbs met mine. His face was flushed. I wiped his tears away gently and sighed.

“I love you Cedric.” I confessed.

“I love you too Y/N.” he replied softly.

“No Ced, you don’t understand. I’ve been in love with you since we were young. I’ve spent the last nights thinking about you and I just can’t fight it anymore. I know you love Cho. She loves you too. I knew I didn’t have a chance with you. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I’m sorry if this is weird. I understand if you don’t feel the same way. Just tell me so I can get over you.” I rambled. His eyes looked deep into mine.

“Y/N I-I don’t like Cho. Sure she’s pretty but I love you. All these years I kept quiet. I was going to say something tonight but I wasn’t brave enough.

I smiled. His tears were dried now and I could see the sincerity in his eyes. I laughed and pulled him into a hug.

"I’ve been so concerned lately Y/N I knew something was up I just couldn’t quite tell. I love you Y/N Y/L/N.” he confessed.

We stayed in each other’s arms for a while saying nothing. Until he lifted my chin. He leaned close to me and I could feel his breath against my face. I smiled and he pressed his lips on mine. It felt perfect. I melted into his body and my hands reached for his hair. The kiss lasted a few seconds then we broke away.

“Was that okay?” Cedric asked.

“It was perfect Ced.” I kissed him again and this time I didn’t want to separate.

After this I knew things would be different. If my parents could see me now I’m sure they would be smiling.

I Get That A Lot

Title: I Get That A Lot

Word Count: 3,906

Warnings: plus-size!Reader, swearing, smut, wee bitof body shaming

Summary: Reader meets Winchesters on a hunt and the Winchesters invite her out for a drink.

Pairing: [Sam x Plus-size!Reader]

Author’s Note: I’m really new at writing smut. This was the second time I actually wrote it so I want to apologize if it’s written horribly. Sorry it took so long to get another one shot out! I just finished the musical at my school so hopefully I’ll have more free time on my hands which means more one shots! Request things!

Y/E/C- your eye color

Y/H/C- your hair color

              You studied the scenery surrounding you, your eyes narrowing at your target. You were currently on a vampire hunt in Columbus, Ohio, standing right before the nest. You had managed to lure in and kill two vampires during your stay and was able to track down the whereabouts of the nest. A small smirk toyed upon your pink lips as you admired the machete in your hand. Your eyes flicked from the blade to the abandoned building once more, beginning your stride towards the front door. If you were taught anything, it was why sneak in when you could make a grand entrance?

              You had been on your own for a while, left alone by your mother at age 17 and your father at age 11, both murdered by something of the supernatural. Your parents had vowed to never allow you to be a hunter like they had growing up, but as they all say, once in the family always in the family.

              You reached the entrance, straightening out your denim jacket and fluffing out your hair from behind the collar, allowing the locks of your Y/H/C hair slide down your shoulders. You gripped firmly onto the handle of the door, shifting your grasp on the machete to tighten it before ripping the hatchway open.

              The large room was dark. Eerily quiet. If you were just a person passing by, you would have sworn it was empty. But your hunter instincts kicked into high drive, raising the machete up into a killing position.

              “Sorry I didn’t knock!” you called out, your voice echoing through the hollow room. “Just thought I’d crash your party for a little while. So come on… let’s party.”

              Heavy footsteps sounded through the quarters—at least three pairs of them. Another smirk formed on your features, your eyes scanning the room until a figure appeared in your vision along with two others. The first one to attack was a female looking around the age of thirty, her teeth barred and ready to strike. Within a few seconds, you swung your blade with ease and chopped the head of the predator off. The other two vampires sneered evilly as they charged faster.

              A sound off in the distance—almost like a door softly shutting—distracted the two vampires for a split second, allowing you to make your attack. You reached into your back pocket and in a swift movement, retrieved a syringe filled with dead man’s blood. Within the few seconds you had, you plunged the needle into one of the vampires—a male who stood at the height of 5 feet and 10 inches—paralyzing him for the time being. He yelped out in pain, his partner darting his attention back onto you. But before he was able to pounce, your blade connected with his throat with a sharp force, his body falling limply along with his disconnected head. While the other one was stunned with pain, you took the opportunity to finish him off as well. Three down, about four more to go, you believed.

              You wiped away the splatter of blood that was smeared across your forehead, admiring your work for a quick second before snapping out of your trance. “Alright, you sparkly bitches! Let’s have some fun!”

              You had sworn you heard a distant murmur but took it as all in your head. You walked forward passed the corpses, your Y/E/C hues flicking around the scene. The soft tapping of footsteps sounding flooded your hearing as if someone—or something—was trying to sneak up to you. You whirled around on your heel, your arm reaching out to your prey with the machete at ready. But a grip was placed on your forearm, twisting your arm, causing you to stumble back and drop your blade. You gritted your teeth in slight pain, reaching in your back pocket for another syringe, only to release you had none left. You sneered at your attacker, ready to pounce when a voice stopped you.

              “Show me your teeth!” your attacker demanded, his grip tightening on your forearm.

              Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You stared down the man that was holding you tightly, studying his facial features before pushing your attention onto the man standing next to him. Your eyebrow arched as you hesitantly showcased your teeth. Your eyesight was still on the taller man of the two, his shaggy brown hair falling just below his ears. His face had a slight stubble to it. His hazel eyes were fixated on you.

              “Dean,” he spoke, causing the man holding you hostage to turn his head to face him. “She’s fangless.”

              The man known as Dean loosened his grip until he dropped it entirely. “Sorry,” he grumbled, leaning down and picking up your weapon before hesitantly handing it over to you. His eyes scanned your thick body, his eyebrows furrowed in a tight line. “Aren’t you… well… aren’t you a little too-”
              You smirked lightly, shaking your head. “Too fat to hunt? Oo, my personal favorite. Too weak? Yeah. I get that a lot.” You harshly ripped the blade from his grasp. You brushed passed the duo, making your way forward, farther into the warehouse. You recalled times on your previous hunts when other hunters claimed you had an innocent look to you. Too innocent. Therefore, you were far too weak to participate in such gruesome actions.

              You overhead a soft sigh behind you as two sets of footsteps followed in your direction. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

              “It’s alright. Like I said, I get it a lot,” you replied, lifting your weapon of choice into a kill stance once more.

              “They’re all dead,” the other man informed, causing you to slowly pivot around to face them once more.

              You lowered your machete. “You sure?”

              “Positive,” Dean assured. You nodded your head slowly.

              “Well, that’s it then.” You strutted towards the pair once more, halting your stride in front of the two. You reached your hand out to the taller one, him taking your gesture and shaking your hand. “I’m Y/N.”

              “Sam. That’s my brother, Dean.” Sam motioned his head slightly to the shorter one.

              Dean half-heartedly grinned, shaking your hand after Sam was done. “You sure know how to fight. Taking one three vampires alone and leaving without a scratch. That takes skill,” Dean complimented, bidding a nod towards you in approval.

              “Hmm,” you hummed, smiling sarcastically at him. “Well. I appreciate the help, boys. See ya.” And with that, you marched forward towards the exit.

              “Hey, wait!” Sam called after you. You stopped your gait, turning around to face them once more. “Wanna get a drink with us? I mean, you helped a lot on this case and the least we could do is thank you for it.”

              You contemplated on a decision for a moment, a soft smirk playing on your lips. “Yeah. Alright. There’s a bar about ten miles west of here. On the corner of St. James and Jacobs. I’ll let you guys… clean this mess up and meet you there.” And with your final words, you reached for the door handle, pulling the door open and stepping into the night air.


              You drummed your index fingers along the wooden surface of the table. You had picked out a booth in the back corner of the bar, waiting patiently for the two. You had ordered a few shots of bourbon for yourself, downing the drink the moment it was placed beside you. The three empty shot glasses were pushed off to the side, a beer currently in your grasp as you sat there.

              You began to grow impatient, looking down at your phone for the time. It had nearly been an hour since you left the boys. Your mind began to wander, believing that they would never show up. You figured it in the first place anyways. Why would a pair of attractive men want to catch a drink with you?

              You sighed quietly, pressing the brim of the glass to your lips, pondering whether or not you should just leave. You glanced down at your phone screen once more, studying the time. You shook your head, taking another long swig of your beer before beginning to push yourself up from the booth until the sound of heavy footsteps coming your way stopped you. You peered up to face Dean and Sam, a smug smile playing on Dean’s lips where a soft, genuine grin showcased itself on Sam’s.

              “I see you started without us,” Dean joked, sliding into the seat across from you. “Whatcha drinkin’?”

              “Bourbon. Aged thirty years,” you informed, motioning your head over to the empty shot glasses.

              “I like your style.” Dean winked playfully at you as Sam slid into the spot besides his brother. Dean waved down a waitress, ordering a round and a beer for everyone.  

              You gulped the rest of your beer down, setting the empty bottle besides the glasses. You pressed your elbows to the table, looking between the brothers. “Sam and Dean. Brothers.” You pursed your lips together, speculating your information. “Fairly attractive.” Dean chuckled at your comment, Sam merely blushing slightly. “You’re John Winchester’s sons, aren’t you?”

              Both brothers’ eyebrows knitted together in a tight line, Sam opening his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it. “My parents knew your dad. They used to hunt together when I was real little. Used to leave me with some of their hunting buddies.” The waitress returned with a tray full of your drinks, passing them around to the three of you before leaving, but not without a second glance from Dean. “They stopped huntin’ really when I was around eight or nine. That was until-” You stopped midsentence, regretting the conversation you had started. You clenched your jaw slightly, shaking your head. “Sorry. I don’t really want to bore you with my life story.” You reached for your new beer, pressing the rim of the glass to your lips, tipping it back.

              A small silence washed over the three of you, Dean breaking it by clearing his throat a few beats later. “So. You sliced n’ diced three vamps by yourself. That’s impressive.”

              You shrugged, setting the bottle down. “What can I say? I was trained to kill. Nothing’s in my way.”

              Dean’s eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, before opening and looking directly at you. “Y/N, I’m sorry about-”

              “No need to apologize for your opinion, Dean,” you interrupted, grasping down on the shot glass and downing it in one gulp. You set the tumbler down on the table, sliding it over to the rest of the glasses. You flicked your attention back onto Dean for a split second, before tearing it away and looking over at Sam. You halfheartedly grinned at the man, him returning the gesture.

              Sam opened his mouth to speak, but an unfamiliar voice halted his thought. You gazed up from Sam, looking at a man with a beer belly and a greasy muscle shirt. The man reeked of whiskey, the odor causing your nose to cringe in disgust.

              “Hey, pretty lady,” he slurred, leaning down towards you, his yellow smiling showcasing. You cleared your throat, hesitantly looking at him through your peripherals. “Why don’t you and I get out of here?”

              “Why don’t you get out of here and I’ll stay here?” you proposed, a slight, smug smirk appearing on your features.

              Clearly, the man did not appreciate your retort. He sneered down at you, clasping a hand down onto your shoulder, applying unneeded pressure. You hissed at him, tearing yourself away from him. “All you fat chicks think you’re better than me. I doubt you’ve never gotten laid before. Stupid bitch.”

              You watched Dean stiffen in his seat, Sam abruptly standing from his seat. You looked over at the boys, putting your palm up as if you’re saying ‘it’s alright. I got this.’ You turned your attention back onto the drunken man, smiling innocently towards him. “How nice of you to say.” The man opened his mouth to remark back, but you reeled your fist back, slamming it directly into his nose. He stumbled back, falling against an unoccupied table. He tumbled down onto the flooring, the table following his pursuit, landing on his puffy abdomen. You crossed your arms across your chest, watching as the scene unfolded.

              No one rushed to the man’s aid, all of them overhearing what he said to you. After a few minutes of watching the man struggle on his own, you simply slid back into your seat, grabbing your beer and taking a long sip. “Now. Where were we?”

              Dean gaped at you, his eyes widened and green irises reflecting impressive. You directed a tiny smirk at him.

              “Um. I’ve been meaning to ask you. I… Dean and I have another hunt lined up and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to look over some of the research we have? I mean… so we can get another perspective on it,” Sam requested, looking at you with a glint of hope in his eyes. You peered over at Dean, noting his confused stare, but brushed it off.

              “Yeah. Alright.” You took another sip of your beer, polishing it off.

              Dean caught on with what Sam was doing, smiling cheekily at his brother. “I’ll meet up with you two later.” he informed, stretching back in his spot, taking a swig of his beer.

              You nodded towards Dean, looking over at Sam. “We can take my car.”

              You and Sam stood from the booth, Sam ushering you through the maze of tables and people, his hand laying on the small of your back. You smiled slightly to yourself, a small hint of blush tinting your cheeks at the next comment Dean had made.

              “You kids have fun!”


              You followed Sam into his motel room, glancing around the unfamiliar surroundings. Sam threw off his jacket, tossing it onto one of the two beds, looking back at you with a soft smile. “Make yourself at home.”

              You took up on his offer, shedding your jean jacket and tossing your car keys onto the desk by the door. You ruffled a hand through your locks of hair. “So. What research do you wanna show me?” you inquired, plopping your weight down onto Sam’s bed.

              Sam paused his movements, peering over at you. “Can I confess something?” You simply replied with an arch of your eyebrow. “Um, I just said that there was research to get you over here.”

              You fake gasped, exaggerating it to the extreme by placing a hand over your mouth. “Really? Oh, I am appalled!” You stifled a laugh, removing your hand from your mouth and gently biting your bottom lip. “Well. You got me here.” You set your elbows down onto the mattress, leaning back.

              Sam looked over at you, pursing his lips together before waltzing over to where you were sitting, plopping himself down beside you. “That I did.” He smiled widely towards you. You returned the gesture, a bashful grin spreading across your features.

You both sat in silence for a few moments by simply staring at each other. You noted the way Sam’s eyes danced across your skin, admiring all your features from your angelic face to your thick thighs. He didn’t quite understand why he was so attracted to you, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of lust and loving that coursed through his veins. He scooted his body closer to yours, his legs pressing into yours. Sam’s hazel eyes were soft though a speckle of craving and desire sparkled within them. He reached a steady hand out to cup your cheek whereas the other hand soothingly rubbed your upper arm. Sam slowly leaned forward, his lips grazing yours slightly. You couldn’t contain yourself anymore. You crashed your lips upon the hunter’s, hungrily moving them against his. He playfully toyed with your bottom lip with his tongue before he forcibly slipped his tongue into your mouth. You sensed a smirk growing along his features as you pushed your tongue against his.  

He groaned in pleasure, breaking the kiss in order to trail a wet pathway of kisses down your neck. Sam snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You leaned your neck back to give him more access to your flesh, a satisfied moan passing through your lips.

Your instincts kicked into high gear as you straddled him, your legs wrapping around his torso. A low groan rumbled within his chest, his hands roaming your body. His right hand slipped up your shirt, trailing up your abdomen before finding your bra, slowly massaging your left boob with his massive hand. An immediate reaction to his actions, you quickly tore off your shirt, revealing your exposed flesh and a simple, black-laced bra. Sam stopped kissing you for a brief second, admiring your curves before a soft smile played on his lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, staring up at you before crashing his lips onto yours before you were able to reply.

Sam reached around your bust, easily removing the hooks of your bra, flinging it across the room with ease. You broke away from the kiss, hurriedly pulling his gray t-shirt over his head, unveiling his large muscles. You trailed your index finger up and down his torso, teasingly biting your bottom lip. You had a hard time containing yourself now. The heat within your core was becoming unbearable. You fumbled with the button of his jeans, noticing his bulge straining against the denim. You unbutton them, quickly unzipping the zipper and aiding him as he shimmied out of his jeans. His boxers were quick to follow his jeans’ pursuit. You flung the fabric into a pile of your discarded clothes, taking a sweet pause to admire his member. You lazily traipsed your gaze up his bare chest, arching your eyebrows flirtatiously when you reached his face. You stood from your position, unbuttoning your own jeans and pulling them down your legs along with your underwear. You viewed Sam as he studied you, the feeling of lust burning in his pupils.

Without warning, Sam reeled you into his long arms, shoving you down onto the dingy bed. His large frame loomed over yours as he leaned his head down into the crevasse of your neck in search for your sweet spot. He nibbled love bites against your skin, sucking down hungrily whenever he heard you moan his name. Sam blindly searched for a condom in the top drawer of the dresser. He cursed under his breath when his attempts failed him, realizing that Dean had taken the last one.

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” you assured him breathlessly, arching your back and bucking your hips against his. He groaned loudly, placing two large hands against your hips, his nails digging into your soft flesh as he positioned his throbbing cock at your waiting lips. And without a single heads up, he slammed into you.

Your breath was caught in your throat. Your eyes widened in sheer pleasure, moaning loudly as he continued to thrust. Each movement of his brought an immense amount of bliss to your being.

“Fuck,” you mumbled breathlessly, arching your back and pressing your torso into his chest. One of your hands laid on his ass, your hand clawing up and down his spinal cord while the other hand fisted the cotton sheets.

Sam moaned in your ear, feeling your walls clench around his shaft. His thrusting became sloppy; no real rhythm to his movements. But his large member pushed against your spot every time, creating a wave of pleasure that coursed through your core.

“Shit, Y/N,” he grumbled in your ear, digging his nails deeper into your plush hips.

A rush of sensation flooded your lower area. Your body clenched and relaxed as the rush of your orgasm filled you. Your body felt numb with the electrifying feeling your orgasm left you. You felt breathless. You barely could overhear your own cries, let alone Sam’s moans as he rode out his orgasm. You felt Sam collapse down on top of you, both of your chests rising and falling rapidly as you both tried to inhale the oxygen you both desperately needed. Sam rolled off of you, his body resting in the spot beside you. You shifted your body to lay on your side, facing him. An angelic smile grew on your lips as you opened your mouth to speak. “That was the best time researching I’ve ever had.”


              You awoke lazily, your eyes squinting as the sun poured through the transparent curtains. You recalled the events that occurred last night, a large grin appearing on your lips. You turned your head to face the sleeping Winchester, sighing happily. Careful not to wake him, you wiggled from his gentle grasp, and hoisted yourself out of the bed. You felt the aftermath of his thrusting as you stood, laughing lightly to yourself. “Damn,” you whispered to yourself, looking back at Sam.

              You leisurely walked over to the heaping pile of clothes that was thrown from your urges. You picked through the pile, retrieving all your belongings and putting them on. You glanced around the motel room for a pad of paper and a pen, finding it on the top of the dresser. You waltzed over to it, picking up the pen and uncapping it, scribbling down your number along with If you ever need help with some more research, call me. ;)

              You took in one last glance of Sam’s sleeping figure, smiling to yourself as you picked up your keys to your car and draped your denim jacket along your forearm. Cautious not to wake him, you opened the door and stepped out into the morning air, gently closing the hatchway behind you. You pivoted around on your heel, almost colliding with a man you later recognized as Dean.

              A smug smile toyed on his pink lips as he saw your disheveled state; your hair was a tousled mess and your makeup was smudged. “I figured you spent the night,” he spoke. “So, I bought you this.” You noticed that he was carrying a cup holder that contained three styrofoam cups you presumed were filled with coffee.

              You picked out a cup, pressing the rim of the cup to your lips, tipping it back and allowing the hot liquid to slip down your throat. You slightly smiled at him, lifting your cup in the air, the gesture meaning thanks. “I hope to see you boys around.”

              And with your final words, you strutted out to your car, unlocking it and opening the driver side door. Your actions were halted by the sound of Dean’s voice. “I’m sure Sammy would love that!”

              You laughed quietly, waving goodbye to Dean with your freehand as you slid into your car. You shoved the key into the ignition, turning it and allowing the engine to roar to life. You put the gear shift into drive, pressing firmly down onto the gas pedal, zooming out of the parking lot.

              Little did you know, Sam would call you just an hour after you left, proposing the idea of hunting together for a lead they caught down in Illinois. And little did both you and Sam know, that one night sparked a wonderful relationship between the two of you.

I wasn’t really sure how I wanted to end it so I’m sorry for the weak ending! As stated before, I am very new at writing smut so again, I’m very sorry if the writing wasn’t too good. I really wanted to get this out there so I’m sorry if it seems rushed. Request things

Flying High

I was on a plane less than a week ago, and what does one do on a plane except think of Harry? Especially when the screen in the seat in front of them is, in fact, broken. It’s short, but boy did it help me pass some time. Also, I’ve never flown first, so the screens are probably not in the seats – they’re probably fancy and all that – but until Harry decides he wants to take me jet setting with him (boy, PLEASE) we’re just going to have to go with this, okay? x. 

P.S. Friendly reminder that requests are closed! (And I’ve already got two in my inbox with a public angle. ;) )

You jab the screen in the back of the seat in front of you several times, but despite the different touches you apply, it remains frozen to the menu screen.

It isn’t working,” you mutter to him.

“What’sit?” he mutters with a quick glance and pulling out an ear bud.

“My screen,” you clarify. “It isn’t working, look.” You jab again and still nothing. “You try,” you instruct him and he reaches over and taps a long finger against it several times.

“Must be broken,” he remarks and you shoot him a withering look.

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Little Sibling: Bucky & Steve x Reader

A/N: Sorry its been so long since I’ve posted anything guys. College takes up a lot of time. Hope all is going well! Finally posted this imagine @mcuimxgine sorry you had to wait for like EVER. Hope you guys like it, I managed to edit most of it but some of it seems a little rough still. Whatever, hope you like it :)

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There and Back Again (Part 9)

Originally posted by im-proud-of-us67

Summary: (don’t read unless you want spoilers) Crowley informs Dean that the demon possessing you used to work with Azazel. When they attempt an exorcism, more demons arrive. The demon incapacitates Sam and then goes after Dean, stabbing you in the process. When she goes to kill Dean, you overpower her.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,000

Warnings: (again, don’t read unless you want spoilers) language, violence, blood, death, too many feelings

This is part of a series: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

A/N: I sat down this morning and MADE myself write this next part. So it might be a little messy. My apologies. I just really wanted to get it out for you guys, since I’ve had several of you ask when it would be out and it’s been FOREVER since part 8 came out. I hope you like it…

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Books and Films Vocabulary


  • an action movie: a film with fast moving scenes, often containing violence
  • to be engrossed in: to be completely focused on one thing
  • bedtime reading: something to read in bed before you go to sleep
  • to be a big reader: someone who reads a lot
  • to be based on: to use as a modal
  • a box office hit: a financially successful film
  • to be heavy-going: difficult to read
  • a blockbuster: a film that is a big commercial success
  • to catch the latest movie: to see a film that has just come out
  • the central character: the main person in a film or book
  • a classic: of the highest quality
  • to come highly recommended: to be praised by another person
  • couldn’t put it down: wasn’t able to stop reading a book
  • an e-book: a digital book
  • an e-reader: a device for reading e-books
  • to flick through: to look quickly through a book
  • to get a good/bad review: to receive positive or negative feedback
  • to go on general release: when a film can be seen by the general public
  • hardback: a book with a rigid cover 
  • a historical novel: a story set in the past
  • a low budget film: a film made with a small amount of money
  • on the big screen: at the cinema
  • a page turner: a book that you want to keep reading
  • paperback: a book with a flexible cover 
  • plot: the main events in a film or book
  • to read something from cover to cover: to read a book from the first page to the last
  • sci-fi: science fiction
  • to see a film: to see a film at the cinema 
  • the setting: where the action takes place
  • showings: performances of a film
  • soundtrack: the music that accompanies a film
  • special effects: the visuals or sounds that are added to a film which are difficult to produce naturally
  • to take out (a book from the library): to borrow a book from the library
  • to tell the story of: to outline the details of someone’s life or an event
The “Unwanted” Saviour

Anonymous: Hiiiiii, I saw that requests are open so can I have something that’s Edward Kenway x Reader please, thank you so much xxxx

A/N: So, here it is! My first request is done <3 Thank you, I wrote it as soon as I woke up, didn’t beta’d it. Also, english isn’t my first language, I’m sorry for any mistakes…

Your name: submit What is this?

“Now, aren’t you a good girl?” The man stumbled with the words at your ear, his body, smelling strongly of sweat and alcohol, pinning you against the wall of some dark cornered alley near one of the many taverns in Nassau, the music suddenly too loud.

The sailor smiled to himself, too drunk to even care if you were answering to his ministrations. You doubted that anyone at the tavern would notice your absence — especially after the entire evening of drinking and singing at the island — and, if they noticed, if they would care.

“Just fuck off!” You almost shouted, trying to push the man away and get your dagger, just for him to hold your fists firmly beside your head. “I ain’t gonna shag ya filthy cock!” You almost spit the words at his face, having for answer only his furrowed brows dismissing you.

"You have a big mouth, dont ya’, lass?” He said in a mocking tone, starting to nibble at your neck and making you squirm agaist his strong body, closing your eyes tightly and turning your head away. “That’s how I like it.”

“You heard the lass, mate.” Some voice came out from near you. A blonde pirate — seemingly less drunk pirate, mind you — was standing behind the first one, his hand at the hilt of one of his double swords. After taking a first glimpse of his clothes you wondered if they weren’t too heavy to the tropical weather of the West Indies. He’d probably cook up inside that thing. “Fuck off.” How long he’d been standing there? You hadn’t heard anyone approach this way, for sure, neither had seen him there before.

“Mind your fucking business, lad.” The man pinning you against the wall answered, clearly annoyed. “Me and the lass here are just havin’ a good time, go find ya own fucking way.” You squirmed again, kicking your feets desperately for the uptenth time.

“Just let me go, ya piece of shite!” You said, making a face to the smell of ale that came out of him everytime the sailor opened his mouth.

Everything happened almost too fast for you to notice, but suddenly, pirate-strange-clothes had a blade, that seemed to came out of his wrist — maybe you were drunker than you thought —, against the-drunken-one’s neck, pulling the man’s hair tightly and driving him away from you. “I told you to fuck off, mate!” Strange-clothes pushed him roughly, druken-pirate stumbling over his own feets. For a moment, you thought that they were going to pick up a fight and flicked your E/C eyes anxiously towards the tavern. The music hadn’t stopped — which was good — and just a few sailors payed a middle interested look to the situation picking up.

You were almost sure that if those two started a fight, that whole tavern would come and join in.

Lucky you, drunken-one simply yelled a few curses to strange-clothes, coming closer but stopping as soon as he saw all of the man’s weapons. You’d think twice before starting that fight too, for sure. He glared at the blonde man, stumbling his way back to the tavern, the music still loud at the humid air of the night, and then the pirate turned to you.

“You okay, lass?” He asked coming closer. Your eyes narrowed slightly, taking in the man’s stance and decided to stay alert.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You answered, still wondering what the guy wanted. “Thank you for helping me.” He smiled. Oh, what a cocky smile he had, you noticed.

“That was nothing.” The man answered kicking the dirty ground dismissively. “What’s your name?”

You thought about telling him to fuck off, but then you looked back to the tavern and saw drunken-pirate glaring at both of you from distance and decided to use the guy for one night. “I’m Y/N.”

“Not gonna ask my name?” He said mockingly to you, his smile spreading further. “I’m Edward Kenway. Captain of the Jackdaw”

A pirate captain? Well, that was unusual. You faked a smile at him, almost sure that you were going to forget whatever-his-name-was the next day.

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Dangerous Series [Part One]

Misha Collins x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1298

Description: Reader is a new character on set for a year. Her character is set to fall in love with Cas. After all this time of acting, the feelings have started to grow from on set to off set between Misha and the reader.

Note: Yes, I understand Misha Collins is married. But this is a story, and for a fictional story, we’re going to say he is divorced.


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I’M NOT SCARED ANYMORE [Teen Wolf Pack One-shot]

Prompt: Starts with a call to 911

“I need an ambulance quick – no, no, she’s not breathing!” Stiles called through the phone, dark eyes trained on your lifeless body, shaking, and like many others around him – crying.

x earlier x

You were running, your breath was shallow, and even though you acted bitter and toxic on the outside, you were terrified. Your [e/c] orbs flicked left and right, up and down, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes.

You weren’t going to make it.

You cussed yourself, tripping and falling, clawing and kicking as your stomach spun and your vision filled with black dots.

You shook your head, panting.

But you had to – you had a point to prove.

The sound of screaming in the distance made you tremble harder then you already were, it was coming closer.

Everything in your being was screaming at you to stop, to fall over and just let go – to give up.

“No. I can’t.” You sobbed quietly to yourself, trying to push against the burning aches that overtook your calves. Your chest burnt with every step, with every breath, but you pushed and tugged, you fell and got back up, you were determined.

That was something the pack loved about you, your strong-will, your determination to succeed, your vivacious A-type personality, the firm confidence.

That was how they thought you were, anyways.

You weren’t. You were a shy girl that had lost too much and suffered through so many tragedies that you shuttered yourself in and built a firm wall between yourself and the world.

Everything scared you now. Everything screamed death, heartache and loneliness; everything from quizzes to werewolves to love.

Especially love.

The pack tried to love you, to coddle you; they encouraged you to come out of your shell, and rarely succeeded. They treaded lightly around your insecurities and snarky remarks, because they knew that anything could set you off and send you scuttling back into your shell. They treated you like a ticking bomb, and you hated it.

Sometimes you just wanted to yell at them and scream your frustrations, to tell them to stop. You couldn’t do that though, because you had to keep your blunt and sarcastic cover… That, and you were scared.

Then something was right behind you, and you could feel icy breath against your neck, and inhaled a vile lemon scent that invaded your nostrils. You froze, your eyes teary and you turned slowly, staring right at it.

You didn’t know what it was.

All you know is that it’s face was white, pale white, and had black veins running across it’s cheeks and down it’s neck. It’s eyes were black, just gaping black holes, and so was it’s mouth, wide and black, with sharp, pointed teeth aligned around the edges, similar to a leech.

You screamed, and it screamed as well, that horrible screeching, the sound of chalk squeaking against the board, amplified so that it stretched out and blasted through your eardrums, shaking your entire being.

You fell on your butt, and crawled backwards as it’s head turned a whole 360 degrees, and you let out a sob of panic as it got on all fours, it’s spine crackling as it stretched in all different directions.

Your back hit a tree, and you placed your hands over your ears, pulling your knees to your chest, your head bent down, hair covering your face as you closed your eyes.

You tried to think of happy memories, of the time you spent with your family when they were still alive.

But it was all distant and foggy and clouded over by remorse and grief.

So you thought of the pack.

You thought of the times that you did open up to them, the times where you blushed to your ears from Liam and Stiles teasing, and they looked so accomplished they high-fived and laughed with the rest of the pack, exclaiming that you were cute when you blushed and Lydia & Kira smirked and nudged you from both sides, as you crossed your arms, pouting and hanging your head in shame, unable to hide your reddened ears.

You screamed, you sobbed; you kicked and cried out into the frosty air. Faintly you could hear the beast screaming as well, it’s breath icy over your face, but blood was rushing through your temple and your palms were pressed so tightly against your ears that you were distracted by your own heartbeat.

You were distracted by the regret and remorse in your heart because you never got to thank them, you never got to thank Liam and Stiles for always cheering you up and softening your snarky remarks, how your eyes lulled when they tried to sing you to sleep that one time when camping, and you hissed at them, even after they’d succeeded. You regretted dragging your feet when you went out with the girls, complaining even when they offered to buy you cute dresses and shoes (which they did, even after you refused them), you regretted yelling at Scott after he cuddled you (which he did a lot), and you regretted the bitchy remarks you would call Derek when he’d soften up and hug you (even if you struggled, you’d still melt after a while).

You wanted to say thank you, that’s all you wanted to say. You wanted to thank them for the memories and kindness; you wanted to thank them for the love.

So you lifted your head, and your final resolution, your final act of determination, was to scream in that beast’s face.


The beast screamed again, and you felt your throat close by itself, your lungs screaming for air as you gasped and choked, your vision turning black.

It was over.

x currently x

“No – oh god I told you before, she isn’t breathing – yes, please, please.” Stiles was yelling, combing a shaky hand through his hair as he kneeled next to your body, which was being held by Liam, Brett (who had heard your screams and recognised your scent from previous pack visits) was performing CPR on your unmoving form. Scott and Malia were surrounding you, facing in the direction the beast had fled as they snarled and shook in anger. Kira’s arms were wrapped around Lydia, who was sobbing and mumbling words under her breath.

The pack felt so, incredibly guilty.

It was their fault you were here, after all.

Stiles had yelled out in anger after Lydia had gotten hurt. You hadn’t played your part, and the blame was on you, and you to bare alone.

“I’m sick and tired of you always being so freaking scared! Why are you even in this pack? Why are you here? All you do is abuse and abuse us when we try so hard for you! You didn’t play your part and look where it’s ended up, it’s ended up with Lydia in hospital and you freezing up again! You should be the one in there – not Lydia!”

The hospital had erupted into shouts and yells, and people stopped, staring at the group of teenagers, some beat up and bruised while others stood firm, divided and fighting. You stood in the middle, your heart pounding, your face contorted in shock. Your walls were breaking and your pack was crumbling around you.

So you ran, you ran out the front door, you ran with your back pack slung over one shoulder, tears in your eyes as you tried to escape the chaos you’d created. You ran with a purpose, to find the beast that’d hurt Lydia and, simply, kill it.

You had to prove a point.

So there they were, Stiles sobbing as he ended the call with 911.

“Oh god, I shouldn’t have yelled at her. This is all my fault, this is all my fault.” Malia bent down next to him and ran a hand through his hair, hugging him to her chest as she tried hard to tear her eyes away from your lifeless body.

Brett pulled away, out of breath, and all the werewolves listened for a heartbeat, a single sign of life. None was found.

“She’s…” Brett trailed off, shaking his head as Malia burst into tears, Liam shaking his head and Kira burying her face into Lydia’s shoulder.

Scott was furious and filled with aching sadness.

“I was suppose to protect her…” He dropped by your side, and a single tear fell, hanging on the tip of his nose.

Liam clutched desperately at your hand, pressing it to his forehead, then to his lips.

“Come on, [Y/N], please.” He wailed, and there was silence, silence through the woods, through the clearing around them. Everything seemed to pause in grief; everything paused as a final goodbye for another lost soul.

It was over.

You were gone.


All the werewolves perked up instantly, and Malia scrambled towards your body, clutching your hand.

A whole minute passed, a minute of quiet breaths and restless trembling.

They had to make sure; they had to make sure it was real.


“Oh my god.” Malia whispered, bringing a hand to her mouth as tears streamed down her face.

“She’s alive.” She whispered, “She’s alive! Oh gosh she’s alive!”
“L…” Your mouth moved, forming a whisper, your whole being hurt, but you had to get in any final words before your body collapsed.

“Lyd…ia…” Your eyes fluttered half-open, and Lydia clutched your hand, nodding her head as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“I-I’m… sorry.” Words were becoming easier to form, you felt yourself soaking up the love that poured from the people around you.

“I’m… sorry… for getting… you hurt.” You coughed, and your body shook in protest, some blood falling from your mouth.

Panic set in.

“It wasn’t you, [Y/N], It wasn’t you, I’m sorry – I’m so sorry.” You weakly squeezed her hand, and you shook your head, slowly, gently.

You choked.

“T-Thank you… all of you… for…l-“ You were interrupted by another round of coughs, blood splattering on your dirtied shirt.

Your heart was slowing again, and your speech was slurring, your eyes falling shut as you took shallow breaths.

“…for… loving… me.” You forced a smile, since you knew they’d never seen you smile before and they all seemed to cry harder.

“I…I-“ You choked, and you couldn’t seem to breathe, because you wanted to get your last words out, the words that you wanted to say more then anything else.

“I… lo…” Your eyes closed and your breathing stopped, and everyone was still listening intently for you to finish your sentence.

I love you.

“[Y/N]?” They cried, because they thought they were in the clearing, but the sirens were so close and you fought so hard.

And for the second time that day… Your heart stopped.

x end x

What did you guys think? Sorry I’ve been so inactive with the fics lately (or just inactive in general). This was for a close friend of mine @twpackimagines (Follow her if you aren’t already, her imagines + one-shots are gr8) ❥
Also, should I make a part 2?

Remember, requests are open, tell me what you think & have a happy new year!

Part 2 is here: x


Eu vi os cachos do Harry sumirem.
Eu vi a barba do Zayn crescer.
Eu vi o Louis amadurecer.
Eu vi a carinha de bebê do Liam desaparecer.
Eu vi o Niall mudar.
Eu lembro quando o Harry não podia usar touca.
Eu lembro quando o Zayn dizia “Vas Happening?” sem motivo.
Eu lembro quando o Louis berrava e fazia palhaçadas o tempo inteiro.
Eu lembro quando o Liam fazia o “1,2,3 flick”.
E eu lembro quando o Niall tinha dentes tortos e o rostinho corado.
Eu vi que os meninos do sofá foram para os estádios.
Eu vi as “Mrs.” virarem “Girls”.
Eu vi eles se superando cada dia mais.
Eu vi todos os “1D Come to Brazil” no twitter.
Eu vi eles passando por cima de todas as criticas e obstáculos.
E sim, eu vi o vídeo de dois deles fumando maconha mas estou aqui e daqui a alguns anos vou poder dizer “Eu vi quando a banda acabou, porque eu cumpri minha promessa de estar com eles até o fim.”  

Thanks One Direction! (x)


Michael Fassbender & Alicia Vikander Couple Up in New Flick | E! 

Imagine - Obi Wan

I know you mostly do Anakin stuff, but can you do an Obi-Wan imagine? Like, imagine leaving the Jedi because you can no longer fight your love for Obi-Wan, and you know that you can no longer follow the Jedi code? – omg sorry this is late!!

You felt conflicted, what you were doing was considered wrong. You loved Obi Wan, your Jedi Master. He knew you when you first became a Jedi, being a few years older than you watched him and he was your rolemodel. Now you were a grown and powerful young Jedi, who was very close to your Master. You confessed your love for him one day while the two of you were away on a mission and thought you weren’t going to make it. He was a kind man with a beautiful heart. The way he looked at you made your heart melt into a big puddle of love. But what you felt was not right, it was against Jedi Code and you no longer wanted to break the rules of the life you lived. You decided to leave the Jedi way because you could no longer fight your love for Obi Wan and with the use of the force mixed with your emotions – you did not want to be possibly persuaded by the dark side. You called a Jedi meeting and stood in the middle surrounded by your superiors. “I’ve called you here for a reason.” you heard footsteps echo through the hall and there stood Obi Wan, leaning on the door frame watching you speak. Your heart began to flutter like a hummingbird.

Regaining your thought you felt your voice tremble, “I’ve decided to leave the council.” a look of surprise was painted on each and everyone’s face, especially Obi Wan’s. “Why is this?” asked Mace Windu. “I — I – I realized that I cannot follow a vital rule.” you began to sweat, your eyes scanning everyone’s faces. You flicked your (e/c) orbs over to Obi Wan who seemed concerned. “I can no longer fight my feelings — feeling of love for an individual. I cannot continue to be a Jedi and break the rules.” you lowered yourself onto one knee, taking your saber from your waist and holding it up to Master Windu. “So I am giving up position.” Windu took your saber in his hand and tucked it next to his leg. Standing up you quickly left the circle, trying to conceal your sadness. You loved being a Jedi and what they stood for but you couldn’t do it anymore because you loved Obi Wan more. Rushing past Obi Wan you ran outside. Looking up to the bright morning sky, a tear rolled down your cheek. Hearing footsteps running up behind you, you wiped your tear away before they could see it. It was Obi Wan who ran up and embraced you in his strong arms. “That was very brave of you Y/N.” he placed a quick, secretive kiss on your head. “I love you Y/N.” he smiled, the look on his face seemed like he let off a huge weight from his shoulders. “What are you going to do about the council?” you looked down, feeling bad. “I will continue my work and position but —” he paused and took your chin in his hand. “I will love you as well.. I promise to visit you as much as possible.” he smiled. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad…

An Angel’s Grace [Part Eight]

Gabriel x Reader

Author: justcallmeyourgoddess

Warnings: Swearing, Mild Violence, More Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 3317

Description:  Reader is already officially mates with Gabriel with all the ceremonies, etc. and can see his wings. He wants to introduce her to his archangel brothers (saying as Lucifer and Michael and Raphael all live together peacefully in heaven). They discover something about the Reader in the process.

Note: I love you guys so much that I made this post super long and stretched out with details. Hope I’m not breaking too many hearts.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Keep reading

I’m Him: Chapter 2

This has to be my longest one yet. Holy crap. I swear all the chapters wont be this long, it’s just that this one ended up being a lot longer than I had originally intended. Sorry if there are any mistakes, I’m going to go through it again in a bit. As usual, any feedback would be lovely and I hope you all like it! (:

Part: 1, 3, 4, 5, 6

               "Thank you for the meal.“ She bowed her head slightly, still damp from the rain as she picked up her chopsticks, eyeing the food hungrily.

               "You’re welcome.” Hoseok replied, unable to hide to small smile that worked its way across his lips as he watched her dig into the food.

               And she was the one who practically refused to acknowledge me earlier, he thought, shaking his head as he darted to the kitchen to prepare his own food. He could hear the small whispers coming from the rest of BTS, but was opting to ignore it. As soon as he stepped on the light tiled floor, all heads flicked up to stare at him. The kitchen was silent as he pulled bowls down from the top shelf for everyone, not that he minded as he wasn’t really looking forward to explaining a situation which he couldn’t really understand himself.

               "Hyung.“ Jungkook broke the silence, causing Hoseok to stop what he was doing.

               Here we go, he thought, putting down the dishes to face his fellow members. “What?”

               "Why did you bring her here?“ Taehyung whined.

               "Is she staying?” Jin questioned in a mothering tone from the back, concern evident in his voice.

               "You know, when I said we should help her, this was not what I meant.“ Namjoon scratched the back of his head, confused by the turn of events.

               "I know, I know.” Hoseok replied, flustered by their onslaught of questions. “I don’t know if she’s staying yet.”

               "So she is.“ Yoongi stated factually, rather unconcerned about that situation compared to the others.

               "I didn’t say that.” Hoseok said only to receive sceptical looks from all of them. “But if she does then she’ll take my bed and I’ll take the couch.”

               "See?“ Yoongi said smugly, a smirk coming across his face.

               "But you don’t even know her, Hobi!” Jimin exclaimed, only to be glared at by Hoseok.

               "Yeah, okay Jimin. What about all the girls you’ve had over?“

               A furious blush spread across Jimins cheeks as he went on sputtering, "They were friends!”

               "Those are some pretty close friends.”  Yoongi scoffed, rewarded by a punch in the shoulder from Jin, warning him to pipe down.

               Jimin glared at Yoongi, his face turning an alarming shade of red as he opened his mouth to bark back, only to be cut off by their leader, “Shut up you guys. I get that you wanted to help her, Hoseok, but what the hell? Why did you bring her here instead of just offering a ride to her friend’s house?”

               “She had nowhere to go. What was I supposed to do? Was I supposed to leave her out there in the rain?” Hoseok retorted, “Besides, it not like there hasn’t been girls over here before and she’s not some crazy fan. In fact, it doesn’t even seem like she knows who we are. Why is it suddenly not okay when it comes to me instead of everyone else, like Jimin?”

               “Why am I being pointed out—“ Jimin began to protest, throwing his hands up in the air, only to be cut short once more.

               “I’m not saying that.” Namjoon said calmly, while Jungkook put a hand on Jimins shoulder, comforting him while Yoongi snickered in the corner of the room. “I just don’t get why you couldn’t have sent her with one of the Noona’s or something so that she’d feel more comfortable.”

               “Ah—“ At this Hoseok remained silent, staring his leader in the eyes before looking down at the floor sheepishly, shoving his hands in his pockets, muttering, “I didn’t really think of that…”

               Namjoon let out an exasperated sigh before turning and stretching his arm into the drawer to obtain the utensils for dinner. “Okay, well she’s here now so we might as well make her feel welcome instead of excluding her like this.”

               Slowly everyone began to disperse, picking up dishes to bring to the dining table. Jimin on the other hand, strolled up to Hoseok as he was picking up a bowl of meat, clapping his palm on his shoulder. Jimin spoke softly, trying to sound as innocent as possible, which didn’t go unnoticed by his hyung. “Yah, did you really have to call me out like that?”

               “Sorry.” Hoseok replied insensitively, rolling his shoulders to slide Jimins hand off as Yoongi passed by with the vegetables.

               “It’s not his fault you’re greasy.” Yoongi remarked.

               “Greasy?!” Jimin exclaimed, following Suga out into the dining area, stomping like a child. Yoongi smirked, pleased with the reaction that rose from his dongsaeng. “Yah! Since when have I been greasy?!”

               Jimins wailing soon stopped as he remembered they had company, clamping his eyes on the girl seated at the end of the table awkwardly. With one look at her, immediately Hoseok knew that she had heard the previous conversation in the kitchen, a result of them not being as quiet as they had thought they were being. Her head hung low, eyes cast down to her hands, which were still in her lap. She had ceased eating; her chopsticks abandoned at the edge of her bowl, and all the while, her clothes released droplets of water every few seconds, tapping noiselessly against the floor. Immediately Hoseok became aware of how uncomfortable she must have been feeling both physically and mentally. Suddenly it donned on Hoseok that he hadn’t bothered to get her dry clothes, or even a towel for that manner. Walking over to the linen closet, he mentally slapped himself for being so careless. Carrying the plush material in his hand, he made a beeline for the pot next to her. Before he sat however, he draped the towel over her shoulders gently and plopped down in his seat, causing her to jump. Y/E/C eyes flicked to his and upon realizing it was him, her expression softened. Her lips curled into a timid smile and she whispered a small ‘thank you’ before turning her gaze back down to her lap. A pang of pity and guilt prodded at Hoseok and he couldn’t help but think, maybe all I did was made her feel burdened.

               The room was still as the boys stared at Hoseok who stared at the girl. When suddenly she shot up to her feet, raising her gaze only to be startled by all the eyes currently turned her way. Taking a gulp of air, she bent forward into a bow and broke the silence, “I’m sorry for any inconvenience I’ve caused. I’ll grab my bag and go.”

               “What—“ Hoseok began, grabbing her wrist to keep her from turning away from the table.

               “Don’t be stupid.” Yoongi piped up, causing everyone to look at him, stunned by his bluntness before he received a hit on the arm from Namjoon who sat beside him.

               Namjoon settled his eyes on her, speaking comfortingly, “What he means to say is that it’s still raining and if what Hoseok said is true; then you don’t have a place to go. Plus you didn’t even eat that much.”

               “I’m not—“ her voice was muffled out by a pronounced grumble from her stomach, rebelling against her own self. Her left hand rose to clutch her stomach as she glared down at it, completely humiliated.

               “You’re here so let us help you.” Namjoon continued. A few of the boys snickered quietly while Jin mumbled ‘cute’ under his breath while putting some meat in his dish, earning a scowl from Hoseok. “You can’t leave with this storm outside anyway and you’ll get sick if we let you walk around in those clothes. Just eat and then after Hoseok will dry them for you. If you have somewhere to go by then, then okay. If not, we’ll sort something out.”

               Defeated, she slid down into her seat once more as Taehyung wriggled closer to Namjoon and cooed, “Such a cool leader.”

               Swatting Taehyung away, Namjoon picked up his chopsticks and everyone followed suit. The previous tension dissipated as mindless chatter filled the room. Hoseok drifted in and out of listening, mindlessly shoving food in his mouth while daydreaming. He couldn’t help but feel grateful to Namjoon; if he had been the one who kept insisting that she stayed, she would’ve thought he was creepy. This led him to wonder, why did he want her to stay so badly? And why didn’t he send her with their Noona’s?  But then again, he always had been the helpful sort and he couldn’t just stand by and hope she’d be okay. However, this time around his desire to be of help was much more concentrated when it came to her. When he thought of how helpless she had looked slumped lifeless on that raggedy suitcase, he couldn’t contain it; he had to help.

               “Uh, Ho-… ho-“ Her voice trickled out from beside him, pulling him away from his thoughts as he realized that he hadn’t introduced himself.

               “Hoseok.” He flashed a friendly smile at her.

               “Ah, that’s right. Hoseok.” She repeated, causing him to feel a jolt in his stomach at the way her lips shaped his name. “Would you mind letting go of my hand? I can’t eat with my left…”

               “Oh!” He looked down in horror, realizing that he had never let his grip on her wrist go. He snatched his hand away, his cheeks lit with an invisible flame as he laughed awkwardly. “Sorry about that.”

               “That’s okay.” She responded, lightly rubbing the area on her wrist where he had been holding. “I’m sorry for how rude I was before.”

               “What do you mean?” He replied, furrowing his brows in confusion.

               “On the road…” She replied meagerly, “I was so rude to you when you were just trying to help. It’s just that—“

               “I’m a stranger?” Hoseok filled in the obvious, placing some food in his mouth.

               “Well, yes.” She nodded, giving him an apologetic look. “You never know, right? Also today has just been— well it’s really just not been my day.”

               “That’s okay.” He replied, not pushing the subject further. “To be fair I was pretty intrusive. I probably would’ve acted the same if some guy came up to me and asked me to come home with him.”

               “Yeah, I’m thankful now though.” She said, looking past him to the window where a rainstorm was now in full swing. “I would’ve still been out there if you hadn’t helped me.”

               “Yeah,” he answered, glancing over his shoulder to see rain throwing itself against the glass, shuddering to imagine what it would’ve felt like to still be out on that curb. Thinking of their meeting, he turned to face her with a half worried expression, “I really did seem like some sort of creep though, didn’t I?”

               “A little,” She giggled at his distressed expression, taking a sip of her water before teasing, “Its okay, Stalker-nim.”

               “Yah!” He exclaimed, only causing her let out a musical laugh. Hoseok smiled despite himself, admiring the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed. Crossing his arms, he squinted his eyes playfully. “Fine, so if I’m Stalker-nim, then what do I get to call you?”

               “Hmm,” she replied, tapping her chin thoughtfully before replying with a smile, “How about Y/N?”

               “Y/N-ah…” Hoseok repeated, blushing when he realized he used an informal honorific, half waiting for her to protest. However, she didn’t protest at all; she merely nodded grinning at him while her own cheeks became dusted with pink. The two sat there, smiling at each other silently like fools with empty plates in from of them, unaware that they were currently being watched by a nosy Jimin, waiting for a chance to jump in.

               At their pause in conversation, Jimin took his chance, defending himself from the previous accusations against him, “Just to make things clear, I am not greasy, Y/N-ah.”

               “Yah!” Hoseok rolled his eyes at Jimins interruption.

               Y/N on the other hand merely chuckled under her breath, responding to Jimin sweetly, “I know.”

               “Okay, good.” Jimin smiled, his mood immediately lifting after clearing his name. Rising from his seat he swiped up Y/N’s empty dish, holding a hand out to Hoseok. “Hyung, your bowl.”

               “Ah- thanks.” J- Hope replied, handing it over to him while getting up from his own spot to help wash. Y/N began to stand up as well, only for Hoseok to push her back down by her shoulder. Her eyes snapped up to meet his, confusion clouding her orbs. “You don’t have to help so just relax.”

               “But I haven’t done anything besides eat your food!”

               “It’s okay, Y/N-ssi.” Jin tried to quiet her concerns, picking up her cup from in front of her. “Hoseok, why don’t you show her where the shower is?”

               “Okay.” J-hope replied as Y/N stood up, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “Come with me.”

               She nodded, following him down the hall to his room. The room was pretty clean, only a few things flung here and there; mainly accessories. Hoseok liked to be tidy, meaning his room wasn’t a disaster area like everyone else’s. It was plainly decorated; bare walls with only one shelf hung up which held a few knickknacks, such as a SpongeBob figurine shaped like a teddy bear. The head of his was bed against a wall and a small nightstand sat beside it with a picture of his family nestled between a clock and a lamp. Hoseok shuffled over to his dresser, trying to find her something to wear instead of her soggy clothing. Y/N spotted the picture on his night stand and bent over to get a better look at it.

               “This is your family?” She asked, startling Hoseok and causing him to glance behind him at the picture, a fond look softening his features.

               “Yeah, though I don’t see them much.” He replied, finally finding a pair of sweats that hadn’t been scuffed up from dance practice and pulling them out of the drawer, grabbing a random shirt along the way.

               “That’s a shame. They look lovely.” She rose to stand straight. “It must be tough to be an idol.”

               “Yeah—“ His brows furrowed up in confusion, exclaiming, “wait, you knew?!”

               “Of course I did. It’s not like I’ve been living under a rock.”

               “But you said I was a stranger!”

               “Well, if I’m honest, I only actually figured it out when I saw Rap Monster. My ex really liked him…” He voice grew quieter at the end, trailing off as a gloomy expression numbed her features. Hoseok quickly caught on, realizing the source of her troubles and quickly tried to lighten the mood so as to distract her.

               “Ah, how mean.” He shot her a fake pout, leading her out of the room while his lips curled into a grin of triumph at the sound of her giggling behind him. Crossing the hall, he flung open the bathroom door, placing his neatly folded up clothes on the counter, exiting quickly. “Let me know when you’ve changed and I’ll take your clothes to the dryer.”

               She nodded, shutting the door behind her as Hoseok leaned against the wall patiently. While he waited he couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to her, the look of grief she wore when she talked about her boyfriend looming over his mind. As much as he wanted to asked, he didn’t dare in fear of coming off as impolite. Nevertheless, he itched to know.  He was deep in thought and almost dint hear the door creak open. He nearly let out a chuckle at the way her hand squished between the frame and the door, her head poking out to the side while her body remained hidden. Reaching up to take her clothes from her hand, his hand accidently brushed against hers. His eyes snapped up to meet hers only to find two bright eyes staring back at him. Almost perfectly in sync, the pair blushed furiously and Hoseok became all too aware of how there was only a door separating him from her naked body.

               Clearing his throat, he tore his gaze from hers, feeling his face burning as he took the clothes while mumbling, “Sorry.”

               He barely heard her say that it was fine as he raced down the hall to the dryer, only relaxing when he heard the soft click of the bathroom door. Shoving her things in the dryer, he put his back against the wall, burying his head in his hand, mentally slapping himself for the second time that night. He dragged himself back to his room, shaking his head as though he could get rid of the image of her standing behind the door out of his head. Slumping onto his bed, he closed his eyes and waited for the sound of the water being turned off. When he finally heard the sound of the water splashing against the tile floor cease, he grabbed his own pj’s from his drawer, waiting for her to emerge while checking his phone.

               The sound of feet slapping against wood roused him from his phone, raising his head to see her standing in his door way. Inside his chest, he could feel his heart beating erratically as his eyes scanned her body, admiring the way his clothes hung off her. She’s beautiful, he thought. Even with wet stringy hair, no makeup, and puffed eyes from god knows how much crying; she was undoubtedly beautiful in his eyes. With her standing here, gazing at him timidly through her lashes, it would be a lie to say a part of him didn’t think about taking her in his arms.

               “Um, I’m just gonna make a few calls…” She said, starting to squirm under his stare.

               “Okay…” He replied, brushing past her to go shower, blushing for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day.

               Closing the door behind him, he undressed quickly and turning on the shower head. He stood under the shower head, letting the water ripple down his body, once again scolding himself; this time for blatantly making a fool out of himself for staring at her for so long. A small knock on the door followed by a, ‘Hurry up’ broke his reverie. Quickly finishing washing up, he exited the shower, quickly changing and opening the door to see an annoyed Jungkook waiting on the other side.

               “Thirty minutes.” Jungkook stated.

               “What?” Hoseok replied, befuddled.

               “That’s how long it took you to shower.”

               “Ah- sorry, Jungkookie.” Hoseok replied, shooting his dongsaeng a repentant look only to be met with a look of exasperation.

               Jungkook slipped past him, uttering “What is with this hyung today…”

               Just as Hoseok was about to scuttle down the hallway back to his room, a voice called out beside him, “Did you need a cold shower?”

               “Yah! Jimin!” Hoseok flushed as he glared at his band member who cackled and entered his respective room.

               Shaking his head, Hoseok moved down the hall, praying Y/N didn’t hear that. He was about to push the door open, when he heard a sniffle. He paused in his tracks, frozen by the small sound. He remained silent, leaning in closer to listen when he heard it again. Is she crying? He thought, cracking the door open only slightly until he could see her form. She sat on the edge of his bed, curled over and holding her phone to her ear. A small delicate hand covered her almond lips as tears rolled down her cheeks. He watched as she listened to a voice on her phone, face contorting with agony as a small sob escaped her mouth only to be muffle by her head. She pulled the device away and pressed a button, quickly putting it back up to her ear and listening intently again, her eyes screwing shut as she cried. She pulled the phone away again, repeating the same action as before when it dawned on Hoseok; she was listening to her voicemail. Hoseok leaned closer to the door, trying to figure out whose voice she was hearing. His foot bumped the door, causing its hinges to squeal and he screwed his eyes up at his failure.

               “H-hoseok?” Y/N croaked and he knew there was no use in trying to pretend he wasn’t there.

               Nudging the door open, he slipped inside the room, closing the door behind him to avoid a repeat of this situation. Upon seeing him, Y/N quickly ran her hands under her eyes, trying to hide that she was crying though it was no use as they both knew that he had seen. He inched toward the bed hesitantly, asking softly, “Are you okay?”

               “Yeah.” She replied, lips lifting into a watery smile. He sighed, knowing it was a lie and crossed the room to sit beside her. “I’m totally fine.”

               Looking at her, he nearly took her into his arms, heart dropping in his chest as he saw more tears well up in her eyes despite the happy image she tried to create. “No, you’re not.”

               She blinked a few times, not expecting to be challenged, before her smile began to droop. More salty droplets of water spilled over her cheeks and a sob wracked her body, causing her to curl in upon herself once again, phone still clutched in her hand. Hoseok hated when people cried in general. He was always one to display his emotions on his sleeve, but he still hated it. If he had it his way, no one would feel this kind of pain. No one would have to feel sorrow, but he knew this was nothing but a crackpot dream. The world was much too harsh while humans were much too brittle. For a moment he sat there awkwardly, torn between what his head told him to do and what his heart told him to do, when finally he couldn’t do it any longer. He reached an arm round her shoulders while his other hand plucked her phone from her hands and placed it on the bedside table. His calloused hand gripped her shoulder gently and he pulled her into his chest. Without her phone to hang on to, she clutched his shirt in her fingers, burying her face into the hard expanse of his body while one hand rested on his leg. He knew he shouldn’t of, but a part of him couldn’t help but get excited at the way her body fit into his. He could feel the heavy drops of water soaking his shirt, but he didn’t much care, running his hand in soothing circles on her back while the other brushed her hair away from her face before lowering to hold her hand in his.

               For a long time, they remained in that position, perched on his bed. He couldn’t tell how long she cried, but just that it was enough to know that her pain went deep. That it wasn’t something easily fixed. But after a while, her sobs began to come in slower intervals until they stopped completely. She remained cuddled into his chest for a little longer, allowing the last of her tears to escape while she hiccupped softly against him. Eventually, she raised her head from his chest and he pulled his hands away from her though she caught the one closest to her and thread her fingers though his. Hoseoks heart pounded in his chest, happy that she wanted his touch. She lifted her chin to look at him with bloodshot eyes, croaking “I’m sorry.”

               “Don’t be.” He replied, shaking his head. “Do you want to talk about it?”

               She pursed her lips to keep them from quivering and he immediately regretted asking. She blew out a stream of air before answering, much to Hoseoks  surprise. “My boyfriend and I broke up.”

               Her answer was short and curt and he knew that he wasn’t going to get much more out of her. He also knew not only by his own wits, but the look of despair on her face that there was more to it than that. “I see.”

               It was quiet for a moment as she dropped her gaze to stare at their entwined hands, reaching her other hand over to play with his fingers. “What time is it?”

               Hoseoks felt warmth tingling in his chest at the way she played with his hand, unable to keep his thoughts about it how cute she is at bay. He glanced at the clock beside him before answering, “Nearly twelve.”

               “Really?” She turned her eyes up to look at the clock herself as though she thought he’d lied, causing a small grin to come over his lips as he hummed, ‘Mhm.’

               “I tried calling my friend earlier, but she didn’t answer…”

               “You can stay.” He answered before she even asked the question.

               “Thank you…” she said quietly.

               Hoseok unfurled his hand from hers reluctantly and rose from the bed. “Lay down.”

               She complied, lying down on her side to face him. He picked up the covers from the foot of the bed to drape them over her body. He tucked them in at her sides all along her body, making her musical laugh filter out from her lips. He grinned at her and reached his hand underneath the lamp shade, flicking it off. All light escaped the room, blotched out by darkness. Hoseok turned to leave when he felt her hand shoot out of the covers to clasp his. “Where are you going?”

               “To the couch.” He replied.

               “Stay.” Hoseok gulped at her boldness, disbelief coursing through him. Did she really want him to stay after only just meeting him? Hoseoks silence made her nervous as she stuttered out, “I-I mean, if it’s not too much to ask. I know we only met but I just really don’t want to be alone right now.”

               “It’s not too much.” Hoseok tried to keep his voice steady. He didn’t want it to betray him and reveal the fact that his nerves were running at Mach speed inside of him.

               She scooted over in the bed to made room for him, lifting the covers while maintaining her grip on his hand. All second thoughts dissipated in Hoseok and he crawled into the spot she had made for him, heart slamming against his ribcage. He made himself comfortable and as soon as he stilled, she scooted closer, clutching his upper arm with her free hand. This time it was him that intertwined their fingers, thoroughly enjoying the way she curled into him. He knew that she was fragile and that this could just be a momentary companionship for her, but he didn’t care.

               “Goodnight, Hoseok.”

               “Goodnight.” He replied as he felt his eyelids get heavy, drifting into unconsciousness at the melodic sounds of her breathing deeply beside him.

              Sunlight slipped between the blinds, shining right onto Hoseoks eyelids and rousing him from his sleep. He breathed deeply, stretching his limbs before cracking his eyes open. Thousands of tiny dust particles flew around the room, visible in the light of the sun. He could faintly hear the sound of cars on the road, beeping at each other every once in a while. The smell of food filled his nostrils and he could feel his stomach gnawing at him, screaming for food. He raised his hand to ruffle his hair, groaning lightly. When suddenly he noticed that something was missing; where was Y/N?

               He shot upwards, brows furrowing together as he glanced to his side to see that the area where she had slept was now folded neatly. His eyes caught sight of the clothes he had loaned her, folded up and placed at the end of the bed for him. Part of him panicked, and he scrambled out of his bed, quickly shuffling out into the hall. He rushed towards the kitchen where Jin was cooking. “Jin.”

               Jin jumped, nearly dropping the spatula in his hand, turning to face Hoseok with wide eyes. “You scared the shit out of me!”

               Hoseok ignored his Hyungs complaint, rushing out his words, “where is Y/N?”

               “Y/N?” Jin asked confused. “She left an hour ago Hobi. She even thanked us all. You didn’t know?”

               Hoseoks mind raced, not wanting to believe his Hyung. No, no, no, he thought I didn’t even get her phone number. He rushed back down the hall to his room, casting a blind eye to his members who watched on in bewilderment at his panicked antics. Pushing open his door, he quickly scanned the room, searching for something; anything to give him an excuse to see her again. Disappointment filled him as he found nothing. Sighing he plopped down on the end of the bed beside his clothes, glaring at them as though they were the cause of this. He kicked himself for not asking to see her again last night, though to be fair he hadn’t expected her to leave without a word. Picking up the clothes beside him, he heard a crumple coming from in beside him… or under him? Dropping the clothes he rose from his spot and looked down to see a piece of paper lying right where he sat. He quickly snatched it up in his hands, eyes raking over the words written on the paper. Only to be let down once again by what it said:

               Hoseok, thank you for everything last night. You really saved me. Sorry if I was a bother. –Y/N