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How to Deal with Park Chanyeol

Summary: In which Kyungsoo makes a list of all the different methods he tries to deal with Park Chanyeol.

Note: So, I love exosexo, right. (She’s my literal favorite, one of the reasons I plucked the courage to make this blog) and she uploaded a “How to Deal with Park Chanyeol Trailer” yesterday and I felt inspired to write something based of it. I hope you will all enjoy!

Credit:  exosexo
Video: How to Deal with Park Chanyeol Trailer

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images/videos used. 

Main Masterlist - EXO Masterlist

Originally posted by drugnamedexo

1. Ignore him

Kyungsoo closed his eyes tightly shut as his head rests in the crook of his own arm that lay against the table. With each call of his name, his teeth sunk deeper into his lower lip, he had to stop himself with the metallic taste of his own blood flooded into his tongue. It was days like this that he literally considered killing Park Chanyeol.

“I’m going to stop bugging until you respond to me~”

Kyungsoo could practically hear the smirk Chanyeol was wearing from the words he spoke. It was so unbelievable he could just punch him… though he promised Junmyeon he wouldn’t fight, and that’d he’d try with everything in him to just get along with-

“Kyungsoo- ah~”  

“What?” Kyungsoo jumped up, his voice uncontrollably snappy as his fist banged against the table in annoyance. His large, fiery eyes landed on Chanyeol’s smug face as he said, “Hi.”

Then, Chanyeol stood up and left, laughing as he went.

You cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by ignoring him

2. Kill him

If Kyungsoo wanted to murder Chanyeol, he could probably do it. An accidental slip of a knife to the heart while he’s cooking, or incidentally leaning on something that could fall and crush Chanyeol to pieces - no, actually that would never work, his ego was too big for anything to crush it.

Kyungsoo watched Chanyeol in the corner of his eye, observing the way Chanyeol was smirking to a reflection of himself in the mirror as he ran his long fingers through his freshly cut brown hair. In a certain light, he almost looked attractive, that was until Kyungsoo realised he was slowly starting to lose his mind. Chanyeol’s always talking about how handsome he is, maybe Kyungsoo has heard it so many times he’s starting to believe it.

The thought made him want to kill the idiot even more.

Though even though it was idealistic, it wasn’t practical - and spending God knows how many years in prison was not worth it for the sake of Chanyeol.

You cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by killing him.

3. Tell him to “fuck off”

A photo shoot should be easy. Compared to dance routines and performing live, it should maintain a low stress level for any normal idol group. But of course, EXO isn’t a normal idol group, especially when it includes Park Chanyeol.

Every time the idiot insists on opening his stupid mouth, the words that escape are either bigging up himself or stomping someone else down and Kyungsoo is sick of it.

He’d distanced himself from the others, seeking a moment of peace and quiet outside the studio to let himself take a second to breath, that was until Chanyeol’s voice tore his final nerve.

“What are you doing out here, it’s cold -”

“Chanyeol, fuck off!”

Kyungsoo looked back at the other male, who had a big, kicked- puppy expression on his face. The expression passed as soon as it appeared though, and his smirk was soon riding back on his lips.

“Fuck off? Right now? Are you sure, there’s a lot of people around, Soo, I wouldn’t want us to get caught. Nice to know you think of me like that though -  and that you’re into doing it in public, I’ll consider that in mind for future reference.”

Kyungsoo wished he’d have used his last option by killing him.

Because you cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by telling him to fuck off.

4. Kick him

The fourth attempt of dealing with Park Chanyeol is kicking him. Though even that was also proven completely ineffective.

“Didn’t the photo shoot pictures come out great? I knew I looked amazing, Kyungsoo- ah even said he wanted to fu-”

Kyungsoo struck his foot under the table and slammed his foot into Chanyeol’s leg.

“Ah~ you want to play a romantic game of footsie under the table now? You’re so cute~ See, I have an admirer everyone.”

As Kyungsoo seethed in anger, he realised that:

You cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by kicking him.

5. Ask Baekhyun for help

Kyungsoo thought it would be a good idea to take his frustrations to his trusted friend Baekhyun. The two sat in Baekhyun’s room, the two of them venting about how irrational and annoying their band mate was.

“He said, ‘be grateful I gave you the cup’” Baekhyun ended his story about the time Chanyeol had told him to get himself a nonexistent cup of tea.

“I will kill him for free!” Kyungsoo raged in response, throwing a pillow from the sofa beside him onto the floor, some sadistic thought in his mind imagining it was Chanyeol’s head.

“Worst comes to worse you could break his heart, since you’re apparently so infatuated with him. You know, he talks about you a lot these days.” Baekhyun mentioned, as if he was slowly trying to break something to Kyungsoo.

“Yah! Be thankful he’s not talking about himself for once.” Kyungsoo spat as Baekhyun smirked - somehow it was worse than Chanyeol’s, or maybe it was the words that went with it;

“Maybe he’s starting to like you as much as he likes himself, Soo.”

And that’s how Baekhyun became number 2 on Kyungsoo’s hit list.

You cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by asking Byun Baekhyun for help.

6. Never ask Baekhyun for help

Kyungsoo decided to repeat this fact twice on his list, because seeing the smirks Baekhyun now gives him from across the room painfully reminds him that he needs to get better friends.

You can DEFINATELY not deal with Park Chanyeol by asking Byun Baekhyun for help.

7. Stay with him

It wasn’t until this pivotal moment that Kyungsoo eradicated the idea of killing Chanyeol. It seemed that despite his self-loving exterior, there is a human and emotions in him somewhere, something Kyungsoo found out while it was just the two of them in the dorm when everyone else went out.

“Kyungsoo, I thought you and the others all went out.”

Chanyeol looked startled, like a deer in headlights, and it was the first time that Kyungsoo had seen him in such a tearful state. Kyungsoo never did find out what Chanyeol was upset about, but he did learn that to shit with Chanyeol’s head in the crook of his neck as he seeks support in someone with such a vulnerable state is more satisfying than it should be.

You can start to deal with Park Chanyeol by staying with him.

8. Talk to him

After that day Kyungsoo had found Chanyeol crying, it seemed as though Chanyeol was more of a person than Kyungsoo had ever imagined than a demon from hell who purely existed to torture him on a daily basis.

Even though the other members teased them, befriending Chanyeol seemed much easier than Kyungsoo had ever found it. By talking - even about the most insignificant things at 3am, you find that Chanyeol isn’t always cocky, it’s always obnoxious - in fact, he may even be a little insecure, under the thick layers of false senses of confidence.

“Do you want some help cooking Kyungsoo?” Chanyeol asked from the counter he just sat himself down on.

“No, stay out the way, you’re practically a walking hazard.” Kyungsoo reminded him as he moved the pan onto the hob.

“Alright, I’ll just admire you from afar, then.”

You can deal with Park Chanyeol slightly more by talking to him.

9. Understand him

Kyungsoo found himself lay on his back in Chanyeol’s bed beside him, both of them looking up at the ceiling at they talked. They’d been like this for hours, palm to palm and talking as if there was no limit on time. Talking to Chanyeol means you can understand him, and understanding him leads to so much more.

“Do you think I’m a pain in the ass too?” Chanyeol asked, smiling, as if he already knew the answer Kyungsoo would give him.

“Yes, more than anyone else I’ve ever met.”

“Oh Kyungsoo-ah, you won’t know pain in the ass until I give it to you.”

Kyungsoo turned his head to see Chanyeol grinning at the ceiling, his cheeks flushing red like a teenager confessing their crush. Chanyeol flicked his head to look at Kyungsoo too.

They stayed looking at each other for a long moment, and it wasn’t until Kyungsoo’s lips were sealed with Chanyeol’s that he realised;

You can deal with Park Chanyeol by understanding him.

10. Love him

Despite knowing smirks and teasing comments, it’s the perfect life dealing with Park Chanyeol. Kyungsoo is happier than ever before as he writes his final stage for dealing with Park Chanyeol, putting his list to a final close.

You can happily deal with Park Chanyeol by loving him.

Morning Birds
Prompt~ How about Jasons s/o stays over night at the Wayne manor and their cuddling but the boys went to wake Jason up and they see the reader and the first thing they think of is are they wearing clothes? After they see that they are BLACKMAIL TIME!! 😂

Jason’s eyes fluttered open, the sun shining through and snowflakes melting out the window.

He felt you move around, his arm was asleep but he didn’t mind you looked so comfortable he just couldn’t pull his arm away. He placed a few kisses on your shoulder smirking at the sight of a smile on your face.

“I know you’re awake doll.” His morning voice sent small shivers down your spine.

“I don’t want to get up.” You said, your eyes still shut closed. “Let’s just stay here for a few more minutes.” You moved Jason’s arm from underneath you, he snuggled into your neck, his body covering yours comfortably.

“Where are they?” Tim groaned as he made his way down the staircase.

“Still sleeping.” Dick replied playing with the loose string of the tablecloth.

“Let’s wake them from their slumber.” Damian proposed, “I’m tired of waiting for them.”

The door creaked slightly open, the three boys peered in only for them to shut the door immediately .

“Are they even wearing clothes?” Dick gasped.

“All in favor of sending Drake to check?” Damian and Dick raised their hands much to Tim’s dismay. Tim opened the door slowly entering as quietly as he could. He walked around to your side of the bed spotting that in fact you both weren’t nude. Tim raised his thumb up signaling for the boys to come in.

“Hey, you know this would be good blackmail.” Tim whispered to Dick.

“Good idea.” Dick grinned as he pulled out his phone and began to snap photos. The boys all giggling at yours and Jason’s snores.

“Okay now, Damian go get a bucket of cold water.”

Some days your body is a cage, bars against your skin, leaves marks in your flesh that you wish weren’t there. They say your body is a temple, your body is a shrine but the offerings you find lend no strength to your soul. There’s smoke in your eyes and ash in your mouth and you’re phasing in, spilling out, trying to pull away from everything you aren’t. So close your eyes, shut them tight, let the light fade, watch the stars blink awake. Sometimes we need a little darkness to see the brightest things.
—  Bottled thoughts from another lifetime #101
Breathe ~ An Avenger’s Story  (3/15)

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

AU Summary: The Avengers try to convince Y/N to stay and join earth’s mightiest heroes, without knowing the specifics of her abilities

Notes: yes i update fast for the first 10 (??) chapters. there might be one more coming in less than 12 hours tbh

 Part 2 | Part 3| Part 4


“Are you Lady Y/N?” he asked as soon as he was sure no one else was out to get her. For now, at least.

“I am.” she nodded.

“Then we better hurry.”

“W-wait. I am not going to SHIE—”

But it was too late to turn back since Thor suddenly pulled her close and used his hammer to fly out into the sky.

Her eyes were closed shut the whole time but then when she felt her feet touch the floor, she quickly pulled away from Thor’s tight grasp on her waist. But when she was walking backwards, her back bumped into something firm. Slowly, Y/N turned around and was standing in front of Steve.

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3 am

request: can you do a best friend!Newt/best friend!y/n where they both love magical creatures and are taking care of some injured creatures and discussing newt’s guide he’s writing and the reader giving him some ideas to put in it ?

Pairing:Best!friend Y/N/Best!friend Newt           

Originally posted by wandamaixmoff


a/n: sorry for not posting lately. I’ll be posting throughout holiday break, i’ve just been busy lately with assignments and work.


You had just settled into bed, the comforters curling up around your cold form.

Your limbs hurt, your eyes were almost closed shut because you were so exhausted from the events previous in the day.

Newt had found some injured swooping evils while in New York, and as his best friend it was your duty to help him.

It was difficult to help them, they kept nipping at your fingers and hissing at you. But once they knew that you were trying to help, they trusted you gingerly and allowed you to bandage them up.

Newt had made a small space in his suitcase, and rested them in there until they could go back out into the world again.

Newt had been trying to write a new entry for his book about magical creatures, but had been stuck on the new page he made today.

You had coaxed him to sleep, for it was past 3 am and you were tired too.

And although you were tiring, your eyes hanging from the lack of sleep, Newt was still awake.

“Newt go to sleep..” you whispered.

“I can’t Y/N…I keep thinking about what they’re called.”

You had been playing a joke on Newt, he couldn’t remember that they were called swooping evils, and you thought it’d be fun to see how long it took him.

But by now you were ready to give up. You turn you head on the pillow and looked at Newt, staring at the ceiling in thought.

“Just go sleep. You’ll probably remember in the morning.”

Newt groaned, “You know I can’t Y/N. I have to think of it tonight.”

You sighed, “Newt. It’s three in the morning. It’s not even night anymore.”

“But I have to think of wh-”

“Swooping evil” You whispered, closing your eyes, ready for the bang..


“swooping evil” You said a little louder, but muffled your face in the pillow.

You could hear his face light up in his voice, “Y/N you’re a genius!”

Newt sprung out of bed, his coat still on.

You rolled your eyes at your silly best friends, and finally tried to get some decent sleep.

It’s the crying that wakes him.

Crying is not a concept foreign to FN-2187: his training has streamlined his mind into two neat lines deemed as being Productive and Unproductive. Logic and loyalty and righteous anger at those against the First Order are considered to be Helpful and Necessary, while misery, and guilt, and empathy are cut out with clean scalpels and the burning sharpness of a laser drill.

Crying, it turns out, is startlingly difficult to remove.

FN-2187 is still a cadet, though his station officer has listed his attributes on his public file, and he’s held a Stormtrooper helmet in his hands and stood at attention when Captain Phasma inspected his platoon. And at night, in the bunks he shares with twenty other cadets with matching haircuts and identical uniforms, he learns how to recognise the hitching sounds of someone burying their face in a pillow, or what it feels like when the person sleeping above him shakes with sobs.

He also learns how to close his eyes, and shut his mouth.

This crying, however, is loud.

It’s not so much crying as it is screaming, the same words over and over in some foreign tongue, and with it comes a heat that tickles and scratches his skin beneath his clothes. When he rubs his fingers together, eyes screwed shut, it feels like sharpened dirt, and tastes of dust.

It’s a girl, he thinks, resisting the urge to roll over, and he doesn’t recognise the voice. It’s too young, too pitched, and it echoes in a way that’s unfamiliar to the dorms; expanding outwards and outwards, uninhibited by corridors and the cold vacuum of space.

It feels like burning, and rubs his mind raw.

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TianShan: Comfort

Based on the latest chapter and what I need to happen.


Guan Shan’s hand shot out of its own accord, his fingers wrapping around He Tian’s wrist. The taller boy halted in surprise, turning.

Guan Shan forced back his ears before turning to face He Tian fully.

Still, he couldn’t quite meet He Tian’s probing eyes.

“Thank you.”

“Aw, are you being sentimental?”

“Shut up,” Guan Shan snapped, his cheeks heating up, “I’m serious.”

He Tian softened, his lips flickering up.

“So am I.”

Before Guan Shan realized what was happening, He Tian twisted the hand Guan Shan was still holding and pulled him closer. Their bodies collided and He Tian wrapped an arm around his middle.

Guan Shan’s breath caught in his throat.


His hands found He Tian’s chest as panic rose in him, ready to push him away.

“Relax, I’m not going to attack you,” He Tian said calmly.

Guan Shan closed his eyes shut, disbelieving.

A moment passed.

Then another.

Still, He Tian didn’t move. He didn’t try to take advantage of him, or hit him, or anything like that.

He just held Guan Shan.

Slowly Guan Shan’s fingers curled into He Tian’s shirt–not to push him away, but to hold him there.

Tears prickled in his eyes again and he allowed his head to drop against He Tian’s shoulder as all of the stress from the last few days washed over him.

He could practically feel He Tian’s smile when he spoke.

“That’s better.”

It was teasing, but kind. Guan Shan couldn’t help himself but linger in that embrace, and He Tian seemed content on remaining like that as long as Guan Shan wanted.

Slowly his body relaxed, his guard falling, and when He Tian’s arms tightened around him, Guan Shan let them, drawing comfort in the other boy after their week of turmoil.


Imagine catching Sam staring

You sighed, your head falling backwards to rest on the back of the couch, your eyes closing firmly shut as the curls in your hair brushed against your neck.

The blanket you’d pulled over yourself hung loosely around the bare skin your dressed left revealed, the heels you’d kicked off now lay at your feet. You hadn’t bothered to get changed, you didn’t see the point. Your mission for the night had been simple. Dress nice, head to the nearest bar and find yourself a guy that could take away any left over tension you had from the case that day. It was your normal routine after a partially hard day but this time it hadn’t worked. The bar had been practically empty, no men had caught your eye and you’d left empty handed.

You’d been sitting there a while before you suddenly felt the prickly heat rise on your skin, your body becoming heavy under someone else’s gaze. You opened your eyes instantly, slightly relaxing when you realised the younger Winchester was in the room.

He was watching you, his eyes glued. A small smirk played on his lips as he eyes roamed every inch of your body, taking the sight in. You couldn’t help but laugh causing him to snap out of it and clear his throat in embarrassment.

“See something you like?” You don’t know why the words had come from your lips, but there was something about the way he was looking at you that gave you some new found confidence.

“Definitely.” He was strong as he stood up straighter, his shoulders looking more broader now.

The moments that followed were silent, neither of you saying a word but both your bodied screamed for each other.

Then something clicked.

Sam was the first to make a move, his long legs bringing him next to you with three strides. You opened your arms, reaching out to him in a silent invitation, giving him the permission you knew he wanted.

And then he was on top of you, his weight pinning your back flat against the couch, a moan escaping your mouth as his lips attacked yours.

Maybe tonight hadn’t been a total fail after all.

Dominantly Gentle (Part 2)

Originally posted by 5trvngxr4u

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Warnings: smut, abo dynamics, fluff

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We barely made it to my room, groping and feeling each other up in the dark of the night. I was unable to keep my hands to myself as if she was the drug and I was addicted. Your omega, my mind was screaming at me, make her yours.

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(christmas drabbles ‘16)

Out of all the days, Yoongi had been busy this time of the year. Now, you’re always understanding of what he has to do, being booked throughout almost all year long but it’s just… it feels like something’s missing when you wake up and he’s not… here to enjoy the spirit of Christmas with you.

Which is why when there’s a letter poking your arm when you roll around in bed, you whine and nudge it away. With eyes still closed shut, you clear your throat and sigh in the silence that wraps around you with loneliness chilling your bones. The sudden ringing of your ringtone, in familiar melodies keyed into your ears gets you to shift but not quite until you realize what kind of call it is that - oh look, now you’re on the floor, with your phone in possession (and a bruised butt).


You hear his laughter, then his words: “Hold the camera up, will you? I can’t see you properly like this,”

Pushing your hair away as you lie on the floor, back pressed to the wooden surface, you extend your arms out with your phone hovering over your face with sleepy eyes. You can hear him chuckling this time, and when your eyes open you see - “Wow, how come you never look like that when you’re at home?”

He scoffs, “This?” He flicks his Santa hat and his red onesie that definitely makes him look like Santa Claus if he had a beard and a belly out of nowhere. “They made me wear it, okay? I wouldn’t have if I had the choice,”

“Mm, okay Mr. Claus”-”hey!”-”What is it?”

“I’m guessing you didn’t even see the note I left before my flight, huh?”

There’s a moment of clarity and Yoongi watches as you process what he had just said. He can’t help the wide grin spreading across his face when you scramble over on the bed to grab the note and upon reading it, he laughs when you dart around the room with a yelp from almost falling but not quite when you reach the drawer. Upon yanking it open, he yells you’re going to break my drawer! but finds he doesn’t really care when he gets to see such a big smile on your face, lit up brighter than any Christmas tree, any star, any Sun.

His Sun.

“You suck so much right now,” You sniff, pulling out a neatly folded sweater, your initials sown on the top with a big heart at the back, replicating the old and new ‘ugly sweater’. Except nothing about this is ugly - only making your heart swell more.

“I love you too,” He whispers, and you catch that in the look in his eyes when you look at the camera. He sees it too, in your eyes.

((”by the way, i know your mom made this,”

“shh y/n… it’s the thought that counts.”))

@ anyone needing help falling asleep

Close your eyes shut your mouth, dream a dream and get us out. Dream dream dream dream dream dream. Hit the hay fast asleep, dream a dream you little bleep. Dream dream dream dream dream dream. Just relax lay about or my fist will put you out. Dream dream dream dream dream dream. Take your time but beware there’s darkness in the air. Dream dream dream dream dream dream. Don’t despair, step right up. Need some water? Here’s a cup! Dream dream dream dream dream dream.

  • Taehyung: Hey, can I try something on you?
  • Jeongguk: ...sure?
  • Taehyung: Okay- take the month you were born in and convert it into a number
  • Jeongguk: Okay
  • Taehyung: Add 40, then subtract the two last numbers of the year
  • Jeongguk: Yeah
  • Taehyung: Multiply it by two and subtract three
  • Jeongguk: Done
  • Taehyung: Now close your eyes
  • Jeongguk: [shut eye] mmhmm?
  • Taehyung: It's dark, isn't it?
  • Jeongguk:

New Hunter

Imagine learning that Sam and Dean were hunters and wanting to become one yourself. Dean tries to teach you, but he’s worried about you getting hurt. Feeling bad about it, Sam takes you on your first hunt but things go horribly wrong and Dean has to think quick.

  • Dean x Reader | Sam | Castiel (mentioned)
  • 1228 Words
  • Warnings: Judge it by the gifs.

Nothing could have prepared you for this. This was an absolute nightmare. To see Sam, hands bound behind his back, that gnarly gash on his forehead, it was traumatizing enough without the memory of your own beating.

You felt your eye start to close itself shut and you were sure that you had a loose tooth wiggling around, though it was honestly hard to tell through all the iron building up inside your mouth.

The door to the basement opened and you feared the worst. That woman, the blonde, she’d descend the stairs as slowly as possible, putting you and Sam on edge as she tried to think of what she could do next.

With no idea as to what the woman wanted, you and Sam had no choice but to sit back and take it. Sam tried countless times to have you freed, knowing his older brother would shoot him dead if he ever found out you were captured and tied up in a basement with no contact whatsoever.

When she appeared in the doorway, there was a triumphant smirk across her lips that sent a shiver down your spine. You felt the snot oozing out of your nose and the tears mixing in, not a great combination with the liquid iron in your mouth.

She grabbed something to her side and pulled a figure into the view. You and Sam gasped at the same time, realizing you knew this figure to be Dean. His hands were bound in the same chains that bound yours and Sam’s, his hair was a mess and his nose was pouring blood.

Your heart was racing against your chest, making it more difficult to breath, to keep still. The tears you nearly had under control were now trickling down your cheeks again. Dean was your last hope until now.

Dean was on the second step when the woman winked at you and shoved the man down the last ten steps. There were a lot of cracks and groans and maybe even a cry as Dean hit the concrete below with another sickening crunch.

“Dean!” You cried out, not able to stop yourself or the thrashing that came out of you next.

Dean looked up with his eye now forming a black ring around it. He winked with his good eye, a small hint of a smirk playing on his lips that told you he had a plan, but you weren’t so sure. How could he have a plan like this? He wasn’t supposed to know where you or Sam were.

“Ahhh. Is this the girlfriend?” The woman’s voice was high-pitched and very annoying. Every time she opened her mouth you expected a mirror to break.

When no one answered, she finished walking down the stairs and picked Dean up by his ear. You had to turn away in case anything started tearing.

“Listen,” she tossed Dean in the chair between you and Sam and chained his feet to the ground. The chains looked too tight for Dean’s ankles and his eye looked like it might start closing on its own any second. “I don’t actually like doing any of this, but now that I have all three of you here, I might as well get to the point.”

Her blonde hair was tucked so neatly into a bun, you wondered how she was able to think. Her face reminded you of a wicked witch and her outfit, well that was too much like an office woman and not a human who beats up people.

You sneak a glance at Dean. He’s looking right at you, his lips parted so he could breath and his hands before him in his lap were opening and closing, like he might be trying to get the feeling back. It hurt, knowing this was all your fault.

“Get to it then.” Sam growled from his chair. You could barely see him, his chair sitting just a few inches in front of Dean’s. His jaw was clenched and his eye was twitching from his nerves. He was ready to taste blood.

The woman cackled, proving your wicked witch theory further, and she shook her head. “You Winchesters crack me up, you know?” She stepped in front of Sam. “Always ready for a fight. But I don’t know who this one is.” She straightened up and looked over at you. “She’s obviously new to the hunting scene, am I right? She hardly knew how to defend herself.”

“Leave her out of this.” Dean hissed, bringing her attention on him. She laughed again, this time sounding like a broken cat.

“She is the girlfriend.” She smirked. “Or secret lover? Either way, it’s a shame you won’t make it together.”

This was the dark place Dean told you about. This was why he never wanted you to hunt. He always told you there were terrors in this world that you could never understand. It wasn’t the werewolves, the demons, the ghosts. He was talking about everyday normal humans with the equipment to ruin your life and a hell of a lot of time on their hands.

This was that dark place Dean dreaded. Give him a vampire any time—as long as it was a supernatural creature with the ability to heal itself.

You wanted nothing more than to go back two days and tell Sam this was all a bad idea. He was only trying to help, wanting to take you on a small hunting trip so you would know what to do. Dean was slow about training you, slow about bringing you on the field with him, but Sam wasn’t and that was the problem.

The other problem was that Dean found out and followed you two, getting himself caught in the process. He was the one, the only, that could potentially save the two of you before anything really bad happened. Not anymore.

“I’m going to give you three some time alone.” She smiled calmly then, a scary sort of calm that made your insides crawl. She turned on her heel and ascended the stairs, slamming the metal door shut behind her.


None of you spoke for several minutes. You were afraid she was listening in, though that was crazy since this room was built to be soundproof.

The only sounds you could hear was their breathing and somewhere behind you there was water hitting the floor, telling you there was some kind of leak.

Finally, Dean broke the silence. “How could you.”

His words were directed at Sam, who was clearly trying to think of a way to get out of it. You could almost hear his brain working away two chairs over. “Dude, she was ready.”

“She’s not ready!” Dean snapped, turning his head to look at you. “Baby, look at me.”

You didn’t. You couldn’t.

Dean sighed. “Castiel told me. He should be upstairs right now, taking them out. I was a distraction in case they knew how to ward the place but they’re just people.”

“We were careless.” Sam admitted.

You raise your head and look over at the younger Winchester. “Had our backs turned when we were caught.” He dropped his head.

The door flung open once more, catching you off guard. You gasped, peering up in the doorway, scared of what you might see until you saw the glow.


Imagine Glenn holding your hand as you die.

“Just hold my hand, please.”

“No. I’m not going to hold your hand.”

“Don’t disappoint a dying girl.”

“You’re not dying, I’m going to save you.”

He lifted your shirt, blood gushed from were the walker bite you.

“Glenn, please hold my hand.”

He stared down at the bite that was beyond repair, his eyes shut closed. There was no coming back from this.

Glenn felt a hand on his shoulder, it was Rick. Kneeled down with tears in his eyes.

“Hold her hand, Glenn. She needs you.”

He knew Rick was right, but the pain was killing him. Rick stood up, moved back toward the rest of the group, soft cries blanketed over the air.

Glenn moved closer to your face, his hand engulfed yours.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“You don’t have to say that.” Your trembled lips smirked.

“I do. I love you. I’ve always loved you and always will.”

Your heart filled at the very moment, tears fell down your cheek. That was all you ever wanted to hear.

“I love you, Glenn. W-We were meant to be.”

His eyes filled with tears as he reached down to kiss you on your dried lips.

“We are. And in the next lifetime, it’s me and you. Marriage, the house and kids. Four kids and a dog. That sound good?”

You chuckled through the pain, feeling yourself slipping away.

“It’s perfect. I-I can’t wait.”

Glenn watched as your breaths slowed and your eyes stilled. Glenn watched you drifted away from the world and he sobbed. Sobbed against your blood stained shirt and promised that the next lifetime would be better.