Watch Me Babygirl [pt.4]

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Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language

Jungkook was one of the only things on your mind for days. He’d kissed you… and then run off. At the end of the game he’d simply smirked at you, sending a wink your way before slinging an arm around Jimin and laughing as Jimin gloated about their victory.

You sighed, pushing your books into your locker. It was Friday and all you wanted to do was call Taehyung and have him bring snacks over to your house for a movie night.

You pushed your locker closed and jumped back at the figure that had been standing behind the door, blocked from your view.

“What the hell! Jungkook you can’t do shit like that,” you said, placing a hand over your heart as you looked at him.

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Daddy Drabbles #8

- Bucky gets first aid after a mission - Based off this

Bucky sighs a heavy sigh of relief when he sees his house approaching from the car window. He turns to Steve who is writing notes in his notebook as a post-mission ritual. He had ridden home with Bucky as a promise to you, to bring your husband back in one piece. The car stops in front of the house and they both thank the driver. With heavy tired steps they open the creaking gate to your house, the early morning sun beating down on their exhausted bodies as they walk to the door. Before they can reach the door you’re barrelling down the path straight into Bucky’s arms without a word. He catches you in his strong arms a soft groan involuntarily escaping his lips. “My ribs” he wheezes out. You instantly pull away as if you’d been burnt.

“Sorry, sorry” you pull away, in the eagerness to see your husband you had forgotten the potential for injuries. Bucky smiles through the pain as you survey him. “How bad?” it was almost ritualistic for you to ask after every mission.

“Three cracked ribs, stitches on my neck and thigh and a slight concussion, not to mention cuts and bruises just about everywhere” Bucky lists off his injuries and the worry clouds your face. “I’ll be right as rain tomorrow” Bucky says as he pulls you back to him with a cocky smile wanting to hold you in his arms. You often forgot your husband and his best friend had advanced healing and your worry was frivolous in most cases.

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We were supposed to celebrate

A/N: I wrote two fics for Dean’s birthday so it only felt right to write two for Sammy too. This fic just sorta had a mind of it’s own & escalated.

Sam x Daughter!Reader  Dean x Niece!Reader  Jody x Reader

“Hey Y/N.” Jody said from the kitchen where she was finishing up dinner, “Y/N, sweetheart. Come here.” The sound of your feet stampeding through the house caused a smile of break out on Jody’s face, she loved having you there. Now that Claire and Alex were out of the house she couldn’t help but feel lonely and having you in the house erased that pain.

“Yeah Auntie Jody?” You asked while wrapping your arms around her hip.

Jody wiped her hands on the towel before turning her attention to you, “I got a message from your dad, him and your uncle should be here really soon.” She told you while running her hands through your hair.

“Oh.” You replied in a quiet voice.

“This is a good thing Y/N/N, means you can celebrate your dad’s birthday with him like we planned.” Jody told you.

You shook your head, “No. Dad’s a meanie, I don’t wanna celebrate his birfday anymore.”

“Aw sweetie,” Jody said as she knelt down to your level, “Why don’t you wanna celebrate his birthday anymore? We made a cake and everything, we can make him a new one; and what about the big birthday banner you made him?” You pouted your lip as you once again shook your head. “What’s wrong? You were so excited to celebrate it with him.”

“He didn’t come back.” You responded in a sad voice, “He said he was gonna be here but he wasn’t. He’s never back when he says he will be but this time was special.”

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Way Better than Bumble (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Hi loves! Another Unbeta’d fluffy request fill for anon who wanted “request about reader is Garcia’s close friend and she sees the team out for drinks or something and she goes up to Garcia’s and gets introduced to the team & hits it off with Reid.” Hope you enjoy it! xx 

You tousled with your hair one last time before you grabbed your keys, thinking that it was as good as it was going to get (a conclusion you had to make each time you got ready to go out, if you were being honest). Half of you was excited at the prospect of meeting this guy from Bumble, but another half hated this. You and Michael had hit it off well enough on the app, he was good at keeping up conversation without being pushy or getting weird, but there was an awkwardness that you couldn’t shake. You didn’t even tell you best friend Penelope about the date, afraid to look desperate - or that Pen would try and set you up herself.

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Hamilton GC (Part Two)


Pairing: Ham Characters X Reader

AU: texting

Warnings: swearing, inappropriate jokes (i need jesus)

{usernames to clarify for all of you}

Y/N: MommyY/N

Alexander Hamilton: DaddyHam

John Laurens: LaurensLovesTurtles

Hercules Mulligan: HorseFucker

Lafayette: FrenchHoe

Eliza: ElizabethSchuyler

Angelica: Angel-ica

Peggy: WifeMaterial

Maria: MariaReynolds

Burr: AaronBurr

George Frederick: KingGeorge

MommyY/N: alex

MommyY/N: alex

MommyY/N: ALEX




MommyY/N: DUDE

MommyY/N: Daddy


MommyY/N: I’ll send nudes

DaddyHam: wait are u serious

LaurensLovesTurtles: i came when i heard nudes

DaddyHam: laurens you’re gay af smh

DaddyHam: don’t pretend

HorseFucker: did someone say nudes

FrenchHoe: ^^^

MommyY/N: yes

HorseFucker: are u really gonna send them?

MommyY/N: no

DaddyHam: fuck u

DaddyHam: better yet,,, fuck me

MommyY/N: im good

MommyY/N: ive found caterpillars longer than your dick

DaddyHam: :(

ElizabethSchuyler: you srsly made another one?

AaronBurr: why

KingGeorge: i hate literally everybody in this chat wtf

MommyY/N: smh boi u have no reason to hate my ass

KingGeorge: what ass?


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Originally posted by haidaspicciare

DaddyHam: bITCH



MommyY/N: bitch how u know

DaddyHam: smh u underestimate my detection skills

HorseFucker: do u really not see him stare at your ass 24/7?

WifeMaterial: ^^^

Angel-ica: it happens a lot ^^

ElizabethSchuyler: ^or he just looks at pictures

MommyY/N: how the hell did u get pictures

DaddyHam: doesn’t matter

MommyY/N: hey alex

DaddyHam: yes babygirl

MommyY/N: smh what a skank 

MommyY/N: i think your dick is actually bigger than george’s

KingGeorge: dude im 12 inches tf?

MommyY/N: aw

MommyY/N: look at george

MommyY/N: reachin for the limit

DaddyHam: but is he 12 inches?

MommyY/N: nah

MommyY/N: more like 2

DaddyHam: bOI

DaddyHam: im 9 inches ;)


DaddyHam: :(

HorseFucker: wait Y/N how would u know

MommyY/N: ……

DaddyHam: …….

MommyY/N: GTG

                           MommyY/N left the conversation


                        DaddyHam left the conversation

HorseFucker: wtf

LaurensLovesTurtles: MY VIRGIN EYES


FrenchHoe: boy u aren’t a virgin

MariaReynolds: ^^

AaronBurr: def not ^^

HorseFucker: wait

HorseFucker: burr

HorseFucker: what did you do

AaronBurr: ??

HorseFucker: did u fuck laurens?

                          AaronBurr left the conversation

FrenchHoe: yes?

                         LaurensLovesTurtles left the conversations

KingGeorge: why is everyone leaving


HorseFucker: BOI U LATE AF

HorseFucker: and what the fuck do u care

KingGeorge: she’s my ex-girlfriend


KingGeorge: nah


                        HorseFucker added DaddyHam to the conversation



KingGeorge: i am not gay

DaddyHam: smh sure


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KingGeorge: fuck i hate you

DaddyHam: same :)

                          KingGeorge left the conversation

                        DaddyHam left the conversation

Angel-ica: that was interesting

WifeMaterial: mhm

ElizabethSchuyler: semi-educational

MariaReynolds: when

ElizabethSchuyler: the dick talk

MariaReynolds: i learned more about dicks from my kindergarden teacher smh


WifeMaterial: ew no


                                Angel-ica, WifeMaterial, ElizabethSchuyler and MariaReynolds left the conversation


HorseFucker: MW TOO

FrenchHoe: lets gp MOR HIHG

HorseFucker: OAY

                          HorseFucker left the conversation

                          FrenchHoe left the conversation

A letter from Gladio, before your wedding.

Hey, babygirl.

First off, I’m sorry for telling you I never wanted to get married. This whole thing has been a blast. One big, crazy blast. Never been so happy to change my mind on anything. The look on your face when I asked you made it so worth it.

I want to try and make this letter as sincere as I can, because you deserve that. You deserve the world. But I can’t give you the world, so this will have to do for now.

The main reason for my opposition was because I didn’t think I’d get married. Did I want to? Sure. Did I think I’d have the opportunity to? Gods, no. I didn’t think I’d have the time to form a real relationship, never mind marriage, what with training and protecting Noct and all. It just didn’t seem possible.

But then in you came. Throwing yourself into my life and turning it into chaos. The good chaos, I mean. You made me realise that life isn’t all about duty, we all deserve to have a little fun too. Or in our case, a lot of fun. 

You’ve had to change a lot of your life, being with me. Crazy morning workout schedules and diet changes aside, there have been a lot of emotional challenges too. I know the ridiculous late nights are hard, I know having to watch me leave for weeks on end is hard. I get it. But you still stay with me after all that, and I love you so goddamn much because of it.

Everyone expects me to be this big, tough brute. I’m not meant to be weak, not in their eyes anyway. But you? You accept me for who I am, for what I am. You inspire me to be better, not force me. I’m so appreciative of that. I know I have a duty to fulfil, and I’m more than determined to fulfil it to the best that I can. A lot of that determination stems from you, and everything that you are.

You know what caught my eye when we met? It wasn’t your gorgeous face, though that is most definitely worth mentioning, you looked like a goddess to me the first time I saw you. Anyway, it was how you carried yourself. You looked like someone who could take on the world, and wasn’t going to let anything stop them. It really drew me to you.You may not have seen that in yourself, but I saw it. I still do.

I have to hurry and get ready now, but I’ll leave you with this: You have so much more of an impact on me than you realise, in all the best ways. I love it, I love you, and I love the fact that we’re doing this. I’ll see you in a few, baby. I promise to protect you with everything I have.

All my love,



Genre: Angst

Length: 4.2k words

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader/Jimin

Summary: You knew the relationship was falling apart, you just couldn’t accept it.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Yoongi whispered.

I looked at him in disbelief. The tears that were threatening to fall soon enough shamelessly came and for a second I thought I felt my heart actually break. Deep down, I wanted everything to be a joke, I wanted this to be some sort of sick prank. But looking at Yoongi’s face, I knew it was far from that.

“Why did you do it?” I asked looking down. He stayed quiet, not daring to look at me, and after what felt like hours he took a deep breath.

“I honestly don’t know Y/N,” he began “I wasn’t thinking at all.” I let out a sob.. Wasn’t thinking? What does he mean he wasn’t thinking? Is he meaning to tell me that I didn’t cross his mind not once?

“I-It was more than just sex with her Y/N, as much as she seems to be bitch to everyone she isn’t bad. I don’t know what to do. I already lost so much by doing this.” He added as he turned to look at me.

My heart shattered. The only thing worse than getting cheated on is, having the person who cheated on you not wanting to fix it. We were invincible. Since I was 15 I vowed to commit to him and overcome any obstacles that life threw at us. Every fight we had was resolved by the end of the day because we never went to sleep mad at each other. But now, years later I never thought anything would change. And to be honest.. I was too naive to think this would last forever. Yoongi always had eyes for me, he always thought about me before he made a decision. Looking into the eyes of the love of your life and not seeing a spark anymore is heartbreaking. To feel like I was not worth fighting for anymore made me feel worthless.

“I love you Y/N, I still want you around.” Yoongi said breaking me out of my thoughts. “Even if we’re not together you will always be mine.” he added. My body went numb, my mind went blank. I looked at him and smiled. “I’ll never leave Yoongi.”

The next couple weeks were gloomy. Even though Yoongi never stopped talking to me, every night always ended with an argument, which resulted in him blocking me and ignoring me until he felt like talking to me again. Meanwhile I was constantly surrounded by a dark cloud that didn’t leave. I barely got out bed. And when I did, I would find any reason to go back to my hole of self pity. I didn’t eat much anymore and only got a couple hours of sleep at night. Constant thoughts attacked my mind telling me I wasn’t good enough to keep him, that he was better off without me, that I needed him. And as crazy as it sounds, I wanted him back more than anything. I wanted to have another chance to show that I can be a better girlfriend to him, better than her. I never asked about her. I didn’t want to know anything about her. The one girl who managed to make him do this. And from what I heard she wasn’t with Yoongi because she liked him. Anyone can tell she was just using him, but he was too blind to see that. She had him wrapped around her little finger and still slept with any guy she wanted, while Yoongi pretended that he didn’t know. And that’s what killed me.

It was around 10:30pm when Yoongi called. I mentally cursed at myself for answering so quickly, “Hey,” I said. “Hey babygirl, just wanted to hear your voice.” I could feel my face turn red and softly smiled at his words. “I miss you.” I said. For the next two hours we were on the phone and for once I was happy.

“Are you free tomorrow?” I ask. As much as I wanted to give him space, I wanted to see him.

I hear him heavily sigh and I already knew what was coming. “I’m sorry Y/N, I want to see you as much as you do but-” he mumbled. My heart sank and a feeling of sadness came over me. “Yeah I get it, she means more to you than I ever did.” I replied. “Please don’t start Y/N we were talking just fine.” he said.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “News flash, I haven’t been fine since you chose her over me, you only knew her for a week.”

“STOP. Y/N goddammit don’t fucking start again.” He yelled out. I could hear his breathing increase and I knew him well enough to know he was pissed.

“Why are you doing this to me huh Yoongi? Was I that fucking horrible to you that you had to do this to me?” I cried. Again tears rolled down my face and I started sobbing.

“I’m not dealing with this tonight.” He said and hung up.

Fucking asshole. That’s what he’s good at, ignoring me and running away from his problems. I dialed his number again hoping he could pick up but soon realized he blocked my number. I began to panic knowing very well I wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight if he was ignoring me.

For the next hour I constantly called hoping he would unblock me but I had no luck. My sobbing increased and I began to feel suffocated in my apartment. I just wanted to run, I wanted to run until I couldn’t feel the pain anymore, I wanted to disappear. I knew I was pathetic doing this to myself. But I couldn’t help it, Min Yoongi destroyed me.

I couldn’t take being inside anymore and left my apartment to clear my head. It was almost midnight and although it wasn’t a good idea to be walking at this hour, I didn’t care. The night air made me shiver and I decided not to go very far considering it was cold. I walked to the gym right by my apartment and sat at the side of the building. I tried dialing Yoongi again, and sure enough he didn’t pick up. I put my phone back in my pocket and buried my face in my hands and cried. Why wasn’t I good enough for him anymore? Why am I still around for him begging him to come back when it’s not what he wants anymore? I was deeply in love with him to even think about moving on, and he knew that.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out this late crying.” A voice said, that made your head snap up.

My eyes met the face of a stranger, a very attractive stranger.

I quickly wiped my tears away and stood up backing away from him,  “Ahh I’m sorry” I replied flustered.

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” I smiled at him. “That’s good to hear, but what could you possibly be doing out here this late?” I asked sarcastically.

He motioned toward the gym “I work here, on my break.”

I looked at him confused. “Isn’t it too late to for a gym to be opened?” I replied. 

“It’s opened 24/7, I work the night shifts.” He said. I nodded at him and sat back down.

“Now if you don’t mind me asking, why were you crying?” He asked.

I bit my lip and tried to come up with some random excuse. “Umm it’s just tha-” I started to say.

“Boyfriend troubles?” He blurted.   

I chuckled, “Something like that.”

“Mind telling me about it?” He asked.

I looked away sighing. “Honestly.. I’m not ready to talk about it just yet, but long story short he cheated on me.. and somehow I can’t let him go.”

“By the looks of you crying it seems like he doesn’t want the same.” He said.

“It’s.. complicated.” I answered, “He chose her but he still wants me around.”

He looked at me, “I know I barely met you but you shouldn’t give him the satisfaction of still being there for him. You’re worth more than that.”

Tears began forming and I nodded. We both sat in silence for what felt like forever until he stood and offered his hand to help me up.

“I hate to leave you alone but I have to get back to work.” He sadly said.

“Right, sorry.” I mumbled and began to make my way home.

“Before you go, I didn’t get your name” He said

“Oh right, it’s Y/N.” I answered.

He smiled at me, “Y/N, the name suits you.”

I laughed, “Thanks?”

“I’m Jimin by the way”

It was around three days later when Yoongi texted you.

“I miss you Y/N, I’m sorry about everything.”

I stared at the text for the longest time and debated on replying or not. And about an hour later I gave in and replied. This was a cycle, he always apologized after ignoring me for days, knowing I would be waiting. Dammit why was I so weak when it came to him? It was like he had me under a spell and I couldn’t do anything about it.

“Can I come over right now?” another text read.

I answered a quick yes and made my way to the shower so I can look like I wasn’t miserable the past few weeks. About 30 minutes later he was at the door.

“Hey babygirl.” He said smiling.

I felt my cheeks getting hot “Hey Yoongi.” I said while leading him inside.

He took off his jacket and shoes and made himself comfortable.

I laughed to myself thinking back to memories when Yoongi would come over right after work tired and fall asleep on my bed. Or back to the first summer of us dating when he would be at my house and we would watch stupid reality TV shows, eating pizza, and enjoying each other’s company. Back when I was his everything, back when we were invincible. The older we got, the more I thought things were getting better. We were becoming more mature and we both knew what we wanted. A future together. I never expected months later for that to suddenly change.

I snapped back to reality when Yoongi cleared his throat. “Listen, I’m really sorry about-”

I stopped him, “No don’t worry about it, it was my fault.” I said quietly.

His face softened “No I shouldn’t have ignored you.”

“It’s fine..really.” I answered.

He forced a smile, “H-how have you been?” He asked.

“It doesn’t matter honestly-”

“It does matter Y/N, even if you don’t believe it, I care so much.” He stated.

I started biting my nails, it was a really bad habit of mine. But whenever I get nervous I don’t know what else to do.

“You’re nervous.” He said.

I looked up embarrassed “I-I’m sorry.”

He cupped my face in hands and looked me in the eyes, “It’s me Y/N, your Yoongi don’t be nervous around me.”

He crashed his lips into mine and before I could process what was happening, I realized I was kissing him back. He deepened the kiss and before I knew it I was reaching to take his shirt off.

He stopped me. “Do you want this as bad as I do?”

I nodded and continued kissing him and led him to my bedroom.

I woke up hours later to the sound of Yoongi’s phone ringing. I groaned and nudged him to wake up to answer the phone. To my surprise however, he declined it. I shot him a confused look, “Shouldn’t you answer her?”

He shook his head, “I just want to enjoy our time together right now.” I smiled and he wrapped me in his arms. As much as I hate the situation we’re in, being with him is the only thing that can make me happy.

“I want to try and end things with her.”

My head snapped up at his sudden words, “Do you really?” I asked.

“I don’t know what I’m doing Y/N, I want to make things right for us so bad.”

“Yoongi, you know what to do to fix this.” I said softly.

He stayed quiet for a long time. I didn’t care though, just the simple words he said made me see that maybe just maybe.. it was worth waiting around for him. The sleepless nights, endless crying, everything could finally stop.

“I’m going to see her soon and I promise that I will fight for us.”

“Forever and always right?” I said.

“Forever and always.”

The next couple of days were a breeze. I managed to catch up on sleep which I’ve been so badly. I went out with friends after canceling so many times when I was down. Yoongi and I were talking just like before. I was happy. I knew it was going to take some time for us to get back together and I was happy to wait as long as he fought for us. Although I was waiting for the message informing me that he finally left her, I didn’t want to seem like I was pressuring him.

I was laying on my couch catching up on shows I’ve missed while eating ice cream, when I got a text from Namjoon asking to hang out. I smiled at myself and instantly replied telling him yes. My heart dropped suddenly remembering how much I have been shutting him out ever since this happened. Namjoon worked in the music industry and was extremely busy but he always made time for his best friend. We grew up together and he was always the one person I went to when I needed someone. Namjoon always acted like an older brother to me, a very overprotective brother I must add. When I first started dating Yoongi you can bet he didn’t approve, but as time passed he eventually accepted him. I instantly felt a wave of guilt realizing I hadn’t even told him about what happened between Yoongi and I. He knew me well enough to know that there’s something wrong just by the look on my face. I debated with myself on calling him and telling him that something came up, but I knew that would only make it worse- I never canceled on Namjoon, no matter how busy I was. Even though I wanted to avoid talking about it, I knew I had to tell my best friend. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my phone buzz besides me.

“Let’s go to dinner then? Usual place :)” the text read. I laughed to myself knowing that no matter how more successful he got, he still loved our tradition of going out for a greasy slice of pizza and a beer. I sent a quick reply and dashed to the shower to start getting ready. “Goodness Y/N what are you going to tell Namjoon?” I thought to myself. I knew I couldn’t keep this from him, he would only blame himself saying he wasn’t there enough. I quickly put together an outfit and applied makeup to look a bit more alive. Thirty minutes later, I was finally ready and out the door to my car. Well…it’s now or never.

I got to our favorite pizza place and ordered food for the both of us. Namjoon was always late, even if it was something really important. Ever since we were kids he had a habit of showing up late. I didn’t mind though and took our food to an empty table. I occupied myself with my phone and it wasn’t until 15 minutes later that he finally got here. “Y/N I’m so glad to see you!” Namjoon happily says. My face lights up and I immediately give him the biggest hug. “I haven’t seen you in so long!” I say as we both sit down, “I know I’m so sorry I’ve been so busy.” He replies with a slight frown on his face. I shot him a look, “Don’t worry, I understand just don’t forget about your best friend.”

“Never will” He says while taking a bite of his food.  I smiled and started eating, “So how’s work been?” “Tiring, busy, you name it.. I don’t care much since I’m doing something I love.” He happily replied.

“I’m proud of you and I’m so glad to hear that.” I say while taking a sip of my soda.

For the next hour we talked about memories when we were younger and catching up with each other. I completely forgot about what has been going on with me since I was so happy being with my best friend. That is, until the dreaded question came.

“So how are things going with Yoongi?” He curiously asked. My face instantly dropped and I frowned. “F-Fine, we are doing fine.” I quietly answered.

Namjoon raised his eyebrow at me and scanned my face long and hard, “You’re not telling me the truth.” He stated. I didn’t answer him and instead looked down and started biting my nails.

“You’re nervous Y/N what’s wrong?” At this point I felt the tears forming in my eyes and I felt like I was going to barf all the food I had just ate. I didn’t want to tell him, but at the same time I did. My heart was racing and my head felt like it was going to explode.

“Y/N what the hell happened?” He asked again. I sighed, “I just… we broke up but we’re trying to work things out.”

“Why did you guys break up?” He quickly asked.

“I don’t know.” I lied. I gulped hoping he would believe me but I knew there was no way he would. If I told him what Yoongi did, Namjoon would not let me anywhere close to him.

“Don’t lie to me Y/N.” I could tell he was losing patience.

“Namjoon-” I began.


“He cheated on me.” I murmured avoiding to meet his gaze.

Silence. For a while there was just silence. I refused to look up and say anything else. I was embarrassed, scared, I felt pathetic.

My head shot up when I heard Namjoon chuckle. I looked at him confused not knowing what to say, I met his eyes and boy was he pissed.

“You’re telling me that you’re willing to make things work with him again?” He rhetorically asked.

“I know you’re upset and I don’t blame you for it, but I’m willing to stay until he leaves her.” I mumbled.

His eyes widened and his face turned red, “LEAVES HER? You mean he left you for some girl? And you’re still around?” He started yelling.

Tears started falling down my face “Please don’t be upset.” I choked out.

He snorted, “Upset? Nope. I’m furious. It’s taking everything I have not to leave right now and kill that bastard.”


“No Y/N, I am not going to let you sit there and stick around until he decides to fucking value you. You deserve to find happiness and all he is doing is causing you pain.” I didn’t say anything and instead stayed quiet. He stood up and led me out the restaurant. “Let’s get you home.”

I nodded and followed him out, the cold air hit me as soon as we got out the door and I immediately regretted not bringing a sweater with me. I looked down on my phone and I saw missed calls from Yoongi. I bit my lip in confusion considering he never calls me. I decided I’d get back to him once I got home.

We made it to my car and I looked up at my best friend. Disappointment was written all over his face and I took a deep breath.

“Can we please talk tomorrow Y/N? I need to make sure you’re okay.”

“Of course. I’m sorry for ruining our night.”

He gave me a sympathetic look, “Stop, I haven’t been around much and I’m sorry for that. I promise I’ll be there more regardless of my job. I need to protect my best friend.”

I smiled at him, “Love you Joonie, get home safe?”

“Text me once you’re home alright?” He added while opening my car door.

“I will,” I said while giving him the biggest hug.

As soon as I stepped into my apartment I dialed Yoongi before doing anything else. To my surprise he didn’t answer and I frowned. I quickly sent him a text and got ready for bed. As I was just about to close my eyes, my phone rang. Groaning, I reached over and picked up without even checking who it was.

“Hello?” I groggily say.

“Y/N are you up?” The other person said and I instantly knew the voice.

“I was just about to fall asleep Yoongi, but what’s up?” I replied.

He sighed, “Can we talk?”

I frowned at the sound of his voice, “uh sure.”

“I’ll be at your place in 10 minutes.” And with that, he hung up.

Before I knew it there was knocking on the door and I immediately got up to open the door.

Yoongi looked tired, saddened, and just… different. He awkwardly walked in with his head down and I knew something was wrong. My stomach dropped, “What’s wrong Yoongi?” I whispered and reached out to hold his hand. He flinched and pulled back without looking up at me.

He let out a deep breath, “I’m sorry Y/N.”

And that’s when my world came crashing down again.

The sound of rain against my window helped distract me from my endless thoughts of pure emptiness. I continued to play with the food that I didn’t even bother to eat and sat in silence.

It had been weeks that I had a decent meal, much less smiled. I debated many times calling Namjoon, but I always fought against that thinking he was too busy. He checked in a couple times over text but I was good at feeding him lies on how I was okay. Although he was my best friend, I just didn’t want to burden him again.

The day Yoongi came, I knew he changed his mind about coming back to me. He still texted though, and I knew that I was hurting myself way more by still sticking around. Soon enough text messages came almost once a week and I could  tell he was distancing himself. What made things worse was that he flaunted his new relationship on social media, and that hurt more than anything. Yoongi was never one to brag about someone, unless the person meant a lot to him.

I was laying on my bed after coming home from a night with my friends and I was happy considering I haven’t felt this alive for about three months. I tried my best to shut the thought of him out of my head and I did what I thought was best… move on. I constantly told myself that nothing will bring me back to how I was when I was so low and needed to be strong. I was getting ready for bed and I checked my phone one last time before I decided to sleep.

And that was a big mistake. My heart dropped as I paused on a post Yoongi had uploaded of them together. I felt my throat close and tears well up in my eyes, fuck. Why the hell does this shit affect me so much? Before I knew it I was sobbing and all the feelings I was trying to avoid came rushing back. Without thinking I threw some shoes on and ran out my front door not caring how loud I slammed it. I was halfway down the street when I realized I forgot my phone and I sighed. I quickly figured I didn’t need it and continued walking. I eventually made it to the spot next to the gym I always came too and sat down breathing in the cool air. My mind began to wander and my thoughts were interrupted by a cough next to me. I shot my head up and met Jimin’s face. “Haven’t seen you in awhile.” He says. “Almost thought you got back with him.” He added. I looked away not responding, it’s almost pathetic how bad I wish that was what happened.

I heard him awkwardly sit next to me and from the corner of my eye I can see he was thinking on what to say next.  

“Please don’t feel sorry for me” I mumble while trying to blink the tears forming in my eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

“Honestly? No. I don’t. I want everything to be okay with us, I want things to be how they were back then. I want him to be happy with just me.” I admitted. “Do you know how stupid I feel? How pitiful I look?”

“You’re not stupid for wanting that, you have every right to feel all these emotions. But Y/N please don’t let him have so much control over you. He’s not worth it.” He grabbed my face and made me look at him, “Please Y/N.” He pulled me in for a hug and just as I was about to answer him a deep voice beat me to it.

“What the hell is going on?”

I panicked quickly getting up and moving away from Jimin. “Yoongi?” I practically yelled.


author’s note: ahhh i really hope you guys liked it! I am not confident in my writing yet but i’m getting there! i wrote this after my relationship fell apart, and although I’m still getting over it, writing makes me feel so much better. 

Separate them-Part three (final)

Separate them

Separate them part two


“Can I at least say bye?” You asked Billie as tears filled your eyes.

She eyed you suspiciously before answering, “No funny business. I take you to them right as you’re about to go and then I reap you. If you try to run, you’ll regret it.”

You nodded your head, “Deal.”

“Deal.” She replied with a smirk, “Now, let’s get down to business.” She said as she handed a razor blade over to you. You hesitated a moment before you took it from her; you’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared, but Sam and Dean were needed here. They had sacrificed so much. Had died so many times.

It was your turn to sacrifice something for them.

You looked up at Billie with tears pooling in your eyes, a tear slipped as you asked her, “You promise to take me to them?”

“I do.” She responded. You nodded your head one time before placing the blade on your wrist, “Cut deep.” She told you.

And you did.

Your world was dizzy and black spots were overtaking your vision when Billie grabbed onto your shoulder, “Time to say goodbye.”

Slowly blinking you opened your eyes and suddenly you were in front of Sam and Dean. You shot them a tired smile as Billie’s grip on your shoulders tightened so that you would remain standing.

“Y/N?” Dean whispered as he took in the sight of you; you were extremely pale and swaying on your feet, you looked completely out of it, that was when Dean noticed the blood flowing from both your wrists that was pooling at your feet. “What did you do?”

“You have about thirty seconds left Y/N.” Billie said as she slowly released her hold on you and slightly pushed you towards your brothers, you began to fall but Sam quickly stepped forward to grab you, “Say your goodbyes.”

“No, no you bitch, you can’t have her!” Dean shouted as he stood above you.

“Cas, heal her.” Sam said desperately as he clung onto you.

You grabbed Sam’s hand and squeezed it, “Ts gonna be ookay ‘ammy.”

“The angel can’t fix her. She’s done for boys. I wouldn’t waste my last twenty seconds with her by fighting with me.” Billie told them.

Dean was furious but quickly bent down to be with you, “Hey babygirl, it’s gonna be okay. Cas is gonna heal you, okay? Don’t worry. Big brothers got this.”

“Tss okay De. No fixing this.” You said softly as you grabbed Dean with your other hand, “Ts all gonna be okay.”

“Cas heal her!” Dean shouted.

“I’m trying Dean! It’s not working!” Cas replied in a frustrated tone. This isn’t what he wanted. The world couldn’t lose any Winchesters.

You squeezed both your brothers hands, trying to get their attention but only succeed in gaining Sam’s; Dean was too busy being upset with Cas.

“I love you ‘ammy.” You tiredly told him.

“I love you too Y/N/N, so much.” Sam told you as he kissed your hand that he was holding. Your eyes fluttered before they suddenly stopped.

So did your breathing.

“Y/N?” Sam said, terrified as his brain tried to process what his eyes were showing him, “Y/N. No. Y/N, Y/N!”

Sam’s panicked tone grabbed Dean and Cas’s attention who both looked down at you with fear on their faces.

“No.” Cas said quietly to himself.

“Y/N? Y/N, babygirl open your eyes. Y/N!” Dean called to you as he began to lightly pat your face, trying to get you to open your eyes. “No.” Dean said as tears began to fall from his eyes while he cupped your still warm cheek.


Road Rage//Scott McCall Imagine

Originally posted by fytwolf

Author: @celestial-writing

Warnings: Angst (what is new), some gory stuff if you don’t like that, fluff (mostly angst)

Paring: Scott McCall/Reader

Words: 3,185 (It’s long because I love angst)

Request: No

A/N: Hey guys! I’m so so so so so sorry that I haven’t posted! Life happened but here is the Scott fic I promised! It’s real and not a fake promise and sorry for posting so late but it was really the only time I could post! Just thank you to @dumbass-stilinski as always for supporting me and helping through a lot of shit! Also thank you @mf-despair-queen for helping me edit! This wouldn't be anywhere without you! 

Summary: Being Stiles Stilinski’s twin sister sucks when your brother is the most overprotective person you kow who has sworn off all dating for you. How is he going to react if he finds out about you and his best friend, Scott McCall’s four month relationship?




The sound of little pebbles being pelted against your window woke you up slowly. You opened your eyes to see your phone lighting up in a message from Scott, which caused you to smile.

Scott ~ Hey babygirl, I’m here.

Scott~ Did you forget i’m coming over?

Scott ~ Hey, I may be pelting pebbles at your window

You opened the window to see a pebble flying towards. You dodged it before it could hit its unintentional target.

“Scott!” You whispered yelled.

“Sorry, (Y/N)!” He gave a sheepish smile and climbed up the tree like he always did when we met on nights like this.

“Hi baby.” He whispered and kissed you softly, his arms wrapping around your waist as you threaded your hand into his hair.

“Hi Scott…since you already woke me up from my beauty sleep, are you going to make up for it?” You smirked, pulling away slightly and he let out a soft laugh.

“You bet, princess.” He smirked, his hands slowly traveling down your back and grabbing your ass, squeezing it to make you let out a small moan. You grabbed the back of his neck and pressed your lips to his feverishly. You traced the seam of his lips with your tongue and he gladly opened. Your tongues battled for dominance as you slowly walked backwards, but you hit the back of your desk, causing the lamp sitting on the edge to fall off it.

You pulled away to see Scott’s shifted yellow eyes and took a breath of fear. You knew Stiles heard. It was a heavy ass lamp and it must’ve sounded like a broken window.

“He’s up..” Scott mumbled, his eyes slowly turning back into the beautiful chocolate brown you were accustomed to.

“Into my closet. Now..” You demanded, pushing your boyfriend into the closet and shut the door quickly behind him.

Stiles opened the door quickly with his bat in hand, wearing only his small Star Wars boxer briefs, ready to attack the non-existent intruders. He looked down to see the broken lamp and gave a sigh of relief, dropping his bat.

“Oh thank god. I thought someone broke in and you got kidnapped or something. I was ready to call Dad and Scott.” He said quickly and jumped over the bed to give you a hug.

“Yeah. It’s fine Stiles… I just woke up and I accidently hit the table and the damn lamp fell.” You lied to him, thanking to god he couldn’t see through your lies.

“You’re lucky dad isn’t here or the whole police squadron would have been here. Let me get a broom so we can clean this up.” He let go, giving a smile and went back to get a broom but a noise came out of the closet and Stiles poked his head back into the room, his whiskey colored eyes matching yours.

“What was that?” He asked suspicious, grabbing his bat for protection again.

You looked at him and gave him a cheeky smile. “Nothing Stiles, probably just Landon messing around in there.”

“O-okay.” He said questionably and left to get a broom. You opened the door to see a smirking Scott holding your black cat, cocking his head slightly.

“Scott! You almost got us caught again!” You whispered yelled at him.

“Maybe I want that to happen.” He looked at you, his gaze unwavering from your own.

“Do you remember what happened freshman year with-” You whispered, your arms crossing over each other until you got cut off.

“Yes. I remember…” He mumbled, his eyes downcasting to the floor.

“Just stay in here a little longer please…then we can cuddle and talk about lacrosse.” You pleaded, giving him your signature puppy dog eyes.

“Okay…” You gave him a kiss on the nose and shut the door before Stiles came in with a broom and dustpan.

“Cat?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, he was messing with my shoes again.” You smiled and helped him the big pieces, throwing them away in the trash.

You finished after fifteen minutes of cleaning up. Stiles constantly looked at the closet door and you bit your lip, hoping Stiles didn’t think anything about it.

“Night (Y/N). Turn the light on when your going around your room next time.” He smiled, the comment joking and heading back to his room.

You loved Stiles. He was your twin brother and was always the person that was there for you but, some of the negatives of being Stiles Stilinski’s twin sister is that he is the most overprotective person you know. You don’t take it a bad way, but when you’re trying to have a good night with your boyfriend, it ruins the mood.

Fifteen minutes passed and you let Scott out of the closet. He let out a long sigh, giving you a longing look.

“Why don’t you want to tell him about us?” Scott whispered.

“We have been over this Scott.” You mumbled, getting into your bed.

“(Y/N), we have been dating for over four months. I’m done hiding from your brother. He’s my best friend, (Y/N).” He didn’t crawl in the bed and you looked at him with a pout.

“But you know what ha-”

“With Jackson at homecoming and then with the “date”. Yeah. That happened two years ago, freshman year and Stiles hit his Porsche with a cruiser. I know. He told me. He told me that no boy is allowed to date you until you’re 90 but I’m in love with you, (Y/N). I don’t care if Stiles gets mad at me and doesn’t want to talk to me…I want to be with you…” He looked like a lost puppy and slowly walked towards you.

“Scott…I’m not ready to tell him. Okay…just maybe soon…” You mumbled. “Can we just cuddle…?”


“Scott, he will run you over with Roscoe. C-can we please just drop it, okay?” You let out a shaky breath and he took your hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

“Fine…let’s just go to sleep..” he pressed a soft kiss to your hair and your body relished in the feeling and he finally crawled into the bed, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling your body flush against his back.

“I love you so much, (Y/N).” He whispered in your ear and nestled his face into your neck.

“I love you too, Scott. I always will.” You mumbled back and fell into a dreamless sleep, the deep sounds coming from Scott’s chest lulling you into sleep.

The bed was cold and empty in the morning, void of him. He always left before Stiles got up, but of course that meant Scott left when you were asleep and it was awful. You hated hiding away but it was needed. Anytime you mentioned a boy you liked, Stiles would shut you down about it, investigate the kid and make some crazy theory that he was out to kill us.

Stiles never let you go out to parties unless it was Lydia’s and even then, he always made sure either he or Scott was by your side. No miniskirts, no crop tops, nothing revealing to get boys to hit on his baby sister (it was by two minutes, by the way). The only good thing was that you were always with Scott because Stiles trusted him. Lucky enough, you had the biggest crush on Scott and he had the same for you. It started with secret kisses in janitor closets, to hiding away for hours at Lydia’s parties, and now spending the night at your house. You wanted to tell Stiles. You wanted to be open, be able to hold hands, and call him your boyfriend, but you were just scared of the repercussions.

Your phone went off. You grabbed it to see the handsome face of Scott McCall holding a puppy at the shelter.

Scott ~ Morning baby, sorry I left earlier than normal. I heard your dad come in so I left.

Scott ~ Hey, I got something for you at school I need to tell you about.

Scott ~ I love you.

There was a small knock on your door so you couldn’t respond to Scott like you wanted to. Opening the door, there stood your dad, holding a small coffee in his hand with his kind smile.

“Hey kiddo. Stiles told me you broke your lamp last night.” He let out a low chuckle.

“He’s up already?” You rubbed your eyes, taking the coffee from his hand.

“No. Texted me last night.” You nodded and took a sip of the burning hot liquid that, just by the smell, woke you up.

“Yeah…sorry dad. I heard a bird hit my window and I accidently hit the lamp.” You mumbled, leaving the door open and putting down the coffee to find a shirt in your closet.

“Could that bird be named Scott McCall?” Your mouth dropped open and dropped the shirt in your hand. You looked back at him and shook your head sputtering.

“I-I don’t know what you mean dad…” you sputtered, your skin starting to turn hot.

“It’s okay…I won’t tell Stiles. I promise. Just be careful next time.” He shook his head, giving you a small smile.

“You knew?” You asked in bewilderment.

“Sweetheart, I am the sheriff. I know almost everything that goes around here.” He opened the door and was about to shut it until he pointed to the XL condoms he left on the desk.

“Also, don’t forget, there will be no little Stilinski’s and McCall’s running around.” Your dad shut the door and you grabbed the condoms, quickly hiding them away before letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Stiles knocked on the bathroom so loudly and profusely that you dropped the curling iron in your hand but luckily, you didn’t burn yourself.

“Stiles! What the hell do you need!” Grabbing the curling iron and putting it back on the counter and opening the door to see your brother with a pissed off look.

“It’s my time for the shower, (Y/N)! Y-what the fuck are you wearing?” He said, looking you up and down with disgust and you rolled your eyes. You’re wearing your shortest shorts that didn’t leave much to the imagination and a tight top with a low neckline.

“I’m wearing clothes, Stiles.” You shook your head and walked back to brush out your hair.

“No. You’re not walking out of the house like that. Go change.” He demanded, crossing his arms as he glared at my outfit.

“Stiles, you’re not dad, and he likes the outfit.” You pushed past him and sashayed to your room, grabbing the stuff you needed for school and left the house without a word from you. You knew Stiles was mad and that was exactly what you needed now.

Scott’s POV

Scott waited at your locker before school everyday. It kind of looked like he was waiting for Stiles, since your lockers were next to each other, so your cover was kept.

It was your idea to keep the relationship a secret and Scott, of course, went with it. He loved you so much and he never wanted you to feel uncomfortable doing anything. It was just awful when he could hear other guys talk about you, like you weren’t his…which technically, in their eyes, you weren’t. It hurt that he couldn’t hold your hand in public, and kiss you before class, and see you in the stands wearing his lacrosse jersey.

It was all Jackson’s fault for hurting you. It was Jackson’s fault for tricking you into a “date” and leaving you in the pouring rain, crying your eyes out. Stiles and him picked you up that night, and he remembered holding you in his arms and he never thought you looked more beautiful than at that moment in time. That was also the time Stiles swore off any guy ever being with his baby sister, and Stiles never forgot that promise.

Scott heard the small sounds of footsteps behind him, shaking him away from the small memory. He grinned slightly knowing it was you, hearing your steady heart beat that always calmed him. He looked behind him, but frowned seeing your sour expression.

“Hey (Y/N), what’s wrong?” He asked softly.

“I don’t know. How about you tell me how my dad knows we are dating?”As you opened up your locker angrily.  

He took a double take, shaking his head. “(Y/N), I-I have no idea. I have always been careful-”

“Well you clearly haven’t, Scott!” You looked at him and his head was staring at the ground.

“You know what? I try, but it’s goddamn hard when your own girlfriend doesn’t even want your own best friend knowing they are together. Or anyone for that matter!” He yelled at you and that made you step back from him. Turning, you slammed your locker and walked away, shaking your head and heading to class.

Scott was pissed at you. All he wanted was you and now he was going to get what he wanted and of course, he thought without thinking and ran right to the baby blue jeep owned by Stiles Stilinski.

“Stiles!” Scott yelled and a head popped out of the hood the jeep, hitting it in the process, which was also followed by a string of curses.

“Yeah, Scotty. What do you need?” Stiles asked, closing the hood and walking over to his best friend, who kept fidgeting with his hands. Scott shuffled in place, staring directly into his best friend’s eyes.

“I’m dating your sister. I have been for a while. I sneak through her window at night, we make out under the bleachers. Hell, I’ve fucked her into oblivion a few times! But she wanted to keep it a secret, which isn’t fair to me. To us. I want everyone to know I’m fucking your sister and that I’m so in love with her, it hurts!“ He stopped as quickly as he started, knowing what he did was a mistake. He closed his mouth and looked for Stiles expression but saw nothing but heard his heartbeat rise.

“I-I’ll talk to you later Scott…” Stiles grumbled and walked away into the school. He let out a frustrated groan and hit the car next to Stiles’, which put a large crater into it. The first bell rang and Scott reluctantly went to class, overthinking what he did. Stiles could be fine with it, he didn’t look that upset but, also, Stiles could just be waiting to get off school grounds to get enough wolfsbane to kill him.


You looked for Scott during lunch, your anger subsiding from earlier and the feeling of guilt hitting you. You couldn’t find him anywhere and you kept sending him texts.

Baby ~ Scott? Where are you?

Baby ~ Scott? I’m sorry.

Baby ~ Please talk to me.

You went outside but to only be confronted by Scott sitting on the benches, staring at his bike. His knee was bouncing wildly as he was lost in thought.

“Scott? Hey, you okay?” You asked softly and he jumped as your touched his arm and he relaxed under your touch.

“Y-yeah…i’m fine.” He mumbled looking down like puppy who got yelled at.

“Hey, what happened?” You sat next to him, hooking your fingers under his chin and pulling it up to make him look into your eyes.

“I told him, (Y/N). I don’t know what got into me but I told him.” He looked down ashamed and felt my heart dropped.

“You told Stiles…what the fuck, Scott! You promised this would be a secret.” You got up slowly, hurt filling you that he went against your own wishes.

“I didn’t know what go into me, I was just so mad that you are so scared to be with me, scared of Stiles-” he rambled but you cut him off.

“I’m not scared of Stiles.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Yes you are! You hid our relationship for months, you even hid it from Lydia for a while because you were scared Stiles was going to find out from her! Your own best friend.” He looked at you and just felt so frustrated.

“That didn’t give you the right to go behind my back and tell him Scott.” You let out a breath to calm yourself from breaking down right there.

Scott didn’t say anything back to you as he just bouncing his knee and that made you even more mad. You got up from your spot and looked down at him, glaring at the boy who had just broke your heart.

“I can’t do this, Scott.” You mumbled. “I can’t be with someone I can’t trust.”

“(Y/N), no. Please don’t walk away. Don’t fucking walk away from me.” He said as you started to head towards your car.

The one thing you didn’t hear was the old Jeep start up and roll towards Scott as he entered the road.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry…please I lov-”

The blue jeep hit Scott at quite a fast pace, causing Scott to be thrown against the pavement and the Jeep to come to a stuttering halt. Scott let out a howl of pain, causing people around you to notice the scene of your brother running over your boyfriend. Scott started to bleed profusely, his skin turning red but also healing at the same time. You tried to move towards him but the pure shock took over you and it felt like your feet were stuck in cement. You finally felt like you were free and ran over to him quickly, grabbing his hand. Tears falling freely from your cheeks as you whimpered, seeing the damage.

“S-Scott…” you said frantically and he didn’t say anything back.

“Scott…wake up…please..” You heard the car door open and Stiles stepping out, walking up slowly behind you.

“(Y/N)..” he whispered softly, looking away from you and Scott.

“Call Dad, Stiles.” You looked at him brokenly, your heart breaking as your didn’t see your brother but more of a monster, as you slowly felt Scott wake up in your arms. You wiped your tears and caressed his hair.

“(Y-Y/N), you don’t know what he s-”

“I don’t give a fuck Stiles! You ran over you’re fucking best friend! Call dad…” you yelled and saw the pack come out of the high school.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know what was happening.” He whispered.

“Don’t talk to me Stiles…I hate you.” You looked at him numbly as Isaac quickly ran over to gently  grab Scott and help you get him in your car and race him to the hospital. You left Stiles in that parking lot, wallowing in the guilt that he had potentially just lost his best friend and little sister and wondering if he was not better than the Nogitsune that had possessed him months before.

hey babygirl || theo raeken

word count: 2830

warnings: season 6 spoilers and adorable theo

prompt: none

author’s note: posted before, but my old blog was deleted, so now it’s on here!

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My Babygirl-Part Six

My Babygirl Masterlist

Originally posted by cheerfulsammy

Dean lightly hit Sam on the arm when he saw your mom walking over to them; you were holding her hand and toddling behind her. You were currently going through a phase where you always wanted to walk and if anyone tried to carry you, you’d throw a fit.

Unless Dean was the one carrying you; you were always happy in your dad’s arms.

You looked up and let go of your mother’s hand when you saw your father standing there. You bolted over to him where he happily picked you up and placed a kiss on your cheek, “Hey babygirl, you have a fun trip with Mommy?”

You nodded your head before wrapping your arms around Dean’s neck in an embrace, “Missed you Daddy.”

Dean rubbed your back, “I missed you too babygirl. Why don’t you go say hi to Uncle Sammy while I talk to Mommy.” Dean said as he handed you over to Sam who happily accepted you.

“We gotta talk.” Your mom said as she sent Sam a forced smile. Dean nodded his head, he was worried that your mom might try this, to take you away, but he wasn’t going to let it happen.

He wasn’t going to lose you.

“Look, I know what you’re gonna say.” Dean started as your mom and him stepped away from you, “And I get it. I was just as pissed- even more pissed then you were when those demons showed up. They’re gone though and I promise nothing will ever come back.”

“Dean, you promised that before and look what happened.” Your mom responded sadly. “I know you’re a great father and I know that you love Y/N with all your heart. She loves you just as much, it’s just-”

“It’s just what Y/M/N? You can’t take my daughter away from me. I won’t let you.” Dean said strongly.

“You can’t do anything about it Dean.” Your mom responded coldly, “Dean Winchester is dead according to the law.”

Dean stared at your mom with wide eyes, “You aren’t-you aren’t serious are you?”

“I’m sorry Dean but, it’s what’s best for Y/N.” Y/M/N replied.

“What’s best for Y/N is to be around her dad.”

“What’s best for Y/N is to grow up not worrying if a monster is going to jump out of her closet and take her because of who her father is.” Your mom said with venom in her voice.

Dean shook his head, “I’m not leaving town. I won’t. I’m not leaving her.”


“No. I’m not leaving. Please just-just sleep on it, give me a week. Let me show you how safe it’s going to be here now. Nothing can get her here.” Dean begged.

Letting out a sigh your mom took a moment to think before nodding her head. “Fine.”

“Fine? Okay? Okay. I promise Y/M/N everything is going to be fine. Tomorrow after work I’ll swing by and show you everything we’ve done to protect the house.” Dean said with a smile.

“Sounds good Dean. Y/N and I have to go. Being out of town for a week, lots to catch up on.” Your mom said in an almost nervous tone.

“Right, um tomorrow after I show you everything I’ll take her, let you catch up on things. Sound good?” Dean asked, happy about spending time with his little girl.

Your mom nodded her head before walking back to where Sam was happily tossing you in the air as you squealed with delight. “Say bye to Uncle Sammy Y/N.” Your mom told you.

Looking at your uncle you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing his neck before placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek, “Bye bye Unca Sammy.” You reached out for your father who took you and gave you a squeeze.

“Bye babygirl, I’ll see you and Mama tomorrow okay.” Dean stated. You nodded your head before puckering your lips for your dad to give you a kiss. He did before he placed you on the ground and ruffled your hair. “Love you sweetheart.” He called to you as you walked away with your mom. Turning back around you waved to your dad yelling back,

“I love you Daddy!”

That was the last time Dean heard those words from you.

Part Seven

13 Reasons Why Preference: You're Drunk

Clay Jensen:
You and your boyfriend were one and the same when it came to drinking: you barely did it, and when you did, it ended in vomiting. So, naturally, Clay was very worried any time he found you with a drink in your hand. He’d constantly check on you, asking you every 5 minutes if you were okay. And when the time inevitably came that all of the alcohol came back up, he would sit with you and hold you hair as you puked, rubbing your back and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Once you were finished, he would help you stand to brush your teeth and you would give him an embarrassed smile and thank him for being there for you. “I’ll never leave your side, babe.” he’d say, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Jeff Atkins:
Jeff’s main concern when you were drinking was always your safety. He wasn’t big on drinking himself, so he’d always be sober and volunteer to be your designated driver. Jeff would make sure you were drinking responsibly. “How many drinks have you had, babe?” and “Here, drink this water for me” would constantly flow from his mouth. He’d keep an eye on you at all times too, so that when he saw you stumble a little too close to the pool, he could run and catch you before you hurt yourself. At the end of the night, he’d stop at your favorite fast food place and (gently) force you to eat as many carbs as you could. Of course, you’d thank him the next day when you didn’t have a hangover.

Alex Standall:
Drinking always made you a little more needy. After a couple of drinks, your walls would come down and you’d find yourself craving the feeling of Alex’s arms around you or his lips on yours. This was the point in the night when you would seek him out at whatever party you two were at. A smile would always form on his lips when he saw you stumbling toward him, eyes locked on him. “Hey babygirl, I was wondering when you’d be joining me” he’d say with a chuckle as you fell into his open arms. “Missed you.” you’d slur, letting yourself get cozy on the couch next to you. This was how you two would spend the rest of the night– cuddled up on someone’s couch, focused solely on each other, despite the party raging on around you two.

Justin Foley:
Justin was no stranger to the drunk version of his girlfriend. He knew you could handle your liquor well– maybe even better than he could. What worried him wasn’t whether you’d be okay, it was how other guys acted towards you. It was no secret that you and Justin were dating, but sometimes that didn’t seem to matter to the other jocks at Liberty. Those moments tended to come when there was alcohol present. He trusted you completely, but trusting everyone else? Not so much. This was why Justin always had an arm around you when you were drinking. He was afraid of what could happen if someone else cornered you when you were drunk and he wasn’t there to protect you. He’d just smile and say, “Gotta keep my princess safe” before peppering you with kisses.

Zach Dempsey:
You’d found that it was very easy to lose track of Zach at the big post-win parties that he drags you to. It doesn’t surprise you–he’s the star athlete, the center of attention. When this happened, though, you’d often entertain yourself with alcohol. Zach would be sure to know where you are at every moment– a quick glance at you every now and then, a “where are you?” text when he lost you. But all too often, he’d get dragged away by his teammates and you wouldn’t get to spend much time with him until the party began to die down. By this time, you’d had plenty to drink and that alcohol was making you sleepy. This was when Zach would find you, half asleep on the couch. He’d sigh before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, his feather-light touch just enough to make your eyes flutter open. “Ready to go, my love?” he’d ask, before picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the car. You’d fall into a deep sleep before making it to his house, where he’d carry you to bed, placing a kiss on your head and whispering “I love you” before drifting to sleep next to you.

“I wasn’t there.” *Trigger Warnings*

Written by: @ilovebeingjoyful
Posted: March 17th, 2017
Pairing: Dad/Tony x Teenage Daughter Reader
Warnings: *Trigger warnings* This is a fic based around the reader being in an abusive home. The abuse includes Verbal abuse, hitting, slapping, hair pulling, and pushing.
Requested by anon: “Hey there! I was hoping to request some dad tony fluff..he has a teenage daughter but her mom has custody and he kept in touch to make her she had everything she needed. He finds out that she’s being physically abused by the mom and new husband so he fights for custody and wins.”
AN: If you are in an abusive home, PLEASE SEEK HELP!!! 

The fic starts off with abuse. I didn’t want to risk triggering someone as they scrolled passed, so that is why the “keep reading” tab abnormally soon.

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Let Me Fix Us || c.h.

ofc my love x

I M A G I N E 

“Guys, give me my phone back!” You urged, chasing Luke around the dressing room as Michael and Ashton stood around watching us. “I need my phone back, Luke!”

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Best Friends & Boyfriends

Summary: You’re dating Isaac but have to keep it hidden because your best friend Stiles would disapprove 

Isaac Lahey x Reader

Word count: 3,082

Author’s note: First imagine. The fact that I can even put “author’s note” is weird to me. I draw art, I don’t write it. Any who, constructive criticism would be appreciated. This seems like the perfect time for one of my favorite quotes: “Keep in mind that I’m an artist and I’m sensitive about my s#!t.” Please be gentle with me on this.

Great day to post since it’s Teen Wolf Tuesday and Valentine’s Day

Originally posted by houseofimagines

It was Wednesday evening and you were sitting with your boyfriend Isaac on the porch swing in your backyard. A light breeze came through and blew your hair in the wind. The sky was turning pink while the sun began setting. Your legs were curled under you while you were leaning against Isaac. He had his arm wrapped around you while he kept the porch swing swaying back and forth with his long legs.

You turned to the handsome werewolf next to you grinning. “What?” Isaac said as he smirked back at you.

“Wanna hear a joke?”  

“Not really, but I know you’re going to tell it to me anyway”

“Yup.” You smiled back at him excitedly. Your jokes were lame and corny, but that’s what you loved about them. “What do you call the security guards outside Samsung stores?”

“I don’t know, what?”

“Guardians of the Galaxy!” You said laughing at your own joke. Isaac just looked at you with a small smile.

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Momma said to call if anything bad happens

A/N: I can’t believe it’s been so long since I updated this. I miss it so much. Catch up on the masterlist!

Before the Series

Dean’s age-17

Sam’s age-13

Reader’s age-3, almost 4

Nearly a year had passed since John had heard from your mom and it has taken a large toll on every one of the Winchesters. Sam was sad, Dean was worried, and John was angry. They were told that you’d be coming back into their lives soon but then your mom went radio silent, no longer calling, sending letters, she didn’t even tell Bobby where you two were or what you were doing.

It was like you just vanished.

John had tried to track you down a few times, however in order to do it properly he would have to investigate the deaths of your mother’s family, which took him away from finding out what killed Mary. He was torn and tried his hardest to do both at the same time, but it proved to be too difficult.

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{This took forever to do because gifs… again rip}


-The two of you had been close since your trainee days, you didn’t have many friends since you weren’t Korean, but the moment the two of you met you instantly clicked.
it had started off as a normal, completely platonic movie date but then something just ignited between the two of you which ended up in you to having rough, needy sex for the rest of the night- 

*he realised he hadn’t heard from you in a while and though he grew concerned- he shrugged it off, thinking you’dd just felt awkward about sleeping with him; suddenly his phone rings* 

“Oh hey, y/n. I was just thinking about yo..you.. “ *his voice trails off the minute he hears your quiet sobs, but before he can even ask you anything you dropped the bomb* 
“Wh- What? You’re pregnant?” “Who’s the father?” 
*the moment he hears that he is, his face goes pale as his stomach seems to knot up* 
“Fuck.. I- I’m so sorry, y/n, I’m so sorry..” 

Originally posted by loveblushes


-After having a stressful day, he ends up finding himself at one of the many clubs that surround the dorm and that’s where he meets you.
as the two of you take shot after shot, you find yourself grinding against one another- your lips interlocking as his hands ran up and down your curvy form; not even a minute later, he takes you back to the dorm, completely ravaging you the moment you step inside.-

8 weeks later

*Is just hanging out with the maknaes when they start teasing him as always but before he could say anything back his phone rings* 
“Hello? Oh, um, yes this is him. Who is this?” “Oh y/n!! Hey!” 
*his excitement quickly dissipates turning into pure shock as you share the news* 
“You’re….” “I’m…” 

Originally posted by hobilu


-He met you through his cousins and ended up taking a lot of interest in you, due to the fact that you were just different than other girls. Though it didn’t start of that way, this electricity between the two of you led to y’all having one long, sleepless night together-

*laying on the couch, he slowly closes his eyes- hoping to catch some shut eye before having to go back to practice when he receives your text saying ‘Call me.. It’s important’

“Hey y/n what’s up? Are you okay?” 
*immediately you tell him the news* 
“You’re pregnant? Really??” 
“Sh, sh, it’s okay don’t cry- I’ll be here for you every step of the way, I won’t abandon you okay? I promise.” 

Originally posted by taehyungpicss


-He met you through Namjoon; since he was the one that was the best with foreigners and what not. After being able to talk to you and just hang out for a couple days, he invited you over to the dorm one night; the two of you ended up spending the time pleasuring one another, not caring who heard.- 

“Namjoon-ah, have you heard from y/n?” *he asked, after not talking to you for about a month or so. Namjoon just shook his head, when his phone suddenly rang* 
“Who is it?” 
*after a few minutes, Namjoon just looked over at his friend- shaking his head in obvious disappointment as he gave him the phone* 
“Hel- Oh my gosh, y/n!” “Why haven’t you been talking to..” 
*his voice trailed off as you told him* 
“Holy fu… Are you sure?” “You’re really pregnant… with my- my baby?” 

Originally posted by jiminahhh


-After hooking up with you, a complete stranger because of having one too many drinks; he fully accepted the fact that he may never even speak or see you again, cause that’s how one night stands usually go- 

*just as he sat in the studio, finishing up the last bit of work he had; he got a call from an unknown number* 
*he immediately recognized your voice* 
“Oh y/n… hey, what’s-” 
*you didn’t even let him utter another word out; interrupting him with the news* 
“Fuck- you’re pregnant?” “Are you going to keep it?” 

Originally posted by jimintensify


-You were their makeup artist, and due to your relative newness to the job and to him; JK took a lot of interest in you. When he finally got the courage to ask you out, the two of you ended up fucking each other’s brains out all night instead of going on your date-

*He began noticing you hadn’t come back to work for a while now, nor had you messaged or called him; it had been almost two months since y’all hooked up, and not once had he heard from you since then* 
*As he laid back onto the floor of the practice room, he heard his phone go off- the soft music filling the room for a moment before he answered it* 

*before he could finish greeting you, you timidly told him about your most recent doctors visit* 
“Holy fuck, you’re preg- pregnant?” “Y/n, what are you going to want to do? We’re way to fucking young to have a kid..” 

Originally posted by onlycypher


-After stopping by the cafe you worked at more than a few times, he couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous you were. When he finally asked you out, probably after the umpteenth time he went in for coffee, the two of you planned to go see a movie together. 
But your plans fell through when y’all ended up in the back seat of his car, pleasuring each other for hours instead.- 

*it had been weeks, probably, since then- though he wasn’t too sure since he didn’t keep track. he laid their in his bed, watching a movie when the vibration of his phone underneath him startled him; pulling it out, he saw it was you*
“Oh hey, y/n, babygirl- how are you?” 
*you mousily tell him the news, how you missed your period as took tons of test, just everything* 
“Shit…” *he huffed, as his entire body tensed* 
“You can’t keep it, y/n. My career will be over and my fans- my fans will practically make your life hell and I don’t want that for you.” 
“I’ll help you though, I’ll pay off any expenses. I swear, you- you just can’t have this baby..” 

Originally posted by whyparkjimin

one and only.

Originally posted by nnochu

requested by anon.

smuttttyyyyy mafia boss yoongi one shot au where he treats everyone he knows like shit and doesnt care about peoples lives or his ones except for the reader ( his loving girlfriend ) annnd min holly 😌😌😌😌 with body worship dirty talk light phone sex while hes at his office or safe house whatever and just fluffy stuff with his gf he only loves her and min holly 😂

genre: implied smut/fluff fluff fluff kinda? fluffy enough to make me wanna punch myself in the face fluff

Yoongi was a seriously dangerous man, a leader of the mafia, if anyone messed with him or his people, they would never reappear on the streets. He didn’t care about anyone’s lives, not even his. He treated everyone terribly, lord knows how you ended up with him. He only cared about you and Holly, most of the time you and Holly were the only ones at home, wondering if Yoongi would be okay.

You met Yoongi whilst walking down a somewhat dodgy alley, a random drunkard started hitting on you and suddenly Yoongi appeared and knocked him out. “Thank you but you really didn’t need to do that for me.”, you told him as he walked you out of the alley and towards the main road. “Don’t worry about it, how about I just take you home?” “I don’t know who you are, for all I know you could be the leader of the mafia.”, you light heartedly joked. “What if I was?”, Yoongi seriously replied. “I dunno, you seem nice and good looking, to be honest I wouldn’t care.” “Good, now, sweetheart, let’s get you home.”

After he dropped you off, he got your number and drove off. The two of you went on a date to a patisserie and he fed you your favourite cake before taking a stroll in a park with you. It was only the first date but he already held your hand and kissed your cheek. “I quite like you.”, he told you when dropping you off after the date. “I’ll see you again some time, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart soon turned into babygirl or my love, you never complained about his pet names for you; you had a soft spot for them, that sweet spot was also the sweet spot for Yoongi. You had never seen Yoongi at work but you knew he was the opposite of how he was with you; you had heard from his men that he was an ass, a total dick but you could never associate the horrible names with Yoongi.

Tonight was no different from other nights, Yoongi wouldn’t be home til later and Holly was asleep already despite it being 8pm, he must’ve really gotten tired from the walk. You turned on the TV and watched whatever was on to pass time and to keep yourself company, all that was on was sappy dramas and a few decent variety shows, so you knocked yourself out with one of those and some popcorn.

Halfway through the show your phone rang and you hurriedly picked up. “Hello?”, you said. “Hey, babygirl, you got a minute?”, Yoongi asked over the phone. “Yeah, always do these days. Where are you?” “I’m at the office, I’ll be home around 3am but until then I’ll keep you a bit of company for a bit.” “How do you plan on doing that?”, you laughed as you turned the volume of the TV down. “Oh, I’m gonna tell you what I’m gonna do to you later tonight, my love.” “What would that be?”

“I’m gonna make slow, sweet love to you, babygirl. I’m gonna make sure every inch of your body receives my love, especially you ass and pussy, oh, I fucking love squeezing and spanking your ass.” “Mmhmm, what else babe?” “I’m gonna eat you out so good and I’m gonna play with your beautiful tits while my dick is inside your beautiful cunt.” “I love your cock babe, I already can’t wait for tonight.” “I don’t wanna make you wait babygirl. But I got some work to do, I’ll see you later tonight sweetheart.”

Before you knew it you moved yourself to your closet and changed into nothing but your black silk robe that Yoongi had gotten you not too long ago. Mafia leader or not, Yoongi was as fluffy as a marshmallow when it came to you. He would always hold your hand when you were together in public, the two of you looked like any other couple would. He would kiss you good morning and sometimes attempt to make you breakfast in bed. Then he would go on walks with you and Holly, reminding you that he loved you and he was grateful for your existence and for the fact that you walked down the dodgy alley. Bad guy or not he was the good guy in your heart.

Through the Lens Mafia AU! Pt 1

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut (in the future)
Pairing: Reader x Mark
Warnings: Some explicit language, some violence (nothing too bad)
Feat: Monsta X Word count: 1183

You were walking down the city streets, everything in your life seemed to be going so perfect for you at the moment. You had gotten the opportunity to work as a photographer in the most famous photography studio, which happened to be your dream job. Photography was always something you were extremely passionate about since you were little. At the toy stores you’d always reach for the fake plastic cameras and pretend to take pictures of everything. Your parents knew how passionate you were about photography but didn’t really think that was the kind of job they wanted their child to have. It took some time for them to warm up to the idea however you were grateful for them to have finally accepted what you wanted to do.

You were single, yes, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going on a few dates here and there but you were also happy with not being in a relationship because that meant you had more time to focus on yourself and your job.

Your last relationship was going so well. Better than what you had expected in the first place. That was until you noticed your boyfriend change. His attitude, the way he dressed, even the way he parted his hair. There was only one thing you had thought it could be, and that is he was cheating on you. He never got intimate with you anymore nor was he affectionate. He was the type to always want to cuddle or even stay up all night rambling about who loves who more but all of a sudden, he stopped. Cold and distant was what he became towards you.

You’d always push him to tell you what was going on with him but he would always call you ‘clingy’ and ‘nosey’.


“Please just tell me what’s going on with you! You’ve been acting so different lately, everything about you has changed. You’re not the same.”

Tears were starting to form and as much as you tried to stop them from falling, you couldn’t.

“For fucks sake Y/N I tell you the same damn thing every time we have this discussion! There’s nothing wrong with me! Stop being a clingy bitch and drop it.”

And with that, he stormed out of the apartment you both shared. Not once did he ever apologize, only acted as if nothing ever happened that night. Deciding to leave him was one of the hardest decisions you ever had to make. You loved him, with all your heart but you simply couldn’t stick around anymore.

As you were walking you felt something change. Was it the atmosphere? Or was it just the traffic lights turning from red to green to yellow? It wasn’t that late at night but it was a weekday so the streets weren’t busy due to the fact that people were trying to get home as soon as possible to get some rest for their next day. You looked back and saw a man walking close but not too close behind you but you didn’t think anything of it. You couldn’t see his face because it was covered with a mask. Walking home wasn’t anything new to you. You lived just 10 minutes walking distance from the studio to your apartment you felt there was no need to waste gas. However something about tonight felt different. Extremely different.

“Crap please don’t be cracked”,
you said as your phone slipped from your hands and onto the hard concrete beneath you.

As you reached down to grab your phone you saw the same man, stopping as soon as you stopped walking.

Hm maybe he’s just walking the same way as me, don’t overthink it Y/N. You had always seen people to only have good intentions, never bad. That was your mistake. When you arrived to your apartment and reached for your keys, you checked your mailbox hoping your new lenses arrived. (They were replacements for the lenses your ex had broken during a fight you two had when you told him you wanted to leave him). Just as you were about to unlock your mailbox you suddenly jolted backwards as someone’s hand violently covered your mouth.

“If you scream or resist I won’t like that shit one bit babygirl and you really don’t want to get on my bad side.”

He gave a slight chuckle after, sending chills down your spine, if his voice had already hadn’t. He then spoke but not to you. He sounded to be speaking into a walkie talkie because you heard the beep noise after he had pressed the button.

“Alright guys I got her now hurry up and send two people so they can help me. I’ll send my location.” You were scared, no you were terrified. All of these thoughts were coming into your head
Am I going to live?
Are these people going to sell me and ship me to God knows where?
Something inside you made you speak up. You didn’t want to because you were afraid but something made the words come out.

“Who are you and what do you want from me?”
He ignored your questions so you then asked him again. And again. And again. At this point you were getting frustrated and angry, no longer feeling that nervousness in your stomach or the fear. Suddenly you heard a car pull up which definitely needed some new breaks. The car doors opened and you heard many footsteps approaching.

“All of you came? Are you fucking serious? I said only 2 people.” The annoyance he had in his voice made you giggle softly.

“Hey hey no need to get your panties in a twist JB, we just wanted to see the pretty lady Jinyoung wanted us to capture for him.” Who the hell was Jinyoung and why did he want you? You didn’t know anyone by the name of Jinyoung. And that guys name that was holding you was JB? The only JB you know is Justin Bieber and it sure as hell wasn’t him who was kidnapping you.

“Whatever just help me blindfold her and tie her up to get her in the van.”

“Oh no” you thought to yourself.
They’re actually taking me.
The reality and the terrified feeling kicked in and you bit his hand, making him hiss in pain and take it off of your mouth. The opportunity for you to scream and kick came, in hopes of being able to release yourself from JB’s grip.

“She’s a little feisty one”, said one of the other ones. JB had turned, taking your body along with his and you were facing them. You counted them and in total there were 7 boys. To be honest you had expected them to be ugly, you were so wrong because they weren’t. They were the complete opposite. Beautiful. Beautiful is the word you chose to describe them.

Wait Y/N you’re not supposed to be thinking that. These men are trying to kidnap you. All of a sudden you felt a cloth go over your nose. The strong scent filling your nostrils. Your head started to spin, making you feel dizzy and ready to pass out but before going into a full deep sleep you heard JB whisper in your ear,

“I told you not to scream or resist babygirl.”

Hey guys! This is my first time writing a fic and I hope I did good lol. I apologize if its bad but I hope you like it and stick around for future parts! (If you want to lol) (: