hunter you are a beautiful human being

Dean can tell when something’s wrong. Call it a gift, call it a curse. If there is anyone that knows you better, it would be Dean Winchester. The best part is, you never seemed to notice. Dean has kept a close eye on you from the start. Women didn’t stick around the Winchester’s, especially not beautiful, badass female hunters that could give them a run for their money. You were a strong hunter, and an even stronger human being in his eyes. There was nothing you couldn’t do.

 So when he see’s you’ve left half a plate of french fries in one of your favourite diners, he knows something’s up. That’s a red flag. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, his eyes are watching you. Ever few miles, he’ll take a look in the rearview mirror to check up on you. Your usual smile and jokes with him and Sam change into earbuds and you staring out the window. Red flag number two.

 The second you stepped foot in the bunker, he can see how drained you are by the way you carry yourself and he can’t stand to see you hurting in anyway. Mentally is so much worse than physically. He can’t patch you up with a couple of bandaids and kiss it better. There is nothing he can do to make you feel any better. There’s nothing he can ever do.

 For a moment, he wonders just what he can do to try and help you. What would you want him to do? What would he want you to do if the roles were reversed? He for one, would go off along and drink himself until he couldn’t feel anything. But he’s always wondered if maybe it would be a little easier if he had you next to him. He’s just too afraid to ask you. Which makes him wonder, are you too afraid to ask for him?

 You always went to your bedroom when you got home from a hunt. This time, Dean thought it was best to follow you. When he saw you in your room, tears steadily making their way down your cheeks. That was the last thing he wants to see. His feet were moving without even thinking about it and his arms pulled you into them without so much as a word.

 You deserved to have someone there to hold you when you were falling apart and Dean wanted to be that guy. He was going to be that guy that held you together.

Blue Nails

Summary: When Castiel sees you wearing nail polish, he gets curious.
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Word Counting: 690 words
Warning: Castiel has a crush, so much fluff. 

Originally posted by howtobesupernatural

Castiel tilted his head to the side when you rubbed a hand over your face. Your nails were… Blue?

Blue wasn’t a natural colour to humans. Your species had blue eyes but no blue hair or skin. Actually, there weren’t even many examples of blue in nature, even though it was very beautiful.

He knew how humans took colours from nature. Beetles, fruits, flowers and trees could be used to create pigments that could be used in cosmetics but not blue. Never blue.

“You okay there, Cas?” You questioned, seeing how he was staring at you.

“Your nails are blue.” He pointed.

You frowned, sitting straight.

“Yeah. What’s the problem?”

He hesitated but shrugged.

“They are very beautiful.”

You smiled openly, relaxing, and sat close to him at the table, reaching out and showing him your nails. Being a hunter didn’t give you much time to yourself but you always tried to keep them groomed, painting them whenever you could. You had a small collection of nail polish and had painted them that morning,

“Here.” You muttered, showing your fingernails to him. “It is a new colour.”

“How did they make it?” He questioned, curious.

You were taken back by the question.

“I’m a hunter, Cas. I don’t know how nail polish is made.”

He looked down in embarrassment and you used the hand closer to him to pat his shoulder. Sometimes you forgot the tall blue-eyed man knew little about humans and could be like a child.

“It’s okay, Cas.” You affirmed, an idea forming in your mind quickly. “I can paint your nails if you want me to.”

His eyes moved quickly to your face and you couldn’t help but notice how they were the same colour as your nail polish.

“Could you?” He questioned.

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Dating Dean Would Include...

Helllo everyone I hope you are all having a nice day :)

* Cute neck kisses

*When he leaves on hunting trips, him making sure you have everything you need to defend yourself

* “Are you sure youll be okay”

* “I’ll be fine Dean.”

* “If you need anything, call me sweetheart.”

* “I will.”

* “And if you cant reach me, call Sammy or pray to Cas.”

* “ Dean honey, weve been over this every hunt.”

* Late night car rides when you or him cannot sleep.

* When something is bothering one of you, neither have to say anything, you just know how to comfort each other.

* Late night talks about what life would be like if he wasn’t a hunter.

* Sweet romantic sex

*hugs from behind

* learning how to make pie because Dean loves your baking the most

*Being close to Sammy and him treating you like his own sister.

* Being close to Cas and you showing him how to do domestic human things

* “You think I’m hot right?”

* “Smokin.”

* “Even more so than the ‘Busty Asian Beauties’?”

* “Oh yeah.”

*spooning in bed with Dean being the big spoon because even sleeping he wants to protect you.

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Sam // Cas

Pups (Werewolf!Jungkook)

Plot: A relationship between hunter!reader and werewolf!Jungkook

Part: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty

Word Count: 1087

A/N: so here is the epilogue, this series was so much fun, I’m totally willing to do the adventures of raising two lil werewolves so let me know if you guys want like a part two to the story or anything like that, the link for this is werewolf!Jungkook (here)

Originally posted by ashpaintedwings

You sat under the moon, watching Jungkook shift, holding your daughter close to your chest as she slept. You tilted your head when you noticed the glint in Jungkook’s eyes, their color flickering from amber to brown before shifting into a bright red. An Alpha’s color. You could only watch in awe as another wolf walked over to stand next to Jungkook, the only other pure black wolf in the pack, Jungkook’s father. You saw his father’s eyes change to amber, his nose bumping into his son’s shoulder as if it was a congratulatory pat on the back. You saw your own son stumbling his way over to them, still shaky on two legs, looking back and forth between them.

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Disingenuous // Stiles Stilinski

**Based on the latest teaser of the last episode of Teen Wolf, I twisted what a Valkyrie is also**

Summary: Racing to find Malia and Scott the unthinkable happens., your once enemy turned ally turned reluctant mentor is shot multiple times while you’re injured along. Thankfully your knight in a blue jeep helps save the day before learning about all he was kept in the dark about.

Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Reader, Scott McCall, Malia Tate, Derek Hale, Lydia Martin, Peter Hale, Deucalion and Dr Alan Deaton.

Words: 1530

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or the characters, though I’d like to own Roscoe. I do not own any gifs, images or lyrics that may appear in this. I do however own the idea of the reader being a Valkyrie.

Warnings: Swearing, pissed Stiles, blood, lying, death, fluff and angst.

Author: Caitsy.

Disingenuous is defined as pretending that one knows less about something that one really does.

A/N: I’m not prepared for Teen Wolf never returning. I’ve seen many pics being hospitalized after the shooting so I twisted it a little. Enjoy.


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Malia tackled you when the first bullet first into your shoulder but not quick enough to miss the second one that hit your midsection. You gasped as Deucalion fell with multiple bullet wounds in his midsection. You whimpered at the fright you were feeling in sync with the pain of being shot. You were a Valkyrie with Amazon blood but you were human also.

The pack with Peter turned to see that Monroe was watching them with men holding guns pointed at you all. It felt like slow motion but it wasn’t, the guns started shooting and Malia dragged you behind a pilar. You were useless even as you heard the crunch of a person being thrown.

Weakly turning your head to saw the beautiful picture you could have dreamed off. The blue jeep you had made out in many times had hit a hunter that was sneaking up on the group. The driver was your boyfriend Stiles, you saw his lips moving but you weren’t able to hear him.

“You didn’t think you were doing this without me did ya?” Stiles said to his best friend having not noticed you yet.

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little joy

◇ You weep in happiness and sadness, for the losses and pain you’d experienced, but also for the little joy blooming inside of you.

◇ Chen x reader

◇ vampire!au

◇ a slight continuation of a scenario called Ambrosial, as i promised like :) ten :) years :) ago :) baekhyun and lay vampire aus can be found on my blog!

◇more vampire!chen - ambrosial, vampire!d.o - belonging


Hunters were the lowest of the low in anyone’s mind. They were disgusting humans with no empathy for anything that they deemed supernatural, whether you were a child, woman, man, both or neither. The hunters had been growing restless; Beings were being extra careful lately, and so, they decided to start spreading fear through the supernatural community.

Chen was furious. He had a baby on the way, a beautiful wife who cared more for family than her own life. With hunters on the loose, he was constantly worried about his wife, who would be targeted even though she was human simply because she carried his child. Although he didn’t doubt he had the power to protect her, and he would most definitely die for both _____ and his unborn child, he knew hunters were sly and deceitful people, and would do anything to see Beings die.

You, however, weren’t that worried. You had never experienced the savagery of hunters, and you were much too caught up with pregnancy to care about a group of humans who thought they could touch you. You were to have a beautiful baby with the man you loved. How could you let something like this bring you down from your joyful high?

“There’s nothing to be worried about,” you chastise your husband, rolling your eyes at the dark look on his face. You were three months into your pregnancy, though your child would come quicker than a human child. You were ready to find out the gender of your child, through a witch who worked for a clinic that specialized in vampire-human pregnancies.

“How would hunters just happen to attack the same clinic I’m in at the exact time I’m there?” At your words, Chen sighs deeply. He kneels down in front of where you’re sitting on the edge of your bed, nuzzling his nose against your protruding stomach.

“I just need you to be safe, my love,” he murmurs through gentle kisses to your stomach, revelling in the feeling of your hands combing through his hair. “Both of you.”

“I know you do,” you smile, “But really, there’s nothing to be worried about. Lalisa’s shop is masked with witchcraft. Even if they did manage to pass by there, they’d never realize there was even a shop there.”

“Hunters are crafty,” Chen argues, “We could always call her to come here…”

“Enough,” you say, clasping your hands together. “But do you not want to find out if we’re going to have a little prince or princess?”

Chen lets out a disbelieving laugh, “You’re twisting my words, sweetheart.”

“Not at all.” You stand from your seat on the bed and pick up your bag from where it had been set when Chen started telling you to not go. “You’ll be there in time, right?”

Hs sighs in defeat, but nonetheless answers, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”


After Chen had vaporized you to the clinic, he placed a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be here in a few minutes, okay? Be careful.” You nod at his words and enter the clinic. Although it was masked by witchcraft, you had to have been invited in by one of the witches inside to access it.

“Ms. Kim,” Lalisa greeted you warmly. You returned her smile as she started to explain how she would tell the gender of your child - a tiny potion would allow her to read the aura of the child inside of you. It was as simple as that. “You’ll just have to wait here for a few minutes.”

She gestured to a small sitting area, though there was nobody sitting there. That was to be expected, of course, since vampire-human pregnancies weren’t the most common in the supernatural world. You sighed gently as you lowered yourself into a comfortable seat in the corner of the area, nerves filling you as you realized what was about to happen. A little boy or girl inside of you, a little boy or girl for you and Chen tomlove and care for.

You stiffen suddenly. You feel somebody’s eyes on you, and you hope it’s Chen, finished with the business with his brothers. But as you look up and meet a pair of bright purple eyes, you know it’s not Chen. The witch that’s staring at you is sending chills up your spine. You get a bad feeling from her - whether it’s from her eyes or the way she’s staring at you with an emotion you can’t quite place - regret? Sorrow? You don’t get very long to guess, though, because the witch from before is standing you up and leading you to the room in which she’ll tell you about your child.

“Who was she?” You ask Lalisa slowly as she leads you into a room with books on almost every surface. In the middle, there’s a table and some chairs.

“Her? She’s new around here, doesn’t talk much,” the witch comments, pulling out the vial of potion from an old briefcase, gesturing for you to sit down. “Anyway, are we waiting for someone?”

“Hm? Oh, yes, my husband. He should be here soon…”

“That’s fine. We’ll just get you to drink this so that we can get right on with it when he arrives.” The potion is tasteless but the excitement bubbling in your stomach is sweet - you really cannot wait for Chen to arrive.

You’re about to open your mouth and ask about that witch again, but you’re interrupted by a blood curdling scream. Your heart jumps in your chest as fear replaces excitement - you look to the girl in front of you, limbs feeling weak with fright. This can’t be happening. The witch in front of you is gaping at the door, where the screaming is coming from behind. And then it’s all silent - you gulp as tension fills the room. Then you hear it - the walking. Thud. Thud. Thud. Coming closer to your room.

Lalisa gulps, standing from her seat. “I - I’m sure nothing’s wrong,” she assures. “N-nobody can get in here without permission from a witch…” It seems as if she’s reassuring herself more than you.

A scream is wrenched from your throat as the heavy oak door is pulled open, an arrow flying from the open space and straight into the leg of the witch beside you. You hear her cry out, and then you’re up from your seat in a second, bending down beside the crying girl and checking her injury. “It’s okay,” you’re comforting her, tears of fear in your eyes.

“Get up!” A voice snarls, and you feel a rough hand grab at your arm, yanking you up with no concern for your pregnant stomach. You yelp as you come face to face with a man - he’s pale, with a scruffy beard and a crooked nose, eyes empty of all empathy for anyone in the clinic. He’s pushing you through the door, another hunter grabbing the injured witch inside and dragging her along, and you feel yourself grow weaker at the sight of outside.

Some of the witches that had been in the clinic, some of the patients… if they were not laying motionless on the ground, staring lifelessly at the ceiling, they were huddled in a corner, tears running down their faces at the image of their fallen sisters and friends.

You’re shoved roughly onto a seat in the seating area. It’s unreal to think that not even 30 minutes ago, you were sitting here peacefully, not a care in the world. Now here you are, fearing for your life and the life of your unborn child. You see the witch from before being pushed to the floor, her leg dripping blood.

There are more hunters here, all different shapes and sizes but all with the hateful glint in their eyes as they glance at you. How… how did they get in? You turn your head slightly and meet eyes with the witch from earlier - her eyes are filled with tears, and at the realization that she’s locked eyes with you, she shakes her head. I’m sorry…

Cold despair hits you as if you’ve dived into the sea in winter. These people, these hunters… Chen was right. With him being an important vampire, he tended to be targeted more than the average 3rd class vampire. But why would that witch help hunters to target you-?

“Call him,” you hear, hissed into your ear as a hand threads painfully through your hair and yanks your head back. You narrow your eyes, trying to be as strong as possible. You know Chen is with his brothers, and if you call him in distress there’s a big chance that they’ll all come to help - but you find yourself doubting their power. These hunters managed to just kill an entire coven of witches in under 10 minutes. How would they fare against 9 1st class vampires? Were the hunters that strong? Could they… kill your husband?

“No,” you refuse, feeling tears slipping from your eyes at the throbbing pain in your head. An angry snarl resonates through the silence and you whimper, screwing your eyes tight.

“You’ll call him,” you hear another voice say, a feminine one, sickly sweet but with a bitter bite that sends chills throughout your body. Your breath catches in your throat as you feel something thin and cold trace over your stomach, and you feel anger mingle in with the fear in your heart. “Unless you want to lose your precious baby?”

Your arms shoot to cover your stomach in horror at her words, tears creating silvery paths down your face. You’re silent for a few minutes, refusing to answer for fear of what might happen either way. The hunter must take this silence as refusal, because she sighs in fake disappointment, bringing the knife above her head. “I’m not gonna lie,” she says with a devilish grin, “I’ve been wanting to do this since your pregnancy was announced.” And then she’s bringing the knife down.

Chen!” You scream the words before you know what’s happening, and then suddenly he’s there. The knife in the woman’s hand is flung across the room, embedded into the thick walls. Chen looks livid - and so do his brothers. At the sight of the 8 other men, the hunter’s faces turn an ashy grey. They obviously hadn’t expected all of EXO clan to be present.

Chen is passed talking to. Fangs bared, he charges at one of the hunters too quickly for them to process, tearing into their neck furiously. Feeling somebody behind him, Chen turns, grabbing the stake in the hunter’s hands and pushing it into her stomach. The rest of the hunters have been detained by his brothers, who’ve decided to hand over the hunters to the government.

“Chen!” Xiumin grunts, grabbing Chen’s arm in an attempt to prevent him from tearing the head off of the woman who had threatened to hurt you and his child. “We’ve got this-”

“I’m going to tear their limbs from their bodies,” Chen has stopped struggling but his eyes were still the darkest shade of black you’d ever seen. “They touched her. They hurt her.”

“ ____, Chen, she’s still here and she’s scared-” It seems as if Chen had forgotten you were still in the room, witnessing everything that had happened. You had moved to bend beside the witch that was to tell you the gender of your child, checking her injuries to see if it was anything too serious.

“I - I’m so sorry,” you uttered, tears falling down your face at the reminder that most of her sisters were dead. “I’m so, so, sorry… How did they get in?”

Although there were tears dripping down her face, she smiled. Her eyes flickered to someone behind you, before she was focusing on you again. “That witch you were asking about? I can only assume she was threatened. It’s a common hunter’s trick. It’s okay, really. None of us… none of us could’ve known that this would happen. All that’s important now is that most of us are okay… including the little boy you carry.”

You hear a sharp inhale behind you as you freeze, removing your hands from the arrow still in her leg to look at her. “A - a boy?” You feel Chen kneel down behind you, wrapping his arms around you and settling his hands onto your stomach.

“The potion is still in your system,” she whispers joyfully, watching as tears of happiness well in your eyes. “The little boy in you is strong, just like his parents.”

You’re approached by one of the other witches, who smiles weakly at your joyful expression. She offers to heal the witch in front of you with her magic, and lets you leave the shop in peace with the rest of the EXO clan in tow, dragging the unconscious hunters along.

“A boy,” you echo, “A boy, Chen!”

The Chen you saw earlier - the fangs, and the blackened eyes, the blood painting his hands - has completely disappeared. You swear you see tears well in his eyes but he’s pulling you closer before you can comment on them, letting you bury your head in the crook of his neck as you weep in happiness and sadness, for the losses and pain you’d experienced, but also for the little joy blooming inside of you.

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Consider - 19th century AU where Jeremy lives in a local village near an 'abandoned' castle, and who gains the attention of a certain, reclusive vampire. Said creature protects him when Jeremy walks in the woods, and the two end up confronting. Michael, in turn, has found himself smitten with Jer ever since he first saw him, and has been attempting to seduce him (With... pretty good results???). The two become close, as Jer has to protect Michael from a monster hunter, calling himself the SQUIP.

you know, I started reading this ask thinking it was gonna be a Beauty and the Beast au until I hit the word “vampire” and then I realized this train was not heading for the destination I thought it was. 

I’m not a big fan of non-modern stuff so I’d probably never write this but I absolutely love the idea of vampire!michael who is shit at socializing because he’s spent the past few decades sulking in a castle trying to pretend he is a Totally Normal Human Being in order to gain the affections of the most gorgeous boy he has ever met in his life, while Jeremy I Have Two Eyes You Dumb Fuck Heere pretty much immediately sees through michael’s bullshit. jeremy only plays along with michael’s lying just so he won’t freak out, acting like he is completely unaware of his new friend’s supernaturalness. 

unfortunately, jeremy may have seen through michael’s identity, but he sure as fuck hasn’t figured out that michael wants to marry him and make him co-owner of the surprisingly well-kept castle. jeremy just thinks michael wants a friend after being alone for so long. cue montage of these two idiots becoming great friends and falling in love and pining after each other. all while michael is desperately trying and failing to pretend he’s a mere mortal who doesn’t wanna sink his teeth into jeremy’s veins because he doesn’t want to frighten jeremy off. 

aaand then some monster hunter called the squip comes along for michael’s head, and michael is so sure this is the end of everything, that jeremy will never smile at him again once he knows. 

so when the squip says, “he’s a vampire,” michael knows it’s all over.

except jeremy crosses his arms and says, “I already knew that. and I don’t care.”

michael doesn’t know if he’s going to survive this, but goddamn, if they both get out of this alive, he’s asking this boy to marry him. 

I will always be with you.

Characters: Dean, Reader, their daughter, Sam and mentions of Cas

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Its fluffy, with a smidgen of angst

Summary: Dean’s daughter is a little cutie pie who can’t fall back to sleep so she asks her Dad to tell her a story. And, it reveals so much more.

A/N: I don’t know everyone, I was having daddy!dean feels today and this is the result. Thank you for reading and I hope everyone enjoys. Feedback is highly appreciated. Have a super duper Tuesday!

Originally posted by castiel-rising

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Close Up

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Wolf!AU

Word Count: ONESHOT(ish) 1.5k

A/N: i was thinking of making this a series or at least a longer scenario but I’m not 100% sure, if you like this and want this to be a series please comment and say! thank you! enjoy! I also should be doing my assignments but instead, I’m here, on Tumblr. 

Originally posted by 305heaux

he had watched you from afar for so long.

His wolf instinct telling him to go and claim you but his brain was telling him the opposite.

The village was constantly warning each other about the dangers of werewolves and other supernatural beings.

You were so fragile, so innocent…he didn’t want to scare you. But he didn’t know how much longer he could hold back.  

Werewolves didn’t usually mate with humans from your village. it was quite confusing to the entire werewolf community how a bunch of normal humans could be rounded up and groomed to hate and hunt the werewolf race.

You, thankfully were not one of these trained werewolf hunters; instead, you were gifted with the pleasure of being the baker’s daughter, someone who was taught patience and care.

He couldn’t help but stare at you for longer than he should, your beauty was magnificent.

“kai! Come on we have to leave” His elder brother suho beckoned.

Kai let out a small whine before tearing his eyes away from his beloved mate.

A presence had been following you for a while now.

At least, you thought it was a presence.

You had no idea why or who was following you, but you weren’t afraid nor did you feel on edge or threated; you felt safe.

“Y/N can you please get the washing from outside” your mother demanded as she flicked her wrist towards the door.

Your mother’s tone was strangely different to what you were used to. She was never this hostile or demanding.

The bakery business that your father owned had been struggling lately, this put a lot of pressure on the whole entire family.

To be honest, you felt useless…no, more like you didn’t belong to the right family…or maybe to the right village.

Rules and laws passed by the villages leaders were strange and isolating.

You weren’t allowed to venture outside the village walls past 5pm, if you were caught you were to suffer in solitary confinement for 5 days.

Contact with other villages was only permitted to those blessed and purified by the leaders and if anyone else was caught, they were banished and sacrificed to the wolves.

oh, the wolves…you were always so curious about the wolves.

You had heard tales of werewolves and their rituals; how they’d run through the forest on a full moon…how they were ‘dangerous’ and demonic beings.

You were often scowled about your curiosity for the creatures. You didn’t know why but something drew you to them. You wanted to know more.

You could tell it was late by the way the sound of crickets flooded your ears.

The feeling of sleep was still very present as you turned over in your bed, confused as to why you were suddenly awake.

The feeling of open air drifting through your window sent shivers down your spine. You quickly shuffled towards the window in a weak attempt to keep warmth in your room.

As your hand reached up to grasp the wooden frames in your hand your ears perked up as through the darkness of the forest soft whimpers could be heard…

A wolf…it must have fallen into one of the hunter’s traps.

You hesitantly turned around as you tried to drown out the cries for help. It wouldn’t be long now, one of the hunters would soon appear and tak-…finish him off…

Almost in a flash your legs started climbing out the window without your brains permission.

Curiosity was getting the better of you but you knew you had to check it out or what ifs would haunt you for years to come.

Your dress was glowing as the white silk reflected the light of the moon. The night air brushed past your shivering body as you moved against it, determined to set your eyes on the mysterious wolf.

As the twigs crunched beneath your feet you bite your lip nervously. This was probably a mistake but you couldn’t care less. You had to find out for yourself if what the village was saying was true.

For all your life, you had listened to everyone else. Always been the good girl your mother and village elders wanted you to be.

Dreams and hopes were something people like you didn’t know, something you knew you would never be able to have.

A black wolf lay by the river as it whined and sulked…but it was not injured or in any danger.

You furrowed your brow as you stalked closer to the wolf, any spike of fear disappearing as you admired the creature in front of you.

At the sound of twigs snapping the wolf pounced up in alarm as it turned to you in a haste.

You gasped before jumping back and putting your hands up in defensive trying to show that you mean no harm.

“no! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you! My name is y/n and I mean no harm!” you blurted out quickly, not even sure if you were speaking to a werewolf or just a regular wolf; but if your life was on the line, it was worth a try.

The wolf stared at you for a solid minute before relaxing his state and staring at you with interest. There was something about the feeling of the wolf looking at you that felt so familiar.

But you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“are you a werewolf?” you squeaked as you moved closer towards the large wolf.

A simple sound of acknowledgment was made from the wolf as it shuffled its body to face you more.

You couldn’t tell if that was a yes or no, but judging by the fact that he understood your question you guessed that it was a yes.

“do…do you think I could see your human form?” you asked nervously as your eyes remained locked with his golden ones. The wind ruffled his black fur as the wolf watched you closely before retreating behind a tree.

You breathed hitched as you heard the sounds of the seemingly painful transformation. The wolfs whines turned into soft human groans; man groans.

You clutched one hand in the other as he shuffled around, anticipation filling your body and questions filling your mind.

Carefully, long legs stretched out from behind the tree, ripped pants clinging tightly to them as the muscular male revealed himself.

You almost gasped at how beautiful he looked as the moon shone upon him. His chest was bare and his hair a mess; but his eyes gazed down at you as if he had known you for years.

“what is your name?” you asked as he walked slowly towards you, almost as if he had been waiting for this day for centuries.

He let out a held in breath as he observed your features carefully.

“you are even prettier up close” he whispered to himself but the comment caught your attention.

“you…you know me, don’t you?” you asked as he stood still right in front of you. His height and width slightly intimidating but something about it felt right.

“well, I guess you could say that” as he smiled down at you.

Your heart stopped for a brief second as your eyes cast upon that darn smile. The one smile you never wanted to stop seeing.  

“have you been watching me?” you asked softly, not knowing how your voice was able to sound so stable whilst in the presence of such magnificence.

He let out a hearty laugh before shaking his head “don’t say it like that. It sounds so creepy” he argued.

“well then what would you call it?” you argued back playfully as your arms crossed over your chest.

“I just wanted to make sure you were safe…it’s what a mate is supposed to do” he said proudly as he continued to stare at you fondly.

“mate?” you asked in confusion as your body shivered once more from the cold.

You watched as his arms opened, ready to pull you into the warmth of his body but stopped and decided against it.

“it’s a long story…maybe I could tell it to you sometime?” he asked as his hand reached up to scratch the back of his head and his eyes darted to the ground in fear of rejection.

“I would really like that” you smiled up at him, as you started to sway with glee and delight.

His head shot up and your unexpected answer before that beloved smile of his appeared on his face again.

“you’re not afraid of me?” he asked worriedly as he searched your eyes for answers.

You reached up bravely and placed a small kiss on his cheek, causing a hot flush to rush to both of your faces.

“would I do that if I was?” you questioned as you started backing away from the wolf, hearing the sounds of human panic back at the village.

“you should go…but, you’ll find me, won’t you?” you asked biting your lip to keep your smile from spreading any further.

“of course, I will, until next time Y/n. I’m kai by the way” he answered as he watched you back away into the night.

Kai…until next time.


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Isaac x Reader (Requested by

I was wondering if you could do a Teen Wolf Isaac Lahey femreader where she’s a mute ice fae. So she’s always cold to the touch and can freeze things/people. But she hides it from everyone till she’s out with Isaac for whatever reason and maybe Kali or Enid (or was it Enis lol) attack which causes her to reveal herself by freezing the attacker behind Isaac.

When you moved to Beacon Hills, you had a feeling you would fit in. You didn’t know why though. It was a town of humans and you were anything but. Sure, you looked like one, but you were something else completely.

When you were little, people would ask why you were always cold and you would tell them the truth, but you were so young they just thought you were playing pretend and would ask your parents instead.

As you grew up, you became better at lying. You had a list of lies in your head to tell people if they asked you anything to personal.

It wasn’t until you were in middle school did you tell someone the truth again. You thought you could trust them and let’s be honest, you had a small crush on them. You thought they’d like you if they knew. How wrong you were. Turns out, they were from a family of hunters.

That was the point in your life that made you mute. You had decided if you couldn’t think about what your big mouth was going to say before you said it, then you weren’t going to say anything at all. So you learned Sign Language and learned how to write fast so you could reply to people.

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Title: Important

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Word Count: 2100

Triggers: Self-harm, Self-hate

Request: if you don’t mind writing a Cas fic, I was wondering if you could do one where the reader self harms and she realizes she need help and goes to Cas about it. Thank you so much. It means a lot

A/N: This one was a little tough as I don’t know Castiel’s character as well as I know Sam and Dean. I tried my best and did what I could. I hope you enjoy it. I’ve been clean for 2 months today!! I’m super happy about it and so proud of myself and I just thought I should share. Any feedback is appreciated :)

It was a typical day in the bunker. Sam and Dean were in the library doing research on a vampire nest in Wyoming. You were helping earlier but you couldn’t stand the silence and you couldn’t sit still for more that five minutes.

 Today, the world felt a little heavier than the previous one. Although they all seemed to be pretty dark lately. It was becoming a struggle to even get out of bed in the morning. If you could sleep forever, it still wouldn’t be long enough. The thing is, you were tired. Not of the job, not of Sam and Dean, and not of lack of sleep. You were tired of feeling like you weren’t good enough. You were never the most popular girl and school; not that you wanted to be, but boys wouldn’t look at you and ask you to go out to dinner on Friday nights. You weren’t paper thin like the boys liked, you didn’t have hair down to your ass and you didn’t wear makeup like all the other girls. You had some meat on your bones, you weren’t overweight and you knew that, you just didn’t believe it. You didn’t think you were attractive in the slightest. It worried you a little. One day, the boys might need someone to be the distraction and you couldn’t because there is no way someone who looked like you would ever be a distraction.


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I Miss Our Talks

Requested by: @willowing-love (aka my fav angsty queen)

Drabble Prompts: “You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her” AND “I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend.”

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: angst to fluff

A/N: that awkward moment when youre supposed to be writing a drabble and it turns into a fucking oneshot. *WHOOPS*

“Where’s Cas?” you asked, looking around the room and seeing no one but the brothers.

“With Meg,” Dean muttered, staring at Sam’s laptop screen.

You felt a pang in your chest, clenching your jaw at Dean’s reply.

Fucking Meg.

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I get it

ask me how much

Smile at your soft kink

I will never try

I will never be what you need

I am not a hunter

I am what I am

If you want that then please indulge

Soft kink

thinking about that a lot lately.

Moments of eye contact

Moments where your eyes ask me

Moments where your eyes need me

Yet you could never

You have beautiful eyes

But you could never.

Just a fun idea.

I remember being young

And sad

And afraid

And hoping I would become a real human

A lovable human

So is that what I am?

No not really

A mask on a mask on a mask

Until I tell myself I hate it

Yet it is there

It is there because I created it

Wanting to die

Just an adult version of confused sadness

I am confused

Sexuality is so meaningless

I just want your humanity

I will do as you please when you show me it.


Sometimes I forget that I have skills

That I can create art.

Well not this

But an echo of it

A derivative

There is this piece I wrote

Where I talked about walking into the hole

The black hole

Then you found women who fit the narrative

And walked into it.

But they didn’t want that

They didn’t need that

You behaved selfishly

Those memories make me smile

In the way a evil person smiles


anonymous asked:

dating T'challa headcanons!!!!! !!!


  • It would be difficult at first, considering he spends so much of his time, y’know, being a prince, but it would be all the more worth it. Though you weren’t royalty, he would love you all the same, standing up for you when someone decided to talk about how you didn’t deserve him.
  • When you finally see him in his armor, the first thing you do is make a joke about, “wow, didn’t know you had a leather kink.” He would laugh behind his mask, which would make you laugh to see this fierce warrior doubled over in laughter.
  • T’Challa would find comfort in venting to you about his past, more specifically about the death of the mother he never got to know. He would come to you any time his adopted older brother, Hunter, made him feel guilty for the death of their mother, finding solace in your embrace.
  • Sometimes he would catch himself saying things to you in Wakandan without realizing it. He would mutter how beautiful he thought you were, or how much he loved you, then he would laugh and tell you again in English so you could actually understand him. Eventually you would pick up phrases here and there and ask him to teach you the language.
  • The first thing T’challa would teach you to say in Wakandan would be “My boyfriend is the hottest human being alive.”
  • One time, during sex, he called you his kitten, to which you would laugh and respond, “I’m not the one who runs around dressed up like one.”
  • Speaking of sex, it would be mind blowing. His confidence would intoxicate you, and the fact that a literal prince worshiped your body definitely boosted your self esteem.
  • Once the Avengers visited him in Wakanda, and he had to stop Thor from hitting on you. After hearing the God say that your body belonged on a painting in the great halls of Asgard, T’challa nearly ripped his head off. Luckily, you were there to stop him from doing exactly that.
  • His half-brother, Jakarra, would take an interest in you, always striking up conversations with you whenever you were around. He loved to listen to your stories, which made always made T’challa smile. He loved to see you getting along with his family.
For those who ship Billdip!

Monster Falls AU
Pairing: Bill/Dipper
Stockholm Syndrome
It was dark—the young stag was all alone. The pounding of his hooves brushed against the dirt and leaves of the forest. He didn’t dare look back, for that would only cause him to shriek and stumble upon the ground. Dipper kept galloping without so much as a single halt.
The creature crept dangerously closer behind his aching rear legs, yet, he still kept going. Although, it would only be a matter of time until his legs would give in due to the decrease of oxygen in his lungs. His throat began to burn as he let out a choked cough that begged to be released. His vision blurred suddenly from exhaustion. Due to this misfortune, his front hooves tangled for just a small second—dragging him face-first to the ground.
“Oof!” Dipper grunted with a muffled breath. Before he even got the chance to sprint away, he felt piercing claws dig into his skin, causing him to jerk in pain. Dipper cried in anguish as he met eyes with the creature. Not just any creature—no. A Chimera. Its fangs; sharp and deadly with no disappointment. This is it, he thought in dismay. Feeling helpless, his eyes stung from his salty tears.
With beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, Dipper’s anticipation grew, preparing himself for the worst to come. However, it never did. Instead he heard the loud booms of a gunshot. Instantly, the beast fell to its side—Dipper now free from its proximity. His breath caught in his throat at the sight in front of him.
Dipper’s eyes followed the bloody trail to who/whatever was responsible for this. He wanted to thank what the hell saved his life, only to regret gazing at the rifle pointing directly towards him. Shit, he thought. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Run?! Yeah….already tried that.
The boy’s heart began pounding out of his chest. Slowly, he began to back away from the hunter, who, had a malicious grin on his face that seemed too inhuman, considering the way one of the man’s teeth stood out on the inside of his left cheek. Too sharp for a human being. Obviously because he wasn’t. What was he?
Dipper’s breath hitched in his throat—ears perking up—as he met with a tree bark behind him. Cornering him. “Aren’t you a beauty?” The man said, amused. Dipper cowered in terror—ears slouched down on either sides of his head—at the shrilling cackle that echoed through the woods, making his spine quiver. “Gotcha.”
The stag huffed in frustration and defeat—his head lowered—averting the man’s gaze as he felt the hunter absorb his entire entity. Why doesn’t he just shoot already? Dipper’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he felt ropes suddenly tighten around his hooves. “Argh!” Dipper cried as his front hooves were dragged to the ground. In a sort of praying or bowing position.
“Tsk, tsk,” said the man, resting his rifle under Dipper’s neck. This gave the quivering stag a chance to take a good look at the predator. Tall, blond, intimidating, and very handsome. His gloved hands firmly grasped around his weapon as the devious smile on his face never ceased. Dipper’s sweaty palms tightened around the stranger’s gloved ones—his eyes pleading—as the hunter smirked in return. “Now, now, my deer. Don’t be alarmed. The forest will be just fine without its prince.”
Dipper didn’t know how to react—he couldn’t. Before he knew it, he was out cold. The hunter chuckled to himself as he carried unconscious Dipper into a special place deep within the forest. “I have so much in store for you, deer. just you wait.”
As Dipper’s weary eyelids slowly began to open, he aroused from his slumber. Suddenly, he became vigilant. He eyed his surroundings, not a single tree was familiar to him and he began to feel nauseous. His heart began to race. Had Dipper realized that everything was upside down? Or was it just him?
“Oh my God! What? Where am I? Why am I hanging from a tree?!” The stag’s breath hitched in his throat as he managed to look above him—his rear legs were tied to the rope as it was to the tree. “Help! Please! Somebody help me!” Dipper yelled. Instantly, his eyes laid on the yellow tent in front of him. “How did I get here? Argh! What’s going on?!”
It was still dark out, probably midnight by now. It was also spring. Which means…mating season. Dipper was starting to get urges. Even the simplest of things would turn him on. He had his eyes on another creature for awhile, but unfortunately, what could he possibly do now? It seems as if it’s too late to find a mate. He wasn’t familiar with this part of the forest. It seemed to be abandoned. Dipper was frustrated and stressed, however, his urges weren’t helping the slightest.
He needed to do something—anything—to get his mind off of his current situation. “Mph,” Dipper bit his lip to prevent from moaning. But from what? He felt his cock twitch suddenly. The stag knew just what to do. He might as well, considering that this will probably be his last few minutes on Earth. “Shit..”
His trembling fingers traced below his torso, creeping closer to his aching penis. Finally, after much deliberation, he went for it. Slowly, the stag began to stroke himself, exploring his anatomy. “Oh, fuck,” Dipper cried, speeding up the pace. “Yes. Yes… Yes!” If the stag were to die this very moment, he didn’t care right now. He was to busy pleasing himself. Dipper was in ecstasy.
However, the stag’s pleasurable cries had ceased the very moment he heard the snap of a twig, his ears perked up suddenly. His blood started pounding as his breath quickened. “Who’s there?!” Dipper stammered, breathless. A familiar spine-tingling cackle rang in his ears. Then suddenly, the stag remembered: the Chimera, the rifle that pointed directly at him, and then the hunter…
Dipper yelped at the unexpected presence in front of him. The hunter! Where the hell did he come from?! The man chuckled, sending shivers down Dipper’s spine. “How’s it hanging, kid?” Oh my God. Did he really just say that? The stranger caught Dipper’s aghast affect, very entertained from his expression.
“What’s the matter? You look like a deer caught in headlights.” Wow. He could do this all night. Dipper rolled his eyes at that one, considering he was only half deer. Still. The stag caught the man’s eyes for just a millisecond until he realized where he had been looking. Dipper gasped, blushing furiously. “Fuck,” he profaned, causing the man to smirk.
“Well, well, well,” the man began. “If you wanted to be released, you could’ve just said so, Pine Tree.” Okay, seriously? Does this guy ever know when to-wait…no. No! “Bill?!” It’s not. It can’t be! Bill Cipher?!
“Hello, Pine Tree!” Bill retorted, cheerfully, almost singing. It is. Oh, God. It’s him! “Let me go,” Dipper remarked, to which Bill had strangely obliged to do so. “My pleasure,” Bill retorted, reaching into his pocket to reveal a pocket-knife. Within seconds, Dipper landed face-first to the ground. Despite his injuries from prior events, he was willing to make a run for it. That was until he felt the weight of a heavy boot being pressing against his back.
A sense of déjà vu crept upon him. “Not again..” Dipper muttered. Bill laughed at the sight of his misery. “Leaving so soon, Pine Tree?” Dipper resisted the urge to huff and retorted. “You let me go, didn’t you?”
“True, yes. However, I’d rather you stay here. With me…” Bill retorted, emphasizing the last two words. Dipper froze at the feeling of Bill’s fingertips brushing against his fur. He tried so hard. He really did. The poor stag couldn’t refrain from letting a soft moan escape his lips. “Sensitive, aren’t ya, kid?” Bill laughed.
“Shut up. It’s mating season! Why don’t you just do whatever the fuck you want with me already?” Dipper defended. Taking in the new information, Bill smirked. “Mating season, huh? Well, I hate to tell you this, Pine Tree, but you’re not gonna find anyone specific to play around with in this part of the forest.”
Dipper stifled from letting another moan escape his lips. “What the h-hell are y-you doing, Bill?” Poor Dipper was so strangely turned on right now. It was the wrong time. Especially since it’s because of the wrong person. “What the-?” The stag questioned as he felt a collar being tightened around his neck, but not as chafing. He’d be able to breath.
Bill admired the material around the stag’s delicate neck. His gloved hands yanked the chained collar, throwing Dipper’s head back ever so slightly. “I think you just found yourself a mate,” he retorted. Dipper was caught by surprise as he felt ravenous lips touch his. He soon found his own lips deepening into the kiss. The stag’s trembling fingers trailed up Bill’s jawline, continuously caressing every inch of his face.
Bill decided to explore Dipper’s fascinating anatomy. Slowly, he retracted his fingers from Dipper’s luscious fur to his chest. It’s like Bill’s finger’s had a mind of their own. They decided to go south and Bill didn’t hesitate, let alone consider to do so.
From chest to torso, Bill dared to go further. That was until he felt Dipper squirm underneath him. The stag stopped his own caressing to tightly grasping Bill’s curious and eager hands. “N-no, please,” he implored. “Aw, come on now. Don’t tell me you weren’t enjoying this.” Bill teased. Dipper’s cheeks flushed as he panted heavily. “No! I-I was…”
“Then what’s the matter?” Bill questioned impatiently. Dipper sighed. “I want this so badly-” his words were cut off from Bill’s shushing. “That’s all I needed to hear,” he retorted. “This can’t work, Bill!” Dipper cried, earning a sigh from the other. At that, Dipper’s ears dropped to either side of his head in disappointment. “I’ll make it work,” said Bill, earning a confused expression from Dipper.
The stag’s ears perked up as he heard the sound of a zipper come undone. He knew what was coming. “Wait, Bill! You shouldn’t do-agh!” Dipper’s words trailed off as soon as Bill forced himself inside him. Dipper grasped tiny layers of grass as Bill began to thrust. Hearing Dipper’s moans only made him go faster.
Bill placed his other hand right where it was before, trailing just below Dipper’s torso. When the stag didn’t hesitate, he went for it. Bill began stroking gently just for a soft touch, but that was until arousal got the best of him. He began to stroke faster and harder with each thrust. As he heard Dipper’s loud cries of ecstasy, he felt himself coming close, too. And then they released.
Bill’s trembling legs gave up on him, causing him to collapse on top of the stag, exhausted. Bill continued to caress the stag’s luscious fur like it was his prized possession. “You know something, Pine Tree?” Bill questioned suddenly. “What is it?” Dipper retorted. “I think I’ve grown rather fawned of you.”
A/N: For my dear friend, pikachu05748!

I love and miss you so much, Nina! I hope you’re having an amazing summer…without me! :)

Thanks for reading and I hope it was worth posting on this damn site!

Inle symbolizes things moving, variable, hospitality, errors, hospitals, homes for elderly, charities, animal protection societies, betrayals, dependencies, escapism, isolated work, the occult, espionage, camouflage, martyrdom, sacrifice, service and the collective unconscious. The children of Inle are intuitive, compassionate, mystical, humble, adaptable, sensitive, inspiring, slaughtered, responsive, imaginative, generous, sentimental, charitable, Bohemians, well-intentioned idealistic, visionary, traditional, pious and hypersensitive.

Inle is Doctor in Orisa. Pattern of the doctors and the owner of the fish River. The deity of the economy is extractive or specifically fishing and the harvest pre-agricultural environment. He is a doctor, Hunter and fisherman. Inle is very beautiful and androgynous. He is the personification of the Earth, life on land and in water. Its color is the combination of blue and green and coral. Their days are Fridays and the 24th (mainly on 24 October, as it is his official day). Inle does not speak, only through Yemaya. Afflictions that protects us is everything you can acquire the human being. CREDITS: COMUNIDAD RELIGIOSA

Inspired by a speech from the late, great Carl Sagan on a photograph taken of the Earth from 6 billion km away, to remind me how words are beautiful, and that perspective shows you everything-

“From this distant vantage point the Earth might not seem of any particular interest- for us, its different. Consider again at that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there-on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.“