i feel like a walking lie

Angry Spencer

“Hey. First of all I love how you write💕.Can you do a imagine like this :you’re are Spencer s bestfriend and he’s mad at you because you helped with the lie that Emily is dead (season 6) , you have a fight and he tells something like “I’m so mad at you ,I could kiss you.” Thank you 💕”


Thanks!!! Hope this works for you!!

“Reid! Reid please come back here and talk to me!” you yelled, watching Spencer ignore you once again, walking away from you in the bullpen.

Spencer had just found out last week that Emily was not actually dead, and that you, Hotch, and JJ had covered for her without telling him. The fact that you knew made him feel especially betrayed, as you two had become extremely close friends during his grieving process. He came to your house almost every night to talk and hang out, not wanting to be alone in his sadness.

After work at the BAU, you decided to take matters into your own hands and go to confront Spencer at his apartment. You knocked on the door lightly, slowly moving out of the way of the peep hole so Spence wouldn’t see you and hopefully open the door. As soon as he opened it and saw you, he tried to close it again, but you stopped him.

“Spencer please, we have to talk about this,” you say, forcing your way into his apartment.

Spencer turned around and closed the door, with a look of fury in his eyes.

“Talk about what?!” Spencer yelled. “Talk about how you lied to me, how I could have gone back on my meds, how you didn’t feel the need to tell your best friend something to make him happy again? Is that what you want to talk about?”

Beginning to feel frustrated, you yelled back, “Spencer! I did that for your own good and safety. Hotch would have fired me, and Em wouldn’t have been safe, and–”

“God, I’m so mad I could kiss you right now!” Spencer said, cutting you off.

Both of you fell silent.

Spencer looked over at you, his cheeks red. 

“What did you say, Spence?” you asked, looking back over at him.

He took a few steps closer to you, his body now only a few inches away from yours.

“I said that I was so mad, I could kiss you,” he said, then leaned in, placing his hands on your cheeks.

His lips connected with yours, and your lips began to move in unison with one another. You wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with his hair.

After pulling back, you looked up at Spencer. “I didn’t know I had to make you mad for you to finally kiss me,” you say with a small smirk.

Spencer smiled back. “I’m still not too happy about the Emily situation, but our time together has made me realize how I feel. I like you more than a best friend Y/N. I want to be your boyfriend, so I can kiss you like that every day.”

“I could want nothing more, Spencer.”

SF9 as Iconic Song Lyrics

Youngbin: you’re the one that I want woo hoo hoo chanie honey


Jae Yoon: I like big butts and I cannot lie.

Da Won: makin’ my way downtown walking fast faces pass and I’m home bound *piano rift*

Zu Ho: do you ever feel like a plastic bag

RoWoon: HIT IT FERGIE allthetimeiturnaroundbrothersgatherroundalwayslookingatmeupanddownlooking atmyUHHHH

Taeyang: hey lil mama lemme whisper in ya ear


Chan: CANT TOUCH THIS dun nuh nuh nuh

Lunatic Part IV

Werewolf!AU You x Yoongi

Rated: M smut

Word Count: 3636

Part III | Part V

A/N: Here it is lovelies!  I tried to add some actual wolf part in here and I hope it’s good.  Honestly I expected part four to be the last part but you guys like it so much that I’m already thinking about what to put into part five.  

The day before you left their dorm Jungkook took you out for that walk he promised.  The city was still fairly empty so long as you both wandered around narrow residential streets.  Just like an older brother he questioned you over and over if you were positive about your decision.  Having him patronize you for the better part of 15 minutes was emotionally draining and far from your comfortable chit chat.

“Y/N I just want to be positive that it’s how you really feel about him and not because he said he needs you now.”  Jungkook huffed when you were getting tired of his endless barrage of questioning.  “Mostly it’s because of just how good he is in bed.”  You tried to joke and lift the mood but Jungkook gave you a very disgusted face.    

“Ew you are so nasty.”  He shook his head trying not to see any terrible image he’d rather never think about.  You laugh at his reaction and it reminds you of something you’d wanted to ask.  

“So, um, speaking of that.”  You started and he looked horrified.  “Please no.”  He begged.  “No what?  What do you think I’m going to say?”  You ask.  “I don’t know.  Anything.  Just don’t give me any details or anything.  I really don’t want to know.”  He grimaced and kept trying to keep his mind from wandering.  

“Ew.  Kookie you really think I’m like that?”  You couldn’t believe he would even imagine you giving him the little details of your sex life.  “No I just wanted to ask you how long you stuck around last night.  Like how long were you in the house?”  As you were asking the question Jungkook’s face slowly turned pale.  Now he really was remembering things he had tried so hard to drink away last night.  

He had to stop walking and rub over his face to collect himself.  “Oh god, too long that’s all you need to know.”  He mumbled and tried to pass it off but that only made you embarrassed and more curious.  “Like how long is too long?  How much did you hear?”  He groaned from your question and stepped away but you held onto his arm.

“Oh my god why do you want to know so bad?”  He still tried to brush off your questions but you stand firm.  “Just tell me please?  I just want to know.”  You whine and plead and he finally gives in.  “Fine.  When Suga shut the door I paced the hall in case you screamed or something, not because I wanted to hear anything.  For a few minutes it was totally silent until I heard some tearing sound and you yelped so I got closer to the door to hear if you needed help.  Yoongi said something about birth control and then there was another ripping sound.  After that the two of you started moaning and I had heard enough.  I figured you were okay so I left.  I’ll have you know that I drank quite heavily last night to try and forget about that but you just had to bring it back.”  

Jungkook crossed his arms and turned away leaving you red faced to settle your knew found information.  Having your best friend hear you having sex with his bandmate was just as mortifying as you expected it to be.  “Sorry..”  You said quietly not sure what else you could say in this situation.  “Kookie you’re such a good friend for looking out for me.  I don’t deserve you.”  You linked your arms in one of his and pout for good measure.  

“Yea yea.  You’re right and you owe me.”  He states and you nod.  “I think I can pay for your therapy sessions.”  Finally he laughed with you and the two of you continued your walk.  

When you got back to their dorm everyone but Yoongi had gone out.  The two of you exchange phone numbers after you pack up your things.  He said he’d text you later and you could figure out how to have a date between their busy schedule and you being so far away.    

Jungkook let Yoongi come with you to the train station.  The trip was awkward to say the least.  As soon as you left the house Jungkook threw his arm around your shoulders like he always did.  Yoongi stood on your other side and wrapped his arm around your waist and gave Kookie the death glare until he dropped his arm and walked a bit further away.  


November has finally brought the chill down south.  It’s a very clear night when you’re walking home late from work.  Once again you find yourself watching the gleaming full moon more than watching where you’re going.  Not that you really needed to look.  You’ve walked these streets your whole life.  You could probably find your way home blindfolded.  

It’s been exactly a month since you visited the boys for chuseok.  Since then You and Yoongi had gotten to know each other over text and even one phone call but you still hadn’t had a date.  None the less he was always very attentive to your words and was overall very witty and charming.  

Looking at the moon tonight you couldn’t help but wonder how he was feeling this time.  You hadn’t heard from him in the last two days and you couldn’t help but wonder.  Was he craving your body?  Were you actually feeling a bit jealous that he could possibly be sleeping with other girls without you there?  Well he said it himself that other girls weren’t good enough anymore and you hope that’s true.  

A few blocks away from your house you get an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.  Your eyes look away from the sky and scan your surroundings.  Everything seems normal but you can’t shake the bad feeling.  The closer you get to your house the more it eats away at you.  It’s drawing you in but making you want to flee at the same time.  Each one of your steps is slower and more calculated.  

Your doorway is finally in sight and you consider making a break for it.  That is until you hear a low growl come from the side street on the other end.  All of your hairs stand on end and you freeze in place.  A large dark form comes around the corner and you almost faint.  The only thing keeping you from blacking out is the two gold eyes staring back at you.  

You recognize them as Yoongi’s right away but actually seeing him in his wolf form makes you too scared to move.  He stops and stands in the light of the street lamp and waits.  It takes you still a few more moments and deep breaths to step forward.  You hadn’t expected him to be quite so large and intimidating.  He was more the size of a lion than a normal wolf.  His back could easily be more than waist high.  

He continues to silently watch you with those piercing eyes.  His breath rolls around his snout in large billows of mist through the frigid air.  Then finally he huffs and starts walking away down the street.  He takes a few steps before turning to look back at you.  You get the hint to follow him and the two of you move forward.  

It’s exhilarating to be following this great beast through the night.  You’re frightened to think about where he might be leading you and if anyone would see him like that.  When you notice that he’s heading farther and farther from the city your panic rises.  Your legs are starting to tire from how far he’s taking you after you’d been at work all day.  

He must’ve noticed your slow in pace because the gap between you has gradually gotten smaller.  The two of you now are only a few feet apart.  You reach a small woodland area and he stops before it slops up in a steep hill.  Your legs protest the thought of having to climb it.  Yoongi sits and looks back at you.  Somewhere you find some courage to approach him.  

He never stops watching you even when you’re right next to him at his shoulder.  He reaches out and tucks his nose under your hand like a docile puppy asking for petting.  You pull back your hand at first because you’re startled but he waits patiently for you to run your hand over his head.  You continue the motion taking in just how warm and soft his thick fur is.  

When he’s pleased enough he uses his front paw to pull you closer.  He points with his nose toward his back as way to tell you to get on.  You hesitate but he persists until you place your legs on either side of his back.  He stands back up and waits for you to settle and get a good hold on his fur.  Then he’s off straight up the hill at a run.  

With his long stride you’re at the top in no time.  He stops at a ledge with a clearing and sits carefully for you to get down.  Once you’re back on your own two feet he moves forward a bit to lay looking out over the edge.  You follow and are stunned by the breathtaking sight of the city below with the moon and stars over it all.  

Yoongi barely takes his eyes away from the sight while you sit beside him.  His stoic beauty only adds to the scenery.  His shimmering eyes soak in every ray of moonlight and make him look positively radiant.  

The two of you sit silently enjoying the moment for a little while until the cold night air is sinking into your bones.  Yoongi doesn’t mind you keeping your hands warm in his thick fur so long as you’re touching him.  

He rises and once again offers for you to get on his back.  If it weren’t for your aching cold body you might have protested but not tonight.  Again he takes off as soon as you are settled.  

The wind whips by and stings at your eyes.  Steam billows around you from his heaving breathing and you can barely make out any of the buildings that fly past your vision.  This time he keeps running until you’re a block away from your house again.  

You walk the rest of the way to your door and he follows along behind.  After punching in the keycode you stand in the doorway waiting for his decision.  You are afraid that the magic of it all might burst and fade as soon as you step inside your house alone.  “You can come in.”  You say through chattering teeth.  

If a wolf could smirk you’re sure that is exactly what you saw.  Yoongi walks right up to you and through the door that you hold open.  You follow and close the door behind you.  He sits patiently a few feet away while you turn on some lights and undo your winter layers.  You stand there awkwardly not sure what to do.  “Um. Can I get you anything?  Water maybe?”  You ask and he nods.  

You both go to your kitchen and you open one of the cupboards.  You go to grab a cup but stop.  “Do you want a cup or a bowl?”  You turn to ask him.  He taps his foot twice on the floor.  “So bowl?”  Again he nods.  You fill the bowl with water and set it on the floor for him.  He drinks it down quickly and you fill it again.  The sight of a huge wolf drinking in the middle of your kitchen is certainly bizarre and unexpected.  

Yoongi continues to quietly follow you around the house while you get ready for bed.  When you’re ready to finally crawl into your sheets he’s there standing in your bedroom doorway unsure if he could come in or not.  “You can sleep here.”  You say patting your pillows.  Your queen size bed would be much cozier tonight with him there.  

He comes in and jumps up onto the bed and it creaks a bit under his weight.  You slip in under the covers next to him and turn the lights off.  Sleep threatens to drag you in the minute your head hits the pillow.  

Then you feel a heavy paw fall over your chest making you look over at him.  Like always you can mostly only see his eyes in the dark but the moon is shining in through the window and you can see most of his face.  

He’s looking at you expectantly and you’re not really sure what he wants.  You try to busy yourself with petting the soft paw.  He leans in to lick your cheek again and as if on instinct you kiss his cheek in return.  Immediately the wolf fades away to show the man and Yoongi is laying naked on your bed.  

“Oh finally.  I thought you’d never kiss me.”  Yoongi smiles.  His lips connect with yours right away in a gentle kiss.  “Sorry for the unannounced visit love.  I just missed you so much.”  He growls the words against your lips before continuing to kiss you.  You let him lead and always grant any advance he asks for.  How did he always make you melt into him so easily?

Somewhere between the heated connection of your lips Yoongi has torn the bedding off of you and replaced it with his own warmth.  He keeps his hips pressed firmly against yours but they are uncommonly still.  In fact compared to the last time Yoongi is much more patient and attentive.  Perhaps running about all night under the moonlight helped him to channel his energy.  

Each movement of his tongue, touch of his fingers, press of his lips is calculated.  He’s memorizing every piece of you and making mental notes about what you like the most.  He catches just how much you quiver in excitement and fear when he trails kisses down your neck.  He even dares to barely graze his teeth along your shoulder muscle just to watch you squeal and squirm.  

Your hands tug tightly in his hair and moan out his name.  It’s a plea for him not to bite you and that only makes it so much more tempting.  He takes in a shuttering breath to control the urge and you’re scared he might really do it.  He lifts himself away with a grunt and comes back to staring into your eyes.  

“What I wouldn’t give to sink my teeth in deep and claim you for good.”  He grumbles lowly.  Both of you tremble from the thought.  You know it must be quite hard for Yoongi to be holding back his instincts to claim you until you’re fully ready.  “Thank you for being patient.”  You whisper and run your fingers through his silvery hair.  

Your gentle words and gesture help ground Yoongi again.  “Anything for you love.”  He whispers back and kisses you again.  He’s right back to taking his time but starts progressing forward.  While he busies your lips, his hands smooth down your waist and slip into your shirt.  His rough fingers rub soothing circles into your hips.  

Gradually they work their way back up, pushing your shirt along.  You sigh into the kiss as he starts to massage each of your breast.  He pushes your shirt over your chest and breaks the kiss to suck a nipple into his mouth.  He takes his time to suck and lick each of them until you’re whining and shifting your hips up against his.  

Yoongi’s hips start moving in time with yours and you’re suddenly reminded that he had been naked the whole time.  You can feel the heat and thickness of his erection through your shorts.  He growls into your skin when your wetness starts seeping through the thin fabric.  The rumble it makes in your chest gives you goosebumps and that’s as far as he can take it.  

With a lewd pop he lets go of your nipple and stares up at you.  His irises are hazy and smoldering.  There is such large contrast from the clear sparkle of earlier that evening.  The intensity of the gaze only heightens the fire coursing through your own veins.  

After one more roll of his hips Yoongi is shuffling down the bed, pulling off your shorts, and tossing them to the side.  You help by doing the same with your shirt.  He comes back to the same position and rolls his hips against you again.  You both hum at the feeling of bare skin on skin.  

“You’re always so wet for me aren’t you pet?”  Yoongi drawls from his length sliding along your folds with no resistance at all.  You can only nod in response.  

He hasn’t even entered you yet and you’re already a panting mess from him rubbing against your clit.  He knows just what he’s doing too.  A smirk plastered across his face as he’s running his tip over your sensitive nub.  

He keeps teasing your clit until you’re begging him for more.  “Ple..Please..Yoongi..”  The words barely make it out and he gives you a cute confused look.  “Please what love?  What do you want?”  He even sounds genuinely concerned like he wasn’t the one making you like this.  “Ah..please..fuck me..”  

Your words break his façade and make him groan.  “Since you asked so nicely dear.”  He says before he slides all the way in with one slow stroke.  The both of you still for a moment.  Neither of you have yet to get used to how incredible it feels to be together.  

Yoongi starts to move but keeps his maddeningly slow pace.  You’re sure that it was the full moon so where had he gotten all of this self control?  With the way his head is dropped forward and he’s biting down hard on his lip you figure it must be sheer will power.  Just to rile him up a little you squeeze tightly around him.  

He snaps in warning and tears a bit into your sheets.  “Don’t test me Y/N.”  He glares up at you again and you gasp.  He makes his point clear with a hard thrust and just like that he starts rocking his hips harshly into yours.  You can feel the bruises on your thighs coming back again but it doesn’t concern you in the slightest.

The only feeling you care about is the continuous abuse to your spot that Yoongi is hitting each and every thrust.  You’re gripping tightly to his back and shoulders to keep yourself anchored from his hips snapping into you.  He hisses from your nails digging into his skin but he’s enjoying the bit of pain.  

Yoongi sits up and barely gives you a second to catch your breath while he throws your legs up straight against his torso.  He wraps his arms around both of your legs and continues pounding into you.  The new angle has you both moaning out loud.  It’s so good you can’t help it this time when you clench around him.  

He moans a bit louder and his hips stutter slightly from your actions but it only drives him to push harder.  He’s chasing his own high and you know he’s not too far off.  

You wonder if he had been reading your mind when his focus shifts back to pleasuring you.  He lets go of one of your legs to reach down and press against your clit.  With each thrust of his hips he bumps into his finger to have it press and rub at your bundle of nerves.  

The electricity burning through you is almost too much to handle.  Your hands uselessly reach to grasp his until your orgasm is rushing over you.  Yoongi isn’t too far behind you from the way you’re quivering and gripping around him like a vice.  It feels honestly so satisfying the way his cum fills you past capacity.  

This time he doesn’t pull out right away but instead he leans over to kiss you first.  Like usual he cleans up everything for you before bringing the covers back over you both.  He pulls you over to lay on his chest and you feel so content.  The two of you look at each other for a while.  His eyes are soft and crystal clear again.  

“So I was hoping that our little walk earlier could constitute as part of a first date.”  Yoongi speaks first.  You giggle a bit at the thought of having a date with a wolf.  “I suppose so.  Do I get more of a first date tomorrow?”  You ask shyly.  He smiles right away, glad to hear your offer.  “Of course love.  We can do whatever you want this time.  I was in a bit of a tight spot tonight.”  

You nod and rest your head back against his chest.  “Did you come all the way here because you were horny?”  You tease figuring that’s what he meant by a tight spot.  He laughs too at being caught.  “Maybe.  It’s just too hard to resist on the full moon.”  He says pleading his case. 

“So should I expect to see you every full moon from now on?”  You ask.  Yoongi tries to decide if your tone meant you wanted that to happen or not.  “Only if that’s okay with you love.”  He figures that’s a safe answer.  “Well I guess I don’t want you to suffer alone.”  You keep teasing and he laughs again.  After that the two of you snuggle into the covers and eventually drift off to sleep.


I’m Not Sorry

Originally posted by deantheofficial

Based on the song I’m Not Sorry

Have you ever loved someone so much that you knew no matter what they do to you, you would forgive them? Not because you don’t mind but because you know you can’t live without them? Have you ever been so broken that you don’t know how to get back on your own two feet? Have you fallen so hard that when you hit the ground, all you wanted was to take a go at it again? You pleaded for it.

I have.

I have been so in love that when he left me. I lost myself.


‘I’m sorry.’ He told you once again and it broke you. It broke you till no end at the fact that he didn’t even had the tiniest hint of feeling sorry. You licked your lips and shut your eyes but you let him. You let him lie to you as you walked towards your shared bedroom with him, now felt like it was only yours. You pulled yourself together prepping yourself for bed, holding back the tears that have threatened to fall so long ago. So why were you still here? You asked yourself that every day and every time he lied through his teeth, you still let him. You let him because you couldn’t remember a life without him there. You couldn’t remember what it felt like to not love him. You couldn’t remember not having him in your mind.

It was hurting you more to be in a relationship with him than not to, but still; you stayed.

You hated that he continuously apologised even when he doesn’t mean it.

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Shit I've Heard In Class (Part Three):
  • "No one's hunting you."
  • "She's really smart, she just does it out of hate."
  • "All I'm thinking about is broccoli, cauliflower, and sex."
  • "Please try to like not do that."
  • "I'd like to retire and start doing walking pub tours instead."
  • "If that's your best parenting then put your kids up for adoption."
  • "I didn't lie, I told the truth as I knew it, but now I know the truth differently."
  • "What were you thinking promising to return my book to me tomorrow?"
  • "I'm gonna put this ladder on the trampoline."
  • "That's hurtful to my feelings and therefore I judge it as immoral."
  • "Are you saying I'm not a hipster?"
  • "Can I have a sign that that was a sign?"
  • "I hope I never have to live without you."
  • "Uh-oh, I think I might be killing someone today."
  • "Is bug spray okay?"
  • "Put that in your sovereignty and smoke it."
  • "You can just say 'yeah thanks—no'."
  • "Can you predict my behavior?"
  • "I'll deal with this person later, I know where she lives."
  • "IF the dead have feelings."
  • "You're still lazy and you're still stupid—no offense."
  • "We're all immoral when we tell our children Santa is real."
  • "It's almost not tomorrow anymore."
  • "Dogs don't lie to you, they have an innocence about them."
  • "Today may be your last day to have sex, eat a doughnut, drive fast..."
  • "The love and cherish things are a little iffy."
  • "Don't need condom."
  • "You will not leave."
  • "Jackasses are still people?"
  • "I swear to you I'm awake today."
  • "Can you promise to love someone?"
  • "You know what smarter creatures are doing right now? Stealing my car."
  • "Maybe we messed up our feelings."


I finally decided to post this on here. I hope you all enjoy! :)

Title: “Unsteady”

Pairing: Nalu

Rating: T

Inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFjryf8zH_M


She supposed that could be the word used to describe the knotting of her stomach. Unbalanced. Shaky. Forever wavering between decisions—what made her feel right and what made her feel utterly wrong. The rickety feeling of the mental bridge she walked across on most days, her legs trembling with each and every step towards the other side where she prayed an answer may lie. There were no ropes on the sides, nothing to grasp onto when she felt like she might fall. Many times on her journey towards a decision there would be pieces missing, her foot would slip through and she’d falter—giving up and backtracking to safety, once again too afraid to cross, afraid she’d fall again into the black pits of despair.

At night she’d lay in bed, deep in sleep, back on that bridge in her nightmares once more. It seemed that was when her mind preferred to make decisions, and she supposed she favored that over it haunting her during the day like it used to—like it had once the war had ended.

Often she’d be crossing, and when she’d slip through one of the cracks, visions of those lost during the battles would appear—reminding her of her wrong judgments. Though, it was strange, when their faces would pop up their expressions held no hate, perhaps one could even express it as a sympathetic demeanor.

The nightmare would start off as usual, she’d be walking across the bridge, begging for someone to hold onto—to guide her towards the other side. Her heart would pound as she prayed to Mavis herself to come to some sort of conclusion. Then as if on command, a person’s face would appear, their understanding expression very apparent as they watched each and every single step. She’d make it about halfway before her foot would slip through an unknown missing piece, and three words would echo throughout the pitch dark caverns of her psyche, “Keep moving forward”.

These words would repeat themselves like a mantra, and she would contemplate continuing on, but then she’d remember those lost—she’d panic and turn around towards the safety at the start of the bridge. She’d never made it across, not even a single time.

Her evening started as normal, well as normal as her normal was. She’d just returned home after helping repair Magnolia since it was nearly destroyed completely from the war against the Spriggan and Zeref. It had been taking an awful long time, but it had proved to be a welcome distraction from the pain. She wanted to feel numb, she wanted the constant pain in her chest to stop, so she could feel normal again—though she knew that would be virtually impossible.

She walked into her bathroom, and walked up to the mirror to assess her appearance. Her once bright brown eyes, that once used to be filled to the brim with elation, were now dull and void of desire for anything. Dark circles had formed under her eyes, something she could easily hide with make-up if she wanted to, but why bother—not like she had anybody to impress. Maybe Happy, but even he rarely left the confines of her apartment. She shook her head to clear her thoughts for a few minutes before returning to her visual assessment of herself. She raked her slender fingers through her long blonde hair, picking the brush up from the side of the sink and bringing it to the knotted ends. The evening was the part of her day she dreaded the most. It was when she was left to her thoughts with little to zero distractions—just her, staring into the mirror and pointing out every single one of her flaws.

With every single stroke of the brush through her knotted strands, a new name would pop in her mind of someone dear she’d lost in her lifetime.

Gray; one of her best friends, family, gone forever. She reached out desperately to pull him out of harms way, his eyes filled with panic as death loomed closer in the form of someone who he once considered a brother. Though even frightened, he remained steady, ready for what was about to come. He fought death head on, kicking and screaming hysterically, trying frantically to take his killer with him to the grave.


Master Makarov; a man of great wisdom, someone who had quickly become a father figure when her biological one couldn’t. She luckily hadn’t been there to see it, but when the bright light flashed before her eyes and throughout the sky, she felt a sinking feeling deep in her chest. She knew something terrible had happened. When she had reunited with Erza and had discovered what had transpired, she about threw herself into her scarlet-haired friend’s arms pushing them to the ground—there they laid for hours, crying with each other.









The brush clattered to the floor, and Lucy stared wide-eyed into the mirror before sinking into the fetal position, hands covering her eyes as the tears spilled down her cheeks. She heard the door squeak, signaling someone entering the bathroom, and the pitter patter of little paws on the floor. When the sound ended at her head, she had expected him to yell at her to move on, but instead she was met with a familiar smoky smell and the feeling of fabric being placed on top of her neck. Then as quick as the exceed had entered, he was gone, already back in her room. She knew what it was he had given her—Natsu’s most prized possession, his gift from igneel. His scarf. She wrapped it around her neck, bringing it to her nose to deeply breath in whatever scent still lingered, allowing it to envelop her being.

She wanted him so badly. She wanted him to walk through her front door like the old days—hell, she would even take him crawling through the window and sneaking into her bed. She wanted him to steal her food and almost burn down her house, she didn’t care what he did, she just wanted him back.

She didn’t know how much she really needed him until he was gone. Not for protection, she didn’t need a bodyguard, she so desperately needed him like the air she breathed. She needed him for stability, he was the rope railing, and when that rope was stolen from her grasp, she could no longer cross that bridge. She no longer had anything to hold onto, no one to keep her steady when the wind would blow the bridge from side-to-side. When the pieces were missing, she had nothing to grab, and there she’d fall down one of the holes and back into the darkness.

About a half an hour passed, and she had decided she was too mentally and physically exhausted at this point to shower. She’d wait until morning. She walked back out of the bathroom, leaving a light on to make sure the room wasn’t totally dark, for fear that monsters in her head would become a reality once more. Leaving the scarf wrapped around her neck, she quickly changed into her pajamas and shuffled to bed where Happy was already sleeping on the pillow by the window—the bright moon casting an ethereal glow on the snoring cat.

She sighed and peeled back the covers, crawling into the silky sheets and encasing herself tightly with the covers. Her stomach growled loudly, and she glanced over at Happy to make sure it hadn’t woken him up. She had only then realized she had forgotten to eat that night, and unfortunately she often did. She groaned quietly, refusing to nourish herself now that she was in the warmth of her bed. She gripped the covers tighter to her form and shut her eyes, trying to will her brain to take her to dreamland. After a few minutes, her brain finally gave in, and her soft snores filled the room.

She glanced around the darkness, the familiar bridge in front of her once more. She breathed out deeply and stepped onto the first plank of wood, hearing it groan beneath her foot. Then another and another, and before she knew it she was in the middle, staring at the scattered missing planks in front of her. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, taking another step forward. When one of the pieces nearly broke beneath her, she just about turned around and hightailed it back to safety, when a familiar voice reached her ears, “Lucy”.

Her heart lurched in her chest at the voice calling her name. It’d never done that before. “Lucy”, there it was again, so loud and so real and so him. She could almost see the grin plastered on his face, and she could feel the tears threatening to escape.

The bridge began to shake from a gust a wind, threatening to push her down into the pit. She fell to her knees, and she wanted nothing more than to crawl back to the beginning, where she knew safety lie. “Lucy”, the voice called once more, much louder and much more prominent this time.

It was as if it was guiding her towards the light at the end of the bridge. She contemplated on following it, perhaps this was just another trick of the darkness in her mind. She wasn’t sure what urged her to move forward, but the sound of Natsu’s voice seemed to boost her confidence. Every time he called her name she was able to take a few steps forward, and when the wind would shake the bridge, she finally felt steady enough to hold on tightly. Just a few steps away, and the light was blinding at this point, it was as if the heavens themselves were trying to pull her in towards them. “Lucy!”, he shouted this time.

With that, she was able to gain the resolve to walk those final steps to the other side. She did it. She finally crossed the bridge, and when she stepped into the light she could feel her strength returning to her, the warm feeling wrapping her tightly in its embrace.

Her eyes opened and she was back in her room, still under the covers, but she was sweating profusely. She needed some air, she felt like she was about to melt. She attempted to push the covers back, when she realized her arms were restricted. She kicked the covers away, the cool air of her room finally hitting her skin, and she breathed out a sight of relief. It was short-lived though, when she remembered her predicament. The familiar smoky smell hit her first, and she assumed it was the scarf still wrapped around her neck, but it was far too strong to be just that—far too potent to be anything he used to own. She glanced down to see a pair of arms cradling her snugly, allowing little room for escape. Her breath hitched at the sight, afraid it was just a figment of her imagination and her brain was playing tricks on her again.

She wiggled frantically, trying her best to maneuver around to face the nighttime intruder. When she finally got to the point of being able to see the person, she couldn’t believe her eyes. The male’s breaths fanned her face, pushing her bangs away. His spikey salmon hair, flattened from the pillow beneath his head. Tears began to push their way out of her eyes as she took the opportunity to run her hands along his jawline, feeling the warmth of his smooth skin before moving to hold his face. She leaned forward and pushed her forehead against his, their noses squishing together in the process. A tear rolled down her cheek, landing onto his own, causing the dragon slayer to stir from his sleep. She watched nervously as his eyelids fluttered open, revealing his steely irises that she had missed so much. “Lucy”, he mumbled, a smile growing on his face.

Her big brown eyes remained trained on his, afraid that if she didn’t he disappear. She felt him remove an arm from around her to bring a hand to hold her chin. If she hadn’t been staring into his eyes, she may have missed the tears starting to form in his own, and the utter look of relief he held to see her in one piece. She was a sobbing mess at this point, and she finally released his face from her hands to hug him tightly. “Where did you go?”, she asked through the tears, little hiccups escaping here and there, “How could you leave me and Happy?”

She felt the teardrops wetting her shoulder, and she knew he missed her just as much as she missed him. He didn’t respond, he merely just clutched her tighter to his body. After a few minutes they were able to regain at least part of their composure, and he pulled away to look at her face. He breathed out deeply, “I almost died that day. When that ice sword pierced through my stomach, I could feel my insides twisting with each time he stabbed me—”, he started, and she stared at him with wide-eyes, “I remember laying there bleeding out, staring at the sky, praying to die already. I just wanted the agony to end. It was when I blacked out and I thought I was dead, that I heard a voice speaking to me.”

“Do you wanna know what it said to me?”, he asked, and she nodded, “It said, ‘Keep moving forward’. That’s all it said, but it would just keep repeating it every single time I felt like giving up.”

The tears were threatening to spill from her eyes once more, and gripped his shoulders. “I kept dreaming of this angel—“, he began hesitantly, “—She was beautiful, all dressed up in this fancy white gown, a golden halo, and these giant wings. I swear, even Happy would have been jealous. She was the one who kept repeating this phrase to me, almost like a mantra of some sort. Eventually I got the will to move, to save myself from falling into death’s clutches. I am thankful for that angel every single day of my life.”

She buried her face into his chest, wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m thankful for that angel too.”, she mumbled, letting his scent lull her close to sleep.

Natsu chuckled, “Do you know who the angel was, Luce?”

Her heart lurched happily at the sound of that nickname, a small smile playing on her lips, “Who was it?”

“It was you—“, he hugged her head tightly, “—You were the angel. So I thank you with every fiber of my being.”

He smiled when heard her soft snores, signifying she had fallen asleep. “Sleep well, Luce”, he mumbled, falling into a deep sleep as well.

She opened her eyes, and she was back in front of the familiar bridge once more. She wanted to cry out to the heavens to end this, but when she felt a warm hand grip her own, she gained the courage to take the first steps onto the bridge. She looked over to see the grinning face of Natsu next to her, guiding her across the bridge with ease and holding her close when it got particularly breezy. She was no longer afraid to cross to the other side, and for the first time in a while she finally felt steady.

About the thing in the love hotel scene with ouma here is what i managed to understand:

-Ouma seems like he is doing his usual saying things and then tell that he is lying but he says that saihara will always see the truth in his words anyways

-Ouma says that wants saihara to look at him more and more (like he wants more attention from saihara)

-Saihara says something like his feelings doesn’t matter (i think because he feels played by ouma’s way to talk and lie)

-Ouma tells saihara that he would let him do anything to him and that he wants to play with saihara more and more

-Obviously saihara gets really nervous and i think something happens there in the text because he screams in surprise ouma’s name and tells him to wait a moment

-Then Ouma seems to walk away telling him that he was joking and saihara is still suprised telling by the tone in his voice and ouma wants saihara to think another game that the two could play next time or something like that

That’s all i could understand from what i heard none of this is really accurrate if i translated something wrong feel free to say it~.

You Owe Me Pt 3 (Smut Edition)

A/N: This is my first real time writing a full smut piece. I hope you like and please tell me if you do! I won’t lie I had a lot of fun writing it!

Pairing: Grant Gustin x Reader

Word Count: 1,201

Warning: SUPER SMUT…LIKE STRAIT UP SMUT! Seriously..ha ha. Also. Please practice safe sex, its your decision either way but just think it all through!

You Owe Me Pt 3 (Smut Edition)

“If I can’t help you then you need to leave,” You cracked the door open, “I’m sorry.”

He ran his hand through the front of his hair and let out a sigh. Quickly he got up and was walking towards you. His eyes were locked onto yours and you could feel he was going to do something.

It was only a few moments, but it felt like it was moving in slow motion. Grant walked straight up to you and in one fluid moment cupped his hand on the side of your cheek followed by the other. You could feel his long fingers curl back behind your ears and into your Y/C/H hair.

His lips felt gentle against yours. As he pushed you backwards closing the door, your hands found their way up his torso and gripped onto the edges of his zip up.

In an instant your brain caught up with what was happening and you pulled away slightly. Out of breath you peered up at him and instantly you could see the lust in his eyes. “If you want me to stop, if you want me to leave just say so.”

The dream you had the other night came flashing back into your mind, “No.”

His lips came crashing down onto yours as you snaked your hands up to the back of his neck. As ironic as it was, it felt electrifying. His tongue grazed your bottom lip asking for permission, which you gladly gave. His hands slid their way down your body resting on your hips. You jumped up slightly and he caught you just under your thighs. He stepped closer so that you were pressed between him and the door, your legs clamped around his waist.

His lips began to roam as they slowly trickled their way down your jawline and down your neck. As you leaned your head to the side to give him more of an angle you tangled your fingers into his hair. You breath in sharply as he reaches the spot where your jaw meets your neck. He pauses for a moment sucking it lightly, you have to stifle a moan.

This wasn’t your first time but this was definitely starting out as the best. He made his way back up to your lips and tightens his hold on you as he carries you over to the bed. He turns and sits on the edge so you were now straddling his lap. Your hands slipped up under his zip up pushing it off his shoulders. Your fingers hungrily tugged at his shirt underneath causing your lips to separate for a moment as he pulled it off.

His hands slipped under your shirt and roamed up your sides. The heat of his hands left a tingle in their wake giving you goosebumps all over. He pulled your shirt up over your head exposing your breasts. Going braless was one of the best decision you had made that day. His hands slid up cradling your breasts as he peppered them with kisses. Your body shivered as you felt his thumbs swirl and brush over your nipples before his mouth found their way to them.

You dragged your fingers through his hair as you let out a soft moan. You could feel him smile against your skin. You almost cry out when he stops but quickly realize it’s because you’re being picked up and layed back on the bed. As Grant stands at the foot of the bed in front you he starts working on his belt, you take in his lean muscular body and his growing bulge as you bite your bottom lip. When you make eye contact with him you can’t help but smile.

“Oh yeah,” He teases, “Like what you see?”

You didn’t respond instead you sit up and start to crawl across the bed towards him. You swear you saw his eye fall out of his head. You sink down onto your knees as you grasp the sides of his torso. You make eye contact and don’t break it as you very slowly dragged your tongue up the crease of his abs. His breathing began to speed up as you kissed back down the line. As you did your lightly scratched down the sides of his torso until your fingers came to rest on the edge of his underwear.

You leaned back slightly watching his face as in one tug you release the tension in his pants. You let your fingertips come back up his thigh and run up the length of his hard member before leaning back into the bed. It was all the invitation he needed.

Immediately Grant was over top of you his hands run all over your body. He kisses you, deep and full before leaning back and hooking his fingers under the band of your shorts. You pull your legs up as he makes your bottoms disappear. In an instant you both were completely naked and it was borderline scary. He meets your lips again and you melt forgetting any fears.

He pulled away slightly, “Are you sure,” You could feel his lips brush yours.

“Yes,” You nod your head.

You pulled your knees up slightly as Grant pulled himself up, taking all the weight of you. Slowly he gently starts working his way in and out of your wet entrance till he pushes all the way to his base. You let out a delightful sigh as you feel him fill and stretch you. He began to roll his hips and with each passing roll it sent you deeper into ecstasy.

As your rhythm slowly increased you could keep from raking your fingernails down his back  which got a slight moan from Grant. He sat up slightly giving you a new angle that made you shiver with pleasure and made sounds come out of your mouth that you didn’t even know you could make. He started to pick up the pace and it was driving you wild. You could feel yourself building up but you were not ready for this to be over. Grant could tell you where fighting it.

“Just let it go,” He said between breaths.

You fought slightly before Grant started a pace that you only dreamed of. You could feel his body pounding against yours with every interval and you couldn’t hold it back. You let out a final cry as your body quivered and you clutched to the bedsheet for support. Within seconds Grant pulled out quickly letting  out his own sounds as he spewed all over your stomach.

Grant fell over beside you, both of you in a haze of bliss. He reached over to give you one last kiss, “That’s what was on my mind.”

You let out an exhausted laugh, “Confession.”

“Yeah?” Grant responded.

“I didn’t have a dream about zombies, I had a very steamy dream about us.” You say as your breathing starts to even out again.

Grant smiled half into the covers, “Told you I was intoxicating.”

“Hey, Mr. Intoxicating,” You nudge him. “Go get me a towel or something.”

He huffed before getting up. Yes this break was going to be very relaxing.

I hate how Yang has PTSD

Like, she willingly walked into a club and blew it up, then walked out and was like, “Yeah, whatever!”

I hate how Adam is some source of fear for her, too.

She saw him for one second, then flew at him in a blind rage, and passed out after losing her arm.

It feels like they’re trying to hard to make this volume serious. After Vale was attacked the first time, they couldn’t care less. Now after Beacon has fallen, they’re suddenly all scared and sad?

Give me a break

Honestly what the fuck did you expect? He wasn’t going to stay, you knew that. It’s your own fault for letting him in anyways.

How come nobody ever warned you about the guy who will need you in his loneliest times then when he’s satisfied he leaves you for another girl. I expected it yet it still hurt me as if there was something stuck inside of me that I could never get rid of.

Every time someone asks you about him you pretend you don’t care when he left a fucking crater in your heart, you’re so empty and hurt but you lie and lie all the time. When you saw him with that other girl you didn’t say anything, you ran into the bathroom and cried for hours. You felt like vomiting for days and it’s a pain you never wanted to feel. Then you walked out and pretended you saw nothing.

People will ask me if I’ve ever been in love but I don’t think I can tell them. How am I supposed to tell them that I loved him so much when he felt nothing at all?

But it had to be real,
how could he kiss me and tell me straight to my face that he loved me? He promised forever and I fucking believed him. Now where is he? I’m the only one screaming and crying into my pillow every night, I’m the one pretending to be fine all day while sometimes I have to sneak away to cry in the bathroom stall. He’s with his new girl and feels nothing, not even any sense of remorse.

This isn’t just a feeling, it’s a goddamn disease that I’ll never get rid of.

—  Can’t get over you.
“Lacuna Coil: Delirium” sentence starters

Send one to my muse for their reaction

  • “I cannot breath and I’m still going under.”
  • “You weren’t there while I was dying.”
  • “If love is the answer, why does it feel so good to hate?”
  • “I’m sorry if I raise my voice.”
  • “It’s hard to walk away ‘cause nothing seems to change.”
  • “I told you to leave me alone!”
  • “Why don’t you kill me?”
  • “Every word you said hurts inside my head.”
  • “I don’t give a damn about heart shaped lies anymore.”
  • “I never meant to hurt you, but I had no choice.”
  • “Time belongs to you and I.”
  • “I’m not ready for this.”
  • “It’s like I’ve lost control of everything.”
  • “I feel it’s hard to give a sense to everything.”
  • “Don’t ever lie to me, ‘cause I am smarter than you think.”
  • “You’re the reason I’m feeling so deranged.”
  • “I feel fucked up today.”
  • “Think about the mess you left behind.”
  • “You love me ‘cause I hate you.”
  • “Everyday seem like it’s worse than the day before.”
  • “I will stay here and haunt you forever.”
  • “Sit with me, I’ll take you for a ride.”
  • “The crimson couch has never felt so uncomfortable.”
  • “Come closer to me while I’m still alive.”
  • “Everyday feels like it’s so predictable and I can’t change it.”

She’s afraid. Strange voices in the darkness jeer and gibe– ‘we forgot you and moved backward.’ Too many, too loud, mixed with a mind given to misgiving, magnifying the menace. She’s afraid; pride has taken power tonight, and the demon walks outside of dreams.

He cries out in the silence, sharp wailing of a wounded soul, staggered unsteady in a body that feels wrong. Fear won tonight, a demon dragging out of the deep, fear of difference and divergence, divisive, destructive. Will the fear find me? Will I be alone when it does?

She wants to fight. Rage watches, eager, awaiting the explosion. They said I don’t matter. They’re wrong. They’ll see. They’ll learn. I won’t lie down like a dog. The anger burns like a forest blaze, sets her trembling at the fingertips. I will destroy what tries to destroy me. And rage smiles.

Stop. Breathe. Be. We’re better than these demons.

We won’t falter before the fear. Pride has no purchase. Rage wants to burn mindless, lay waste wildly…

You’re alive. Not alone. For every face full of fear, heart full of hate, there’s compassion, courage, closeness. Cling to it, keep climbing, fight but without fear, without fury. Be better than blindness, stronger than spite, soft against the sharpness. The sun rises and the world wakes, breath and heartbeat still steady.

The demons drag you in the darkness, but the dawn will come. They don’t determine your destiny.

Edmund x Reader: A sweet lie

Anonymous said:  Heya! Could you write about this: Edmund has said so many times in conversations that reader is not his type and she wouldn’t fit him that when he decides to stop lying and confesses his real feelings to her she’s like “You told me the horrible truth so many times that now I won’t believe your sweet lie.”? You decide if in the end she walks away or he convinces her. I would be really thankful for this!

~Golden age❤️~

“You know, dating is an absolute nightmare.” 

Edmund kicked the dirt with his boot.

You laughed, throwing a dagger at the hay stack a few feet away. “Here in Narnia, it’s referred to as courting, Ed.”

He rolled his eyes, picking up his small knife from the ground. “Whatever.” 

You stepped out of the way so Edmund could aim his blade. The knife cut into the hay stack a few inches under yours.  

“I mean, what’s the point of trying to make someone who is completely uninterested in you and despises your existence fall madly in love with you?” He asked, retrieving his knife. You shrugged. “I honestly have no idea.” 

The two of you stood in silence for a moment as Edmund threw his blade again. 

“You’re lucky you aren’t expected to marry when you turn 21.” Edmund said, looking at you.

You scoffed, tossing your dagger into the pile of coats you had thrown aside. 

“That may be so,” You said, collapsing onto the grass, “But nonetheless, I hate the idea of marriage just as much as you do.”

 Edmund gave up with knife-throwing and lay down beside you. The clouds floated above your heads, forming all sorts of Narnian shapes. 

“If worst comes to worst, you can just marry me.” You suggested jokingly. 

Edmund laughed. “You? Are you kidding? You’re the last person in Narnia I’d want to marry.”

 “And why is that so?”

 You knew why. Every chance he got, Edmund made sure to tell you how boring and useless you would be as a wife, and how you would surely end up an old maid. His favorite thing to say was, ‘You just aren’t my type. We wouldn’t fit.’ 

Edmund lifted his head to raise his eyebrow at you. He lowered it again. “Why wouldn’t I want to marry you? I mean, how many centuries do you have free?” 

You rolled your eyes, sighing loudly. You couldn’t pretend these sort of comments didn’t offend you-actually, yes you could pretend. You always acted like it was no big deal. 

“You know I’m just joking, right?” Edmund asked, a little nervously. He eyed your grimace. 

You shook your head. “You don’t have to pretend to like me, you know. I am quite aware that you can’t stand being around me.” 

You lay in silence for a second before Edmund turned on his side to face you. 

“Look, I never said that, okay?” 

You laughed, a little bit out of anger and a little bit out of sadness. “Ed, it’s alright. I don’t care if you hate me.”

But you did. You did care.

“Y/n, the reason I-” He paused, obviously thinking intently. You just stared at him. 

“The reason I say those things…well, I’m sure you must have guessed it by now, but…I’m kind of…in love with you?”

You stayed still. 

More silence. 

Then, you slowly began to sit up a little. Edmund followed your movements until you were both sitting on the grass in front of each other. 

You mindlessly stared at a small blade of grass sewn into the sea of green. At that moment, you felt like that blade of grass. 

“You told me the horrible truth so many times. Do you really expect me to believe your sweet lie?” 

Your vision started to go blurry as you said those words. You weren’t crying, you couldn’t be. You never cried. 

“Y/n,” Edmund started, dumbfounded at your words, “Please.”

 You looked up at him. He was staring into the deepest spirals of your eyes, wishing for you to look into his. 

“The horrible truth, love, was nothing more than the stupid words of a shy little boy who didn’t have the courage to tell a pretty girl he loved her.”

You looked past his eyes. You saw his soul through the dark orbs. 

“I know.” You whispered, more to yourself than to Edmund.

 And you did.



I’m tired today, not gonna lie. And I was reminded of all those push-ups I did early this week when I went to start the push-ups in today’s circuit. Ouch. I did have to use help on my pull-ups again today. I feel like I’m regressing in them? I don’t know. Maybe it’s just because I’m tired. Everything else felt really good though. I finished all the push-ups with no modifying again and added weight to the pull-overs. A mile on the ol’ treadmill and this girl is done for today! I will probably hop on for another mile later in the day but I have errands to do for now so it’ll have to wait.

Happy Friday, friends!!

I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.
—  John Green, ‘Looking for Alaska’
I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep.
Not fuck, like in those movies.
Not even have sex.
Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase.
But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating.
So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.
—  John Green, Looking for Alaska
Tantrum...Part 2

(Part 1)

After the episode Spencer had thrown in the office after the case, you had offered to take him home instead of having him walking around DC in the dead of night fuming from his ears.

But when you had walked him up to his apartment, he was dead-set on you coming in.

“If I got caught up like that, I can’t imagine how you must be feeling,” he states.

“I lived with it for most of my life.  I’m used to it,” you lie.

“I’ve never seen you get emotional like that before, Y/N,” Spencer admits.

“Then that makes two of us,” you snicker as you shake you head lightly and turn your gaze away.

“Let me just brew us some coffee.  It’ll be warm, and we can sit in silence and cool down,” he says lowly.

The coffee did sound nice.

“Alright.  But just ONE cup,” you emphasize.

Smiling in triumph as he quickly unlocks his door, you step into his apartment that had practically been deemed your second home, sighing as you walk over to his couch and sink yourself slowly into it.

The case had been so emotionally taxing that you weren’t aware of how tired you had become until you had finally gotten off of your feet.

And your felt your eyes steadily begin to droop.

“So, I went out and bought some of that weird creamer stuff you drink in your coffee.  They didn’t have plain caramel but they had a caramel macch-”

But when he turned back towards you, he smiled lightly to himself as his eyes danced along your body, contorted on the couch with your head fallen forward and your light snores escaping through your nose.

The two of you were profilers.  There were no words that needed to be spoken when it came to how the two of you felt.  The two of you knew when your friendship turned a corner into a best friendship, and the two of you also mutually understood when that best friendship had divulged into something greater…

Something deeper…

His mother loved you, and so did he.  And while there was never a definitive point where your relationship changed, the thing that he loved was that it never did.

With you, it always just was.

But when this case had happened, and it had revealed a life that you had lived that, up until this point, you had never talked about, an anger and a jealousy rose within him that he didn’t believe he was capable of.

Anger that people could have treated you that way, and jealousy that they had you at such a vulnerable time and not him.

If he had a chance, he would have turned back the wheels of time, found you when the two of you were teenagers, and never left your side.  He wanted all of you: your past, your present, and your future.  He wanted your hand in marriage, your heart forever, your children to call him “daddy”, your body to meld to his in passion, your wrinkled hand in old age as the two of you laid in bed and dreamed about your younger, more youthful years.

Neither of you needed words to express any of it.

But maybe it was time a few were spoken.

Turning off the coffee pot as he makes his way over to the couch, he shifts you down onto the cushions as your head lobs off to the side, his fingers dancing along your cheek as he slowly brushes the lightly greasy tendrils from your eyes.

Pulling a blanket down around your body, he tucks you in before leaning in and pressing a long, warm kiss into your forehead, and it caused you to stir lightly as you grunt and groan with your shifting.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispers into your ear.

And he smiled when your soft, pillowy, tired lips croaked, “Love you too, Spencer.”

Kidnapping, Really?- Crowley

Crowley kidnaps you, as he has fallen in love with you and wants you to be his queen, luckily you love him too.

Part two? I would really like to write a second part

“Tsk tsk tsk darling you shouldn’t be out so late all on your own and without a proper coat. It’s fixing to snow you know love.”

You didn’t even jump when Crowley appeared from the shadows, beginning to trail you as you walked.

“I don’t want to talk to you, Crowley.” You lied but the demon had known you long enough to know the difference between a lie and truths.  He zapped himself in front of you so you either had to stop or go around him.

“Come now darling, I’m not so bad. You can’t honestly think that.” Soothed the British accent you’d come to love. You could feel his warm breath on your ear.

You turned and shoved him, “Stay out of my head! I don’t like you in that way. ”

You shivered slightly and plopped down in the middle of the crossroads, unsure of what else to do in this moment.

You were soon in a room, tied to a chair. It happened so fast you didn’t even realise it happened until Crowley’s chuckle had you look up. “WHAT THE HELL!”

He chuckled softly again and walked to you. “I guess I’ve kidnapped you.”

“Untie me now!” you demanded with a scowl.

“I don’t know, love, you look rather nice in those. I could get used to this image,” you glared at him but your lips started twitching up for a moment.

You huffed “Tell me what you want Crowley.”

“All I ask is for you to be my Queen,” Crowley began, his voice deep like always, “the Queen of hell… Forever.” He continued moving a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Q-queen?” a blush fell on your cheeks quickly. “Why?”

“Because i deserve to be loved too Y/n. Just be mine. You will love it I promise.” He had a childlike smile of wishing on his face.

You had loved Crowley since the first time you ever met him but you were a little anxious of what you’d become if you went dark side.

The ropes came off your wrists as he saw a smile fill your face. You took his hand and he pulled you into an embrace. “Of course I will.”

His smirk spread as he crashed his lips into yours. The kiss sweet and soft, and you should have expected it to be no less. It still took you by surprise though, his hand gripped into your hair tight as he deepened the kiss and you relaxed into him.

“Well my queen. I better show you your throne.” He said taking your hand and leading you away.

You had a large grin. Queen. You liked the sound of that but the loss of your friends rested in the back of your mind.

“Will I be able to see Sam and Dean?”

He didn’t talk until you entered the throne room. “Whenever you wish pet.”

He sat on his throne and gestured to the large one beside him for you to be seated but you opted for his lap instead.

You gripped him by his tie and kissed him fiercely. The scruff of his beard scratched at your skin and he tasted like his drink but also like power. Your lips moving against his until there was a knock at the door, making Crowley break from the kiss and groan in frustration.

“WHAT?!” He growled as a demon rushed in.

“T-the Winchesters are here to see y/n.” he said quietly.

He helped you get off his lap carefully and gripped the bridge of his nose before sighing. “Fine. But Tell every demon. Every human. Every one that I no longer work alone. I have a beautiful queen now and she must be treated as such by everyone, understand?”

He nodded before running off and you sighed happily.


Faaack. This chick at work thats been super awkwardly forwardly after me just ask how me and my ex were doing and I’m too fuckin stupid to just lie and say “Great!” and keep walking. I don’t like having to continuously dodge someone like I had to a few months ago. I feel bad for girls who have to do it to multiple dudes who are too dense to take a hint.

**self-promoting && deleting the text disqualifies your chances so don’t do it okay**

“Me! I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of what I saw, I’m scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I’m scared of walking out of this room & never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you.”

hello loves! elin (phlainly) && i (cohexists) decided to make this lovely Dirty Dancing awards in honor of our mutual love for this classic movie! we’re very excited to be hosting this & hope you all are as well!  ♥


  • mbf cohexists & phlainly (please don’t lie, we will check!)
  • must reblog this post (likes do not count/are only for bookmarking)


  • Penny Johnson - Best URL
  • Dr. Jake Houseman - Best Theme
  • Neil Kellerman - Best Posts
  • Lisa Houseman - Best Icon
  • Marjorie Houseman - Best Overall
  • Robbie Gould - Best New Discovery
  • Max Kellerman - Best Under 4k
  • Baby Houseman - Elin’s Faves
  • Johnny Castle - Amber’s Faves


  • follows from both of us, if we aren’t already!
  • a spot on our awards page (under construction!)
  • two new besties!!
  • free reblogs, TONS of queues, promos (2x a week, per request), html help
  • so much more!!

Higher Chances:

  • talk to us & let us get to know you, we don’t bite!! (best chances right here!)
  • be active & friendly
  • reblog this more than once so we notice you!!


  • banner made by @rehticent & @bannersbyrehticent, photo is not ours
  • for best under 4k, please submit a screenshot of your follower counter to either cohexists or phlainly
  • there will be 2-4 winners per category
  • we will choose when we’re happy with the notes!
  • please don’t let this flop okay
  • any questions?? just ask one of us!

Best of luck & happy reblogging!!  ♥

Love, Elin & Amber.