i was stalking you earlier too

oyaoyaoya51  asked:

Hello! You mentioned in an earlier post that "Sangwoo sometimes calls Bum “Bum-ssi” just to make fun of him." When did he do that? Which chapter? Thank you for answering, have a nice day.^^

Ch 3:

“I’ll do anything! The basement is too dark and moist and stuffy!”

“Don’t leave me down there…I’m begging you (jebal)….”

“Of course it’s dark, it’s a basement, Yoon Bum-ssi…”

Ch 21:

“Jo…Sangwoo-ssi….” (So…Sangwoo-ssi…) “Jo” is the polite way to say “so” or “hey.” I think the casual word in this instance would be “ya.” 

“Neh. Yoon Bum-ssi.” (Yes. Yoon Bum-ssi.) “Neh” is the polite way to say “yes.” Sangwoo would normally say “eung” for “yes.” 

Actually, the casual way to say “Hey, Sangwoo” would just be “Sangwoo-ya.” Sometimes I get the impression Sangwoo is irritated when Bum calls him “Sangwoo-ssi” instead of “Sangwoo-ya.” When Sangwoo takes Bum outside on his crutches for the first time and ditches him, Bum calls out “Sangwoo-ssi! Where are you?!” and Sangwoo answers, “Sangwoo-ssi is here!” 

I dunno, I just feel like when he’s in an affectionate mood, he’d rather be called “Sangwoo-ya” than “Sangwoo-ssi.” But he could tell Bum to start calling him that any time and he doesn’t. 

Catch Me (Day 6)

Summary: In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,562

Thank you to @avengerstories for editing this. You’re an absolute queen.

Day 5

Originally posted by nadinpu

“Hey Y/N,” Steve greets after knocking softly on your door. He’s wearing a pair of black basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. It’s a stark difference from the uniform he wears during missions. “I’m going on a hike to -”


Steve’s eyebrows shoot up. “Yes? You want to come?”

“That I do, Cap.”

He laughs. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting you to say yes.”

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First Kiss

Request from @criaturita-unicornia: How about Levi kissing a reader that hasn’t been kissed before? Like some fluffy stuff. I’m always a slut for Levi’s caring side

ME. TOO. Thank you for the request :) it was a lot of fun to write!

Ps. Your blog was recommended to me earlier before I even saw your request and I totally stalked it bc it’s awesome 😁


“Hey, what are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be resting?” Levi’s usually commanding voice was always just a bit softer when he spoke to you.

You looked up from the mane of the horse that you were grooming and saw him standing in the entrance to the barn, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. Smiling, you looked away before he caught you staring at him.

“Perhaps, but I thought I would come out here for some peace and quiet first. My barracks are a little full and a lot stressful sometimes. Couldn’t I ask you the same thing, Captain?” Your lips dared to turn up in a playful grin as you winked at him, watching him almost forfeit a smile as he walked over toward you.

“I thought I should make sure everyone is accounted for before I turn in. Seems that some brats like to go wandering off on the occasion.” Levi gave in and allowed himself to grin, playing along with your banter.

“Oh? Well, what happens to these brats?” Biting your lip, you anxiously awaited his reply as you watched him come closer, until he was standing just inches from you.

Since you had met Levi, you couldn’t deny that you felt something for him. He was just so interesting. Mysterious, even. He was the definition of enigmatic and that excited you to no end; you wanted to know him. It wasn’t even so much a sexual or romantic thing as much as it was just a desire to know someone like him better. Someone who was so tough on the outside, you knew he had to be protecting the beautiful soul the resided within him, even if he couldn’t see it.

The more you spoke with him, the more time you spent together, and the more you worked with him; the less you knew. Nonetheless, you were still so drawn in by him and now, here you were. He hadn’t driven you away or ever turned away your company. The fearsome Captain was always strangely inviting to you, but never like this. Never so playful. This was shaping up to be interesting and your heart could already barely stand the short distance between the two of you.

“Well, they get punished of course.” Levi’s smoldering eyes burned into your soul, etching a picture of passion upon it. Your stomach twisted itself into a knot and began to writhe with nearly tangible excitement.

“Punished, huh? By your discretion, correct?” It took all your power to stay still, focusing on keeping your calm as Levi’s gaze remained fixed on you.

“Of course. Who else, but me?” Pausing for a moment, he searched your eyes and his expression softened as his smile grew. “You’re so intriguing. You know, I’ve never met anyone like you. I don’t know what it is, but I can’t pull myself away from you for some reason. I couldn’t turn you away. I’m certainly not social by nature, but I could always talk to you.”

The playful air faded, but was soon replaced with palpable tension. You hadn’t expected Levi to be so straight-forward, but that was his nature. So misleading, but yet so direct. Stunned speechless, it took a moment for you to process a response as you continued gazing up at him.

“I-I feel the same. I mean, I didn’t expect you to give me the time of day. I thought you just weren’t really a people person. I was surprised when you spoke to me as a friend, but I’m glad you did.”

Your heart pounded in your chest and you worried he would actually hear it as you waited and waited and waited for his response.

“I’m glad you did too.” Levi’s eyes glinted with something you had never seen before and his lips turned up in a gentle smile as he slid his fingers through your hair, cupping the back of your head in his hands carefully.

You leaned in slowly, cautiously placing a hand on his chest as you took a step closer to him. His free hand found its way to your lower back, holding you closer until he pulled away and smiled down at you.

“I’m sorry I waited so long to do that.” His grin was so soft and genuine, it nearly melted your heart as you blushed a deep shade of red.

“Wow. That was–wow.” Giggling quietly, you rested your other hand on his chest as well, doing your best not to chew on your lip as you looked up at him. “May I confess something?”

“Yes. What is it?” Levi’s brow rose in genuine curiously as his intimidating eyes peered down at you, his hands retaining their comforting hold on you.

“That was my first kiss. And I’m very glad that it was you.”

His expression was obviously layered with surprise, but he smiled as if he was satisfied.

“Good. I’m glad I was too. Now all I’ll have to do is figure out how to be your last.” Smiling playfully, he winked and leaned in, kissing you softly once more.

Neighborhood Watch (Seokjin/Jungkook)

Prompt: “i’m the private investigator that was hired by your ex to track you down and you totally caught me sitting outside your apartment in a rental car so hi what up” au. Jungkook is the investigator, Namjoon is the ex, Seokjin is the pretty high-school drama teacher that’s making Jungkook consider doing things classified as “unprofessional”. Any rating or warning is fine.

Genre: Mature / Brief Smut

Words: 10K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Tags: Male/Male, Masturbation, Mentions of Masturbation, Breaking and Entering, Swearing, Suggested underage relationship, student/teacher romance, etc.

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Pas De Deux

AN: This is a birthday gift for one of my very favourite people here, Ashlee @austennerdita2533. Hope you like this, chica!

Also tagging @fanfantasticworld because I know you were interested in this one too, Jo <3

In XIX Russia, Klaus sees a certain blonde ballerina on stage and is enraptured from the start.

In other words, the three times Klaus has seen Caroline dance - a story told in 3 acts.

Features Fae!Caroline (if you couldn’t already tell that I’m obsessed with all things acomaf xD ).

P.S. In “Swan Lake”, Odette and Odile (Black Swan) are usually danced by the same ballerina. But for plot/characterization reasons, this is not the case in this drabble at some points.

1879, Russian Empire, Zheleznodorozhny

The first time he sees her, she’s Odette.

The production is nothing like the one he’s seen Moscow - not necessarily as bad thing given how poorly executed it was. The stage is too small and the town’s folk might be causing too much of a ruckus, more interested in watching lithe, tightly-clad bodies than appreciating the finery of movements but there’s something about this performance that calls to Klaus.

Perhaps letting Rebekah talk him into coming here tonight wasn’t such a bad idea.

They’ve been living in Russia for months now and although Klaus has remained cautious, it really seems that Mikael’s lost track of them.

They were residing in the Ottoman Empire when conflict with the Tsar broke and he and his siblings decided it was the best time to move on. Planning on losing Mikael in the chaos of war and the vast lasts of Russian Empire, they’d settled in Moscow, then set out to travel further when Klaus’ paranoia kicked in and he decided staying in one place for too long was too risky a move.

Zheleznodorozhny seems like the perfect hiding place - at least for now. It’s a small town but the traffic is reasonably high with the newly built railway station which makes it far easier to blend in.

It’s even attracted a wandering ballet troupe.

Elijah scrunched his face in distaste at Bekah’s suggestion to go and see them dance, revolted at the idea of watching a performance that would most likely turn out to be subpar at best. Kol was resting in his coffin with a dagger in his heart - yet again - having caused quite a scandal after seducing a daughter of the British ambassador in Moscow.

And then seducing her father.

The carnage that followed didn’t help them with keeping low profile either.

“That chassé was painful to watch.” Rebekah leans over, her whisper resounding in his ear as they sit near the stage, watching act II unfold.

“Still bitter over your grand ballet fiasco, sister?” Klaus quips in response, then proceeds to ignore everything but the lithe blonde who’s the only one making this performance bearable.

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anonymous asked:

"we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realise i’m wearing your shirt" P L E A S E!!! I need this!!!

A/N: This is different from my usual portrayal of Saeran, but I got excited because I love me some sexy cocky (no innunedo intended) Saeran too ^^ I would have finished this earlier but I got distracted by Youtube videos and the Internet ehehe. Hope you like this, anon! I had a blast writing this!!

Five hundred, twenty-five thousand and six hundred minutes… That was a pretty damn lot of minutes in a year.

You glanced down at your phone, sighing as you found a random picture that you evidently had forgotten to delete from your camera roll.

You felt you chest tighten a little as your eyes rested on the two smiling faces in the photo. Back when the both of you were happy together. Your cheeks were nearly touching, your eyes lit brightly as you wore a wide grin, holding up your ice cream.

He, on the other hand, merely had his lips slightly curved in the shape of a moon. Selfies just weren’t his thing, but the modest smile had reached his soft eyes, as he too, held up the ice cream cone in his hand for the photo.

It had been a long time since you saw his face, and the photo was stirring up dust-sheeted memories you had shoved into the back of your mind:

Red hair. Piercing golden eyes. The scent of peppermint. The taste of chocolate on his tongue. His ice-cold fingers against your hot skin. The tightness of his embraces.

And now, five hundred, twenty-five thousand and six hundred minutes later, here you were, thumb hovering over the ‘trash’ icon on your phone. You bit your lip as you hesitated, wondering if you should delete this photo too. You had pretty much deleted every other photo you had taken with him from your phone, because seeing his face after going your separate ways had hurt too much for a fresh, bleeding wound. Time had made things better, but the scars were still there. Your wounds had yet to heal.

Your pressed the icon, and the option to ‘delete’ or ‘cancel’ appeared, the white box blocking out your faces.

Five hundred, twenty-five thousand and six hundred minutes had passed since you broke up. It was time to move on for good.

Just as you were about to press ‘delete’ however, you collided with something hard. Or rather, someone. You heard him groan while you let out a gasp as your phone was knocked out of your hands.

You stumbled backwards but you managed to keep yourself from falling, although you weren’t able to save your phone.

Fortunately, he managed to catch it firmly in his hand. And he was now holding it out to you after muttering an apology to you.

“No, I’m sorry. Thank you,” you said, about to accept your phone back from him when your eyes met.

Red hair framed his face, messily falling over his forehead and brushing over his eyebrows. Piercing golden eyes met yours, widening in surprise like yours were as recognition flickered in them. Up close, you could detect the faintest scent of peppermint, the soothing, calming scent that you loved breathing in whenever he wrapped his arms around you in a tight, bone-crushing hug. A hug that promised, “I won’t ever let you go.”

Five hundred, twenty-five thousand and six hundred minutes had passed, and now here you were again.


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Second Chances//Part 3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5

Words: 1844
Pairings: Bellamy x Reader; Wells x Reader
Warnings: Violence, slight cussing.
Episode:1x02 Earth Skills

        You screamed as loud as possible as John Murphy held you against the fire, threatening to burn you. Sweat trickled down your cheeks, and you whimpered as you could feel the heat against your skin.

         Everyone swarmed around you and Murphy, no one doing anything.

         “Bellamy. Check it out. We want the Ark to think that the ground is killing us, right? Figure it’ll look better if we suffer a little bit first.” Murphy remarked, a smirk clear on his face as he enjoyed your fear.

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The Blue Stick Part 3

Pairing: Steve x reader  

Warning: Swearing. Pregnancy. 

(Remember to always have protected sex people!!)    

A/N: This changes reader points of view. More parts to come I’m working on the next one.
(Y/N) your name
(Y/H/C) your hair color   

**Russian Terms:

Nemnogo lyubvi (Little Love)
Rebenok (The baby)
devushka (Girl)

@skeletoresinthebasement  @allyp1023   @castellandiangelo

@castielohcastiel   @thejameebond

                                                                                                                              Things with Steve and The Avengers are great till you think you have the flu. When the stick turns blue everything changes, how are you going to tell Steve. Nothings going to be the same anymore and you’re not sure how you’re going to break it to Steve what if he isn’t ready, what if you’re not ready to give your life as part of the Avengers. Everything changes when something goes bad and the team including Steve is waiting for answers.    

“(Y/N) I’m not sure this is going to zip.” Wanda is yanking up on the zipper of your favorite black dress. Her face scrunched as she pulls again.

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"I think I'm in love with you..."

Requested by @cotton-beetle

“Dallas Winston if you come near me again, I’ll cut you!” I shouted. I stood in line for popcorn at the drive in with my best friend Johnny Cade. Johnny was really beat up, his father had pushed him around earlier in the day. Because of how many Socs were around, I had gone with Johnny to get out popcorn. If I hadn’t, somebody might have beaten him some more.

“Doll, you don’t know what you’re missing..” Dally hissed in my ear as he stalked off. Dallas Winston and I had always had a bad relationship. He thought that I was too sweet and pretty to defend Johnny all the time, and he thought Johnny should start standing up for himself. I would always roll my eyes because Johnny was so jumpy, he never could.

I always hated Dallas Winston because he treated me like a piece of china that should be left at home. As if I could ever sit at home and knit. As Johnny and I waited for our popcorn, I listened to all the conversations going on around me. Most were about the movie and how lame it was, which I totally agreed with, but Johnny wanted to come with Dallas so I tagged along. But then I heard something that made my blood freeze in my veins.

“Dallas Winston is such a joke. I wish he could just go die in a hole.” I could tell Johnny heard it too, because all the blood rushed out of his face when he looked at me. His eyes were pleading.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this!” I muttered to him, as I turned around and found the three guys who were insulting my best friend’s idol.

“Hey. You. Why are you acting so tough when you can’t even insult somebody to their face? If you’re too afraid to take him in a fight, don’t say anything at all.” I turned away from their shocked faces and dragged Johnny further towards the register.

Two hours later, after a very stupid, very tense movie where Dallas and I tried to be civil towards each other, Dallas split off to go to Buck’s and Johnny and I headed back to the Curtis house. It was starting to get colder, and I shivered.

“Here, take my jacket…” Johnny slipped off his jean jacket and threw it over my shoulders.

“Thanks, Johnnycake.”

“That was amazing… what you did back there…”

“It was nothing. Even though I hate him with a passion, Dally and I are still in the gang and we stick up for each other. Besides, you never let somebody get trashed without them knowing it. That makes them weak, takes their credibility away.” As we neared to Curtis house, I got around to thinking. What if that wasn’t the reason I had done it? What if deep down inside of me…something was stirring for Dallas Winston?

I was up late until the night thinking about it. Rolling around on the old couch in the living room, I thought about Dally. Sure he was a bit of a jerk sometimes but that was only when he wanted to seem tough, and he wasn’t the typical guy I would go for, but was there anything wrong with him? He was cute, he protected Johnny, he was sort of protective of me in the sense that he wanted me at home all the time, and Johnny obviously looked up to him… I fell into a fitful sleep thinking about Dally.

The next day, everybody had somehow gathered at the Curtis house. I sat next to Johnny on the couch, hoping somebody would sit down next to me before Dally. But of course. Dally sat next to me. Just my luck, I thought to myself. Everybody was screaming around and shouting.

“Hey, Johnny told me what you did the other night.” Dally said quietly in my ear.

“There’s no need to thank me, it’s what you do when you’re in a gang.” I replied back shortly.

“We should talk later, where we can get some privacy.”

“Dal- I’m not sure I want to go anywhere with you…”

“Trust me.”


“Alright once everyone starts leaving, I’ll leave and then you say you forgot some homework or something. I’ll meet you two blocks over.”

“Fine, whatever.” So an hour later, that’s where I was- walking towards Dally on the corner of Pickett and Sutton.

“Hey.” I said, crossing my arms in front of me.

“Hey…” he said quietly, his eyes skimming over my face. I had never seen this expression on his face before.

“So… you said you wanted to talk. Let’s talk.”

“Yeah… I wanted to say that I had been too protective of you. If you can stand up to three fully grown football players alone without batting an eye for somebody you hate, maybe you don’t need so much protection. And maybe it’s a good thing that you protect Johnny so much. If you didn’t he would just waste away from all the beatings.”

“Dally, I don’t hate you… I think I’ve realized recently that you aren’t as bad as you make yourself out to be.” I stepped closer to him, close enough that I could smell the cigarette smoke on his jacket and his hair.

“Not as bad as I seem, huh? Maybe…you just never looked close enough before…” He leaned forward and grasped my hips in his hands, and kissed me. Softly at first, but once I kissed back, more insistently.

“Dal… I think I…”

“You think you what?” he breathed. Our foreheads still rested on each other’s, both of our eyes were closed. His hands were still on my hips and my hands had found their way to his chest.

“Ive always hated you, and you were the one person in the gang that I tried to avoid but now… I think I may be in love with you…”

“Well that’s a good thing because I’ve loved you for awhile.” He swept me off my feet and continued to carry me back to Bucks.

“You should move in with me…” he whispered in my ear a couple hours later. We lay tangled up in his sheets, our cloths forgotten on the ground.

“Oh yeah? What makes you think that?” I propped myself up on his chest.

“Your parents wouldn’t mind, I’m alright with you here…” he leaned down and planted another long, slow kiss on my lips. “And I love you, that’s why.“

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first date yoonseokkook~~

“Yoongi! Yoongi where are you??”

I cannot believe I did this, he is either going to love me or hate me until-

A pair of antlers poked out from behind the kitchen counter, Jungkook having passed Yoongi completely without noticing. Who could really blame him though, that smile from Hoseok was still there if Jungkook blinked hard enough.

I wonder if I could get that tattooed on my eyelids, now that would be a tattoo worth getting.

“What are you screaming about, I’m right here.” Yoongi pushed off the floor, wiping his hands on his thighs as Jungkook caught his breath, swearing that I’m out of breath from running, not from flirting with my boyfriend’s crush, and definitely not from my boyfriends short shorts.

“You’ll never believe who I bumped into at the mini mart!” Yoongi raised an eyebrow, glancing at Jungkook’s hands before letting his arms cross over his chest.

“Obviously not Mr. Clean since his eraser is still on the shelf at the store. And where’s my hand soap?” Jungkook groaned, grasping Yoongi by the shoulders and shaking him the way Hoseok shook him moments before.

We aren’t even dating and he’s already a terrible influence on me, oh man is this how Yoongi feels?

“I found your blonde bombshell! And he has a name! And hobbies!” Yoongi’s chest tightened and he recalled the same feeling when he saw the blonde tree guy looking nervous with that crease in his forehead. Yoongi decided then and there that he hated creased foreheads.

“Well, what is it then? What’s his name?” Jungkook saw the way Yoongi’s eyes lit up, a slight twinkle in them and Jungkook knew he was going to be excited about the news.

“His name…is Hoseok.” Yoongi wanted to melt, oh, of course he would have an adorable name.

Why couldn’t his name be Steven or Patrick? Nooo, it had to be Hoseok.

“That’s..really cute. Oh my god.” Yoongi let his smile match his boyfriend’s, Jungkook obviously infatuated with the blonde as well.

If he wasn’t so cute I might’ve called him a homewrecker.

“And that’s not even the best part!” Jungkook was vibrating from excitement and Yoongi couldn’t help it, he looked so cute. Taking his face into his hands, he pressed a chaste kiss on Jungkook’s lips, the boy vibrating and giggling like a child with a sugar high. “I didn’t say it yet~.”

“I know,” Yoongi blushed, but smiled regardless, overwhelmed with affection. “But you were just so cute I had to.”

Min Yoongi, I swear you will be the death of me, Jungkook wanted to explode but refused to allow it to swallow him as he shook off other thoughts.

“Stop it~ Okay, so the best part is, he said he’s willing to go on a date with us! Us!

Us. If the ground didn’t want to swallow Yoongi whole before, it definitely did now. The prospect of having two people, two incredibly adorable people as partners was overwhelming, but Yoongi knew he couldn’t make assumptions. Marriages aren’t proposed on first dates, and dreaming of the future shouldn’t be done before.

I have to be like Jungkook, look at how level-headed he’s being right- nope, he’s vibrating again. Taking his boyfriend by the shoulders, Yoongi forced Jungkook to look him in the eyes.

“We can’t get ahead of ourselves, Jungkook. We gotta stay smart.” Realization flashed evident in the younger man’s eyes, well aware of how this could affect their relationship.

Whether we gain one or not. This could change us. Jungkook looked at Yoongi, his sweet, sassy and absolutely brave Yoongi and wanted nothing more than to make sure he was happy for the rest of their days. If anything, I want him to be happy.

And it would break his heart to admit, but he knew Yoongi was thinking the exact same thing.

“When is the date?” Yoongi wanted to make sure he had his head screwed on straight by the time the date came along. The last thing he wanted was to be thrown completely-

“Tomorrow at 3 pm.”

“I want a divorce.”

- - -

“Okay, so we’re going to walk up to him very casually and introduce ourselves, and you’ll say..?”Jungkook had decided, since the park was nearby and Yoongi already knew the path, that they would burn away some stress by walking.

“Sorry for stalking you because I thought your butt was cute.” Yoongi wished his antlers would get caught in his shirt, in his bed, in the treetops, in anything to get him out of this embarrassing situation.

“Noo, ‘sorry for not introducing myself earlier, my name is Min Yoongi’. It’s simple, Yoongi.” Jungkook wished he believed the words he was saying.

Yeah, simple, just try and be social. Small talk. Yeah, we’re toast.

“Too late to turn back now.” Jungkook thought for a moment that Yoongi had heard him, but when he turned he saw his boyfriend fighting to keep a small smile on his face, arm raised to awkwardly wave in greeting to the blonde setting up their lunch.

Jungkook pushed himself forward, walking over a bit more comfortably when Hoseok’s warm gaze locked on his own. “Are we late?”

“No, no! I just wanted to make sure everything was nicely set up, so I came early.” Hoseok scratched his neck, chuckling bashfully as a surge of pink flooded his cheeks. Jungkook and Yoongi didn’t have to make eye contact to know they were thinking the same thing.

Damn, he’s gorgeous.

- - -

“There was really no reason to hide it, so I just grabbed him in front of the entire campus and planted one on him. It was magical.” Hoseok had packed the best sandwiches and juice Jungkook had ever tried, and his wonderful conversation skills had let Yoongi drop his guard and tell stories of his and Jungkook’s history together. Needless to say, those two weren’t the only ones infatuated tonight.

“That’s so brave, Yoongi! I can’t imagine the risk it was, to put on a pride flag when those opposing you were all over campus.” Hoseok’s eyes shone, admiration glimmering by the dozen as Yoongi let his cheeks rose over, his embarrassment fading for affection as he let his fingers intertwine with Jungkook’s.

Hoseok saw the affection in their gazes, and his heart twisted and ached.

I want that. I want some, too. 

He had been in relationships before, some ending worse than others, but seeing how enamored Jungkook and Yoongi were, and how willing they were to share with him made Hoseok’s heart flutter. How can I say no to this? This is beautiful.

So when Yoongi suggested staying to see the stars, Hoseok nodded.

When Jungkook offered to pack away the food so they could lay down, Hoseok helped clean up.

And when Hoseok laid down, Jungkook and Yoongi lay right beside him.

And there was nothing remotely wrong about it.

‘How can I say no to this?’ Why would I ever want to?

Pretty Doll

 Pairing: Joker X Reader

 Word count: 707

 He keeps following you, leaving notes around in your house. It was way too creepy, and it’s starting to scare the hell out of you. A friend told you to find the Joker, the worst villain you know, and pay him a small fortune in order to kill the stalker. A very good idea, you think.

 After days of trying to find out a good way to approach him, you gather courage and bravely walk into one of his many clubs. It’s almost midnight and the party is just starting. No one tries to stop you, so you just keep walking until you reach empty corridors. A laugh comes to your ears, so you follow the sound and knock on a dark blue door. The Joker is right behind this door and it makes you shiver. Suddenly, a tall man opens the door, and the room is filled with silence.

 “I’m here to talk with the Joker.” Your voice sounds powerful like you know exactly what you’re doing.

 “Let the girl come in. I bet that whatever made her brave or mad enough to come look for me… ” You can see him getting up from behind his huge desk. “… will be interesting.”

 “Yes, it may be.”

 The man allows you to come in, and you sit on one of the chairs in the corner. Joker finishes his talk with two very old men and shoots one of them right there. You pretend not to be shocked, looking down at your own hands, while the men move the body. When he calls you, you immediately get up and head to the huge desk, sitting in front of him.

 “I’d never imagined you in a place like this.” You mutter to him.

 “I just come here when I have business to do. Now tell me what you want.”  Joker doesn’t even look at you, he’s cleaning the golden gun he had used to kill that man.

 “Well, they told me you’re the guy to see.”

 “For what?”

 “Murder.” Now he’s looking at you, wide eyes and a smile slowly coming to his lips. Joker puts the gun down, drumming his fingers on the table.

 “Why a girl like you, who seems to be so carefree, needs someone dead?”

 “He’s an ex-boyfriend who’s stalking me. He sneaks into my house to leave weird love notes. I’m scared, and I want him dead.” You’re surprised to sound so strong. He keeps staring at you with that smile. There’s something about that smile that’s making you feel a bit stronger.

 “A bad idea to mess with you.” He singsonged, standing up and walking around the desk and leaning on it, right in front of you. “But you came to the right man.”

 “How much?”



 “Nothing.“ He says, “Just need you to stay here for tonight while I take care of your little problem. ” Offering you his hand, he helps you to your feet.

 “You can’t help but smile at him. A mad man like him could never make you fall, that’s for sure. So, there’s no problem to stay here for one night.

 Joker guides you to a very large room, with purple sheets and golden furniture. You don’t say anything, but everything looks… well, all this gold looks, to you, a little too much. You thank him and get ready to sleep. Hopefully, tomorrow nobody will bother or stalk you.

 A loud noise wakes you up. You sit up quickly, your eyes immediately spotting a Joker, covered in dirt and blood. He murmurs something that you can’t understand.


 “Your love is dead.”

 “He’s not my love. I hated him, that’s why I came here.” 

 “You can go if you don’t need someone to fill the vacancy he left.” That same smile, that one that sent shivers down your spine earlier.

 “Vacancy? ”

 “Yes. You seem to be fragile, delicate.” J sits beside you on the bed, his eyes locked on yours “Like a pretty doll I want.”

 “You’re crazy.” You whisper, feeling the will to stay for more than only one night.

 “Yes. And I think…” He leans closer. “…you’re completely insane as well.”

 “Y-yes, I am…” You stutter, finally crashing your lips into his.


Baby, Don’t Worry.

Requested by Anon

Kihyun x Reader

Word Count: 1884

You must have been a saint in your past life to deserve the luck you were having this week. Not only had you gotten a raise at your job for all the compliments people were giving your manager about your waitressing skills, somehow you had found a notebook full of study guides for the upcoming tests at your college. On top of it, every night so far your dinner had been paid for at the convenience store across from your work where you usually stopped before heading home. You always knew you had a guardian angel, but you supposed it was finally time that they started working. A smile fell onto your lips at the thought, wiping down a table meticulously as you prepared for the lunch rush. Everything was close to perfect now and you ran your hands down your apron and stuffed the rag you were holding into your back pocket. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the hostess greeting a customer to the restaurant and seating him politely at a table near the window. You approached him with a sweet smile, recognizing his features immediately.

“The usual?” You grinned, leaning on his table playfully as he looked up to meet your eyes.

“You know me too well.” He chuckled in response, fingers running through his swept back fringe and handing the menu in his free hand to you. You took the menu graciously, your eyes crinkling at the edges as you watched him begin to lay out his stuff on the table.

“It’ll be right out.”

“That guy is here again? It’s the sixth time this week. I mean, not that I mind, but..” One of your co-workers questioned, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. You laughed quietly, brushing her off with a quick reminder to finish setting out the salt and pepper shakers. This certain customer did seem to pop up out of nowhere, but you couldn’t exactly complain. He tipped well, didn’t disturb your work, and not to mention, that he was incredibly handsome. It was a nice distracter from several troublesome regulars that liked to come in and take advantage of the bar, especially since he only seemed to be typing away on his laptop to complete some of his own work. You didn’t mind watching his brow furrow at the screen or accidently catching his eyes on you, it was a lot better than certain treatment you tended to get. Plus, he always left cute smiley faces on his receipts when he left.

The day came and went with the sunlight, and before you knew it you were locking up for the night. Living in the city, it had always felt a bit unnerving, to say the least, to walk home alone. Especially with a shift ending after the sun had set, you always made sure to have something handy just in case there was an incident. Things somehow had felt different lately, there was this sort of warmth that had washed over you. For once in your years of living here, you felt safe. You hummed softly as you swung your arm back and forth, convenience store bag in hand.

The handsome regular came again the next day and you greeted him routinely, taking his order a bit flirtatiously, although you would never tell your boss that. You set his americano on the table delicately, carefully avoiding his workspace.

“It’s on the house tonight.” You grinned, slyly catching a peek of his laptop and your eyes falling on what you took to be his name monogrammed onto a small decal.

Yoo Kihyun.

The day continued as normal from there, other than the fact you had gotten overtime because of a co-worker’s family situation and now you had to handle the later shift as well. Kihyun hadn’t left when your shift moved into overtime, instead ordering another cup of coffee while he worked. Streams of customers came in, a majority requesting to be seated at the bar. You powered through about a third of the night rush when a particularly boisterous customer stumbled in, probably having been refused drinks  somewhere else due to his already drunken state. He slurred violently at you, demanding to be served whiskey and you politely refused several times, asking him to leave quietly before you had to get authority involved. Kihyun was by your side before the man could even take a step towards you, gritting his teeth and leaning close to the stranger to whisper something that seemed not particularly nice. To your surprise, he left quickly after that, dragging himself out of the front doors immediately. Relief allowed you to take a deep breath, your attitude settling as you faced Kihyun.

“I don’t know what you said to him just now, but thank you so much, Kihyun. I really have a hard time handling situations like that well.” You murmured, running your hands over your face too soothe your expression. His eyes widened considerably at the mention of his name, a kind smile soon tugging at the edges of his lips. It was only then when you realized how odd you sounded.

“You handled it well, y/n.” He chuckled, ruffling your hair a bit before heading back to his coffee.

Guess I wasn’t the only one doing some snooping.  You thought, adjusting the collar of your shirt and looking down at your nametag before you covered your face in embarrassment.

Oh my god, I’m a fool.

The warm feeling followed you home again that night, and as usual, your meal from the store you always stopped by was paid and ready to go. As you took the bag in your hands and thanked the store keeper, she smiled at you kindly.

“I wish I had a boyfriend like yours.”

The next days went smoothly, Kihyun was there consistently and a new waiter had showed up ready to be trained. He was a young man near your age, with dark hair and dark eyes and some staggering height. In the process of showing him how to bus tables and giving him a run through of the menu, he liked to give snarky comments and whisper funny things under his breath. You couldn’t help but laugh at his weird outbursts and it was nice to have someone around who was your age that you were able to have fun with. The company during later shifts would also be quite helpful since he was so tall that no one would want to mess with him. Throughout the evening Kihyun had been a bit high maintenance and you could feel his eyes burning into you even more than usual. His fingers clacked so loudly against his keyboard that it could practically echo.

“What’s up with him?” The new kid joked, earning him a flick in the forehead from you.

“He’s just having a bad day.”

What the hell is she smiling at that kid like that for? She’s so difficult. Is it because he’s taller than me? Am I being too greedy? Kihyun thought inwardly, continuing to smash his keys angrily and grind his teeth.

You locked up that evening, starting your journey home with a particularly chilly feeling seeping into your bones. You even skipped the convenience store where you were sure your dinner was waiting, trying to get home with the door locked as soon as possible. Footsteps were approaching behind you and you were clutching your keys desperately between your fingers when you slammed face first into someone’s chest. Fear tore through your figure, an ear piercing scream escaping your lips.

“Calm down, I’m not dangerous. There’s someone following you.” The person in front of you said lowly, only for your ears as their hand slipped into yours and they began to lead you in a different direction.

“How did you know someone was following me? Are you stalking me too?” You lashed out, tugging your hand harshly away from the stranger before their eyes met yours.

“Wait… Kihyun?”

“I swear to fucking god, y/n, do you want to die?” Kihyun hissed, pulling you down a back street and through several complicated areas and after what felt like hours, you were being welcomed into his home.

You sat on the edge of his couch, your nerves still tearing at you from the horrifying experience earlier and Kihyun handed you a mug full of hot tea only moments later.

“Do you need anything? Do you want to change out of those clothes?” He asked quietly, sitting down next to you and gesturing to your blouse. You shook your head in response, clearing your throat before responding.

“I’m still shaky, I don’t know if I could even undo the buttons.” You attempted to laugh lightly and Kihyun only furrowed his brows in response.

“I’d feel better if you stayed here for the night.”

“I would feel better if I stayed here for the night too.” You echoed, brushing a few stray hairs from your face.

“Who was that guy who was following me, anyway?”

“The drunkard from the other night. Guess I wasn’t harsh enough.” Kihyun mused, blinking slowly as the two of you recalled the previous week together.

“What did you say that time anyway?” You questioned, smirking slightly at the man beside you, thankful for all of his help recently.

“Nothing special, I just threatened to take him to police station myself if he laid a hand on you. What can I say? Other men are like the devil to me.” Kihyun sighed, stretching his arm out along the back off the couch behind you.

“H-Huh?” You stuttered at his blatant confession, feeling your throat grow dry.

“Have you seriously not caught on? Why do you think I tipped so well? Why do you think I left those study guides out? And bought your dinner? And knew the way you took home? Who else could have done it?” He looked at you, confusion written all over his features as well as slight amusement.

“Well… When you put it like that… I guess I just didn’t put two and two together.” You mumbled, looking away as your face flushed a deep red.

“I also might have said nothing to that new kid about not getting close to you anymore.” Kihyun said quickly, hoping it would slip past you in the heat of the moment.

“Yah- Kihyun! Don’t scare him off.” You scolded him, pursing your lips in frustration as set your mug down on the table in front of you.

“What can I say? I’m stuck on you.” Kihyun grinned, pressing his hand on top of yours shyly as his face began to stain pink.

The conversation carried on until late, the two of you bantering back and forth with childish smiles and bad jokes. By the time the sun had risen, your relationship was established, and you were asleep with your head against Kihyun’s chest. The days following, Kihyun remained a regular with a friendly feud against the new employee and you never walked home alone again. The nights became full of sweet chats over coffee, light kisses, and late night runs to the convenience store together.

At this point, you were stuck too.

Brave One

Title:Brave One (Working Title) 

Author: proudofthefish 

Pairing: Steve/Peggy

Status: Complete 

Length: Fic Bit

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff, EverybodyLives!AU

Author’s Note:  This is just a scene I have been imagining from my earlier EverybodyLives!AU headcannon.  For this all you need to know is that  Peggy rescues a young Natasha from the Red Room and adopts her.  Steve is found a year or two later and Tony is around the same age as Natasha.  Hopefully there are not too many typos.  First real fic on tumblr so I hope you enjoy.

“Are you Papa?”

The red headed little girl had been stalking Steve for the two weeks he had been back from the ice, but she had been careful, Steve noticed, never to be alone in the room with him. Peggy hadn’t been surprised when he had mentioned it to her, only saying that she had been wary of the Commandos too in the beginning.

Now he crouched down, his hands placed carefully on his knees where she could see them. “Well Sweetheart, I’d be happy to be your Papa if you want one.” She shrugged just a little, hesitant and maybe a little shy, but there was a hunger in her eye that Steve recognized. He settled on the kitchen floor.  “If you had a Papa, what would you expect him to do?”

“Papas carry kids when they are tired, and build things with them.” Steve nodded solemnly as he saw a flash of color that meant Peggy was probably leaning against the doorway of the kitchen.  Natasha whose back was to her did not notice and continued,  “Papas tell bed time stories about Captain America and….” She trailed off and bit her lip uncertainly.  Howard, was Steve’s only thought.  The man and how he acted around little Tony was obviously the girl’s model, but now she was frowning.

“And what?” Steve prodded.  

“A Papa would make Mama happy,” the girl spoke quietly, her eyes dropping to the floor.

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Mafia! Romano ask from earlier

The river flowed in front of you. The crisp air whipped at your face.

“It’s too late for you to be out,” someone called from behind you.

You turned to face them. “I could say the same for you.” Lovino Vargas’s eyes flickered with delight and a hint of something else.

“You could.” He stalked around the rock that you sat on. You pulled up your feet as he passed. “What are you doing out so late?”

“Looking for you.” It was hard to take his out off of him.

He laughed a bit. “Well, you found me.” Lovino leaned against the rock. “Why were you looking for me? People that do that usually are into some shady things.”

“Well, people usually say that you’re the bad guy.” You slid off the rock. “Why do people say that?”

His face became grimer before glancing off to the river. “I made a mistake that no one needs to know about.” Lovino turned to face you again. “Now, why were you looking for me?”

You turned. “No one needs to know that, especially you.” Before he could think, you pushed him into the rushing water.

Lovino grasped at a branch that stuck out on the bank. He was about to be sent under the churning water.

“I know all about that stupid mistake.” You pulled out a picture of a young man. “Murder can hardly be considered a mistake, even when it concerns my brother.”

You threw the picture at him and walked away. The yell is what signaled to you that he had finally fell into the waters below.

When summer time comes around I get really excited and I always feel so pumped for all the things I can finally do. But most summers, I spend more time on my phone than with myself ya feel. 

Go to Sleep | Take this time to go to bed earlier so you can wake up earlier too! I promise you that sleeping instead of stalking ur best friends cousins ex on instagram at 2AM will be worth it when you wake up! 

Do Yoga | I personally hate working out. It gets so intense to the point that I don’t feel motivated to work out. Yoga is a great alternative - you get to relax while sweating ur balls out! Youtube is a great platorm to find all sorts of yoga tutorials. I love Yoga with Adrienne’s channel. If you’re a newbie like me, 30 days of yoga or Revolution is a good place to start!

Binge-watch | This is your time to just binge watch on all the shows that you’ve been dying to see! Ur probably doing it rn. 

Play a new instrument | Playing an instrument really improves how your brain functions. It works out all the parts of ur good ol’ brain - not only will it make u feel things but it’s going to sound good too! 

Bake | Baking may sound intimidating but trust me, it ain’t. There are a billion recipes out there that u can make with ingredients you already have at home. 

Read your books | Read that book u said u would read but didn’t because school. Some books I’ve been reading are: Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy, The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood, The Valley of Amazement by Amy Tan, Our Dark Duet by Victoria Schwab, Into the Water by Paula Hawkins. 

Take care of your skin | I suffer from really bad acne so I take this time to look after my face with extra care. Put on sunscreen(even if you’re spending the day at home). Put on that face mask and play some nice soothing music while ur at it. Take that extra 3 minutes massaging that moisturizer on your face and neck.

Spend time w ur fam | I’m only home for 2 months every year since I study in a different region and air fare is expensive. I always use this time to talk to my parents and siblings. To catch up on all the small town gossip and laugh at my dads jokes. 

Relax | I personally use summer break to enjoy myself. Throughout the school year I get so stressed and I get caught up in all the crazy high-school stuff. It’s good to want to prepare for next school year, but remember it’s summer break. 

Take care of yourself. Indulge yourself with an hour long shower or another slice of your favorite chocolate cake. School is stressful and sometimes you get so lost in it that you forget yourself. Self-care is of utmost importance, don’t forget that.

To clear something up: I am perfectly entitled to squat in the bushes on a nice, relaxing day on my own terms, and that does not in any way mean I’m ‘stalking’ my own best friend as he foolishly cavorts with some ditzy fourth year just because I happen to be squatting in the bushes right next to them. You people are just far too fixated on subtext.

Additionally, don’t read the Open Letters to Rose Granger-Weasley page. I got a bit emotional earlier and I typed up some rubbish. I don’t want to delete the page because I might change my mind later. I’m rather neurotic at the moment.

Wincest Drabble

Yep. I have tried to stay away, but alas. I have written a Wincest drabble.

I think I have tagged appropriately, please let me know if I have forgotten a tag I should be using. I know this is not everyone’s ship. I won’t be at all offended if you choose not to read this.  I WILL be offended if you send me a mean message.

It wasn’t surprising that Dean teased Sam about coming home from the bar early. (“No one interested in hunting moose tonight?”) It wasn’t surprising that Sam gave him a bitch face and said nothing in response, simply handing him a beer and settling in the motel chair. This was totally normal.

It wasn’t surprising that when Dean decided to go to bed, he passed Sam’s chair and tugged on his hair, still giving him shit about whatever he could. It wasn’t surprising that he laughed when Sam shrugged him off, rolling his eyes, his mouth forming a tight, straight line. This was totally normal.

It was surprising, however, when Sam stood and came at Dean, backing him against the wall like a predator stalking his prey. That was not totally normal.

“Jesus, Sam, calm down,” Dean said, laugh a little higher than it had been seconds earlier. “I didn’t mean to get you all twisted.”

Sam laughed too, then, but it was hard, not quite right. “Didn’t mean to…” He stepped even closer, his chest bumping Dean’s. “No, you never mean to do anything. You just touch and joke and play and I’m supposed to pretend it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Sam, what are you-”

“You think I couldn’t get a girl if I wanted one? I don’t want one, Dean.” His face was determined now, that stubborn expression Dean had seen since he was a little boy, the one that said he had made a decision, and he was not backing down until he saw it through.

“Okay,” Dean tried to shove him away, but Sam stood firm. “Look, if dudes are more your style, I’m not gonna judge…”

Sam rolled his eyes and put his hands on the wall, beside Dean’s head, caging him in. “Not guys, you idiot. You.”

And then Sam’s mouth was on Dean’s, hot and insistent.

Dean made a surprised sound in the back of his throat. This was Sam. He should be shoving him away, thinking about all the reasons why this was wrong.

Instead, he was thinking about how perfect Sam’s lips were, all that tanned skin he knew was under the shirt Sam wore, how he had been secretly glad that Sam had come home early, and come home alone.

Dean carefully leaned into the kiss. The second Sam felt him respond, he dug his fingers into his waist, pulling him close, kissing him with everything he’d been holding back for who knows how long.

When they finally pulled apart, they were both panting. Dean stared at Sam, surprised now by the fact that he didn’t seem surprised at all.

Winchester brothers-Invisible Part 9

Title: Invisible Part 9

Pairings: Winchester brothers x sister reader

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Request:Can u also do invisible part 9?

Request:I loved the invisible series so much ahhh will you do a part 9 pls pls pls

Request:Please I NEED Invisible Part 9 *-*

Request:Is there an Invisible part 9?


Request:Is there going to be anymore additional parts to Invisible?

Links:Invisible, Invisible part 2, Invisible Part 3, Invisible Part 4, Invisible Part 5, Invisible Part 6,Invisible part 7,Invisible Part 8

Sam held you tightly as you started spewing your own blood. He watched in horror as you choked and gagged on the crimson liquid. He cursed when the ringing continued in his ear; Dean still not picking up.

You shook violently, a dangerous amount of blood being brought up. Sam sat you upright in his arms, not having a clue what to do but did the first thing he could think of and called for Cas.

The sound of Angel wings fluttering could be heard as Cas approached the two of you.

“Sam, what is happening?’‘Cas asked with a confused and worried tone.

’'Not now, Cas!’'Sam yelled, motioning to you. ’'Oh god, there’s too much blood, just help her!”

Cas reached down and pressed two fingers to your forehead, a weird tingling falling through your body before you slumped back in Sam’s arms. Sam looked at Cas with a startled look as he shook you.

“I can stop her bleeding out but I cannot put back the blood she lost. She needs a doctor. She must go back to the hospital’'Cas announced with a stern tone.

Sam leaned down and scooped you up, Cas quickly touching both of you before Sam saw he was in the hospital. It was like deja vu, he rushed off with you in his arms and screamed for help.

A bunch of doctors took you away as you were placed on a stretcher and wheeled to the emergency room. Sam paced back and fourth, ringing Dean but got the same reply.

Cas zapped out, bringing a worried Dean back with him as Sam raced over as he ran a hand over his stressed face.

’'Were the hell where you!’'Sam yelled, getting a few odd looks. He quietened down but his face was still red and flushed.

“Sammy, what’s going on?!’‘Dean asked, ignoring his brothers questions and frustration. ’'Is she okay?’'He breathed out lowly. Sam shrugged, wiping his forehead from the sheen layer of sweat before blowing out a worried breath.

’'I dunno, she just started hacking up blood. God, Dean…there was so much of it-and- she couldn’t stop’'Sam whispered, his face paling.

They all rushed over to the doctor that came out, a harsh look set on his face.

’'I keep seeing you people around here’'He muttered, eyeing the brothers and Castiel cautiously.

Dean’s face hardened; ready to brutally attack the doctor that was making obscene assumptions about them and your health but he was beaten to it by Cas as he slammed the doctor against the wall.

’'You listen here, Assbutt. We love that girl with everything we’ve got, we would go to the end of the earth and into Lucifer’s cage itself to find her, so don’t you DARE go assuming we would lay a finger on her, you should not have discharged her if she wasn’t completely steady!’'Castiel roared.

The doctor paled as Dean held a proud expression. Sam carefully patted the angels back to calm him as Cas shuffled away and the doctor tried to compose himself.

’'She was perfectly fine, thank you. We’ve got her stable and we’re currently giving her the blood she needs but as far as everything is she’s perfectly healthy just dizzy from blood loss’'The doctor explained baffled.

’'Thank you, Doctor’'Sam smiled gently as he nodded at him. Sam waited until he left before turning back to the others. ’'What if it’s him…the guy who was hurting her?”

“I’m gonna call, Bobby. Cas you go in and double check she’s okay, I don’t trust that dude. Sammy, you gotta convince her to tell us who he is’'Dean sighed, whipping out his phone.

They both nodded, following their instructions before heading into your room.

’'Hey…’'You stated wearily. Sam flashed you a warm smile, making his way to the edge of your bed. ’'I’m fine, Cas’'You mumbled groggily when you felt his two fingers being pressed against your forehead.

’'She is’'Cas nodded, agreeing with you after he checked. You started to get up but they both rushed to hold you down.

’'Whoa, easy there champ.’'Sam chuckled, tucking the blankets back over you. ’'Listen…(Y/n), we need to talk”

“Are you breaking up with me?’'You joked, stopping when you noticed his serious expression. ’'What’s up?’'You grunted, shuffling so you could sit up.

Sam made sure you were okay first before he sat down in the chair next to the bed.

’'We- Dean, Cas and I…we think that whatever this is…it’s being caused by him. Look, look. I know you don’t want to remember it, or talk about whatever happened but you need to give us something, anything that can help you otherwise you are gonna die (Y/n)…and we can’t help you’'Sam sighed, running his fingers through his locks.

’'Sam is right. Although it may be a uncomfortable experience to talk about you must if you want to stay alive’'Cas added.

’'Okay, wow, don’t sugar coat it’'You muttered, sitting up further. You winced when you pulled something but rested back as Dean came into the room.

’'Hey, I called Bobby and he’s on his way. We’re gonna be stopping at his for a bit’'Dean explained, he caught your eyes, smiling softly. ’'How you feeling?”

“Like a dried up prune’'You chuckled, wincing slightly.


’'I know, Dean. They already told me I had to come clean but I can’t. I know it’s hard for you to hear that but I just can’t’'You sighed.

Sam sat back with a flustered face, about to protest but Dean held up his palm.

’'Okay’'He nodded. You all looked at him shocked, your brow raising.

’'Okay?’'You repeated unsteadily. He nodded, giving you another warm smile. Cas gave Dean a confused expression as he helped you up and walked you out.

’'What the hell man!’'Sam yelped, ’'She’s gonna die if she doesn’t tell us”

“I know. Don’t worry, Sammy. If we force her she won’t tell us so we need to take it slow. Geesh I thought you would have loved this sensitive crap’'Dean mumbled.

Sam’s face hardened as his knuckles cracked. ’'But she needs to tell us’'Sam hissed through clenched teeth.

’'What is your problem? Why do you wanna know so bad?’'Dean scoffed, looking at his brother strangely.

’'Because she’s the only one who knows where the key is!’'Sam growled out before he realised his mistake. Dean stood up straight, head twitching.

’'What key?’'He asked, shuffling closer. ’'She say something to you about a key?”

“Erm…y-yeah. She was mumbling about it earlier. I just figured it was important’'Sam laughed nervously. Dean looked at him wearily but accepted his answer and walked out.

Sam let out a breath, rolling back his shoulders and clenching his fingers as his eyes glowed orange.

’'Stupid Winchesters’'He hissed before containing himself and stalking out the hospital. He stopped a few feet away from where you, Cas and Dean stood and stared with a manic grin.

’'Little Winchester…it’s been too long”