i will hunt you down xo

I Can’t Do This Anymore

Poe Dameron/Reader

Reader is a bounty hunter who grew up on Yavin 4 with Poe Dameron.  Now the two of them are lovers.  Poe constantly pesters the reader to join the resistance, but she sees no point and only knows life in the ways of a bounty hunter.  This eventually sparks an argument that makes them both question their relationship…

Author: Charlee

Anon Asked:  Could you please write an angsty Poe Dameron/reader where Poe and reader have their first fight/argument as a couple? The fight is really intense and heated and they question a lot about their relationship but it ends in some really great fluff?? Xo

Word Count: 1285

A/N: really sorry if this sucks, As i was writing this a million things were happening and its been a shitty night guys… enjoy…

Exhaustion fell over you as you returned to your little underground home beneath the sands of Jakku.  Another hunt completed, another bounty collected.  As you walked closer to your home, you notice a ship parked near by.  An X-Wing painted black and orange.  “Poe…” you whisper, a soft smile coming to your face as you step down into your home.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, today I saw am army guy in town - who I am desperately attempt to hunt down and make my future husband - so I was wondering if you could update the military tags please? Thanks xo

Air Mail. by Handsofred (complete | 20,229 | Not Rated)

‘’Oh my god’’ Stiles breathed out as heavy booted footsteps faded away down the hall. ‘’oh my god’’

‘’Stiles?’’ Allison asked as he scrambled around the desk searching for the last letter before he was thrusting it at their faces.

‘’It’s him…my soldier…it’s him, it’s Mattie’s dad’’ He told them, his eyes wide as Allison took the letter from him, ‘’oh my god, oh my god and I fainted in front of him…oh Jesus Christ’’

Dress Blue Eyes by SurprisinglySane (complete | 887 | Rated G)

Stiles really hates eating in the school cafeteria, but Scott insisted since “it was cold outside.” Which was insane since it was sunny and about seventy degrees. But looking around the crowded room he saw the uniform first, then the electric blue eyes flashing beneath the black rim of the white hat. One thought flashed through his mind:

fucking no

Fate Knew Better by whatthehale (14/? | 47,898 | Rated M)

Wherein Derek is the military, and Stiles gets paired with him in a Military pen pals program.

Specialized Technical Intelligence and Logistics for Earth and Space (S.T.I.L.E.S) by Yiichi (4/10 | 20,971 | Not Rated)

“What the hell kind of a name is Stiles?” he asked.

“You know, a series of sounds spoken in a particular sequence that represent my identity, primarily, referring to me?“ the AI – Stiles – answered cheekily, crossing his own arms in front of his chest, mirroring Derek’s position.

“Ooh, this one’s feisty,” Peter smirked.

I’ll Be Seeing You by thepsychicclam (complete | 81,489 | Rated E)

In the summer of 1941, with the country on the brink of war, diner waiter Stiles meets Derek Hale, an army soldier just passing through Beacon Hills.

I’m Coming Home by redhoodedwolf (complete | 1,031 | Rated T)

Prompt from Tumblr: I’m not sure if your still doing prompts… but if you are I would love you forever if you could write a Military!AU, where Stiles surprises Derek be coming back early!! Very FLUFFY!!!

Corporal Punishment by Brego_Mellon_Nin (complete | 3,942 | Rated E)

“I’ve been reluctant to stoop to your level, but you leave me no choice. All previous experience tells me that no amount of push-ups or nighttime cross country running will improve your behavior.”

Stiles smirks. “The perks of growing up with ADHD, I’m in fairly good shape.”

Hale pinches the bridge of his nose, nostrils flaring. “Right. Stand up, Stilinski. Hands on the desk.”

It doesn’t occur to Stiles what that particular order entails before he’s standing, half bent over the desk in order to reach with his hands. This position seems fairly suggestive.

AirWolf by Circe6 (complete | 45,045 | Rated E)

An elite black ops program flying experimental helicopters called Wolves is deployed in the desert of Afghanistan.

Stiles Stilinski is an onboard Systems Operator and his pilot is one hotheaded Derek Hale.

What a Difference a Day Makes by the_gramophone (complete | 1,888 | Rated G)

Derek is struggling not to feel lonely this Valentine’s Day, but he does his best to put on a brave and happy face for his daughter. Both their days take a turn for the better when they get an unexpected surprise.

"All I'm trying to say..." A Stiles One Shot.

You sighed as you looked at the scenery in front of you. Nothing about it seemed right, but there was nothing you could do. You couldn’t control what he did, who he was with or who he liked. You would just wish you had had the time to tell him. He was your best friend after all. But no, destiny wouldn’t let you. He was too occupied with his new girl and didn’t have time for you anymore. You sighed again as you wiped away the fallen tear, shut your locker and turned around to walk to your next class. You passed his best friend on the way and he looked at you, concerned. You looked away, not wanting to let anyone know what kind of pain you were really in. You never wanted it to end like this, but due to everything, you didn’t have a choice. Beacon Hills was no longer the right place for you. Everything had only been going downhill since you got there only two years ago, and now you were tired. No, exhausted. It felt like it had been a lifetime since you had smiled a real smile, and it broke you. You used to be so happy, always smiling, always positive, but something had changed you. Or more like someone. He changed you the minute he told you about all the supernatural stuff that was happening. He became your priority. It became your biggest priority to make sure that he stayed as much in the normal world as possible. Even when danger threatened to destroy them, you stood by his side, and reminded him of the human he was. And now he had to learn how to stay that way without you. Because no one reminded you of the human inside of you. You were going crazy. All the danger, you never felt safe. It hadn’t mattered until a few weeks ago, when you overheard a conversation between your friends that you realized it. You weren’t you. And being true to who you are, used to be your motto. Your code. The one thing you never thought you would change. But you did, and when you realized it, tears started falling. You sighed as you sat down in the back of the class and rested your head on the table. Your last day at Beacon High, and it wasn’t going as planned. 


You sighed as you closed your last suitcase, looking at it. You dragged it down the staircase and was met by your grandmother’s teary eyes. She wasn’t crying because you were moving out, but because she knew that you were about to find yourself again, become the grandkid that never frowned. She kissed your forehead as your grandfather gently removed the suitcase from your hand and put it in the car along with the rest of your things. Sighing, you smiled a weak smile to your grandmom and went for the car, when you saw the way too familiar car pull up at the sidewalk. His dark brown hair was visible before the engine was even turned off, and he raced to get to you. He embraced you in a tight hug as you felt yourself cry for the first time ever, in the safety of his arms. He held you close as he began to speak. 

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to leave. We’ll make it work. I’ll be there some more. I will do anything to ma-” You cut him off mid-sentence before he got to say anything else that would bring you to tears. 

“Don’t, Stiles. Don’t try to be the hero in this. We both know that if I stay, I’ll end up going down with the ship. I’ll end up crazy, frustrated. I could end up witnessing your death, Stiles. And I am not ready for that. I’m not ready for that because… I’m just not.” You said as you pulled out an envelope with his name on it. You placed it in his hands softly as you kissed his cheek like you had done countless times before, and got in the car next to your grandfather. And before he got to say anything else, you were gone. You had left Beacon Hills, and all he had left from you was the memories and the letter that felt like fire in his hands. 

He slowly made it to his room, holding onto the envelope tightly as he sat down on his bed. With shaking hands he slowly opened the letter and pulled out the paper and immediately he recognized the handwriting to be yours. The way the letters connected in a sloppy, yet elegant way, made it seem like you had used a lot of time on writing it. The stains of black on the paper, told him that whatever was in the letter, it had caused you pain, because the stains were dry tears. He took a deep breath and began reading, what he would find to be the last goodbye. 

Dear Stiles. Best friend. Bestie. Batman. I don’t know how to tell you this, because clearly I’m not going to be there when you read it, and it pains me to know that this could possible be the last thing we’ll ever share. Because you have this letter, it means that I’m gone. That I lost the battle against the frustrations. The trouble of breathing. The battle against myself. 

Stiles, you don’t know how much you mean to me. You mean so much more than you think. You’re amazing, you’re funny, you are sweet, caring, beautiful on the inside out. I guess all I’m trying to say is that… I love you. Always have, always will. Please don’t cry. I know you must be crying by know, and just the thought of it, breaks my heart. But Stiles you never saw it. You never saw that the one who would be your princess was right next to you. So I had to leave. I had to let you go. Not just for you. But for my own sake too. I was going crazy, seeing you with her. But she made you smile, she made you laugh, she made you happy. And in the end, that is all that really matters to me. You are, and will forever be, my one and only Batman. 

So don’t let this information stop you from going after her. You deserve to be happy. I know what you’re thinking ‘So do you!’ But Stiles, don’t you get it? Leaving, will make me happy. It will give me the time I need to heal. The time I need to find who I used to be. The one I want to be. Stay happy. Please, for me? I know it's ridicules to ask such thing of you, when I just left you like that. But I didn’t leave you with nothing. You don’t see it yet? Look in. Look into your heart and see what I left there. You see it now? I left you the opportunity to find love. To figure out who you are, and what you want to do. I will promise you this, Stiles. I will stay happy, the minute I find happiness. You’ll always be my partner in crime. I love you. 


Y/N. Your best friend. Cat Woman. Bestie. The one who will always look out for you. 

P.S don’t try and track me down. You won’t find me. I learned from the best xo

Stiles wiped away the tears as he read the letter over and over again. He was torn apart. Hurt, sad, angry, lonely. But one thing Y/N had said, would always be his escape. Something he could turn to when nothing else could get his mind of things. The hunt of tracking her down. 

A moment like this

A/N: Okay, first I have to say that I have written this before 12x10. This is what I was expecting them to forgive each other. But I am happy how it had turned out, it is even more perfect than my version. However, mabye you are going to like it. This is my third fanfiction and it’s pretty long. But I really don’t know how to add a ‘read more’ so I am sorry. xo T

A Moment like this

“Falling in love is a crazy thing to do.
It’s like a socially, acceptable form of insanity.”

Being an addict is like a rollercoaster. There are up, downs and maybe even looping. Owen Hunt is like a looping. A looping Amelia never wants to stop. What she had learned from her past is that after a looping a massive down is taking place. The only thing she wants to do is froze the time and that for her entire life. Owen Hunt is a looping. He’ll ever be. He let her feel the high and the rush that only Oxy gave her before.

When she entered the Attending Lounge and spotted the Ginger sitting o the couch, legs propped up, Eyes closed and regular breathe while her breath stopped. Her heart is beating fast, her throat went dry and butterflies are flying a marathon in her stomach. She is craving about him.

She cleared her throat and headed over to the coffee machine. It was like her best friend since Owen ignored her. She can’t sleep without him anymore. Amelia needs his hot chest against her back, his knees behind her ones, his scent overwhelming her. And this is scaring her like hell.

When Owen had heard the little cough, he opened his eyes. He spotted the brown headed Neurosurgeon at the coffee machine. She looked sad, red eyes, pale skin, dry lips. He hates it to see her like that, to know you are one of the reasons she is sad and terrified. With her coffee in the hand, she turned around about to leave this place where she was just feeling helpless and distraught, while Owen was there. Their blue pearls met for a second or more, both couldn’t. Owen could just tell that this special shine, he is craving to see, left her. His heart crashed into million pieces. Her tiny frame shivered and turned around toward the door, leaving the room in a fast pace.

While she opened the door she lost something. She lost lot of things in the last time. Her sobriety. Her sister. But this time it was a photograph. A Photograph that she is keeping with her since, she took it.
Owen rubbed his red, stubby chin watching it falling to the ground.

“Amelia, I think you have lost something.” he shouted after her.

But Amelia was to far away, in the nearest On Call Room she could find. Hot tears are running down her creamy cheek. No man had made her cry that much before and she hates this fact.

Owen stood up from the couch, heading over the thing on the cold hospital floor. He knelt down in front of it; take it in his big hands. As he knew what the thing is, a gasp left his mouth. It’s a picture of Owen and Amelia after the failed Dinner Party. He can remember pretty good how they took it.

Amelia is nuzzling her nose into his warm, safe chest. His hands were left in her dark brown, silky curls. He ever had a thing for them.

“You smell so good.” she muttered lost. Didn’t know she have spoken it out loud, Owen added “You too, Mia.”

Her cheeks turned red, from the embarrassment.

“Everything alright.” he pecked her lips “Have I told you, how pretty you are today before?”

She smiled, her dimples appeared. Their pearls met. They just could feel the love between them.

“Can I take a Photo? You look even more handsome than I today.”

“We can.” He pecked a light kiss on her nose “But this is impossible.”

“You like to kiss me today, don’t you major?”

“Actually I do.”, he muttered while he took his mobile phone out of his jeans pocket.

“So kiss me.”


He did. The photo was shot, but they didn’t care. Lips are dancing, fire exploding, Tongue are teasing the other.

He rubbed his thumb over the picture, capturing it where his heart is. He missed her, with all his passion. He needs her. So he had to talk to her. He was the one who destroyed it – He had to be the one who fix it. Before everything is falling apart even further.

Amelia was standing at the Nurse station, when the Ginger walked around the corner. He had something in his hand walking strait past her. Her stomach flipped, she gave the tablet back to a nurse and turned around to just walk away like she did it the last few days. But this time Owen Hunt wasn’t playing this game with her.

“Dr.Shepherd, I need to talk to you!” he shouted behind her.

She whimpered as his voice hit her like a wracking ball. Inside her head was a mess, she didn’t know if she should turn around and just talk to him or if she should stay hard walking into the toilet she spotted a few meters in front of her. Just to run away. Just to run away from Owen. Just to run away from all the feelings inside.

“Dr.Shepherd” Owen tried again.

Ad this time Amelia stopped and muttered quick, “Hunt, how can I help you?”
She turned around with a faked smile; her eyes still had this sad sparkle. Her head said ‘Stop.’; her heart said ‘Go on!’ and even if this is sometimes the more stupid version she heard what her heart said. She mustered him, for the first time in 6 weeks. He looked terrified, tired and powerless.

“Care to go somewhere private?”

Owen guided her into the next On-Call Room, his hand rested on the small of her back and she winced once. The last time he had touched her was in the bed, he had a hell of a night shift and she gave him a nice way to wake up. Cuddling. When they entered the Room, Owen sat down on the table and Amelia is fighting against her tears. She didn’t want to cry in front of him. She is so much stronger than this.

“God, you can’t … You can’t… touch me. Just don’t.” tears are welling into her eyes.

“I am Sorry. It is a habit. I didn’t want to push you to something you don’t want.”, his eyes scanned her pale face.

“It’s just that you can’t touch me.” she whines “I haven’t slept since 6 weeks I am exhausted. God… Why … Why am I telling you my problems? I don’t want to talk anything to death.”
Amelia quoted his words and Owen opened his mouth. His one words hurt him inside and his heart is just crashing again.

“You lost something when you ran out of the Attending Lounge.” He raised his hand, handing the picture to her. Amelia scanned the picture, shocked her head like she couldn’t believe what she saw. She fucked up again. Her cheeks turned red in embarrassment. Amelia’s hand wet down to her lab coat feeling nothing than emptiness in it.

“Oh… I see!”

She reached for the picture and took it back into her white lab coat pocket.

“Do you need something more?” her voice tremble and their blue pearls locked.

“Actually I do!”

Amelia laughed and shaked her head as she realized the ironic of his words. Actually I do. Actually I do. Actually I do.

“What do you want Owen? It’s just… I am so tired… But I can’t sleep because I need you by my side…” she spoke, to fast, without thinking about what she said. As she realized, she just shake her head again. Her soft locks are bouncing around and all what Owen wanted to do was to put his hands inside. He always had a thing for her hairs. He always had a thing for her.

“Do you think I can sleep?” he answered and took a few steps forward her “Do you really think I can sleep without you snuggling at my chest? Without your scent all around my Trailer, because of the Shower we took before. Do you really think I can?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know what to think or what to do. God… I don’t know!” Tears are welling down her soft cheeks, letting them shine because of the wetness. Owen reached his hand forward, cupping her cheek and stroked the tears gently aside. She gasped at his touch. Skin to skin. 

“I miss you so much!” she whimpered lightly, leaning inside the touch.

“I know… I know, Mia.” Owen added “What if I told you that it was all meant to be. Would you believe me? Would you agree? I just have the feeling that we met before. So tell me you don’t think I am crazy, because I can feel the love between us. I know I have done mistakes, a lot but I just wanted… God, I just wanted to protect you. From my PTSD.”

“Why? I am a God damn Neurosurgeon; I could have helped you, Owen. I could have helped you.”

“Because I love you, Amelia. When it’s about me, you are not my Doctor. You are the person I love most. Please understand that I did this; that I pushed you away because I love you and wanted to protect you.”

Noses touched, breathe hitched, lips met in a soft, tender, unrushed kiss. Amelia moaned against his mouth, feeling the month of his absence exploding somewhere behind in her brain and the need rushing through her veins. Her hands are grabbing his elbow for steady. Both shivered. How they have missed the presence of each other. The scent overwhelmed both; lips taste salty from the tears before.

Everything they need was each other and they are on a good way to accept, understand and support each other in dark and good times. Because others wait a lifetime for a moment like this. For the one special kiss.

Everything changes but beauty remains
Something so tender
I can’t explain
Well I may be dreaming
But till I awake
Can’t we make this dream last forever?
And I’ll cherish all the love we share

A moment like this
Some people wait a lifetime
For a moment like this
Some people search forever
For that one special kiss
Oh I can’t believe it’s happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime
For a moment
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Original Requests: Hey can you do a fun one where the reader is with the boys as a hunter and meets Crowley for the first time. But shes not intimidated at all, in fact she pokes jokes and insults and is quite cheeky. Crowley instantly takes a shine to her. Maybe stops a demon from hurting her or something (but like a platonic relationship) xo


Hi ! I really really like your writing ! I was wonderinf if you could write an imagine where the reader is dean’s girlfriend and has been hunting with TFW for a while. One night she gets bitten by a werewolf and turn into one. Afraid to kill anyone, she asks Dean to take her down… They have no other options. Thanks very much !

Word Count: 1678

Summary: The reader meets Crowley for the first time and leaves quite the impression on him, which may come in handy when the Winchesters and the reader go on a hunt to find a demon who is breeding werewolves.

The time had come. Crowley had always been illusive, and the Winchesters did their best to make sure that I never met him. They were certain he would some sort of nefarious plan to destroy me to get to them. I was afraid, sure. But I knew that I had two of the best hunters around with me. We needed information on a demon, and Crowley had been surprisingly cooperative.  It felt wrong, getting help from him, but Sam and Dean assured me that it was necessary.

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