i wish i was rich so i could go out n drink coffee all the time

When the Cock Crows

Originally posted by whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname

A/N: This is pure silly fun. Basically it’s the kind of trash conversations my ass blesses subjects my friends to. Seriously though, it’s a result of a post from @impala-dreamer, I yelled at her for it and then she was a terrible influence and encouraged these shenanigans by talking to me about it (oh yeah she beta’d it too because she’s an angel). I hope you guys like it!

Warnings: So many swears…l mean cock is in the title ffs…also we’ll call it smut adjacent (nothing graphic it’s just on the road to bang town) Gratuitous use of a Sam gif for no other reason than chest hair.

Words: 2,060 (I’m not even sorry)


“Did anyone catch what she said before the…the uh poof?”

“I got nothin’ Sammy. Y/N?”


“It’s…I’m fine. Just knocked the wind outta me. Babe, I’m ok really.”

“Ok well maybe she didn’t do anything? Maybe she just said stuff for the poof.”

“Sure Dean. Because stuff like that always happens to us. She was looking at us, Y/N was behind her so most likely if any of us are cursed it’ll be either me or you.”

Sam wasn’t looking at Dean while he spoke. He was checking you over to see if you were hurt. It was sweet. Sweet, and so annoying.

“Hey I’m fine. Let’s just get back motel and figure out our next move.”

“She’s right, Dean you want to pull the car up and I’ll help Y/N out?”

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BTS Reactions #3- Love at First Sight

NAMJOON-  Life as a flight attendant could be pretty exhausting.  You were constantly dealing with irritable passengers and long hours stuck trailing up and down the aisles in the cramped plane.  It didn’t help that the dress code required you to be in heels and a uniform that did nothing to relax your posture.  Your face was also so heavy in overly colorful makeup, you couldn’t wait to get home and wipe it all of and put on some sweatpants.  

  Currently, you were bending over the small space between to rows of seats in an effort to capture the empty soda cans the most recent passengers left behind.  You really couldn’t understand why they felt the need to shove it into the seats.  Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder.  You turned around to be met with a fellow co-worker of yours.  

  “Hey (Y/n), Ally got sick last minute so do you mind taking her spot up in first class for the next flight?”  Inwardly, you groaned.  First class passengers were the worst.  They were just so entitled and saw flight attendants as personal slaves.  You were half way done with declining the offer when you suddenly stopped.  Ally had worked your shift that one time you had a family emergency on that flight to Germany.  You guessed it was time to repay the favor. 

  The next set of passengers were way less rowdier than ones on the last flight.  For that, you silently thanked god. However, now was the time you were dreading.  It has been 15 minutes since take off, and now officially time to go out and offer drinks and snacks.  You dreaded dragging that huge cart around to serve arrogant rich people.  

  You had just begun going down the aisles when you heard a loud boom at the end of your cart.  You gasped.  Uh-oh.  your worst fear came true, you hit someone with the cart.  Scared at being yelled at, you ran up to the person who you hit.  He was currently rubbing the back of his head, telling you he probably poked his head out at the same time you were pushing the heavy cart forward.   To add insult to injury, you spotted a huge stain on his shirt.  Great, you even spilled a drink on him too.

  “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”  You said while padding away at the mess that was on his shirt.  

  “Oh, it’s okay.  I’m kinda clumsy t-” Suddenly he cut off as he stared up at you.  Prepared to get chewed out in front of everyone, you rushed to explain yourself.  

  “I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t see you.  If it helps I can offer you anything from this menu for free.”  You looked up from the huge stain, to see him staring at you.  

  You noticed that he was quite handsome however his eyes looked glossy as his overall expression became dazed.  Then, you heard him whisper in that deep voice of his, “So pretty.”

  Your heart dropped, you gave him a concussion!  

  “Oh my god, I’m gonna loose my job.”  And to your confusion he just laughed.

  this was the story of how you met your boyfriend, Namjoon.

Originally posted by ksjknj

JIN-  The brisk spring air hit your body in a rush as you sped down the street.  To your calculations, all you had was two more houses to go and then your shift would be done.  And just in time for your favorite K-drama too!  

  Being a student was hard.  Although you loved focusing all your attention to getting your degree in health in order to help people, bills were pilling up and you could only apply for so much financial aid.  Eventually you got off the couch and applied for some part time jobs.  Although it was annoying to have to begin work right after you get off class, the running electricity and food in your fridge thanked you.  

  Eventually you reached you destination, and got off your bike.  You took off your helmet and switched it for the box of steaming chicken.  Quickly, you took out your phone and double checked the address. You were at the right place.

  As you stalked up the the home, you couldn’t help but notice how big it was.  Perhaps today was your lucky day and you would actually be delivering some chicken to a celebrity.  You chuckled at the thought.  

  You rang the doorbell and patiently waited.  It took only a few moments for the door to open to reveal a very tall, broad-shouldered and angel-faced man.  He didn’t spare you a look and instead dug around in his pockets for his wallet.  

  Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realized he looked oddly familiar.  You could’ve sworn that you saw him on television or something.  But, you decided to leave it as he probably wouldn’t like being asked about his social status.  

  “How much do I owe you?” he asked quietly.

   “14.50 please.”  you answered shortly.  

  Out of nowhere, you heard a fast intake of breath.  Concerned, you looked up to find he had dropped his wallet and was staring at you with his jaw dropped. 

  “Sir, are you okay?”  

  He just continued staring at you as though he had never seen a girl before.  it took him 15 minutes to fork over the money and let you leave.  

  Three weeks later, Jin would still call up the chicken place demanding that YOU deliver.  

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

   Yoongi-  So you weren’t the smartest.  You weren’t the prettiest.  And you weren’t necessarily charming at all.  But there was something you were extremely passionate about…and that was music.  

  You were a college dropout and a starving artist.  Although you weren’t making your parents extremely proud, you were living life the way you wanted to and focused all of your attention on music.  

  Music helped you through so much in life, you dedicated your life to it.  However, the world wasn’t as understanding as you wished it to be.  This explained why you were playing your violin at the city corner playing for tips in hopes of paying your rent on time.

  Some kind people watched for a while and dropped a few crumpled ones into your jar.  But other than that, people continued to pass you, too caught up in their lives to care about yours.  

  Unknown to you, a man who was sitting on a bench nearby couldn’t help but notice the interesting tune that was floating through the city.  As he sipped on his coffee, his eyes began to search for the source of such a gorgeous sound.  Like a moth to flame, his sight landed on yours as you continued to play your violin.  

  He almost choked on his drink when he saw you.  For a few minutes he continued to stare, wondering if he was dreaming or not.

  Subtly, he passed by your jar just to quietly deposit a $50 dollar tip.

  In the next few days, you couldn’t help but notice that your tips got higher.  For some reason, you always ended up with at least one 50 dollar bill.  You thought about this on the bus ride over to your usual city spot.  Perhaps your music just go better?  The thought made you smile.

  You had only been at you spot for 5 minutes when rain suddenly began pouring down on you and your violin.  your groaned loudly as you witnessed potential tippers run off to nearby shops for protection from the weather.  You were about ready to head off home, when you felt a tap on your shoulder.  You turned around to see a man whom you’ve never seen before.

  All he did was smirk and ask, “You know after all those fifty dollar bills, I think I at least deserve your company for getting coffee.”

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

As always, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook version will be posted in a bit.

café blues

genre: coffeeshop!au

star of the show: NCT’s Yuta

word count: 2,004 words

author’s note: the coffeeshop!au I said I wouldn’t write but then I saw Yuta and yeah… 

Originally posted by taei

opening line: “I’d mess up your order any day if that gives me a chance to talk to you whenever you come in for coffee.” 

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Traditional Weddings and Little Toy Rings

Traditional Weddings and Little Toy Rings

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,683

Author: Ruby 2.0 [daddyslittleraven]

Quote: “I’m actually kind of drunk. Me likey.”

A/N: This fic is for Lau’s AU Funny Quote Challenge. The challenge was to incorporate a quote that we chose into a AU fic and submit it. If you like this, there will be more in the future. :) Also fair warning, I am absolute shit at writing smut, but here it is.

AU: There’s actually a bunch of au’s that I’m mashing together, so I’ll just throw all of the main ones into one big sentence: “Our apartments are across from each other so we always see each other in the morning, and I always see you with your partner and then I saw you really sad because they stood you up at dinner and I haven’t seen them for weeks and I just wanna see your smile again so please let me come over.”  

Warnings: Huge drabble? Swearing, drinking, smut more than likely, cheating boyfriend (not Dean-o), angsty-undertones.


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Love Triumphs Part 21: Morning Fun

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1150 Words

Story Summary: AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

“Do we really have to get up?” You muttered, completely wrapped up in Jared’s arms. The sheet was pushed down towards your waist, your chest pressed tight to his. His long legs were tangled with yours, and you could feel his hand gently running along your hair.

“I wish we didn’t. But we do have a panel together today. Then we’ll head back up to Vancouver. Maybe I’ll even get to hang out with my boys again.” He told you, his voice sounding wistful at seeing them. You hated the fact that he didn’t get to see them as much as he wanted. He was such an amazing father.

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Dear Diary

Leonardo (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Aww!! Thank you nonnie! <3 I’m making it kind of like a diary, in Leo’s POV? Sorry it took so long!!

Prompt: “OMG yaaaassss! I love your writing, I can’t resist, I have to send a request!! Can I have some cute angst/fluff with 2014/2016 Leo? Maybe about how he’s feeling himself falling for reader as time passes, and how he’s afraid and self-conscious, but curious and hopeful? And maybe a love confession to go with that? Thank you hun, keep up the great work <3”

Word count: 1439

Warnings: Swearing, a lot of emotions

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

January 23rd

I met a girl today, and she’s quite the character. Her name is [Y/N].

[Y/N]. There’s not much to say about her, other than she looks like she could be a part time model, but I heard from Mikey that she’s a bar tender, although he probably made that up in his head.

January 25th 

We saw her again. She was bringing groceries home, and one of her bags ripped. Of course we went to help. Why was she bringing food back so late at night?

[Y/N] looked a lot different from when we first met her. She didn’t have any make up on, and her hair was pulled back away from her face. She’s got such a beautiful face.

It’s quite contrasting, how someone with such beauty, would actually care for four mutant turtles.

Her eyes were dark. She’d used sunglasses during the day to hide them.

It would be nice to see her again.

January 26th

Mikey brought her to the lair, and they spent the day watching Disney movies. She’d gotten very excited about The Little Mermaid, and so did Mikey.

They danced to ‘Part of Your World’ together, and she’d forced me to get involved. It wasn’t like I was annoyed by it; I just assumed she didn’t want anything to do with me. Mikey was more her speed.

I sat next to her, and I could feel her excitement. It was addictive. I sat with them the rest of the day; just to feel the same level of happiness she did watching animated characters on TV. [Y/N] is going to be a big part of our lives from now on, and I don’t know how I’m going to handle it, but I’m willing to try and learn how to. 

January 30th

[Y/N] came around again, with pizza. It’s admirable that she thinks of us. We have April, but it’s hard to think humans are as nice as the 4 we’ve met. Granted, Vern is a dick sometimes, and Casey is quite frustrating but they’re still our friends. 

And they still care for us on some level, but [Y/N], she could spend her days taking photos for the front of glossy magazines, or coffee dates with human men. Yet she’s here whenever she can be. How did we get so lucky to have these people in our lives? 

February 2nd

Again, this entry is about [Y/N].

She said something funny today, but it got me thinking. She said: “I’d probably only get married for the dress and the attention.”

I don’t know if she was serious, but maybe I can change her mind. I imagine marriage as a loving commitment, and I’d like her to marry someone she truly loves. I mean, I wouldn’t mind marriage, and if I had any chance of getting her. Well, I’d be the luckiest man turtle alive.  

She’d probably marry a man who plays golf and hangs out at a country club with his rich family. He’d probably be able to buy her whatever she wanted, with a 9 to 5 job. He’d be able to properly provide for them. And, I want what’s best for [Y/N], so that sounds pretty great. I just hope I’m invited to the wedding.

February 14th

I got into an argument with her this morning. It was so minuscule and petty, but I had to go and ask her if it was that time of the month and she (as Mikey put it) blew her shit.

I went to her apartment today and she looked terrible. She confessed to me that she doesn’t like arguing. It reminds her of all the bad things in this world; how cruel it could be. Why she was so upset hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt like a piece of shit to say the least.

I learnt of her relative’s passing, and how the funeral was in a week.

I told her I wish I could be there, and she just cried.

I held her, for the first time. Her small arms coiled around my body, her head resting on my chest as the tears poured down her face and puddled between us. It was hard to tell when the crying stopped, or when my heart stopped beating so fast. I don’t think it did for a long while. Whilst I wish I could’ve stayed there and held her for longer, I had to part ways and go on patrol. My duty to serve couldn’t wait.

March 7th

She hadn’t come to the lair since then. Of course I rang, and texted. I even emailed. Nothing. I’ve been to her apartment countless times; she was never there. That, or she just didn’t want to see me. I don’t know where she could be, and I miss her.

I need to see her. I need to let her know how sorry I am, for leaving.

Leo knocked on the window. Once, twice, three times. There wasn’t an answer. Taking matters into his own hands, and after a minute of struggle, he was in your bedroom. His whole body was wet, armor dripping droplets on to the cold floor. It had been raining heavily outside, so much so that there was next to no traffic. For New York City, it was almost deadly silent.

“[Y/N]…” was the first thing that spilt from his lips, running a hand over his soaked face and edging closer to the bed where you were sat with piles of books and paper surrounding you. Looking up, you paused the music on your laptop and took out your headphones.

“Leo… what’re- why’re you here?”

“I-I had to see you. You haven’t- I didn’t know if- I’m so sorry.” He was almost pacing your room, fidgeting as he started into your eyes, trying to pour as much sincerity into his apology, and this time he wasn’t going to drizzle guilt on it either. He had to take responsibility for being a dick. It wasn’t going to be like last time.

“I’m fine, just- homework.” Smiling tightly, you held your textbook up and shuffled further into your pillows behind you. The little action crushed him; you were further away from him now, even if it was a couple of millimeters. Pushing some of the books away, you stood up and turned to face him, flattening out your shirt as you took a deep breath in.

“Leo… you weren’t there for me, on a day I really, really needed you. And being there for someone when they need you, that’s all friendships and relationships are Leonardo.” With tears in your eyes, you shook your head. “That’s all they are.”

“I’m sorry [Y/N]. It was wrong of me to just- leave when you needed me the most. I mean, I could’ve just not gone and left the guys to deal with it all, but for some reason I keep thinking I need to be this strong leader all the time and- but this isn’t about me it’s about you- I’m sorry. I-I appreciate you so much [Y/N] and- what I’m trying to say is that I can’t let you be upset with me because if that happens then I’ll never have the chance to- I don’t know- spend more time with you, I’ll never get to ask you how your day has been, I’ll never be able to drink tea with you again, or make you laugh again or-” Now, Leonardo was unimaginably close to you, but not physically. Emotionally. “And, I need you to know that, I am sorry for not being there and you know I-I would give anything to go back to the moment- the moment we first met. Before anything went wrong. Before I didn’t stay when you needed me the most. I am so sorry for what I’ve done.”

And for the second time, in his lifetime, Leonardo held you, just like he had on Valentine’s Day.

anonymous asked:

Hey there! So, something recently made me disappointed with some fans of mysme. I've seen some fans who attempt to change the settings (mostly to Japan or America). I once met someone who full on gave them English "nicknames" because she didn't want to attempt to pronounce or use their proper names. I don't know if I'm overreacting or anything, but it bothered me. So, can you do random HCs to honour Korean culture? Like going on vacation somewhere in Korea, or celebrating a 100 days anniversary?

A/N: why do people do that wtf?? I mean i know we somewhat change the culture when we write certain requests pertaining to how an mc looks because sometimes the culture doesn’t really look kindly on the appearance but as someone who isn’t korean, i can’t get into the mentality to reject a request like that or anything, ya know?? Because it can be harmful and hurt someone (i keep it in the back of my mind what the actual view is so i dont just…. disregard it, but i do feel terrible for not addressing it) but i’d never completely REJECT the culture and change their names or anything because just what the fuck ~Admin 404


I’m sorry it’s so short omfg

               -Okay y'all, I’m pretty sure Zen knows traditional dances and our MC has to beg him for DAYS to teach them one. Any of them. Buchaechum (fan dance), Nabichum (butterfly dance), even Ilmu (line dance). Any of them. All of them. Just- JUST TEACH MC ZEN, DO IT

               -LOTUS LANTERN FESTIVAL IN HONOUR OF BUDDAHS BIRTHDAY! It’s a celebration that everyone in the group makes time for! Seeing all of the gorgeous lights and lanterns is enough to put everyone in such a good mood! The group makes it into a slight competition- who can bring MC the prettiest lantern? Winner gets a kiss on the cheek from MC! yeees mc, yes

               -Jumin has THE MOST BEAUTIFUL terraced garden you’ve ever seen in your life. He invites you over to help him with it every now and then. It relaxes him and hopes that it could do the same for you! The two of you could spend hours sitting by the lotus pond, drinking some sort of imported and expensive tea this rich guy has to have, talking about anything and everything plus helLO YOU’D GET TO SEE JUMIN IN SWEATPANTS

               -Jaehee. In. Hanbok. Think about this for a little bit. Colourful, beautiful, and just- what else can I saY???? JAEHEE IN HANBOK

               -YOOSUNG LOVES CELEBRATING HIS VERY FIRST 100 DAYS ANNIVERSARY he might not have a ton of money to spoil you like he’d like to, but he does get really creative and goes hardcore. Takes the knowledge he’s gained from all of the clubs he’s been in and makes you a ton of gifts! Coffee, cards, dinner, he makes it all just for you! He does it every 100 days though so he has to get more and more creative about it and sometimes has to go to the rest of the RFA for some ideas (MATCHING SHIRTS AND HE’S EVEN BOUGHT YOU A COUPLE’S RING BECAUSE HE WANTS TO SHOW PEOPLE HE HAS A S/O THAT HE LOVES VERY MUCH)

               -Remember when Jumin called Yoosung’s mother and he was so mad he promised to slap him with Kimchi? Ya know how Kimchi is a symbol for Korea and is considered strong? Well he definitely gave Jumin a hard slap if that counts; MC has it on video and all you can hear is the *smack* and Saeyoung laughing in the background

               -You and Saeran have had a few drinking contests, and Saeyoung cannot believe how many bottles of soju the two of you can go through?? How are you both still breathing?? It’s even worse when you add Zen into the mix, it’s as if doesn’t work on any of you. Yoosung gets one shot and he’s out for the rest of the night

               -Jaehee and MC plan a hike at least ONCE a month because the poor girl needs fresh AIR and it’s good for the both of you, y'all get out there and earn those pajeons (fritters) and dong dong ju (rice wine) at the top of that mountain!

               -You and Yoosung have to drag Saeyoung out of the house sometimes, but the three of you end up at an internet cafe more often than you’d like to admit. One time though, there was one person in LOLOL who kept killing all three of you, and the anger just kept rising- which meant the voices kept rising as well. The person on the other side of you all kept trying to stifle a laugh each time. In the Rage of Saeyoung™, he almost flipped the table until he realized the one beating you all was Saeran on the other side


               - You also can’t tell me that Jumin hasn’t tried to dance along to a few every now and then; MC has a picture they keep to themselves in remembrance

               -You and V watch the movie Shiri almost religiously?? When the two of you have movie marathon dates, it’s played at least once (“IT’S A CLASSIC, MC. CLASSIC”)

               -It’s hard to go on any dates with Saeran, but you did get him hooked on a few different K-drama’s and he reminds you constantly that he HATES YOU because of it. Don’t you DARE watch an episode without him because the boy can hold a grudge

               -K A R A O K E!!! All of you. Almost every weekend. Competitions. Somehow Saeyoung tends to win them except that one time you convinced Jumin to participate and WOW okay

anonymous asked:

Could you do a scenario where Winter introduces her shy s/o to her family? And maybe include Winter defending her s/o when her father disapproves of them and says things to lower their self-confidence? (Let's face it, Jacques is a jerk and would not approve of his eldest daughter dating someone who is too shy to make direct eye contact with him.)

“Winter, I- i’m not really sure about this…”You gripped her hand tighter as she led you up the stairs to her house’s door. What a house it was, mansion was a more fitting term, a borderline palace. The sheer fanciness of it wasn’t calming your nerves one bit.

 Winter sighed “(Y/n), it’ll be alright.” She pauses on the step to turn back and look at you. “I know you’re nervous, and even I wish we didn’t have to do this, but unfortunately we can’t avoid this meeting forever. We’ve been dating for months now, father insists on meeting you.”

 “Right, your father is what i’m really worried about. From what you’ve told me-” The door opened, interrupting your worrying.

 A short, pleasant looking man opened the door. “Ms. Schnee, it’s so good to finally see you again.”

 Winter turns to him with a smile “Klein, it’s been a while.” She clasps a hand on his shoulder before gesturing to you. “This is my partner, (s/o).”

He smiles at you, and it could just be a trick of the light, but it seems his eyes soften to the point of actually becoming a lighter shade. “Ah, yes, we’ve been expecting you. You have no idea how happy I am that ms. Schnee has found someone special to her.”

You blush and duck your chin a little. “N-nice to meet you.”

There’s a hint of pity on his face, seeing you so nervous to meet your girlfriend’s family. He honestly doesn’t blame you. “Right this way.”

He leads both of you through the house, good gods, the décor of this place, until you reach the door of some kind of study.  Klein bows slightly “Your parents and siblings are in here, waiting for you. Are you ready to see them?”

Winter nods, her lips pursed. She looks to you, Klein’s question repeated on her face. You take a breath. Better to just get this over with. Her sister shouldn’t be too much of a problem, the brother’s a bit iffy, her mother would likely be more interested in her drink than the dinner according to Winter, but her father, the mister Schnee, would be the biggest issue. You haven’t heard very many good things about him from either the papers or Winter.

Another breath. You can get through this with Winter next to you.

You nod. Klein bows again and opens the door.

There, seated all on different chairs surrounding a gorgeous coffee table, is one of Atlas’s most influential families. With their pale hair, the same shade as Winter’s, in their light, elegant clothing, illuminated by the delicate light of the chandeliers amidst the lavish setting of the sitting room, they look like a gathering of snow faeries. A gathering of royal doves waiting for their missing member.

If you were to take a picture of this scene and show it to someone, it would look like the perfect family at the height of elegance. Yet actually stepping into the room, there is an unmistakable tense energy in the air. As if everyone in this room wished they had more space away from the others than their chairs could provide. They all look up as you in Winter enter, in a slow manner as if your entrance is no more interesting than two flies stumbling in.

Winter closes her eyes and nods in her family’s direction. “Greeting, father, mother.” Her eyes open and flick to her younger siblings “Weiss, Whitley.”

Weiss’s eyes shine as she looks at her sister, but it’s as if she puts a muzzle on her excitement. She gives a hesitant smile “Winter, I’ve missed you.”

The young boy, Whitley, straightens from where he lounged in his chair “Yes, I’m glad to see our darling sister around the house again. I hope the driver didn’t get you stuck in traffic or anything, it feels as though we’ve been waiting so long.”

There’s a flash of ire in Winter’s eyes, but she’s always been an expert at controlling her emotions “I apologize for our tardiness.”

“Well, when we’ve been waiting months to meet this apparent partner of yours, what’s a few more minutes.” Jacque Schnee radiates an aura of power, something that makes you cringe and feel so small compared to the ice king, no more like ice dictator, sitting before you. “Klein, dinner must be almost ready, yes?”

Klein dips his head low when talking to mister Schnee “It shouldn’t be more than a few minutes, sir.”

Jacque nods “Good. What perfect timing you two have.” HE waves a hand and Klein backs out of the room, likely to see to the dinner preparations. Once the butler is gone, the eyes of the patriarch of the Schnee family meet yours. Despite your best efforts, you find yourself shrinking back even more.

There’s a slight shift in his demeanor, and suddenly he seems more like a business man than before. He smiles, but there’s a slight tense feeling behind it. “You must be (Y/n).”

You nod your head “Ye-yes . It’s a p-pleasure to meet you, sir.”

He narrows his eyes, scrutinizing you. Is wife sits in the chair beside him, looking bored.  Jacque leanes back and folds his hands “I wish I could say we’ve heard so much about you, but I’m afraid my dear Winter hasn’t been telling so many stories about you. Why, I was shocked to even learn of your existence hardly a month ago. You must have busy as we never received a visit from you since then, or in the months prior where you decided it was proper to date my daughter.”

Your face heats up and you look down at your hands “M-m-my apologies, sir.”

This night is going to be hell.

Thankfully, the actual dinner started rather soon after the initial introductions. It was probably the best food you’d ever tasted, but you were so anxious you couldn’t bring yourself to enjoy it.

Weiss and Whitley offered a few points of conversation, Whitley more smoothly than his sister, who seemed a tad stand-offish but mainly reserved, as though she felt she had to be careful of everything she said. Mrs. Schnee hardly supplied her own thoughts on whatever was being discussed, and Winter had no trouble keeping up with the polite conversation. You, though, felt such a terrible nervousness constrict your chest. The air in this place was so cold, so polite to the point it was clear it was all a façade, it was unbearable.  Mr. Schnee seemed to see right through you, he had a cool, business persona wrapped around him and he constantly directed the conversation toward you. Earlier, you had feared he would largely ignore you for not coming from a rich background, but this probing and toying with your clear uncomfortableness was so much worse. He acted so polite the whole time, the perfect business man, but there was a malice under that persona.

Winter noticed how uncomfortable you were and reached over to squeeze and hold your hand under the table. You give her a grateful smile.

You flinch as Jacque clears his throat. “(Y/n), it would benefit you to pay attention when your host askes you a question, don’t you think?”

You avert your eyes and stutter an apology. You hear him sigh. “Honestly, Winter, how could you think someone like this was suited to being with someone with the name ‘Schnee’?”

There’s a new kind of tension on Winter’s shoulders, and it leaks off into the air. Weiss shrinks in her chair slightly, Whitley looks on in amusement, Mrs. Schnee takes a drink. “What was that, Father?”

Mr. Schnee leans forward in his chair and looks between the two of you. “You may have turned your back on this family and your title as heiress, but you still have a duty to your name. From what I’ve seen, this stuttering child is not fit for someone of your station. They can’t even look a potential father in law in the eyes as they speak. I don’t care if you keep going with this military nonsense, just don’t let this person embarrass our family name.”

Your grip on Winter’s hand goes slack and you feel tears burn your eyes. This was so much worse than you imagined it’d be. Of course he wouldn’t approve, how in his right mind could he let his daughter date someone so stupid, shy, and… and…

“The only people I take orders from nowadays are my commanding officers.” Winter tightens her hold on your hand as you’re about to pull away.

You blink in surprise, as does Jacque. “Excuse me?” He says.

“I thought I made this clear, I am no longer a child under your roof, I am an Atlas military special operative. I will not take any orders on how to live my life, not from you. I only brought (Y/n) here as a courtesy, but I see that was foolish of me. I’ve made my dearest uncomfortable unnecessarily.” She looks over at you. “I’m sorry.”

You can’t even find the words to say it’s okay. Her father is fuming, his eyes cold and glaring at you and Winter.

“How dare you say this to me in my own house. I won’t have this!” Jacques rage is so hot, it begins to melt his composed exterior.

“That’s understandable. I believe it’s about time for us to be leaving, anyway. Right, (Y/n)?” Winter stands, pulling you up with her.

“uh, ye-yeah. Thanks for the meal…” You manage to force out.

Winter looks at each of her family members in turn “Mother, Whitley, good bye. Weiss, I wish you luck in your training. Father,” She looks him in the eye. “Take care.”

Before you exit the dining room, Winter stops to look back at her father one last time “You know, the name Schnee has always sounded too harsh to me. I think (Y/l/n) has a lovely ring to it, all warm and pretty, perhaps I’ll take that someday. That way you wouldn’t have to worry about me tarnishing your pristine name.”

She leads you out of the manor, past Klein who holds the door open and gives you a warm, reassuring smile.

You mutely follow behind Winter to the car, trying to process what just happened. What Winter just did, what she said…

You barely register her say “I’m sorry for that.” She’s stopped, a hand on the car door. “I never should have brought you here.”

“N-no! It’s alright, really. I- I just, what you said…”

Winter laughs “If that bridge wasn’t burned already.” She looks at you “I don’t regret that part. I won’t let any one look down on you the way he was. He’s an idiot for not being able to see your worth.”

You blush and duck your chin. Winter laughs again, warmer this time, and places a hand on the back of your head to pull you closer and plant a soft kiss on your hair. She tilts your chin up to kiss you a second time on the lips “Come on, let’s go. It’s far too cold out tonight.”

Love Bites (part 3)

Words: 1.7k

Summary: You and Cas finally discuss your past (and future?)

Warnings: Lots of drama, discussion/confession of cheating (nothing descriptive,) and some feels.

A/N: Sorry this is so short. I’m finally using my phrase for @casbabydontgoineedyou 1k celebration. “You can’t force someone to love you.” The plan is for one more chapter after this one. If you’d like to be added to my master tag list, send me an ask or DM.


You followed Cas to his house, aptly located on the rich side of town. The entire ride you wondered why you were going; but always came to the conclusion that he, at the very least, deserved a chance to explain himself. He had been your best friend for the first half of your life, after all.

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Love or Hate (Part 2 of 13)

Summary: AU. When the reader’s shot at a better life is stolen from her, she continues to see the person responsible all over town. After a series of unfortunate events, will she learn that there’s a fine line between love and hate?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,759

Warnings: language, excessive snark, childish behavior

A/N: Part two of my third drabble series. Bucky has most definitely been showing his inner dbag lately, hasn’t he?

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Sober - Neymar

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98. “Don’t shut me out.”

i didn’t really knew when it happened i just knew that when i suddenly looked at you i felt the butterflies in my stomach going crazy. I felt my hands becoming sweaty because I was getting nervous. It was weird because I looked at you all the time for the past few years and there was never any feeling like that, of course i felt the need to laugh whenever you made goofy faces at me but i didn’t feel the need to constantly smile just by looking at you. like i did now. i didn’t really knew when it all happened or how or why. why it had to be me falling for you. i just knew that now, now it hurt seeing you whenever you were with her. i always wanted you to be happy and i mean if she was making you happy then that was fine with me i guess. i just wished it would be me making you happy. but i guess we couldn’t always get what we wanted. you were my best friend. you always have been, when we were in kindergarten you were the one i shared my chocolate with even through food really wasn’t something i liked to share. our friendship started back then and with our mothers being friends it kinda grew from back then.

And now, now we were two kids living in Barcelona while trying to figure our lives out. well i was trying to figure my life out. you seemed like you had it all figured out, you were good at football, becoming even better every day, you had a girlfriend and it all seemed pretty serious from what I could see. You had a son even through it was from a previous relationship, everyone loved him, how could they not. Davi was such a cute little guy, I often babysit him whenever I had time and you didn’t. I enjoyed spending time with him, watching his favorite tv shows or just playing with him. He was so normal considering how famous and rich you were. Me on the other hand, I hadn’t figured out my life at all, I was finishing up University. I was almost done by now, my big exams were done and by now I was just going to school and finishing up everything. But even through I’ve studied University for so many years I still had no idea what I was going to do now, I was standing in the middle of my life and had no idea what to do with it.

I was still single and even through I partied quiet a lot and met a lot of new people I haven’t met anyone I pictured myself with, no one expect you. So i was alone, I lived alone in my apartment and the only ones really visiting me were my parents, my friends and you from time to time. I couldn’t be more lonely as for now. It’s not like I haven’t tried more, I did. I did try to meet more of my friends but if all they do is talk about their relationships and boys and drama it’s not helping me at all. So I put my free time in studying and eventually got pretty good results in my exams. I never thought I would make it but here I was finishing up university. I sighed as I took another sip of my coffee while scrolling through my Instagram feed which showed a lot of the party pictures from last night, it was Saturday. Or rather Saturday afternoon and after a night out I slept pretty long today trying to wake up with the coffee now. I yawned again as I rubbed my eyes and didn’t even realize I had a call coming in. I sighed as I saw who it was and quickly pressed answer before pressing the phone to my ear.

„Hey uhm y/n?“ you said and i could just hear by the sound of your voice that something was wrong.

„Could you maybe take care of Davi for the rest of the day and maybe the night?“ you asked.

„Yeah sure I can. Did something happen?“ I asked biting down on my lip.

“Does it really matter?” you muttered, i knew you really weren’t mad at me but maybe more with something that was bothering you.

“Ney just tell me” I said softly.

Don’t shout me out” I added.

„Well Bruna and me had another fight and I don’t want Davi to see all of this or rather me anymore, we need to talk I guess or I might as well just get drunk“ you said shrugging.

I felt my heart breaking just at the mention of her and nodded but you couldn’t see that. Sometimes I forgot she still was there. I just tried to push the thought of her aside and tried to forget about her and it really did work out i mean i forgot about her most of the times just when I saw her posts on Instagram or you mentioning her, thats when I felt my heart breaking a little. I’ve met her a few times already you were so proud of her and me meeting her and I was happy or at least I really tried to be. I tried to be happy for you because if she was making you so happy then who would I be to not at least try to be happy for you. So I met her and even through she was the only person I really disliked I smiled at her as we were shaking hands and I felt myself just throwing up at the thought of all of this. But oh well I got to know her and she was, the instinct of not liking her was right. She was superficial and she was fake and I really tried to be nice but she made it hard. She was beautiful and I did understand why you dated her she was perfect a mans dream. I remembered you asking me what I thought about her the next morning and I remembered just fake smiling and trying to tell you that she was nice. You believed me and said we could become best friends, I tried laughing it off and stop my heart from breaking.

„Ney“ I said shaking my head slightly.

„Do you want me to come over?“ I asked softly.

„i don’t think getting drunk will help you right now“

„I’m already on my third drink I just thought I would call you now that I’m still kinda sober.“ you said and I sighed.

„Don’t drink anymore okay? I’m on my way“ I said.

Before I waited for you to answer I ended the call and got in my shoes. I didn’t even care what clothes I was wearing now or how i looked I took my car keys and left my apartment seconds after. Afterwards I got in my car and drove of towards your house. As soon as I got there I parked my car and pulled out the key you once gave me. After I got to the door I unlocked it and walked in, I got out of my shoes knowing you hated when someone brought the dirt from the street inside. I walked towards the kitchen and saw you, your back facing me as you sat on a barstool. I sighed as I walked around the bar counter and sat down on one of the barstools in front of you. You lifted your face up as your eyes locked with mine and after I smiled to you you gave me a small smile back.

„Hey“ I said and it came out more quiet than I wanted it too.

„Did you drink anymore?“ I asked referring to the cup in front of you.

„Yeah“ you slurred and I sighed at your already tipsy state.

„Ney“ I said sighing.

„Stop drinking. It’s the middle of the day“ I said and wanted to grab your cup but before I could you took it and drank the rest of the liquid down.

„Don’t tell me what to do, y/n“ you said and I pressed my lips together as I watched you get out of his seat, you hold onto the counter trying to balance yourself.

“can you hug me?” you asked and by now his voice was more soft then before.

“what?” i asked unsure if it was the right thing you had asked me to do.

“hug me please?” you asked again and after i was sure what you wanted me to do i got up and stood beside you wrapping my short arms around your torso, my head against your chest as i embraced you in a hug. I felt you wrapping your arms around me as well as you put your head on mine and breathed out.

“thank you” you whispered and a small smile grew on my lips as i smelled in your smell and felt myself relaxing being so close to you.

“never let me go okay” you whispered and i felt my heart beating faster than usual.
i tried pulling out of the embrace but you wouldn’t let me so i remained and breathed out sighing.

“is davi upstairs?” i asked.


“you want me to look after him?” i asked.

“no just stay right here” you said and i sighed.

After a few minutes you pulled out of the embrace and me still having my arms wrapped around your torso looked up at you to see you looking down at me. I felt my heart beating fast just at the sight of you in front of me. and your and my eyes locked with each other. you looked beautiful you always did if it was while you played football on the pitch and we’re all sweaty or if you stood half drunk in front of me like you did now.

“did i ever tell you how beautiful you are?” you said and if i didn’t knew i was alive i wouldn’t be so sure right now. i shook my head slightly as you put a strand of my hair behind my ear you rested your hand on my cheek and continued looking me in my eyes.

“you’re so beautiful” you whispered.

It was only seconds after that you laid your lips on mine and kissed me softly, i wish i knew what i was doing and to not kiss you back. you were drunk not really but you weren’t sober either, you didn’t wanted this. you didn’t wanted to kiss me, you may wanted to get over his heartbreak or thought that i was her. but you didn’t wanted to kiss your best friend now. not when i loved you not when i fell in love with you and you gave me hope with this. you didn’t wanted this. but silly me kissed you back and the butterflies in my stomach went crazy, i didn’t knew you were that good of a kisser, only when you pushed your tongue in my mouth and we began making out i felt them butterflies rushing through my whole body. and this warm feeling going everywhere, i haven’t felt that alive in a long time and i didn’t wanted it to end. but after some time i couldn’t breathe anymore and so i pulled out of the kiss and leaned my forehead against yours.

“kiss me again” you whispered and i looked up to meet your eyes and saw how soft they looked into mine. i felt you leaning in again and pressing your lips against mine softly, i hadn’t calmed down and breathed normally from the last kiss yet but kissing you made me feel so alive that i didn’t care whether i could breathe or not.

“why haven’t we done this before?” you whispered after pulling out again.

“maybe because you already drank some alcohol” i said.

“it was nonalcoholic” you whispered.

“i’m 100% sober, y/n”


Okay I’m dump af, I accidentally deleted the request!!! But yeah I do hope you like this anon and actually see this x 

Distance Relationship

Word Count: 2096

Produce 101

Contestant: Woo Jinyoung

Author: I cried during ep 8 T~T my small pink boy, and i couldn’t come up with a good title name so…

I sighed looking at my phone. ‘Should I text him?’ You thought. It’s right now 11 pm there. As I was in deep thoughts I heard my phone buzz. I quickly grabbed my phone as I saw his name pop up on my screen.  

{Jinyoung} : Are you awake?  
{Me} : Yes.. Why are you awake?? you should be sleeping silly.  
Secretly I was really happy he texted me even though he needs his sleep for the show.
{Jinyoung} : ahhh~ I was thinking about you.
{Me} : cheesy haha
{Jinyoung} : I know you like it  
{Jinyoung} : When are you coming back to Korea??
{Me} : I don’t know, as soon as My parents allow me to go
{Jinyoung} : aigoo~ okey dokey I’ll call you soon okay?  
{Me} : ok~ go to sleep cutie
{Jinyoung} : wish you could kiss me goodnight T^T
{Me} : soon I promise xx 

I was so annoyed at the fact that my dad got transferred to some Newspaper company called ’Newspaper name’. Like why not give him a job in Japan so I could stay in South-Korea.
I shut down my phone and went back to my homework. It was so frustrating that my parents forced me to with them to ‘Y/C’ for I don’t know how long. It doesn’t make sense. ‘Wish they let me enter SOPA there gadh’ I ruffled my brown hair. “skip homework” I murmured under breath, I grabbed my laptop to watch some random K-drama I started last week.  
I guess you could say I continued my boring ass life here in 'Y/C’.  

How I wished my parents would come up to me and say “ Y/N you got accepted into SOPA” or “We decided you can go back to Korea” but they would never do that so the only thing I can do is save money for an airplane ticket.  

I worked my ass off everyday at some stupid supermarket, probably the worst place on earth. I didn’t spend any money unless I got some from my parents, everything for moving back to Korea. 'Woah it’s a lot more then I expected’ I thought looking at my bank account. Never thought I would reach €1500. I decided to work a couple more months so I won’t die there.
There were days where I thought I might as well quit and stop chasing my dream. Every time I had those thoughts, my boyfriend Jinyoung, would motivate me again. His 'I miss you’ 'I love you’ and 'I wanna see your beautiful face’ kept me holding onto my dream.

{4 Months later}  

By now I had over €2500 and I wasn’t complaining at all.
“Mom I wanted to talk about something” I sat down in one of the chairs in her office. Maybe not the best time right now, but I couldn’t care at all. My future is important too. “What’s the matter honey?” She put down her pen and looked me straight in the eyes, making me extra nervous.  
“W-well I had made some plans..exactly Ehm I saved lots of money to go back to Korea” I looked everywhere but my mom. I heard her sigh, scratching the back of her neck. "We talked about this remember?” She used that tone when she isn’t agreeing to something. I felt my heart sink to my feet, 'Game over’ I thought. "We moved here as a family and you’re part of this family so you’re staying. Besides where are you gonna sleep? At your useless rapper boyfriends house, who probably still lives with his parents? You know Y/N, break up with that boy, and i’ll introduce you to Edward. The son of my boss” she grabbed a book from the shelves. “He’s not useless” my voice broke. “And I wasn’t planning to stay at his house but at Shanna’s house, she offered me to stay there” I wiped my tears away.   

“I’m saying no to this, maybe your dad thinks differently about this.“ She opened her book "you can leave now”  

I quickly grabbed my phone to text Jinyoung.
{Me} : guess I’m staying here forever T_T
{Jinyoung} : They still hate me do they?
{Me} : you could say that yes…
{Jinyoung} : Wish I could change their opinions about me ≥o≤
{Me} : more like my mom, she wants me to date the rich son of her boss  
{Jinyoung} : Well tell him you’re taken or else I’ll beat his ass hehehe 

I laughed at his reply, such silly boy I thought.
Sliding my phone in my pocket, biting my nail from nervousness. I hesitated to talk to my dad, but I still did. My feet felt so heavy as I walked over to my dad’s office. I knocked 3 times before entering.  

“Can I talk to you dad?” I closed the door behind me. “I don’t know can you?” My dad joked sitting up straight, mentioning for me to sit down. I explained to him, what I’ve been doing the past months and how much money I saved. At first he didn’t look quit happy, but as soon as he saw my broken face, his expression changed a bit. He said that if it’s really my dream to go back, that I should chase it. I was relieved he thought about it this way. He supported my relationship with Jinyoung more than my mom did. Probably because Jinyoung is a rapper with an chill vibe and not some nerd who wants to spent his whole life sitting behind a desk.  

{Me}: guess what?
{Jinyoung} : what’s up cutie~
{Me} : My dad agreed to me moving back to Korea~
{Jinyoung} : Oh my gadh are you serious?? That’s great!!!
{Me} : I know right, I can’t wait!!
{Jinyoung} : Waoh I’m crying huehue  
{Me} : Ahh don’t, you’re making me cry
{Jinyoung} : I can’t help it, you just made my day ;)
I fell asleep after calling Jinyoung for hours.  

{1 week later}

I couldn’t thank my dad enough, he paid my airplane ticket and gave me extra money. I was so nervous, first time flying alone, going my back to Korea. I hugged my mom really tight, “I’m gonna miss you” she whispered in my ear, “It’s okay” I wiped away some tears, that were streaming down my red cheeks.
“Promise us, that you’ll call us as soon as you land okay?” My dad informed me for the 100th time. “Yes dad” I hugged him.  
Holding tight on my passport and tickets I walked over to the security. I shouted one last 'I love you’ and went of.

{12 hours later}  

I felt horrible after the flight, I felt like fainting. My knees are so weak and I still have to carry my suitcase. I called my parents when I got my suitcase. I walked over to the gates, looking for Jinyoung. 'ah I can’t find him, how frustrating!’ I sighed. I felt two arms sneak around my waist, making me jump. I turned around, to be greeted by a pink haired boy. “Woah y-your hair” I stuttered, touching his hair.
“Not even saying hello or hugging me back” he laughed, “ah right” I hugged him really tight. “I missed you a lot” I whispered in his chest.
“I missed you too, my princess” patting my head. I kept looking at his hair, it looked so fluffy. I reached for his hair again, slightly touching it. “That amused?” He giggled. “Why did you dye you hair?” Walking hand in hand towards Starbucks. “ah~ there is no reason to be honest”  He grabbed his wallet.  
“It suits you, this makes you the cutest rapper” I smiled at him, he on the other hand looked quite annoyed at my comment. I know he doesn’t like to be called cute but I couldn’t help it. 

“Welcome at Starbucks, can I take your order?” The adorable girl behind the counter asked.  
“Yes can I get 2 medium iced caramel macchiato.” Jinyoung said handed her the money.  
“Am I really the cutest rapper?” He pouted handing me my coffee.  
“Yes I’m gonna call you smoll pink bean” I laughed hitting his arm lightly, not hurting him.
Jinyoung kept pouting, he grabbed my suitcase and walked off, leaving me dumbfounded. I guess he must be upset, running after him. I could pass him with my short legs and stood in front of him. He just looked at me, surprised I could keep up with him. I panted sipping my drink before speaking. “Yah oppa~” making my voice a bit higher than usual. “Don’t ignore me please” I whined, blinking my eyes cutely. He looked down at me smiling a bit, knowing he can’t resist my big E/C eyes.  
“ahh you drive me crazy” grabbing my hand, swinging it as we walked towards the exit.

I missed this, the warm weather, lost of people and my boyfriend. I forgot how soft his hand are, how cute he can smile, the way he smelled. “Can you stop staring please, it freaks me out” I blushed, embarrassed at my own action, I quickly apologized.  
“Y/N” I looked his direction, without noticing his lips landed on mine. They were so soft, I felt butterflies in my stomach, my cheeks glowing by now. His lips moving against mine was like magic, his arms sneak around my waist, as mine held onto his shirt. I pulled away, looking at my feet, with my hands on my beet red cheeks. I could say that this was the best day of my life. Being back in my home country, being with my amazing boyfriend, I mean what else can I wish for?

{Couple weeks later}  

I got accepted into SOPA, reunited with my friends and family. I got a job at a bubble tea store, I live with my aunt and I talk to my parents basically everyday. Jinyoung and my best friend Jihoon both did audition for Produce 101, and got accepted to be on the show. Unfortunately I can’t see them till they get eliminated or till the show ends with them in the top 11.
Supporting Jinyoung and Jihoon as much as I could. Showing up at all the shows, and if I was lucky I could get backstage.  
Jihoon got ranked 1st for 4 weeks in a row, sadly for Jinyoung his skills didn’t get noticed at all. The highest rank he could get was 40. Korean citizens should vote for talented not the visual. I sighed watching episode 7. “Woah he is such a sweetheart helping other trainees, how am I still alive” clutching my heart. Texting him was no use, Mnet forbid the use of cell phones. My aunt sat beside me, handing me a bottle of cold water.

“See it in this aspect, his company will notice him more than before you know. He may not be in the top 11 but he does get more attention” she patted my back. I know that, but he deserves the best, I started to doubt what my mom said. Was she right? Is he really useless? Will I ever proof my mom she was wrong? Why do Koreans want good looking Idols and not rappers? What’s wrong with these people? Stan talent for god’s sakes.

As long as Jihoon is in the top 11 I’m satisfied. And I will love my boyfriend no matter what, even when he doesn’t debut. My mom is wrong he is pure talent and she unfortunately can’t see that.  
I laughed at my own changing thoughts, I’m so confusing sometimes. I watched his fancam a million times, he looked amazing, his rap is so strong it just blows me away.  

Let’s say I fell in love with an pink fluff ball named Woo Jinyoung.

Cemetery Drive: Frank Iero fanfic

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Frank Iero imagine based on the song Cemetery Drive by MCR??
*female reader, trigger warning

Bright lights, loud music, fancy wine, rich people, it was all too much for you. Elegant galas were never your forte, you would much rather be stuck at home with a cup of coffee, dressed in your pajamas, cuddled up in your bed, and reading a good book. No, instead you were here, in the middle of a party with the man you hated the most, your husband of two years. When you had first started dating, you thought everything would be alright. He seemed sweet, had a lot of money, a good job, and a great reputation. You didn’t even question his long list of exes, and assumed he was prince charming. You even thought maybe one day you could have a family with him, settle down, live your entire life happily ever after. You were proven very wrong.

He started to drink, regularly, and developed anger issues. Sometimes he would become extremely aggressive, and usually, with you being the only other person home, take it out on you. Whenever you tried to leave, things would only get worse. Not only was he an abusive drunk, but he was also overprotective. You hated it, every single second of it, and you were dreaming of a day when you might escape. You never really believed in divorce until now. It often became hard to deal with, and you found solace within other methods of relief, usually types that involved hurting yourself. You’d find yourself sitting on the bathroom floor, quietly singing songs to keep you calm and slitting your wrists, shaky hand dragging the blade along your skin, sighing as the blood rose to the surface, leaning back and closing your eyes, wanting it all to end. Several times your husband had broken into the bathroom, wasted and glaring at you sitting on the bathroom floor, finding you a mess and only making things worse. But that was all in the past now. That was meant to be forgotten.

Because now, you were here. You were caught in the middle of a place you definitely did not belong, champagne and jewelry and light jazz and ball gowns. Your husband looked you up and down, gazing at the dress you had salvaged from the closet moments before you accompanied him to the event. You did not own many dresses, especially for events such as these, and knowing him, it wasn’t like he was going to buy you one anytime soon. “I hate that,” he muttered, disgusted that you would even dare to wear such a thing to a place like this. “You embarrass me.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, biting down on your lower lip so hard you drew blood.

“Don’t do that,” he scolded, swatting your arm as you went to bite your fingernails. It was something you did in order to calm your anxiety sometimes. “If you’re really that hungry go fetch a dinner roll from the buffet table.”

“Yes,” you whispered. “Sorry.”

“Enough apology,” he snorted. “People will be wanting to greet me and my wife and I will not have you tainting my reputation. Do you understand, bitch?”

“I understand,” you swallowed uncomfortably, the words resting in your throat.

“Good,” he sighed, fixing his tuxedo. You eyed the several people coming to greet you and you straightened your back, raised your head up, brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

“Ah what a pleasure it is to meet you,” a lady grinned, shaking your husband’s hand. She was wearing a gown the color of gold, intricate detailing covering the fabric, a bright ruby necklace adorning her skin. She turned towards you and her face crinkled up, the way they do in movies when someone smells something putrid. Just the sight of you must’ve offended her. “And this worthless peasant, the one dressed in the trashy garb, this is your wife?” You shifted nervously in your stance, trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall from your eyes, push down the quiet comeback you had saved for moments like this, attempting to steady your ragged breathing and rapid heartbeat.

“I wish I could say otherwise,” your husband closed his eyes, frustrated. He couldn’t even look at you. You could feel bile rising up in your throat, and you couldn’t take it anymore. You glanced behind you at the table, snatching up the keys from beside his wine glass, then quickly hiding it behind your back.

“I feel sick,” you murmured. “I think I’m going to go outside and get some fresh air.”

“Smart idea,” the lady eyed you strangely and watched as you staggered away. You forced yourself to ignore the sick feeling in the pit of your stomach as you crossed the gathering area, pushing past the crowd of people, noticing a drunk police officer passed out in a chair. Your mind was whispering for you to grab his gun. To take it and point it to your head, end your misery, get it over with. It would be best for everyone, right? You glanced around, then quickly approached the officer, listening to his muffled snores as you carefully slipped the gun out of his belt, then darted out the door.

The cool wind on your face made you smile as you crossed the parking lot, and you felt free, almost. You could never truly be free until you were done with this all, until the bullets from the gun were stuck in your head, when you could finally rest and not have to worry about waking up. You inhaled a shaky breath and started towards the car, a fancy convertible of course, unlocking it with the keys and sliding them into the ignition, slowly rolling out of the parking lot and driving down the road. The moon above glowed furiously, lighting up the dark sky, a light fog scattered in the distance. Not many cars were on the road, the traffic lights worked in your favor, and all was going good. You were going to do this and nobody was going to stop you.

A graveyard caught you eye as you drove past, and your mind began to wander. Maybe it was best if you took a turn in, killed yourself in a convenient place, that way nobody will have to carry you very far. This way would be best, most efficient, smart. You had already caused enough hassle, the least you could do was already have your body in the cemetery. Your eyes stared at the fully loaded gun you had stolen, placed in the shotgun seat of the car, and you parked by the mausoleum. Steadying your shaky hands, you picked up the gun and took a deep breath, opening up your car door and getting out, trying to walk in a straight line. Why were you so damn nervous? You should be happy, brave, courageous even. You were finally doing the right thing for once in your life. Right? You closed your eyes tight, trying to take control of yourself and your emotions, then walked towards the small crypt, sitting down and leaning against one of the pillars.

Moonlight glinted off the tombstones, etched with names of people you had never met, and you began to wonder if maybe even one of the souls within this wretched place had ever felt the way you felt right now. You were curious if anyone else buried here was drowning in suicidal hopeless thoughts right before their death, if they had stared down a barrel of a gun like you were doing now, if they had ever been abused so bad they wanted to end their own life. You began to feel dizzy, and you swallowed down all your doubt, staring at the gun, beginning to cock it ready when you heard something, someone, approach you. It was footsteps, not too noisy, but just enough for you to hear, and you averted your gaze, eyes searching for the stranger until you heard a voice. “You okay?” they wondered. It was a calm voice, a man’s voice, and you turned around, eyes meeting his. He was short, black hair combed to the side, dark brown eyes, covered in tattoos, concerned expression on his face, dressed in a black hoodie and ripped jeans, holding a bottle of beer.

“I’m fine,” you reassured, your voice wavering and about to crack.

“Sure,” he replied slowly. He sat beside you. “Why are you holding a gun?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged.

“Geez,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You won’t stop lying, will you?”

“Shut up and offer me a drink,” you mumbled, reaching for his beer.

“Fine,” he decided, handing you the bottle. You guzzled it down graciously, the liquid sliding down your throat and resting in your stomach, and you began to hate yourself. This was poison you were holding to your lips, the same poison that created a monster out of your husband, the same poison that tore your relationship apart, the same poison that created the slits on your wrists and the bruises on your body and the deadly thoughts in your head. Just like your pathetic excuse for a husband, you were too falling for this poison. But it wouldn’t matter, would it? You would be dead soon anyways. “You’re dying, you know.”

“I know,” you nodded slowly, handing him back the bottle of beer. You glanced at the gun in your hand, becoming unsure of yourself again, and so you gripped it tighter, hoping to find confidence. Instead you found your eyes becoming wet with tears, and you fought to hold them back, for the stranger’s sake and not yours, but he looked at you with those dark brown eyes and you couldn’t help it.

“And on top of all of that, you’re crying,” he chuckled. “Do you care at all?”

You didn’t answer, teary eyes still staring at the gun in your hand, holding on so tight your knuckles turned white.

“Are you even there at all??” he frowned, touching your shoulder. “Are you thinking right?”

“I know what I’m doing,” you inhaled a shaky breath, shrugging off his hand on your shoulder.

“Do you want to die?” he wondered, taking a long sip of his beer.

“Who even are you?” you finally groaned, throwing your gun to the floor in frustration, glaring at him. “Why do you care at all?”

“I’m Frank,” he replied. “I’m drunk and lonely and I’m worried about you. Because well, if you shoot yourself, then I’ll be stuck here in the cemetery outside the mausoleum door with a dead body. And that kind of makes me look bad, you know?”

“Oh,” you murmured, not finding his humor amusing, but instead pulling your legs up to your chest and slowly curling into a ball, wiping the tears off your cheeks and staring at the gun now thrown at your feet.

“Will I ever get to learn your lovely name?” Frank inquired.

“I’m y/n,” you responded. “But I’m not all that important, really.”

“I think you are,” he insisted, taking another gulp of his beer. “Because look, someone issued search lights, and I can bet a hundred dollars they’re not searching for me.”

“Oh shit,” your eyes went wide. You saw the crowd of people outside the gate, the glimmer of lights in the distance. Instinctively, you quickly picked up the gun, about to cock it and end this all.

“Woah!” Frank reached for your hand, swatting the gun away. “I can’t watch you kill yourself, y/n. I just met you.”

“Well I can’t let them find me either,” you begged desperately. You both turned your heads instantly, listening to the crash of the cemetery gates as they swung open, flashlights shining furiously and a frenzy of angry voices audible.

“Who are they?” he asked. “Why are they looking for you?”

“They can’t find me,” you shook your head, starting to turn crazy from the suicidal thoughts swirling around in your mind, you reached for the gun again, but Frank only moved it further away.

“You need to go back home, get off the run,” he shook his head. “This isn’t healthy for you.”

“You don’t understand,” you closed your eyes tight. “I can’t go back. I won’t.” Flashbacks of your husband hurting you crossed your mind, moments of yourself alone in the bathroom with a blade, times when your body was covered in purple and blue, memories you’d much rather forget. If only Frank knew. You looked at him, eyes pleading with desperation and exhaustion, nowhere else to turn, and his expression softened, somehow understanding.

“Okay,” he agreed. “But another way. You can’t kill yourself, y/n. You just can’t. I won’t allow it.”

“Then help me escape,” you whispered. “Please Frank.”

“Where’s your car keys?” he asked frantically. “We don’t have that much time.”

“I left them in the car,” you explained.

“Then let’s go,” he decided. “We have to hurry.” You raced to your car, hopping in the shotgun seat as he turned on the ignition, flooring it immediately.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed, the fast pace catching you off guard.

“I do have to admit,” he laughed. “I’m a little drunk.”

“How many beers have you had?” you shouted, clutching onto the door of the car as he zoomed past the graves, making a beeline for the gates, the same gates crowded with people carrying flashlights. “Slow the fuck down!”

“I can’t,” he apologizes. “I don’t remember how.”

“You’re going to kill us!” you cried.

“Like you’d care,” he scoffed. “I thought you wanted death.”

“Not like this!” you groaned, your heart almost jumping out of your chest watching the people run out of the road as Frank swerved like a maniac, going onto the main street.

“Hey, I’m helping you escape,” he reminded. “You should be thankful.”

“I would’ve driven if I knew you were this drunk!” you explained. “Geez Frank.”

“Goddammit,” he muttered, looking in the rearview mirror.

“What’s the problem?” you asked, worried. It was then that you noticed the flashes of red and blue following you, the noise of sirens, the loud voice in a speaker shouting at you to slow down.

“What do you think is the fucking problem?” Frank hissed, taking a sharp turn and completely running a red light. “This is insane!”

“Why were you even in the cemetery in the first place?” you asked.

“You really want to know?” Frank sighed, increasing the speed by ten miles.  “Right now out of all times?”

“Well if you keep driving like a maniac then we might never get to have that conversation,” you sighed. “So I might as well find out while I can.”

“I was the one who was going to kill myself,” he stared at you. “I had it all planned out, had a pill bottle in the pocket of my sweatshirt, beer in my hand, finally ready to say goodbye and then this lady leaning on a pillar of the mausoleum comes along and ruins everything.”

“Oh so now it’s my fault?” you raised your eyebrows.

“No,” he shook his head. “You made me stop.”

“What?” you looked at him quizzically.

“I don’t know, it sounds crazy, but something about you… It made me not want to do it anymore,” he sighed, zooming past an intersection and the car growing quiet, nothing but the distant sound of sirens following you.

“Are you lying?” you wondered. “Or are you actually real?”

“It’s true,” he replied. He quickly reached into the pocket of his sweatshirt, throwing you a bottle of pills, and your face fell. “You saved me, in a weird, twisted way.”

“So what? You saw me pointing a gun in my face and you just changed your mind?” you asked in disbelief, glancing at the medication in your hands. “Just decided not to?”

“You reminded me of someone I saw in a dream,” he finally confessed. “She was covered head to toe in bruises, and hiding in the bathroom, she was singing some song, I don’t remember, and she had a blade to her arm. There was something about her that was hauntingly beautiful, something I couldn’t quite place, and it made me want to save her.”

“Frank-” your voice grew soft. How could he possibly know about any of that?

“I know, it’s weird, I’m drunk, I’m probably out of my mind-” he began but you shook your head.

“No,” you protested. “It’s um, it’s great.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed.

“Why?” you asked, him jolting the wheel to the side as he turned, the sirens sounding almost on your tail as he pressed the gas pedal even harder.

“I just met you and I think…” he shook his head. “No.”

“You think what?” you asked innocently, secretly hoping he might reveal something else he thought about you.

“I think I might love you,” he barely whispered. He turned to stare at you, his eyes melting your heart, and you looked at him, parting you lips about to respond, when he leaned towards you, kissing your lips, surprising you. You widened your eyes, pressing your lips to his, the feeling absolutely indescribable, the car going faster and faster and before you could comprehend what was going on, the collision of your kiss faded away and everything turned white.

At first, it was the sirens growing loud, shattered glass, jolting forward, all the bones within you collapsing, and then a metallic taste in your mouth, arms wrapped around you, someone shouting your name, a burning sensation all throughout your body, and red and blue everywhere.

“Y/n!” you heard his voice, and he was shaking you, begging for you. You opened your eyes, staring into Frank’s gorgeous brown ones, holding onto the last thing that kept you alive. “Please don’t go, please don’t leave me, I need you.”

You could see the hurt in his eyes, and the blood everywhere, and you could tell he was hurting as much as you were. He was holding on, barely able to stay alive, just like you, so close to getting what you deserved. “Frank,” you shook your head, bringing his lips to yours for the very last time. “It looks like we both finally got what we wanted.”

He stared into your eyes, understanding what you meant. “Let go,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay, we’ll be together.”

“Promise?” you asked, trying to breathe, but it felt like your lungs were being crushed, you felt like you were falling apart, barely able to just breathe.

“I promise,” he replied. So you did. You closed your eyes, his arms wrapped around you, and you were drifting away, falling, crashing, sinking. You were sinking slowly into death, crashing into fatality, falling down, way down, way down, way down…


Pairing: Mark Pellegrino x Reader
Word count: 1,441
Warnings: None    
Written for Wayward-Mirage’s Mark Pellegrino Day
Request: (Anonymous) So Lucifer-in-leather recommended you for a Mark P fic. I read your other ones and they are awesome. Can I request one I really, really, really want ? Mark x Reader. The cast goes to Vegas and parties and Mark is majorly in love with the reader but hasn’t asked her out and Rich hangs all over her and Mark sees her leave with Rich and assumes they slept together and treats her mean out of jealousy but finds out they didn’t and has to fix it ? 

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Leo Fitz x Reader - Not Even One More Time

Hello all! here’s the requested Fitz fic (haha, alliteration). I like it very much, and I hope you will too. Enjoy!

Warnings: Cheating, angst and swearing.

Your name: submit What is this?

Whispers. Blushes, shy glances and smiles. Butterflies in your stomach – gentle pastel baby butterflies. Not icy vampire butterflies like there was with Bucky – adorable springtime ones. The first time you held his hand as you cried after a tough mission. Getting excited over science in the lab with him. Every touch, every tentative kiss and jealous misunderstanding had led up to this moment -


You smoothed down the pale white silk of your wedding dress, trying not to hyperventilate. Holy shit. Holy shit, you were getting married and Fitz was waiting at the end of the aisle and he was so adorably Fitz and….

“Y/N!” Skye’s voice interrupted your mental freak out, and she snapped her fingers under your nose. Her pale green bridesmaid dress looked amazing against her chocolate-brown hair. “Cool it. You want this, right? You want to marry Fitz?”

You nodded, not quite trusting yourself to speak. Jemma had worked so hard on your makeup. Where was she anyway? As Maid of Honor, she should be – where the hell was she supposed to be again?

“Relax,” Skye said again, taking your hand. “This wedding is going to go amazingly, and you and Fitz are going to ride off into the sunset. Or, fly off, rather.”

You took another deep breath. “Okay. Okay, I can do this.” Then a horrible thought stole its way into your head. “Oh, god, what if my ex shows up?”


Bucky!” You squeaked, trying to keep quiet in the hotel room. “Let go of me, you oaf.

Bucky smirked and blinked hooded eyes at you. “заставь меня,” he said, voice husky. Make me. Your stomach roiled with rather violent butterflies. Hot damn.

You grabbed the hotel pillow and smacked him across the face with it. “I’ll give you make me, you stupid adorable man-child.”

He chuckled, then lowered his face close to yours. “I love you,” he whispered.


“I do.” There. You said it. You were married. Your face ached from smiling, and you felt lighter than air. Barely hearing the applause or the priest’s words, you wrapped your arms around Fitz’s back and kissed him resoundingly, irrevocably. He was yours, and you were his. Forever. When his hands started tangling in your hair, though, you heard some throat-clearing and drew back breathlessly.

You gazed into his eyes,so purely blue and innocent and brave. “Hi,” you whispered, just for the two of you to hear.

Fitz took your hands in his and stole one more kiss, just before where your cheek met your ear.

“Hullo, Mrs. Fitz.”


Y/N, please listen -”

Enough, Bucky.” Your voice was choked and stinging with tears. This was the last time – the last time you’d sit up worrying about him, wondering if he was even alive, only to find out he was perfectly safe – in another woman’s arms.

I’ve had enough.” A strange calm came over you. You tried so hard not to see his pleading blue eyes, his dark tousled hair, those perfect muscles and the metal arm you used to love so much. But you did see. And god, it hurt like hell.

I’m done being hurt. Go stay with Steve or something.” Your breath shuddered in your chest. “We’re done.”

The words dropped from your tongue, and you felt strangely lighter for it. This wasn’t temporary – it wasn’t a healthy relationship and it needed to end. You turned away, slung your bag over your shoulder.

Y/N -” He pleaded again, grabbing your arm.

Don’t touch me,” you said stiffly. “Goodbye, Buck.”


“Good morning,” you murmured, a lazy smile on your face. The sunlight streamed in through the hotel window, but you barely opened one eye, reveling in the feelings of peace.

“Morning,” Fitz replied, his voice husky. You wiggled your toes under the blanket and traced lazy patterns across his bare shoulder.

You’d read in a book once that happiness was where fiery passion met sweet comfort. If that was true, you’d never been happier. The whole world seemed right, as if something in your chest had snapped into place after being askew so long you’d forgotten it felt wrong.

“Are you hungry, Y/N?” Fitz asked, blinking sleepily. He started to sit up, but you made a little sound of protest and pulled him closer to you, snuggling into his chest. “Let’s stay a while,” you murmured, closing your eyes and listening to his steady heartbeat.

You couldn’t see the smile on his face, but heard it in his voice when he settled back on the mattress and kissed the top of your head.


You pressed little flower kisses all along his chest and cuddled closer together.


“God, get a room,” Ward said, eyes dancing. “Honestly, you two are really wearing out the newlywed phase too fast.”

Hello, young lovers,” Skye sang as she danced past in full bullet-proof body armor.

Breathless, you disentangled yourself from Fitz, face flushed bright. You swallowed and sighed dramatically. “Fitz, we’re on a serious mission here.”

The smirk on his face was enough to make you melt, but your original point still stood. Sitting in the Bus on the way to a mission so serious you had to team up with the freaking AVENGERS was no place to get lost in your husband’s eyes. And lips and hands. And…other things.

Your face flushed with heat, and Fitz smiled wickedly as if he was reading your mind. “Later,” you whispered. Faint snickering from Tripp and Hunter could be heard from the front corner of the Bus.

The landing strip on top of the Helicarrier was plenty big enough to hold the Bus, but the idea of it still made you nervous. “I say it again, there is something unnatural in landing a plane on top of a larger plane that is flying.” You squeezed Fitz’s hand all the way down the ramp.

The Helicarrier’s control room was full of people – cool people, important people. But even though this was very serious (did Fury just say Skrulls?) and you really didn’t want to let your team down, only two people mattered to you right now. It wasn’t formidable Nick Fury, the sarcastic Tony Stark or even the nervous looking Bruce Banner.

One was the sweet. brilliant, brave man at your side, whose rings you wore on your left hand.

The other used to be known as the Winter Soldier.

Holy lord, he was here. Was he an Avenger now or something? What bloody right did he have to be lounging so comfortably back against the bulkhead, showing flashes of hipbones you used to kiss? Fuck him. Oh, wait, no. You were done with that.

His long hair tied back in a messy bun, Bucky caught your eye and winked. You pressed your lips together and looked away, grabbing Fitz’s hand.

Fury adjourned the informal briefing, and Fitz raised your hand to his mouth and kissed it. “I’m going for tea, love,” he mumbled. “D'you want some?” You nodded, and he left for the refreshments table. You prayed Bucky wouldn’t try to come over to you – fuckballs, he was. Dammit.

He’d rearranged his beautiful face into complete innocence and sincerity; he reached back and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Hey, Y/N,” he started. His voice was as rich as you remembered, but it didn’t have the effect you feared it would. It seemed to be missing something – namely, a Scottish accent.

“Hello, Mr. Barnes,” you said coolly. Bucky winced.

“Listen, Y/N, I – we – do you want to grab coffee or something?”

You closed your eyes and wished for a sledgehammer. Damn him forever, why?! You would’ve brushed off charm and hotness without a second thought. But why did he have to go and be cute? Now it would be awkward. Feelings would be hurt – and you hated that.

“She drinks tea.” Fitz! He was back, thank god. And he didn’t sound too friendly. A tiny part of you purred like a satisfied cat – he was jealous. Oh, beautiful precious sunshine baby.

“Hey, baby,” you greeted your husband, kissing his scruffy cheek and taking the cup he offered. Fitz hadn’t taken his blue eyes off of Bucky yet, fierce and determined despite how much smaller he was.

“One cream, no sugar. Stirred three times.” Fitz rested one hand on his hip and the other on your waist.

Bucky blinked, looking from you to Fitz. He glanced at both your hands – and the sparkling rings there – and his shoulders slumped. He gave both of you a smile and raised his hands in defeat.

“Okay, pal. Fair’s fair. I lost her, and my second chance is gone.”

“Damn right,” you piped up cheerfully.

Bucky held out his hand – the flesh one of course. “Friends?”

Fitz narrowed his eyes, but took the hand cautiously.

“Don’t think I’m not watching you,” he said by way of agreement.

Bucky shrugged and laughed easily. “Can’t say I blame you.”

You scoffed. “Oh, you’re both idiots.”

Then, in front of your ex, the Avengers and several hundred SHIELD agents, you took Fitz’s face in your cupped hands and kissed him so soundly you forgot to breathe until you saw stars.

On the Line (Part 1)

It was a silly dare, a fun game at your best friend’s bachelorette party. It was late, and you were all drunk and tired. None of you were thinking straight when you started playing truth or dare, and that’s how you ended up calling a local phone sex hotline. It was stupid and silly.

But also kind of hot.

So you find yourself calling again, when you are sober and alone.

But what happens when you hear that voice one night, out in public? What happens when you meet the man you’ve been talking to? When you meet Sam?

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 2150ish

“Oh, guys! You know what we should do?” Donna was sipping her margarita and grinning at the rest of the room with that adorable naivety she’d had since you were kids. “We should play Truth or Dare.”

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Pairings: Jefferson x Reader
Request:  hello! it’s my birthday tomorrow and I was wondering if you could write Jefferson fluff where it’s the reader’s birthday? it’s alright if you can’t. have a nice day! :)
Warnings: A little nsfw?
Note: I’m so sorry I wasn’t on to do this! But I’ll make it so Jefferson forgets but it’s still very fluffy and something a lil extra for this being late! 

You woke up with a smile on your face, today was your first birthday after the curse. It felt good to know you were spending it with the people you loved, usually Jefferson woke you with a breakfast and, well sex. After you’d both go for a romantic walk in the woods before he went picking mushrooms to bring in more food. You sat up ad waited for the smell of pancakes or eggs. Nothing. It got to around 12 O’clock and your heart sank a little, you brushed your teeth the went downstairs. You smiled at him, hoping it was some sort of prank. 

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Rich with Candy

Originally posted by deatheatergeek

Pairing : Richard Speight x Reader.
Words :1,485
Warnings: Talk of anxiety, swearing
Author : Mel
Request : Anonymous. Been struggling with my anxiety and depression lately so was wondering if u could do a gabrielxreader or Richard speight reader with a shit ton of fluff and care.

A/n : I don’t usually do requests but Brit has a lot on her list, and I had an idea for this one. Its my first request ever, so I hope you like it XD. I suffer from Anxiety and Depression too, and this is kind of what it’s like for me.

Depression was an old friend. Someone who came to visit often. If you were lucky, a day visit. Maybe two. If not, it would hang out for weeks.

This was not your lucky week. You were trying desperately to get out of your funk. You’d try making plans, but would break them at the last second. You tried to make yourself feel pretty, dressing up and putting on make-up, but you’d either take it off 5 minutes later, or pass out in bed like that. Junk food was your go to when depressed which made you feel even worse.

An Event popped up on your facebook feed. Oh crap, you forgot about the Supernatural convention that was starting tomorrow. You groaned. You had always wanted to go but with your anxiety, you were terrified. You shut the laptop and threw yourself back on the bed. Why did the universe hate you.

You laid there staring at the ceiling. Angry with yourself, with the world, with everything. “Fuck it.” You grumbled. You opened the laptop back up, pulled out your credit card, and bought a ticket for the next day. “There.. Now I HAVE to leave the house.”

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Request: Can you do an imagine where Team Free Will gets all defensive and angry when one of your close friends tells you to kill your self because you are nothing in this world. And then TFW comforts you until you fall asleep.

You were finally getting some free time with your friends. Ever since you became  hunter you never got to just hang out. Sam, Dean, and Cas had to go a supply run, and since they were going into a town where some of your old friends lived, you decided to join them. 

“We’ll pick you up in an hour?” Dean suggested.

“Yeah, that should be fine. We’re just gonna have some coffee and talk.” You replied. “See you later.”

You jumped out of the Impala and walked to the front door. An old college friend, Courtney, had the perfect life. She married a doctor, so she didn’t have to work. And she had two kids. And she didn’t have to deal with monsters. Needless to say, you were jealous.

“Y/N!!!” She yelled, opening the door before you could even knock.

“Court!” You yelled back, copying her tone. 

“Oh my god, how have you been?” She asked, ushering you inside. 

She led you to a big kitchen, with granite counter tops and a the latest appliances. “I’m good. You have an amazing house.”

“I know, right?” She laughed. She made you some coffee and you sat around the kitchen table.

She told you all about her glamorous life, and you were really happy for her. She asked if you had a boyfriend, and you were truthful. You didn’t have a boyfriend, but you had three of the best friends you could ever ask for.

“I wish I could have friends like that. But when you have as much money as me, people are so fake.” Courtney commented.

“That sucks. Maybe you shouldn’t flaunt your money. Then people wouldn’t know how rich you were.” You suggested.

“Excuse me?” Courtney asked, offended.

“Oh, Court! I didn’t mean to offend you. I just meant, you know, you wear all this jewelry and nice clothes, it’s easy for people to tell you’ve got money.” You said.

“So what? You think I’m a bitch?” She asked.

Was she serious? Now you remembered why you hadn’t talked to her in ten years. “What? I didn’t even say that!” You exclaimed.

“But you’re not denying it!" 

"Because it’s ridiculous.” You stated.

“Oh, so now I’m stupid too? Well fuck you, Y/N!” She shouted. You had no idea what to say. You were dumbfounded. Were you having the same conversation as her? “You know what? Just kill yourself! I’m a stupid bitch? Well at least I have a husband! At least I have kids! What do you evven have in this world? Nothing! You’re literally trash!” Her words bit into you, and tears clouded your vision.

You couldn’t respond, for fear of your voice cracking. You didn’t want her to see you cry, so you left your seat and ran out of her house. You could hear her laughing behind you.

You had a few minutes before the boys came back for you, so you picked a direction and walked. Soon you saw a little park, and you sat on a bench. You didn’t know how long you’d been walking, but you didn’t feel any better. Your phone buzzed and you saw it was Sam.

“Hello?” You asked, your voice cracking slightly. You prayed he didn’t hear it.

“Y/N? Where are you? Are you okay?” Sam asked, concern lacing his words.

“I’m fine. I’m at a park. Please come here.” You said.

“Sure, sure. We’ll be there soon. How was seeing your friend?” Sam asked.

Her words came flooding back to you, and you knew you couldn’t speak without crying. “Fine. See you soon.” You managed to say, then quickly hung up. You wiped your eyes, and looked for the Impala.

“Y/N!” You heard Dean shout, then he honked the horn. You got up, wiped your eyes quickly, and jumped in the backseat.

“Is everything okay?” Cas asked you.

You nodded, and leaned your head on the window. “Liar.” Dean stated.

“Dean!” Sam exclaimed, hitting his arm. 

“C'mon, Y/N. What’s going on? You can talk to us.” Dean said, much more gently than before.

You took a deep breath. “It’s stupid.” You told them. 

“If it got you to cry, it’s not stupid.” Sam said.

“Courtney just… said some things.” You shrugged, hoping they’d drop it.

“Like…?” Dean pressed.

“She told me to kill myself and that I was trash! Okay? Now stop asking me!” You snapped.

All three men were silent. Then, Cas, to your surprise, broke that silence. “Would you like me to smite her? I would very much like to smite her.” Cas’ voice was lower than usual, anger bubbling in his eyes.

“Thanks, Cas. But she’s got a family. She has the perfect life. Don’t kill her.” You said with a hollow voice. You felt the car stop, and you glanced out the window. Courtney’s house stared at you. “What are you doing?” You asked, and saw Dean and Sam jump out of the car. “Guys!” You yelled after them. 

You watched in horror as Sam and Dean rang her doorbell. Courtney opened the door, smiling widely. Sam said something, and her smile vanished. Then Dean said something, and a look of anger crossed her face. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but judging by Courtney’s expression, they were ripping her apart. 

Then, Sam and Dean turned around and walked back to the Impala. “What did you do?” You asked the second they were in the car.

“We just put her in her place, is all.” Dean said, driving to the bunker. You were touched that they did that, but you were still hurt from Courtney’s words. You were quiet the rest of the ride. 

Once you got back to the bunker, you ran to your room, needing a nap and some alone time. Nobody followed you, and you crawled into your bed and curled up into a little ball.

There was a knock at your door. You didn’t say anything, you didn’t have the energy to. “May I come in?” Castiel asked, poking his head through the door. You shrugged your shoulders, but he couldn’t really see that. He came in anyway. “I am not good at human emotions, but I am very angry at what she said to you. And I understand that you are upset. What should I do?" 

You couldn’t help but smile at Cas’ words. "You don’t have to do anything, Cas. I just wanna lay here.”

“Okay.” He said, and you thought he disappeared. But then you heard his trench coat be discarded. Your bed dipped slightly, and Cas wrapped his arms around you. “Is this okay?” He asked.

You turned around and rested your head on his chest. “Yeah. Thanks.” You smiled, and closed your eyes. 

There was another knock at your door, and Cas called them in for you. Sam and Dean both came in. Dean was carrying a chocolate bar, and Sam had your favorite drink in his hand. “Hey, why does Cas get all the fun?” Dean asked with a smirk. 

You scooted closer to Cas, making room on your bed. Dean took his jacket off and laid on your other side. “What about me.” Sam whined.

You smiled at him, and moved your legs. Sam crawled onto your bed and rested his head on your stomach. “You know we love you, right?” Sam asked.

“I know.” You said.

“And do you know that you’re just about the best person I’ve ever met?” Dean asked.

“I know.” You said with a smile.

“And did you know that…. I don’t, did you know that you’re better than most angels I’ve met?” Cas said.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I know, I love you guys.”

One by one, your boys planted a kiss on your forehead or cheek. Surrounded by Sam, Dean, and Cas, you were able to drift into a peaceful sleep. 

(I hope you like it!)

B L O O D L U S T (Part One)

An uncontrollable desire to kill or maim others.

A/N: Hello! I came up with this idea after staring at Taehyung in his vampire costume for who knows how long and thinking he was undeniably attractive. So, a Vampire AU staring Taehyung came into the works.:) Enjoy! Oh, and if you really don’t like gore or blood or anything on the lines of that, please feel free to keep scrolling.^^

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She saw his beating red eyes stalking her as his prey. His teeth had flesh stuck between them, pearly whites drenched in deep, fresh blood. Then, it poured from his mouth and down to his chin, his voice deep and raspy, whispering a phrase over and over again. His hands were tainted with the blood of his victims, the stench twisting her stomach. He stood up from his last prey, the back of his hand wiping his mouth as he let out a low, cackling laugh that rattled the bones in her body.

“More, more, more,” he repeated, walking to her slowly. She stared at him in fear as she backed away further and further, shaking her head as she began to run, only to find herself cornered with no where to go. She gulped as he finally reached her. He then pinned her against a wall, his fangs sharper than a sword’s blade, ready to pierce her neck. He then gave her a smirk before–

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