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“Before I tell you anything else, I need you to know that I’m okay,” you said quickly when dean answered the phone. 

“Y/N what’s going on?” Dean asked gruffly. You could easily picture the scowl, the clench of his jaw, that worried look on his face. And it was only going to get worse.

“I’m in the hospital,” you said, wincing.

What?!” Dean exclaimed angrily, making you drop your face into your hands. Oh, this was going to be so very terrible… “What happened?” he growled, but before you could even open your mouth to respond, he changed his mind. “Never mind. Just tell me where you are, I’ll be right there.”


You heard him long before you saw him. He was practically shouting down the hall looking for you, stomping along in those heavy boots of his. Finally someone must have told him where you were, because then the door was slamming open, and a whole lot of panicked Dean came barreling through.

“Are you okay?” He demanded, grabbing your face in his hands. His eyes were darting around, checking you for injuries. That was when he saw your knee. “What. Happened.”

I fell Dean. I’m fine.”

“That doesn’t look fine.”

“I sprained it, okay? That’s all,” you reassured him, patting his arm. Thankfully he was interrupted as the doctor came in. 

“Mrs. Winchester,” he began, glancing up from your chart, “oh, you must be her husband.” Dean shot you a glance, but he nodded instead of blowing your story. It had been the only way they would let him in to see you. “It looks like a pretty good sprain, but nothing too serious. I’d recommend advil and some ice, but otherwise just rest and try to keep your weight off it for a few days. If you’re not better in a couple weeks, we can explore other options, maybe do an MRI. Other than that, you’re free to leave.” The doctor shook each of your hands, and then he was gone again. 

“Stay here and rest, I’ll go get the paperwork squared away,” Dean grumbled, still sounding angry despite the less-than-serious diagnosis. 

“Bullshit…” you muttered as he left, reaching over for the crutches leaning against the wall. You hopped off the bed, wincing as your muscles protested the movement. They were sore, but nothing felt too bad, so you snatched up the crutches and limped out into the hall. Dean turned at the sound from where he stood at the nurses’ station and gave you a look so terrible you stopped in your tracks and briefly reconsidered your priorities. But then you clenched your jaw and continued hobbling over to him.

“What are you doing? Go sit down.”

“No. We’re leaving, come on.”

“You’re insane, you know that? You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Screw you,” you retorted angrily, turning to go past him. But Dean reached out and snagged the back of your jacket, holding you in place as he signed the paperwork - with a fake name, so what the hell was the point? - and listened carefully to the nurse’s instructions. 

“Hey,” Dean scolded when you tried to rip out of his grip, “seriously, will you calm down for two minutes?”

“I’ve been here for three hours,” you hissed, “I called you for a ride, so get me the hell out of here already!” Dean narrowed his eyes at you, but you just glared right back at him. When a muscle in his jaw twitched, you realized he was really mad. Well, shit.

“Fine. Let’s go,” he said tightly, gesturing for you to lead the way down the hall. It was slow going with the crutches, but soon enough the two of you were out in the parking lot and Dean opened the passenger door of the impala for you. 

“I don’t need help,” you snapped when he went to grab your arm and help you into the car. Dean growled something under his breath, crossing his arms and watching you struggle until one of the crutches slipped and you went plummeting towards the ground. Strong arms caught you, and then you were pulled against Dean’s chest in a tight embrace. Before you could say anything, Dean was speaking, his voice right in your ear.

“I know you don’t need help, okay? But you also don’t need to do this by yourself. Let me help, sweetheart.” You pulled back and looked up at him, green eyes sincere, his expression worried. When you finally nodded, Dean cracked a smile and kissed your forehead, helping you into the car.


Submitted by @jesstherebel

  A Dream Come True


My first attempt at a RPF! I love Norman, but am nowhere near an expert on him, like I am with Jeffrey. 😜 So excuse my writing of him.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader x Norman Reedus

Word count ~ 3500

Warnings- a few swears, reader talks sex, nothing else in this part.

Tags~ @stileswolfi @magikat409 @jasoncrouse @nothin-after-79 @magpiegirl80  @omgitss0y @binegan @metal-xo @mypopculturediva @angelofthenite


 This was all new. A convention wasn’t anything I had ever experienced , especially one specifically for The Walking Dead, one of my all time favorite television shows. I always thought those conventions were for hardcore, borderline crazy, fans. Yet here I am, packing for my flight to Atlanta.

 I went all out, purchasing the most expensive “platinum” weekend tickets, I even booked the hotel that I had heard the celebrity guests were staying at. Only place I “skimped” on was buying only photo ops and autographs for my two guys, Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Norman Reedus.

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@snakepitnet halloween challenge: week one - halloween at hogwarts

‘It’s a little foolish, isn’t it?’ Draco answered, an incredulous laugh wedged against the edge of his words, but never erupting from his throat. ‘I mean, what are we celebrating? How terrible magic is? Muggles’ fear of us? Monsters?’ He flipped a page with a huff of dramatic exasperation. ‘I just don’t get it.’

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The only reason I’m doing this long imagine is because I never did anything for getting 2,000. Thanks for reading this. x


Requested by Anon #218

Rick was walking in front of Task Force X and he could hear them talking about how they are the bad guys and shouldn’t be here helping the people they torture and have fun striking fear into. Suddenly he heard a voice that made him roll his eyes “Hey Ranger Rick!” he sighed as he felt arms around his shoulders. “Where are we going exactly? I mean not that I don’t love having romantic walks with you…” Rick interrupted her and asked, “How is any of this romantic?” he stopped to look at her as she spun around in the streets with a wide grin on her face. “Well look at this place. The corruption, the chaos, the disasters that we can only think happened here. This is the most romantic place I have ever seen.” he looked at the rest of them as he saw Harley nod as she said, “I agree I wish Mr J would take me someplace like this.” Rick could only shake his head as he said, “Seriously, what the hell’s wrong with you people?” he turned to the girl spinning around and he pulled her by his side. “Y/N, will you just walk normally?” he asked clearly annoyed, she smiled and said, “Anything for you baby.” Rick felt the need to kill her because she was being so annoying “I bet that if you wanted to you could become a great bad guy like us.” the rest of the task force laughed and she glared at them. Y/N ran ahead of everyone as she saw some movement “Y/N! Come back!” Deadshot shouted, the rest of the task force ran ahead of Rick and the soldiers so they could get to their squad mate “Get back here!” Rick shouted. One of the soldiers held up his gun and aimed it at Y/N who was still running, Rick hit his hand away and shouted, “What the hell are you doing?! If we hit them we alert others that we’re here! We have to go after them!” the soldiers ran towards the task force and just as Rick saw Y/N shooting at the creatures attacking her. “Y/N!” Rick shouted, she turned to smiled at him but she shouted his name and suddenly Rick felt an electric cage trap him and his soldiers. Y/N shot one of the creatures in the head as she ran to him, she went to touch the cage but Enchantress stopped her. The rest of the task force took this as a way to escape being part of this terrible team. The ran and Enchantress grabbed Y/N and dragged her away from the cage but Y/N kept her eyes on Rick until he was out of sight. Rick sat on the floor and for some weird reason he felt like something was missing, there was a pain in his chest like there was a hole. He threw his gun on the ground and shouted in frustration because not only did he fail the mission but he also lost the most dangerous villains ever. “You’re gonna break your gun if you do that.” Y/N said, Rick’s head shot up and saw Y/N with that stupid wide grin on her face and suddenly the pain in his chest was gone “I’m here to save you my love.” she said. “You can’t get us out of here. You need the others.” he stated, Y/N feigned a look of hurt on her face before laughing “What do you think I did before I got put in this stupid team? Watch and learn.” he stared at her as she climbed up rubble of a building and she disappeared into the what was left of that building. After five minutes the electricity turned off and the cage fell apart Rick picked up his gun and his soldiers followed his lead “Ta da! Impressive right?” Y/N shouted happily. One of the creatures had a gun and shot at Y/N which caused her to gasp and fall down the hill of rubble she was on top of. Rick ran to her and picked her head up and onto his lap Y/N started to cough and she whispered, “I saved you. I guess I’m not so bad after all.” Rick shook his head and said, “No you’re no THAT bad.” Y/N smiled and closed her eyes. Rick felt pain spread throughout his whole body. “Y/N! Y/N! Wake up please!” he shouted, he put his head down and saw that Y/N opened one of her eyes. “I didn’t know you care that much baby!” she squealed happily, she sat up and kissed him then stood up and ran ahead. “Let’s go get the rest of the squad!” Rick’s feeling of disappeared as the feeling of wanting to kill her came back and chased after her.

Pick apart
The pieces of your heart
And let me peer inside
Let me in
Where only your thoughts have been
Let me occupy your mind
As you do mine

- Heart’s a Mess, Gotye


It was undeniable for them both that, despite years of experience and their impressive skillsets, they got under each other’s skin. At first, they had to prove each other who was greater, better, more skilled.
But then Napoleon sat in a lorry and realised that politics were not something he’d sacrifice an agent for as skilled and honourable and, on top of that, a human who seemed to be so much better at being human than Napoleon ever was. So he rescued him and they saw each other with respect and trust.
That was when the fixation should’ve been over at last. But it wasn’t. Napoleon was still the only thing Illya could think about so that, whenever he thinks of their time in Rome, he realises how obvious Gaby had been in the end and if they’d bothered to just take their eyes off each other for a second they would have noted something off about her. They were the best secret agents after all!
But they didn’t. They continued to dance and bark but never bite. And the attraction didn’t stop. 

Illya sought the moments whenever Napoleon’s mask would fall away and reveal something of the man beneath. But instead of slowly satisfying his curiosity, he just got hungrier with every glimpse he took. 
He hated how Napoleon knew how to get under his skin. He could rile him up and calm him like pressing labelled buttons and with the right manual in hand. He could look Illya in the eye and tell what he was thinking. It should have scared Illya to the Siberia and back but he stayed, fascinated and gaping like a little child and not a trained KGB agent.

It wasn’t until he caught Napoleon in an unaware moment. He had never seen him so shaken before but when he wanted to comment on it his favourite Cowboy exploded.
“Go away, Illya! Can’t you see I need some space at the moment? You’re constantly there. I can’t breathe!” He yelled back turned away from Illya. He knew it wasn’t a sign of trust but rather one of self-defence. Napoleon did this when he didn’t want you to see his face because he was unable to pull a mask on.
“I am not- constantly around. You were on mission in Vienna all on your own just now…” He gestured to the door through which they had both entered.
“But you are constantly on my mind. I can’t work!” Napoleon screamed back pressing his hands to his head.
Illya shifted on his feet. He didn’t know how to answer this. Should he tell him that he couldn’t stop thinking about him either? No, probably not a good idea. It cut too close to the truth. “How was Vienna?” He asked instead.
Napoleon spun around. His eyes were red-rimmed. “It was terrible! This might be a reason why I don’t want to deal with this thing between us now either!” 
Illya gulped and stared at Napoleon wide-eyed. “Alright. What- happened?” He asked anyway.
“They had the little daughter! Nobody told me there was a daughter missing! I would have never provoked them like that if I had known-” A sob escaped the other agent and he quickly clenched his teeth shut. 
Illya’s expression changed. It was always horrible to lose civilians you were unaware of but could’ve saved otherwise. Especially, if you had to face their parents afterwards. “It was not your fault, Napoleon. Listen to me. It was not your fault.” He repeated softly and walked closer.
Napoleon punched him in the chest when he came close enough. “No! I don’t want to be vulnerable. Don’t make me do this!” He cried out, tears streaming down his face. “I don’t-”
Illya hushed him and gently took him into his arm. Napoleon’s hands fisted in his turtleneck and soon enough he was clinging to Illya like a lifeline.
“Run away with me, Illya. Please.” Napoleon muttered into his neck.
Illya’s heart skipped a beat. “Cowboy-” He started.
“I have had enough of my life being dictated by one cruelty or another. I want my life back. I want- I want you in it, Illya.” Napoleon slowly pulled back. Where his head had rested a wet spot was left. 
“Alright.” Illya blurted out.
“Are you sure?” 
Illya smiled fondly. “I have already disobeyed one agency for you, Cowboy. What’s one more?” He teased.
“Shut up.” Napoleon glared through the remanents of his tears and with a goofy smile on his face.
“I will go with you wherever you want,” Illya confessed.
He saw Napoleon blush and turn away which made his heart flutter. This was the start of something completely new but Illya already didn’t want to miss a moment of it.

We Lost

Ragnar X Reader

It had been hours. You didn’t know exactly how long, but hours of the day flew by with you either walking slowly around the bed on lying on it in sheer pain. There was no in between and you thought you were going to break. You didn’t know where Ragnar was and you needed him right now. He would calm you and you needed to try and be as calm as possible.

After so many hours, you couldn’t push anymore. You’d had your eyes closed the whole time and suddenly felt this great pain in your stomach. No one sounded happy, but you were too weak to open your eyes. There was no screaming baby and you got increasingly worried.

“Where’s my baby?” You managed to whisper.

“My Lady.” Someone began. “You have lost the baby.” Your heart dropped and for a moment the world was still. Until a mighty scream came from deep in your lungs. An almighty scream of sadness and pain reverberated off the walls.

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