it makes sense in my head i swear

destielonfire  asked:

Ok so my first thought is: how does the obvious parallel between the banes and the Winchesters (and Max and Dean in particular) and their story in this ep fit into the "finding a better way / not repeating past mistakes" theme of this season? Even if Max didn't sell his soul, I find it difficult to see what he did as finding a better way instead of just history repeating itself...what do you think?

The problem is assuming that there are “obvious parallels” in s12.

There aren’t.

And… even the parallel between Dean and Max is flawed… 

I’m having an exceedingly difficult time writing coherent meta lately, because s12 is like one of those Magic Eye pictures that you can’t “see” unless you unfocus your eyes and stop TRYING to see it.

(funnily enough I can’t actually see the pictures in those damn books)

I told Lizbob the other day it’s the sound of one hand clapping. I’m starting to feel like a total flake trying to write meta about it, because it’s like writing meta on the sea.

Max didn’t take a deal (SUBVERTED!), Alicia isn’t actually resurrected because she’s just sticks and string with her consciousness overlaid with magic AND UNDER MAX’S CONTROL, not actually completely free. (SUBVERTED!)

I’d been expecting that to happen (or something similar) since Alicia was the first one possessed by the demon in 12.06.

Because in some ways, Max was a closer mirror to Sam, and Alicia was a closer mirror to Dean…

Max was the “natural witch,” the one with freaky magical powers (like Sam). He was the one convinced that their mother was doing the equivalent of Sam’s “pulling overtime on a Miller Time Shift” back in the pilot. HE DIDN’T WANT TO GO LOOKING FOR HER. LIKE SAM DIDN’T WANT TO GO LOOKING FOR JOHN. Max had a date, Sam had Jess.

Alicia was the “normal” one with no freaky psychic woo woo (like Dean), but the one who was legitimately concerned about her mother when she didn’t call in like she usually did. Max made fun of her for it, but she refused to take no for an answer (like Dean did in the pilot).

See what I mean about looking for perfect mirrors in s12? They don’t exist.

It’s like depending on what “layer” of the text you’re looking at, you see two completely different parallels. Opposites, even.

Now Tasha was obviously a good hunter (AND WITCH!) to have lived in the life as long as she did. I’ve even reblogged at least one post that paralleled her to John here. Unlike John, in the end SHE DID NOT TAKE THE DEAL.

Aside from the surface-level similarities in the fact she raised her kids to be hunters, that’s really as far as the parallel works. Everything else about her, and how she raised them (witchcraft! How to flirt with men!) was different.

Looking at the surface level of s12 and trying to speculate is… flawed at best. The mirrors are all broken. Yet the entire story is being told through broken mirrors. You have to unfocus your eyes and look at the cracks to see what’s really going on.

And that sounds idiotic, I know. But that’s how Dabb is telling this story.


Jimin thought you were cheating with his best friend.

Word Count: 1.9k
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Description: A little bit mention of mature content. :)

The door in front of you was slammed close.

You were glued to the floor where you were standing.

Your words were stuck in your throat.

It was a mistake.

A total misunderstanding.

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Byun Baekhyun//Psych - Part 2

Originally posted by xehun

Summary: After a month of being broke at college, you finally find a place to stay, but the only con is that there is nine other people you have to share a house with - one in particular who makes it his mission to irritate you at every turn - but they’re hiding something from you. Something big. (1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7)
Scenario: Werewolf!AU, college!AU, series
Word Count: 4,945 

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You Didn’t Tell Them

A/N: So I wrote this on Monday and it has taken me this long to post it because I didn’t know whether I liked it or not. I am still kinda on the fence about it? I have an idea for a part two, but I don’t think I will write it if no one likes this one.

Y/N unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped in. It had been a pretty okay day overall, not very stressful or overly boring, but not exciting either. She put down her stuff and headed into the kitchen. “Jason?” She called out as she walked in. She stopped when she noticed him sitting at their table drinking tea with an older man. “Oh, I didn’t know we had company.”

The older man set his cup on the table and looked quizzically at Jason. “It is fine. I was actually just leaving.”

“Oh, I don’t mean to interrupt.” She said hurriedly. “I’m Y/N.” She reached out a hand to shake his.

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Y/N. I am Alfred Pennyworth.” He said as he took he hand and gently shook it.

“You’re Alfred? Jason has told me so much about you. It is great to finally meet you.” Y/N said.

“I would love to say the same for you, but I am afraid Master Jason has never mentioned you.” Alfred said quietly. He patted Y/N’s hand and picked up his coat. “It has been a pleasure.” He quietly closed the door behind him.

Y/N turned to Jason, who had suddenly become very busy with cleaning up the plates and cups he and Alfred had used. “You haven’t told them about me?” Y/N asked quietly.

“I was waiting for the right time.” Jason said as he put the dishes in the sink.

“Jason, we have been dating for three years, two of those we have been living together.” Y/N pointed out.

“I know, it just never seemed to be the perfect moment.” Jason avoided her gaze as he loaded the dishwasher.

“Could you just stop for a moment and talk to me?” Y/N said. She waited until he turned to her to continue. “Why haven’t you told your family about me?”

“I was afraid they would intimidate you and you would leave me.” Jason answered quietly.

“You know,” Y/N said, stepping close to him so that she could look him in the eyes. “That would make a lot more sense if you hadn’t already told me you were the Red Hood. If I didn’t run then, what makes you think I would run once I met your adopted dad and siblings?” Jason refused to meet her eyes as she continued to question him.

Y/N sighed and sat at the table. “The only reason I can think of for why you didn’t tell them is that I am not important enough to you to tell them.”

Jason’s head shot up. “Y/N, it isn’t like that, I swear. I-”

“Look. Three weeks after we started dating, I told all my friends about you.” Y/N said as she rubbed her eyes tiredly. “When we moved in together, I told my mother and I sat on the phone with my conservative grandmother as she tried to talk me out of it and told me I was on the pathway to Hell. Do you know why I told them and why I put up with that? It was because you were important enough to me for me to want my family to know I was with you. I wanted them to know I love you and I’m happy with you. And, up until today, I thought you felt the same way.”

“I do feel the same way, I just-” Jason tried to interject.

“I don’t want to hear you speak right now. I honestly don’t even want to be in the same room with you.” Y/N said as the first tear made its way down her face. Jason froze. He wanted so desperately to touch her, to comfort her, but he knew she didn’t want him right now. He slowly got up and walked out the door. He walked up the stairs to the roof and pulled out his phone. He sighed and dialed the person whom he hoped would help him fix this mess.

“Bruce, I fucked up.” Jason said as soon as his father answered the phone.

He heard Bruce excuse himself before closing a door. “Do you want to elaborate on that?”

“I’ve been dating this girl for a while. Well, more than a while. I’ve been dating her for three years.” Jason admitted.

“I assume you have a good reason for not telling us about her.” Bruce said in a light tone.

Jason winced before continuing. “That is actually where the problem comes in. Alfred came over for tea today and Y/N came home before he left. She found out that I haven’t told any of you about her and is pretty upset over it.”

“I’ll bet. You have been dating her for three years and apparently live with her, but you haven’t told your family about her? I’m upset for her.” Bruce said.

“This isn’t funny.” Jason said angrily. “She said that it made her feel like she wasn’t important to me. Which is the furthest thing from the truth. I was gonna propose, Bruce. I have a ring and everything.”

Bruce was silent for several moments. “How do you plan on fixing this?”

Jason raked a hand through his hair. “That’s why I called you.”

Bruce sighed. “I think I have a plan.”

My Mind Is My Folly

Prompt:  Maybe you were the crazy one. What kind of person pretended to read a book while creeping on some random man at a bus stop?

Pairing: Lin x reader

Words: 4,721 (I got carried away…)

A/N: I am still debating on whether I should take a break from writing or if I should join the write-a-thon… I already have the ideas for some of the prompts, but I’m not sure if I have time to write and edit them. We’ll see! Sometimes if I am inspired enough, I can write a story in an hour or so. Anyways, I would like to thank @how-could-i-do-this ,@iwrotemywayto-revolution , and @imaginebeinghamiltrash . Thank you for being my soundboard, giving me encouragement to write, and editing. I was so close to scrapping the fic. I love you all and thanks for telling me that my writing isn’t as awful as I think it is.

You didn’t even have to stop pretending to read your book to know that he was here.

Every day for the last week, he would appear exactly at 7:30 A.M., ten minutes before his bus would arrive. He’d slide into the opposite end of the bench, coffee in hand and backpack slung over his shoulder. Then he’d sip his coffee and stare off into space, his knee bouncing up and down impatiently as he waited. Sometimes he’d come with a worn leather-bound notebook in hand or headphones in his ears; those were the days where the leg bouncing was the most intense.

Your weird fascination with him started the second you saw him. You’d been riding the bus for years now – partly because you were one of the few people that liked public transportation, but mostly because you found the inspiration to write when you rode the bus – and it was rare to see someone on this side, the “upper side” of New York City, use the bus. You were usually the only person at the stop, so naturally, your interest was piqued when he appeared.

He was a mess.

His hair was tangled, eyes puffy from the lack of sleep, and clothes wrinkled as if he slept in them. It was… not cute. He simply sat on the other end of the bench, not sparing you a glance, not asking if the seat was taken, and not even attempting to make small talk. He was so odd; you’d never met someone that was so out of touch with their environment.

But as the week unfolded and you noticed his little quirks, such as the leg bouncing and how he would pull at the ends of his hair when he wrote in his notebook, you began to look forward to seeing him, even if it was only for ten minutes until his bus came. He was interesting to observe.

You flipped a page and let out a noise of interest, pretending to have read something intriguing while you focused on him. Maybe you were the crazy one. What kind of person pretended to read a book while creeping on some random man at a bus stop?

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005/100 Days of productivity                     15.07.2017

Reading “The Prince” by Macchiavelli because I have to write an essay about it for school. I’d say it’s quite interesting how this text was manipulated  through all human history, in order to justify dictatorships. I’m also reading a lot of Mussolini’s works, to better understand how a really simple book, can become such an instrument for propaganda.

Best parts of Build Our Machine:

  • The little voices in the background of the chorus that I SWEAR are saying “Oh, Bendy!”
  • The possible Steamboat Willie reference with “We’re just cartoons for your portrayal to tell some tale about a boat and sail”
  • The animations in the video are the cutest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen
  • The s n a p p i n g
  • “Nod your head to the beat of death” makes no fucking sense but I love that line so much
  • The ragtime piano-esque music is my SHIT
  • Am i the only one that just wants to tap their foot the whole time while listening to this
  • It took like .00005 seconds for the ENTIRE fanbase to fucking fall in love with this song and personally I find that beautiful
  • Okay I already mentioned the animations but the little grumpy Bendy
  • I haven’t been able to stop listening to this for a week someone please send help
The Office

AN//: hello dis is 4u. I made it. special thx to my friend @rogueimagination for givin me writing advice and givin me da courage 2 post. plss let me kno what u think !!! much love <3

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien + Reader

Word Count: 3364

Warnings: Swearing

Originally posted by fandoms-always

Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien

“I guess what I’m saying is… we should see other people.”

I bit my lip hard and held back tears. A million thoughts ran through my head at once, but nothing seemed to make sense. Weren’t we happy together? I guess not. Because here I am, getting dumped.

What did I do? Why doesn’t he like me anymore? Did he even like me to begin with? There must be another girl. No, he would never cheat.

I lifted the corners of my lips as much as I could without falling apart.

“Yes, I think that would be best too,” I lied. Not wanting to look pathetic by overreacting and breaking down, but also wanting to get the hell out of here as fast as possible.

I turned away but found myself glancing back at him one last time.

“Goodbye Dylan.”

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Two Fold

Group & Member(s): BTS’ Jimin feat. Jungkook

Genre: Gang!AU/fluff/angst

Word Count: 10.1k

Summary: The love that you and Jimin have for each other knows no bounds. But, when you’re basically forced to do something for the gang he’s in, the consequences of it all come falling down on the both of you…“What you do in this world, good or bad, will come back to you two fold”

Warnings: gang activity, gun violence, mentions of drugs, etc. 

A/N: I created a spotify playlist of all the songs mentioned/featured within the story. They are in the order in which they appear. 

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Words Can Break You.

Request from @melconnor2007:Hi I was wondering if your not to busy, cause your other one was amazing, a one shot requests on Bucky, something along the lines the reader and Bucky have been dating for ages, but she’s struggling with being happy about the way she looks, when she over hears some other agents or people talking about how good looking Bucky is and how muscles he is, then they start saying how the reader isn’t pretty enough to be dating Bucky, and she gets upset locking herself in her room, and Bucky breaks in and is reassuring telling her how pretty she is and how much he loves her and it’s really fluffy if that makes any sense please 

Note: This idea was just too cute to pass up on and, as you can tell, my muse levels for this were pretty high! <3

Bucky x Reader

Words: 2,394

Warnings: Swearing and upset. That’s all I can think of as the rest is fluff! :)

Disclaimer: All the GIFs used are not mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

There was no better feeling in the world than that of your boyfriend’s arm wrapped around your waist as you lay your head onto his chest and listen to the steady beat of his heart. You were supposed to be watching a film, one that you had been trying to get him to watch for weeks, yet all you could do was get lost in the feelings he brought out of you.

Even now, months down the line, you could feel the butterflies in your stomach dancing about from just the feeling of his fingertips absentmindedly tracing along your skin underneath the hem of your shirt. It was a simple enough gesture that a lot of people probably took for granted but you never did. Not for a single second. You were incredibly grateful for having Bucky in your life because you knew all too well how quickly he could be taken from you.

If it wasn’t his dangerous job that proved to be a threat to your relationship it was the dark shadow cast over you and The Avengers from the looming presence of HYDRA. All they needed to do was say a string of words and the man you were falling head over heels in love with would be gone and taken over by a cold-blooded killer.

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anonymous asked:

It feels like you could propose almost anything and one of your followers will find a way to make it make sense

I’ve always been quite open about the fact that like 90% of this blog’s popularity comes from posting whatever senseless horseshit pops into my head, then reblogging the best response.

#23 ”how the hell did you think that was a good idea?” (Emmett Cullen x Reader)


“Come on (Y/N), it will be fun, trust me” Emmett sat next to me on the couch, his hand gripping my arm and moving it trying to get my attention. “Is just a little prank”

“Last time you said that we ended up both being chased by Jasper into the woods and we almost burn the house down” I said not even bothering to look at him.

“Oh, come on!” he raised his voice a little and I could sense the frustration in it, making me smile a little “It was one time and you managed to put out the fire” he pressed his head against my shoulder and sighed “Please…”

“Ok, fine, but I swear to god if something bad happens again I will leave you alone and you will have to deal with everything” I looked at him, he was smiling like a child, his dimples becoming more noticeable with his smile.

We stood in an acceptable distance from Edward and Bella who were sitting on a rock next to a river, they looked so peaceful I was starting to feel bad about pulling a prank on them but before I could think about leaving Emmett’s hand landed on my shoulder and he looked at me grinning.

“I’m sure you will be able to do it from here, we can’t come closer, Edward will hear us” he whispered to me and I nodded.

“I hope you know that I fucking hate you, Em” I said while raising my arms and moved my hands starting to feel my powers coming through my hands.

Emmett laughed slightly “Yeah, but you love me, babe”

In an instant the water moved imitating my arm’s movements and I moved it towards Edward and Bella splashing them both, Edward looked at where we were standing and he narrowed his eyes.

“Oh shit, run (Y/N)!” Emmett and I started sprinting into the woods with Edward running behind us.

“Emmett, tell me again please, how the hell did you think that was a good idea?!” I shouted while I dodged the trees and rocks. I heard something fall down with a loud noise, I stopped abruptly and looked behind  just to find Edward on top of Emmett and both of them on the floor pushing each other, I laughed at the sight.

“(Y/N)! Babe, help me!” Emmett said between laughs.

“Oh no, for the first time I’m not the one getting pushed onto the ground, I told you, you are on your own!” I made my way back into the house trying to find Bella to help her dry but I couldn’t stop laughing.

House of Cards | kth v. jjk [7]

Originally posted by nelliel66

House of Cards

The Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6|Chapter 7

Subtitle: V for Valiant  

Characters: Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook (Mentions of Jimin x Reader in the past)

Categories: Fluff, Angst, Suspense

AU(s):College!AU, Stalker!AU, Best Friends!AU

Word Count: 4,945 (A bit carried away, haha)

Sypnosis: Some people see life in black and white, and others see it in brown and blue, but Kim Taehyung only sees it in red and you.

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Profuse knocking at one in the morning is all Hyejin can hear other than your unsteady breathing. Her breath shakes in her throat as she tries to contemplate the magnitude of her actions. She was fairly certain that you would live (or at least, that was the worse outcome in her eyes) but what troubled her most would be what Hansung would dare to do to her if he learned of her actions. Would he confront her about it? Would he kill her? She shakes her head at the last question. There were far more things that Hansung could do than killing her.  

“Hyejin!” Taehyung’s booming voice slams against her dorm’s door. Sweat beads against her forehead. His vision blurred with anxiety. His hand tries to turn the locked knob. His breathing is frantic as he tries to calm his nerves.  

Hyejin looks away your unconscious figure. She bites at her bottom lip to ignore the burning pain (but also the sadistic pleasure) that courses through her. Yet, the second she looks away, she finds her heart beating faster. Why had Hansung shown up? How could he have known?  

“Hyejin, my patience is running thin.” Taehyung tells her on the other side of the door. He takes in a shaky breath to try to ease his nerves. Something didn’t feel right.  

Hyejin timidly walks to the door; her natural habit of always following Taehyung’s order rings through her. She unlocks the door and swallows hard. Tears immediately well up in her eyes at Taehyung’s disheveled state – his dark green jacket hangs off his shoulders; his breathing uneven.  

“Hyejin – jagi-,” the word burns in Taehyung’s throat as he speaks it. It irks him to no end the thought of having to call anyone else besides you that name. He subconsciously glances over her shoulder in efforts to ease his nerves but it only does the opposite; the petals from the roses he bought you earlier are torn, scattering the floor. Broken fragments of a vase dots the floor. Your duvet from your bed peeks from the entrance of your room. “What happened?” His gaze on her hardens.

Hyejin hangs her head low in efforts to try to avoid his question. “Hansung…” Her voice trails off. A part of her wishes that she could merely lie to him – but he knows her too well. Or more importantly, he knows of her secrets.  

“Don’t–” Taehyung quips as he pushes pass her roughly. His shoulder bumps against hers, sending her stumbling a bit back at his careless actions. His jaw clenches at the scattered petals and vase fragments. He turns his attention in the direction of your room. Before he even realizes it, he is taking steps to your door.  

Hyejin’s eyes widen as she runs over to him. Her hands grip the cloth of his jacket. She shakes her head. “T-Taehyung-” she stammers his real name. Her voice trembles in fear.  

“Don’t fucking call me that.” Taehyung quips as he stares down at her hands. “-what did you do to my princess?” He turns to face her, now backing her against the wall. If looks could kill, Hyejin would be dead three times over. “Hyejin – you better answer me.”  

Hyejin swallows hard. “-T-Taehyung,” She tries again.  

He slams his hand against the adjacent wall beside her head. “You don’t get to call me that!” He seethes as he leans in closer to hear. His eyes search for any sense of remorse in her eyes, but all he sees that is laced in her orbs would be fear. Fear of him. To be quite frank, she had valid reasons as to why she had fear in him. “You’re wearing my patience thin, Hyejin.” He takes her chin in his hand to make her look at him. “Look at me before I swear to god, I will kill you myself.”  

She looks into his eyes, seeing the barbarous desire to end her in his eyes. There is nothing more evident than the hate that radiates from his presence for her. “I-I did it for you.” She murmurs quietly.

“You did it for me?” Taehyung looks at her; a cynical laugh escaping his lips. His hands soon grasp her shoulders, a shaky laugh escaping him. “How could you do that for me, jagi?” He spits the nickname like vile.  

Hyejin’s hands reach up to his, pulling at them. The pressure he applies to her shoulders is substantial, but she still continues to speak. “S-she doesn’t deserve-” Hyejin coughs before shaking her head profusely. “-doesn’t deserve you.”  

Taehyung dryly chuckles at her words. “And you suppose that you do?” His grip tightens. “Just who do you think you are that you think that you can even put your hands on her?” He tilts his head as he awaits an answer. “Lee Hyejin, answer me.” He narrow his eyes at her.  

“I heard Jungkook confess to her!” Hyejin blurts. “-I-I know how much you care about her and how much you give up for her. I couldn’t have just let her get away with hurting you…” She admits sheepishly. Taehyung’s eyes soften on hers ever so slightly. “-And Jungkook, he was planning on moving her out. I couldn’t let her steer away from you.”  

Her words appease Taehyung to no end and he knows immediately why he had kept her around for so long. Taehyung knew that Hyejin’s loyalty proved to have no limits. That fact alone had him coming back to her in his sadistic times of need.  

“Jungkook was planning on moving her out..?” Taehyung asks; the house of cards that he built so meticulously in his head begin to teeter.  "-away from me?“  

Hyejin notices Taehyung’s abrupt change in mood. She marvels at his dazed state with a quick nod. "Yes! He was.” She pauses with a bite of her lip. “Taehyung, you’ve always known that he was a threat to the three of us.” She side eyes Taehyung, who is still in his own reverie to notice her number conjecture. “He’s no better than Park Jimin. Isn’t he?”

The mention of the boy makes Taehyung’s jaw clench. His blood boils at the thought of the soft mannered boy. Reveries of seeing you in his arms burns Taehyung’s memories – a smiling you in the arms of someone else that was not him. Jungkook was an exception because he was fairly certain that Jungkook would never have the audacity to act on his emotions. But Jimin? He was entirely different.  

“You got into Seoul University?” You gasp at Jimin. Your mouth falls ajar as the boy in front of you chuckles lightly at your actions. Everything about you made Park Jimin’s heart beat double time in delight. There was nothing he adored more than seeing you smile. “Jimin—that’s like the most prestigious school in all of Korea! And you got in!” You shake his shoulders a bit as you squeal. “I’m so proud of you.”  

Jimin leans back with a smile adorning his Cupid’s bow. His onyx black hair kisses his forehead as he leans back against the grass. His legs dangle over the rocks. He sits so close to you that your knees touch. “Y/N-ah, jinjja?” He chuckles a bit. “It’s not really that big of a deal.”  

Jimin’s lack of excitement dawns on you. How could he not match your excitement for him? You shake your head at him. “Yes, Jimin, it really is!” You reply to him. You hastily lean over his lap to take the acceptance letter in your hands. “Do you know the acceptance rate for getting in? It’s less than seven percent and you made it. How are you not excited about this–?”

Jimin cuts you off when he cups your face in his hands. His eyes dart down to your lips before they meet your eyes. His gaze softens when he meets yours and you notice the apprehension in his eyes that you had not been able to notice before with his breathtaking eye smile.  

“Jimin..?” You ask with narrowed brows.  

He stares at you wordlessly for a moment. His eyes forage over your face one more time; engraving every imperfection that he adored of you into his mind for him to remember. His lingering orbs meet your own. His eyes seem to ask you for permission and you dumbfoundedly stare back.  

And before you know it, his lips are pressed against yours.  

Much to your surprise, his lips are much softer than you expected. They mold against your own perfectly; their texture’s only counterpart matching that of a rose or a fragrant lilac. The taste is much sweeter, too. As he takes your bottom lip in between his own, you can taste the remnants of lemonade from the small bakery that the two of you had stopped earlier.  

His hands move from your face to your waist as he pulls you closer into him – though trying to make you one with him. He pulls away for a second before returning back to your lips. He doesn’t dare stray longer before chuckling against them weakly. His hands ransack your shirt, a small heart is traced against the small of your back before his left hand finds your right and entwines your fingers.  

He pulls away first, small, rushed breaths escape his lips as he stares at you breathlessly. He presses you against the gray gym door. His thumb caresses your forehead as he entwines his fingers tighter in your own.  

“I’m not excited about being accepted because it means leaving you.” Jimin whispers against your lips. Your eyes frantically try to drink in every ounce of his expression as he says this – swollen lips from kissing you, furrowed brows searching desperately for your response. “Y/N-ah… I’ve loved you since the first day I saw Jungkookie bring you to soccer practice." He smiles faintly, his thumb strokes your knuckles. ”—when you had your hair cut short and  wearing Jungkook’s jersey because he didn’t want any of the guys looking at you.“ He chuckles abit. "I’ve loved you for so long and have known you even longer. It burdens me to think that I can’t bring you with me… yet.” He chuckles a bit to ease the burning situation, but he can’t help but worry at the idea of his friend, Taehyung. On several occasions, he had noticed the sinister look in Taehyung’s eyes whenever they fell on you.  

He knew something was not sane in the way Kim Taehyung looked at you.  

“Taehyung?” Hyejin calls to the troubled Taehyung, pulling him away from his reverie. Hyejin had known all too well – the constant blur of past, reality, and his imagination and how they blended contemptuously. Her eyes search over his paling face. She takes note of his trembling hands – the way his bottom lip quivers at the memory. He remembers that night – prom night – all too well.  

Taehyung’s hands tremble as his eyes gaze over Jimin. He swallows hard, the brick falling out of his hand as the image of the boy cements itself into his mind. His mouth falls ajar at the idea of hurting his best friend - a boy he both loved and adored all because he threatened to take the one thing that mattered most to him; you.  

“Jimin!” Your voice calls out as you round the gym entrance. Your eyes scower to find the blonde haired boy. “Jimin, come on. This isn’t funny!” You yell out into the darkness as you step out of the gym’s entrance.  

Please don’t come. Please don’t come. Taehyung repeats those three fatal words as he cradles Jimin’s head into his chest. He presses his hand against the back of the elder’s head and takes in another shaky breath. The all too familiar hue of crimson stains his skin.  

Am I really that much of a monster?  The question dawns on him

He looks up at her; the hate that he manifested over the years swallows him whole. “Don’t you dare touch her again.” His voice lowers to an octave Hyejin had never heard from him. “I trusted her to you.” He moves closer to her. “I trust that you will treat her as such. Unless you want to end up where Hansung is.”

“B-but Hansung is you.” Hyejin stammers, in a final effort to appease him, as she takes in the monster that looms in front of her. A sadistic light crosses in his eyes before he smirks lightly at her.  

He ignores her weak attempt at appeasement before he stands up. “You will be treated accordingly.” He tells her before hastily walking to your bedroom. At the sight of you laying on the floor, helpless, a thousand knives stab at Taehyung’s heart at the sight of you. He had no desire to allow Hyejin to carry on as she had before after this. But then he remembers her idolatry of him – the loyalty that she had bred for him to no end; something that she could only take to grave in efforts to bring him closer to you.

“My sweet, sweet Y/N-ah,” He gently picks you up in arms before caressing your cheek. “You look so beautiful like this—” he smiles down at you. Eyes filled with adoration stare down at you. He lazily pulls out his phone – more absorbed in your helpless state rather than attempting to fix it. “-and to think, all of this because you forgot you belonged to me. Ha.” He laughs mechanically before dialing ‘119’.

Taehyung maneuvers you to cradle you into his chest. The only illumination comes from his phone, the time reading '4:00 AM’ makes him smile in content. This was a  time that he would remember. He clears his throat before taking in a shaky breath. “H-hello? Yes, operat-tor?” He chokes out the words as he smiles down at your ignorant state. “M-my friend L/N Y/N isn’t waking up and I’m scared. P-please help her. She means everything to me.” He stumbles over his words meticulously as he awaits for the operator to ask what happened.  

Hyejin quietly observes from the door frame. Her eyes drink in Taehyung’s blissful state with glee and she smiles at the idea of being the cause of it. Nothing in this world meant more to her than seeing her Kim Taehyung happy – even if it meant ending you.  

The next morning Jungkook is awoken with a call from Seoul Medical Center, informing him that you were in need of being discharged from the hospital. Worry laces his every move as he frantically gets dressed in his apartment and hastily catches the bus to come and get you. His heart thuds with every move he makes and he can barely manage to stand still as he travels from his apartment to the hospital.  

His breath hitches in his throat as he stands in front of the hospital. His heart sinks to his stomach as he sprints into the hospital. He pants as he looks at the receptionist. His hands shake as he looks at her. “M-miss? I was called this morning about my–” he pauses, thinking of a convincing title for himself. “–my girlfriend, L/N Y/N. My name is Jeon Jungkook.”

The receptionist nods at him. “One moment, sir.”  She takes in his flustered look – a wrinkled button up white shirt that clings to his skin and denim jeans. She leans forward to notice his untied Timberlands and sighs a bit at the boy. 'How worried for his girlfriend he must be’ she thinks as she types in your name in to the hospital database. “She’s in room two hundred and forty-seven on the second floor, right wing. Take the elevator on your left.” She smiles weakly at him.  

“Thank you!” He bows deeply before taking off to the elevator on his left.  

Within minutes, Jungkook is racing down the hall to room two hundred and forty-seven. He apologizes as he narrowly bumps into a boy his own age with an accompanying girl. He quickly skims over the numbers; two hundred and forty-four, two hundred and forty-five… “Y/N-AH!” He calls out to you as he turns the door knob and bolts into the room.  

The sudden booming voice makes you rub your head in disgust. “Jungkook… do you have to be so loud?” You whine as you cover your face.  

“Yah, pabo! I’m worrying about you and all you can complain about is how loud I am?” Jungkook quips as he closes the door gently before taking the seat beside you. He sits down at the chair beside you and his brows narrow at how warm the chair feels – as if someone sat there prior. “Pabo! I’m talking to you.” He says nervously.  

You take in a breath wearily. “I can hear you, Jungkook. I can hear you, Kook-ah.” You respond as you cover your face. “I just want to leave here already—”

“As your oppa and as someone who takes care of you-” Jungkook says, making you roll your eyes at his careless honorific dropping. “-I think you should stay here. I feel like you’d be safest here.” He takes your hand in his. Nerves leave his hand slightly damp as he squeezes tightly. “I thought that I lost you.”  

You turn your head toward Jungkook with tired eyes. Your breath uncharacteristically hitches at the way Jungkook stares at you. He looks at you as if you’re the only thing on this Earth that matters to him and to see so much love and adoration in one person – especially for someone that you have cherished for so long makes your lungs burn at the idea of it. “You could never lose me, Jungkook.”  

“What happened?” Jungkook asks before he presses his lips against your hand. His orbs never dare to leave your own in fear that it would be his last. The chaste kiss against your hand leaves a tingle in its wake.  

You lick your lips before parting your lips to speak, “Hyejin… she tried to kill me last night.”  

Your words immediately have Jungkook’s brows raising to his hairline. “What?”

“She tried to kill me, Kook. That much I remember.” You look him in the eyes with a shaky breath. “-and she kept mentioning a Taehyung.” You add, brows knitting together at the name. “Does that sound familiar? It sounds familiar to me, but I can’t put my finger on it.”  

Jungkook stands up before pushing you over slightly to lay down beside you. His careless action is only characteristic of him and it makes you smile a bit at the familiarity. He lazily wraps his arm around your shoulder as he draws circles on your arm. It was a habit of his, keeping you close. He could never fathom why, but he felt as though he could think better with you by his side. “Taehyung..?”  

You lay your head on his chest, this position reminding you that of your late high school years – the plenty of times where Jungkook crawled through your window at early dawn to help ooze your fears. It doesn’t fawn on you for too long how surprised you are to feel the warmth of him has still not left him. “Yeah… I don’t know where I’ve heard it before.”  

Jungkook nods in agreement, trying to piece through his memory of anyone named Taehyung. The name sounded familiar enough but he could not piece it to a single face. Then all at once, his face pales as Jungkook looks at you with wide eyes. “Jimin.”  

“Jimin?” You tilt your head to the side in confusion. The boy’s name still sprouted flowers in your heart and you sigh at the idea of him. Everything between you two seemed to depreciate after your graduation. All contact halted entirely after you heard of him mysteriously losing his scholarship. “What about him?”

Jungkook stares you, emotionless. He suddenly swallows hard. “Y/N…. Jimin’s best friend’s name was Taehyung. He was that creepy sunbae, remember?” He pauses, searching your face for any sign of recognition. He notices the first implication of it. “–Jimin talked to me a lot before he graduated about how worried he was about having to go to Seoul University.”  

“Jungkook-ah,” Jimin looks up from his coffee with knitted brows. He looks over his shoulder before leaning forward to the younger boy. His blonde hair kisses his forehead. “I know you’ve looked over Y/N-ah all your life, but I really need you to look out for her now than ever.”  

Jungkook blinks at his hyung with knitted brows, evidently confused. “Why hyung?” He leans closer to Jimin as well. He makes sure to not spill his coffee on his blue and white striped shirt as he does so.  

“Jungkook-ah, it’s complicated.” Jimin mumbles as he bites his lip. “You know Taehyung-ah? He doesn’t really hang out with a lot of people. He’s a bit antisocial?”

Jungkook tilts his head, thinking. “I think I know who you’re talking about.”

“Him…” Jimin replies curtly before taking a sip of his coffee gingerly and placing it back down. “I’ve seen the way he looks at her – he looks at her like she’s the last meal he’ll ever eat and that scares the fuck out of me because I care for her so much.” Jimin runs his fingers through his hair to help ease his nerves as he talks. “H-he’s unhinged, I think.” Jimin stammers.  

Jungkook notices the disdain in Jimin. It could only be serious if Jimin were to be this worried about it. “Taehyung?” He repeats before tilting his head. “But he’s so quiet. He doesn’t even talk to anyone.”

“The quiet ones are the ones you should watch the most.” Jimin tells Jungkook with warning eyes. “But jinjja, Jungkook. I need you to promise me that you’ll take care of her enough for the both of us, okay? I don’t know what I would do if something ever happened to her.” He pauses slowly. “Taehyung looks at her so much when he thinks no one is looking and I’ve seen him even try to approach her at times. Don’t be fooled.”

Jungkook pauses until the realization hits him like a ton of bricks. “Doesn’t it only make sense that Hansung is Taehyung?” He sits up before tilting his head as he runs through his thinking process. “After all, the roses – and the fact that Hyejin is your roommate is too coincidental.”  

“Jungkook, what proof do you have that it could be Hansung?” You ask, still considering that Jungkook’s claim happened to be a valid one. “I do believe you… but if we informed the police or something – what would they have to prove it?”

He nods, your rationality was something he always enjoyed about you. You were never quick to make hasty decisions without theorizing first. “The roses – wasn’t he the only one who could have known? And the first day he met you – he- he -” Jungkook stammers in anticipation as he tries to get the words out. He pauses as he realizes the only fragment that could fit the situation are the words that Jimin had told him two years ago “- like you were the last meal he’ll ever eat.”

As though the stars aligned, the door to your hospital opens with Taehyung standing there with three police officers behind him. A smug smile kisses his lips as he eyes fall on Jungkook’s hardening gaze. He quickly changes his expression in an instant before crossing the bed quickly to you. “Jagiya!” He calls out as he pulls you out of Jungkook’s grip like a mad man. You thrash in his arms as he pulls you as close to him as possible. “D-did he hurt you? Are you okay?” He cradles your head in his hands.  

Jungkook lunges for Taehyung immediately. He pulls Taehyung’s arms way from you and instinctively pulls you into his chest. “Don’t touch her ever again or so help me, that will be your last breath.” Anger radiates from Jungkook as he stares at him with pure hate in his eyes.

“Officers, this is him.” Taehyung says as he points at Jungkook. The glasses on his face make him appear smaller in comparison to Jungkook’s bulkier figure. “He’s been stalking my girlfriend for years – he’s crazy.” He says frantically. “He tried to get his girlfriend, you know her?” He pauses with a shaky breath. “Lee Hyejin? He tried to get her to kill her last night.”  

“What?” You yell as you look at the officers who approach Jungkook and you. “No! No, he’s lying! Jungkook’s my best friend–” you cling to Jungkook’s arm tighter. His grip on you tightens as the officers approach. “He didn’t do this! Jungkook is innocent – it was him!” You point to Taehyung frantically as the officers edge closer to you.

“Ma'am, please move away from the suspect.” The officers say as you compress yourself deeper into Jungkook’s embrace.  

“He’s convinced her that he’s her best friend.” Taehyung says. It appears that his body trembles from fear, but in actuality, it trembles in delight of finally having you to himself for the first time in fifteen years. “-he’s brainwashed her.” He lunges for Jungkook immediately before the officers hold him back to stop from an altercation.  

“Sir, please remain silent if you do not want to incriminate yourself.” The first officer tells Jungkook as the other officer pulls a thrashing you away from him. You let out a shaky breath as you try to grab Jungkook’s arm but fail as you watch him.  

“Ma'am, please refrain from touching the suspect.” The second officer tells you as he holds you back. Your mouth goes dry as you watch the remaining officers press Jungkook’s face roughly against the hospital bed.  

“I am going to read you your rights.” The first officer says as he pulls out the handcuffs to handcuff Jungkook. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?” The officer finishes as he handcuffs Jungkook.  

Jungkook hangs his head low as he stares at Taehyung and then you with wide eyes. "I love you, Y/N-ah.” He says before the officer pulls him up roughly by the back of the shirt. His eyes turn to slits as he stares at Taehyung’s figure.  

The officers evidently take note of Jungkook’s words hastily before clearing their throats. “You are now under arrest Jeon Jungkook for one count of stalking, one count of conspiracy of murder, and two accounts of aggravated battery.”  

You crumple to the floor as you watch the police trot your best friend off to jail and you immediately turn your gaze to Taehyung with disgust lacing your orbs. You shake your head at him immediately, tears rushing to your face. “What is wrong with you?” You yell at him.

“You’re what’s wrong with me, Y/N-ah.” Taehyung says in a monotone voice. He advances towards you before you sputter back onto the chair, clearly distraught with what happened. “Do you know how fucking painful it was to see you with him all of these years? To look you in the eyes for the last few months and you can’t even remember who the hell I am?” His voice cracks as he stares at you – or rather, through you. “You belong to me and no one will ever change that. Not even a boy in a sandbox.”  

The reference makes your grip on the chair slack at his words. That was how you first met Jungkook. Immediately, a thousand memories collide to obscure your vision at once – Taehyung pushing you on the swing; you catching him putting love letters in your locker as a high schooler; the warmth of his hugs when he made you hot cocoa in his father’s kitchen after your first day of kindergarten. It was him.  

Your final memories of him retreat back to your orbs and you immediately look away from him and stand up. You now could remember where Taehyung had gotten Jungkook to replace him – or rather, you know remembered why he did.  

“I never want to see you again.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. A tear escapes your cheek before you stand up; too weak to even move. “… Taehyungie.” You utter the childish nickname you had given him.  

Taehyung, too absorbed in his own blissful state of your remembrance, he does not notice how you run out of your hospital room after the officers and Jungkook. Jungkook was a minor tradeoff, much like Jimin was. Like Jimin, he would be easily disposable in due time. And in that moment, Taehyung knew that this was only the beginning for you and him.

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I apologize for the long wait, guys! Let me know your thoughts about this chapter!  I like hearing your thoughts. Don’t be a silent reader. :)

Bruises- Pt. 2 (A Peter Pevensie Fanfiction)

(A/N) Here is the second chapter! Warning: Although there is no graphic description, there is definitely heavily implied rape and abuse (from an antagonist). 

Also, these gifs belong to @omginutilidades who is an awesome gif maker!

If you’d like to read the first chapter, here it is. 

Tagging @imaginesandoneshotsandothershit upon request. :) Thank for the encouragement!

I hope it’s okay! Here we go!

The day was a quiet enough one.

The head cook, Mrs. Dolie, had taken a liking to me, and she would sometimes steal me away to run errands for her. Getting out and about was a rare specialty for us maids, so I always jumped at the opportunity.

That particular day, she needed some extra flour, yeast, and produce, so she sent me to the market. Normally, such baking necessities were delivered directly to the castle, but when last minute run-outs happened, trips to the market were in due.

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Falling Into The Wrong Crowd-Part Three (Jax Teller x Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) cannot get the image of the mysterious biker out of her head, she is so sure that is is him, they are back. The girls aren’t sure whether to believe her still, though something is telling the Sons that danger is coming. They can’t help but get involved with their friends only causing more trouble.

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Violence, swearing, alcohol, drugs, abuse (it’s Sons Of Anarchy, what do you expect?)

As I stormed out of the TM I couldn’t stop crying. Why wouldn’t they believe me? I wouldn’t make any of this up, why would I? I’m not the sort of person to make a sick joke. It didn’t make any sense. I know that we were supposed to be forgetting what happened but why would they just shove aside what happened to me? Questions ran through my head until a voice called out to me. Looking up, Jax was on his bike pulling up next to me.

“What do you want Jax?” I snapped.

“Look, I won’t ask any questions if you don’t want to talk but let me take you home. You seemed scared back there, I’m sure you don’t want to be alone.” he had pity on his face.

“Maybe it would be better if I was alone.” I lied.

“Just get on.”

He was right, I definitely didn’t want to be alone, especially if my assumption was true. For the second time that day I got behind Jax before he took me home. Once again I felt relaxed as we sped through the streets, closing my eyes and resting my cheek on his back. The ride was over too quickly though, I had to come back and face everything. He insisted that he should come inside, just until I had calmed down or someone came back.

I offered him a drink but he declined. Taking out a bottle of wine, I poured a lot into a glass before it almost overflowed. I could feel his eyes on me but I didn’t care. I needed this right now. Jax and I were sat on the sofa closely in silence until he spoke.

“What was that all about back there?” he asked in a hushed tone, looking into my eyes.

“It’s all in the past according to the girls.” I mumbled, taking a huge gulp of wine.

“You said that you were going to wind up dead, it has to be serious.”

“Oh it is. But it doesn’t matter because they don’t believe me.”

“Well I do.”

“You don’t even understand what’s happening.”

“No but it’s evident that it’s scaring you.”

Again, more tears began to fall. Goddamn emotions.

“It’s just…I don’t see how they can forget it all so quickly or at least pretend that it never happened. Maybe I remember it clearer, I was more involved.”

“Involved in what?” Jax was desperate to know answers but he wasn’t getting angry with me.

“I don’t even know you. I met you two days ago.”

“Sometimes it’s better to talk to a stranger than a friend.” he took the glass out of my hand and placed it on the coffee table in front of us.

I sighed, debating whether to tell him. However if I didn’t talk about it soon I thought I would explode.

“Before we moved here, we had trouble with another MC in our town. The girls were in business with them, selling drugs and whatnot, they got caught twice and went to prison because of it. The first time they kept quiet about providing it for the MC but the second time around they ratted them out to get a shorter sentence. The club had given an annonymus tip that the girls were the only ones involved, meaning that they would be the only ones to go down. This obviously made them really angry.

"However, I was dating one of their members at the time. Keira from Cara Cara used to live there, she had an abusive boyfriend and I tried to save her; however I ended up getting beaten too until the girls and a member of the MC saved me. He later asked me out. It wasn’t too serious, though I thought I was maybe going to become his old lady or something. He was so good to me, he cared for me when the girls got locked up until the second time. They threatened me and I had no where to hide. I was the one they took their anger out on. I thought I was going to die because they beat me almost every day. The girls had no idea about it so obviously continued to rat them out. I endured it for as long as I could.”

I paused for a minute, trying to not break down in front of Jax. He probably thought I was a psycho bitch after that scream fest at the club. He didn’t rush me which I was thankful for. Jax stayed quiet, waiting for me to continue.

“They had me locked up in my own home. People started to wonder where I was, what had happened to me. One night I managed to escape. I couldn’t believe that I was getting out of there. However they soon found out that I had left and came after me on their bikes, shooting at the girl running through the streets. I was hit in the arm but continued to run. The police showed up because of the amount of calls about a shootout happening in the neighborhood. They took me to the hospital and that’s where I was reunited with the girls. I didn’t answer any questions when the police visited and as soon as I was better we fleed the town.”

I grabbed the glass and took another massive gulp of wine. It was almost gone. Jax was speechless. He was trying to say something but he wasn’t sure what. I just started to cry, I couldn’t hold it back. The girls thought the best way to forget it all was to never talk about it. That wasn’t right. It needed to be talked about.

“That’s…I don’t know what to say.” He breahed out.

“We jumped around a lot, trying to throw them off in case they were following, mostly staying in motels. It’s been about two months.”

“What!? I thought you were talking about years ago? Maybe a couple more months at least.”

“Nope. That’s why I’m panicking so much. We didn’t lose them, they found us.”

“Look, maybe it isn’t them-”

I leapt out of my seat and stormed to the kitchen. Placing the glass next to the sink, I just took the bottle instead. Before I could get one sip, Jax snatched it out of my hands. We glared at each other.

“This isn’t the way to deal with this. Tonight you and the girls are going to come to the party and apologise to one another. From there we’ll work out what’s happening around here.” he ordered never blinking.

I shyly nodded.

“Good. Go have a bath or something, calm yourself down. I’ll be out here if you need me.”

I did as he suggested. As I watched the water fill up the bathtub, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if the MC was here. Were they here for us or something else? Slipping into the steaming water I tried to push the thoughts and worries aside. My hand absentmindedly ran over the wound on my upper arm, the scar on my skin reminding me that I was lucky to be alive. I had never been so scared of a noise before in my life. Even when I heard gunshots on TV shows I flinched. It could have been the last thing I heard before I died. No one wants that.

It was silent throughout the house. I wasn’t sure what Jax was doing. Oh god he was probably wanting to get out of here so badly. We were just another problem for the club. They didn’t have to get involved though I had a feeling that they couldn’t escape now. What if both MCs were rivals already, or worse friends!?

After the bath, I started to reapply my makeup which was a mess due to my breakdown. It was still so quiet in the house and I had to call out to Jax to make sure he was still there. After getting ready again, I brushed my hair out and chose an outfit for the party. I’d been to an MC party before, I knew what I should wear. I also knew that there would be many women there with much less clothing than me.

A knock on the bedroom door startled me.“(Y/N), can I come in?”


I continued to put on some jewelry as he walked in. I watched him through my mirror, sitting on the edge of the bed his eyes met mine.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

I sighed.“Not much better if I’m being honest.”

“You know that it’s for the best, making up with the others I mean.”

“Yeah. It’s just going to be hard because they didn’t believe me.”

We made our way to the club house again. I began to feel nervous, what was going to happen with the girls? Were we just going to keep arguing about this or could we actually resolve it? As we arrived something seemed wrong. There was no loud music, no chatter from the crowds and no people for that matter. Jax and I got off his bike, his face showing confusion, as did mine.

“Jax, what’s happening?” I asked him.

“I don’t know, stay close to me.” he took out a gun from the waist line of his trousers before grabbing my hand.

We took cautious steps towards the club house. I had been to this sort of party before, there had to be something going on here. Jax kept me behind his back, looking out for any danger. However we were caught off guard, both of us being knocked off of our feet. We were lying on the floor and before Jax could shoot the attackers the gun was forced out of his hands.

“Miss us baby girl?” a slimy voice free my attention away from the ground and up at the men.

That’s when I let out a blood curdling scream.

Regarding Zayn...

I just read some anons  from @realwonder​ && @twoweeksmaybe​ now thinking back about Zayn’s departure from 1D in 2015. With the way events are currently unfolding for all of OT4 && their solo endeavors && noticing which one obviously had been planning this for a while, it’s not surprising. 

What I did want to share with the two aforementioned blogs && with the anons─ that are coming to a type of realization that doesn’t paint Zayn in a negative light─is the song “Truth” from Zayn’s album. I swear that as I read the anons, all I could hear in my head from Zayn was: and in time you’ll see the truth.

This song makes soooo much sense now. Good for you Zayn. && fuck the haters. Honestly. 

Pack Mom:Part 1

Originally posted by xlexipetrovax

Characters: Y/n, Derek, Jordan, Lydia, Scott, Stiles, Liam, Jackson, Malia, Allison, Kira, Aiden, Ethan, Isaac

Pairing: Derek x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Word count: 1938

Warnings: I don’t think there’s anything to be honest. No swear words that i can find. This is purely fluff right now. Not really angst. Well i wouldn’t really class it as angst. No smut either. 

Summary: An announcement at a pack dinner changes everything for Y/n and Derek. 

A/N:This is the first part of a new series requested by an anon. A purely fluffy Pack Mom series, female reader. Not sure how many parts I’m going to write, but check it out and enjoy. 

Tagged peeps: @sallyp-53


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The loud clattering of pans made Derek walk into the kitchen of the Hale house, being fixed after the fire. 

He looked at his girlfriend, smiling at her clumsiness. 

“You ok there baby?” he asked with a grin on his face, chuckling to himself.

“Shut up, Derek! Stop standing there and come help me”, y/n replied, trying to sound angry, but just sounding adorable to Derek. 

Everything she did was adorable to Derek. 

He loved her. 

Every day he thanked whatever god or deity there was, wondering how he was lucky enough to get her in his life, after all the pain and loss he went through. 

She completed him. She was his mate. His and only his. He was hers and only hers.

He knelt down beside her and helped put the pans back into the cupboard they fell out of. 

“Oh wait. That one right there was the one I was looking for. Gimme it please”, she said, rushing out the words, trying to get dinner ready, her stomach grumbling with hunger and also nerves. 

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#160 - For you-andthebottlemen

Note: Good luck with your teeeeeth, @you-andthebottlemen - you got dis!

“Annnnnnnnnd. And, he’s just so good. Like. He’s soft. Annnn’ the mushroom hair was fluffy. And sometimes he’ll kiss my nose when he thinks I’m sleepin’ and I’ve named some of his freckles but don’t tell him that, ‘kay?” Your speech was slurred and your head rolled around. The gauze in your mouth made your words ill-formed and hardly understandable. The anaesthetic was still working, so you were happy. You could keep talking about Van while you waited for him to come and pick you up from having your wisdom teeth out. “He’s in a band and they’re soooooooooooooooo good. Like. He knows that but I don’t think like, proper. You should see him on stage.” Thinking about Van on stage was a lot. You started to cry.

“Um. Babe?” You stopped crying and looked around for Van, following his voice. “Where do you think you are right now?”


You focused hard on your environment. You were in a car. Wait. How long had you been in the car for? Where did the nurse you were speaking to go? Van started to laugh.

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A Lifetime of Dean

A mini drabble series 

Summary: The reader is Bobby’s daughter, making her a part of the Winchester’s lives from the very beginning. Watch this love story unfold with each age. What this series does is document little moments throughout Dean and the Reader’s lives.

Warnings: Some swearing here and there. Fluff.

Disclaimer: I tried really hard to get the timelines to line up, I really did. Please forgive me if I messed up some facts. If any mistakes really bug you that much, go ahead and consider this an AU then. Also, I’m aware that there is quite a gap in ages with the last few chapters - It made sense in my head to spread it out like that.

This series will be posted once a day at 12 PM (CST) starting on January 27, 2017 until February 3, 2017. If you want to be tagged, let me know!

The links to each part are below the cut. Happy Reading!

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