like imagine if you were adam

ok are we going to talk about how adam’s kingdom probably didn’t accept him as their prince or king right away after the curse?? i mean, sure, he was a much better person after the curse and they were all cursed–the majority just having forgotten he existed–but the second those memories are restored, don’t you think they would remember how shitty he was? he taxed them like crazy because he wanted pretty things for his castle.
i can totally imagine, even after everything, there was a brief adjustment period of adam having to sort of win back the trust of his kingdom and show them that he can be the king that they deserved all along.

Poking Fun

Originally posted by andersjohnson

Originally posted by smart-arse-under-the-mountain

Warnings: Slightly suggestive


“What are those on your back, lad?” You hear Dwalin ask and that makes you swallow, hard. The mountain was reclaimed about a year ago and Thorin had been made King Under the Mountain. In order to keep in touch with all of the members of the Company, Thorin made sure to set aside one weekend every month for the company to gather together like old times.

You were all currently in the armory, sparring each other and it was currently Fili and Dwalin. They had both removed their shirts during the process and it’s when Dwalin had asked his question that you realized you left marks on Fili’s back from your rendezvous the night before.

No one but Thorin, Dis, and Kili knew about the two of you and they never gave you two a break.

“Ay. I believe it’s the mark of a lover. I didn’t realize the heir had a possible consort,” Bofur jumps in, clapping Fili on the back. Thorin and Kili shoot you knowing looks and you stick your tongue out at the both of them.

“I didn’t realize she left a few marks,” Fili says, trying to get a proper look at his back. “Oh she’s a feisty one,” Dwalin chuckles. “Who is she? A lady from the Iron Hills?” Nori asks making you scoff.

“Dams from the iron hills are known to be quite good in bed,” Bofur says, nodding at his own observation. Fili shoots you a glance and you look away.

He was the one who wanted to keep this relationship between the two of you. For what reason? You did not know but you were going to let him do whatever he wanted. That, however doesn’t mean you have to like it.

“I bet she’s a hag,” Kili says, laughing and you covertly flip him off. “Have you not met her?” Ori asks quietly. “Oh I have. Fili dear could not do better,” Kili replies and that makes you smile. You were thankful that Dis, Kili and Thorin had immediately accepted you into the family. You don’t think you could’ve handled it if they didn’t.

“Well come on lad. Aren’t you going to tell us about the lady from the iron hills?” Bofur asks.

“Yeah. Come on Fee. Lets hear about this lady of yours,” you say and he shoots you a glare making you smirk.

“Is she good in bed?” “Is she a screamer?” “Does she-”

Those questions make fili snap.

“Oh for Mahal’s sake she’s right there!” He shouts pointing at you. “Y/n and I have been courting for nearly a year already and your questions are getting on my nerves.”

There is a complete silence before dwalin starts laughing.

“Don’t worry lad. We were just trying to push your buttons. We’ve known for a while now but we were getting tired of you two pussyfooting around the subject,” he explains and that makes you smile. Always the blunt one.

“At least we know that the lassie is quite a scratcher,” Bofur says, giving you a wink and with that, you shove him off the bench. No matter how much fun they poked at you, you will always love this company.

Matty Healy Fic // You Look So Cool //

“Remember to make it quick,” Ross lectured you, his seat making a soft noise as he twisted around so he could see you better. “There’s only one truck out front, so you most likely won’t have to worry about any customers interrupting you. Just get the money and get out.“

You nod, trying to listen to every detail he gave you despite the pounding going on inside your head. You hoped he didn’t notice how bad your hands were shaking as you traced your fingertips along the seam of your bright red pants.

“I will,” you promised, “Can we go?“

“Yeah,” Matty answered.  

Adam gave you both a quick nod before pulling open the door to the van, and Matty fit the black bandana he’d found over his mouth to complete his look.

“You look so cool,” you said to him, quiet enough so only he heard.  Matty had been exceptionally cold to you ever since you volunteered yourself for this heist, but you were hoping that would be enough to chip away at the wall he’d been building up.  

Just when you were about to begin crossing the parking lot leading to the small shop, he gripped onto your hand tightly, causing you to turn and face him before tugging you in for a kiss, his lips felt so soft and warm even through the fabric.

"I love you,” he whispered against your mouth.

“I love you,“ you said back.

Based off from the Robbers Music Video

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Have you ever had that feeling that there was someone inside your head, listening to your thoughts? I read this article on twinning, about how two people can communicate across countries through the mind. Now, just imagine if that were true. Your darkest secrets floating out there like radio waves, just waiting to be picked up on.

Roommate!Wonwoo AU

Originally posted by kwontv

Request: Roomate!Wonwoo AU please

This has been in the inbox since forever and it’s finally dONE WOO :D but anyways I wrote like 6 pages on a google docs for this so I apologize for the length! I hope you enjoy it & don’t come at me for taking so long :^) -Admin Madi

  • Ok so this is how everything went down;
  • Yours and Wonwoo’s parents were super good friends
  • and since you were both heading off to college/university, they thought “Hey, why not make them room together to save money??”
  • They were adamant that this was the best plan for the both of you
  • Little did they know that you and wonwoo have talked like maybe 3 times at the most??
  • So moving day was pretty awkward
  • But not as awkward as your first day living together dear lord
  • You two were so careful around one another you didn’t know how to act
  • Barely any words were spoken between you two
  • You weren’t used to living with someone of the opposite sex who was the same age as you at all
  • your whole mindset was “dont look at him, dont talk to him, you’ll be fine”
  • Bc you’ve seen those dramas where the girl falls for the guy and there is no way in hell that you are letting that happen on your watch
  • So every time you come out of your room to get a drink or use the bathroom, you keep your head down and avoid ALL eye contact
  • Wonwoo is 100% convinced that you hate him and are uncomfortable with the living arrangement
  • So he blocks your path and stands right in front of you one day when you’re trying to run back into your room
  • He asks if you’re okay with rooming with him bc he’s getting concerned
  • You’re like shit okay he’s noticed what I’m doing
  • So you just shake your head and smile at him for the first time ever and lie
  • “It’s great! Do you not like it?”
  • Wonwoo rolls his eyes playfully and pokes your shoulder
  • “You’re bad at lying.”
  • Ok so your act was painfully obvious so you just let your shoulders slump
  • Wonwoo really doesn’t want to live on his own so he offers for you two to get to know each other
  • You nod bc hell, that’s a pretty solid idea since you’ll be seeing a lot of him from now on so it won’t hurt to know what he’s like
  • So you two grab some chips and soda and plop your little butts down on your couch
  • You discuss your favorite shows, books, movies, songs and the basics
  • By the end of it you’re both like “damn, they’re not so bad”
  • AKA you two click ridiculously well
  • When you initially met wonwoo you thought he was a quiet, introverted guy that was lowkey hot
  • But now you’ve seen the really dorky and funny side to him where he’s making horrible puns every other minute and showing off that adorable nose scrunch of his
  • And you find yourself thinking “this guy is great best friend material”
  • And wonwoo was all for this new friendship
  • So for the first little while, you guys plan your lives around one another
  • You would dedicate afternoons to going out to try new foods, catch the latest releases of movies and make aimless trips to the grocery store to find what the other person likes
  • You would bring home lame things like dinosaur magnets for the fridge bc you knew they would make him laugh
  • And wonwoo would lend you his books where he would have lines highlighted and his thoughts written next to them bc he knew you would find them funny

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Quickly Adam raised to his feet, stumbling slightly, his breath heavy. “W-where am I?” his asked, eyes squinting to adjust to the light as he looked around. “Earth” you smirked, nodding lightly. “That’s not possible” he breathed shaking his head denying your words. “Does this look like Lucifer’s cage?” you asked, gesturing around to the open field you were stood in. “No, but it could always be a dream or worse I’ve gone even more insane and am hallucinating” he said managing to still hold some humour after all his time in the cage.


**The request said that the reader would have changed her looks but it didn’t say specifically what type of look and I know that everyone has their own style so I didn’t want to be specific in that change so it wouldn’t throw anyone off should that be your usually look, if that makes sense. Also I’m aware nobody likes a homie hopper 😂Anyways, hope you guys liked it ***

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Opie’s eyes were saucers as he stared at you from the bed. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his fingers clenching in the sheets as your eyes bore holes into him. Ima was standing by the doorway of the bathroom in her matching pink bra and panties, her smirk etched deep into her face. She’d been after Opie for years Chibs had told you, chasing him even more diligently in the last 7 months you and Opie were together. Her expression held nothing but pride and triumph as she looked at you, her nose high in the air.

The smirk dropped quickly though as she saw you stalk towards her, your jaw set tight. She hurried to turn around and try to close the bathroom door to lock herself in but you were already there. Your hand gripped the back of her neck and you shoved her head forward, slapping her face into the frame of the door. She gasped and threw her hands to her face immediately trying to wipe at the blood coming from the gash in her eyebrow. She faced you hesitantly, hands coming forward to shield her face but you had lost interest in her already and walked away.

“Enjoy him, he’s yours now.”

Opie stood from the bed at your words, keeping the sheet pressed against him ready to plead his case but you didn’t bother to stop and hear what he had to say. You stooped down and picked up your purse that had dropped to the ground in your shock, slinging it over your shoulder and speaking your parting words as you headed out of his dorm for good.

“Have the guys come pick up your shit. I’ll throw out anything that’s left.”

No one said anything to you as you walked out into the main area of the clubhouse, guilt trickling down to some of them for not telling you what was going on. That was all in the past now and you slid your sun glasses in before stepping out of the clubhouse into the warm California sun.


It had been almost a year since you’d split from Opie and consequently, the club. Him and the club had been pretty much the only friends or family that you had. You weren’t mad at the club for not telling you about Opie’s infidelity, you were he was their brother and their loyalty to him would always come before anything else, even you. Regardless, you’d found that Opie and the MC were really the only things keeping you in Charming and as a result, you’d decided to leave. The night you went home after catching Opie cheating on you, you began to pack. You’d always been somewhat of a drifter and you didn’t have much to take with you. You had packed up what you could in your car and take left the next morning, not specific destination in mind. You’d ended up going all the way south and ended up in LA.

It was a stark contrast to Charming and that was what you had liked. Your quiet nights in a small town had been traded in for a busy life in the city and you loved it. You began to spend your nights out on the town, hanging out and meeting people, and had found yourself transforming into a new person. You were much more relaxed and laid back, going with the flow and not putting so much stress on yourself and you had found life to be much more enjoyable now. Even with the friends that you had made though, you still missed the club and the family that you had back in Charming and after a month of deliberation, you’d chosen to go back.

You weren’t sure how you would be received, you were sure that Gemma would have some words for you but you found yourself unbothered by the thought. The old you would’ve been intimidated by just the thought of disappointing her but you knew that leaving was what was best for you and you weren’t ever going to let anyone guilt you over that, not even the Queen herself.

Now here you were, pulling into the clubhouse just like old times. The bikes were parked out front and you recognized Jax’s right away. A light smile came to your face as you recalled memories with your best friend and you closed the door to your car, walking confidently up the clubhouse you used to call home. There were a couple of prospects standing outside by the picnic table, their faces unfamiliar. They must’ve started prospecting after you had left. They both stood as you approached, smiles on their faces but they were both obviously still alert.

“Hi sweetheart, what can we do for you?”

You returned the smile and clasped your hands in front of you, showing you meant no harm.

“I was just wondering if Jax was there. I saw his bike out front, I just wanted to see him. I just moved back in town.”

He nodded and stuck his hand out.

“I’m Miles, and you are…”

“Oh, I’m Y/N.”

“I’ll let Jax know you’re here.”

You waited outside patiently, making small talk with the other prospect who you’d learned was named Filthy Phil until Jax walked out of the clubhouse hi eyes wide and a smile on his lips.


You smiled as well, your grin wide and teeth showing as you playfully flipped your hair. Jax chuckled and looked you up and down, taking in the sight of you. Your face had stayed the exactly same but your look had changed, a lot. It was nearly the exact opposite and yet you looked more comfortable than he’d ever seen you. It seemed that you had found yourself in you time away and while he wished that it had been under different circumstances, he was happy for you. You embraced each other quickly, arms wrapped around the other tightly as the prospects watched silently. They didn’t know who you were but it was obvious that Jax cared for you and it was nice to see the reunion. Jax pulled away and leaned forward, pressing a kiss into your hair.

“I missed you kid.“

You smiled instinctively, a warm feeling coming over you at being back with people that loved you.

“I missed you too.”

With that, Jax threw his arm over your shoulder and started to walk with you inside the clubhouse.

“Come on, I know some people that would like to see you.”

You laughed and wiped a tear away from your eye as you listened to Tig’s random story about the time Gemma had stuck dolls in her closet to stop Tig from going through her things. Everyone one else was perched on the couches drinking and laughing and listening to Tig but Jax’s eyes were trained on you. He’d always found you to be a beautiful girl but the time away had done you good and you were even more breathtaking than he remembered. He’d always had a thing for you, ever since the first day that he got to know you but it was obvious that you and Opie had chemistry and he’d fallen back, letting his best friend have you. His attraction and feelings for you had never gone away though and he was the one that had been there for you when you had started feeling that Opie was being distant. Things had been getting worse over the last couple of weeks and you had confided in Jax your worries that Opie didn’t love you anymore. Jax had tried to comfort you and assure you that that wasn’t the case but the truth was that he already knew that Opie had been sneaking off with Ima and they had gotten into their fair share of arguments over it, Jax angry at Opie for betraying you. When everything had finally blown up, the two had gone a week or two without speaking to each other and even though they’d been able to move passed it, Jax still hadn’t forgiven him for what he did to you.

You’d been back in town for about a week now and Opie had taken all opportunities to avoid you. He felt terrible for what he’d done to you and he could see how some of the prospects looked at him, as if they couldn’t understand why he’d let you get away. If he was being honest, he didn’t know how he let it happen either, but what was done was done and there was no changing it so he avoided you at all costs.

Jax had thus used the opportunity to slide in and be by your side practically 24/7, something you were definitely not opposed to. You turned to face him and smiled as you noticed he was already watching you. A pink blush rose on his cheeks as you caught him and he cleared his throat, getting up and heading over to the kitchen to get a new beer. Everyone was so enticed by Tig’s story, they barely noticed you stand a moment later and follow the blonde.
Jax turned to look behind him as he heard the squeak of the door as it opened. He faced forward again when he saw it was you, swallowing dryly as he heard you close the door behind you. He could hear the swoosh of the blinds being lowered and he popped the cap off the top off his beer, taking a couple gulps in quick succession. He tensed slightly as he felt your arms wrap around his waist from behind, your hands coming to rest low on his abs.

“Hey darlin’.”


Neither of you spoke after that, Jax standing like a statue as you pressed your face against his shoulder blade, your lips pressing a kiss to his back.

“I saw you watching me.”

He nodded but didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. He had feelings for you, had since the beginning, but there was still a part of him that felt like it was wrong. You were with his best friend and it didn’t feel right, but his heart was starting to win over his head. The feeling of your hands wasn’t helping either.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea sweetheart.”

“Why not? It’s not like I was his Old Lady or anything. I doubt he even loved me. Besides, he’s with that girl Donna now.”

He wanted to reassure you, to convince you that Opie had loved you but he wasn’t sure if that was the truth and something told him that wasn’t what you wanted to hear. He spun around in your arms, looking down at you.


You smirked at his warning tone and pulled your arms from around his middle, placing your hands back on his stomach.

“Don’t you want me?”

Jax groaned as you looked up at him innocently but he could see the mischief glowing in your eyes.

“You know I do.”

You smirk came through again and you reached up on your toes, gently pressing your lips against his. Jax’s hand lifted and gripped the back of your head, his fingers knotting in your hair. Both of your eyes slipped closed as your lips moved against each other’s, the kiss growing more and more intense until his tongue was pushing its way passed your lips, your hands slipping under his white tee. He groaned low as he felt your nails softly scratch down over his tummy, the muscles rippling under your touch. His other hand came up to join the first on your head as your hands slipped lower, brushing over the growing bulge in his jeans. His hips bucked against you as you gave him a squeeze and you giggled against his mouth.

“Fuck babe.”

You smiled as he pulled his mouth from yours and leaned his head back, your lips immediately attaching to his neck. You kept on hand rubbing and groping him through his pants while the other came up to slip back under his shirt, running up along his chest.

You both harshly pulled away from each other as you heard the door swing open, Opie stopping mid step as saw both of you. He stayed staring with wide eyes for a couple of seconds before raising his hands and slowly backing out of the kitchen with a chuckle.

“My bad.”

He closed the door behind him and both of you looked at each other, blowing out the breath you hadn’t known you were holding.

“He seemed to take that better than I thought he would.”

You nodded and smiled at Jax, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Now where were we?”


Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Originally posted by legolas-imagines

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

A/N: This is part 1 of a request made by @floofy-halfling. I don’t know if this is what you wanted so like just tell me if I’m on the right track :)

Italics: Elvish

Word Count: 1,806

Part 2 - Part 3

Master List

You swing your sword into the spider before it has a chance to attack Thorin. He looks up at you and nods in thanks and you nod back. 

You had joined their journey when they came to stop at Beorn’s place. You were there because he had found you almost ten years ago, badly injured from an encounter with an orc. Since then, you had been living with him and once you met the company, you left with them. Thorin didn’t want you at first since you were an elf, but Mithrandir had convinced him to let you join and here you were, saving his ass.

You pause as your hear footsteps running in the trees and turn towards the noise. Thorin has noticed it too. You see a blonde elf running through the trees and sliding down the web of the spider. He kills that one and slides under another one, killing it as well.

You watch as he moves to stand and you pull your bow, stepping in front of Thorin. You two come face to face, arrows pointed into each other’s faces. He narrows his eyes at you and you do the same.

Don’t think I won’t kill you elf,” he snarls and tightens the string. “I could say the same for you,” you say, mimicking his movements. You feel an arm on your elbow and you look at Thorin. He nods his head and you place the bow and arrows back to where they belong.

“Legolas!” you hear a female voice say and you wince a bit as you realize you had just pointed your arrow at the prince of Mirkwood. You listen to the conversation he has with the female and you look at Thorin.

“ Do you know him? You went frigid,” he asks. “He’s the prince,” you mutter back as the prince comes over to you both. “Search them,” he orders and you are all stripped of your weapons. The guards put shackles on you and you are lead to the palace.

While you and the rest of the company are lead to the cells, Thorin is lead to the the King. You sigh at as you are pushed into the cell. You laugh as you notice a guard stop Fili to take away one of his hidden daggers.

You sigh once again as the guards leave you alone. You sit by the door and look up. You notice the prince standing on the platform above you. You make eye contact with ice blue eyes and he comes to move in front of your cell.

Why are you with the dwarves?” he asks, coming to stand in front of your cell. “I did not think it was any of your business,” you reply not looking at him.

You are in my kingdom,” he retorts.

Really? I thought it was your father’s kingdom?” you ask sarcastically.

So you know who I am?” he asks.

Blonde hair, blue eyes. You must be a Sindarin elf and last I remember, the only sindarin elves to live in Mirkwood were the King and his son. Given the fact that you were out on guard duty, you are the prince,” you explain trying to sound smart.

He looks so surprised that you knew so much about him.

Plus, I heard the female call you Legolas,” you say, shrugging and that causes him to smile. You smile back. “Where are you from?” he asks, taking a seat on the steps next to your door. “The Valley of Imladris,” you tell him.

You weren’t lying. You were just not telling the whole truth. You were from Imladris, but you’ve been gone for ten years. You had an argument with your father, Lord Elrond, and you had not returned since then. You did not know if he was looking for you and you did not care. You loved your life with Beorn and you had not regretted your decision to leave.

“Why travel with the dwarves? What will you get in return?” he asks and you decide to answer him this time. “You know? I have no idea. It’s just something that I wanted to do. A rash decision, yes, but a good one all the same,” you reply, looking at the wall in front of you. “How long have you been traveling with them for you to gain such an attachment?” he asks.

Literally a day or so. I couldn’t really tell how much time has passed in the forest,” you shrug. For some unknown reason, that makes him laugh. “I’ve never heard an elf laugh or smile so much,” you tell him truthfully.

I laugh because you are funny. You join a bunch of dwarves and you will die for them even though you’ve only known them for a day,” he says.

And a half,” you retort, making him smile.

The two of you continue talking until another guard shows up, dragging Thorin with him.

The king wants to see the elf,” the guard states as Legolas stands. He nods and you switch places with Thorin. Legolas and the other elf leads you to the throne room after chaining you again. Once you get there, the elvenking’s eyes widen in surprise.

Remove the chain,” he orders and the other guard does as he’s told. Legolas stares at his father, confused. “Lady y/n. Your father has been searching for you for ten years and he thought you to be dead,” Thranduil states, making his way down from the throne and Legolas’ head snaps towards you.

You’re Lord Elrond’s daughter?” he asks. “Surprise?” you ask back. He sighs. “Ada. If I knew she was Lord Elrond’s daughter, I would not have put her in the cells,” Legolas says, watching as his father circles you.

Where have you been, milady? There had been many an elf searching for you,” Thranduil asks, ignoring his son.

He was curious. Lord Elrond had been in panic for the first three years of you going missing. He had even left Imladris to search for you, but had been unsuccessful. When the fourth year hit, he did not search, but started mourning. As a close friend of Elrond’s, it hurt to see him in such distress. He had been in that same state when he lost his wife and now his friend had to go through it yet again. The pain must’ve been unimaginable.

I’ve been staying with the shapeshifter, your majesty,” you say, looking dead ahead. You did not like making eye contact when you were being interrogated. Granted, it did not happen often.

And why have you been staying with the shapeshifter instead of returning home? Your father thinks you are dead,” he says, stopping in front of you.

That is new information. You did not intend for that to happen. You knew you should’ve sent a letter, but you could not in your state. Not after he said that he wished you were not his daughter.

“I felt like I was no longer welcomed, milord,” you reply. He narrows his eyes at you.

“Legolas. You will escort the princess back to Imladris back where she belongs-,”

What? Milord! I do not want to leave. I promised Oakenshield that I’d help him. I cannot-“ you start, panicked.

Have you heard of the story of the king under the mountain? Of the sickness that lies under that mountain?” Thranduil interrupts and you nod your head.

Then you know that Thorin Oakenshield will fall under the same sickness just like his grandfather,” Thranduil says.

I do not believe that, milord,” you say. “Whatever you believe is wrong. Legolas, take her back to Imladris,” he says, making his way back to the throne. “No,” Legolas says and you turn to him in shock.

Did he really just disobey his father? His king?

Thranduil turns to his son slowly, frown gracing his face.

What did you just say?” Thranduil asks.

I said ‘no’ father. It is obvious that she does not return to Imladris. She has been happy and safe with the skinchanger. Are we going to take that away from her?” Legolas asks.

Guards. Return her to her cell. My son and I have to discuss a few things,” Thranduil says, glare not wavering from his son. You notice Legolas has the same glare on his face and you can’t help but think that they look even more like father and son.

The guards take you back to your shared cell with Thorin. “What did he want?” Thorin asks as you sit at the door. “He was just curious as to why the daughter of Lord Elrond had been missing for ten years and was found traveling with a group of dwarves,” you reply nonchalantly, still thinking about Legolas and his decision to go against his father’s wishes.

“You’re that y/n?” he asks, surprised seeping through his voice.

Lord Elrond and Gandalf had spoken of you multiple times during their stay at Imladris. It was always with sadness. Fili had asked one of the elves what had happened to you and they had said that you had gotten into an argument with your father and left, never to be seen again. They had thought you to be dead and Imladris had not been the same since.

“Ah. So you’ve heard of me,” you say as you close your eyes. “We had stopped in Rivendell a few months ago and your father and Gandalf had mentioned you multiple times. Everyone believed you to be dead,” he says.

“So I’ve heard. Thranduil had ordered Legolas to take me back to Imladris, but he had refused,” you explain.

“Did he really deny his father and king?” Thorin asks, scoffing. “It seems that the children of rulers are rule breakers. Perhaps when you eventually have children, they will break many rules when they’re under the mountain,” you suggest and that causes Thorin to chuckle.

“I don’t see why not. Fili and Kili already do that,” he states loudly.

“We heard that, Uncle and we do not break rules. We just skirt around them,” Fili defends from his spot in his cell.

“It’s the same thing,” Thorin argues back and you smile. You liked the fact that he could still joke a bit in this situation.

“I reckon the sun is on the rise,” Bofur’s voice sounds throughout the cells. “We’re never gonna reach the mountain, are we?” you hear the youngest ask and your heart clenches a bit.

These dwarves have been through so much, they cannot just be stopped right here.

“Not stuck in here you’re not,” you hear another voice say and it’s the hobbit and he’s holding keys. He lets the both of you out first and suddenly, your hope returns along with the fear that you may never see the blonde prince again.

Supernatural Preference- When you’re having trouble with homework

Gadreel would kind of be a bit of a smart ass about how you were acting but would eventually come back around and help you.
“This homework is being dumb, like you!” You told him, getting angrier by the minute.
“Oh, I’m dumb am I? Ok then.” Gadreel told you as he walked away to give you a bit of time before he came back and helped you.

Lucifer would be super proud and encouraging; he didn’t want to give you all the answers but he helped you slowly.
“The answers 48! I know how to do it!” You told Lucifer as you turned around.
Facing him you could see a proud smile on his face.
“Good job, y/n!” He tells you as you get back to work.

Adam would get just as annoyed as you and it would involve a bit of fighting but you’d get there eventually.
“Alright lets never to that again. Next time you need help, ask Sam.” He told you as he walked out of the room.

Kevin would obviously understand what was happening, being the genius he is, and would be super patient with you and gracious.
“Kevin, how are you so smart and I’m not?” You asked kinda bummed.
“Y/N you are smart. Everyone has there strength and weaknesses and thats totally normal.”

Nervous || Lucas Friar

Originally posted by shirokirito-sao

Pairing: Lucas Friar x Reader

Request: lucas friar imagine where you’re the new girl and he asks you out. and he’s really nervous, make it fluffy/cute.

Requested By: Anonymous

Author’s Note: Sorry it’s only short, also there will be no Rucus-Lucaya drama, it’s purely Lucas/Reader.

You had just walked out of your Geography classroom when two girls approached you, with looks of determination in their eyes. You were new at John Quincy Adams, you had met quite a lot of people, but you had never met these girls. One was a tall brunette, what she was wearing was like most of the girls you had seen;bright, coloured. The other was a shorter blonde girl, you remembered her from your art class, she is really good. Her outfit was different from her friend’s, hers was slightly darker.

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Angel Grace

REQUESTED BY @silverwingedfox : Can I get one where the reader after being exposed to the angel’s grace so much (I’d like Michael but feel free to use whoever) grows wings, and said angel tends to them? wing fluff?

You have been stuck in the room with Adam when Michael arrived. You were freaking out, thinking that you were about to die, probably Adam with you. You yelled out for Sam and Dean to save you, but of course, they could not get inside.

To yours, and your bothers surprise, you survived. You found them after, you were weak and you did not know how you got to them. You know something happened, you feel it, but do not know what.

“I wish Cas could check you out” Dean said, a hand on your forehead “something is wrong with you”.

You nod, fully agreeing because of how shitty you feel. You never really got sick, even at eighteen, you never get sick and never did.

“I don’t know why she is even alive” Castiel said walking towards you and Dean.

You replace your blanket on your shoulders and lean onto the seat. Dean is bent down in front of you, his hands still looking for your temperature.

“I guess it won’t last long until I-“

“No” Dean cut you off, his eyes looking deep in yours “you are not going to die. Not today. I am not going to let this happen”.

You know this, it is not the first time he tells you that, Sam too. Though, Sam is gone now too, he said yes to Lucifer and he could not trap him.

“Dean… I…”

You suddenly feel your head turning, the heat of your body growing hotter and your eyes going harder to stay open. Your feel your heart wanting to get out of your chest, but your breathing going harder to take in.


You open your mouth to talk, but nothing comes out.

Then, everything turns black.

When you wake up, you feel good. You feel warm, but not the fever warm, a good warm bed. You smile, feeling rested and in peace, something that you have not felt in a long time.


You open your eyes and see Dean, smiling in relieved that you are waking up and looked fine.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“I am totally fine” you answered.

You sit up and stretch your arms. You notice that you are in your room in Bobby’s house.

“How much time did I sleep? I finally feel like I had a good night of sleep”.

“You were out for a month, (Y/N)”.

Your eyes widened, it could not be it for real. You feel like it has only been a night of sleep.

“I… I…”

“I tried to get help from angels” Dean told you “but, I never got an answer, not even Cas. (Y/N), you scared the shit out of me”.

“Where’s Sam?” You asked.

This question brings back a lot of memories back. Sam and Adam, of course, and Michael.

Four months later, you are a mess, because you do not understand what is happening to you. You stopped eating and you don’t sleep anymore. You even can’t get hurt, you tried to cut your hand, burn, hit, everything. You don’t get hurt.

You ran away from Dean, leaving him to stay with Lisa and Ben because he looks happy, and you have your own shit to take care of.


You stop walking and turn to face Castiel. You roll your eyes and continue to walk, completely ignoring him.


“What!” You snapped turning around, breathing heavily.

“I think you need some answers, and I have them”.

“What are you talking about?”

“You are an angel now”.

You stare at him, eyes wide, your mouth open to say something, but what could you say? You thought that Michaels grace did something, but not this.

“I… what?”

“You are an angel, you don’t sleep, eat or get hurt, am I right?” He asks “I know I am. I can help you and I will. The doors of heaven are open for you”.

“Crap” you sighed.

It has been a few months and you embrace the fact that you are now an angel, you accept it. You decided to do something you refused to think of: visiting Dean. You know he is with Lisa and Ben, he had promised Sam. You had promised to live a normal life too, but now as an angel… it is quite difficult. Castiel left you, you called for him, he never came.

You walk up the stairs of the house and knock. Even if you are an angel, you are different from the others, you were human before, you have emotions.

The door opens and it is your older brother Dean staring at you in shock. After a few seconds, he takes you into his arms, holding you tightly.

You missed him, you missed this comforting embrace.

“Oh, my god” Dean pushes you away, examining you “are you okay? Come in”.

You enter the house and notice Lisa and Ben at the table, eating supper.

“Oh, uh, hi” you greeted “Dean you can finish eating… sorry I, uh-“

“No, no, no” Dean shakes his head “Lisa, Ben, keep eating, I’ll eat later”.

Dean grabs your arm and drags you to the living room and sits you on the couch.

“Where were you?” Dean asked, slightly angry, but mostly concerned.

“I was… Dean, it’s really hard to explain and I don’t know how to tell you this”.

“Just tell me, you know you can tell me anything”.

“I don’t eat… I don’t sleep and I don’t get hurt… I… I’m an angel”.

You look up at him, and you are sure he copied the same reaction you had when CAstiel told you.

“An angel? How did that happen?”

“When I was trap with Adam, Michaels grace kind of… fusion? Cas explained it to me, but I don’t remember every word. But I am an angel of the lord”.

“Wow” Dean sighs “so that means you won’t grow old?”

“No” you shake your head “I don’t know how I am going to live with that for ever… without you… this is wwhy I decided to come here, I want to be with you”.

“You are welcome here, Lisa and Ben don’t mind, we already talked about this, you are welcome here”.

“Thanks Dean” you smile “I… I was thinking to go to heaven. Get to see Mom, maybe… it might be an idea. Dad too”.

“Go for it, you have the chance to do it” Dean said “if you do, tell them I say hi”.

“Yeah” you nodded with a laugh.

A/N: You guys want part 2??? Like Reader meets John and Mary?

Stiles Stilinski Imagine - Hostage

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As soon as you found out about the supernatural side of Beacon Hills and how your new group of friends - or the ‘pack’ as they called themselves – were involved, you wanted to help. You were only human and most of them told you it wasn’t a good idea at all but you were adamant and they finally gave in. Stiles, on the other hand, seemed like he was never going to give in. You’d only be together for a couple months but he was already very protective of you. You appreciated how much he cared about you but you hated how useless you would feel every time you had to sit at home or at his house and wait until they came back. The irrational voice at the back of your head was always there reminding you that they might not make it back. It almost drove you crazy.

Finally, Scott managed to convince his best friend that you weren’t going to get hurt and it would actually be a lot of help if you were there. Stiles still wasn’t completely happy but he remembered how he found you crying the last time he’d come back and decided that you could come just to have a bit more peace of mind.

It didn’t go exactly as planned. Scott had caught the scent of an alpha he didn’t recognise and had taken Stiles with him to go investigate as he was the only one that knew the twisting hallways of the building. They’d left you with Isaac to keep watch outside. You’d kept up small talk until he stopped replying, it was quite dark and you thought you could make out his silhouette so you managed to keep calm. It was then that you were hit at the back of the head and crashed instantly to the floor.


When you woke up again, you had a blinding pain in your head and had absolutely no idea where you were. Taking in the situation, you groaned at the realisation. Someone or something had taken you hostage. You almost laughed as you thought about it, almost, but they’d obviously gone for you; the vulnerable one who couldn’t really defend themselves. You tried to stay calm given your situation and waited. You weren’t sure if you were waiting for your friends to come and save you or for your captors to return. But you didn’t have to wait long as you heard footsteps behind you treading slowly towards you until they stopped right behind you.

You pulled against your restraints, trying to turn around and see who or what had taken you but they grabbed your aching head and held it so you were forced to keep facing forward. With no special supernatural powers, you had to think quickly if you were going to get out of here without some serious damage. So you began talking, and talking, and talking. Not specifically about how they’d taken you from a pack with a true alpha but menial things. You ranted about how much you didn’t like maths and how hard it is to get the perfect flick on your eyeliner. When you’d finished with that you moved on to describing your home in ridiculous detail. The sound of your own voice was starting to annoy you so you were almost thankful when whoever was in the room with you hit you over the head again to shut you up.


Waking up, this time, was much more pleasant. You were laying in the back of Stiles’ jeep with your head in Scott’s lap.

“Y/n?” Your name slipped past Scott’s lips as you shifted while waking.

“Y/n, babe,” Stiles turned around quickly to see if you were actually waking up, “Oh my god y/n, you’re okay now baby, don’t worry.” You only hummed in response and closed your heavy eyelids again; sleeping was defiantly a whole lot better than the throbbing pain in your head.

Stiles carried you into his house and laid you down on his bed, waiting for you to open your eyes again, Scott followed and sat at Stiles desk. After a couple of hours he decided to wake you up, there was a lot of the story that needed to be filled in.

“Y/n? You need to wake up now y/n.” He stroked your hair but you hissed and jumped away.

“Y/n, what hurts, what did I do?”

“My head, they hit me to knock me out a couple times.” While you were explaining Scott had made his way over and taken your hand in his to take away your pain. It really cleared your head, ha ha, but you could process everything a whole lot easily without the sharp pain.

“Can you tell us what you remember, y/n?” Scott asked as he moved away.

“I was talking to Isaac until he stopped replying and I assumed he was still there because I could see a silhouette but I was too dark to really tell. Then I was knocked out.”

“You should have seen Stiles, we had to pull him off Isaac the next day and he’s punched him at least once every day since ” Scott explained.

“Wait, how long have I been gone?”

“5 days, you didn’t know?”

“No, I guess I was out for most of it. Maybe they injected me with a sedative,” At that you watched tears form in Stiles’s eyes, “Oh I’m so sorry I put you through that Stiles.”

You got up and wrapped yourself around him where he was standing next to his bed.

“I better get going, but we’ll take you to the hospital tomorrow to get checked y/n.” You turned and nodded so Scott knew you had heard him.

“I really am sorry Stiles.” He didn’t reply but just buried his face further into your neck.

Slowly he straightened up again and moved to sit on his bed, keeping a hold of your hand. You sat next to him and let him wrap his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

“You know, when I was sitting there, I remembered how annoying you get when you just won’t shut up,” You looked up to see him smirking and rolling his eyes, “So I did the same and whatever was in there with me got so fed up that he knocked me out again.” This time, you actually got some sort of laugh out of him.

“That’s my girl.” Neither of you said a thing for a while, until:

“You do know you’re never coming with us again.”

“Oh yeah, that wasn’t hard to figure out.”

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His Dark Materials
by Philip Pullman [4/?]: Lord Asriel

“But think of Adam and Eve like an imaginary number, like the square root of minus one: you can never see any concrete proof that it exists, but if you include it in your equations, you can calculate all manner of things that couldn’t be imagined without it. Anyway, it’s what the Church has taught for thousands of years. And when Rusakov discovered Dust, at last there was a physical proof that something happened when innocence changed into experience. Incidentally, the Bible gave us the name Dust as well. At first they were called Rusakov Particles, but soon someone pointed out a curious verse toward the end of the Third Chapter of Genesis, where God’s cursing Adam for eating the fruit.”

Supernatural Preference- Seeing you in a bikini for the first time

Sam and Dean had promised you a day at the beach and you couldn’t be more excited.
“Y/N, hurry up we wanna go now”, Dean called down the hall.
“Alright, I just gotta get flip flops, calm down”, you called back.
As you walked in Sam had no problem hiding the fact that he thought you looked amazing.
“See something you like Sammy?” you asked and the look on Sam’s face didn’t change.
Dean turned around to see what you were talking about.
“Oh come on man you guys can bang later but right now I want to goooo” 
“DEAN!” Sam yelled, but you didn’t mind the comment and just walked through the boys giving Sam a wink and biting you lip.

Dean was supposed to be having fun on holidays with you and Sam in a cabin but it seem like he was a world away into looking for a new case, that was until you walked in. His head whipped around quicker than lightning and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.
“Come on Dean you have to go swimming with us, it’s night and that the perfect time to swiimmm” you sang.
Dean hadn’t said a word but you knew he needed a break, and it was obvious how he was staring at you, so you decided to encourage him.
You saunter over to him and kiss him on the cheek.
“Please… for me” you asked putting on your best puppy eyes.
Dean didn’t have to be told twice and ran to put on this bathers.

Gabriel was one of the angel you’d never met and the first time you did meet was pretty memorable.
You walked out of your room ready to go for a swim when you saw him standing there.
“Whose this?” you ask as if it was wasn’t a big deal you were wearing close to nothing.
Dean was about to answer but Gabe beat him to it.
“They call me Gabriel” he said in the most perfect voice you ever heard.
“And who would you be” he asked acting a little flirty.
“My names y/n” you responded giving him a little smile.
“Well these two idiot will have to keep you around, won’t they?” he said with a little wink.

Adam had already thought you were amazing, great mind, great smile, great sense of humour but when he saw you in your bikini his crush became a bit more intimate.
“Alright everyone ready to go?” you ask the three winchesters as you enter the room.
Adam just starred at you, looking you up and down.
“Adam, are you okay?” you asking looking at him.
“Ah yeah… ahem.. I’m good” he answers a little shyly.
You and the boys just giggle and you walk up to him and kiss him on the cheek as you make your way to the pool.

Roll Of Thunder

Adam Milligan imagine requested by jayneyspimp! “could i possibly request an imagine/oneshot where there’s a tunderstorm and the reader hates them and starts to get really scared but tries to hide it from Adam (her boyfriend) but notices and comforts her maybe leading to smut?" Alright, minions, some new material is coming your way! Hope you like it!

You were torn from peaceful slumber by the rattling concrete foundation below the motel’s scuffed wooden floorboards, the room sheathed entirely in inky darkness, your vision absorbing only shadow. Your fingers clenched around the blankets you had subconsciously bundled near your throat, cotton wrinkling softly in your ear as the cannon fire ceased outside, your muscles relaxing. It wasn’t uncommon for large cargo trucks to rattle by motor inns, hauling in their wake the sounds of asphalt splitting open to release the toxic fumes of the underworld, tar-soaked beings of the night crawling from the craters, their skin hissing against the pavement as they exhaled a vengeful cry, scorching the air. Glass window panes trembled in their fissures, a whispered tinkling flooding the room as the air beyond the wall vibrated with the passing of the eighteen-wheeler. You sighed, melting back into the mattress, your fears dissolving into the pitch of your room, your nerves laid to rest as a splattering of raindrops began to fall atop the motel’s roof, the windowpanes collecting rogue droplets as a summer rainstorm set in. You squirmed beneath the sheets, pressing your body against the curve of Adam’s back, his body tensing as he woke, only to relax beneath the gentle touch of your fingertips along his spine, his skin warm to the touch, his body turning to face you, his features shrouded. He pressed a sloppy, half-woken kiss to your forehead, his arm snaking over your hips to wrap around your waist, securing you to his side, his breath washing over your hair. The rumbling of the Hellspawn-spewing vehicle roiled in the distance, tires racing away from your humble abode, leaving you to the serenity of the night, Adam’s heartbeat strong against your fingertips. Your eyelids grew heavy once more, your mind numbing to the world, a yawn building in the back of your throat like a cloud desperate for freedom as you drifted back to sleep. Just before your eyes sealed against the darkness, the gentle rise and fall of Adam’s chest as his breathing evened, the room was flooded with a brilliant white light. Your muscles seized, your hands clenching against Adam’s body, fear racking your bones like a sadistic xylophone. That was no truck. That had been a warning siren. Adam stirred beside you, his hands smoothing over your shoulders, his sapphire eyes lit only by the dim glow of the moon scanning your face for some sign of injury, his features contorted in concern.

"Y/n, what is it? What’s here?” he pried, his hands smoothing down your biceps, his eyes dropping to your form as he continued his search for shackle or scratch. If there was any indication, no matter how vague, that you were in danger, he would find it scrawled across your skin like a hastily inked tattoo. The rain’s intensity escalated, a building swarm of furious droplets colliding with glass as the storm moved closer, surrounding you, engulfing your safe haven in water and electricity, two factors that aren’t meant to meet on good terms. Your body locked-up, your pulse racing in your ear as another roll of thunder split through the air, shattering the sky, your fists clenching until your knuckles threatened to tear through your skin. Adam sat upright, his arms jolting your shoulders, shaking your attention back to him, his movements gentle, yet determined. “Y/n!” he repeated, the worry in his tone intensifying, your eyes locating his through the harrowing terror you felt grip your lungs. “What’s wrong?” Your hands flattened against his chest, your head bobbing to dismiss his concerns.

“Nothing, it’s fine. I was jus-” You ducked as if avoiding an incoming attack as another lightning strike illuminated the disarray of your living conditions, your body curling inwards if only for a moment, displaying your fear. Adam pulled you to his chest, your hands held against him as his palms ran down the length of your spine, smoothing knots of worry from your muscles, his breath cascading over your ear, his head tucked against yours. He had provided himself as a shield against the unseen danger of the thunderstorm. You went limp in his arms, allowing him to coddle you. Your fear was illogical; you were capable of half a million violent atrocities from beheading to skewering beasts with wooden stakes, you knew your way around a full arsenal of firearms, and you could snap a neck underfoot in the course of a millisecond, but you drew the line at thunder. How silly to think, yet the fear gripped your heart in its hands, talons pressing sharply against your organ as it pumped blood to your body at an alarming rate. Adam’s hands slowed to a tide-like motion, his patience flooding your body with peace, though your brain was counting the seconds until the next strike of light. You rubbed your cheek against his bare shoulder, inching closer to his warmth. “I can’t stand storms like these. I guess it has something to do with never having someone around to tell me it’s Jesus bowling up in the clouds, stupid stuff like that,” you whimpered, your voice a meek whisper against his skin. Adam pulled your face to his, your chests pressed together, his hands ghosting along your arms until they reached your cheeks.

“It shouldn’t last very long. They never do. Just… focus on me, alright? Just me,” he whispered, his thumbs tracing the arc of your cheekbones, his face lowering to yours, his lips brushing against your own. His movements were slow and calculated, his lips moving in time with yours at a steady, easy pace. His hand smoothed into your hairline, his fingers tangling in your hair as another belt of thunder ravaged the sky, the sound clashing with the ringing in your ears, your pulse quickening as Adam’s lips molded with yours. One of his hands dropped to your back, holding your torso flush against his own, his body tilting yours backward until your shoulders sighed against the sheets, the rest of your form following suit. Adam’s legs tangled briefly in the sheets, his hand leaving your back to free his calves, his lips ducking to your neck as his legs shifted to either side of your own, his hips dipping to yours. His hands shift to your waist, inching upward and beneath the thin tee-shirt you’d worn to bed, his body bent over yours as his lips trailed along your jawline. His fingertips ghosted over your ribcage, easing over your bra, his palms tingling through the fabric covering your breasts, his face lifting from your skin. Another bolt of lightning brought light to your bedroom, Adam’s eyes burning brighter than nature’s spotlight, his lips easing into a calming smile. “Just me,” he reminded, his hands working towards your back, your spine arching away from the mattress to aid him in his search for the clasp adhering the fabric to your body, his hands working the clips free of each other before he removed his hands from beneath your shift, coaxing your body to his, his hands spreading along your back. Your brought your lips to his as another peal of thunder shook the Heavens above, Adam’s hands working the hem of your shirt up and over your head, peeling your undergarment off in the process, his hands crushing your chest to his, his teeth grazing your lower lip. In the heat he provided, you could scarcely focus on anything but his presence.

His hands trailed downward, lifting your hips until you were seated in his lap, his hand moving to cradle your face, locking your lips to his, his tongue stroking along your bottom lip before your own ventured out to meet him, his hand tightening in your hair, holding you fast to his embrace. Your own hands lowered to the elastic waistband of his pajama bottoms, easing the material from his hips, the man sliding from underneath you to work the cloth from his legs, the next spark of nature-made electricity displaying the tent in his boxers before the darkness absorbed most of your vision, leaving only the hush of fabric against skin as he slid his underwear from his legs, his hands crawling up the bedspread beside you, his form in tow, his mouth pressing sloppy kisses unlike his slumber-riddled brain had produced before (these kisses were different, electrically-charged in every sense) as his fingers looped through your underwear, coaxing the garment from your hips, easing the clothing from your thighs to your knees, his lips tending to your hipbones, your feet fluttering free as the cloth was removed from your legs entirely. Adam’s kisses eased back up your body, much to your frustration, his mouth pressing against your abdomen, your ribcage, his lips ghosting along the valley between your breasts before puckering in the hollow where your collarbones meet, his hands easing your legs around his hips as his lips conquered all. A roll of thunder prompted his next kiss, his tongue melding easily with yours, your hands locking around his neck, his head angling to better mold to yours as his hand smoothed over your breast, his fingertips ghosting over your nipple, your skin alive with sparks, your head roaring with both thunder and the throbbing ringing of passion. Adam’s hand worked over your breast as his hips dipped to yours, spreading heat like a live wire to a bundle of kindling.

The rain was battering against the side of the motel, the pellets striking with vicious intent against the soaking panes of glass, wreaking havoc upon the outside world. Your hands looped beneath Adam’s arms, clutching to his back as his hand shifted from your chest to your hip, running along the expanse of your thigh before securing you to his lower half, his hand winding between you to align himself with your center. His lips dove back to yours, lightning assisting his movement, your body warming as Adam eased himself into you, his breath rushing from between his lips to blow against your face, his eyes scorching into yours. He paused a moment, his hips against yours, before he began to move again, his body rolling against yours, your breathing escaping in time, shortened pants and muffled moans filtering through the air, masked by the roar of the open skies. His hips collided with yours, his movements slow, but pointed, his every flinch vibrating through your every bone, hollowing out your marrow to replace your insides with fire. His lips moved to your neck as he thrust once more, his movement pulling you to him, your bodies tumbling until he was beneath you, your hands connecting with his shoulders as he pumped upwards, your vision blearing with pleasure. He whispered your name, his hands grasping at your hips as he rolled his body into yours, his skin feverish beneath your palms. Your lips met his, lavishing his jaw, his throat, everywhere you could connect to before he grunted, rolling himself to hover over you once again, his hands relocating your legs as his pace increased. You were unsure what light was your mind fazing out of reality and what was produced by the storm, Adam’s body rubbing against yours in a most delectable way, his member twitching inside of you. His hands spread to the blankets beside your head as he thrust, his movements slow, his eyes scrunched tightly as the next deafening clap mingled with a flash of blazing light, your insides unwinding as Adam’s hoarse voice released a quiet, strangled version of your name, his mouth thrown open. Your cheeks burnt hotter than his skin, your insides churning with sparks of vivid, wild electricity, his movements slowing further as you both calmed. His lips pressed to yours, a more tender, patient display of affection, as the rain was blown against the motel’s siding by an aggravated gale.

He pulled himself away from you momentarily, rolling to his side with his arms extended, an open invitation to rejoin him. You tilted into his arms, his chest rising and falling with dangerous speed, his breath hushing against your hair as his lips lingered atop your head, your cheek pressed to his warming shoulder. His hand held your cheek, his thumb rubbing soothing circles to your jawline, his face moving into view. The storm was easing away, the winds dying down, the lightning sharing light with less intensity, Adam’s features shown to be soft and flushed, his eyes molten with emotion, his lips upturned at the edges.

“S'pose the rain isn’t too bad now,” he whispered, a smirk dancing across his swollen lips. You giggled, twining your leg over his, relaxing into his embrace. He was right, in a sense. You supposed you’d have trouble focusing on other factors now.

anonymous asked:

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” w/ kovic pls

You were curled in a ball under the sheets when you felt Adam crawl unto bed.

He didn’t pul the covers down to see you but instead covered himself and scooted over to the lump shaped like you. He didn’t say anything at first, just pulled you against him and let you nuzzle in.

After he was sure you were comfortable he finally asked, “What’s the matter, sweetie?”

You gave an exasperated sigh, “Just work things. Sort of wanted to disappear for awhile.”

“I can go away,” he offered.

You smiled softly and clung to him a little more, “Let me clarify I want to disappear with you.”

Supernatural: Adam/Reader

Can I request an Adam one shot where he turns into a golden retriever?

(Hope you like it!!)

Author: Queen of Geeks

“Adam?” I yelled looking around the room that was now empty. “Guys?” I held my gun up to shoot anymore witches in case we didn’t finish them off. “Guys?”

The three Winchester brothers and I were hunting witches in a nearby town. When we had reached the place they lived, we split up. Sam and Dean went together leaving me with Adam. However, Adam and I ended up getting separated. Thankfully, I was able to kill a couple of witches. There were other gunshots so I assumed the others did the same.

I turned a corner and heard bark. I whirled around to get tackled by a golden retriever. I screamed as I fell back and I dropped my gun. Thankfully my safety was on. The golden retriever licked my face and stood over me, its tongue hanging out.

“Where’d you come from?” I asked pushing myself up. I grabbed my gun and tucked it into the waistband of my jeans before scratching the dog behind its ear. The dog licked my jaw and I smiled.

“Adam?” I called getting to my feet. The dog barked. “Adam? Guys?” I walked out the room and found Sam and Dean.

“You okay?” Sam asked looking at me for injuries. I nodded.

“I’m fine. I can’t find Adam, but I found this dog and- shit.” I put my face in my hands when realisation hit.

“What?” Dean asked. I looked up at them.

“Adam’s the dog.”


Without any sort of plan, we headed home. A good night’s sleep would probably be the best thing.

When we finally reached the bunker, I opened the passenger door of my car and Adam jumped out. He ran out and sprinted towards the trees. I couldn’t help but laugh as I got out my side. I closed the doors and walked over to the Winchesters.

“How long do you think the spell will last?” I asked. The two of them shrugged their shoulders.

“Hopefully not too long. If we’re lucky, it’ll wear off soon.” Sam told me.

“Until then, you can look after him.” Dean added. I rolled my eyes. “I bet you’d rather have him be human.” Dean winked and I could feel my face growing hot. Adam the dog ran out of the woods and circled my legs. I scratched his head and smiled before following the older Winchesters into the bunker. I noticed as we made our way into the bunker, Adam kept nudging my hand with his nose as he tried to stay close to me.

Everyone went their own ways when we were inside the bunker. Sam and Dean went to their own rooms to shower and change and I went to mine. Looking down at my clothes, I assessed them. There was just dust and dirt as well as some blood. Nothing too bad, I just needed a shower. Adam still followed me into my bedroom and stopped.

“Yeah, you can wait out here, Adam.” I rubbed his head before looking for some new clothes. As I did, he jumped on to my bed.

After my shower, I padded out my bathroom in clean clothes. Adam lifted his head when the door opened. I sat next to him on my bed and my fingers through his hairs. As I did, Adam rested his head on my lap.

“(Y/N)?” Sam called as he opened my door. He smiled when he saw me and Adam.

“Hey, you hungry? Dean’s making burgers>”

“Yeah, I could do with something.” I got off my bed and followed Sam to the kitchen with Adam at my heels.

“Is it me, or does Adam follow you around a lot?”

“He does. I don’t mind.” I told him. Sam smiled at me and we made our way into the kitchen. Taking a seat at the table, Dean passed me a plate with a burger on it. I felt a weight on my legs and looked down to see Adam. He looked up at me and there was almost a sad look on his face.

“Dean, do you have any extra burgers for Adam?” I asked looking up at the oldest Winchester.

“Yeah, they’re over there.” Dean nodded to the counter and sure enough there was a plate on top with burger patties on it. I stood up and put the plate on the ground for Adam to start eating. While he was eating at the counter, I sat at the table.

“He still prefers (Y/N).” Sam commented.

“Stop, he can hear you.” I hissed at Sam who raised his hands up.

“You know it’s true though. When were you planning on telling him?”

“Probably when he’s human.” I pointed out with a small laugh. Dean laughed too and Sam smiled. “But he’s probably trying to annoy me.”


It’s been a few days since Adam turned into a dog. And the best to describe it would be… Interesting. Yet slightly annoying since I couldn’t go anyway without Adam following me. However, it wasn’t bad going for walks to clear our heads.

“And go!” I threw the tennis ball over Adam’s head and watched as he chased after it as if it was a cat. And he’s chased plenty of those already. I smiled as he picked the ball up in his teeth and run over.

“Is your dog the golden retriever?” Someone asked behind me. I turned to see a young man about my age with short black hair and bright eyes. He was actually quite handsome and dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, probably a jogger. I smiled.

“Yeah, that’s Adam.”

“I’m Xavier,” He held his hand out and I shook it.

“(Y/N).” I told him as Adam padded over. When he saw that I was talking to Xavier, he dropped the ball at my feet and growled.  “Adam, stop.” I looked down at him and he looked at me before growling again.

“I have to go,”

“I’m sorry.” I told him before he jogged off. I turned my attention to Adam and knelt. “You are annoying. You know that, right?” I asked scratching him behind the ears. He let his tongue hang out before licking me. “Fine, you are forgiven.” I laughed before standing and throwing the ball again.

Later in the bunker, I sat down on the sofa in the living room. I had a DVD playing and I was ready to relax for a little bit. Sam was with Adam so that I could have some alone time. Sam and Dean told me that Adam likes me. That’s a little believable at times. There were other times when I thought Adam would purposely get on my nerves. But he did get a little jealous earlier…

There was a whine and I looked down to see Adam. I gave him a small smile.

“Don’t you like your older brother?” I asked as he climbed on to the sofa. He rested his head on my lap and I stroked his head. “Fine, you can stay here.” I smiled down at him.

I opened my eyes and stretched my arms over my head. I shifted and remembered the weight on my legs. Adam. Looking down, I was expecting to see a dog.

Instead he was human.

“Hey! Adam! Wake up!” I shook his shoulder and he opened his eyes. He blinked a few times before realising that he was human. Adam quickly sat up and looked at his arms. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. Adam was obviously shocked but he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me back.

“So… Sorry about the park…” Adam told me pulling away.

“Who cares?” I asked before kissing him again.

His Princess: Kylo Ren imagine

Part 2

When Kylo Ren met you his whole world stopped. Your where like some sort so distant vision that he yearned for and then there you were. He never wanted something so much as he wanted you.

Kylo did everything just for you to fall for him but you were a challenge. You didn’t care for his riches or powerful title. You didn’t want a relationship based on money, you wanted love.

But Kylo didn’t give up, he couldn’t his whole was already invested in you. He had to earn you trust, your love. And when he had it was like a whole new astonishing bliss.

Before you he didn’t know how anyone was able to love so strongly that they would give everything up for that one person. He didn’t understand the emotions of love. Until you.

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First of all, thank you for this blog. I am LIVING. Second, could I get some headcanons abut McCree talking to the person he likes and then how he would act if they were his S/O, please C: Thank you again, this blog totally made my week.

Hello, Living, I am Dad. glad you like our blog! 

McCree, before the two of you get together, is a rather huge flirt who always comes up with the most embarrassing and corny pick-up lines. Most of them aren’t that bad though, they’re actually really flattering. 

Whenever the two of you are standing or sitting next to each other he will always be close to you. Not too close, of course, but still pretty close. All the while this is happening he stares you straight in the eyes, ever so slowly leaning towards your face before catching himself and leaning back with a laugh. He loves staring at your eyes. 

He often uses nicknames such as “darlin’” when referring to you instead of using your name, it’s his way of showing that he cares about you. 

After the two of you get together he still flirts but not as much as he used to, he will occasionally throw a very corny line at you just to see your reaction though. Instead of “darlin’” he now uses other nicknames to show how much he cares about you “sugarplum” “honeypie” and “honey” are just a few.

He has a lot of embarrassing petnames for you.

His tone of voice isn’t as flirty as before and instead it’s now filled with a tone full of adoration and love. You will often catch him look at you with a small smile, his eyes wondering all over your face as they linger the slight bit longer on your lips. 

More than not he will cut you off with kisses whenever he was too focused on your face and not what you were saying. He doesn’t want to be caught not listening.