lord please i wanna be with him

The Devil’s Backbone (E.D)

Ethan Dolan Series Part One

Pairing: Fugitive!Ethan X Reader

Word Count: 1,349

Summary: You find a bleeding man sprawled out on the pavement while walking home from work one night, and take him back to your home in order to fix him up. Only, you weren’t expecting him to be the fugitive that escaped his prison cell only 24 hours prior.

Warnings: cursing, violence, etc.

Based off of “The Devil’s Backbone” by The Civil Wars

A/N: I’ve been meaning to write this for a while, as I really liked the concept of it. I’m not sure how long this series will be, but I hope you all enjoy it! So without further ado, I present The Devil’s Backbone.” xx (Also, sorry for any grammar mistakes!)

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what have I done?
I’ve fallen in love with a man on the run
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I’m begging you, please
Don’t take that sinner from me
Oh, don’t take that sinner from me.

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what do I do?
I’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you
He’s raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone
Oh I just wanna take him home
Oh I just wanna take him home

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, he’s somewhere between
A hangman’s knot, and three mouths to feed
There wasn’t a wrong or a right he could choose
He did what he had to do
Oh, he did what he had to do.

Give me the burden, give me the blame
I’ll shoulder the load, and I’ll swallow the shame
Give me the burden, give me the blame
How many, how many Hail Marys is it gonna take?

Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not
He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I’m begging you, please
Don’t take that sinner from me
Oh don’t take that sinner from me

”The Devil’s Backbone” - The Civil Wars”

You light footsteps reverberated on the dry asphalt of the empty streets of Los Angeles. You were still dressed in your work uniform, the faint smell of pizza grease present on your shirt. The sun had gone down hours ago, therefore in it’s place was the moon, which was barely visible through the clusters of clouds hanging in the night sky. It was practically pitch black, the only thing guiding you through the darkness was the dim hue radiating from the street lamps.

You were walking at a leisurely pace, taking your time to admire the beautiful scenery around you. You were more than content walking home alone, seeing as you didn’t live that far anyway. You loved the city at night; the usually noise filled, crowded streets were now deserted and silent.

Your phone vibrated in your back pocket, flagging you were getting a call. You quickly got it and swiped your thumb right, setting the phone against your ear, “Hello?”

“Hey baby, it’s Isaac. You weren’t picking up when I tried calling you so I’m using Brandon’s phone. Can I come over? I miss you.”

Isaac was an ex-boyfriend of yours, and the relationship both of you had wasn’t solid in any way. He would lay his hands on you and constantly be unfaithful, as well as scream and holler at you for the least difficult of things. You were tired of it to put it simply, so you gathered up all of the strength you could muster and put an end to the abusive two-year relationship. He, obviously, wasn’t happy about it, so for the last month, he’s been constantly attempting to contact you in hopes to fix what you once had.

You scoffed in annoyance, “Isaac, I want nothing to do with you anymore, I blocked you for a reason.”

You removed the phone from your ear and hung up. You rounded the corner, only to come across a man sprawled out across the pavement, shrouded in blood.

“Holy shit,” You muttered quietly. Bringing a hand to your mouth, you hastily ran over to him and began shaking him gently, “Sir, can you hear me?”

He groaned in response, mumbling a few incoherent phrases. He rolled over onto his back before bringing his hand to his chest. You gasped as you saw his face, not expecting him to be so attractive despite his cuts and bruises. His dark tufts of hair confined his tan, battered face. His eyes were closed but you noticed they were embellished with thick, long lashes. His nose was swollen and bruised, the blood trickling out of his nostrils driving a trail down to his full, pink lips. His jawline was what truly caught your attention. It emerged noticeably, the sharpness casting a shadow onto his neck. He was breathtaking.

You mentally reproved yourself before tucking a free strand of hair behind your ear, “I’m gonna get you up, okay? Do you know anywhere I could take you?”

You brought your arm beneath his and hauled him up off of the ground, your knees almost buckling as he leaned his weight on you.

The boy shook his head no and let out a few strangled coughs, blood sputtering out of his mouth and onto the pavement. You were too kind to just let this man suffer alone in the middle of the night, and you knew you couldn’t leave him here, as the guilt that would be weighing down on your conscience was something you knew you wouldn’t be able to bare.

All of a sudden, the stranger went limp in your grasp. He would’ve fallen straight onto the concrete if it weren’t for your strong grip on him. It would take all night to drag him to the hospital, which was nowhere near you at the moment; so instead, you began walking in the direction of your house praying the man would be alive by the time you made it.

The stranger thankfully gained some consciousness by the time you unlocked the front door to your home. You helped him walk over to the couch and laid him down.

This was not how you anticipated your night to go. You were originally planning on ordering some Chinese food and binge watch TVD, but instead, you were taking care of an unknown man who was slumped on your couch.

“Do you need anything? Some Advil? An ice pa-”

He removed his shirt to reveal an extensive cut, causing your words to stall in your throat. He touched it and winced, “Do you have a first aid kit?”

You caught a glimpse of his muscular torso, your jaw almost dropping at the mesmerizing sight of it. “U-Uhm, yeah, I do. I’ll go get it.”

With that statement you hastened into the kitchen, rummaging through all of the cupboards. You placed your phone on the countertop and bent down, grinning to yourself as you hauled the first aid kit out from under the heaps of random objects.

You padded back into the living room, “Hey, I have the first aid kit. Also, what’s your name if you don’t mind me aski-”

You froze in your tracks. Your television was turned on and the spot on the sofa where the outsider was once positioned was now empty. You immediately began to wonder if this was all in your head until you noticed his bloody shirt was placed on the coffee table.

“And in other reports, police are still on the hunt for an extremely violent criminal tonight just 24 hours after he escaped the United States Penitentiary. The urgent manhunt is now expanding beyond Atwater, California where the prisoner broke free yesterday. Authorities are hoping a different photo of the inmate could bring a fresh lead to the case. But for now, here is the mugshot of the 20-year-old fugitive Ethan Dolan. If anyone has seen him, please report to the police immediately. He is armed, so please be cautious. Now to Ashley Cappadona with this week’s weather report..”

Your blood turned ice cold, a chilling feeling crawled up your spine and a staggering apprehension settled upon you as a photograph of Ethan Dolan’s mugshot showed up on the screen.

The hair. The eyes. The nose. The lips. The jawline.

It was him. It was the man in your house.

You bolted forwards and grabbed the TV remote, switching off the television. He purposely wanted you to realize the mistake you made, seeing as he deliberately turned on your TV to the news station that was reporting about his escape. But why? Why was he fucking with you?

That’s when you remembered; your phone.

Darting into the kitchen, your heart leaped as you noticed that your phone was still in the same spot you left it. You typed in the three numbers regardless of your shaking hands.

Just as you were about to press the call button, a sharp metal object was placed against your throat and a firm body was pressed against your back.

“I wouldn’t try that if I were you.”

Ethan’s voice was profoundly deep and gravelly in your ear, his words were bound with venom and maliciousness. The phone slipped out of your hand, tumbling onto the hard wooden floor beneath you.

“Wow, what a good girl. I didn’t even have to ask you to drop it.” He murmured in your ear, pressing his body harder against you. You were caught in the middle of him and the counter, the cruel stone pushing into your stomach. Regardless of how much you wanted to escape, you knew you proved unable.

He began to daintily tread the blade up your jawline and to your lips, following over their plump shape with the tip of his weapon.

“Please, stop.” You whimpered, turning your head to the side so the knife was no longer in contact with you.

He chuckled slightly, only to brush his lips up against the shell of your ear, “But sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”

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Bughead + Angels & Demons AU (part 1/3)

Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, what do I do?
I’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you
He’s raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone
Oh, I just wanna take him home

Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not
He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, I’m begging you, please
Don’t take that sinner from me

Based and inspired by ‘Crepuscular @jugandbettsdetectiveagency

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I’m begging you please
Don’t take that sinner from me
Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not
He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got
There wasn’t a wrong or a right he could choose
He did what he had to do
Oh I just wanna take him home 🏡

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Obsessed| Part Three

Negan x Reader x Daryl

Back to the start: Here

Part 2

Next Part: Here

Words: 1.497

Summary:  The reader is the 20 years old daughter of Rick, in a relationship with Daryl for some months now. When Negan killed Abraham and Glenn, Daryl attacked him because Negan was interested in you.

A/N:  Coming Chapters contain smut, drugs and suggested rape


“Soooo,” Negan said with an amused face, “Who is the next one?” He walked his round, passing the rest of my family and I was shaking the whole time. Someone will die, again, and I wouldn’t be able to avert it.

“How about you, doll-face?,” he whispered out of nowhere behind me and I started to scream.

Sweaty I woke up and realized how Carl was trying to calm me down but I was shaking and tears were falling down my face. 

It was just a dream, nothing more. Negan wasn’t here, no one will die, for now.

“It’s ok Y/N, I am here, you dreamed,” Carl tried to comfort me and I nodded slowly.

“Just a dream,” I repeated his words and swallowed hard.

“You dreamed about Negan?,” he asked quietly and I saw to my little brother with widened eyes, “You are speaking when you sleep.”

“Oh damn,” I mumbled and felt how I blushed.

“It’s ok, I was relieved you didn’t dream of this other bastard. Every night you were mumbling his name in pain,” he mentioned and I closed my eyes ashamed of what he heard. 

Daryl never had said anything, perhaps he thought I didn’t want to talk about it. For me it was a strange feeling having the first night for a long fucking time not dreaming of the man, who blessed my life with these horrible nightmares, but maybe I was getting over it?

“You know, Negan won’t hurt you, I won’t allow it,” Carl said seriously and shocked I looked to my brother.

“Carl, please promise me you won’t do anything stupid. He is dangerous,” I was begging him and stood up of my bed. The sun was about to rising and I didn’t wanna go back to bed again.

“I won’t, but if he looks at you the same way as the last time I won’t be quiet!”

Every single person in Alexandria was scared. Most of them, wo hadn’t seen Negan so far, thought with panic seeing the man who just killed two of their people and kidnapped one other. My dad didn’t want me around and first I wanted to stay inside, hiding from the man, who had my boyfriend in his power, but I realized that hiding was childish and so I stood next to my brother when the Saviors came, with their big cars and their pack of people.

“I wanna cut off his head,” Rosita hissed behind me and I was so close telling her how much I would like to see that but than my attention fell to Negan, who just got off his car. 

His appearance was amazing but quickly I remembered, he was a murderer and completely crazy.

He had Daryl, he killed Glenn and Abraham. I should think everything of him, except the fact he looked kind of handsome.

He welcomed my dad and I hadn’t even realized my brother wasn’t at my side anymore. Oh Lord, please don’t let him do anything stupid! Worried I looked through the crowd, hoping to see him anywhere, but it was like he just disappeared.

“So your stuff is my stuff from now on and everyone stay here, while we take what is ours”, Negan said loudly to all of us and with disgust I watched how at least two dozen men started to walk to our houses and rifle through our stuff, taking what ever they want to take. 

I saw how they took our mattresses, our guns and I was so happy Judith wasn’t here. She and Enid went together with some other woman outside. Just to thought what Negan could do when he might see my baby sister made me sick.

“How much do they take?”, I asked and saw how my dad looked with shock in his eyes to me but I didn’t want to stay silent and let Negan took all our things.

“Oh fuck, there is our doll-face,” Negan laughed amused when he recognized me and walked to me, “How are you sweetheart? Still mad I kidnapped your boyfriend?”
“How is he?,” I asked with pain, when he mentioned Daryl and I saw how he licked over his lips.

“Oh I dunno, Daryl, how are you?”, Negan shouted and when I followed his sigh, I thought my heart stopped beating. Daryl was here. He was here and he was alive, but when I noticed how he looked like, it was heart breaking. He wore clothes like a prisoner and they were dirty, while his sigh showed how broken he was. My strong hero was broken.

“Daryl…”, I breathed and wanted to walk to him, but in this moment Negan embraced my body from behind and pushed me back.

“Hey!”, my father screamed afraid and I saw how Daryl was about doing something stupid but I shook my head and turned around to Negan, who was smirking.

“No fucking one of you is going near to him or it won’t end that well”, he said happily and let me go.

“And what are you doing with him?”, I asked with anger and saw how my dad looked at me like he wanted to kill me for my cheeky behavior  and maybe he is going to do this when Negan is gone.

“Everything I fucking want”, Negan whispered and I had to remind me to keep breathing when he looked me in the eyes, like he was a predator and I was his feed.

“You are disgusting,” I said quietly and he started to laugh.

“You can be glad that you are so damn fucking hot, doll-face, otherwise this wouldn’t end that well,” he answered, “Isn’t she hot, Daryl? I would love it to have you around more often” I saw to my boyfriend whose face showed so much anger and helpless I looked to my dad, but he seemed like he had no fucking idea how he could stop him, when it was too late and Daryl was about running to Negan, but before he could even reach him and I started to scream, it was someone else who attacked Negan and it wasn’t Daryl.

“Don’t you dare to touch my sister again!”

“Carl,” I said shocked and looked to my little brother, who just hold a gun to Negan’s head.

“Your sister?,” he laughed way to happy for this situation, “You are Rick the pricks daughter?” He smiled even more, when he saw my dad’s afraid sight.

“So Y/N, you should tell your little brother to fucking take this gun away from my head,” Negan said and sounded still amused but I heard his rage in his voice.

“Carl, please,” I was begging my brother and saw how everyone was watching us and how almost every fucking gun was directed to my brothers’t head. It was like in my nightmare, someone will die.

“He can’t just came here, act like a jerk and start flirting with you so he can punish Daryl, when he is about to do something stupid,” Carl shouted and Negan’s smile disappeared.

“I guess we need to kill some more of you guys. It is like you don’t want to understand.”
“No, please.. he is just a kid and it is my fault,” I said scared and Carl let the gun fall, when he realized he had no chance, without everyone be killed.

“Negan, he is just a boy and wanted to protect his sister,” my dad started to calm Negan but he didn’t seem like he wanted to hear all this excuses.

“I have a better idea than killing one of you, I just take your kid with me,” he said with a happy smile and I thought he was kidding all of us. He just couldn’t took Carl with him. I saw to Daryl, who was hold by other men of Negan and I thought about my young brother being in the same situation. I just can’t lose him too.

“No,” Dad breathed and saw to Carl, “Please take me and not my son… I…”
“Not your son, what should I do want from your rebellious son? I want your daughter.”’

“What?,” I asked acute and my dad looked even more shocked while Daryl was brought back to one of the cars, when he started to scream and wanted to help me but in this moment everything happend too fast. Carl was pushed away from me and Negan grabbed my arm.

“When you start to comply with me, I don’t need to harm anyone else,” he whispered in my ear and my eyes filled with tears when he pulled me with him.

“Can I say goodbye?”, I asked but the answer was clear. I was like his possession and from now on everything will change.


Hope you guys liked it. If you wanna be tagged just tell me. Gif is not mine xx



ok but srsly, “don’t wanna cry” is literally so beautiful in a musical sense, and then the choreography is stunning. but when i tell y'all that when seventeen hit that swift lean at the beginning, i was ready to tell the Lord to leave the gates open because i knew i was finna be on my way to see Him.

and the mv is so pretty and so aesthetically pleasing. it’s honestly my favorite seventeen mv, like this “Al1” era is beautiful and it just started. and maybe this is me being extra biased, but y'all know i love seventeen and they’ve come so far and they’ve done an amazing work, like wow im in love with stanning talent.

y'all just need to go watch it on your way, but make sure them edges is glued down because they will snatch them.

What Could Have Been

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: The reader reflects back on her life with Dean.

Warnings: ANGST, major character death, blood.

Word Count: 958

Song: This was based on the song Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey, I would highly recommend listening to it before or while you’re reading this.

A/N: Ok first things first this format is really weird. One I’ve never written a fic based around a song so I felt like it was wonky and also I felt like it was all a brief summary. Other than that good luck and feedback is always welcome.

Originally posted by yaelstiel

You had known Dean for most of your life. You had grown up together, and over the years your friendship had grown into something more.

In the first few years of your friendship, both you and Dean were wild and carefree. There had always been an attraction between the two of you, but you had both ignored it. Sometimes during those years you would get so frustrated because of the fact Dean treated you more like a sister than anything else.

“I’ve seen the world, done it all. Had my cake now. Diamonds, brilliant, in Bel-Air now. Hot summer nights, mid July. When you and I were forever wild. The crazy days, city lights. The way you’d play with me like a child”

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Pairing: Dean x friend!Reader, Sam x friend!Reader
Word count: 1,653
Warnings: Swearing
A/N: Written by Brit and Amy

Part 1 of Fairies, Really?

Dean sighed, speeding down the highway. “So, care to tell me what the hell is in…what was it?”

“Bon Temp.” You told him, when Sam glanced at you, you sighed. “Louisiana.” He was driving, and was still acting like he didn’t know where the three of you were going. “It’s more of a…what isn’t?” You told him meekly.

“What, what?!” Sam looked over the seat at you.

You sighed. “Name it- it’s there.” Both of them looked confused, you took a deep breath, “Right. Vampires, werewolves, witches and fairies,” you grimaced.

“Fairies!! Really?!?!” Dean yelped, remembering when he had his ass handed to him by that flying naked chick, he shuddered.

Raising an eyebrow, you looked between the two. “From what I gathered from everything…they’re rare here, and not exactly dangerous. They know about vampires, there’s even a bar for them not all that far off.” You shrugged, looking over your notes.

“Are people insane? And how the hell do you know all this?!” Dean glanced in the rear view mirror.

“I passed through a few years back, helped someone with a ghost problem,” you said nonchalantly. “Made a good friend and he’s the one who called me.”

Sam thought for a minute. “In all the time that you’ve known us, you’ve never mentioned anyone in Bon Temp.” He pointed out. “Or even in Louisiana.” Sam had loved you for some time, and now you were rushing off to help some ‘good friend’, dragging them along with you. “Tell us about him.”

You looked at Sam, confused by his tone, did he sound jealous? You shook your head, there’s no way he was jealous-he didn’t like you that way even though you wished he did. Sighing softly, “Uh, okay, his name is Lafayette Reynolds, he’s the cook at a bar called Merlotte’s, he’s a new psychic and he’s very unique,” you grinned.

“A new psychic?” Dean groaned. “And what do you mean by ‘unique?”

Smirking, you sat back. “You’ll see…”

“Oh God.” Hearing Dean like that made you chuckle.

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“Dear lord, when I get to heaven,

Please let me bring my man!

When he comes tell me that you’ll let him in,

Father tell me if you can!

All that grace, all that body,

All that face, makes me wanna party,

He’s my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds!

(…Had to draw a poster of her singing this version of the song )

BTS Reaction When They Want a Baby and You Support It

Hi!! So, I couldn’t find your request, but hopefully you see this and enjoy it ^^

“Princess” He said shyly right after you came home, “What is it Jin?”
“I’ve uh… Been wanting to talk to you..” He kept fidgeting with the ring on his finger. This got you worried. You set down you bags, took off your coat and went up to him. He led you to the couch where you both sat down, facing each other. You held his hand, “What is it..?”
“Maybe.. Do you think it’s time… well.. uh.. I” You stopped him, “Breathe, Jin” He took a deep breath before continuing, “I really love you. And… I think we’re ready to have a kid… Don’t you think?” He turned away shyly. This only made you smile, “Of course Jin, I was wondering if you were going to ask me about that.”
“I’ll be the greatest dad ever!”
“I don’t doubt it” You laugh

Originally posted by sughyun

It was a casual morning. You and Namjoon were eating breakfast. You liked the quiet atmosphere, but sometimes, it was too quiet. You looked at the playful kids on the Tv. Thinking, that it wouldn’t be bad to have some of your own. “Joonie~”
“Do you wanna have a baby?” He was cleaning the dishes and accidentally dropped one when you mentioned it. You pouted, “Namjoon! Those were expensive!”
“A-ah.. sorry. But, You want to have a baby? Are you sure??” you walked up to him. He turned off the water and faced you, grabbing your hands, “we’ve been married for a while now, and my mom won’t stop pestering me about it. It won’t be that bad? Don’t you find it a bit too quiet in this house?” He took a moment to think, then silently agreed. He hugged you tightly, “I’m so glad. I’ve wanted to have a kid with you for a while now” He smiled into the hug

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

You were out in the park with your husband. Having a good time looking at the views. It was the best time of season. Everything was blooming and the scenery was beautiful. “Hey, remember this?” He said, walking over to a white gazebo covered by bright green trees, sunlight showing through the holes. “How could I forget? This is where you proposed to me Jimin” You both smiled and had a good chuckle. After finishing up your walk at the park, Jimin suddenly brought up the topic “You wanna have a kid?” You burst into laughter while walking back to your house. It took you a moment to actually realize he was serious, “Really?”
“Yeah! I mean… It’s okay if you don’t want too yet. It’s totally up to you. But, wouldn’t you like to see little Jimin’s and y/n’s running around the house?”
“That would be terrifying” you joked. He looked hurt and you just smiled at him. You reached the house and he was opening the door, “I was just kidding” you kiss him on the cheek, “I would love to have little Jimin’s around the house” His mood exploded and he fervently kissed you, shutting the door behind you. He smirked, “How about we start now?”  

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Yoongi was in his room, as always. You were watching your favourite show on tv. Chanting on the main character. You noticed Yoongi popping his head out of the door, probably looking for you. When he saw you sitting there, he smiled and sat down beside you. “This is a first. You never watch Dramas with me”
“Well, I was thinking about some things, then I wanted to be with you. So here I am” He smiled. The both of you enjoyed the show. You noticed that his eyes were glued to the Tv when the baby of the main character showed up. He gulped nervously, and you noticed his actions. He paused the channel, “Hey! I was watching that!”
“Y/n” He said in a serious voice, “I came here to talk to you about something” You didn’t know what to expect, so you just stayed silent, letting him continue, “I think.. We should have a kid” Your eyes widened at his words, but he was still keeping the same serious expression. A smile appeared on your face, “Sure. Let’s have a baby”

Originally posted by jongdaeisabun

“Woah Tae, What’s wrong? You haven’t called me Jagi in forever”
Sometimes you wondered why you married Tae. He was weird, and very energetic. But, he was sweet, kind, and caring. You fell for his every trait. “Wouldn’t it be fun to have kids?? You know, little Tae’s running around and playing?” you laughed at the thought, but smiled. You wanted kids with Taehyung. It has been 5 years into your amazing Married life and you didn’t regret a single day of it. “So, you’re saying you want kids?” You ask
“Yes! please pleasepleasepleaseplease They’ll be the most adorable human beings on earth because of you” He said, kissing your cheek. You kissed him back, “I was waiting for you to ask me” you smile slyly, “wanna start now?”
He looked at you astonished, “Umm, Yeah!” He said, picking you up bridal style and heading into your shared room

Originally posted by sonyondan

“Good lord Hoseok, stop with the wifey thing please” you chuckled. “You know I really really really really love you right?”
“Yes, you tell me every single day” You smile, giving him a kiss, “And you really really really really love me, right?”
“yes, of course. What are you trying to get out of me?”
“So you should have kids with the one you really really love, right?”
“You want kids?” He nods. You hooked your arms around his neck and he wrapped his hand around your waist. “You should have just said so. I would be happy too” He picked you up and spun you around, “I’ll be the best dad ever!”
“I’m sure you will”

Originally posted by btsleepy

Jungkook: (Not too sure if I should do Kookie, but i’ll just make him older)
“Hey y/n” he said in a sing song voice. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course. What is it?”
“We should have, a family”
“We are a family Jungkook” He shook his head, asking himself why he was with someone so oblivious. But he loved you anyway, so he tried again, “I meant like, kids y/n”
“I don’t get it” He was so close to flipping a table across the room, “I want to have kids with you” He blushed madly. You stared at him and he was about to give up, but then you grabbed him and hugged him. He couldn’t escape your hug, It was too cute. “I’ve always dreamed of having a kid with you Jungkook” You smiled. He exhaled, “You’re a lot of trouble, But I honestly love you so much”
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” You say, hitting him on the head

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Hope you liked! This was so cute to write ^^
~Admin Luna


                       oh lord, oh lord, what do i do? i’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you
        he’s raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone, oh i just wanna take him home […]
                                 oh lord, oh lord, i’m begging you please, don’t take that sinner from me

Until Next Time

You toss and turn under the warm sheets of your bed restlessly. You cannot lay still, your mind is running wild. You just want to bury your head under the pillow to hold your head for once but nothing can stop the storm raging in your mind. You flip several times until you feel an arm weighing over your stomach. You let out a gasp as your eyes fly open.

“Shhh, love. ’S just me.” He whispers pulling in and nuzzling on your cheek, an arm pulling you as his thumb strokes the side of your waist.

“Feelin’ cold? C'mere love, I’ll warm yeh” and you roll into him, face burying in his chest as you breath in his scent.

“Yer leavin’ tomorrow?” He sounds more like stating it rather than questioning but you nod anyway under his hand cupping the back of your head.

“But I don’t want to” you whine pulling him closer as your nose push against his chest.

“And I don’t want yeh to go” he sighs letting his head fall over yours “but yeh know you gotta and I’ll have to let ya” The sorrow in his voice makes your heart ache. You’ve got responsibilities, you’re a God for Uranus’ sake! But you can’t deny that you just want to huddle up and stay in his arm all through the year.

“An’ your mother’s waitin’. She’ll be very upset if yeh don’t show up.” You sigh because you know he is right. You have to leave no matter what, that was the agreement-only the winter.


“Yes, love”

“I’ll miss yeh” you say looking up to him from where his chin rest on your head. He backs a bit to meet your eyes and you can clearly see that he is hurting as well. But still for your sake, he gives you a small smile.

“You don’t have too. Yeh know I’m always around you, I’m your Lord at last” he says hugging you tight and though he is hurting inside his words drip with pride which makes your eyes roll knowing well what he means. You hit his arm holding you and feel his laughter quake through your body as you join him too.

At last when you both quite down, his sigh resonates in the silent room.

“And you’ll be back in no time an’ I got work to keep me busy” he mumbles still holding you tight.

“You won’t miss me?” His mumbles make you doubt that though you know he was just trying to stall away from the obvious wound.

He looks at you and you can see it in his eyes, the sorrow that you leave behind each time and you feel maybe you hurt him even more by asking that.


He breaths out the name that makes you his, the Persephone to his Hades and before you know it his lips meet yours.

You can feel the urgency in the kiss but also the softness as he tries to ravish your each movement. Your hands pull him in trying to get closer than possible, toppling him over you.

The kiss soon escalates with him bunching up your dress and you tackling with his brooch. Your breathe deepens when you feel his warm huge hands slide over your inner thigh.

“D'yeh have any idea how I survive the summer without you, love?” He asks looking down on you as he hovers above you. You cannot meet his eyes with all the sadness in it. You regret terribly that you even asked something like that. His hand reaches up holding your chin to face him.

“I cannot even believe I lived thousands of years without yeh” You open your mouth to say something but you can’t. The lump on your throat won’t let you.

He dips his head, his hot breath brushing against your neck as he plants open mouthed kisses trailing from your collarbone to your ear.

“Without hearing your sweet voice”

You moan when he starts sucking on the soft skin behind your ear. His hands immediately holding your wrists beside your head when you whimper a bit.

“An’ feelin’ you melt under me”

You can feel his growing member against your bare thigh and the pain in your core intenses. You try to free your hand but you know it’s of no use and you start frantically bucking up against his hips in desperate need of friction. He thrusts along to match your pace granting you a sensation that makes your eyes roll in your head as you try and mold into his hovering body.

“I’ll miss everything, love. Everythin’ about you. Like I always do” he whispers against your lips seizing all your movement despite your whines.

“Your tantrums” He starts pepper kissing all over your face, putting his entire weight on you to stop you from whimpering, though hearing the desperation in his voice you wouldn’t dare to anyway.

“Your kindness”

Your hands are pulled above your head as his head buries in the crook of your exposed neck again.

“Your tenderness. Everythin’ love, everything.” His voice shakes a bit and you really really just want to hold his face in your hands and swear to him that you’re not leaving and you never will, but you know you can’t promise him that, ever.

He abandons your body and get his toga off him, baring his chiseled chest in one swift movement.

“M'Lord, I want you, now. Please.” You can feel your eyes numbing and your voice cracking but you also need him to make you feel good, to claim you his, one last time before you leave for the summer.

He leans in to catch your tears with his lips, cupping your face. You can feel how much he wants to confront you,to tell you that it’s fine, you can stay but at the same time you know that this is the one thing even he does not have control over.

You can feel him brushing against your entrance. You angle your face to give a soft kiss to his jaw granting him a silent permission.

When he slides into you, your eyes flutter close as your head sinks into the pillow. You can feel him panting with his nose still nuzzling in your cheek.

“I’ll miss this. I’ll miss everything. I promise” he rants, still lost to the feeling of being inside you.

His free hand, which is not pinning your wrists slides over the side of your bare torso making you shiver. He dips again, further down, leaving feathery kisses down your shoulder, below your bunched up dress which he still didn’t remove, to your chest. You feel his first thrust alongwith his lips biting and suckling on your mounds. There is an animalistic groan and you tuck your wrists again knowing that he has lost to his urges. Your hands come free with some struggle but he let you go as they settle on his shoulders, nails digging in with his increasing pace. Moans and grunts leaves your lips as you call out for your King, for your Lord to take you.

With his other hand free now, he supports himself lifting from you to drive deeper and harder into you. It takes you by surprise but you hold on to his bicep and looping your arm around his neck to pull him in for a slow kiss matching to the rhythm of his deep thrusts.

“Faster, please Lord. Faster” you beg to him breaking the kiss but he buries his head between your breasts giving a small shake.

“I wanna take it slow. I wanna feel yeh, love” he says with a weak and breathy voice.

You want to beg him to just drive into you and wreck you like you know he can, but you also get his need to savour each of these moments, to hold on to this until next time.

You soon feel your high approaching and he can tell that as well, hence adding his fingers to your clit moving them in sweet circles. Your breathing hitches as you arch into him pulling him closer with your legs thrown over his hips and nails raking his back.

You tremble under him, feeling his gaze on you as you do. You try hard to keep your eyes on his face as he admires you coming undone under him but your teary eyes squeeze with the intensity of your orgasm.

“You’re so beautiful, love” he mumbles but it escapes your ears as you’re still lost in your orgasmic bliss.

Even before you calm down from your high you could feel him thrusting in you again chasing his own release, which you feel is not far either as his stomach quiver under your touch.

You greedily kiss and suck on his skin exposed to you trying to take in the salty taste of his sweat drenched skin. Hands roaming on his torso memorising each muscle as they twitch. He groans shuddering over you, calling out for his Persephone and you know how hard he came from the strength of his hold on waist.

His head drops over your shoulder, burying his face in your hair wet from the sweat. You feel his lips pressing against the back of your neck which tickles you but you lay still playing with his curls.

“Persephone” he whispers, face still buried behind you. You turn a bit towards him pressing your cheek to his as a sign to continue.

“I’ll miss yeh and everything about you. But you’ll be with me, in m'imaginations and I’ll be waiting for yeh, to be with yeh again, but until then just hold on t'this. Just until the next time” he pleads gasping for air.

You smile to yourself, fingers tangling into his curls, sweaty bodies pressed together.You close your eyes and hum trying to etch this moment in your mind.

“Until next time”

Thank you for reading! All feedback are always appreciated. Here are my other works. xx


Devil’s Backbone

The Civil Wars


Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what have I done?
I’ve fallen in love with a man on the run
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I’m begging you please
Don’t take that sinner from me
Oh don’t take that sinner from me

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what do I do?
I’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you
He’s raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone
Oh I just wanna take him home
Oh I just wanna take him home

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, he’s somewhere between
A hangman’s knot, and three mouths to feed
There wasn’t a wrong or a right he could choose
He did what he had to do
Oh he did what he had to do

Give me the burden, give me the blame
I’ll shoulder the load, and I’ll swallow the shame
Give me the burden, give me the blame
How many, how many Hail Marys is it gonna take?

Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not
He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got
Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I’m begging you please
Don’t take that sinner from me
Oh don’t take that sinner from me


Weekly ‘i need a Vikings fic written for this’
Cristian women x Viking character
What Vikings character do you see this fitting?

rules: upload a song that’s lyrics fit your fandom that may inspire someone to write a fanfiction
Optional: paste the lyrics

Tagging: @imaginesparadise @ivars-pet @cherrytrinkets @ivartheboneme @ivarsvalkyrie @belle-scarre and any one else who wants to post a song




Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what do I do?
I’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you
He’s raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone
Oh I just wanna take him home

Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not
He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got

Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I’m begging you please
Don’t take that sinner from me

“Devil’s Backbone” by the Civil Wars

1 of 3 bribes for @alyseofwonderland in exchange for that amazing crack!fic that I need in my life.

anonymous asked:

I feel like I'm a lukewarm Christian. I go to church, read the Bible, pray etc. but still I enjoy worldly things. I feel like I haven't sacrificed enough for Him. I don't wanna die and find out that I was never with Him at all. I don't wanna be lukewarm. What am I supposed to do?


I can tell that your heart is in the right place. From this ask, it sounds like you really want to please the Lord, but you’re experiencing spiritual dryness. I highly recommend reading Dark Night of the Soul by St. John of the Cross. Keep doing what you’re doing, too, even if it’s hard.

What worldly things are you talking about? We are in this world, but not of this world. We should have a solid Christian worldview and make His truth our foundation. We can still do things that do not go against our Christian values. Pray and ask God to help you follow His will.

Maybe you would be interested in volunteering or mentoring? Go to your parish office to see what opportunities are available. Helping people is a wonderful thing to do.

A while ago, I wrote this post about what to do when you feel far from God. I think you should read it. I also want you to remember these verses:

“The Lord is nigh unto all them that call upon him: to all that call upon him in truth” (Psalm 144:18 DRA1899).

“But in all these things we overcome, because of him that hath loved us.
For I am sure that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor might, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Romans 8:37-39 DRA1899).

God bless you!

Ad Jesum per Mariam,

María de Fátima

anonymous asked:

Why is brunette dom an unpopular opinion? Did you see him in that 4th of July video on the shadowhunters twitter? Looking like a real snack I must say

ANON PLEASE, we’ve been free from the brunette dom discourse™ FOR MONTHS and now you wanna bring it back? help us lord, but you’re right he does look good 👀👀👀

Model!Bitty (1/?)

part two

Jack Laurent Zimmermann couldn’t speak.

It wasn’t because his mother had dragged him to another one of her management meetings. It wasn’t because she was trying to force him to socialise with the models. It wasn’t even because she’d made him make a speech he’d been completely unprepared for in front of the entire modelling agency and he’d entirely screwed it over.

It was all to do with the small southern boy standing in front of him, wrapped up in a navy suit that must have been tailored just for him, his blond hair swept back and his brown eyes warm and sweet like freshly melted chocolate.

“Mister… Zimmermann?” he tilted his head, the smile that danced on his lips amused, “Your eyes are open but it seems you’ve fallen asleep.”

Jack thrusted out a hand suddenly, internally kicking himself for the momentarily startled look on the model’s face, “Jack. Call me Jack. You’re, uh… Mr. Bittle, aren’t you?” He said the name as though he hadn’t read it a million times, printed neatly under his model shots. Eric Bittle.

“Bitty, please,” Eric took Jack’s hand and shook it, his grin widening and showing off perfect white teeth, “That’s what my friends call me.”

“Friends?” Jack blurted, the word tumbling over his lips before he could stop himself. He was being awkward as all Hell, but before he could even start to correct himself, Bitty had taken over.

“Friends,” he said, tilting his head with a mischievous look in his eyes, “You know. The people you like and form relationships with. You do… have friends, don’t you, Mr. Zimmermann?”

Jack almost had to take a while to think of an answer – he’d just noticed the tiniest sprinkling of freckles over Bittle’s face like fairies themselves had placed them there and he was suddenly not sure if it was possible that someone as beautiful as Eric Bittle could actually exist. Much less that he’d actually take an interest in the socially awkward, blocky Jack L Zimmermann. “I don’t know. I’ll have to ask them.”

It’s a ridiculously lame answer, but Eric laughed anyway, a bubbly giggle that Jack was pretty sure was the sound that golden sunlight would make if you could hear it, “Y’know, you’re so different in real life than you are to those magazine interviews. Obviously this isn’t the first time I’ve been to one of these meetings, and I know it’s not the first time for you, either, but I’ve never had the guts to come over and introduce myself. I always saw you as… well…” Eric bit his lip, his eyes squinting as he thought of the right words, “Distant? Kind of… threatening, almost? You seem so deep and mysterious.”

“I’ve been told I have ‘modes’,” Jack shrugged, his mind absolutely spinning. Bitty reads my interviews? Bitty has been working up the courage to talk to me?!  “Like some kind of… modelling robot.”

“Lord, that’s a bit dark!” Bittle grinned lopsidedly, “Y’don’t seem like a robot to me. Not anymore, anyway, after that speech you gave today. Never thought y’all would be the type to get all nervous up on stage. Thought you’d be used to it by now, what with y’all being the biggest name in modelling from here to Georgia.”

“Oh,” Jack felt all of his insides freeze over. Great. The only reason Bittle had decided to talk to him was that Jack had been so desperately awkward in front of the entire modelling agency that Bitty had decided he must secretly be softer than the terrifying modelling beast he had thought Jack was. “Uh, well… that’s embarrassing,” Jack grinned helplessly, slapping a palm over one eye, “It wasn’t that bad, was it?”

“Oh, gracious, no! I didn’t mean to offend you Mr. Zimmer- Jack,” Eric looked horrified, his eyes wide, “It wasn’t that bad at all! Lord knows it was better than I could have done, I’m an absolute mess under pressure. I thought it was kinda sweet, actually. Showed a side to the real Jack Zimmermann. Made me feel less nervous about stayin’ over tonight.”

What?” Jack spat out, his insides tightening even further in his abdomen, “You’re… staying over?”

“Didn’t Mrs. Z let you know?” Eric put a hand to his chest, “Oh, Lord! She assured me you were fine with it! Gracious, I told her you wouldn’t appreciate my intruding on y’all’s life for a night, I should have just got a hotel.”

“No,” Jack almost – almost – reached out a hand to put on Eric’s shoulder. As it was he stepped forward, a hand outstretched, “It’s fine, Eric. Really. I just… wasn’t expecting it.” He should have smiled or something, but he was lost in the way Bittle was looking up at him, all concerned and – woah, they’d really never been this close. His lips were bitten but they still looked soft and he wished so badly he could have stepped a little closer to him and ducked his head, stealing a chaste kiss. A shiver ran down Jack’s spine.

“Lord, are you sure?” Bitty asked, his eyebrows raised in concern, “I really don’t wanna intrude. It’s not too late for me to book a room, please don’t feel pressured. I know what it’s like when you just really wanna spend some time on your own without some chatty boy sucking up all your spare moments-”

“I wouldn’t mind if you did,” Jack interrupted softly. His words were only quiet but Bitty stopped talking right away (and was it just his imagination or did Eric’s breath hitch slightly?), “You seem really sweet. You’re always the life of every meeting and I’ve always been trying to talk to you but you’re always talking to other people and I never wanted to interrupt, especially since they’re other models – your co-workers and your friends, and I’m just…” Jack trailed off, the end of his sentence dissolving into silence. His throat was dry and he had to swallow. Had Eric stepped closer or had Jack been leaning in? He wasn’t sure. His heart was pounding and his lips were tingling with a fierce kind of longing.

“I…” Eric breathed, his lips just parted slightly and so inviting, “I, um… Well, I’m glad… I talked to you then. I’ll, um… see you tonight.”

He took a step back from Jack, and Jack felt realisation hit him like a truck – I must have made him feel so uncomfortable standing so close like that. Oh God, tonight is going to be so awkward. “Yeah. Okay.”

“Okay,” Eric flashed him a shy kind of smile and looked down at his feet, “Okay. I’ll see you later tonight then. I better, uh…” he threw a thumb over his shoulder, “I’ve got other people to catch up with.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jack smiled. “See you tonight,” he added as Eric turned away, “Bye, Bitty.”

requests are open!

“I’m...I’m a daddy?!” A Bellamy Blake Imagine

Requested: “Hi :) can you do an imagine were the reader finds out she is pregnant and tells Bellamy. Then skip a few years later and show how they are together. Please thank you”

(A/N this was so much fun ahhhhh) 


Originally posted by bebelusa003

(Y/N) bit her lip. A subconscious habit she had always done. One of the many 100 delinquents sent to Earth and one of the actual few who made it this far. She was a lucky girl. She had a pulse, a couple of friends, and a handsome boyfriend named Bellamy Blake. And now an unborn child growing within her. She stood froze outside the medical bay. Frozen in fear and shock. One hand resting on the wall and the other clutching her (for now) flat stomach. Breathing heavily as her brain went into overdrive. She didn’t notice the father of her child’s little sister bounding over to her with glee. “Hello (Y/N)!” Octavia chirped excitedly. But (Y/N) didn’t look up at her. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Octavia then realized (Y/N)’s heavy breathing. She placed a hand on (Y/N)’s back and the worried girl jumped in fright.
“(Y/N)?! Are you okay?” Octavia asked as she stared at the girl. Her eyes glassy instead of bright. “Y-yes? I-I don’t know Octavia.” (Y/N) sniffed. Octavia’s eyes widened as she grabbed (Y/N)’s hand, dragging her to an unused tent. “What is going on?!” Octavia asked. (Y/N) burst into tears. The emotions and gravity of the situation finally setting in. Octavia pulled (Y/N) into her arms. “I-I-I’m pr-pre”“(Y/N)! You need to breathe! You need to calm down!” Octavia coaxed the girl. They both inhaled deeply and exhaled together. They did this a few more times before (Y/N) felt relaxed. “Octavia…I-I’m pregnant.” She whispered with tears welled up in her eyes. Octavia couldn’t help the small smile that made it’s way to her lips. She flung her arms around the shocked young woman.“I’m so happy!” She smiled. (Y/N) wriggled from her grasp. Octavia looked at (Y/N) with furrowed brows. “O…I can’t raise a baby in this God forsaken place!” (Y/N) hissed between her teeth. “Look around us Octavia! We’re in the Earth version of hell!” She cried. Octavia put her arms around (Y/N) before enveloping her in a hug. (Y/N) was scared. She’s always wanted to be a mother, a little her running around. And she always saw Bellamy as being the perfect man to have that little version of her and now him with. Had they been on the Ark, she would be much happier.But this was Earth. The cold, harsh, and sad Earth. She’s lost so many people on this planet. “What the hell is going on?” Bellamy asked as he walked in. (Y/N)’s stomach turned as her hand flew to her mouth. She ran for the opening of the tent. Bellamy ran after her in confusion as Octavia took the opportunity to slip away. Bellamy held back (Y/N)’s hair as she released the contents of her stomach. He bit his lip when she stopped. “Baby?! Are you okay?!” (Y/N) flinched at the term he used. She looked up at him with doe eyes before he pulled her into his chest.  “It’s okay…you can tell me princess…” he cooed softly as one hand cradled her head gently. “I-I’m pregnant Bellamy…” She whispered as she bit her lip. He pulled away from her and looked at her with wide eyes. “You’re…we’re gonna have a baby?!” He whispered. She nodded as a smile slowly replaced the shocked expression on his face. “I’m finally going to be a dad!” He shouted and he picked her up and spun her around as she giggled. “And you! Oh and you,” he peppered kisses all over her face as he wiped away tears “you are gonna be one smoking hot mama.” He teased as his forehead rested on hers. His hand resting on her stomach that would house their baby. “God they’re gonna be so loved.” he murmured as tears filled his big brown eyes. ***********************************(5 months pregnant)*************************************“Do you think they’ll have your eyes?” “You want them to have my eyes?” “Yes…so that way when they find their significant other they’ll be able to see the exact same stars in their eyes as I see in yours, everyday.” “Bellamy Blake. You’re a cheeseball you know that?” (Y/N) giggled as she pushed Bellamy’s face away teasingly.  (Y/N) felt a sharp kick in her stomach as she gasped. Bellamy, immediately and instinctively in front of her and firing questions. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? We should get you to Abby now-”“Bellamy! Feel this…” She whispered in awe. Bellamy hesitantly placed a large hand on his beautiful fiance’s ever growing belly. Only to be greeted with a sharp kick to the palm of his hand. He gasped as he stared with wide eyes. “Wanna see a trick?” She whispered with a small smile. He could only nod. (Y/N) smiled as she started to sing softly.“Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what have I done? I’ve fallen in love with a man on the run. Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I’m begging you please. Don’t take that sinner from me. Oh don’t take that sinner from me. Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what do I do? I’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you. He’s raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone. Oh I just wanna take him home. Oh I just wanna take him homeOoooooooooo.” Bellamy fell in awe as the baby kicked rapidly. He let out an airy laugh. “That’s our baby…our baby is kicking you!” He gasped with tears in his eyes. He kissed her passionately. The mere thought of this baby giving him goosebumps.***************************19 months later***************************************************(Y/N) sighed as she sat in a meadow. A smile smile etched on her face as she watched Bellamy chased their little girl, Charlotte (or commonly referred to as Charlie) Grace Blake. She had his thick dark hair and cute button nose. While she took her momma’s eyes, she stole her father’s hard headedness. She laughed as Charlie tried to catch the glowing bugs. Bellamy with a wild grin, came up and wrapped his arms around his wife. He had everything. “Daddy! Daddy! Got one!” She cheered with glee. “Yes you did baby! Daddy’s so proud of you!” She gave him a toothy grin before yawning as the bug escaped her tiny palm. “Mommy…the stars are bright…you have to do the song….” She yawned as Bellamy scooped her up. (Y/N) smiled warmly as she took a hold of the little girls pudgy hand. Her long lashes fluttering shut as Bellamy waited for her melodic voice. “Oh Lord, Oh Lord, he’s somewhere between…A hangman’s knot, and three mouths to feed There wasn’t a wrong or a right he could choose. He did what he had to do. Oh he did what he had to do….” Bellamy quietly opened the door of their room. “Give me the burden, give me the blame. I’ll shoulder the load, and I’ll swallow the shame.Give me the burden, give me the blame. How many, how many Hail Marys is it gonna take?” Bellamy laid the tired girl in the middle of the bed the family shared. (Y/N) brushing some of her thick brown hair from her face before pressing a kiss to her sweet forehead. Bellamy slipped the girls shoes off her tiny feet. (Y/N) looked at Bellamy with a soft smile as his favorite part of the song slipped from her lips. He leaned over and kissed her before she smiled at him “Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not. He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got….Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I’m begging you please. Don’t take that sinner from me…” Bellamy finished with her as they both let their eyelids droop. Carefully encasing the precious innocent child  in between them.