BACKGROUND: Jungkook’s first time had left him traumatized of having sex ever again. It had gone so far to the point that a rumor had even spread about him not being able to get hard-ons. You then decide to step in and prove the rumor wrong. What was supposed to be a simple test of theory leads to a night that you weren’t going to forget for the rest of your life.
AUTHORS NOTE: Omg I haven’t written something in so long. I’m so sorry this took me quite a while. This actually started as a drabble but I kind of got too into it and finished it into a full blown story. I’ll be working on the remaining requests sent to me before, soon I promise you guys, I’m just trying to come up with ideas! But I do hope you enjoy this, tell me what you think.
Jeon, as forever, is a sinful little shit.
If there are any errors, I am sorry about those! I did proof read but I know I still missed some.
Your pen hangs off of your
lips, fingers tapping lightly against the glass table as you study the boy in
front of you. He has his face buried
between the pages of his Physics book, eyes scanning through each paragraph in
close precision, oblvious of your scrutiny. You slowly turn your logistics book
shut, choosing to ignore your studies as the conversation you had with your
brother during last night’s party flashes through your mind.
I will tell you one thing about these people you don’t want to be associated with, Isak. About the people who have put on tights and mascara, and gone out to fight for the right to be themselves. These are people who have chosen to stand their ground, even while being harassed and experiencing hate. Who have been assaulted and killed. And it’s not because they’re so extremely keen on being different, but because they’d rather die than be someone they’re not. That, Isak, takes courage on such a completely different level, than most people are able to understand. And I believe that before you have fought that battle yourself… Before you have the guts to stand up for who you are… You should be really fucking careful about putting yourself above Gay Pride.
Hey guys I’ve been gone for a while but I am finally trying to return to you. The first thing that i’m gonna do is upload all the Unearthed Arcana material, afterwards I’ll post new fan made materials. Sorry for being gone and I hope you’ll enjoy my return.
Summary: Guys, I’m so sorry. I don’t even know how to explain this one. It’s for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Movie Night Challenge. My movie was SE7EN. If you’ve seen the movie, I’m sorry. If you haven’t, I’m sorry.
Word Count: 1244
Warnings: VERY VERY DARK AND ANGSTY. I can’t emphasise this enough. Also, language. Death.
Tags at the bottom. As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.
Everything is wound tighter than a spring. We are out in the middle of nowhere, desert, flatland, nothing but open spaces and big blue sky but the tension is pressing in around me, hard. Like I‘m being pushed down against the earth, gravity has gone sideways. I feel like I can’t breathe. That fucking demon, he’s on his knees in the devil’s trap while Sammy paces back and forth. It’s just the three of us. Well, the three of us and that box.
God, I don’t want to see what’s in that box. Even more, I don’t want Sammy to see what’s in it. I’ve never felt this afraid for my brother. Afraid of what he might do after he opens that fucking box. Even after everything he’s been through, I don’t think he’s coming back from this one. Hell, being soulless would look like a cakewalk compared to this.
I’m afraid to move, afraid to speak, afraid, afraid, afraid. It’s not something I like to admit, but this shit has got me fucked, deep in my gut. Truth is, there’ something Sammy doesn’t know. Something worse than what we might find in that box.
I wrote a lot of stuff and I’m posting it ALL tonight!!!
My requests will be
opening up tomorrowdon’t worry if I haven’t answered yours, it’s still in
my inbox!!! I’M AM TRULY SORRY FOR BEING MIA, SO I MADE SOME EDITS TO MAKE UP
FOR IT I’ll post those before all the HC I wrote
My winter break is gonna start soon, and I’ve FINALLY
figured out what I want to do with my life, so no more randomly disappearing
♥ hope you guys aren’t too mad!!
PS: I hope I didn’t worry you guys too much, I feel so bad :( I’ll try to get back to everyone who messaged me while I was gone ♥
Hey everyone! Mod-Rose here. It’s been a while, huh? Sorry about being gone.
To make up for it, let me give you some happy/fluffy Undertale Skelebros and Dadster headcanons- since last night I had a really cute dream involving them and I want to share some of the things that stuck.
So, here we go!
Undertale Skelebros and Dadster HCs:
Even though he wasn’t around much pre-accident, Gaster was still a good dad. Whenever Asgore insisted Gaster take a vacation to keep him from working himself to dust, Gaster would take Sans and Papyrus on a vacation to Snowdin for a day or two.
When Gaster was in the void, Sans took Papyrus to their vacation home in Snowdin.
While Papyrus doesn’t like how lazy Sans can be, he still appreciates everything his brother does- be it eat his spaghetti, read bedtime stories, or help be on the lookout for humans.
Sans is very protective of his brother, and always has been. Papyrus is just as protective of Sans. While he might not show it, if anything upsets Sans he will do his best to make sure it never happens again.
Papyrus slowly started to remember Gaster, but only through dreams. They weren’t bad dreams, but something told him not to tell Sans about them.
When Gaster came back, Sans was unsure of how to react. He had tried to bring Gaster back countless times, and now that he is back… it was very hard to know what to do.
When Gaster came back, anyone who saw him began to remember. Seeing that, Sans dragged Gaster everywhere.
However, it took Sans a bit to trust Gaster enough to let him see Papyrus. He didn’t want Papyrus to be upset.
When Papyrus first met Gaster, Sans was a nervous wreck. Papyrus was unusually quiet for a few minutes. When he finally did speak, he simply said: “Welcome home… dad.”
Gaster is still part goop and turned into a puddle when Papyrus called him dad.
Now some random and more funny stuff:
Everyone who has ever shouted into a void of some sort- be it screaming at the night sky when in a quiet area in the country, or yelling at the ocean- Gaster heard it. This is how he learned about pop culture and memes.
When Gaster swears, he only does it in Hands. Sans remembers Hands, but Papyrus never fully does. He forgot how to even pronounce letters and words in Hands, so if Gaster swears too much Papyrus might ask what that word means.
If Sans hears Papyrus say a swear in Hands he will force Gaster to put soap in his mouth, and will start a swear jar.
There is no Family Game Night. They tried once, playing an older party video game like the original Mario Party. It took the combined efforts of Toriel, Grillby, Undyne, Alphys and Asgore to get the three to speak to each other again. Papyrus caved first, but it took a lot more work before Sans and Gaster would acknowledge each other. Then there was a shouting match. Then a few days of Sans in his room in silence, only venturing out late at night to grab some food.
Papyrus was able to get them both to stop the fighting. For a skeleton, he has really good puppy-dog-eyes.
Hello!, how would reaper,McCree and junkrat react to their s/o escaping them when they find out about them being yandere?
Admin B: Here it is! Sorry for not posting in awhile. ^^;
ღ Reaper is furious. He doesn’t even have time to think when he realises his s/o is gone. He leaves to look for them immediately.
ღ Turns out they left the country so Gabe’s gonna have a bit of a harder time finding them… or so they think.
ღ Early into the relationship, while his s/o was asleep, Gabe had a tracking chip implemented in the back of their neck so he could always find them if they left him. Just incase…
ღ He goes to the country they went to and finds them very easily in a rural town. He hides in the shadows and watches his s/o very closely.
ღ Any time they get too close with someone, that person dies by Gabe’s hands. It gets to the point where he kills his s/o’s new lover right in front of them.
ღ With blood covering him, Gabe walks to his horrified s/o and caresses their cheek. “No matter where you go, I’ll always find you, my dear.”
ღ Cow Man is salt™️
ღ He’s like a pouty baby when they first leave, but after he finds out why about a week later, he’s full on angry.
ღ He drinks like he’s never had a drink in months. Besides being angry, he’s sad they left because their relationship was perfect wasn’t it?
ღ Sure he was possessive some times and got jealous when they were talking to others but it’s not like he’s killed anyone, right? Nope, he has totally killed some people for the sake of his s/o. Not his fault though, he has to make sure his s/o knows that they’re his.
ღ He soon finds out that after they left him, they never stayed in one place for too long, most likely due to fear of McCree finding them again. Does that deter our favorite shitty cowboy? Not in the slightest.
ღ McCree then packs all his things and hits the road for one elaborate game of cat and mouse. Pretty soon, he gets good at figuring out where his s/o is going and always heads there first, leaving them a little clue to let them know he was there.
ღ After months of paranoia, and hoping that he wasn’t chasing them, his s/o stays in a town a little bit too long and wakes up one morning with McCree staring at them with a loving smile on his face. “Found you darlin’. Now that I’ve caught you, don’t think I’m ever gonna let you go again.”
ღ He is angry. Like, level a whole city angry. Roadhog ain’t even going near him or dealing with his shit while he’s angry.
ღ Junkrat, unlike the other yandere agents, wouldn’t stalk or watch from afar. No, he would make sure his s/o knew how badly they fucked up.
ღ He would start with bombing and looting places like malls. Then the suburbs. Then neighborhoods closer to downtown. Then he would destroy downtown. Finally, the whole town would be gone.
ღ Junkrat would do this over the course of many weeks and would make his s/o dear what he would do if they didn’t get back with him.
ღ Later that month in the news, there aren’t any more stories of towns being destroyed by one, flaming haired Australian. Weird…
Warning; None but the next part will have some smutty smut!!!
Word count: 1k
Disclaimer: This is kind of a rules reversed kind of thing so its just like Rainey days #1 but with HER BEING THE ONE TO GO TO THEO!!! Smut in next part sorry boos just makes things more interesting.
After the events that happened with Theo you didn’t see him
for a good week after that. It all happened after the most incredible sex of
your life, you guys got into a heated argument about all the things he did to
the pack and after that he was gone.
that was amazing.’ You breathed out. Plopping down on the other side of your
bed slipping your underwear on then your bra. He laughed out in response
nodding his head yes while slipping on his boxers too. “If I would have known
how good you were in bed, I wish I would have not hated you back in beacon
hills.” He said. He sounded non judgmental when he was talking but he the way
he said it he was almost accusing you. “Maybe if you weren’t such a psychopath
maybe the pack and I would have trusted you.” When that came out of your mouth
you knew it hit him right where it hurt. You knew that would hurt him because
he came to NY to get away from his past and you brought it up and it just about
brought it back. “Wow can’t get over that can you, you know what? This- this
was a mistake.” That caught you off guard and hurt a little bit. You really felt
a connection with Theo and he saying that really hurt. After taking a deep
breath you said, “I think you should just leave,” He cut you off before you
could say anything else. “I was just on my way out.” He said as he put on his
clean flannel. As he walked out of the door he left it open and that pissed you
off enough for you to say something you never thought would come out of your
mouth. “Have a nice day murderer!” Then slammed the door, you knew you
shouldn’t of said that because it was a sensitive subject for everyone that
experienced murder back in Beacon hills. You just said it to hurt him as much
as he hurt you. But, it still didn’t make you feel any better.
Trying to get your mind off Theo
you thought it wouldn’t hurt to go out for some drinks with your girls and try
to get a rebound. So that’s just what you did, calling about 5 of your best
girl friends and decided to go out to a club on the west side of the city aka
Brooklyn. They planned it before you could suggest not going to Brooklyn, plus
Theo doesn’t own Brooklyn so it’s not like you’re not allowed to go there. So
slipping on your tight black lace dress that came up just about to your mid
thigh and flares out on the bottom, and your nude pumps that laced up to just right
above your knee. Tossing your hair in loose curls and light but sassy makeup on
you were just about ready to go. You threw back a shot of Vodka and threw your
fake ID in your purse you were ready to go. Calling a cab you rode a short ride
to up town Brooklyn and met your friends out front of the club. The club was
called Club Echo and was very exclusive to get into but your friend Clair had
some connections so she got you guys in easy breezy. You looked hot and so did
your friends, you were sure you could get a cute rebound boy for the night. You
and your friends found a booth right in the center of the club where all the
action was. You knew you wouldn’t see Theo here because this was a very exclusive
club and clubs like this really weren’t really his thing.
A few drinks later, you were
feeling lightly buzzed but not any better about Theo. You knew you wouldn’t feel
better until you apologized to him. So you shot Scott a text and asked him
where Theo’s apartment was. He gave it to you but only after teasing you a bit
about how you want to know where he lives and being the ‘protective big brother’
he is, telling you to be careful. You thanked him and headed on your way to ‘try’
to find a cute boy to take home with you.
Sadly, by the end of the night you
had zero luck in the boy department and zero luck in getting your mind off
Theo. So parting ways with your friends you grabbed a cab and went on your
journey. When you got there you were impressed that you actually made it this
far. Just like the events before, it started raining and now you were the one surprising
Theo at his door. So sweet talking
the door man to let you in and the front desk lady telling her that Theo was
your friends and he really needs your help she finally gave you permission to
use the elevators. The ride up to the 10th floor was long and very
One knock, that’s all it took,
right as you were about to do the second knock the door swung open revealing a
very wet and naked Theo. You were shocked that he open that fast but he was
more shocked that you were there. He was standing there in all his gory, with
just a towel hanging loosely around his waist and water still dripping from his
toned frame. You starred again but this time it wasn’t just you starring. Theo
was very shocked on what you were wearing, in Beacon Hills you were not much of
a dress girl so the dress you had on tonight was something so different for him
to see on you. Looking back up at him his eyes were slowly trailing down but
snapped back up to your face with a dazed look. You mirrored him. “I didn’t know
where else to go.”
Plot: Reader has been held prisoner by Hydra and is discovered by Nat and Bucky. Post CA:CW (Bucky’s on the team, no one hates each other) Slight AU
Warnings: mentions of past torture/imprisonment, language, injury, shooting, violence, deaths….can’t think of anything else.
Words: ~3000 (i got carried away and felt bad for being MIA for so long)
A/N: Sorry I’ve been gone for a while. Hope this next part makes up for it!
You couldn’t be
completely sure given your terrible vision, but the man seemed to be smiling at
you which was weird since nobody ever smiled at you. People snarled,
growled, grimaced, hollered, spit, laughed, and sneered at you, but nobody ever
smiled at you. He’s probably not smiling.
The man took a step
forward, studying your tired, sunken eyes and the bruise patterns which
peppered your hollow cheeks. He cleared his throat and spoke in that soft
angelic voice again. “What’s your name?”
Didn’t we just go over
couldn’t help the furrow in your brow at these two new guards. Everything
they did was completely backwards. But it’s best not to argue.
You know that one episode of Gravity Falls when Dipper clones himself? I'm imagining that sorta situation when Wallid first learns he can clone himself even though that probs didn't happen lol its still fun to imagine it
I’ve never seen Gravity Falls myself, but I found this:
And I 100% think this is what happened with Wallid.
Hi this is your moderator, sorry for being absent for a bit, vacation plus best friend visiting equals limited time for tumblr. You cool cats submitted lots of good things and mentioned me in lots of hilarious posts while I was gone and I love you for it! Getting all that as well as my latest finds queued up for your enjoyment, expect daily posts to resume as usual. Thanks for your patience!
it would be interesting to see the boys and how they will react after certain situations.. with that being said, wonwoo+one night stand & morning after? (Sorry if the word part is really long hahaha)
so I hope this is close to what you were after! and no worries about the word part, it was just fine :D ♥
It was supposed to be a guys’ night out - Wonwoo had gone to a night club with some of his closest friends, having fun together being their main goal - yet there he was, staring at you while you threw him one flirtatious, playful look after another.
He wasn’t the clubbing type in general, so neither he nor his friends were all that surprised when he, little by little, drifted away from them and made his way to you, sitting by the bar with a drink in front of you.
“Not the nightclub kinda person?” he asked with a grin, a bit bolder than usual thanks to the alcohol buzzing inside of him. You smiled and shook your head.
“Not particularly. I’m as awkward as you were back there,” you said playfully, pointing at the loud group of guys Wonwoo had been with just a minute earlier. He chuckled and took a seat next to you.
“At least I’m not alone, then,” he said, slowly moving his gaze to you, and when your eyes met it was like electricity had run down his spine.
Now, Wonwoo had never thought of himself as a one night stand kind of a guy, but there was something about bringing you to his place, kissing you passionately while taking off your clothes in a rush and getting you to his bed that just felt incredibly right.
The night was everything he had needed, full of sloppy, hungry kisses, desperate hands exploring a new body and skin slamming against skin lewdly. It might not have meant much of anything, but Wonwoo enjoyed it enormously. He figured that you did, too: when you came around him, your face contorted a little and your nails dug into his shoulders, a long, hissed “Fuck” left your pretty, stained lips and his lips curved into an amused grin at that.
“So pretty yet you’ve got such a dirty mouth,” he grinned at you, eyes aimed at you although he wasn’t able to really see much in the dark bedroom of his. You panted and slowly let your hands down from his shoulders.
“You have no idea.”
Wonwoo wasn’t sure how one night stands usually went, so he didn’t know what to do afterwards. Thus, he ended up sleeping with you by his side - he did know that he didn’t want to drive you out at 3 in the morning - and on some level, expected to wake up next to you, too.
However, when he was met with nothing but emptiness the next morning, he couldn’t help but feel a hint of just that - emptiness.
Frowning, he thought back to the night. It had been enjoyable, definitely, but he couldn’t get rid of a couple of feelings: that he’d much rather have a repetition of the night before, but also that he was feeling… abandoned, knowing you had left him without saying anything, nor leaving behind anything. All that was left of his night with you was the slightly fuzzy memory, and he supposed the most annoying part of it all was that that’s exactly how it was meant to be.
“I’m definitely not the one night stand type,” he mumbled to himself and hid under the blankets.
Request: Dean getting really
angry with reader for doing something he told her not to, and when she tries to
confront him about it and apologize, he gets pissy with her, so then she
decides to sleep in her old room while he fixes his attitude. And one day she
notices that her blanket is gone, only to find Dean lying on the bed with it,
whimpering and crying over it. Then happy ending!
you so much @pepewinchesterfor requesting, I hope
this is what you wanted! Sorry for any grammar mistakes or typos.
Dean x Reader, Sam
Blood, Violence, not edited, cursing, Dean being a jerk
impala’s engine hummed loudly filling the angry silence. I sat in the back seat
holding a piece of cloth to my bleeding forehead. Sam sat quietly in the
passenger seat while Dean drove in quiet rage, his hands tightly clenching the
steering wheel and he avoided making eye contact through the review mirror. I
rolled my eyes at his immaturity and leaned my head back and looked outside the
window. The dark road only illuminated by the impala’s headlights while the
moon illuminated the empty fields that we drove by. My whole body ached after
my pathetic attempt of killing an angry spirit, but I didn’t dare complain. In
my defense I didn’t know it the very angry spirit of a 6’7 championship
wrestler. Sam awkwardly cleared his throat and neatly swept his hair out of his
face as he cradled his now broken arm to his chest. It was my fault he was hurt
and I felt horrible. The spirit was choking me, and Sam tried to stop him but
that only made the spirit angrier and snapped Sam’s arm like a twig. I had
apologized over and over but Sam said he had already forgiven me. Dean was a different story.
“So I-” Sam began but was immediately cutoff.
“Why the hell did you ago? I told you that you couldn’t handle it!” Dean’s
angry voice shook me down to my core.
“You aren’t my father Dean, you can’t tell me what to do! And I was handling it
just fine before you got there!” I yelled back angrily. Dean yanked the
steering wheel to the right and drove the impala off the road and recklessly onto
the gravel. I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car; I bit
my lip in attempt to keep my groans of pain from my movement quiet. I slammed
the impala door only fueling Dean’s fire. I ignored him yelling out my name
telling me to get back there and just kept walking down the road; Dean was out
of the car with Sam following close behind. He grabbed onto my arm spinning me
around to face him. I winced when his fingers tightened around the forming
bruises that the angry spirit had left. His hold softened but his eyes were as
pissed as ever.
“Hey! We aren’t finished here! I am not your father but I am your boyfriend and
when I tell you not to do something it’s because I’m trying to protect you! You
were getting murdered back there, what if Sam and I weren’t there to save your
ass huh? Sometimes you are just so stubborn and one day you’re going to get one
of us killed!” Dean yelled.
“Dean, stop.” Sam said in a quiet voice, and layed his good hand over Dean’s
shoulder but Dean shrugged it off angrily.
“No Sam, stay out of it. If she hadn’t gone to that warehouse like I told her
not to, she wouldn’t be covered in bruises and you wouldn’t have a broken arm
right now. Enough is enough, her recklessness and impulsive behavior is out of
control and I refuse to let her be the reason you get killed!” He said and I
knew he was right. I almost got Sam and myself killed. I yanked my arm out of
Dean’s grip and faced both of them.
“I am sorry! Is that what you wanted to hear?! I was wrong; I shouldn’t have
gone on this stupid hunt alone ok? …. You know what?! Don’t worry I’ll keep
my reckless and impulsive self away from you two.” I laughed bitterly and
turned my back to them and started to walk again.
“Y/N!” Dean shouted at me furiously. I flipped him off without turning to look
“Leave me alone!” I shouted rage burning through my veins.
“Fine!” he shouted back, “Get in the car Sam!” the doors slammed shut and the
impala roared to life, its black sleek body blurred right by me. The
familiar sting in my eyes started and the tears that I had been holding back
began to freely flow down my cheeks as I watched the tail lights disappear into
the night. I walked for about an hour until I finally reached the bunker and
even though I was cold, hungry, and in pain both physically and emotionally, I
refuse to let Dean see me crying over his words. If he wanted to be an ass then
fine. As I approached the bunker, I didn’t see the impala parked outside but
there were lights lit up inside the bunker and knew Dean was out later,
probably a bar to hook up with some stupid blonde. I walked down the steps and
pulled the heavy door open letting the warm air welcome me. Sam came running
out of another room and let out a relieved sigh. His hand was now wrapped and
he had his old cast duct taped closed around his arm.
“Thank God you’re home Y/N, we were worried.” He said. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
“Yeah right, Dean didn’t seem very worried when he left me, when both of you
left me.” I said resentfully. I pushed him aside and walked down the endless
hallway of the bunker. Sam’s giant body following me to Dean and I’s shared
“Dean was angry, he wasn’t thinking straight. I tried to get him to go back for
you but he just dropped me off here and left.” He tried to explain and I took a deep
breathe before turning around to look up at him. It wasn’t fair to be mad at
Sam for Dean’s actions.
“I know Sammy, I’m sorry, I’m just not having a great night.” I tried to smile
but Sam could see right through it. I opened the door to our- Dean’s room now.
I grabbed a clean pair of clothes and snatched my blanket off the bed. I walked
out of the room where Sam was patiently waiting for me. He arched a brow and
crossed his arms over his massive chest.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“While Dean adjusts his attitude, I think it’s best if I sleep in my old room.
Just until he cools off.” I said and he nodded. He walked me back to my room
and offered to clean my bloody forehead and other scratched but I politely
declined. I wanted to be a lone for a while and let out a good cry in peace. I
opened the door to my old room and stepped inside. It was exactly how I left it
but it felt odd to be in here again after not sleeping here for months. I set
my blanket on the bed and walked into the bathroom closing the door behind me.
I set the clean clothes on the counter and turned on the hot water for a much
needed shower. I caught my reflection in the mirror and winced. I looked like
shit…bruises littered my neck and arms from the spirits unbearable grip and I
began sporting a black eye with a split lip. All because I thought I could
handle it by myself, I knew Dean had been right when he told me not to go but I
got so angry that he barely ever let me hunt with them. I just wanted to prove
to him that I wasn’t weak and I could hunt with them without holding them back.
But I just made the whole situation worse. I sighed and shed the rest of my
clothing before stepping into the heated water. I took my time making sure I
was thoroughly clean and scrubbed my body until my skin felt raw. But the hot
water felt amazing on my sore muscles. Once the hot water ran out I knew it was
time to get out. I wrapped a fluffy towel around me and dried off. I was
putting on my pajamas when my fingers ran across the familiar fabric of Dean’s
old Led Zeppelin t-shirt that he had given me. I clutched it close to my face
and inhaled his faint smell that never seemed to fade no matter how many times
I washed it. I slipped it on and stepped out of the bathroom, the light was on
and Dean sat on my bed with his back to me. I padded across the room and around
the bed to look at him. His head was down but in his hands he clutched my
blanket rubbing his thumb over the soft familiar fabric.
“Dean,” I said and he lifted his head to face me. His green eyes seemed glossed
over and red surrounded them while a few tears escaped his eyes. I could smell
the whiskey radiating off of him and I knew he was drunk. I dropped to my knees
in front on him and raised my palm to his stubble-covered cheek; he closed his
eyes and took a deep breath.
“God, I’m so sorry Y/N,” Dean’s
green eyes seemed to glow in the dark room and even though he was drunk, I
could tell he was being sincere.
“I know, I’m sorry too Dean.” I
apologized and he nodded in response.
“I know I was being an ass but I was
just terrified that I lost you. I was scared that I was going to lose you and
Sammy. I woke up and you were gone and I really thought you would be dead by
the time we got to you and I-” he couldn’t finish what he was saying before
another tear escaped his eye. I immediately enveloped my arms around his warm
body and held on so tightly. He wrapped his arms around me and his hand cradled
the back of my head holding me closer as sobs echoed through the room and I
didn’t know if they were his or mine. He lifted me off the floor and I wrapped
my legs around his lean waist as layed us back on the bed. He tugged my blanket
over our bodies and held me next to his body. I layed my head on his chest and
listened to the recognizable heart beat that I listened to every night. His
handles gently ran through my hair and down my back before repeating the
“I love you Dean Winchester.” I
“I love you Y/N” he said and leaned
down to press his lips to the top of my head. I smiled and shut my eyes letting
my self drift.
hiii everyone! 💛 sorry for being mia the past week. things have been really busy, but i got a job which i’m very very excited about!
as for in better light, everything changes, i’ve had the last chapter complete for quite some time now, but i’m doing The Thing where i keep rereading it and liking it less and less every time i do so which has been keeping me from posting it. i promise it will be posted this weekend though!
Thorin has been through so much. Many of his close family members are gone, and he witnessed most of them die. After Smaug destroyed everything, Thorin was in charge of a homeless, grieving kingdom, while being in grief himself. The elves who were supposed to help him didn’t do anything, and therefore Thorin had to find the work he could to take care of his people. A huge responsibility lies upon his shoulders, and he has no one to guide him. Some time passes, and Thorin probably develops signs of post traumatic stress. Of couse he doesn’t know that this sickness even exist. Later, while searching for his father, whom he still believes to be alive, he meets Gandalf; Suddenly he is convinced to take back his homeland and kill a dragon. Doing this, he has to protect his most loyal friends two of which, is his nephews and heirs.
And then he meets Bilbo. A small, comfort-loving creature with acorns, handkerchiefs, bare feet and curly hair. Bilbo is a contrast to everything Thorin has ever experienced, but after all, Thorin hasn’t experienced a lot of nice things. Bilbo is nice. He is protective. He is amazing. While Thorin is dealing with one of the most serious and most dangerous times of his life, he unexpectedly falls in love with a little, peaceful hobbit.
A/N: This was only really briefly proof read sorry so sorry for mistakes :)
You walked into the Avengers Compound after having gone to the shops to get food supplies. You saw Nat sitting at the breakfast bar drinking as you started to put the things that you had brought away.
“Where’s Peter?” You asked her, as she looked up at you.
“Oh he’s out with Steve just sorting out something that came up while you were out.” She replied.
You nodded as you closed a cupboard. You were hoping to train with Peter later as you two were both friends being the two youngest. You guessed he wouldn’t want to now because he would be tired after the mission. He would have already done his training for today.
“Y/N?” Nat said putting down her drink.
“Hm?” You hummed, re-arranging the fridge.
“What is going on with you and Parker?”
You stopped and stood up facing her.
“What’d mean?” You said genuinely confused.
She sighed before saying, “Well we, I mean the whole team, just can’t help but wonder if you two are… you know…”
“No! No… we’re friends! That sounds clichè but no.” You said frantically.
“Okay.” Nat said. She sounded like she believes you but you saw a small flicker of a smile on her face before she solemly nodded.
You want back to putting the food away. The team are a lot (as you could imagine) so you had bought a LOT of food.
Suddenly a small ping went off from Nat’s tablet.
“Looks like they’re back.” She said stepping off the stool.
You both walks together to go and see them.
As you became closer to the doors that they had come in through, you started to hear shouting. You and Nat looked at each other and then started sprinting down the corridor.
When you got to Steve you noticed he was carrying a limp Peter. Blood was everywhere.
“Oh my god!” You exclaimed as you rushed to them.
As Steve lay Peter down on a sofa you noticed that Peter’s left leg had a massive gash all the way down it. Blood was continuing to pour out over the already black dried blood.
“Nat get bandages!” You yelled, “Lots of them!”
You quickly shook your jacket off your shoulders and pressed it firmly to Peter’s lag. He was in a dazed state but he moaned softly at the pressure.
“What happened?!” You said to Steve as he tried to help you tend to Peter.
“The guy had claws on his suit.” Steve said, “Sharp ones.”
You noticed Peter’s face was draining of all colour and his eyes were beginning to close. You couldn’t let him black out, it would be harder to wake him up again that way.
“Peter!” You said touching his face, “Stay with me, yeah?”
“Y/N…” Peter mumbled with a weak smile.
Nat came back with the bandages and started to clean Peter’s leg.
“Y/N?” Steve said. You turned to look at him, Peter’s blood over your arms and hands. “We didn’t complete the mission.”
Your eyes were wide as you stared at him.
“I had to get Peter back here so I need you to come with me to finish it.”
“But Peter…” You said.
“Y/N go.” Nat said, “I can get him to the infimary and sorted out, go!”
After one last look at Peter you followed Steve to get your gear on. Atleast you now had a reason to fight.
+ + +
Peter woke up with his head groggy. He was lying on an infirmary bed with an IV in each arm. That was probably why his head was groggy. He couldn’t move either of his legs and his while body felt like jelly.
“Jarvis?” Peter said his voice cracking a little.
“Yes Mr Parker?”
“Where is Y/N?” His last memory before he woke up was Y/N telling him to stay with her.
“She is out on a mission at the moment.”
“Okay could you ask her to come here as soon as she gets back.”
“Yes Mr Parker, but it seems that I have no need.”
“What do you mean?” Peter asked.
“Well Miss Y/L/N has just arrived back from her mission and seems to be heading this way right now. And judging by her speed she won’t be long.”
“Thank you Jarvis.” Peter said with a smile.
“Your welcome Mr Parker.”
+ + +
You finally came to a stop outside the infirmary room that Peter was in. You straightened out your hair as it was over your face. You had a few cuts and bruises on your arms but you didn’t care.
Breathlessly you knocked on the door.
“Come in.” Peter said from the other side of the door.
You opened the door slowly and closed it carefully behind you. You found that Peter was smiling widely at you and you could feel yourself start to smile.
“You survived then.” You said moving towards Peters bed.
“Yeah I did.” Peter said laughing softly.
“How’s your leg?”
“Dunno haven’t looked and can’t move it.”
You looked at Peter before moving the sheets back to look at his leg. It was covered in many many bandages.
“That’s why you can’t move it.” You joked.
You went to sit down but you noticed that there were not any chairs in the room. Peter saw you looking and caught on because he moved slightly to his right so there was space for you to sit on the bed.
“Are you kidding?” You said laughing but moving towards the bed.
“Nope.” He said grinning patting the spot on the bed next to him.
You rolled your eyes but climbed onto the bed next to him.
“You know this wouldn’t have happened if someone had had my back.” He said still grinning.
You blushed but said, “You had Steve.”
“He was preoccupied.” Peter said looking you in the eye.
“I was shopping.”
“We’re better when a fight together.” Peter stated.
“Someone had to shop…” You said.
“I’m just saying.” Peter put his head back and looked at the ceiling.
“Are you saying I shouldn’t go shopping for food?”
“No I’m just saying try to avoid doing it when stuffs gonna come up.”
“Oh yeah cause I have a crystal ball.” You laughed.
“Next time we fight together yeah?”
“Okay” You said smirking. You felt Peter’s hand slip into yours…