sorry if this one is a little hard to see~

Dating Draco Malfoy Would Include...

Originally posted by daz-zling-bling

I made one for Draco too :)


  • Taking months for Lucius to ‘accept’ you
  • S e x
  • You being the big spoon because even though Draco acts with a lot of pride, he still loves to be held
  • You refusing to get house elves
  • Draco understanding completely
  • Ruffling his hair
  • “Y/N, stop that!”
  • “But you look so cuuute!”
  • Draco soon loving it when you ruffle his hair
  • Having a pet cat that sometimes makes Draco jealous
  • “Sorry, babe.  No cuddles right now.  The cat got here first.”
  • *puppy eyes* “But Y/NNN!”
  • *smirks* “Maybe later.”
  • Then jealous sex (Don’t worry the cat has left the room)
  • You being able to turn him on in .5 seconds
  • Making fun of him for it
  • “You just get hard so easily it’s am–”
  • “SHUT UP!”
  • “Hehe.”
  • You giving Draco little kisses 24/7 which brighten up his mood anyday
  • Him being extremely protective
  • You being extremely protective
  • Lots of sarcasm
  • You being the one to come up from behind him and wrap your arms tightly around him
  • You being the only one Draco will show his shy vulnerable side to
  • Narcissa loving seeing you make her son so happy
  • Neck kisses
  • The professors at Hogwarts secretly talking about how cute of a couple you two are
  • Once in the Slytherin common room late at night you found Draco sleeping on the couch holding a small raggedy teddy bear
  • Never telling him you saw it
  • You being there for Draco after he gets his dark mark
  • He tries to distance himself from you during that year but you will not let it happen
  • Draco reminding you how much he loves you and cares for you every single day
  • Draco’s wedding vows lasting literally ten minutes
  • PDA
  • Him making sure no other man comes within ten feet of you unless he deems it okay
  • Stolen kisses
  • He smiles at you nonstop
  • You can make him blush
  • Like really red
  • That beautiful pale skin tinted pink
  • Deep talks in the middle of the night with two cups of tea
  • He loves making you laugh
  • You both love art
  • His behavior changes a lot depending on the people around him, but you always being there for him

Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!

Sorry for all the langst if ya don't like it buttttt..

SPOILERS AHEAD

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Can we just talk about the comic for a second? I would first like to pull into attention this panel

here they are talking about the sphynx’s riddle. Its a little hard to see, but that is in fact Lance talking. he mentions how his heart has been broken before but is now stronger. First of all, I thought like, holy quiznak thats out of character?? but maybe its not, maybe he is for once being real? I dont know, I might be over thinking this one, but its okay becuase overthinking is fun. To me it also sounds like maybe a cry for help, given the probable context of the next one.

okay, when I read this page, my entire being pretty much died. like, okay. Its pretty damn obvious here, not only is the sphynx calling lance out for being pathetic, but Lance doesn’t disagree. Again, something that is pretty out of character for this kid, given how he acted when they were rescuing the princess from earlier. This guy knows what goes on in Lance’s head, and after saying that, Lance couldn’t argue because he views himself as pathetic as well. this rounds back to season two when they are trying to get Slav out of prison, when he talks about being a seventh wheel.

I guess what I’m trying to get at is, Lance obviously has something going on. Not only is he homesick, but he can also feel himself being pushed aside, like he kinda was in season two, and kinda in general. and none of that helps with the self doubt and possibly even hate that he already has for himself. He is very good at not letting it show through, but I honestly think there are some serious mental issues happening with him. And, seeing as though this show isn’t afraid of making Shiro’s PTSD clear, I’m pretty sure that Lance’s insecurities are much much more than just that. That they are so bad that he feels he has to pretend to be someone else just to seem happy. 


But I could be completely wrong, he could simply be thinking about the thousands of hours hes probably wasted  watching cat videos. I guess we will find out though, huh? Just some food for thought, good night everyone!

(on a lighter note, I think o see some Klance goin on in the first pic too~)

Bts reaction to you having a choking kink

Request 1: Hi! Bts reaction to you holding on to him and thrusting up during sex while moaning. 💖💖💖thank you!

Request 2: BTS reaction to you asking them to choke you during rough sex? Thanks

There I go again with the mixing of requests.

WARNING: DADDY CONTENT. This isn’t a representation of sexual abuse. Is a version of two party agreement.


Jin

You were holding on him so tightly, even Jin was feeling the scratches on his back. And honestly it was getting out of control. You knew his back was his pride and any scratches you left on his back meant he can’t show his back for a while. Automatically his hand locked itself around your neck, gentely choking you. “I was clear when I said no scratches on my back. But you just never listen, do you?” He said as he thrusted so hard you choked out a moan containing the word “Yes.”

Yoongi

Yoongi hated when you were quiet during sex. He liked to hear you mewing and begging. It made him proud of his work, but sometimes you were keeping quiet on purpose, then Yoongi just snapped. Just like he did now. His hand wrapped around your neck touching the exact place to make your head lightweighted. “You wanna keep quiet? Fine. Now you won’t be able to say anything at all, huh princess?” with every word he delivered a new harder thrust and make your eyes water with tears, but after all, that’s why you kept quiet.

Namjoon

Namjoon hold a certain pride in choking you. He liked the whole idea of it. The way his fingers will just wrap around your neck, making your voice stop, was giving him such a strong feeling of pride that no one else knows how to touch you but him. When he wanted an answer he’ll loose his fingers giving you time to breath in which he just pound into you so hard, the oxygen will come out of your lungs. “Such a beautiful girl. Daddies girl.”

Hoseok

Hobi didn’t like to choke you honestly. He only did as apunishment, when you were such a bad girl, Hoseok just had to make you pay. He knew that no punishment made you behave like when he choked you. You were his little girl and when your oxygen was stopped you knew not to mess with him and that things were serious. But instead of letting you go, this whole situation turned him on even more and he thrusted into you so hard, you had to hold on to him.

Jimin

You both liked choking. He choked you somtimes to the brink of unconciousness. And just before you feel like you can take it anymore, he will loose his hand from around your neck. Gently kissing your neck over and over again. “Daddy loves you so much. You did great. I’m sorry if I went a little overbroad it’s just that I can’t control myself when you look at me with those eyes. Y/n baby, stop teasing, I’m trying to be gentle here. That was it! You want me to fuck you, I’ll fuck you.” H said as he thrusted in you balls deep, making you cry out loud.

Taehyung

Tae just loved choking you. That was it. It’s one of his biggest kinks. Thrusting hard into you, seeing your body bounce so hard because of the thrusts he delivered. Your hair messy, your lips chanting his name like a prayer, the diamond Gucci custom made choker shining on your neck. It was the highest class leather with diamonds on it. When he tugged on it, your face became pure perfection. “A beautiful kitten with a beautiful pussy are you? That’s right. Try to tell daddy how much you love it when he tuggs on it.”

Jungkook

Respect and discipline was all Jungkook asked for in the bedroom. No messy acts, no going out of line, unless…when you were so crazily beautiful, he just couldn’t control himself. Layed in front of him, naked, only the knee-high socks covering your feet. A beauty. But…disrespectful one. “You really had to do that? You really want to try my patience, do you? On your hands and knees!” But on your hands and knees he could control himself. He couldn’t, however, when you turned around, meowing like a little kitten, begging him to go a little faster. He lost it all. His hand wrapped itself tightly around your neck, his lips inches away from your ear. “Like this?” and the golden man just couldn’t let his pride get hurt, hwne he thrusted into you so hard, you became putty in his hands.


Masterlist

CONFESS YOUR SINS, LOVE OR WHATEVER EMOTION YOU FEEL TOWARDS WHOEVER. WHAT HAVE YOU IMAGINED? MOMMY,A.K.A ME, WILL LISTEN.

Also we are playing “Would you rather” so tag along.

*Requests are closed*

lettiekim  asked:

Hiii the story you wrote about Andrew and Neil that I asked for awhile ago was awesome even though I know it was a hard one. I was wo dering if you can do 98 about Ronan and Adam?

(that is SWEET and also I bastardized your prompt a little >:))

98: “I want to thank you for putting up with me. I know that I’m not the easiest person to get along with.” 

He’s locking up the repair shop with his arms full of backpack and keys clamped between his teeth when someone honks behind him. He startles so hard that everything landslides down onto springy wet grass.

“Sorry!” Gansey calls, head popped outside of what must be the pig, if Adam could see past the dizzy glare of the headlights. “I’m in a bit of a hurry. You’d better come sit down.”

Adam breathes deep, mentally slicing his evening into pieces like he always does when an expensive car rolls up and his name is called. He stoops over to gather the textbooks spilling out of his bag, the scatter of his few precious pens and his bike lock.

When he looks up, Gansey’s switched on his high beams to passive aggressively hurry him along. He slows down a little out of halfhearted spite.

Adam tucks his backpack through the headrests to the backseat and then leans into the front of the car to look at Gansey expectantly. He’s making a face that’s about as close to a grimace as a Gansey can get.

“Ronan ran away.”

Adam blinks. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Gansey breathes. Adam feels his newborn worry ebb and blink out.

“Well he’s at home, then. He’s not going to run far from the Barns.”

“That’s what I’d imagined, but he’s nowhere on Lynch property. Blue and I went on a merry hunt all afternoon.”

Adam feels his chest kick and fight and try to make a scene. “And you didn’t tell me until now?” He hates that his voice sounds like the raw insides of undercooked meat, like he’s delicate and bloody.

“Well we thought it was fixable, and you were at work—“

“I’m always at work, Gansey, and it’s never deterred you before. If my— if Ronan really did disappear—“

“He did,” Gansey says emphatically, and Adam frowns.

“Opal—“

“Knocked on my door at 6 am this morning holding this.” He produces a sheet of torn off looseleaf from his breast pocket and hands it to Adam gingerly.

Adam unfolds it.

Tell Adam I’m sorry.

He looks up, swallowing. Gansey’s watching him closely, obviously trying to gauge a response.

“At least he’s started apologizing,” he says weakly, a thin needle of hurt pinning his words together.

“It doesn’t seem like he’s starting anything,” Adam says, his anger and worry taking each other by the throat. “He’s giving up.”

“I think,” Gansey says, “that he’s very bad at grieving.”

“No one’s good at grieving. Not that you’ve ever had to know.”

Gansey recoils. He has a flighty look on his face like he would very much like to abandon this conversation if it weren’t taking place in his most prized possession. “I’m not the one that left, Adam,” he says pointedly, and Adam swears, apologizes, and climbs into the passenger seat.

“Take me to the Barns.”

Gansey looks at him sideways, and Adam would have the pity in his eyes for a punching bag. “He really isn’t there.”

“I know,” Adam says impatiently, “I’m going to steal his car.”

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Noiseless (MET with FemReader) fluff drabble

Originally posted by lightninglime

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): Guess who feels bad for not writing shit

Request:  Can another platonic mark x Tyler x Ethan x reader where the reader is very sensitive to noise and gets stuck in the middle of a large group of fans screaming for mark. And Tyler gets super protective trying to get her out of the situation. Sorry if I didn’t explain that well.

Warnings: You can bet your ass there is fluff and swearing sewn together with a mass amount of bullshit

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“Wow, today is really nice!” (Y/n) called heartily.

A group of six were making their way into a large park like area. Several clouds roamed idly against a blue background. The mass amounts of fluff blocked some rays of the sun, making the air perfectly warm and peacefully shady.

“Yeah! You really picked this one well, Mark.” Ethan commented.

Mark took a second to grin at him, triumph backing his gesture “I know, I’m just that great.”

Amy and (Y/n) laughed together after the youtuber had spoken. The blonde girl said “Pretty good for not checking the weather report.”

Mark had his cheeks puffed in response, allowing his smile to falter as he pouted childishly. The six continued to walk, swimming in a chorus of laughs.

“We are pretty late.” Tyler offered “There is most likely going to be a lot of people waiting…”

“Well sorry! I had to floof my hair!” Mark defended.

“For power.” (Y/n) added.

Sooner or later, they all crossed the large green field; drawing near to the park portion. Kathryn had said that they were planned to meet up at one of the large spruce trees in the area. Getting to the tree wasn’t very hard, though from just a little bit away, they were finally seeing how many people were really there.

A lot.

As they approached, a few began to see the youtubers and started cheering. A chain reaction caused most everyone else to scream as well.

A lot of the cheers were dedicated toward their ring leader Mark. Not very loud, until they were standing amongst the fans themselves. Mark was smiling gaily as he raised his arms, erupting more screams from the audience.

(Y/n) was shocked to hear how loud it was just standing in the center. She bowed her head in retreat, tucking in her shoulders.

Tyler was able to peer over and view her distressed image, not liking what he was seeing.

Ethan allowed himself to see her as well, and he wasn’t anymore happy about it. The blue haired boy went to tell Mark to have them quiet down. He found himself having trouble reaching him effectively; his small figure trapped within a sea of people. Mark seemed to enjoy suddenly playing conductor, using his hands to direct controlled screams.

Tyler wasn’t going to waste time on yelling at Mark, instead he took a chance on moving directly toward the female youtuber.

“Hey, (Y/n)!” he called. It was challenging to get his voice above everyone else’s.

The girl chanced a look at Tyler, eyes reflecting discomfort.

The tall brunette hastily moved people out of his path, being careful in pushing them aside. Once he was able to eventually get to the girl, he asked her gently if she was alright.

“I mean, I just can’t handle the noise…” she said, ducking her head a little lower.

To him, the screams didn’t seem to be awful, but that’s because he was literally above them. Then he got an idea.

In a soft, quick motion, Tyler scooped up (Y/n) as you would pick up a child and placed her on his shoulders. She was now out of the crowd and above all the noise, giving her a dull noiseless bubble. (Y/n) smiled greatly, holding onto Tyler’s shoulders as she strung her head back up.

What they were doing seemed to catch the attention of everyone else because the cheering slowed. Instead the air was pierced by giggling and laughs from both the audience and (Y/n).

“Whaaat are you two doing?” Mark pondered, striking a pose with his hands on his hips.

“You were being too loud, you asshole.” Tyler grinned.

Both Ethan and (Y/n) snickered again when Mark’s face came to a sorry realisation.

“Oh, shoot, I’m really sorry (Y/n).” he admitted sheepishly, giving her a lopsided smile. The fans surrounding him apologized as well, and offered hushed cheers.

“You can’t apologize for being a diva, Markimoo.” (Y/n) beamed, allowing herself to sway lightly atop of Tyler.

“I guess I can’t.” everyone ended up laughing along with the dark haired youtuber, a joyous atmosphere returning.

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(A/n): I wrote something today wow yay me

BTS Reaction: They talk about your insecurity in an argument

Request: Hi dear! 💕 Can I ask for a Bts reaction? With them saying a mean thing (hitting one of your insecurities) they didn’t really think during an argument and immediatly saying sorry after seeing your surprised/sad face. I’m sorry if this is hard 😰🌸💖

A/N: I’ve been looking forward to writing this, thank you for the request anon! ^_^ xx

Jin:

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

It had been such a silly little spat, you two hardly ever argued but maybe that’s what made the fact he said what he did hit you so much harder. The minute the words left his mouth your face turned grave, tears teetering, threatening to spill as time seemed to move in slow motion. ‘Jagi… Jagiya please look at me’ he would whisper, to ashamed of himself to speak properly. ‘Y/N I’m so sorry you know I didn’t mean to…’ he would rush all of his words, desperate to reconcile before he made things any worse. At that moment he honestly felt like the scum of the earth for hurting the one person he loved more than anything.

Yoongi:

Originally posted by infiresfan

Yoongi didn’t use his words often so when he did, they cut like razor sharp glass. As soon as the words fumbled from his lips he felt his stomach churn, not even daring to look at you as tears fell from your cheeks, the air knocked from you entirely. ‘Y/N...’ was all he could get out, speechless at how low he had stooped to use your own insecurity against you. He would have to take himself away from the situation, let it sink in that not only he had messed up big time but possibly lost your trust, using the biggest thing you trusted him with against you. That thought alone caused his heart to tear just a little.

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by thedurst

The consequences of what Namjoon had just done would weigh heavily on him immediately. He was supposed to be on your team always, the one you could always turn to and feel comfort in, not the one that tore you down. ‘Y/N, words can’t even describe how sorry I am… you know I think you’re perfect it was just in the heat of the moment…’ he dropped to his knees in front of you, so your hung and heavy head could meet his eyes, to try and show you how sorry he was, not that even he was sure he deserved your forgiveness.

J-Hope:

Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok

The moment he saw your tears, his would emerge to, a mixture of both regret and anger at himself weighing on him in equal measures. He was sure you would never trust him again, he wasn’t even sure you’d ever want to see him again, all he could think to do was wrap you in his arms and pull you against him tight, whispering soft apologies into your hair through the tears on his cheeks. He held you tight, like you would break if he let go, or worse, leave.

Jimin:

Originally posted by sugaglos

‘Y/N I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, it was so wrong. You know I don’t believe that, I say dumb stuff all the time, you’re the smart one!’ he would scramble at his words, trying desperately to say anything and everything to make up even 1% of the damage he’d done just with a few single, venomous words. Maybe he was toxic, maybe you were better off without him he thought. ‘Baby you know I think you’re kind, clever, beautiful, sexy, elegant…’ he’d carry on, bringing your chin up to greet the sincerity in his eyes.

Tae:

Originally posted by cmtae

The immediate defense he’d jump to is humor. To counter the slump in your shoulders and the anguish in your face he’d do anything and everything to try and make you smile again. In that moment, all he wanted was to be the reason for the happiness he so treasured in your eyes, instead of the painful spike of hurt he was seeing now. ‘Jagi! Aw c’mon jagi you know I didn’t mean that! Hey! Maybe we should go and get some ice cream! You remember that one time I fell over… near that restaurant… please just look at me… I love you…’

Jungkook:

Originally posted by imaginesbts

I’m not sure he’d quite know how to handle what he’d just done, he’d just know he had to back track and take back everything he said if he could. ‘No no no babe please don’t cry… I never want you to cry because of me ever, I’m sorry I said that it was my stupid mouth running off, I promise I’ll try and do better and be a better person for you because I love you, every part of you and never ever want to see you like this ever again ok? I love you. Please don’t be sad, I didn’t mean it.’ he’d fumble with the sleeves of his hoodie before, desperate for some kind of contact with you, pulling you into a soft hug and kissing the top of your head softly, rubbing your arms and trying to calm the situation down. 

Just a Little Too Late

Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean has to decide to save you or Lisa. (Set during 6x21)

Warnings: Oh boy, this one’s sad; get ready. Mentions of blood, torture, death, some spoilers and brief cursing.

A/N: I’ve been planning this angst for a while. Let me know how I did :)

Originally posted by spn-spam


“Coffee?” Dean offers, handing you a steaming cup. You grin; you’ve been researching this journal for hours and you need caffeine as soon as possible.

When you tap a sip, you splutter, choking on the liquid. “Dean Winchester, is there whisky in this?” He gives you a cheeky smile before shrugging playfully.

His happiness doesn’t last long before the phone rings. Dean’s face morphs into a state of horror in a matter of seconds.

As he hangs up, you look at him cautiously. “Dean?”

“Crowley took Lisa and Ben.”

~-~

“Hey”, you whisper, putting a gentle hand on Dean’s tense shoulder. His green eyes barely flicker toward yours. “We’ll get them out. Don’t worry.”

He only grunts in response, shaking out of your grip roughly. “Let’s go.”

The three of you slip into the warehouse, all splitting up. Sam gives you a cautious look, but Dean doesn’t look back. You have to admit, it stings. You and Dean hadn’t taken the final step to an actual relationship- you just stayed as really close friends. You had thought you had a chance, that is, until Sammy fell in the pit and Lisa and Ben kept him for over a year.

Regardless of the hurt you feel in you chest, you keep moving, keeping your salt gun aimed. It’s oddly quiet, that is, until you hear the sounds of multiple gunshots.

You swiftly head over to the sounds, noticing this is where Dean was passing. Stepping over the bodies of multiple demons, you head into the room. 

You arrive just in time to hear Lisa, or presumably a demon possessing Lisa, taunt Dean and Ben, holding a knife under her son’s chin.

You see Dean’s face morph into one of agony as her words sink in. You can’t take it any longer, so you aim your gun at her head.

Dean seems to hear and see you before yelling, “Y/N, don’t!”

Lisa’s head turns toward you, flicking her hand and crashing you down the stairs. Your vision blackens as soon as you hit the ground.

When you open your eyes again, you see Dean and Ben leaning over Lisa’s bleeding body. 

“Ben, grab the salt gun. I have to carry your mom.” Dean’s voice is like maple syrup- deep and thick.

Ben hesitates before meekly asking, “What about her?”

Dean pauses for what seems like hours, but was probably only a few seconds. 

“Leave her.”

At first, you can’t believe your ears. You and Dean were like glue, and have been for ages. He was the guy you know you could rely on.

You see Dean’s boots as he rushes past you. He doesn’t even look down.

With that, you vision goes black once again.

~-~

Dean sits in the hospital, gently holding Lisa’s cold hand. The doctors said she wouldn’t wake up, but he had hope.

Sam had pleaded with him to go back to help you, but he only responded with a “She’s tough. She’ll be fine. You’re not going in there alone.” Angrily, Sam had left the hospital, presumably to get coffee.

That is, until he got a phone call. He reluctantly lets go of Lisa’s hand before heading outside the room to answer the call.

“What?” He asks roughly, tone sharp and crude.

“D-Dean”, your voice shocks him a little, “I need help.” There’s a pause and choking, sounding like you’re coughing up blood.

Dean curses before looking over at Lisa. She’s safe now, he reassures himself before grabbing his coat and car keys.

~-~ 

When he arrives, the warehouse is silent, and the bodies are still there from yesterday. His wet boots squeak on the hard floor as he takes careful steps.

When he enters the room Lisa and Ben were in, he sees your battered body tied to a chair with your head lolled to the side. There’s blood everywhere- on your face, on your shirt, on your arms and legs.

He gently shakes your shoulder. “Hey, I got you”, he says while grabbing Ruby’s knife and slicing the ropes that held you in place. Your eyes glance up to meet his. “My hero”, you whisper, before your eyes flash black.

With your arm lifted, Dean flies to the pillar next to him, pinning him in place.

“It’s about time, Deano”, you tease, grabbing the knife that Dean had dropped.

He struggles against your strength, but to no avail. “Leave her alone”, he growls, his eyes and jaw hard.

You laugh hysterically, tracing the knife along Dean’s face. “Like you care! From what I recall, you left her here for…”, you look at your cracked watch sarcastically, “about 12 hours.”

You see Dean’s expression turn into guilt. Had it really been that long?

“Cat got your tongue? What’s the matter, Deano? Feeling sorry yet?” You mock, pouting dramatically. He stays silent, looking at the floor in shame. “You know what’s funny, Dean?” He looks up at you reluctantly. “I didn’t have to try very hard to torture her. I mean, come on, one of the only guys she’s cared about leaves her to save another girl? It’s priceless! Also, a little too easy, for my taste.”

Dean gulps thickly, tears forming in his eyes. “Gonna cry, Dean? Well get ready, because shit’s about to get real sad”, you smile raising the knife towards his throat.

Before you can land the final blow, your body stops, and your face contorts in pain as you fight to gain control of your own body.

You shakily lower your arms as Dean takes a deep breath and is released to the floor. Your body is shaking terribly, the demon already taking control again. 

You know you don’t have a lot of time. This demon is one of the strongest you’ve faced. If it takes control again, you know Dean’s blood would be on your hands forever. You know what you have to do.

You look into Dean’s beautiful eyes and whisper “I’m sorry”, before plunging the knife into your stomach.

You and the demon screech as the demon fizzles out of your body. You slump to the ground, knife leaving your hand as you struggle to breath. 

“Y/N, oh God”, Dean chokes out, crawling to your dying body. He puts his hands firmly on the wound futilely, his tears dropping in your face and shirt. “You’re going to be okay, it’s going to be okay. Stay with me. We can go to Bobby’s after you’re better and watch shitty movies all day, your favorites, come on babygirl, hold on”, he rambles, his eyes not leaving yours.

“It’s okay, Dean”, you pause as you cough up more blood. With your heart swelling for the last time, your last dying breath goes to a simple phrase.

“I love you.”

When Sam comes five minutes later, all he can see is Dean sobbing over your pale, crumpled body, simple ‘I love you too’s leaving his brother’s lips and filling the cold, dusty air.


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12.21 coda

doing the best with what i got here, friendos. grateful to this post.

it’s an extra long one because people seem extra pissed today.

Her eyes snap open past a sheen of cold sweat. It still clings to her forehead, soaks the back of her neck, tangles her hair. She can’t even bring herself to sit up for how bad she’s shaking. 

Mary has no option but to ride it out. She can’t help but think she’s done this before.

When the tremors pass she pushes herself to a sitting position. Hunched over, she fights the urge to vomit. She’s got a headache that she wouldn’t choose over a bullet.

The door clicks open. She lifts her eyes, but it’s a struggle to do so. Her vision is blurry.

“Hello, Mary,” someone says to her. She blinks. “How are we feeling this morning?”

Mary squints. Brown hair. Deep-set eyes. Fat wrists.

“Where - ” she pauses to cough. “Where is… she?” she asks.

The new woman in front of her tilts her head. “She?”

Mary winces. Her head hurts something fierce. “Ponytail,” she whimpers. She looks up and realizes that this woman is wearing a ponytail as well. 

But her hair is too dark. It’s not right. She’s never seen this woman before. Her gut just knows.

“I don’t know what you mean, Mary,” the woman says. Her voice is soft and sweet, lilting with the accent.

Mary closes her eyes. “What about… um. Ketch,” she says, pleased she can at least remember one name. “I want to talk to him.”

The woman’s eyes go sad, pitying in the most insincere way. “He’s indisposed at the moment, I’m afraid. But I’d be happy to talk with you, mum.”

Mom!

Mary hisses and falls back against her cot. The woman doesn’t move forward to help her.

Mary looks down at her lap. There’s blood smeared there.

A cut on her hand is open and stinging. The stitches have torn. 

Or… maybe they were already torn.

The woman sighs and reaches for the door knob. “It’s no good,” she says somewhere to her left. Mary blacks out a minute later.

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Club Brawls // KJ Apa

Can you do a KJ imagine where you go to a bar, and then he goes to the toilet and some guy keeps making really inappropriate comments and tries to take the reader outside to his car but then KJ comes back a gets into a fight and then the reader cleans him up afterwards, love the writing! X

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Fighting.                        

Word Count: 1,001w.

Characters: KJ Apa, Camila Mendes, Madelaine Petsch, Lili Reinhart, Cole Sprouse,

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The music made your heart thump and the adrenaline rush through your system. Your boyfriend, KJ, had been invited to the opening of a new nightclub in New Zealand. “I’m going to show you how my family parties.” He had told you while you were driving to the club, his hand on your knee.

Now his arm was around your waist and he made sure he had a grip on his lover. He had made it very clear that you were not to make out with anyone but him. (He had only said that because he had caught you making out with Camila, Madelaine and Lili a few times while you were drunk with them). But now, it was just you two in the crowd of the New Zealander nightlife. He pulled you through the crowd, heading right towards the bar and ordering you both a Jack and Coke. Since this was a grand opening, and KJ was invited, he had free drinks (thanks to the owner) throughout the night, so you both were quite glad, because it’s not a thing you’d like to waste your money on.

Three drinks later, you were sitting on the bar stool and KJ had his hands on your thighs, gripping them as he leant in to kiss you. “How are you liking tonight, Bub?” KJ asked, letting go of your thighs so he could grab his drink and take a sip before sliding it closer to you and smiling at you. “I’ll be back, just need to hit the loo.” He kissed your cheek, turning around and disappearing into the crowd. You pulled your phone out of your clutch, unlocking it and scrolling through Instagram, keeping an eye on the drinks by your side every now and then, also.

“Well, you’re a very pretty lady, aren’t you?” You heard a deep American voice, making you furrow your eyebrows. You looked up, seeing a tanned, black haired male with an eyebrow piercing and a few tattoos littering his neck and arms. You smiled, just to be polite and sat up a bit straighter, taking a deep breath. “You here alone?” He asked, making you shake your head in response.

“I’m here with-“ You got cut off by the male, making you frown.

I’m here with my boyfriend. My friends are just in the bathroom and I’m watching their drinks. Darling, I know the excuses and I know that you’re definitely not taken. So, why don’t you come with me outside, to my car and we can go from there.” He had grabbed your arm, a tight grip that was surely to leave a red mark. You swallowed the lump in your throat, hopping down from the stool.

“Okay, what the actual fuck!” You heard KJ’s voice, his hand landing on the male’s shoulder, bringing him around and facing him. Your arm was dropped and your heart started beating faster. KJ was much smaller than the male that was about to drag you outside, and that made you worry. “You do not, and never will touch my girlfriend ever again! Got it!?” KJ’s voice had become a bit deeper, (something that happened when he was mad), and his hands were balling into fists at his side.

“Oh, come on buddy, you scared that she was actually about to ditch you for me?” He laughed, making KJ’s breathing become quicker, and the vein in his neck was starting to appear.

“Mate, you might want to fuck off.” KJ was pushed at the shoulders after he said his sentence, causing the fake redhead to retaliate, pushing back, resulting in the two males throwing fists and yelling profanities. By now, the whole club was trying to break the two males apart, the owner had rushed out of his position behind the bar.

KJ had just received a blow to his face, causing his lip to split and start bleeding. The owner had pulled KJ away from the burlier male, both of their faces red and their knuckles covered in each other’s and their own blood. Grabbing your clutch, your hand landed on KJ’s shoulder, apologising to the owner of the bar and telling him you’d be in touch about the whole incident. “Come on, you. I’m taking you back to the apartment…” You said, leading him towards the car and making him get in the passenger seat. You took the keys from him, getting into the driver’s seat and putting the address into the GPS.

“I’m not going to lecture you about this whole situation, because I am most definitely not your mother. I’m definitely not disappointed in you because you were just protecting me from a situation I couldn’t get out of and I’m grateful for that.” You turned the corner and then looked at KJ, who was staring out of the window, his breathing starting to even out.

“I love you.” KJ looked at you, smiling softly.

“I love you too.” You replied, looking back at the road.

“Sit still!” You exclaimed, trying to hold the saline covered tissue to his split lip, but you were just met with sounds of discomfort and tears in his eyes. “Please, KJ.”

He took a deep breath, grabbing your free hand and squeezing it. “I’m sorry…” He looked into your eyes, making you shake your head and smile. “You’re okay, my darling.” You responded, leaning in to kiss his cheek and continue blotting at the areas on his skin he had wounded.

“Now please, don’t get into any more fights, please. I’m not really up to seeing you coming home one night and like, collapsing at my feet. You know?” You sighed, brushing his hair from his face and smiling softly.

“I’ll try, baby. It’s a little hard when all I want to do is protect you. Oh, and Cole. Gotta protect Cole.” He grinned, but winced right after since he forgot about his lip.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “And this is why I love you.”

Blood And Whiskey

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Summary: The Reader gets drunk after a bad hunt

Word Count: about 1.600

Warnings: Underage drinking

A/N: Shoutout to the amazing @nickiwinchester97 because I would have never posted this without her support and encouragement. I love you!!!

Also, this is my first fic, so feedback of all kind is greatly appreciated!

Originally posted by wonderfulworldofwinchester

“Do you need help patching something up?” Sam asked as he threw his duffel on one of the tables in the library. You shook your head no and went to your room, grabbing a random bottle of liquor from the kitchen as well as a small towel. You didn’t get hurt bad, just a gash on your thigh, you’d be able to fix that yourself.

When you came into your room, you let yourself fall onto the bed. For a few seconds your eyes were closed and it was dead silent, just a small sigh and your breathing filled the room. You were exhausted. It took you days to track those vampires down and when you finally found their nest, they were quicker than you or your brothers and killed the teenagers they’d kidnapped. It was useless.

Your hand ran over your face as you sat up and sighed once more. Okay, you had to admit that the gash on your leg was probably bigger than you had thought. It hurt a lot to get out of your blood covered jeans and you knew that it would hurt even more to disinfect it with the liquor. You took a closer look at it – Whiskey. Jack Daniels to be more precise.

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This Can’t be happening

Pairing: Steve Rogers & Readers three year old daughter x Team

Warning: This broke my heart. So I mean good look people. Good luck.

A/N: Heart Break Weekend

@chrisevansthedoritobastard   @holahellohialoha  @almightyunnie @imamotherfuckingstar-lord  @iwillbeinmynest  @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @goodnightwife @irepeldirt  @yourtropegirl  @bellejeunefillesansmerci  @buckyb-avengers  @winterboobaer  @mrhowardstark  @rileyloves5

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

She grips tightly to her doll as Uncle Clint helps her out of the car seat. He’s fidgeting and his face has that look as if he’s struggling to keep it together. Sarah hold his hand as they walk quickly across the parking lot walking through the big doors Clint’s hand squeezes around her little hand as they reach the desk, they mutter between the two of them the woman behind the counter and Clint, both looking down at Sarah who grips harder on her doll. Clint turns walking faster than Sarah who was struggling to keep up.

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EXO Reaction when you  are in a fight and you call them clingy

We always say stupid things when we are mad, better stay shut until you’ve calmed down. Xo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

*Doesn’t really know what to say* “Is that… so? I thought… you were okay with it…”

Kris:

“You… you really don’t mean that right? I think… we both need to calm down…” *Trying really hard here*

Sehun:

*Doesn’t speak to you in three days* “This is killing me… maybe I should talk to her… but she.. ahhhhh what to do… I’ll ask Vivi… maybe Vivi knows about relationships more than I do” *cutiepie*

Tao:

“Tch… this girl… you are clingy too so what?! We both love each other like that”

Kai:

*Cries with the boys* “She said… I was too clingy… I never realized… I don’t know what to do guys…”

Xiumin:

*Says nothing but is really hurting inside* “Did she really… mean that? Or was it just because… what should I do…” *Giving you space*

Baekhyun:

“I’m sorry jagi… I can’t help it… I love you to much… can we stop fighting please? And just. cuddle?”

Luhan:

*Literally him five seconds after you said it XD*

Chen:

*Definitely didn’t see that one coming* “I’m… what? Jagi… is that for real? I thought I was a little distant… ehh… this is so confusing”

Kyungsoo:

*This really hits him hard* “I’m clingy? Is it that bad? Should I keep my distance from now on?” *Probably will take him a while to open up again*

Lay:

*Kinda angry because of the fight but hurt but sad but wants just to kiss you and stop it but you said he was clingy so little lay here is having an existential crisis* “…”

Suho:

*Him that night* “Should I pay her a visit? Talk about this? No… probably she wants space… but… I don’t want to lose her… but…” *

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

anonymous asked:

What about the RFA + Unknown seeing MC's big scar, and she got it because she protected them during a dangerous accident or something??

Oh goodness 
These are gonna be after everyone’s good/after endings so spoilers ^^
Also this is going into how MC got the scars, and it’s in the second person POV, so I trigger warning for getting hurt I suppose? Not sure how to tag that. If there’s anything you want me to tag it as, let me know! 
OKAY so Seven isn’t in this because I’m having a major writers block on his. I intended to go back and add him, but everyone else is done and I hate this ask just sitting in the drafts, as I finished a while ago. So I’ll post this now, and when my brain works right again I’ll add him in. Quick thanks to the other monds for helping me with ideas~!
~Mod L

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Miscommunication

“Hi! May I please request an imagine where the reader feels like jax only wants her for sex so she decides to move on from him to someone else, and when he sees that he decides to tell her the truth of how he really feels about her? Thank you 😊😊❤️”

The sunlight bleeding through the window pulls you from your slumber, your eyes squinting as you try to adjust to the brightness. Turning to your side, you wish you could say you were surprised that your boyfriend wasn’t there, but in fact, you were used to it.

You and Jax had been seeing each other for around three months, after the two of you flirting for ages and then finally deciding to give things a go. However, things didn’t seem to be living up to your expectations.

You understood that you’d probably see him less, depending on whatever was happening with the MC, but it seemed like the only time he ever saw you was when he was feeling horny. He’d show up, you’d melt under his touch, he’d get off and then you’d wake up with him nowhere in sight, the pillow he’d been vacating as cold as ice.

Shaking your head in disappointment, you scold yourself for hoping that last night might’ve been different; it never is.

Refusing to continue feeling used and thrown to the side by the man who is supposed to make you feel the exact opposite, you pull back the sheets, jumping out of bed and going to get ready.

After showering, putting on some makeup and wearing your favourite jeans and shirt, you decide to go for a walk, hoping it will lift your spirits.

“Morning, (Y/N)!” You turn to the side, your hand sheltering your eyes as you see your neighbour, Chris, waving at you. Smiling, you walk over, deciding to try and make conversation for once. He’s fancied you since you moved in, but is quite a shy guy, the complete opposite to -

Before you think his name, you throw yourself into conversation, knowing that your task of distracting yourself might prove more difficult than you first thought. “Morning. Going someplace nice?”

“Not really, I’m just going to grab some coffee from down the block.” He stutters slightly as he talks to you, a light blush creeping up onto his cheeks. “Do you want to join me?”

Ready to turn his offer down like you usually do, you stop yourself, deciding that it will be nice to hang out with some new company for a change. “I’d like that, if that’s okay with you.”

“Really? I mean, yeah, that’s cool.” he replies, his best attempt at being smooth. You smirk, gesturing for him to lead the way.

The coffee shop is beautiful, quaint, soft melodic music playing through the speakers. Claiming a table in the window, Chris offers to get you your drink, not taking no for an answer. You look outside as you sit, the sun shining brightly onto the street.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” you whisper, noticing a certain group of bikers lining their motors up across the street. A cup being placed on the table brings your attention back inside, you smiling warmly at Chris as he sits down opposite you. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” he responds, his eyes meeting yours over his mug. You take a sip of your drink, the warmth of the liquid soothing you, your eyes returning to the men outside. They head into one of the shops, relief coursing through you, not wanting to see the President right now. “Is that your boyfriends club?”

“What?” you hum, not really paying attention to his words, running them over in your head and realising what he asked you. “Oh, yeah, well kind of. Sorry, just got a lot on my mind.”

He waves off your apology, you feeling like a bitch for not even paying attention to the sweet man across from you. “Don’t mention it. I’m not a stalker by the way, I just see him leaving your house sometimes. His sound of his bike little hard to block out.”

“Yeah, it is pretty loud.” you laugh half heartedly, your fingertips tracing the rim of your cup, your plan to rid Jax from your mind completely out the window. He’s all you can think about. He’s intoxicating, and you scold yourself for thinking you could stop wanting him so easily.

“You know, I’ve been told I’m quite a good listener.” Chris states, smiling comfortingly at you, as if he can see right through you. “If you ever need to talk about anything, I’m here to listen.”

Reaching across the table, you place your hand on top of his, not knowing that they were the words you needed to hear. “Thank you, Chris.”

“My, my, my. Isn’t this cosy.” you pull your hand back, as if you’ve been scalded, as you hear Jax’s voice beside your table. Looking up, you watch as his tongue runs over his bottom lip, a sadistic smile on his face.

“We’re just having coffee, Jax. He’s a friend.” you argue, finishing your drink and standing up. “Thank you for this, Chris. See you around.”

He looks between you and Jax, the look in his eyes enforcing that he’s there if you need him. Nodding in recognition, you leave the shop, a moody Jax hot on your trail. “Something you’re not telling me?”

You spin sharply on your heels, glaring at the man in front of you. “What? You jealous that there’s males out there that actually want to talk to me?”

“What are you talking about?” Jax questions, his brows knitted in confusion. You scoff, laughing sarcastically, your fingers running through your fringe.

“Haven’t you noticed something about whatever this is, hm?” you ask, gesturing between the two of you. He shrugs his shoulders, his hands shoved in his pockets. “You only come around to sleep with me, Jax. That’s the only time I ever see you.”

His mouth parts in surprise, the cogs in his brain moving, the puzzle solving itself. He reaches out for you, you stepping back, trying to keep his touch from meddling with your focus.

“No, Jax! We don’t talk, we don’t communicate. We barely look each other in the eyes unless it’s during sex.” You feel your body getting lighter as you vent, the weight on your shoulders getting slightly less heavy. “I like you, Jackson, but when I stepped into this, I didn’t expect it to be the way it is.”

He sighs deeply, looking around the street and itching at his facial hair, cursing under his breath. He steps towards you hesitantly, gently grasping your hands in his own, you letting him as he caresses your skin.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like this, (Y/N). I’ve just been so hung up on club shit, my mom, Clay.” You feel guilt creep up on you, realising you’ve probably been a little selfish about the whole situation. “I want this, babe, I want us to work. Let me try again, prove it to you.”

His eyes are nothing but genuine as he breathes you in, his words the same. You play with the rings on his digits, you timidly slipping your fingers between his larger ones before squeezing reassuringly. “It’s not just up to you. I should’ve just told you how I felt-“

His lips cover yours, his hands cradling the sides of your face as he kisses you passionately, his actions telling you what words can’t. You lose yourself in him, all of your negative thoughts washing away under his spell.

He pulls away slowly, placing a final deep kiss on your lips, his forehead resting upon yours. “Okay?”

Beaming, you wrap your arms around his waist, “Okay.”

Originally posted by journeyslegend

5. Being Attacked by Bugs

So andavs is not quite ready to post her art version yet (we already checked, the mind meld factor is not high…), but I wanted to put this up because it is a special gift for obriensnipples! Primarily as a belated birthday present, because she wanted Derek mowing the lawn shirtless but also because rough times suck and I hope this fic helps with that even if only a little bit!

So this next Not Quite Normal OTP challenge is for you, babe! I hope it brightens your day a little bit!

*^*^*^

Stiles’ summer vacation does not start out well. In fact, it starts out pretty poorly.

Okay, really, it’s a fucking disaster.

 Because, Stiles is walking out of Beacon Hills High, officially a Junior now that the final bell has rung, and he’s talking to Scott who keeps insisting that Junior year will be the year that he will finally ask Allison out and Scott has fallen behind to stare at her and Stiles keeps walking because Scott will catch up eventually, though Stiles is keeping an eye on him, and-

Well, that’s when he gets hit by a car.

Not just any car, though. No, when Stiles regains consciousness and manages to blink away the dark spots that take up 90% of his vision, he finds himself staring at the front of a black Camaro.

And the only black Camaro in Beacon Hills belongs to…

“Oh my god.” Derek Hale.

Derek Hale, the now-senior lacrosse player and subject of almost all of Stiles’ dirtiest fantasies.

He groans. And it’s only partly from the pain.

“Fuck.”

“Stiles!” Scott sounds frantic. “I’m calling an ambulance.”

“I don’t need,” Stiles tries. And then stops. Because he looks down to see his leg covered in blood and he has never liked blood and- well, he doesn’t complain when Scott stands up with the phone pressed to his ear.

“I’m sorry!” Derek Hale is saying and he sounds… angry? This is not how Stiles wanted his first interaction with Derek Hale to go. “You just- you just walked right into the road!”

“Dude,” Stiles replies, rubbing at his eye. “Are you really blaming me for this?”

“Not blaming you, I just- you walked right in front of me!”

“You hit me with your car!” Stiles winces at the sounds of his own voice. It’s too loud. Everything is too loud.

When he opens his eyes again, Derek’s eyebrows are draw together in concern.

“I’m sorry,” Derek repeats. It’s probably just the result of Derek’s ridiculously attractive face and Stiles’ epic crush on the kid, but Stiles forgives him instantly. Even though he’s getting colder by the second and he’s pretty sure that’s not a good thing.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, waving a hand and regretting it when the motion hurts his leg somehow. “I’m sure I’m fine.”

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official ranking of every vaporeon sprite on bulbapedia

good!! her fins are very nice and she is striking a nice little pose

much better in design! she looks more cat like which is very good and she has much more color! a good sprite all around 

strangely dog like and has odd fins on her legs. not too good but still enjoyable 

a good action pose and a very nice design! this one brings a smile to my face. Very Good

this one is perfect! her design is spot on perfect. she looks so ready to battle too!! 10/10 the perfect sprite 

somehow became cyan but thats okay! she is still ready for battle but a little more cautious this time. pretty good!

lots of Personality! she is doing a dance for us and it is very good!! this is a fun sprite and should be appreciated 

she has calmed down a lot. she looks much more regal like a real mermaid should. i like how it shows off her tail. a little boring but a good sprite none the less! 

i like how it shows the full length of her amazing tail! not much personality but it shows off how good looking vaporeon really is and i enjoy that

back to sitting but this one has a little more personality which is very good! mouth is open and she seems to have a happy expression!! im happy if she is happy

kind of lifeless which is sad. vaporeon should be happy and full of life!! not very good but still a good pokemon! 

Confessions

Originally posted by dailymilesheizer


Alex Standall x Reader
Request: I need some fluffy alex imagines 😭😭 I have another idea: Alex being drunk and he confesses his feelings for the reader and the next day he doesn’t remember anything.
Word Count: 1,186
A/N: Another imagine for my lovely! I’ve been working real hard on these and it’s so encouraging to see that people actually enjoy my work! It makes me feel so good and I appreciate everyone who has followed or liked or who have even taken the time to read my stuff. Sorry for any spelling mistakes, and don’t be afraid to send requests! They’re open, I’m doing ships, preferences and imagines! Enjoy! :)
Warnings: None
Bold = Alex, Italics = You

   You and Alex were sitting on your living room couch, watching one of you favorite Disney movies – The Little Mermaid. It was typical of you guys to spend your Friday nights like this, sitting on one of your living room couches, watching an old movie and binge eating snacks. Both of you have been extremely close for a while now. Alex was your best friend, but it hurt every time you thought about it because secretly you wished he could be more than that. There had always been that sort of spark between you two, but you weren’t exactly sure if he had felt it too.
   Halfway into the movie you got up from your spot on the couch, idea in mind, and walked over to the brown, wooden cabinet stabled against the wall. “What are you doing?” Alex questioned, raising his eyebrows in the cute, quirky way that you loved so much. God you loved this boy. “I thought, we could spice things up a little, yeah?” you pulled the liquor from the cabinet, and walked back over to sit down next to Alex. Taking your empty glass, you poured the clear liquid into your cup and then proceeded to fill Alex’s. “Cheers!” your glasses ‘clinked’ together, and you both downed your drinks. The alcohol hit you, and it was a good feeling, one that you haven’t experienced in a while. Setting your glass back onto the table, you picked up the 25 ounce bottle again poured some more of the vodka into your cup. You had stopped pouring yourself drinks after a few glasses, having no intention to get drunk, but Alex had kept going. You didn’t try to stop him, actually you couldn’t blame him. He had been going through some things and you thought that maybe he needed this.
   Your eyes traveled back to the television as you cuddled into Alex’s side. Besides the alcohol on his breath, he smelled so good. The oh so famous scent filled your nostrils, and you savored each moment of being close to him. By this time, he’d consumed about five drinks, and he was drunk. You giggled a little thinking about how much of a lightweight he could be, but you had found it adorable.
   “Did you know, (Y/N) that you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen?” His words made you heart beat rapidly. You were happy, but he was drunk, and that was what had disappointed you. Why couldn’t he have said these things sober? You smiled, but you brushed his words off, thinking they weren’t true. “Look at me,” He slurred. “Alex stop, you’re drunk.” He shook his head at your words, hooking a finger under your chin and tilting your head up. Your eyes bore into his as he continued his drunken confession, “I love you, and I want to be with you. You make me so happy…and-“Alex please just-” he put a finger up to your lips, stopping you mid sentence “and, I know you feel this too.” He snickered and leaned forward, putting his forearms on his legs. “This whole time I’ve been keeping you as a friend and I don’t want that, I want to walk down the halls with you hold your hand. I want to be able to kiss you in public, I want to be able to call you mine. So be mine…” It was your turn to shake your head, your heart was hurting because you wanted to take this. You wanted to be his, but he was drunk. He probably wouldn’t even remember any of this tomorrow morning.
You grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to your bedroom. Alex had come up behind you and wrapped his arms around your body, you bit your lip and pulled him down onto the bed with you. His breath was hitting the back of your neck, and for a second everything felt perfect. But you knew this wasn’t real. Light snores came from his part and it pulled you back into the reality that you were in. Your eyelids fell heavy, and you muttered the words you’ve always wanted to say to him before drifting to sleep, “I love you Alex.”
   The light from the sun peaked through your bedroom curtains, and the light blinded your eyes as you tried to sit up. You had forgotten that you’d fallen asleep with Alex, but you were surprised that his arms still held you against his body. His grip was really tight around your hips, and you struggled to get out of it. You heard a groan from him, and you knew that you’d woken him up. His arms went limp and you had finally gotten the chance to sit up. “Good morning” his raspy voice filled your ears and everything from last night flooded back to you. “Morning.”
There was little hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d remember something from last night. He placed his head in your lap and your fingers played with his hair. You wanted to ask him so bad, but you were so scared of getting hurt.
You’d decided to do it anyway, because even if he didn’t remember, maybe those words still held some truth.
“Alex, do you remember anything from last night?” He shook his head, “I don’t remember anything after getting drunk if that’s what you’re asking.” Your heart sunk, you knew this would happen but you couldn’t help but feel sad. “Do you love me?” “What?” “D-do you love me? Because I love you Alex, and you told me yesterday that you felt the same and I know you were drunk but I know it wasn’t a lie either so I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you say you love me, sober.” You rushed your words, and you knew that it was now or never. Moments of silence had passed and you had grown really nervous, “It’s okay, if you don’t feel the same-” “I love you (Y/N), and I really do mean that. I’ve been holding it back for so long because I didn’t think you’d feel the same way. We have a great friendship and I didn’t want to ruin it because I’d fallen for you.” You let your head hit the wall behind you, it felt like such a dream. But it wasn’t, this was different from last night because now you were living it. You were happy that you had such a person in your life. Everything was playing in your favor, Alex Standall was in love with you. “So be mine?” The smile on your face couldn’t have grown bigger, and you laughed. “Yes! Yes…yes.” Your breathing hitched and Alex just laughed at your response. You hit him with a pillow and fake pouted, “Don’t laugh at me!” Alex picked up a pillow and threw it at you, however you dodged it. You stuck your tongue out and him and ran down the stairs. He got up and continued laughing, jogging down the stairs to catch you. This was truly the blossom of a great relationship.

~A

Revenge

Dean Winchester x Reader

2100 Words

Requested by @super-not-naturall from the drabble prompt list. Requested #19: “And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.” With Dean

SO… I had already written #19 with Dean for another request, so I decided to make this one a little different. As you can see, it’s definitely not a drabble. It’s also pretty dark. Death, torture, definitely needs a warning. Sorry!

HERE is the list of drabble prompts that you can request from.

HERE is the list of drabble prompts I’ve already completed.

Dean’s POV

Growing up as a hunter, I never imagined I would live to see 20. Then thirty. Yet here I was, still alive and kicking. And falling for a girl, which I had never seen coming. Sammy, sure. He had a big heart, and it was always hard knowing he was never going to have that normal life that he so desperately wanted.

Even though it had been my father making the decision, drawing both Sam and I into this life before he could even walk, I still felt guilty. I was the one who had gone and gotten him from college. And from Amelia when I came back from Purgatory. I was always drawing him back in, bringing him back into this dangerous life that he had tried running from.

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Dae’s special high notes compilation from One Shot

You’re welcome xD

PS: you may heard little “crack”… it was my heart breaking because few of those vids are from the end of 2014 and you can see and hear frustration and tiredness T_T

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Try harder.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader
Word count : 1,341
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose.

Part 15 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’



When River walked in, you were sitting at the table. Dinner was ready to serve, and you’d finished setting the table yourself, but you weren’t eating, or serving. Your chair was turned, your elbow on the table and your head in your hand. “Mom?” You looked up, realizing River was back, not really knowing how long he’d been standing there. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t want to talk about it, River. Sit and eat.” You turned and were staring at nothing in particular.

“Are you mad at dad for making things work with Genevieve?”

“River..” You warned him.

“I’m sorry I pushed mom, I was sure he loved you as much as you still love him. But you can’t be mad at him for wanting to fix his marriage. You told me he wasn’t ours, remember? We have to let him go? So stop fighting with him! Don’t hate him for what he had to do!” You clenched your jaw, taking a deep breath and trying to keep yourself calm. “Just let him-”

“I’m pregnant.” You said it between clenched teeth.

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