stick a needle in your eye

Bestfriend Trouble (1/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)

A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.



“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.

“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.

“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.

“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.

“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.

“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.

“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.

“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.

Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.

Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.

“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.

“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.

“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.


The next day

I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.

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When They Can’t See (Part 1)

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Summary: When the reader is injured on a hunt and has trouble sleeping at night, she discovers that Dean has a lot more hidden pain than he let’s on…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,700ish

Warnings: language, injury

A/N: Hope you enjoy!…

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Dipped in Ink (Namjoon/Reader)

Prompt: REQUEST COMING THROUGH! Idk if you know what a stick and poke tattoo is, but I was wondering if I could have one with Joon where he gives the reader a stick and poke tattoo? I know he’s pretty clumsy but I feel like doing something like that for someone who he loves he’d be super careful. (if not pick any other member i’m cool with all my boys). I just think it’d be something sort of intimate cos it kinda hurts. and then maybe it could lead to some sexy times? THANKS LUV U

Genre: Smut

Words: 4K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: “You know,” He began carefully, voice lowering as he leaned back over your body, pushing the needle into your flesh again slowly. “I’ve heard that for some pain can be an aphrodisiac…”

Tags: Mentions of Tattooing (needles, blood, etc.), Dirty Talk, Mutual Masturbation, Daddy!Joon, Baby Girl, etc. 

Please note, I am no expert in the art of anything tattoo related, so please do not try to be rude if I messed up any of the details as far as that goes.

Originally posted by rapnamu

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Sorry, for making you guys wait for so long, but to make it up to you I think this is the longest imagine I have ever written. I hope you’ll enjoy. I also combined two reqests for this one. I hope that’s okay.

Request: Could you write an imagine about Ivar getting wounded in battle and the reader takes care of him? Thank you.

Request: Are you taking requests at all? If so could you do one where the reader takes control in bed and Ivar has to sit back and take it?

Warning: This contains smut and blood, the essentials of the Ivar fandom.


You pulled your sword back and the soldier in front of you dropped to the ground. You turned, looking for your next opponent but no one was there. It took you a moment to realize that there was no one left. The battle was over. The last few survivors of the once large hostile army were fleeing to save their lives. All around you the warriors started to cheer in triumph, you would have joined in but for some reason you didn’t feel joyful at all. You were still panting but the rush of the battle slowly died down. And as the adrenalin left you, the strange feeling that something was wrong only grew bigger. You tried to tell yourself that you were only worried because Ivar wasn’t beside you like usually. He always stayed close to you in battle and you were used to fight side by side with him, often even riding in his chariot with him. But today you had somehow been separated. In the immediate rush of battle you hadn’t thought much about it but now that you were calming down you felt worry sneaking into your heart. You looked around, hoping to spot Ivar somewhere.

You could see Hvitserk with a small group of warriors not far from you. They were still cheering and slapping each other’s shoulders. Ivar was nowhere to be seen, so you went over to his brother.

“Y/N.” He greeted, a wide smile on his face. “Good to see you in one piece.”

You nodded. ”You too. Have you seen Ivar?”

“Not since before the battle. Was he not with you?”

“He was, but we got separated.”

Hvitserk must have noticed your worried tone. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m sure he is okay. It takes more than a few Saxons to kill him.”

You gave him a half-hearted smile. “You’re probably right. See you later at the camp.”

With that you turned to look for Ivar again. You climbed up a small hill so that you could overlook the other side of the battlefield that was lying behind it. When you made it to the top you gasped in shock. You could see Ivar’s chariot, the white horse was covered in blood and had started to graze between the fallen warriors but Ivar was nowhere to be seen. You felt your stomach twist with fear. As you hurried towards the empty chariot you heard someone call your name. You turned to see Ubbe running up to you. By the look on his face you could tell that something was wrong.

“Where is Ivar?” You asked him, your voice sounding strange and high pitched.

“He was wounded. We already brought him back to the camp.”

Panic shot through you and you felt your legs start to tremble. “I have to see him.” You said, your voice shaking. Although you weren’t sure you could trust your legs to support you, you started to stride towards camp. As you walked past Ubbe he caught you in his arms.

“Y/N, wait. Calm down. It is not that bad. I’m sure he will be fine.”

“I have to see him.” You repeated stubbornly and tried to wind yourself out of his arms.

Ubbe looked at you with pitying eyes for a moment, but then let go of you. “Alright, I will come with you.”

You stormed into the tent where the wounded were treated and searched the rows of bleeding warriors. When your eyes fell upon Ivar you felt like your heart stopped for a moment. He was lying on his back with his eyes closed. As you got closer you could see that a long cut had gone through his armor. Blood was oozing out of it and running down his side. Cold fear began to rise inside you, but with it came a stubborn determination. You would not lose him.

“Why is no one tending to him?” Your voice was fierce and demanding.

At the sound of your voice Ivar opened his eyes. He looked tired and was a little pale but he smiled at you. You ran to his side and dropped to your knees, clutching to him as if your life depended on it.

He chuckled. “Are you trying to squeeze all the blood out of me, woman?”

You softened your grip around him. “I was so worried. When Ubbe said you had been wounded…”

“Shhh. There’s no need to worry. It’s nothing.”

Seeing all the blood that covered his chest and ran down his side, you weren’t fully convinced by his words.

Ivar’s eyes had followed your gaze. “I said there’s no need to worry. Most of that blood isn’t mine anyways.”

You ignored him and rose to your feet to stop one of the women that were hurrying along the rows of the wounded. Most of the women that did not fight in the shieldwall were assigned to take care of those who were wounded in battle.

“Why is no one tending to him?” You repeated your question from earlier.

“Because his wound isn’t that deep. We have much more serious cases to deal with first, so even a prince will have to wait.” With that she shoved you out of the way and scurried off.

You thought about calling her back when heard Ivar chuckle.

“I told you it is nothing. Do you believe me now?”

“No.” You said stubbornly and turned to Ubbe who was still standing close to the entrance, trying his best not to be in the way. “Can you help me bring him to our tent?”

“Why do want to bring him there?”

“I will take care of his wounds myself. Now come help me.”

You could see a pleased smirk grow on Ivar’s face, he seemed to like the thought of you tending to him instead of some old woman.

It was quite a struggle to get Ivar into your tent with him wounded and only Ubbe to help you, but you finally managed to lay him down on your bed.

You gave Ubbe a thankful smile.

“Do you need any more help?”

“No, thank you.” You said and he left the tent.

You turned back to Ivar and carefully opened the strings that held his armor together. Then you helped him to sit up to get it off him. As the hard leather scraped over his wound, his face twisted with pain but he didn’t make a sound. You took out your knife and simply cut open his tunic in order to spare him from having to move even more. You loudly sucked in a breath at what you saw. The cut went from his left shoulder almost to the middle of his chest. You examined it closely and were relieved to find that the woman had been right, it wasn’t too deep. What worried you was that it hadn’t stopped bleeding yet. It would clearly need stitches.

You rummaged through your things to find what you needed. Ivar hadn’t said a word since you had brought him here. He just kept watching you, seeming quite relaxed, a small smile on his face, almost as if he was enjoying himself.

“Why are you smiling?” You asked him as you stepped back to the bed.

“I just like to be the center of all your attention.”

“You won’t like it as much anymore once I stick that needle into you.”

He just shrugged and followed your movements with his eyes as started to carefully clean the wound. You were quite consumed with your work when you felt Ivar’s hand slide under your shirt. First you tried to ignore it and kept working but that got more and more difficult as his hand slowly slid up your belly and his fingertips ghosted across your breasts. You ignored the warm feeling that spread through you and fiercely grabbed his arm and pulled it out from under your shirt.

“Ivar, this is really not the right time. Please let me patch you up first.”

He grinned at you, full of mischief but placed his hand back on the bed, while you fumbled with the needle.

“Does it hurt much?” You asked him as you had made the first few stitches.

He shrugged. “I’m used to pain.”

You nodded, unable to stop your eyes from wandering to his legs. If Ivar had noticed, he ignored it. You forced yourself to concentrate on your work.

As you were almost finished you could feel his hand on your hip again, fingers caressing your stomach. He hooked two fingers into the waistband of your pants and let them slide along it until he found the lacing.

“Ivar, this is really not the time, you should rest.” You said as he started to fumble to unlace your pants.

He gave you a dark grin. “You asked me to let you patch me up first. That I did. Now it is my turn.”

“You have lost a lot of blood. You should rest.”

“I can’t. You look to irresistible like this.” He whispered and slid his hand into your pants. First you didn’t know what he meant but then realized that you were still as much covered in blood as he was.

You opened your mouth to protest and tell him that he really needed to rest, but that moment his fingers slid over your folds and the words caught in your throat. Ivar noticed your reaction and smirked, knowing that he had already won that battle. His hand cupped your sex and one his fingers sneaked between your folds stroking up and down. You moaned and couldn’t stop your body from moving against his hand. His skilled fingers found your sweet little knob and he started to circle his thumb around it. You moaned out his name at the exquisite feeling. As he felt your wetness spreading under his fingers, Ivar let out a pleased little groan. Your whole body was trembling as you pressed yourself against his hand. Much too soon for your liking Ivar retrieved his had from your pants. Since he couldn’t use his left arm terribly much he to break contact to slide his right arm around your waist and pull you into the bed. As soon as he had you pressed to his chest, his lips crashed onto yours. Without breaking the kiss his hand sneaked back into your pants. He drew a few more circles around your clit before he pushed one finger inside of you. Your head fell backwards as you let out a pleasured sigh. He started to move in and out of you, his pace slowly increasing. You moaned out loudly and rocked our hips to meet his movements, already feeling the heat building up inside of you. But all of a sudden he stopped. With his head he gestured towards you shirt.

“Take that off.”

You did as he had said and he sighed as your breasts fell free from the fabric. He started to move his hand again and at the same time his mouth found one of your breasts. He was taking turns in sucking at your nipple and letting his tongue swirl around it. Soon he added another finger and thrusted them inside you more forcefully than before. Your moans got louder and louder and you could feel the heat spread from between your legs through your whole body. He let go of your breast and looked at you, a devilish grin on his face. Then he curled his fingers upward while keeping up his pace. Stars exploded in front of your eyes. He was hitting exactly the right spot. You knew you couldn’t take it much longer.

“Ivar.” You panted between your moans. “I… I’m about to…”

“That’s right.” He cooed. “Come for me, Y/N!”

Hearing his words you let go and let yourself become consumed by the pleasure he was giving you. He kept moving his hand until you were coming down form your high. As the trembling of your body subsided he pulled you on top of him. You rested your head on his chest, careful not to bring any pressure on the fresh stitches. You lay like this for a while and he stroked your hair. As you shifted your body to get more comfortable, you felt his erection press against you. You looked up to him almost in surprise.

“After you have lost so much blood?”

He shrugged and gave you a crooked grin. “It’s what you do to me.”

You smirked back at him and moved to open his pants and pull them off his legs. You gave the top of his cock a teasing lick and then moved back up to kiss him again. Very slowly you worked your way back down, trailing kisses along his jaw, his neck and down his chest. Ivar followed each of your movements, looking at you in awe. When you were back down you gave his cock a long lick from base to top and Ivar let out a long sigh. You gave him one last playful smile before you took his member into your mouth and softly started sucking while stroking its base with your hand. Ivar let out low growling noises and tangled his hand into your hair.

You were surprised as he tugged your head upwards after a while.

“Enough.” He said, his voice was thick with lust but it still had a commanding tone. “I need to be inside you.”

You bit your lip and moved back up to straddle him. You positioned yourself over his tip and moved your hips so that your folds were brushing over him making just the tiniest bit of contact.

Ivar narrowed his eyes at you. “Stop the teasing, woman. You know I’m not a patient man.”

He put his hands on your hips, as if he was ready to pull you down on him at any second.

You shook your head at him and pressed his arms back to the bed. “You still have to go easy. You lost a lot of blood today, so relax and let me do the work.”

He gave you frustrated growl and you chuckled. “I think have already suffered enough today.” You decided and slowly began to let yourself sick down on him.

You closed your eyes and relished the feeling of his thickness stretching you out. As your hips met his he filled you completely and you took a moment to adjust before you slowly started to move. You rocked your hips against his and moaned at the feeling of him sliding in and out of you. Ivar’s hands moved up your sides to play with your breasts, while he watched you bounce up and down on top of him. As you started pick up more pace he seemed unable to control himself any longer. His hands closed around your waist and he pushed you to the side in order to get on top of you. You clicked your tongue disapprovingly and shook our head, while you fought to push him back down on his back.

“I said I will do the work, otherwise I will leave and let you rest like you should.”

You knew it was an empty threat, for you wanted this as much as he did, but it seemed to work. He gave you an annoyed growl, but relaxed and looked up to you expectantly. You smiled and nodded, almost in disbelief that he had obeyed you. You placed your hands on his broad chest and started to rock your hips again. Ivar’s hands moved to your hips again but he left you in control. You kept moving your hips against his and leaned down to kiss him. But before your lips touched his he slightly turned his head and licked over your cheek. Then he kissed you deeply and you could taste the blood he had licked off your skin.

“You taste like the goddess of war.” He breathed against your lips.

As you sat back up to pick up a little more pace, Ivar dipped his fingers into the small drops of blood that were still dripping out between the stitches you had made on his chest and drew a line from your throat over one breast down to your navel. Then he repeated his actions on the other side. When he was done he looked at you, seemingly pleased with his work before his hands went to your hips again, steadying your movements. You moved faster and faster while moaning out his name. The heated knot in your stomach was growing fast. Ivar’s grip on your hips became tighter and he roughly thrusted upwards to meet your movements. You could feel yourself tighten around him as you fell over the edge. You whole body spasmed for the second time that night, while Ivar’s strong arms held you in place as he kept pounding into you. You were still riding out your orgasm as he gave one last forceful thrust and then pulled you down on him, burying himself deep inside you while he spilled his seed.

Totally out of breath you collapsed on top him. You lay like this for a while, both of you panting heavily.

Now I feel like resting.” Ivar rasped as he wrapped his arms around you.

Made With Adrenaline

An angsty sterek drabble – written during a delirious 2am bought of inspiration – as promised♥ Based very loosely on this prompt.

rated G, 2.3 Also on ao3!

“Yo, dude.”

The mans eyelids twitch - an absent flutter that sets off a deep, nasally inhale.

“God, you could’ve told me you’d be passed out when I found you.”

Before his mind has caught up, his eyes open. He blinks, focusing his vision, performing a routine sweep of his surroundings. A little girl with a green beanie over tangly blonde hair is kneeling in front of him. He watches the pom-pom on the top of her hat bobble as she talks.

“I’m totally gonna be late for school. You said this would be quick.”

His eyebrows furrow. There’s a pressure in his head, the pulsing ghost of something forgotten that’s desperately trying to be remembered. He tries grasping for it and falls through air, and keeps falling, and falling. There’s nothing. No ledges or vines or steps to catch his bearing on.

He can’t remember.

He can’t remember in the way that, if remembering is a skill, a task to be performed, he’d have never been taught how.

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Button Eyes


“Blind” your subject, so they no longer wish to spy upon you. This spell is a tad bit aggressive, so I am going to label it as a curse. It is based upon the Coraline book/movie.

What You’ll Need~

  • 2 buttons (Black is traditional)
  • A Needle
  • Thread (Red or Black)
  • Cloth/Paper


  1. Write victim’s name on the paper/cloth. Better yet, draw them, or just their face.
  2. Say (or think with intent) “Twitchy witchy little brat, with buttons on each eye, stick a needle through each hole and no longer shall they spy.”
  3. Sew on the buttons. If you drew the person/their face, preferably sew it over their eyes.
  4. Done!!!
Trouble - Halsey.

Would you bleed for me?
Lick it off my lips like you needed me?
Would you sit me on a couch with your fingers in my mouth?
You look so cool when you’re reading me

(Sangrarías por mi?
Lamerías mis labios como si me necesitaras?
Me sentarías en un sillón con tus dedos en mi boca?
Te ves tan bien cuando me lees)

Escorpio, Capricornio.

Let’s cause a little trouble
Oh, you make me feel so weak
I bet you kiss your knuckles
Right before they touch my cheek

(Vamos a causar un poco de problema
Oh, me haces sentir tan débil
Apuesto a que besas tus nudillos
Justo antes de que toquen mi mejilla)

Aries, Sagitario, Géminis.

But I’ve got my mind made up this time
Cause there’s a menace in my bed
Can you see his silhouette?
Can you see his silhouette?
Can you see his silhouette?

(Y esta vez tengo mi mente decidida
Porque hay una amenaza en mi cama
Puedes ver su silueta?
Puedes ver su silueta?
Puedes ver su silueta?)

Cancer, Libra, Virgo.

And I’ve got my mind made up this time
Go on and light a cigarette
Set a fire in my head
Set a fire in my head tonight

(Y esta vez tengo mi mente decidida
Ve y enciende un cigarrillo
Prende fuego mi cabeza
Prende fuego mi cabeza esta noche)

Acuario, Tauro, Aries.

Would you lie for me?
Cross your sorry heart and hope to die for me?
Would you pin me to a wall?
Would you beg or would you crawl?
Stick a needle in your hungry eyes for me?

(Mentirías por mi?
Prometes y esperas morir por mi?
Me clavarías en una pared?
Rogarías o te arrastrarías?
Introducirías una aguja en tus ojos hambrientos por mi?)

Escorpio, Capricornio, Leo.

Let’s cause a little trouble
Oh, you make me feel so weak
I bet you kiss your knuckles
Right before they touch my cheek

(Vamos a causar un poco de problema
Oh, me haces sentir tan débil
Apuesto a que besas tus nudillos
Justo antes de que toquen mi mejilla)

Aries, Sagitario, Géminis.

But I’ve got my mind made up this time
Cause there’s a menace in my bed
Can you see his silhouette?
Can you see his silhouette?
Can you see his silhouette?

(Pero esta vez tengo mi mente decidida
Porque hay una amenaza en mi cama
Puedes ver su silueta?
Puedes ver su silueta?
Puedes ver su silueta?)

Cancer, Virgo, Libra.

And I’ve got my mind made up this time
Go on and light a cigarette
Set a fire in my head
Set a fire in my head tonight

(Y esta vez tengo mi mente decidida
Ve y enciende un cigarrillo
Prende fuego mi cabeza
Prende fuego mi cabeza esta noche)

Acuario, Tauro, Aries.

Don’t forget me, don’t forget me
I wouldn’t leave you if you’d let me
When you met me, when you met me
You told me you were gonna get me
Don’t forget me, don’t forget me
I wouldn’t leave you if you’d

(No me olvides, no me olvides
Yo no podría dejarte si tu me dejas
Cuando me conociste, cuando me conociste
Me dijiste que ibas a tenerme
No me olvides, no me olvides
Yo no podría dejarte si tu…)

Piscis, Cancer, Virgo.

And I’ve got my mind made up this time
Cause there’s a menace in my bed
Can you see his silhouette?
Can you see his silhouette?
Can you see his silhouette?

(Y esta vez tengo mi mente decidida
Porque hay una amenaza en mi cama
Puedes ver su silueta?
Puedes ver su silueta?
Puedes ver su silueta?)

Cancer, Virgo, Libra.

And I’ve got my mind made up this time
Go on and light a cigarette
Set a fire in my head
Set a fire in my head tonight, tonight, tonight
Set a fire in my head, tonight

(Y esta vez tengo mi mente decidida
Ve y enciende un cigarrillo
Prende fuego mi cabeza
Prende fuego mi cabeza esta noche, esta noche, esta noche
Prende fuego mi cabeza, esta noche)

Acuario, Tauro, Aries.

Originally posted by nooverflow


Rain has drops
Sun has shine
Moon has beams
That make you mine
Rivers have banks
Sands for shores
Hearts have heartbeats
That make me yours
Needles have eyes
Though pins may prick
Elmer has glue
To make things stick
Winter has Spring
Stockings feet
Pepper has mint
To make it sweet
Teachers have lessons
Soup du jour
Lawyers sue bad folks
Doctors cure
All and all
This much is true
You have me
And I have you
—  “And I have you” by Nikki Giovanni
Be Patient - Min Yoongi/ Hospital Patient!Yoongi

Summary: You’re a new intern at St. Mathis Hospital and Min Yoongi is your first and most annoying patient.


Comedy/Fluff/Angst/Smut (later on)

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Length: 1893

                                                    CHAPTER 1

The day you started your internship went a little like this - your alarm clock didn’t go off, your cat peed on the floor in the living room because he’s a dick, and you couldn’t remember if they told you to bring scrubs, or just wear them. ‘Today is not the day to look stupid, Y/N.’ So you hurriedly threw your blue scrubs in a plastic bag before taking off down the stairs.

The feeling of total and utter trepidation didn’t hit you straight in the gut until your taxi pulled up to the entrance of the hospital and oh dear god, what if you accidentally kill somebody today? What if you stick a needle in the wrong vein and the vein bubbles up and the patient has a venous air embolism that causes strokes and heart attacks -

“Miss?” The taxi driver says, his eyes scrunched up with annoyance as he turns his rather large body to look at you, scrutiny written all over his aged face. You realize then that you’ve been staring out the window of the car up at the glass structure, where it towered over your head and looked menacingly ominous.

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“Don't Worry Mom, My Boyfriend Isn't Give Me a Homemade Tattoo” Grayson Dolan

“Don’t Worry Mom, My Boyfriends Not Giving Me a Homemade Tattoo” Summary: Y/N gets a homemade tattoo by the lovely Grayson Dolan 

 Warnings: None, talk about needles but that’s really it 

 a/n: I wrote this because my dumb ass got myself a homemade tattoo and I was reminded of the Instagram photo he posted of Ethan giving him one so, here ya go. I feel like this might be kind of a weird plot but.. I mean.. 

“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this to me”, your forehead in your palm and your wrist in his hand.

Grayson smirked slightly and looked up at you through his long eyelashes.  “You are the one who wanted this”.

“Yeah I know”. You breathed heavily and leaned back in the chair that Grayson had instructed you to sit down in. Grayson was currently sterilizing your wrist, ready to give you the stick and poke tattoo that as of about 15 minutes ago, you didn’t even really want. You and Grayson were getting ready to go to bed when you started tracing the lines on his tattoos, when you got to the one that Ethan had given him a while back. “Did it hurt?”

“Hell yeah it did”, he chuckled a little bit on how dumb it was that he got it in the first place.

You continued going over it with your fingers, slowing putting Grayson to sleep.

“Give me one”.

His eyes shot open. “What?”

You looked at his now very alert face, “I want one”.

He sat up slightly, you following, leaving the place you had on his chest. “Are you sure? I mean it was really last minute and it really fucking hurts”.

You laughed slightly. “Yes I’m sure”. You moved yourself so you were straddling him, arms wrapped around his neck. “I’m a big girl”, you moved your face a little closer to his. “I’m sure I can handle the pain”

This calmed him down a bit and he chuckled and said, “Alright, if you insist. But if I hurt you, you’re not aloud to hurt me”

So here you were. In one of Grayson’s shirts, him still in his grey sweats, a needle only a few inches away from your skin, ready to ink a heart into your wrist that really had no meaning to you except for maybe the fact that Grayson was the one to give it to you. You couldn’t stand to look at it, so you focused on a picture that was hung on the wall. It’s not that you had a fear of needles, you just naturally prefered when one wasn’t in your skin.  “Please don’t fuck up”.

He was currently outlining where the heart would go in Sharpie. “Your lack of hope in me is insulting”, he was joking but you could tell from the tone in his voice that he was concentrated, on not doing just that. ‘How’s that?”

You looked at where Grayson had just been tracing, and there sat a small heart, nothing special, but you liked it. “Yeah that’s cute”.

“Okay”, he reached for the needle that was currently attached to a special and thread. “This is how much of the needle is going into your skin”, he put the needle closer to your face could see a good half an inch sticking out, you grimaced at the sight. “I haven’t started yet so if you are going to back out at anytime, it should be now”.

You looked at him directly in the eye, seriously thinking about backing out now that you’ve actually seen the needle and seen the mark that would permanently be on your skin. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, “just kiss me first”.

Grayson laughed slightly and leaned over to kiss you, calming you almost immediately. “Ready”, he asked taking his spot back on the stool he was positioned at earlier, picking up

“No, but go anyways”, you now had your face in your palm, blocking your view of what was happening.

The first poke took you off guard, “ahh”. It wasn’t really a scream, more of a surprised release of breath. You pulled your face off of your palm and looked at Grayson with your mouth open.

“I told you”, he defended himself. “Do you want me to keep going”, he reached his hand over to put the needle on a nearby table, almost sure that you were going to say you didn’t want to do it anymore.

“No!” Grayson opened his mouth wide at your eagerness. You closed your eyes and let out a breath. “Just please go as fast as you can”.

Grayson kissed your wrist, “Alright”, he placed the needle right next to where he poked you earlier, “here we go”.

The pain hurt, but it was tolerable. You found that not looking at it caused it to hurt more, so you made sure to keep your eye on the needle and on Grayson. He got to a really sensitive part on the very top of your wrist and you couldn’t help but let out a whimper. Gryson looked up at you for a second and then back at your wrist, “I’m almost done baby girl”. It felt slower than it actually was, and by the time he was done you were nearly covered in sweat.

“Alright”, he said leaning back to examine his work. “Done”.

You breathed out through your mouth and brought your wrist closer to your face to look at it.

“Like it?” He looked hopeful and he pulled your wrist back down dragging a sanitary wipe over it, which didn’t sting as bad as you thought it would.

“Yeah, I love it”, you scooted forward so you were closer to his face and he wrapped his arms around your waist, smiling, relieved that you liked it. “I hate you for that though”.

He pulled back with his hands in the air, “hey, I warned you, this is all on you”.

You laughed and brought your hands to his face, his finding where they originally had been. “I know, I’m joking”. You finally kissed him, relieved to feel a sensation that was claiming instead of painful. You pulled back, “but I never want you to do it again”.

He laughed, “faire enough”.

After wiping your wrist again with a sanitary wipe and placing saran wrap over it, he took you back to bed. You laid down next to him, placing your head comfortably on his chest and placing your wrist above you head, staring at the ink shaped heart. “You did really good”.

He smiled and kissed the top of your head. “Thank you. You did too. You handled the pain really well”.

You scoffed. “Are you kidding me, I almost vomited”. He chuckled above you, causing you to smile.

“Well thank you for not doing that, I would have felt bad”.

You snuggled closer into his torso, intertwining your legs with his and snaking your arm around his waist. Slowing his fingers danced up and down your arm, calming you. “Thank you”, you murmured, eyes still closed and head still placed on his chest.

“Anytime, love. Go to sleep”. You let out a content sigh and snuggled closer once more. You slowly fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, leaving the mark on your wrist with some sort of meaning.

Welcome To The End Of The World

Originally posted by brothersinsync

Summary: The reader wakes up one day after an accident and finds herself in a nightmare scenario…

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader (eventual)

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warnings: language, zombie apocalypse, mentions of blood & death

A/N: If you’ve seen the show you might have noticed I used the start of TWD as a basis for exposing reader into this world…

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Mark Imagine - Head Boy

A/N - I love writing AUs so much especially when they’re set in a fantasy setting like Harry Potter oml literally so fun to delve into another world like this. Hope you all enjoy this one! I didn’t add the friends catching them at the end just because I really liked how it ended and didn’t want to make the scene feel awkward from my bad writing lol

Can i request a scenario with mark I loved the ravenclaw one.. can you write where he’s headboy and Y/N is headgirl of Ravenclaw but they are very competitive so people think they hate each other but someone catches them making out?

Being the head girl of Hogwarts was something you were extremely proud of. Throughout your time at Hogwarts, you had been determined to do your best and become an amazing wizard. Being appointed head girl by Professor McGonagall had been one of your best memories since starting Hogwarts all those years ago and what pleased you even more was that another Ravenclaw had been made head boy. When you found it who it was though, that excitement quickly wore off. It was Mark Tuan, the boy you had been competing with since your first year at Hogwarts. When it was time for prefects to be elected, the two of you had been arguing and were insanely competitive about your roles. All the other prefects and Ravenclaw students had grown accustomed to it and no long tried to stop you both from arguing. It was always amusing though when a bright-eyed little first year saw the two of you fighting for the first time and ended up trying to break up the fight. Now that you were head girl though, you wanted to put that feud behind you and just be civil with him. Not friends, but acquaintances at the very least. 

“(Y/N)! McGonagall wants us to look after some second years who’ve been causing trouble,” Mark called over to you from the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room. You were in the middle of writing an essay and wanted nothing to do with these second years but knew that the headmistress would be after you if you didn’t go with him. Sighing, you sent all your notes back up to your room with a quick flick of your wand and walked over to Mark, not bothering to fake a smile. 
“Come on, smile! We’ll be spending the next hour or two together!” His teasing grin only made you scowl more. 
“Exactly why I’m not smiling. I wonder if one of these second years has some needles I can stick in my eye to help bear the next couple of hours with you.”
“So mean, am I really that bad?”
“Yes. Now does McGonagall want us to fetch them from her office?”
“Yeah, apparently this is her new form of punishment: make the head boy and girl deal with them.”
“I don’t see why she can’t just send them into the forbidden forest for an hour with Hagrid or something, that’d sort them out just right. Teach them more of a lesson than we could.”
“You don’t need to tell me, I can remember having to go in there for detention once with Jackson.”
“Ooh, I remember that! Head boy had detention, how naughty.”
“As if you’ve always been a golden child.”
“I’ll have you know, Mark Tuan, that I’ve never had a detention.”
“Oh please would you stop your bickering and come into my office!” McGonagall’s voice sounded from the entrance to her office. Neither of you could see her but knew from the tone of her voice that she was not happy.

Hours later the three second years were still with you and Mark. All five of you were just done with everything and wanted to go back to your dorms for the rest of the day but unfortunately that didn’t look like it was going to be happening any time soon. The three kids weren’t misbehaving or anything but were just incredibly bored of helping you two out. You’d got them organising some old student records that Filch had been complaining about being messy and untidy. Both you and Mark had started with helping them out but then left them to do it since it was their detention and not yours. Now that everyone had been stuck in the same room for two and a half hours, you were all pretty antsy. By the time you all finally got out of there, tensions were high and you and Mark stormed into the great hall bickering even worse than usual. A lot of people’s heads were turned towards you both, all too knowing of the fights you’d have. Things had been going well recently too but now it was explosive. Luckily there weren’t any teachers around to witness it all happening. As you sat down with your friends, Mark sat close by since a lot of his friends were close with your little group. As everyone chatted and ate, you and Mark spent the whole time trying not to look at each other, scowling whenever you did meet eyes.

“Okay, I have had enough of this! Why can’t you two just get along? I get that you’re both too competitive for your own good but please, just try and not shout at each other!” Your best friend said, sounding exasperated with the bickering. Mark didn’t say anything and just looked down at his plate, too embarrassed to address it. 
“Sorry guys,” you apologised before standing up. “Mark, I think you and I should talk things out for a bit.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you right now.”
“Mark, don’t be so bloody stubborn and just go with her. I don’t care if you two fight and argue but as long as it’s away from us.” Mark listened to her and got up to follow you out of the great hall. You knew that you shouldn’t argue so much because not only was it affecting your friendship groups, but it also wouldn’t do any good for your reputation as head boy and head girl.

As you found a quiet corner near the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room, that’s when everything got even worse. Now there was no filter on your words or his and all of your feelings were coming out into the open. You’d never argued like this before and you weren’t entirely sure why you were fighting or what even started this competitive feud between the both of you. There was an uncomfortable silence hanging over you both now that all the pent up frustration had been let out. You spoke quietly, not wanting to set Mark off again. 
“Why do you hate me so much?”
“I don’t hate you.”
“But we always argue and fight. It only makes sense that you hate me.”
“Well I don’t, (Y/N). I know you hate me but that’s not how I feel about you.”
“I don’t hate you either, Mark.”
“Why do we always fight so much? If we don’t hate each other then why are we constantly bickering?”
“I don’t know but I know I don’t like it.”
“Me neither. It sucks, actually.”
“Yeah. I guess we are just too competitive.”
“It doesn’t have to be like that though. We can always work on things and actually try being friends?”
“I don’t know if that’ll ever happen, (Y/N). Some people just aren’t meant to be.”
“You make it sound as if we’re a couple or something. But we can try to at least be nice to each other.” Mark stepped away from you, his expression blank and cold. 
“No. We should just not talk to each other, that’s better for us.”
“No it’s not. Why are you backing off as soon as I mention the idea of us being friends? I knew it, you do hate me don’t you?”
“I told you I don’t hate you.”
“Then why are you so repelled by the idea of us being friends, Mark?”
“Because if we’re friends then it’s just a constant reminder that you’ll never like me back the same way I’ve liked you for years!” He shouted, tears seeming to form in his eyes. 

His sudden confession struck something inside of you. No wonder he often acted the way he did, finding ways to tease you or cause fights. So that he had a reason to avoid you and not become closer, only to be teased by his own feelings. You stepped closer to him, not saying a word and reached out to hold his hand comfortingly. Looking him in the eyes, you smiled at him before leaning closer to kiss his soft, warm lips. The kiss was brief and soft, a small exchange of pure, vulnerable emotion. You leaned back, not knowing where to go from there, only to have Mark decide things for you. He pulled you in closer and kissed you, much more passionately than before. You eased into the kiss and just let everything go. All that time bickering had felt wrong and uncomfortable but this. This. This was right.

Not the Needles (Auston Matthews)

Anonymous said:

can you do #62 from the drabble list with Auston matthews where the reader doesn’t want to go into the doctors office to get a needle or something like that please? I love your writing btw

#62: “I’m not going in.” - “Then we’re not going to get a treat after.”

Word count: 1435

Warnings: Mentions of needles, mentions of medical care facilities, mentions of Stranger Things (no spoilers, I promise).

Author’s note: This is way longer than I meant it to be, so it’s more of a full out imagine than it is a drabble. 

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You wake up to a sudden fit of coughing for the third time this morning. As you sit up, desperately trying to catch your breath, you hear Auston at the door to your apartment.

“(Y/N)? You okay?” He asks.

“I’m…fine…” You wheeze, grabbing a blanket in hopes to stop your chills as you shuffle to the door. You slowly open it and force a weak grin to appear on your face.

“Oh sweetheart, you look absolutely terrible! I thought you said you were better last week?” You shrug.

“Yeah, because that’s what every girl wants to hear from her boyfriend.” You’re so congested that it takes Auston a second to decipher what you said.

“Do you have a fever?” You outwardly sigh as Auston lays a freezing hand against your forehead, the cool providing instant relief. “Jesus, (Y/N), you’re burning up! C’mon.” He gently grabs your shoulders and steers you towards the couch, where you basically fall, already starting to doze again. “Where’s your thermometer?” Auston says gently, stroking your cheek.

“Bathroom.” You mumble. You can vaguely hear Auston rummaging around before he appears in your line of sight again.

“Here.” He holds it up to your mouth. You take it from him and stick it under your tongue, waiting patiently for the beep. When the thermometer finally beeps, Auston takes it from you, his face instantly going white. “When was the last time you checked your temp?” He asks.

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no you girls

[jason dean x reader]

author’s note: one of my jd fics has like 500+ notes currently and i’m so surprised cuz i didn’t expect my jd stuff to pick up much traction. y’all wanted to see more, and i’ve finally delivered! hahaha. this is the song i used as inspo, it doesn’t fit the timeline but whatever lol

word count: 1,071

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Requested by: @its-another-fan-acc
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2K
Warnings: Angst, fighting, swearing

A/N: This was longer than I anticipated, whoops!

~~Third person POV~~

The room full of scientists and agents falls silent as the cylindrical tube slowly raises, letting mist pour out. Everyone was nervous, unsure how the asset would react when defrosted, but Madam Hydra stood tall, her shoulders squared and face blank from expression.

She nods towards two agents, who tentatively step forward and unlatch the asset from the cryo chamber. The asset was starting to come to, the frost in her hair melting and her skin breaking out in goosebumps. She tries to keep herself upright, but her aching muscles made her slump against the agents, who were tense and scared.

“Prep her,” Madam Hydra barks at her agents, who nod and carry the asset off to an adjoining room. The scientists take their cue and follow suit, readying themselves for the possibility of erratic post-cryo behaviour.

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Scattered Memories (Part 1)

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Character Ship: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 2004(Far too long)

Summary: After Hotch gives your team a rare long weekend you head home, but you never make it. You wake up 13 hours later in the same spot you blackout at, but something is different. 

Warnings: None descriptive rape, kidnapping, angst, eventual PTSD

Author’s note: I’ve been working on this for two days before realizing how long it was getting to be a one-parter, this won’t be as long as I plan on making my Trials and Tribulation’s series -two/three parts at the most.

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Bite Me: Part 6

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a vampire looking for his next meal, and you happen to cross his path in the most perfect way. However, one taste of your blood has him reeling in disgust. Never has he met a human with blood that tastes as horrible as yours. He has the perfect plan to help fix that…

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader

Warnings: some mild cursing

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3      Part 4     Part 5

Your friendship with Bucky had flourished over the last three months. Whenever he wasn’t walking you home or breaking into your apartment, he was visiting the bookstore during your shifts. He was still annoying as ever, but it was definitely more tolerable after your little bonding session while you were sick.

You learned quite a bit about Bucky as well.

He actually wasn’t that old. He had been turned in his 20s during World War II, so he was barely 100. Fairly young for a vampire. He still didn’t like talking about how he was turned or where he had been before New York, so you knew better than to keep bringing it up.

He loved science and the stars, so you had surprised him with a nighttime trip to the Museum of Natural History as a way to say thanks for all the food and supplements he had been buying. He had acted like a kid in a candy store, hopping from one exhibit to the next, reciting interesting facts from memory and from the little plaques on the walls.

And today was also his birthday. You had gone over every present idea you could think of, but nothing seemed right. You were running out of time too. He was coming to walk you home after the end of your shift at the bookstore in less than 10 minutes, and you had nothing.

“What do you a get a vampire for his birthday?” you randomly asked the succubus in front of you.

“You could always let him suck your blood,” she suggested, giving you a sly wink. She leaned forward to grab her bag, gently tracing her fingertips over the top of your hand. She seemed surprised when her touch had absolutely no effect on you.

“Sorry,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m asexual, so I’m pretty much immune to you.”

The succubus let out a little “hrmph” and stomped out of the shop. You couldn’t help but laugh; that wasn’t the first time being ace had had its benefits. As you closed up the shop, you considered her words. Perhaps she was actually onto something…

You bounced eagerly as you watched Bucky approach the shop. “Happy birthday!” you exclaimed. “How old are you now? 150?”

He smiled and cleared his throat. “Just 100.”

You grabbed his hand and led him behind the bookstore to the alley where you first met. “Eh, close enough,” you replied. “Anyway, I have a present for ya.”

“What’s that?” Bucky asked as he looked around the alley. “A trashcan? Geez, doll, you shouldn’t have.”

You shoved his shoulder and rolled your eyes. “No, you idiot.” You pulled out a vial of dark, red liquid and handed it to him. He unraveled out a small scroll that revealed the words “Happy Birthday Bucky” in a fancy script. Bucky’s eyes widened when he realized what it was as he swirled the vial around and examined the liquid.

“Are you serious?” he asked.

“No, I gave you a vial of my blood for fun,” you shot back. “I just figured you should taste whether or not all your hard work this year has been paying off.”

Bucky shook his head. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Duh, that’s why it’s called a present,” you replied. “Seriously, Bucky, I don’t mind. Besides, I stuck a needle in my arm, this isn’t going to waste.”

Bucky gulped partly due to nervousness and partly due to excitement. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t been curious about how your blood tasted after the last four months. 

He opened the cap with a small pop, and tilted it back like a shot. It was sweet and viscous, just how he liked it. Definitely much better than the first time he had tried to eat you. He quickly wiped the blood off his lips.

“Well?” you asked. “Better?”

“Meh,” Bucky replied, cheekily.

“Meh?” you yelped. “Meh?! I’ve been taking those stupid supplements and eating that food for MONTHS, and all you can say is ‘meh’?!” You glared at him and punched him in the shoulder. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” Bucky replied, linking his arm through yours and walking out of the alley. 

You scoffed lightly and couldn’t help but smile up at him.

“Nah,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I really don’t.” 

“See?” Bucky teased. “Besides, doll,  just think, without my help, you would have undoubtedly killed some poor soul with your repulsive blood.”

“Well unfortunately, it didn’t kill you…” you muttered.

“I think the phrase you’re looking for is ‘Happy Birthday, Bucky, of course I’ll treat you to ice cream for all the hard work you’ve done!’”

You rolled your eyes and giggled. “C’mon, Barnes, let’s go get some ice cream. My treat.”

Bucky’s mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ as he held in hands to his cheeks. His eyebrows scrunched up and his voice took on a high pitch as he pretended to be surprised. “Why doll, ice cream? For me? You shouldn’t have!”

“Bite me, Barnes,” you huffed.

“If only you’d let me…” he lamented.

“Not gonna happen.”



“Just a nibble?”

“You just drank some of my blood!”

“How can I know it’s really yours? I mean, I didn’t see you stick the needle in your arm. For all I know, you could be lying.”

“God you are the WORST!”

You continued to bicker as you walked to the ice cream shop, but your words held no malice. Yes, he was insufferable, and yes, his motives were a bit ridiculous. Was he a vampire? Sure. Did he try to eat you once? Maybe. But he was still your friend. 

And somehow, you really didn’t mind. 

A/N: So that’s the end! Nothing super dramatic, but I hope you enjoyed the series! Thanks for the sweet comments!!

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Other Me (Bucky X Fem!Reader) *Platonic

Characters: Bucky X Fem!Reader

Universe:Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Needles, stabbing, blood, death

Request: Can you write one where the reader joined the avengers before Bucky. He sees her as sweet, shy and innocent but during missions she’s a complete psycho? After missions its like nothing happened. So he asks Steve about it and he says she’s like that cause before missions they take her off her meds that keep her in check. If she doesn’t have them she’s kinda over the top angry.

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Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

“Hey Buck, ready?” Steve asked. Bucky nodded, grabbing his gun and getting on the plane.

Bucky had been in the avengers just over a month now. He settled in quickly with help from Steve. However he made a close friend: You. You had been an avengers a few months longer than Bucky. You were really sweet with him, complimenting his metal arm, and challenging him to pick you up with it and arm wrestles. He liked how quiet your voice was and how you didn’t really speak up that much, and how it seemed to get quieter in larger groups.

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Do You Have To Do That? (5/?)

Pairing: The Avenger Team x Reader (This will probably turn into a Steve x Reader)

Warnings: None so far

A/N: I have decided to re-write this for those of you who had started it, I’m going to start over I’m keep the first part and possibly a good portion of the second. But I am going to take it in a different direction. If you want to be tagged let me know, I’ll glad you add you.

(Sorry this has taken me so long with writing this!! I hit a major writer block with it till last night. I’m about to start part 6 for this today)

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“Hey.” His voice echoes off the empty pool, your head jerks up looking behind you. Steve is leaning in the door way, the pool lights reflecting off him and the shadows playing making him look mysterious in the half light and shadows.

“Hi.” You smile before looking down at your legs that had turned to tail, when you placed your feet in the water. You had been there for a while, watching the city below through the glass walls. You hadn’t heard Steve come in, feeling awkward and out of place suddenly.

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Winchester brothers~ Idiots

Title: Idiots

Pairings: Winchester brothers x diabetic reader

Word count:1,631

Request:Omg omg omg you’re back!!! I would love one (random I know) but the reader has diabetes and is using her insulin but the boys don’t know and think she is using drugs?

Anything. That was what you could share with those brothers…Anything. They were your best friends, you joked around, flirted, teased each other, they were your life, your entire world and yet you kept one of your biggest secrets from them. 

It wasn’t because you didn’t trust them, or because you thought they’d tease you, it was because you were embarrassed. Whenever Sam scolded you about eating bad and how you should eat healthy otherwise it would catch up to you it always made you burn with heat, you could never tell Sam now, imagine the ‘I told you so’s’ he would deliver. He’d baby you forever, always making sure you were okay, eating right…

You could never tell your closest friends that you had diabetes. It was kind of ironic that you fought everyday to stop vamps and demons from killing you when all they had to do was take away your insulin. 

You always made sure you took it in your room, door closed, locked. There was no way the brothers were ever going to stumble across your secret. 

You were so careful, so sure they would never see you doing it that you had forgotten to make sure they never saw the needle by itself. But along came the giant moose screaming door the roof about his precious laptop. 

‘’(Y/n)? Have you taken my laptop again! I swear to god!’’Sam yelled as he pushed your door open before pacing into the middle of your room. He knew he shouldn’t have been going through your thing but he needed his laptop and you were the last one who borrowed it. 

Sam bent down, hand cupping the skirting of the bed as he pushed it aside and checked under, he groaned silently when he realised it wasn’t there. He got up, checking in draws, under your quilts… and then he spotted your duffel lying carelessly on the floor. He made a relieved face when he saw the edges of his laptop peeking out from the bag. Sam bent down, retrieving his laptop as he tugged it up only for your bag to spill over and all it’s contents spill out. 

Sam sighed, pushing the laptop onto your bed as he knelt down, scooping up your screwed up clothing and carefully placing it back into the bag. Sam grabbed your old book copy that you always carried, halfway through putting it in your bag when he froze. He spotted something odd sticking out under a sock. 

Gingerly, Sam removed the sock, his eyes widening as he let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding as he carefully picked up the needle without getting himself pricked. He held it to eye level, whatever was in there was definitely empty now. Sam felt a wave of emotions hit him, he wasn’t sure how to feel. He stood up, fingers nervously wiping at his jeans as he looked around the room, should he really snoop through your private things?

Sam shook the thought out of his head, he had too, to make sure he wasn’t actually seeing what he was…well… seeing. His fingers locked under multiple draws as he sighed, closing them, stomped before he paused and turned to your trash can. He knelt down, grabbing some tissue between his fingers as he used it to gently move things around. He froze once again, a sight of countless needles all used laying at the bottom. Sam’s jaw clenched, he wasn’t sure what he was feeling but it wasn’t good. 

Sam, obviously, went straight to Dean who was ready to defend you the moment Sam said ‘guess what I found in, (y/n)’s room’. Dean was always like that, he always picked your side even though Sam was his brother, he couldn’t help it, you had never left him like everyone else had, he felt a strange need to always protect you, even from Sam sometimes. 

‘’No. No way, there’s no way that (Y/n/n)’s a druggie, okay, Sammy. You know she hates the thought of it’’Dean scolded his younger brother for the stupid thoughts. Sam looked at Dean with a slightly agitated expression before it softened. 

‘’I know, Dean. I didn’t think so either but we also didn’t think I’d be a demon blood junkie either’’Sam added as Dean was immediately silence. Dean paced around as he groaned, hands raking through his hair. 

‘’No, man, no. I know what you’re saying but no. I mean she’s doesn’t even seem all hyped up or anxious or whatever’’Dean defended again as he paced. Sam shrugged. 

‘’Dean, sometimes drugs just make you relax not all have the same effect as weed’’Sam explained as he dropped into his chair. ‘’What else could it be, Dean?’’

The older Winchester turned to face his younger brother as he looked utterly hopeless. ‘’Botox?’’He offered before sighing and waving his hand at the look Sam cast him. ‘’Yeah, yeah, I know’’Dean grumbled. 

Sam who had that ‘bitch face’ still on his face sighed slowly. ‘’We gotta talk to her, Dean. Let her know we can help her’’


The moment you stepped through those bunker doors you knew something was off. Dean was sat, brooding in his chair as he stared at a newspaper that his eyes didn’t even follow. Sam was sat at his end of the table, scrolling through his laptop but his face was contorted into sadness and pain and your immediate thought was that there had been a brother fall out. 

‘’Hey, you guys okay?’’You asked cautiously, slowly stepping into the tension filled territory. Sam looked up, jumping slightly. 

‘’(Y-Y/n)’’Sam called loudly, gaining the older winchester’s attention. ‘’H-hey’’Sam smiled nervously. You squinted your eyes at him, turning to look at the older one who simply looked away with red cheeks. 

‘’Hey…’’You trailed off, dragging out your words to show you were wary as you sat down, placing the plastic bag on the table. 

‘’You okay, (Y/n)?’’Dean asked, voice firm but not strict. ‘’You feeling okay?’’He asked. You could see that look in his eye, the pained one where he watched someone he loved hurt themselves and you looked back and forth between the two brothers. 

‘’Are you two?’’You asked, changing the subject as Sam frowned.

‘’of course we are’’Sam offered as he leaned forward, watching you. You caught his gaze and he immediately set you with a soft smile. ‘’You know you can come to us about anything, (y/n)’’Sam added. 

You sighed, getting up and holding your hands in the air. ‘’Okay, I don’t know what’s going on with you two but I hate when you get like this, call me when you’ve got the weird out of your system’’You mumbled with a slight tease but also a hint of irritation to you as you walked to your room only to notice Sam and Dean quickly jogging behind you. You turned around slowly, narrowing your eyes. 

‘’Can I help you?’’You asked, eyeing them as Dean rolled back on his heels. 

‘’Nope. We’re good, why? you hiding something in there?’’Dean questioned but the teasing smile didn’t quite reach where it normally did and Sam elbowing him caught your attention. You nodded. 

‘’It’s official, you’ve both lost it’’You murmured before opening your doors and not being surprised when the two giants followed you in. You sat down on the edge of your bed, heeling off your shoe when Sam and Dean sandwiched you between them. ‘’Okay, I’m getting worried’’You joked.

‘’(Y/n), we know’’Sam whispered softly, his eyes big and round like a wounded puppy. You watched him, trying to figure it out. 

‘’Know what…’’you trailed off more confused than ever. Dean sighed, rubbing his face. 

‘’We found the needle’s, (y/n)’’Dean interjected as your face dropped. The two brothers watched you as you looked at the floor ashamed, playing with your fingers. 

‘’So you finally found out’’You laughed sadly as Sam’s hand rubbed your shoulder. 

‘’(Y/n), why didn’t you tell us?’’Dean whispered with hurt, something you hated to do to him. 

‘’I was ashamed, I didn’t want you guys to baby me or think I was weak as a hunter’’You shrugged mumbling. Sam and Dean both glanced at each other. 

‘’Hey, you’re the best kick ass hunter out there’’Dean cut in. 

‘’Yeah, and we’ll always baby you not matter what’’Sam teased, nudging you with his elbow. You laughed, feeling teary. Sam’s sad smile presumed.

‘’Have you thought about going cold turkey?’’Sam asked. You turned your head, squinting at him to see if he was joking before frowning. 

‘’Uhm…no, I can’t say I have’’You answered sarcastically as Sam frowned and Dean grew slightly angered. 

‘’Why not? ‘’Dean barked before Sam held a hand up. 

‘’It’s okay, we can try slowly easing you off them’’Sam offered. You looked between the two. 

‘’Uh, no thanks, I don’t feel like dying’’You jumped in as Dean scrunched up his nose. 

‘’You keep using and you will die’’Dean growled somewhat impatiently. Sam flashed him another look. 

‘’Look, (Y/n), I know you think you’re gonna die without them, look, I did too when I had to go cold turkey, and I know this life is hard and it feels like a way out, but drugs isn’t the answer-’’

You cut Sam off with a look you sent him as he stopped. ‘’What?’’Dean mumbled. 

‘’Y-you think I’m doing drugs?’’You repeated slowly before you slapped your face and groaned. They both flashed each other a confused look. 

‘’You’re not?’’Dean added. 

‘’No, idiots. It’s insulin. I’m diabetic, I thought you two knew’’You laughed as their mouths dropped open. Dean jumped you, arms slinging around you. 

‘’Oh thank god, I thought you were a junkie’’He breathed out as you giggled. Sam chuckled as he shook his head. 

‘’You should have told us, you know what we said before about being a kick ass hunter and babying you still stands, no matter what’’