this just stood out in my memory

One Final Ingredient...

Something really peculiar about the vision’s that the empty showed Cas stood out to me. Most of the memories he dug up were Castiel’s deaths, except one. 

The moment his angel grace was stolen by Metatron. There’s a whole lotta stuff that can be said about that vision in relation to the other visions, but I’m not going to touch on that. 

What I saw was a recall to season 8, and having recently watched 9.06 again, I have Crowley’s voice in my head. 

All of the ingredients (to close the gates of heaven) that caused one of Castiel’s greatest sins (the angel’s falling) are being subverted and given back to him.

1. The Heart of A Nephilim

While Castiel took Jane’s literal heart, Castiel has Jack’s metaphorical heart, i.e. his love and admiration. Castiel stole Jane’s heart, while Jack is choosing Castiel to love. Even the names Jack and Jane are so very similar.

2. Grace of An Angel

Metatron stole Castiel’s grace and cast him out of heaven (the light) to live his life, and ended up down on the ground in the Dark. We know from spoilers that Cas is back to full power. This means that The Empty gave his grace back to him and cast him out of the darkness to live his life, and ended up waking up in the light.

I mean????

And all that’s left is… 

3. A Cupid’s Bow

Castiel took this Cupid’s Bow from her. And Isn’t JUST hilarious that a Certain Character was with him when he got this bow? That he and this Certain Character witnessed a gay couple just moments before? And that this couple bonded over hunting :)))


Now the real question is: Is Castiel going to be given the power to find romantic love that he took from the Cupid?

I’m not saying that this is what the writers are following. But it is a HELL of a coincidence that each of the ingredients that caused a huge part of Castiel’s depression and arc over the last couple of years are being given back to him.

Please feel free to add your thoughts!!!

I Would Hate You If I Could
I Would Hate You If I Could

I hear you’ve been telling all your friends that you’re done with me
Like you always knew things wouldn’t work out.
And I’ve been hearing things from people that I don’t want to talk to,
Like it matters who you’re sleeping with now.

Can I erase from my mind anything that you said or
Any time that we spent with each other?
I don’t want to waste away another cell on a memory
When you’re just another meaningless lover.

Forget the nights that we spent laughing
Until the morning on your bedroom floor
Without a thought about your roommate asleep down the hall.
Forget the days we’d waste in bed, tangled,
The smoke still on your breath,
Undressed and pinning you up to the wall.

And I swore I heard you talking when I was tossing in my sleep.
You were always trying to walk in circles around me.
I was out one night when I saw you and you froze me where I stood.
I would hate you, I would hate you if I could.

Forget the nights that we spent laughing
Until the morning on your bedroom floor
Without a thought about your roommate asleep down the hall.
Forget the days we’d waste in bed, tangled,
The smoke still on your breath,
Undressed and pinning you up to the wall.

I would hate you but I’m not finished yet.

Even you, up on that pedestal, the time will come
When you will deconstruct yourself and remake what you are.
When it does you’ll remember me and the words I spoke
And wonder how you ever could have strayed so far.


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my mother has a photograph
she likes to show me when she’s upset
she says
you used to be such a nice boy
i just
don’t know what happened to you
now i admit
i barely recognize the child
three years old on halloween
smiling without someone
having to remind me to do it
but the picture has a habit
of giving me flashbacks


suddenly i am 7 again
and a pair of broken glasses
at the bus stop in your culdesac
it’s one of my oldest lessons
cause mama knows best
she’s teaching me
to turn the other cheek
kill em with kindness son


i’m thirteen and we
are in your bedroom
you are telling me that i should
think about it this
as though we were scientists
It’s cool
it’s cool we’re just experimenting
everyone your age experiments
how will you ever know if you don’t?


i’m twenty eight
and someone on the internet
is telling me that the word rape
could never belong to me
she says
“Don’t you know how triggering it is for women?”
and the only thing i can think about
is if my story deserves to breathe
if it doesn’t sound like hers
if my trauma has to wear a dress
before you believe it


every single day i am seventeen
and on your doorstep again
sorry that it took me so long
to grow into these fists
that the hate grew like a pearl inside me
around a single impurity
until i could no longer bear it
the largest kitchen knife our house
in my hands
the look on my face
as i realize the home you lived
in is now
how i buried it in the front yard
with my bare hands
and sometimes
i think about visiting the spot
with a wreath
or white cross
the way people do along highways
where people have died
she still asks me
what happened to her sweet boy
but never where the kitchen knife went
now i choke
when i hear things like
“you look like you turned out
just fine to me”
every time someone tells me
to man up
i watch my childhood
drive away in the white van of his bedroom
when the only person
i was brave enough to tell said
“why didn’t you just try to avoid it?”
i said nothing
it felt like someone died
and i helped hide the body
i wish i had said
maybe oklahoma city
should have tried
to avoid timothy mcveigh
wish i would have said
the twin towers should’ve tried
to avoid new york in september
cause i’m tired of feeling like
im the skeleton in someone else’s closet
tired of feeling like there’s a ghost in my house when i’m home
wondering if any of the bridges i’ve stood on
will out last the memory
of what you did to me
wondering if there is a word
for drowning
without dying at the end

Why Dream Dictionaries are Mostly Garbage: Raven’s Guide to Dream Interpretation.

{Note: the following post is heavy UPG based upon over a decade of personal experience, research and observation.}

The problems with dream dictionaries is they are based on the premise of “universal symbols”. The issue with this is while dreaming does operate in the language of symbolism it’s overlooks the personal elements. Dreams speak through the languages of symbols and emotions, and these symbols are highly personal. Picture that when you dream you are putting on a play but here’s the kicker, you are everything in the play, from the other actors (in includes family members and people you know), the backdrop, the props, scenery, the animals, monsters - it is all you. Everything is a message from your subconscious to you., and it your job as the dreamer to learn the language. So how do we go about interpreting the dream? Well I’ll get to that but first things first. Dream journal. Now I know you will see pretty much every dream relate thing telling you to keep a dream journal, and their absolutely right. A dream journal is vital for your dreamwork, it is the link between worlds. By keeping a record of your dreams you are creating an open dialogue with your deeper mind. And it’s oaky if you can’t remember your dreams, even if you wake up with just a vague impression or just an emotion, even the weird dreams that seem to make no sense at all, write it all down. You are learning a new language from first hand experience and creating your own translation guide. By journaling you are encouraging and strengthening your long-term memory, it just takes dedication.You will begin to notice the pattern and reoccurring themes in your dreams when you go back and review your entries. So how do we interpret our dreams? This my 4 step process: 

First Step - How do you feel over all in the dream? 

Second Step - What parts of the dream stood out to you the most?

Third Step - What do these things personally represent to me?

Fourth Step - How do these things make me feel?

Like I mentioned above everything in your dream is a representation of some part of you, and how you feel about it is a vital part of understanding what it means. Just remember nothing is what it seem, nothing is literal. It is important that you take your time when working with a dream, you can carefully and attentively peeling away the layers to expose the core, and thus the meaning of the dream and it’s message. And don’t feel discouraged if you don’t get it write away, some dreams takes days, weeks, months, even years to understand, which is another reason why keeping a dream journal is so important so that you can keep revisiting these dreams as you grow and changes as a person. 

Iron Crown

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jinyoung

Rating: R

Warning: Domestic abuse

Word Count: 5,900

Summary: As the Crown Princess of Vitus, your land has always been peaceful. When your power-hungry Uncle decides to stop paying the tithe though, things take a turn for the worse. The vampires who reside in the mountains are not happy and in retaliation - they set their sights on you. 

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I Missed You

“ hello can i get a bts scenario with yoongi where the reader and yoongi are best friends and the reader moves far away and they feel really helpless. kinda angsty but fluffy :) ty ”

genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

words: 2,791


— the ending is shit lol. im tired sorryyy. why was this so long? idk. sorry if there’s any spelling/grammar mistakes it’s like 3 am rn—

“Y/N, you’re my best friend and all, but could you turn your volume down? You’re wearing headphones but I can still hear your music from here.” You took off the headphones, blinking and looking at Yoongi confusingly. “What?” He laughed, sighing at your cute confused face. “Turn your volume down.” Getting up from your chair, you go to sit down closer to him. “Nah.” With that, you turned the volume up and continued to listen to the song. Yoongi shook his head, watching as you stuck your tongue out childishly. He turned away from you and faced his computer once again, clicking on the play button. The beat he made in around half an hour plays, Yoongi pursing his lips as he listens to it for what seemed the 100th time. You pause your music and listen to it yourself. It sounded good, as all the things Yoongi composes do. “Is this an assignment for class?” you asked, tilting your head. He pauses the music, giving you his full attention. “No, just a little something I’m working on for myself.” Sighing, you went over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You need to rest, you know?” you joked, your melodic laugh playing in his ear. Yoongi smiled, not replying to your comment. “Anyways, I’ve got to go.” Your warm hands were no longer on his pale skin, your figure grabbing your bag and heading for the exit. “Where to?” he asked you. “Home. Got stuff to do,” His teeth fiddled with the skin of his bottom lip, his palm holding his chin. “You sure have a lot to do lately.” Your hand rested on the knob, body stopping at his words. Eyebrows furrowed, you suppressed a sigh. You wish you could tell him why you were so busy. You wish you weren’t so busy so you could have more quality time with him before he wouldn’t be able to bestow you with his presence. Tears almost fell at that moment, and you were glad you were turned around, your face hidden from him. Plastering on the realist fake smile you could muster, you turned around and faced him with it. When you did, he could feel that something was wrong. That wasn’t the smile he loved. “Yeah. See you tomorrow!” Without even letting him say anything back, you dashed out of the room. As you went down the stairs and into the student parking lot, Yoongi thought to himself. What was wrong with you? Last month you seemed fine, yet recently you’ve been cutting your hangouts short. Even if he knew you’d tell him eventually, he couldn’t help but worry. You were his best friend, someone he considered close to him, of course he’d worry. As much as he didn’t want to, he pushed the thoughts away and turned back to the computer in front of him.

You were sat in Yoongi’s studio once again, this time actually talking with him instead of watching him compose stuff like usual. “So basically, what I’m trying to say is that he’s a dick.” He laughed at your comment, his gummy smile making you smile as well. “Yeah, Y/N I totally didn’t get that from all the other times you’ve said it.” You slapped him playfully, pouting. “Hey! I’m making a very good point here!” He nods, giving you a sarcastic look. “Whatever you say. Oh yeah- want to go watch a movie next week? I already bought the tickets.” Yoongi got up, going over to his backpack that sat on the floor. He goes through a bunch of pockets until finally he grabs two slips of paper. “Here. It’s fine if you don’t want to, I can go with someone else but I guess I’d rather watch it with you.” You smile at his words, reading the words printed onto the ticket. “What, yes of course I’d want to. This is sweet of you, you didn’t have to.” He shakes his head, “I wanted to.” You were glad the movie wasn’t on the date you’d be leaving, or after. As cheesy as it was, it was a day before. Hopefully you’d have time to, with your parent’s understanding. One last time to hang out with your best friend. You still needed to tell him you were leaving Korea. You’d tell him that day. Yeah, on that day you would tell him. You wanted to spare as much hurt as you could. If you waited to tell him, you were preventing him from stressing and worrying about your guys’ time together. It was for the best.

It’s been a week. You’d be on a plane to China tomorrow. Currently, you were changing into your clothes. You didn’t want to overdo it, but you also didn’t want the last image of you in Yoongi’s mind to be ugly. Finally finishing, you look at yourself in the mirror. You were satisfied with yourself. Grabbing your phone and movie ticket, you bid farewell to your parents and head out the door. The movie theater wasn’t far from where you lived, so you walked there. Yoongi wasn’t there yet, but the movie wasn’t going to start until 12 minutes so you didn’t fret too much. You got a large soda to share with him, and a bag of his favorite candy. 10 minutes until the movie started. Maybe he was running late? He sometimes did that. You stood outside the room, pacing around. As people passed you, they stared and sometimes asked if you were confused about where to go. 6 minutes. You set the stuff down and got out your phone, calling Yoongi. The ringing continued after a few good seconds, and finally it stopped “God, Yoongi where are you, you should-” A monotone voice of a woman interrupted you, telling you to leave a voice message for the number you were trying to call. Groaning, you hang up and shove your phone back in your pocket. 2 minutes left. He still wasn’t here. You wanted to cry, you wanted him to get here so you could have a good time but to also slap him. To tell him that you were scared he wouldn’t come and you wouldn’t get to hang out with him before you left. Your thoughts distracted you for a good while because you heard dramatic music from inside, the voices of actors appearing. He was late.

You still waited outside, hoping to see him run into the theater short of breath and with an apology. Though, not everything goes as wanted. It had been 10 minutes and still no sign of Yoongi. With teary eyes, you entered the theater room and took a seat in the far back. Even with the loud volume and big screen in front of you, you couldn’t focus on the movie. Your mind was on a Yoongi. Why didn’t he come? He said he’d come, heck- he was the one who invited you! Eventually, you let the tears fall and you sobbed quietly, though people who heard dismissed it as you being emotional over the sad scene. The rest of the movie you just cried, munching on some of the candy. Before you knew it, it ended. The lights brightened up, people getting up from their seats. Wiping your face, you get up as well and start to leave the area. It wasn’t until you were near the exit that you saw Yoongi heading towards you. He was late, way late. The movie was around 2 hours long and you’d gotten there around 6. It was 8, technically night. Yoongi saw you and stopped walking, “Y/N I know I’m late and shit I-” You shake your head, a sigh coming from your lips. “Don’t make anything up, please. You were late, it doesn’t matter. This was supposed to be a day where we hung out, but you were late!”

“We can still hang out it’s not-” You interrupted him once again. “No, we can’t hang out Yoongi! I’m leaving Korea tomorrow, I need to be back home so we can double check everything! I wanted my last day here to be with you, but you didn’t come! Now we won’t get to hangout until god knows when! Fuck- Yoongi I cried the whole time, knowing I didn’t have one last happy memory with you. It’s too late, there’s no time.” The tears rolled down your cheeks once more, and Yoongi just stood there, processing your words. “Bye, Yoongi.” The bag of candy is shoved into his arms, and you begin to walk back home. “Wait Y/N!” You continue walking, ignoring his yells. A hand grabs your wrist, turning you around. “Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving Korea?” he asks you quietly. With a trembling lip, you take your arm back. “I didn’t want to worry you. I was supposed to tell you today, and I did, but not how I wanted to.”

You send him a forced smile and begin to walk away once again. This time Yoongi didn’t stop you. He watched as you walked away from him, leaving him for who knows how long. He didn’t want to believe it, he didn’t want you to leave Korea. He didn’t want you to leave him. Deep inside, he was hurting, crying for you to stay. But on the outside, he held a blank face and furrowed eyebrows. Inhaling sharply, Yoongi turns and walks opposite of you.

“Are you all done, Y/N?” your mom asks you. Sighing, you lift yourself up from the ground and nod at her. “Let’s go then.” Grabbing your suitcases full of memories, you follow your mother out of the house. It was hard to believe that it would no longer be your property. Leaving the place you grew up in hurt, leaving everyone you loved behind wasn’t easy either. You hadn’t even left Korea and you already missed him. You missed Yoongi. Your eyes scanned your house one last time before entering the car. Once sat down, you bring your feet up to the two extra seats, knees holding your chin. Little tears fell from your eyes, barely audible cries escaping your throat. Time flew by fast because it within minutes you were at the airport. You didn’t want to go, but you had to. Your dad opens the car door for you, giving you a sympathetic smile. You step out of the car and grab your things, walking towards the entrance. The 3 of you sat down, talking to each other while waiting for the flight. Finally your flight was called, and standing up never seemed so hard. Walking to the gate, you swallow the lump in your throat and hold back the tears.

You watched as the airport workers walked around the area, the flight attendant walking up and down the isle. A message came from the pilot, telling you to turn off your devices. You keep on staring out the window and doing nothing. The airplane takes off, heading towards China. You curl up and wrap yourself in the blanket you brought, eyes shutting closed. You didn’t know if you could live your life without him by your side. You felt helpless. Little did you know, Yoongi felt the same. You were gone, you wouldn’t come back. He didn’t even get to express the way he felt towards you.

Throughout the years, you made friends and even sparked some romances. Though, they didn’t make your heart flutter. Not like it would with him. Yoongi made friends, saw some girls but none of them made him feel special like you did. Life was hard without you. He missed seeing you sitting in the studio, watching him write down lyrics and such. He missed being able to wrap his arms around you and hug you for as long as he wanted. He missed having someone to be comfortable around. You missed it too. You missed him, his awkward hugs, his lame jokes and sarcastic comments. You didn’t know if you could do it. You didn’t know if you could live life on without him.

It had been a while since you’ve been in Korea. It was like just yesterday you landed on China, feeling hopeless and lonely. But in reality that was years ago. You weren’t a teenager anymore, you were in your twenties. You had made it, you had lived without him. Smiling, you set your suitcase against the hotel’s wall and grab the remote on the counter. Turning on the tv, a music show starts playing. “Performing their newest song, this is BTS!” You watch as the camera pans in on 7 handsome men, singing and dancing perfectly. You remember Yoongi telling you he wanted to do this exact thing, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d gotten closer to that goal. Your question was answered when a familiar face began to rap, his hair now a bright blue. Your eyes widen, keeping your eyes on the boy you once knew, now a man. The beat to the song was amazing, catchy. It made you want to dance along, despite not knowing the choreography. Did Yoongi produce this? His verse was over and another one of the members began to sing. Ever since leaving, Yoongi and you never kept in touch. He didn’t message you, you didn’t message him. It was like you not only left Korea, but you left your friendship. Now, he was this idol, performing on stage in front of a huge crowd. You’d never imagine Yoongi in this situation. He was the most successful out of you two. He did something interesting with his life while you just lived by yourself, working at a decent job.

The song ended and another group was to perform. Grabbing your phone, you look up his band. Suga. You smile softly. His stage name was cute. They were going to perform tomorrow too, it seemed. You quickly grab your debit card, typing in the information needed to buy a ticket. You wanted to see him. The reason you came back to Korea was to possibly see him. You didn’t think it’d be hard, though. He probably wouldn’t recognize you. Not only that, but he was an idol. Anyone could claim to be a childhood friend. Hopefully fate was on your side and you’d meet again.

“And now, BTS!” It felt different hearing it in person. People around you screamed, waving their light sticks around. Some cried, some laughed, some just calmly watched, waiting for their preferred group. The beat you heard yesterday played, the 7 boys beginning to dance. Everyone around you began to chant names to the beat, jumping. You were confused, but picked up on the chant. “Kim Namjoon! Kim Seokjin! Min Yoongi! Jung Hoseok! Park Jimin! Kim Taehyung! Jeon Jungkook! BTS!” you scream. You laugh, watching one of them begin to sing. Despite not knowing anyone, you danced along to the music with the people around you. Yoongi began to rap and you stop messing around, giving him your full attention. He seemed so happy, to be up there doing what he loved. “Min Yoongi!” you yell. Some fans laughed, telling you that their bias was also Yoongi. Yoongi glanced towards the scream of his name, looking for the fan that yelled out his name. That’s when his eyes landed on you. Your sparkly e/c eyes stared back at him, a cute grin on your face as you jumped around. He was shocked to see you, his voice trailing off. Luckily, no one really noticed due to the back up audio. From your spot, girls screamed. Yoongi had looked in your direction. He noticed you, but did he recognize you?

After BTS was done performing, the boys headed to the dressing room. “Hyung are you okay? You seen frozen.” Jungkook asks Yoongi, worry laced in his voice. “I saw Y/N in the crowd.” he answers. “Wait- childhood friend Y/N?” Yoongi nods, beginning to pace around the room. “What are you doing then? Get her back here!” Hoseok says. Yoongi goes over to a worker, asking them to pull you from the crowd and into the dressing room. He gave a description of how you looked and waited for you to arrive. After what seemed like forever, your familiar face was lead inside the dressing room. Once Yoongi saw you, he went over to you and just looked into your eyes. “Long time no see-” You were interrupted by his embrace, his familiar scent near you after such a long time. You hug him back, face burying into his neck. “Good to see you,” you joke.

“I missed you.” he replies. You smile. “Me too.”

anonymous asked:

Can you write something where you and Niall have broken up and she contemplates going to his party for his single and she sees him with another girl and she gets really upset? You can end it however you please, thank you! :)

Six months.  Six months since you’d last felt his hands on your skin.  Six months since you’d heard his breathy giggle close to your ear.  Six months since you’d been happy.  He’d tried to warn you that the distance would be hard.  That his time would be stretched between the studio and promo.  You’d assured him it would be fine……until it wasn’t.  Looking back, the actual break up was completely unnecessary.  You’d been too stubborn.  Too hurt.  You’d wanted him to run after you, beg you to come back, promise things would get better.  He’d been hurt and confused, analyzing every last word you’d spoken trying to figure out where he went wrong.  In the end he’d let you go.  Not because he wanted to, but because he thought a little space to cool down would put things in perspective.  

Neither of you picked up the phone.  For six months.

Now you were in the back of an Uber, sat outside his sprawling LA house.  You could see the house ablaze with light over the wall and hear the faint sounds of splashing water and lilting laughter from the party guests around the pool.  You picked at the corner of the invitation in your hands.  Simple beige cardstock with his new logo embossed in the center.  He was throwing a party to celebrate the success of his latest single.  When you’d pulled the piece of paper out of the envelope it felt like all the air was sucked from the room.  You hadn’t even listened to the song yet, too afraid of the emotions it would dredge up.  

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The One Who Breaks The Curse » Prince Adam

Pairing: Prince Adam x Reader

Fandom: Disney + Beauty and the Beast

Words:  4047

Summary: After four long years, you finally return to the castle to break the curse and save Adam.

A/N: Okay, I finally finished this story! I am pretty happy with the ending! More stories from Prince Adam will be out soon as I try to fill those requests as soon as possible! I know a lot of you have been waiting for this and I am so sorry that it took so long! But, I hope you guys like it! c:

Part One: The One Who Holds Your Heart

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anonymous asked:

Can you write an imagine where the reader and Harry are fighting and she starts crying and H make it up?

I am so so sorry this took forever to write! I had most of it written last week, but got caught up with all of my school work xx I hope you enjoy this though!

It was all so stupid. The fight you were currently having with Harry was nothing more than him being petty.

You had went out with a friend, someone you were partnered with for a project, and of course, it was another man. Even though you thought Harry was the most gorgeous person on the planet, he couldn’t help but be jealous, and that was how the fight started.

Harry would throw snide remarks around for a week, such as “Why don’t you go get Ryan to help you?” whenever you would ask for his help opening or reaching something.

The more remarks he made, the more frustrated you got. You understood that he was going to be jealous, but you wished he would just knock it off already. But of course, he didn’t.

The project was due in a couple days and you had to finish it, so you planned to meet Ryan out for lunch, but Harry wasn’t having it. He questioned where you were going, even insinuating that you were leaving to go fuck someone else instead of finishing your project.

His words stung as you were getting ready, and you couldn’t help but let tears form a pool around your eyes. “Would you please stop being such a dick about this?” You whispered out, officially tired of his accusations. He had never been like this before, and you weren’t sure why Ryan was such a big deal.

You were putting on your boots whenever you heard the most painful words Harry has ever said come out of his mouth. “If you walk out that door, don’t come back.”

As you stood up, looking over his figure, the tears were now falling from your eyes. He didn’t seem to mind so much, and that was unlike him. His firm posture remained intact, and his eyes stone cold.

“Well…if that’s the way you feel, then I won’t.” You mumbled, wiping at your eyes. “Not gonna ruin a project and my grade just because you’re being a jealous asshole.” And with those words, you were out the door, making your way to your car.

While you were with Ryan, Harry had a lot of time to reflect. The memory of your tears were haunting his thoughts, and damn, he knew he shouldn’t have been so harsh, but it seemed every time he wanted time with you, you had some school shit to do.

Harry knew your schooling was important, but he also thought your potential future together was pretty important too…but now he had just ruined it. He didn’t know why he said what he did, to not come back, because that’s all he wanted right now…was for your arms to be wrapped around him, or hearing your soft hums coming from the kitchen as the delicious scent of spaghetti filled his nostrils.

He made his way to the kitchen, planning to make a romantic dinner for the two of you. Obviously you had to come back; you didn’t take any clothes or toiletries with you.

Harry began preparing your favorite dish, also deciding to make a red velvet cake. This took quite some time, and before he knew it, it was around eight and there was a sound of a car door shutting. He scrambled to gather candles and light them, placing them around the food that was now set at the table.

Just as you were walking in the door, he was standing in your way. His face held so much sorrow, and you lifted your face to look at him. “Sorry I came back…had to get some things.” A faint smile that was fake was forced onto your face, and you sighed, trying to maneuver yourself around him. “Harry…come on…just let me get my things and go.”

Harry placed his hands over your eyes, redirecting your movements towards the kitchen. Once he removed his hands, your jaw dropped. Everything he had done looked so beautiful, and you couldn’t help but tear up, even though you were still so mad at him.

“I’m sorry I was a dick…a big one in fact, but please don’t leave.” His arms wrapped around your waist from behind you, and he rested his chin on the top of your head. “I just hate the thought of some other guy getting all your attention…especially when I have to leave you so often.”

Your hands were now resting over his, and a giggle escaped your lips. “You sure do know the way to my heart. My favorite food? You must actually feel bad.”

Your words caused Harry to smile, and he moved his hand to press his lips to your temple. “That I do angel, that I do.”

Painkiller (Part 2)

Sirius Black x Reader

Part 1

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Your eyes fluttered open so suddenly you almost jumped up from the bed.

But you couldn’t, since you were so melted into each other with Sirius – an arm lost in your hair, an other lazily around your waist whilst your hand wrapped around his biceps. With a rapid heartbeat, you slowly looked up to see as he’s sound asleep, mouth slightly open, his breaths accompanied by low hummings. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from a giggle; he’s look like a little kid, sleeping like this. As carefully as you could, you crawl out from the bed and from his arms, trying not to wake up your friend.  

Your friend, whom you just kissed a few hours ago so easily like it was the most natural thing in the world. Your friend, who just laughed at you and probably will make fun of you later too. You stood in front of your bed, watching him with concerned eyes, trying to figure out what you should do. He growled in his sleep, making you almost fell down, so you decided to go down to the common room.

It was early afternoon, so your friends were already there, sitting near to each other. Lily immediately jumped up when she noticed you, examining your face with worry in her eyes.

„Y/N! Are you okay, How’s your head? How are you feeling?”

Smiling at her reaction, you sat down next to Remus. „I’m completely fine. Calm down.”

„You know, Lily,” – James started after Lily let out big, heavy sigh, sitting back next to him, - „you should make me that potion too. Seems really good, I want to try it.”

„Don’t even think about it!” – she hissed. – „And it was an accident, by the way.”

You exchanged a quick glance with her. Well, it wasn’t an accident; in fact, you begged her to make to potion stronger, since your head felt like it’s gonna explode.

„Where is Sirius anyway? He didn’t show up any of our classes.” Remus asked; a smug grin appeared on James’ face. Oh, really, you told him about Sirius…

„He’s, uh, asleep. In my bed.”

In a moment when these words left your mouth, James jumped up, sitting down next to you and embracing your shoulders, the smirk still on his face with a cocked eyebrow. „What happened?”

With your gaze fixed on your hands, you felt as your cheeks became red and hot. „Nothing? I mean, he helped me to get in my bed and… I don’t know. He probably just wanted to stay with me to see if I was okay.”

„But you don’t remember?” Lily asked in surprise.

„Erm, no, not really.” – you lied as you found the perfect excuse, but Lily just frowned – she was suspicious.

With narrowed yes, James went on. „But you do remember what you told me, don’t you?”

„No, sorry.” – you lied again, avoiding his eyes, and that was when Sirius arrived.

„Pefect! Pads, care to tell us what happened our little dear here? Because she don’t remember anything.”

Sirius stopped dead at James’ words, the little grin what was on his face disappeared completely. You looked away, hoping your cheeks not as red anymore as you felt.

„You don’t remember?” His voice was unusually weak and low – probably from the sleep, you thought. You just shook your head.

„Nothing special. I stayed until she fell asleep, and I was sleepy too, so…”

As you slowly looked at his direction, you saw he’s avoiding everyone’s eyes too – especially yours. It was almost like it hurt him that you don’t remember.

Remus broke the silence. „Let’s go to dinner. I’m hungry.”

„Yeah, me too. Like a wolf.” Sirius said smugly, causing Remus let out a big sigh. You all stood up, laughing, until you spoke up.

„You will never forget these jokes, will you?”

„Don’t think so. My memory is quite good, you know.” – he scoffed.

Drama Queen Sirius was sometimes entertaining, sometimes annoying, but now, when you were there reason and you felt guilty anyway, it simply hurt.

You didn’t eat much and were speechless all the time. The boys chattering and laughing around you and Lily’s burning, worrying gaze on you made you to stood up after ten minutes.

„I am still a little bit dizzy, I rather go to take a nap.” You rushed out before anyone could say anything to you.

„So, now she’s gone, tell us what really happened.”

„What are you talking about, Lily? She told quite the same that Padfoot.” James added, brows furrowed.

„Oh, and if she truly didn’t remember anything, why she doesn’t care what she told you? And you were an arsehole with her Sirius. So yes, something happened.”

„I wasn’t an arsehole.” – he protested, pointing at her with his fork. „Really, what did she say to you, Prongs?”

„I can’t tell you, mate.”

Sirius tilted his head, eyes narrowed. „Tell me and I’ll tell what happened.”

„Deal. You first.” James said after a few seconds hesitation.

„No, you first.”

„No, you first.”

„No, you…” Sirius started again, but Lily cut them off.

„Oh, for Merlin’s sake, she’s in love with you!”

Everyone fell silent, with the exception of Remus, who was still calmly eating his dinner. „Well, that was really obvious.”

Sirius snorted at him before he turned to Lily. „And you knew?”

„She’s my best friends, what do you think?”

„Why didn’t you tell me? I’m your best friend too.” – he fumed, causing Lily to rolling her eyes.

„Same reason I didn’t tell her that you love her too.”

James choked back his laugh.

„I… never… said anything like that.”

„Oh, sweetheart. You didn’t have to.” Lily smiled, patting Sirius’ hand.

Slowly, a huge grin appeared on his face. „Is that so?” – he said, standing up and leaving the Great Hall.

„Hey, you didn’t tell us what happened!” – James tried to call after him, but he just waved his hand.

You buried your head into your pillow as you lying on your bed, with a fuzzy blanket over you. The only thing that made you feeling dizzy were your thoughts, but you were interrupted when the door of your dorm slammed open. 

„Lily, I said I’m fine.” – you hummed lazily before you felt a heavy weight on your bed. That’s surely not Lily.

You turned around, seeing Sirius sitting next to you with his back agains the headboard, a light smirk stucked on his face. With a sigh, you sat up next to him.

„What now?”

„No need to be so hostile, darling. I just want to make sure you are okay.”

„I am.” You were playing with your fingers, carefully to not looking at him. There were a few seconds silent before he said,

„So you don’t remember what happened, do you?”

You slowly shook your head, still not looking at him, which was really hard; he was so close to you now you could feel his breath on your face. „Nope. I don’t.”

He leaned even closer, whispering into your ear. „Want me to help to remember?”

You turned your head to look into his darkened eyes, but said nothing. As you felt yourself blushing under his gaze, you looked down, but he lifted your chin up and kissed you slowly, just a few seconds long before he pulled back.

„It was something like this, I believe. Except, you don’t flushed earlier.”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes at him, turning your head away, but he cupped your cheeks so you couldn’t escpace from his gaze.

„I love you too.” – he whispered and your mouth fell slightly open.

„What… how… what? how’d you… what?” – you stuttered, making him laugh.

„Lily told me you love me. And you told James who’d told me anyway, so don’t be angry at her. And I know you remember what happened.”

So many emotions and thoughts waved through you as he sat next to you, watching you carefully with a kind but smirk-like smile, and since you were still loss of words, you leaned on and kissed him. And this time it wasn’t slow, neither short.

„I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t know you feel the same.” – you apologized after pulled away, arms wrapped around each other.

„S’okay.” – he whispered, still inches from your mouth. „Think we can fell asleep like this and you’ll remember tomorrow?”

„Very. Funny. Really.” – you said, laughing as hit him with your pillow after every word. He grabbed the pillow and threw it away, hugging you to himself tightly.

„Stay.” – he mumbled into your hair as you were on top of him, and of course, you had no intention of leaving.


3 Billion Dollars [Part 10] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by queenwithcollars

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Violence

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12} {part 13} {part 14} {part 15} {part 16} {part 17} {part 18} {part 19} {part 20} {part 21} {part 22}

A/N: NOW WE’RE AT DOUBLE DIGITS WE ARE ROUGHLY 18 MORE CHAPTERS TILL THE END. So this is short af. I know my last few chapters haven’t been that long and I’m sorry. I swear the longer ones will be coming soon. I hope you like it, and my inbox is always open. Love you!

~ Admin Brooklyn


“Hello (Y/N). I missed you,” Flynn said calmly. Ji Yong was shocked and pissed. His eyes were wide as you ran past him and went right into Flynn’s open arms. Everyone started at you shocked. You hugged him tightly, memories of your shared past flooded your mind. You pull away from Flynn and smiled at him. He smiled down at you, his tan skin emphasizing his flawlessly white teeth.

“I’m sorry, am I missing something?” Seungri said. Flynn looked at Seungri and smirked, then turning his head to look at Ji Yong. Ji stood rigid, a vein popping out on his forehead. He glared at Flynn as you continued to smile at him.

“He’s my friend. We went to the same college for four years, before he left.” You said, looking at Seungri. Flynn smirked down at you, discreetly putting his gun back in its holster on the back of his pants. He wrapped an arm around your waist.

“We were more than just friends, isn’t that right (Y/N)-ah?” Flynn said pulling you against him. You blushed at the washed away memories. You looked down to hide your burning cheeks, but your eyes widened. A hand was near your foot, the owner of said hand was dead lying inches away from you. You pushed away from Flynn and looked around. Dead bodies and blood were all over the floor. Flynn looked at you confused. You look up at him with shock.

“Did you do this?” You said. Ji Yong smirked at Flynn, although his anger was still evident. Flynn looked at you sympathetically.

“I’m sorry cupcake. They were gonna kill me,” Flynn said. You looked at him nervously. He stepped closer to you, taking your hand in his large one. “I had to go after you when I found out that you were involved with the mafia. I had to save you.”

“She doesn’t need to be saved.” Ji Yong said. You stepped back once more, slipping your hand out of Flynn’s. You continued to walk back until you hit a chest, the familiar cologne putting your nerves at ease. Ji Yong smirked at Flynn as he felt you relax. Flynn frowned and his eyebrows furrowed into anger. “What don’t you tell her why you’re really here Flynn?”

“Yongie, maybe this is a misunderstanding,” you mutter, turning to look at him. Ji Yong looked at you and raised his eyebrow. The look on his face reminded you of Mr. Kwon’s when he was acting threatening. Ji Yong had this playful look about him, but like his father, you knew that it probably had some alternate motive.

“Why would it be a misunderstanding princess?” Ji Yong asked, silently daring you to say something in return. You frowned at him.

“Flynn oppa wouldn’t do anything to hurt me,” you say in return. It was true, he wouldn’t do anything to you. He treated you like a princess whenever you were around him. Ji Yong’s eye showed clear anger.

“Oppa?” He asked, faking amusement. He looked down at you, anger evident in his eyes. “Well then, ask oppa how he got here. How he knew that something was wrong after not seeing you for four years.”

“Sorry cupcake, but he’s right,” Flynn said drawing your attention to him. He held a wicked smirk on his face, one you weren’t fond of. You frowned, looking at Flynn. His demeanor had dramatically changed into something darker. “A lot has changed in the past four years. My dad was murdered. He owed money. I killed someone. Now I own land that wasn’t originally mine. It’s funny what people do to have power.”

“So you’re-”

“Yes cupcake, I’m in the mafia. By choice too, unlike your predicament I presume.” Flynn said. You scowled at him, the subject of your family and Ji Yong still sensitive for you. “I’m still me though cupcake.”

“Oppa, you just killed like fifteen people all at once.”

“And G Dragon here doesn’t?” Flynn said. You look at Ji Yong and blood rushes to your face. Flynn continued talking, a slight smile on his face. “I’m sure you’ve already seen the great G Dragon here while he’s on the job, haven’t you.”

“How would you know?” Ji Yong said, anger clearly in his face. You looked down at the floor at the sensitive comment, but your gaze quickly switched to somewhere else when you caught sight of a wounded leg in a pool of blood. Seunghyun looked at Flynn, studying his calm demeanor. Seungri switched his gaze to you then Flynn, constantly making sure you were okay. You weren’t, but he was satisfied that you weren’t crying right then and there. Flynn smirked.

“I have my ways,” he said. Youngbae pointed his gun at him.

“That’s cool and all, but you made a horrible choice coming here today.” Flynn turned towards Youngbae. His smirk never faltered.

“I think I’ll take my chances,” he said. “I’m honored to be warned by TaeYang though. The most fearless man in the business.”

“He’s right,” Daesung said, pulling out his own gun. “You shouldn’t have come her Flynn. Even if we don’t have any backup it’s still five against one.”

“That’s what you think,” Flynn says, turning towards Daesung. “But I’m sure the powerful Kang Daesung knows who will win.”

“What are you? Our number one fanboy?” Seungri said. Flynn shrugged.

“Who hasn’t heard of you though?” Flynn said. He looked back at Ji Yong. “The newest Kwon with his four friend that leads the world in fear while living like Kings.”

Ji Yong narrowed his eyes at Flynn. You were watching Flynn in horror. He wasn’t the same person you knew in college. You started to doubt Ji Yong as well. Maybe he isn’t the person you thought he was. He wasn’t telling you everything and you did seem to be royalty here. Flynn smirked, knowing that his plan was working as your face contorted in confusion.

“Well then,” Flynn said. “I’ve done what I wanted to do. My cupcake, (Y/N) seems to be alive. Something I can’t always depend on around you, G Dragon.”

The sound of rapid fire gunshots had you and the boys ducking. Seungri lunged towards you, wrapping himself around you to protect you. Everyone covered their heads with their arms, protecting themselves. Everyone except Flynn. He still stood, smirking down at the boys. You closed your eyes, waiting for the noise to stop.

When it did Ji Yong shot up, pointing his gun at Flynn. You slowly stood up, Seungri right behind you. You watched as Flynn whipped out his gun and pulled the trigger. Your eyes widened as you watched the bullet leave the gun. Ji Yong fell to the floor with a groan. You screamed and Flynn smirked. He casually strolled out the door, everyone too shocked to stop him.

Used to This - Part IV

Overview: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?

Characters: Dean, Reader, a smidgen of Sam

Word Count: 1,638

Warnings: injury with lots of blood, mild language, some snark, some fluff, some questioning of coffee stipulations

A/N: There should only be one more part to go… But my brain sometimes scraps those plans. Thanks for all the love you guys have shown me for this :)

Beta’d by: @wheresthekillswitch - “I freaking love all of this fic but especially this part.” <– you guys should guess which section she meant

Also beta’d by: @hannahindie - “the patented ‘voice raises three octaves when a Winchester drops trou three feet away from you’.”

Read: (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

“Dean, let me carry her so you can-”

“I’ve got her, Sam.”

“Look, you should-”

“I said I’ve got her.”

“How is she?”

“Just keep driving.”

“She’s losing a lot of blood. Why aren’t we going to the hospital, Dean?”

“Because if she lives through this she’ll kill me for taking her there.”

“I care about her, too. She’s family. Don’t I get a say in this?”

“Sam, just drive.”

“Don’t you dare leave me. You hear me, Y/N? Don’t you dare. Sam would never let me hear the end of it. And you still owe me ten dollars from that bet in Wyoming. So… just keep breathing, okay? You’re still here. I’ve got you.”

I woke up screaming, my hands flying up to tear away the blinding pain and sharp jabs from the base of my skull. Strong hands grabbed my wrists, pulled them to my front and trapped them within a single hand’s grasp while the other pushed my hips down firmly to fight against my thrashing. Another set of hands were on the side of my neck, my left temple, efficiently keeping my head still. I felt trapped, felt the tears spill over as I tried to move away again.

“Y/N! It’s Dean. It’s just me and Sam. Hey, look at me.”

My eyes were swollen and heavy as I opened them, squinting in the too bright light and aimlessly flickering as they searched for something to focus on. I found a dark red stain on the fabric in front of me and stared at it until its edges lost their fuzziness. I was lying on my side, on a bed, and as more and more red spots came into focus I realized what they were. That’s my blood. That’s a lot of my blood.

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No Will

I had fun writing this one.

Darkstache, angst

Dark finds himself back in the house, and Wilford comes looking for him.

Also posted on my AO3. Enjoy!

Tags: @colonel-william-protection-army @mayor-damien-protection-squad


A figure stood just ahead of him, clad in tan, fluffy dark curls covered by an old-fashioned safari hunter’s hat.


The figure didn’t turn around, and Dark’s fists clenched. “William.”

A bullet in his stomach. Falling backwards. Bones snap crack popping as his body hit the floor, splayed out like an discarded child’s toy.

Memories that were not his. A body that wasn’t his, either. Echoes in a house that belonged to no one.

Dark’s patience began to fray. “William.”

“William!” Dark’s shell cracked, but nothing split into two. No echoes, no red, and no blue.

He caught his reflection in the mirror and his mouth dropped open. He was-

“Damien! Old sport. My dearest friend!” William was suddenly there, grinning through his bushy mustache and those weird glasses that he always wore perched on the very tip of his nose. He slung an arm around Dark joyfully, causing the entity to wince as the broken bones in his neck were jostled.

“William-” Not his name. No. Dark’s shell broke down further, but still no sign of his aura, of the eerie, reality-bending effects that accompanied it. There was only the ringing, growing louder and louder.

His friend ignored Dark’s attempts to get his attention. “You and Celine sure played a wonderful joke! It was quite the lark, staging your own deaths. Y/N even launched themselves off a balcony! Sure fooled me, you did!”

His patience snapped. “William!”

The man was thrown across the room by the force of Dark’s power as reality fractured and broke: aura oozing out like sludge, gray encompassing the already colorless walls. The whole house began to rumble, cracks snaking up the drywall, pieces of plaster crumbling from it, falling to the floor in pieces, like snow.

William hit the wall, his head connecting with a sickening crack, then crumpled to the floor like a rag doll, un-moving.

Dark walked toward him slowly, every step feeling like he was prying his feet from mud. His form rippled red and blue with rage and other emotions he couldn’t begin to describe.

When he reached William- after what felt like an eternity- he knelt beside him, taking his limp hand and squeezing it gently.

“I could’ve saved you,” he said with a soft sigh, stroking the back of William’s hand with his thumb.

“Dark!” The entity twisted to see Wilford, stumbling towards him, a confused expression on his face. “What the hell are you doing in a place like this?”

“I-” for once, Dark was at a loss for words. He turned back to William, but his body was gone. No blood, nothing. Just bare tile. He got to his feet, adjusting his neck and straightening his suit with quivering hands. He tried his best to keep his voice calm, composed, even mildly imposing, as it should be. “That’s none of your business. What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you, of course!” Wilford drawled, “everybody’s looking for you. Google traced your cellphone here.”

Dark didn’t reply. He just stared as reality began to fracture and swim again, not at Wilford, but through him.

The confusion on the pink ego’s face gave way to concern and he crossed the room in a few short strides, shoes crunching over the fallen drywall.

“Are you alright, Dark?” He asked quietly.

Dark jolted himself out of it. Now was not the time to show weakness. Especially in front of Wilford Warfstache.

But then Wilford’s warm hand took Dark’s cold one and the pink ego was giving him a small smile.

“I … I recognize this place.” He glanced around, something like sadness in his eyes. “Something bad happened here. Something involving you, and something involving me.

“I don’t remember what it was,” he continued, gaze turning back to Dark, “do you?”

“I do.” Dark swallowed the memories that threatened to rise. Just behind Wilford, he saw William again, smiling through that thick mustache, but he forced himself to focus on his friend.

At least, the current, now-version of his friend and not the friend he longed to forget.

He didn’t realize that tears had begun drip down his cheeks until he saw a hand fly to Willi- Wilford’s mouth.

No, no, no! Dark whirled, turning his back to Wilford and tearing his hand away, wiping a sleeve furiously at his eyes. He didn’t cry. He didn’t do weakness. Especially not in front of Wilford Warfstache.

“Dark, hey. Dark, it’s okay.” He felt a hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it off, straining to keep control on his shell. He could feel it slipping, his form beginning to break apart into something less than human. He hunched over, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

But Wilford- that stupid, idiotic moron- kept trying. His hand came to Dark’s shoulders, his other to Dark’s arm.

“Leave!” Dark whirled, his face twisted with rage, his hulking form more monstrous than human, bones cracking, red and blue and black swirling around his body like a storm.

Wilford stood his ground, undaunted even as the pink and yellow of his clothes faded gray and their surroundings began to distort. “No. Not unless you are coming back with me.”

“I . . belong … here.” Dark snarled.

“You belong with me,” Wilford countered, reaching forward, “and we are going to go home now.”

Dark lashed out, and Wilford was sent flying across the room, landing with a sickening thump against the wall, then falling to the floor.

In an instant Dark’s shell snapped back together, leaving the image of a gentleman. His crimson eyes were cold as he stepped over to Wilford’s un-moving body.

He could sense William standing behind him- could see him perfectly in his mind’s eye, standing straight, arms folded behind his back, keen, dark eyes narrowed behind those glasses-  as he knelt to take a pulse.

Dark breathed a small sigh when he felt one. Slow and steady underneath his fingers. Alive.

He glanced behind him. William was gone.

He glanced back down as Wilford opened his eyes.

“Dark,” he muttered, raising a hand to rub at his forehead. Then he jolted upright. “Dark!” He reached for Dark’s face, cupping it with both hands. “You’re back in one piece.”

Dark rolled his eyes but tolerated it. After a moment he closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. A second later he felt a pair of lips brush against his forehead.

“Can we go home now?” Wilford asked, pulling away. “This place creeps me out.”

“Yes,” Dark hummed. He stood up, helping Wilford to his feet. “Let’s go home and see Dr. Iplier.”

Wilford flashed him a shaky grin and grabbed his hand, and together they headed towards the door.

On their way out, Dark caught a glance at himself in the mirror.

For a moment- a fraction of a second, really- he caught a glimpse of something. But then it was gone and it was just him. Just Dark.

And when he hesitated, glancing back over his shoulder for one last look at the shuddering, twisting house, there was nothing.

Wilford tugged on his hand, already halfway out the door. “C’mon, Dark.”

Dark paused an instant more, scanning, searching.But still, there was nothing.

Wilford pulled at him again, growing impatient.

Satisfied, he turned and followed Wilford, shutting the door behind him.

“She started it and I ended it”(Jax Teller) {Part 2}

Originally posted by uncollectively


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You were walking towards the car when a hand gripped your arm stopping you from moving any further. “Hey doll, Lets get drunk my house alright?” It was Gemma “Oh thank god how many bottles you got?” You asked her “Just enough for us to black out” Gemma smirked smiling back at her “You got it” You replied.

“My car, I don’t need you to be driving when your way passed drunk” She said nodding your head you followed her towards her car and jumped into the passenger seat.

“Like old times?” Gemma said “Like old times Gem” You nodded and sped off towards her house.

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From the Dining Table

This was heavily inspired by this song. don’t listen to it unless you want to think about your ex and possibly cry. I definitely didn’t cry lol.

I don’t know why I can only write post-break up!Finn but it is what it is. but it’s still very different from anything I’ve ever wrote. let me know what you think.

Finn Balor x OC

Maybe one day you’ll call and tell me you’re sorry, too. 

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

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The wight - Enoch O’Connor (Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children)

Pairing: Peculiar!Fem!Reader x Enoch O’Connor

Warning(s): Adorable Enoch??? Protective Enoch????? A sad Miss Peregrine??????

A/N: I won’t be writing summaries no more because i suck at it. Anyway, the reader’s peculiarity is that she can see Hollowgasts just like Jacob. Also, i’ll write the flashback(s) like THIS.

“Excuse me” said Millard for the third time. All i heard was footsteps. Footsteps everywhere. We were packing our belongings, the wights could find our loop at any moment. I saw Enoch with a few jars full of organs, i smiled sadly at him. I always wanted to leave the loop, but not like this. Not because the Peculiars were in danger. I finally found the last thing i was searching for: my old pictures. I took one and looked at it. It was a picture of Enoch and Olive i took because i thought that we didn’t had enough pictures. I remember the day i took it like it was yesterday, but i knew the picture was really old.

“Stay still!” i glared at Olive as she kept playing with her gloves. She let out an annoyed sigh but listened to me and stood beside Enoch’s armchair.

“(Y/N), please tell us again, why do we have to pose for that stupid picture?” the boy said, clearly frustrated.

“Fine! You should’ve just said that you mind me making memories with my FRIENDS” i put the emphasis at the word ‘friends’ letting them know i’m disappointed.

“We’re not just friends, darling, and you know it” he stood up and walked over to me. I glanced at Olive, noticing her little smirk.

“I’ll be in the hallway” was all she said before she left the room. I looked at Enoch angrily before turning around and heading to the door. I was about to leave when i felt his arms around my waist, holding me tight.

“No, don’t go. Not yet” his voice was muffled as he hid his face in my hair. I let out a frustrated sigh.

“I’m mad at you, O’Connor” i snapped turning my head slightly so i could see him. I registered the first hints of reddened cheeks and i couldn’t help but blush a little too. I tried to hide it, turning my head quickly.

“Too late, i saw it” he smirked and his lips found their way to my neck, pecking it softly. “Don’t be mad, please” he said through kisses. I groaned.

“God, why you’re so clingy today?” i asked trying to distract myself a little from the pleasure.

“Because i’m scared” he whispered. What? No, no, no, Enoch O’Connor won’t be scared or sad around me.

“Wait, why you’re scared?” i asked turning around so i was facing him, my anger disappearing completely.

“What if the wights come back? And the Hollowgasts?” he blurted out. My poor, little Peculiar…

“Oh, sweetheart, no one spotted any wights in a quite long time. And i didn’t saw any Hollowgasts either” i smiled at him, he looked so vulnerable right now. I took his hand in mine stroking it gently with my thumb.

“Are you sure?” i nodded reassuringly. He acted like a lost child and i found it adorable. “Let’s finally take the picture then” he breather out and sat down once again. I walked over to him and kissed him before calling Olive.

“Okay guys, just stay still while i’m taking the picture. One… Two…Three!” and then i snapped the picture.

“Show us, show us!” the girl squealed in excitement, jumping a little.

“Let’s show it to Miss Peregrine” i grinned and runned out of the room.

I smiled at the memory. I heard Miss Peregrine’s voice, telling us to come down. I felt something… Bizarre in my stomach. With the leather suitcase in my hand, i made my way down the stairs. I looked up and saw a man with sharp teeth and white eyes. A wight. He was holding Jacob. I pushed through the Peculiars, finding my way to the front.

“Children, for Jake’s safety, we are going to do what Mr. Barron asks. He wishes to take me with him…” that’s when i muted their voices. Miss Peregrine… Is leaving us? But… She can’t!

“You are sacrificing yourself and all of us… For Jake?” i somehow heard Enoch’s voice and i turned to face him. He noticed me and told me to come to his side. I wasn’t his dog to listen to him so I just shook my head and looked at the sight before me.

“Mr. Barron travels with a Hollow, Enoch. Once it arrives there, we’re all dead. ” the Bird explained, sending him a stern look.

“Enoch, only Jake can see them. She means he’s our only hope” Horace added.

“(Y/N) can see them too!” he raised his voice and i saw the regret in his eyes. He knew i was in danger now.

“Well, look at you, little girl. Aren’t you the prettiest little thing?” Mr. Barron said and suddenly, he relieved Jacob, grabbing me instead. I winced when the blade touched my throat. One wrong move, and i’m dead.

“No, no! Let her go, you bastard!” Enoch tried to attack the wight and Bronwyn caught him by his sleeve quickly.

“Just, go and hide. Please…” i heard my voice break and i closed my eyes. Where’s my confidence? Somewhere, drowned in fear of losing my loved ones. They finally understood that i could die at any moment right now because they made their way to the living room where Miss Avocet was hiding since the beginning.

“It’s been my privilege to care for you all. Goodbye, my children” she closed the door. They’re safe. “Now, let her go” Miss Peregrine said and he listened to her. That’s what i thought at least, until he cut my throat a little. He was playing with her. I let out a shaky breath. She gasped but kept her calm as she saw that i’m fine. “Promise me one thing, Jake, (Y/N). That you will try to look after them all” she breathed out. I nodded, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“I promise” i responded before hugging her tightly. “I’m going to miss you, Miss P.” i whispered as more tears rolled down. She was crying too. Then i let go and she took a few steps back before turning into a bird and flying into the cage. Mr. Barron closed it right after, a devilish smile on his face. He took us by the shirts and threw us into the room. I stumbled and fell to the ground. Enoch was quick to react because he was beside me a second after. The wight waved at us, before turning around pretending to leave, then he faced us again with a ‘boo’ making the children gasp. He laughed and closed the door.

“It’s getting dark. You won’t even be able to see their shadows. We have to stay inside. It’s the only place we stand a chance” Jake said and we nodded.

“He’s quite right. Now, where does Miss Peregrine keep her weapon?” Miss Avocet asked and i was the one to respond. “In there. Let’s go” i was about to show them when Enoch stopped me.

“You’re bleeding” he noticed, touching the blood on my throat.

“It’s just a scratch” i joked trying to light up the mood. It’s something i do when i’m scared or anxious.

“Please, don’t do that again. I could’ve lost you” he said, pulling me to his chest. I inhaled his scent and listened to his heartbeat. I felt once again safe “I love you” he murmured before kissing my forehead.

“I love you too, Enoch”

An Unexpected Reunion.

Request from @purplekitten30​: I’d like to request a Bucky x sister fic if it’s not too much trouble. Him and the team raid a hydra base and they find a teenage girl in a cryo tank in a hidden basement room. Bucky remembers her and gets emotional cause they were so close growing up. Once she wakes up they share a moment and he shows her around and he’s so happy to have his baby sister back.

Note: Hope you enjoy this! <3

Bucky Barnes x Sister!Reader

Words: 2,373

Warnings: Violence and swearing.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

Originally posted by tsukkikatsuki

Yet another HYDRA base had been located and the team had been called upon to incapacitate it and gain all knowledge from the systems that lay inside of it. The mood in the meeting room was a sombre one; although they all wanted to eradicate HYDRA from existence but it was proving rather difficult to do so. Each one of them had been affected by the organisation; more so Bucky and Steve and they didn’t want anyone else to suffer.

“The goddamn bastards just keep spawning! Where are they coming from?!”

Bucky’s temper was the first to flare up as he slammed a metal fist down onto the table. A dark look enveloped his eyes as he did.

“There are reports that all those people who have gone missing over the past couple of years have had their minds infiltrated – filled with the HYDRA vision. They essentially have their pick of any innocent civilian wandering the streets.” Agent Hill’s voice mirrored the feelings of the team sat around her but despite the anger she also felt she kept it reeled in so that she was able to relay the information she needed to. “This base is known to be running underneath the guise of a homeless shelter. People have been seen entering the building but never leaving.”

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Happy (belated) 4th of July - Clark Kent x Reader

“Can I request one for Clark? Where the reader kinda lived next door but Clark and her have been best friends since the kents found him. And he told you his powers before anyone else because he trust her and loves her more than Lana?” for @brooke-supernatural16

First. This Clark is the one from Smallville because it was requested like so, and because fuck yeah Tom Welling was a great Clark Kent. Second, I wanted to write something for the fourth of July but I was SO NOT feeling it on that here we are, a day later, I found something to still write about the fourth even though we’re not anymore and boom. Anyway. I hope you’ll like it and blahblahblah : 

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The day Clark arrived on Earth, you were looking at your bedroom window. 

Of course, you were way too young to understand what was going on, being only but a one year old child. Already at that early age, you were curious about everything, and had stood up in your crib to look out the window when you saw a light going through the sky…Pretty.

Though you were only a small toddler, this memory somewhat stuck with you, and you often referred to it as your earliest memory, though you never really knew how to explain it…So you just went with : “My first memory ever is of a shooting star in the sky. The most beautiful one I’ve ever seen”. 

Only a few days after this “incident”, you first met Clark. 

You couldn’t remember that day, but according to yours and his parents, it instantly clicked between the two of you. So far, you refused to play with any other kids at the day care where your parents had to leave you because they both worked…but with Clark ? You brought your favorite toy to him and, though at first he was a bit confused, he quickly warmed up to you. 

Conveniently, you were his next door neighbor, though “next door neighbor” in Smallville meant that your house was a bit less than a mile away from his. Oh the many times you ran to his house, or he ran to yours…Sometimes, you’d meet in the middle, having had the same idea to go see each others. 

You two were so close, that you were the first and only person, besides, obviously, his parents, to whom he talked about his powers. You guys were seven when he described to you what he could do, and at first, you thought he was joking, until he took a piece of metal and broke it in half…Wow. 

Being the comic nerd you already were, you got overly excited. Of course, you’d never talk about it to anyone, but Hell, sometimes, you’d just ask him to go “super” and do something cool, just for the sake of it. 

When you were sad, instead of comforting you with his clumsy words, he would lift tractors or something. Strangely, it always worked, no matter what, it would always bring a smile to your face. And though he’d never admit it, making you smile made him incredibly happy. 

You were pretty sure you spent at least three quarters of your life in Clark Kent’s company…Well, up until you both turned seventeen. 

You were his first friend, and though Pete and Chloe joined rather quickly, as the years went by, you became his best friend…but of course, as it happens many times between such best friends, someone came in and ruined everything. 

In your case, that someone was called “Lana Lang”.

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This is an Alec Lightwood imagine. I KNOW ALEC IS GAY BUT FOR THIS HE IS STRAIGHT. I have a lot of requests to get to and school is killing me but i’m trying to get to them all. 

Originally posted by itscuteust

As always i was woken up by my alarm clock that goes off at 7 a.m sharp. I opened my eyes to be met by the same sight i was everyday. Nothing was new in the institute. I got up and put on a happy face. I didn’t want Alec or Izzy coming asking me questions.

“Get up we have a mission” i said when i stepped into Izzys room without knocking. I always did this since we had known each other forever it just didn’t seem necessarily to knock. “How are even up right now” she complained and pulled the sheets over her head. “Because your brother might kill me if i wasn't” i laughed. I actually had started to get a crush on the oldest Lightwood. “You have such a crush on him” Izzy mumbled under her breath while getting up and going to her closet “I DON'T” i yelled and threw a pillow after her.

“We need about six people. So Izzy, me, Jace, Clary, Y/N and we’ll take Luke with us too” Alec finish the short meeting he had called. Or so we thought “I’m not done” Alec said making all of us groan and sit back down in our seats “We have to make groups. Izzy i need you to go with Luke. Jace and Clary are together and Y/N you’re with me” He finished gesturing for everybody to leave. A small smile grew on my face knowing i had the entire day to spend with Alec.

“Heres your chance” Izzy whispered when she passed me “SHUT UP ISABELLE” i yelled back. I really didn’t need the entire institute knowing about my crush. Especially when Alec doesn’t know anything. And he definitely doesn’t  feel the same way.

Alec and i were walking down the narrow hallway when a demon attacked out of nowhere. Alec of course had it under control. He hit the demon with enough force to knock it down so that i could cut it. I looked up and saw the look of satisfaction on his face.

“Come on. Run” Alec said after a few seconds of silence where we just stared at each other. I began running after Alec. when we got where we needed to go we stood in silence waiting for Izzy and Luke. “So. i realise we don’t talk a lot… my fault but tell me something about yourself.” I started. I would much rather have a conversation with Alec than just sit in awkward silence.

“Uhm. I don’t know. I one shot my teacher with an arrow” He said randomly. I laughed out loud and turned to him with a shocked expression on my face.


“No” ALec laughed a little at the memory. “Your turn. Tell me something” He commanded.

“Oh… i guess i had kind of a boring life…. Oh one time i kissed a guy and i was supposed to text my friend about how bad the kiss was and i accidentally texted the guy” i sighed. To my surprise it got Alec laughing. After a while i realised why he was laughing so hard.  “And that guy was Jace oh god i totally forgot you already knew that” I laughed at the thought.

“You got Jace crying for three days Y/N” Alec laughed “ He coul-” he was gonna continue but got hit from behind him. I ran over to kill the demon who had attacked him.  

“Alec are you okay.” I yelled dropping to my knees. I tried to look at his stomach where he had been cut but he pushed me away trying to get up himself.

“I’m fine.” He said but before he got up he totally blacked out.

“Hey. you’re home don’t worry. Jace and Luke helped me get you here”  I said. I was sitting next to Alecs bed where he was currently laying shirtless.

“I’m fine really i don’t need anything” He said trying to get up but of course his wound started aching and I pushed him down again. “Y/N i’m fine. I can take care of myself”

“I know you can but you’re not fine. Now let me take care of you” i said. I started looking at his wound but it got too much for him and he grabbed my hand. My eyes shot up to look at him. “Uhm. Sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt you” i said.

“Shut up” he said and lifted his hand to the back of my neck and lifted me. He quickly pushed his lips against mine. “How good was that because if you’re gonna text someone about this i wanna know from now” He said. I laughed and pressed my lips to his again.