this lamp watches me sleep at night

The Joker x Reader - “Old Habits”

Everyone in the underworld answers to The Organization. This only happens once, but you will be auctioned to the other members that already served their term and for 6 months you will belong to that person. You have to do anything they ask, both on personal and business level. All the profits go to The Organization; you can’t keep anything for yourself; you can’t escape, you can’t avoid it, just postpone the inevitable. After your 6 months, you can choose and stay as a bidder (just like you did).

“We’ll start the bidding at $500.000 ! “ the auctioneer points towards The Joker, who is chained to the wall and sure doesn’t look pleased with this evening’s events. But there is nothing he can do about it and he is aware of it. He certainly fought them, that’s why he’s tight up. J should have known better but …there he is.

You lift your hand up and so do several more.

“You’re popular, Mister Joker” the announcer snickers and you know J enough to notice he might snap soon. Please don’t do anything reckless, it’s only going to make it worse, you think to yourself, worried.

“What about a million dollars, hm?”

Poison Ivy turns towards you, winking:

“Wanna share him? We can go half-half girl,” she bites her lip, enthusiastic.

“Not on J, Ivy”, you answer, determined to hold your ground.

“Uhhhh, you’re no fun Y/N! But I can understand how powerful an old flame can be… ” she sighs, playing with her hair.

“ 2 million?” you hear and you lift your hand again. So many wanting him… If anybody else gets The Clown Prince of Crime it won’t be pretty. He can probably handle it… and yet something inside you doesn’t want you to give up.

“ 5 million! “ you raise your voice and all heads turn towards you.

The Joker finally notices you and grinds his teeth, definitely not glad with the encounter.

“6!” Ivy waves at the auctioneer, excited.

“7!” you keep on going, irritated she is just doing it to antagonize you.


You take a deep breath and loudly exclaim:

“12 million!” People start talking and whispering and Ivy pouts, already bored:

“She can have him for that price,” she giggles, elbowing you. You pinch her arm, smiling and relieved you won.

“12 million going once, going twice…. Mister Joker is sold to Miss Y/N for 12 million!”

Everyone starts clapping and congratulating you; he just stares with a blank expression on his face, wanting to kill everyone in the huge room. At least he didn’t do anything stupid for once.


“Untie him,” you command once J is brought to your quarters. He starts cussing, trying to kick the guards and you cover his mouth while they take the chains off.

“Please shut up, you’ll get in trouble. It’s your turn and there is nothing you can do about it. If you run or try to trick them, they will take away everything from you and you’ll have nothing to get back to in Gotham, you know it. Most than likely you’ll end up dead; they don’t like rebellions, no matter who the person is. Are you good now?” you ask and his chest goes up and down really fast but he nods a yes. “Good, “you let go and the guards are done too. “Leave us,” you signal and once they are gone you close the door behind them, finally relaxing a bit.

“Where the hell were you???!!!” he stomps towards you, extremely furious and pushes you so brutally you almost fall on your back. “You just left me without a word???!!  Gone for 8 months and now I find myself here with you as my buyer for the next half a year?!!! Do…do you know how long I’ve… I’ve searched for you?” he takes it down a notch, keeping his hands in his hair, panting.

You just regain your balance and calmly inform him:

“You know I postponed my time for as long as I could until they didn’t play along anymore. They came for me at my apartment and I had to go. I couldn’t contact you because they don’t allow it, you know the rules. I thought you would have guessed on why I disappeared…I didn’t leave you…” you blink faster, rubbing your cheeks, not wanting to get too emotional about it.

“Why didn’t you come back, hm?” he points his finger at you, still mad. “Your 6 months were up two months ago!!!”

“I stayed for you!” you suddenly scream and he frowns, not expecting it. “I knew your time will be up soon and you won’t be able to avoid it. I wanted to buy you so none of the ones having a grudge against you will !!!! Once you leave you can’t come back so I stayed. That’s why I chose to remain here as a bidder, you, you…ungrateful JERK!!!” you lash out at him, upset and almost regretting your decision.

“Jeez, thanks,” The Joker has the nerve to sarcastically mock you, even if on the inside he gets the picture.

“You dare talking to me like this, J?!” you tremble with anger, trying not to have a meltdown. “You know this is everyone’s chance to get revenge on those whom they don’t like or have a grudge against. And you, King of Gotham… “ you smirk, fuming with vexation,”… have a lot of enemies among our own. You should be so grateful right now that you’re mine and not someone else’s! Do you know Ivy wanted to share, huh? Do you know what happens to the men she buys? I’ve seen it and it’s not pretty. Harvey hates you, he would have torn you to pieces until the bitter end of your 6 months. Riddler would have driven you insane, really insane; you wouldn’t have recognized yourself at the end of your time!!! You think you know mind games? HA! Try his!… And the list goes on and on!”

You take a deep breath because spitting out this stuff made you all worked up.

J definitely seems speechless for once; he keeps on looking at you up and down, debating:

“Who… who bought you?” he utters, taking off his jacket and placing it on the bed.

“I was lucky it was Dr. Freeze,” you sniffle. “Due to his…condition, I mostly just had to do the business part for The Organization. A few times…”, he sees your eyes getting teary, “…I don’t want to talk about it, OK? And then I stayed…waiting for you…so I can get you and nobody else. That’s how much I cared. But don’t worry, that’s not the case anymore,” you hiss at him, regaining your composure. “ I just wanted to repay you for that time during the Wayne Industry heist you saved my life. I don’t want to owe you, understand?” you quickly make up a reason this way it won’t show how hurt you are. He has no idea what you’ve been through and what it took for you to stay when all you desired was to leave and run back to him.

The Joker just lifts his shoulders up, puckering his lips:

“So this means I don’t have to sleep with you and all that stuff since I’m yours for 6 months?”

“Exactly, I don’t want you to touch me; just worry about the business part of it and get them as much money as they want!  I’m responsible for you so try not to get us both killed. Then you’re done and that’s it. If you want to stay as a bidder afterwards, it will be your choice,” you grumble, shaking your head since J is really getting on your nerves.

He deliberates for a few seconds before talking again:

“So…what am I supposed to do if I…get…the urge, Doll?”

“What?!” you snarl, not amused. The Joker was hoping it would make you smile.“Whatever you did while I was gone!” you bark at him and head towards the bathroom, adamant to take a shower, maybe it will help cool you off.

You hear the knock in the door and it scares you. Were you two really loud?! Hopefully they didn’t hear the argument or you’re in big trouble.

“Take your shirt off, quickly!” you tell him while you pull your dress over your head, taking your bra off and tossing it to the side. He knows why so for once he does as asked and you push him in bed, getting on top of him really fast and covering everything you can with the blanket.

“Come in,” you turn your head and one of the guards walks in, averting his eyes when he sees the both of you like that.

“What is it? I’m busy enjoying my prize!” you growl, covering your breasts with your hands.

“I’m so…so sorry to interrupt, Miss Y/N. I have the Organization’s list of everything Mister Joker has to do for 6 months, all the heists, kidnappings and…”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” J replies, irked, getting on his elbows. “Just get out, we know the drill; the lady’s having fun, OK? She sure wants her money’s worth so I have to get back to business, like…NOW!”

“Leave that stuff on the table,” you point with your head and the guard obliges, turning around afterwards and exiting your quarters.

“Of course, m-my apologies again,” he nervously stammers, closing the door.

“Good, this helped, it looks believable,” you whisper. “Would you take your hand out of my bikini?!” you slap his arm, trying to kick him in the crotch as you get off him.

“Heyyyy, watch the merchandise, you paid 12 million for it!” J snickers and he doesn’t like the fact that you’re still upset. But he was a complete ass, so…

“You’re not worth it, trust me…” you sadly reply and he bites his tongue because he sure wants to say something very mean. “I’m going for a shower, I have 2 more bathrooms in my quarters, pick one,” you let him know with a sour expression on your face, heading back towards your own.


“So I’m sleeping here?” he inquires, slamming 4 pillows on the bed.

“Yes, you know the rules: you have to sleep in the same bed with your buyer. Sometimes they raid the rooms at night, they sure don’t care about privacy too much. You can’t lock the doors, ever.  We have to follow protocol.”

The Joker huffs, fiddling around with his boxers before sitting down.

“How was sleeping in the same bed with Dr. Freeze?” he inquires, watching you roll your eyes:

“Cold!” you shortly reply and continue: “This is a double king so there’s plenty of space. Make sure you stay on your side, don’t try your sneaky ways with me,” you warn him, getting comfortable under your comforter. You reach your hand and turn off the lamp when you hear:

“Hey, Y/N, do they have stripers here?”

“Shut the hell up, J!” you place the cover on top of your head, hoping he’ll be quiet.

“No, seriously, do they?” he tries again.

Since you don’t answer, The Joker assumes he can continue yapping:

“I think you should know I might have got somebody pregnant.”

“For God’s sake, give it a rest, will you?” you turn on the other side. “I don’t care!”  but after a few seconds he is so pleased to hear your muffled voice from under the covers: “Did you really?!”

His maniacal laughter resonates in the bedroom and you decide not to say anything anymore.


You wake up sweating, feeling really hot and you realize why: he got under your comforter and he’s squeezing the life out of you in his sleep.

“J, wake up, go on your side!” you take his hands away from around your waist, not wanting him so close to you. “This better be your gun!” you push him away, not entertained at the situation.

“Nope, not my gun, you know I sleep naked,” he groans, half asleep. “Old habits, don’t flatter yourself,” and he tries to snuggle by you again.

“I’m not. Stop bugging me, I mean it!” you punch him in the arm, aggravated again.

“Don’t hit me!” he musters, trying really hard not to hit you back. “…What the hell is this?!” J grumbles, feeling your skin from under your t-shirt.

“Not all my missions were easy, I have more scars now, “you confess, not happy at the memories, pulling away from him and he finally lets go and rolls over towards his side of the bed.

“I’m sure you deserved it,” he maliciously responds, getting cozy with his pillows. He certainly likes to bite.
“Just make sure you do what you have to do for your 6 months and then you’re done…we’re done with this nonsense…” you sulk since you are fed up with his crap.

“Whatever, I don’t give a damn!” he has one last outburst before winding down. “Hey, Y/N, can you imagine me sleeping in the same bed with Dead Shot or Harvey? Those guys are boring.”

And you thought he was done. But you don’t reply.

“But Ivy though… that woman knows how to make other men want her and… ouch, hey, watch it!” The Joker protests when he receives one of your pillows right in the face. “ I’m keeping this one too,” he decides, and he hears you mumble not very nice things; it pleases him to realize he still has the power to antagonize you.


He came back from one of his mission with a black eye. Because of his pale skin, it looks so much worse than it is.

“Can you see?” you ask, staring at his eye: definitely doesn’t look clear blue anymore: just red, swollen and inflamed.

“Somewhat,” J sighs, grabbing the ice bag from your hand and placing it over his bruise.

“You should go to one of the doctors here, I don’t want you to go blind,” you pout, unconsciously keeping your hand on top of his.
“I thought you don’t care, Doll,” he pushes your hand away, pretending to be in pain.

“I don’t,” you are fast to respond. “I just want you to be able to continue with your assignments, remember I am responsible for you.  Are you sure you don’t need a doctor?”

“Pffttt, I’m OK, I’m The Joker. I don’t need anybody for anything,” he puffs, hinting at you not being important to him.

Like you need clues.

“Yes, honey,” you make it a point of being overly sarcastic while saying it, “we are all aware of that!” and you slam the door, leaving the confused J sitting on the couch with a displeased expression on his face. He sure believed you will put up with his temper and venomous remarks and baby him. This is what you used to do…


He returned from a robbery with two bullet wounds in his right arm. The medical team took care of that and patched him up well, but you know it’s not going to be easy: he’s never been a good patient.

He keeps on tossing and turning, wincing in pain while you want to nap. You try not to pay attention but he won’t quit. You even cover your head with a pillow; it’s no use.

“Doll, I think I have a fever,” he whines, pulling at your blanket.

“Uuuhhhhh,” you get up on your side, wishing you have shared him with Ivy so she can get a taste of his wonderful interpersonal skills. But since you didn’t…joke’s on you. “No you don’t!” you snap but move towards him anyway to check. Old habits

“See? I’m burning up,” J complains and starts purring when you touch his forehead.

“You’re fine, you don’t seem… too…hot…” you utter and glare when he takes your hand and kisses it.

“I am hot, maybe horny, can’t really tell,” he flashes his silver smile at you, winking.

“Stop your stupid games!” you back out, regretting you felt for it.

“What games?! I got shot and I’m in pain. Com’ere,” he gestures for you and it makes you cringe.

“No, I’m fine where I am,” you decline and The Joker is not used with rejection. He opens his mouth to say something vicious and you just ignore him. “Good night!” you cut it short, wanting to rest. You manage to put your ear plugs in, not willing to listen to a single word that comes out of his mouth anymore. He sure blurred out a lot of things that you didn’t hear.


2 in the morning and you wake up startled, not knowing why. You stretch, adjusting against your body pillow when you hear J groan in his sleep, uncomfortable from his fresh wounds he got on another commision today.

He’s dozing off in the middle of the bed and since you have the nightlight on you can distinguish the grimace of pain on his face and messy green hair all over the place. You watch his restless sleep for a while and bite your cheek, worried without even noticing. You move close to him and touch his forehead but it doesn’t seem like he has a fever.

You remember how you used to comfort him when he got injured in the past and you press your lips against the bandages, not even knowing why you’re doing it. Old habits

“What are you doing, Pumpkin?” J yawns, scrunching up his face with his eyes closed.

“Kissing it better,” you bitterly reply and can’t help but sensing your heart beating faster when he answers:

“It does feel better…” and he softly pulls on your hair, snoozing, playing with the long strands until he’s out cold again. You wouldn’t know that what you did sure relaxed him; he wouldn’t admit to it even if it kills him, but he really misses your touch. Old habits

You swear in your mind this is the only time you will be nice to him since he really screwed up. You have to be strong, this way you can have revenge for all the anguish you suffered for his sake.


Today is the end of his 6 months service and The Joker ended up being stabbed on his mission. Since it’s quite a superficial lesion, they allowed him to take the rest of the day off. He mopes around the quarters, delighted his ordeal is over with. He sure didn’t enjoy serving his time for The Organization. So much money, diamonds and guns he got for them and he couldn’t keep anything. He completely detests it but there was no way around it.

Where is she? J wonders since he didn’t see you at all today. He really wants to get out of there as soon as possible.

You enter the rooms with the 4 guards and seem deep in thought. When you leave the premises for good you have to always be accompanied by them; you can’t take anything with you; all stays behind.

“Finally, Y/N, let’s get out of here!” he impatiently grabs your hand and starts dragging you out. “Walk faster!” J barks and after a few moments you yank your hand away, staying behind while the security team closely follows his steps. He turns his head, reaching for you again while pacing down the hallway.

“Come on, what you are doing?! Move it!”

“I’m staying…” The Joker hears your voice echoing and he halts, alarmed, not even knowing why he has this strong desire for you to follow him.

“You’re what?!” he tilts his head, irritated and wants to head back towards you but the guards won’t let him.

“You can’t go back, sir, you know the rules. Please keep on walking!”

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?! Let’s go!” he yells, trapped in between the wardens.

You blink fast a few times, hesitant. You sure want to get out of the place as fast as him… yet:

“They’re bringing Frost in tomorrow,” you talk loud enough so he can hear you. “I want to get him; a lot of them hate Jonny for his connection to you.”

“That’s so stupid, Doll! I thought you want to run out of here as soon as I was done with my time!” he shouts as the guards make him move again.

He keeps on looking back and you don’t say anything; you just lift your hand and wave a faint good-bye, your eyes getting watery while watch him depart. You don’t even know why you are so upset; he’s definitely not worth it.

“Fuck!” J grumbles, irked he won’t see you anytime soon. He can’t understand why his selfish self keeps on having doubts about leaving you behind; you’re definitely not worth it. “Hold on!” he gets the attention of his wardens. He takes a deep breath and passes his fingers through his hair, wanting to keep his mouth shut but something inside makes him pronounce the words: “I’m staying as a bidder.”

“Are you sure, Mister Joker?” one of the guys double checks.

“Yes, I’m sure, even if I’m aware this is the most stupid ass decision I’ve ever made…besides dating her, of course,” he scoffs, heading back towards you.

You pretend you don’t care at all when he comes in front of you and starts rambling, dramatically gesturing to accentuate his feelings:

“If you think you will get Frost and sleep with him in the same bed without me supervising the whole damn thing, you’re wrong!”

“Huh?!” you look so confused when he angrily hugs you.

Him and his stupid jealousy… Old habit.

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Please please someone help

I need help.
I very often have horrendous nightmares and every time I have one, I end up having them the whole night. I feel as if someone is standing in the middle of the room watching me when I wake up. I’m too afraid to go back to sleep as of now.

I REALLY NEED a cleansing ritual that does not involve burning anything. THESE ARE THE THINGS I HAVE. If the ritual can use any of this stuff that is preferable but it doesn’t have to.
-meditation bowl
-salt lamp
-jet stone
-regular filtered water from a brita filter

Thank you so much someone help me be able to sleep properly please

Haunted House and Night time Visitor

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When I was four years old, my parents and I were living in a rather large house in Northern New Jersey. From the very beginning, the house did not feel right to me. Before my mom became pregnant with my sister, I would always be playing by myself on the ground floor, in the living room. No matter if I was playing with dolls or dressing up, I would always have this eerie, hollow feeling like someone was watching me. Whenever I got this feeling, I would walk over to the staircase and peer up, expecting to find the source of the feeling, but nothing was ever there. Aside from a few creepy instances of toys turning on by themselves, seeing things from the corners of our eyes, and mysterious noises, we remained in the house. One night, I was lying in bed with my parents in their room, in the attic. They were on either side of me, and we were watching a movie. I dozed off. When I woke up, my parents were sleeping, the TV was turned off, and a small lamp was on in the corner. I lay in bed for a few minutes, and I heard shuffling coming from the second floor; either my room or the bathroom. I lay super still in  bed. just listening. After a minute or two, I heard heavy footsteps  ascending the stairs to my parents room. I froze, not believing what I was hearing; I knew we were alone in the house. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and listened. The footsteps began to come around the corner, and finally, moving slowly, the footsteps stopped in the doorway. In the doorway, I saw a figure. Well, not quite a figure; it didn’t have a definite shape, but it was so tall, it took up the entire doorway. It was a mix between static and mist, it was grey, and it was just standing there. After I stared at it for a few seconds, it started slowly into the room. At this point, I was so scared that I threw the blanket completely over my head. I held my breath and squeezed my eyes shut. I heard the footsteps coming toward the bed. They stopped for a moment, and then, I felt the thing slowly get on the bed, right near our feet. It started to crawl over my dad as he slept on my right side. My dad began to stir, and suddenly, the weight was gone. He asked ME if I was crawling on top of him. He actually FELT it. When I told him what really happened, we didn’t stay for too much longer.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 7/10 Ooh boy, that’s sounds like a really interesting looking spectre.  Thanks for sharing the scares!

The Unknown

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: General Hux x Reader

Words: 943

Requests: betheoneringtomygollum: 30 with Huxxx!!! and toofangirl: Could you write something with Hux? Lots of Fluff lots of Angst please?

A/N: Not a lot of fluff and angst, but I tried.

30. “It killed me to see you with him.”

It was one of those nights where Hux refused to come to bed because he had reports to fill out. You tried going to sleep like he said, but your body wouldn’t let you. Not until he was in bed with you. You sat up on the bed and watched him for a little bit. The small amount of lighting from his desk lamp illuminated his face and if you looked close enough, you could see the bags under his eyes. You got out from bed and walked over to him. You leaned on the chair and draped yourself over his shoulder.

“I thought I told you to go to sleep.” He mumbled.

“I can’t, not without you by my side.”

“I just have a couple more to do.”

“You said that ten reports ago.”

“ was five reports ago.”

“Well, it felt like ten. Come on Brendol, please come to bed." 

"I will soon." 

You groaned in protest. You then had an idea. You began to kiss the back of his head, then down towards his neck.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" 

"Bothering you, so you can finally join me in bed." 

Hux sighed, "Very well,” He closed the folder and piled all the reports together,

“Get into bed while I get ready.” You skipped to your bed and dove under the covers. Minutes later, Hux joined you. You two entwined yourselves in each others arms.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

That moment seemed like it was all dream to General Hux. It seemed so distant to him. That was a time when he was truly happy and all of it was gone. And it was his fault. This was his punishment. This is what he deserved: to see you in the arms of another man. What made it even worse? That man was Kylo Ren. 

Very often, Hux would find himself rounding the corner to see you kissing Ren or you smiling at him. It pained Hux to see you like this. He used to be the only one to kiss you, to hold you, to make you smile. He hated that this is what his choices led to. For you to be happy with someone else.

“We can no longer be together.” Hux said it so plainly as if it didn’t bother him.

“W-what? Why? I don’t understand.”

“You are a distraction. I’ve been focusing so much on you that I have been neglecting my duties to the First Order.”

“B-but Brendol, I love you. Don’t you love me too?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” That broke you. Didn’t matter? Did that whole relationship not matter to him? Did this mean you mean nothing to him?

“Gather your things and move back into your previous quarters.” You cried as you did what you ordered. You quickly packed all of your things and left not giving one more glance to Bren-General Hux. 

Hux went through his day trying to not think of you and Kylo Ren. He hated that you occupied his thoughts every single minute and hour. At the end of the day, he was tired, but he felt like he deserved a drink. When he stepped into the dining hall, he expected it to be completely empty. But he was wrong. In the middle of the hall, you were sitting at a table surrounded by empty glasses of alcohol. 

“Hello, General, what would you like?” a service droid asked.

“Corellian brandy, please.” He stood there watching you swirl the liquid in his glass. When the droid handed him his drink, he walked over to you. 

You set your drink down and looked up at him, “Do you think you could get me a glass? The damn droid says I’ve hit my limit. ‘Drink myself to death’ it said. Like I care.” You scoffed.

“What happened?” Hux asked.

“Kylo broke up with me.” You gulped the last remaining bit of alcohol you had left, “Said I was a distraction. Just like what you said. There must be something wrong with me.”

“He was a fool to do that.” Hux muttered.

You scoffed again, “So what does that make you?”

“An even bigger fool.”

“Psh. Yeah. Right.” You stood up and wobbled. Hux hurriedly ran to your side and caught you before you fell. You pushed him off you, “Get off me! I can take care of myself!” You slurred.

“Y/N, you’re completely intoxicated. Let me take care of you.”

“Oh, so now you care about me." 

"Come on, let’s get you to your rooms.” Hux held you up as you struggled walking back to your room. When you got inside you immediately plopped onto your bed. 

Hux sighed. He took off your boots and opened up your blankets covering you with them. You fell asleep immediately. Hux watched you sleep. His heart heavy with all the love he still felt for you. 

“I love you, Brendol.” You mumbled in your sleep. Hux felt like crying. He kissed your forehead and stroked your hair.

“I love you too, Y/N. I always have. I’m sorry I hurt you. It wasn’t easy for me to do it. It wasn’t easy for me to see you with Ren either. It killed me to see you with him, to see you do everything you did with me, to see you happy with someone else. But this is what I get. I let go of the best thing that ever happened to me. What hurts even more is that you will never know how much I still love you.” He kissed you one last time and left you to sleep.

His name was 지민 - Chapter 1

His name was Jimin - Chapter 1

“The first meeting.”

Words: 1288

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The music was bursting out of the speakers, bodies were touching and it was sweaty and hot. You had let your newly single friend drag you out to a club on a saturday night. Dancing to eardrum bursting edm music wasn’t really your thing but you friend insisted and you agree’d since you wanted to help her cheer up from her second break up … this month.

You sat down by a table as your friend ordered emotion killing drinks, also known as drinks that would be the reason to you carrying her back home. You watched all the bodies dancing against eachother to the beat and sighed. Your friend smashed the glas down on the table. “Didn’t you say you we’re going to buy two?” You asked. “I did! I drank one on the way over here!” She giggled. You rolled your eyes at her. After downing her second drink in seconds she stumbled out of her seat and dragged you with her. “Let’s dance baby!” She yelled. Fine, you thought. She dragged you into the centre of the moving bodies and the two of you began moving to the music. You were actually enjoying yourself, getting more into the dance the two of you laughed together, enjoing the moment.

The club got more and more crowded by the second. Your friend had abandonned you for a guy asking her for a dance, so you headed back to table, pushing past all the bodies. You suddenly got an elbow punch in the waist by a stranger, making you trip to the side, straight into the arms of another stranger. “Wow, easy there. How many drinks have you had?” He chuckeled. “None” you said embarrassed. He flashed a bright smile at you, helping you up on your feet. “Where’s your table I’ll help you over there.” He said, still holding onto your arms. You pointed to the direction of your table and he began pushing past the rest of the dancing bodies, dragging you behind him by the arm.

You both sat down at the table. “Are you ok?” He asked, raising his voice over the music. “I’m ok thank you.” You said still embarrassed. Did he think you were drunk? Making the awkward situation even more awkward you randomly blurted “I’m not drunk.” (Why did I say that?! Ugh!) He gave an awkward laugh, avoiding eyecontact “me neither”. Couldn’t he just leave you? The fact that he was really handsome didn’t make the situation less awkward. “My name’s Jimin.” He said. Surprised that he hadn’t left yet you looked up, meeting his eyes. (Was he blushing?) “Y/N” You said, failing to stop the shy giggle, making him giggle aswell. You looked away from eachother, looking back again at the same time and again looking away. “Uhm… Do you come here often?” He asked. “No, my friend dragged me out here.” You said. “Same here” he laughed.

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A brown haired boy stumbled over to your table. “Yaah! Jiminah! Let’s go.” He said. “No not yet!” Jimin said. The brown haired boy mumbled something unclear as a reply and began to pull on his jacket. “Yah!” “Hey y/n do you have a phone?” Jimin asked. “Yeah…” You said taking the phone out of your bag and handing it to him. He typed something at the same time as his friend was trying to drag him out of his seat. He quickly finished and handed it back to you as his friend succeded in dragging him off. “Uhm.. Bye Y/N” he chuckled. You waved laughing at the two of them as they walked away.

Looking at your phone you noticed he hadn’t called anyone. Maybe he sent a text? There were none sent, that’s odd. You double clicked the home button to see the lastest placed. Contacts? You clicked on it and it took you to a contact profile in your phone. “지민” He left his number in your phone?! Your friend starled you as she pushed your shoulder. “I don’t feel very well.” She sluddered holding a hand over her stomach. You grabbed your own and her things and left the club.

It was snowing outside.

Taking your cute summer jacket was probably not such a good idea after all… You walked your friend home and then left for your own home. You walked into the bus stop trying to shelter yourself from the snow. You shivered and rubbed your hands together. Suddenly a warm knitted scarf was placed around your shoulders from behind. “You’ll catch a cold.” A familiar voice said. Jimin. You turned around to face him, dressed in a warm winter coat in the process of taking off his gloves. “Put these on” he said, handing the gloves to you. “Thank you..” You shivered qietly. Seeing him more clear in natural light made you more nervous. He was not handsome, that was an understatement. He was drop-dead gorgeous. Eyeing him from head to toe, up and down. He had orange hair, a strong jaw, the cutest face you had ever seen and his thighs… “Are you checking me out?” Closing your mouth and looking up to meet his eyes you felt your entire face go full on tomato mode. “No..” He smiled and looked away, biting his lower lip. Was this boy even real?! You turned away from him, but caught him eyeing you up and down in the rear view of your eye. You turned around and raised your eyebrows at him. “Are you checking me out?” You teased “Yes.” The answer left you in a short chock state. He chuckeled, his eyes smiling. “You have my number… I’d love if you at least sent me a text” he smiled, putting his hand in his pocket. “Ok.” You smiled, hiding your face in his scarf. “Don’t do that!” He said, pulling the scarf down from your face. “I can’t see your smile if you do that…” You looked up at him, him realising what he just did and nervously swallowing before taking a step back.

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Your bus arrived, you began to take off the gloves but he stopped you by grabbing your hands. “Keep them.” “Oh.. Thank you” you said “b-bye.” You turned around to walk out of the stop to the the bus as it arrived, but managed to slip on the ice, falling backwards… Strong arms catching you. “Text me when you’ve arrived home.” Jimin said lifting you up on your feet. “Ok.” You said hiding your face in the scarf and boarding the bus. You took a seat and sighed, letting out all of your embarassment. “Why?!” You thought, leaning against the window.

You arrived home safely but soaking wet. You took off all of your clothes and entered the shower, letting the warm water embrace you. Wrapping a towel around you, you stepped out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, changing to your pyjama before sitting down on the sofa in the livingroom. You put on a episode of the drama you were currently watching. Half way through the drama your phone rang. “지민” Jimin… You picked up the phone


“Are you at home?”

“Uhm.. Yes.” “You didn’t text me..”

“Oh.. I’m sorry i forgot.”

“You made me worried y/n..”






“I’ll pick you up 2pm tomorrow..”

“Wait, what?”

“Sleep well”


Did that just happen? What… You sat on the sofa holding your phone in silence, the drama playing in background before you shyly began to giggle. “See you tomorrow Jiminah” You sent, before turning the lamp om your night stand off and shuting your eyes. Your mind and breathe relaxing into your sleep.


Originally posted by marilynmay

Request: Hi! Can you write an imagine where the reader is Derek’s girlfriend but she sleeps with Peter and Derek finds out? Pleeease :) 

Author’s Note: This one gave me so many feels! Ugh I think I broke my own heart writing this :c I hope you like it, though. Enjoy!

Warnings: Language; feels; smut


Damn Peter Hale straight to Hell.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he crooned, giving me those mischievous blue eyes. I sighed loudly, shaking my head. 

“Peter, I just came over here to get those books. That’s it,” I said, my voice hard and serious. Everybody knew that Peter had an ego the size of Texas, but it was still unexpected when he had taken such a liking to me. I was dating Derek, and had been for nearly a year. We were fairly happy together, and despite everything supernatural, we made it work. But once the older Hale decided he saw something in me that he just couldn’t resist, he pounced. Peter flirted with me shamelessly, even in front of his nephew. I’d be lying if I said that sometimes I didn’t enjoy it. After all, Peter was attractive, and he could actually be charming…on occasion. 

“Just one kiss,” he insisted playfully, stepping closer. I rolled my eyes at him to dismiss the offer, but I couldn’t stop the slight blush that rose to my cheeks. “I know you’re attracted to me. Just give in to your desires. One night.” He was right there now, whispering in my ear.

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Drunk: Sherlock

Sherlock is out of character, but whatever. Don’t attack me :P

Masterlist: X

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Larry: “I am 100% responsible”

Also Larry: *flooded the house* *cries because birds don’t have fingers* *needs a teddy bear to sleep* *needs 5 night lights* *bothers people when they’re asleep* *sleeps with them when he has nightmares* *probably needs to be watched so he won’t get hurt*

Larry: “Yep, I am a full functioning adult”

(Had to post it after me and @shineysmile talked about it)

The House Sleeps

Watson is impatient because it’s too late.

Watson is impatient because it’s too early.

Let’s talk about murder. I mean…marriage.

First, I’m indebted to whoever wrote that meta pointing out that Watson’s delightfully snarky maid––you know, the one with the dark curly hair who’s been reading Watson’s blog stories and isn’t bringing him the food he wants and keeps smugly observing the poor state of his marriage––is actually Sherlock. Because 1) this scene is in Sherlock’s head, of course he’s IN it and 2) she brings him a telegram from Sherlock (with the same message Sherlock sent John directly via text in ASiP). Anyway, apparently I forgot to favorite that meta and now I can’t find it anywhere so if someone could help me out, I’d love to link it here.

(ETA: ask and ye shall receive! @may-shepard came up with Sherlock-maid and also this is brill.)

SO. I’m going to look at two scenes. The first is Watson with his lovely Sherlock-maid, in the Watson house. The second is Watson with Holmes himself, outside the house that is the site of their current date case.

The Sherlock-maid snarks on John and Mary’s marriage, helping to make this metaphor explicit to even the casual viewer:

State of the house = state of the marriage/relationship.

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fic: voices at the end of the line

for @whatwecanfic‘s prompt: ‘voicemail’ - thank you! <3 

nine/rose, ten/rose, tentoo/rose; romance, bit of angst 


After an evening in with Jackie, watching Eastenders with one eye and the clock with the other, Rose got ready for bed in a rush, eager to sleep so that morning would arrive more quickly.

She was sleeping in her old bed, in her mum’s flat, because Jackie had insisted on some mother-daughter time, without the Doctor hovering around. Rose felt guilty about leaving her on her own for weeks on end, so she conceded to her mother’s request - well, demand - and tried not to look too impatient about it.

The Doctor didn’t bat an eyelid when she’d told him, earlier this afternoon; just said that she’d want to be back at the TARDIS by ten the next morning, ‘cos he had somewhere fantastic to show her. He’d grinned at her like he had a secret, and Rose had to press her hand to her stomach to quell the butterflies it gave her. His excitement fuelled hers, and vice versa, and they’d stood there for several moments, just grinning at each other.

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Anonymous said to 5minutefanfiction:

I was wondering if you get the chance could you do a deanxreader based off the song wanderers lullaby. What I mean by this is that dean gets nightmares (from any season works) and the reader sings this to him to help him go back to sleep. Thank you!


Dean was a private person. It was one of the few things that Y/N knew about him. Aside from the obvious anyway. He was tall, had amazing eyes and he was loyal. Even to her, a woman he hadn’t known all that long. Y/N thought about that for a moment. Two years, that’s how long she’d known the Winchesters. She had been living with them for three months, 90 ninety days. She quickly calculated it into hunter’s years. Well, her version of hunter’s years. It was a 3:1 ratio. She’d known them six years.

In all that time, she’d never heard or had Dean ask for help. He’d never discussed any issues he had, never shared his emotions. Nothing. It intrigued her, fascinated her, ate at her curiosity. She often found herself sitting back watching him from a distance. She watched most people, but he was the one that captured her attention the most.

‘You’re doing it again,’ Dean commented, raising an eyebrow over his book.


Y/N blushed slightly and went back to reading. She hadn’t realised she was watching him that intently.

Dean glanced up at her again, at that same moment she glanced up at him. They caught each other’s eyes and smiled. His smiled widened a bit more, but he beamed on the inside. She captivated every part of him. He hadn’t figured out why yet. He wondered, if in part, it was to do with her fascination for him. Whether it enticed his own curiosity. He knew what she was doing when she watched him. To begin with it confused him, the way she watched everything. It was like a child who had first started noticing the world around them. She took everything in. You could see her absorbing it. When he questioned it, she was honest, up front and told him everything. She was trying to figure out what made him tick, get to know him, and in general, understand him. Dean smiled, he made more of an effort to hide things from her since that talk. At first it was a game, to annoy her. But after a while, it was because he feared once she knew him, she would stop paying attention.

Dean knew it was her thing, and she was good at it. She could read most people like a book, and quickly. She was their human lie detector. And at times Demon/Angel detector. She could tell when a person wasn’t “human”. Solely through their actions.

Y/N watched as Sam sighed and left to go for a run, she didn’t blame him. The research into fairies was going nowhere. Everyone was getting agitated and Sam needed to vent. He used exercise to achieve it.

‘Was everything ok last night?’ Y/N asked Dean, as casually as she could.

‘Just peachy, why?’

‘You were yelling and crying out.’

‘I was practising for the next time Sammy eats my pie,’ Dean joked.

Y/N gave him a soft smile.

Dean watched as her lips turned up slightly. He smiled back at her. The soft smile on her face only highlighting her features more. She wasn’t hardened and tough like a hunter. At least not on the outside. She could be. He’d seen her change, like someone flicked a switch. It had happened after her Mum died. She went from sweet and innocent to bitch you don’t want to mess with. The shifter that killed her Mum wouldn’t make that mistake twice.

‘I’m fine, really.’

‘Dean, it was the sixth time in a week.’

‘You’re spying on me?’

‘No. I’m just not a good sleeper.’

‘You know, if your having trouble sleeping…,’ Dean wriggled his eyebrows.

Y/N raised an eyebrow and smirked at him.

‘I was about to make a similar offer.’

‘Seriously?” Dean asked hopeful.

‘I said similar. I have a teddy and a lava lamp you can use as a night light.’



Y/N turned her attention back to the books, and felt Dean watching her.

‘What?’ she sighed.

‘What keeps you up?’

‘Cold bed.’

Dean frowned, her comment confused him. There was so much about her he didn’t know or understand.

‘We all have our nightmares and demons, Dean. Yours come in your sleep. Mine prevents it,’ she explained quietly, getting up.

‘What does that mean?’

Y/N never answered, it just added to Dean’s fascination of her.

3:30am, and the crying out started. Y/N could hear Dean thrashing around in the room next door, his sobs and anguish clear as day. She couldn’t take it any longer, the pain ripped through her.

She climbed out of bed and moved into his room. Standing in the door way she watched quietly. He mumbled names, the pain in his voice brought tears to her eyes. The words weren’t clear but the anguish was. She moved over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it.

Not knowing what to do, not knowing how to make this better for him. She did the one thing her Mum used to do with her through the pain, the fear, the heart break. She gently stroked his head and sung.

Wandering child of the earth
Do you know just how much you’re worth?
You have walked this path since your birth
You were destined for more

There are those who’ll tell you you’re wrong
They will try to to silence your song
But right here is where you belong
So don’t search anymore…”

She sung, gently and softly, until Dean settled again. She watched his chest rise and fall evenly, as his breath calmed down, as his pain eased. She was surprised at her own feeling of calm. She softly kissed his cheek and rose, leaving the room.

Dean stirred, wondering what had happened. He had just had the strangest dream. One minute he was watching his Mom burn, the next he watched as Y/N and Sam were gutted and tortured by Alistair. Then things changed. He felt a comfort he hadn’t felt before, a strange sense of peace and the nightmare went away. For that moment, it was like he was not alone, he was whole, calm and never did he want that sensation to leave. He shifted and froze, a familiar scent filling his senses. Y/N. He’d recognize that sweet, strawberry, milk and honey smell anywhere. He opened his eyes not knowing what to expect, but was met with nothing but darkness, and the cold damp air of the bunker.

Rolling over in disappointment, fighting the tears in his eyes. God, he had hoped for a moment that she was here. He stretched his hand out and felt nothing but a cold bed.

For the first time in years Y/N slept. It wasn’t a long sleep, but it was more peaceful and came easier than she expected. Her hand by her face, she could smell Dean’s shampoo on her shirt sleeve. It was soothing, calming and pull back the pieces that had long been shattered.

The next morning, Dean came out and stood in the kitchen doorway and watched Y/N make coffee. He took a page from her book and just watched as she moved about. How she made coffee and breakfast for all three of them easily.

Y/N turned around and smiled at him, holding out a coffee.

The two moved about their day as normal. The biggest difference was they each found themselves watching the other more. Paying more attention.

Y/N was worried Dean knew she was in his room last night, she panicked that it would freak him and ruin any friendship.

Dean couldn’t help but wonder what made him think of Y/N in his darkest moment. What it was about her that drew him in.

By night, both were reluctant to go to bed. But they did anyway. Neither liked this part of adulting. It led to bad things, feelings, images, dreams.

Y/N woke at 1am to Dean’s nightmares. She once again rose out of bed, gasping at the cold floors beneath her feet. She moved into his room, watching him again for a bit. Willing him to calm on his own. Before moving to his side. Once again she ran her hand over his head and through his head. She sung Wanderers Lullaby, and willed him to a calm, peaceful, sleep.

“You are the dawn of a new day that’s waking
A masterpiece still in the making
The blue in an ocean of grey
You are right where you need to be
Poised to inspire and to succeed
You’ll look back and you’ll realize one day

In your eyes there is doubt
As you try to figure it out
But that’s not what life is about
So have faith there’s a way

Though the world may try to define you
It can’t take the light that’s inside you
So don’t you dare try to hide
Let your fears fade away…”


As Dean settled down, Y/N wiped her tears with her free hand. She kissed his head, her lips lingering a moment longer than last night as she inhaled his scent. She hadn’t planned on it, but as she breathed into let out a silent sigh, his smell had caught in her nose and lit up her senses.

She moved quietly back to her bed, and fell asleep, her arm near her face as she breathed in his lingering aroma.

Dean woke up, groggy at first.

‘Y/N?’ he mumbled.

He could have sworn she was here. Like the night before he could smell her, feel her, to the point he swore he could reach out and embrace her. Being met by nothing but disappointment he rolled over and wiped his tears away.

Over the next three weeks the same pattern continued. Y/N would wake to Dean’s cries, sing to him the same hauntingly beautiful lullaby she sang every night. Dean would calm, find peace and settle.

Y/N would wait a bit before leaving and then settle into be and sleep better than she had in a while.

Dean woke not long after her departure, feeling broken and lost unable to figure out why she was so close to the forefront of his mind.

The two grew closer during the day, they talked more. Crashed on the sofa and watched TV together. Dean couldn’t help but smile as Y/N fell asleep next to him, her head rolling and eventually resting lightly on his shoulder. He waited until she settled before kissing the top of her head and breathing her in. It was exactly like he pictured every time he woke up. And yet she was never there.

Two days later, Dean fell asleep on Y/N’s lap during an episode of Game of Thrones. He didn’t mean too but he did. He had twinged his back and was laying down to rest it, Y/N had been rubbing it for him to start with. He had to admit he enjoyed the sensation of her fingers running over his skin. As the episode wore on he drifted off and Y/N’s hand shifted to his head, her fingers running through his hair and over his head as he dozed. It was so soothing, so calming and yet so familiar. Like she had done it a million times. And yet this was the first time it had ever happened…

Dean passed the shower on the way to his room that night and heard Y/N singing. He recognized the song, but couldn’t pin point where from. He stood at the door and sighed contently, listening to her voice.

“You are the dawn of a new day that’s waking
A masterpiece still in the making
The blue in an ocean of grey
You are right where you need to be
Poised to inspire and to succeed
You’ll look back and you’ll realize one day…”

Y/N woke to Dean once again and moved towards his room. She listened as he cried out in his sleep. This time what he said was clear, a strangled cry of her name, followed by his angry, protective growl,

‘You son of a bitch, I’ll kill you!’

He followed with more broken sobs, as he cried her name over and over. Y/N felt the tears in her eyes. She didn’t need to see in his head to know what was going on.

This time she did something different, she stroked his head as normal and spoke.

‘It’s ok Dean. I’m here. I’m safe.’

When the crying faded, she sung.

“You are the dawn of a new day that’s waking
A masterpiece still in the making
The blue in an ocean of grey
You are right where you need to be
Poised to inspire and to succeed
Soon you’ll finally find your own way…”

Dean woke this time, but refused to move. He kept his eyes closed and listened, fighting a smile. She was here. She had been here.

He settled back and listened as she started Wanderer’s Lullaby again.

Wandering child of the earth
Do you know just how much you’re worth?
You have walked this path since your birth
You were destined for more

There are those who’ll tell you you’re wrong
They will try to to silence your song
But right here is where you belong-…”

‘Stay,’ he blurted.

His voiced surprised them both. He didn’t expect to talk, to move, to say anything.

Y/N froze. He was awake. He wasn’t supposed to wake up.


‘Please. I have woken up every night for weeks, thinking you were here and I have been so disappointed to find I was wrong,’ he said quietly.

‘Sorry,’ she mumbled, not knowing what else to say. ‘I just…you were having nightmares and …they seemed bad. I just wanted to help. No one deserves them.’

Dean shifted over in the bed and pulled her down, covering her with the blankets.

‘How long are you normally there for?’

‘An hour or so.’

‘In the cold?’

Y/N shrugged, ‘It calmed you and helped you sleep. It was worth it.’

‘I woke you?’

‘Light sleeper, remember.’


‘Cold bed. You know I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, right? That they have no chance in killing me?’

Dean shifted his arm so it was around her and pulled her into a hug. He hadn’t realised he talked in his sleep.

‘I’ve lost pretty much everyone. I can’t lose you too,’ his voice came out barely audible, cracking as he spoke.

‘I feel the same way, Dean.’

‘Why the cold bed?’

‘I only sleep on one side.’

Dean sighed. She wasn’t the most forthcoming person in the world. But neither was he. He made a decision and kissed her head before talking.

‘I see my Mom, burning on the roof. I watch as Alistair tortures and kills you and Sam again and again. No matter how hard I tried, how much I fight or scream. I can’t save you,’ he said quietly.

Y/N placed a gentle kiss on his chest and took his hand. Opening up like this wasn’t like Dean. He was normally so guarded. She knew it was hard for him to do.

‘Every night you’ve come in here, I’ve felt it. Even subconsciously. I could feel you, smell you. I woke up hoping that I could reach out and just hold you. But you were never here. I was beginning to think I was dreaming. Then you fell asleep on my shoulder and I could breathe you in and it was so real. Everything I dreamt seemed so real, more so after I heard you singing that song in the shower. I hated that you were never here,’ he said quietly.

‘Wanderer’s Lullaby.’


‘The song, it’s Wanderer’s Lullaby. I used to sing it to my little sister when she couldn’t sleep.’

Dean felt tears dropping onto his chest. He shifted his arms so they wrapped tighter around her as he felt her shudder, trying to hold back the tears.

‘My sister was killed by the same shifter that took my Mum. He was an orderly at the hospital who was treating my Mum’s cancer.’

Dean ran a hand over her head.

‘It was the same song my Mum sang to me. The shifter, he also killed my Dad and fiancé.’

Dean closed his eyes and blinked back the tears. That explained the cold bed.

‘Is that what got you into hunting?’

‘No. Sort of. Mum had another round of chemo happening, and Dad was with her. I was working in Dad’s garage. With Mum’s treatment money was tight, the business needed workers, so I helped out. Molly had basketball game, so Chad took her. He was an only child, and doted on her like she was his own sister. They got jumped and he fought so hard but it didn’t matter. Molly was killed and Chad put in ICU.’

Dean felt her tears pooling on his chest, her breath erratic and in gasps, hot against him as she tried to calm down. To keep it in.

‘When Chad woke he told my Dad what had happened, how he had watched the skin fall from the attacker. No one believed him. Said it was a head injury. But Dad, he needed someone to blame so he looked into it. Plus, it was Chad, he wouldn’t lie. The guy was a saint. He worked at the local Y, and helped Dad at the garage and was assistant baseball coach for the local high school and volunteer fireman. He and I were living in a self contained unit out back of my parent’s place. We had our own space but were still around to help.’

Dean watched as she sat up and looked around. He realised what she was after and pulled a tissue from his draw and handed it to her. He waited until she had finished before he pulled her back down.

‘Anyway, Dad got into hunting. Chad followed. Both died. I followed, trying to find the thing that did it. But by the time I did, it was too late.’

The two lay there in silence for a while. Dean just holding her, breathing her in.

‘Why do you study people?’ he asked curiously.

‘The shifter killed Chad weeks before I found his body. But ah, in all that time he was still home every night.’

‘Son of a bitch.’

‘His personality was off. Only slightly, it was little things. But something wasn’t right.’

He kissed her head and felt an anger bubbling up inside him. He fought to stop his body tensing, to stop from squeezing her so tight. It was no wonder she paid so much attention. To be tricked like that. That would have messed anyone up.

‘Do you see them?’ she asked quietly.


‘The ones you didn’t save?’

‘Every time I close my eyes. I don’t sleep until the list has run through in my head.’

‘Nothing eases it.’


‘Is it why you drink?’

‘It numbs the pain, the guilt.’

Y/N nodded. ‘Your Mum, is it memories or dreams?’

‘Dreams, I never saw it thank God. Only the fire. Sam did though, he watched Jess burn,’ Dean told her quietly.

The two lay there quietly for a while, both contemplating their new understanding on one another. Both cherishing the comfort they were feeling, the peace that finally reached into the depth of their souls.


‘Can you sing it again? Please?’

Wandering child of the earth
Do you know just how much you’re worth?
You have walked this path since your birth
You were destined for more

There are those who’ll tell you you’re wrong
They will try to to silence your song
But right here is where you belong
So don’t search anymore

You are the dawn of a new day that’s waking
A masterpiece still in the making
The blue in an ocean of grey
You are right where you need to be
Poised to inspire and to succeed
You’ll look back and you’ll realize one day

In your eyes there is doubt
As you try to figure it out
But that’s not what life is about
So have faith there’s a way

Though the world may try to define you
It can’t take the light that’s inside you
So don’t you dare try to hide
Let your fears fade away

You are the dawn of a new day that’s waking
A masterpiece still in the making
The blue in an ocean of grey
You are right where you need to be
Poised to inspire and to succeed
You’ll look back and you’ll realize one day

You are the dawn of a new day that’s waking
A masterpiece still in the making
The blue in an ocean of grey
You are right where you need to be
Poised to inspire and to succeed
Soon you’ll finally find your own way”


Dean smiled into her hair, and drifted off as her voice faded out. Both hunters settling into a peaceful sleep, calm, relaxed and nightmare free. Nothing was more welcome.

They slept into until late and spent the day on the sofa dozing. Dean explaining to Sam what happened while Y/N was in the shower.

As Y/N was getting ready for bed, Dean knocked on her door.

‘Can we try something?’

Y/N looked at him curious. His voice was cautious and unsure. His nervousness flooding the room. She watched as he wiped his palms on his jeans.

‘No cold beds tonight. For either of us. Hopefully, no nightmares.’

He watched as her eyes watched him intently for a few moments, before she nodded slowly. Dean smiled at her, and headed off to change. Y/N giving him a few minutes before following.

‘It saves you sitting in the cold,’ he smiled, lifting the blankets and silently inviting her in.


Dean slipped his arms around her and both of them breathed one and another in. Both feeling that same relaxing calm that took over them when they were near one another. Both feeling their pieces being pulled back together.
‘Y/N?’ Dean asked, quietly.

Wandering child of the earth…’

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Welcome Home) Part 2

Originally posted by moviemagiclove

  Summary: The reader is trying to find a place to live in Brooklyn. She then meets Bucky, a cute guy who offers her to move live with him as his roommate. But as their friendship develops, will it turn into something more?

Word Count: 1,722

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you like part 2! I was so happy to see that people really liked it and I hope I tagged everyone. But if I didn’t, message me and I’ll make sure you’re tagged in the next one! thanks!

Part One Here:


“Well, I think this is the last one.” Bucky sat one of your boxes down onto the couch. You and him had spent the majority of the morning taking your stuff to Bucky’s apartment. He mostly carried the heavy stuff, even though you insisted you could do it yourself. Your mouth dropped when you stepped into the apartment for the first time. It was even better in person. The place seemed to light up in a way that wasn’t captured in the photograph. You also didn’t think the balcony could get any better, but it did. Little lights were looped around the railing with purple flowers tangled in with them. It almost looked like something you’d see come out of a brochure for a fancy hotel. The sight made you speechless as you gazed down at the busy city. Your bedroom wasn’t too shabby either. It was bigger than the one you used to have and you even had access to your own private bathroom. Carrie was so ecstatic when you told her about your new apartment.

“I’m happy you found a place to live, but I’m gonna miss you so much.” Carrie enveloped you in a warm hug. 

“I’m gonna miss you too.” You admitted, trying your best to hold back your tears. Carrie held no shame and started bawling right in front of you. You patted her shoulder, “God you’re such a baby! It’s not like I’m moving across the country.” 

She wiped her tear stained cheeks and inhaled a snotty sniff, making you cringe. “I know. It just won’t be the same.” She patted her legs as she looked around at the boxes taking up the entire living room.

“Oh, come here.” You sighed, wrapping her into another tight embrace. Bucky came out of your bedroom, when he noticed you two sharing sorrowful goodbyes. 

He leaned against the wall, glancing at the two of you. “You must be Carrie. (y/f/n) has told me a lot about you.” You jumped in surprise at his husky voice. Carrie walked over to him and shook his hand politely. 

“I was just stopping by after to look at (y/f/n)’s new apartment. It really is nice.” She smiled.

“Thank you. If I’m not mistaken, she’ll make it even nicer.” You rolled your eyes at his flirty attempt.

“Wow (y/f/n), you really did hit the jackpot.” She teased, raising an eyebrow at you. “I’d like to stay and chat but Joe and I have some wedding plans to attend to. I’ll call you later.” 

“Bye Carrie. It was nice meeting you.” Bucky waved as she closed the door. You turned toward the first box and opened it up quickly. Bucky was kind enough to put the boxes you needed in your bedroom, while you worked on the boxes in the living room. “How about when you’re done with work tonight, we order a pizza? My treat.” He called to you from the hallway.

“Sounds good to me.” You said, shoveling through all the knick-knacks you had brought. You placed one of your elephant figurines on the bookshelf already overflowing with books. Most of Bucky’s were history books, but only subjects after WWII. You thought nothing of it, and went back to your boxes. 

After about two hours of unpacking, you finished putting everything in it’s rightful place. You slumped down onto the plush couch, and let out a comforted sigh. You were so tired that you couldn’t even think about going to work. Bucky smiled at your exhausted figure on the couch and carefully sat down beside you. He rested his elbow on the back of the couch to get a better angle of you. 

“Want me to walk you to work? I was planning on getting a drink anyways.”

“Okay,” you groaned. “But don’t bug me the whole time.”

“Understood.” He smirked, helping you up. Bucky handed you your jacket as he put on his own. You walked down the steep stairs for the tenth time today, feeling your legs grow sore. Bucky talked to you most of the way which you didn’t mind. He also asked you a bunch of questions. Where are you from? What’s your favorite color? Stuff like that. You both sneaked through the back entrance to the bar, knowing you’d be lectured by Jerry for being late. You hastily made your way behind the counter and began taking people’s orders. You frowned when you felt a familiar tap on your shoulder. You slowly turned around to see Jerry standing almost on top of you.

“You’re late (y/f/n).”

“Only by 10 minutes!” you exclaimed.

He raised his hand up to you, “I don’t wan’t to hear your excuses. Just don’t let it happen again.” 

“It won’t I promise.”

“Good.” You felt like you could breath again, as he walked away from you.

“What happened.” Bucky asked you, looking over at Jerry who was talking to some other costumers at the end of the bar. You growled at him. You picked out a peanut from one of the jars around you and threw it at Bucky, hitting his shoulder.

“What was that for?” He chuckled, clearly amused at your actions. 

“It’s your fault I was late! Your constant talking got me all distracted.” You crossed your arms, sitting down at your stool. 

“Well, I’m sorry Doll for being so damn interesting.” he said, placing a peanut in his mouth. 

“As if. You were the one asking me a whole lot of questions.”

“Hey, I had to know if you were a murderer or not.” He laughed.

“Well, clearly I am not.”

“Clearly.” You blushed at his low, raspy voice. His eyes glazed over yours, as you poured him a drink. You were knocked out of trance, hearing someone call for you.

“Bartender!” The man screamed, raising his glass for a refill.

“This one’s on the house.” You winked at Bucky, going over to the needy costumer. 

“Thanks.” He replied, even though he knew you couldn’t hear him. He decided to play pool while he waited for you to finish up with your shift. He would look over to you then and again, smiling at you caught up in work. Something about the way you moved really turned him on, but he knew he shouldn’t act on it. Seeing as you were his new roommate and all, which made it even more difficult. 

By the end of his third game, you were about ready to go. You locked the liquor cabinets and back doors, then pulled out your jacket from underneath the counter. 

“You ready to go?” He asked you, putting on his coat as well. 

“Almost, I just need to put these darts away.” His eyes looked over to you in front of a huge dart board. You pulled out each dart one by one, and set them on the shelf next to you.

“How about before we go, we play one game. Loser has to pay for the pizza.”

“I thought you said the pizza was your treat?” You shoved him playfully.

“That was until I found out you guys had a dart board.”

“Ha! Okay, but promise me you won’t cry when I destroy you!”

“I will make no such promises.” 


After time well spent over a grueling game of throwing darts, you were inevitably claimed the winner. 

“Ha ha! I am the queen of darts!” You boasted, shooting your fists up in the air. Bucky collapsed into his chair and whipped back another cold one. 

“Alright, you win.” He whined.

“Upset you lost to a girl?” You taunted him.

“No, I’m upset I lost to you.” He taunted you right back. 

You coughed, “Well, that stung a little bit. But you’re still buying the pizza.”

“Of course.” He said, tossing his bear bottles in the trash can.

“You’re actually one of the only people who cleaned up after themselves in here.”


“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Well then, I’m happy I helped you out.” He checked his watch, then suddenly grabbed your hand. butterflies filled your stomach at his touch. His hand was huge compared to yours. His skin was also rough and calloused, but soft and smooth at the same time. You tried to cover your face with your other hand. God, why do I blush so much? 

Bucky felt the same rush when he touched you as well. Your hand was so warm and inviting. His intertwined his fingers with yours, fitting perfectly together. “We better get going if we want to get a pizza it time before they close.” He said.

“Yeah, you’re uh-right!” You tripped over your words, cursing at yourself for doing so. He opened the door for you, and you kindly thanked him. Once you finished locking up the front door, you both made your way across the street to the pizza place. Hand in hand. You starting getting used to the feeling until he would squeeze it once and a while, making you blush all over again.

When you both got back to the apartment, you decided to hop into your PJ’s and pop in a movie for you both to watch. You both sat in silence as you enjoyed each other’s pizza. 

Bucky didn’t really pay attention to the movie that much. His eyes were mostly on you, watching your reactions to the film. Your laugh was like a drug to him and he couldn’t get enough of it. 


“Yes?” You said, looking at the credits scroll down the screen.

“Thanks for the fun night.”

“Thanks for the pizza.” You giggled. 

“You wanna watch another movie?”

You yawned, “Sure. But don’t blame me if I fall asleep.”

“I won’t.” He grinned. He pressed play, as you snuggled back into your blanket. About half way into the movie, Bucky heard you let out a soft whimper. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he watched you peacefully doze off to sleep. He rested his cheek on top of your head, feeling quite tired himself. 

He then kissed your temple, as he turned off the TV and lamp. “Goodnight, (y/f/n).” He closed his eyes as he pulled closer into his chest, flinging the blanket across his legs. He fell asleep to both of you cuddling on the couch, with his arms around you protectively. 

He never wanted to wake up.

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Alternative Universe: Diary of General Prince Mikhail Alexeievich Danilov

April 25th, 1921 

“I still cannot grasp the reality. A dream came true, yet I still think I am half-dreaming. I expected it to break when her parents finally consented while wearing serious, almost mournful expressions. Or when I read my name alongside hers on wedding invitations. Or at least when they held the crowns above our heads and the matrimonial ceremony sealed our fates. But no. I still have that strange fear when she leaves my side, even for a minute, that I have made it all up in my mind. And when she is with me, she seems to be the only thing worth breathing for in the world. She is my wife, has been for almost three weeks, and I feel foolish and old. Ten years lie between us. I have loved before, but never knew such passion.

I had been seeing her photos for years. They came to me as postcards, hung on the walls, appeared in the papers. A baby, a little girl, a shy young lady, destined to marry a prince in some far-away land. Still I almost did not recognize her in that dark night which marked our first meeting, long ago, when I was among those who kidnapped her and her family from Ekaterinburg and the Reds. I stayed behind, thinking my job was done. Few months later I was injured. Woke up in Livadia palace, which they have transformed into a hospital. She was with me, washing my hands and face, her lips curling in a gentle smile as I blabbered something about being grateful. I do not know when precisely she became my love, my life, my purpose to exist, but it was during those long weeks of covalescence that followed. I found myself in need of her constant presence, jealous of every little attention she paid to others, suspecting them of nurturing the same feelings as I did. I was a difficult patient to handle for everyone, except her. Perhaps it was my stubborness which caused my relapse, that brough me to the brink of death. When I opened my eyes again it was deep night, and only one lamp was burning in the whole room full of sleeping patients. And she was there, sitting on the floor, her arms folded on the side of my bed and her head resting on them, her eyes all red from crying. She was watching me with an unspoken rebuke, accusing me without words of the crime of bringing her to tears with my state. Then she knew as well as I did, that we had that sweet and painful secret in common. 

She was confused, as I recall. She had dreamed of love, but could never imagine it. Now she knew it and more than anything felt afraid. We were both sane enough still to realize our situation. Sister of the Tsar Alexei and an officer of minor nobility. I tried to stop us then. I felt we were heading for an inevitable disaster. We hardly met, we never touched, we have not even talked to each other about what we felt. Yet the whole world seemed to know and the rumours, at first whispered, were repeated still louder. Her parents disaproved to put it mildly. Even as they made clear that my less than impressive surname could be overlooked, they thought me too unsuitable, too experienced. Too tainted for their pure daughter. And I could not argue with that. Too poor, too common, too old, too sinful. And with a slight limp since my left foot got frostbitten during the war.

But Maria….. Maria never gave up. Her heart was breaking as she pleaded and argued with her family. And when she resolutely (and to his humiliation publicly) refused a proposal from a foreign Prince, they finally gave in. I have no illusions about what they think about me, still. And I just know that they pity her. I pity her too. But she is mine, and I am too selfish to give her up. I annoyed all the Romanovs again, the day of our marriage. In their attempts to set the things as they once used to be, we were supposed to spend our wedding night at Ropsha. Rooms were prepared, everything was ready. Instead I dismissed the coachman about halfway there, sending him back on foot. And I kidnapped my own wife, bringing her here, to Pustoshka, an old wooden dacha belonging to my family, where we can be alone, only with my old nanny, two servants, a cook and the endless woods that start right at our doorway. We sent a telegram, assuring everyone we were just fine, but did not reveal where. Somehow I enjoy mocking my in-laws. Maria always pretends to be angry, but ends up laughing. She says that at least Anastasia and Alexei must be enjoying this too. God bless them. And Tatiana. Who knows how she is in Serbia. It has been months since we´ve seen her.

I have difficulties finishing this entry. My wife is standing few steps away from me, watching the wonderful spring sunrise, drinking its beauty. The pink beams are slowly turning golden, caressing her skin and her hair, which both feel like the finest silk to the touch. She just turned her head and smiled at me. Her eyes the most tranquil wells of peace. I want to kiss her…….”

Creepypasta #430: Don't Look

I should’ve gone back to sleep the moment I woke up, but I didn’t.

About two weeks ago, at three in the morning, I awoke to the sound of shuffling in the corner of my room, It was the kind of sound that would lead you to believe that there was a small animal, a rodent of some sort, scuffling along the walls or through them. I sat up and squinted into the darkness, but saw nothing. I was about to lie back down when I heard a thud. I bolted out of my bed and flicked on the light. There was no small animal, or any sign of there ever being one. What I saw, however, sent chills down my spine. On the bottom corner of the wall, next to the floor, was a dark grey handprint, fingers outstretched. I froze, looking around my room cautiously. Nothing. There was nothing anywhere that I could see. After mustering up the courage I searched the room, still finding nothing. I eventually became tired again and fell back asleep, this time with the lights on.

The next morning I awoke feeling frigid. The handprint was still there, but it looked darker. Not a darker grey, but a decayed color. Brown, like rust. I stared at it for a short while, then decided it would be best to go to work. Throughout my day, I could only think about the handprint and of the strange noise that woke me. I lived alone, and there was nothing I could do, no one I could talk to. I would sound crazy, wouldn’t I?

After work, I was too tired to think, and decided to call it a night early. I turned the lights out and immediately fell asleep.

I awoke to the same scuffling sound from the night before, but this time, I immediately turned the light on. On top of the handprint, there were several more, each one darker in color. I didn’t sleep that night. I stared helplessly at the handprints until dawn. I didn’t go to work.

That night, I again went to sleep with the light off, but this time, I awoke to no sound. What pulled me out of my sleep was the strange feeling of being watched. I instinctively looked towards the corner, and immediately wished I hadn’t. Standing there, shrouded in dark, tattered clothes, was a tall woman. Terrified and alone, I hid my face in my pillows and curled into a tight ball, waiting for death. It didn’t come. In fact, she stood there all night. When morning came, and the strange feeling was gone, I looked again. She was also gone. I couldn’t sleep in this room anymore. I couldn’t be here anymore. I had to leave.

I checked into a small and cheap motel about a half mile away. I would be safe here for the night, I decided. I would be okay. Feeling good, I fell asleep. Again, I awoke to a scuffling sound, but this time, it came from under the bed. Frightened, I flipped on the lamp, looked up, and screamed. Above me were thousands upon thousands of handprints across the ceiling, each one a deep blood red. I hid my face again, and felt the presence of HER. I was so scared I could’t move. I knew that she was watching me. I knew that she was there. I again waited until morning.

After that night, I gave up. I felt apathetic, awaiting death with every step, every night that I closed my eyes. I moved back into my house, seeing as it didn’t matter where I slept. I spent every day in a trance, dreading sleep, but still sleeping. The handprints on the wall disappeared, but in their place, little messages appeared. Now, thousands of messages are written on my walls, my ceiling, and my personal belongings, all in red. “She’s watching you.” “Don’t look her in the eyes.” “She can’t get you if you don’t look.” Obviously they weren’t written by HER, but I didn’t care to find out where they came from. I ignored them, although I shouldn’t have.

Last night I lied in bed, staring at the messages on the wall to my right. I couldn’t sleep. I read the messages over and over, trying to lull myself into a deep slumber. Then, three horrific things happened simultaneously.

One. I felt HER presence.

Two. I felt her cold breath against the back of my neck, sending a chill down my spine as my hair stood on end.


As I lied there, frigid and terrified, I felt movement. SHE was on the bed with me. A hoarse voice pierced the silent darkness, chilling my skin and catching my breath. It doesn’t matter what she said, but know that I looked. I looked and now I have nothing left to give but advice. I don’t care what you hear. It doesn’t matter what you see. She’s always there, always watching, and she know’s that you’re reading this.

Don’t look behind you.

Credits to: waycoolcat

michelangel-no  asked:

So by the time I was ten years old my mum and dad were divorced, yeah? My dad, my stepmother and my new baby bother lived in a relatively new trailer in a cul-de-sac on a hill, and as apart of a custody agreement, I would spent every other weekend there. One night, morning perhaps, (I was young, I didn't have clock or phone) I woke up to hear whispering, right outside my doorway. I had my head covered with a blanket and didn't feel like moving to look, so figured it was my dad and stepmum [1/6]

“- in the living room or my brother’s room, both next to me–The place is small, right? So I try to ignore it and fall back asleep like I could any other instance of waking up in the middle of the night, but as I’m trying so hard to get back to sleep, they increasingly get louder. At this point I realise these are not my parents. The voices are deep, they are not speaking English and their words were so undertoned with rage I can still feel my throat and chest tightening from fear to this day. As these voices basically go from outside my room to in my very ears, after crying and my heart racing in my pen bed, I get the courage to get up, not thinking, not trying to look at any of my surroundings, and I race to my parents’ room. I had no idea how to wake them, and I could hear the voices becoming louder again. As if they were /following/ me from one end of the trailer to the other–so I began screaming and crying and throwing an absolute fit. My parents woke up and the voices just stopped. Vanished. There was nothing. I explained what had happened, how I laid in bed for what felt like an eternity listening to these terrifying voices, but the only solution to my “story” was to have me sleep on the couch with a small lamp on. They only lived at that trailer for three more years, and other strange things happened, like our dog, who became “too aggressive while living with us,” and had to be given away, would bark endlessly by my room at night, or the well/tap water would be “thick and dark” and unusable, or we’d be watching television and suddenly it would go to a channel of nothing but static and the volume would be incredibly loud. Eventually we moved and left or sold practically everything there–which I never understood. Now when my stepmum talks about the trailer, she tells me there was most definitely something or someone there, and it took her all three years to convince my dad to leave. I still think about it from time to time, and my old friends who live in the trailer park say between the “awful electricity problems,” “rotting smells indoors” and “dark, chunky ‘water’” no one even lives on the hill anymore.”

Originally posted by obligatedtolaziness

- Honestly though, that is pretty heavy stuff, especially for someone so young. Thanks for sharing this one :)

Late Good Night Sleep

Calling Woozi late at night and he ends up sneaking into your room and staying for the night. 


You were lying on your bed and looked over at your clock to see that it was almost 1am. You sighed then grabbed your phone to call your boyfriend. Luckily, he picked up.

“Hey~” Woozi greeted you. “Why are you calling so late?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” You sighed again. “What are you doing up so late too?”

“I’m at Seungcheol’s house with some friends. We just finished a movie and now, we’re gonna start a new one.”

“Oh yeah. I forgot that you guys were having a sleepover. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I know you miss me, and I miss you too.”

You were touched by his words and smiled. “Okay, I’ll let you go now. Good night.”

“Good night.”

You set your phone down and stared at your ceiling for a few minutes before you turned on your lamp. You took out you laptop and started to watch some random things. After a bored hour, you heard a knock on your window. You looked and was surprised to see Woozi there. You went and opened it.

“Why did you come here?” You whispered.

“Because I wanted to see you.” He smiled. “Can I come in?”

“Wait, you going to sleep in my room?”

“Of course. You don’t want me to wander out this late, right?”

“Okay, fine.” You gave in and let him into your room. He climbed in and took off his shoe and walked toward your bed to see what was on the screen of your laptop as you closed the window.

“You’ve been watching some random videos of cats this whole time?” He asked.

“I couldn’t find what to watch.” You got back on you bed and cover your body with your blanket. Woozi joined you by sitting on the bed. “But now that you’re here, I don’t feel like watching anything.”

“Aww, come here.” You moved to him then you hugged you tightly. When you pulled back, he pecked your lips. “I hope you don’t mind me sleeping over tonight. I promise to leave once I wake up.”

“You’re lucky I had to lock my doors over night because of my dad.” You pinched his nose, then you remembered. “Oh my god, did I ruin your sleepover with your friends?”

“No,” he slightly laughed, but you covered his mouth.

“Don’t laugh too loud. I might get killed by my parents if they hear you!” You whispered to him.

He nodded then continued after you moved your hand from him. “One of the guys left first for his girlfriend, so the rest decided to, too.”

“Some kind of sleepover you call it. You guys aren’t committed at all.” You commented.

“Haha, funny. We have much more chemistry than you think.” Woozi defended.

You threw a pillow at him, making him roll to the edge of your bed. You covered your mouth, hoping he won’t make a sound.

“I’m so sorry!” You whispered.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just sleep now, should we?” Woozi took the pillow you threw and set it on the floor. He laid his head on it, “Me being here makes you high more than I ever thought.”

“Okay…” You laid on your bed. “Aren’t you cold?”

“I’m fine.” Woozi got up to look at you once more and called your name, “Sweet dreams.”

“You too, Woozi.” You closed your eyes and finally fell asleep.