trace state

anonymous asked:

Are you sure you're not mixed? It's not normal for African girls to have long hair.

…….I can trace my ancestry back 7 generations. My parents are from Lagos Nigeria, all of my grandparents are from Lagos Nigeria, all of my great grandparents are from Lagos Nigeria, all of my great great grandparents are from Lagos Nigeria, and after that one side is from Osun, Nigeria and the other side is from Ogun, Nigeria. And it keeps tracing back between Ogun State and Osun State, until it all ends up tracing back to Osun State Nigeria. I’m 100% Nigerian. 100% Yoruba. 100% African. 100% Black. African girls can have long hair if it is taken care of and moisturized. Our hair grows just like everyone else. All of the women in my family have long hair unless they decided to cut it. And my great grandmother had long natural hair down to her knees. 

Take Me Home || Justlex

I’ve literally been using the same two gifs for them, and I wanted to change it up a little bit, it doesn’t really have anything to do with the story though 💕

Pairing: Justin Foley x Alex Standall

Fandom: 13 Reasons Why

Request:  Hey girl! Could you please do a justlex imagine based off the song take me home by Jess Glynne? 💕💕 - (daddyrossbutler)

Warning/s: Angsty, sort of. They (mostly) Justin may be a little OOC. 

Author’s Note: I literally had no idea where this was going. I’ve decided that most of my imagines are going to be sort of AU- meaning that Hannah and Jeff are alive but she still sent the tapes but changed them a bit so there was an extra one saying like “and this is why I didn’t kill myself” and everyone (except Bryce, Courtney and Marcus but they can deep-throat a knife) apologised and, sort of, became friends with Hannah and they’re close and everyone’s happy.

Tags: @daddyrossbutler (hope you like it :D) @allthe13reasonswhyheadcannons,  @they-deserved-better-clique-blog, (just a couple people I thought might like this)

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Gif Credit: @foleyxstandall

Italics are memories


Wrapped up, so consumed by all this hurt
If you ask me, don’t know where to start
Anger, love, confusion 

1, 2, 3, 4, 5. No matter what he did, Alex couldn’t fall asleep. He didn’t know what it was, maybe it was new sheets he had, maybe it was the annoying buzzing sound coming from his tv, or maybe, and most likely, it was the missing body of a certain Justin Foley. 

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“Point at a place on the map”, Dean prompted.

Sam bit his lower lip and looked at the map of the Untied States. He traced his finger across the map, hesitating in places like Cambridge, Nashville, Cleveland and Indianapolis.

Finally, he stops, pointing at Philadelphia.

“Here”, he tells his brother.

Dean looks at him and then the map. “A bit more west and a bit more south…” he says. Sam sighs. Of course.

He moves his finger slowly across the map. When he reaches Lawrence, Dean almost looks pleased.

“Here”, Sam tries again. His brother frowns in response and nods his head as if to prompt Sam to go even further west.

Sam rolls his eyes, but continues.

This time he doesn’t stop until he reaches San Francisco. Dean is looking proud of Sam, as of he had achived a long-time goal.

“But a little more south”, he says. Sam wants to stab Dean by then, but doesn’t. Instead, he follows his brother’s instructions.

When he slides this thumb over Paulo Alto, Dean cheers.

“Paulo Alto?” Sam asks. “Why Paulo Alto of all the places in the world.”

“Oh Sammy”, Dean chuckles. “When you go to Stanford you’re going to have to get a better grip of the area.”

A pause.

A breath.

“What?” Sam asks, finally. Dean looks like he’s about to explode, he can barely contain his smile.

“You got accepted!” Dean cheers. He brings an envelope forward to Sam’s face. It’s sealed. “And it’s the first of many, I’m sure…” Dean carries on, “but I thought, why not go on a road trip to check it out?”

He looks at Sam, expecting to see the younger Winchester smile in glee. Instead, he’s staring at the letter.

“It’s not open”, Sam points out. Dean smirks.

“Yeah, but I know already that you’re coming in”, he explained. Sam burrows his eyebrows and looks sceptically at his big brother. “They’d be fools not to beg for you to go there.” Sam looks even more unconvinced.

“Alright, let’s make a deal?” Dean says finally. “You get accepted, we go check the place out. You don’t, we’ll go eat ice cream and I’ll drive you down and we’ll throw stones at the building.”

Sam scoffed, but nodded. Fair enough.

He opened the letter swiftly and pulled the letter out. He barely even read it, just skimmed it and… He was accepted!

He doesn’t expect to smile so much, but he does. Dean’s proud smile reflects his.

“I told ya’”, Dean shrugs. “They’d be fools if they didn’t accept my genius lil bro.”

Sam throws his arms around Dean and for a second he almost kisses him, but quickly turns away. It’s just an embrace.

When they separate from the hug they’re both grinning like children ln Christmas.

“The Winchester boys are going to Paulo Alto!” Dean cheers.

“If you want me to go you better never say that every again”, Sam decides.

Dean smiles lovingly. “Bitch.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “Jerk.”

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Don’t Laugh

Hi there. I’m just your average fangirl here. Please don’t completely judge me based on what I write. I write these fics for fun and for anyone who finds them entertaining. And remember, their called fanFICTION for a reason. Don’t take them too seriously. Okay, enjoy.

Fanfic: tickle

Summary: Mark, Bob, Wade, Ethan, and Tyler are doing the “Don’t Laugh Challenge”. But when everyone finds out that Mark’s ticklish, they all have other plans.

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It was just another day at Mark’s house. Bob and Wade were in town for a while and Tyler and Ethan were having a good time with them, so they all decided to do a “Don’t Laugh Challenge” video. They had to last as long they possibly could without laughing. But, to make things exciting, touching was allowed. Wade went first and got to 1 minute and 26 seconds. Next was Tyler who got to 2:03. Then Bob who got to 2:56, and Ethan who made it to 1:43.

Then it was Mark’s turn, and believe me when I say that he was fucking determined. So they pulled some the old jokes, making fun of each other, slightly hurt each other, making sick jokes. But Mark was rock solid.

“Damn, Mark’s hold it in pretty well this time.” Bob said. Mark nodded.

“Guys, it’s not working.”

“We need to bring out the big guns.” Since they were allowed to touch, they did things like ruffle Mark’s hair, leaning on him, and they even brought Chica in with them to help but, nothing was doing it. Mark stood there, smiling on the inside for his success as he couldn’t on the outside.

That is, until Ethan snuck behind Mark and began poking his side, which caused the older man to crack a smile.

“Look he smiled.” Tyler stated.

“Ethan what are you doing to him?” Bob asked.

“I’m just poking him.” Ethan answered.

“Well keep going. It’s working.” Ethan continued to poke his friend’s side and eventually took it up a notch by squeezing his side, making Mark spit.

“Ahaha stohohop thahahat!” Mark giggled grabbed a hold of Ethan hands.

“Ha. He spat.” Wade announced.

“Whatever.”

“Oh my God, Mark you’re-”

“Don’t say it.” Mark interrupted.

“Ticklish.”

“Dude, I didn’t know you were ticklish. That’s fucking hilarious.” Bob said through his own fit of laughter.

“Shut up!” Mark retorted.

“Come on. You gotta admit that was pretty funny.” Ethan said elbowing Mark in the ribs, making him giggle and recoil.

“Dang man, how ticklish are you?” Tyler questioned.

“None of your damn business.” Mark said. “We can make it our business.” Ethan said wiggling his fingers in Mark’s direction. Mark’s eyes widened. “Guys, I know what you’re thinking, and no way in hell.” Mark slowly back away as the rest of his friends edged closer.

“Grab him!” Ethan shouted. Mark quickly tried to make a run for it, but was stopped when Wade grabbed a hold of his arm and wrapped his arms around him. “I got him.” Wade said.

“Wade, get off!” Mark demanded, thrashing from side to side try his best to shake Wade off.

“Wade, here.” Ethan said pointing to the couch next to them. Wade lightly shoved Mark onto it. The other quickly rushed to pin the man down, Bob holding his arms above his head and Tyler and Ethan hold his legs.

“Let go of me you assholes!”

“Not until we’re done experimenting.” Ethan explained. “Experimenting?” Mark asked very nervous.

“Now we already did your sides, how about your stomach?” Ethan asked starting to lightly scribble his fingers across Mark very sensitive tummy. Mark bit his lip to keep from laughing, determined not to give in.

“And what about here Mark.” Bob said skittering along Mark’s ribs.

“And here.” Tyler stated, lightly tracing shapes on the soles of Mark’s socked feet. With every new sensation that came, it became harder and harder for Mark to keep it together. But it all went south for Mark when Bob accidentally began spidering at his underarms, making him erupt with uncontrollably laughter.

“AHAHA FAHAHACK! NOHOHO!” All of them stopped to see where their hands were, but it was only when Bob kept going that Mark’s laughter elevated. “I think you found a tickle spot Bob.” Tyler announced.

“Damn Mark. It must really tickle here to make you laugh that hard.” Bob teased emphasizing the word “really” by adding his other hand to spider his finger at the hollows of Mark’s other underarm. And the short sleeve shirt Mark had on didn’t serve as any protection from the attacks. “NAHAHAHA! QUHUHUIT IHIHT!”

“But we’re having so much fun playing with you.” Ethan taunted adding his own attack on his friend’s stomach back into the mixture.

“FAHAHACK YOHOHOU GUHUHUYS!”

“Come on Markimoo. You know you’re having fun too.” Ethan said. Tyler then started his assault on Mark’s feet again, causing Mark’s laughter to go up an octave.

“YOHOHOU AHAHALL SUHUHUCK DIHIHICKS RIGHT NO- AHAHAH! FAHAHA-!” Tyler’s hands had wandering up to Mark’s toes and began scratching at the space underneath, driving Mark insane. Squirming and kicking trying to pull his foot back.

“Dang Mark, you’re like ticklish everywhere.”

“What about here?” Wade said spidering his finger along Mark neck. Mark squealed and tensed up his shoulder to try and block the attack.

“And here?” Bob asked curiously taking one finger and lightly tracing the rim of his ear, making Mark snort which caused him to blush uncontrollably.

“Holy shit, did you just snort? Dude, that's​ fucking priceless.” Ethan said now laughing along with Mark.

“SHUHUHUT IHIHIT!”

“GUHUHUYS! IHIHT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!”

“Duhhh. That’s kind of the point.”

“Is there anywhere we haven’t tried yet?” Ethan asked. “What about behind his knees? I’ve heard that that spot can be ticklish.” Ethan then moved his hand to scribble behind Mark’s knees.

Mark’s laughter lessened as he was as ticklish there. “Not as much. How about his thighs?” Mark’s eyes widen and weakly shook his head.

“NOHOHO! PLEHEHEHASE! NOHOHOT THEHEHRE!” Mark pleaded.

The rest of them stopped and looked at each other. “Oh. You mean here?” Ethan said playing dumb lazily dragging one of his fingers along Mark’s thigh, keeping him in a endless giggle fit. “Nohoho! Dohohon’t!” Mark said.

“What's​ wrong Mark? Is the tickling too much for you?” Tyler added. “I cahahan’t-! Plehehehease!”
“Well in that case, it would be horrible if this happened.” Without​ warning Ethan was squeezing and prodding up and down Mark thighs, making the older man go ballistic.

“NAHAHA- STOHOHOP! MEHEHERCY!”

“Woah, he’s like going insane.” Wade said. “This is freaking amazing. How did we not know about any of this sooner?” Bob asked.

“I don’t know but, now that we do know we should do this more often.”

“G-GUHUHUYS! STAHA-! NOHOHO MOHOHORE! PLEHEHEHEASE! ” Mark managed to say. Tears now starting to stream down his face from the instance laughter. But it wasn’t until Mark’s laughter went silent that they stopped, knowing that even he had his limits.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?”

“N-No it wasn’t.” Mark said sitting up, trying to catch his breath.

“You gotta admit though that was pretty damn funny.” Ethan giggled nudging Mark in the ribs.

“Shut the hell up.”

“Alright then.” He replied putting his hands up in defeat. Mark still catching his breath, looked around to make sure no one else saw or heard. But, it wasn’t until he looked at the camera in front of them that he realized…

“Wait, has the camera been rolling this ENTIRE TIME!” Mark panicked.

“Oh, I guess it has been.” Bob realized.

“So this whole thing’s on tape?!”

“Yup. I guess so.” Wade answered. 

“Ethan, you’re going to edit this out, right?” Mark asked nervously. 

“Hell no. This was amazing, I never want to forget it.” The blue boy said with  a smile. Mark’s face lit like a firework, though he tried to cover it with hands.

“Don’t feel bad Mark. Maybe your viewers will want to see how ticklish you are.” Ethan teased.

“Shut up!”

“You already said that.”

“Yeah Ethan, Mark has had enough tickling and teasing for now.” Tyler said.

“For now?” Mark questioned.

“Do you really think that we’re going to let you live this down bro?” Tyler said.

“We’re going to have so much fun together.” Ethan said as an evil grin crept onto his face.

“Oh no.” Mark thought.

anonymous asked:

Could you please tell me a little more about Hel? Or link me to some stuff to read about Her? Please and thank you :)

Unfortunately, the lore doesn’t give us much about Hel compared to her father. Most of our info about her comes from Gylfaginning in the Prose Edda (Faulkes translation):

There was a giantess called Angrboda in Giantland. With her Loki had three children. One was Fenriswolf, the second Iormungand (i.e. the Midgard serpent), the third is Hel. And when the gods realized that these three siblings were being brought up in Giantland, and when the gods traced prophecies stating that from these siblings great mischief and disaster would arise for them, they all felt evil was to be expected from them, to begin with because of their mother’s nature, but still worse because of their father’s.

Then All-father sent the gods to get the children and bring them to him….Hel he threw into Niflheim and gave her authority over nine worlds, such that she has to administer board and lodging to those sent to her, and that is those who die of sickness or old age. She has great mansions there and her walls are exceptionally high and the gates great. Her hall is called Eliudnir, her dish Hunger, her knife Famine, the servant Ganglati, serving-maid Ganglot, her threshold where you enter Stumbling-block, her bed Sick-bed, her curtains Gleaming-bale. She is half black and half flesh-coloured – thus she is easily recognizable – and rather downcast and fierce-looking.

There are two other places where she appears prominently in the lore. The first is the story of Baldr’s death, where she refuses to ransom the murdered god to the realm of the living unless all beings weep for him. The second is Ragnarok, where she sends out her armies of the dead on the ship Naglfar, which has been slowly built from the nails of the deceased throughout the ages.

From what I’ve heard, most devotees experience her as cold and impartial, but extremely strong and just. I personally haven’t interacted with her all that much, except in a few very formal vigils for the dead where neither party said much of anything. If you’d like to read others’ UPG, you can check out some of these Hel devotees (mostly taken from here and here):

I especially recommend queenofswords’ devotional tag and lavenderwrath’s hela* tag.

If you’re interested in delving deeper into Norse conceptions of the afterlife, I’d also recommend The Road to Hel by Hilda Roderick Ellis.

And while I wouldn’t recommend this person per se, you’re inevitably going to find them anyway, so I might as well throw in some disclaimers. Raven Kaldera has a shrine with a lot of UPG. Just keep in mind that Kaldera has 1) some gross views on gender and cultural appropriation and 2) a tendency to present UPG as fact. If you must browse Kaldera’s stuff, check everything against other sources before accepting it as unadulterated truth.

I’m sorry if you’ve already found all of that, but again, there’s not a ton of stuff out there. Good luck in your research!

-Mod E

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In 1947, Eileen Isabella ‘Gay’ Gibson boarded the liner ship the Durban Castle, bound to England from South Africa. She had no idea a sexual predator was on board and it would mean the end for this promising young lady. The aspiring actress disappeared from her cabin on October 18th 1947. The ship turned around and searched the waters as well as the boat but found nothing. When a ship’s watchman got to miss Gibson’s cabin he found a man named James Camb. He was the dishevelled and said she was not in the cabin. Camb worked on the liner as a steward. He was already accused of rape twice and had a wife back in England. When they docked back at Southampton, the police immediately interviewed Camb. He said that she invited him up to her cabin for sex and during the act she began convulsing and died, then he panicked and threw her out the ships porthole. He was arrested and charged with murder in March of 1948. At his trial evidence was given that stated blood traces found on the bedding in the cabin suggested strangulation. Also there was a urine stain on the bedding as well, presumed left as she was died. The defense stayed with his original story and had serious trouble explaining why Camb didn’t call for help. He was found guilty and sentenced to death, however, he escapesd the noose because Parliament was in the middle of debating abolishment of the death penalty. In September of 1959 he was released from prison on parole, or as said in england at the time, given liscense. In 1967 he was arrested again and sentenced to two years probation for assaulting a young girl and soon after was found guilty of the same lewd act. His license was revoked and he went back to prison for 10 years. He was released in 1978 and died in 1979 of heart failure. Pictured above: Miss Gibson, her cabin and the porthole which was used as evidence, the ship andfinally Camb. Source Murderpedia

May 29, 1924

Police and reporters continued tracking down leads and arresting innocents, including a woman named Lillian Borena was arrested with a hammer thought to be the murder weapon. But despite the many false paths and theories, with the help of city optometrists, a breakthrough finally came.

That afternoon the police came to call on Nathan Leopold again. The pair of glasses found by Bobby’s body had been traced to him and State’s Attorney Robert Crowe was calling him down for questioning. He went with the officers, admitted the glasses looked like his, but assured them his pair was at home. A couple officers and Leopold returned to his home, where they fruitlessly searched for the glasses. 

Nathan’s older brother Mike stood by him, objecting when the officers said they had to take Nathan back to the police station. They paid a visit to the Franks home where both Samuel Ettleston, the Franks lawyer, and Jacob Franks himself vouched for Nathan’s innocence, everyone believed he must have dropped his glasses by the culvert while birding and that the biggest clue police had was now useless. Despite this, police insisted that Nathan come back with them for some basic questioning before he could be released.

Leopold was brought to a hotel instead of a police station, for the sake of propriety, and was asked what he had been doing the afternoon of May 21st. At first he stated that he couldn’t remember, but as his interviewers realized he had a phenomenal memory, this was hardly convincing. After several hours he began telling the alibi he had prearranged with Loeb, that the evening of the murder the two of them had been drinking and driving around the city, picking up girls. At that, Loeb was brought in too and interrogated about how he spent last Wednesday. Believing Leopold had done the same, Loeb wouldn’t budge from saying that he couldn’t remember what he’d been doing. They were both questioned past midnight and spent the night in holding cells.

Sources: Life Plus 99 Years, Additional Statements of Nathan F Leopold Jr and Richard Loeb and The Chicago American

Break Year.

Characters: Dean x reader

Words:3,000

Request: -hiddlesdweeb-  Hola my friend! So I was wondering if u could do a Dean x Reader fic here’s the AU: U and Sam hav been best friends since Junior high and his family has grown to become just like a second family to u Except one thing has always been on the back of ur mind The fact that u had a lingering crush on your best friend’s older bro U never even told Sam or anyone else about it so that kills u The rest of what happens is up to u ☺️

Warnings: John Winchester, swearing,

Y/L/N= your last name 

A/N: Just to be clear in the beginning Dean is 19 and the reader is 16. This was so much fun to write and I JUST HIT 800 FOLLOWERS HOLY CRAP WHAT SHOULD I DO TO CELEBRATE? IDK SEND ME AN ASK OF IDEAS. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUUUU

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You sat at your desk in history class, doodling in your textbook. The class hasn’t started yet, and the other students ignored you,absorbed in their own conversation. You weren’t exactly the most popular in highschool, but you were definitely the person to go to if someone wanted to take their anger out of you. Junior year and you still hadn’t made any friends, you tried plenty of times but people just didn’t seem to like you.

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Face

Summary: Sometimes, Saitama just needs to accept that Genos usually knows best. 

Author’s notes: Soooo I WAS going to update a fuck ton this weekend and then anxiety attacks happened. But better late than never, right? 

Anyway, this has been on my mind for a while and after a brief conversation with the awesome @fenrisfire I figured I would finally sit down and write this already. 

Also, this is basically becoming a continuation of this which quickly became a continuation of these and I borrowed the stubble!Saitama idea from @cinensis and added a couple of head canons that popped in my head as I wrote it. 

(and I’m also tagging @caped-ace because you earned yourself some fluffy reading material, pal!) 

(I may need to add a separate link on my blog for this set of ficlets since they’re kind of turning into a…well…actual fic. But so far I don’t have a specific plot attached other than Genos and Saitama are fucking adorable and extremely domestic so. We’ll see~)

You can also read here at Ao3!



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whothehellisbella  asked:

fic title: Lines

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Type: Smut/Slight Angst 
Words: 1,102 {I got carried away}
Notes: I haven’t wrote smut in a long time be gentle with me. 
Ley Line Manipulation:
The power to manipulate the conduits of supernatural energy that surround a planet. Also known as Mystic Field Manipulation.
Warnings: Very bad smut. Unprotected sex {cover your stump before you hump}

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I Like Your Stubble

Imagine: You have a nightmare and the Winchesters come to comfort you
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Supernatural nightmares, Dean being Dean

It was the same dream every time.

You were running from the same black-eyed monster. Every night, it killed Sam and Dean; tortured them right in front of you. You never thought a dream could be so vivid, you never thought the blood could be so clear…

“Y/N!” Came the Winchesters’ strangled screams clashed into one. You couldn’t tell whose voice belonged to who. You ran harder, trying to catch up to them.

“Y/N! Please!”

The screams grew unbearably loud. You covered your ears, screaming as well. It was all too much.

“Y/N, wake up!”

You sat up at the speed of light, feeling warm tears slide down your cheeks. The two stars of your nightmares stood hovering over you, worried expressions upon their faces. Dean’s hands were clutching your shoulders, holding you together as if you were going to fall apart at any time.

Your breathing was erratic and the tears continued to cloud your vision. You tried to speak, but all that came out was a breathy sob. Within seconds, you were pulled into their arms. You buried your face into the soft material of Sam’s shirt as you felt Dean rub your back gently.

“Another one?” Sam’s quiet voice pricked the silence. All you could let out was a whimper. You hated feeling like this. So weak and vulnerable.

“This is the fourth one this week, sweetheart. You gotta talk to us.” Dean mumbled, voice thick with sleep as he continued to rub his hand along your back. The three of you sat in silence until you were ready to speak.

“I-It-” You choked out, only to be stopped by a second round of tears. “It k-killed you guys.”

You watched as the brothers shared a look.

“T-Tortured you…” Another sob wracked your body.

“Shhh… We’re here. We’re right here, we’re not going anywhere.” Sam soothed, his voice remained soft and gentle. “You’re safe. We’re safe. We’ll never leave you.”

A single tear slipped down your cheek as you looked up at the two. “Promise me.”

They looked at each other and then back at you.

“I promise.” Sam said, giving you a small smile.

“I promise.” Dean whispered, squeezing your hand.

You smiled weakly. What would you do without them? They go through so much every single day, and yet here they were, comforting you from a nightmare.

A few minutes went on but Sam still hasn’t let go of you and Dean was still mindlessly running a hand along your back. You were almost reluctant to say you were starting to feel better and that they could go back to their rooms.

“Thank you guys… for comforting me.” You whispered, burying yourself deeper into Sam’s embrace before allowing him to let you go. “You can go back to sleep now.”

“Are you sure?” They both asked in unison. You smiled and gave them a small nod. they shared a look before hesitantly pulling themselves away from you.

Sam was the first to get up. He ran a hand along your arm and gave you a gentle smile before turning to the door.

“You coming, Dean?” He looked back at the two of you still sitting together on the bed. Dean cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Uh, yeah… Just wanted to say goodnight to Y/N before you know… going to bed.”

Sam gave him a weird look, but nodded and turned to you. “Goodnight, Y/N. If you need anything, come wake one of us up, okay?”

You nodded, giving him a smile as he walked out and back to his room.

You turned to Dean, looking up into his green eyes that were so full of compassion and love. He cleared his throat again, standing up.

“Well, um… You should get your rest.” He said, scratching the back of his neck again. “I’ll just… you know-”

You cut him off by grabbing onto his hand. He looked completely shocked and flustered.

“Uh, can you… stay with me?” You asked softly, giving his hand a light squeeze. “Just for tonight. You know, in case the nightmares come back.”

He smiled and bit his lip. “Move over.”

You grinned, lifting up the covers and allowing him to crawl in beside you.

“Are you sure you actually want to do this or are you just doing it because I cried?” You asked playfully, causing him to shoot you a crooked grin.

“How could I ever say no to you, Y/N?”

Dean can be very sweet and sentimental when he wants to be. You were glad that now was one of those times. It’s actually quite adorable and it’s not something you see very often.

You smiled. “You’re cute.”

He raised his eyebrows, trying to hide his growing smirk. “So I’ve been told.”

The playful vibe died down after a couple minutes of silence.

“Dean, I don’t what I’d do without you.” You whispered, mindlessly running a hand along his chest. He sighed, taking your other hand in his.

“You won’t.” He stated. You were going to say something, but he continued. “Truth is, I need you way more than you need me. I don’t think I’d be able to handle myself if I ever left you. Heaven, hell… whatever it is, I don’t think I’d be able to stop thinking about you.”

You stared into his amazingly green eyes in shock. No, in awe.

“And that…” He let out a shaken breath. “is what keeps me going. It’s what’s keeping me alive.”

Your fingers stroked along his cheeks, watching as his eyes reflected just about every ounce of sadness they could muster. The past few months haven’t exactly been the easiest for him, either. With dealing with the mark while trying to balance a few cases a week, he hasn’t really had much time for himself. Whenever he did, he would always go into that same dark place. You and Sam noticed his change in personality, but didn’t really speak much on it since Dean wasn’t really the chatty type. He kept things like this to himself.

“Dean, sweetheart, you’re worth so much more than you think. Believe me.” You whispered, swiping you thumb underneath his watery eyes. “You’re so caring and loving and you always put everyone’s need before your own. I love your sense of humor and your ability to make me feel so happy whenever you’re around… Dean, you’re perfect in every single way. I wouldn’t trade you for the world.”

Dean stayed silent as he listened to your soft words. It was soothing to him to hear you speak and it was definitely something he needed to hear. No matter how much he hated himself, you always somehow managed to make him feel like he’s worth it.

He gave you a soft smile, playing with your fingers. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me, you know that.”

“I do. You’re the one that’s supposed to be comforted right now. Not me. But yet here I am, finding myself feeling happy just by the sound of your voice and the touch of your fingers. You’re so selfless, Y/N. You haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in over two weeks.”

You shrugged. “My lack of sleep isn’t your fault, Dean. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“I’ll always worry for you, sweetheart.”

You continued running your hand along his chest, feeling every muscle relax under your fingertips. He kept his gaze on you, playing with a strand of your hair.

“Why are you always so sweet to me?” You smiled, meeting his eyes once more.

“Hey, Dean Winchester is not sweet. He may occasionally let his guard down around you, but he’s not sweet.” He opposed, scrunching up his face in disgust as you let out a light laugh.

“No, you’re sweet.” You stated, tracing his jawline with your finger. He rolled his eyes.

“What are you doing?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows. You shrugged.

“What? I like your stubble…”

He chuckled. “Yeah, you might have told me that a couple hundred times over the years.”

You liked this. Just talking with Dean. It made you feel calm. He distracted you.

“Go to sleep, Y/N. You can barely keep your eyes open.”

“Shut up, Dean. I’m perf… perfectly capable of staying, hm, awake.” You protested, pushing his chest playfully.

“Sure you are…” He muttered, rolling onto his back.

“Hey!” You muttered. “You’re not leaving me.”

He turned back to face you. “I won’t. I promise.”

You smiled as he pulled you into his arms. Your face buried into his chest as you breathed in, sighing contently. His arms wrapped around you and pressed your body closer to him. Your legs tangled with his and you heard him let out a breath.

“Is this okay?” He asked with his lips pressed into your hair. You nodded, pressing closer, if that were even possible.

“You’re warm.” You mumbled, feeling his stubble against your forehead.

He chuckled. “Go to sleep, princess. I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise.”

You smiled, looking up to his eyes. They crinkled at the corners as he smiled down at you. You reached up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His stubble grazed against his lips and you could feel his grin get larger.

“Goodnight, Dean.” You whispered, snuggling back into his chest.

“Goodnight.”

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Suga (Part 2) - Yoongi x Reader

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Group : BTS

Member : Min Yoongi

Genre : cheating (?), affair, smut (later), fluff

Word Count : 3108

Description : Y/N is absolutely happy with Yoongi, her sweet and caring who treats her like a fragile flower. But one day, she meets Suga, who looks exactly like Yoongi, only that his personality is the exact opposite. Only he can show her the “dark side” of love she never got to experience with Yoongi. So at day, Y/N is in the warm arms of Yoongi but as soon as night falls, she finds herself in bed with Suga, who seems to know all of her darkest fantasies….

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