ugh so in love with you ow

mymisstina  asked:

Heellooo! Could I ask a Monsta X reaction to you accidentally hit them in your sleep? Thank you!

No problem, love 💕

Jooheon: “OW! What the hell, y/n-” *notices that you’re sleeping and immediately shuts up cuz he doesn’t want to wake you up*

Originally posted by wonhosoks

Minhyuk: “Huh? Did she just hit me?” *pokes you playfully and keeps whispering to you although you’re still sleeping*

Originally posted by mybabyoppa

Shownu: Ok but even if he wanted to be playful about it, I think only a flick on the forehead from him would send you flying across the freaking room 😂 So yeah, he probably wouldn’t do anything about getting hit lol

Originally posted by garisanee

I.M: “Ugh why did I have to date someone with such bad sleeping habits…” *still have heart eyes tho*

Originally posted by kihyxnie

Hyungwon: He would probably wake up and just go back to sleep tbh 

Originally posted by wonhontology

Kihyun: “HUUUUM???!!?! EXCUSE YOU, YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD- oh, oops… You’re  sleeping… My bad…” *sweats nervously, hoping you didn’t wake up*

(Literally his face at the end of the gif)

Originally posted by intoxicatingjae

Wonho: *just laughs at you without saying anything, and looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the whole wide world*

Originally posted by sukiiieee

kitsuneoftheorganization  asked:

The R.F.A + V and Saeran (especially saeran bc <3) reacting to MC falling asleep on/against them

Hello :) Mod Saeran here bringing joy and happiness to all of the fandom :) NOT GOING TO LET THOSE RUDE ANONS GET TO ME. >:O

This is really fluffy and cute * I HAVEN’T WROTE FLUFFY AND CUTE IN A WHILE *


-It was a beautiful winter morning, the air was chilly, the snow gave the surroundings a beautiful white blanket. You thought the day couldn’t get better BUT IT FREAKING DID.

-The director called Zen that rehearsals were cancelled because the theater was way too cold to practice in.

-It’s been awhile since Zen stayed home so expect tons of kisses and cuddles C:

-You guys decided to cook breakfast together and he was so happy :’)

-When you were getting the flour and eggs to start mixing….. this man….. was…. ABOUT TO START WAR IN HIS KITCHEN….

-He grabbed a handful of flour and just threw it at you :O


       ~Zen: My angel just had to match the weather outside you look like a beautiful snow prince-

       *You threw flour back at him and it was a FLOUR FIGHT

      * You were mad because it didn’t even notice on his beautiful white hair ( I LOVE THIS MAN’S RAT TAIL IDGAF WHAT YOU SAY OR THINK )

      *So you decided you needed to be extra

      *He saw that you were pondering…… he was trying to figure out what you were thinking…. TILL HE SAW YOU REACHING FOR THE EGG

    ~ Zen: babe…. Princess…. PLEASE NO.

    ~ (Y/N): I swear to your beautiful voice if you don’t clean up this mess while I shower i will throw this at you

      *He laughed because you were trying to be mad but your whole face was covered in flour LOL

-He promised to clean up and when he finished he saw you sitting on the couch hair wet and wearing his shirt

-He loved moments like this he went over to you grabbed a blanket and pulled you closer to him C: but…. minutes later YOU FELL ASLEEP



-he felt so touched that you thought he was comfortable enough to sleep on

-He rubbed your shoulder so lightly that it felt like he was touching a delicate snowflake

-He whispered to you that he loved you so much and he thanked you for making him a better person

-He sang a beautiful lullaby that would of put Snow White to shame :’) he was absolutely in love with you.

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anonymous asked:

Hi there! Just wanted you to know that you're an absolute treasure, and you make so many people happy! I love your blog, and your fics are amazing! Please have a wonderful day; you absolutely deserve it! <3

Well, if I wasn’t going to have a wonderful day before

I certainly am now.


sasuhinasno1fan  asked:

Congrats on reaching 1000, for my request is shklance pokemon trainers, if your good with that.

Weeeeell I hope this is close enough? Thank you for the opportunity to write about the ot3 aaahh I forgot how fun it is to write them ❤

Will still be taking prompts for a few more days for my 1000 followers special!

“Lance, come on! We need to get back to the apartment and get ready for the fourth of July picnic with the Holts. We’re late every time. Can we be on time, just this once?”

“Babe, it’ll be fine. Just two more minutes, there’s an Evee right around the corner and I have to catch it! You know that jerk stole the last Evee I found right before I got it.” Lance pouted.

Ahhh, yes, “that jerk”. Shiro heard quite a lot about him already. The dude who kept stealing pokemons from right under Lance’s nose, and kept taking over his gyms, whatever the hell that meant. Lance said he must be a stalker, because they’ve been running into each other almost every day now. He was the reason Shiro tagged along for the pokemon go adventure today, actually. Lance hoped that his beefy boyfriend would intimidate “that jerk”, who Lance described as a short, black haired, averagely built guy who “wasn’t even that pretty. Okay maybe a little pretty, but hella rude!”.

“Two minutes, and that’s it.” There was very little Shiro wouldn’t do for his boyfriend, and letting him indulge in a game that’ll make him happy definitely wasn’t on that list.

“Thanks, babe. I pro- What the fuck! It’s gone!” Lance cried. “My Evee’s gone!”

Hands and eyes glued to his phone, Lance ran around the corner, only to bump right into another youth who also had his hands and eyes glued to his phone.

Both Lance and the stranger yelped and stumbled back, but fortunately, Shiro’s instincts were quick enough to grab both their wrists and steady them. He released them once they were no longer at risk of falling.

Lance was quicker to recover. “You!” he blamed, “You stole my Evee again!”

“I didn’t steal anything.” the stranger narrowed his eyes. “Not my problem you’re too slow.” he shrugged.

Oh. This must be “that jerk”, then. Black hair, relatively short, rude and whoa, really cute face. Fit the description.

“Did too!” Lance insisted.

“Lance…” Shiro tried to calm him down.

“Shiro! Great idea! This is my boyfriend, Shiro, and as you can see, he’s really strong and will kick your ass if you don’t give me my Gym back.”

“Lance!” Scandalized, Shiro clapped a hand over his boyfriend’s mouth. “I’m terribly sorry for that, I will do no such thing. Lance is just… enthusiastic about the game.” He explained to the stranger, who looked about 85% ready to fight, which was impressive, considering who his opponent is supposed to be. “I’m Shiro, as Lance already said. I’ve heard a lot about you…” Shiro left the end of the sentence free for him to complete with his name.

“Keith. What did you hear about me? Nothing good, I suppose, coming from that loser.”

“Hey,” Shiro warned, “That’s my lovely boyfriend you’re talking about.”

Keith flinched. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright. I heard you’re rude, mostly. A little mean. Kinda pretty. You live up to the standard so far.”

“Wha- Pretty? Lance said that?”

“Sure did.” Shiro removed his hand from Lance’s mouth. “Right, love?”

“Maybe,” Lance sulked, looking away.

“Well, you’re not that bad yourself, I guess,” Keith mumbled. “Both of you.”

“Not so bad?” Lance protested. “Shiro is gorgeous! Are you even looking at him?”

Keith ran his eyes up and down his form appreciatively, and yup, time to change the subject before he starts blushing. “Lance,” Shiro nudged him gently. “I think you owe him an apology.”

“Ugh, fine. Sorry for bumping in to you and threatening you with Shiro,” his boyfriend grumbled.

The three talked for a little while longer, joking and teasing, walking the thin line between friendliness and outright flirting. Somehow, Shiro’s presence tamed both of them. Lance almost didn’t hate Keith at all anymore, and Keith turned out to be kind of cool, even if a bit awkward.

“Are you doing anything for the fourth of July, Keith?” Shiro asked suddenly.

The other shook his head.

“Feel like joining us? We’re going to the beach with a bunch of other people soon. There’s lots of uh… Water pokemons there, right?”

Keith studied both of them before nodding once, decisively.

Lance huffed. “As long as he doesn’t steal all of them.”

“As long as you won’t be too slow,” Keith teased, but it didn’t have much bite behind it.

They agreed to meet back at that street corner an hour later, where Lance and Shiro will pick Keith up. More accurately, he’ll follow them on his bike, because apparently he had one, which was pretty freaking hot if you asked them.

“So, we’re tapping that, right?” Lance asked once they were out of earshot, just to make sure they were on the same page.

“Oh yeah. Definitely.”

[VKM Spec] Tackling VKM 9|10

I was encouraged enough by what I saw in VKM 10 to write down my thoughts on what I’m seeing for the story and for VKM 9 and 10 in particular. This post will be slightly different from my previous chapter reviews; I’ll be covering topics of interest in random orders rather than going through the chapters step by step (mostly to avoid revisiting VKM 9 as much as possible). 

For anyone who hasn’t seen the raws or translation (is this even possible at this point?) they can be found here courtesy of @alldempretties​.

I’m still displeased with the direction Yuuki’s character has taken, and I’m not comfortable with Zero and Yuuki’s relationship as it currently stands. However, I am encouraged by Zero’s response to the new status of their relationship, and I see some potential in the new twist on where Aidou’s research is taking him as well as in the broader themes of the timing of VKM 9 &10 in general and Yuuki’s interior monologues about Zero in particular. 

If you’d like to read more, and if you don’t mind a healthy dose of Yuuki criticism, please feel free to read below the cut. (Fair warning: I have no filter in this post. Tread with caution.)

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Sunrise Forest

For @mustardyellowsunshine ’s writing prompt. I don’t know if its more than a hundred words but I did it on my Notes app on my iPhone.

Inu: “What are you doing?
Kag: “I’m trying *huffs* to climb *huffs* a tree.”
Inu: “Why?”
Kag: “ARGH Because I want to!”
Inu: “Hmph. Hold on.”
“There. Comfortable?”
Kag: “Ah. Yes. What a view! Must be nice seeing this all the time.”
Inu: “What? The sunrise? Eh. It gets boring after seeing it so many times.
"Is that why you wanted up here? All you had to do was ask, baka.”
Kag: “But I want to learn how to do it myself, even though I can’t just jump up here like you can.”
Inu: “Why bother, Kagome? I’ll always be around to leap into trees with you.”
Kag: “While I wholly appreciate it, that’s not the idea here.”
Inu: “Then what is?”
Kag: “I want to be able to reach you no matter where you are. That’s the point.”
Inu: “What? You wanna meet me in the trees?”
Kag: “I-”
Inu: “You can always just tell me to sit if I’m being stupid and avoiding you. Or you can ask me to get you up here. Simple.”
Kag: “But what if you’re injured? And you can’t move, and I can’t use the beads without hurting you even more?”
Inu: “That’ll never happen.”
Kag: “UGH And why not?!”
Inu: “Ow! Don’t hit me!”
Inu: “Kagome”
Kag: “…”
Inu: “You make me happy everyday, regardless of what you do.”
“Just being with you is what makes me happy, no matter where we are.”
Kag: “…”
“*sighs* When did you get to be so good with words? I miss my cute sputtering dogboy.”
Inu: “Oi. Knock it off. And I’m no boy anymore and I haven’t been for decades.”
Kag: “Oh, but I just love your ears. I can’t help it!”
“I know you’re not a boy anymore. You’re my husband.”
Inu: “Keh. Would it kill you to call me a man?”
Kag: “Now now. We both know that would stroke your ego too much.”
???: “Mama?”
Kag: “Careful! I don’t know how much weight this branch can take!”
???: “What are you two doing?”
Inu: “Watchin the sunrise.”
“Oi. You two are a bunch of cuddle freaks.”
Kag: “I don’t see you complaining.”
Inu: “Keh.”
???: “Uwaaaahh. Its pretty!”
Kag: “Yes, it is beautiful isn’t it?”
Inu: “Not as beautiful as you two.”
???: “Papa. You’re chee-zee.”
Inu: “Quit laughing would ya?”
Kag: “Gomen ne.”

bunncorcoran asked: joan thursday or monica hicks
So I wrote a thing...

I don’t know what this is. I just had a wintershock scene in my head that wouldn’t stop and I just had to get it out. I kind of want to make it a multi chapter thing, but seeing as the only fan fiction I’ve ever written has been a OUAT one shot and now this, the task seems daunting. But anyway, hope y’all like it. God, this is nerve wracking. Unbeta’d, any hot messes are mine. 

UPDATE!!! This is now a multi chapter fic on AO3!


There were exactly three things Darcy Lewis was prepared to cheerfully wake up for: homemade French toast, Christmas morning, and sex of the mind-blowing variety (subpar sex was met with her usual post-slumber grumpiness.) Loud, insistent knocking on her apartment door at 3am was decidedly not on that list, so it should come as no surprise that she let loose a rather feral growl as she rolled from her bed to seek out the source of the knocking. Darcy grumbled and stumbled her way to the front door, a hint of murder flashing in her eyes, before ripping the door open with a startling amount of violence from someone who could be solidly categorized as “civilian”.

“What. Do. You. Want,” she spit out, her eyes slowly focusing on the two blurry figures crowding the hallway outside her door.


Oh great. Of course. Who else would be here to see her in all her grumpy, rumpled glory but Captain Gloriously Handsome and…was that? Yep. Yep. Captain Glorious and his equally attractive, if utterly terrifying, bff superassassin, the Winter Beefcake.

Jesus, whyyyyy?

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The Bitch is Back

Well well well. Look who it is. 

So I am like the absolute worst. I know you guys probably think I am full of shit but like omg when I initially went on hiatus, I only planned for it to be a few weeks maybe a month max. Not frick THREE MONTHS.

I feel like I owe you all an explanation and I am super sorry. I do want to say that my inbox is overflowing with messages from you guys and honestly it made me wanna cry. Like I say this a ton, but I don’t think my writing is anything that great. So the fact that people love reading my garbage that I post and actually miss my content just ugh *clenches fist* warms my heart. 

So you guys are the greatest and I will be replying to you all tmr :D Shoot me a message tomorrow if you wanna chat :D

So to give you a rundown of what has been going on in the shitshow that I call my life. It has been sucking. Like so hard. As some of you may know, I am currently going to UNI and like its been a lot of work. Not only that but I volunteer and work full time. So things have been pretty hectic. To make matters worse, someone stole my Macbook. 

Which had all of the fics that I had worked on or were in the process of working on. I spend a lot of time on my writing, outlining it writing it, rewriting it, playing with twenty different ideas. I also like to write a few chapters at a time so that I have something done and ready to release so when all of my stuff was gone it just set me off. I was super upset and I didn’t have a computer to do my work let alone write these fics so it been tough. I don’t wanna get too in-depth but things have been rough so the fact that you guys have been so amazing just ugh means so much <3

Luckily though things have been turning around. Life is looking up, the whole pot of gold at the end of the rainbow shebang. But yeah I don’t wanna too personal LOL but yeah. So if you all were a bit curious as to why I’ve been really MIA here’s basically why LMAO. 

I plan to keep releasing fics, I will try to get one thing out a week or every other week but life is still crazy. I appreciate all the love support and patience you guys have shown me. It truly means the world. <3 

Love you guys<3 MUAH <3

Remember Me - Malia Tate AU Imagine

Originally posted by menyc1ty

Summary: Y/n McCall is the younger twin sister of Scott (she’s human though). She and Malia have been dating for 3 years now. Instead of Stiles being taken by the Ghost Riders it’s Y/n. Stalia never happen here but Stydia is canon. Story will be told from both Malia and Y/n’s POV.

Gifs are not mine credits to owner.


I saw them. 

My heart raced as I felt some beads of sweat fall down my face. I raced down the hallway running into my brother “Scott!” I smiled at him he turned around and looked at me weirdly but replaced it with a small smile “Hi” he spoke “thank God listen I saw them I saw the riders they’re coming for me” I said all in one breath “what? who’s coming?” Scott became panicky “the Ghost Riders from the Wild Hunt” I told him freaking out completely “Listen calm down” he spoke softly I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly “why don’t you tell me your name.” Scott smiled that’s when I felt my world shatter,my own blood even know me.

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My Thoughts on Ace Reporter

Whoops, started late.
4 minutes in.
This guy!
Lena, do not stare at him lovingly!
Oh. Dang.
That’s cool.
Stop. Staring. Lovingly.
At least they’re sitting together.
I lowkey hope this Guy’s evil.
Be a reporter!
“One of the best reporters in National City”
Ooh. Information.
This seems shady.
Do not have dinner with him.
My boy is back from the abyss.
Winn and Lyra!
I love the three of them.
Man in the van!
And Lyra!
James and Winn having a storyline?
It can’t be!
This seems shady…
Oh shit.
Dis is bad.
Oh my!!
That was underwhelming.
I had such high hopes.
Watch that be the only supercorp scene tho.
Floriana Lima!
Maggie’s in this ep!
Snapper is the worst.
Fuck you snapper.
In the office!
Its Jack.
I thought it was Kara.
Who’s Hector?
What happened to Jess?
Can we just have an episode with Katie saying stuff?
Just her talking for 43 minutes.
I love her voice.
Where’s Alex?
Like, I want Jack to be a bad guy,
Bout oif he and Lena end up together
He better be good enough for her.
The dart gun!!!
So far no Manuel.
Oh shit.
Oh no.
This is crazy.
Ugh. Why?
We had a good episode.
Lena called!
Help her.
I love her.
Lena’s face!
Or Bezzie Mates????
He’s lying.
He has a cool accent too tbh.
Kara interrupting!
You do!
YOU get in the way of romance.
Oh no.
I know what’s coming.
Brace yourselves.
Get ready.
Oh no.
Uh oh.
This is bad.
Bad idea man.
Oh God.
Jack’s a bad guy.
Called it.
Don’t leave Lena!
She’s probably so hurt.
Oh shit.
I like this commercial!
Lena! Kara!
Oh no.
This is gonna hurt.
Oh mno.
At least she has receipts.
Kara is protecting her!
Did everyone die?
Where is everybody?
Lyra and Winn!
Poor winn.
Oh my.
C H I L L.
Oh no.
That did not go well.
These are good roasts tbh.
Go Kara!
Good apology Kara!
Oh my.
Go Lena!
She’s so hurt .
Someone hug her.
Oh my.
Oh shit.
This was a pretty good plan tbh.
Do not bring family into this.
The sexual tension though.
So what I’m getting is
Technacaly this girl kissed Lena.
Saving Lena!
I feel alive.
Oh no.
This is not good.
Very not good!!!
Kill him!
That elbo…
“Don’t let go Jack!”
I’m so sorry.
I had too.
I’m a terrible person.
This is sad.
Hug her!
The couch scene!
This is really sad.
I don’t know if I should scream or cry.
Kioll me!!!!!
This is so gay!!!!!!
I cannot breathe!!!!!!!!
This is all I’m hgoing to blog about for the next 6 years.
Poor Winn.
this is adorable!
Happy ending!
The ultimate OT3!
Is she an assistant again?
The byline!
Is she a reporter again?
But that was good.
She’s rehired!
Oh. What is this?
Don’t be evil.
Oh, just Rhea.
Happier ending!
This has been a very good ending!
Almost a perfect episode!
Oh shit.
Oh my.

Peter x Reader: To the death

@weasleygirl7 asked:
Hello! I absolutely love your blog! It’s great! Can you do an imagine (set in Prince Caspian) is Peters girlfriend and she went to Narnia with them in LWW and was a queen, and was amazing in battle, and so she meets Caspian and they start to battle, and Peter and Lucy are watching but Peter knows she can handle herself and then there’s fluff? Sorry if that’s confusing.

~Yes! I hope it’s what you wanted :) I know @itsalwaysnarnia, @nylonsandlipstick, and @myaekingheart love Pete too, and I absolutely adore the wonderful, heroic, brave, kind…ugh, I just love Peter-even if he is forever a scrub bucket. So here it is: My first Peter x Reader.  (Also, I kind of owe @nylonsandlipstick a Peter fic :D ) ~

“So here she is. The legendary ‘Queen Y/n the brave’.” 

You smirked, drawing your blade to point it at Caspian. “So you’ve heard the tales? Has my boyfriend-” 

Peter coughed from behind you. 

“Sorry. Has my husband told you of my victories in battle?” Caspian leaned into a wall outside the How. “You can’t possibly believe that your greatness has not been recognized, your highness.” Caspian taunted, drawing his sword. You encircled each other. 

“Y/n, be careful.” Lucy called anxiously, standing in the archway. “She can handle it.” Peter said, narrowing his eyes at Caspian. “She has before.” 

Their swords clashed. The young Queen smirked at the shock on Caspian’s face. “Yes,” She yelled over the bashing of metal, “I fight like a girl.”

 She threw Caspian’s sword to the side with one flick of her blade. 

“And a dirty one at that.”

 Peter grinned from the arch, ruffling his sister’s hair. “See? She’s alright, Luce. I’m not so sure about Caspian though.”

 The prince stumbled to keep his balance as he retrieved his sword from where it lay beside him.

 With a reassuring smile at Lucy and Peter, Caspian hurled his sword at Y/n. She was quick, and immediately retaliated. 

The two fencers neared the entrance of Aslan’s How. They stopped at the doorway, panting. Lucy buried her face into her brother’s tunic, and Peter hugged her closely to his chest. 

You weren’t going to stop the duel, though. 

“To the death, Telmarine?” You asked, extending your sword. Caspian chuckled and raised his. “To the death, my Queen.”

 You took up a different strategy this time. As Peter watched the two of you battle, he began to notice every small move you made. From the way you spun around to attack from behind, to the way your arms moved as you swung your weapon. He saw the glint in your eyes as you clashed swords for the last time, forcing Caspian to lower to his knees. 

“You fight well, my liege.” Caspian said, grinning. You stuck your sword in the grass. “As do you.” 

Lucy removed her face from Peter’s shirt, smiling widely.

“Well Prince Caspian, I must be off. I shall see you at the How.” Caspian bowed his head. Peter, now anxious to steal his wife from Caspian again, sneakily grabbed your arm. 

Lucy inched over to Caspian shyly, trying to start up a conversation with the handsome prince. You smiled at her as Peter lead you away into the small patch of woods nearby. 

“That was quite a fight.”  He said, smiling and kissing you behind your ear. You grinned, facing your husband of many centuries ago. “You’ve seen me do better.”

 You lowered your voice, looking around. “Honestly, he’s an amateur.” Peter laughed heartily, wrapping his arms around your waist. He rested his chin on your head. “I just hope he doesn’t get any ideas.” 

You frowned, pivoting your head up to face him. “Well,” He said, replying to your questioning look, “You’re my queen.” 

You smiled, resting your head on Peter’s chest. “No, you’re not.” he said as an afterthought. “You’re my warrior.”

Dangerous Love Pt2

Originally posted by klopehybridss

It’s been 5 months since you have left New Orleans to have a fresh start from your broken heart. You still haven’t moved on from him.

You have been with him for so long it’s hard to get over a man like him.

Now you have started to build a life in the small town of Mystic Falls. You also made friends with the people Klaus despised. I mean after all it is a small town.

Within the week of coming to this town you have met the all so famous Salvatore brothers, you and Stefan had become quick friends while Damon was a lot more hostile towards you.

But as time went on he started warming up to me. You found him as a less badass version of Klaus but none the less just like Klaus and maybe that was a reason you and him had hook ups now and then.

That didn’t mean you both didn’t have a love hate relationship but none of it romantically.

The hook ups were all about pleasure on both sides. You have also hoped Damon would have been a distraction but that did not go as planned.


Elijah had been calling non-stop for these past 5 months but it was hard for you to muster up the courage to answer it.

What you were scared of the most was Elijah being able to convince you to come back and you being so foolish would go back. After all the Mikaelson’s do have a way with word.


Right now you were at Mystic Grill with Stefan, Damon, Caroline, Elena, Bonnie and Matt. Over the few months you had become close friends with everyone. You have even risked your life for them and they did the same for you.

Even if they have been your friends for only few months it felt like years.

“There were more animal attacks happening here again” Matt said

“More like dumbass vampires with no life who don’t know what they are dealing with” Damon remarked with an annoyed look.

“oh so someone like you then” Bonnie said with a smile

“Stop being such a bitch, I mean witch” Damon replied

“That was the worst comeback of comeback” you said laughing

“ugh suck my dick” Damon said with a smirk

“ow, what was that for” Damon yelled as Stefan smacked him on the head with a grin on his handsome face.

“you guys are kids but I love it” you replied with a smile

The conversation went on with many stupid and stupid comments from Damon and it was just really fun.

As everything was going fine, you got a call from an unknown number, you usually tend to ignore them thinking it was Elijah but today you were caught up in the moment of everything that was happening around you to realize you clicked answer.

“Hello” your cheery voice rang threw the phone

“(Y/N) dear, finally you answered, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for the last five months but I realize you have been ignoring me.”

“Well yes, if you realized that then why call making everything more difficult than it needs to be, you could have just stopped working yourself to get a hold of me.”

“I could have but we don’t give up that easily, after all we do have forever to play this game”

“You might have not given up but it seems like the person who should not have given up did give up”

“ah yes Niklaus, that’s who I called to talk to you about, we need your help, he’s on a rampage for the last five month and its tragic here in New Orleans”


“Oh Fuck it’s that damn Original again, always annoying the living shit out of our lives” Damon growled in annoyance

Oh gosh what if Elijah heard Damon talk, then he would know where you were, great. You smacked Damon and before he can yell at you, you covered his mouth in hopes of keeping him quite.

But the small effort you took was worthless as Elijah knew exactly where you were.

“Listen Elijah, I can’t help you. This is not my problem anymore you should go ask his little play thing Cami to help”

You hung up the phone before he can reply to your little comeback. You felt anger rising up inside you. How dare he think everything will be fine and I would help Klaus after what he had done to me.

The rest of the day went by like every day going to school, working at Mystic Grill, catching up with your friends at the end of the day and between all that dealing with vampire business if necessary.

You were walking home talking to Damon on the phone about the latest vampire attack and who it might be when someone grabbed you.

Your first instinct was to scream forgetting you were a vampire.

Damon was puzzled hearing you scream as why would someone strong as you would scream.

You tried to fight who ever grabbed you but they were much stronger than you and before you screamed once again the person broke your neck, silencing you.

Damon speed to the place he knew you were at but he was too late you were gone without a trace of who took you.


You woke up in a familiar room, a room you knew too well. It was the apartment you stayed at the first time you came to New Orleans.

In that minute you knew who took you.

“You’re finally awake my dear, I’m sorry for the way I brought you here but the circumstances required your presence”

You sighed; you should have figured as much, Damon gave you away. Stupid idiot had to talk.

’Fine I’m here, too late to go back now. What is it that you need from me?” showing how irritated you were by his actions

“Nothing new, I have told you this before, Klaus needs your help. He is ruthless right now and I believe you are the only one who can help him at this state of mind”

“Why should I do anything for that bastard, he hurt me a lot Elijah”

“I’m not asking you to do it for him; I’m asking you to do it for me and Rebecca, for the people of New Orleans. He has been on a killing rampage and I need your help to stop him. This is the first time I have ever asked you for anything so please consider it for the innocent lives that will be taken by Nikluas’s hands.”

Well what he said was true he had never asked anything from me, he had done everything for me even the smallest thing, considering me as a sister and I would feel like a total bitch if I don’t do this. I don want to be totally selfish.

“Fine, I’m only doing this for the innocent lives and you and Rebecca, you know you guys are family to me no matter what so I’ll do this for you guys only not for him.”

You knew Elijah wasn’t going to stop pestering you if you have said no, he cares way to much about Klaus to stop.

“Thank you” he said walking out leaving you to do what you do best, calm the beast down.


You walked to where the Mikaelson’s household is. You held your breath as you opened the door slowly debating if this was a huge mistake.

The minute you stepped in you heard a loud crash coming from none other than Klaus Mikaelson’s room.

You were worried to say the least. You still loved him and you didn’t want him doing this on your sake. Seeing him hurt, hurt you deep inside even if you didn’t want to admit it.

You slowly followed the noise into his room. The door was open and everything in his room was broken. Even his precious paintings he took his time painting. That was his life and he destroyed it because of you.

His expensive paint was splattered around his room and the walls. Even with the mess of his room everything that held memories of both of you sat perfectly where you had left it.

“Hello Niklaus”

Klaus’s body froze hearing your voice, the voice he thought he would never hear again.

“(Y\N) love, you here I missed you so much, I was such a mess I went on a rampage knowing I hurt you. I’m so sorry.”

“Listen I’m not here because of you, I’m here for solemnly one reason and that Elijah. He has the hope that I would be able to help you and I do not want to let him down so would you stop sulking and pick up your shit”

You were scared to look in his eyes, knowing if you did you would fall for him yet again so you looked everywhere but him.

“No please do not say that, he is right you are the only one who is able to help me. I have missed you so much. I need you in my life without you I felt empty. I didn’t realize what I had till you were gone. You mean everything to me, you are my world without you I’m broken and I’m lost. Please love, come back to me.”

He sounded so weak. You can see the tears that were forming in his eyes and you hated that. You loved how strong he was and how ambitious he is. His reckless attitude was what dragged you to him and seeing him this weak broke your heart.

“Klaus please don’t do this; you’ve made too many mistakes for you to think it would be so easy to fix this”

“Then give me a chance, give me time, I would spend my whole life making up for what I did, I would spend my whole life fixing this.”

You heard your phone ring and realized your friends must be worried sick. You took your phone out to check who called and realized it was Damon. You had spams from all your friends and Damon had called you about 15 times now.

Your phone started ringing again and you picked up, smiling at how much your friends care.

“Hey Damon”

“Don’t worry I’m fine just got some business to take care off, I’ll call you back later okay”

“Yes don’t worry I’ll be safe”

“No I’m not in any kind of trouble”

You watched Klaus carefully as you talked to Damon. His body was tense and you can see his knuckles turning white from how tight he was fisting his hand. You can see the hurt hiding behind the look of rage. The murderous look that took over his beautiful face told you it was time to end the call now.

“Listen I will talk too you soon. Bye” with that you hung up.

The minute you hung up the phone, you were pinned to the wall with Klaus’s body pressing up against yours.

“What the hell Klaus” trying not to sound like an idiot. He still had the same effect on you like the first day you met. You can hear your heart beating uncontrollably and you sure as hell were sure he could hear it too.

“Why is Damon Salvatore calling you?”

“Well why else he Is my friend duh”

But you knew he can see you were lying, he always knew when you were lying

“Do not lie to me tell me the truth now” his voice was demanding and you knew he could compel you but choose not to.

“Seriously we are friends but we have small hook ups here and there but none the less we’re friends okay”

He growled at the answer you gave him, clearly not impressed with what you have said. He pushed his body further into you closing any gap that was between you both.

Seeing him like this make you all hot and bothered, your body wanted him but your mind said no.

“No one, I mean NO ONE is allowed to touch you but me, you are mine and mine only understand”

Fuck he was so damn hot, he made you want to do thing to him right now. But you couldn’t let your desires come between what’s right.

“Actually no Klaus, I’m not yours, I stopped being yours 5 months ago, now I’m me and I don’t have to get permission from you to sleep with anyone, I can sleep with whoever I want”

You could hear the growl coming from deep within him, his inner wolf fighting to come out. Before a word could be said he crashed his lips onto yours making sparks fly like day one. The warmth of his lips make you shiver. You felt warm and whole once again.

You couldn’t help but slowly respond to his passionate but erotic kiss. He pulled away kissing and biting your neck making sure to leave a mark.

“I love you so much (Y\N). I can’t imagine a life without you. Please just give me one more chance” Klaus asked while nibbling at your neck.

“I’m tired of giving you chances but something about you just keeps making me come back, and I know this is dangerous putting my heart out there for you again but I can’t help it. I hate but love the dangerous love you provide and I will give you another chance. This time we are taking it slow and you’re going to have to prove yourself to me.”

“I promise I will prove myself and I will never mess up again”

You pulled him into a kiss once again missing the feeling of his lips.

You pulled away smiling at him and him back at you.

“Now if you don’t mind I have some business to deal with Damon Salvatore who dare touch MY GIRL”

Klaus growled stomping out the door like a kid. You chuckled and ran after him so he would not do something stupid.

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He Deserves a Shot at Being Happy Chapter 37 Archive of Our Own
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Originally posted by toqaahmed




And SO good




He was ready to freaking die? Another does of self-sacrifice after he’d been trying so hard to live…

Ugh, Felicity… she’s going to-

He just gave himself to Slade. I understand why but the fact that he had to push down thoughts of Felicity tells me part of him knew FULL bloody well that it isn’t a sacrifice to give up on the fight.



I cannot wait to see how Felicity handles this but I’m certain he’s going to see the wood for the trees.

But first, he needs to be a big numpty. So that’s fine. But Moira!

I mean, is she or isn’t she? I’m equal parts:

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Originally posted by game-squared

Way to deal the cards, sell a story and make my heart race. Whoot! There’s too much to comment on.

(gifs not mine)

Sirius Black Imagine: “Opposites attract”

Can I request a Surius X Hufflepuff!Reader(boy or girl whichever:3) just where the reader is super cute and sweet and a total opposite of Sirius but it works, and they’re super cute and fluffy together, piggyback rides thru the castle, pranks together, pranks on each other, cuddle sessions, etc.??? thank you! I love you so much

Requested by anon

Notes: adorable hufflepuff reader


You and your boyfriend were having a little misunderstanding in an empty corridor. The only company was the paintings, which were gossiping, as usual.

“Sirius, I won’t do it!” you complained.

“Yeah, yeah. You are miss/mister goody two shoes!” he told you. Sighing, he added in a sad and dramatic tone: “I guess it was a bad idea anyway…”

You felt a little guilty and replied: “I’m sorry, Sirius. I’m not comfortab-“

Before you could finish the sentence, he managed to put you on his back, holding your legs.

“Bloody hell!” you cried out, surprised, while you put your hands on his shoulders so that you didn’t fall back.

“Ah-ah, y/n. You can’t curse! I’m the one who curses constantly out of us, not you!” he mocked.

“Sirius Black! Get me down this instant!” you ordered, even though you were trying hard not to giggle.

“No way!” he yelled. Unexpectedly, he started to run across the empty corridor and laugh like crazy. You couldn’t help but laugh alongside him. You had to admit that piggyback rides weren’t as bad as you thought.

The last hufflepuff left the Common Room. Today there was an important Quidditch match. You never liked the sport, so when you finally were alone in the room, you sighed contently.

“At last… Now you and I will be together for an hour” you whispered to your favorite book. It wasn’t something you usually did, to talk out loud or to talk to… well, objects. But since you were on your own, you didn’t reprimand yourself.

As you opened the book, you felt two hands grabbing your shoulders. You jumped, let out a scared yelp and threw the book away. Next, you heard a familiar laugh.

“Merlin, Sirius! Don’t scare me like that!” you shouted.

He kept laughing and kissed your forehead. But you were angry at him, so you pushed him away. You took your book and ignored him. The silent treatment would teach him a lesson.

Sirius frowned.



“Y/n? Come on! Are you really going to ignore me? I’m missing the Quidditch match because of you!”

The only sound on the room was that of turning pages.

He pouted, trying to think of a way to get your attention. Smirking, he started to kiss your neck.

“S-stop!” you managed to let out.

“Oh! Hello y/n! I see you’re talking to me once again! Nice” he teased.

“You’re impossible! How did you even manage to get into the Hufflepuff Common Room?! Wait! I don’t really want to know! Don’t tell me!”

He grinned and told you, anyway: “Potter’s invisibility cloak”

You raised an eyebrow: “He lent you the cloak?”

He made a face which told you that the term lent wasn’t the correct one.

“Oh, no! Don’t tell me you’ve stolen it!” you whispered with wide eyes.

He showed you his palms as if on self-defense and admitted: “You say steal I say borrow without letting him know…”

“Sirius! That’s bad! How could you do that?” you exclaimed.

“Is wanting to spend some quality time with my girlfriend/boyfriend such a bad thing? I knew you wouldn’t go to the game, so I thought I’d surprise you…”

Your expression softened.

“You stole your friend’s cloak to spend time with me?”

He nodded.

“T-that’s sweet… I mean! That’s bad, even though your intentions are good!” you babbled. “Promise me you’ll confess it!”

“What? I can’t do that! Prongs will kill me!”

“Exactly! But it’s the right thing to do…”

He shook his head and told you: “Ok, ok. You win. But I want something in exchange… a cuddle session”

You smiled brightly and nodded. Right now, you didn’t care about the book, only how good it felt to be in your boyfriend’s arms.

“What is this exactly, y/n?” Sirius asked you with a doubtful voice.

“It’s a caramel apple. Muggles love it. I always asked for it as a child. Go on. Taste it! It’s amazing! Trust me” you grinned innocently.

He hesitated, but bit the apple. His eyes widened and he spat out the food. You couldn’t stop laughing.

“Sweet mother of Merlin! Y/n! I didn’t know you were that nasty!”

“Your face!” you cried out, still laughing out loud.

“Y/n! This wasn’t an apple! It is obviously an onion!”

“Your powers of deduction are amazing, Sirius. I’m impressed” you teased.

“It’s not funny!”

“It actually is! Happy April’s fool day!” you sing-sang. “I love you babe!” you added. “But I’m not giving you a kiss. I hate onions…”

“I’m not doing it, Sirius!” you warned him.

“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun” he insisted.

“No” you repeated.

“You are no fun…”

“Maybe you are too much fun…” you retorted.

“You owe me for the onion thing!”

“Ugh! Ok, ok, I’ll do it!

“Yes!” he cried out in victory.

So Sirius had convinced you to pull out a prank on Professor McGonagall. You passed a note in the middle of the class, not so subtly to Sirius. When the Professor saw it, she moved her wand and accioed the paper.

“Mr. Black and Miss/Mr. y/l/n think it is funny to write notes during class. Let’s see if you still find it interesting when the rest of your classmates know what they are about…”

All the class gasped and held their breaths. They were expecting fluffy love notes, but instead, Minerva’s voice whispered: “Professor McGonagall is the best”

She was too shocked to say anything… When the class finished Sirius gave you a peck and said: “I told you her expression would be priceless”

“I would have never done it if I hadn’t owed you!” you reminded him.

“I know. Sometimes I wonder how two completely different people like us got together…” he murmured.

You smiled and told him: “Opposites attract, Sirius”

“And that’s what your parents used to do at school!”

“Sirius Black! Don’t tell our son the shameful way we used to misbehave! He’s only two years old, for Merlin’s sake!”

“He’s going to be the best prankster of Hogwart’s history… Just you wait”


“I love you, babe”

You sighed and smiled at him: “I love you too”

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The starry nights

A/N: Alternatively, 6.1K of Nursey being a space nerd and Dex just being a nerd. Alternatively, Dex calling Nursey strange nicknames. Take your pick.

Derek Nurse, at heart, was a romantic. And like many romantics who came before him, he found inspiration in the beautiful, the universal, the unexplained, the unexplored. For many, that had been the western frontier, Alaska, the forest, the ocean, the human condition, etc., etc. For Robert Frost, it was the road not taken. For Walt Whitman, it was grass. Whitman could have just crouched in his backyard and figured out grass in less than like 80 billion pages, but whatever, he was living life his way. Kudos to Whitman.

Anyway, Nursey’s muse resided not under the floorboards or atop the mountains, but in the night sky, that horrible, captivating expanse that spread out above him when the day was finished, made of darkness but home to so much light. Nothing else made him feel simultaneously alone and as though he had everywhere to belong, as though he were a small part of something bigger. It greeted him with a welcoming indifference he both feared and relished.

Nursey could remember the first time he’d seen the stars. Manhattan wasn’t exactly a stargazing destination. He’d of course seen them before on television and in art and the like, and he knew that he couldn’t see them in real life because of light pollution, but he hadn’t actually believed there could possibly be that many out there. He’d thought it was all an exaggeration.  

Until his parents had taken him along to a remote beach in Belize when he was about eight. They’d flown in late. It was dark, and they were all tired from travelling, but it wasn’t quite time for bed. His parents suggested going for a walk on the beach. He’d sat in the living room chair, playing on his Nintendo DS as his parents searched for flashlights and changed their clothes and found their sandals. As they were about to walk out the door, they called back to him.

“Derek, are you ready?” His mother asked.

He paused his game. “For what?” he asked back.

“To go for a walk, silly.”

Derek was amazed. His nanny had already shut herself in her bedroom. This was the first time in his recent memory he would go somewhere with his parents without her. “Just a minute,” he’d told his mother. He ran to his bedroom and tore through his suitcase to find his shoes.

The sun had set hours ago. Derek stepped from the boardwalk onto the sand, soft and slippery and warm from the sun. It felt like satin between his toes.

Derek saw a crab, white in the light of his flashlight, and took off like a shot, pouncing. His hand came up, of course, empty, but he felt no loss. There was another crab about three feet off, and about five more after that. He found a sea turtle’s nest of eggs in the sand under a set of stairs down the beach. He heard the croak of a frog from a tussock of rush, but couldn’t see it. He was digging through the greenery, letting his hands follow the frog’s call, when there was an explosion behind him.

The sky was illuminated a brilliant blue when Derek sat back, but the firework wasn’t what kept his attention. He couldn’t look away from the stars. There were so many. In New York, the sky was completely black, a plain backdrop for the city, but here, it was filled with stars, as though someone had spilled jar upon jar of them across the heavens. And the harder he stared into the darkness, the more stars he could see. The Milky Way cut through the chaos. He wished he could fly up and swim in it.

Derek stayed there, lying on his back in the sand long after the fireworks ended, until his parents finished their walk and found him on their way back. Derek had been focusing on a particularly bright arrangement of stars, studying how they’d moved since he’d studied them last, when his view was interrupted by his mother’s face. She bent over him, smiling benevolently, her hijab waving in the breeze.

“Derek, what are you doing?” She asked.

“Umi, are there always this many stars?”

“Yes, there are.” She held out her hand to help him stand. She gripped his shoulder and roughly brushed off his back. “Look at all the sand on you.”

“Is there any way we can see them in the city?”

“Don’t think so. It’s too bright.” His father answered.

His mother let go of him when her phone buzzed. She pulled it out of her pocket. She turned to her husband. “Jason just emailed me. He says he wants to meet for breakfast tomorrow to discuss budget while we’re in the same area.”

“Does that man not understand how to call?”

“Apparently he wants to talk in person.”

“We should head back then. Sounds like you’ve got an early day tomorrow.”

All but forgotten, Derek wandered along behind them. In the weeks after they returned home, he would drag his nanny across the city, searching for a glimpse of the stars, an interruption in the black. Finding none, his nanny – and he felt bad that he couldn’t remember which one it’d been – would help him paste glow-in-the-dark stickers to his bedroom ceiling, directed by him and an astronomy book, so the constellations were in the right places. He took out every star book in the library and went to the observatory a few blocks from his brownstone more times than he could count. His favorite movie became 2001: A Space Odyssey. He visited space in his dreams and longed for the day he could see it again in reality.

Then he grew up and moved to Massachusetts.

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“Torn” || Stiles Stilinski x Reader || Chapter Three

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Chapters: ONE | TWO | THREE
Warnings?: None, yay.
Requests?: Probably, my brain can’t process my inbox sometimes, welp.

Genre: Drama/Romance/Angst
Rated: PG-13

Imagine Key:

  • (Y/N): Your Name
  • (N/N): Nickname
  • (E/C): Eye Color
  • (H/C): Hair Color

Word Count: 1,923
Shipping: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

When the morning sunshine rose up with bright rays, it grazed the trees, creating a look of golden hour. Birds were chirping, quietly, the sky was a pleasing shade of blue. Everyone in Beacon Hills was slowly waking up from their slumber. Getting ready to hustle and rustle, including you.

Your eyes flutter open to a gentle, yet noticeable shaking. You slowly turned your head to the side, with eyes that weren’t ready to be exposed to the bright sunlight, to see the big smiles of the pack.

You smiled back, in surprise to see them in your room.

Each and every member was there, looking like their usual self. 

Except for two…

You didn’t want to see the two anyways… you have your real friends with you, who wouldn’t back stab you.

“Guys? Why are you doing here? Or even here at all? You don’t usually come over.” You asked, sliding yourself from your fetus position to a placement where you could see their faces.

“Well, we couldn’t let you leave without our proper goodbye’s and your basket of goods from us, could we love?” Chuckled Isaac, lifting up the gift baskets that have your favorite chocolates, movies, and small little gifts peeking out from everywhere. “Also, one more thing. I bought you $200 worth of shirts from your favorite music artists, so now you owe me $100 ba-Ow! The hell?! Those shirts weren’t cheap, Lydia! You’re filthy rich.”

Issac snarled at Lydia while she did the same

You grinned at the sight in front of you. It makes your heart flutter about how much they cared for you and just overall love you. It saddens you that you wouldn’t be seeing them for awhile, but it’s the best for a hiatus from Beacon and it’s… Stiles.

“Awww guys, you didn’t have to. You’re making me so flustered. Ugh! Come give me a hug!” You smiled brightly, widening your arms for each and every one of them to attack you in one big group hug.

“I’m going to miss you all, so much. What am I going to do without you?” You said, fighting the tears that were trying to escape from your (E/C) eyes.

But you couldn’t.

The tears slowly dripped down your cheeks as your best friends continue to embrace you, and whisper sweet little things. You loved them, you loved them so much and you couldn’t hold back the emotions you had. They are part of your family, and you wouldn’t replace them with anyone else.

“We love you loads (Y/N), remember that when you’re away from us.”

“Keep safe. We don’t want to lose you in any way.”

“So, you better be squeaky clean when you return, you hear me.”

“You know she won’t be, Kira. You know her better-”

“Shut up Liam! Just keep a lookout (N/N), I love you.”

“We all do.”

You smiled into their chests, blushing from their love. You cherished them so much, it was undeniable.

No one can replace them.

No one.

“Ahem- I don’t want to ruin this beautiful moment but (Y/N), sweetheart, they’re almost here, you should get ready.” Said your mother. With the sudden entrance, it made you jump in the spot in surprise before chuckling away an “Okay”.

As you got yourself refreshed and a new set of clothes, the pack and the rest of your family were waiting down in the kitchen, chowing down on some of your mother’s delicious breakfast.

You quickly brushed your luscious (H/C) hair out, using your hand and grabbed the bags full of belongings that you packed the night before and headed downstairs.

When you arrived downstairs, the aroma of your mother’s breakfast makes you drool in hunger. As your mother saw you step foot in the kitchen, she instantly provided you a breakfast that consisted of her homemade hash browns, an omelet, 3 small sausages and 2 slices of toast. Ohmygod!!! Damn, it looked amazing!!! You immediately seized the plate from her hand and started to devour every single thing.

You can never stop a savage from eating, especially you.

After moments of bonding and consuming home cooked food for the last time before you go on your hiatus, a very familiar black 1967 Chevy Impala appeared in front of your home, with 3 familiar faces. The tall, jacked build of one of them, with the addition of classic Led Zeppelin songs blasting out, made you recognize them even more.

They have finally arrived.

Your Winchesters, and angel.

When your parents eventually acknowledged that the 3 men have arrived. They hurriedly wiped everything up, to help you out before you leave them, temporarily as Liam, Isaac, and Scott all assisted you and clutched your bags from your grip and dragged it out the door along with you by their side.

As you stepped out of your home, the handsome profile of Dean Winchester stepped out his precious car. When you looked up from the floor while walking towards the impala, you met the stunning green eyes that you have grown to recognize instantly, with no second thought at all.

“Dean.” You stated with wide eyes, surprised and just overall, speechless to see him after years of separation. Chills ran through your body as you jogged over to him to embrace each other, with big smiles. “Hello, little fire witchling.”

The nickname, fire witchling was given to you by him and his brother, Sam because you were a hybrid of a witch, a Fire Witch to be exact and a dragon. Your whole entire family on your mother’s side have generations and generations of witches and wizards within them, while your father has generations and generations of a dragon bloodline. Since you’re the offspring of both supernatural beings, you have a cross of supernatural abilities of a dragon and a witch.

Making you the fire witchling, according to the two brothers.

It was your little thing.

“Ahem! We’re here too (Y/N), don’t tell me you forgotten us alrea-”

Soon realizing that you were hugging Dean a little too long, you released yourself from the embrace and attacked the moose and angel with an overflowing hug.

“Oh shut up Sammy, how can I forget you or Castiel? I missed both of you, like crazy.”

“Ha, I missed you too, you little fire witchling.” Chuckled Sam, hugging your frame tighter as you tighten your grip of his big build of a moose.

“I missed you, child. We all did.” Looking up at the sound of Castiel, you could recognize his puppy-like face, with his lovely blue eyes. He smiled his toothy grin and you returned the same toothy smile.

“It’s great to see all of you, it really is. I want to show you guys something.” You beamed vividly, grabbing the hands of Sam and Castiel as Dean followed, towards the pack, who were watching silently with your parents as you had a hug fest with the guys, with small friendly grins to walk over to you. “This is the pack or the bestest friends ever.”

The eyes of both the pack and the guys met, while they presented each other with smiles and small talk. While your parents hugged the fellow men who they both have come to love and appreciate too. They are basically members of the (L/N) family.

“It’s really nice to meet you all. It really is, but unfortunately, we should get going now.” Sam said, checking the black watch on his wrist.

“Sad to say, but he’s right. It’s about time for Team Free Will to hit the road.” Admitted Dean as he downed a bottle of Corona given by your father.

“It’s been nice meeting you too, you better be treating our (Y/N) well while she’s away.” said Scott, with the face of kindness and protection while hugging your shoulders.

“Always, you do the same too, you hear me? Or it won’t be pretty.” Dean warned whilst Sam nudged him in the side, harshly, giving him the stink eye.

“Always. We promise.” Turning to your friends with a large smile on your face, you quickly grabbed their hands and brought all of them to a group hug. Oh boy… this is going to difficult.

You feel small tear drops rolling down your cheeks as you stood there with your friends hugging you out. The emotion within the embrace was utterly sincere and made you want to stay like that forever. Soon realizing that they were shedding some tears too, you tightened the hug even more.

“Good.” Dean nodded his head, knowing the love and trust held inside the group is true and pure. He trusted their words and was satisfied to have his witchling find friends with a connection of passion.

You smiled against the chest of Derek as all of you continued to hug each other, knowing that they have gained the trust of Dean. That means “less” over protective Dean. 

After seconds have passed, you released yourself from the hug and told them, “It’s time for me to go now.” They nodded, understanding that it is the time for you to leave for days, eventually months.

As you walked to your parents, Derek clutched all your suitcases of belongings towards Dean’s impala while you struck your parents with hugs and kisses and they did the same.

“I’ll miss you both, hope everything goes well while I’m gone.”

“Us too sweetheart. I know the hazards Dean and Sam go through every day but I know you can control your powers and use them to their full extent so please keep safe, please!”

“I’ll try mother, I promise.”

“Good, now you wouldn’t want to leave the trio waiting for you, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course not. I better get going then. Remember, I love you both. Farewell for now. Goodbye!!!” You waved them goodbye with a little smile while trotting to the black impala.

Inching closer and closer towards the car, you feel your heart pounding faster and faster, feeling a small moment of guilt for leaving your family and the pack behind for months and months until you are ready to take your life in Beacon full on.

But it’s got to happen for your own sake.

“I’m ready to go now.” You said with a pursed grin, bobbing your head a little, indicating you’re ready to briefly push everything to a small corner of your soul. 

Dean nodded his head and took out his keys to open all the doors, “Okay, get in sweetheart.”

You opened the door to the old car and placed yourself in the backseat with Castiel as Sam called shotgun. Dean entered the driver’s seat after he closed the trunk with a loud bang. He started up the engine, fixed the rear view mirror, and turned around to face you with a small smile.

“How are you feeling kiddo?”


Overwhelmed would be the word to describe how you feel at the moment, with all these emotions flowing in at once. You were leaving your family behind, and it was hard for you, especially leaving your best friends. Even though you weren’t leaving them forever, it created a heavy weight on your poor little heart. But you gotta grow some bigger balls and suck it up. Gotta get ready for the life of dealing supernatural creatures 24/7.

“I feel great.”

It was true, very true, even if you’re feeling overwhelmed. Today is the day where you will drive away from this drama filled place and move on to adventure. 

It was the time. 

And you’re ready as you’ll ever be.

He smiled, “Good.”

You smiled back.

“Let's hit the road boys.”

A/N: Finally chapter three! after so long, here it is! I honestly think my writing in this series is cringy and shit, but since you like it a lot, I’m going to continue it with the best writing I can come up with. Chapter four is coming out in a few weeks, so wait for me, my love. Enjoy babes <3 xx

dogsanddigimon  asked:

Baby Ven won't go to sleep unless Gula sings to him. He really seems to like it when his papa sings love songs.

DIGI! 😍 I haven’t been legitimately active in so long (to which I owe you all an apology; and I assure you I am back in action now!) and this is what I come back to! You are the best, this is the best!