wait almost forgot to post this one~


Like a lot of girls, I was not able to get Sebastian as I had hoped I would. But, I am going to do a special early shoutout to my favorite Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler imagine blogs on Tum-Tum. They also do headcanons, scenarios, and match ups. My favorite. =)

@fandomsimaginationstation - I have read a few of their posts, and I have to say they are very gifted. Please show them some love.

@sharingan-rasengan-chidori - I love her writing. She also does Sherlock Homes, Death Note, Bleach, Naruto, Red Dwarf, Harry Potter, Game of Thrones, Ghost Hunt, Criminal Minds, and more. Check her out. You won’t regret it. Out of the blogs I have listed here, I am closer to her since I have been talking with her like a friend.

@bishesreactions - I really love this blog. Please check her out. You will love her writing. She is also deadxxxmoon. She is on here, I promise you. =) She doesn’t do match ups, but she is still a very entertaining writer.

@kuroshitsuji-scenarios - You will love Nadia’s work. I love her portrayal of Sebastian, and her non-imagine works are enriching to read. You can take me word for it. =)

@blackbutlerscenarios - This blog hasn’t been active in a while, but they still have a good blog to go through while you wait for them to come back.

@black-butler-imagines - This blog doesn’t do match ups, and just like the last one, they have not been active in a while. But they have good imagine posts to read through to pass the times. I would know. I have almost read through all of them. =D

@iamsimplyonehellofawriter - I forgot about this one. They give very accurate character portrayals in their posts. You will find it very refreshing from most imagine blogs. =) —– March 20 is Positivity Day for the Black Butler community. I decided to do this part of the young tradition early since a certain someone was feeling down. Hope you feel better! =D
High School Band AU: Chapter One

Here it is! I almost forgot this was ready, just waiting to be posted. Hope you like it!

“Well, that was disappointing…”

“You’re being too polite. That was awful.”

“I knew holding auditions would be stupid. You made me waste the whole week on this.”

“One week that you couldn’t skip class to jerk off to whatever weird shit you’re into, Saeran…”

“Shut up before I’ll break this pretty face of yours, Zen.”

“Ah, come on guys, let’s not fight right now, we have bigger problems right now?”

“Yoosung is right, nobody met our expectations, we still don’t have a vocalist and the festival is in less than a month…”

“Can’t we really ask Rika to come back? “

“I talked to V about this. She’s still recovering.”

“From what? From her diva tantrum?”

“Saeran, don’t even start, please…”

“No, fuck that! Is she still sensitive because she realized she’s not that perfect and she doesn’t have her boyfriend to cover up for her anymore? Come on, I can’t be the only one thinking about this! Saeyoung, some help here?”

“Oh, I don’t have a vote here, I’m just the DJ, or at least that’s what she said…”

“I’ll take that as a help. See? That girl has a major diva complex!”

“Saeran, don’t talk about my cousin like that, please.”

Okay, you’re pretty sure by now you shouldn’t be listening to this conversation. What were you even thinking? Coming here was a stupid idea, entering by the wrong door was a stupid idea, even considering this audition was stupid! Mental note: never let yourself be hypnotized by a pair of dreamy eyes! That is how you mother got pregnant, right? You giggle, your mom is pretty funny when she’s not running away to follow her frustrated dreams from her teenage days…

“Guys? I found one more!” you’re taken aback by this redhead guy pointing to you behind the curtains. Shit! “Aren’t you a little late?” he asks playfully.

“I… got lost.” You say, trying to avoid his gaze. “Anyway, I’m going now…” you try to turn your back on him, but he grabs your hand and leads you to the stage. “W-wait, I… I don’t…”

“Don’t be shy! Hey, guys, look what I found!” he points at you in a exaggerated way. Did he really just call you a “what”?

You find six pairs of eyes staring at you. Five guys and one girl look at you curiously, as if you were some kind of alien or something.

“What’s your name?” the brunette one asks without any expression in his face or voice.

“Hum… MC.”

“Okay, hum MC, what are you going to sing?” the brunette puts his pen on a paper waiting for your answer. He’s… scary, he looks like a teacher.

“I… I, okay, this was a misunderstanding. I was… I was trying to find the magician club.” Is there a magician club? Shit! Why can’t you even lie properly right now?

“The magician club has meetings on Wednesdays.” The blond one states and smiles sweetly, oh… maybe this one is nicer.

“Don’t act like the magician club is cool, Yoosung.” The silver haired one scoffs, gaining a glare from the blond one. “Are you lost, sweetie? Maybe I can help you…” oh, wait! This one you actually know, he was in the musical theater club too, what was his name again?

“Ugh, there he goes again…” this other redhead groans and mutters, giving quick annoyed glances to you. Oh… so this one next to you and that one are twins, okay.

“Yes, Zen. Let’s focus. What are you going to sing?” the girl finally says something, she looks more patient than the brunette one, but she is also pretty intimidating, and her haircut is cool!

“I… am not going to sing. This was a mistake. I should get going…”

“Are you scared? Don’t be! We won’t bite… well, maybe I will, but that can wait…” the redhead with glasses wiggles his eyebrows looking at you. “Haha, I’m just joking! You should see your face right now…”

“I’m not scared and I’m going! Sorry for taking your time, this was a misunderstanding.”

“You’re already here, why don’t you sing?” the brunette says, looking at you, you can see a little annoyance on his features.

“I… I can’t sing. I don’t know how.”

“Yes, you do! I know you! You were on the musical theater club! I remember you, quiet weird girl sitting in the back just doing backing vocal… do you remember me?” how could you forget Zen and his brutal honesty?

“I do…”

“So you can sing!” the blond one says and everybody stares at you again… that was stupid! That was so fucking stupid of you!

“I can, but I… I… look, this was stupid, okay?”

“Yeah, no shit!” the redhead without glasses scoffs.

“Excuse me?” you ask, did he interrupt you to make fun of you?

“You were hiding, listening to our conversation, then pretends you’re all innocent and shy when we catch you and keep lying to us even when we already know you’re lying! Come on, this is very stupid.”

“I agree with Saeran. This already took too much of our time.” The brunette one says, everybody look at him surprised and nod. Oh, you get it, he’s the leader, and the redhead there is pissing you off!

“So, if you’re not going to sing because you’re a scared little girl, just go away already!”

“I’m not scared! And you’re really rude, dude! Go get laid and release all this puberty stress!” oh no, you didn’t! Everybody looks at… what’s his name? Saeran, right? But you look to the other twin still by your side.

“I tell him the same every day, can you believe?” he says to you, smiling.

“SHUT UP!” oh… he’s… red, he’s blushing. You broke the little punk wannabe! Okay… this satisfied you more that you would care to admit.

“Then, if you’re not scared, will you sing or do we have to waste more time?” the brunette is the only one who didn’t show any reaction to your little argue with Saeran.

“Why do you keep talking about time? Do you have somewhere to go?” you ask. Jesus! You won one, you can’t be risking yourself like this.

“We’re still waiting for you to sing.” See? You knew you wouldn’t win twice on this.

“Fair enough. I’ll make you forget the place you had to be.” You just hear some uhhhs from Zen and the nice redhead, and the brunette smirks at you:

“Let’s see what you got.” Is that a challenge? Interesting…

“I should… get out of here. This is about to catch fire.” The redhead jumps out of the stage.

“Hi. My name is MC and I’ll be singing ‘I’m the Greatest Star’ from the musical Funny Girl.”

“This isn’t a musical theater audition…” the brunette is still smirking.

“Nobody said what kind of music I should sing. Does anyone here oppose to me singing this one?”  everybody nodded negatively, you noticed the girl looked a little excited, did she like the song or was she happy to see the band’s leader losing his control over them?

“Very well, so I won’t oppose either. Let’s hear it! Do you need any support? Yoosung can play the piano or Saeyoung can give you a base.”

“I’ll sing acapella.” Since you already made tons of stupid decisions, why not add one more?

“Do as you please. Saeyoung, the lights.” So the nice redhead’s name is Saeyoung, and he promptly lights up the stage, you feel a shiver as you can’t see any of their faces right now…

“Whenever you’re ready, sweetheart!” that’s Zen’s voice, you notice how excited he is.

You close your eyes, take a deep breath… and your voice come out.

“I got 36 expressions, sweet as pie to tough as leather, and that’s six expressions more than all those… Baltimore’s put together… Instead of just kicking me, why don’t they give me a lift? It must be a plot! Cause they’re scared that I got… such a gift? Well, I’ll nift!”

The thing about this song is that she has a lot of variations disguised as this little humor gimmicks, so… yeah, it wasn’t the greatest choice to an audition for a band, but hey! You’re having fun! Yes, this is fun, this is… natural, somehow. And the fact you can’t see their faces make you feel like it’s just you against the lights in the whole world.

Zen is smirking, as if he knew about this hidden treasure before all of them. Yeah, he just refuted the fact you couldn’t sing because he knew, he can trace talent even if it’s hidden behind a secondary role on a musical theater play. And as soon as you stepped in that stage, he knew exactly who they were about to deal with… well, at least musically, he had no idea that quiet girl could be that…spirituous. Confronting Jumin like that was bold, and he likes bold girls…

Yoosung is hypnotized. You look and sing like an angel, it’s so different from Rika, but the sweetness and this expressiveness are the same. Also, you look a little intimidating at first, but he’s pretty sure you’re very sweet and nice, he noticed this at the moment you smiled at him and the little fact about the magician club. Also, nobody that sings like that can be less than adorable, yes, h barely knows you, he already adores you.

If this was a cartoon, Jaehee’s eyes would have dollar signs in it. You sing well, you have a cute face… maybe they can sell tickets or get some gigs with you and finally make some profit out of this… hobby. Also, she loves Funny Girl, what an interesting choice… you’re… interesting. She’s curious about you, and she rarely gets curious…

Saeyoung is smiling, he was rooting for you the minute he found you backstage. He can’t explain, he just… liked you, he wanted to know what you were up to. Was that whole scene part of your number? You’re such a drama queen, he loves it! Yes, he’s already thinking about the costumes he can put on you, you will look so cool and cute… also, you made his brother blush, you’re already his favorite person in the world. Even if you don’t join the band, he wants to hang out with you…

Saeran was mad. You were so sassy, he doesn’t like sassy girls, he was rooting for you to sing really bad, but… what the fuck? You are actually great!? Ugh… just remembering the way you defied him make his blood boil. Stupid little talented  bitch… and you’re cute too? UGHHHH, you’re trouble, aren’t you? You’re making him feel troubled.

Jumin is still smirking, he just needed this confirmation on something he knew from the moment you confronted him: it was you. It had to be you, no one else. “ So this is the girl V warned me about, interesting…”

Prologue | Chapter Two    

How Karasuma Probably Proposed to Irina
  • *walking home from work one day*
  • Karasuma: Oh right, I almost forgot. I need to tell you something.
  • Irina: What is it?
  • Karasuma: *takes a ring from his coat pocket* Want to marry me?
  • Irina: Wait, WHAT?!
  • Karasuma: *pulls his hand back* If you don’t, I’ll just throw this ring away…
  • Karasuma: Okay. *tosses ring to Irina* Anyhow, the Ministry has been seeing a rise of dangerous activity in Russia…
  • Irina: *dying*
I’m Not Ill pt.2 (k.th asylum!au)

//Trigger Warning and Disclaimer: mentions of mental illnesses, physical abuse, and light mentions of death. Any medical brands used are of pure fiction //

Summary: Taehyung shows you a room Jackson forgot to mention.

Words: 3 500+

You came back the next day. You didn’t get much sleep since you spent the night wondering about Taehyung. You even kept Namjoon up with you, talking to him on the phone. He knew Taehyung, but refused to talk about him. 

“Listen, Y/N. He’s really… intense. Hard to read. Whatever you call it. I’m pretty sure he’s nice. I mean, I haven’t met him yet, but from what you’ve told me, he seems like a decent guy. He just needs to recover. Uhm, get well and all that.” Namjoon told you. He hadn’t had any sleep for the past few days, and you weren’t helping. 

“But Joonie” you whined. “What did he do? Why are you all keeping secrets from me?”

“Aish, you’re so stubborn. I swear, you’ll be allowed to see the patient files after a few days. You just need to get used to your job first. Tend the patients. And remember that their history doesn’t define who they are right now. They’re getting better, okay? They’re healing.” Namjoon said, yawning at the end. 

You bit your lip, thinking about what he said. You thought about Hoseok and Yoongi, how they seemed to have nothing wrong with them. You thought about Jungkook, how he kept pacing around, as if someone’s going to pounce on him anytime. And lastly, Taehyung. His bubbly personality. His boxy smile. How he acted roughly against the guards, and vice versa. 

You could hear Namjoon continuously yawning at the other end, and decided to let him have his sleep. “Okay, Joonie. I trust you on this one.” you say before hanging up.

“Y/N!” Jackson called after you somewhere in the lounge. The first task they gave you was to man the front desk, and you have been doing that for about an hour and a half now. Luckily, it wasn’t a busy day, and no one visited yet. Which was sad, since you were sure the patients there had at least one relative who cared.

Thrilled to finally do something different for once, you rushed over to Jackson, leaving the counter to a co-worker whose name you’ve known to be Lisa. You were starting to warm up to the staff. Well, mostly to those within your age group, but that’s still a start. 

You walk over to Jackson, seeing Taehyung next to him. They were on the couch, and you noted the absence of Yoongi. Hoseok sat on the same table he was in when you met, Jungkook beside him. Even the mysterious girl wasn’t in her corner.

“Hey, Taehyung wants to hang out with you today.” Taehyung gave you a shy smile. Compared to yesterday, he looked more calm now. You smiled back at him. “Well, I want to hang out with Taehyung too.” you say as Jackson gets up. You took his place and sat beside Taehyung. 

“I’m really sorry about yesterday. Did I freak you out? I’m sorry if I freaked you out.” he rambled, eyes widening, worry evident in his features. He started nibbling on his lip. You were surprised by his sudden shift in attitude. 

You patted his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Taehyung. You didn’t freak me out.” The familiar grin crept back on his face in an instant. He threw your arms around you, crushing you with a hug. 

“Ah, I knew you’d understand. And call me Tae instead. Or TaeTae. Or whatever you want to call me. We’re friends now right? Wah, I’m so happy.” He squeezed you, and your eyes almost popped out. You chuckled lightly with him, patting his back. “Okay, Tae. Just uh, loosen up the hug a bit please.”

He obliged, looking up at you, his smile never leaving his face. “What do you want to do?” he cocked his head to the side. You haven’t really thought about that. You didn’t want to play Word Search, and you weren’t too sure if they had board games, much less if that’s allowed. You didn’t want to disturb Hoseok who was trying to get Jungkook to stop chewing his sleeve. 

“Oh, I know! We can go to the garden.” Taehyung got up, dragging you with him. “We have a garden?” you asked. Jackson didn’t mention anything about having a garden. Taehyung nodded vigorously. He dragged you up the second floor, and led you to a room with a ‘Come Inside for Fun’ sign. The sign itself didn’t look official, just half a folder with the words scribbled on using marker and crayon.

Jackson had a lot of explaining to do. Maybe you just missed the room, but he did say that the first five were vacant. But you trusted Taehyung enough to not harm you. Namjoon’s words rang in your ears. 

“Their history doesn’t define who they are right now.”

“Yeah, we have a garden. I made it myself! Well, Bwi helped me, even though V was opposed to it but…” he trailed on, whispering the last part. Before you could ask any questions, he spoke up again. “Do you like it?” 

You looked around the room, your jaw dropping in awe. All signs of it being part of a mental hospital vanished, except for a sign at the side that said: ‘Play nice’. But aside from that, everything else looked more colorful. About half the room was full of drawings. 

The walls were stuck with bond paper showing different plants, mostly flowers. Some small post-its hung from the ceiling with glue. Some had short messages on them, others having more drawings. Different colored beanbags were on the floor, and there were two light pink tables on either side of the room. Each one had a cup of crayons and markers. Next to one, was a filing cabinet covered in stickers. 

“Taehyung… you did all this?” you asked, still in awe. “Most of them. Bwi helped me, and so did Jungkook, and Hobi, and I even got Yoongi-hyung to write on some of the post-its.” he beamed. You smiled widely at him. “Tae, it’s beautiful.” You smiled, truly meaning it. It was a pleasant change after seeing boring white walls all day. 

He jumped on one of the beanbags. “Wanna add more plants? I can help you make one. I’d be honored if you added to our garden.” he looked like such an energetic puppy, always looking at you as if you descended from heaven itself. “Sure.” you just felt like smiling all day. 

Suddenly, Taehyung jumped up again. “I almost forgot. Wait here.” he said, running out the door. Gingerly, you stood up again. You went to one of the walls to take a closer look at the drawings. 

They were messy, but the different colors used made it look vibrant. You could compare it to a child’s work, but that just made it more adorable.You noticed some names signed on the corner of each one. Most were Taehyung’s. The more organized drawings had Jungkook’s name on it. You saw some of Hoseok’s too, his style similar to Taehyung’s. This place just kept on surprising you. Still, you noticed an unfamiliar name, the recurring ‘Bwi’. You wanted to ask Taehyung about that, but decided to keep your questions for another time. Again, following Namjoon’s advice.

“I’m back!” Taehyung burst in, tackling you with another hug. “I brought this. It’s where I get my plants.” he gently nudged a book at you. ‘Botany: Exploring the Wonders of Nature’. If it weren’t for Taehyung, you would’ve rolled your eyes. This book brought back bad flashbacks of your science class in high school, But despite that, you took it and scanned over the pages. 

The book was rather personalized. Some of the pages had been written over with blue crayon, and most, if not, all, of the illustrations were colored in. It made you like it a hundred times more. “We found that a few months ago. I was super bored, and I had nothing to do, so I decided to make my own garden. Jackson helped us put this up.” he gestured to the whole room. So Jackson did forget to mention this.

“Anyway, just flip through the book, and tell me if you like something. Or go invent your own. You can do anything you want. I’m so glad you’re here with me Y/N!” he grabbed your hand and swayed it around, while your other hand balanced the book. “Tae, can you help me choose? They’re all really beautiful, and since you’re more experienced, I need your guidance.”

He nodded, plopping down on the floor and pulling you with him. You landed on his side, giggling. You held him upright and opened the book in front of you. Taehyung started flipping through the pages, skipping over most of the herbs and leaves. “Oh, how about this?” he pointed to a small drawing, colored over with red and black. 

“Poppy flowers?”

“Yeah! They’re really cute, we like them so much. Do you know that painting by… aish, what was his name? Van- something.”

“Van Gogh?” 

His eyes lit up at the name. “Yes! I love that! Bwi does too.” He ran his thumb over the paper and looked at you. “Well, let’s get to it then.” You couldn’t think of any reason why he was in the eighteenth room. He just seemed like a harmless child.

You decided to color on the floor. The cup of crayons was in the middle, and you were each working on your own paper. You kept passing awkward side-glances back and forth, and Taehyung just looked so cute while he colored. He even frequently peeked at your drawing, checking if you needed help.

His tongue stuck out a bit on the side. One of his legs was stretched away from you, and his head was tilted. Then, he jerked his head towards your direction. His action surprised you, and you quickly looked back at your paper. “Y/N-ah, we’re so happy! Thanks so much. Also, uh, why don’t you add more stems? And let’s add a bit of yellow!”

He moved closer to you, your shoulders touching. You colored in silence, with Taehyung occasionally saying ‘Jjang!’ and ‘Wah!’. You laughed at his silliness, and as he was scribbling in a yellow poppy, you couldn’t help but ask. 

“Tae, who’s Bwi?”

You haven’t seen all the people in the ward, and you were sure Jackson wouldn’t forget to mention a patient. So you though maybe Bwi was a nickname he gave to a nurse or to a friend. “He’s my friend. Along with V, but V doesn’t like it when I talk to other people.” he ended with a frown. 

“What? Why not?” He just confused you more. You were right about the friend part, but you haven’t seen Taehyung hanging out with anyone else aside from Jungkook or Yoongi. He just shrugged. 

“It’s done!” he said, cutting off your thoughts. He looked over at your drawing. “You’re also done?” You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. He stood up, both drawings in his hand. 

“Ah, our magnum opus, or something like that. Whatever that spider said in that one book.” he got some tape and put it on the paper. He handed your drawing to you and held his own. “Something tells me you like reading books, huh?” you grinned at him. You slowly walked by the walls, finding a spot to put your ‘plant’ on. He pointed to the center of the wall.

“Over here?” you asked. You moved over to the spot and stuck your drawing there. He then proceeded to put his beside yours. “It’s really pretty! Oh, and to answer your question, no, I don’t read. But Jungkook does. He reads to me sometimes when we’re bored.” he stood in front of you rubbing his hands together. You took his hands into yours. 

“Hey, thanks for bringing me here. I really appreciate it.” he nodded again, the boxy smile on his face. “We can always go here. You’re always welcome. And we can even drag Jungkook in here too. He’s really shy though, and it might take a while before he warms up to you, but still. You have me though!”

“Taehyung?” Yoongi stood at the doorway, squinting his eyes. He gave you a blank look and turned to Taehyung. “Hey, I need to borrow you from-”

“Y/N! This is Y/N.” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “She’s my new friend, and she’s really nice-”

“Yes, you’ve been talking about her since last night. She looks really nice.” Yoongi rolled his eyes and grabbed Taehyung’s wrist gently. “It’s uh, meds time.” 

Taehyung made a face, and it showed nothing but pure disgust. “But I don’t want to. They can’t make me!” he pouted, crossing his arms. He looked at the floor, avoiding the older boy’s gaze. “Tae, you need to.” he said firmly. Yoongi looked at you, silently pleading for help.

“Hey, I’ll be there. I’ll accompany you.” you said in your most soothing voice. He loosened his arms a bit, but the pout was still on his face. You took his arm and slowly led him out the room. Yoongi followed behind you, his hand on Taehyung’s back. “You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Y/N now, would you?” you heard Yoongi whisper. Taehyung weakly shook his head. 

“Kim Taehyung?” a nurse approached you. He seemed snobbish, a bored look on his face. Behind him was a cart, full of medicines and bottles of water. He held a clipboard and he was checking something off the list. Taehyung still had that look on his face. He wanted to be anywhere else but there. Medicine time was the worst for him.

“Venlaflamine, Sertione, wow, it’s a miracle that you’re here.” the nurse sneered. He took out two pills and a water bottle, and handed them to Taehyung. Taehyung just stared at it. His hands were on his sides, and he didn’t look like he was going to move any time soon. “Just take it, psycho.” The nurse hissed and shoved the bottle at him. He turned around, dragging the cart with him. 

“How about you get some manners, you-” Yoongi cut you off by placing his hand on your shoulder. “They won’t treat you any different just because you work here.” 

Just like what Jackson said. You truly hated this place, and if it weren’t for the patients, you would’ve left already. But seeing Taehyung so excited about his garden, hearing about his bond with Jungkook, and seeing how Yoongi cared for him was enough to make you stay. 

“Y/N? Mrs. Kim wants to talk to you.” You looked over to the end of the corridor, where Jackson was. “Go.” Yoongi said. “I’ll take care of Taehyung.” You took one last glance at him. He gave you a small smile and hugged you again. “See me more, okay?” he whispered softly.

With that, Yoongi led him to the lounge, while you went with Jackson to the ‘Employees Only’ room. “Is she mad or something?” you asked nervously. It was just your second day, so you couldn’t really have screwed anything up yet. And even though you were new to everything, you though you did pretty good so far. You even fixed some of the notes and papers on the front desk a while ago. 

“Good to see you, Y/N.” Mrs. Kim said. She signaled for Jackson to leave the room, shutting the door behind him. She motioned towards the seat opposite her, and you sat down. “Excuse me, did I do something wrong?” You began to fiddle with your thumbs, hoping to give you ease. 

“No, you’re doing quite well actually. It’s just that, some nurses have seen spending time with Taehyung earlier. I was also surprised, especially when he brought you to that room. Usually, only the patients enter there, and he didn’t let nurses in, unless he needed Jackson to fix something. I think it’s safe to say that he grew an attachment to you.” Mrs. Kim peered at you over her glasses. After a while of silence, you mustered up the courage to speak.

“Sorry for asking, but why is that concerning?”

“Ms. Y/L/N, you are aware that he’s in the eighteenth room, right?” you nodded.

“Good. Just remember that he was put there for a reason. And since we’re on the topic, I think it’s acceptable to disclose some of his information to you. Y/N, he has Dissociative Identity Disorder, and even some traces of Schizophrenia. Do you know how dangerous people like him could be?”

“He doesn’t look dangerous. In fact, he’s probably the most harmless person here.” you protested.

“No.” Mrs. Kim snapped. She didn’t raise her voice, but coldness was laced within her tone. “You’ll be shown his records in a few days, but until then, I advice you to be cautious around him. We never know what he could do.”

“If he’s dangerous, then why is he allowed to roam around?”

“There’s always guards for safety precautions. We don’t want to aggravate him more by locking him in his room.” With that, she nodded at you and stood up. “I really hope you consider my words.” She walked out the door, leaving you in your seat. 

You still didn’t get it. You didn’t get a lot of things for that matter. This hospital was just so secretive, and in the little time you’ve spent here, a million questions has already piled up. Someone walked in the room again, and you looked up to see that it was Jackson.

“Hey, it’s about Taehyung, isn’t it?” he asked you, brows furrowing in concern. You nodded, not really finding the will to talk. Your little discussion with Mrs. Kim had drained you mentally, and you didn’t want to hear people talk bad about Taehyung anymore. Not after seeing the state he was in. 

“I don’t fully agree with her. Personally, I think Taehyung is nice and everything, and I hate how they look at him like a walking time-bomb. But we still have to keep in mind that he’s sick, okay?” You understood his point, and you want nothing more but to help your new friend. You just didn’t know how, not with the other nurses and staff trying to pry you away from him.

“How long has he been here?” Your voice was low, soft enough that you weren’t even sure if Jackson heard you. “From what they told me, a few years.” he replied. 

A few years?!’ you thought. “And he never got better?” 

“He has some issues with the medication. And they said he often relapsed. But I think he’s going to. He will. Especially with you here. Let’s just take everything slow. I don’t want to rush him. Poor guy’s been through a lot.” you looked at him, hoping that he’d elaborate what he said, only to get a long stare in response. You sighed and got up. “I’m going to check on him.” you said, leaving Jackson behind.

You went to the lounge, but Taehyung and Yoongi weren’t there anymore. The only person to be seen was Hoseok, who was dozing off in his chair. You looked around the room, trying to find anything they might’ve left behind. Then you heard a loud smack and a startled yell. You whipped your head around to find Hoseok, awake and rubbing his head. 

“Hi.” he said sheepishly as soon as he saw you. “I fell asleep for a little while.” You gave him a small smile. “Yes, I’ve noticed. Have you, by any chance, seen Tae?”

He gave you a confused look. then yawned. “Well, they went up a while ago. Yoongi wanted to tell you that Tae needed rest, and you didn’t have to go after them.” he explained.

“Oh, well thanks for telling me.” You couldn’t help but feel a bit down. You hoped that you could talk to Taehyung more, and heck even Yoongi, just to find out what they’re actually like. “I’d also like to thank you. Thanks for spending time with him. It really means a lot. All he’s ever received was pain from these bastards.” Hoseok’s voice broke through again. 

“It’s my pleasure.” You didn’t want to imagine anyone hurting Taehyung. And based on the spite in Hoseok’s statement, you knew that you weren’t the only one who hated the place. 

                                  ‘But why wouldn’t they speak up?’ 

Speak up to who? No one would believe them. In the eyes of everyone else, they were nothing but lost causes trying to fix their broken selves. But you weren’t going to accept that. You found the reason why you were here, and it wasn’t because of family favors or money. You just wanted to cure Taehyung.

In the midst of thinking, you accidentally hit a waste basket. You scrunched your nose, starting to feel throbbing on your lower leg. You took the basket and moved it to the side, but not before catching a glimpse of a half-full water bottle, two familiar pills floating inside.

The signs as messages i’ve sent to my best friends

Aries: when we are told to vote for them can i just send in a blank sheet?

Taurus: I can actually cry kit kat is so yummy, you know i take my damn food seriously i almost cried last year bc i forgot to bring lunch

Gemini: i just read this post about yoonseok and no im not crying you are

Cancer: Send me some hearties, i’m upset.

Leo: how the hell did you get so many followers congraTULATIONS YOU LITTLE SHIT

Virgo: idk about the rest of the video i just remember them screaming a lot

Libra: wait what was i going to say???


Sagittarius:  im running out of clothes to wear honestly lmao

Capricorn: i get tired really quickly nowadays especially when it’s loud

Aquarius: don’t you think hoseok would make such a great uncle???

Pisces: One heart is not enough but it’s from you so it’s okay

scarletsaphire  asked:

And good GTLive blogs you would recommend? You're the only one I'm currently following and that is not enough content for my dash. Not that your content isn't great. Trust me. It is.

Oh wow! Hmm, lemme think! Try @gtliveforlife, @gtliveaesthetics, @gtlive-fandom, @mostleemorethansmut, @nerdygirlmaria, and @forevfangirlwrites to name a few! I’m sure I’m missing a ton, so if anyone posts gtlive content feel free to like/reblog this post so the anon can check you out!

Edit: WAIT I FORGOT @larksweetsong shame on me! Her fanfics are wonderful (check her on wattpad!)

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo about my Fallout 4 YouTube thing… NO WORRIES It is still happening however I’m leaving for most of the summer on short notice so it will instead begin June, 26, 2017 Eastern Standard time… and I think that’s it… yup pretty sure that’s it… gimme a sec checking notes…………………………………………………………… yup that’s it. Oh wait no almost forgot I will be posting the words male and female later tonight and before anyone gets herky jerky about it calling me out as something it’s just so that you all can vote on what character gender I choose for the playthrough so whichever post has more Notes by June, 25, 2017 at 11:00pm eastern standard time will be the one I choose. Now I think it’s all over… yup… you can stop reading now… any time pal… wow if your still reading this you must be expecting some really ingesting and cool news… you still reading? Cause now it’s over… Buh bye… seriously stop reading… nothing interesting is happening… go make a sandwich, read a book or sleep just don’t keep reading this post.

anonymous asked:

You forgot the almost between, eat and everything. Because I dont think they eat themselves.

In the previous ask… did you notice that in one frame Xans tail was missing/ripped off? = )

wait here the frame anyways:

= )))

They also can, but it wouldn’t be the smartest thing ta do, haha

meaganl124 replied to your post: I saw Anastasia tonight. Let me tell you…

How does it feel to actually get to be one of the people who gets past the stagedoor security and inside to see people ��

meaganl124  Well, Derek actually forgot to put us on the list, so I almost didn’t get past security, haha.    But my friend texted him and then the guard let us in.  We were waiting just inside the door and Derek peeks his head over and goes “Ryan!  I am so sorry man…” but it was fine, cuz I introduced myself and he gave me a huge hug and then took us onto the stage where we chatted for like, 20 minutes.

He is THE NICEST FUCKING DUDE you will ever want to meet.  The only thing wrong with him is absolutely nothing.


Catching up on some responses to the last progress report, all in one go: 

@loveinkind thanks! and yeah, this project has not been kind to appetites lol. tabs of food open in Chrome… kills me :P 

@mrsgabrieltrickster yay! (and thanks for tagging me in that first post… this has been fun, and i can’t wait until they’re moveable!) 

@elnawen freckles! omg! i forgot the freckles! *picks up tablet pen* this is easily fixed! Crowley’s almost done now, too, so i’ll have updates sooooon. 

@sassy-pistachy i really like your churro!Sam :) the main reason i switched to another bacon was i just don’t have enough topology game to get the churro mesh smooth enough after adding the face. well, and when it had sauce/hair, the 3d model looked a little weird/phallic, silhouette-wise. but! Sam can a sugary-sweet treat, too. definitely :D 

Why Can’t you See?

Request: Hi! I love your blog! It’s just so good! Notifs are always on so I can read your amazing stories! Would you be able to do one where the reader and Dean have to act like a couple for a hunt and this act was all fake but the reader secretly has a crush on Dean and he doesn’t know it? And you can add fluff or whatever you want, you seem to know what to put to make it good :D


Warnings: violence, blood, swearing, fluff

Word Count: 5127

A/N: Ahh I finally got a story out! Okay, I hope you guys like it! Feedback is always welcomed. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to post a lot but I have so much in the works and should be posting more very soon!

    You sat in the motel room, waiting for Dean and Sam to come back from the police department. You tried doing some research, but since you guys had next to nothing to go off on, you couldn’t do much research. Instead, you decided to catch up on some much needed sleep.

    You took out one of Dean’s shirts since you forgot your bag in the impala. You put it on and got into one of the two beds that was in the room. You wrapped the blanket around yourself and almost instantly when your head hit the pillow, you were out.


    Sam and Dean opened the motel door. The boys looked at your sleeping figure. “Wow, all that research must be getting to her.” Sam joked. Dean shook his head with a laugh.

    Sam undid his tie as he watched Dean walk over to you. Dean slapped your butt and you awoke with a start. “Seriously?!” You yelled, sitting up on the bed. Dean laughed and took off his suit jacket. You sighed and wrapped the blanket tighter around you. “So, what did you guys find?” You asked.

    “Well, for starters, we think it’s a vengeful spirit.” Sam said, taking out his laptop and opening it. “Second, we’ve come to the conclusion that this specific spirit is targeting couples.” He explained.

    You looked over at Dean. “So, what’s the plan?” You asked. Sam gave you a smirk. “What?” You asked, completely oblivious.

    Dean laughed a bit. “We were thinking of going undercover.” He told you.

    You looked at the both of them. “I mean, I don’t know if people would buy you guys as a couple.” You explained.

    Sam choked on a laugh as Dean’s face went pale. “N-no. Not Sam and I.” Dean said.

    “Sam and I then?” You asked, looking at the younger brother for confirmation. When Sam shook his head you looked back at Dean. “You and I?” You asked.

    Dean nodded. “We need Sam to stay back so he can track us. Lord knows that I can’t do what he does for the life of me.” Dean explained.

    You sighed and laid down. “So, what are we going to do?” You asked.

    Dean smiled a bit. “Well, we’re going to a house that one of our hunter friends has set up and we’re going to act like we just moved in. We’re going to get rings and we’re going to act like a married couple.” He explained.

    You couldn’t help but bask in the fact that Dean was going to act like he was in love with you. You were extremely excited. “When do we start?” You asked, trying not to sound too eager.

    Dean couldn’t help but smile. “We’re getting the rings in the morning. By tomorrow afternoon we will be Mr. and Mrs. Winchester.” He told you.

    You laughed. “Well, that should be fun.” You joked. Dean looked a bit offended as Sam just started laughing.

    You yawned and closed your eyes. “How are you so tired? All you’ve been doing is sitting here.” Dean said.

    “I haven’t been sleeping lately, okay?” You snapped. Dean put his hands up in surrender. You sighed. “Wake me up in the morning when you’re ready to leave.” You said before snuggling further into the bed. Dean sighed and let you sleep.


    “Hey.” Dean shook you awake. You rolled over to see him kneeling on the ground. You groaned at him and tried to roll back over, but Dean grabbed you to keep you where you were. He smirked and reached into his pocket. Your heart sped up. “(Y/N), will you be my fake wife?” He asked holding up a ring.

    You couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course.” You said. He smiled and put the ring on your finger. It was a simple silver band with a heart shaped diamond in the middle. You smiled down at it. “Good choice.” You told him.

    He laughed. “I didn’t want anything flashy. I knew that wasn’t you.” He told you honestly. You nodded and stared down at the ring in awh. “Anyway, Sam bought us a new wardrobe to make it look like we are the movie perfect couple like the others. Yours is in the suitcase. I’ll leave you to get changed and pick you back up in twenty so we can head over to our “house”” He explained, doing air quotations with his fingers.

    “Alright.” You said, standing up out of the bed. Dean gave you a nod before leaving the room. You sighed and walked over to the suitcase. You opened it to reveal a whole wack of skirts and blouses and evening gowns. You practically rolled your eyes. “No jeans or plaid.” You huffed. You grabbed a pink blouse with a little black skirt and a pair of black flats. You put your hand up in a sock bun and then grabbed the suitcase. You opened the door just as Dean was about to knock. He looked you up and down. You couldn’t stop the heat from rushing to your cheeks. “I know. I look like a stuck up rich girl.” You said, looking down at yourself.

    Dean shook his head and looked you in your eyes. “No. You look amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in something other than jeans.” He joked. You laughed and took him in. He was wearing a nice pair of black pants with a knitted sweater overtop of a white shirt. You couldn’t help but laugh. That was something you never imagined Dean would wear. He sighed. “I know. I look ridiculous.”

    It was your turn to shake your head. “No, you look good. Just thought you’d never be caught dead in something like that. But hey, it suits you.” You told him before moving past him. He bit his lip and followed you to the impala. “So, do we have any information on the spirit?” You asked, putting your suitcase in the back of the car.

    “Sam’s trying to find anything about someone who was murdered near where the victims were killed.” He said while getting in the driver’s seat. You nodded and got in the passenger side. “Hopefully, it is a spirit, but we don’t have much to go on.” He explained as he started driving.

    You looked in the rearview mirror and fixed your hair a little. “Maybe we should check out the body to see if there’s any marks on it.” You offered.

    Dean shook his head. “Nope. We’re going to do normal couple stuff while Sam does all of that. He’ll let us know when he figures something out.” He explained. You huffed and sat back in the seat with your arms crossed. “Speaking of normal couple things, we have dinner party tonight.”

    “Is that was those evening gowns are for?” You asked. Dean only smiled. You sighed. “Dean, you guys know I don’t do dresses! Why did we have to do this?”

    Dean laughed. “Like I said, Sam is the one that needs to track us. Plus, I don’t want to pay someone to be my fake wife. Might as well just do it with you.” He explained. You laughed a bit.

    The impala pulled up to a little house with a white picket fence. You stared at it in awh. Dean smirked at your reaction. “There’s no way that we’re actually doing this.” You said, getting out of the car.

    Dean walked around to the trunk to grab the suitcases. You walked over to grab yours. He smiled up at you. “Are you ready, Mrs.Winchester?” He asked. You rolled your eyes and started walking to the front door.

    Dean fished out the keys from his pocket. He unlocked the door and you walked in, looking around. It was a typical family house. There were already fake photos of your wedding and you couldn’t help but laugh at how Sam photoshopped your faces. “This is ridiculous.” You said.  

    Dean laughed with you. “I know, but this is the only way that we can really sell it.” He explained. You shook your head and headed for the stairs. Dean followed while carrying both of your suitcases.

    You walked down the hall until you found the master bedroom. There was a huge bed in the middle of the room with a walk in closet beside it. There was already a whole bunch of shoes in there. “This is ridiculous.” You repeated.

    “Whatever. Now we have a couple hours before we have to be at the dinner. So, you better get started now.” He told you. “We both know that you’re going to need all the time you get.” He joked.

    You playfully punched him in the arm and laughed. “Whatever. You’re usually the one to take so long in the bathroom.” You said. He laughed and just pushed you towards your suitcase. You grabbed it and walked into the bathroom. You closed the door behind you as you looked around the bathroom.

    There was a whole bunch of makeup set up across the his and hers sinks. You rolled your eyes and looked at the walk in shower. You could see different shampoos, conditioners, and body washes in there. You couldn’t help but laugh at how prepared Dean’s hunter friend was.

    Then you turned around and saw a jacuzzi tub. You almost sighed in pleasure.


    Dean knocked on the bathroom door as he fixed the cuffs of his suit. “(Y/N)! Are you ready? The party starts in twenty minutes.” Dean called to you.

    “Just a second!” You called back. You finished your mascara quickly and took one last look in the mirror. You nodded at your reflection and opened the bathroom door. “Sorry. I wanted to look the part.” You told him. He stopped and looked you up and down. You were wearing a long red dress with a slit in the right leg. There were straps that tied behind your neck and the dress had a v cut that came low and really showed off your breasts. Dean’s eyes traveled to your eyes and a look of surprise was on his face. “What? Do I look that bad?” You asked, looking down at yourself.

    Dean immediately shook his head. “No!” He exclaimed. He smiled at you. “You look amazing. Absolutely beautiful. Sorry. I’ve just never seen you so dressed up before.” He admitted and you

swore you saw him blush a bit. He coughed. “Alright. Let’s go.” He grabbed his car keys and walked out of the room. You quickly grabbed your hand bag and ran out after him a best as you could in the heels you were wearing.

    You got in the passenger seat of the impala as Dean got in the driver’s seat. “So, what’s the game plan?” You asked.

    “Make everyone believe that you and I are married.” He said.

    You nodded. “I know that. But I mean, what’s the plan for tonight? Like, are there certain things we should be doing? Certain things- people- that we should be looking for?” You asked. Dean shook his head and smirked at your surprised expression. “Then, what’s the point of doing this?” You asked.

    “Every victim has been a couple. Our job is to make the thing that is killing these people want to kill us next.” He explained. He laughed a bit. “So just try your best to pretend that you actually like me tonight.” He told you.

    You laughed and looked out the window. “Won’t be too hard.” You whispered to yourself.

    A couple minutes later, Dean pulled up to a giant house. It was manison really. There was a fountain out front with gardens on either side of it and the house. You stared up at the house. There were two pillars on either side of the door and you counted at least twenty windows on the front of the house. “Dean, I feel like we shouldn’t be here.” You said getting an uneasy feeling in your stomach. “We should at least bring in some weapons with us.” You explained.

    Dean shook his head. “You can’t conceal a weapon in that dress. Besides, this is just a little party with a whole bunch of middle aged snobs. I doubt anything will happen.” He told you as he parked the car. He got out and hurried to your side to help you out.

    You got out and took a deep breath. You weren’t really good at acting which was why you never went with the brothers to interview anyone. You would blow your cover. Now, you were acting like married couple. How were you going to pull this off?

    Dean put his arm around your waist. “Hey, calm down, okay? Just take deep breaths. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. And I promise I won’t leave your side.” He told you. You nodded and started walking with him.

    Once inside, you clung to Dean. His arm stayed around your waist as you guys walked around the room. “Mr. Winchester!” A high pitched voice came from behind you. You turned around to see a women who looked to be in her late fifties. Her hair was starting to grey and the dress she wore a dress that was probably ten times more expensive than the most expensive thing you owned. “This must be your wife! See? I told you that dress would look amazing on her.” She told Dean. She smiled at me. “I’m Mrs. Rogers, but please, call me Karen.” She said.

    You forced a smile and felt Dean’s arm tighten around you. “This is my wife, (Y/N). She’s not good in big groups.” He explained. You gave him a thankful look.

    “Well, if you need some time alone, there’s a guest bedroom up the stairs and to the right.” She told you.

    Dean looked down at you. “Do you want to?” He asked with concern in his voice. You quickly shook your head and moved closer to him. Dean simply laughed and looked at Karen. “She’ll be perfectly fine with me.” Dean told her.

    She simply nodded. “Alright. Well, you two were the last to arrive so now we can finally serve dinner.” She said with a smile as she turned on her heals and lead you throughout the house until you reached a grand dining room. There were at least twenty other couples there. “Everyone! If you would please take your seats. Dinner is about to be served.” She announced.

    Everyone nodded and did as they were told. You sat beside Dean and beside and young man who couldn’t have been any older than twenty-five. Dean sat beside a woman who was clearly older than she lead on to be. You felt extremely awkward with this mixed bunch.


    “So, Dean, how did you and your wife meet?” Karen slurred her words a bit. She was on her fifth glass of wine and you wondered how she wasn’t already passed out on the floor.

    Dean laughed and took a sip from his second glass of wine. “Well, it was about ten years ago. I went to visit my brother at Stanford and wouldn’t you imagine that I got lost. So here I was, looking around helplessly in my leather jacket and jeans. You could tell that I was out of place. I managed to find a map to help me navigate, but I was too busy looking at it to see where I was going. I bumped right into her and I guess you could say the rest is history.” Dean explained.

    You rolled your eyes. “You left out the part where you broke my nose.” You said. The table burst out into laughter. You smiled a bit. “When he bumped into me I got caught on my feet and went spinning right into a pole. He didn’t leave me side until he knew I was okay. We exchanged numbers and now I guess you could say the rest is history.” You laughed.

    Dean smiled. “And that was the best day of my life.” He said, looking at you. You blushed and looked at him. “I love you.” He told you.

    You giggled like a little school girl. “I love you too.” You said. He grabbed your face and kissed you. You felt the heat rush up to your cheeks. His lips were as soft and delicious as you imagined.

    But just as quick as they were there, they were gone. You suddenly missed having his lips on yours. “Well, I think it is getting late. I better get the Mrs home.” Dean announced.

    Everyone agreed and started gathering their things. “Oh! (Y/N), you must join us for our painting class tomorrow afternoon.” Mrs. Rogers told you. You simply nodded.

    You and Dean were the first ones to leave. “Don’t you think the crowd Mrs. Rogers keeps is unnerving?” You asked Dean once you were in the safety of the impala.

    “I do, but let’s not jump to conclusions.” He said. He started the car and you yawned, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. WIthin minutes Dean was opening your door and lifting you up bridal style. You would have protested if you weren’t so tired. Dean laughed as you snuggled into his chest.

    He carried you upstairs and into the master bedroom. “Dean? Can you grab my pjs?” You asked as he laid you on the bed. He nodded and came back with a pair of pajama shorts and a tang top. You thanked him and took off your shoes so you could change. You tried to unzip your dress, but kept missing the zipper. Dean sighed and walked over to you to unzip it for you. “Thank you.” You giggled.

    Dean laughed as he helped you of your dress and into your pajamas. He then lifted you up and put you on the bed. He pulled the blanket up over your body. “Sleep well, sweetheart.” He said placing a kiss on your forehead.

    You closed your eyes and found sleep within minutes.


    You walked through the house with your flashlight in one hand and your gun in the other. You heard a noise at the end of the hall that made you jump slightly. You took a deep breath. It must be the vampire you were hunting. Dean had ordered you to stay at the car, but after ten minutes and he didn’t come back, you decided to go looking for him.

    A group of vampires had killed your family in front of you eyes and Dean knew how scared you got in front of them now. He always tried to protect you, but he always put himself in danger to do so. This was one of those times.

    You walked down the hall until you came to the last door. You opened it and the sight made your knees weak. Dean’s still body was laying in the middle of the room. Blood surrounded his body and was still pooling from his ripped throat. His glassy eyes were staring straight up at the ceiling.

    “No.” You whispered as tears fell down your face. “Dean, no, please. Wake up.” You said as you fell to your knees beside him. “Dean, please. I need you.” You cried to him.

    Suddenly, you were grabbed by your hair. You looked behind you to see a tall man with dark hair. His teeth were bared and you could see his fangs. You started screaming as he began to drag you backwards.

    “Dean! Dean! Please! Help me!” You screamed.

    “Wake up!” Dean’s voice snapped you out of your nightmare. You gasped and looked up at him with frantic eyes. He was alive. He looked as terrified as you felt, but he was alive and breathing. You couldn’t help but throw your arms around him. “You’re alright. I’m here.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around you.

    You stayed like that for a couple minutes. You never wanted the moment to end, but you knew you needed to let him get back to sleep. Slowly, you let Dean go. “I’m sorry to have woken you. It was just a nightmare.” You explained.

    Dean nodded. “I know. I get them too.” He said. He sighed and grabbed your face to inspect it. “Are you alright?” He asked.

    It was your turn to nod. “Yes, I’m fine.” You told him as you moved your head out of his hands. “I’m getting used to them. They come every other night.”

    “Jesus, (Y/N). Is that why you’ve been so tired recently?” He asked. You sighed and looked at your hands in your lap. Dean took a deep breath. “Next, tell me. I’m here to help you in any way that I can. Sammy will help you too.” He explained. You nodded. Dean sighed before standing up. “Well, I’ll see you in the morning.” He said as he started to walk away.

    “Wait!” You grabbed his hand to stop him. He turned to face you. “C-can you stay the night with me? Please? I feel safer with you around.” You told him sounding like a little kid but you didn’t care.

    Dean gave you a small smile. “Of course, sweetheart.” He said. He climbed under the covers beside you. You snuggled up to his side and her him chuckle. He kissed the top of your head. “Goodnight.” He whispered.

    “Goodnight.” You said. You closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.


    Dean had forced you to go to that painting class with Mrs. Rogers. He said that it would be good for you to do something normal. Dean practically dressed you himself and dropped you off at Mrs. Rogers. Mrs. Rogers drove to the art class and there you were. You were sitting beside Mrs. Rogers while painting a bowl of fruit.

    “So, the lady that was sitting across from you last night is having an affair with the man that was sitting next to you.” Mrs. Rogers whispered in your eye. You looked at her with wide eyes. She laughed. “Oh, there’s a lot more drama that happens.” She told you.

    “Really?” You asked, not believing that. She laughed and nodded. “Wow. So I guess this is what it’s like to have friends.” You muttered to yourself.

    Mrs. Rogers’s head snapped towards you. “You’ve never had friends?” She asked.

    You shook your head. “Dean and I have never really stayed in one place for long because of his job. We’re always moving around.” You told her.

    She nodded, understanding. “Why don’t you come over for some tea when we’re done? I would love to get to know you.” She told you.

    You couldn’t help but smile. “I would like that. Let me just call Dean and let him know.” You explained. She nodded and went back to painting. You put your paintbrush down and went out in the hall to call Dean.

    “Hey sweetheart, you done?” Dean asked you.

    “Uh, no. Mrs. Rogers invited me back to her house for tea. I thought it would be nice.” You explained to him.

    He sighed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t like the idea of you being alone with her.” He told you.

    You couldn’t help but laugh. “Wow, really? Cause you sure didn’t mind forcing me to go painting. Suddenly, when I want to do something normal it’s the end of the world.” You couldn’t help but get mad. You finally wanted to do something but he wasn’t having it.

    “That’s not what I’m aiming to make it seem.” He said. You could practically see him putting his head in his hands. “You said so yourself, she unnerves you.”

    You shook your head. “I said the company she keeps unnerves me. But it’s just going to be her and I. I’ll call you when I want to be picked up.” You quickly hung up before he could argue. You took a deep breath before going back into the room. “Where were we?”


    Mrs. Rogers came back into the living room with your third pot of tea. You smiled as she set it down. “Do you mind if I go to the bathroom?” You asked her politely.

    She laughed and nodded. “Of course dear! It’s up the stairs, third door on the left.” She told you. You smiled and followed her directions.

    Once you were done in there, you started heading back when a bang came from the other end of the hall. You looked down the stairs to see Mrs. Rogers occupied with fixing her makeup. You quietly made a dash to the other side. You slowly walked towards the end of the hall. Once you reached the last door, you took a deep breath before slowly opening it.

    You couldn’t stop the bile from coming up your throat. There were at least 10 bodies in the room. Some were strung up, some were just laying there. The entire room was coated in blood. You looked around the room until your eyes came to rest on a young girl and boy tied up. They were beaten and battered, but the girl was still kicking. She looked at you with frantic eyes.

    You rushed over to her and started untying her. As you did, you took out your phone and dialled Dean. “Now are you done?” Dean asked in an annoyed tone.

    “Dean, listen. You and Sam need to get to Mrs. Rogers house as fast as you can. I found the missing couples.” You explained.

    You could already hear Dean grabbing the keys to the impala. “Are you alright? What happened?” He asked with panic in his voice.

    “I’m fine.” You assured him. Once you had the girl untied, she went over to the boy. He was unconscious. “Listen, my friends and I will get him out, but right now you need to run. You need to run as fast as you can. I’ll distract them. Do you understand?” You asked the girl.

    She looked up at you with scared eyes and nodded. You took a deep breath. “(Y/N)? Who’s with you? Who was that?” Dean asked in a frantic tone.

    “There’s a girl and boy, Dean. The girl is a fighter but the boy is barely holding on. I’m going to distract Mrs. Rogers while she runs and gets to safety.” You explained.

    “Don’t you dare!” Dean yelled. “You don’t have any weapons. You will get hurt! You and the girl hide. We’ll be there as soon as we can.” He said, trying to make you change your mind.

    You shook your head. “She’ll come looking for me sooner or later Dean. She will find us. This is the only way she can get out alive.” You told him. Before he could argue, you said the three words you knew you needed to tell him, “I love you.” You quickly hung up then looked at the girl. “I’m going to go downstairs. I want you to count to five and then run as fast as you can.”

    She nodded and took one last at the boy. You took a deep breath and walked out of the room and down the stairs. “I was starting to wonder if you fell in.” Mrs. Rogers joked when you entered the room. You could only laughed as you sat down.

    Five seconds later you heard a pair of footsteps running down the stairs. Mrs. Rogers’s head snapped towards the noise. “Something the matter?” You asked, looking up at her.

    She looked down at you. Her teeth were bared. “I thought I smelt blood on you.” She said. You jumped out of the way as she lunged for you. She fell to the floor but was quickly on her feet again. When she lunged at you, you didn’t have enough time to move out of the way. She pinned you to the ground. “I knew you were different when I met you, but I would have never guessed you were a hunter.” She told you.

    You tried to move her off of you, but she had the upperhand. You took a shaky breath. “So, what? You’ve been killing people who you made your friends?” You asked her.

    She shook her head and laughed. “Goodness, no. Those people weren’t my friends.” She took a deep breath. “Those people only pretended to be my friends. Just so you know, if you kept to yourself, I wouldn’t have killed you.” She sighed and leaned down to your ear. “You hunters. Always trying to save everyone even if it means getting yourself killed. But here’s the secret. You can’t save everyone.” She whispered.

    You felt her fangs on your neck and you couldn’t stop the screams that ripped from your throat. Her tears sank into your neck and darkness soon followed, but not before you heard Dean yelling your name.


    “She’ll be fine, Dean.” You heard Sam say. You tried opening your eyes, but they seemed glue shut. “Besides, it wasn’t your fault.” Sam said.

    You heard Dean sigh. “But, if I was just there earlier. If I hadn’t forced her to go to that stupid art class. If I hadn’t forced her to do this in the first place she would be completely fine.” Dean explained.

    “God, Dean. Why don’t you just tell her already?” Sam laughed.

    Dean coughed awkwardly. “Tell her what?”

    “That you love her.” Sam said.

    “Yea, why don’t you?” You asked, finally opening your eyes. Dean looked at you with wide eyes as Sam just laughed.

    Sam leaned over and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Glad you’re alright.” He told you. You smiled. “Now, I’m gonna go on a food run. I’ll see you guys soon.” He said grabbing his coat and leaving the motel room.

    You started to sit up, but Dean shook his head. “Nope. You’re going to stay laying down. You just need to rest.” He said, going into full doctor mode.

    You couldn’t help but laugh. “So, it looks like Sam thinks you love me. Funny, eh?” You said.

    “Why is it funny?” Dean asked, looking away from you.

    You moved his head up to make him look at you. “It’s funny, because I love you too.” You whispered.

    Dean looked at you carefully. “Really?” He asked.

    You just laughed. “Just kiss me already, Winchester.” You whispered.

    Dean leaned down and his lips crashed into yours. He broke away and looked at you. “When I saw you laying there, I thought the worst.” He whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.

    “Well, I’m alright, Mr. Winchester.” You told him.

    He couldn’t help but laugh. “And I couldn’t be happier, Mrs. Winchester.”

Originally posted by pennyackles

Wait, I forgot to add this to the post but at the signing my friend was trying to ask for a hug and Cody thought she wanted to high five him and he gave her one and her wrist went flying back and he was like “OH SHIT, I THINK I ALMOST BROKE YOUR WRIST!” and he grabbed his wrist and looked at his wrist with HUGE eyes while literally screaming dramatically, nothing can explain how done I was with Cody Carson in that exact moment.

anonymous asked:

Your Baek post almost took my life. I literally stared at it for the last 25 minutes or so because he is just so beautiful fluffy puppy hot af take me now hip thrusts tongue sassy smirk cutie 5yo wait is this even legal? The b/w sexy gifs of him with that sex hair omfg I can't. You forgot one thing though. One very, very important thing. His hands. His fucking gorgeous hands deserve a separate post just as long because I can't remember ever seeing a guy with hands as beautiful as Baek's.


*whispers* magic~

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