when i watched her make that face in the last gif i actually screamed

Don’t let me go

Group:Bts

Memeber:Jungkook

Au: Grim Reaper,demon

PART TWO

A/n: Let me tell you,I am inspired from Goblin. Watch this drama. Is the holy drama. This is the first part of a little Jungkook series. Also the different religions reading this.I tried to keep the religion matter as neutral as possible. If you believe that this is written with a bad thought in mind or to offend someone it is not. Thank you.

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I am the person you are afraid from. I am the one with the skeleton body,black robe and а reaping hook. You mortals thought that I look like a skeleton simply because I deal with the dead. This is soo wrong. I am like the most handsome, funny man ever. You living people think everything that is dead is ugly and rotten. Hell( hell is mine creation actually. Its a piece of art) no. I am,however,prehaps rotten and dead. Inside. Inside the cage of my heart. The muscle which is supposed to pump adrenaline through my body. The muscle giving me life,love and so much more. But no. This place is empty and had been abounded centuries ago. The curse killed me a long time ago.

Things go way back in time.

I once had a wife. A very beautiful woman called Lydia. She was my whole life. I was a simple man. A sheppard. My biggest concern was if I will be able to go home on time to hug her before she closes her eyes to fall in beautiful peaceful sleep.

As always life decided to fuck everything up. God said it was time for war and suddenly my biggest concern became the smallest out of them all. Everything I had,I had to give up. It was my duty to fight for my country as a man. I fought many battles. Those in higher ranks saw potential in me and after eleven battles I became a commander. On the battlefield before what we hoped was the last battle. Ready to fight,not ready to die. I prayed like every other selfish human being that I’ll give up everyone and everything,just God let me live. Those words were the last words some people heard and the ones that left my lips before I shouted “For His majesty.” I killed many people in the battle and almost got killed more times than I can remember. But I survived. The last one to survive. The smell of Death was in the air. My breath was fading away. Youcould barely see it. My eyes started to tear up from the mixture of fear,the feeling of finally letting go and a scared scream from the consequences ahead in time. Suddenly a bright light blinded my swollen from crying eyes. And I met God. A nice man,looking trustworthy,someone who I never thought was actually real. He told me my wife,my parents, my sheeps,they were killed. That I made a choice. That I killed them when I was being selfish. My will for life,killed those who made me want to live. Lost in my fear and regret which were suddenly put upon me,I was ready to pull out the weapon and just kill myself. The man stopped my sword from moving through the flesh and stop my heart. God looked at me and told me “If you leave this Earth and become invisible as if you never existed,I will bring everyone you want back. Your family will live. Lydia will breath. I need a helper. Someone who will deal with the dead and will help them go in the afterlife. You will become the Grim Reaper. My right hand.” I was being offered a choice which wasn’t actually much of a choice. He was offering me to become a ghost. But for the sake of my love I was ready to do anything and everything. “Why are you Sir offering me this? Why me?” “You are a good man. But the sin of being selfish is a strong one. I see in your eyes love. This will be your curse. Love will be your pleasure and curse. The last man standing. The one who will walk this Earth way longer than anyone. Collecting grief and love. At the end of the day you will always be alone.” I became a sinner for wanting to live. I killed everything I believed in. But Immortality didn’t sound all that bad after all. Dealing with the dead also wasn’t a price high enough that I can’t pay for Lydia. The hesitation left me and my hand grabbed his. It was me or Lydia and my family. “Okay. Do this.” Just like that my existence was erased from the face of Earth,my name wasn’t remembered as the last commander alive,the war was doomed a fail and soon there were only the families of the dead and the memories of them to be remembered. Personally I assisted all of them in the after life making them forget the one they had been living in order for a new one to be born. But for the living organisms I was invisible,not existing. A myth surrounded by mystery. There were several cases in which people had been ablen to see me. You usually cab unless you had the vision or you were dead. And so for centuries I have met all kinds of death and people. Helping them go where their souls belong. My face haven’t aged a day since I gave my soul. A twenty years old is what you’ll see if you were able to.


1998


“Jungkook” I heard in the distance waking me from my retrospective daydream. “Yes?” I turned my head nearly hitting my forehead in one of the lamps of the nice white office. “There is something I need to tell you.” It is a full miracle. My boss is usually quiet and doesn’t have the need to see me unless it was something urgent going on in the underworld. I have known him for so many centuries that is almost not imaginable. However today there wasn’t anything special going on in my part of the holy world. “Do you remember when I took you under my wing?” the sudden questoon caught me offguard. So being little surprised the answer rolled of my lips “Of course I do.” how can I forget anyway? My heart will never forget. My Lydia. Her smile,her heart of gold. And my selfish wish which killed us. “There is something I didn’t tell you back then. One day your savior will be born. A person who will reverse the curse you caused on yourself. She will heal your wounds and you will become mortal again. She will give you the chance to live. When you die as a mortal I will give you the choice to either become the Reaper and never be able to find hope again or this time go to Heaven.” Speechless probably would’ve explain it. But it can’t. Hope? Being able to live? I have been living wihout hope so many centuries. Evryday I have been holding on the simple fact that there is hope or happy ending for me. Now after 1000 years he decides to tell me that there is someone on this planet who can cure me. My emotions are too strong. The anger boiled. The fear entered the dusted chamber of my heart. Hope started to creep out of its dungeon somewhere deep inside of me. Why didn’t he told me this earlier? Why was I living without hope all this time? Where is she? How old is she? She can be dead by now.

“Why do you tell me this now?” my voice was deadly low. I was in a position to shout,however I didn’t want to lose all my cool at once. “Was I not good enough to be told this earlier? Was I unloyal? Have I ever done something to make you doubt me? I created Hell and Heaven and made them absolutely perfect. The department of Reapers is so big that I barely have to go out now. Don’t tell me I didn’t deserve to know the truth.” I admit I did lost my cool. I was shouting and destroying whatever was around me. Angry tears were falling down my sharp cheekbones. “No you were. You finished absolutely mesmerizing job at what you were doing. Jungkook-a, tell me honestly if I had told you centuries ago,you wouldn’t have searched for her. Tell me you would’ve done your job the same way.” although angry,I knew he was right. Nothing ffrom what I’ve created probably wouldn’t have been even an idea in my head. The Earth was going to be small. I would’ve searched under every rock,in every village,city,country and continent. One thing I couldn’t understand was “Why telling me now?” “Because she has been born. The person who is going to bring you back is born. And her name is y/n. The Grim Reaper’s Bride.

2016

"Are you the Grim Reapers wife?” a ghost whispered in mine ear. She was a rather beautiful ghost. A girl not bigger than me. But this question… If I collected a dollar for everytime I had to answer it,by now I wouldn’t be going to school. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him.” “Oh…it’s true. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Bye.” “Wait. Talk to me.” but it disappeared. Good job Y/N. 

The Grim Reapers wife.

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PART TWO

Mystic Messenger Fanfic: Kingdom of Words

Pairing: Saeran/MC

Rating: G

Other places to read: AO3

This fic is a gift to @an-ambivalent! I’m one of your @mystic-messenger-secret-santa (the mysterious anon hihi) :3 Sorry this is so late, dear! I tried to include as many of your preferences as I could, so I hope you enjoy this not so small fic I wrote for you ♥


The first time the words appeared on Saeran’s arm, he panicked. His only warning had been a warm, itchy sensation that’d made him look down, only to find a black scribble on his skin.

Can you see this?

He screamed. He couldn’t help it - as much as he rubbed, the words wouldn’t come off, nor did his hand get dirty with ink. Saeyoung rushed to his side, eyes wide, but once Saeran explained what was wrong, he hesitated, his gaze fixed at the point where Saeran could see the dark words in stark contrast against his reddened skin.

“I can’t see anything, Saeran.”

Before Saeran could process what Saeyoung had said, their mother came. He should’ve excpected it, should’ve known better than to make so much noise. His ears hurt with her screams, louder than his own; still, he tried reaching her - arm extended, he tried telling her about the words, tried asking her what they meant.

His only answer were two days without food, getting by with only the scraps Saeyoung managed to sneak him behind their mother’s back.

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Saviour

Imagine -  you’re an assassin from the American brotherhood and are sent to find a high placed target that’s fled to London and getting injured somehow and about to be killed when the Rooks barge the place and Jacob saves you.

Holy shiiiiit, this request so ran off with itself and I had so much fun with it omg

requested by @huntingal5568 who was also kind enough to point out my ask box wasn’t working, thank you so much for that because that could have been super embarrassing in the long run.

also i’m sensing a possible sequel in the future.

okay update definitely going to be a sequel some time in the future. there’s no way I can leave it like this.


You hate London already.

It never stops raining, it’s cold and windy, and already you’ve nearly been knocked over by a horse-driven carriage. You’re ready to leave, ready to kill your target and get on the first ship out of here.

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Who Hurt You (Part 3)

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Title: Who Hurt You (Part 3)

Characters: DiNozzo x Reader, Gibbs, McGee

Word Count: 2,343

Warnings: angst and fluff

A/N: I think we’re all ready for another part to this tale! I think my brain is well rested after yesterday! I hope you all enjoy Part 3!! I love you all so very much! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!!  PART 1PART 2

By the end of the work day, everyone felt more relaxed.  Except Tony, who wasn’t willing to believe that you were out of the woods just yet.  He didn’t make it obvious that he was still concerned about you.  It was almost 8 p.m. and you had left ten minutes ago.  Tony grabbed his coat, throwing it over his shoulders.  He knew following you this time was better than sitting by and waiting to see the result.  He knew in his gut something wasn’t right about tonight.  He rushed to the elevator, getting to his car as quick as possible.  His gun holstered at his side, he started his car, heading to your apartment.  He was surprised that he wasn’t stopped for speeding as he pulled up to your place.  There was still a light on, but he saw two shadows in the window, not one.

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@bau-obsessed

Hope you feel better sweetie.  Sorry I fell asleep this morning quickly.  Been tired myself.

Word Count: 1965

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You found yourself staring down at the paper, your mind desperately trying to formulate your next words.  You had been asked about your report 3 days prior but you just couldn’t bring yourself to even write the damn thing.  The case had been a hard one for everyone, including yourself, but it wasn’t something that should be this hard to even write a report for.  You never had a problem before, so what gives?

“Hey pretty lady,” Morgan caught your attention, making you look up.  “You coming with us tonight?”

“Tonight?” you felt your brows furrow before realization dawned on you.  You had promised Garcia that you would go with everyone tonight for a drink.  It was rare for you to even go out at all but you made the promise irregardless, not wanting to upset her.

“Damn it,” you hissed, throwing your pen down on your desk.  You had promised Hotch to have the report in by tomorrow.  He had been particularly hard on you about it, wanting the report as soon as possible.  It was only when you failed to turn it in yesterday did he give you the deadline.  You didn’t like writing under pressure and usually it made it harder to write.  But he needed the report, so you didn’t want to fail him.

“Are you not coming?” Morgan asked, noticing your sudden tensed position.  You opened your mouth to reply, whether or not you denied or confirmed his statement still in the air, when another voice cut into the conversation.

“No.  Oh, no no no no, you are not skipping out on us,” Garcia walked by, placing files on your desk.  You gave her a pleading look in hopes she would understand.  Garcia was the one who wanted you to go and forced you to promise her that you would.  Unfortunately, she didn’t accept your pleading gaze.

“No.  You promised you would go.  You never leave your apartment.  You are coming tonight even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming in your underwear,” she smirked.  You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Penelope,” you retorted.  She laughed before heading off back to her sanctuary, making it known loudly that you would be joining the team that night at the bar.  You sighed before looking at the paper again.

 Maybe a drink would help.

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Oh my god, I so want to do a part 3 to this one. I don’t know where I’d go with it yet (I still feel like Loki’s change of attitude towards the reader happened too fast) but ugh, I just love where this one went and how it turned out and… yeah. Cool. Thank you to @all-nerds-here for requesting this part two - I genuinely had a blast writing it. Enjoy, my darlings, and let me know what you think. 

Prompt: PLEEEAAASE continue the Loki x sick!reader one! It was sooo good!

Plague (Part 2)

Part 1

You knocked twice on the door. The early morning sun peeked into the hallway from the above skylight (of course Tony Stark would have windows in the damn ceiling) and though you still weren’t feeling completely well again, the sleep yesterday had certainly helped. Given that you were awake early, on account of your inability to sleep properly whilst sick, you still hadn’t changed out of your pyjamas. Around the red silk, you’d wrapped your duvet and in your hands you clutched the blanket that Loki had placed over you.

It hadn’t taken you long to figure out that it was Loki who had cared for you the day prior – nobody else had been around – but you had taken the briskness with which he had left as a sign to let the topic lie. Until this morning, you had intended to keep it that way but you felt somewhat indebted to him after waking up feeling so refreshed.

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[SUMMARY: Negan finds a baby girl in the middle of the woods and takes her in. He begins to fall for one of his wives when he sees how much she takes care of the baby.]

Smut/Super fluff/Negan as a dad

Negan and Hazel.

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HENRY X READER - PITY KISS


(Y/n) lit the candle with careful hands, watching Henry out of the corner of her eye. He was pacing up and down the room, muttering things under his breath. He was nervous. Very nervous. He had every right to be, this was his first ever date after all.

               The mere thought made a tight pain form in her chest.

               No, not now.

               He needs you right now.

               You can’t be the jealous bitch you want to be.

               He’s your best friend.

               Just your best friend.

               Right now he isn’t the guy you’ve been in love with for three years.

               “Stop panicking” she smiled, waving out the flame on the match quickly before dropping it the sink to make sure it wouldn’t set anything alight. That would be the last thing he needed.

               “How?” he grumbled, pulling at his awkward shirt.

               “Deep breaths, buddy” she sighed, walking towards him to help him fix it “You’re gonna be fine” Her hands played with the material until it sat right on him, before leaving her hands on his shoulders in a comforting manor. He watched her with tense eyes, trying to calm down.

               “But what if I’m not” he shrugged her off as he resumed his pacing, biting his lip “What if I say something rude? Or stupid? Or if I start rambling like-?”

               “Like you are right now?” she grinned, pulling him so he stood in front of her once again “Henry, you won’t do anything of those things okay. It’ll be perfect. And even if you do, I bet my life she’ll find it cute”

               I know I do.

               “You really think so?” he gave her one of his lopsided, half smiles, making her heart fluttered.

               “I’m sure of it” she replied in a quiet voice, trying to not show how much he affected her.

               “Thanks, (Y/n)” he drew her in for a quick hug before she grabbed her coat and walked out the back door, wringing her hands as she went. He didn’t seem to notice however. He also didn’t notice the tears dribbling down her face as she walked home.




Henry walked down the road, his hands stuffed into his pockets, head low. The date hadn’t gone well.

               She doesn’t like me that way.

               Figures.

               The one chance I have at normalilty and its snatched away from me.

               He glanced up at the small two floor house in front of him. He noticed the girl’s light was still on, despite the fact she had told him she wasn’t feeling well that day. She had been walking around helping him with a glum tired look on her face. He had just assumed she was sick. But this doesn’t make any sense.

               He knew (Y/n) like the back of his hand. And when she was sick, she slept as much as she could.

               He knocked on the floor door tentatively, wiping away any evidence that he had cried on the walk home.

               He could wait until he was alone before the tears started again. He would have to. (y/n) hated to see him cry. But he had to get to the bottom of this.

               “Um, hi Mrs (Y/ln). I was wondering-“he began as the girl’s mother opened the door in her dressing gown.

               “Oh Henry, how many times have I told you?” she tutted “Just call me (Y/mn). Now come in quick, or we’ll both catch our death of cold”

               She ushered him in quickly, smoothing out her slightly messy hair.

               “Now, I’m guessing you’re here to collect those books you left here last week” the woman smiled “(Y/n) left them down here for you-“

               “Actually, I’m just here to see (Y/n)” he interrupted, heading towards the stairs “Buts thanks anyway”

               “I don’t think that’s a good idea love” she stopped him, a tight lip smile on her face “She isn’t feeling well, wouldn’t want you to catch it too”

               “Then whys she still up?” he frowned.

               (Y/mn) didn’t answer, her fake smile faltering.

               “I think it’s time you got home now”

               “Why can’t I see her?”

               “Henry-“

               “Has something happened?”

               “You need to go now. She’d just not feeling well”

               He could hardly fight back against the woman as she manoeuvred him towards the door, confused and slightly frightened.

               “but-“

               “See you tomorrow maybe”

               And like that the front door was closed once again.

               Henry looked up at the girl’s bedroom window. The blinds were closed the lights on. She was in there. A tight feeling in his stomach told him something was wrong.

               So naturally, he couldn’t just give up there.




(Y/n) heard a shuffling noise coming from outside, moving her head up from her crippled position. She was laid out on the bed, hair tangled, sleeves still damp from when she had wiped at her eyes. She had told her mother she didn’t want anyone near her, retreating to her room to cry in piece. She and Henry were very much alike in that sense. They didn’t like to show others how upset they were.

               She had heard someone come in minutes before, but just assumed it was her father finally in from a long day of work. But now with the mysterious shuffling, she started to wonder if something more sinister was at work.

               She listened as her window slowly slid up, cursing at the fact she hadn’t put on the latch.

               (Y/n) felt her heart jump in her throat as a hand pulled back her curtains. She got ready to scream for her mother, but when a familiar head poked through the gap in the material her cries fell silent.

               “Henry!” she hissed, diving for him “What are you doing? You’re going to get yourself killed. Inside, inside this room right now!”

               She helped pull him through, landing roughly on her back with him hovering over her.

               The two stared at each other for a few seconds, trying to catch their breath.

               “You’ve been crying” he whispered, reaching forward to stroke her cheek.

               “No I haven’t” she replied quickly, flinching away from him.

               He frowned at her actions, wondering why she was shutting him out.

               “Why are you upset?”

“I think you should go, Henry”

She pushed him gently, standing up slowly. She walked over to her door, opening it for him as she turned off her bedroom light. She was tired. Too tired to fight anymore.

“Doesn’t matter what you think” he answered smartly “I’m staying”

She laughed lightly at his persistence, sitting down on her bed with a loud thump. After a moment or two he joined her.

The two sat in silence, (Y/n) staring at her hands dully. Henry watched her however, trying to decide what was wrong. But after a while, he become more captivated with her.

He loved the way the moonlight was bouncing off her (Y/hc) hair, the brightness also reflecting in her (Y/ec) eyes. She was slouched over, fragile. Tired.

“Beautiful” he mumbled, catching her attention.

“Pardon” she frowned.

“Nothing, it’s just um…you…uh” he stuttered “You look beautiful, I mean”

She glanced at the mirror and snorted. Her hair was puffy and a tangled mess. Her eyes were bloodshot, large bag forming underneath them. The skin of her cheeks was blotchy and wet, clothes crumpled.

“Funny” she grumbled, falling back against the covers.

“I’m being serious” he copied her actions, reaching out to play with her hair.

“So I’m guessing the date didn’t go that well” she changed the subject quickly “Or you’d be with her”

“Yeah” he sighed “She doesn’t see me that way”

“I’m sorry” she whispered “I know you really liked her”

“Yeah”

He wasn’t really listening, he was looking at her lips and then at the sad look in her eyes.

I wonder.

He rolled over so he hovered above her once again, sliding one hand so it lay against the top of her head.

“What are you doing?” she gulped, a light blush covering her face.

He didn’t reply, bending down lightly.

“Wait” she stopped him “Don’t do this if it’s a pity kiss. Don’t do this just because you know that I’m hurting and that you’re hurting. Don’t do this out of pity Henry”

She paused.

“If you kiss me, do it because you actually want to kiss me. Not her. Me”

He waited only a second before smashing his lips onto hers.

“I Don’t Love Him”  Part two

Part One

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“Loki, Loki!” You excitedly shouted through his chamber door. “LOKI!”

You couldn’t wait to tell him. You wouldn’t have to marry Thor.  You had spoken with Jane on the way to Loki and she told you that Odin wouldn’t force you to marry Thor as he had seen how much the Midgardian means to him.  You were beyond ecstatic. Words couldn’t begin to explain how overjoyed you were. You arrived at Loki’s chambers, ready for his inevitable giddiness when you told him the good news.  You knocked quickly on the door, practically bubbling with cheeriness.  

“Loki! Loki, it’s me. Open the door!” Silence.  More silence. You knocked again, confused by the lack of response.

“Go away (Y/N)” Loki barely whispered.  

“But Loki I-”

“I said GO AWAY! i don’t want to see you”  He said the last part much quieter but loud enough for you to hear.  Your heart sank once more at Loki’s words.  

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You were in your room now but you weren’t sad. You were angry.  You understood Loki’s devastation when you told him you were to marry Thor, but he wouldn’t even listen to you now.  You wanted to be with him but he wouldn’t even give you the time of day.  How could you want to be with someone who was being such an asshole to you.

It was nearing night now and you were ready to go to bed alone for another night running.  You missed having Loki with you. You needed him and hated him for making you feel like this.  

There was a knock at the door.  Your head shot up at the sound that interrupted your train of thought.

“Come in.” You said slightly hopeful that it would be Loki on the other side.  You were disappointed.  The brown haired Midgardian walked through the door so you were surprised to see that Thor wasn’t behind her.

“Hi, I’m Jane.” She said rather shyly, still standing in the doorway.  You smiled at her and motioned for her to come in.  

“I’m (Y/N). It’s so nice to finally be able to put a face to the woman Thor seems to like so much.”  Jane’s cheeks went red slightly at this.

“I just came to make sure that there wouldn’t be any resentment between us, after all, I’m the reason you couldn’t marry Thor.”  She looked up at you, a hint of fear in her eyes.  You laughed her off and she soon joined in.

“Don’t worry, I’m actually very relieved that we don’t need to marry.  I couldn’t be more thankful in fact.  I love Thor, of course, but he’s more of an annoying older brother. Don’t tell him i said that”  You smiled at her hoping not to make her feel more awkward than she looked.  Jane looked down then up at you as if contemplating whether or not to say something. Before long she made up her mind.

“Thor also told me about his brother, Loki i think his name is.”  You looked away from her as the pain in your chest grew.  

“Oh. Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine.” You muttered.  “What did he tell you about Loki?” You said slightly louder than before.

“He said that it should have been you two that got married, not you and Thor. He said that you were the real couple”  Jane said sympathetically.  You looked don and away from her and the words that cut through your soul.  You missed Loki so much.  

“Oh, sorry, i didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable”  she said noticing your discontent with the conversation.

“Did he say anything else?” You asked, not sure what you were hoping

“He said that Loki loved you” Jane said, watching your face for your reaction.  You weren’t sure how to feel.  Loki and you had never told each other that you loved one another.  You had never thought for a moment that he would have told Thor about his feelings before he told you.  

“You love him don’t you?” Questioned Jane.  You looked at her, slight anger on your face but not directed at her. You waited a few minutes before your answer poured from your mouth.

“I do yes” you started to laugh “Its stupid really. How could I love a man who won’t even talk to me, who has pushed me away that last few times I’ve tried to talk to him. How could i have fallen for such an asshole, for someone who has completely disregarded my existence for months.”  You initial laughter had turned into quiet sobbing.  Jane put her arm around you in an attempt of comfort.

“Sorry. Anyway how are things going with Thor? Have you met Frigga yet?” You asked trying to defuse the awkward tension.

“It’s okay (y/n), he knows you love him and he loves you back” You laughed at her.  

“No he doesn’t.” You were ready to send Jane away when-

“Actually, I do” came a voice from your door that you instantly recognised.  You looked up and saw an unkempt Loki gazing down at you with a smug looking Thor standing just behind him.  Loki looked like he hadn’t slept for weeks, but you hadn’t either.   You glared at the god, annoyed that after all he put you through he thought he could just come here and everything would be better.  You stood up and walked towards him, heat rising to your face.  You pushed the god back slightly before screaming:

“You asshole, I’ve been trying to talk to you for so long, why in all the seven realms did you ignore me for so long if you apparently love me”  Tears filled your eyes as they did with Loki.  You refused to cry right now though.   “Why do you think you can show up and everything would be better”

“Listen, (y/n), I heard what you said and i miss you too.  I’m sorry. I really am.” You were visibly seething now but could tell the God was trying.

“I think we should go Jane” Thor loudly whispered to his girlfriend.  You shot daggers at Thor as he was leaving, however, he pretended not to notice so you and Loki could get on with it.

“You can’t do this Loki. I told you i didn’t want to marry Thor and even asked for your help, but you just shut me out. What am I supposed to think?”  You stomped towards him and he met you near the middle.  You were really close, less than a rulers length apart.

“You should know that I love you.  (Y/N), I love you more than anyone has ever loved another living soul.  You are beautiful, smart, funny, caring, and no one I’ve ever met can compare to you.  I now know that the way i handled the situation was wrong, but Thor brought me here to say sorry, and i hope i have done at least that.  Know this, if you could forgive me, I shall spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. I love you.”  Loki looked up to you, the same way a lost puppy would and all of your anger at him faded.

Loki sighed, bowed his head down and went to walk back out of the door.  You grabbed his shoulder and pulled him close to you. So code that your lips were almost touching but not quite. Loki clearly wanted to lean in all the way but was determined to let you make the first move.

“I love you too”  You whispered. Before anyone could say another word, Loki swiftly connected your lips and pulled his body even closer to yours.  You wrapped your arms around his neck and held on so tight that you thought you’d never be able to let go.  Loki cloaked his arms around your back, pulling you as close to him as possible.  You were both starving for affection after being away from each other for so long.  Loki’s lips were chapped and his kisses were rough, you couldn’t care less, all you wanted was him.

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Dean/Demon!Dean x Reader

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“BACK TO THE PAST.”

You had headaches and your were annoyed.

“Thanks Cas that you bring me here…couldn’t you choose a dry night? ”, you said into the rain and shook your head. You had to find a roof to get under and you knew where you would find one.

You knocked on the door and a very tall person opened up. You went past him into the not-so-nice motel room.

“It is raining like hell outside. Do you have any towels?”, you asked looking around in the familiar room.

“Uhm…excuse me but…”, Sam started and Dean finished his confusion with pointing a gun to your face.

“Who the hell are you?”, the green eyed one asked you and you would have loved to kiss him but it was impossible.

“Oh, my bad.”, you laughed and wanted to grab something from your bag.

“Don’t even try.”, he growled and stepped closer.

“Easy boy. It is just a silver flask full of holy water. See..”, you opened it and poured some over your hand.

“No Demon or Shifter. Do you guys have some soap, so I can prove that I am not a Leviathan?”, you asked and looked into their confused faces.

“Well I think you guys are like…shocked…or something. So I’m going to hop into the shower and it would be nice if you could gather yourself together until I’m done.”

You were drying your hair with a towel when the brothers came into the bathroom.

“So? Are you a hunter?”, Sam asked and looked at you.

“Yeah…you can say that.”, you said smiling to yourself and threw the towel at Dean who catched it.

“So what are you doing here if you don’t mind me asking?”, Dean said with a sarcastic smile on his face. You knew his skin was crawling because he hadn’t everything under his controll.

“To clear things up. I’m from the future. I know you guys. We are kind of close but I can’t tell you more because otherwise I would change the future and that would end like Balthazar unsinking the Titanic.”, you explained and waited till they processed it all.

“Why do you know Balthazar? He was way in the past…Who are you? Some kind of freakin’ God?”, Dean is the first to ask.

“Cute but no. I’m not a God. I’m a normal human passing through time. And my name…Let’s see…how about…Brenda? I think that is a cute name.”, you named yourself not wanting them to know your real name. They would look for you and find you if the wanted.

“Why are you here?”, Sam sat down on the bed. Dean was still staring at you. You loved this Dean. He was so much younger and with less demons. Literally.

“Well…you remember the Pheonix you had to kill to get to its ash? I need something which apperantly only exsists in this year and you guys destroy it in your hunt tomorrow. I need that thing to save a loved one back there. Well not back, further? Whatever you know what I mean.”, you explained and looked Dean in the eye. You remembered the last time you saw him. He wasn’t himself. He hit you, was about to kill you if Sam and Cas wouldn’t have been there. But he hasn’t been himself. Now Sam had found a cure but you needed this bone which they destroyed in the past becuase it was used to fullfill bad wishes. You had to stop that and take it with you.

“Who is it?”, Dean asked and his voice was calmer now. Carefull even.

“My husband.”, you were safe to say that.

“Oh…”, you could see disappointment in his eyes and you had to laugh.

“Can’t hit on a married woman right?”, you laughed and Sam chuckled.

“Well technichally you are not married yet.”, he defended himself gave you his flirting smirk but you knew that he wouldn’t try.

“Anyways…we got stuff to do so I get that damn thing before you dumbasses destroy it.”


It was the day after and you had half an hour left. You were in the middle of the fight with five witches who happend to be using that bone. You could hear Dean making jokes about that. Apperantly the job turned out bigger than you guys thought because it wasn’t just the witches who were after the item but demons also.

You just slit the throat of one of the red headed witches when someone grabbed you from behind and tried to strangle you. You kicked and scratched him but he remained unimpressed.

“Let her go you bastard.”, Dean yelled pointing a shotgun at the thing behind you. It kept getting more difficult to breath and your heart pounded in your chest.

“Well isn’t this cute. You shouldn’t have come here dear. I maybe dead in the future but I’m not in the past. You should have known that because you were the one who killed me! Now little Dean has to watch you die before he even gets the chance to bone you.”

“Anster.”, you said the demons name out loud and roled your eyes. How could you forget him. Damn it.

“The one and only.”, he said in your ear and yo felt your skinn crawl.

“Let her go or I’ll shoot.”, Dean threatend him but that was not wise of him.

“Shoot and I’ll slit her throat and you won’t be able to build your little family with her and stay forever alone. Well I could just destroy the bone and you would destroy your love by yourself. I like that.”, Anster said and you could hear his grin in his voice. This bastard was about to ruin everything.

“What is he talkin about?”, Dean said and was obviously confused. But before you could answer you felt something sting into your back and heard Anster screaming his lungs out. His body dropped to the floor and you turned around to face Sam with a bloody demon knife in his hands.

“I hate demons.”, Sam said and looked at the body on the ground.

“Copy that.”, you answered and grabbed the bone from Ansters dead body.

“Well. I got to go.”, you said so you could go before Dean could dig in way too much.

“Hold on there walkin future. What was the demon talkin about? Why would I destroy my love if I had one. That’s insane. And what would you have to do with it?”, you heard Dean say with the serious voice of his.

“Don’t worry about that. You’re not doing anything.”

“Wait! Am I your…”

“Cas! Time to go!”, you cut him off shoutig before he could end his sentence.

“Cas?! He is behind all of this? Hell no…” He came straight at you and grabbed the bone from you. Apparently Cas and Dean were not on good terms in this year.

“Your not going anywhere before you tell me.” You panicked immidiatly and looked to the clock. You had ten minutes.

“Dean give it back. I’m serious. I won’t be able to come back again and then…”

“Who are you?”, he yelled and you winced.

“Dean please…”

“Tell me who you are or I swear to god I will destroy this thing and you won’t be able to save your husband.”, he groweld and squeezed your armes.

“I would have to kill you for that because you are my damn husband you Asshole!”, you bursted out and shoved him back.

“I did this to you?”, he asked out of nowhere and reached out for your face where you could still see the bruises demon Dean left. He got you really hard with the one punch but neither of you mentioned the bruises until now.

“Technichally yeah. But it wasn’t really you. Look this is already too much information I got to go to my time as fast as I can before we change the future.”, you changed the subject and reached out for the bone. But dean pulled you in a kiss instead and you realized how much you missed his soft lips against yours.

“Kick me in the ass when your back home. You don’t deserve this. And when you save me I promise I will take you to Venice and we will have a hot honeymoon.”, he whispered against your lips. You chuckled and heard the clock hit 12 o'clock.

“I’ll save you. I will always save you.”, was the last thing you could say before you felt Cas pull you back. You woke up in the panick room on a bed not far away from the demons trap where Dean was sitting on a chair tied to it.

“Welcome back sweetheart.”, you heard him say and your heart ached. You still felt dizzy but stood up anyway.

“What happened? Did you get it?”, Sam asked and hurried over to you.

“Yeah. Anster showed up and was about to blow off the whole thing but you killed him.”, you sighed and handed him the bone so he could do the ritual.

“Oh honey. Was I rude to you back there? See, it is not because I’m a demon. You just deserve to be treated like that.”, demon Dean said and you looked into his black eyes. You hold on to the words from past-Dean and smiled at him.

“Actually baby…Dean kissed me and told me to kick your ass. Even you wanted to kick yourself.” You stepped into the demons trap and put your hand on his shoulder.

“And after kicking your ass…We’re going to Venice…You have to keep your promises.”

You sounded pretty confident but inside you wished that this ritual would work because otherwise you had to start from zero again.

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Kai Parker X Reader

Request: Can you do an imagine where Kai and the reader are together but but someone “gets” into his mind and makes him break up with you to protect you. Like he fakes that he doesn’t love you anymore. That would be really chill. THANK YOU AND I LURVE YOU VERY MUCH

Author’s note: All these Kai imagines, got me missing him more ugh but I love it!

Also I’m gonna be gone for 3 weeks but as soon as I’m back I’m uploading in bulk. I just didn’t want to leave without posting at least one fanfic. Love you guys!

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[SUMMARY: Clarissa is tired of Negans on and off flirting and decides to play a drinking game with the Saviors while Negan watches jealously. What she doesn’t know is that Negans always liked her, he just never felt good enough for her.]

Semi smut/ jealous Negan

Negan and Clarissa.

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This second half ties up the rest of the original story. Hopefully, you guys enjoyed the first part - I’d love to hear what you think! Had a blast writing this so thank you to @tinkerbelldetective and @hijikira for making the request. Enjoy, my darlings!

“National Security” (Part 2)

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The grandfather clock in the front room ticked gently. The short hand pointed directly at the large 9, whilst the longer hand had just floated past the 3.

Loki opened the front door, and crept inside, making sure to keep his newly purchased gift behind his back. Midgardians had the strangest customer of not opening until certain hours of the morning. Nonetheless, he’d waited outside with the money he’d stolen from the dresser until he was permitted entrance.

Continuing his act of silence, he snuck up the stair case and was grateful to hear that nobody was awake. Like a serpent on the hunt, Loki moved elegantly past the main bedroom (from which the sounds of your father’s snoring could be heard), and towards the personal gym.

You were perched inelegantly on the stool behind the telescope, with your upper body draped over the windowsill. Asleep. Your body rose and fell softly with each breath and Loki smirked.

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