would you please stay and please be mine


     “You know what I hate - Hic! -about vampires?”

     You looked up from the increasingly interesting tabletop and to your boyfriend, who was sitting in the chair beside you with a beer in hand and a smile on his face.

     “What?” he asked.

     You put your hands on Dean’s knees and leaned forward, face a hair’s breadth away from his as you flashed a conspiratorial smile. “That they kill people. That’s not cool.”

      Dean shook his head and laughed, putting his half-drank beer down on the table beside him. “You know what, I hate that too.” He closed the gap between you, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “That’s why we kill them first.”

      “OH MY GOSH!” You tripped over your own feet and went tumbling forward. Dean’s strong arms catching you around the waist was the only thing that kept you from face-planting. “We do that - Hic! - don’t we?”

     “Yeah,” Dean tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “we do do that.”

     You looked up at your boyfriend and flapped your mouth like a fish out of water. Then you burst out laughing and practically fell over as Dean tried in in vain to get your squirming form firmly seated in his lap.

    “What?” Dean asked, pulling your back flush with his chest.

     “You – Hic! – said – Hic! – DO DO!”

     “I … seriously?” Dean sighed and slid his hand under your legs, standing from his chair without warning and hoisting you into the air. “Come on, I think you’ve had enough for tonight.”

     “What? Nooo,” you whined, clawing at Dean’s arms to no avail.

     You tried to wriggle free and find your way back to the library, but it was no use. You’d have a hard enough time getting out of this situation when you were sober. Drunk you stood no chance. So with a resigned sigh you went still in Dean’s arms and let him carry you back to your shared bedroom, suddenly finding yourself drifting in and out of consciousness with the new-found calm.

     “Goodnight, Sweetheart,” Dean whispered, kissing your forehead as he laid you gently on the bed.

     You mumbled in response and reached out, catching Dean by the wrist and holding on with what little strength your fatigued body had left. “Stay,” you muttered, voice muffled by the pillow your face was currently pressed against.

     Dean squeezed your hand and tucked it under the blanket. Then the mattress dipped and you rolled back as the eldest Winchester crawled in behind you.


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‘Falling’ in Love

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Request: Hi hi. I’ve read your “x reader” stories and I love them 💖  I was wondering if you would do an Ethan x reader imagine where y/n is a fan of Ethan and meets him at a convention and its like a love at first sight kind of thing?

Summary: Fem!Reader is at a con for the first time and quite literally falls  in love :D ……..ok I’ll see myself out

You can find part two here

A/N: Hey y’all this is a cute fic full of nervous!Ethan so if that’s the kinda thing you’re into then you’re in luck. For real though, once I started writing this I couldnt stop, I don’t know why but I was bit by the inspiration bug and cranked this bad boi out. Also, anything in italics is a personal thought in first person that either the reader or Ethan is having. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 853, goldilocks zone :D

Warning: I cursed a couple times? Maybe just once? Can’t remember. Also nervous!Ethan is adorable? Read at your own risk he too cute.

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Liberty Pt.2

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe

Characters:  Bucky Barnes, Natalia Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo (mentiones briefly)

Warnings for this fic: Angst, eventual smut in future chapters (slow burn), running away, profanity, violence (futue chapters).

Word count for this chapter: 1113

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Captain James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was a peculiar man, how he sailed the seas for most of his 27 years. He was born at sea, he would most likely die at sea. All pirates, including those in the farthest corners of the maps, had heard of the infamous Captain. You? You were the governor’s daughter, secretly hoping to be taken out to seas and to be set free.


“Please- Sir I’ll do anything, please just let me come with you.” You hoped he wouldn’t turn out too bad if he let you stay, but if he didn’t…

“Well, miss Y/L/N, welcome aboard the St. Brooklyn…”


Tell me, sweetheart… Why would a rich and beautiful girl like you, run away from a place like Port Royal, hm?” Bucky asked, you and him both were sitting in the Captain’s cabin, it was cosy, full of gold and silver alike, lavish furniture- this man was definitely not like most of the other pirates that your father had told you about; poor, dirty, unhygienic.  

You studied him for a moment, “I, er, I have been stuck in Port Royal since I was a babe, I haven’t gone further than 2 nautical miles outside the border, Sir, I have a thirst for freedom and to put it quite frankly, your boat called to me.” You fiddled with your fingers as you awaited his reply.

First of all, it is not a boat, my dear, secondly… there are plenty other ‘boats’ in that harbour-

Don’t ask me why I didn’t board the others- I would be… easily recognised. Everyone in Port Royal knows who I am, my friend Peter will be the only one to- wait… What did you do to the letter?

Bucky huffed. “What do you think I did with the blasted letter? I’m a wanted man. I’m not becoming wanted for kidnapping-

I’m 19- almost 20, well over a year over the legal I’m-allowed-to-make-my-own-decisions age, Sir, I assure you it won’t be kidnapping if I am the one who boarded your ship on my own will.” Bucky gave you a skeptical look then rolled his eyes.

As someone who had come across many a stupid person, he didn’t think you would be the type to run away- you had a perfect life- of course, he wasn’t in your boots, but you seemed intelligent, healthy, surrounded by protection and you most likely lived in a luxury mansion. What could possibly be wrong with your life?

Alas, he didn’t know a thing.

The need to be away from your home was clawing at your chest and it was annoying you to the point where you had tried to escape multiple times, only to be caught by your handmaiden- you had kept making up excuses to cover yourself.

Your father paid little to no attention to you once you had turned 18, he had arranged a marriage for you with Commodore Zemo, a man of fortune and wealth, he was 15 years your senior, though that was normal for any arranged marriage. The man was a weird one, to say the least.

If you’re going to stay on my ship, you’re going to have to know the way of the seas. You can’t just sit around and do nothing, as you would probably do back at Port Royal, you are the Governor’s daughter, after all.” There is a knock at the door, Bucky shouts a 'yes?’ and a handsome man with ebony hair and dark skin enters.

Y/N, this is my first mate, Sam Wilson, Sam… this is the stowaway I had to find.” You looked between both of them and shook Sam’s hand, he adorned a smile so sweet, but he had a firm grip to say the least.

Sam smiled and said a quiet hello. “Captain, we’re heading into rough waters, orders?

Hoist the sails, gain speed, it can’t be too bad,” Bucky smiled. “If anything gets a little rusty, we have Wanda.

Aye Cap.” Sam exited the cabin, as the door shut you could hear him yelling orders, and the scurrying of feet died down.

What is a ‘Wanda’, Sir?

Ha ha, Wanda is a witch we have onboard, a good friend of mine actually, ah, don’t look like that! She helps us keep the ship from capsizing when we head into the rough water.” Bucky grinned, he enjoyed seeing such a beautiful girl squirm hearing the word ‘witch’.

You had never been one to believe in magic, your father told you stories when he came back from his voyages to Tortuga, Brazil, Egypt, he would go for so long. You had skimmed the room once more to find a large globe in the corner.

May I?” you questioned, timidly. Bucky nodded in response, he furrowed his brow as your fingers danced along the curvature of the three-dimensional atlas, you had only come into contact with one of these in your 19 years, a much smaller one in your father’s office.

Tell me, Y/N, how educated are you on the modern charts?” You whipped your head around to see the cocky man leaning back in his chair, you could feel him eyeing you up and down as if he could read your body language. “I don’t have a Sea Artist, he pissed off a siren on the coast of Portugal, fell for their trap, he was a good man, though he never learned how to cut back on the humour when something serious was going on. Any chance you could help me out and be what I need most, and maybe more?

Sir, as a woman growing up with a Governor as a father, I have studied the maps since I was able to read and write. I know how to navigate throughout the entire world but-” You were cut off quickly when Bucky gave you a confused glare.

He intimidated you, only slightly, his tall manner and dark looks were different than the men you had encountered before. If you had to compare between you both, you would be the lamb and he the lion. His jaw was sharp and defined, as if carved by the sharpest of swords. His hair fell in bronze and brunette tresses across his forehead and you could swear you could see red in his cheeks, most likely sun stained from being at seas for so many years. It contrasted against his olive skin.

In all your mature years you had been exposed to drunken, ugly miscreants, he was by far the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes upon, and you felt an alien sensation fluttering in your lower part of your stomach as he lifted from his chair, in that moment you had yet to be exposed to the ways of the world, you knew what intercourse was, you had been shown plenty of scientific diagrams, though you had no idea what this pleasant feeling was.


As Bucky’s legs carried him closer to the damsel in his cabin, he could smell a change in the air; it was you, you see Bucky was not just any normal human being; he could feel and know what anyone else was feeling, a good trait to have as a pirate. He could feel the blush spread from your bust to the tips of your ears, he could feel your heart fluttering behind your ribs as he neared you. As he spoke his breath gently whisped across your forehead.

Yet.. an innocent soul like you has never traveled the seas? Oh, darling, you will be of great use to me, I will show you the world beyond this one, just you wait.


A/N. So! Part 2, I hope everyone likes it, and enjoys reading it. Like i said this fic is gonna be a slow burn on both ends. Bucky is intrigued by Y/N, he knows she is an innocent soul looking for new things so HES GONNA GIVE EM TO HER AYEEEE 

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Love You Goodbye (Mature)

“Oh, why you wearing that to walk out of my life?

Oh, even though it’s over you should tonight

If tomorrow you won’t be mine

Won’t you give it to me one last time?

Oh, baby, let me love you goodbye”

It couldn’t be good. Definitely not. No one has ever received good news after the ‘we need to talk’ text. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding angrily in my chest.

[Y/N] said she’d be arriving any minute and dread filled my body more and more as I tried to swallow it. I sat on the couch in the midst of the silence, waiting.

All I could do was worry and panic and stress until ten minutes later when the noise I was expecting echoed through the room, and the sound was worse than I expected. Reluctantly, I got up to answer it.

The angel of a woman stood in front of me, wearing a white flowing dress that stopped just above her knees.

“Hey,” she whispered, not hesitating to come closer and embrace me. I feel her warmth and her chest pressing against me. “Can I come in?”

“Mhm.” I moved to the side hugging the door so she could walk in. She didn’t sit down.

“So, I just wanna say-“

“Don’t do this, it’s embarrassingly obvious what’s happening, just- don’t.”

“Justin, please-“

“Whatever it is, I’ll change it, I’ll make it better-“

“It’s not you baby,” she said sadly.

I couldn’t stop noticing how beautiful she looked in the dress she was wearing. I’d never seen it before.

“Then who is it? Whose fault is it?” I frowned, feeling my entire face tighten. None of it felt real.

“No one’s to blame. I just think it’s best if we don’t see each other anymore.” She looked so beautiful under the light. She was the brightest.

My heart shattered into pieces, a feeling I’d only ever heard about, I didn’t think it would hurt so much.

I swallowed. “Fine, whatever.”

“You don’t have to pretend Justin,” [Y/N] said with sympathy dripping from her voice, my jaw clenched and I had to refrain from throwing my eyes back.

Why wasn’t she hurting?

I didn’t speak for a while, I merely sat and let the events replay in my mind. I had questions, questions I knew I really didn’t want the answer to. I asked them anyway.

“Is there someone else?”

“No,” she whispered, her head swaying from left to right.

“Are you lying?”

Her face dropped. “No- of course not. There isn’t anyone else, I don’t think there will be for a while.”

“Then why are you doing this? Why are you breaking my heart?” I pleaded, forcing myself not to cry. I nipped the skin of my thigh instead, feeling the harsh sting numb my emotions.

“I just think it’s what’s best. I’m just not feeling it anymore and I knew I couldn’t live a lie, I couldn’t hurt you like that.”

I nodded. “Why are you wearing that?” I asked, looking her up and down.

“What do you mean? Do you not like it?”

“It doesn’t matter what I think. Why are you wearing that to walk out of my life?”

“I thought it was cute,” she protested, ignoring my question. Her fingers traced the hem of her dress.

“Okay,” I replied.

There was a pause filled with tension, the room was silent but my mind was the opposite.

“I think I should go,” she muttered, getting ready to make a move for the door.

“Don’t.” I blocked her path. “My hearts breaking, don’t fucking twist the knife.”

“What’s the point of me staying? I don’t want to hurt you Justin.”

“It’s a little late for that,” I snapped before I can process my words. She didn’t flinch.

“There’s no reason for me to stay, you need to admit that.” She was so much calmer than I, so collected. It didn’t ease my mind in thinking that she wasn’t at all heartbroken to be losing me. Us.

“Stay the night.”

[Y/N] sighed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“[Y/N], please.” I didn’t want to beg.


“Tomorrow you’re not going to be mine, you’re going to be out there living life without me in it, please, let me hold you, just for tonight,” I gave in and pleaded her merely because I needed her. She didn’t look ready to argue.

I took her hand and lead her towards the stairs. Neither of us spoke as I felt my heart stammering at the fact she held my hand so tightly. I knew that would be something I’d miss for a long, long time. I aimed for one specific room; my bedroom held so many memories of us and it only felt right to end it here.

I crawled into bed and pulled the covers back, motioning for her to lay beside me. I watched her closely as she did. I could feel the heat radiated off of her body when she fell into my side.  

“I love you so much,” I whispered, pulling her closer. I think it was closer than she expected because her body stiffened momentarily.

“I love you, too,” she said, and I was sure she was saying out of sympathy; I didn’t think she’d leave me if she loved me.

Leaning over, I pressed my lips to her cheek, lazily kissing her. Her eyes fluttered closed and I moved further down.

“Justin…” she whispered.

“One last time,” I rasped and she hummed, falling into me. “One more taste of you and I’ll be prepared to let you go if that’s what you want. Just to take me back.”

Ever so slowly, I rolled over so that I was hovered over her body, my lips never leaving the dip in near her collarbone. [Y/N] let out the softest of moans and I held onto it tightly.

My hand reached underneath her, immediately finding the zip and sliding it down. [Y/N] didn’t protest but just watched me while wrapping her hands around the back of my neck. Her dainty fingers played with the end of my hair and it sent shivers down my spine.

“Tell me you want it and you won’t regret it,” I said but didn’t wait to tug the dress down her body.

“We should end it right,” she spoke softly. “I’d regret it if we didn’t.”

I saw that as the green light telling me it was full speed ahead. Nothing else mattered anymore, not when the love of my life was laying underneath me, not when it was going to be the last time.

Resting my forehead on her shoulder, I brought my hand up to her covered chest, rubbing gently through the material the way I knew she liked; as a result, she pushed her hips up to me.

I couldn’t hold back a grin as I noticed the hungry look in her eye. The idea of her wanting me was all I needed, even if deep down I knew it wasn’t changing anything. It didn’t change the harsh reality that would hit me in the morning.

The straps of her bra abandoned her shoulders but she didn’t seem to mind. It gave me the confidence to reach behind her - running my fingertips over her soft skin as I went - and unclasped her bra. I threw it behind me carelessly.

“You’re stunning,” I whispered, leaning down to plant a sloppy kiss between her boobs. She whimpered while her fingers ran through my hair, making my cock twitch ever so slightly. I almost let out a strangled whimper of my own.

“Don’t take your time, please,” she whispered. My hips rutted against her and to my adoration, her back arched and her mouth dropped into the perfect ‘O’.

“Why?” I teased, running my tongue across her collarbone. “Do you need me?”

She nodded her head, her lips having been taken prisoner by her teeth. I bit down on her skin instead of abusing my lips. My fingers took their time fluttering against her skin, moving further South and aiming for the spot [Y/N] wanted me to be. They reached the hem of her underwear and her hips rolled just in time.

[Y/N] released a groan when I pulled my fingers away, but I managed to silence her by pushing my two fingers into the wetness of her mouth and feeling her tongue on the underside of them.


And she didn’t hesitate, and I think I fell in love with her just a little more at the way she obeyed me so easily. Her cheeks hollowed as she got to work, looking up at me innocently, knowing the sensation was going straight to the hard on in my boxers. I could feel her tongue dancing around my fingertips and my length strained painfully against its restriction.

Abruptly, I released them from her hold. It took seconds for me to dip into her underwear and pressed my slick fingers against her clit to which she gasped beautifully. A proud but subtle smile hit my lips while I moved my fingers in a slow, steady and teasing motion. I did this for some time before voicing what I couldn’t stop thinking about.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, look at you.” She smiled and it only added to her angelic look. “Is that good?”

“Mhm, b-but-“


“Gimme more, Jay, please.” She sighed with trembling thighs. I swiped my index finger down and deep inside of her, feeling her wetness surround it.

“Anything for my princess.” I was allowed to say that; it would only be true for a few more hours.

I stayed true to my word; I pushed two fingers into her suddenly, loving the way her body jolted in surprise. Her eyes looked up into my own, the pleasure coursing through her coming to light.

Every so often I curled my fingers inside of her, only knowing I was hitting the right spot when my name rolled off her tongue or her nails dug into the skin of my upper arms; the pain mixed well with the pleasure when she did this.

“I-I- Fuck, Justin, I need more n-now, please,” she gasped, her hair spreading across the pillows as she threw her head back. I took advantage of her exposed neck to leave her with something special, something she can look at in her first few days without me.

In a few minutes, her neck was painting of red and purple. I paid close attention to detail as I created a masterpiece with my tongue and my lips as my medium. Despite the fact that my concentration shifted, it didn’t stop my fingers from working [Y/N] to the brink of her orgasm.

“Fuck m-me,” she stuttered as she writhed underneath me. “Baby, please-“

She was absolutely wrecked at that point, and the sight mixed with her soft pants and whispers caused me to lose all sense of restraint and patience. I was clumsily grabbing the end of my t-shirt and pulling up over my head, and with great hesitation - not wanting to have to move away from her warmth - I climbed off the bed to discard my jeans, along with my boxers. A soft whimper danced its way into my ears as my throbbing erection hit my stomach.

“You can’t say you’re not going to miss this,” I rasped, towering over her frame once more. She looked so small and insignificant from up above, but I knew it was the exact opposite; she was everything that mattered.

“Please Justin,” she whispered, her fingers gripping my shoulders.

“Of course, baby,” I replied with my voice filled with love. “But I’m not going to rush this part, I don’t care how much you want it. If this is the last time, I’m gonna treasure you.”

And I did just that. I made sure that my hips rolled against her own in a slow and steady pace as I pushed up into her, not swallowing my moans whenever I felt one rising in my throat. Although, I did sometimes bite down on the skin of her neck to silence myself every now and then, enjoying her sweet gasps.

“God, you look so good,” I panted, feeling pleasure coursing through my body as I felt her warmth around me. “So fucking beautiful.”

My fingers fluttered across her nipples whenever they got the chance and [Y/N] gripped my wrists, keeping them there. I almost growled in response.

“You like that? My fingers on you?”

“God, yes..” Her head fell back, exposing her abused neck to me; my artwork on show once more.

The temperature became prominent as strained to keep myself above her while continuing my thrusts, but the burning in the pit of my stomach made it all worth it.

We rolled and writhed together on the double bed, just like we had done so many nights before. There was a pain in my heart when I thought back to those times; I was always so sure those moments would always be a constant thing in my life, that [Y/N] would always be there. I masked the hurt with pleasure, pushing deeper to please us both.

“B-Baby, I-I’m so close,” she whined and it caused my hips to buck with a little more vigour into her, feeling myself brush against her walls. “You got me worked up, I-I wanna-“

“Don’t let go, not yet.. just give me a minute,” I breathed out heavily. “I want to cum with you, alright?”

“Mhm.” She bit down on her bottom lip, bruising it and causing a darker shade of pink to appear. “Fuck, please hurry.”

She sounded as desperate as she looked and all it did was spur me on, my hips did figure eights thanks to the high arising in me. My eyebrows furrowed as I focused on that sensation in my groin, wanting it so [Y/N] could let go with me as soon as possible.

“[Y/N], c’mon.. n-now, cum for me, princess.”

I felt her clench around me, and if I hadn’t have noticed that, I would’ve been able to sense she’d reached her orgasm because her entire body stiffened seconds before she left out the loudest moan of the night. It was enough to send shivers down my spine as well as pushing me over the edge; [Y/N] voicing her pleasure always did something for me.

I slammed into her throughout our orgasms, mine coming to an end only seconds after hers. Our breathing synchronised while our bodies touched. It was silent for the first time in what felt like years.

“That was.. something,” I panted, running my fingers through the tangled mess of my hair.

“Mm, it was.”

I pressed a kiss onto her collarbone, knowing it’d be the last time I did.

“Stay the night,” I whispered against the smoothness of her skin. “Whether you want to go another round or just lay here, please, just stay.”

In the end, I got to see her so full of pleasure for the second and last time, and lord knows I cherished the sight of her beneath me. I loved her goodbye that night, saying my farewells with my hands. The next morning, I hugged her goodbye before letting her slip between my fingertips forever.


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Anon asked:  “ Can I request a BTS reaction to finding out you go to therapy for depression & suicidal thoughts”

A/N: I am going to tweak it just a little bit and only mention depression as one of the themes as I am not comfortable talking about anything suicide related.Also I made it so that they didnt know about the depression to begin with. I am sorry anon and I hope that its okay for you :)

If you are reading this and you do struggle with depression I want you to know that you can do it. I want to tell you that you can get through it because you are stronger than your mind. You are stronger than all the negative emotions. Please don’t give up. Keep fighting because I know you can. If anyone ever needs to talk please do message me. Don’t struggle alone and shoulder this by yourself. I struggle with anxiety so I can understand. You are not as alone as you think. Stay strong. <3

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I believe Jin would be very very very shocked. He expects a lot from himself and somewhere he prides himself on being a caring person. So I think he would blame himself for not taking care of you sooner. I imagine he would beat himself up over it. 

He accidentally overheard you talking to your therapist on the phone, and that’s how he found out you went to therapy. He didn’t really know how to react and how to ask you because he felt like he failed you. He came behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulder. “I am sorry” he whispered. You were puzzled by his reaction. Before you could speak he continued on “Why didn’t you tell me y/n? You know I would have helped you right?” You could feel his tears spilling on your shoulder. “I am sorry too. I didn’t want to burden you” you replied in a raspy voice. “Lets be together babe. Forever. Let me take care of you okay?” he kissed your shoulder. 


I think he would be hurt the most and he would understand it the best. He would be like Jin in the sense that he would feel he failed but not for the same reason. Because has been though depression I think he would even hate himself to an extent for not figuring it out sooner. 

The moment you told him you had depression and went to therapy for it he would break down. He would apologize to you again and again. “I am so sorry for having been such a bad boyfriend” he would cry and wrap you tightly in his arms, afraid that you would vanish from before his eyes if he didn’t. “Yoongi dont..” he cut you off. before you could continue “No y/n you dont understand. I should have known because I have been through it. I should have seen it” he berated himself. “You have me y/n. You will always have me. Lets get through it together okay? Please be strong for me because I cant lose you” he kissed your forehead while one of his arms was still wrapped around your shoulders.


He is a very rational guy, so I think he would be the calmest out of them all. But that doesn’t mean he wont be hurting. I think for your sake he would keep a cool and calm front. But he would be very sad on the inside. 

Namjoon listened to you as you told him about your depression and that you had been seeking help for it. “I am so proud of you. You know that?” he smiled at you while holding your hands in his as a gesture of his understanding and support. He would move closer to you and embrace you. “My baby is very strong. I am so so so proud of you for being so brave. It makes me respect you and love you even more” he said while trying to blink away the tears. You couldn’t see his face but he was hurting just as much as you were. “I am here with you. Come to me anytime, and I will help you. Dont hide from me anymore please” he softly said. “Thank you” you replied. He tightened his arms around you even more and rocked you both back and forth. 


He is very emotional and he cares too deep so I think he would most likely cry.He would be very hurt and sad that you had to go through something like that. I don’t think he would let you out of his sight after finding out. 

Tears were pouring down his face as you let out all your feelings. “Y/n” he choked out your name and he opened his arms. He motioned for you to come to him and he cried on your shoulder. “I am never letting you out of my sight. For your next appointment you are taking me with you. Promise?” he asked you as he wiped his tears. “Thank you Hoseok. For caring so much” you avoided his gaze. “No. Thank you y/n. For telling me. I love you and I am going to love you so much more that your heart will be filled with nothing but me” he said as he kissed you all over your face. “I am never letting you be sad again. You have to promise me that no matter what happens, you will come to me first.” he said as he gazed into your eyes. “Please trust me.” he said in a raspy voice.


I think Jimin would be a mix of Yoongi, Namjoon and Hoseok. At first he would be too shocked to respond, but as your words sunk in he would realize that he needed to be there for you and that he needed to take care of you even more.  

Jimin had no idea that you were depressed to begin with and when you sat him down and told him he went very silent. “Jimin” you had to shake him to get him to respond. “Baby how long? Why did I never…” the questions were more for him than you. As you told him your story, tears started building up in his eyes. He kind of sat shocked, but at the same time he felt angry at himself for not being able to see that behind every laugh, every smile, every word of yours was a lot of suffering. “You aren’t alone anymore. You are not going to be sad anymore because I am going make sure that every moment you spend is a happy one” he brought you close to him and held you there silently. He looked into your eyes and all he hoped for you to see was the love he had for you.


I think Taehyung would be very understanding and supportive. Contrary to what a lot of people think, he wouldn’t be confused. I think he would really understand you and offer his full support and love to you. Behind all the silliness, is a very deeply emotional guy, so he would know the right things to say.

Taehyung was very calm as you told him about your depression struggles. After a moment of silence he brought your hands in his and kissed each of your fingers. “You have always been the light in dark for me y/n. But now let me the happiness in your sad times. Let me do everything for you. Let me take care of you.” he genuinely smiled at you. You nodded your head as tears fell from your eyes. He cupped your face and kissed your tears away. He brought his lips over yours and kissed you softly but deeply. It took your breath away. “Tae I don’t know how to thank you” you said meekly. “Shh.” he shook his head and sat you on his lap while whispering soothing words to you.


I think he has grown up a lot so he will be able to handle the situation. He would quietly listen to you, but somewhere he would be angry at himself. He would be angry because he didn’t meet you sooner to help you through the tough times. He felt bad and guilty for not being able to protect you when all he wanted to do was keep you safe.

His hands were balled into fists on his knees. He was trying hard to control the anger he was feeling at himself. “I am sorry for not being able to protect you, not just from the world but from yourself.” he mumbled as he tried to choke back the tears. He took a deep breath and spoke in a more smoother voice. “You don’t know this but I swore that I would always be there for you. I swore to myself that I would always love you. So please y/n let me love you and be there for you.” You nodded in response and he continued. “We’re going to get through this together. This is my problem too now. I’ll be your shoulder to cry on, like I always should have been. So come to me anytime. Please” he pleaded . He pulled you into his chest and softly hummed to you. 

*please excuse any spelling errors*

I hope you like this anon! I also made this vey gender neutral as you requested! Have a lovely day ahead everyone

Stay Happy. Stay Healthy. Stay Beautiful 



Dialogue Prompts: Angst No.2
  1. “Just say you love me… please…”
    “I’m sorry, I can’t…”
  2. “I never loved you.”
  3. “You’re the reason why my whole life as been a lie…”
  4. “I can’t count on you even if my life depended on it and right now it does…”
  5. “Kill Me… I don’t care… It’s better than being stuck with you.”
  6. “Can you just stay? Please…”
    “I think it’ll be better if I go…”
  7. “I-It Wasn’t… I DIDN’T MEAN TO…”
    “You never “mean to” but it just happens… right?”
  8. “You were never mine… I never had that right…”
    “I’m sorry…”
    “Yeah… I am too…”
  9. “You can’t keep coming back and expect me to welcome you with open arms… It doesn’t work like that…”
  10. “What could you possibly want now (G/N)?
  11. “Would you just li–”
    “Why should I?! So you can lie to me again??”
  12. “I l–”
    “Please… Don’t…”
  13. “I need to go… get out of here…”
  14. “In what world did you think that would possibly be okay?!”
  15. “This is what you were after all along… You never loved me… You loved the idea of owning me…”
  16. “What do you want me to do??”
  17. “Why do you keep picking on me?!”
  18. “Why can’t I let you go…”
    “I did… but apparently, it’s not enough…”
Nothing’s Changed

Originally posted by rhyangosling

Beast!Adam x Reader

Nothing’s Changed

Prompt: How about one where the curse breaks for everyone else (The servants, the castle, the forest, etc.) But not for Adam.

Note: OOOooooooooh yas.

When you found Adam, he had locked himself in his room. The final petal had fallen. All of his friends…his family had become nothing more than knickknacks forever. And he, well, Adam was doomed to live out the rest of his life in this form. As a beast.

He wasn’t mad at you, despite it all. It wasn’t your fault. You hadn’t made him a prince so choked with pride and selfishness that he wouldn’t even accept a kindly old woman into his castle, a prince so obsessed with beauty that he turned away any person in whom he found none.

And now…now, he had finally gotten what he deserved. He didn’t deserve your love. He didn’t deserve your pity. He didn’t even deserve to stand in your presence.

“Adam?” Your voice was quiet, tentative. You had been forced to watch as the others had frozen into the items they had become. Quiet. Useless. Tears were streaming down your cheeks. “Adam, please.”

“What?” His deep voice sounded so defeated. You could tell he was sitting on the other side of the heavy wooden door, wallowing in shame or guilt or something of that matter.

“Adam, I’m so sorry.” You didn’t even know what to say to him. The curse hadn’t broken, not that you knew what would break it anyway, but now he was trapped. A man forever cursed to remain inside a beast.

“It’s not your fault.” He stated. “It’s mine. Go home. Please. I can’t doom you to a life of loneliness too.”

“I’m…I’m not leaving.”

“You can’t just stay-”

“Where would I even go? Back to the village? Not happening.”


“Open the door, Adam. Please.”

There was a long patch of silence. And then, begrudgingly, Adam got up off of the floor and pushed the door open an inch. One of his icy blue eyes met yours and sent a shiver down your spine.

“Why are you still here?”

“Because I care about you.” You replied, pulling the door open further. Little did you know that the two of you were not alone. As you took a step closer to the fearsome beast, the enchantress’ hidden eyes watched, intrigued. “Because…I love you. And I’m not going to leave you. Not now when you need me most.”

A wave of magic tore through the castle, spreading from the space between the two of you. As it spread, the walls became brighter, the statues less menacing, and when you and Adam reached the ballroom, the servants came to life.

And yet, despite the curse lifting from the castle and all of its inhabitants, Adam remained a beast. Through the heartfelt reunions and celebrations, nothing changed. But Adam noticed that despite everything happening around the two of you, the way you looked at him didn’t change either. It wasn’t as though he was hideous in your eyes now just because he could be human. And it surprised him when the realization hit: Despite it all, you still cared for him.

It was hours and hours later that he finally retired to bed. You walked to the West Wing with him. He closed the door behind the two of you. Adam had told you he wanted to talk, but now that he had you here, with that look on your face and the glimmer in your eyes, he wasn’t sure what he was going to say. But he swallowed the lump in his throat and figured he’d give it a shot.

“I want to give you another chance,” Adam stated, eventually finding the words. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to stay here…with me. You deserve someone…someone who’s not…”

“Listen.” You took one of his paws in both of your hands. “I’m not going anywhere. I mean it.”

“I can’t give you everything someone else could.”

“I don’t care.” You looked up into his eyes. “No matter what happens, no matter what comes our way, we will get through it together. I promise.” You threw your arms around him and rested your head on his chest, where you could hear his heart hammering away. “I love you.”

“I…I love you too.” He gingerly wrapped his arms around your smaller frame, careful not to hurt you in the process.

And when the enchantress saw that your love was true, it was then that she cast her magic.

Imagine being Rick's girlfriend and Negan wanting you.

(Alright I know I had the Andrea request to post before this one but I still wasn’t done with it…sorry :’( but I had this one ready so i’m posting it before. Don’t worry tomorrow I promise i’ll post the other request :D. Hope I got this request right and it makes sense, it’s quite a long one…Gif not mine/Found it on google)

You and Rick have been together since the prison had gone down.

You were with him and Carl and eventually grew closer. You had stayed by his side all to keep him safe and alive.

The time he hasn’t responded you it had made you cry and you kept talking to him in hopes he would hear you.

You were crying and kept your head down.
“Rick…Rick…please…please just wake up…you can’t leave…not yet…I…I love you…I really do…”
He opened one eye and smiled
Getting your head up you yelled “Rick!”

In that instant you grabbed him and held him in a tight hug.

He laughed and said “Never thought I’d wake up being so happy…”

You held him and said “Rick…I thought you would leave me…”

Pulling out you continued “Just wait till I get Carl!”

You tried getting up but he caught your arm and pulled you in a kiss. You kissed him back and when he stopped he told you “Didn’t wanna know my thoughts before getting Carl?”

Shy you blushed and laughed. You then said “I…I didn’t expect you to hear it! Well…now you know and…”

He kissed you again and after said “You sure are cute when you’re nervous!”

You laughed and got out of his hold to go and get Carl. That day had one of the most beautiful moment you had since the outbreak.


As you were in Alexandria, your relationship with Rick, Carl and Judith had just seem to grow stronger.

The morning Maggie felt sick, Rick and the others were preparing to leave and get to the Hilltop colony to get a doctor for her.

After what you and your group did to the Saviors, you always felt worried that something would happen to Alexandria or worst to the people that were dear to you.

While everyone was preparing to get Maggie out, you had decided to get whatever you needed and go with them.


However as you walked to the RV Rick stood in front of you and said “Y/N…You need to stay here and look after Carl and Judith…I don’t want you out there…It’s not safe…”

“No I need to go…” Before you could say anything more he cut you off and said “You can’t, you need to stay here and keep the others safe, especially Carl and Judith”

As he said the words you saw Carl get in the RV and looked back at Rick.

“How am I suppose to keep him safe if he’s going to?”

As you said you got in the RV and continued

“Besides Gabriel and the others are looking after Judith!”

By then Rick just had to let you come along.


In the RV you stayed by Maggie’s side and held her hand. You comforted her and made sure she wasn’t in too much pain.

The road was long and even longer as some men had been blocking the path. The sight of them had made you even more anxious about Alexandria and you could only hope that your home was going to be okay.

You were all now at the end of the last road and once more it was blocked.
Luckily Eugene came up with a plan to trick the Saviors who were following you, by driving the RV while the rest of you walked in the woods to reach destination.

As you prepared to walk in the darkness, before you could leave you had hugged Eugene and thanked him for what he was willing to do for all of you.


You had all been walking in the woods for about an hour in the dark. Even in the dark you still held and stayed by Maggie’s side.

The more you got further from the road the more you seemed anxious. Something felt wrong, sure there were high chances of all of you walking towards walkers but something felt else just felt just as sinister.

And that’s when you were right.

You all heard whistles coming from each side of the forest. All looking at each other, you all ran as far as you could together trying to get away from it.


Unfortunately, you all had to come to a stop as you were surrounded by so many people and a few cars came driving along the road.

A man came up to all of you and brought Eugene to show all of you that the plan had failed. He then said “I’m going to need all of your weapons and on your knees…”

Rick stared at him and that’s when the man pointed his gun at Carl and ordered “Now…”

Rick looked back at everyone and you. He seemed so confused and just had to accept what was happening.

The other Saviors came up to you and frisked you to take your weapons.

Afterwards you all got on your knees, even Maggie.

Afraid her condition might get worst you had stayed next to her to hold her if anything were to happen.

As everyone was on their knees, the man called for someone and they came back with your friends that had left looking for Daryl that morning.

It had surprised you and honestly seeing them alive relived you but it also made you nervous.


As You were all lined up , the man then walked over to an RV and knocked on it.

A man walked out, you couldn’t see his face but you heard him say

“Pissin’ our pants yet?” He smirked and walked out of the darkness.

And continued “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting close…”

He was tall and was wielding a barbed wire baseball bat. In all honesty, he scared you and you couldn’t look at him straight in the eyes.

He walked over to the other end, where Carl was and said “It’s going to be pee pee pants city real soon…”

“Now which one of you is the leader” he said. His man pointed at Rick and he continued “You’re Rick right? I’m Negan”

Hearing his name had scared you even more. You had heard horror stories from this man and had hoped you all had eliminated him when you attacked the Saviors but unfortunately you knew now you didn’t.

Negan continued and talked to Rick about how his men were killed by you and your group.

“You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes…” He had a serious looked and suddenly smiled and said “Yes you are!”

He started to speak again and walked along the line to get a closer look of everyone’s face.

But when he got to you, he stopped and stared. You stared back up and made eye contact with. His smile got even wider and he had a sparkle in his eyes. Love at first sight wasn’t something Negan would’ve believed in but seeing you he knew what the feeling meant.

You on the other hand stared back on the ground.

“And who do we have here?!” he said

You didn’t answer him but Rick almost got up until Negan’s man held a gun behind him to get him to get back on his knees.

Negan laughed and said “Oh…I get it…she’s your other half!”

Rick could only stare at you and back on the ground.

“Yeah…a fine piece huh!… Man, this is going to be hard to pick someone to beat…”

He stayed in front of you and playfully arranged his outfit and hair as if to impress you and asked you “You like this? Huh! Come on honey…Me and you…can you picture it?”

You glared at him and he laughed and said “Don’t tempt me like that! Not here! There’s other people here, not to mention your man…”

He then got closer to Rick and said “You see Rick…we’ve been investing in all of you…you have shit…you give it to us…If not..”

He showed his bat named Lucille as he walked along the line and said “All this…all this is just a pick out of which one of you gets the honor…”

He paused and continued “But seeing as you are all scared shitless now! I’m willing to be lenient and offer a different deal… We’ll only take half of your shit! And no one’s needs to get hurt…physically! That is.”

He walked back to you and stared at you again “Yeah…half of your shit…” And laughed

In that instant Rick knew what he meant, Negan wanted you and half of Alexandria’s supplies. Rick wanted to get close to you but couldn’t he saw the fear in your eyes as Negan shamelessly stared at you .

He started to feel even more anxious and nervous and tears started to come to his eyes. It was clear he was crying and try to held it in.

He felt so weak for not being able to do anything to save you, to save his son and to save his friends.

Negan shook his head and walked back to Rick and said

“No…No…You can’t cry! You’re their leader! You can’t be weak like this, I mean you weren’t weak when you sneaked behind my back and killed my men right? So you can’t be weak when i’m offering you a better deal than I’ve ever offered to anyone.”

Rick was having a hard time to breathe between his sob, he shook his head and managed to tell Negan

“She’s…she’s mine…you…can’t… you can’t have her!”

Negan could only laugh and say “Rick…this is the only deal…You don’t want to leave with someone’s dead body right?”

Rick could only keep saying “She’s mine…”

Negan smiled and told him “Yes, like I said I’ll take half of your shit…and half of your shit includes her!”

While pointing his finger at you.

anonymous asked:

From prompt list 30 and 36 for Nessian

WOWOWOWOWOW i hurt my own heart with this one.

30. “Go away! I don’t ever want to see you again!”

36. “I don’t know who I am without you.”

“Nesta? Where are you, sweetheart?” I peeked around the front door of our shared flat before I cautiously entered. Rhys had met me in the House of Wind, warning me that Nesta was upset. Really, really upset.

I crept down the hall, aware that she could come around the corner and quite possibly throw a punch. I found her in the bedroom, furiously throwing her things into a bag.

“Nesta?” I breathed, stunned. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” She whirled around to face me, her face twisted in disgust.

“Don’t you dare call me that.” Noting the confusion in my face, she scoffed.

“What did I do?” She kept her icy gaze pinned on me. I wracked my brain, trying to come up with an answer as to why she was so upset and- oh shit. The blood drained from my face as I realized what she knew.

“That’s what I thought.” She stated flatly, turning back to her open bag. Stuffing in a few more shirts, she spat, “How was she? Did she make your head spin?” I could feel her hurt

I grabbed her by the elbow as she walked past me. “Nesta, please, can we at least talk about this first? Please, just let me-“

“Don’t touch me!” Nesta fumed, venom coating her voice as she ripped her arm out of my grasp. “Go away! I don’t ever want to see you again!” Her words struck me at my core. Tears built up behind my eyes, threatening to spill over. She couldn’t leave. I had to make her stay, had to make her understand. I fell to my knees before her, clutching at her velvet dress. Pride be damned, I would beg her to stay.

“Nesta, baby, please. I don’t know who I am without you.” My voice was hoarse, giving away the extent of my soul splitting pain. She closed her eyes, pushing down her own rising emotions. “Please don’t leave me.” She didn’t deign to look at me.

“No Cassian. You swore.” Her voice broke as she brought her hazel eyes down to meet mine. “You swore you wouldn’t ever betray me like that.” I hung my head in shame, running my hands through my hair as that moment replayed in my mind over and over.

“I swear to you, by the Cauldron, that kiss meant nothing, Nesta.” My chest tightened as she shook her head at me, a single tear tracing its way down her perfect cheek. “Please, you are the only person that matters in my life. I need you.” Sobs wracked my body as I buried my face in the folds of her skirts.

“I can’t even look at you right now.” She whispered, and the dam inside me broke. Tears spilled down my cheeks in earnest, and Nesta pushed me away. She turned toward the door and walked down the hall. She paused only once, resting a hand on the threshold. I felt my heart shatter as she took one more glance over her shoulder.

“Goodbye, Cassian.”

I’m so afraid to lose you. Your the most realest person it seems almost not real. I’m so very deeply in love with you. I would be so lost without your beautiful smile that I wake up to. That I call mine every single day of every single year. I really hope that we can last forever. 

Because this feeling is something I’ve never felt properly and I love it so much. I want it to be my special feeling. My addiction. My healthy habit. That only you and I share.

Stay with me. Please.

—  @poetpastry

A Guide To Paranormal, Aliens, Cryptozoology, &    Everything Strange Shows/ TV!: Documentary Edition! ===================================

  • Ghost Adventures
  • Paranormal State
  • Ghost Hunters
  • Destination Truth
  • Paranormal Witness
  • Haunted collector
  • Ghost Hunters International
  • Fact or Faked: Paranormal Files
  • The Haunted
  • The Dead Files
  • My Ghost Story: Caught on Camera    
  • A Haunting
  • Scariest Places on Earth
  • Ghost Mine
  • Haunted Highway
  • Ghostly Encounters   
  • The Unexplained
  • Most Terrifying Places in America   
  • Ghost Lab
  • Weird Travels
  • Creepy Canada
  • The Haunting of…
  • Celebrity Ghost Stories
  • monster quest
  • Ancient Aliens
  • Haunted Lives: True Ghost Stories
  • Most Haunted
  • Paranormal Cops
  • Haunting Evidence
  • Psychic Kids
  • Ghost Asylum


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*Please Note that This is just “Documentary & Non-fiction” Category Shows. NOT Fiction! Thank you and if I missed one you enjoy please message or comment and I would be happy to add!* -Stay Spooky!

for @hpminorcharnet’s creation event: lightning era

excerpts of letters dean thomas sent seamus finnigan during their hogwarts years

i. this is so cool! first holiday away from each other and we finally get to write some letters!! it’s weird not waking up around you and the other guys but it’s nice to have personal space again. i sent your christmas present the other day so i hope it has arrived? if not then let me know and i’ll tell the family owl off. i did a couple of drawings of you and the other gryffindor guys the other day, i’ll send some along with this - hope you like them!!

ii. yeeeeeessss!! you owe me two galleons when we get back to school. this is why you don’t bet on sports you don’t understand, finnigan. i knew west ham would come top five!!! second place whoop whoop!! :) :) :)

iii. i really like professor lupin. i think he’s interesting. he has this kind of vibe about him where he clearly knows loads about defending people from dark magic but he’s still kind of self conscious. or i get that sort of feeling. i am doing so well in the subject ever since he arrived, though. i hope he sticks around. he’s a miracle worker, clearly, and probably one of the best teachers we will EVER have!!! i know last term you said he was mysterious but reading about the topics he’s taught us is so weird because we know so much more than what is written in books. for once in my life i feel like hermione granger- i know more than my textbook!! hahah see you in a few days- please bring some exploding snap or wizard’s chess. you’re the best, seamus.

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I Can Take Care of You

Hello! I absolutely loved the last one you wrote for me. Can I have a Fred x Reader where she wakes up really sick and Fred gets all protective and takes care of her? Thank you! Much love❤ 

Imagine for @goodthatshank


After Madam Pomfrey checked in on you and made sure that your head was healing well, she left you and Fred and went on to another student just a few beds down to tend to them. “I miss seeing your face in the common room and in the great hall and in potions and in charms.” He let out a laugh and reached his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. “How long was I actually out?” You asked noticing that your throat was dry and scratchy when you talked. “3 days,” the way he said it made it sound very nonchalant and normal, “well 3 and a half if you consider Saturday afternoon when you actually got hit by the bludger.” He put his hand in yours again and sat up straight ready to answer any more questions you had or get anything you wanted or needed. “So that’s what happened!” Your free hand reached up and touched the right side of your head where it seemed to have a heartbeat of its own. When your fingertips made contact you could feel a sizable bump through your hair and it hurt to put any sort of pressure on it. You winced in pain and put your hand back down. “Best not to touch it, love.” Fred grabbed an ice pack from the bedside table and pressed it to your head gently. The throbbing went down and so did the amount of pressure in your head. Fred chuckled “Madam Pomfrey said that if she even tried to heal a hit of this size that she would risk turning one side of your brain to mush.” He told you letting out laugh. “Why are you laughing, Fred?! I could’ve not remembered who I was or how to ride a broom. Maybe not even remember what magic is,” he was still laughing, “I could’ve not remembered you.” He instantly stopped laughing and looked you in the eyes. “That not something to joke about! I don’t know if I could get you to love me again! It was hard enough convincing you to go on a date with me the first time.” He said light sighing knowing that you were only joking, but still remembering how you turned him down 6 times for Hogsmead dates before you finally caved in and said yes the 7th time. “Oh I think you could’ve done it,” you said with a small smile, “you’re pretty charming, babe.” You let out a crackling laugh and let Fred lean in for a quick kiss. That evening Madam Pomfrey had sent you back to the dormitories to get sleep in your own bed and see if that got you back to your normal self. You felt fine and thought you would be able to go back to class, that was until you woke up at 3 am to vomit. After you washed out your mouth you sat in the common room in your favorite large armchair just watching the flames flicker and die in the fireplace. “Are you feeling alright?” You turned to see Fred coming down the staircase from the boys dorm. “Yeah, better now.” You said pulling your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs. “Katie came and knocked on the door and told me you were sick. I came down to check on you.” He said squeezing into the armchair beside you. You leaned back onto his chest and let his fingers drift into your hair. “Thank you,” you closed your eyes and felt Fred’s chest moving rhythmically up and down with each breath. He placed a kiss on the top your head, “I’ll be here if you need me.” He let out a deep breath and you both ended up falling back asleep cuddled into each other’s bodies. Your sleep didn’t last too long before you were up again at 10 till 6 with a terrible headache. Your head started pounding so loud that it was all you could hear. The small amount of light coming from the fireplace and the moonlight was so painful you couldn’t bare to open your eyes. “Freddie?” You sat up slowly and tapped his chest to wake him. “Yes, love?” his voice was groggy and you could tell he was tired. “I think I need to go back to the hospital wing so Pomfrey can help me and you can get some rest.” You tried to get up, but your legs were shaking and you could barely open your eyes. Fred pulled you back down into the chair and let your head rest on his chest again. He intertwined his legs with your and let his chin rest on the top of your head. “No you won’t,” he pulled you close, “I’m your boyfriend and I can take care of you.” He placed a peck on your forehead and felt it burn beneath his soft lips. “Love, you’re boiling,” he leapt up from the chair got you a glass of water. “Drink, darling, you’ll feel better.” He placed the glass in you thin fingers and watched you gulp down the water making sure you were okay. “My head is pounding, Fred.” At this point your pain had turned into anger. You couldn’t help yourself get better and you hated not being able to take care of your own problems. “Okay, what do you need? What can I get for you?” He could sense your frustration and wanted to stop it before it was turned on him. “I don’t know, Fred,” you threw your hands up and leaned into the plush cushion of the chair, “if I knew then I would’ve gotten it by now.” “Baby, I know you’re upset and you don’t feel well, but I’m trying to help you,” he knelt down in front of you and placed his hands on your cheeks. His hands felt rough on the smooth skin on your face, you could feel the blisters that had stared to grow since Fred was too stubborn to wear his gloves during quidditch practice. He looked deep into your eyes, “Just tell me what you want if you don’t know what you need.” He whispered very gently, running his thumb over your lower lip. Tears started crawling their way down from your tired, weary eyes down your cheeks and onto your sweet boyfriends hands. “I just want my head to stop throbbing.” It came out as a whimper as you buried your face into the crook of Fred’s neck and inhaled his soft scent. Fred lifted up your seemingly fragile body and sat you both down on the couch. You lay on top of him cuddled into his body trying to stay as close as possible and feel his warmth against your body. “I love you so much, Freddie” you huffed out before falling asleep again. “I love you too.” He kissed you gently into your hair and pulled you close to him hoping that just by being closer his love would help your headache. Xx all writing is mine! Please give me credit if you use it. Much love! xX ——————— Please send in all your requests! Let me know if you want me to continue this story as well and I will continue to write! Love you guys and can’t wait to see all your suggestions! x

Before the BAU

I had an idea the other day and I thought it would make a good CM x reader fic  where a case that the reader worked on comes back to haunt her. also this will be set in the future probably 3 years after season 12 but Reid is not in jail. Also there will be some references from pervious seasons that I’ll use and also there is one that isn’t to obvious so if you do find then let me know as it will be mentioned later on if I make this a multi-fic.  

It may or may not be a multi fic but if you guys do want it to be a multi fic then don’t hesitate to message me! So I hope you enjoy it and requests are open so go send me your requests if you have any!

Tags: @hanny-bananny

Originally posted by toyboxboy

“DANIEL KNIGHT, FBI! PUT THE GUN DOWN AND LET HIM GO!“ Emily shouted as she, Rossi, Reid and Tara aimed the their guns at Daniel.  


Just then Y/N came in unarmed and just in her bulletproof vest with her arms up in the air“Daniel, I'm Agent Y/N Y/L/N of the FBI’s State Department and I need you to calm down for me okay?” Y/N said as she signalled to the others to holster guns, whilst Daniel pointed the gun at her

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7 SECONDS (A Sasusaku Ficlet)

Note: You can somehow consider this as a preview for the finale of my inter-connected-one-shot-fics More Than Words and Never Again No. This is also a stand-alone fic but nevertheless, connected to my 3-part SS fics. This is my idea for Sasusaku’s first kiss and it’s set as Sasuke’s dream for the part 3 which is coming up soon! Please tell me your thoughts about it. I hope you enjoy! Xo

ExcerptIt only took 7 fucking seconds for her to kill me and send me to my heaven. I never knew she could be this lethal.

Sasusaku Pairing (1,003 words)

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He finally had met her, but if she wasn’t the most deliciously frustrating, annoyingly aggravating and tempting creature he ever laid his eyes on he’d be lying. 

Perhaps Amores knew something after all, or perhaps his fellow primordial had paid enough attention to him to finally send him, his one. Either way, Namjoon was grateful and he cherished the time he had with her. 

Time had a way of doing what it wanted, he controlled it but it was also subject to it’s own rules. Namjoon being the essence of what it really was operated outside of it. He saw everything as it was, as it happened and as it would be. The thing was, it was subjective, like the future. They weaved together through the cosmos is a dance that he didn’t quite fully understand himself. 

Humans, they were all so…worried about everything. Time for this, time for that. Cursing time when it was too fast, and dreading when it was too slow. They wished it to hurry by when young, and grasped onto it’s coattails when they were old. 

He’d seen so many centuries, countless millennia, and there were those who understood his time but not many who just truly let it be. Then there was her, something about her, made everything stand still. 

He went to his favorite cafe, slowed everything down and just watched. A woman with a brown bag full of bread, slowly the bread started to crumble, it would be moldy soon. It just took time. 

A bird’s wings flapped in the air, the wing beats not up and down but half circle as the creature reached out it’s clawed feet to alight on the ground. 

A cup was spilling, the brown liquid seeping into the white tablecloth and spreading slowly. Then he made it go by fast, cars whizzing by, the sun went from noon to evening and the street lights came on. 

Then regular pace, the waiter seemingly unaware of everything that was going on brought him the check. He paid and left, another day, nothing new. 

He stepped out onto the sidewalk and someone crashed into him. It was her, full lips and slender jaw. Curly hair wisped around her face, frizzy from the humidity. She smiled at him, and for the first time in his life he was the one who moved in slow motion. It was him who had to pause and make sure he captured this moment. 

His arms captured hers, stopping her fall, gripping tight onto her white pullover. Her legs steadying themselves as he righted her. “What is your name?” 

She looked confused. “I’m sorry, I just ran into you and…uhh…” She gave it to him, smirking as she did so. “And you are?”

“Namjoon. Call me Namjoon, let me take you out.” He wasn’t about wasting opportunities, it was true that mortals lives were short and the sooner she was his, the longer hers would be. He would not wait another lifetime. 

Her hands were on his shoulders and she took a step back. “I don’t know Namjoon I’ve just met you.” 

“I’ll make it worth your while.” He smiled at her, his dimples deep in his cheeks. “I promise.” 

Holding out his phone he pushed it into her hands. “Number and name. I will call you tonight and we can set something up.” 

She laughed taking it, and doing exactly as he asked. “You don’t waste time do you?” 

“Every day you wait is another one you won’t get back.” He quoted, his fingers brushing against hers. 

“True enough.” She grinned at him and adjusted her bag. “Talk to you tonight, Namjoon.” 

He nodded watching her walk away, noticing how the muscles of her thighs  moved beneath the fabric of her sweats. She was a gorgeous woman, and he could spend an eternity looking at her. 

He was late to the first date, then the second. He didn’t do it on purpose he was so nervous about screwing something up that he just…lost track of his thoughts and drifted off. It was on the third that he kissed her, Seokjin suggested he do so. She was eager for his lips. He made every moment count, but the moment the words slipped from her lips he panicked. 

“I like you Namjoon, I do…a lot.” She fiddled with her keys. 

He wasn’t mortal but he knew these lines. He’d watched enough movies. “However?” 

“I should be truthful with you. I’m sick. I have a condition. I could die. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you-” He cut her off with a kiss. 

All the more reason to tell her who he was, wrapping her body in his arms he whisked her from this plain to his. The Void, an endless cosmos, taking her hand and showing her his clocks. 

“I can make it stop. I can make it stop for you. You are my one. No one else but you. Just stay with me and tell me you’re mine. Complete me. Please.” He begged her, pleaded with her, tried to explain to her. 

“Who am I? Who am I to deserve this? Namjoon take me back, please.” His eyes held a sadness. He looked at her, truly looked. 

Her skin slowly aging, but she would be as she was now in 10 years. Her eyes blinking slowly, full of life but hiding the dark secret therein. He held her hand and took her back. Inside her home, helping her sit down. 

He knelt before her. “I’ve seen this play out. It takes us so long to find our one, and we’ve played this game for millennia, just stay with me. Love me, do as I say and let me take you and I will be your slave.” 

“There are other people who are dying and deserve to live, why am I so special?” She whispered, her face in her hands. 

Kissing her exposed knees, he wished he could just posses her wholly. “You are the one that completes me, you are my lesson in humanity.” 

Her eyes were watery, a single tear sliding down her cheek as she smiled. “This is why the gods envy us. We are mortal, and any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. Maybe this is your lesson, I will never be here again, so make time count.” 

Yea, I love that quote from Troy, I remixed it to fit my thing but I really like that movie!

Jungkook as Oceanus

Yoongi as Noctis

Seokjin as Amores

Namjoon as Tempus

Taehyung as Aether

Hoseok as Solis

Jimin as Terra

The Road (Part 3)

Dean X Reader 

Warnings: Angsty AF

Tags: @everydayrandomlife, @brandinicole911, @guiltyissues, @mogaruke, @bananakid42, @wolfshifter4life

Part 1, Part 2 

Behind the bunker is a large field, with the greenest grass and the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen. My favorite spot is at the top of the big hill while the sun cascades from the sky, enveloping me in the warmest hug. I would come out here and escape from my problems whenever possible. I would just lay there for hours on end, listening to the birds chirping and watching the clouds float by. Then one day Dean came out looking for me. At first I was disappointed, someone found my happy place. As he sat next to me, I expected some sort mockery for just laying here, or anger that I wasn’t helping them research, but neither occurred. Much to my surprise, he said nothing, not even a hello. He just laid down and closed his eyes. We stayed there till the sun went down. It was no longer my place, it was ours.

The darkness begins to fade as my eyes slowly begin opening. Everything hurts, and my mouth feels like it has a thousand cotton balls in it. The cold concrete ground is harsh on my face. Barley able to breath I somehow manage to call out “Cas”. The sound came out in a barely audible poof, but to my dismay, Cas appears.  

“(Y/N)! What happened!” Relief floods me as Cas puts his hands over my body, ready to heal me. But the sweet warmth of his light never comes, and the contrast of the cold around me assures my death. I have no energy left to tell him what happened, non-the less keep my eyes open. I feel him slide his arms under me.

Suddenly I am surround by warmth and light. The smell of beer and pie find my nose first, followed by a distinct smell I could recognize anywhere, Dean. We must be in the bunker.

“Sam! Dean!” Cas shouts while setting me on a table.

“What is it is Cas?” Dean’s husky voice fills the room.

“(Y/N) has been stabbed, I tried to heal her, but she is too close to far gone!” I hear the heavy footsteps, and the sounds of Sam talking, but all I can concentrate on is Dean’s hand holding mine. I relish in the feeling of his warm strong hand in mine.

“Please, stay with me (Y/N). I love you.” His warm breath tickles my ear, sending a shock through my body. If I could I cry I would, I have waited so long to hear those words.

I am no longer cold. I feel loved and at peace.

Deans POV:

(Y/N) lays on the table, blood drenching her clothes. “Please, stay with me (Y/N). I love you.” A heavy teardrop falls down my face.

Sam tried to keep pressure on the wound, but it is no use, she has lost too much blood. There is no coming back from this.

“She can’t die! Not here, not like this!” My voice doesn’t sound like my own as Sam and Cas just look at us, and terrible sadness in their eyes. I don’t hesitate as I lift (Y/N)’s limp body off the table, and cradle her to my chest. In a sprint, I head to the one place she loved to be, our place.

The sun was just beginning to set as I reach the top of the hill. Carefully I sit at the top, while still cradling her to my chest. The pink and orange sky swirled around us as her breathing shallowed. “(Y/N) I love you more than anything in this world. I know I should have told you sooner, I just thought you deserved better. Because you do (Y/N) you deserved someone who could’ve protected you. Someone who would be strong enough to tell you they loved you, every chance they got.” My tear falls onto her face as I kiss her lips.

Resting my forehead on hers, I feel her breathing stop. My soul splits in two.

The cold of the night nips at my exposed skin. “Dean, it’s getting late. Why don’t you come inside?” Sam’s hand rests on my back.

“I can’t leave her Sammy.” I have no tears left.

“I know it’s hard Dean, but you need to eat and sleep. Cas will get her ready for the funeral tomorrow.” The silence was deafening as I bow my head, unable to respond. “She would want you to take care of yourself.” Her image flashes in my head.

Her hair blows in the light breeze as the moon lights up her beautiful face. She smiles as bright as the sun as she reaches her hand down for mine. “Come on Dean, let’s go to bed.” Her hand feels warm in comforting as she helps me up. I kiss her face, and get a whiff of her perfume, the one that smells like roses and sunshine, like her.

I look up to see Sam and Cas waiting for me to make a move.

“I’ll always love you, forever and always.” One last kiss on her forehead, and I look away as Cas takes her.

Sam leads me back to the bunker. “I’m going to kill them Sam.” He just nods, knowing who I mean, whoever took her from me.

“We all will.” He says in solace.