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Caught (Spencer Reid x Reader)

One shot request for @damhunterofartemis! “Spencer has a girlfriend and the team doesn’t know about her until they catch him kissing her.” Un-beta’d! 
Requests are still open! :) 

“Honestly, Boy Wonder, you should come out with us tonight. You need to meet someone,” Penelope said as she was scurrying around in her heels, grabbing her purse and outfit change. She, JJ, and Emily extended the Girls Night invite out to the rest of the team.

“Garcia, I appreciate the offer but trust me, I’m fine.” Spencer said, rejecting yet another invite which was met with a pout from the blonde.

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J'ai couché avec une fille l'autre fois. Et, dans ma chambre il y'a une lampe sur pied. Que je voulais allumer. Et elle, non. Elle voulait qu'on reste dans le noir. Le scénario cliché à l'infini. Quelqu'un veut allumer la lumière, mais pas l'autre. Pendant que je n'allumais pas la lumière avec regret, j'ai un peu réfléchi la fraction d'une seconde: de cette lumière que tant de femmes ne veulent pas allumer, alors que leurs corps sont si beaux, naturellement, même s'ils ne sont pas parfaitement minces, ou parfaitement bronzés, ou parfaitement lisses. J'aurais voulu lui dire, que je m'en fichais de sa cellulite, de ces rondeurs, de ces 4 poils mal épilé. Que je m'en foutais, qu'elle était parfaite pareil. Qu'elle n'avait pas d'excuse, comme elle s'est excusée de son corps. Que ça me brisait le cœur, que je ne voulais pas que je voulais me boucher les oreilles. Et crier pas l'entendre s'excuser, s'excuser d'être elle-même, physiquement, qu'est-ce qui lui prenait?
—  Le cahier: allume-moi
Bound to Happen (Part 6), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,640

Author’s Note: I feel like I never made this super clear - but this is not a recreation of The West Wing. It is heavily inspired by it, yes, but they are not White House staffers and it doesn’t follow the exact same story line. Just wanted to clear any confusion! I thought sticking them into an AU was too constricting.

Warnings: As always, a slow burn. Cursing. This chapter is modeled after the Gaza car explosion episode, so be warned.

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“I can barely go one night without you here, I don’t know how I’ll go an entire week.” Lin collapsed into his dressing room couch.

“Do you want a West End production of In the Heights or not?” You shot back, gaining a huff from him.

You were leaving the next morning to join a select group in early negotiations to put Lin’s show up in London. They were very early negotiations, which is why you were tagging along.

Lin had insisted months ago - when the trip was a distant thing in the future and he thought you would deserve a vacation. ‘You’ve been with this show as long as I have, just make sure Usnavi’s not white and we’ve got a West End production!’ was his stellar reasoning.

Now that the trip was in twelve hours, he was having second thoughts.

“Just, have fun and tan!” He insisted as places were called.

“It’s London!” You reminded him as his cap was secured snugly on his head. 

It was two in the morning when Lin got the call. He grumbled when Tommy flashed across the screen. Probably still adjusting to time zones and didn’t think before dialing, Lin reasoned as he rejected the call and stuffed his face back into the pillows.

He called three more times before Lin finally gave in.

“It is dark as shit out, Tommy.” Lin sneered, arm reaching blindly to flick on his bedside lamp.

It’s Y/N.” Tommy was crying.


Lin spent the next few hours on the phone with various doctors and anyone who was in the group. 

A car accident. Lin sent you to London and you were half-dead from a car accident.

“They’re not really telling us anything. We’re not family and we’re in a different country-”

“It’s okay, Tommy. They told me enough.” Breathed Lin, who, after four hours now, was still curled up on his bed. The only visible change was the sunlight peeking in from the window.

“We’re all heading back to the hotel. We’ll keep you updated.”

Lin hung up before Tommy could start another grieving session, as if there was no hope.

Despite what everyone anticipated, Lin was at the theater that night, pleading with anyone that would listen that he was going on tonight even if he had to scream the lyrics without a mic on.

“Either get me a mic, or get the fuck out of my way-” He was taking it out on a poor stage hand whose name he couldn’t remember when he felt a harsh tug at the collar of his shirt.

“Take it easy, man.” Chris was at his side as Lin’s body shook with sobs. The stage hand scampered away, “Hey-”

Lin was struggling to catch his breath, panting as his lungs worked to catch up with the devastation.

I sent her there.” 

“Don’t start with that shit.”

Lin wanted to snap again because he did send you and it was his fault and instead of being greeted this morning with your coffee and a scolding from Karen, all he received was thirty solemn faces that couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“If there’s somewhere else you’d rather be right now-” Chris offered, giving him permission to do exactly what he had wanted to this morning, “I think we’d all understand.”

“Thanks.” Lin whispered, striding towards the door. By the time he was in the street, he was sprinting back towards his apartment, racking his brain for how long a flight from New York to London was.

Lin expected the booth to be empty - the meeting with the artistic directors of the theater didn’t start for another ten minutes, but he always liked to show up a bit early.

A head start.

To his surprise, the door was open and the lights were on. And there you were.

Humming to yourself, you twirled around the room effortlessly. You were making copies and highlighting important sections of the script and brewing coffee at the same time.

He was in love.

“Uh, hello?” Lin called, standing in the doorway and wondering if he was intruding. You spun and met him with a grin.

“Hi.” He continued to stare, “Oh! I’m Y/N. I’m working on this show by uh-” You glanced down at the script, “Lin-Manuel Miranda. Who are you?”

“Lin-Manuel Miranda.” He smiled lightly, wondering how this multitasking scatterbrained girl was now working on his show.

“Of course I knew that!” You certainly didn’t, “I’m your assistant. Well, technically I’m an intern but I feel like that’s such a high-school job title so-”

“Assistant it is.” Lin agreed, slinging his bag off his shoulder and taking a spot at the table you were currently setting up.

“Glad we’re on the same page.” You nodded as you continued your impromptu dance around the room - checking that the presentation was set up properly, that the pages were in order and the coffee was on the right track, “I like your show, by the way.”

“Thank you.”

“Remember I said that when you’re looking for an assistant when this thing hits Broadway.”

Lin laughed lightly as he flipped to the first page of your copy of the script. Hastily scribbled in the margins were notes.

Start with talking to the audience to reassure them. This is a show for them even if they know nothing about Washington Heights.

“I will.”

Lin’s first stop was the hospital - where he had to fight doctors to get to you. He still hadn’t showered and was in the same clothes from when he left the theater.

He probably looked like the messiest, most frantic guest they’d ever had in their waiting room, but he crossed an ocean to be there. He was getting into that room.

Finally, he was in contact with a doctor that understood the circumstances and was willing to take the time to explain the situation and treatment plan - a lot of which made Lin queasy.

“Do you want to see her?”

Lin was ushered to a brightly lit hallway. He had never been in an ICU before and it was just as terrifying as he imagined it to be.

“We don’t expect her to come to anytime soon - but you can go in if you’d like.” The doctor offered. She turned the corner and led him to your room. The door was slightly jar, and she pushed it further open.

“You said she’d-”

“-be just fine if everything goes according to plan, yes. A few months of physical therapy for the leg. Frequent check-ups on the lung. Nothing too strenuous.” She confirmed.

You didn’t look like someone that would be just fine. Lin tip-toed into the room. The tubes and machines and beeping was all too overwhelming for his brain to comprehend and suddenly the nausea was catching up to him.

He doubled over at the sight of you, bruised and bandaged and the tears he had been holding in on the plane were spilling here.

The doctor left with a courteous farewell and a reminder that she would be available for questions before closing the door behind her.

It took him twenty minutes to work up the courage to pull the chair up next to your bed. It took another ten for his hand to find yours. 

The next two days were spent in that chair. He set up a writing station by your side, the constant click of his notebook the only thing able to drown out the beeping of the machines. He hotel was used for the shower and its continental breakfast and never for sleep.

He has halfway through tearing apart a lyric when he felt your bed shift. He yanked his earbuds out by the chord, slamming his laptop shut and set it on the floor. He sat up, eyes locked on your face as your eyes clenched in pain.


He wasn’t sure he heard it. Maybe his mind was playing tricks and you were still fast asleep with the help of very heavy drugs.

“Lin.” Your hand was moving now, trembling as you reached for something blindly.

Your eyes wavered open, lids heavy as you took in the speckled ceiling.

“Lin.” His hand was in yours again, and he was out of his chair in a second.

“Hey.” His voice was quiet as it wavered.”You’re okay.”

“You’re here.” Your voice cracked from under use, your throat screaming for water.

“Of course I’m here.” He smiled reassuringly, trying to keep your eyes open and on him. He never wanted to see your eyes on anything but him again.

“It’s not your fault.” You mumbled, barely decipherable.

A nurse bustled in with a jug of water and instructions from the doctor. A remote was shoved into your hand for whenever the pain became unbearable. You immediately clicked it three times.

“It only works the first time, I think.” Lin breathed a half-assed laugh, trying to keep the mood light in the presence of the nurse.

“It’s not your fault.” You repeated firmly, hand trying to brush away the nurse as she moved to take blood. “Say it.

“It’s not my fault.” Lin said, but didn’t believe.

You let the nurse go about her business for the moment, eventually leaving with the promise of food upon her return. You weren’t hungry. Lin’s hands were on your blankets, pulling it up so it would cover your shoulders.

“Is everyone else-”

“They’re all fine.” He promised, pushing a stray hair behind your ear. “They want you to get better.”

“They just want to put me back to work.” You grumbled, voice dipping as you settled back into bed. “I’m irreplaceable.” You smiled, wanting to see it mirrored on Lin’s face - fighting the sleep that threatened to overcome you again.

“Yeah.” He agreed, but you had already dozed off, “Irreplaceable.”

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For anon…(I seriously love his purple eyes) enjoy!

Y/N sat, body rigid, on the cold stone floor. She was trembling, she knew that, but she hoped it didn’t show. The purple eyed Kree was slowly circling her. His steps echoed throughout the large, dark room. Y/N kept her frightened gaze forward.

“You,” Ronan began, “are the perfect specimen.”
She grit her teeth as he ran a hand through a back strand of her hair.
“I want you to rule by my side. With this Orb, I shall be unstoppable. No one will be able to defy me, defy us,” he declared madly.
“I would never be wed to such a tyrant as you,” Y/N spat lowly.
Ronan’s eyes flared before a wicked smirk formed. “But you will, my dear. The moment Nebula has her hands on the Orb is the moment we will be tied together forever.”

Y/N bit her lip while slowly closing her eyes. She just wanted to get away from him.

Y/N furiously wiped her hand across her cheeks. She had been crying for hours now, and she was done with it. She wanted to stop feeling hopeless, stop feeling useless, belittled. As her breathing slowed, determination grew within her. Her eyes darted around her chamber.

Two guards were in front of the main door. There was a barred window to her left. She reached a hand under her mattress near the end of the bed. She groaned inwardly when she felt her weapon had been taken. There was no doubt in her mind that Ronan swept the room for such things.

Her eyes landed on a lamp. Y/N moved from the foot of her bed and toward the object. She whispered a thanks that the light was already off. Silently, she removed the light bulb and shade. Gritting her teeth, she broke off the middle pillar. She tucked it behind her clothing and walked over to the door.

“Guard,” she called, “I need to use the facilities.”
“Go in the corner.”
With a slight cringe, she continued, “Don’t let Ronan hear you speak like that to his future queen.”
The guard quirked a brow.
“I may despise the idea, but it’s happening nonetheless. That means I can punish those I wish. Do you wish to be the first in line?” she paused, “All I wish is to use the lavatory.”

The two guards exchanged a look. After a few moments, the one with the key began to open the door. Y/N forced a smile and gave them a slight nod. Her hand remained on her makeshift weapon.

“Thank you.”

Just as the guard when to roll his eyes, Y/N pulled out her weapon and stuck the guard in the lower gut. Before the second one could do anything, she shoved the hurt one into the other. She ripped the guard’s weapon from him before sprinting away.

She managed to make her way toward another large room. She slowed to a tiptoe while hoping Ronan wouldn’t be in that large room. She peaked her head around the corner slowly. Her eyes lit up as she stepped into the room. Guards littered the floor.

“Peter?” Y/N called in bewilderment.
“Y/N,” he replied with a sigh of relief.

Peter sprinted from his spot and over to her. He spun her in a circle happily. He was grinning as he let her go.

“Some folks on Xandar helped. Not to mention Gamora’s knowledge of the place.”
Y/N entered his embrace once again, a tear slipping out. “That beast wants me to be his wife,” she muttered disdainfully.
Peter’s eyes flared with anger. “Well, he won’t get a chance to now. Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

Without hesitation, Y/N followed Peter out of the gloomy place. She was more than happy to leave that power hungry Kree alone. She just hoped he wouldn’t try and follow through with his ideas.

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{Monsta X Reaction} to S/O having sleep paralysis

Scene: You’re lying there, tossing and turning because not a single position is comfortable. Eventually you lay on your back, but something’s wrong. It felt like someone was sitting on your chest, pinning your whole body down. Your eyes shoot open, but your whole body is stiff and it refuses to move, struggling to get a decent inhale of the cold night air, your conscience internally screaming at your body to move just a little. Just enough to wake your partner next to you. Tears slowly start to form and you’re scared of being stuck like this, but the fear only digs its nails further into your psyche when out in the corner of your eye you see this figure standing in the doorway. You can’t make out who it is, its face is completely blacked out, until it smiles. The tears now streaming down your face and all you want to do is move. When it felt like you were about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, the weight that was on your whole body was gone and so was the figure. You gasp loudly and began to sob even louder, waking your partner next to you.

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Brother, Oh Brother

Title: Brother, Oh Brother

Imagine: Sneaking off to see Sam while he’s at Stanford.

Request: (Anonymous) Hi! Can I request one where sister!reader sneaks off from dean to visit Sam at Stanford, and Dean isn’t very happy when he finds out?

Pairing: Sam x sister!reader. Dean x sister!reader.

Warnings: Angry!Dean. Gets sad towards the end.

Note: Loved this idea!

Tagging: @caroldanversinatardis@tom-is-in-my-tardis@jessicarossouw

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Originally posted by lonesomesam

It had been long since Sam left. You kept in contact with him through texts and Skype, without Dad and Dean’s acknowledgement of course. Dean was beyond mad when Sam left. You were heartbroken. But the texts and computer screens could only hold you over for so long.

It was time to see Sam in person.

You had been planning to meet up for a while, you just needed the right time. You were still with Dean and Dad. He had found a hunt not too far north in California. When he mentioned it, you could tell it angered Dean. Being in the same state angered Dean.

You knew Dad put this hunt off for as long as he could, because it angered him too, but it must be getting pretty bad if you were all finally going.

You had it all planned out. As soon as Dad dropped you and Dean off at some crappy motel, he would be gone for at least a week. Dean would make some food and then he would head out to who knows where and wouldn’t be back until morning.

You had contacted Sam and agreed to meet at a diner a little ways down the road. As long as Dean stayed out as long as he normally did, everything would fine.

You didn’t question where Dean went, he always came back. No matter how he looked, bruised or bloody, he always came back. You had asked before, and you always go there same answer. You just left it alone. Just like when he left tonight.

You slipped out the window, leaving it cracked slightly so you could get back in. Finally hauling a cab down, you headed towards the diner.

You stood outside, waiting on Sam. He would come, wouldn’t he? It had been so long… You took a deep breath.

“(Y/N)?” A voice spoke. A voice you would recognize anywhere. You turned around.

“Sam!” You smiled. A hug was exchanged between the two of you. “You came!”

“Of course I came!” Sam smiled down at you. “Why wouldn’t I?” He turned his head.

“I had my doubts.” You looked down.

“You get away from Dean?” Sam asked. You nodded.

“He left.” You spoke, Sam understood what you meant. Normally it was just you and him. “I really missed you.” You looked at him.

“I missed you too, (Y/N/N). Dad being good to you?” Sam already knew the answer, but he liked to make sure you were okay.

“Yeah. I mean, same as always.” You said. Not like anything else would happen.

You talked so long that you lost track of the time.

“Crap! I gotta go, Sammy!” You gave him one last hug before running toward the road to catch a cab.

No lights were on, good. Maybe Dean wasn’t back yet. You slid back in through the window, quietly landing on your feet, you shut and locked it. You let out a sigh.

You felt safe, until you heard the click of a lamp.

“(Y/N) Mary Winchester.” Dean’s angered voice made its way to your ears. You let out a shaky breath and turned around. Dean stood in front of the table with his arms crossed. “You have about five seconds to explain yourself.”

“I… I was out!” You wouldn’t tell him the truth, he would most likely get even angrier.

“Out where?” He growled.

“O-Out.” You tried to sound confident.

“You do not leave this room without me.” Dean’s eyes were locked on to yours.

“You leave all the time!” You yelled at him.

“I can take care of myself! Now, I won’t ask again, where were you?” He yelled back at you. When you didn’t answer, he took a step forward.

“Okay! Okay! I was, uh, seeing someone.” You were trying so hard to keep your mouth shut.

“Who?” Dean’s voice almost rendered you speechless. You hadn’t been this scared in a long time.

“S-Sam…” You voice, barely a whisper, made its way to Dean’s ears.

You watched as he turned around and walked out. Slamming the door so hard, you could feel the vibration from the other side of the room. You slid down the wall, tears threatening to fall, you grabbed your phone.

(1) Missed Call: Sam

Kai Parker x Reader

word count : 2 878
summary : Y/N and Kai ‘borrow’ Damon’s car for a ride.

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*the day before*

Kai & Y/N went out to a party at Whitmore and later on stopped by the bar.
Y/N had a little bit more to drink and ended up climbing on top of the bar , laughing and dancing like nobody’s watching, her skirt twirling around her hips. Kai couldn’t take his eyes off of her … same for the other boys at the bar and he hated it.
“Whoa !” she screamed , starting to lift her shirt over her head twirling it in the air above her head as some guy’s hands suddenly found their way on her hips.
Kai’s eyes widened , jealousy taking over and he muttered a spell , the guy choked and fell over the bar on the ground. He rushed towards her pushing everyone daring stand in his way. There was no way he’d let any of those boys touch her.
“Alright princess , time to take you home.” Kai said tossing her over his shoulders and heading towards the exit.
“What ? No ! Let’s take Damon’s car and go somewhere fun , just the two of us !” she said slurring her words a little.
There’s an idea… Kai thought.
He drove to her house. Carrying her in his hands as he climbed the stairs to her room letting her gently on top of it. Y/N’s was semi asleep , just as Kai was about to leave she grabbed his hand.
“Stay with me.” she mumbled. “I want you to stay with me.” she said pulling him on the bed next to her , her head on his chest. Y/N tried to say something else but quickly drifted off. Kai wrapped his hands around her and spent the rest of the night awake , watching her sleep.

* * *

The doorbell rang and Y/N rushed outstairs to open it. It was nearly 11pm and there was no doubt in her mind about who it was outside.
She opened the door and just as she had expected - Kai was there , hiding one of his hands behind his back.
“Hi.” Kai said smiling , a devilish spark in his eyes. “Wanna go for a midnight ride to some dangerous place with a vampire witch heretic and have fun?” he said , showing her what he was holding in the hand he was hiding.
She had expected to find Kai at her doorstep , what she hadn’t expected was to find the key’s for Damon’s camaro in Kai’s hands. Her eyes widened.
“N-now ?” she asked. “How did you even get those ?”
Kai stepped inside , putting his hand across her shoulders.
“Not important.” he said. “I’ll drive if you don’t want to.”
Y/N fought off the butterflies in her stomach , it happened every time Kai touched her and she was pretty sure he was doing it on purpose … tho she’d never complain about it because as much as it drove her crazy , she loved it when he did that.
“Kai , we shouldn’t do that … Damon would kill us.” Y/N said nervously.One thing was sure - when Damon found out his beloved camaro was gone , all hell would break lose and rain on them for sure.
“Let him try. I won’t let him lay a finger on you.” Kai said , a serious look on his face and he pulled her closer to him for a second before letting go and taking a step towards the door. “Come on. It will be fun!” he said , danging the keys to Damon’s camaro infront of Y/N’s eyes. “Plus it was your idea. Don’t tell me you are getting cold feet now ?”
Y/N shifted on her feet uncomfortably. It was true , taking Damon’s car for a ride without him knowing was her idea but she had been semi-drunk when she had suggested it and didn’t think Kai would actually approve let along steal the keys himself. Then again a midnight ride with Kai in the car with her , it sure was going to be a lot of fun. There was no way she’d back out now.
“Lets go for a ride.” she said with a mischivious look in her eyes , grabbing the keys from Kai’s hands and headed for the car.
Kai grinned. “Who’s dri-?
“I’m driving. Get in.” Y/N said interrupting him , Kai opened the door for the passenger seat and stood there for a moment looking at her. “What ? Are you afraid I might crash the car ? I know I’m a girl but I can drive…” she said.
“No , no … its not that.” he said still looking at her.
“Then what is ?” she asked stuck at the cardoor herself looking at Kai who shook his head smiling and got in the car. Y/N sighed and got in too. Whatever it was Kai was thinking , clearly he wasn’t going to tell her.
She put the keys in the ignition and started the car , steering the wheel to the left and heading down the road. Suddenly Kai’s hands were on her , pulling her seatbelt on and locking it.
Unreal. she thought. When was he going to figure out that when he is around , nothing scares her. Not even death itself. Every time they went for a drive somewhere , he’d always make sure she wears her seatbelt.
“Thanks…” she muttered glancing at him. “… but -”
“Not ‘but’. You might want to risk your life dying in a car crash , but I don’t want to risk your life.” Kai said , his eyes piercing on her as Y/N fought to keep hers on the road.
She couldn’t figure out why he cared so much , but was happy that he did. Kai was always super protective of her , but he didn’t treat her as if she was a porcellan doll. He still let her make her own decisions , stepping in when things go sideways.
Y/N turned on the radio , her favorite song starting to play just a few seconds later.
“OH I LOVE THIS SONG!” she said blasting the music loudly , her fingers turning the volume up when suddenly the button fell off in her hand , the radio stopping. “Damn it.” Y/N sighed and hit the radio with her palm and the radio turned itself on. “Finally !”
Kai chuckled. “Damon would not be happy about this…”
“Shut up and sing with me , please ?” she said with a pouty face making him laugh.
“So rude.” he said winking at her. “You know I’d say yes to pretty much everything you ask me to do.”
Y/N glanced at him. What does that mean ? she thought.

“Where is your car?” Stefan asked. “It’s not outside…”
Damon took a sip from his bourbon before turning towards his brother.
“I gave the keys to Kai.” he said , Stefan’s eyes widened at his answer.
“Whyy would yo-?”
“Because he asked and because he wants to know if Y/N has feelings for him too… Which of course she does.”
“Ah… OK. Aren’t you worried they might wreck your car ?” Stefan asked a little amused. “Or that they might … you know ?”
“Shut up Stefan.” Damon said looking at the clock and heading towards the door.

*somewhere on the roads outside Mystic Falls*

“That’s the best idea you’ve had.” Kai said laughing. Y/N laughed too. “Can you imagine Damon’s face right now?”
Suddenly Kai’s phone rang. DAMON said the called ID. Y/N caught a glimpse at his phone.
“Speaking of the Devil …” she said.
“Oops.” Kai said mockingly , before declining the call. Damon kept calling tho.. “That guy’s persistant.” Kai said finally picking up. “He-llo ?”
“Where is my car ?” Damon sounded angry.
“I don’t know what you are talking about…” Kai lied.
“Are you kidding me ?! You do realise I can hear the humming of my car’s engine , right ?”
Y/N laughed. She turned towards Kai not looking at all at the road ahead.
“We’ll give it back , Damon.” she said loudly “By the way , I think I might’ve broken your radio … sorry.”
Kai laughed and Y/N laughed , they were just having so much fun.
The prospect of Damon’s reaction when he had discovered his missing camaro was one of the reasons why Y/N had gotten the idea , tho at the moment she was starting to have doubts about how good that idea really was.
“Listen to me -” Damon started to say but Kai hung up before Damon could finish.
“I think he is upset about you breaking his radio …” Kai said serious for a split second before starting to laugh again making her laugh instantly too.

They kept on driving , laughing and talking. Y/N loved Kai’s laugh so much it could make all her life problems just go away. His smile was the literal sun… and a thought crept inside her mind about him being goneamaking her feel nervous.
What are we doing? she thought , fear creeping in.
She knew the risk of taking Damon’s car without his permission , she also knew what he is capable of. Y/N glanced at Kai who had stolen the keys. Damon’s rage will rain on Kai and not her and even if did - she didn’t care something might happen to her , all she cared about was Kai. Damon would have no problem hurting him. She felt the panic grow inside her and her breathing getting uneven. She tried to calm down but it didn’t help , keeping her eyes on the road didn’t help. Her mind was drowning in images and thoughts of what might happen to Kai when Damon gets his hands on him (because with Damon there was if).
Kai noticed the change in her heatbeat and put a hand on her shoulder scaring her a little and she had to spin the driving wheel hard to the right to avoid hitting a lamp post.
“Y/N? Are you OK?” he asked concerned , all color had drained off her face.
She took a deep breath and pulled over on the side of the road , her head in her hands resting on the steering wheel, taking in deep breaths. Kai rubbing her back.
“Have you eaten today ? What’s wrong?” he asked. “I think I have a chocolate bar somewhere …” he said rummaging through his pockets. “Y/N?”

Y/N took another deep breath and bounced back on the seat , her eyes closed and her head towards the car’s roof. Where did she even get that stupid idea ? Putting Kai in danger… She should never have mentioned it to him.
“I’m so stupid.” she whispered , her voice barely audiable but Kai heard her. She opened her eyes and turned towards him. He looked so worried it was breaking her heart. If something happened to Kai it would be her fault and she would never be able to forgive herself or be able to go on…
“Y/N , what are you talking about? You are not stupid , you are the smarte-” she didn’t let him finish , opened the door and got out of the car sitting on the grass a few steps away. Her hands on her temples rubbing them slightly.
Kai got out of the car and sat down next to her putting his arm around her shoulder but she pushed him off.
“Oh-kay.” he said , a note of hurt in his voice. “Are you going to tell me what this is about ? You were laughing and having a good time one moment and then the next …”
Y/N turned towards him , tears starting to gather in her eyelids.
“It’s Damon…he is going to find us and hurt you and I just … I can’t even…” she said pursing her lips together , blinking fast trying to push away the tears , one of them escaping and she wiped it away quickly. “It’s all my fault…”
Kai sighed.
“There is nothing for you to worry about. I won’t let Damon touch you , or even look at you. I’ll always protect you.” he said softly.
“It’s not me I am worried about, don’t you get it? When Damon retaliates and trust me he will , he will go after you. He knows you took his keys , he won’t give a damn about it all being my idea. Where did I even get that stupid idea from ?” she said getting up , taking a few steps ahead and walking back towards Kai who was still sitting on the ground. She fell silent for a moment and then started rambling again. “I am so stupid , why can’t I keep my mouth shut ?!… ”
“Hey , hey , hey … just breathe.” Kai said getting up , Y/N didn’t even seem to have heard him and he grabbed her shoulders making her look at him. She seemed to snap back to reality. “Listen to me - nothing is going to happen to you. Nothing is going to happen to me. OK?” Y/N nodded and he let go of her , putting his hands in his pockets. “Why are you so freaked out about my safety anyways? I’m a heretic , not that easy to hurt or kill…”
Y/N looked at him. When they had first met , she hadn’t been afraid of him like her friends have been… She had been afraid that she’d fall for him and her fears were correct. Somehow from the very beginning , Kai had found his way into her heart. All her friends always acted as if she was made out of porcellan , thinking they knew what’s best for her. Kai didn’t , not for one moment.
“Because I am in love with you !” she blurted out without thinking , her eyes widening.
Kai smiled. “You love me ?” he said.
Y/N couldn’t move or speak , she felt absolutely paralyzed. This evening had turned out completely different than what she had expected and now she was terrified that Kai would reject her and tell her their friendship is over. Her head was spinning and the world was starting to turn black around her , she felt her knees buckle and for a moment she lost her balance. Suddenly she felt Kai’s strong arms around her.
“Maybe you should lay down a little…” Kai said worried. Perhaps he had pushed it too far.
“No , no … I’m fine.” Y/N said her eyes meeting Kai’s , her breath getting stuck in her throat. “Kai , what I said .. before , I..”
“Did you mean it ?” he asked , a hopeful expression on his face.
“Yes.” she nodded and Kai smiled. Why is he smiling? “Oh wow ! What …what are you doing?” she asked laughing after Kai had literally swept her off her feet and was now carrying her to the car.
“Sweeping you off your feet , isn’t it clear?” he laughed. “We are just going to ditch the car somewhere close to the Salvatore’s for Damon to find and then … I am taking you home.”
Home? she thought and felt broken. Kai had smiled when she told him she loves him but he hasn’t said a word back about hiw he felt ..and now he was taking her home? He didn’t feel the same way about her , that must be it.
“I’m driving this time.” Kai said letting her gently down on the ground. and opened the door for her , waiting until she got in to close the door before whooshing to the other side and getting in himself. He turned towards her , she was starring ahead and of course Y/N hadn’t put her seatbelt again. He let out a quiet sigh and put it on for her again. She turned towards him and their eyes met , both of them freezing in place. Kai could hear her heart beating faster than it had been a few moments ago.
“You are my light in the darkness Y/N. ” he said with a small smile, his hand on her cheek pulling her face closer to his. Her eyes drifting between his eyes and his lips. He could hear her heartbeat getting faster with each passing second. “I think … I’m in love with you too.” he said , a second before his lips touched hers.

“Not. In. My. Car.” Damon’s voice snapped them back to reality , his timing the worst possible. “I am angry enough about you ‘stealing’ my car , you do not want to get me angrier , trust me.”
Y/N and Kai pulled away from each other.
“Borrowed.” Kai said. “We were going to give it back …”
“Just get out.” Damon said. “I missed my car.” he said reaching to pull Y/N out of the passanger’s seat but Kai rushed out and pushed him away , holding out his hand for Y/N , helping her out. Damon looked more irritated than angry now , pushing his way past them and getting in his car.
“You are lucky I am not in the mood to fight right now..” he said slamming the cardoor shut. “Looks like you got your answer , twirp.” he muttered before driving off.
Y/N and Kai stood on the side of the road watching Damon drive off still unable to believe how calmer he had reacted.
“W-what?” Y/N asked confused. What had Damon meant with that comment ?
Kai smirked and wrapped his arms around her. “Hold on tight. I am taking you home …” he said winking at her.
Something told Y/N that by ‘home’ , he didn’t mean her house and her heart skipped a beat.


MASTERLIST March / April 2017


Winchester Sister- Bad Dreams

Title: Bad Dreams
Parings: Sam x Reader!Sister
Words: 644
Summary:  After having a nightmare, you look towards Sam for comfort
Warnings: mention of sexual assault (from the dream) & major fluff :) 

GIF not mine :)

(A/N this is my first fanfiction/imagine/one shot thing on Tumblr and I have like no idea how to use it so please excuse me while I try to figure it out lol)
You’re pinned against the wall; the man’s mouth gets closer and closer to yours. You struggle and scream but no one hears you, they all walk past, going on with their normal lives.
“Come on baby, you know you want it.” The man whispers in your ear as his hand crawls up your leg. You cry out to the people in the busy street to help you, but like before, they ignore you. You look at the man’s blue eyes and a wicked smile appears as his hand continues to trace your leg, “Baby, you’re mine tonight.”

You jolt awake; you look around to find that you are in your room and relax. “It was just a dream.” You say,  trying to calm yourself down and wipe the sweat from your forehead. You look at the clock and see that it is only 3 in the morning and sigh, knowing that you need to go back to sleep. You lie back down and close your eyes, but only for them to open up again when you see the blue eyes from your dream.
You quickly become paranoid, listening to every sound in the bunker, from dripping faucets to the air conditioning, but then you think you hear something. It sounds like laughing, the man’s laugh, but you aren’t sure if it’s just your mind playing tricks. But then you hear it again and get scared. Not feeling safe being alone in your room, you quietly get out of bed and walk out of your room towards Sam’s room, since his room is closer than Dean’s.
You quietly open the door to his room and the lights from the hallway illuminate his room. You see your brother asleep in his bed and creep into his room. “Sam.” You whisper and when he doesn’t move you say louder, “Sammy.”
Sam stirs and squints his eyes, “Y/N?” He whispers, then jerks his head up quickly and he turns his lamp on. “Y/N what’s wrong?” His eyes wide with panic as he sits up on his bed.
“I-I had a bad dream…” You say, feeling a little embarrassed. Sam’s body relaxes and pats beside him on the bed. You sit down beside him and rest your head on his shoulder.
“You want to talk about it?” Sam asks, putting his arm around you. You shake your head and look away from him, starting to regret coming in and waking him up.
“Sorry for waking you, I think I’m going to go back to my room.” You say, trying to get up but he grabs your arm so you stand in front of him.
“No Y/N, it’s okay you can sleep with me tonight.” Sam smiles at you and moves over so you can lie down beside him. You snuggle into his chest and he drapes his arm around you.
“It scared me,” You say barely audible when you believe Sam to be sleep.
“Oh?” He breathes out in a yawn, telling you that he was in fact still awake and now you have given him your attention. You breathe in, hoping that telling him your dream will help you forget about it and go to sleep.
“There was a man- and he was…” You see him looking back at you with interest. “he was doing things…to me.”
You look back up at Sam and see his jaw tense and he is staring off to the wall behind you. “Sammy?” He snaps out of his thoughts and looks down at you and kisses your forehead.
“I want you to listen to me okay?” He says, your brother’s eyes filled with concern. “No one is going to hurt you, Y/N. I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you, you understand me.”
You nod and he places another kiss to your head, “I love you Sammy.”
“I love you too Y/N”

When You Go (Part 4)

Words: 3.4k

Summary: Misha tries to convince the love of his life that he only wants her.

Warnings: Language, feels, smut (vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, the slightest dirty talk, unprotected shower sex)

A/N: I’m planning on having one more part and possibly an epilogue after that. Who knows, I’m an indecisive person. Tags at the bottom; let me know if you’d like to be added! Also, I love Vicky, no hate, yada yada yada, you know the drill.


It had been 5 days since the convention and your night spent with Misha. To put in mildly, you were miserable. Sleep didn’t come easily; when it did you were plagued with either nightmares about your breakup, or worse, dreams of better days; days with Misha. The nightmares at least matched how you felt when you were awake and you could grow numb. The dreams fooled you, briefly, into feeling like everything would be alright. Tonight was one of those nights.

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anonymous asked:

How will BTS react when you are lost (you get lost 90% of the time) and you need them to 'save' you urgently? ^ v ^ Please make it as fluffy as you can with a gif scenario pls! Love ya :3

Thank you! So sorry that it’s late!

BTS Reaction When You Get Lost And They Have to Come Find You

“Princess where are you?” He said over the phone
“I-I don’t know… Please Come find me Jin.. It’s getting dark.”
“I’ll be there soon”
Luckily, he could track where you called from on his phone and so he used that to find you. Once pulling over on the road, he got out of the car and saw you sitting on a nearby bench that was lit By a single lamp
You looked up at the sudden call of your name, “JIN!!” You went up to hug him and he swung you around in his arms, “I was so worried. Don’t do this to me again.”

Originally posted by bangtanmemess

He would probably shame you for always getting lost. He would say that you’re just like Taehyung in the airports. You would always apologize to him and he would try to stay mad at you, but his attempts would fail whenever you did something cute around him

Originally posted by taestylips

Jimin was “mad” at you since the last time you got lost because it took him hours to find you. You were both in the comfort of your shared home when you decided to get a drink. You tried reaching for your favourite cup which was sadly on the highest shelf, Struggling to get it jimin side-eyed you and noticed that you got onto the counter. You were about to fall off when Jimin raced to your side and caught you, landing perfectly on his chest, “Jagi! You could have gotten hurt!”
“I-I’m sorry Jimin”
“Aish.. You really can’t do anything without me, can you?” he said, giving you a kiss on the forehead

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

You finally came back home after hours of trying to find it. You just moved in with Yoongi and didn’t quite know the streets and communities yet. Which resulted with you getting lost about, 90% of the time. When you opened the door, you saw a worried Yoongi pacing around the room. He saw you come through the door and not even a second later you were in his arms and his head was buried in your neck, “I was worried sick! Where were you?!”
“I-I was just taking a walk around the neighborhood but then it started getting late and I don’t know the streets at night so I wandered around a bit.. But I ended up getting lost.. I’m Sorry Yoongi”
He suddenly kissed you deeply, “Thank god you’re back”

Originally posted by vminv

“Y?N?!! Where are you??” He got no reply and had to go searching for you. The mall was closing and he wanted to go home.
He spun around to the sound of your voice, “Y/n?”
“Y/N!! OH MY GOD IT TOOK FOREVER TO FIND YOU!! Here” He held his hand out to you, “I’ll have to hold your hand more often so I don’t lose you anymore

Originally posted by rapsuckas

“Don’t do this to me again!” He said, hugging you closely
“I’m sorry Hobi..”
“You know what y/n? You should take me wherever you go because then you won’t get lost And I’ll get to be with you all day”
You giggled at his request, “Okay Hobi” you say while kissing his cheek

Originally posted by huang-zitao

He would be a worried panicking mess. He knew you were lost, his problem was where should he start looking for you. His thoughts got plagued with where you might be or what might have happened to you. He was just about to burst out the door when you suddenly walk in. The two bodies clashed against each other and you ended up falling on him, “Y/n?? Where have you been? Are you hurt? Did you get lost? Did someone try and-” you shut him up with a kiss, “Is that enough reassurance for you kookie?”
He glanced at your eyes and your lips before licking his own, “Maybe a bit more?”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

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~Admin Luna

What’s Better Than Studying?

Ryan Murray x Reader

Team: Columbus Blue Jackets

Warnings: Implied sexual themes, mentions of Geography

POV: Second Person

Summary: Ryan helps (Y/n) destress from overstudying and stuff

Originally posted by jamiebenntrash

Your name: submit What is this?


No, the other projection. 

That’s not the right type of diffusion!

That’s five, not six. 

Wrong language!

Look at the shape, it’s clearly based around the bottom meaning-

“Ugh!” You threw your hands up in the air, your pencil flying across the room. 

This practice test was not going the way you expected. 

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Block B Reaction To You Calling Them While Being Drunk (Broken Up Version)

Alright, so thanks to the lovely @yao-verming​ for the ideas, I thought of two versions to write for this reaction, and since I’m in an angsty mood, I decided to start off with the broken up version first. Hope you all enjoy~

-Admin Jojo

Originally posted by btzhouse

Taeil:  Eyes fluttering open at the sound of the phone buzzing against the nightstand, he  inhales deeply as he lazily rubbed his eyes and stretched. Sitting up, he would tiredly glance around the room, gaze soon settled upon the rectangular clock on the nightstand that currently read 1:06 AM. Who on earth is calling me at this hour? He thinks, clutching the vibrating device in his hand.  Blinking a couple of times to cast away the drowsiness he was currently experiencing, his eyes narrow as he tries to read the caller I.D.; it was you. Sliding his thumb across the screen to answer, he extends a hand out to turn on the lamp. “Y/N?” He yawns. A giggle is heard on the other line; he sighs. “Y/N, are you drunk?” You gasp out in surprise, shushing him as you giggle once more—"Maybe~“—and Taeil can only shake his head from side to side as he rubs his temples. Dealing with your drunken stupor was honestly the last thing he wanted to handle at this hour of night: You weren’t exactly very cooperative when you got like this. "Are you at your house?” He asks, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know,” You say,“Why don’t you come over and find out?” He has half a mind to drive over to your house just to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid after the phone call, and get you to bed safely, but the other part of him tells him it isn’t a good idea. “Y/N, why don’t you go wash up and go to sleep? It’s late.” He suggests, to which you only groan in response. “Yah, I don’t want to.” There’s a pause. “Taeil?” “Yeah?” “I love you.” His heart stops, eyes widening and frozen to the spot. What was he supposed to say? He still loved you, but he wasn’t really the type to go back on a decision he made; the breakup was for the best. But still, hearing you quietly cry on the other line, whispering faint i love you or where did we go wrong? left him heartbroken and unable to find the right words to say to you. So instead, he merely changes the subject—"How much did you have to drink? Is someone with you? Are you home?“—and successfully persuades you to lay down on the couch and go to sleep. 

Originally posted by rapwonster

B Bomb:  Although the wounds were still fresh and there were times he thought his heart would give out from how weak and broken it felt, he was starting to feel remotely okay; he was hopeful. The air he breathed no longer felt noxious to his lungs, the ache in his chest at the mention of your name was now dull, and smiling didn’t feel like a chore anymore; he could finally leave his mask at home.  He watches his members laugh and play; he feels at ease with himself for once. His phone vibrates in his pocket, garnering his attention momentarily as he digs a hand inside and takes it out. His smile falters and he feels his stomach painfully churn when seeing your name light up his screen, causing the joyous atmosphere to shift, and the members to share worried glances. "Is everything alright?” Jaehyo asks, brow raised. Minhyuk glances up from the screen to look at the taller male and smiles—"Yeah, everything is fine.“—before excusing himself and sauntering over to his room. Against his better judgment, he answers your call—"Y/N?"—and gulps nervously. "Hey, hot stuff~” He has to pull his phone away from his ear to check the caller’s name again just to make sure it wasn’t some sort of prank call or you meant to call someone else. “Y/N, it’s me, Minhyuk?” Your laugh makes his heart flutter and his lips to be pulled upwards into a smile. “I know, silly~” His brows furrow at the way you struggled to enunciate your words and your sentences became incoherent. “Y/N, you’re drunk.” He states with a nervous chuckle, to which you scoff and deny. “No, I’m not!” And he can already picture you jutting out your lower lip slightly into a pout, making his heart wrench painfully at the image. “You are, though,” He insists,“Take some pain killers and get some rest, okay?” This continues on for a couple of minutes longer until, suddenly, you begin crying. He doesn’t think much of it at first, assuming the alcohol was simply making you go through a rollercoaster of emotions (you never did handle liquor well). However, that all changes when he hears with more clarity what you were trying to tell him. “I miss you so much.” He knows he should’ve hung up then and there, knows he should’ve tried changing the subject—or just done something—than spilling out his feelings for you as well. “I miss you, too. So, so much.” His words come out quiet, but the pained tone in his voice impossible to miss. “I love you so much, Minhyuk.” He’s glad you’re drunk—"I love you, too, Y/N’‘—because at least then, he knows, you won’t remember this conversation, and you’ll wake up the next day with a hangover while he’s stuck with the memory of tonight, and the scars you continue to leave behind on his heart. 

Originally posted by rapwonster

Jaehyo:  He could tell you were drunk right from the start. It took everything within him to refrain himself from scolding you for being so reckless with your actions. Instead, he bombards you with questions to make sure you were safe and didn’t drink to the point you were absolutely wasted.  "Are you home?“ You merely chuckle in response. His brows knit together in slight annoyance and confusion as he asks,’'What’s so funny?” You sigh forlornly at his question, licking your lips as you struggled to formulate your thoughts. “Nothing.” A pause. “I just forgot how sweet you are and how much I miss you.” “Don’t do this.” His voice comes out low, almost pleadingly, as he softly exhales. There’s another moment of silence before he hears you vomiting and heaving on the other line; he’s torn. The two of you weren’t together anymore, so it wasn’t his job to look after you anymore. And yet, despite this, he found himself putting on the first casual attire he could find to head over to your place to make sure you took some pain killers, washed up and went to bed. “Jaehyo,” you whimper,“I don’t feel so good.” “I know.” He says, putting on his seat belt after getting in the car. “Just stay put till I get there, okay? I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Just when he was about to hang up, he could faintly hear you mumbled out an I love you to him before the call drops. “And I still love you, too.” And this is how the cycle begins. 

Originally posted by yvkwon

Ukwon:  “Hey~” He can’t help but roll his eyes the moment he hears your voice. “You really should stop getting drunk, Y/N.” He chides, and despite your state of intoxication, you could faintly hear the smile in his voice as he scolds you. “I know, I know,” He chuckles at your childish whining, a part of him partially growing used to you calling him almost every night when you’ve had a little too much to drink. The gnawing voice in the back of his head telling him to end things here and now becomes louder as the days pass by, but he always manages to push it back and shrug it off. “You’re home, right? You didn’t do anything stupid?” You groan. “How come you always ask that whenever I call?” Ukwon laughs. “Because you don’t exactly make the best decisions when you’re drunk.” He reminds,“Remember that time we went out for drink and—” “Shut up!” You drag out the syllables in the midst of your squealing, cheeks flaring up when remembering the embarrassing stunts you pulled in the past when you passed your limit of drinking. Ukwon laughs once more, the corners of his lips tugging upwards at the image of you covering your face in embarrassment with your brows furrowed together.  Eventually the line goes quiet save for your soft breathing. “You still there?” He asks. “Yeah,” Silence,“It’s just..” You trail off, inhaling deeply. Hang up. Just hang up and put an end to this already. The voice in his head resurfaces momentarily to try and knock some sense into him, but again he shoves it down in the little box he stowed it away in, and made sure to lock it with a key this time. “Just what?” You let out a shaky exhale—"Where did we go wrong?“—and whimper. "What?” Is all he manages to say, jaw clenching. You sobs and whimpers start to become audible now—"We used to be so happy together. Do you still miss me? Do you still love me like I love you?“—and he feels  tears starting to gather in his eyes, but—God Dammit—he promised himself he wouldn’t let himself feel this way again; he wouldn’t allow himself to break down like he did all those nights ago when the realization of never being able to wake up to the person he thought he would spend the rest of his life with hit him. And he wants to ask—"Do you mean it?"—Oh, God, did he want to, but he stops himself; he’s too afraid to know. "You’re drunk,” He states,“You don’t even know what you’re saying anymore.” He tries to reason, but just who exactly is he trying to convince here? You or Him? He doesn’t know. All he knows is that it’s getting hard to breathe again and it’s late. “Ukwon, please. Please.” You’re pleading—practically begging—now,“Just tell me I don’t mean anything to you anymore, so I can move on; make it easier for me, please.” And he wants to say Of course I still love you. There hasn’t been one day I haven’t thought about you and where it went wrong but he stops himself. “Good night, Y/N.” And in your intoxicated state you think this is the last time you’ll ever hear of him, and you’re thankful you won’t remember anything the following day. But when morning comes and there’s a knock on your door, you eyes widen when you see him on the other side. “Did you mean it?” You stare at him dumbfounded. “Mean what?” “Everything you said last night. Did you mean it? Were you being serious when you said you still love me?” And he hates himself for asking this because he is a coward; he is afraid to know. But he can’t bring himself to shrug this feeling away any longer; he wants to do things right this time.

Originally posted by mo-g

Kyung:  The moment he heard your slow, slurred speech, he erupted in laughter. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to call or text someone when you’re drunk?” He asks in the midst of his giggles. “You sound just as bad as a poorly scripted sci-fi movie!” His comparison makes you laugh along with him. “You did not just compare me to a fucking sci-fi movie.” You laugh and he shrugs. “So what if I did?” The two of you continue to talk of nonsense until you eventually fall asleep in the middle of the conversation. He wouldn’t really think much of the phone call, since—luckily—the two of you ended things in friendly terms, and he was more than content to still have you be a part of his life, even if it wasn’t romantically anymore.

Originally posted by pyobutt

Zico: “Let’s have sex.” His brows would instantly raise when hearing your proposal, a smile appearing on his features in a mixture of surprise and amusement. “Are you drunk?” “No, I’m Y/N, now let’s have sex.” Zico laughs at your response—Yep, they’re definitely drunk—and shakes his head from side to side. “Are you at home?” He grows a bit nervous at your drawn out uh because he is afraid you are so drunk that you don’t even know where you are anymore. “Y/N, stay with me here. Are you home?” There’s a moment of silence,“Yeah, I’m home. Are you coming over~” He chuckles—"Yeah, I’ll be there in a few minutes.“—and hangs up. When arriving to your place, he picks you up bridal-style to the bathroom to wash you up (the two of you had seen each other naked countless times when you were dating, so it’s not like he felt shy about seeing you naked). Once he got you into your pajamas, he made you take some painkillers and made sure to stay by your side in case you vomited or didn’t feel well. Just because the two of you had broken up doesn’t mean he still didn’t care about you. Your eyes flutter close at the feel of his hand softly playing with your hair, and just when he thinks you’ve finally fallen asleep, he carefully stands up to leave. He doesn’t make it out of the bed, though, because you instinctively grab hold of his wrist to keep him in place. "Stay,” Your voice is laced with sleep, eyes still closed as you quietly plead him to stay awhile longer. How could he refuse when you were asking him so cutely? So he stays, gently brushing away the hair on your face as you slept soundly.   You’re lucky I still love you He thinks, kissing your forehead goodnight. On the following morning you wake up, your headache reduced to a dull ache thanks to Zico practically forcing you to swallow down the painkillers, but this, of course, you don’t remember. You do, however, faintly recall a voice singing you a lullaby as you drifted off to sleep, and you felt your heart race when finding a note on your desk. “Dear Y/N, you were drunk last night and called me. I made sure you didn’t do anything stupid and went to bed safely. You owe me one! P.S. You can repay me by buying me tacos in that favorite restaurant of mine… Just a suggestion, though! :D” You rolled your eyes at the text scribbled down in the paper, but can’t help but smile at how thoughtful that goofball could be (even when you didn’t deserve it).

Originally posted by purrposeful

P.O.:  He would be laughing nonstop at all the nonsense you would be sputtering. “Jesus, how much did you have to drink, Y/N?” He wouldn’t really think much about the phone call, really. The two of you had grown apart and, thankfully, terminated things in good terms. The last time he had spoken with you, he knew you were going through a tough time because of work, so he thought it was best to simply humor you until you grew tired and fell asleep. That being said, though, expect a lot of teasing from his part not only during the phone call, but also whenever he gets the chance to speak or see you again; he won’t let you live that drunken call down till the end of your days.

Beauty and the Clown

Originally posted by won-der-land89

Summary - Can you write a Joker imagine where he kidnaps Y/N cause he loves her and keeps her locked up waiting for her to start loving him and he makes y/n kiss him a lot but y/n tells him she won’t and he’s actually really sad? You can choose the ending to this.

Pairing -   Joker X Female Reader

WordCount - 2,007

Requested by -  Anon

Warnings - Kidnapping and Death.

Coughing, Y/N eyes fluttered open the coldness of the concrete floor becoming apparent as she sat up her eyes analysing the room, four concrete walls completely bare minus the one barricaded window. How did I get here? What happened? Why don’t I remember anything? I was off to go to dinner with some old school friends and then nothing? All of the thoughts fluttered around like a collection of birds. Y/N struggled to get up, her head spun like she had been sitting on a chair that been spun a few hundred times.

“Ha. Ha. Ha looks like my sleeping beauty is finally awake, it’s alright my sweet. Nothing is going to hurt you anymore” Y/N eyes darted to the man in the door, the long purple coat and trousers, the green of his waistcoat and the lilac on his shirt, the white face paint, the blackened eyes and the red lipstick that covered way past the boundaries of his lips…. The Joker. One of Gotham’s most notorious criminals. Y/N backed up against the wall as she slid down it, quivering in fear.

“W-What…do…you…want…from…me?” Y/N quivered, Joker wasn’t shocked by her reaction but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. The Joker had been watching Y/N for nearly a year and a half, over the course of that time Joker had fallen for the young woman, her beauty, her charismatic personality, she also had a wonderful sense of humour. Y/N was everything that the Joker wasn’t and that fascinated him.

“Want from you? Oh, I don’t want anything from you. Have you ever got yourself into one of those crazy situations where you don’t quite know what to do? Well, I guess there is something you could do. Why don’t you give your knight in shining armour a kiss?

“N-No” Joker crouched down just a few feet from her.

“Well, I guess then sweetheart, you’re not going to be able to leave this room until you change your mind. I’ll come in and check on you soon.” With that Joker left the room, he didn’t want to do but if Y/N insisted on playing this the hard way then so it had to be. Y/N would fall in love wth him eventually it was only a matter of time.

Days passed. Weeks passed. Months passed. Every few hours the Joker could come in with the exact request.for Y/N to kiss him. She refused each and every time, at first he would come back at her with a smart comment, then leave but eventually, he said nothing.

Y/N sat day in and day out surrounded by nothing but her thoughts. The Joker confused you, you expected him to lash out, to hit you. Yet, he did nothing. He just came in asked for a kiss and then left. Perhaps he wasn’t so bad, Y/H thought Sure he was a mastermind criminal and one of Batman’s arch nemeses but he had never done anything bad to me. There was always a certain look in the Joker’s eyes that she could never work out. Almost like sadness. Y/N looked at the mark she had made on the wall. Any moment now the Joker would be walking into the room. Y/N looked around the room, she can’t remember the last time she’s had a bath or changed her clothes or been remotely warm. Y/N had enough. Y/N raised from her spot on the floor, beginning to pace back and fourth, stretching out her aching and weak legs, acknowledging that the Joker would be coming to visit her soon.

The Joker had been busy, he had tried locking his beloved up for months and nothing was working. The Joker had never met a woman so strong willed before. So the Joker had sit back and think about his neck move. He had spent the last couple of days preparing a little surprise for Y/N, this was the most he had ever done for someone in his entire life. One of his goons who had purposely instructed to go and get Y/N’s favourite shampoo, conditioner, soap, even down to the moisturiser that Y/N wore. The Joker had written him at list down to the specifics and yet the bag contained nothing that he asked for. The Joker was furious.

“How hard was it to follow a list!? Are you trying to mess with my beloved, my girl? Step out of the room.” As soon as the man was out of the room, Joker lifted his gun, pulling the trigger, the man dropped dead instantly.

“Now will someone go and get these for me! Get rid of him, I’m going to see my beauty and this all better be done by the time I bring her here!” Joker stormed away, was it so difficult to find decent men these days who knew how to follow instructions.

Joker stopped when he came to to the room he was keeping Y/N in, he could hear footsteps going back and fourth, at least he knew she was awake. He unlocked the door, pulling the door open, Y/N stopped.

“Hello beautiful, it’s nice to see you up and about today.” Joker began to take steps towards Y/N, normally she backed away cowered in fear, she flinched but she didn’t back away.

“Today beauty we’re going to be doing things a little differently because I have a little surprise for you, would you like a hint?” Joker closed the remainder of the gap, taking hold of her soft face in his rough callused hands. Y/N nodded,.still saying a word.

“You’re finally leaving this room.” Joker noticed the light in Y/N’s eyes appear, it reminded him of the woman he had fallen in love with. Joker gave the men the time he believed it would take, walking behind Y/N, he stepped forward his chest resting against your back.

“I forgot to get a blindfold so were going to have to do this old school.” Joker covered Y/N’s eyes as he very slowly and cautiously began walking out of the room, he held her in. Joker was aware that Y/N’s legs would be weak, he kept her steady when finally he arrived at the location. He sent the men who were waiting away with a menacing glare if they dared to disobey him now, he would make them pay later and the consequences would be terrifying for them. Once they were out of sight, Joker let his hand fall from Y/N’s face.

“Ta da, do you like?” Y/N was perplexed as she stepped deeper into the room, there was a massive double bed in the middle of the room, with bedside tables and a lamp, Y/N jumped back in shock as she felt the warmth, fluffy rug underneath her feet. There was a wardrobe against the wall, Y/N slowly pulled back the doors to see it filled with fresh clothing that appeared to be in her size on one side and there were a few purple jackets, pants and shirts on the other. A surge of excitement filled her as she moved towards the chest of drawers, there were underwear and socks for her too.

“Why don’t you open up the door on the other side?” Y/N walked to the other side, pushing open the door, there was a bathroom a bath, sink, cupboards and a toilet, Y/N had never been excited by indoor plumbing before, she turned her body to notice Joker standing in the doorway, he had been watching her every move, he hadn’t expected her to launch herself at him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. It took a moment for Joker to register what was going on, once he did he wrapped his arms around her tightly. 

When she pulled away, Joker didn’t want to leave her but he still had some errands to run for today. 

“You are aware that you will not be sharing this alone.” Y/N nodded, the brightness in her eyes saying it all. 

“Unfortunately, I’ve got some stuff to do, why don’t you relax, have a bath, change your clothes, explore this room a little more. I’ll be back later,” Joker turned to leave when he felt someone grab his hand. 

“Thank you.” Y/N voiced and he smiled. 

“Anything for you beauty.” With that Joker turned and headed out of the door.

That was how the Joker’s and Y/N relationship went, little by little Y/N grew closer towards him despite this every time Joker tried to kiss him she would back away, refusing to kiss him. Joker was bewildered, what more did he have to do? Did his scars terrify her, maybe that was it? Maybe Y/N was horrified to feel his scar-ridden face against her? 

Joker was out, able to rob another rich crime lord, he wanted to get Y/N yet another present. Joker was upset that Y/N didn’t want to kiss him after everything he had done. Why had he fallen in love with her in the first place?

Something had gone wrong, Joker had gotten injured, shot twice. He ordered the men to take him back to the warehouse he was staying, take him back to Y/N, who he knew would have been sleeping by now and she previously had been until the commotion woke her up. 

At first, Y/N believed that Joker had come back from whatever he had been doing, celebrating the success of another perfect hit, but something felt off even to her. Pulling back to covers, Y/N got out of bed, wrapping a dressing gown around her waist before slowly exiting the room and descending the stairs following the noise. She stopped short when you noticed the Joker lying on the table. The man gathered around him, not doing or saying anything. She ran towards the table, gasping when she noticed two bullet holes in Joker’s chest. Why was nobody doing anything? 

“J…can you hear me?…Don’t just stand there! Someone go get a first aid box and some alcohol….Now!” The men were shocked never had a woman spoken to them like that before, yet the knew better than to disagree with her. Y/N put both of hands either side of Joker’s face. 

“J, can you hear me…you’ve gotta wake up.” The men returned with the first aid box and the alcohol, Y/N began to analyse Joker’s bullet holes, undoing his shirt tearing it off, the bullet’s had gone straight through lucky enough, so Y/N began to clean his words. 

“I knew you were destined to take off my clothes.” Joker’s voice broke Y/N’s concentration as she looked into his brown eyes.

“J,” Joker observed Y/N’s eyes welled up Joker sat up ignoring her demands to lay down so she could finish. Joker got down from the table before he pulled Y/N into an embrace, she cupped his face gently, there were no words for her to say, she used to hate him for keeping her trapped and then she realised that he had never hurt her and gone out of the way to make her feel comfortable. Y/N slid her hand towards the back of his neck pulling him towards her, their lips finally met, soft and delicate at first, Joker’s arms closed around her as the kiss deepened Y/N’s hands moving to Joker’s hair, tugging gently, it wasn’t until Joker winced in pain did the two have to pull away. 

“You finally kissed me, that’s what I’ve got to do get shot.” Y/N looked at Joker with a raised eyebrow. 

“No, not anymore.” She replied as she kissed Joker once again before pulling away.

“Let’s get you patched up and then upstairs because I want to kiss you more.” After all of his hard work, it had finally worked. Joker displayed a human side to him that nobody else got to see. Joker wasn’t cruel or mean to Y/N, he was kind and loving and while everywhere in Gotham City people would never believe it, it was true. 

There would always be the untold passionate and corrupt story of the Joker found his beauty and that tale would be known as Beauty and the Clown… 

Antidote to Everything

Request: punk frank iero (high school au) imagine please where he’s almost like a bully and a douche (but not like the grade a asshole one you did) to everyone but he’s really really really sweet and nice and soft to y/n, while she’s a good girl and her parents disapprove of their relationship but she stays with Frank anyway. When he’s angry at someone, y/n goes to his house and does everything she can to calm him down and jUST REALLY FLUFFY THANK

Y/b/f= your best friend

I was pulled out of sleep from the buzzing of my phone. I stretched and checked the time: 2:00 a.m. Who the hell would be calling me at 2 in the morning? I was even more confused when I read the caller ID on my phone: Gee Way. “Gee?” I yawned into the phone, rubbing my half lidded eyes.

“Y/n! I’m sorry I have to call you this late but, I really need your help. It’s about Frank” My eyes snapped open and my pulse quickened. Getting a 2 am phone call about Frank was never a good sign.

“Frank? Is he okay? What’s going on?” I rambled, my grip getting tighter.

“He’s fine, right now. He just go really wasted at Ray’s kickback and now he’s determined to go fight this guy. We brought him back to my house and are trying to calm him down but, he won’t listen. Can you come by, please? I know it’s really late but, we don’t what to do. You’re the only who can get him to snap out of it”I could make out the muffled sound of glass breaking and Mikey Way yelling “Frank, no! That’s a collector’s item!”

“Yeah i’ll…i’ll do my best to get out of here. Just…keep him safe until then Gee.”

“We will, thank you. See you soon” I jumped up, my tiredness already wearing out. I threw on the first clothes in grasp: dark jeans, a blue tank top, and a gray hoodie. I made my way cautiously to my parent’s room. My dad constantly woke up in the middle of the night, so there was no way I would be able to sneak out. I was gonna have to lie, something I was getting way to good at since I met Frank. My parents hated him, judging purely off his appearance and reputation among the rest of the PTA members. So every time I wanted to see him, I had no choice but to lie. They thought I broke up with Frank months ago, so they were never suspicious when I left. “Mom?” I gently shook her, already working up fake tears.

“Yeah? What’s wrong?” She asked, reaching to the side table to turn on her lamp.

“It’s y/b/f…her dog got out and they can;t find him anywhere…they really the extra help so can I go over that to help look? She’s really upset and is asking everyone to come look” I sniveled, forcing out some tears.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Do you need a ride?” 

“No, I need to take the car so we can split up. Thank you, i’ll be back in the morning”

“Be careful y/n, and tell y/b/f’s mother i’ll see her at the next meeting”

15 minutes of speeding and running a few red lights, I made i to the Way house on the other side of the town. The not very good side of town either. I could hear muffled yelling from the front porch. I only knocked once when the door flew open, Gerard looked exhausted. “Thank god, he’s in my room” I nodded and quickly darted past him, quickly going downstairs to the basement. 

“Frank no! If you’re gonna break something, break this cup, not the fucking sword!” I winced when Frank grabbed the cup and chucked it against the wall, sending glass every where. 

“Frankie…?” I said quietly when I got to the bottom of the stairs. He whipped around, eyes softening when he saw me. 

“Y/n” He threw his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. He was trembling. I threaded my hands through his matted hair.

“Shhh Frankie it’s okay…just calm down” 

“I…I can’t, that fucking piece of shit Mathews has been running his mouth”He said through gritted teeth, balling his fist into my hood. “I…I have to do something! He won’t get away with this!” He pulled away from me and walked to the other side of the room, grunting as he slammed his fist through the dry wall.

“Frank, please stop…” I used the one weapon I had against him, I started crying. I knew Frank would never hurt me, so it was my job to calm him down when he got to heated. I covered my face with my hands, rubbing my eyes with my palms to try and force out tears.

“No no no…aw fuck please don’t cry. I’m sorry I just…i’m just so angry, all the time…” He walked towards me slowly and gently reached for my hand, placing it on his chest. “See? It’s okay. You don’ have to be scared baby” His heart beat was wild, like his chest was about to explode. I turned to Mikey.

“You can go to bed Mikey, I can take it from here” He smiled gratefully, making his way back up the stairs.

“Do you want me to bring you guys something? A snack? A condom?” He said smugly when he got to the top step, dodging a shoe Frank threw up at him. 

“That fucking kid” Frank chuckled, shaking his head. I could feel his body relax, his heart rate going back to normal. I took his hand in mine and dragged him to the bed. I pulled him down next to me, curling up into his chest. Once you get Frank out of fight mode, the best thing to do is to put him to bed before he has time to get worked up again. “Thank you…for coming” He smiled, gently tucking a stray hair behind my ear. 

“Of course Frankie, i’m always here for you” I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. He glided his lips against mine smoothly, always touching me as if I could break. We pulled away,  resting our foreheads together.

“You make everything better, you know that?”