writing-ontheimpala

It was the middle of the night and Dean was a heavy sleeper, so when you felt him climbing out of bed you started to panic. You watched him get dressed and head over to his things, packing them away. ‘Dean? What are you doing?’ you asked. Dean’s silhouette froze but he carried on packing his things after a moment. You climbed out of bed and stood by him. ‘Dean, what’s wrong?’ ‘I need to keep you safe, baby.’ Dean’s voice was thick with tears. He was fumbling around in his bag, trying to put things in. You grabbed his hands and he looked the other way. ‘What are you trying to say

The deep voice rumbled in your ear, despite the fact that the man was way taller than you were. He wore a friendly smile on his bearded face, gentle blue eyes swallowing you whole. In his large hand was a spiral notebook with a red cover, 'Sketches' written in a bright blue Sharpie on the top. And instead of you taking the notebook, the man instead grabbed your stack of books and the like, walking towards your art class. Your eyebrows came together and you walked with him. "Um..." He looked down at you with that same grin. "You are in art, correct?" "Yeah..." "Yes, I have that fourth block." He explained. "I've seen you run off from it to

Inspired by Mackie and Seb asking each other questions (link in description). "What is the one question that you both would like to ask each other that you haven't been asked before?" The interviewer asked. You smiled at the genius behind the question and jumped at your chance to tackle the one thing that had been plaguing you since you got to these junkets with Sebastian. "I've got one." You said, turning in your seat to face him. Taking note with how rigid he became. "Why don't you look at me?" From the moment you arrived for the press tour, the whole cast had been more than happy to see you again, sharing hugs and asking you about what

Boyfriend!Deadpool x Reader (feat. Brother!Spiderman and Sibling!Reader) You knew your brother wasn't going to be happy when he found out. You knew Peter would probably huff and puff and wish he could actually blow the house (or apartment building, in this case) down. He would probably glare at you and Wade in silence before getting up and going to his room to fume like hell. You expected this, all of this, because that was the type of person Peter was; no matter how angry he was, he would never hurt you or Aunt May in his anger. He loved you both two much. Deadpool, however... Crash! "Wilson, I'm gonna kill you!" shouted the angry voice

The wind blew cold over Central City's tall towering buildings. Cars rushed by in a hurry to get out of chill. Scattered people could be seen running home to get warm. Cisco and (Y/N) sat on the balcony of her house, watching the snowflakes falling on the street. Cisco, who had been watching the cars go by, lifted his head to look at his girlfriend. She looked radiant. Her (H/C) hair was lightly dusted with the white that now covered almost everything. Her eyes shimmered with childlike wonder, fixated on the world below them. With each exhale, her breath floated away on the breeze, soft and misty. Cisco wrapped one arm around (Y/N) and pulled

    Your (E/C) eyes trailed over the man in the glass prison before you. He was someone you had once known, or at least you thought you had known him. His wonderful eyes that seemed to change between blue, green, and grey. His well defined cheekbones and his jet black hair. Those were the features of the man you had grown to love. They had once brought you comfort at the mere sight of them, now all you felt was betrayal.     "I did not think they would let you near me." The man told you. He gazed down at you, strangely calm for the situation he was in. "Don't they tend to separate people who have 'relations' in these types of situations." Y

A/N: I do recommend you guys to listen to this song while reading Muse — I Belong to You (though the fic isn't based on it). And hope you enjoy! ;) Sherlock was sitting in an armchair, hands connected in his favorite gesture and eyes unfocused, but still staring right at your figure. Pretending to be concentrated on the book in your hands, you were trying to hide a mischievous smile. ”Stop it,” you said after a while, turning away from his gaze. ”Stop what?” he asked as if he were surprised. ”Oh, I don't know, staring at me, maybe,” you smirked. ”I'm not staring, Y/N. I'm thinking.” R

Hurricane - MS MR Didn't know what this would be But I knew I didn't see What you thought You saw in me Will jerked awake, terrified until he realized he was in his room, in his bed. The nightmares were worse than they had been in a long time. He tried to ignore his rapidly beating heart. He sat up and rested his elbows on his knees. He buried his face in his hands and took a few deep breaths. He decided it would be probably be best if he didn't stay here to linger on his dreams. He stood up and tromped outside to the porch, shivering as the wind picked up. It was biting and the snowflakes settled in his hair like an icy, broken crown. He wa

He stepped into your apartment expecting to see you working away on your computer. It was where you spent the most of your time. He set his keys on the counter, looking over his large nose in search of his lady. It was rather quiet. Dead silent, actually. "(Name)?" He called, glancing at his phone. The text you sent asking him to come over was real, as was the bag of your favorite snacks in his other hand. Best to come prepared, after all. The plastic bag was placed on the kitchen table just as he heard the soft shuffling of your feet, clad in woolly socks he bought you a year ago. He would've laughed at the sight of you if he hadn't seen th

You wiped your eyes, Aunt Claire hugging all three of you to death until your parents arrived. Turns out fucking with nature was a bad idea~ Who'da fuckin' thunk?! "Claire..." You muttered. "Don't you ever invite us on a vacation like this ever again." She merely puffed out a short laugh and pressed her forehead to your shoulder, shaking her head. "Let's not worry about more vacations." You cracked a smile and pulled your brothers close. "Hey you two. You've been quiet." "We almost died." Gray said blankly, staring into the nothing, Zach merely nodding in agreement. "Well, we didn't. Thanks to Aunt Claire and Owen." The boys had never b

“Merlin!” You took a step back, letting the cold water the boy had just splashed on you drip onto the floor. “I was taking these sheets to Arthur’s room.” Merlin looked at you with an apologetic look on his face. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). Here, let me grab you some dry ones.” He took the sopping sheets from your hands before you could protest. “Be right back,” he guaranteed, before rushing down the hall. You sighed and leaned against the wall, waiting for his return. You were a servant at the castle. Fortunately ( or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it), you were no one’

A/N: I switch point of views, and I let you know.  If it gets confusing, please comment about it and I will fix it! Your POV (Point of View) You look around your new room, sighing.  Aunt Melissa comes up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder.   “I really hope you find it comfortable here, (y/n),”  she squeezes lightly.  “Let my know if you need anything.” You nod, thanking her.  Then she leaves you to unpack.  It’s a Saturday, and the first day of school is Monday.  You’re a little apprehensive.  Your parents are both in the military and were called overseas.  They gave you an option:  travel around