'do you think tonight's a danger night

  • aries: I know this is a hard time for you, aries, but remember: 'tis better to have loved and lost. it’s really great, just the best.
  • taurus: step on a crack, break your mother’s back. pick up the phone, break your mother’s tailbone. take your coffee with creamer, break your mother’s femur. the wizard’s spell has gone terribly wrong, and you must not move at all until it is reversed.
  • gemini: you will meet a tall, handsome stranger. he will introduce himself, you will come to know him well, and he will know you well. he will grow older. his skin will sag and thin. he will no longer be handsome. he will no longer be a stranger. he will no longer be most of the things he once was. he will be a close friend, an old friend, one you’ve known for years, and with whom you are settling down into that final stretch of life. but he will always be tall. so tall. very, very tall.
  • cancer: I’m not saying this is bad news, but the stars just say “aaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!” I mean, maybe that’s a good sign, right? right? it’s a very inexact science.
  • leo: today is your lucky day! which is good news, because tonight is your unlucky night. but enjoy this lucky day until the sun goes down. until the very second the sun goes down. and then…and then
  • virgo: you should check under your bed before you go to sleep. that way the thing hiding in your closet will think you haven’t realized where it is yet.
  • libra: all eyes are on you. gross! give them back!
  • scorpio: mars is intersecting with Mercury, which means your head is weirdly big for your body, and no one wants to tell you because they don’t want you to have the grace of self awareness. ugh! scorpios.
  • sagittarius: you worry too much about earthquakes and plane crashes. you’re going to die of heart disease or cancer, just like everybody else.
  • capricorn: stop throwing your money away on expensive cars and nice clothes. the owners of those cars and outfits do not appreciate the crumpled dollar bills you keep throwing on them! and anyway, if you want to throw something away, that’s what garbage cans are for.
  • aquarius: you’ve been so stressed lately. why not just sit outside tonight, relax, look up at the stars, and know basically nothing about the world you live in.
  • pisces: scorpions are not as dangerous as everyone thinks. try to concentrate on that. it’ll help you feel a little calmer tomorrow. (welcome to night vale ep75)
In a heartbeat (Chapter 2)

A/N: OMG, you guys, I am literally startled. Thank you all so much for your positive and numerous feedback, I never thought this new project would be so well received. Enjoy the next chapter! ♥

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A Messed Up Place | Four

Pairings: Bucky x Reader || Steve x Reader

Summary: Bucky sees something that leaves him shaken up and makes some bad decisions after. 

Warnings: One mention of sex, alcohol abuse, a lot of swearing. BUCKY FEELS SHIT ABOUT HIMSELF – and the language of the chapter reflects this.

Notes: Written for @hellomissmabel. Y’all like angst, right? Because I’m feeding it to you by the bucketload. 

and random, but: sorry that things keep happening in the kitchen. idk, I just have an obsession with kitchens, i guess?? Also, sorry if there are any typos. Didn’t really have a proper read-through of this. 

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True to your word, the day after your date with Steve, you come in search of Bucky in order to have a chat. Despite the fact that Bucky is expecting it, an uneasy sense of dread settles in his gut all the same.

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Imagine Steve saving you from a tricky situation

Steve Rogers x Reader
word count: 987

It was nearly 1:30 in the morning when you found yourself walking home from a night out with some friends. It was a night that you needed after a hellish week. It seemed like you had more meetings and paperwork than normal.

The bar that you met your friends at was one of your favorites. The bartenders were nice and friendly and the prices for the drinks weren’t half bad. It felt good to sit around with the people that you are closest to and recap on your week.

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Bodyguard Bucky.

A/n: The title is unoriginal af, I know. Just a little thing I wrote because I saw a dvd of ‘The Bodyguard’ in a charity shop and was hit with the idea, that Bucky is your bodyguard but you’re secretly in love with him. (It is nothing like that film/play, I haven’t seen it but I looked up the plot.) I thought ‘that’ll be easy to write’, but oh my gosh, was I wrong! It’s gone through so many rewrites and had about half of the original version cut, and it has some of the same themes as other things I’ve written, but I hope it’s okay…

Proof read by way of a text-speech device.

Summary: You’re secretly in love with Bucky, your bodyguard, but now he’s leaving…Whatcha gonna do?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Gender Neutral)

(Mentions of being Tony Starks’ child, but only mentions, and it’s not clear if you’re adopted or what-not, to keep it inclusive…)

Word count: 2136

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol/intoxication, some angst and crying, but fluff by the end :)


As Y/N Stark, Tony Stark’s one and only child, you were obviously going to be a bit of an easy target, so since you’d finished school you’d had a bodyguard to protect you practically 24/7. The man entrusted to keep you safe for the past few years was one James Buchanan Barnes, or Bucky to you, and over that time you’d like to believe that he’d come to be more of a friend than just paid protection. 

Apparently not though. Last week he’d announced he was to quit with no warning and that single action had sent your life into turmoil, having realised a long time ago that you were completely and utterly in love with him.

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The Waiting Game

Next up is another work for our emperor, Roman Reigns. Lets read and see whats in store, shall we?

A/N: Again thank you so much to @savmontreal for letting me adopt and run away with this fic. Love you sis so much.

Warnings: Angst and a pissed off woman tired of loving someone who doesn’t have the time of day for her, even though he is her best friend!

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Roman and I have been friends, well best friends for almost 5 years now. I was with him when he started his career in the WWE. I came to every show I could to support him. I bought his merch. I retweeted his tweets and liked his social media posts. I stayed in my lane. But that became hard when I started to get feelings for the giant samoan. It came to a head when he and Dean were betrayed by Seth. My feelings that night wouldn’t be denied. I knew I couldn’t simply be his friend anymore.

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Originally posted by bonniebirdsgifcentre

Aiden x Reader (Requested by Anon)

Morning! Can I request a reader x aiden from teen wolf story please? Aiden and Reader get into an argument and aiden raises his arms in frustration and the reader instinctively flinches. Aiden is heartbroken because he thinks the reader is now scared of him and all he wants is for her to trust him and make her feel safe? Thank you love ❤

(AN: I’ll be doing this one in Aiden’s perspective just because I think that would better fit the request)

(Y/N) and I have been dating for quite awhile. Not too long, but awhile. We knew some secrets about each other, but not all. She often argued with me over whether or not I should help out Scott and the others. She thought it was too dangerous, even though I was werewolf and could very well protect myself. I mean, have you seen me?

Anyways, tonight was one of those nights. I wanted to go help Scott and Stiles with a few things, and she didn’t want me to leave, fearing I wouldn’t come home later. It was a completely irrational fear, but she didn’t get that.

“What if something happens to you? What if I don’t see you again?!” She looked frantic as she asked me for the twentieth time.

“I’ll be fine! You don’t know half the shit I went through before I joined Scott. If anything happens, it won’t do much to me!”

“But what about last week? You came home a bloody mess after telling me that same thing! I don’t wanna wake up to blood trails in the house and you bleeding out on the couch!” She shouted back. Her eyes looked panicked and she couldn’t hold her hands still as she expressed her concern for me.

I know she only worried because someone in her family had gone out to do a simple mundane task and they ended up getting murdered. She doesn’t want that to happen to me, but she needs to learn to relax.

“(Y/N) I’ll be fine!”

“But what if you’re not!”

“How many times do I have to say it?! Nothing’s gonna happen to me and I’ll come home just fine! Just trust me!” I raised my hands as I let out a grunt of frustration and my eyes widened.

I made a mistake.

The moment my hands had reached up, (Y/N) flinched. Her whole body flinched away from me and her eyes slammed shut as she closed in on herself.

She was bracing herself to be hit.

It was at that moment my heart broke. There were things in her past that she didn’t tell me. Dark times she didn’t want to relive, and I just about made her.

“(Y/N)?” She slightly flinched with the sound of my voice breaking the silence before she opened her eyes. They weren’t wide. If anything, they were calm as if nothing had happened and she only looked as if she was sleepy. But she didn’t answer me.

“(Y/N), talk to me babygirl,” I muttered. I decided to keep my distance because I didn’t want to scare her any more than I already did.

“You can go with Scott and Stiles if you want…” She whispered. At that, I knew she gave up and that she wanted to be left alone. She went to turn away and walk to our room when I spoke again.

“I don’t think I will.” She turned to me with her brows pulled together in confusion.


“I don’t want to go with them anymore. I’d rather stay here with my girlfriend and reassure her that I’d never hurt her and she has no reason to flinch away from me.” I gently said as I slowly walked to her, “She needs to know that she can trust me, no matter what her past says and that I’ll always lover her.”

She had a few tears race down her cheeks and I reached up to wipe them away before placing a kiss on her forehead. I pulled her body to mine. She slightly shook with each breath she took, trying to calm down.

“I don’t ever want you to be scared of me, okay? I’m here to keep you safe and to protect you and to love you. Okay, babydoll?” I mumbled into her hair. I felt her nod against my chest.

“I love you…” She muttered, sounding muffled because I was holding her so close.

“I love you too,” I pulled her away and placed a soft kiss on her lips before smirking and picking her up bridal style, “Where to mi’lady? A marathon of Friends in the bedroom? A good burger from that sketchy restaurant down the street?”

“Neither,” She giggled. God, I loved her giggle. It left a warm feeling in my chest every time I heard it.

“Then what shall we do?” I asked as I nuzzled her cheek, making her laugh again.

“Can we take a bath?” She sweetly asked, a light blush flooding her cheeks as I smirked.

“Well of course. Anything for you,” I said as I carried her to the bathroom.

I can only hope I never do what I did tonight again and I hope she ends up telling me her past so I can better understand. But I also want her to know she never has anything to worry about with me. And hopefully, with time, she will.

Imagine being Barba’s daughter and Jamie asking you out on a date

(A/N: For @crazyreader1899 who requested something with Jamie as well as the reader being Barba’s duaghter. I hope you and everyone else enjoys this! Also I hope the Anon and everyone else who wanted more Jamie enjoys this) 

Imagine being Barba’s daughter and Jamie asking you out on a date

“NYPD freeze!” A harsh voice from behind you demanded.

You’d heard the door being broken in seconds before. It had shocked you so much that didn’t react. You froze before they even said it in fear. Once the orders were barked at you, you slowly turned around the refrigerator door still open as you turned, a carton of milk still in your hand and a cereal bowl in the other. It was pitch black except for the light from the refrigerator and the two flashlights staring at you, illuminating perfectly the barrels of two guns also aimed in your direction. You were so scared that your hands flew up immediately and in the process, you dropped both the milk and bowl on the floor.

Instantly shattering.

That noise was obviously enough to wake up your Dad, but obviously, the door flying off its hinges wasn’t.

“What the hell is going on?” You heard your Dad shout as he flipped the light switch and lit up the entire room.

You squinted in the bright lights and finally saw the faces behind the two guns faced at you. Two uniformed NYPD officers.

“Dad…” You finally spluttered out, not taking your eyes off.

“Y/N?” He asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Getting a surprise midnight snack. Next time I’ll call in advance.” You explained hastily, your hands still up.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! So... since harry potter is on your fandom list thing, is there any way a huge fan of yours could get a slightly angsty and incredibly fluffy oneshot or more if you get inspired with that precious bb Remus Lupin? It can be HP era or marauders era, up to you. Thanks so much!! :)

OK SO PLEASE SEND MORE HARRY POTTER STUFF BC REMUS IS MY BABE AND I LOVE HIM SM??? this is set in the marauders era but i am 1000% down to write some golden trio era stuff too !! also im like one of a solid 3 people in the fandom that doesnt subscribe to the whole andrew garfield as a faceclaim thing but hey mod gaston and i came up with alternates and we decided matthew gray gubler makes an adorable remus bc look at this babe ???? but hey yall can have ur hcs ill have mine  🕷️💋

“Hey James!” you flagged down the boy as he walked.

“____, what’s up?”

“Have you seen Rem? I wanted to ask him about some homework.”

“He’s, uh, out. Y’know,” he nervously scans the other students passing the two of you.

“Full moon tonight?” you ask keeping your voice low. He nods slightly.

“Listen, I promised I’d meet Pads before dinner -” he awkwardly motioned towards the Gryffindor Common Room.

“No, no it’s alright,” you turn to walk back down the staircase, “I’ll catch up with you later, yeah?”


You took a seat in one of the chairs of the Common Room, glancing around at the decor.

“Never been in Gryffindor’s before…” you mumble to yourself.

You watch as three particular troublemakers made their way from the boy’s dormitory towards you.

Sirius was the first to notice you, “____? What are you doing -”

“Got the password a while ago from a friend. Listen, I wanted to ask you something.”

“We’re kinda busy, can it wait till tomorrow?”


“Listen, I know you guys usually spend the night with him, but -”

“How do you know that?”

“I’m his friend too, you know,” you sigh, “He tells me these kinds of things. Anyways, I was thinking…What if I went tonight?”

“I’m all for the fact that you wanna help a friend, ____, but you can’t come with us, it’s too dangerous.”

“I actually wanted to go alone.”

They all stared at you as if you were mad.

“Have you lost your damn mind?”

“James, listen, I’ve got a plan and -”

“No! It’s way too dangerous. Listen, ____, it’s nothing against you, but…It’s just…Too dangerous.”

“If you won’t let me go I’ll march right down to Dumbledore’s office and tell him about your little map you all use.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

James sighed, Sirius simply glared at you, and Peter stood behind them, clueless as always.

“When you get hurt don’t say we didn’t warn you.”

You get up from your seat and make your way towards the exit, “I’ll be fine.”

“How do you even know about the map anyways?” James calls after you.

“I told you, he tells me these kinds of things,” you smirk.

Your footsteps echoed off of the stone walls as you traversed the small passageway. You could still hear the thump of the Whomping Willow above you, and had it not been for the soft glow of your wand, you would’ve been left in complete darkness. After a few minutes of walking, you found yourself confronted with a small door above you, it reminded you of the entrance to a cellar. You pushed your way through it, being sure it was closed once you were through.

The house you stood in was dusty and decrepit, just standing in the hall you felt your anxiety levels rise. You slowly took your first step, and the floor under you creaked. You heard a shuffling from upstairs, and your eyes shot towards the ceiling, scanning it for any other signs of life. After a small period of silence, you took another step, this time towards the nearby staircase.

You heard the shuffling again, then a small thunk.

“Rem?” you whispered, hoping to hear him answer.

He didn’t.

You climbed the steps slowly, trying to make minimal noise. Your bag felt heavy on your shoulder despite its light weight.

At the top of the steps, you were faced with a door, half open already.

You reached out and pushed it, and watched as it slowly creaked open.

You saw him sat in the corner, his head buried in his knees, his breath rigid.


His head shot up at the sound of your voice.

“____, what are you doing here?” his face was overwhelmed with worry, making the dark circles under his eyes even more prominent.

“You’ve got to leave, you gotta go, it - It’s not safe, you know -”

“Does it hurt?”

He stopped speaking, though his expression was still overcome with concern.


“Does it hurt?”

He doesn’t acknowledge your question for a moment until he slowly nods, dropping his head back to his knees.

“Yeah,” his voice was muffled.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ve got to leave, though,” he suddenly stands, “You know it’s not safe -”

“I’m staying.”

He shakes his head as he approaches you, “Please, I don’t…” He finally is close enough to touch, and you watch your friend stare down at your hand - god how much he wanted to take it in his own, grab it and never let go - “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“I might,” he meets your eyes, “I can’t exactly control myself when…When it happens.”

You reach into your bag, pulling out a small object. You look at it before placing it in his hand.

“I know it’s your favorite.” He looks at the small candy bar before glancing back up at you, he had such pretty eyes, didn’t he? You never noticed how the green sometimes turned to a sort of blue -

“Thank you,” a small smile crossed his face, “But…You really do have to go.”

“I’m not leaving.”


“At least let me stay for a little bit longer, then.”

He turned his head, looking out the window before glancing down at the chocolate, then to you.

“You can’t stay long.”

A smile spreads across your face.

“I don’t get how you stand me, really,” he leans his head back against the wall.


“I mean, all I really am is a hassle, aren’t I? I just cause problems and I’m not worth your time, and -”

“Rem, you’re worth all the time in the world.”

“What I am is a monster.”

“What you are is kind, and cute, and shy and -”

“I don’t get why you like someone like me. Someone with my condition.”

“Because you aren’t defined by it. It’s a small part of a much bigger whole.”

“It’s a pretty big part of my life, if you ask me.”

“I’m not saying it’s not. I’m saying everything else about you, all that good, isn’t defined by that single negative. You’re too hard on yourself, Remus. You’re really a wonderful guy.”

“That’s not how I see it.”

“Well it’s how everyone else does. I’ll just have to teach you to see it my way, eh?” you nudge him playfully. He flashes a small smile again, and the sight makes your heart melt.

You sit in silence for a few minutes, just sitting, enjoying each other’s company. You almost forget why you’re there until suddenly you see him tense up.


“You gotta go,” he breathes before letting out a grunt of pain and falling forward to the floor.

You felt your heart shatter at the sight of him in pain.

“Rem -” you reach out towards him, resting your hand on his shoulder. At your touch he jerks away.



He’s shaking as he meets your eyes. His pupils dilate as his head lowers again, and he lets out a scream of pain. You wince at the noise, but stand your ground. His nails dig into the floor and his breath quivers as he bites hard on his bottom lip, drawing blood.

“Please,” his voice is weak.

“I want to stay.”

He jerks backwards, slamming against the wall. You look away as you hear the sickening snap of bone.

You slowly back towards the bed that sat in the corner of the room, unsure of what to do. He let out another groan of pain, though as it went on it became less human. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

There were a few more moments filled with the sounds of both bone and flesh contorting, and you hold your breath as the room becomes silent. You hear a small whimper, and you slowly open your eyes, and turn to face him.

You’d expected much worse, honestly.

He almost looked cute - his fur was shaggy, and the same shade as his hair. His robes were tattered but still clung to his body.

You let out the breath you held.

His amber eyes snapped up towards you, and you were struck with fear.

“Rem?” you whisper.

The wolf’s eyes softened for a moment, and he took a step towards you. You smiled and stepped away from the bed, towards him, and extended a hand to reach for him. He stopped walking, and you barely saw his pupils dilate once more before he let out a growl and leapt towards you.

You stumbled backwards, onto the bed and frantically grabbed around for your wand. Your fingers felt nothing but the cold and worn quilt of the bed as you heard another bark and the patter of nails against the hardwood floor. You barely rolled out of the way before you felt the pressure of another creature on the bed besides you. You clambered onto the floor, searching furiously for your wand. You spotted it a foot away, next to your bag. Crawling towards it, you barely making contact before you heard the howl of your friend beside you.

If you could even call it your friend - you knew it wasn’t really him.

“Rem, please,” you whimper, finally grabbing hold of your wand. You then pull yourself to your feet using the wall as support.

The wolf simply growled aggressively, and bounded towards you. He swiped at your arm, barely catching it and tearing your colored robes in the process. The action made you fall backwards, though you didn’t process the pain right away.

Your breathing quickened as the animal slowly approached you again, teeth bared.

“Remus, I know you’re in there somewhere. I know…I know…”

The beast paid no attention to your pleas and leaped towards you again, but before he made contact with you, your arm flew in front of you, wand in hand. You weren’t sure which spell you’d casted, as a thousand different ones had flown through your mind all at once, but whichever it was sent the wolf flying back into the wall. It landed on the ground, whimpering. You immediately felt a pang of regret and sadness, you had just hurt your best friend.

You slowly approached him, placing a hand on his soft fur.


The wolf responded slightly to the noise, trying to lift its head. It let out a deep huff before resting back on the ground.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry -” You placed your other hand onto its head, petting him. It seemed to lean into your touch, once again letting out a small whine.

Maybe it had hit its head too hard, or maybe you had somehow gotten through to him, but you knew then that you were safe. You sat down next to him, leaning against his torso, slowly stroking the fur of his neck. The scraps of robe that still stuck to him somehow only added to your comfort, reminding you of his true self.

You closed your eyes, and soon enough fell into a deep slumber, not even noticing that the wolf had adjusted its large body to somewhat wrap itself around you protectively.

It wasn’t the sunlight glaring through the window that woke you. It wasn’t even the cold. In fact, it was the lack of cold that had awoken you. You opened your eyes, still dazed from sleep. Your pillow rose and fell rhythmically, and you raised your head to look at it, confused.

Instead of the familiar four-poster you were used to sleeping in, you then realized that you lay on the hard-wood floor of a bedroom.

“Rem?” your voice was low and still veiled in slumber.

He lay below you, dark circles surrounding his eyes. Just the look of him made you exhausted, as though in some way you could share his burden of fatigue.

His arm is draped around your waist, and you make no attempt to move it as you lay back down against his chest, which is barely covered by his clothes.

The contact makes him shiver, and he opens his eyes, startled after being pulled from sleep.

He groans, taking a moment to asses the situation.

“____?” his voice is gravelly.

“Hm?” you snuggle closer to him, suddenly feeling the chill of the shack’s air.

“What are you…Oh god. Oh god, did I -”

“I’m fine, love.”

He stiffens at the name. You chuckle, then reach up to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“____, I don’t understand…”


“Why you’d risk your life for…Someone like me.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I…I just…”

You look up at him again and see a few stray strands of hair draped over his face. You grin, once again reaching up to kiss him, though this time you capture his lips, and your eyes flutter shut as you do so. Despite his exhaust, he eagerly kisses back, and after you part he sighs, turning his head to stare out the window.

“Have you got classes today?”


“Can we stay a while longer?”

“Of course, Rem.”

You hear an almost inaudible, “Yes!” from him.

You giggle as you cuddle closer to him, and he wraps his other arm around you, “Dork.”

Anger Issues

Anger Issues (one shot)

Prompt: Something sets you off and become unstable and Bucky has to stop you from hurting yourself or others.

Warnings: anger issues, swearing, physically restraining the reader, bruising, sad Bucky :(


You suddenly slammed your fist against the coffee table in front of the TV. Bucky jumped a little and looked up to you wide eyed from the kitchen. He was just trying to make some tea. He did not expect that emotional outburst. You were angry. You were unstable in that very moment and he knew it. His heart sunk when he realized you were going to get up and do something about it too.
He abandoned the chai tea you’d gifted him awhile back and walked over to the couch next to you. You were still staring at the table you’d just hit. Your fist hurt, but it helped with the tension you had built up.
“What’s up sweetheart?” He attempted to use some of your favorite nicknames. He settled a hand on your shoulder tentatively, and you didn’t even move.
“Doll, look at me.”
But you didn’t. His words didn’t seem to even register in your mind. He knew you weren’t ignoring him on purpose. Sometimes you just couldn’t control yourself. In a lot of ways it made you an amazing fighter and a good addition to the team. In other ways it meant you pushed away a lot of people by accident, and depended a lot on Bucky for support.
Your fists were closed tight and your breathing was getting heavier. You felt the urge to get out of the cooped up room, you hated being closed up somewhere when you were angry. His hand slid off your shoulder as you stood up and began to walk away. He grasped your arm and stood up with you. He couldn’t let you do this, you’d end up doing something you’d regret. That’s what always happened.
“Let me go Bucky.” You growled, you didn’t even look at him. Your temper was through the roof and you couldn’t hold it back much longer.
He hated this. With a passion. He never wanted to be the one to stop you like this. You could usually keep your temper at bay and stop yourself. Tonight was not one of those nights.
“Get OFF me Bucky!”
He didn’t want to do this, he didn’t want to be the one to stop you. But you were out of control and weren’t thinking straight. You weren’t yourself when you were angry. He’d seen this side of you on missions plenty of times. He’d dealt with the aftermath of your rage, he’d helped you calm down afterwards, he’d talked you down, he even was able to stop you mid-rage. But he’d never had to protect you like this.
You were a danger to yourself and others. You were a bit confused that he was still holding on, he wasn’t holding you tightly, but just enough not to get away from him. Usually at any sign of hesitation he’d back off from you.
What was he doing?
You struggled and tried to tear away from his grip. He only held you more firmly.
“What the fuck are you doing?” You looked back at him, and he looked so tired. Emotionally tired. He didn’t answer you.
“I swear to fucking god!” You screamed, you were really fighting him now, trying desperately to get his hand off you.
“Doll, please.” He pleaded with you quietly, his voice cracked at the word ‘please’.
He watched your eyes go wild, and you attempted to pull your arm from his grip.
“Bucky?!” You said exasperated.
What is he doing?
Your anger was starting to be directed at him.
“Let me go, what the fuck?!”
You used your other hand to pry at his, but it was all pretty futile. You let out an angry gasp and resorted to hitting his arm. He let you do so. Bucky made sure not to use his metal arm. He swore he’d never use it on you, he wouldn’t hurt you like that. You were hitting harder and harder, and though it didn’t do much to him, the fact that you were really fighting him was breaking his heart. He was scared he’d hurt you if he stopped you.
“You need to take some breaths with me.” He said. But that was completely out of the question at this point.
You screamed in anger.
You started hitting wherever you could, whether that be his arm, hand, face, chest, or shoulder. He didn’t want to use his arm, he really didn’t, but the fist coming straight for his face was enough to get him to do so. He held your other arm as softly as he could without releasing you.
The image of him restraining you with Hydra’s metal arm made him shut his eyes and pray silently that it would end soon.

You were seething, and obviously confused why he wouldn’t let you go.
“Get your fucking hand off me!” You screamed. He wished he could.
“You need to calm down first, we can-”
You interrupted him by kneeing him in the crotch. He gasped and involuntarily gripped down on you harder.
You screamed out in pain and fury. The only thing he could think of was getting you to the ground. He slowly started to sink to the ground, which made you do so as well. You weren’t going down easy. He had you fall to your knees with him. He tried whispering calmly but it only got you more agitated. You struggled against him as hard as you could, but still ended up pinned to the ground underneath him. You looked like a wild animal in a trapped enclosure.
“I’ll fucking kill you, you fucking hydra psychopath murdering fuck!”
You yelled abuse at him as you wrestled on the ground with him. He knew you didn’t mean it, he knew you were angry and panicking. That didn’t make it hurt any less.
“I’ll fucking murder you, get the fuck off Barnes! Fuck!” You screamed out.
“You need to stop.” He said calmly.
“Burn in hell!”
He had you properly apprehended though, and he knew he had to wait until you were calm to let you go. It was just a waiting game by that point.
“Get off me, stop!”
“Bucky, stop!”
You were breathing heavily and screaming, but also realized how futile your struggling was. You were losing, and that was pissing you off. Your arms were pinned above your head and he sat on you legs. You couldn’t move.
“Go back to fucking Hydra you piece of shit!” You yelled. You spat the most angry and hateful things you could think of. Your mind was a whirlwind, consisting of determination and anger. Bucky could barely look down at you. He didn’t want to see you like this. You were getting tired fast. You tried your best to keep squirming, but you hadn’t had any progress the past few minutes. Slowly but surely you started settling down. You were breathing heavily and soon the only sound in the room was your panting. Your chest was heaving up and down. Bucky didn’t know what to say. What could he say? He didn’t even know if you’d get right back up and do it all again if he let you go.
“Are you better?” He asked softly. You didn’t respond. He took his metal arm off your right arm. He was relived that you didn’t go back to hitting him. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the bruise on your arm. He took his other arm off and sat upright. Another bruise. He felt tears well up in his eyes and clenched his own fists. He swore he’d never forgive himself. He hurt you, just like he said he wouldn’t. You sat upright, looked at Bucky and saw his face contorted and attempting not to cry. Your heart rate was back to normal, and the anger had subsided. Guilt creeped in and you tried your best to ignore the way he tucked his metal arm back as if it was a dangerous weapon that could go off at any moment. You shifted towards him again, and laid your head against his shoulder and you both looked ahead without saying a word. You grabbed his metal hand, despite his obvious attempt to keep you away from it. You squeezed and turned to look at his face.
That’s all you could think to say. You watched silent tears fall from his eyes, and you got in his lap and hugged him as tightly as you could. He rested his chin on your head and you rested your head against his chest.
“Doll please don’t ever make me do something like that again.” He choked out.
“I don’t want to hurt you again.”
You sighed and pulled from his chest and looked him in the eyes.
“You were just protecting me Bucky, it’s okay.” You say, and you stand up. You made him get to his feet too. You sat him down at the couch and went to make him his chai tea. You walk to the couch and give him his tea.
“Thank you Bucky.” You say to him, and he wipes his tears with his sleeve.
You cuddle up against him and fall asleep to a movie in his arms. He plays with you hair softly and holds you close.
Maybe he could forgive himself after all.


A/N: based off of the literal 38 times I’ve seen someone get contained in inpatient therapy. Not fun. I was thinking about it again the other day and decided to get it out. This is a pretty good representation of what would really happen, including the sudden change of moods after being held down. I mean there would be people literally trying to kill themselves or fight people and then get up afterwards like nothing happened and be completely fine the rest of the day. Very strange and really scary experiences. I based the reader off of about 2/3 people I knew from the treatment program. But also here’s a PSA remember that physically restraining someone while they are dangerous is DANGEROUS, and the only reason it was okay to do it at the program was because the staff were trained, grown adults and we were all kids with issues. Love y'all, stay safe, 🐊

KHH songs post for that lovely anon (and everyone else)

Hi, hi, here I am! I’m going to post some songs and artists for that anon who asked me for advice *-* 

First, since youn mentioned DEAN, Crush and Heize, I would recommend you to also listen to Zion T., Primary, Kisum, Owol, Babylon,Hyukoh, Minje and Samuel Seo

Then, I will start with AOMG, since they have a bunch of good artists both in Hip Hop and R&B: They are Jay Park (who does both R&B and Hip Hop), Gray, Loco, Simon D, Hoody, Elo and Ugly Duck)

Some songs: 

Elo: Tattoo, F.W.B, Parachute

Jay Park: Aquaman, All I wanna do, Drive, Solo, Me like yuh and alone tonight for a more R&B style // Worlwide,mommae, When, Want it, In this b*tch,Raw Shit and My for a strong Hip Hop. I would say even more but I think they’re enough (at least for a bit e.e)

Simon D: Comfortable and Who you (w/Gray, Show Me The Money), Simon Dominic, WON & ONLY, Cheerz, Complex 3, Money don’t lie

Gray: Summer night, Dangerous, Good, Just do it

Hoody: Like you, By your side, Your eyes, Blue horizon

Loco: Movie shoot, Da Da Da, Still, A.O.M.G, No manners, Hold me tight,thinking about you

Ugly Duck: Ain’t no party like an AOMG party, Put’em Up, PLP (Those are with Jay) Re:Birth, A piece of cake, Asia, Zero for conduct 

Some songs:

  • Eureka (zico and Zion T)
  • Right Here Right Now (DPR Live, Loco, Jay Park)
  • Born Hater (Epik High, Beenzino, Vrbal Jint, Bobby, B.I, Mino)
  • Multillionaire (Dok2)
  • Bermuda Triangle (Zico, Dean, Crush)
  • Amor Fati (Epik High)
  • Come Here (Masta Wu, Dok2, Bobby)
  • Sauna (Dynamic Duo, E-Sens)
  • Superstar (Kisum, San E, Taewan)
  • Puzzle (C.amm, BewhY)
  • January (Beenzino, YDG)
  • Dopeboy (Nafla)
  • I’m good (Jessy, McGree)
  • Bunzi (Young G, Giriboy, Xintsuh)
  • Come for you (Osshun Gum, Homeboy, FNRL)
  • Star (Kim Gyu Heon, Jessi, Babylon)
  • Cheese & Wine (DPR Live)
  • 1999 (G2, Gray)
  • Detox (Punchnello)
  • Beautiful (Zico, C.Jamm)
  • Kings (Nafla)
  • Weathermen (MKIT RAIN)
  • Problems (Loopy)
  • 17 (remix) (Ja Mezz, NO:EL, Young B)
  • Yellow Iverson (Owen Ovadoz)
  • Mijangwon (Dumbfoundead, Loopy, Nafla)
  • Hyung (Dumbfoundead, Dok2, Simon D, Tiger JK)
  • Noir (Prima Music Group)
  • Horangnabi (Boi B, Gill, Rhythm Power)
  • Machine Gun (Kush, Zion T. Mino)
  • Moneyflow (Mino, Paloalto, Zico)
  • Go (Bobby)
  • OLL’Ready (Olltii)
  • Boys and girls (Zico, Babylon)
  • #yelowsmobbin (Sik-k)
  • Fly (Sik-K)

I feel that they are a lot of songs and at the same time so few… KHH is so huuuge omg

I’m missing a lot of artists that I love here, so I promise I will make a lot of good playlists as a compensation ^^

Welcome to KHH dear anon <3

Also, it would be really great if you want to add songs for him/her in the comments ^^

PD: My mind is telling me: Blooo, Blooo, Blooo… You’re missing Bloo you f*** idiot 

I KNOW, I’m missing half KHH scene

But I’m so hyped with him that… at least one…

  • Fresh as F (Bloo)

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Halloween Drabble Event #7- Fanged Kiss

A/N: First ever attempt at writing Benny Lafitte… go easy on me.

Pairing: Benny x Reader

Word Count: 541

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You’d always had a soft spot for an accent. So, when Dean came back from purgatory with a Louisiana gentlemen, it didn’t matter that he wasn’t human.

Your relationship sprung sudden, a few hunts with the vampire and you were tearing at each other’s clothes.

After a few months of dating, you noticed that Benny would occasionally put himself down in a modest way, a small hint at the haunting nightmare that’d been his life while making a point to mention that it that you could do better than him.

When Halloween rolled around, you thought of a cute way of showing your acceptance of him; to prove to Benny you thought of him no different than if he’d been human.

When Benny leaned in for a kiss that Halloween night, he was more than surprised to feel a foreign object in your mouth. Benny pulled away with an arched brow as you flashed a smile, revealing the white plastic fangs that covered the top row of your teeth.

“Is that suppose to be funny?”

Your smile vanquished, and you reached up to take out the teeth. “I just thought it’d show you that you shouldn’t put yourself down about what you are. I’m not trying to make fun of you.”

“Looks like you think I’m a monster, decking out in those fangs tonight of all nights.”

“Benny,” you sighed, the conversation not going the way you’d expected. “I’m sorry that I offended you. That’s the last thing I wanted to do.”

“I don’t want you to think it’s all fun and games.” Benny approached you dangerously, the anger beginning to rest solidly in his face. For the first time in your relationship, you weren’t quite sure you were safe. Benny cranked his neck, as his vampire teeth slide out for full display. “Do these look like fun?”

“No, but it’s not a curse Benny. I don’t care if you’re human or a vampire. You’re still a person. You’re more human than a lot of men.”

“Just, don’t do it again.” His statement came off rough. “Be damned if I ever saw you with real ones.”

“Well, would that be so bad?”

Benny froze in place and it took a few seconds for him to thaw. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m mortal,” you began softly. “You’re not. One day this isn’t going to work out. I’m just saying, maybe down the road, if we’re still together, I’d be willing to be with you, forever.”



Benny stood right in front of you, chest to chest. “You ain’t ever gonna do that!” He boomed, causing you to flinch away.

Benny stepped back, realizing what he’d done wrong. “I’m sorry. But you shouldn’t change for any damn person. I would kill to be human again. You… you’d willingly give it up. Why, Chère?”

“Because I love you,” you admitted for the first time in your relationship.

“You shouldn’t.” Benny stepped back, exiting through the bedroom door, leaving you with a pit in your gut.

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How many nights in twenty years?

I was nearly asleep myself, lulled by the quiet, half-heard talk between Jamie and Bree, when I became aware that the tenor of their conversation had changed.

“Are ye worrit for your man, a nighean?” he asked softly.

She gave a small, unhappy laugh.

“I’ve been worrit since they hanged him,” she said. “Now I’m scared, too—or should that be ‘scairt’?” she asked, trying to make a joke of it.

Jamie made a low noise in his throat, which I think he meant to be soothing.

“He’s in no more danger tonight than he was last night, lass—nor any night since he set out.”

“True,” she answered dryly. “But just because I didn’t know about ghost-bears and black murderers last week doesn’t mean they weren’t out there.”

“My point precisely,” he replied. “He’ll be no safer for your fear, will he?”

“No. You think that’s going to stop me worrying?”

There was a low, rueful chuckle in reply.

“I shouldna think so, no.”

There was a brief silence, before Brianna spoke again.

“I just—keep thinking. What will I do, if something does happen—if he … doesn’t come back? I’m all right during the day, but at night, I can’t help thinking …”

“Och, well,” he said softly. I saw him tilt up his head to the stars, blazing overhead. “How many nights in twenty years, a nighean? How many hours? For I spent that long in wondering whether my wife still lived, and how she fared. She and my child.”

His hand ran smoothly over my head, gently stroking my hair. Brianna said nothing in reply, but made a small, inarticulate sound in her throat.

“That is what God is for. Worry doesna help—prayer does. Sometimes,” he added honestly.

“Yes,” she said, sounding uncertain. “But if—”

“And if she had not come back to me”—he interrupted firmly—“if you had not come—if I had never known—or if I had known for sure that both of you were dead …” He turned his head to look at her, and I felt the shift of his body as he lifted his hand from my hair and reached out his other hand to touch her. “Then I would still have lived, a nighean, and done what must be done. So will you.”

The Fiery Cross, Chapter 80, Diana Gabaldon 

the boy + his moon // part three (young!remus x reader)

Title: the boy + his moon

Brief Summary: Time of the Marauders. You have always been intrigued by quiet Remus Lupin and his mysterious glances at the moon.

Words: 1,710

Warnings: N/A

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You glance at the sharp-eyed girl beside you. She shakes her head, frustrated.

“Are you even listening?”

“Yes,” you reply instinctively but it hangs like a ‘no’ and you lower your gaze, blushing.

It has been several hours since the library, yet that intensity continues to burn through your core, your mind, everything until the entire common room is bathed in dangerous red. So, no, you cannot listen let alone comprehend the list of complicated Potions equations.

Remus Lupin, you are impossible.

“Why do you keep looking out the window?” Maya huffs, dragging the parchment closer to her frame.

“I don’t.”

Your inquisitor rolls her eyes and begins bundling quills and ink in to her arms, “Look, I’m going to finish this with some of the others – if you don’t mind.”

“Er no, it’s okay,” you begin and watch as Maya joins the beaming cluster of seventh years who have never witnessed the moon’s watchful admirer or been victim to a gaze so powerful it sets your mind alight.

Dammit, Remus.

But that look, if you can even belittle it to that, screamed of challenge; enchanting and deadly, his eyes spoke of a cloudless midnight more red than black. He wasn’t just a boy and a moon anymore, he was a boy, a moon and a dangerous secret.

Outside, the sky has embraced its dark cloak and breathes a cool chill that makes you tug on the sleeves of your jumper. The other students are beginning to dissipate, retreating to the safety of their dormitories. Maya glances at you, her brow furrowed in something almost like concern but chooses not to speak. You’re tired to having had a sleep plagued by mysteries and moons but more than that, you fear you are tired of something else.

Tired of the unknown.

You find your scarf hanging lazily on the bed post.

“Going somewhere?”

“Just need a bit of air,” you say lamely, smiling meekly at the girls in your dorm.

“You’ll get caught, Y/N,” Maya quips. She is facing the mirror, taming her curls in to two tight plaits like she does every night.

And you refuse to let tonight belong to this monotony so you lift your head and say, “I don’t care.”

This confidence carries you down the stairs and across the common room but catches on your feet at the exit hole, at the awaiting silence beyond.

Stop chasing him, Y/N.

But unless you witness the unraveling of Remus Lupin and the labyrinth of unknowns that paints a flaming red in his eye, you will forever be imprisoned in this chase. And so, with a wildly dancing heart and a simmering determination, you step out in to the heavy silence of the castle corridors.

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A Heart’s Thoughts - Part Eight

Synopsis: Everyone has their own two powers, but it’s up to luck whether you’ll end up being tortured for it or not.

Welcome to our little Empowered village, the place where you’ll learn to use your powers for good- or, that’s what we were told.

Pairing: Chanyeol x (female) OC

Word count: 2835

Type: Series

Warning: None

A/N: As this is part eight of the story, and people might just get into it now, I highly recommend reading all the teasers and previous parts ( which you can find in my masterlist) before reading this for the best reading experience. I hope you enjoy and look forward to the next part.

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The room fell silent and it seemed like all eyes were pointed at Cecilia, but she ignored it and stared at Yixing, who seemed like he could burst out crying at any moment.

“What did you do?”

His voice was soft and broken as he spoke and he walked towards her, stopping right in front of her and looking down at her feet.

Cecilia huffed as a small smile appeared on her face, “I ran, duh.”

She tried to sound as casual as possible, but she knew Yixing could see her trembling. He could always see when she was weak, because that was his job.

He sat down on the bed, defeat washing over him as his shoulders sunk and he put his head in his hands.

“Cecilia I told you not to run. I always tell you not to run you’re lucky you can even walk-“

He cut himself off and looked up at her, locking eyes, “you know I can’t heal this.”

Cecilia’s head started hurting as she felt tears well up. She knew very well that Yixing couldn’t heal her. She knew, yet hearing him say it to her made that fact more painful, more real.

“What do you mean, you can’t heal her? That’s your power, you’re supposed to be able to heal everything!”

It was Chanyeol, who took a step towards them. Cecilia lifted her gaze to look at him, but Yixing looked down, at Cecilia’s feet.

“Chanyeol, do you know what it is to heal? Do you know what it means?”

“Of course I-“

Yixing cut him off, “when you heal something, you speed up the healing process. You help the body recover faster. If someone cuts off your arm, I can only help the bleeding stop and the skin to grow together, because that’s the healing process that takes place in your body in that situation, but I can’t grow you an arm, because your body is not trying to get your arm back, it’s trying to survive.”

Yixing paused and Chanyeol immediately spoke up, “okay but no one lost their arm so why are you telling me this? This is logical.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello!~ May I please have some prompts about a werewolf and human-- the human themself knows that the werewolf is well, a werewolf, but they're having a hard time figuring out how exactly to help their werewolf friend who is very upset because in this world, werewolf full moon transformations are very painful and take a long time. The human wants to help and to be there for their friend, but it's dangerous so they have to try and help by other means (not sure what atm). Thank you very much!!

“I don’t know how to help, but I’m going to do my best. I’ve got some steak and some soft blankets you’ll probably tear into pieces, left in that basement of yours. Maybe simple comforts will help?”

“I can’t be there tonight, but I left the radio on. I think that listening to your favorite songs might be comforting.”

“I won’t be able to help on the night of, which only means I’ll be there tomorrow morning will all of your favorite things.”

“Well, after lots of thinking, I’ve decided that I can help in subtle ways. I left a window open for a nice cool breeze and in the fridge, a nice breakfast for tomorrow morning.”

Gone: Chapter 9

A/N: I think this is penultimate chapter of this fic. (Unless I change my mind haha).

This chapter is so important to me, and I tried really hard to get it right. It still doesn’t seem perfect, but I’m a perfectionist so that’s my problem. I hope you like it nonetheless, and if you do, I’d love to know!

Thanks to everyone who keeps reading and for all your kind words of support! With you I’m not just a crazy girl, who spends most of her time making up fictional scenarios about fictional couples. ILY.

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Coeden: “Seirye?”
Seirye: “I needed a moment to think.”
Coeden: “Of?”
Seirye: Life.”
Coeden: “Did your brother do something to upset you?”
Seirye: “…He’s not my brother.”
Coeden: “Seirye, what happened? Are you two not in good terms again?”
Seirye: “…What?”
Coeden: “You just said he’s no longer your brother. I know that’s technically true, but I assumed,-”
Seirye: “-No…no, just ignore it. Everything’s fine.”

Coeden: “It will never happen.”
Seirye: …
Coeden: “Do not waste your precious time even thinking about it, please. The law is the law. You are from the court of light, and he’s,-”
Seirye: “-I am aware, Coeden.”
Coeden: “Yet you walk this dangerous path. I care about you, Seirye. You are my dearest friend and this…this will only hurt you. Tonight is a big night for you.”
Seirye: *Sigh* You are right…of course. Did you wish to speak of something?“
Coeden: "I’m offering you my help in the creation.”
Seirye: “I…appreciate your offer but I’ve already chosen.”
Coeden: “…May I ask who?”
Seirye: “Une and Diena.”

Grip: Part 2

Notes: more cocky bucky? need I say more? ;) Slightly smutty.

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