YOUR-BLOODY-ARMS

Punk (Chap. 11)

Originally posted by coporolight

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: ~2500

Warnings: Language, mission/war related violence and gore, shooting, battle related injuries/casualties/mayhem

A/N:  My sincere apologies for how long this has taken.  I’ve been dealing with some personal things and, quite frankly, it took away all desire to write.  I hope you like this chapter, the photo with the shield later on in the story is actually the inspiration for the entire series.  So you can get inspiration from anywhere :)  I want to thank everyone who stuck around waiting and who has been so helpful and kind to me.  Also, I’m very excited to continue writing more chapters!  Thank you for your continued patience.

As always, feedback is always appreciated.  Please let me know how the ‘action’ plays out as I am always looking for ways to improve my storytelling.  Thanks!



Your face fell in horror, but you seemed to be the only one moving, the rest of the world seemed to be stuck in some sort of time lapse.  Bucky was still just crouching there, holding the boy, with that stupid, beautiful smile still plastered to his face, not yet seeing the danger, not yet registering your alarm.

No no no no no no NO!  Your mind was screaming the words as you tore your gaze away from the scene.  The man was getting closer.  NO!

You bolted forward, shoving the woman into the alley screaming for Bucky to run, ripping your vocal chords in the process. Your legs felt like they were trudging through molasses, like some force was pulling you back, weighing you down. And each step on the pavement felt like an elephant stomp making the ground shake.  But it was as if you weren’t moving any closer.  But you had to.  You had to.   Because what was about to happen could. not. happen.

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Shattered Glass. [A Faded Epilogue]

A/N;This series has been my baby. I thought it had finished long ago but the story took on a life of it’s own. It’s time to close the book and bid a due to the story that started me down this path of writing. Thank you all so much for your kind words and encouragement over the course of 2016. I wish you all the happiness in the world and thank you. I love you all. xoxox Lau

Pairing: StilesxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Request: Yes. 

Warnings: Smut.

Word count:  6,346

Part one.   Part two.   Part three.  Part four.  Part five.   Part six.  Part seven.  Part eight.  Part nine. 

Based on this song and this one

Originally posted by carmenr99

If you’ve ever lost someone everyone will tell you that it gets better. That it will pass. You wanted to find anyone who had ever said that to anyone. You wanted to scream in their face that the hurt doesn’t fade, it doesn’t just disappear like it never happened. It’s like a wound that you can’t treat, the darkness gets inside it and it festers and you can feel it throb everyday. Now imagine that you had lost a lot, lost your friends, your family, your life. You lost yourself, now try and get the strength to go through that everyday whilst you can watch everybody around not even notice.  

If a girl screams behind glass can anybody hear her?  

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Marks

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Fem!Reader

Summary: When ever something happens to your skin (tattoo, cut etc) it shows up on your soulmate as well.

Words: 743

Warnings: Angst; trigger warning; cutting; blood

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Through out your life you would receive random marks on your body that you couldn’t explain. You heard the stories where it was marks on your soulmates body. It happened with your parents and it seems to be happening to you, but you gave up on the idea of a soulmate and forgot about the marks.

Anthony didn’t believe in soulmates and the whole marks thing. He always thought he did that to himself unknowing until the first cut happened.

It was a bad week. Scratch that a terrible week. Everything was just too much for you. It led you to sit locked in your bathroom with a razor in hand.

You slid it against your arm. It stung but it felt nice at the same time. So you did another.

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“Anthony your arm!” Jasmine exclaimed.

“Holy shit!” He shouted grabbing something to put on the cuts that formed on his arm.

“It’s your soulmate.” Lin stated. Anthony looked up in surprise. He didn’t want to believe in soulmates but now….how can he not when he’s officially marked. Knowing this he felt deeply guilty and full of regret. He should’ve tried contacting his soulmate. He could’ve helped if he knew. Now all Anthony wants to know is, what made you do it? What possibly could have happened to make you do this to yourself and if you knew about the soulmate thing.

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‘Don’t do it’

Those words were scrawled out on your other arm in black marker. Your eyes wide were fixated on it. Your hand which held the razor shook. You released it, it hit the tiled floor with a small ‘cling’. Blood slid down your other arm.

'I don’t know what happened but it’ll be okay.’

More words were written as the words from before disappeared. You looked at your bloodied arm to the arm with the writing.

How?

It can’t be true, you couldn’t believe it. Your soulmate was talking to you.

‘Please tell me you’re still there’

It was scribbled on your left calf. Grabbing a random towel you pressed it to your arm to try stop the bleeding. Getting up, your knees wobbled. Clutching the counter of the sink, you stood still as a wave spots crowded your vision. After a minute or two it went away. You exited the bathroom and to your little office area. Grabbing a marker you wrote the word ‘yes’ on your palm.

‘Good’

‘I’m sorry’ You wrote. Going back to the bathroom you dropped the towel, turning on the sink, you ran the water over your cuts. It burned but you didn’t know what else to do. Grabbing another towel you put pressure on it. Opening the medicine cabinet you grabbed gauze and wrapped your arm in it.

‘Are you okay?’ After that was written the other words disappeared.

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Anthony scrubbed the marker off his skin making it red.

The word ‘No’ appeared on the arm with the cuts. They stopped bleeding thankfully.

It hurt him that you were hurt even though he doesn’t know you or your name.

‘***-***-****’ He wrote his cell number.

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You stared at the numbers on your arm. Butterflies scrambled in your stomach. Going to your room you took your phone from the charger. Unlocking it you dialed the number and pressed call. Putting the phone to your ear it rang before a guy answered it.

“Hello?”

“Who is this?” You meekly asked. You sat on your bed, your back against the bedframe.

“Anthony. Who’s this?” He asked.

“I’m sorry Anthony.” You hiccupped. Tears pricked your eyes again. “The marks…the scars that it’ll leave….” You trailed off. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey, it’s all good. For real, it’s fine. We all have our bad days. I’m not mad. All I care about is if you’re okay.” Those words touched your heart.

“How are you so calm?”

“I don’t know actually.” He told her.

“And I’m not okay. I’m far from it.” You tell him.

“What happened.” Through tears and sobs you told him everything that happened to you.

Anthony calmed you down though with his calming voice. You learned to love his accent that he ad when he spoke. You liked it.

You were laying under your covers still on the phone with Anthony for over 2 hours.

“Y/N.”

“I’m sorry what?” He asked.

“That’s my name.” You said.

“Y/N.” Anthony says, testing out the name. “It suits you.” You smiled.

“Thank you.” You whisper.

Min Yoongi* Reader

Anonymous said:

Hi! Could I request 1 and 33 with yoongi x reader and like yoongi’s taking a nap or something and reader keeps on bothering him bc she wants attention but he keeps ignoring her and when she starts leaving he like grabs her and cuddles her😂 this sounds really weird, and it doesn’t have to be that!! Tysm:)


Yoongi always sleeps like he’s been knocked cold with a hammer. Usually, you don’t actually disturb him when he’s napping because he can get a little cranky when he’s missing out on his sleep. Besides, you’ve never actually had to, before. Yoongi gives you plenty of attention in his waking hours and you’re a pretty content and non-demanding girlfriend. 

But this… this is just getting annoying. 

You’re in the movie theatre and yes, this is just one of those rom-coms that he can never relate to or enjoy but still, did he have to burrow down and start snoozing?

Nevertheless, you let him have his nap, staring intently at the movie when you feel it.

A hand, foreign and unfamiliar slipping in through the gap between  your seats and lightly groping your waist. You jump badly in fright. 

And then you hear a harsh chuckle from behind you and you glance back. It’s a young guy with dirty dark hair and an eyebrow piercing , a crooked smile and stained teeth glinting through the darkness as he leers at you.

Swallowing nervously, you turn back to the front, heart pounding just a little bit. All the pleasure from the movie seeps out and you desperately want to hold your husband’s hand. You give him a little nudge and he grunts but doesn’t move.

Part of you feels very nervous but a part of your really doesn’t want to start any drama . But then, just a few seconds later , you feel it again , the unwelcome touch and this time you poke at Yoongi a bit angrily.

“Yoongi… I’m going to keep poking you till you respond.” you hiss and your voice is just so mortifyingly loud in the silent theatre. 

He doesn’t move and it’s obvious that he thinks you’re joking and one of the other movie goers turn around to glare at you . You sink deeper into the seat, feeling decidedly upset. Could Yoongi not guess that you needed his help? 

Flushing, you turn back around and poke at Yoongi’s sleeping form. He grunts again and actually turns away and your irritation reaches new . 

the third time the hand brushes through the gap, dangerously close to your breast, you don’t even give Yoongi a glance. 

“That’s it… I want to leave.” You whisper furiously, jumping to your feet and ready to stalk away when Yoongi’s hand shoots out, gripping your wrist firmly and yanking you back till you land unceremoniously right on his lap. Before you can protest, he’s wrapping both arms around you, lips brushing the curve of your neck and teeth sinking playfully into the skin .

“Such a spit-fire, my baby…. Know how much your fiery temper turns me on?” He growls, voice raspy as he slips a finger up your blouse. You glare at him and clamber off him. 

“There’s another guy groping me and I’ve been trying to get your attention..” You say blithely .

Yoongi blinks. 

Once, twice. 

And then as though to emphasize your words, the pervert’s hand slips through the gap again and Yoongi notices.

“What the actual fuck..” 

Before you can stop him, he’s on his feet, leaning over the seats and grabbing the jerk by the collar, hauling him up and out of his seat in a flash.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, touching my woman, you little shit?!” He growls, so loud that the whole thetre erupts into whispers.

“Oh, my God… Yoongi..” You choke, mortified but your husband isn’t done.

HE cleches his fist, pulls his hand back and punches the man right in the jaw, the idiot sinking to the ground like a bag of rocks while your husband glares down at him prone figure, flexing his houlders. 

“Next time , I’ll rip your bloody arms off” He snarls furiously and you’re torn between amusement and disbelief.

“Oh my God…” You whisper again.

Of course , both of you get escorted out and in the end it’s worth it.

“I’m sorry about that baby…I( didn’t know he was bothering you..” Yoongi says remorsefully and you grin. 

“It’s okay baby. By the way, I realized something…”

“What?”

“Your fiery temper turns me on too….” 

Yoongi laughs.

“Movies are overrated anyway. There’s always Netflix..” He winks.

“And Chill?” You waggle your eyebrows.

“Oh, definitely chill…” 

Dearest Anon , I’m shit at writing fluff, so this became a little angsty… I’m sorry. i made it up to you by making Yoongi your husband :-*

James Potter Imagine 3 Part 2

PART 1

Request: Wait can there be a pt 2?? [To James Potter Imagine 3] But it’s when Sirius and the reader run away from their family????

@firefurr​ of course!! this is gonna be so cute I’m so exited!! thanks for requesting!!

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You looked through the tears in your eyes at the two burned spots on your family tree. Under what used to be two smiling faces was a scorched and barely readable ‘Y/n Black’ and ‘Sirius Black.’

Your twin brother was currently attempting to win a fight with your mother, the worst one yet, but it all sounded distant. 

“Don’t you ever come back!! You are no children of mine, you blood traitors!”

You heard your mother’s shrill voice filled with so much anger shout.

You remained still, shocked and terrified beyond anything you had ever experienced before. Your body wouldn’t move if you wanted it to. 

You were pulled out of your daze when you felt some one frantically shaking your arm. You turned to Sirius, the world suddenly feeling and chaotic as it had before.

“Y/n, we’re leaving, come on!”

“M-my stuff..”

“We’re not getting anything! Come on!!”

He pulled you out of the door as your mother continued yelling at you and your brother and throwing things. You already had a cut on your forehead, but it was nothing compared to what a broken mirror had done to Sirius’s arm. The pain felt numb, after all, compared to the true fiery hurt of what your mother had said.

Sirius dragged you out the door, slamming it behind him. 

You began sobbing heavily once your mind refocused on the gravity of the situation. You were officially being disowned. You ripped your arm out of Sirius’s grip and began running towards the front door, Sirius wrapping his arms around you from behind to stop you.

“Mom!” you cried, “Dad!” you began sobbing harder, “Regulus….”

“Y/n….” Sirius was trying hard not to break down, “we have to go, okay?”

You let your body slowly fall to the ground until you were sitting in front of the steps to 12 Grimmauld Place with Sirius’s arms around you.

The rest of the night was a blur, you were both 16 and unable to apparate, so Sirius, with no money or anything else, was able to charm, sob-story, and puppy-dog-eye a way for both of you to get to the Potter’s household. 

Sirius knocked on the door, his eyes heavy and his other hand holding yours. You had run out of tears to cry. Your eyes were red and puffy and you felt empty inside, and like the world was about to fall apart, or just stop existing. 

Mrs. Potter answered the door at precisely 3:48 a.m. with tired eyes and a confused furrow of the brow.

“Y/n? Sirius? What on earth?”

“Hi Mrs. Potter,” your voice cracked and you sounded tired and broken, “m-my- our mother. Mother- she- she,” you began crying once again and Sirius had silent tears streaming down his face.

“Shh, shh,” Mrs. Potter ushered you both in, putting her arms around the two of you, “Don’t say a word more, come in and sit down.”

Sirius pulled his hand away from yours and sat across from you, the small coffee table in between the two of you. You looked up and saw your little brother again. The same Sirius you had seen a million times after Mother yelled at him or hurt him or abused him. You were always there to hold your brother and tell him it would be okay. But now… you were just a broken as he was, and you both knew nothing was okay.

You heard the muffled talking of Mr. and Mrs. Potter. Both sounding sympathetic and heartbroken, trying to figure out what happened. 

“Take Sirius up to James’s room,” you heard Mrs. Potter whisper to her husband, “I’ll get y/n set up in the guest room.”

“Mom? Dad?” You heard James’s voice call from up the stairwell and your heart skipped a beat. 

He stepped down the stairs wearing nothing but sweatpants and a confused expression. 

“Oh, James-” Mrs. Potter began.

“-Y/n?” James questioned, seeing you first as you stood up. He rushed over to you and engulfed you in a hug, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in and relaxed a little in his arms. After a moment he pulled away and and went to go hug Sirius. 

“What-”

“Not now,” Sirius said pleadingly.

James nodded, like he understood. 

“Bloody hell, your arm!” Sirius held up his forearm to reveal a deep, jagged cut you had forgotten about. 

“Oh, my!” Mrs. Potter gasped, rushing over to him to inspect the wound. 

“W-we have to go to St. Mungo’s!”

“Now, Euphemia-” 

Before Mr. Potter finished his sentence Mrs. Potter caught an unconscious Sirius in her arms.

You felt frozen in place one again, like the world had stopped. You watched as your other half and picked up by Mr. Potter.

Mrs. Potter went over to James and whispered in his ear as though you couldn’t hear, “Watch out for y/n, okay? We’ll be back soon enough, we have to get Sirius to St. Mungo’s as soon as possible.”

They were gone in a flash and you sat down. This can’t be real.

“Y/n,” James began, concerned, “What happened to your forehead?”

“Mother, s-she,” you began crying and James pulled you into a hug.

“No, no, shhh, you’ll be okay, come on.”

He led you to the bathroom and sat you up on the counter, wetting a washcloth and dabbing it onto the wound. He stood in between your legs, focused on putting the numerous band-aids on your forehead as you looked at the wall.

After he patched you up he pulled you down from the counter and led you up to his room.

“Sleep,” he said, and pulled back the covers for you.

You stayed with your eyes opened, staring at the ceiling, trying to comprehend what had happened today.

“Are you okay,” James whispered.

You sat up and shook your head, “No-no,” your voice cracked and you began crying all over again, “she told us to never come back, James, never.”

He pulled you close to him, letting you rest your head in the crook of his neck as he rubbed your back. 

“Darling, I’m so sorry.” 

“A-and she burned us off the family tree.”

He let you yell and rant about all the things your Mother did and said and let you cry and talk and worry until you fell asleep in his arms.

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The next day you didn’t wake up until about 1:00 p.m., James was already awake, and apparently had been for hours, and was playing with you hair, an arm still wrapped lovely around your waist. You took a deep breath and pushed yourself up with your arms and looked over at James. He smiled and kissed your nose, bringing you butterflies in your stomach and one moment of pure joy after last nights events. 

Mrs. Potter was still at St. Mungo’s with Sirius, who was apparently getting very flirty with the nurse, and Mr. Potter had come home that morning at about 6:00 a.m. and was pleased to see you sleeping soundly next to his lovesick son.

You and James ate ‘breakfast’ in bed and whispered quietly to each other, trying to forget about life for a while. You knew that you might never really heal, and making out with James Potter in his room after eating 20 chocolate frogs might not make all the pain go away, but it was sure worth a shot.

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holy shit so i rlly like the way this turned out thank u so much for requesting this it was so fun to write!! AH

H.G x Reader #13

Prompt: You get hit by Dolohov’s curse in an attempt to save Hermione and Hermione takes care of you over the summer.

Dolohov raised his wand, aiming at your girlfriend. You got tunnel vision and aimed your wand at him, stunning him briefly.

Hermione!” You yelled.

She turned around, momentarily distracted and concerned at your anguished shout.

You barreled toward her.

You jumped in front of her and shielded her with your body just as Dolohov raised his wand and wordlessly fired the curse.

The purple light raced toward you and a ragged gasp left your mouth as the purple beam seeped into your body.

The last thing you heard was your girlfriend crying your name alarmingly and your last thought was a hope that your girlfriend was okay before the world turned black and your body shut down.


When you began to wake up your first thought was ’is Hermione alright?’.

You tried to blink your eyes but they wouldn’t budge. Finally, despite the So, burning sensation of having sand in your eyes, you were able to open them.

You took in your surroundings and groaned when your eyes caught sight of the beam of sunlight filtering through the curtains.

A stirring out of the corner of your eye made you turn around.

Immediately, you grinned. Smiling hurt your face but you couldn’t stop.

Hermione was sitting beside you in a seemingly uncomfortable position but was beginning to wake up.

She rubbed her eyes and looked up- like the past few weeks there was hope in her eyes and her heart that you could possibly be awake.

“[Y/n]?” She asked, as if she couldn’t quite believe you were awake.

“Hey, ‘Mione.” You murmured roughly, reaching to stroke the side of her face.

She grabbed your hand and leaned into your touch.

“How are you feeling?” Concern was evident in her tone but she was smiling.

“I’m okay. A bit thirsty is all.” You admitted.

She summoned a glass of water and raised it to your lips, wiping off the small drop that rolled down your chin with her sleeve.

“Better?”

You nodded and closed your eyes, lying back down. “A lot better. Thanks.”

“Good. You’re welcome.” Hermione placed her hand on your arm.

You screeched at the sudden pinch on your arm, your eyes flying open.

“What was that for?” You whimpered.

“For being stupid.” She growled. “Why would you risk yourself like that? For me of all people?”

She was pursing her lips and had her head tilted expectantly, glaring at you.

You rolled your eyes and rubbed your arm. “Bloody hell, 'Mione. I thought it was obvious.” You muttered.

“I love you. I’m not stupid, I just didn’t want you to get hurt.” You looked up at your girlfriend, pouting slightly.

Hermione’s lips twitched as she felt her angry resolve melt away at your adorable expression.

She smacked a hand frustratedly down her face and leaned over you.

“You are stupid.” She mumbled, pressing her lips against yours. “I love you too. I just wish you hadn’t gotten hurt. I was so afraid you wouldn’t wake up… you didn’t wake up in weeks and when you did… you were screaming in pain…”

Hermione was a strong girl- er, woman. So, seeing her eyes become glazed with tears absolutely broke your heart. “Hey it’s okay, 'Mione.”

You wrapped an arm over her back and pulled her down on top of you. “I’m okay now.” You reassured softly, tucking a strand of brunette hair behind her ear. “I’m very much awake and I’m here to stay for a very long time.” You pecked her nose and cuddled her closer to you.

Hermione sighed.

Deep down she knew you would do it again and again if it ever came to that. It brought a tiny smile to her face despite the gnawing worry it gave her. She knew exactly how you felt because if she were in your position she would have done the same thing you did for her without a second thought.

“Good.” She pressed her forehead against yours and looked into your eyes. “But, I’m not leaving your side until you get 100% better. You already saved my life, the least I can do it help you recuperate.”

You didn’t feel your girlfriend owed you anything but, you knew how persistent she could be so you merely nodded in agreement. “Deal.” You grinned.

“And, you’re stuck with me all summer. I don’t want you getting hurt again.” Hermione declared, running a hand through your messy bed-ridden hair.

“Even better.” You smirked wolfishly and kissed her again. “This is going to be the best summer ever.”

“Despite the fact that your insides were nearly melted?” Hermione rose a brow.

“I mean, I’ll be in pain for a while,” you said, reaching for the glass of water again. “But, at least I’ll have you with me through it.” You rose your glass up and pressed it to your lips.

Hermione giggled at your ’suggestive’ raise of a brow and nodded. “Indeed you will, [Y/n]. Indeed you will.”

Keeping Time Part 1 (Tim Drake x Reader)

Schninner: Okay guys, so this wasn’t requested, and I still have more to do, but I’ve had this idea for a series for a while now and have FINALLY figured out how to write it! I’m super pumped how it turned out, and I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did writing it! XD

(Reader is a girl)

Warnings: Kidnaping, mentions of torture, swearing, THE ANGST!!!!

Word count: 1157

Tagging: @maruthor @the-singing-canary @preppygothica @cuddles-for-cassie @comicbookworm @alfred-the-cat-writes @angstytodd @isabellegunawan @speedypan(I hope you all don’t mind that I tagged you, I just got really excited for how it tuned out and I wanted to share my joy :D)

Part 2

Master List


Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. The faint noise of a clock sounded from inside the silent room.

“Tiiiiiim,” You lazily cried, leaning your head over the arm of the chair, letting your [H/C] hair fall over the side. You looked at the upside down back of your boyfriend’s head, who was hunched over his laptop

“mmhmm?” He hummed in response not bothering to look towards you.

“I’m bored, let’ do something!” you groaned, throwing your arms above your head in exasperation.

“mmhmm, that’s nice sweetie.” He automatically responded with his voice in monotone.

You pouted, sticking your lower lip out, while rolling over right side up. You leaned on your elbows, and scrunched your eyebrows in irritation.

“Tim?”

“yes?”

“I’m pregnant.”

“That’s nice hun.”

That was it. No sign of shock, or of emotion at all to be exact. Just the same old monotone voice as he sat hunched over the screen. You rolled off the couch and onto the floor with a thud. Hopping to your feet, you made your way over to your boyfriend until your reached his side. Crossing your arms, you gave Tim a disapproving look, watching his eyes dance back and forth across the screen, his face illuminated with bright light.

Something shiny caught your eye, causing you to tear your harsh gaze from Tim’s face and to his wrist where a silver watch rested. A devious smile came across your face as a ploy formed in your mind. You subtly inched your hand closer to his until it was resting on the watch, and using your best pick pocketing and sneaking skills, you managed to slip the watch from his wrist without him noticing.

You beamed victoriously, stepping away from him and putting the beautiful dev8ce on your own wrist. You held your hand out in front of you, enjoying how the light reflected if the smooth surface. You made quite a show, waving your hand in the air with your newly stolen watch resting comfortably on your wrist, so much so, that you had managed to catch Tim’s attention.

He cocked his head to the side and rubbed is sleepy eyes, “[F/N], is that my watch?”

“Whaaaat?!” you feigned a look of shock pointing to yourself, “are you accusing me of thievery?” you flattened your hand against your chest mocking a look of hurt, “Why I’d never!”

Tim pushed back from his desk, and stood up, walking towards you to try to get a better look at your wrist. You continued to move your arms, obscuring his vision of the watch.

He moved closer to you causing you to take a few steps back, remaining the same distance away from him. This continued until both of you were on opposites sides of the couch.

“Come on [F/N]! Just let me see the watch!” Time called over the couch, his voice laced with a playful happiness.

“Oh sure, of course you can see it,” You replied playful, letting a joyful giggle escape your lips. “but you’ll have to catch me first.”

A wide smile stretched across Tim’s face, “oh, watch me.”

He faked a left, causing you to run full speed to the right. At the last minute, Tim cut right, causing you to squeal in realization of hat he did. Before you could get away, he managed to wrap his arms around you, tackling you to the ground, cushioning your fall with his body. He grabbed your wrist with the watch on it and observed the devise closely.

“Aha!” He shouted victoriously, digging his fingers into your sides tickling you mercilessly. “You thief!”

The study erupted with fits of laughter, wriggled and writhed, trying to get out of Tim’s grip, but to no avail.

“Please… Tim! Stop!” You gasped in between each laugh.

“Fine,” he replied finally releasing you from the tickle torture and lighting kissing your nose, “and next time? Try getting my attention some other way.”

Still breathing heavily, you looked up at him with a smirk, “Well it worked, didn’t it?”


Tick tock, Tick tock, tick tock…

The clicking of the watch on your wrist bounced aimlessly off the stone wall of the cell you were in, amplifying and intensifying that once small soft noise.

You glanced at the watch. His silver watch, and checked the time.

3:42.

He’d be here soon, but not the he that you were hoping for, no, someone far worse. You looked past your watch and to your bloodied, bruised, and scarred arms, the scars in which that man, no, that monster had cut into you. Trying to break you, to mold you, into something unrecognizable.

And yet here you were, bloodied, bruised, and defiled, yet still in one piece, still intact. You closed your eyes, listening to the rhythmic sound of clock, and letting the happy memories of Tim, your Tim, wash over you, heal you, stitch up the seams that had been beginning to tear away.

The sound of something metallic scraping against stone ended your fantasy in an instant, bringing you back to the here and now.

“Well, well, looks like Bat’s lilt brat has finally woken up from her nap.”

The Owner of the voice stepped into the light, which glared angrily off his pale white chest and illuminating the ticks and crosses counting the number of lives he had taken. Victor Zsasz continued stepping closer and closer to you, with a sharp knife held in his hand.

A scowl formed on your face as his face became mere inches away from yours, his smile showed each one of his yellowed teeth, and h=you had to restrain yourself from gagging as he exhaled in your face. His dirty and bloodied hands played at the ends of your mask, tugging it ever so slightly, but not removing it.

“So, is our little baby bat ready to learn today?” His eyes wide in excitement, and his breath rancid with rotten meat.

Without a warning, you through your head back, and brought it crashing forward, meeting Zsasz’s fore head and causing his nose to spew blood. He staggered backwards holding his bloodied nose with his free hand.

“You to hell.” You growled at him with a raspy voice.

He wiped the blood away with the back of his hand, a vicious smile implanted on his face.

“Oh ho ho,” he responded, hastily coming toward you with a knife in hand, which he swiftly raised, and brought it down into your thigh causing a scream of pain to escape from your lungs.

But above all the screaming and pain, the sound of hope rang out, filling you with faith and determination, a sound that reminded you that this would soon be over, that this agony would soon end. This sound came from a small silver watch, a watch that belonged to the person you cared most about. And on and on, the sound continued,

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…

For the Greater Good

Fandom: Supernatural

Character Ship: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1649

Summary: A town is slowly dying off and the only way to save it would be for an innocent to take their life. After finding out that you fit the criteria you go behind the Winchester boys’ back and decide to end the curse.

Warnings: Graphic Self Harm (not due to mental health), angst galore.

Author’s note: Mama(me) got all emotional while writing this so.. get tissues and stuff…

Originally posted by jared-jensen-misha-mark67

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anonymous asked:

Can you do please a story where the reader is Harry's new neighbour. They bump into each other on a night stroll and start bickering and from then on they have a neighbour from hell relationship. One night she notices a strange figure outside his home and she investigates and is slashed with a small knife on her arm but scares the weird stalker off and Harry realises what happened and escorts her inside, with fluff etc. :)

One of the perks of having gone to school for so many years to have the career you did now was that you got paid, well. And an inheritance of more money than you knew what to do with led you to buying a beautiful house in a beautiful neighborhood, and you’d never felt more like an adult as you wandered around your large home the first night after moving in. You hadn’t met any neighbors yet but the internet had only good things to say about the neighborhood and its residents, so you weren’t too worried. 

It was the next day, upon arriving back to your house after work, that you first noticed the swarm of grown men holding large cameras, seemingly hiding behind some trees and bushes across from the house next to you. Parking your car in your driveway and making your way towards your front door, you heard them starting to yell.

“Ay miss, you seen Harry yet today? Know if he’s home?” they asked as you turned around to see that they seemed to be asking you.

“What? I don’t know who Harry is, Harry who..?” you trailed off as they were no longer paying attention to you but were now rushing towards the house next to yours as a fashionably dressed and very attractive, somewhat familiar looking man rushed to his car, trying to avoid the paparazzi. 

“Harry! Come on man, talk to us just for a minute!”

They surrounded his car, but he wasn’t having it. A polite smile and a nod, and he maneuvered out of the drive and onto the road. The men all grumbled, putting the cameras down and starting to walk away.

“Harry Styles, lady!” one of them yelled over at you, as you were still stood on your doorstep. Oh yeah, you’d heard of him. Great. Now you had a bunch of middle-aged men with cameras to look forward to seeing every day around your house. Great.

About a week later, you decided to take a late night stroll around the block just to get some fresh air and check out the neighborhood. Your head was down as you noticed a message flash across your phone screen, so you didn’t notice the person on the sidewalk walking towards you who was doing the same thing.

“Mmph” Harry mumbled when the two of you ran into each other, as you looked up to see the pop star standing right in front of you, the one who was the cause of all the frenzy always around your house.

“Would’ve thought the paparazzi would be behind that tree or something and tell you to watch where you’re going,” you told him, not thrilled about bumping into your neighbor. 

“Yeah I mean I can’t really control where the paparazzi are, there’s not much I can do,” he responded. You rolled your eyes, not impressed by his attitude. “I mean, and I lived here first so…” 

Oh, so he was going to play it like that.

“Really? Alright if that’s the kind of relationship you want with your neighbors, good luck buddy,” you told him.

“I didn’t say anything about wanting to have any kind of relationship with my neighbor,” he retorted. Both of you had your eyes slightly squinted as you looked at each other. You’d both had long days and were overly tired and in a bad mood, and were definitely starting off on the wrong foot.

You snorted at his comment, clearly not amused.

“Whatever,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes again and starting to walk away as he did the same. Perfect, you thought to yourself, disappointed that this was the guy you’d have to deal with for as long as you both lived there. 

Weeks had gone by since this first interaction between you and Harry, and things had only gone downhill between the two of you. Blasting music and blindingly bright outdoor lights, the two of you tried to be as obnoxious as possible in response to obnoxious things you would each do, and the cycle kept repeating. 

On this night in particular, you were reclined in your living room, watching a movie and occasionally glancing out your window to see if the paparazzi from earlier had shown up again. 

About halfway into your movie, upon glancing out the window to look towards Harry’s house, you noticed a single figure close to the front of his house. That was odd, because there were usually at least two or three of the men together, and they usually didn’t walk along the side of his house like that. 

Starting to feel anxious and bored of the movie anyway, you decided to make your way outside to investigate. You were always bad about suppressing your curiosity; you told yourself you were just going out for the fresh air this time. 

Quietly walking from your driveway to the sidewalk in the direction of Harry’s house, you froze when you saw that the figure was now stood directly facing you. Clearing your throat, you took another step forward, slowly, deciding to just walk past and then turn back at the next corner. However, the figure was now moving towards you, and you started walking faster as it made its way closer to you. 

Next thing you knew, you saw a knife coming towards you and you let out a blood-curling scream, but not before the blade slashed across your arm. Your scream must have scared the person though, for they started running away, leaving you on the sidewalk in front of Harry’s house as the blood dripped from your arm. Too shocked to even cry, you stood frozen as Harry opened his door and came running out to you, his eyes wide and concern written all over his face. 

“Y/N! What happened, what did they do??” He asked you frantically, taking in the sight of your bloody arm. He’d just seen the running figure turn the corner when he started running towards you. 

“Cut my arm, they had a knife. Dunno who it was,” you told him quietly, unable to fully process what was happening.

“Oh God, okay. Come here, let’s clean that up,” he told you softly, placing his hand gently on the small of your back and leading you into his house before immediately closing and locking the door. 

“Come on, it’s okay,” he assured you as he grabbed your hand and led you into the large bathroom off of the hallway. 

“Okay, I have that bandage wrap stuff, and we should probably clean it off first… this might sting, I’m sorry please just bare with me.” He looked into your eyes, and you could see in them that he was terrified despite the small smile that had now formed on his lips as he tried to comfort you. 

Gently, more gentle than you thought a tall and clumsy-looking guy like him could be, Harry rinsed your arm, shushing you and stroking your hair when you moaned at the stinging. He then wrapped up your arm, so carefully, and led you back out into his living room.

“Please sit down, I’ll get you some water,” he smiled at you as he went into the kitchen. 

You were finally starting to realize what had happened and that you were now sitting in Harry’s house, the house of the guy who had pissed you off so much since you’d first met. But now he seemed so sweet and caring, and you were so surprised.

“Here you go.” Harry set down the glass on the small table next to the couch and sat down next to you. 

“I’m so sorry this happened. You can stay here for the night, you know if you don’t feel safe or something…” The way he was looking at you made you feel already safer and more secure. 

“I, um, yeah thank you. Thanks for doing all this, it was really nice of you,” you responded, gesturing to your arm that was now covered in gauze. 

“Of course.” He smiled at you again, and this time you smiled back. 

“So, I can just put on the tv if you want, maybe get your mind off of it for now?” Harry asked, but he was already reaching for the remote and beginning to flip through the channels before stopping on something on the Food Network. “I guess I’ll leave you alone now if you want,” he told you, though he made no move to leave.

You looked at him, biting your lip. “Um, do you think you could sit here with me just for a little longer?” you asked him timidly, unsure of where the two of you stood now after all that. 

The flicker of joy that flashed across Harry’s face didn’t go unnoticed as you waited for a response. “Of course, yeah,” he smiled at you, before settling back into the sofa as you did the same. 

And you hadn’t realized how exhausted you were until now as you lounged on the soft cushion, eyelids beginning to close. 

It had felt like only a few minutes had passed when you woke up, your head resting on Harry’s shoulder. His breathing was deep and slow, and you lifted your head slightly to see that his eyes were closed. A small smile formed on your face as you rested your head back down on his shoulder, cuddling in a little bit closer to him, feeling safer than ever. 

When You Self Harm... *Sakamami Only* *Part one*

✖️TRIGGER WARNING✖️

Also, im currently like their ‘lover’ in this rn. Thanks to my mom, i am now 0 days clean.

Shu: When he found you crying in the bathroom and saw your bloody arm, his eyes widened and he ran to hold you.
“Why did you do this to yourself?” He asked.
“Its fine. I’M FINE! You don’t need to worry about me.” You said sternly.
“Obviously you’re not fine.”
In the matter of a second he had cleaned your cuts and wrapped a bandage around your arm. He teleported both of you to his room and he laid you on his bed. He wiped your tears and held you close. As you were falling asleep, you heard him whisper…
“I love you.”

Reiji: He walked into your room to ask you what you wanted for dinner to find you repeatedly slicing through your thigh, leaving vibrant red marks that start to leak your blood. You noticed him staring and froze. He teleported to be right in front of you and pulled the blade from your hand. He bent down on his knees and began to lick the blood from your thigh, kissing the source of the blood when he got to it. Neither of you said a word. When the blood was gone he picked you up bridal style and teleported both of you to his lab to stitch your cuts.

(this is where im going to stop for now.)

Vasquez x Reader: Whipped


I don’t own the picture, and I don’t own The Magnificent Seven.  Other than that, enjoy!

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD.

“No.”

“Vas—”

“I said no.”  You crossed your arms with a huff and glared at him. 

“But I want to fight.  I’m a great shot!”  Vasquez put down the pistol he was cleaning and glared at you. 

“I don’t care.  I am not letting you out there.  It’s too dangerous.”  You scoffed.

“You’re not letting me?”  He didn’t meet your gaze.  “Vas, I am not some child you can order around!  I’m capable of making my own decisions based on my capabilities!”

I don’t care!”  His sudden outburst shocked you into silence.  He took his hat off and ran a stressed hand through his hair with a loud sigh.  Then he stood up and walked towards you, gently placing his hands on your upper arms. “Look,” He began.  “It’s not that I don’t think you’re capable.  I think you’re better with a gun than most of the idiotas we’re going to face out there.  I just…” His grip on your arms tightened.  “I just want you to be safe.  You’re mi chica.  If anything happens to you…”  You nodded.

“I understand.”

“You do?”  You nodded.

“I get that you’re worried.  I do.  But I’m worried about you too, and I don’t want to just sit around and do nothing.”  He nodded too.

“I know.  But you have a job to do.”  He smiled cheekily.  “Someone has to protect las mujeres y los niños .”  You sighed.

“Okay.”  He smiled in relief.  “I just wished I could do more.” 

“Trust me.  You’re doing enough.”  He looked like he wanted to say more, but at that moment Chisolm grabbed him and hauled him out to discuss the plan.  You sat down on the crate Vasquez had been occupying and twiddled your thumbs.  That didn’t last long either.  Emma came in, grabbed you by the arm, and hauled you outside. 

“What are you doing?”  You asked.

“You good with a gun?”

“What?”  She stopped and turned to face you with a huff.

“Chisolm said you were good with a gun.  That true?”

“Oh.  Oh, yeah!”  You confirmed.  She nodded in satisfaction.

“Good, we can use you.”

“I’m supposed to watch the women and kids.”

“They’ll be fine; we built a hiding place.  Now come with me, I’ll fill you in.”  She pulled you into the saloon and up the stairs.

Which is how you found yourself in your current position.  Hunkered down behind a pile of grain bags as you hid from flying bullets.  You quickly sat up and took out one of Bogue’s men.  You ducked down to avoid more bullets, but one found its mark in your upper arm.  Blood poured out the wound and drenched your sleeve as you gasped in pain.  You went to pick up your rifle as you tried to ignore the pain.  Before you could take aim, you and Emma were hauled up by a man with a white beard as he pushed you inside the saloon, shielding you from half a dozen bullets in the process.  You and Emma collapsed against the wall as you heard footsteps enter the building.  You cautiously looked over the edge of the balcony but retreated as soon as you caught sight of Denali.  He looked up and saw you.  Emma picked up her pistol as you looked for your rifle, cursing under your breath when you realized it was still outside. Denali crept up this stairs, his eyes locked on you.  Emma fired her pistol, only for it to be empty.  She tried again and again, hoping there was one round left, but to no avail.  You wrapped an arm around Emma and she did the same, preparing to meet your fate.  I’m sorry, Vasquez.  You closed your eyes and prepared for the final blow. You heard scuffling and opened your eyes just as Red Harvest hissed something in Comanche to Denali and pushed him off the ledge.  You and Emma continued to hold each other as you sighed in relief.  Red Harvest helped the two of you up, and you descended the stairs.  A round of shots prevented you from leaving.  The Gatling gun had been fired again.  The three of you dropped to the ground and waited for it to pass.  When the firing ended, you all stood up.  You went to follow them, but Red Harvest stopped you.  He looked at your arm.

“You are hurt,” He said in broken English. “Stay here.”  You made to protest, but Emma cut in.

“He’s right.  You can barely move it,” She ripped a piece of her skirt off and tied it around your arm.  “Here.  This should stop the bleeding.  Now, go hide.  We’ll get you when it’s over.”  You nodded reluctantly, just as an explosion rattled the town.  Emma looked out the window, and she stiffened.  “On second thought,” She grabbed a rifle propped up next to the door.  “I’ll be right back.”  You watched her exit the saloon and enter the burnt church after Chisolm and a clearly terrified Bogue.  A lone gunshot broke the silence moments later.  You suddenly felt the strength leave you as you slumped to the floor.  Red Harvest grabbed your waist and hauled you upright.

“It’s over,” You breathed with a grin.  He nodded, and slowly helped you out of the saloon and into the streets.  You looked around.  Bodies littered the street, and barricades still burned. You recognized Jack’s prone form, and spotted Goodnight in the grass next to the Church.  Faraday and Billy were nowhere to be found.  Chisolm and Emma left the church, and you couldn’t find Vasquez.

Your heart dropped to your toes.  Oh God.  What if he…?

You were snapped out of it by the sound of someone screaming your name.  You pushed off from Red Harvest and turned around to see Vasquez sprinting up the street towards you.  He was uninjured for the most part, though one of his sleeves was drenched in blood. “Y/N!”  He grabbed you and kissed your face over and over.  “What are you doing here?!  I thought you were with the women and kids!  I went to find you, but you weren’t there.  I thought…I thought—I thought you were dead, chica! ¡Eres tan tonto!”    He pressed a rough kiss to your forehead.  He tightened his grip on you and you winced.  He noticed immediately and pulled back to investigate.  His eyes were immediately drawn to your bloody arm.  He blanched.  “¡¿Que pasó?!”  You followed his gaze to your arm.

“It’s nothing,” You reassured him.  “Just a graze.”  His face hardened and he glared at you.

“If you had just done as I asked this wouldn’t have happened.”

“I wanted to help!”

“You could’ve helped protect the others!”

I was!”

“It’s true,” Emma interjected.  “She saved a lot of innocent men today.” Vasquez whirled on her.

“You were a part of this?!” She stared him dead in the eye.  “I’ll get to you in a minute.” He growled.  “How could you let her do this?!”  Your temper flared.

“Enough!” You shouted and he turned back to you.  “No one ‘let’ me do this; this was my choice and mine alone!”  He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.  “Let me finish!”   He closed it and listened quietly, albeit reluctantly.  “I know you didn’t want me to, but I didn’t want to sit around knowing you were risking your life and I wasn’t doing anything!  What if our positions were flipped?  I can bet the clothes on my back you would do the exact same.  I understand you’re upset I decided to fight, but I was mad at you too!  You didn’t trust me!  You know I’m capable of handling myself, but you treated me like a baby!  Well I’ve got news for you: if something like this happens again, I’m not sitting on the sidelines.  So you’ve got two options: let me help you, or just watch as I help you anyway.”  You crossed your arms and looked up at him.  He was staring at you, before a dopey grin slowly spread across his face.  Chisolm and Red Harvest were snickering off to the side.  Vasquez slowly pulled you closer and brushed his lips over yours.

“Yes ma’am.”  You smiled softly up at him and wrapped your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer, grateful you had both made it.

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Newt Scamander x Reader - Never

Title: Never

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Rating: T (for torture)

Word Count: 1556

Warnings: Use of the Crucio curse.

Request - can you do a newt x reader where the reader is in the case with him when tina takes it to macusa?

I wasn’t one hundred percent sure what exactly you wanted for this one so I’m afraid it’s not as long as my others. I hope it’s alright though…

Originally posted by hardyness

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Make Me Wanna Die

*Trigger Warning and smut*
(this was requested on the website blackveilbridesfanfiction.com)

You were in your room. You were staring in the mirror and crying. The mascara and eyeliner running down your face in black streaks. You had a horrible day today. You just found out your boyfriend was cheating on you, what was worse was that he was cheating you with your best friend. Your world was crashing down on you and you didn’t know what to do anymore. Not only did your best friend and boyfriend ruin your trust, but your father has just passed away a month ago and this was especially difficult for you because you two were close. He was the only one that got you, that understood you and your quirks. Now, you felt as if you had no one. Sure you had your mom, but she was upset because of losing your dad. Some nights you didn’t even see her at all. She would lock herself in her room with a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes, not reemerging until the next morning. So right now you’re still standing in front of your mirror. You’re looking yourself up and down, hating every square inch of flesh you see. You walk over to your dresser and open your jewelry box. Under the little drawer is a razor blade. The metal silver, and cool against your skin. You walk back over to your bed and sit down. You’re begging and pleading with yourself.
“Just stay strong." You whisper to yourself. More tears sneak their way out of your waterline and own your cheeks. You break down, and your positive thoughts no longer have impact on you. You slice the blade through your flesh, leaving a stinging, red line behind it. You go just beneath the first cut and make a new one, then again, and again until your arm starts to feel numb and you no longer feel the sting of the blade scraping your skin. You go into the bathroom and wash the blade off and then your bloody arm. You wrap your arm in a bit of gauze from medicine cabinet and go back into your room. You lie down on your bed and sob. You start to feel guilty for what you’ve done. You think of your dad. He wouldn’t have wanted you to do this to yourself. He would be heartbroken if he knew. You then decide to call your best friend, Andy. He would know what to do, and how to help you. You dial his number and anxiously wait for him to pick up.
"Hello?” His deep gravely voice said on the other end of the phone. You can’t do anything but cry.
“(Y/n), what’s wrong?” Andy asks concerned.
“I-I did a bad thing.” You sob into the phone.
“(Y/n), did you cut again?” Andy’s voice sounded a little disappointed and you cried harder.
“Y-Yes, I’m sorry Andy, I can’t do this anymore.” You sob loudly.
“(Y/n) just take a breath, breathe. I’m on my way over to pick you up.” He says. You feel relief flood through your veins. You did not want to be alone.
“Okay.” You say weakly into the phone. You guys hang up and you anxiously await Andy’s arrival. A few moments later you get a text from him.
“Out front.” It says. You put your phone in your back pocket, and grab a jacket, wincing at the pain on your arm when the fabric of the sleeve passes over it. You walk down stairs and to your mom’s bedroom door. It’s shut. You knock softly.
“Momma, I’m going out. I’ll be back.” You say quietly. Silence. Like normal. You sigh and walk out the door and rush to Andy’s car. He looks at you for moment. You could feel his icy blue stare. He was penetrating you with his eyes at the moment, and you could tell he was disappointed.
“(Y/n).” He started. “What the fuck is going on with you?” You bite your bottom lip and fidget with your hands in your lap.
“My boyfriend cheated on me with Kelsey.” You say weakly, Andy knew Kelsey was your best friend and he hated her from day one. He could see right through her and he saw her for what she was. A slut.She was all over him at the party you took her to at his house a few weeks ago. He didn’t like her. He knew she was too easy and that was a major turn off for him.
“Well that’s no surprise.” Andy said with a chuckle, running his hand through his smooth black hair. You give him a look of shock.
“Don’t laugh!” You shout. “It’s not funny!” You cross your arms over your chest, truly hurt.
“I didn’t mean to laugh, (y/n). You know Kelsey is a slut. This was bound to happen.” Andy finally put the car in drive and he drove to his house in silence. He parked the car and you guys walked in.
“Have a seat.” He motioned to the couch. You did as he said. He lit a cigarette and sat next to you, taking a hit and blowing the smoke out of his nose.
“So open up to me. Tell me what’s wrong.” He said, flicking his ash into an ashtray.
“My mom is still having it rough over losing my father. She locks herself in her room all damn day with a bottle of wine and pack of Pall Mall Reds. She won’t come out unless it’s to use the bathroom. She doesn’t even make dinner anymore. I don’t even think she eats anymore.” You admit, shrugging your shoulders and looking in your lap.
Andy put one of his beautifully tattooed arms around your shoulders.
“If it’s any consolation, I’m sorry (y/n). I remember when my grandfather passed away. It was hard on all of us, but we have to remember them in life. We need to celebrate their life and remember that they’re no longer suffering.” He put his hand on your thigh. Tears were starting to form in your eyes again. Andy noticed and wiped them away.
“Don’t cry.” He said, and did something unexpected. He cupped your chin in his hand and kissed you softly on the lips. You kissed him back, deepening the kiss. It took him by surprise, but he liked it. Soon you were wrapped in each other’s embrace, kissing deeply and passionately. He moved on to your neck at this point. Sucking it gently, being careful not leave marks. You straddled his lap on the couch, and you could feel him hardening under your leg. You lick his neck up to his earlobe, nibbling it gently and he let out a small whimper. You found his lips again and he nibbled your bottom lip.
“Let’s take this to the bedroom.” He whispered. Once you were there he helped remove your clothing and his.
“Lay on the bed with your butt on the edge.” He commanded, rolling a condom down his large shaft. He wrapped your legs around his waist and entered you. Filling you completely, and causing you a little discomfort. His thrusts started off slow, letting you get accustomed to his size. He grabbed your left breast with his right hand, gently rolling your nipple with his thumb and index finger, and you moan slightly.
“You’re so tight.” He growled, his thrusts getting faster and deeper and filling your belly with pleasure. He soon told you to flip over on your hands and knees and he entered you from behind, bouncing you off his hip bones, and digging his fingers in your hips, sliding you on and off his cock. You throw your hair back and moan his name as your climax rocketed through your body, making you tingle from head to toe. Andy still hadn’t finished yet, he was still pounding into you, his breathing getting heavier and his thrusts becoming sloppier. He was almost finished.
“I’m gonna cum, (y/n).” He said breathlessly. He came hard, grunting as he buried his cock deep with in you and emptied his balls into the condom. He pulled out and disposed of the condom and came back over to you and pulled on a pair of boxers. He handed you one of his shirts and you put your panties back on.
“That was fucking awesome.” He said, lighting another cigarette and lying back against the headboard. You hopped in his bed next to him and snuggled into his chest. He offered you a hit of the cigarette and you took it. The smoke tingling in your throat.
“(Y/n), I know your boyfriend hurt you. I know it’s probably hard for you to trust another guy, but I’m not like that. I would never cheat on you. The truth is (y/n), I really like you. I’ve liked you since the first day I met you. That guy was an asshole and you deserve so much better…” You cut Andy off to give him a deep kiss.
“I like you too.” You admit to him.
“Be my girlfriend?” He asked. You smile and kiss him again. “I take that as a yes then?” He smiled and pinned you to the bed playfully, bending down and kissing you again.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said, making butterflies dance in your stomach. You blush, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.
“Time for round two?” Andy joked, and you laughed. He truly did make you happy, and you were truly happy that you guys decided on being together. You both then snuggled up to each other and fell into a deep sleep.

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Caged [13]

Characters: NamjoonxReader
Length: 2952 words
Genre: Mafia AU
Warnings: Violence

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The examination room was cold and sterile and you felt out of place with your bloodied clothes and dirty arms and hands. After they had taken Jungkook away, a kind, young nurse had put an arm around you and tried to calm you down and take the jacket from you, but you had refused to let go and vomited on the hospital floor instead.

They had examined your head and confirmed your suspicion that Jungkook had given you a concussion. When they had asked if you felt pain anywhere else, you had wanted to say everywhere but settled for no instead. Frowning, the doctor, a nice but authoritarian woman in her 30s, had scanned your face and your bare feet, and sighed.

You had allowed them to bandage your feet and put a band aid over the mostly healed cut beside your eye, but refused to take off your clothes. The doctor had nodded and told you to lie down while she went and got you a prescription for pain killers, but you had been afraid of what would happen if you tried to lie on your back. You knew that she could have written you prescriptions with you in the room, and suspected that she was checking to see if you were on hospital record and if they could find an emergency contact. Your heart sped up in relief for a second, until you remembered the coffee-drinking nurse and the paper shredder from your first visit.

As far as this hospital was concerned, you were no one and had no one.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Could you maybe write Henry saving F!Mu from being kidnapped? Maybe with Morgan included somewhere in there if it's not to much to ask!

(Want to change the name? Use this!)

When he woke up, he was in very unfamiliar territory. Morgan was leaning over him, tears bubbling in his eyes. Henry cracked his eyes open, albeit painfully, unsure what to make of the current situation. There was definitely blood on his face, as he could taste it in his mouth. Weirdly enough, Morgan had his own little stream of it running down the side of his head.

“…Huh. Cult ritual go wrong, again?” He guessed, voice surprisingly hoarse. To his surprise, Morgan shook his head no. He looked legitimately frightened about something. “No? What happened, then?”

“I-it’s Mother!” Morgan choked out. Immediately Henry was on edge, looking at his future son with a quirked eyebrow and minor frown.

“What about your mom? She didn’t get turned into a toad by accident, did she?” Morgan tripped over his words, trying to explain why Henry was just waking up from whatever happened. Henry wasn’t sure whether he should be amused or concerned.

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Secret Hero: (Implied) Jim x Reader

*Despite being a criminal, you just can’t help stepping in to defend Jim during his dangerous encounters - but how long will it be before he realises your heroism?*

Originally posted by neulina

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That first night in your arms I vowed to myself that I’d spend an eternity there, that I would have those arms holding me for the decades to come. We vowed to travel the world and the settle in a cozy cabin deep in the woods where we could enjoy nirvana together.
That last night I held you, that last night before I called you on the phone in tears to explain how I didn’t want you anymore broke me. It broke us. Because even though I felt secure in your bloody arms I could no longer feel safe in your words that tore apart my humanity. All the love I had once felt was stolen by you, a vile thief, you destroyed me in every way.
While I was bleeding on the tile floor, unable to keep a grasp on reality, worried sick about my future with you, you only deepened the agony I felt in my chest. and I had to let you go.
Yet, you still haunt my thoughts every waking hour. I will never be rid of you and your damaging hold on me.
—  you abused me and yet I still love you
Left For Dead (Part 2)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Summary: You’re dating Theo and Stiles can’t stand it. When he finds you next to his injured dad, he assumes you and Theo were in it together and leaves you in the tunnels, not knowing it may be the last time he sees you.

A/N: It’s going on for a bit longer than I expected but I can’t help it!
Thanks for all the awesome feedback and love xx Because of which, not only did I write Part 2 but also Part 3! Part 4 will be up after this weeks episode of Teen Wolf to fulfill all your thirst xx LINKS BELOW!

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—————————————————————————————————-  Every breath feels like a knife in your lungs, a hammer pounding at your skull as you stumble through the halls of the hospital in search of Stiles.

You didn’t know how you managed to drag yourself out of the tunnels, but you knew you had to find him and explain.

You finally find him sitting in the empty halls near the emergency room.

“Stiles,” you whisper, making your way towards him.

“You,” he shouts, and you stop in your tracks.

“Stiles please,” you plead, reaching for his hand as he stops in front of you, his fists clenched.

“Don’t,” he pulls them away, his glare piercing you.

“You need to go,” he says, as calm as he can manage, but you continue to stand there.

“YOU NEED TO GO Y/N OR I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD-“ he didn’t finish his sentence, he just moved closer to you, inches away from your face.

“Why did you do it? What did he ever do to you? I get you conniving with Theo. I should’ve realized it sooner. You haven’t even been with the pack for that long, it was stupid to trust you. So I get it, that’s on me. But why go for my dad?” his voice rose, “HUH? WHY GO FOR MY DAD? WHY DID YOU AND YOUR FUCKING PSYCHO BOYFRIEND GO FOR THE ONLY FAMILY LEFT IN MY LIFE? WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST FUCKING COME FOR ME?!”

“Stiles, I didn’t do this, I didn’t know. I promise you,” you say, once again reaching for his hand.

“Don’t ever come near me again, or I swear to god I’ll kill you and that bastard.”

This time he pulls away harder, making you fall to the floor, the floor hitting your head in the same spot the pipe had.

You pull yourself up to see him storming away down the hall. Feeling an immense thumping in your skull, you look down at the floor to see a pool of blood where your head had been and drops of blood spilling from your side.

You stumble through the hallways searching for a nurse or someone before collapsing, praying someone will find you before everything turns black.

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“Get off him, stop it both of you!” Melissa McCall shouts as she pulls Stiles away from Scott outside the emergency room.

Both boys stumbled to their feet, “You weren’t the only one hurt Stiles,” Scott sighs.

“Oh, you’ll heal,” Stiles spits back sarcastically before noticing the worrisome look on Scott’s face.

Scott leads him to Lydia’s room, waiting outside.

Once Stiles come out, he finds Scott staring at Stiles with the same, unchanging look.

“What now?” he sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“Y/N’s blood, it was outside the ER” Scott says, and Stiles became angry.

“Was she here?” Scott asks, staring at Stiles puzzled as Stiles storms back towards the ER.

“Stiles!” he shouts and he turns around.

“Yes! She was here, covered in my dad’s blood after doing this to him with that psychotic, son of a-“

“It’s Y/N’s blood, Stiles,” he interrupts Stiles as he dips his finger in it and inhales the scent.

“No, she- she was fine,” he mumbles, staring at Scott.

“Stiles, what happened?” Scott asks, concerned.

“I found her in the tunnels with my dad’s body. She- she came here to, I don’t know, to lie more, to justify it, I don’t- I don’t know Scott,” he says frustrated, trying to process his own thoughts in conjunction with everything that had happened in the past 24 hours.

“She wouldn’t have done that to your dad. And in any case, she must have been bleeding pretty badly, where did she go?”

“She left after… after I threatened her,” Stiles sighs, becoming more worried as he stares at the pool of blood on the floor.

“You what?”

“It’s not important, let’s just find her, oh god, Scott, please tell me we can find her,” he worries, running his hand through his hair, “We have to find her.”

“I can still kind of smell her blood,” Scott says, walking down the hallway and disappearing around the corner, Stiles following far behind, wringing his hands and he replays everything you had been trying to say, through his head, repeatedly.

“Oh my god,” Scott yells, “We need help, we need help over here!” he yells as he crouches beside your side, pulling you into his lap, trying to wake you.

Stiles rounds the corner and stops at the sight of your bloody body in Scott’s arms.

“Stiles, go get help!” he yells at Stiles whose ears had begun to ring, only snapping out of it when a nurse shoves him out of the way.

He slides to the floor as he watches your body being pulled onto a stretcher and carried away.

“I did this to her,” he mumbles as Scott pulls him up.

“It’s not your fault,” Scott reassures him but Stiles felt hot tears run down his face at the thought of losing you.

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You wake up to the scent of air freshener and stale air.

“Y/N,” you hear a whisper as your eyes struggle to adjust to the bright lighting.

You turn to see Stiles, with his hands clasped around your own, blinking hard as he wakes as though he had been by your side for days, his eyes red and puffy.

You remember the last few moments with him before you had passed out and you stare at him, tears rolling out of the corners of your eyes despite your best efforts to hold them in.

“Y/N, I’m so, so sorry, I don’t even have words- I- I thought I was going to lose you,” he chokes, beginning to cry again, “I was so fucking scared, I should’ve listened, I should’ve known.”

You stare at him, unable to get any words out.

“My dad told me, you were already in there when he was thrown in,” he continues, “I swear, I never knew you were hurt, I would’ve never left you like that.”

“Stiles, I was bleeding all over the floor, I could barely speak, and you would’ve noticed that if you hadn’t been so sure that I did this with Theo”

Stiles stays silent, shaking his head, blinking his tears away.

“You were so sure Stiles, you were so ready to assume the worst about me.”

“No, no- I was just scared, Y/N, I just –“

I was scared Stiles, you left me for dead in the tunnels, and I came all the way here, when I could barely see or breathe, to tell you the truth, and you wouldn’t even hear it. Even if I had hurt your dad, how could you have just left me like that?”

“I know and I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m so, so sorry, I love you so much and-“ he pauses, staring at you as if to check if you too had heard what he just said.

Your heart momentarily forgets what he had done and you feel the urge to say those same words back.

“It doesn’t matter. You left me for dead, Stiles. I can’t be around you after this, I can’t even look at you,” you spat, regretting your harsh words but knowing you could never forgive him.

Stiles continues to apologize and cry but after realizing you wouldn’t even look at him, he leaves, allowing the others to come in.

You thank Scott repeatedly for finding you when he did and laugh playfully as everyone comes up with creative, yet brutal, ways to punish Theo. However, your eyes continuously wander towards the doorway, wishing Stiles would come back.

2

Imagine The Avengers Finding Out You Self Harm


For Anon (Lots of love to you!)


The Avengers have always known you as the darker kind of person. You have a dead pan sense of humor, you’re never caught without black nail polish on, darker colored clothes look better on you, and black and purple lipstick just rock.


They didn’t however know why. I mean yes it’s a sense of style but you have a reason for liking it.


“(Y/N) it’s movie night are you gonna join?” Natasha asks while knocking on your bathroom door. You jump and throw the razor away from your arm. It hits the wall with a clatter. “What was that are you okay?”

“Yes perfect!” you reply quickly and look around frantically for a towel to cover the cuts.


“That’s a lie. I’m coming in” Natasha says and rips open the door. You put your and behind your back and smile at her. Natasha looks at the bloody razor then at the blood drops on the floor and then at you. “What’s this?”


“I-I cut myself trying to shave” you lie. Natasha doesn’t buy it and grabs your arm pulling it out in front. She takes one look at the bloody cuts and drags you to the common room.


“Guys we need to talk” Natasha announces and shoves you down on the couch.


“About what movie were gonna watch I know” Clint says but the. Looks at your bloody arm and gapes. “What happened?”


“Did you cut yourself (Y/N)?” Steve asks gently and sits next to you. You look up at there hopeful faces and Natasha’s crushed one and nod.


“I did.”


“Oh my god” Bruce mumbles. Tony grabs a towel and carefully wraps your arm.


“I’m sorry” you say feeling guilty now.


“Don’t apologize” Wanda snaps. “It’s not your fault.”


“Why’d you do it?” Pietro inquires and you take a shuddering breath.


“I have depression. Things in my head are twisted, broken, and the only thing that’s makes it stop-” you choke on your words. “Is to distract myself. I need pain on my arm to keep me from the horrible pain in my head” you explain and watch as the teams faces crumple down down down.


“I wish you would have told us” Steve states.


“It’s not that simple” you hiss.


“We understand that it’s hard to say. Well I do. I suffer from depression too” Bruce adds and walks forward to put a hand on your knee. “It fucking sucks.”


“Yeah it does” you agree and nod.


“This isn’t gonna happen again on my watch” Tony promises.


“I don’t think that’s up to you Mister Stark” Pietro objects.


“Well then I think we are all going to try super hard to make sure (Y/N) doesn’t feel the need to do this to herself again” Tony remarks.


“Agreed Tony. We are here for you please come to us (Y/N)” Steve begs.


“Okay I’ll come to you guys next time” you state and wipe away the tears that came on.


“Good.”


“Can we watch What To Expect When You’re Expecting?” you ask with a weak smile. You’re trying to lighten the mood.


“Sure” Natasha shrugs and sits down cuddling up next to you. The rest of the Avengers take their respective places all an inch closer to you though.

You watch the movie and you feel safe and happy for the first time in a long time.