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Friends Part 7

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2276

Warnings: Angst, fuffly ( and a lot of confused people)

Thank you @amrita31199 you are amazing.

credits to the gif owners

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You wake up feeling awful, your head is hurting like hell and you feel weak. You know that you need to get up, put some clothes on and eat some breakfast. But you don’t want to move, you are so comfortable and for a brief moment, you feel normal and safe between your sheets.

Unfortunately, the moment doesn’t last long, all the events of yesterday reappear in your mind all at once but this time you can see things with a little more clarity.

You are stuck in a dilemma between sense and sensibility.

You are so overwhelmed by your own feelings that you decide to take the advice of one of your favorite professors in college.Every time that you are feeling confused or your feelings are overpowering you, you should write a letter to yourself explaining what is going on.

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Characters: Dean x reader, Sam mentioned

Word Count: 700

Warnings: angst, grieving the loss of a loved one

A/N: I’ve been watching the series again, and I just balled when I watched this scene. I guess I personally have needed comfort lately, and I have found that in writing about comforting Dean instead. There are so many times throughout the series that I have just wanted to hold him through the bad. This is my small way of doing that.

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Here you go, babe!

I hope this was okay! I really liked the request, but I’m not sure if I like how it came out of my head…. #writerproblems


Kim Seokjin

He was hesitant to bring it up. He didn’t want to force anything on you and he knew you worked tomorrow, but he didn’t want you to have to walk home alone in the dark. “Do you want to stay the night?” He asked. You had just slipped your shoes on and seemed to be stalling, not wanting to walk out into the night air. You both stared at each other for a moment. Trying to read each other, though you both wanted the same thing. “If that’s okay with you.” Jin nodded, probably a bit to eagerly.

He threw a spare pillow and blanket onto the couch for himself, flipping the main light off. After struggling for a bit, trying to turn the water on, he now heard the bathroom door opening, signaling you were done. “Find everything okay?” He asked. He could hear your feet padding down the hall and turned towards you, smiling at the look of you in a pair of his sweats and a tshirt. “Thanks for letting me spend the night.” “Anytime. You can just sleep in my bed tonight. It’s all clean.” The way you stared at him made his heart thump in his chest. He felt almost giddy. You moved over to the couch and sat down flat out refusing to claim his bed for the night. He wasn’t going to argue with you anymore, but he wasn’t going to cave either. He slid down onto the couch with you and let you slouch into him, pulling your legs up under you. The room was quite, your breathing deep and soothing. He could smell his shampoo in your hair, the mix of his own smell, with the remaining sent of your own making him smile. he’d press his lips to the top of your head and whisper an, “I love you.”

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Kim Namjoon

You had been waiting for him to get home from practice and it ended up being much later than the two of you had anticipated. You had school early the next morning and you knew, at this rate, you wouldn’t make it home and have enough time to shower. So you just decided to do it at Namjoon’s place. He wouldn’t mind and if you were going to stay here till he got back in needed to be done.

 You’d shower quick and figured you could just throw one of his shirts on when you were done. Problem was, you heard him calling your name while you toweled off. “Y/N?” He was in the adjoining room. You slid across the tiles, placing your hand on the doorknob before he could open in. “Sorry. It was getting late and I had to shower.” You peeked your head out the crack in the door, cheeks burning as you gripped the towel to your chest. He just stared at your dripping wet hair for a moment, his own cheeks turning a slight shade of pink before he moved to his dresser, getting out a shirt for you. He’d leave you in peace to get yourself dressed, but when you’d step out he’d pull you towards him, kissing your temple, taking in your fresh scent. “You smell nice.” He’d mumble, arms snaking around your waist. “Why don’t you just spend the night?”

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Min Yoongi

You were falling asleep against his shoulder, making it harder for him to type at his laptop. A movie was playing quietly in the background, holding neither of your attentions. Small snoring sounds came from your nose, though you’d always insist you didn’t snore. Yoongi found his attention wasn’t on his work anymore. His eyes were locked on your sleepy form.

Something sounded through the speakers of the tv, he jumped and your head flew off his arm. You looked confused and disheveled, running your hand through your hair. Not fully awake. He didn’t speak, hoping you’d give in to your dropping eyes and fall asleep against his arm again. “Oh, I’ve got to get home.” You’d say, pushing yourself up. “No.” He’d reply, catching your swaying arm. “Stay here.” You’d stare at him for a moment, blinking away the sleep. “I can’t. I have an interview early tomorrow. I haven’t even showered.” He’d push his laptop off his lap and stand up, leading you towards the bathroom. You’d receive a towel from him and the water would be on before you had another chance to protest.

 For someone you hadn’t wanted to go in the first place, you were sure taking a long time in the bathroom. He contemplated checking on you but then the doorknob turned and you stepped out. “Okay. Now home.” You’d say, waving your arms towards the door. He’d shake his head and pat the bed next to him. You hardly protested and crawled in next to him. You’d rest your head on his chest and he’d wrap his arms over your shoulder. “I smell better now.” You’d whisper. That’s when he’d notice it and he’d smile, liking the sent of him on you.

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Jung Hoseok

It started off as him showing you a new dance he was learning. He was quite proud of it and insisted that you learn with him. Him actually teaching you only lasted a couple of minutes. You two were soon swinging each other around his living room, table and chair pushed out of the way. You dropped to the floor, panting and sweating, laughing as he stumbled back onto the couch. 

“You’re a pro.” He’d say, trying to catch his breath. You’d both sit in silence for a bit, the only sound being your heavy breathing as you cooled down. “Oh gosh. It’s late. I need to get home.” You’d say, pushing yourself up from the floor. You two were having so much fun, neither of you noticed as the clock crept past one. Hoseok glanced at his phone, eyes bugging out as he noticed the time. He seemed to contemplate something for a moment before pushing himself up. “Just spend the night.” He’d say with a shrug. “I have to get home. I smell.” He’d laugh and nudge you to his bathroom. “Go shower. It’s late and I don’t want you walking home tonight.” You’d give in and he’d supply you with some clean clothing.

Hoseok would be lying in bed, eyes closing on him, the sound of the shower lulling him to sleep. He never heard you come out. He felt the bed dip next to him and he turned, wrapping himself in your warmth. It wasn’t your usual smell that enveloped him. But as he settled against your chest, pressing a kiss to your collar bone, he found himself enjoying your scent mixed with his own. “I love you so much.” He’d murmur before falling asleep.

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Park Jimin

You two had just finished working out. Well, he just finished working out. He had gotten you to hop onto the treadmill at the very end, but it didn’t last very long. You had both returned to his place, both a little hungry and both very sweaty. It was late already, you two had gotten a late start and by the time you had dragged yourself back, the sun had set and Jimin, your ride, seemed a bit tired as he made some food in the kitchen.

“I should just call a taxi. You look exhausted.” He’d turn to you, lip jutting out into a pout. “I don’t want you to go.” He’d reply, moving over to wrap his arms around you. You’d try to pull away, whining about being smelly but he’d just laugh at you. “How about,” He’d start, glancing down, feeling a bit shy to bring the topic up. “You spend the night here? We can watch a movie and then I can bring you home in the morning?” You’d agree but insist on a shower, leaving him to start a movie up while you cleaned up.

You moved out into the living room, feeling refreshed but tired as the day came to an end. You’d settle on the couch by him, wrapping an arm around his waist. He’d run his fingers through your hair, noticing the smell of his body wash on you as he bent over to kiss your cheek. “Ah, Jagiya. You smell amazing.” He’d say, enjoying his scent on you for the rest of the night.

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Kim Taehyung

You were in your car, in Taehyung’s driveway. He was standing in the doorway, arm raised, waving goodbye. The rain was pelting down at the car, making it hard for you to see him. You stuck your keys into the ignition and turned, waiting to hear the car purr to life, but it didn’t happen. It made this horrible whirling sound and stopped. You tried again, but the same thing happened.  With a sigh, you pulled your keys back out and opened your door. “What’s wrong?” Tae called from the house. You shrugged and popped the hood, shivering as the cold rain seeped down your shirt. You weren’t quite sure if the problem would be coming from there, but checking was your best bet. “Y/N! Come inside.” He yelled and you slammed the hood down, grabbing your bag before locking the car back up. You stood dripping in his hallway as he threw a towel over you. “I guess its a sign. Lets get you in the shower and we’ll figure it out in the morning.”

You collapsed on the couch next to him, ready to complain about your stupid, piece of junk car, when he’d press his nose to your neck. “Ahh, you smell so good, Jagi.” He’d say, causing you to chuckle. “I smell like you.” He’d pull away a bit. “But it smell so much better on you.” Up until you both fell asleep, he’d be sniffing you constantly.

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Jeon Jungkook

It was late. You two had been playing games in his room. You were proud of yourself for actually beating him a couple of times, but as it got later, and the day started to catch up to you, you found yourself leaning against Jungkook. Remote clutched feebly in your hands as he beat you again. “I give up.” You murmur, rubbing your face into his sweatshirt. “You have me at an unfair advantage.” He’d chuckle, leaving the game at the character selection screen as he stretched. “What time is it?” He’d ask, answering his own question as he checked his phone. “Late.” You’d reply. He sat in silence for a while, seeming to contemplate something. He’d wrap his arms around you and fall back onto the bed. “How about you just stay here tonight?”  He’d ask, trying to seem chill about it, but you could here the strain in his voice. “I’m okay going home, I don’t want to impose.” His voice wasn’t quite as shaky this time. “No. Stay.”

He had showered first, offering you one as an afterthought. He paced around the room, overthinking every little thing he could as he waited for you. All his thoughts went down the drain as you stumbled out of the bathroom, giving him a smile before moving over towards the bed. “Goodnight.” You’d say as you pulled the covers up. He’d just stare at you, causing you to blush a bit. He noticed the smell of his shampoo on you and was embarrassed to admit just how much he liked it on you. “Is this too weird?” You’d asked and he’d just shake his head, finally crawling into bed with you, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

Originally posted by pjkook

I may have gotten a little carried away with this. I’m sorry it took so long to get up, I’ve been very busy lately. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!

okay new art style isnt working out, but –

Here you go! Design of my Travelers!AU. I’ll probably redraw it later but for now take it.
Thanks A LOT to @faimrs for help with the story and stuff. 

So Geno is a nerd. Kinda. He’s studying in some american (?) school and he tries really hard to get good grades but sometimes it’s really really hard for him. He lives with his mom and little brothers. He have some people he know and people he can talk to but he can’t call them friends.
He’s bipolar, his mood can change really quick from good to bad so sometimes he can’t control the words he’s saying, swearwords and all offensive things, etc. He mostly regrets every word he ever said to someone. 
And Reaper is that typical badass who loves to skip school and he just don’t give a shit about anything what’s happening around him. Probably. 
He played the role of a “cool guy” for his brother to make Papyrus respect him but Reaper lost himself in under this “mask” or whatever you call it. 
The story is: Reaper saved Geno from the bullies on his car (That he rented btw and he lied to Geno that he bought it but he found it out anyway). They started to hang out and they were friends for a year or more. But when Geno had a fight with his family he was super upset and angry, so he moved to Reaper’s place unable to carry the weight of his problems any more. One lazy day when Reaper and Geno was watching movies cops visited them because Reaper wasn’t paying for the car. Reaper somehow managed to send them away and then said, in panic “Geno, we need to leave the town, now”. At fisrt Geno didn’t want to, but he agreed after some time. So one summer evening they left and never came back.

So as you can see they travel around the country. They’re wanted in the police because Reaper have a giant debt so along with traveling they’re trying to hide from the police. 
Ya know. Sleep in shitty motels, eat junk food.
sex in the car.

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Oh god… where do I even start…

The problem is that I don’t have just one specific favorite scene. Like every time I try and narrow it down I think of another one that I love but okay I’m gonna try and pick just one.

The Neon Lights/Sha-Boom scene. To start off I just have to say that that scene is so beautiful and the animation seriously has not become dated at all. It’s still as beautiful as I remember it being as a kid.
“Just like in it’s heyday, right?” That’s honestly one of my favorite lines from Lightning and like. 

Okay I’m absolute shit at explaining things. I’m really bad at expressing why I love certain things but I’m really gonna try here.

It makes me so emotional that he did that for Sally. He listened to everything she told him on their drive. He listened and he paid so much attention to everything she was telling him and he tried so hard to make Radiator Springs look like it did back in the day. Like, he’s only known her for four fucking days and he already cares about her so much. He already cares about this little town so much ! Four days ago he was yelling about how it’s “Hillbilly Hell!” and now?????? He doesn’t ever want to leave!! Four days!!!!!!!

And god when he nudges her, and she nudges him back, the face he makes kills me. Like he didn’t expect her to actually nudge him back, and he’s just. He’s so shocked and so happy.

And god the music. Sha-Boom is one of the best songs on that soundtrack and I’ll fight anyone that says otherwise.

And god the goodbye part. First off, he’s so damn happy to see Mack and it makes me very Emotional. But god then Sally pulls up and I get WRECKED.

I made a gifset of his face in that moment and haha kill me ! He can’t even talk to her. He wants so badly to say how he’s feeling but he can’t and it just. God it pains me so much. And god Sally’s face. And her lines.

“Good luck in California. I hope you find what you’re looking for.” G O D.

And then he starts chasing after her!!! He’s yelling her name and trying to get to her but the damn paparazzi won’t let him through. And you can hear Harv in the background, “You don’t belong there anyway” and the door shuts and McQueen is still fighting to get out. To see the town. He’s forced away from Radiator Springs and I bet you anything as soon as that trailer door shut he started crying. That’s just my headcanon but like…

And then that reporter tells Doc “Thanks for the call” and god… Sally’s reaction…….

“Best for everyone? Or best for you?” that line…….

The residents all watching as he’s taken away, all assuming he called them. Sally slowly going into her house and shutting off the lights. Everyone slowly turning to go home and the town just shuts down. And Doc’s left alone. With that damn broken stop light.

G o d just…..

The Domestic Garden Witch: Backyard Thriftiness

So maybe you’re a college witch with limited space and money, limited to the one window in your dorm. Or, maybe you’re a witch without extensive backyard space who wants to start up a magical garden. Perhaps you’re a kitchen witch who wants the freshest herbs right at her fingertips.

For many witches, having a garden seems to be a bit of a no-brainer. After all, plants and magic go hand-in-hand. Plus, when thinking of a witch, it’s hard not to think of a cottage in the woods with a little vegetable garden out front. Unfortunately for the majority of us, our cottage in the woods is a tiny flat, and our garden out front is a windowsill with limited space.

This is when it comes time to embrace your craftiness and bring your garden indoors! Not only does it place your garden in a convenient location, it also allows you to freshen the air, recycle what would otherwise harm the earth, and embrace your witchy green thumb!

One Man’s Junk is a Witch’s Treasure

If there’s anything that many of us witches tend to be, it’s thrifty. We have a perspective that allows us to see more potential in a glass bottle or even in a flower than others might have. As a result, it should come as no surprise that we can take what’s being discarded or tossed and turn it into a garden witch’s delight!

Today’s Domestic Garden Witch is a little different. Where normally I look at specific projects, this article is more of an umbrella article, as it encompasses wheelbarrow gardens like the one pictured above, barbeque gardens, gardens grown in old boots, and even gardens growing out of junked cars! I’m continuing the theme of looking at the container as the witchy part, however. You’ll see what I mean.

Depending upon what container you’re choosing, the process remains the same as any other container garden: ensure there are drainage holes, make a gravel layer for drainage, a layer of soil, and plant/water/grow!

Work Associations in Magick (How Can I Witch This?)

We often have a tendency to fixate on the material an object is made of in determining its role in magick and spellcasting - iron for protection, clay for grounding, oak for wisdom, et cetera. But like the athame, sometimes the key role our container plays in the spell is actually based on its previous purpose. Spells are guided by intent, visualization, and purpose. A protection spell provides spiritual shielding or guidance, while a safe travel spell is a more specific protection spell meant to provide that shielding in a vehicle or on trips. Meanwhile, a love spell is geared toward enhancing confidence, inspiring desire, or helping a person maintain a struggling relationship. For each of these purposes, there’s an appropriate container.

Let’s take the protection spells as the first examples. A boot is meant to protect a person’s foot from the elements. It’s a mobile form of armor that may be commonplace but still makes all the difference in day to day life (I can’t tell you how helpful it is for many custodians and construction workers to have steel-toe boots, saving them from broken or severed digits). As such, when turning it into a container for a plant, it makes sense to continue its role as a protective charm! Or the travel spell - the car I’d mentioned (and yes, this garden is something I’ve seen… it was gutted, and flower beds were put into the interior, trunk, and where the engine once was) had at one point ensured fast travel and protection on the road. Carry that over into the garden, and you have a permanent spell to protect you and your loved ones during trips or even during daily commutes.

It may seem odd that I’d use a love spell as an example, too. Something that seems such a complex concept might not seem as if there could be a container linked to it, but here’s where looking at potential is helpful! I have a cookie tin from my grandmother (every year around Christmas, she likes to send baked goods to everyone). Every time I look at it, I think of her and the thoughtfulness that went into selecting it and sending it to me this past year. So for a spell to enhance or protect familial love, it’s an ideal container for planting!

The possibilities are, frankly, rather endless. The aforementioned barbeque for health and prosperity, the wheelbarrow for motivation and inviting reward for hard work, a hollowed out computer monitor for clarity of thought and memory, pots and pans for health and happiness (don’t judge… food makes me happy)!

So whether you’re taking a trip to the junkyard or thrift shop, or passing by that old barbeque set out on the curb for the dump truck, keep an open mind and clever eye. After all, magic is more than just the material - it’s the purpose, as well!

May all  your harvests be bountiful!
Blessed Be! )O(

Ted Bundy’s Arrest on February 15, 1978 from a Visual Timeline

Ted has an opportunity to slip across state lines, but ends up prowling a Pensacola industrial area for a vacant parking lot where he can get some sleep, maybe steal another car.

1:34 a.m. Patrolman David Lee of the Pensacola Police Department spotted Ted turning into the rear of Oscar’s Restaurant (Ted’s headlights were on). Lee silently followed Ted while calling in the license plate (tag 13D-15864; complaint #M5308, TPD). Upon learning it was stolen, he put on his blue light. A chase ensued and ended when Ted pulled over on North W Street just north of W Cross Street. Lee got out of his car while directing his service revolver on Ted and demanded Ted get out of his car. Lee had to repeat the demand several times before Ted complied. He ordered Ted to lie down on the pavement in front of his headlights. As Ted got down, Lee directed his attention to the front passenger side of Ted’s VW. With all the junk in Ted’s car, Lee thought there might be someone else in the seat. Lee called out but got no response. He then asked Ted, but still got no response. As he placed the first cuff on Ted’s wrist, but with his attention diverted, Ted kicked Lee’s feet out from under him and struck him somewhere – Lee couldn’t recall. As Lee went down and Ted came up, Lee discharged his gun in the air, more as an automatic response than with intent to hit someone. Whereupon Ted fled south on W Street and east into Cross Street. Lee got up and demanded Ted stop. Ted turned back to look at Lee, and in that moment Lee thought he could see something in Ted’s hand (thinking it might be a gun). Lee later realized it was the cuff he had half gotten on Ted’s wrist. Notwithstanding, Lee fired a second shot. Ted went down. There was approximately half a block between the two men at this stage. Thinking he had shot his man, Lee went over to check. Ted was lying face down. As Lee kneeled down to roll him over, Ted started fighting again. This time striking Lee with his hands, with the handcuff  that was on his “left” wrist. He was trying to get at Lee’s gun, the same time screaming for help. At that moment a citizen came out and said something to the effect, “Why are you hurting that man?” but when he saw it was an officer doing his duty, he disappeared. Shortly thereafter, Lee got the better of Ted and fully handcuffed him. As he hauled Ted back to his vehicle, two other patrolmen arrived.