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Carrie Fisher once sent a cow tongue to a sexually inappropriate Hollywood producer
Nothing but respect for MY general.
By Proma Khosla

Even after her death Carrie Fisher is having none of your bullshit.

Heather Ross, a friend of Fisher’s, spoke to a local radio station in Tucson, AZ. about her experience with sexual assault in Hollywood. On the 94.9 Morning Mix, Ross recalled inappropriate advances from a big name producer and how Fisher made clear she had a zero-tolerance policy for that kind of behavior.

After Ross was assaulted by “an Oscar-winning producer” – not Weinstein, but another – Fisher was furious. After the initial shock and fear wore off, Fisher ran into the producer at Sony and delivered him a package.

“It was a cow tongue from Jerry’s Famous Deli with a note that said, ‘If you ever touch my darling Heather or any other woman again, the next delivery will be something of yours in a much smaller box.’”

The cow tongue was all Fisher’s idea, natch, and she made sure to deliver it in person and watch him open the box.

"That’s just how she was,” Ross said. “I miss her dearly. She stood up for people.”

“That’s who Carrie Fisher was,” she added. “She put things out there and in your face.”

Imagine watching your boyfriend Tom talking about you in an interview (Tom Holland x Fem!Reader)

warning: fluffy!! fluff fluff fluff, language

word count: 869

a/n: here’s a cute little imagine I wrote for u guys, i hope u guys like it xx Also, I’m trying something new with this so I’m so excited for u guys to read it!!


You opened your laptop, hoping to find some type of cure for your boredom. Tom’s only been gone for a week and you already missed him terribly. I mean, it’s kind of natural for you to want your boyfriend with you at all times. Or most of the time. Right?

You sighed, opening up YouTube and immediately letting out a little laugh as one of Tom’s interviews popped up in your recommendations. It was titled ‘Tom Holland talks relationships, romance, and more!’ Your eyebrows quirked up as you read it, curiosity getting the better of you as you clicked on it. As the video loaded, you briefly read the description and saw that it was pretty recent, only uploaded two days ago. A thirty-second ad popped up, causing you to roll your eyes in impatience.

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random phone screencaps of Lin in Do No Harm because I love this character a lot and he deserved so much better

❣ Skincare Magick ❣

(Gif from this video)

  • Every so often, use some moon water to wash your face.
  • Avoid using essential oils directly on your face, they can clog your pores.
  • Apply body wash or soap to your skin in clockwise circles to open your body up to positivity.
  • Enchant your moisturizers, acne creams, and cleansers for an added boost.
  • Draw sigils in your face cream.
  • Try adding herbs and herb-based products into your routine. Witch Hazel is very popular for treating skin related issues.
  • If you use pore-cleaning masks, use them to pull the negative energies from your skin.
  • Use your ring finger to massage products into your skin to ground yourself.
  • Brew Black tea and then refrigerate it until it’s cool. Then apply it as you would astringent.
  • Use coconut oil to easily remove makeup. Cleanse and wash after.
  • Rub a sliced orange on elbows and heels to soften rough and cracked skin. Rinse when finished.
  • Massaging your face is a wonderful way to ground yourself or begin meditation.
Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, getting jealous when he sees a guy leave your house in the morning when your parents are gone on a trip.

“Uh who- who was that exactly kiddo?”

You jumped, turning to face your insanely handsome neighbor standing very close “Oh uh” you laughed nervously “Hey Mr Winchester.” you greeted “Uhm just a friend, we were working on a project for college last night and… yeah.” you trailed off.

“Oh friend?” he raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed if not something else too “Are you sure about that, (Y/n)? Not like I’m gonna tell your parents but bringing boys when they’re gone is kinda- well, you know.” he made a face and you frowned.

“We just had homework to do, I don’t think they would mind it that much.” you shrugged “Why are you asking though?” you couldn’t stop yourself from asking.

“Oh nothing sweetheart.” he flashed you that smile that made you weak on the knees.

“Really, cause if I didn’t know you any better I’d say you sound a little jealous.” you muttered mostly to yourself, eyes casted down but of course he caught it.

“Just curious is all, (Y/n).” he put his hands in his pockets.

“Curious? About what presicely?”

“What would you want with a boy like him when there are men twice his age than certainly know how to give a woman what she needs.” he said with a casual smirk and shrug, not looking at you, as you gaped at him.

“Doubt he even knows how to please you the right way to begin with.” he added, winking at you as your eyes widened and your face warmed up. 

“See ya, princess.” he said as he smoothly walked the road to his own house.

Beauty Magic

I want to talk a little bit about beauty magic.
WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD.

Originally posted by 365daysofwhitegirl

To make a long, sad story short, I always hated looking in the mirror because I hated what I saw. I thought I was an ugly fuck and I’d avoid the mirror as much as I could to not see who was staring back at me. When I came upon witchcraft, overtime, I realized that I was neglecting myself of being who I am, beautiful. 

I really love incorporating magic into what can make me feel beautiful and empowered and the way I do so is by using music beauty magic to aid me while I take showers, put on makeup, get dressed, etc. It has helped me see that I am truly beautiful for who I am with flaws and all, and I would like to share with you that you too are just as beautiful as I. We are beautiful.

Lets take this one step at a time: 

Morning Slumps to Magic Mornings

For me, this is one of the hardest parts of my day. I look like hell; makeup smeared, hair in knots and messy, clothes twisted, goop in eyes, morning breath, I mean, mornings are just not my thing and I have truly felt disgusting while working my way up to getting ready. While thinking to myself how gross I am, it made me less ambitious and made me less willing to look past what I found ugly. So as I brushed my teeth, took a shower, and got ready for my day I already had in mind how ugly I am by focusing on the negative. Thoughts are SO powerful and what we think is what we will see.

Beauty Magic Tip One:
Make a playlist called “Beauty” or a title that makes you feel empowered/beautiful. Have your coffee, eat your breakfast, whatever your routine is. Make your playlist and only put in songs that make you feel beautiful, music that makes you feel sexy, and strong. When you are finished with your morning routine, brush your teeth, and when you are done turn on your playlist. Take a shower while you have that playlist going and think about how beautiful you are and how strong your are.

BONUS:

  • If you sing the songs as you shampoo/condition/wash your body you are washing that beauty all over you and having it soak into your pores and washing off any negativity that lingers. You don’t have to sing, only do if you are comfortable with it. 
  • If you are a witch who can’t be open with your magic this is a great way to do beauty magic since you are alone (well, assuming, haha) in the shower. The most you have to worry about is having someone ask you to turn down the music or tell you to stop singing in case you are too loud.
  • If you are a spoonie witch this is a great way to do powerful magic because all you need is your thoughts and a playlist for your tools (and your voice if you choose to sing).

NOTES:

  • Based off of experience (I take hot ass showers) your electronics can get ruined in warm and humid places overtime if you have them in the bathroom with you, if so, make sure that you keep the bathroom well ventilated. 
  • I hate to admit it but sometimes while I am showering and I get really into a song and I dance a bit (fuck can’t believe I admitted it but moving past, haha) just please be careful. There have been a couple times where I have almost fallen, haha.

Beauty Magic Tip Two: 
While you get ready for your day (doing your hair, getting dressed, putting on your makeup) have your Beauty playlist going on and think about how beautiful you are and sexy you are. This can aid in getting you energized for the day ahead. 

BONUS: 

  • If you would like, while you get ready and listen to your encouraging music keep a rose quartz on/near you. This can add that little extra oompf. 
  • Again, a great way to incorporate magic if you are one who can’t be open with your craft. Who is going to tell you that you can’t listen to music and get ready at the same time? 
  • If you are a spoonie witch this is a great way to do powerful magic because all you need is your thoughts and a playlist for your tools (and your voice if you choose to sing). 

NOTES: 

  • This is just me personally but I can’t sing and put on makeup, that ends in the result of stabbing myself in the eye, haha. Be careful dearie! 
  • Rose quartz is one of many crystals that can be used to add a little extra loving energy / beauty magic. If you feel connected to another crystal that makes you feel beautiful use it! 
  • If you are a spoonie witch don’t overwhelm yourself. Chronic pain can sometimes get the better where you can’t get ready like you want for your day, and that’s okay. All you need are your positive thoughts and have your playlist going, you are beautiful.

Afternoon Blues to Swingin’ Days

Afternoons are where I feel the most sluggish because its the middle of the day and I am still busy doing my shit (cleaning, working, so forth). Afternoons can feel as if they drag on because you are waiting for the work/school day to be over with so you can go home and chill the fuck out. 

Beauty Magic Tip Three:  
While your are working/in school and you have a moment to yourself just think about how gorgeous you are. Keep a positive attitude about yourself because words and thoughts are powerful. 

BONUS:

  • You can bring along with you a self love spell jar/sigil/crystals along with you to work/school and keep it tucked away in your purse/wallet/backpack where ever as long as it is on your personally. 
  • All you need for this are your thoughts and positive vibes. Great for spoonie witches. 

NOTES: 

  • You can honestly do this whenever throughout the day since all you need are your thoughts. I just like doing this while in the middle of my day because it is a gentle reminder that I am beautiful no matter what I am doing.
  • Again, use any kind of crystal that resonates with you and beauty. 

Beauty Magic Tip Four: 
When the day is finally over and you are on your way home put on that playlist and sing your heart out. 

NOTES: 

  • If you are underage and aren’t driving yourself and have to ride the bus or carpool with others but still want to listen to your playlist on your way home, plug in your headphones. You don’t have to sing, singing is just a bonus. Listen to the music, let yourself feel beautiful. 
  • If you are driving yourself home, (this is just me personally) but I crank up the music and sing my ass off bring in the loving vibes after a long day. 

Gloomy Evenings to Enchanting Nights

I love nighttime. For me, it’s the time to really get connected with my being. The stars shine down on our hearts showing us that glitter of beauty that we each carry. We are all apart of the universe, that beauty is always within us as long as we are willing to open our eyes and see the natural beauty that we hold.

Beauty Magic Tip Five: 
Nighttime shower, read Beauty Magic Tip One along with notes and bonus section. This method can be applied to night and morning showers. 

Beauty Magic Tip Six: 
Magical baths allow us to soak in the properties of whatever kind of magic we are doing. Fill your bath up with water, add bubbles if you would like, and before you get in put on your Beauty playlist. Instead of singing, just listen. Let the words soak into your pores as the water will do. 

BONUS

  • You can add candles, herbs, essential oils, incenses, crystals around your bath that are related to beauty/loving energies. 
  • A great way for witches who can’t be open about their craft to do magic because you are taking a bath, you can say you just need to relax after a long day. 
  • Awesome for spoonie witches. You are soaking in the tub of your beauty and all you need is your thoughts and playlist going.  

NOTES:

  • If you are using essential oils/herbs make sure you DO YOUR RESEARCH. Don’t use anything that can be harmful for your body.
  • If you are using crystals make sure you DO YOUR RESEARCH. Don’t use any crystals that will dissolve in water, or can’t be near water, or that can make your water toxic in case accidents happen. 
  • It’s best that you don’t have your phone on your during this bath. Focus on yourself, on your beauty, and all the love you should be giving to yourself.
  • Personally, when I do this I don’t like to sing (and I love singing, haha). One, because it is nighttime and people in the house are asleep. Two, because I like to completely lose myself in the bath and relax. So keep the music low and peaceful so you can soak up all that beautiful energy.
  • Don’t have your electronic on the edge of the tub while your music is going. Personally, I use my phone (its an iPhone, all my music is there) and I don’t know about you but I am a clumsy fucker and I can’t afford losing that shit, haha. So keep your music going somewhere in ear shot (on the vanity or on a shelf in your bathroom, wherever water won’t damage your electronics.)

Beauty Magic Tip Seven:
I have acne issues and they bug the shit out of me but it doesn’t mean I’m not beautiful. So before I go to bed I wash my face (with lavender soap) and put on a special remedy I personally make to get rid of my acne. After your shower or before you go to bed, washing your face is a BIG helper to keep yourself beautiful. Keep a special towel that is specifically used for washing your face. Cleaning your face with some water and soap that is proper for your skin can do you wonders. While you wash your face think how powerful you are and how beautiful you are.

BONUS: 

  • If you have acne and are curious about my remedy watch this video to see how I do it.
  • You can have your Beauty playlist going on as you wash your face, adding that that extra oompf of gorgeous to your magic. 
  • This is a great way to incorporate magic if you are one who can’t be open with your craft. If someone asks what you are doing all you have to say is that you are taking care of yourself, which, well you are!

NOTES: 

  • If you are using the acne remedy of mine make sure that you are able to use it. It contains tea tree essential oil, not everyone can use that for their skin so please DO YOUR RESEARCH. I am not responsible for if something goes wrong because I am warning you now what works for me may not work for you, so test the waters and make sure you use ingredients that are safe for your skin.
  • While washing your face keep your electronics away from you if you are playing your Beauty playlist as you wash your face. This is just from personal experience but I am a messy fucker when it comes to washing my face. I wish I could be as graceful as those ladies on TV splashing water on my face with no effort, but yeah, this is real life and water gets EVERYWHERE. So, if you are like me, keep that in mind if you want your music playing. 
  • You don’t have to have music going, it’s optional. I just love music and incorporate it with anything magical I do. 
  • This can be overwhelming for spoonie witches (especially if you are one who has chronic pain in hands/wrists) because you are in motion washing your face so do what you can, if it is too painful to do then I recommend not doing this.

Beauty Magic Tip Eight: 
As you are laying in bed, right before you fall asleep say out loud, in your head, or whisper “I shine bright like my brothers and sisters of the night sky.” or “I am beautiful.” 

BONUS: 

  • Sleep with a rose quartz crystal to have the beauty of yourself always be with you, even in your dreams. 

NOTES: 

  • You can honestly say anything you’d like before you fall asleep, the two examples I provided are just ones that I say. Anything along the lines to you being beautiful will bring you beauty and charm. 
  • You don’t have to use rose quartz. If you connect to another crystal that provides you the same beautiful/loving energies use it!

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NOTE
I wanted to save these for the very end. 

  • Beauty magic isn’t so that others will see you and think “Holy fuck, they are SO beautiful. I MUST HAVE THEM.” It isn’t like that. This kind of magic is about you seeing yourself as beautiful. 
  • Regarding your playlist, you can have ANY music that makes YOU feel beautiful. If the song makes you feel strong, sexy, beautiful, charming, empowered, whatever go ahead and use it! 

This is just a taste of music from my personal Beauty Playlist to help you get an idea: 
Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton, Sugar Magnolia by Grateful Dead, She Is Beautiful by Andrew W.K., Oh Pretty Woman by Roy Orbison, Lovingest Woman In Town by Albert King, Humans by The Scene Aesthetic, My Little Girl by The Jeff Healey Band, Cigarettes and Coffee by Otis Redding.

Like I said, you can use whatever kind of music you want as long as you feel beautiful. (Don’t be rude, please don’t give me any shit for my taste in music.)
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So there we have it, a list of different ways you can incorporate beauty magic within your lives, and yes I know most of the tips have something to do with music but I am someone who incorporates music into everything I do magically. 

I hope you all enjoyed this post and if you use these tips, let me know how it works for you and tell me what you added to make it your personal style.

Stay beautiful darlin’.

Much Love,
Adrianna 😘  

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JIN.

Jin stroked his hardening member, huffing in impatience as you stripped yourself from your clothes teasingly slow. Jin started pumping himself faster once you finally had removed all of your clothes, leaving you completely naked.

“Touch yourself for me, Kitten.”

Originally posted by jeoniology

SUGA.

Yoongi stared at his computer screen with wide eyes, watching you slide a finger in between your wet folds, which caused you to cry out Yoongi’s name. Yoongi licked his lips, letting his hand stroke his cock.

“Fuck, baby - tell me how much you wished I was there, pounding into that pretty little cunt of yours.”

Originally posted by yoonmin

RAP MONSTER.

Namjoon cursed under his breath as you applied pressure to your clit, rubbing it in circular motions. Your head tilted back, his name falling from your lips. Namjoon wished he was with you, replacing your hand with his, but as he was away on tour, he knew he had to settle with skype sex for now.

“Spread your legs wider for me, baby… That’s it, good girl.”

Originally posted by chimchams

J HOPE.

You came onto your fingers, your chest rising up and down, watching Hoseok as he continued to jerk himself off. Slipping your fingers out from your folds, Hoseok stopped you.

“Who told you that you could stop, baby girl?”

You whined, not wanting to overstimulate yourself, however Hoseok was having none of it. Hoseok loved overstimulating you, finding the soft cries that would come from your mouth incredibly arousing. Once you finally gave in, and thrusted your middle finger inside of you, Hoseok hummed in approval.

Hm.. Good girl.”

Originally posted by hobismole

V.

You pushed your finger between your folds, sucking in a small gasp at the feeling. Sliding your finger back and forth, you finally added another digit, adding to your pleasure. Taehyung watched your flushed face, admiring how sexy you looked as you pleased yourself. 

“Show me those pretty tits, Kitten.”

Originally posted by sugaswagdaddy

JIMIN.

Jimin picked up his pace, stroking his cock and occasionally letting his thumb run over his angry red tip. You moaned Jimin’s name as you pumped your fingers in and out of your entrance, closing your eyes, imagining Jimin was the one pleasuring you, instead of yourself.

“Mhm, moan my name louder, baby.”

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

JUNGKOOK.

You dipped your fingers inbetween your folds, bucking your hips at the feeling. You closed your eyes shut, but once you heard Jungkook grunt, you opened your eyes once again, staring at Jungkook, carefully watching the way his mouth fell slightly open as he stroked his length.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this, baby. Why don’t you tell me all the things your imagining me doing to you right now?”

Originally posted by charrytommoto

Sober Thoughts

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers and Peter Parker

Words: 1920

Warnings: alcohol

Taggs: @vashanatasha

Request: -

Notes: - 

Originally posted by little--batman

MASTERLIST


The liquid burned your throat as it went down for the fifth time. You had decided to go out that night with Wanda since it had been ages since you two had a girls night out. So there you were, in one of the nicest clubs in New York, pouring down your throat the fifth tequila shot of the night. 

“You know, it doesn’t taste that bad…” You mumbled looking at the little glass. “At least it doesn’t after the third one” you added with a laugh.

“That’s because you’re wasted” Wanda laughed leaning against the bar.

“There’s a chance I am… But maybe I am not” you said with a frown. “I’m going to the bathroom” you added getting up from your tool way too quickly, making everything spin. “Wow…” You mumbled holding onto the bar.

“Were you saying?” Wanda laughed. You showed her your middle finger as your stumbled towards the bathroom.

It had been a long time since you drank so much. You had been too busy with the missions and all the Avengers stuff going on at the moment. Plus, you were trying to get a degree at the NYU. Summing up, you didn’t have much time for parties.

Luckily, you had a break from university and for once there was no saving the world so Wanda talked you into changing into something nicer than your onesie, putting on some make up and hitting the city.

So there you were, in line for the bathroom of a club, seeing how the lights were too bright and confusing, hearing laughs and drunken conversations all around you. You took out your phone to check the time. 4 a.m. 

With a sigh you opened the messages to check if there was any but nothing new. Before you closed the app, Bucky’s name came to your eyes, making you open the last conversation you had with him about which movie you were watching that night.

You smiled at the memory of watching Star Wars with him. He had been so amazed by the movie that watching him had been more entertaining than the movie itself. Your remembered his eyes completely focused on the screen, brighting, and his mouth partly opened in surprise. He was too adorable. You ended up falling asleep over him that night and he ended up taking you to bed once the movie was finished. The thought of him carrying you in his strong arms still sent shivers down your body. Damn Winter Soldier.

“Sorry, are you coming in?” You looked up from your phone to see that you were next.

“Oh yes! Sorry!” You exclaimed with a smile before hurrying into the bathroom.

It wasn’t the first time something like that happened to you. Getting lost in your memories of Bucky, day dreaming about him, about how it would be to actually be with him. Not as a friend, but as something more. Having him in your bedroom every night, whispering the sweetest things in your ear until you fell asleep and waking up with his body pressed against your back. Damn. You had it bad.

“Are you okay?” Wanda asked when you came back from the bathroom.

“I need another shot” you stated as you ordered two more.

“Amen sister” Wanda smiled widely. 

By the time you two were walking back to the tower, you had to hold onto each other in order not to fall. Your head was spinning, the lights were everywhere and you didn’t know where you were. 

“I’m fucked, Wanda” you mumbled. 

“No. You’re drunk” she replied. 

“Besides” you laughed. “But I’m serious. I think I like Bucky” you confessed. You felt her eyes on you.

“You what?” She asked.

“Don’t make me say it again” you frowned. 

“You should tell him” she shrugged.

“You’re even more wasted than I am” you laughed. “I can’t do that. We’re friends” you added.

“So? Vision and I were friends too” she said with a small smile.

“That’s different-” you tried to speak but she placed both of her hands on your mouth. “Mmmm!!”

“Don’t think about it” she said. “Give me your phone” she added stretching out her hand. You frowned confused but gave her your phone. Then you watched her as she dialed Bucky’s number.

“No!” You exclaimed jumping over her but your drunken state caused you to fall on the floor.

“Hey Bucks!” Wanda suddenly said. “I’m sorry I woke you up. But there’s someone here who has something to tell you” she added. You covered your face and shook your head over and over again. “How did you know it was (Y/N)?” She asked.

“Because that’s my phone you moroon!” You exclaimed as you started laughing. 

“Oh right” she mumbled. “Anyway, we’re on our way home and she got to talk to you ASAP so yeah, see you now” she added before hanging up and giving the phone back to you.

“That was probably the worst idea ever” you laughed trying to get up from the ground.

“Was it?” She smirked.

“Who knows” you laughed hooking your arms together as you two continued your way back home.

You didn’t even think about that call since you were completely sure Bucky hadn’t paid attention and had gone back to sleep. That’s why when you stepped out of the elevator and saw him leaning against the back of the couch, facing the two of you, you almost tripped over and fell again.

“I’m screwed” you mumbled looking at him. Wanda started giggling by your side, causing you to do the same. 

“Goodnight” she mumbled stumbling towards the stairs. 

“Hey there Summer Soldier!” You exclaimed. He raised an eyebrow as he smiled. “Wrong season” you added with a laugh. “Have you ever realised how shining New York is?” You asked smiling.

“That’s what you wanted to tell me?” He chuckled. 

“But it is! Like your eyes when you were watching Star Wars” you pointed out. He smiled a little.

“It was a good movie” he shrugged. 

“I know. I saw you- I mean, it! I saw it. I saw the movie” you said taking off your heels, ending up on the floor once again.

Immediately Bucky was by your side, helping you up as you giggled. Since it was hard for you to stand, he picked you up bridal style. 

“This is nice” you said as he carried you upstairs. “This is how you took me to bed the other day right? I could get used to it” you smiled resting your head between his shoulder and his neck. “Mmm…you’re so soft” you whispered against his skin. 

“Am I?” He whispered with raspy voice this time. You nodded and planted a kiss on his neck making him shiver. “You’re wasted” he commented.

“I’m okay” you mumbled closing your eyes. Bad idea. The spinning got even worse. “You’re cute” you added without thinking.

“What?” He laughed walking into your room.

“You heard me” you replied as he set you on your bed.

“You think I’m cute?” He asked smiling down at you.

“Cute, hot, handsome, funny, nice, lovely…” You started saying. He smiled kneeling down in front of you.

“You’re drunk” he said.

“Wow thank you” you rolled your eyes. He laughed and made you lie down on your bed.

“You’re beautiful too” he admitted sitting down next to you.

You looked at him and smiled before sitting up slowly so you wouldn’t throw up. You two looked at each other before you leaned in. He smiled but pressed his forehead against yours instead kissing you.

“You’re drunk. You will hate me in the morning if I kiss you” he whispered. 

“Drunk acts, sober thoughts” you shrugged. He laughed.

“I’m sure that’s not the quote” he smirked.

“So what?” You said.

Without giving him a chance to react, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close to you until your lips met. When he slipped his tongue in your mouth your head started spinning. You didn’t even know if it was because of the alcohol or him, but it was completely worth it. 

You laid down, taking him down with you so he was hovering over you, with a hand on your waist and the other one by your face. 

“Wait…” He pulled away when you tried to take his t-shirt off. “You’re drunk, (Y/N)” he said again.

“So what?” You frowned.

“We can’t. Not like this” he sighed rubbing your face slowly. 

“But I like you” you whispered with a pout. He chuckled and pecked your lips.

“We’ll see if you feel the same way in the morning” he said. 

“I will” you replied. 

He smiled and kissed your forehead before getting off you. He covered you up and left your room after a while. That was probably the hardest thing he had ever done. Walking away from you when you had just confessed what he had been waiting to hear for so long. But it wasn’t the right thing to do. Not when you were completely wasted. All he could hope for was that you felt the same way in the morning. If you didn’t, you would probably hate him.

Bucky didn’t get much asleep the rest of the night. When the sun came through the window he forced himself to wake up and go to the gym. He needed to clear his hear and wrap it around the possibility of you changing your mind. He knew it would take you time to get out of bed so he would need patience. 

After spending an hour and a half in the gym and after taking a long shower he went to the kitchen to have some breakfast. Steve and Peter were already up and having breakfast in the living room where Bucky joined them in silence. 

“What happened last night?” Peter asked sleepy. “I woke up and heard some noises” he explained. 

“I heard nothing” Steve shrugged.

“Wanda and (Y/N) came completely wasted” Bucky replied with a shrug.

“Today will be fun then” Peter laughed.

“So fucking funny Parker” Bucky turned around when he heard your voice.

There you were, in your pyjamas, with your make up ruined and your hair in a messy bun over your head. He gulped and got up as you two locked eyes. 

Despite your headache and how your body was dying from hangover, you could remember the events from last night. You could remember his lips, the heat of his body over yours, his smile, his touch, his words and yours. Judging by the look on his eyes, he remembered them too. 

Slowly, he walked over to you, like you were a deer that could run away if he moved too fast. You bite your lip, looking up at him, doubt in his eyes.

“So?” He mumbled. You shrugged and took a tiny step towards him.

“Drunk actions, sober thoughts” you said. 

He smiled widely and placed a hand on your hip to pull you closer. 

“I like you too then” he smiled before closing the distance between you two, kissing you again, with more passion than last night, pulling you as close as he could until you two needed air to keep on breathing. He placed his forehead on yours and smiled. “Like a lot” he added making you chuckle.

“That’s not the quote, isn’t it?” You heard Peter asking, making you laugh before kissing Bucky again. Getting drunk, having the worst hangover of your life had turned out to be one of the best thing you could have ever wished for.

Come Back to Me (Part Seven)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Neutral
Warnings: Mention of Claustrophobia, Lockdown and Assault Mentioned
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Originally posted by mrs-tomholland

The field trip was boring, to say the least. It was an art museum, and although you loved looking at art, you had been to this museum more times than you could count. Peter had, too.

But still, you feigned interest in the same pieces you had seen before. They used to amaze you, but now they simply bored you. The class had been organized into groups of ten when you got off the bus, and somehow, you had ended up in the same group as Peter and Ned. You weren’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. At least you had Michelle with you, but she was never much of a talker.

As your group made their way through the museum, occasionally bumping into other groups along the way, you began to zone out. You thought of a world where you and Peter could end up together, where he felt the same way about you that you felt about him.

You thought about holding his hand while walking down the halls at school, about going to the next homecoming dance together. You thought about him kissing you goodbye at the end of the night before he webbed across buildings to get back to his apartment.

You wished it were real, so badly. And maybe it could be, one day, but you knew it was unrealistic. You were sure that Peter was still hung up on Liz, even after all these months. But maybe after he got over her, there was that chance, that he would see what he was missing. Maybe he would see that he was missing you.

A siren went off, breaking you out of your thoughts. You frantically looked around with wide eyes, and you noticed the rest of your group was doing the same. The speakers of the museum crackled overhead, signaling someone was about to speak.

“The museum is on lockdown. I repeat, the museum is on lockdown. There is an active assault outside of the museum. Please stay calm and stay where you are.”

A few gasps sounded from your classmates, but you simply stood there with wide eyes, finding it hard to breathe. You had been in too many dangerous situations in the past month for your liking. You began to think of being trapped under the shelves, not being able to move and screaming for help.

Your shoulders hunched, almost as if you were caving in on yourself. You looked down at the ground, trying to control your breathing before it got out of hand. You wanted to go home. You should’ve stayed home.

“Alright, kids,” you heard the slightly panicked voice of your chaperone say, “let’s all move into the corner.”

“But the person said to stay where you are!” A random kid shouted out. 

“They meant stay in the room. Just move into the corner,” the chaperone said, motioning to you guys to move. 

The ten of you cluttered into the corner, five leaning against each wall with the chaperone standing in front of you, his back to you guys. You ended up squished between Peter and Michelle, and although you desperately wanted to lean into your best friend for comfort, you found yourself leaning towards Michelle instead. 

“Stay quiet,” your chaperone added, his back still facing the ten of you.

You glanced around at your classmates quickly, noticing they were just as afraid as you were. They were shaking, and some were darting their eyes around the room frantically while others clenched their eyes shut. Even Michelle looked unsettled. 

You took a quick look at Peter from the corner of your eye to see him not looking scared nor fine, but antsy. You knew it was because he wanted to pull his suit on and run out of the museum to apprehend the attacker, but he couldn’t, not while trapped in this room. He couldn’t leave. You were thankful for it, not wanting one more thing to freak out about in this moment.

You faced your head back down, closing your eyes and leaning your forehead against your knees. You breathed deeply, evening your breaths to stay calm. You wouldn’t think of all the possible things that could go wrong. You wouldn’t.

(You were thinking about all the possible things that could go wrong.) 

“Hey,” you heard a whisper from next to you. You looked up, opening your eyes again and looking at Peter. His eyebrows were furrowed—a frequent look on him—and he was staring at you intently.

“What?” You whispered, staring at him back. 

“Are you okay?” He asked.

So he had noticed something was wrong.

“Yeah,” you gave him a tight smile and looked down at your lap. You knew that if he could analyze your face, he would see that something is wrong.

Apparently he could tell anyways, because he leaned closer to your ear, saying, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Pete, I’m fine,” you stayed looking at your lap, knowing that if you turned your head, his face would be right in front of you. That was a dangerous position to be in.

“I don’t believe you,” he said, still speaking into your ear. “I know you, (Y/N). Something is wrong.”

You sighed deeply. You hated him in that moment, as he told you how well he knew you and how he could so easily tell something was wrong. But no, you didn’t, because you loved him, you loved him, you loved him.

You wouldn’t lie to yourself. You loved how well he knew you.

“Just nervous. Something bad could happen,” you said. You turned your head to look at him, and sucked in a quick breath of air when you noticed the very small amount of space between your faces.

“You don’t have to be nervous,” Peter said, not moving back. His eyes stared into yours. You almost didn’t hear his words, the thoughts in your mind screaming too loudly. You love him, you love him, you love him.

His nose nearly touched yours, and you could see every detail on his face being this close to him. You wanted to lean closer, lean that smallest bit forward, but you wouldn’t. You couldn’t.

“I’ll protect you,” he finished, and your heart leapt in your chest at the words. 

It was moments like this when you would think about if that world that existed somewhere, where you and Peter ended up together, could be this world.

“Yeah,” was the only thing you could manage as you found yourself admiring his eyes, his nose, his face. 

He was beautiful, and in that moment, you were so sure that you were in love with him. 

You weren’t doubting that you did before, but now, in such a close proximity to him as he whispered words to you that meant so much more than he could ever know, you loved him. 

You thought you would always love him.

Peter finally looked away, leaning back and directing his eyes to look down at his lap. You looked away, too, down at your lap as well, biting your lip to keep a smile from breaking out on your face.

But then you looked up, remembering where you were, in lockdown at a museum, hoping for an assaulter to not make it through the front doors. You stiffened immediately, your sudden movement brushing your shoulder against Peter’s.

You felt a hand clasp around yours, and you looked down to your side to see Peter gently linking his hand with your hand, placing his fingers in between yours. He didn’t look at you, nor you at him, but as he squeezed your hand lightly, you tightened your grip on his hand.

He’ll protect you. He’ll protect you. He’ll protect you.

And with an ounce of hope in your heart, you let yourself think, Maybe that was his way of saying ‘I love you.’

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I really like this part so I hope you guys think the same! Let me know what you think about it!! Tell me if you want another part as well!  Requests are open :) Also, I see some people asking if they can be tagged in every update I do, and instead of tagging people I just wanted to let you guys know that I individually message people the link to the new part because I would rather do that than tag. So feel free to message me and tell me you’d want me to do that!

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He loves you even when you don’t love yourself. He loves your chubby cheeks that you hate and spend so much unnecessary time trying to contour and slim. He didn’t care that you woke up with a blemish on your forehead, or that it added to the many more blemishes you disliked on your face. The size on your jeans didn’t matter, he loved the way they hugged your curves. The muffin top that poured over the waistband of your jeans was okay because it came from you two laughing and eating your favorite food at 3 in the morning. He’d rather you spend as much time with him then spend hours at the gym trying to flatten your stomach. He loved the way your eyes lit up when you walked through Sephora and saw all of the pretty makeup you loved to play with, but didn’t necessarily need. That tight black dress that you hate because it shows your thick thighs and back fat? He adores it because it shows off your top notch booty, he might even get in a grab here and there when you’re out with friends. It’s okay that you have a few fat rolls when you lay on your side, I know he’ll spoon you anyway and don’t you dare worry about those stretch marks, if you look a little closer he might have a fair few too. Don’t be afraid to have him pick you up or sit in his lap, I promise you’re not too heavy. If you don’t feel like wearing a bra, don’t wear one, your breasts don’t have to be constantly pushed up to look fuller and rounder. They’re perfect just the way they are and so are you.
—  For the girl who told me to remember the girls who aren’t ‘small’ <3
❝ No one can touch you. ❞

Plot: When you was kidnapped but your boyfriend Yoongi is one of the most influent boss in Seoul.

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 1,9k

Warning: Slightly mention of blood; 

For @esu333; i hope you like it! M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! 

The italics part is a flashback! 

The soft light was the only thing you could see. Choking, you had something down in your mouth, you tried to move but your attempts were completely useless. Between the folds of the hood you wore, you perceived blurred voices. Something, in your mind, continued to echo because they were particularly familiar.  

Taking stock of the situation, you realized you were sitting. At least you weren’t dead, you thought in relief.  

“Don’t try… There is no use Y/N ” Someone muttered into your ear; “I’m sorry… I asked them not to hurt you. ” He added with a low tone.  

“KyunSoo?” You murmured, your voice emotionless.  

“Really Y/N.. I would have preferred not to resort to this. ”  

Your mind started racing, hectic and fast. If KyunSoo was in front of you, the reason could be just one. He had a score to settle with Yoongi.  

Sighing, you start fidgeting in your chair but a hand gave a hard shoot on your head, provoking you a groan of pain.  

“Stop Y/N.. don’t make things difficult. ” He warned you, but you did not have the slightest intention to listen to him.  

No one could give orders to you.  

The sounds around you were flushed and these makes you realize that you are locked into some soundproofed room. No one wanted to make you hear what was happening outside or to allow others to hear you.  

Cursing softly you started rubbing your hands together, in a desperate attempt to pull them from the interweaving of ropes that held them tight.  

“When they tie your hands with a triple knot, you can’t do anything but just broken two fingers of your hand and your wrist to set you free.”  

Yoongi’s voice, in the days when he was explaining and repeating concepts familiar to him, it was not to any help at that time. Holding back the tears you tried once again to remove one of the two hands, but a violent blow against your chest stopped you instantly.  

“This bitch,” someone unknown said vehemently; “Why don’t you just kill her??” The person added lost patience.  

You did not recognize him, but you know he has no power over KyunSoo. He is the boss, he has always been. In your mind began to appear the memories of your days in College, you would never have thought he would become one of the most influential gangsters in the city.  

He was sweet, friendly and charismatic. Now he was just known for the highest amount of deaths associated with his name.  

“Did you have managed to reach him?” Kyunsoo asked, bored voice, and your heart will lose some beat.  

You did not want Yoongi to be involved, you would rather die than put him in danger.  

“Kyunsoo… What do you want from Yoongi? ” You asked, holding the hot tears that itched your eyes; “I can give you what you want. I have my money, I swear. ”  

A broke sigh between you lips caused you a chill down your spine; because you know that nothing would have distracted him from his goal.  

“What is mine, Y/n. I swear you won’t be hurt if he cooperates.”  

“And if he won’t cooperate…?” You asked with another tremble into your voice, reprising the attempt to free your hands from the grip.  

“You are going to die.”  

Not that you were surprised by his words, you were well aware of how that world worked. And yet you did not care to die if the man you loved was safe.


His hands started to rush on your neck, laying on your hips while forcefully you were attracted, making crush your bodies. It was the first time that you let him bring so much to you. Always too far away but connected in ways you couldn’t explain.  

“Do you know that if you stay with me, you could often risk your life?”  

“I don’t care, Yoongi” You muttered onto his lips, without taking your eyes off his.  

His eyes didn’t leave a moment, glided lenses on each stroke of your face, provoking you the most intense sensations ever.  

“I promise you one thing, Y/N”. He added with a serious tone, cupping your face in his hands by tapering and delicate fingers.  

A strange trait for the most feared of all boss in Seoul, but you had always loved his hands.  

“What?” You raised an eyebrow in a curious expression. 

“I would never let someone lay a finger on you. And if it, for a mere twist of fate, happen… They’ll no longer have their hands or their lives to do it again. ”  


That particular moment in your relationship made space in your mind and a quite feeling invaded you. He would protect you, you could even hear that the situation would end soon.  

So you renounced completely to free yourself from the ropes, your body is relaxed and even your heart slowed his beats. You felt completely different and it was the thought of Yoongi to help you; knowing he would save you.  

“Y/N, are you okay?” The voice of Kyunsoo brought you back to reality and you shake your head, just too tired of that hood on your face.  

The man in front of you understood the situation and decided that maybe wouldn’t have been a danger discovering your face. You were well aware of why you were there, seeing them in the face wouldn’t have changed anything.  

The newfound “freedom” allowed you to understand, finally, where you were. There were not a lot of clues, the bare walls and just a desk where Kyunsoo was sitting, checking documents that you couldn’t see from where you are.  

“Kyunsoo?”  

“Huh?”  

“He will hurt you. ” You were warning him, even if he did not deserve this at all.  

His laughter filled the air immediately, while your eyes rested on him and you observed with disgust.  

“I’m not afraid Y/N; not of him. ” He reassured, a frown amused onto his face.  

“You should.” You added, still teasing him in pride.  

One thing that you had understood of those men was just that; they were incredibly sensitive and proud. Hurting them at that point and they could become incredibly weak or ruthless killers.  

“For now, your dearly beloved did not give signs of life.”  

“He will.”  

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The posture in which you were started to hurt a few hours earlier, but you did not stoop to complaining. Your mouth was closed for that entire time, while your legs became weaker and weaker and the pain in your wrists grew.  

Suddenly a dull thud made you to lift your face, turning towards the thick door that divided you from the rest of the world.  

No shot, no amount of screaming. There were total silence and disappointment surrounded you because if it had been Yoongi the screaming would not be missed.  

“Didn’t they tell you how to treat a woman? A woman that didn’t belong to you.” An icy voice, steeped in anger, rang out in the speakers making you lose a couple of heartbeats.  

He was there, he had not broken his promise.  

Kyunsoo began to look around, visibly frightened, by pulling the gun out of the holster inside his jacket. You smiled and began to experience a feeling different. For the first time, despite you always kept hidden your fear in front of Yoongi, you are not scared by the “work” of your man. For the first time, you are relieved, because otherwise, he would never be able to save you.  

The door, only wall between you and freedom, collapsed after a few moments, perhaps thanks to a minimum dose of an explosive charge. The smoke filled the room, provoking you a slight coughing while your eyesight was completely blurred.  

“Kyunsoo, I thought you were smarter than that.”  

“Yoongi… One more step and I’ll kill her. ”  

The barrel of the gun is pointed at your temple and you froze immediately, while the smoke was starting to branch.  

“Yoongi …” Your whisper reached the man, standing at the door with the gun lowered against his side.  

His gaze was completely emotionless on the outside. You were the only one who could see the anger that burst in his eyes and a shiver down your spine shook and assured you at the same time.  

“Touch her again and I swear, Kyunsoo–” He began to mean with icy tone; “in less than three minutes you’ll be dead.”  

“I die, she dies. You know I’m a trigger happy, don’t force me to hurt her. ”  

“You have exactly ten seconds to let her go.”  

He was calm, so calm that managed to soothe you. His voice had the power to be a soothing for you and this time was no different.  

“One.” His cold tone had become lethal.  

“Give me what is mine Yoongi.”  

“Two.”  

“Yoongi.. Could you just go straight to three instead of waiting up to ten? ” You asked, completely drained of all energy.  

You did not want to die, but if it had to happen you would have preferred a quick thing.  

“Whatever.” He Murmured, this time a hint of amusement in his voice.  

You closed your eyes to hear a gunshot, not knowing if it was the Yoongi’s one or the Kyunsoo’s one directly to your head. You were prepared to impact so you have curled up about, but you could not feel any kind of pain.  

Slowly you unfold the left eye, just to see blood splatter on your hands. But it was not yours and this was a huge relief, so much so that you felt the adrenaline begin to slip away from your body.  

“Baby, I’m here… I’m here. ”  

You raise your eyes and when you saw at that time of the aggressive tremble that was shaking you, accepting with gratitude the loving touch of his hands on your face.  

“I’m here babe, sorry it took me so long.” He whispered, while one of his men entered the room and immediately freed your hands. “What did he do? See your face… God, I’m going to kill him. ”  

“Y-Y-you have already done so, Y-Yoongi.. ”  

“I’m going to kill him again just for daring to touch you” he hummed on your lips, finally relieved to see that despite all you were alive.  

He put his hands under your armpits after they finally had freed your hands and feet, lifting you effortlessly and clutching firmly against his body.  

Crying is liberating, hot tears flowed fast on your cheeks still stained with blood, while he rocked you gently.  

“It’s okay baby, everything is over.”  

“You’re here… you’re really here. ” You managed to say through tears and sobs, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and the collarbone.  

“I promised two years ago. No one can touch you without lost their life. ”

BTS REACTION - You being thick/chubby

Thank you so much for the request, I think that all of BTS would love the girl for who they are, despite their weight, so I’m gonna do you a small scenario with each member! I hope that’s okay, I just don’t want it to be repetitive.


Kim Namjoon

Whilst Namjoon was showering, you opened your silk robe to reveal the lingerie you had gotten not long ago. A sigh left your parted lips as you looked at your body.  You had always hated your body, always been on the ‘thick’ side rather than super skinny like all those beautiful girl idols. As soon as you heard Namjoon open the bathroom door you quickly closed your robe and climbed into bed under the covers.

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You’re No Brother Of Mine.

Yeah. Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. Sorry. Anon requested- Hey! I was wondering if you could write an imagine with this scenario, when Dean went to hell Sam went nuts ofc so he dropped their little sister (15/16 yo) in Bobby’s place and when Dean gets back he is pissed w Sam for what he did to you. You are also pissed and very upset w him, so one day he asks you what’s the matter and you explode and tell him how painful it was to be left by him and everything. I know it’s very specific but I would rlly aprecciate if you do it, can you also put fluffy?

Warnings- swearing, mentions of depression, also Sam’s kinda a dick for the first couple of paragraphs but he was high on the demon blood so that explains it.

A/N- I’ve kind of been stuck in a slump for the past week, so writing has been difficult for me but i’m feeling a bit better so i’m ready to write again!

FLASHBACKS IN ITALICS


Four months, it had been four months since Dean died, four months since Sam left you. You still didn’t understand why he left, at first you didn’t mind, you knew he needed his space after all he did witness his brother getting torn to shreds by a Hell hound. 

After a week of you staying at Bobby’s you became curious, you had rung and texted Sam numerous times but he never answered, your phone would always go to voice mail or it would just ring non-stop. After a month of silence you decided to try and track him, you tried to keep it a secret from Bobby, he thought you and Sam talked everyday, that’s what you told him. 

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Past Lives

Originally posted by pleasegiveusreyloinepisodeviii

Request: @waiefu : “ok so reader is going to college away from home and they need a room mate so theyre looking at possible people they see kylo but misread as kylie reader sees they have a lot in common and assuming its a girl picks them anyway they show up at the dorm and see a dude”

Summary: Soulmate AU: Kylo Ren, being the man that he is, loses a lot of things in his life. One of those things being his only shot at ever having love. As centuries pass however, in another galaxy on a planet known as Earth, an unexpected turn of events brings him another possible chance. Though he never could have predicted it would have come around in the way it does.

A/N: Ok so I combined a request with an AU I had brewing in my mind for a long time (even before I started this blog hah), and hopefully you all enjoy it! And in case anyone was wondering, yes “Past Lives” by Borns is the song rec for this cause well, ya know. Feedback is welcome, and of course all credit for the triplet AU goes to @crylorenlo

Warnings: Language


Laying motionless in the snow, with flakes daintily dropping onto his pale flesh, Kylo stared up at the night sky. Blood matted his raven locks and smeared across his full lips, starkly contrasting his appearance. His body was spent, his mind reeling as the world around him seemed to fall into an unnatural silence. No matter how much his ears strained, there was nothing to be heard, nothing to be seen.

Left to his thoughts alone, Kylo slowly felt them consume him. Though there was nothing to be heard physically, Kylo’s psyche seemed to take on its own consuming presence, forcing him to acknowledge it.

So, this is what you received.

Kylo sighed faintly, the breath feeling heavy in his lungs.

A slow, painful and a depressingly lonely demise. Was it worth it?

Despite his inability to move or react, his eyes began to pool with tears. It was your voice. A voice that had disappeared into the furthest corner of his mind for years. Years he had lost to his poor decisions, including the one of the last night he ever laid eyes on you. 

Was taking the countless lives worth it? Destroying what the force created…was it worth it?

His eyes winced shut as his soiled body began to tremble. Slowly the tears started to slip down his cheeks, accompanying the flakes of snow.

“I’m sorry.”

He practically whispered, sounding much like a passing breeze. Lip quivering he choked out the words as he spoke again with his broken tone.

“I’m sorry…I-…it wasn’t worth it.”

His trembling grew fiercer as his body grew even weaker, seeming to ignore the creeping frigid temperature.

“I’m sorry…so sorry.”

Aside from his dying whimpers, the atmosphere was eeriely silent. As if he had suddenly gone deaf to the world around him, there was nothing. You weren’t there, his family was long gone and there was not a soul he had to lean on. In his demise, he met his fate. To be entirely alone in the end, no one to have beside him aside from the snowy terrain beneath him. Slowly as his body grew weaker, almost incapable of continuing to sob the way he had been, he felt his eyelids grow heavy. Drooping lower and lower over his blood shot, glimmering eyes, the world around him slowly started to fade.


Centuries later in a far away galaxy…

Staring at the screen before him, Kylo looked over the Craigslist ad he was about to post, assuring everything was correct. Typos would not be accepted and he had to assure not a single detail was missing. Though anyone else would have thought he was doing it as a service to his soon to be roommate, he truly was doing it for himself, unwilling to live with certain types of individuals. He knew what personalities melded well with his, and he would do everything to assure he got just that.

Narrowing his eyes to the screen he read over the bullet points he had written once again. Walking up behind him, Ben appeared. Rolling his eyes Ben shook his head faintly as he watched Kylo hunched over the computer desk.

“Why are you so dramatic?”

“Why are you so obnoxious?”

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