and for a weird hot minute i was the only person in the family with a job

Friends Part 1

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: 1947

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing 

credits to the gif owner

You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels.  But as soon as you arrived at the party, you felt your heart being shattered.

You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comes in your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.

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Red Wine Kiss

Note: I’m so so sorry this is late, sweetie! I hope you like it! thanks for the request. feedback is always welcome! .c

Request: I love your writing so much so I hope you can do this but if you can’t it’s ok, maybe you could do something like reader and bucky don’t like each other, and bucky would always tease her and play pranks on her and the reader just works in the lab with Tony, so bucky would always call her a lab rat, so Tony decided that all of the avengers would go to the Bahamas for a group vacation and the Reader was in a hot tub there and bucky sneaks in and starts being really romantic to the reader and then brings some wine and they end up making out ( no sex). sorry if this is really weird. Thank you so much if you can do this. @123olivia

-veeeery slight smut. just making out-

Originally posted by cherry-midnightmoonlight


When you live in a tower full of superheroes and super humans, you’d think it’d be an easy process of waking up, going to work, eating dinner, and going to sleep all to repeat it the next day. Only in a far off fantasy would that happen to you. Sure, it’s amazing living with the Avengers. It’s living with Bucky Barnes that makes it your worst nightmare. Your worst, stressful, infuriating, nightmare.

All he wanted to do was poke fun at you while you worked in Tony’s lab. If he wasn’t in your ear, he was in your belongings. Or destroying them somehow.

A frustrated sigh fell from your lips as you slammed your fist down on the work table. “Could you stop humming!? Five minutes - that’s all I need!” You shouted, turning to face the most immature and annoying person you’ve come to know.

Bucky simply smirked and shrugged his broad shoulders. “I don’t know, can I?” He quipped, reveling in the way your eyebrows creased and your chest heaved with anger. Bucky loved getting a rise out of you and you always failed to ignore his annoying antics.

“You either do it willingly or I’ll shove my first so far down your throat, your asshole will be sore.” You said through gritted teeth as the last ounce of patience you had dwindled down to a speck of nothingness. 

Bucky belted out a laugh and held his stomach, wiping away a fake tear. “Oh, lab rat. If you only knew how much I could wreck your asshole.” Bucky said through his loud chuckles, walking out of the room without a second glance.

Your mouth fell open with a gasp and your cheeks burned red, the heat pooling around your neck. You stomped your foot and took a much needed break from working. You hoped Tony would be back from his lunch break or else you’d never get this done.

As if he read your mind, Tony came in with a bag containing a white styrofoam box. You sighed and plopped down in your lab chair, resting your elbows on your knees. “Tony, I need a vacation.” You whined, rubbing your temples. Tony chuckled and handed you the bag. You took it with a small smile and opened it.

You smiled even wider as you looked inside. “Wow, my favorite food? Why ever would you?” You asked as you started to dig in. Tony chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully. “I know Barnes gets under that skin of yours. Thought you needed a pick-me-up after he replaced your body wash with honey.” Tony explained, crossing his arms over his chest.

Groaning at the memory, you furiously stabbed at your food before taking a bite. “About that vacation. Maybe we all should go somewhere.” Tony thought aloud, finding it funny how you’re so worked up over someone he doesn’t care to take a second glance at. “Where are you thinking?” You asked curiously, slowly becoming excited at the thought of being away from Bucky, even if he’s still in the same place as you.

Really, could he bother you during a nice vacation away from the tower? He’d surely be too busy enjoying himself. Why on earth would he choose to bother you when he could be skiing or swimming in the ocean?  Or drowning… You’d pick your battle soon enough, you figured.

Tony quickly pulled you out of your chair - so quickly you almost dropped your food. “Tony! What on earth-” Tony immediately shushed you as he ran you two towards the elevator, quickly asking FRIDAY to send you to the common room. “Round up the team! We have a vacation to plan!” He yelled excitedly, rubbing his hands together.

You smiled at the brightness in Tony’s eyes. You knew he needed to get out of his lab, anyways. He was still stressing about work and Pepper; you never saw him sleep or take time away from his inventions. You were thankful you were hired on the spot to help Tony out. But sometimes, even you needed a break from everything.

It’s been a year or so since you got here. The lonely and desperate person you were before quickly changed once you called Nick Fury and asked if he knew anyone that could use your smarts. 

Nick was an old family friend and you needed a job to pay for college. So, when he told you about Tony and what he did, you were more than eager to come in for an interview. After that, college was paid for and you had a job, including a bedroom.

Tony wouldn’t let you deny his forward request to pay for your college, even the rest of that months rent in your old Brooklyn apartment. Now, the only thing sucking the happiness out of you was Bucky. Ever since you got here, he was a little childish. Playing pranks, making annoying sounds to irritate you, the whole nine yards.

If he wasn’t so-

Tony cleared his throat as he stared at you from outside of the open elevator doors. Your head snapped up as you came back to reality and you sheepishly stepped out. You and Tony walked into the common room and surprisingly everyone was there. “Great! Guys, Y/N and I think we should go on vacation!” Tony said with a smile.

Sam cheered along with Clint and Steve. “Yeess! We’ve been hoping this day would come!” Sam yelled out happily, nearly splitting his cheeks from how big his smile was. You giggled at the men, shaking your head. Nat and Wanda were squealing and you rolled your eyes playfully when they looked at you.

Bucky was sitting in his chair, watching everyone cheer with a small albeit genuine smile. You sighed softly, hoping he wouldn’t ruin this for you. “So, any ideas?” Tony asked as he pulled out his holographic phone. He pulled up a map and looked around. “Maybe Milan? Tokyo? Paris?” He asked as he gestured towards each place. Everyone hummed and discussed among themselves. 

“What about the beach?” Wanda suggested, sparking the teams interest. “Well, I haven’t been to the beach in a long, long time. That sounds amazing.” Nat smiled, cupping her hands together. The beach actually sounded really nice. It was spring time now and the cold weather could kiss your ass if it were up to you. It’s only cute during Halloween and Christmas time, anyways.

Tony looked around after putting his phone away. With raised eyebrows, he needed confirmation. “So, the beach, then? Maybe the Bahamas?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. “The Bahamas!?” You squealed, gasping as you gaped at Tony. You’ve always wanted to go to to the Bahamas, and if you didn’t faint right now, you definitely would when you step foot in the warm sand.


After everyone had agreed and packed up, you all loaded up the jet and made your way to the Bahamas. “I’m so excited to get there! Tony, where are we gonna stay?” Sam asked, flipping through a magazine full of things to do at the Bahamas. “Flip to page 45.” Tony called out from the front of the jet. Sam did as told and you leaned over towards him, peeking at the page.

There was a huge beach house with a wooden sign that said ‘Stark’ engraved on it. “Daaaamn.” Sam muttered, raising his eyebrows. Before you could reply, you felt a boot nudge your shoe underneath the table. Not now, Barnes. Not now. You swallowed your sigh and paid Bucky no attention. That’s all he wanted from you and you’d be damned if you shot back.

Five minutes in, you shot back. “I will NOT let you ruin this vacation for me!” You yelled across the jet, shooting daggers at Bucky. He scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, his hair framing his face as he shook his head. “I was just humming.” Bucky tried to defend himself, but he knows what he’s up to. “Sure, because the need to play footsies with me is apart of your poor singing act.” You rolled your eyes so hard, they almost fell out.

Bucky grumbled and sat up in his seat, his jaw clenching. “You’re such a bitch sometimes, Y/N.” Bucky said, hitting your last nerve. You gasped and stood up, your hands on the table. “I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW-” The jet was full of groans and exasperated sighs. “For the love of God, guys! Shut up!” Clint whined loudly, rubbing his temples.

You shot a look at Bucky and he smirked at you. “Sit down, lab rat.” Bucky winked at you. You rolled your eyes again and scoffed as you sat back down in your seat. “Aw, I meant on my lap.” Bucky playfully frowned. “You’re a headache.” You muttered, shaking your head. “S'long as I’m your only headache.” Bucky said with a sly smile.

You abruply stood out of your seat again, deciding to move up front to sit with Tony. This is the last time you’re going to let Bucky get under your skin.

The rest of the ride was quiet, all but the soft humming coming from Bucky. It wasn’t as loud, so it didn’t bother you as much as it would if you were right in front of him. You could see the bright blue water come into view out of the jet window, your chest filling with excitement. “Oh my gosh! We’re here!” You squealed as you squirmed in your seat.

The team all stood and gathered their bags as Tony landed near his beach house. It was a private area, so nobody would be able to bother you. All with the exception of Bucky Barnes. You exited the jet quickly, making your way into the house after Tony unlocked it.

You’d take the tour later, but what you wanted right now was that soothing hot tub you saw a photo of in the magazine. Your body was tense and you needed to relax immediately. Taking absolutely no notice to what anyone was saying or doing, you changed into a two piece in an empty bedroom and grabbed a towel and sunglasses.

You passed by the others and Steve stopped you before you bolted out of the back door. “Y/N! Hey, uh, sorry about Bucky.” He said bashfully, trying not to look down at your body. You smiled at him and shook your head. “It’s fine. Well, it’s not - but it’s not your place to apologize.” You explained softly, watching Steve nod.

“He’s just…I dunno. Have fun.” Steve said before walking away. You creased your eyebrows but shrugged, continuing your walk towards the back. You slid the glass door open and set your towel down on the wooden deck surrounding the hot tub. A remote was sitting in a small slot and you pulled it out, looking at the different buttons. 

You pressed a few, jumping slightly when the hot tub began to fill up with water. Once it finished, you turned the jet pressure up, walking up the two stairs to get in. You could see steam rising up and you knew it was crazy to get in a hot tub under the sun, but you really needed the muscle relaxer right now.

A long, heavy sigh fell from your lips as you settled in the hot tub. “Shiiit, this feels amazing.” You sighed out, closing your eyes, the hot water bubbling all around you. You let your arms rest against the deck part, tilting your head back slightly. You allowed yourself drift away, listening to the wind blow, the sound of waves crashing, your teammates screaming and laughing in the water.

Had you not been paying attention to the sounds, you wouldn’t have heard the door open and close shortly after. “I like the sight of this.” Bucky said, you could hear the smirk in his tone. 

You groaned and opened your eyes, looking at him through your sunglasses. “Barnes, can’t you leave me alone until we get back to the tower?” You asked with venom laced in your voice. 

Bucky ignored you and climbed in the hot tub, sitting near you. You noticed he was shirtless and he was holding two wine glasses and a bottle of expensive red wine. “I’m guessing you didn’t ask if it was okay to get that?” You questioned as Bucky popped the cork out. He smiled and filled the two glasses, handing you one.

“No, but I’m guessing you’re going to drink it anyways?” Bucky quipped, his eyebrows quirked. You sighed as you took a glass from his hand. Bucky bumped his glass gently against yours. “Cheers, Doll.” Bucky said softly, taking a gulp of his wine. You rolled your eyes but thought about the nickname he had just given you and took a sip from your glass.

Then another sip, and another, and another. Soon, the bottle was halfway filled and you were a tad bit tipsy. A giggle fell from your lips as Bucky moved closer to you, his arm wrapped over your shoulder. “Come on, you have to admit that you’ve thought about kissing me at least once, beautiful.” Bucky stated, setting his wine glass down on the deck behind you two.

Your cheeks burned red and you shook your head. “Bucky, I would never! And don’t call me beautiful!” You hiccuped through your giggles, turning to face Bucky. He was much closer and it made your heart skip. Bucky took your sunglasses off and set them down. His eyes looked into yours and you never noticed the different shades of blue hidden in his.

Bucky caressed your cheek and you stared at him, unsure of what to do. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Y/N.” Bucky said quietly, his eyes trailing along your face. You swallowed thickly and leaned into his touch. “I thought you hated me.” You slurred slightly with creased eyebrows. “I don’t. God, I don’t.” Bucky breathed, sounding rather nervous.

Bucky started to lean in, his hand resting on the side of your neck. You blinked a few times as he inched closer. “Just tell me to stop.” Bucky whispered, his knee brushing against yours. You let out a small exhale, letting his lips brush against yours. “No.” You whispered, finally pressing your lips against Bucky’s.

He groaned into the kiss and pulled you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck and moaned into the kiss, feeling his tongue bump your bottom lip. You opened your mouth and started to twirl your tongue around his. He tasted like red wine and mint, a mixture you’d never get over.

You moved to sit on Bucky’s lap and his hands moved to rest on your hips. Your hands traveled along his neck, making their way into his long hair. Your mind was clouded but you were fully aware of the erection he was sporting. You rolled your hips against his, eliciting a  low growl from Bucky. He pulled away, your lips creating a wet smacking sound as he did so.

Your breath was heavy, your chest heaving up and down. Bucky gulped, his eyes trailing along your face and your exposed chest above the water in your bikini top. “Th-that-” Bucky breathed, his hand moving up to touch his lips. You smirked and leaned into his ear. “Kitten got your tongue?” You asked with a smirk, licking up the shell of his ear.

Bucky groaned and his eyes shut momentarily as you rolled your hips against his again. His lips were on yours in no time, tongues twirling, teeth biting, hands grabbing, nails clawing.

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43. “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me”  Dan.

Hello, Love bugs! 

Dan X Reader

Warnings- Smut. Also this is a really long one.


Saying you hate crowds would be considered an understatement.You could never put it into words. It’s so much more than just people forgetting what personal space is. It’s even more than the thought of everyone looking at you thinking you’re strange. It’s an immense feeling in the pit of your stomach that tightens. It’s the way you feel your breathing changing to a more shallow breath. Dan understood how you feel in crowds and has always tried his hardest to help you through any emotions you were feeling. Today was an extra stressful day as you were not only in a crowd of strangers but it was a crowd of Dan’s family. 

“They will love you just as much as I love you.” That was easy for Dan to say. He wasn’t the one who was meeting a bunch of new people who were for sure judging you to see if you were right for there Dan.

 "What if they don’t. What if your aunt thinks I’m wrong for you and tells your mum and your mum tells your grandma and then she will hate me and then I will never be able to be with you because I can’t make you choose between myself and your family.“ Dan kisses you softly to try and get you to shut up for even just a second.

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The Truth Behind “You are My Heaven”

A/N: Hello, my lovelies. This is not a fic, it’s actually a personal story. Or more like a word blurt. But I offered to share it and people seemed interested, so here it is. This is what inspired my fic You Are My Heaven. Spoilers below, I guess, if you haven’t read the fic. Also, I am working on an epilogue, but it might take me a few more days. You’re all wonderful. Read this if you’d like, but no hard feelings if you don’t. I will be tagging my permanent list below, though. Hope no one minds. Here we go. 

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Shower - Bucky  x Reader Valentine’s Day One Shot

//NOTE: THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MY ONGOING FANFIC.//

//WARNING: ROUGH SMUT AND LANGUAGE.//

WORD COUNT: 2,108

You have been working with The Avengers for a while now, and have gotten familiar with everyone… but Bucky. Bucky, or The Winter Soldier, as you really knew him, kept to himself most of the time. You only really heard him talk when you were on missions or when you were giving mission reports. Although you didn’t tell anyone about it, you honestly wanted to get to know him better.

He was mysterious, and also pretty hot. 

But of course, you wanted to keep everything professional, and for fear that you would lose control if you got to close to him, you never approached him.

It was February 13th the day that you got back from your latest mission. Sweaty and exhausted, you had retired to your room, wondering what you would do the next day. Valentine’s Day. Or, as you liked to call it, Singles’ Awareness Day.

You decided that you would rent some movies and eat an entire bucket of ice cream on your own, while pretending not to be thinking about what Bucky would look like naked.

“Alright. Good job, all of you. Especially you, Agent (Last Name). I heard you took a pretty big part in this mission,” Steve had stayed at Stark Tower during the mission. It had only been you, Natasha, Clint, and Bucky, and everything had remained purely platonic. 

“What? Who told you that?” You laughed nervously. You had taken a huge part in this mission, but you hadn’t bragged about it or anything. You didn’t want to come off as a boastful person.

“Bucky.” Steve replied.

Oh my God. That man.

“Oh. Well, I guess I did - not to be bragging or anything.” You shrugged.

“You can be proud of achievements without bragging, you know,” Steve smiled at you and you smiled back.

He was hot, too, but he didn’t give you shivers like Bucky did.

“Alright, thanks Steve,” you started walking off, but Steve spoke again.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

Oh no, was he asking you out? Were you going to have to reject Captain America?

“Nothing much - ice cream and movies.” You told him. “I don’t really make a big deal about Valentine’s Day.”

“I don’t really get the point either. Whatever, you know? Natasha kept trying to set me up on a date this morning, but I told her that I wasn’t ready for it. Anyway, have a nice day, (name),” he shrugged.

Good, he thought that a day devoted to love was as pointless as you did!

 You then walked up to your room thinking about what ice cream flavor you would get.

//THE NEXT MORNING//

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Natasha winked at you as you passed her in the hallway. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Natasha,” you smiled at her.

What was that about? 

You kept walking. You had a kitchen in your apartment/room, but you hadn’t stocked it up yet, so you just used the main kitchen like most everyone. You knew you looked like a mess, but at this point, The Avengers were like family, so walking around in your pajamas and bed head really didn’t matter, right?

Turned out it did.

Of course, Bucky was there, eating cereal in the table near the main kitchen.

Normally, he would be in and out already. Due to his PTSD, Steve had told you he hardly slept, causing him to get up in the middle of the night. He usually got his food then and then walked back to his room or trained. You hardly even saw the guy.

But today he was sitting there, reading the paper and pretending not to look at you when you walked in the room. You ignored him, you were thinking about him, but you were so tired that you didn’t care. “G’ morning, Buck,” you mumbled sleepily.

Damn, you just wanted to get some breakfast and now some hot guy was staring at you while you looked like a mess. Why you?

Oh no.

Was this why Nat had winked at you in the hall earlier?

That woman.

“Hello, (name),” he said. He sounded like he was trying not to laugh.

“Something funny?” 

“N- no.” He sounded confused and sad, like he was hurt.

You softened. How could you be mad at him?

“Sorry I snapped. Still tired,” you played it off.

“It’s okay,” 

That was pretty much the whole conversation.

“You doing anything today?” He piped up suddenly.

“Nah.”

“Okay,”

“You need me for something?”

“No.”

“Okay,” you concluded.

You finished pouring milk over your way-too-large bowl of Honey-Nut Cheerios and grabbed a spoon before heading up to your room.

“Hey - uh, could I use your shower? Mine is broken. Sorry if it’s sudden,” Buck piped up.

“Uh… okay? Is Tony fixing it?” 

“Yeah. I just finished up with a workout session and I’m sweaty, so.” He shrugged, as if that explained everything.

“Uh - alright. Follow me,”

You led him to your apartment and then to the bathroom. You got out a spare towel while he was at his apartment grabbing something to change into. A few minutes later he came back and thanked you several times. You smiled at him, glad you were sort of connecting with this god of a man.

Before you could walk out of the bathroom, he grabbed your arm. “Do you need to take a shower today?” He asked.

What the fuck kind of question was that? You laughed it off. “Yeah, but I’ll do it later.”

“I was just thinking,” he bit his lip. “Maybe we could - conserve water?” He smirked at your surprised reaction.

“Bucky?” You questioned. 

You wanted to be professional.

You had to refuse the offer.

You almost said something.

And then he pulled his shirt off.

His abs.

Why? Why you?

Eagerly, you pulled your shirt and pants off and he smirked even more when you turned around so he could take your bra off. You shivered when his metal hand touched your shoulder, but you didn’t pull away. Slowly, he pulled off your bra. “Buck…” You moaned as his flesh hand traced circles down your back.

“What, you gonna cum just from that?” He gave a low chuckle and you shivered again. “Turn around for me, doll.”

He bit his lip harder when he saw your tits bouncing up and down with each movement. You had always had big breasts, but you guessed this was the first time he had really realized how large they were. He groaned and reached for them. He traced circles around your nipples till they were hard and perky. You moaned continually. 

“How long have you dreamed about me naked?” He chuckled.

You went red.

“So you have.”

“No I haven’t!” 

“Then why are you blushing?” 

“Cause that’s a weird thing to say!”

“Wanna unbutton my pants for me, doll?”

“Are you sure about this Bucky?” You asked him.

He didn’t even hesitate. “Yes. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to be inside of you? I couldn’t even be around you, I would get erections and have to hide them,” he explained while looking at your tits lustfully.

“Okay, Bucky…” You said, you came over fast, slamming him against the bathroom wall and started making out with him while unbuttoning his pants as fast as you could. You had to be on tip-toes to reach his mouth, but you managed it. Soon his pants were in a pile on the floor. You could feel his erection through his boxers… you could also feel how big he was. You were both moaning as you teased his large cock through the fabric.

“You tease. Take them off. Let me show you.” He winked.

You nodded and pulled down his boxers. His cock… it had to be 8 or 9 inches. You gaped and he pushed you down on the floor.

“Wait,” you scolded him, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind you. “This will be more comfortable.” You told him.

“Alright, do you like it soft or rough - and when I say rough, I mean rough,” He told you.

“Rough, babe,” you moaned just looking at him there, naked and erect.

“Okay. Just remember, you asked for it.” Buck said, winking again. 

“Wait, what if people hear us?”

“Do you really care? The longer you worry, the longer it will be from when I shove myself inside you,” he reminded you.

“No, I don’t, daddy,” you whined.

“I like it when you call me daddy. Now get on your hands and knees, bitch.” He turned harsh and scary for a second, but you didn’t hesitate or get scared. He was even sexier when he was mad. He spanked your ass before literally ripping off your underwear with his cold metal arm. 

“Ow!” You cried.

“Shut up, slut. Now suck daddy’s cock for him,”

You liked the feeling of his long penis being shoved in your mouth. Eagerly, you deepthroated him, choking on your spit and enjoying every second of it. By his loud moans, you knew he enjoyed it, too. He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you off his cock.

“Good little bitch. Now you and daddy are going to play a game.” Bucky told you. He turned so dark and lustful when he was aroused, and you loved it. “The game is that daddy will tease you, and if you touch yourself, you get punished.”

You nodded in understanding.

He rolled you over and marveled at your dripping wet clit for a second before leaning down and teasing it with his tongue. Oh God, this man was good. He was tracing letters on your clit with his tongue, though, and you tried to find out what it was… J… A… M… E… S… he was spelling his name.

And then B-U-C-H-A-N-A-N.

And then B-A-R-N-E-S…

You came when he finished his last name, your cum making a mess on the sheets. “You moaned a lot, but you didn’t touch yourself. What a good little bitch you are,” he told you, holding up your chin before nearly suffocating you with a surprise make up session.

“Bucky you’re so sexy when you’re turned on.” You told him.

He slapped you. “You don’t talk unless daddy tells you you can.” He scolded. “Now you need to be punished.”

He went to the bag he had brought his clothes in and pulled out two pairs of handcuffs. “You brought stuff for sex in the bag?” You laughed suddenly.

“Shut up, slut,” 

You closed your mouth.

He put the two handcuffs around the bedposts, and then around your wrists. He had also brought a vibrator, which he shoved into your pussy and turned onto the highest setting. Lastly, he grabbed a choker collar from his bag and put it in your mouth, the red ball preventing you from speaking, only to moan and groan at the pleasure. He then sat down in a chair across the room and watched you moan and have spasms from the pleasure the vibrator was giving you. He wasn’t going to let this end until you came again. 

And you did.

Cum was flying everywhere, it was going to be a mess to clean up, but you didn’t care.

Bucky came over and removed the vibrator, handcuffs, and choker. “You made a mess all over the vibrator!” He yelled. “Lick it off, bitch.”

Eagerly, you did.

“Are you ready to have me inside you?”

You nodded.

“Daddy is letting you speak. Tell him how bad you want it,” Bucky ordered.

“I want you in me so bad, daddy. I want to cum all over your cock!” You whined.

“Alright. No more talking, whore.”

He grabbed you suddenly and shoved his cock inside you, and you let out a moan. Grabbing you by your hips, he moved you up and down his penis, letting you flail around like a rag doll. He groaned and you groaned back. 

“Say - s-say my name, slut,” he forced out between moans of pleasure.

“Buckyyy…” You whined.

“Again!” He ordered harshly.

“Buckyyy!” 

“AGAIN!”

“BUCKYYY! BUCKY I’M GONNA-”

“ME TOO, DOLL. DADDY’S GONNA CUM TOO-”

You both came on each other, moaning and groaning with the amazing feeling.

“Daddy says you can speak again.” Bucky panted.

“I love you, daddy,” you whined, exhausted.

“I love you too, doll,”

“So much for a shower.” He laughed.

“We really do need one now, don’t we.” You giggled.

“Yeah… let’s go take one, then,” Buck said, putting his arm around your shoulder.

You leaned against him and then you both walked, naked, back to the bathroom.

- Reyna and Annabeth bond over their love of hot chocolate and hot-messes-of-friends who are trying (and failing) to run the demigod camps
- Reyna doesn’t like Annabeth that much when they first meet
- She can’t understand how anyone so smart would date that sweet, kind-hearted doofus child named Percy Jackson
- She eventually grows to love Annabeth’s sense of humour and smile and witty intelligence
- Annabeth doesn’t understand why Jason never dated Reyna (she’s super strong, crazy smart, beautiful, kind, stubborn)
- Doesn’t understand until she hears Jason’s stories of trying to set Reyna up with a couple of girls in the legion
- For which, he says, he got smacked in the back of the head
- “how was I supposed to know she didn’t want me to set her up with a cute girl after she told she was gay? I’m her best friend, that’s my JOB.”
- Annabeth is a little surprised, but then she notices Reyna staring at Calypso’s butt and getting a little discombobulated whenever a really cute girl talks to her
- Annabeth finds herself flirting with Reyna just to mess with her
- Reyna is slightly offended but also not because a cute girl is flirting with her
- Percy has changed a lot since their trip through Tartarus
- Annabeth and Percy slowly drift apart after the war with Gaea
- They start fighting a lot and they can’t figure out what’s wrong
- They’re not really sure why, but they end up going their separate ways
- Reyna is the first person Annabeth goes to after the breakup
- She holds Annabeth as she cries, wraps her up in a blanket, makes her some hot chocolate, and calls Hazel and Piper over for a girls’ night
- They don’t ask questions, they just bring takeout and feel good movies over to Reyna’s quarters and they all cuddle together on the couch and watch movies
- Annabeth is squished closest to Reyna and she falls asleep with her head in Reyna’s lap
- Piper and Hazel take over Reyna’s bed (Reyna doesn’t ask any questions)
- Reyna doesn’t have the strength to wake Annabeth up, so she ends up falling asleep with her hand tangled in Annabeth’s hair
- She wakes up early with Annabeth curled around her and snoring softly, so she goes back to sleep
- Piper and Hazel wake them up while whispering and giggling and just being super attached to each other (Reyna finds it so cute it’s gross)
- Annabeth slowly removes herself from Reyna and apologizes for grabbing on so tight
- Reyna doesn’t mind one bit, but she just tells Annabeth “it’s fine, I totally understand. If you need anything, just let me know”
- And Piper gives Reyna a knowing smirk but Anabeth just smiles shyly and thanks her
- Reyna and Annabeth start spending a lot of time with each other over the next few weeks
- Reyna tells herself it’s only because Annabeth needs a friend, but she lets Annabeth cuddle with her whenever she needs to
- Annabeth is so thankful for Reyna and for some reason she’s started to notice a weird tingling feeling in her stomach whenever she sees Reyna??? and she doesn’t know why
- Annabeth finds herself really really looking forward to their movie nights and hot chocolate dates and walks through New Rome
- They don’t fall asleep on the couch anymore, now they have the frame of mind to lay down on the bed when they start to fall asleep during the movie
- Annabeth and Reyna both wonder to themselves if this is how normal best friends act, if normal best friends cuddle and fall asleep together in bed
- They both decide that it has to be normal, there’s nothing weird about it
- One day Annabeth grabs Reyna’s hand and pulls her along to make her walk faster so they can get to Leo’s party faster and the contact makes Reyna’s stomach flip
- When they finally get to the party, Reyna interlaces their fingers and looks at Annabeth to make sure it’s okay and Annabeth just smiles really big and runs her thumb over Reyna’s hand and everything’s just right
- A few weeks pass and they don’t really discuss it or mean to but their relationship gets a lot more touchy
- They’re not afraid to grab each other’s hand or to hug each other randomly and they no longer question if it’s weird to cuddle with your best friend
- Neither of them know exactly what their relationship is
- Reyna wants the relationship to be more than just friends, but she doesn’t want Annabeth to think she was just using her the whole time
- And Annabeth is so fucking in love with Reyna it’s not even funny and when she realizes it she tells herself that she really needs to tell Reyna before she does anything stupid and scare Reyna off because it’s possible that Reyna has no romantic feelings for her whatsoever and she doesn’t want to overstep her bounds
- Reyna plans to ask just what in the world their relationship actually is one night during movie night
- Which is also the same night Annabeth was planning on asking Reyna out on a date
- So they’re both super hella awkward that night and can’t figure out why the other person is acting so weird
- Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano, Praetor of Camp Jupiter and Daughter of the war goddess Bellona actually gets nervous and trips over her words and spills popcorn and Annabeth can’t help but laugh at this beautiful and adorable dork in front of her
- Annabeth Chase, Daughter of the Wisdom goddess Athena herself, can’t quite gather up the courage to say anything before the movie starts
- Reyna doesn’t pay any attention at all to the movie and when Annabeth asks her a question about it she doesn’t even know what was said or what’s going on
- Annabeth waves a hand in front of her face “Reyna? Are you okay? You look a little si-”
“I love you.” Reyna blurts out before she can stop herself
- Annabeth is taken aback and isn’t really sure what to say and Reyna is freaked out by her silence and then proceeds to disentangle herself from Annabeth and tries to get up from the couch all while apologizing profusely and saying that of course she misread the signs and that she’ll go back to her own place and that Annabeth never has to see her again
- But then Annabeth smiles and grabs ahold of Reyna’s hand and pulls her back to the couch, intertwining their fingers
- They’re both silent for a few moments as Reyna tries to avoid looking anywhere but directly at Annabeth and she’s expecting to hear that Annabeth loves her too, that she always has, but only as a friend
- When she finally looks at Annabeth she sees Annabeth staring at her lips
- And suddenly Reyna is excited and extremely confused
- Annabeth opens her mouth to reply with “I love you t-” but before she can finish Reyna’s mouth is on hers and it’s basically the best thing ever
- She really likes grabbing at Reyna’s flannel and Reyna really likes grabbing at Annabeth’s hoodie and it’s a lot to take in all at once
- They eventually need air and when they break apart they realize that Reyna somehow ended up straddling Annabeth’s hips and that Reyna’s flannel shirt is gone and Annabeth’s hand is on Reyna’s stomach
- Reyna rests her forehead on Annabeth’s and whispers “I love you so much”
- Annabeth whispers “I love you too” in between gentle kisses and while running her hand over Reyna’s abs
- For some reason Piper shows up at Annabeth’s door the next morning, banging on it incessantly before unlocking it herself and following a trail of clothes to Annabeth’s bedroom to find Annabeth and Reyna peacefully sleeping in the bed, curled around each other and very much clothes-less
- Piper clears her throat and scares the absolute shit out of both women in the bed
- Annabeth almost falls out of the bed
- Then she proceeds to yell at Piper for five minutes while Piper laughs and Reyna sits back and just smiles at her girlfriend and best friend
- After allowing just enough verbal abuse towards Piper, Reyna snakes an arm around Annabeth’s stomach and peppers kisses across her shoulders, trying to calm her down
- Annabeth is startled and not amused “Rey! Piper is RIGHT THERE” and when Reyna just pulls her back towards the mattress to hug her close Annabeth tries to glare at Piper but she’s having a hard time and instead just manages to get out the words “Go away now and don’t tell anyone and we’ll forget this happened”
- Piper giggles and says “Bye love birds”
- When they finally make it out of bed and into the public to eat lunch, Hazel winks at Reyna and high fives Annabeth, Jason shouts “IT’S ABOUT TIME” from across the pavilion, Leo shouts something inappropriate and Piper and Hazel have to hold back Annabeth and Reyna so they don’t attack him, Calypso smacks Leo and then congratulates them, and everyone goes to see Frank for some reason and it looks like money is changing hands, but Reyna decides not to ask what’s going on
- They’re just really cute together
- They steal each other’s clothes and cuddle a lot and they love to watch movies together and drink hot chocolate and kiss a whole bunch
- Annabeth knows judo and Reyna asks her to teach her some
- It becomes one off their favourite couple activities
- A few years later, Reyna retires and decides to go to college in New Rome
- The retirement ceremony is really beautiful and Piper and Annabeth and Leo all cry while Hazel hugs them all and playfully rolls her eyes at Reyna
- Reyna is happy to pass the job on to Frank, she knows he’ll be fantastic at it
- Frank is really happy and definitely the captain of the Reynabeth ship
- Piper insists that she’s the captain, and they argues so Leo and Reyna suggest they just co-captain the ship
- They finally agree to it
- Annabeth is the one to propose to Reyna
- She does it at none other than the coffee shop where they love to have hot chocolate dates
- Of course Reyna says yes and there’s lots of hugging and cheering and kissing
- THEY ADOPT SO MANY DOGS AND THEY END UP WITH LIKE FOUR KIDS AND THE RAMIREZ-ARELLANO-CHASE FAMILY IS SO FUCKING CUTE

New Beginnings, Part Two

Chapter Two
“Not Too Insane For You“

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Word Count: 2.5K

WARNINGS: LOTS OF ANGST, EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, DEPRESSION, REJECTION, GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, MURDER DETAILS, HOUSE FIRES, CRIME SCENE DETAILS. BE SAFE, DEAR READERS!

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A/N: This chapter showcases our reader’s background and upbringing.

My name is Y/N L/N. I’ve lived all over the country, but I consider Chicago, Illinois to be where I’m from. My mom’s name is Jennifer and she’s an accountant. My dad’s name is Frank and he is a retired Marine, having served in Desert Storm twice. I have two little brothers named Alan and Jimmy. They’re twins and 5 years younger than me.

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Friendzoned (Reid X Reader)

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Summary

The reader had a tough childhood. She was one of the unpopular fat kids, , always being mocked. Fate twists and she becomes one of the hot girls, not realizing she transforms into what she hates the most , a bully. Will meeting Spencer help her realize who she really is? And will she get out of the friendzone?

Relationship: Spencer Reid X Reader

Rating : Mature (Please do not read if you are under-aged)

WARNINGS ! : Explicit sexual content.

CopyRight: I do not own Spencer Reid , Criminal Minds nor any of the other characters mentioned in this story.  No copyright infringement is intended.

P A R T 1 - I’m a bully

You know that annoying, popular girl in every school, college or workplace? That pretty girl, with a nice body, who looks like she has everything figured out and everybody tries to please, especially the men? That girl who has even a sweat that smells like spring, she’s smart and also a great cook?
Well that’s you now. Not by choice, but that’s you.
Growing up , you had two things that didn’t actually help you win any popularity contest back in high school : a high IQ and a fat body. From the first day of classes, you were called “whale”, “weirdo” and many other mocking names. The ‘popular kids’ even started a fake campaign called ‘Save Whale Y/N’ just for fun.
Even if you hoped deep down for the bullying to stop you realized that’s never going to happen so you spent each day trying to be invisible until the hell was over.

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Life Doesn’t Always Turn Out the Way You Plan

I was trying to post this on AO3, because it’s going to be a multi-parter. But AO3 is being grouchy tonight. So the first part will go up here, and get put up over there when the database starts behaving itself again. Then the rest of the chapters will go up over there too.

“While You Were Sleeping” is one of my all-time favorite movies ever. It just doesn’t feel like Christmas unless I’ve watched it at least once. And because I love it so much, I won’t be able to resist slipping verbatim quotes in here and there. So, watch out for those. Also, I know this is a Valentine’s challenge, but this movie is so wrapped up with Christmas for me that I had to set it then.

I’ll be honest - after this chapter, the rest of this so far is pretty much an outline interspersed with scene scraps. I’m hoping to post at least twice a week, but the schedule may be, ummmm, flexible. I’ll still try to get it all done in the month deadline.

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Life Doesn’t Always Turn Out the Way You Plan

My dad used to say something to me all the time when I was growing up. He would get this distant look in his eyes and he would tell me, “Iris, baby, life doesn’t always turn out the way you plan.”

l just wish I’d realized at the time he was talking about my life.

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A one night stand with a mafia member. (pt. 1)

Genre: Mafia!BTS (bc holy fuck do I love this concept)

Pairing: Jimin x reader 

Warnings: Violence & Alcohol

Word count: 1.2k

(A/N): (( despite the title there’s no smut in this ))

Pt.2 ) (PT.3) (PT.4) (pt. 5)

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The slam of your shot glass hit the counter top. You had just had one of the worst days at work ever and being completely wasted didn’t sound like a bad idea. When you took your sixth shot you noticed a guy across the bar looking over at you. You looked around to make sure he was really looking at you because holy shit was he hot. He laughed seeing you doubt the fact he was looking in your direction. You felt yourself blush. He had light blonde hair, the most beautiful brown eyes, and had the cutest smile you had ever seen. When he got up and starting walking over to you, you panicked. You instantly downed the shot in your hand. You’re gonna need it if you were going to be confident enough to talk to him. Sometimes you really hated being shy but thank god the alcohol would help.

“Come here alone?” He asked, flashing his gorgeous smile again. You nodded slowly. “Just needed to escape my work.”

He laughed. “I get that. Works been a little rough with me too.” He sat down in the seat next to you. “My name’s Jimin.”

You ordered another drink and turned in his direction. “(Y/N). Nice to meet you.” You smiled at him. Jimin stared at you for a second before speaking “..I really hope this isn’t too forward but you’re really pretty.” You almost choked on your drink. “You don’t do this all the time do you? I’m not really here to get laid so if that’s what you want I don’t care how hot you are-“ He shook his head. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that!….I mean if you were looking for that I wouldn’t mind either.” He said looking you up and down. You blushed and stood up but almost fell over. Jimin jumped up and caught you.

“Whoa careful…Maybe you’ve had too much to drink.” He stated, holding you. You couldn’t even listen to him nagging you as you were pressed against his chest. Maybe a One-night stand wasn’t bad either. I mean you already had a bad day and being drunk really isn’t doing anything to make you feel better. You looked up at him slowly, grabbing his face, and kissed him. He looked down at you and closed his eyes slowly, kissing you back.  The kissing turned into making out which turned to be a little touchy. He pulled away.

“Since you’re too drunk to drive, Can I take you home?” he offered but you shook your head. “I wanna go back to your place” 

He helps you out to his car and as he was driving there you looked over at him just to glance at him. You leaned against his arm but started to doze off. 

The next thing you know it’s morning and you’re in some strange apartment. Everything was way too fancy and expensive to be yours and when you turned around there wasn’t anyone there. A note on the night stand caught your eye. It read: “Call me later -Jimin” and under that was a phone number. Jimin? You tried to remember what happened but you couldn’t and the headache you had wasn’t helping much either. You looked down at your clothes seeing that you were only wearing one of what you assumed to be Jimin’s shirts and your own underwear. You got dressed and ran out of the apartment.

When you got home you laid down in your own bed deciding to call Jimin since you thought it was pretty important to know what happened last night instead of thinking up weird scenarios in your head.

“Hello?” He answered sounding out of breath. You got nervous remembering his voice. “H-hey Jimin…” He chuckled a little but he sounded in pain. “(Y/N)….I really fucked up…”He groaned in pain. A sudden rush of panic hit you. “Jimin? What’s wrong? Do you need help?”

“…..You can’t come here it’s not safe-“ he managed. You doubted this for a second. Why should you care so much about a one night stand? What if he really isn’t in trouble? You don’t even know him and this could get you hurt. “Look don’t argue with me tell me where you are!” The words came out before you even made a decision on helping him. He told you where he was and you ran there without thinking. You needed to know what the hell was going on.

When you finally got there Jimin was siting against the wall in an alley, bleeding with a knife lodged into his side. You ran to his side and held his hand. “I’m calling 911, okay??” He shook his head and grabbed the phone out of your hand. “Get my phone and call Namjoon…” You were annoyed he wasn’t listening but you did as you were told.

It only took a few minutes for a car to pull up and a handsome brown haired guy stepped out. He came out and helped Jimin up, taking him to the car. You followed and sat next to Jimin in the car. The boy driving looked in the rear view mirror. “You must be the pretty voice on the phone.” You weren’t really in the mood for flirting while Jimin was hurt. “….You must be Namjoon.” He shook his head. “Jungkook. Namjoon sent me to pick Jimin up.”

“Why are you picking him up when I could have just called an ambulance?” You asked a little rudely but it was only because you were worried. Jungkook laughed. “Guess you’re gonna have to explain that later, huh Jimin?” Jimin groaned and gave Jungkook a dirty look. When you arrived Jimin was taken to a separate room while you had to wait outside when they helped him. They let you in to see him after he was bandaged up. You hugged him which made him groan in pain but he smiled. “Thanks for helping me…”

You sat next to him on the bed. “It wasn’t my intention but I’m glad I did.”

He adjusted himself and turned to look at you. “What did you call me for in the first place?” You felt a little embarrassed talking about it in person.

“…What..um…Did we do last night…?” You asked shyly. He laughed lightly. “(Y/N)..We didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re worried about. You were too wasted to be left alone so I let you stay over. If I would have left you at the bar some douchebag would probably have taken advantage of you.” You looked up again. “We really didn’t do anything?”

He shook his head. “I’m saving that for when you’re sober and when you’ll remember how good I am.”

You blushed, making him giggle again. His laugh was so attractive….damn it. You’re getting sidetracked again. “What was jungkook talking about in the car? What would you have to explain to me?”

He looked away from you. “…..You probably won’t want to see me again if you knew.” You felt yourself lean closer to him and you reached your hand out, turning his face to look at you. “I think you owe me this since I saved your life.”

He took your hand and kissed it. “Well I guess it as nice knowing you. Too bad you would have made a really hot girlfriend too. (Y/N)…..I’m in a gang..Like a mafia gang.”

Your eyes widened. “You’re kidding right? You wouldn’t be so nice if that was true!-”

He sighed. “I have feelings you know. It’s just a job plus I do It because I’m really loyal to these people. They’re my family.”

Without even knowing if this was true or more like wanting to know you got up and ran out of the room slamming the door.  You didn’t want to hear anymore about this. 

I Am Human - Part I

Pairing: Jared x reader
Summary: He’s one of the two main actors. He’s 28, sexy, charming and funny.
She’s the new girl on set. The new assistent from a foreign country. And she is only 20 years old. She is also the one who stole his heart in milliseconds, just by being herself.  Jared Padalecki and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) are what you like to call starcrossed lovers, two fitting pieces of a puzzle. But we all know love is not easy. So what happens if their age difference becomes a problem? Can (Y/N) keep working for Jared when feelings get involved? And what secret is she hiding from him?
Warning: None

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The Wallet

content: Dean finds a wallet. But when he arrives at the guy’s house there is a surprise waiting for him.
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It’s almost the end of his shift when Dean finds the lost wallet on the ground right next to a grocery store.

He almost missed it, being all plain and simple, but instinct (or fate) made him look twice. He immediately checks the content and obviously everything seems to be in order. Cash money, credit cards – it’s all there. And according to the driver’s license the wallet belongs to a guy named Castiel Novak, living at an address just around the corner.

Dean rubs his eyes and sighs. Actually he was about to return to the station, change into some normal comfy civil clothes instead of his officer’s uniform and drive right back home. It’s been a long day with a lot of annoying people ruining his mood and he’s so fucking exhausted he probably could sleep standing. He just wants to bury himself in his memory foam.

But on the other hand the guy’s address isn’t really that far and Dean knows how much it sucks to think you’d lost your wallet. It’s a bitch to replace all the cards and licenses and it would be cruel to leave the man in the dark for the rest of the night. So Dean takes his car and drives.

The place is easy to find, a nice small house with a green front door. Dean hears muffled voices from the inside and considering the bunch of cars which are parked in the driveway he assumes there is some kind of gathering on the inside. So he decides to make this really quick and rings the bell.

Almost immediately a short guy with brownish hair and a mischievous smile opens the door. “Hello, hello,” he greets the officer. “You’re early.”

Dean frowns, puzzled. “What?”

But the man just grabs his wrist and pulls him inside. “It’s better that way, actually. Cassie’s already very suspicious and we wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise, right?”

Surprise?

“But I’ve gotta warn you, he’s very shy,” the man explains. “He’s probably not going to be thrilled you being here. Don’t take it personally and just make him change his mind, okay? I’m positive you’ll handle that. You’re exactly his type. Sexy with green eyes.”

And then the guy winks and leads him into a room before Dean has got a chance to argue. About fifteen pairs of eyes land on him instantly.

Curiously. Expectantly.

Only the man in the middle looks outright horrified. He stares at Dean with big, really beautiful blue eyes, a blush on his cheeks, and Dean recognizes him immediately by the picture on the driver’s license. Castiel Novak.

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Recently, I was told that I just ‘needed to learn to just deal with my eczema and to stop complaining about it’.

This really angered me at first, but then I realized, so many people don’t really understand what eczema is, or exactly how bad it can be. I really struggle with this condition, everyday of my life. It’s not just something you can learn to deal with. Instead, it’s like a constant battle with my body and it really wears on my sanity.

—  Let’s take a moment and talk about exactly what eczema is.


Dermatitis, or more commonly known as eczema, is a broad term that covers a variety of skin conditions. It usually represents as a scaly, red and inflamed rash, weeping sores and patches and even the cracking of skin. Eczema runs in my family, so I’ve watched my mother struggle with her fingers cracking open and bleeding persistently my entire life. My father also suffers from psoriasis, which while different, presents itself in similar ways. Common areas for rashes and such to appear are the elbows, behind the knees, around the neck and behind the ears and on the hands and feet.

Many children and babies suffer from a mild form eczema and typically grow out of it. I was different, and developed the condition upon reaching adulthood. My dermatologist says that I have a particularly aggressive type and it’s some of the worst that she’s seen a few years. Add my typical resistance to drugs and such to the mix, it’s a recipe for disaster.

But what causes eczema?  Good question because no one has a clue. That’s right, no one knows what causes eczema, but it’s generally presumed that it’s a combination of genetics and environment. It’s also misdiagnosed as food often, since the two have a tendency to look similar when flared up.

I didn’t have eczema growing up. I used to have nice smooth and silky, tan skin. Now my skin is as scaly as an alligator and itches something fierce. Oh, and I constantly have children screaming at me, “MOM, WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER,” much to the embarrassment of the parents. They switched my birth control from the pill to the Nuvaring, which we assumed I had an allergic reaction too (this is when the itching started). They responded by switching me back to the pill, but I still itched. Then I developed rashes. Then I got unbearably itchy. They swapped me to a lower dose and nothing changed. So they took me off of it. I got better, but it never went away. They think I’m allergic to the active hormone in the pill, and that the changes to my hormonal levels caused the eczema to develop, but because no one knows what exactly causes it, it’s hard to say.

What is known is that Eczema is an auto-immune disorder, where your body literally thinks it’s allergic to itself. This results in your body creating histamines that causes your skin to ‘flare-up’, as it tries to figure out what is going on. This results in the angry red rashes and scaly skin that is associated with eczema. This is 'atopic dermatitis’ and the most common type.

This is also why it’s such a bitch to deal with. When I say that I itch, I don’t just itch. My skin literally feels like I have creatures crawling underneath my skin and no matter how much I scratch/rub at it, it doesn’t go away. It might get worse, but it doesn’t get better and it’s always constant and always there. It’s also easy to aggravate and make worse, with simple things that are considered everyday conveniences. People tell me, “Oh well, don’t scratch,” and I have to say, “Well, it’s not quite that simple.”

Let’s take a quick look at the kinds of things that bother me on a daily basis:

– Water. Cold is better than hot, but I tend to take lukewarm baths. Water tends to make me itch severely, and the second I come into contact with it, my skin flares up and it takes everything to not rake my legs and skin until I’m literally bleeding from weeping wounds. Gross image, I know, but it’s the truth. Showers are worse for me personally, because it gets very 'moist’ in the bathroom, which doesn’t help. Baths aren’t a walk in the park, but they are a bit dryer over all. Salt Water is an exception to this and Ocean water is by the best when it comes to my skin.

– Heat. If it’s hot, I get itchy. End of story.

– Sweat. This goes hand in hand with the point above. Sweaty skin is by far one of the worst triggers for discomfort. Summer is absolute hell for me. I work in a smokehouse too, so if I’m by the grill or serving food, I get very toasty which leads to irritability and aggravation.

– Shorts. This sounds like a weird one! My skin is bothered by a lot of things, from blankets to fabrics to car seats, etc. Add heat and sweat to that… my legs will turn bright red and look like someone dumped acid all over them. I typically don’t wear shorts anymore, because it just leads to extreme discomfort and people looking at me like I have leprosy.

– Soap. The only soap I can use is Dove Sensitive Skin. Anything else gives me the itchies.

– Detergent. Like soap, I have to use soap-free/fragrance-free/dye-free/this-free/that-free/etc laundry detergent. Downside to this is that my clothes came out of the washer still smelling like food and my dog. I swapped to a vegan/soap-free thing that my coworker suggested to me that set me back a staggering $24, but it seemed to do it’s job. I can’t tell if it bothers my skin yet, or not.

– My dog. This seems like it would be a huge duh, but it’s worth a mention. I used to snuggle the shit out of my dog. Not anymore. I’m lucky if I can hold him for more than five minutes without feeling like my skin has creepy crawlies. Which is a shame, because it’s like he goes out of his way to lay all over me.

–Bedsheets. I have two sets of bedsheets, that I have to change every few days. About three days for one, then I pull them off and flip them inside out. I do laundry about once every two weeks (we have to use a laundry mat, so the less trips the better), so this helps get more usage out of them.

– My Period. Honorable Mention for weird one, but when you realize it’s all about the hormones it makes sense. My cycle is super irregular when I’m not on the pill (the whole reason for being put on it) and I never used to be able to tell when it was coming. Now I can. The week before and the week off, my skin goes into overdrive and it looks like I’ve stuck myself in a batch of acid, or something. The itching gets to bad that I will scratch myself till I’m raw and bloody.

–Clothing. Despite what detergents I use, certain fabrics give me problems too.

–Humidity. This goes without saying, but living in the armpit of the US (Louisiana) doesn’t help much. When I visit my parents in Texas, my skin typically clears up a bit.

–Sex. TMI time, but sex makes you hot, heavy, hormonal and sweaty. That is an absolute recipe for a flare-up.

There are other small things, but I won’t bore you with them. This list is just to give you an idea that it’s not just about itching. Everything contributes to the pain and itchy, and that makes eczema very difficult to handle. And this is just what causes flare-ups. There are other side effects that come hand-in-hand with plain old discomfort.

Like I said earlier, the itching isn’t just itching. It’s deeper than the skin and no matter how much you scratch, it doesn’t help. Imagine that you have an itch that you can’t reach, but finally you get someone to scratch it. Feels better, yea? That doesn’t happen with eczema. You can finally scratch it, but the itch is still there and it’s persistent.

I am always itchy. All the time. There is never not a moment, that I don’t itch, somewhere. And scratching through your clothes does nothing. I’ve been known to run to the bathroom at work, purely so I can drop the pants and go to town scratching at my thighs or behind my knees. 

With this constant itching comes insomnia. Aside from actual skin issues, this is the second biggest issue that people with eczema deal with. Did you know that? I didn’t when I first developed it. There are some nights when I’ll lay in bed and just stare at the ceiling, unable to sleep because I itch so bad. I’ll scratch myself in my sleep to the point where I have to wear socks on my hands if it gets really bad. I can’t sleep naked anymore– I have to wear a full-on shirt and short combo, if not pants or leggings. It’s common for me to go three or four days on about five hours of sleep. It’s common that I become extremely irritable and snap at people.

It affects my personal life too. Snuggling with my fiance is hard, because I get hot and sweaty and then I get itchy and uncomfortable. And it’s not that I don’t want to have sex, but it’s really hard to get in the mood when you know you’ll spend the next three hours afterward trying to dry yourself out. Josh has no idea how happy and grateful I am with how patient and accepting he is.

And it’s hard to look at myself and feel confident in my appearance, when I literally have angry red rashes EVERYWHERE. My eczema affects my arms, underarms, collarbone, waist, back, butt, thighs and behind my calves. You know how a Sharpedo in Pokemon has the rough skin ability? Yea, I flinch anytime someone touches my skin.

But that’s enough personal ranting about how it makes me feel, let’s talk about how it’s treated. As stated, no one knows what causes it, so it’s hard to treat. Typical drug cocktail includes an anti-itch pill and a steroid cream. If you’re really lucky, they’ll put you on a steroid pill to calm the skin and kick your body into overdrive.

When I went to a dermatologist for the first time, I was taking six benadryl a day, in hopes it would combat the histamine that my body was making. It didn’t and my doctor was amazed that I was even conscious. Years of allergy medicine abuse has left me particularly resistant to drugs (this is the whole reason I just suffer with normal allergies, versus taking meds, that shit don’t work), so it took a few tries to find something that 'helped’, but I quickly become accustomed to it and we have to change.

Currently I’m taking a strong anti-itch (which helps, but doesn’t get rid off) pill that I actually double up on, and a steroid cream that does absolutely nothing. This in combination with moisturizing after every bath (people with eczema HAVE to moisturize, lest we want to become something like human jerky) certainly helps, but it doesn’t fix.

I know this is super TL;DR, but the point isn’t to complain. I’m tired of people telling me to just deal with it, when they know nothing about eczema. It’s a struggle to keep my sanity. I long for the days when I could wear shorts and sleep naked, but those are gone and I have to deal with this now.

And we try. We try SO hard to to fucking lose it, but it’s not so easy. So educate yourself and next time, don’t roll your eyes at the person with eczema, thinking that they are over reacting. They aren’t. You have to remember that this is a constant condition that has no cure, and that they know next to nothing about. The odds are not in our favor and we’re told to just deal with it.

I’ll admit, it was nice to vent. This is what I work with every day. I just want people to understand where I’m coming from. I’m tired of being told that eczema isn’t something serious, because it is. People just don’t know it.







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Running This Town: The Machiavellian Livia Drusilla

If you haven’t seen HBO’s “Rome”, you should. It’s not what anyone would call accurate, no matter what anyone tries to tell you otherwise, but it’s good. And even when they’re doing crazily inaccurate shit, the historical domain characters’ personalities are left intact enough for me to buy into it. But one of the places where “Rome” really fucked up was the storyline concerning Octavian's—aka Caesar Augustus—marriage.

Basically: Octavian sees some chick at a party, he proposes, tells her he likes to beat women because it turns him on—flash forward a few years and plot twist! She’s slapping him around in bed. And he loves it. That, and a little moment where Octavian’s mom Atia—the most inaccurate character on the whole show, by the way—completely slams her daughter-in-law is the most we see of Livia Drusilla. The actress is good. The characterization? The entire storyline for that matter?

Oh, honey. The real Livia would roll her eyes at those shenanigans. Amateurs.

Living the thug life.

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In the best way.

Authors Notes: I was requested to write Lucas “walking in on Riley” after writing him walking in on her. [x] This one is set during her freshman year of college. Used the song ‘Starving’ by Hailee Steinfeld for inspiration [x] It’s a lot longer than the Lucas one and doesn’t really have the same feel to it but I hope you guys like it anyway! 
Pairing: Riley x Lucas (Rucas)
Rating: M (not smut, but does mention/revolve around sex)
Word Count: 2,275

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The summer before you start your first semester of college is a lot of different things for a lot of different people. For some it’s the beginning of your new found freedom, it’s getting to spend a little more time with your friends until you all go your separate ways, it’s essentially how you spend that time that really sets the tone for the next four plus years of college.

For Riley, it was the summer she finally grew into her skin. While her friends were off traveling with family, interning or taking up summer jobs, she spent the majority of her time just relaxing. It wasn’t a feeling she was used to. She was always wound up, always forcing herself to be upbeat and apparently that was really exhausting. She didn’t want to waste her summer working a part time job where she would have to put on that same always smiley face she walked around with. She just wanted to enjoy her last bit of free time before college started and she’d be bombarded with assignments and sleepless nights studying.

While her best friend Maya is “shadowing” some Banksy wannabe in an art studio in SoHo and her other friends are traveling and working she gets to spend most of her time with her boyfriend, Lucas - which surprisingly enough was a new thing for them. With how close knit their group of friends were and how demanding her best friend was of her time, she rarely got to spend a whole weekend with him let alone a whole summer. The six of them usually all hung out together.

For most couples the end of senior year meant the end of their relationship, mainly because they were more than likely going to two separate schools. Unfortunately for Riley and Lucas, that was the case for them. He was going to be attending A&M University in Texas and she got into Columbia. They knew the long distance would be hard but considering how long it took them to actually make things official they had no plans to breakup, especially now just as their relationship started to flourish.

Having an abundance of free time and an empty bank account meant they spent the majority of their time together soaking up the sun at the beach, hanging out in the park or, Riley’s personal favorite, lounging around in the AC at Lucas’ parents apartment. More specifically, his room.

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Past Indiscretions

Originally posted by wonderfulworldofwinchester

This is my entry for my hoes @notnaturalanahi​​ Ana’s Crack 600 Celebration. I got the prompt- Are you hitting on me?-Maybe. Pairing-Dean x Male Reader 

Characters: Y/n, Dean

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (MALE READER)

Warnings: Randomness, flirting, weird obsessive women, angry sex crazed jilted people, cuteness, hotness, implied smut!

Word Count: 868

Summary: Y/n meets Dean Winchester, the biggest whore he’s heard of. But he’s not the only one who knows Dean in the bar. 

A/N: So, I feel like this is less cracky than the others? But maybe just enough to still consider it crack?? I don’t know. But I hope u like it.

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‘Nother hunt. More dead people. More dead monsters.

Y/n sighed, drinking down the vodka, not caring about the burn it left as it made its way down his throat.

Why the hell did he even get into hunting in the first place?

Sure, his best friend was killed by a ghoul. But he could easily get out of it, find a nice place to live, get a normal job and settle down.

Unfortunately, it seemed the powers that be had other plans for him, monsters constantly finding him everywhere he turned.

He had no idea why. He was just y/n. nothing out of the ordinary, a hunter, but not a legend.

Unlike those Winchesters. He’d heard of them. Everyone had, although y/n wasn’t exactly the type to freak out over anyone.

His opinions on them were neutral.

They saved people. Yay. They caused a shit load of apocalypse’s and released monster after monster. Boo.

He honestly didn’t care though. If they died, he’d never see it as a loss. Honestly, the world might even be safe without them in all honesty.

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Preeminent

Requested: Yes

Summary: She was rich beyond belief, and Calum was well- scraping by. He’s wanted to bruise her lips with his ever since they first met, and now he finally does it.

Word Count: 3424

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Caged [22]

Characters: NamjoonxReader
Length: 2667 words
Genre: Mafia AU
Warnings: Violence

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It had always been weird to you how fast people could get used to something.

Your steps on the cool, wooden floor caused familiar sounds greeting you in the hallway. Your hand found the doorknob of the kitchen door without looking, and you automatically listened for any sounds in the living room – smiling to yourself when the high-pitched voices of the characters in the cartoon Jimin was watching reached your ears.

Fifteen minutes later, the sound of eggs sizzling in a frying pan and the low humming of the toaster sang you a melody of normalcy and tranquility. The room was filled with the smell of coffee – strong, but you would add some cream later, because that’s how Namjoon liked it – and the warmth of another peaceful morning.

Two weeks.

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Ok but I keep thinking about like this a/b/o au where Crowley heads a dangerous cabal of people involved in anything from embezzlement to intimidation to murder. In exchange for protection for his and Zachariah’s company, Michael allowed Crowley to take his brother Castiel for “mating”, which they all knew meant “live-in fuck toy” but decided to ignore because Cas is an omega, he’s less than his Alpha and Beta siblings and most importantly, he’s a pawn to be used.
And at least Crowley didnt bite him, didnt officially make him his mate so he’s not bound to him, but the second Cas finds out he’s pregnant, something changes in his complacency to Crowley, and he immediately starts planning his escape. He wont let his child suffer through the trauma of living in Crowley’s power, or worse, risking his Aunt Naomi taking the child to groom him into another pawn in her and Zachariah’s twisted social climb. Especially if the pup presents as Omega.
So he sneaks into the computer at night, looking for cheap houses anywhere to rent, in small minuscule towns because they’re harder to find him in and Crowley will expect him to run to big cities where he’s got distant family in New York and Chicago. He swipes one of Michael’s bank cards and takes out $15000, grabs an old pickup truck from the company garage that no one will notice is missing (but he stills screws off the plates when he’s an hour out of LA), and bolts.
And then 2, 3 months pregnant omega!cas moving into a Alpha!dean’s small town in Lawrence, quiet, unannounced, and barely noticed. But Dean’s driving home from his mechanic’s shop with the windows rolled down because it’s July and 92 degrees out. He smells vulnerable pregnant omega cut through the air from the open window and slows down until he sees Cas, stooped in the small truck trying to pick up a box and get it in the house without putting the wrong amount of pressure on the tiny pup growing inside him. And dean can’t help himself because it’s hot as balls, the guy is pregnant, and he can’t smell anyone else’s scent around the truck so he’s definitely alone lifting heavy boxes and that’s so not good for a pregnant person.
Except dean doesn’t expect to see the absolutely terrified look in Cas’s eyes when an unfamiliar alpha gets too close to him and his pup, and suddenly he feels like he knows why Cas is pregnant and alone and quietly moving into a small town in Nowhere, Kansas. Cas of course, is terrified that Dean is an Alpha sent by Crowley to find him and bring the omega back to the abusive Alpha to whom his brother Michael basically sold him to.
So Dean backs up and slowly introduces himself, asks if he can help because he really shouldnt be doing heavy lifting in his condition, and its only a few boxes anyway. Cas is wary, but he doesnt smell anything unpleasant about dean under the layers of oil and grease and faint metallic smell that comes from spending hours fixing cars, so he lets dean carry the boxes into the house, just past the door. He doesnt tell dean his name, but Dean pointedly doesnt ask anything of Cas except how he’s feeling and if he’s in any pain. He refers Cas to Ellen, who’s got a pregnancy and pediatrics practice 10 minutes away, makes small talk about where to eat and get cheap groceries, offers to fix up the truck and tells him where Cas can find him most days, at work or at home seven blocks away. Cas only mutters a few short responses and
Dean doesnt see Cas again for almost two weeks, but worry and concern and something else compels him to drive by Cas’ house everyday and glance over to make sure everything looks okay. Then Cas shows up at the shop, looking down at his feet like a small child who’s been told to be seen and not heard, and asks if Dean can take a look at the truck, because its making weird noises.
And from there Dean slowly starts to wiggle his way into Cas’ life, dropping by the house to compulsively check on the truck, starts running through the park because he learns Cas like to read under the trees, shows up at Ellen’s office to bring by lunch more often since Cas got a job as a receptionist there. Cas starts to open up around Dean, starts laughing at his jokes and even letting it slip that Ellen thinks he could be a good medical assistant with the way he interacts with the omegas and kids that come into the office.
Dean’s obviously protective of Cas and the pup growing in his belly, always asks Cas how he feels and if he needs anything. Cas is 7 months pregnant when Dean finally asks Cas out on a date, no pressure, something casual like a movie. Cas says he’ll think about it, and then suddenly Cas calls out of work 3 days in a row, and Ellen gets worried and asks Dean to make sure Cas is ok. Cas doesnt answer the door, but Dean’s worried as shit that somethings wrong with Cas or the baby and he /technically/ breaks into the house but hes got a reason so it doesnt count.
But while Cas does have a little bit of a cold, he’s mostly wallowing in his bed, pregnant and anxious and hormonally and emotionally exhausted, and he finally tells Dean his story. Because he doesnt want to be someone else’s pretty little omega even though he knows Dean isnt Crowley or Michael or Zachariah and he knows Dean is a good person and Alpha and he wants to be with Dean more then anything but he doesnt want to go back to being less than a person.
And Dean just wraps him up in his arms and mutters nonsense into his ear until Cas calms down and promises that he’ll respect whatever Cas wants to do and wont go faster than what makes Cas comfortable and Cas nods, dried tears on his face, and asks if Dean would stay with him. Dean smiles and makes grilled cheeses for them and he lays in bed with Cas and they watch ridiculous reality TV until Cas is sleepily slumping onto Dean’s shoulder and Dean is yelling at every stupid person on the screen. And as he’s slowly drifting off while Dean rubs against the crick in his back, making sure not to put a possessive hand on Cas’ belly so he wont feel threatened, and the last thing Dean hears Cas say before he starts snoring softly is “this isnt the worst first date I’ve been on”, and Dean cant help but laugh, jostling Cas on his shoulder.
They go quickly from there, kissing a week later, sloppy and rushed handjobs within the month. When Cas enters his last month of pregnancy, he’s stuck in this constant seesaw between whole-body discomfort and horny like he’s in heat and unable to do anything about it since he’s officially too big for any kind of “strenuous activity”, and Dean just thinks he’s downright adorable when he pouts in his bed that he’s too big to do anything, especially after Ellen demands that she had better not see him for the next three months unless he’s coming in as a patient.
So they patiently wait until Cas bravely makes it through 32 hours of labor and baby Emma is born, and shes the most beautiful tiny little creature Deans ever seen, and he wants her to be his. As Cas doses off to sleep with the infant nursing at his chest, he mumbles over to Dean “as soon as I stop feeling like I got run over by an 18-wheeler, I’m gonna bite you, and you better bite me back.” and Dean just smiles and kisses Cas’ forehead and says “whatever you want baby,” and holds Emma in his arms after Cas falls asleep and she’s done nursing and just stares at the two perfect people who he loves so much.

YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I WANT TO EXPAND THIS INTO A 50K FIC AND POUR ALL MY EMOTIONS INTO IT AND I DONT HAVE TO TIME DX

ALSO how do I link people in posts, if anyone wants to give me a quick lesson????

anonymous asked:

I'm going to take you up on the offer of prompting a continuation of the christmas fake date fic, with Bucky's POV. It would be really nice to get to see their first real date/kiss at New Years. So if you ever feel inspired to write that, well, I know I'd love to see it at least! ~ R


Renting in the New Year 

Bucky believed in love at first sight. He knew for a fact it was real, because he kept fucking doing it. What he didn’t believe in was Happily Ever After.

He’d been in love with Steve Rogers from the first instant he’d seen him, freshman year of high school. Steve, tall, blonde, perfect, smart, talented, artistic. Head of the debate team. The Captain of the football team (the Patriots, and DAMN didn’t that boy look fine in his football uniform?) who’d taken it on himself to make the new kid from Indiana feel welcome. Bucky didn’t have a prayer. He’d nursed a crush and then when Steve had finally taken him up on an offer (Steve knew Bucky was queer, everyone knew Bucky was queer, he’d been flirting with Steve for years without expectations) Bucky’d said goodbye to his heart and given it over to Steve without reservation. 

One might think he’d learned his lesson. 

Wrong-o. 

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