earth groaning

Just Another Bucky Smut

Summary: Just a Bucky x Reader smut. There really isn’t much of a story, it’s mostly smut.

Warnings: Dom!(ish)andJealous!Bucky, smut

A/N: My brother walked in and saw me writing this and just sighed so I hope you enjoy the second hand embarrassment that comes with my life.

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A penny for a thought

From the wild moor

Red and gold , the banner of the brave house is lazily singing in the wind.
The sun is setting.
The hustling world breathes out a relieved sigh and fireflies light up the darkening land.
Bonfires are cracking in the dull light and embers sparkle in the soft evening air.
Someone is humming the tune of the latest song and low guitar cords mingle into it.

Sitting down you stare into the fire.
Warmth engulfs you and for a moment in time you are immortal.

A penny for a thought?

A thought of adventure.
Aren’t there mountains to climb and seas to cross?
Aren’t there fights to fight and minds to blow?
Right now you could jump off a plane with a parachute strapped onto your back.
Can you feel it?
The feeling of your heart plunging into your stomach?
The sound of the wind that whips against your body?
Right now you could be walking through a thousand year old forest.
Can you hear it?
The cries of a monkey, calling out for his mate?
The ever existing rush of life in the jungle?

Does it not make you feel drowsy?

Knowing that all that is out there?
Knowing that you have the possibility to grasp immortality just by LIVING!

Does it not make you feel afraid?

Knowing that all that is out there?
Knowing that you are going against the world just by living?


From glen

Blue and bronze, the colours of the wise house are clothing the sky at dawn.
The world awakes.
The darkness is leaving and makes space for the buzzing day.
The first birds are leaving their nests whilst chirping a greeting to the rising sun.
The sweet east-wind accompanies them and fills the air with promising fragrance.

Walking through the dew you look up into the clear sky. Your skin is still covered in goosebumps from the nightly cold but it wakes you up and clears your mind and
for a moment in time you are immortal.

A penny for a thought?

A thought of philosophy.
Aren’t there minds to fill with knowledge? Aren’t there books to read and worlds to discover?
Aren’t there paintings to finish and poems to recite?
Right now you could use your voice to bring ideas to life!
Can you see it?
A pirate, a knight, a fairy a friend.
You are raising your voice and life streams through the world. In a wirlwind you paint fight and reunions and first kisses and adventures.
You convey emotions and manipulate reality.
Can you feel it?
The power those words hold?
A sentence is enough to end a life. But a word can also let it begin.

Does it not make you feel excited?

Knowing that behind every cover is a new universe to discover?
Knowing that you are creator and destroyer of worlds?

Does it not make you feel scared?

Knowing that you are losing contact to your here and now?


From valley broad

Black and yellow, the banner of the steady house flutters on the wind.
The sun is standing high in the sky, leaving warmth and light in its wake.
The world is here and now. The day came swooping in and grasped your hand to run along. Life is pulsating through the arteries of the earth. The trees are groaning and the weeds are dancing. Bees and bears alike are heading out to follow nature’s call into the wild.

Laying in the grass you look up and shield your eyes from the sun, and for a moment you are immortal.

A penny for a thought?

A thought of perspective.
Aren’t we already sad enough?
Aren’t there little things to enjoy?
The perfect meal, prepared by a friend for a friend?
Watching animals work and realising that they are just as hardworking and down to earth as we are?
Tuning out the world to take care of yourself because you are worth to be looked after, and firstly by yourself?
Can you hear it?
The laughter or you and your friends because you understand the meaning and worth of your friendship?
Can you see it?
How that smile you gave to a stranger made their day because they thought they were hated by or for their own blood?

Does it not make you feel happy?

Knowing that your hardships will be honoured? Knowing that there is more to life than your success?

Does it not make you feel helpless?

Knowing that some people won’t understand the true feeling of joy?


From fen

Silver and green, the colours of the proud house adorn the nightly northern sky.
The moon and the stars are carefully watching over the sleeping world.
Silence has drowned out the never ending fuss of the day and finally thoughts are able to wander and sprout and bloom.
Only the wolfs howl in the night, their ancient song of hardship and pride. A tune that is as loud as thunder and trice as beautiful.

Walking through the darkness with only the moon as light you listen to the silent noise of secret life. And for a moment you feel immortal.

A penny for a thought.

A thought of freedom.

Aren’t there already enough heroes in this world?
Aren’t there other people that can be chess figures on a board?
Right now you could be running with wolves and dancing with snakes. You could be swimming against the current and tame the sharks in the water.
Right now you could be proving them wrong and yourself worthy.
Right now you could be reaching for the stars and leave your head in the clouds.
Can you feel it?
When the shackles of oppression fall apart?
When you can finally choose your own way?
The rain on your face, the wind in your hair as you run through the world and pursue your dreams?
Can you see it?
The future that you always wanted?
Painted in the colours of the milkyway, sparkling and bright and never fading.

Does it not make you feel giddy?

Knowing that you can go wherever you want to?
Knowing that you are your own person?

Does it not break your heart?

Knowing that the loneliness can be crushing?







a/n: The pack going to Disney World and Derek meets his soulmate who works there.

warnings: none

“Why are we here again?” Stiles complained for the thousandth time.

Lydia huffed,
“With all of the bad things that have happened to us in the last year I figured we could use a day at ‘The Happiest Place on Earth’.”

Stiles groaned and Derek had to refrain from smacking the crap out of him. In all honesty he agreed with Lydia, they needed to get out of Beacon hills for a little bit. But Disney Land? Out of all places she had to pick Disney Land.

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Idiot At The Wheel

He should have seen the dog.

He should have seen the damn thing as it crossed the road but instead he was too focused on the crude gestures that Beverly was making at his latest joke. If he had been focused on what he was supposed to be he would’ve slowed to allow the canine to cross in peace.

But he didn’t.

“Richie look out!” Beverly cried, gripping the door frame in complete terror. Richie responded the only way he knew how, swerving to avoid the unexpected obstacle. He tried to guide them to safety only to feel the pull of the wheels as they accelerated over the roads ditch. There was a horrific sound as his beat up truck crashed into the nearby tree. He felt his head slam against the steering wheel before blacking out.

“Oh my god Richie wake up!”

Richie groaned, feeling consciousness grip onto him. He fought its touch, willing himself to stay in the dark. He welcomed the unknown, its warm blanket protecting him from the real world. He could have stayed too, if the real world didn’t included Beverly Marsh.

Her shrill voice shouted into his ear, rattling him awake. His body bolted up, sending a shockwave of pain though his brain. A groan grew in his chest and a slew of cruse words soon followed the sudden brightness of the day. “What the fuck Bev?” He hissed, clutching his head.

“Thank god, I thought you were dead!” She exclaimed, pulling him into a very unwelcomed hug. Richie squirmed in her grasp, not feeling in the mood for her touch. “You were unconscious and I thought-“

“What happened?” He finally managed to ask once he had twisted from her grasp. He cringed as his surroundings slowly flooded back to him. Richie finally looked at his passenger, and his heart sank. She was bleeding from a cut on her lip and there was a yellowing bruise along her cheek bone. “Oh man, are you okay Bev?”

“Me?” She chuckled, “Are you okay! You took a hard hit against that steering wheel.”

Richie shook his head ignoring the pain, he forced his driver side door open with a loud squeal that the door offered in protest. His body slowly slid out of his seat and as soon as his feet touched the grass a wave of dizziness overcame him sending him to the earth. He groaned, again clutching his throbbing head.

“I think you need to go to the hospital.” Beverly exclaimed as she knelt beside him. She offered a comforting hand along his back and Richie fought the urge to lean into her for support. “I’m going to call Bill, he can pick us up and take us there.”

Richie felt a sudden sense of panic wash over him. He caught Beverly by the arm, stilling her before she could pull her phone from her pocket. “You can call Bill but don’t let him know.”

Beverly whined, “He will want to know Rich, he cares-“

“Beverly, don’t let him know. I mean it.” There was a little bite to his voice, and for a moment he thought she wasn’t going to cave but instead she nodded. Richie offered a small smile before letting go of her arm and laying his body in the lush grass. “If he knew that I crashed my car I’d be chopped liver.”

Beverly didn’t reply, instead frantically explaining their situation to her phone. Richie ignored her voice and watched the clouds. Their white fluff interested him, pulling him away from the painful situation at hand. He smiled, remembering the last time he had just laid and watched the sky. The boy who he had shared the perfect afternoon of cloud jumping with began to dance into his thoughts, pulling at his heartstrings.

“Bill’s coming.” Beverly whispered to Richie as she hung up her phone.

“That’s what you said last night.” He offered, not even looking over to her. Instead his gaze settled on the clouds as they painted the blue sky with their imperfections. A sudden tug at his heart reminded him that the boy who had once enjoyed the sky with was not here and in that moment he missed him more than he ever had.

He missed Eddie.

The hospital was almost too white. White walls, white sheets, white everything. Richie felt suffocated by pureness of the whole thing and wished he was anywhere but here. His leg jumped impenitently as he sat on the table, waiting for the doctor’s results. He couldn’t help but fidget with the hem of his hospital gown.

They had scanned his head. It nearly killed him to stay still that long but once it was done they had sent him to an exam room until they could clear him. “God I hate waiting.” He complained for what felt like the millionth time.

“Oh s-shut up trashmouth.” Bill exclaimed from the other side of the room, grimacing at the smell of ammonia that clung to the air. “Y-You’re just lucky y-your parents are ou-out of town, once t-they find out y-you’re going to be t-toast.”

“Na, Mike said baby is still drivable they won’t even notice. Trust me.” Richie corrected proudly, for once grateful for his parents neglect. “I’ll get a part time job to fix her bumper and she should be back to her full glory in a few months.”

“Oh yeah.” Beverly mused, popping her gum angrily. “And what about when he finds out?”

Richie groaned “Don’t remind me.” He mumbled, feeling a dull ache in head at the mention of the fury that he was sure to endure. “He is going to kill me.”

There was a loud commotion outside of the exam room, followed by the familiar screeching voice of their friend. “W-well, looks like y-your time will come so-sooner than later.” Bill mused, moving away from the door. Beverly only looked to the ground, taking time to also move from the doors pathway.

Richie shook his head, feeling his heart plummet to the ground. He barely had time to shoot Bill a look of fury before the door swung open. “Richie you son of a bitch.” A small, irritated voice called from the threshold.

There stood before him a very fumed teenaged boy. His chocolate hair was matted and messy, most likely caused by his own hands. The auburn eyes he carried burned into Richie’s skin with fury and if you looked closely you could almost see steam coming from his petite nose.

“Eddie, I was going to call you I just-“

“Shut your face trashmouth.” Eddie spewed, his tone caused the rest of the losers to cower at his wrath, “If Bill hadn’t called, I would have never known!”

Richie shrunk, glancing to a very sympathetic Beverly, “I told Bill what you said he just thought Eddie should know that-“

“Damn right I should know!” The smaller boy bellowed. “I should know when my boyfriend gets into a car accident! I think I have that right don’t you!”

Beverly didn’t respond, instead focusing on the carpet in shame. Bill finally found his voice, “I-I t-think we sh-should g-g-give these two s-some space.” Bill pulled Beverly from her chair, nearly carrying her out of exit.  

Richie looked to their friends as one last plead for help, only to be cut off by the door as it closed him off. Silence engulfed the two and the trashmouth looked past his boyfriend, unsure if he would even be able to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry Eds.” He whispered softly.

“Oh, you’re sorry?” Eddie hissed, crossing his arms. “How could you be so reckless Richie! You could have died!”

“It was just an accident. I’m fine okay?” He replied gently, still unable to look him in the eye. “There was a dog and I-I panicked. I didn’t want to call you because I know how worked up you get and-“

“You should have called me.” Eddie’s voice broke causing Richie to look at him fully, finally noticing the tears that had begun to stream down his cheeks. “When Bill called I thought you were-and then they wouldn’t let me see you and-and I just-“

“Oh Eds please don’t.” He mumbled, reaching out to his boyfriend and pulling him to his chest. Eddie began to sob, clutching to his hospital gown pathetically. Richie soothed him the best way he knew how, tangling his hand into his hair and running his fingers along his back. Richie felt his heart become heavy as he began to weep with him, silent tears of remorse fogging up his glasses.

“I thought you were dead.” Eddie choked, nuzzling deeper into Richie’s chest. “I can’t lose you Rich, I just can’t.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Richie soothed, tightening his grip on the small boy. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“I love you.” Eddies confession hung in the air gracelessly, taking the trashmouth by surprise. They hadn’t expressed their true feelings to one another yet and he had thought they wouldn’t for a long time. Yet here he was clutching onto his boyfriend with his strong feelings of admiration and affection flooding his mind. 

Eddie’s simple, yet endearing confession now flowed from him like a waterfall. “I love you Richie. IloveyouIloveyouIlove-“

“I love you too.” Richie admitted, burring his head into the smaller boy’s neck. “I love you so much Eddie.”

And Richie truly meant it.

Privileged (1/?)

Originally posted by lannistxrs

“The 100 are sent to the ground along with some unexpected ‘delinquents’ including *yn* Kane, the rebellious daughter of the infamous councilmen Marcus Kane. *yn* meets Bellamy Blake and the two take an immediate disliking to each other as their battle for power over the camp begins.”

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Notes: Based on 1x01 “Pilot” of the 100.

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“Prisoner 321 stand up and face the wall.” 

*yn* looked up from the floor and flickered her gaze to the familiar guards that were entering her cell. “I’m quite comfortable where I am, actually.” She replied from her spot on the bed.

“Now Kane.” One spoke gruffly which made her roll her eyes. “Fine.” She huffed as she stood up from her bed and made her way to the centre of the room.

A guard roughly grabbed her arm and shoved her sleeve down, exposing her wrist. “What is that?” She asked as he produced a wristband of some sort. She immediately flinched away as he brought it closer but the other guard held her in place. She struggled and let out a grunt of pain as he clamped the device around her wrist which illuminated the second it was in place.

“Lets go.” 

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Take the Trouble and Make It Double

Pairing: Earth 2!Barry x reader

Request: “Hi!!, i love your stories. Can i get a smut barry one shot when the reader is in love with him, but he is with Iris so she doesn´t say nothing until E2 barry appears and he notice her feelings and talk to her. The reader protects barry in a metahuman attack and get hurt. E2 gets mad with barry because he doesn´t realize that she loves him. E2 take care of her and spend time together, he falls for her and with time she too because he is always careful, dorky and cute around her.”

Warnings: smut, cursing

A/n: E1 Barry kinda sounds like a jerk in this oops.

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TITLE: I choose you


AUTHOR : tomcuddlesfic


GENRE: fluff / romance / 

FIC SUMMARY: OC asks Tom to attend a work function only to have Tom acting strangely.


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: I never wrote fan fiction in so long I forgot all the short forms. I legit didn’t know what to call my nameless character for the longest time until I remembered ‘OC’ 

Also, thank you guys for being so patient with me and for sticking around. I know I’m coming in and going like the breeze and I’m so unpredictable. Thank you to everyone who has sent in prompts for me to write. You guys are amazing! 

Also, let me know what you think. 

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Falling Stars (3)

Pairing: Slight!kilix modern!oblivious!reader in this one (fem reader btw) (shoot me a pairing!)
Word count: 909 Lmao sorry its so short                                                        Summary; You just wanted a normal day for once but turns out you just can’t and end falling into middle earth and accompanying Thorin’s epic quest        

Other Parts in this story—> (1) (2


It was freezing.

No, that had been an understatement. It was fucking cold, and all you had to protect yourself from the clutches of Jack Frost was a pathetic excuse of a blanket. Though, it was your fault you were a living snowman now. It was a spare one Gloín had somehow conjured up and with a great deal of reluctance he gave it to you after trying to swap it with his own newer, better one.

You regretted not taking up Bilbo’s offer when he insisted on sharing his thicker blanket with you now. You clenched your teeth as a shiver racked through your curled up form, a silent swear leaving your frozen lips.

This blows…

Your eyes flicked open and gazed longingly at Bilbo’s form across the camp. He looked warm and cozy. Maybe you could sneak over there? Nah, that was creepy and you’d rather freeze then have him freak out. You glanced at the dimming fire at the center of camp and an idea popped into your head. Of course, that meant you had to get up from your lovely position on the bumpy ground.

Stifling a groan, you managed to roll to your knees and shuffle close to the tiny flames, a few of your joints cracking as you moved. A smile crept onto your lips as thunderous snores echoed around the peaceful camp. Somehow it made you feel at home even if you had just met the boisterous dwarves and gentle Hobbit.

Your cold hands placed another minuscule log to feed the fire in hopes of regaining some feeling back to your fingertips. If there were more light you were positive they’d be blue. Oh well, if your fingers did fall off you could brag about it, much like the others did with their various scars and stories behind them. But loosing a finger to frostbite wasn’t exactly a story worth telling.


You jumped and toppled over, face landing in the soft earth. You groaned in frustration once you heard a light chuckle.

“I hate you.” You grumbled into the dirt.

Kíli scoffed and rolled his eyes before helping you up into a sitting position. The dark haired dwarf plopped down next to you and elbowed you playfully. “You love me.”

“Do not.” You hissed, biting your lip to keep the smile that threatened to form away. “I like worms more than you.”

“You wound me Ms. (y/n)!” Kíli cried softly, his hands placed over his heart in mock hurt. “I thought we were friends!”

“You wish.” You giggled.

“Mahal, you truly are wicked.”

You chuckled and elbowed him back before a violent shiver rushed through you from a chilly gust of wind. “Holy Balls, it’s cold.”

Kíli smirked and shuffled closer to you, close enough that you could feel his body heat through your blanket and tossed an arm around your shoulder. You couldn’t help but scoot closer under his arm in hopes of stealing some of that wonderful heat Kíli provided.

“You’re like a damn heater.” You mumbled partially to yourself, your numb fingers finding purchase on Kíli’s warm tunic.

“What’s a heater?”

“Um…it’s kinda like a portable fire?” You answered, forgetting  Kíli had no idea about the pleasures of modern technology. Poor dude…

“I wish we had one o’ those.” He said, grinning down at you.

“You and me both, Kee.”

Silence took over the conversation and as you stared into the flickering flames a horrible thought popped into your brain. Kíli must of noticed when your body tensed beside him, his warm chocolate orbs sending a questioning look.

“(y/n), are you alright?”

“W-what if I never get to go home, Kíli?”

Kíli’s brows furrowed slightly. He forgot you were from a world different from his own, you fit right in with all of them that he and the others barely noticed. He squeezed your shoulder and brought you closer to his side. You didn’t protest.

“Then you can live with us, dear (y/n).” He whispered, his goofy grin creeping over his lips. “I’m sure Thorin wouldn’t mind.”

You huffed and shrugged. “No offence, but I don’t think I made the best impression on your Uncle.”

You grimaced as flashbacks of the fateful day you told him he had a stick up his ass. You were surprised when Thorin didn’t drag you out into the forest that night and murder you executioner style. Though, there was still plenty of time for that…

“Bah,” Kíli said, waving off your words, “nonsense.”


“Don’t worry about it, (y/n).” Kíli reassured. “If my Uncle refuses, I’ll smuggle you in!”

That did not sound like a good idea.

“I don’t-”

“Will the both of ye shut yer traps?” A certain bald dwarf interrupted. “Ye both talk plenty ‘nough in tha’ day.”

The both of you jumped in surprise and after the initial spook, you both erupted in quiet giggles at waking the Hulk.

After your fit of giggles you reluctantly peeled yourself away from your personal heater, placed a soft kiss on Kíli’s cheek and wandered over to Bilbo’s side, oblivious of the bright red blush that put Clifford the Big Red Dog’s fur to shame on Kíli’s cheeks.

“Night, Kee.” He heard you say after you left his side.

He stuttered out a reply and placed a hand on where you had kissed him. The skin there still tingled and a large smile broke out across his face. No way in Hell would he ever let Thorin kick you out of the Company now…

Breaking the Rules (Hamliza Soulmate AU)

Eliza Schuyler had never been one for breaking rules.

She knew the way things were supposed to be. She knew how the world worked, the structures and paths that were all laid out for people to follow and she saw no sense in trying to go against all that. Of course, some people called the system restrictive. It did cause its problems. When one person’s world suddenly exploded into colour when the others stayed resolutely black and white. For two people on opposite sides of some divide or other, some imaginary line, to only find themselves staring at each other in full colour with just the brush of their wrists. When two people brushed up against each other in a train station, in a busy crowd on an apparently normal day, for one person’s world to suddenly tilt on its axis, for the black and white to jolt away only for them to turn around and find whoever had caused it just gone. Lost in the crowd. A person’s life could change at any moment, with no warning and no way out of it.

But those stories were few and far between. For most people the system worked fine. At some college party or maybe at your new workplace or maybe even the grocery store on some drizzly Saturday morning, a brush of skin and the black and white world you’d known since you first opened your eyes would slide away and that was it. Your soulmate. And your new life along with them. You introduced yourselves and made arrangements, simple as that. There was no awkward fumbling or uncertainty in most cases, just the knowledge that you and this person were meant to be together, in whatever capacity they saw fit. Love and marriage, in the majority. Unshakable friendship in others or a brotherhood stronger than anything, just a deep rooted, bone level bond between two people. It was security and safety and it couldn’t be denied, not with the evidence right there in front of you. Everyone knew that as soon as you made contact with your soulmate, then the black and white world became full of colour. Couples who had been together for years spoke fondly of the wonder that was colour, of being able to apply the simple concept of the word green to the leaves on the trees, of blue to the roiling sea, of red to the sky on a particularly beautiful evening. Of having abstract words become a gorgeous reality, all thanks to the one person who understood you and loved you in a way no one else could, thanks to finding your soulmate. From that very first touch.

Because those were the rules. First touch, a world of colour. Soulmates. Such a simple formula.

Eliza was more surprised than anyone to find that she was the one person who had broken the rules.

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Sometimes Rain Falls

A BTS Fanfiction

Type: AU/Alternative Universe

Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy…
But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…



Chapter 16

TAE-HYUNG - (The night before)

He watched her look around in confusion when she realized he’d disappeared from behind her, grinding his teeth angrily as he watched his brother comfort her in her apparent distress, circling her waist with his arms and burying his face in her neck.

He should be doing that.

The hunger pulls at his jaw, stretching his gums so that his fangs reveal themselves to the midnight air, the usual pain that accompanied them causing him to stumble back in agony, leaves crunching quietly under his feet, and he just about manages to escape the sights of his brother as he lunges back into the darkness. He ends up curled into the wet, cold, earth beneath him, groaning silently as he claws at his jaw, begging the pain to stop as tears leak from his eyes, and blood begins to drip from his gums onto the ground- this being a recent development in his distraught, yet determined, attempt at restraint.

When he finally manages to push the pain back enough to look back up in her direction, she’d gone.

He’d been so close once again…so…infuriatingly…close…

‘What are you doing?’

Its just as he takes a clawed swipe at the ground in his fury that he hears his voice, the question causing Taehyung to snap his head up in his direction and see his older brother languidly resting against a tree, appearing irritatingly at ease, until the smirk he’d been wearing dulls, and Namjoon’s eyes begin to widen as they catch sight of the blood trailing from Taehyung’s lips.


‘Leave me alone.’

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20 References

Characters: Reader, Cas, Sam, Dean

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Warnings: Language, lots of movie references

Word Count: 1182

Prompt: “Why are you apologizing?” (Bolded in the fic)

A/N: Hello all, this is my fic for @impala-dreamer OP4A Castiel Challenge, the prompt was as listed above. I had actually gotten the idea for this fic a while back. It was supposed to be one of my Halloween fics, but it didn’t really pan out. So, here it is for you now, so enjoy it.

A big thank you to @random-superwholock-images for helping me out with this one and keeping me company while I wrote it

italics= Reader’s actual dialogue/ what she means to say

FYI all of the readers dialogue is composed of movie quotes

*Let me know if you want to be tagged 


Originally posted by subcas

“It puts the lotion in the basket.” You say, face as serious as you can manage as you gesture wildly with your hands. You’re only met with Cas staring at you in confusion while both Sam and Dean ignore you entirely and continue with their research. You look the angel in the eye and put what you hope you hope is a menacing look on your face. “Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore!”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine to the reader being a guard to Noct & whilst guarding at camp, she sneaks off in the night to ward off the empire. The bros panic and look for her in the morning and find her seriously injured, wondering what to do next.

Okay, so I should explain that I got a bit carried away with this one— uh, a lot carried away actually. I think I just read “Noctis” and my sleepy-prince obsessed self just forgot that this was supposed to include the rest of the gang. Forgive me for that. Oh, and forgive the sinful fluff as well.



{1,654 words}

It had been just like any other night after everyone had their fill of Ignis’ cooking and retired for the evening. You were camping somewhere in the of south of Duscae, a small, remote little place, niched in between a thick forest and a steep crag, giving you ample protection. That’s probably why you had let your guard down more than what you often did— the false sense of security. You should had known that nowhere was safe with the Prince of Lucis in your party.

You bade Gladio a goodnight as he followed after Ignis and Prompto inside the tent, but Noctis lingered briefly outside, picking around the beans in his stew before setting the bowl on the folded table. With a check over his shoulder to make sure the guys weren’t coming back out anytime soon, he made his way over to you— a glint in his eyes.

“Hey,” he purred, hooking a finger in your belt loop and pulling your hips against his. You gave him a cheeky smile in return, your brain still subconsciously on high alert.

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Your Savior - 47

I apologize for the long delay between the previous chapter and this one! I’ve been struggling with a serious case of writer’s block regarding this part. I seriously have two chapters written that correlate with the new season already, but somehow getting through this part has been challenging. 

I’ve also taken some time to pursue several one-shots as a part of challenges that I’ve been tagged in. All of that plus work, and family, and moving into my third trimester really has slowed down my progress. I’ll try to get back to a tolerable posting schedule ASAP! I think this chapter may be a little shorter than normal, but I wanted to get something out to you sooner rather than later!


Any chapter in this fic may contain purposeful content by the writer to induce: emotional distress, anxiety, and all of the feels! It is NEVER my intent to cause vomiting! ;)   (Seriously, could be one of my fav convos ever!)

Any chapter may also contain: swearing, Negan being Negan, violence/gore, angst (see above), mentions of death, mentions of past sexual assault, PG adult contact, or smut (This is to avoid spoilers in future chapters. I guess read at your own risk.)

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Originally posted by alounelly

Chapter 47

The move into Negan’s room didn’t take long; even with the luxuries of living at The Sanctuary your belongings were few and far between, but somehow as you moved the last of your things into his room a strong sense of finality overwhelmed you. You had never imagined yourself happy with someone else after the loss of your husband, he had been your one and only true love and you still weren’t sure how you were surviving without him. You loved Negan, you didn’t want to, but somehow you were able to open yourself up to him. It wasn’t the same, could never be the same. Your relationship with Negan was complicated to say the least, and he could never begin to fill the void left in your heart by your previous husband, but he knew that and never tried. You knew it was the same with him and Lucille. He loved you, in his own way, but there would never be a baseball bat in your honor, his heart would always yearn for her no matter how close you were. 

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There is death in the soil here,
Harrowed and halting
Seething down among the dust.

Flesh-rot earth groans,
Shifts and shivers with
Gloom-tinged grief.

The garden is tainted.

The doom that came,
Red-raw and putrid,
Has festered and spread.

A doom devours,
Curls the leaves and
Melts the limbs.

What have I brought here?

What sickness gnaws my mildewed heart?

My own sunken soul?

My drawling, death-gowned

amykartys  asked:

Imagine Diana and Akko stuck somewhere after they fell off the broom and Akko is scratched and Diana decided to put some dressings on and just note that Akko has many scars

Diana plucks off some leaves that are stuck in her hair. She even finds a small twig by the back of her head. It’s annoying to have your hair get all messed up and knotted with bits of trees in it but better than being injured. Diana knows she will feel some bruises in the morning here and there and maybe a small cut or two but nothing serious. Where she landed was a soft patch of earth thankfully.

A groan catches her attention. Diana looks over her shoulder to see Akko sitting up. The blur of everything that has happen comes back to Diana. Akko had finally managed to get in the air by herself but being Akko, it didn’t last that long. Her flying went haywire and the two girls ended up colliding right over the forest. Diana wonders where her broom went off to but first thing first, make sure Akko is alright.

Shakily, Diana gets to her feet. Maybe she has more wounds than once thought but she can walk. Walking is good. Akko, meanwhile, seems to be struggling to her feet. She manages to get on one leg but whenever weight is placed on the other, it comes out from under her.

“Damn it,” Akko hisses under her breath after falling back down on her bottom. She starts to rub her left leg, wincing when her fingers brush a bleeding, jagged wound.

“You alright?” Diana asks. She kneels down by Akko and moves her hands away. “You really know how to hurt yourself, don’t you?”

“So what if I get hurt a lot? Not like I’m killing myself.”

“But you could if you aren’t careful. I know you are trying to prove yourself but risking injury isn’t always the best way to go about things. Look at you now. You can barely stand.”

Diana starts to dig in her small bag she has brought with her and pulls out a small bottle and a piece of cloth. “You’re lucky I carry around essentials when we fly out farther. This will sting so try not to kick me as a reflex.”

Before Akko can protest, Diana pours some of the clear liquid on the wound. Akko flinches—had it not been for Diana using her other hand to hold Akko’s leg down she would have been kicked—and bites down on her lip to prevent a shout from coming out. As quickly as it comes, the pain fades away. Akko sighs in relief as Diana starts to cover the wound with the cloth.

As she dresses the cut, Diana notices small scar on Akko’s leg from past injuries. Some are old and faded and some seem a little new. Even on the exposed skin from the arm that rest on the top of her leg, Diana notices other past reminders of failure’s.  

“How often do you hurt yourself that you have scars all over you?”

Akko stays quite for a moment before answering. “A lot. I have been getting better since my magic skills are also getting better but I just want to learn and be who I aspire to be so I keep pushing myself as hard as I can. I don’t know if you would understand struggling all the time, coming from a long line of witches.”

Diana does not answer. She finishes patching Akko up before standing up and sticking her hand out. “Just be easier on yourself. A witch who may not be the greatest but can still learn is better than a dead one.”

Akko nods and takes Diana’s hand. She is lifted to her feet. With the help of Diana, Akko wraps her arm around the back of Diana’s neck to support herself as she keeps her injured leg up. “Thank you…”

“You are welcome. Let’s find the brooms and then find our way out of here.”

Request: Hello there and good morning, wherever you are. I love your writing and love to just indulge in it after my day. It’s my birthday today. ☺️Could you write a little something about Mr. Jack and his Missus on her birthday? Something along the lines of a trip within Scotland or something? Whatever you like, fluff or smut, I don’t mind 😊 Keep up the lovely work! Xx

A/N: A very happy birthday to you love 💕

It was exactly 12:01 am when you were awoken from your sleep. You opened your blurry eyes, only to see the smiling face of your husband staring down at you.

“Jack? Why the hell are you waking me up at midnight?” You asked him, rubbing a hand over your eyes.

“Because ye need to pack real quick and get ready te leave.” He told you, his smile widening.

“What on earth for?” You groaned, pushing him away and throwing a pillow at him.

“We’re leavin’ fer Scotland in 2 hours. It’s a very special day.” He laughed, coaxing the pillow out of your hands. You glared up at him, beginning to grow annoyed.

“Am I missing something?” Jack full on snorted, shaking his head with fondness.

“Ye forget every year. Ye’d think fer once ye’d remember yer own birthday.” He teased, watching you with amusement.

“What?” You started, sitting up in shock. “Blimey! It’s August 22nd already?”

“I love ye, I do. But sometimes I worry about ye.” Jack joked, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips. “Now come on ye numpty, we’re on a time crunch.”

Hours later you were roaming the streets of Glasgow, already having gone to a few museums and hiked through the Linn Park forest. He had also rented a kayak, so the two of you had gone kayaking through the river there.

After the fun day out, he took you to dinner at your favorite restaurant in Scotland; Dakota’s bar and grill. At dinner he gave you a beautiful diamond necklace, with earrings to match. He also got you tickets to see your favorite football team play, to which you had jumped across the table and hugged him for. Obviously football took priority over jewelry.

Now you were walking towards the hotel you were staying at, feet aching after spending the last few hours at a dance hall. Jack didn’t really care for dancing all that much, but he would do it for you. And seeing your eyes light up when you saw the sign earlier had made it all worth it.

All in all it was one of the best birthdays you had ever had, and definitely one you would never forget.

“Thank you Jack, you always know how to make my birthday special.” You told him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“Anythin’ fer me favorite girl.” He responded, pressing a kiss to your temple before pulling away to hold open the door for you.

“I better be your only girl.” You teased, bumping his hip affectionately as you passed.

“Well…” He joked, causing you to turn around and slap his chest playfully. “Alrigh’ alrigh’.” He chuckled, raising his arms in defense. “I’m only jokin’, yer me one and only, ye know tha’.”

“Better answer.” You told him, before a smirk lit up your face. “Though I can’t say the same for you.” You ran towards the elevator, Jack chasing after you once he realized what you meant.

“Take it back!” Jack shouted playfully, hands gripping your hips and pulling you into his chest. He dragged you into the elevator, cornering you against the back wall.

“Don’t you dare!” You cried out, eyes wide as one of his hands moved to your stomach. The next moment he was tickling you mercilessly, causing you to burst into laughter.

“Take it back!” He demanded, glee dancing in his eyes as he watched you struggle.

“N-never!” You stuttered, trying to push him away. His other arm only held you tighter, holding you in place.

“Then I’ll never stop.” As he continued his assault, tears began to form in your eyes from your laughter. You couldn’t take it anymore, so you decided to admit defeat.

“Alright!” You laughed, causing him to pause in his actions. He stared down at you expectantly, eyes locked on yours. “I take it back. You’re the only one for me too.”

“Better answer.” He mocked, causing you to playfully roll your eyes. He grabbed your hand once the elevator door opened, leading you to the hotel room.

“I’m so tired, I don’ think I could move a muscle.” Jack spoke as he entered the room, flopping down on the bed face down.

“That’s a shame. I was going to see if you wanted to join me for a shower. Guess I’ll just have to take one myself.” You teased, turning around and walking towards the bathroom.

You heard the sheets ruffle on the bed, and moments later arms were grabbing you from behind and throwing you over his shoulder.

“No without me ye ain’.”

The Storm Plains


Mordeadus - homebrew


There are no countries in this region


Human, dwarves, undead


This region is vast with the countries of Mordak, Ravien, Darjrick, Moors, Vertilli, Glongia, Kalithan, Rallvien and Kris surrounding the area like the letter C.
The region is larger than all those countries combined; it is made up of black rocky hills and old pine forests.


There are no settlements in the region other than the a few dwarven fortresses. The dwarves were once part of a larger kingdom but have since fallen into a few small strongholds knit together by trade and alliances. Each stronghold will appear to be a series of short towers built on top of tall hills but thez are connected underneath by a series of polished stone tunnels.

Entrance into the strongholds will require going into one of the tower, each of which is garrisoned at all times by at least a squad of dwarven warriors.

Architecture Style

The dwarves build with black rock and highlight their structures with bronze.

Through every wall and building, there is a network of bronze tubes with currents of lightning run through them at all times. These are not for the reasons most assume. Due to the highly electrical nature of the Storm Plains, the dwarves use the bronze tubing as a grounding device to absorb the constant lightning strikes, preventing themselves or their structures from being hit.

Clothing Style

The dwarves wear mostly black furs with bronze armor and jewelry. Each will carry a grounding rod that is either attached to a harness on their built or stays in a holster to be used when traveling. The rod is not used to attract lightning as the dwarves know it is lethal at that range to be struck, but instead de-energize the air around them. The rod, when used will spark and zap at the top and to the drwaves this means at the least the area around them is being drained of static electricity.


The dwarves worship Mother Earth and Sister Bronze.

Mother Earth is represented as a pregnant woman carved from stone carrying the entire dwarven race. She is about birth life and stone.

Sister Bronze is an angular featured dwarf with a hammer and shield. She is about battle strength and protection, which the dwarves usually pray to for protection from the lightning.

There are other religions spread out among the Storm Plains known as the voices, worshiped by crazy cults and madmen. These cults usually require sacrifices and blood to appease their deity, and the followers are on the lookout for travelers or even sneak into dwarven fortresses to prey with their knives.

Below are some examples of the Gods. they are usually strange beings covered in claws tentacles and teeth without humanoid form - one can think of a Cthulhu monster in some cases.

Xixxilth: The God of blood and madness, appears as a pool of blood and eyes with dozens of fangs and maws.

Tallillxx: The God of blindness and hallucinations, appears as a dozen limbs and torsos of sticky flesh with an oozing open chest cavity and a dozen tentacles.

Xillxoluth: The God of decay and self mutilation, appears as a fleshy orb of claws.
Note: There can be many more, they could be independent demons trying to gain power or one demon with many forms. You could even have these be beings of the far realm.


The dwarves rule by houses, each house is made up of guild, each guild made up of unions.

Every crafts person in the drwaven strongholds forms a union with their family.
Example: A baker will have a shop and forms a union with its employees and family.

Every crafts person of the same craft throughout all the strongholds forms a guild. Each guild pledges themselves to a house which is usually a rich merchant or noble. The houses will gather every few years and vote for lords of a stronghold and a king of the strongholds.

If a leader is not serving the will of the houses, then the houses will gather and have them replaced.

The dwarven leadership will tend to gain the support of the house nobles more so than the people as it is the houses that decide who is in power. It is not uncommon for a corrupt lord  or king to stay in power for decades or even a lifetime if the majority of house nobles can benefit from their leadership.
Note: The miners guild is the most prominent and sought after guild for a house noble as it usually ensures that house has the most power.


The dwarves are mostly miners and trade polished stone, gems and ore for food and supplies.


The storms

Throughout the vast region of the Storm Plains, there is a constantly swirling lightning storm. The storm never stops and hasn’t stopped for 100s of years. No one knows the cause, but some believe it might have something to do with old dwarven technology long since forgotten.

The sky is dark and the sun never shines in the region. The region is constantly buffeted with howling winds and lightning strikes, making any travel difficult. There is little rain but it has been known to hail or even snow with blizzard like conditions for periods of times, lasting a few minutes to months, often trapping travelers or making travel almost impossible.

A lesser effect of the region is the highly charged electrical energy often causing armor and weapons to spark, hair to stand on end and persons receiving painful, although harmless, shocks with everything they touch. It is the equivalent of someone who is always rubbing their socks over a carpet.
Note: Every 6 hours a player spends in the Storm Plains, they must roll a save or be struck by lightning.

The cult

Hiding throughout the Storm Plains are the cults mentioned in religion. They are mad possessed persons who fled to this region hiding in the rocks and ruins worshiping their corrupt deity.

The cultists will tattoo the name and likeness of their God upon their skin and draw it everywhere, giving any travelers a chance to turn back.

Almost everyone who goes crazy or whose minds breaks is pulled to this region, the Storm Plains having some draw on the mad.
Note 1: Any player who suffers insanity will have visions of the Storm Plains and call of the ancient Gods buried within. While a player is insane, they will try to make their way to the plains to join a cult or find an area with a voice and start their own.
Note 2: As mentioned in religion, the cause for this can be several: demons trapped in dungeons below the earth, portals to hellish planes or even the far plain overlapping this one.


Due to the highly charged nature of this regions, lightning and composite elementals are often spawned from the energy here.

Not at first aggressive, the region’s voices warp the elementals into a more corrupting form. The elementals will grow claws, tentacles, extra limbs, eyes and etc. They will often join a cult or travel in lone packs hunting travelers or attacking strongholds.
Because of the storm and the voices of the region, stopping the elementals is impossible, the only thing someone can do is keep their numbers low. If left unchecked, sometimes huge swarms of corrupted elementals travel like a swarm pouring into surrounding countries or even overwhelming entire dwarven strongholds, making an already small nation even smaller.

The abandoned strongholds

The region is dotted with dozens if not 100s of old dwarven strongholds long since abandoned. Elementals, cultists and undead now fill their halls with many of the riches since plucked by past adventures. The reason for the strongholds being abandoned is uncertain. With legends and stories and myths coming in the 100s.

Some have died due to powerful electric storms, others starvation from being buried under a 100 feet of snow, others overrun by elementals while still more lost entire populations due to madness and the voices.

Some would say it a series of bad luck or the signs of a changing time, the dwarves are no longer masters of the Storm Plains, but in the old stories there were no Storm Plains, only the vast dwarven empire known as Ulenguard.

The ones who know about Ulenguard believe the dwarves are cursed or did something to create the storms and voices, bringing about their own destruction.
Note: There is a legend players can uncover in old ruins or through old text. It is known as the Voice of Ulenguard. 

A 1000 years ago the dwarves were the largest nation of Mordeadus and well on their way to becoming an empire. Powerful and proud, their bronze and black stone strongholds glimmered in the sun and their numbers were counted in the millions.
It was said the dwarves dug into the earth seeking riches and the earth was ripe with gems and gold ore.

As the treasure of the dwarven halls filled to overflowing, one should have been satisfied with the wealth, but the dwarves were not and continued to dig. Some say a voice called to them of even greater wealth. The mine masters ordered their workers to dig night and day, promising the nobles, lords and king a wealth beyond all imagining.

The earth groaned and cracked with each hit of the pick and the deep mines began to collapse. Entire mining parties went missing and still more went mad.

This should have been a warming to stop, but the mining masters continued their efforts sending 10s of 1000s to their death as more and more went mad. It was said eventually the masters hit a strange black stone that hummed and spoke the most beautiful words and gave the most amazing visions that the masters of the mine had found the ore of God.

After that, much of the information is lost but it is those who know the tale that believe the storms took hold and most the dwarves went mad killing each other and in day, half the kingdom fell as dwarves cannibalized each other in the streets.

The God ore, the ancient voice as only a few know it as, believed somewhere in one of the abandoned dwarven mines is still active and exposed the reason for everything. “Find it and cover it back up, hide what was supposed to be hidden and the curse is over”, some say but then again those are only tales.

A/N: hello I’m back and yes, I’m not dead

A soft knock on the door snaps Steve out of his trance, a soft-spoken “Hey.” eases the tension on his shoulders. 

“What are you doing up so late?” Tony asks, wrapping his arms around Steve’s shoulder from behind, his breath ghosting his ear. It’s amazing how Tony’s weight on his shoulders makes him feel like he’s got less weight. “I was starting to wonder if I was going to spend the night alone.” 

“Sorry,” Steve exhales, the tension crashing onto him again like bricks being thrown straight at him. “I got caught up in work and-” 

Tony nuzzles his nose against his neck, softly saying, “I didn’t mean it like that,” He takes a step back and spins Steve chair around so their face to face with each other. “I get worried, is all.” 

“Yeah,” Steve sighs, running his fingers through his hair. “I’ll get these done, just wait a minute-” 

Tony’s hands stop him from spinning around the chair again, and suddenly Steve is staring into deep chocolate eyes that are a few inches away from his face. Tony smiles, gently and beautifully that Steve can’t help but bring his hand up to stroke his cheek. “Come,” Tony says as he takes Steve’s hand in his, guiding him towards the couch in front of the fireplace. 

Tony sits close to him, head on his shoulders, making him feel warm and content like he always does when he’s near. “I know sometimes you have to work long hours,” Tony says, ever the understanding person. “But why do I always get the feeling that you feel alone in this?” 

The question hangs in the air, Steve’s fingers that were stroking Tony’s side stills and suddenly, there are calloused fingers on his jaw, turning his face to the side, “Look at me, darling.” Tony whispers. “Believe me when I say this, you’re not.” 

“I know that.” Steve mutters. 

“Do you?” Tony asks, but he doesn’t let Steve finish because he says, “I know you feel like you’re carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders but sweetheart, you’re not alone in this. Not anymore.” 

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Irresistible // Barry x AU Zombie Hunter!Reader

Request: Can you do a Barry au smut imagine where the team travels to another earth plagued by zombies and they meet the reader who leads a group of survivors (all women because girl power) and Barry is kind of turned on by her badassness and strength then smut happens

Warnings: killing zombies and smutty-ness.

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