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{PART 24} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Despite everything that has gone wrong for you; you feel like life might start to have a better outlook as Jungkook takes all measures to keep you safe. However, a storm is coming; one that grips and pulls at the strongest winter coat…before you find yourself making the biggest mistake of your life to date.

“The lull, or the calm before the storm took it’s place in the atmosphere, in both of their hearts and their minds. ‘Tread carefully’ he warned her, but she slipped from his grasp the moment he blinked”

Not rated M, but be warned there are some scenes of a suggestive sexual nature.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1} // {Part 23} {Part 24} {Part 25}

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Vague Reckoning

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 3467

Warnings: Angst to Fluff to Smut. NSFW gifs.

@kazekagegirl​ asked “Could you do a Bucky x reader where the reader is hard on herself every time she’s messes up or does something the wrong way, she thinks she has to perfect, she thinks she screws up a lot when in actuality she don’t. Well one day her and Bucky get into it and she becomes emotional and he tells her she is not a screw up, she more than what she gives herself credit for, they argue and he storms off they make up and possibly smut. It’s different but if you can please and thank you.”

A/N: So I finally have time for all the requests! Request away people :) I changed the request a tinsy bit. Hope you don’t mind. Let me know if you want to be tagged.

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anonymous asked:

Mccree, Hanzo, Junkrat, and Soldier 76 reacting to s/o who had an abusive past relationship and gets really frightened in loud arguments (the boys know of this btw). They end up arguing and they lift their hands while arguing and s/o covers their head in fear of being hit. What do they do in response. Sorry if this is hard to understand!

I was actually having a conversation about this w/ a friend the other day. Hope you don’t mind HCs!


  • The moment he lifted his hands, he knew he’d messed up.
  • Watching you cower in fear in front of him hurt his heart.
  • All he wanted to do now was hug you.
  • “I’m so sorry, sweetpea.”
  • His hands were at his sides now, and he’d approach you slowly.
  • “Please forgive me?”
  • The moment you gave him an indication that he could hug you, he would.
  • The hug would be gentle, yet reassuring. His hands would be on the small of your back, and his face would be buried in your neck.
  • He’d offer to make it up to you by taking you out for dinner.
  • Doesn’t even remember why you two were arguing.


  • He was puzzled as to why you’d suddenly backed away from him.
  • He’d look over and notice that his hands were in the air, and it was then he realized how threatening he looked.
  • He would slowly reach his hands over towards yours, grabbing them gingerly
  • “Please do not cower from me, I would never hurt you.”
  • His voice would be low as he spoke to you, trying to get you to look at him.
  • He would feel bad for raising his voice and his hands, which he would reflect in his face.
  • As you loosened up, he’d slide his fingers in between yours, bringing your hand up to his lips
  • He’d kiss each finger individually, whispering affectionate words into your fingers in Japanese.

Soldier: 76

  • Even though he knows you don’t like it, it’s hard for him to not do it whenever he gets angry.
  • He’s still used to dealing with subordinates, and anytime he caught himself doing it to you, he’d scold himself.
  • He’d lower his hands and his voice quickly, his baby blue eyes would be look very apologetic.
  • “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He’d reassure you that he would never lay a hand on you.
  • Would ask you if you’d like him to leave
  • You, of course, would refuse.
  • It takes him a minute before he gets the idea to embrace you.
  • When he does, he’ll thread his fingers through your hair, patting the back of your head tenderly.
  • “Forgive this old dog for being stuck in his ways.”


  • Like Jack, he’s a very big offender of throwing his hands up when he’s mad.
  • He tries his best to control himself when he’s angry, but it usually happens anyway.
  • Every time he sees you flinch, he gets angry at himself.
  • The last thing he wants to see if you scared of him; he didn’t want to scare away the only person who cared about him so much.
  • He’d start apologizing profusely.
  • “I’m so sorry, darl’. Please don’t be mad, I didn’t mean to do that.”
  • He would look like he’s on the verge of tears until you uncurled yourself from your defensive position.
  • Every time, without warning, he’d scoop you up into a loving embrace.
  • Always scared that you’ll end up hating him for his short temper.

lettiekim  asked:

Hiii the story you wrote about Andrew and Neil that I asked for awhile ago was awesome even though I know it was a hard one. I was wo dering if you can do 98 about Ronan and Adam?

(that is SWEET and also I bastardized your prompt a little >:))

98: “I want to thank you for putting up with me. I know that I’m not the easiest person to get along with.” 

He’s locking up the repair shop with his arms full of backpack and keys clamped between his teeth when someone honks behind him. He startles so hard that everything landslides down onto springy wet grass.

“Sorry!” Gansey calls, head popped outside of what must be the pig, if Adam could see past the dizzy glare of the headlights. “I’m in a bit of a hurry. You’d better come sit down.”

Adam breathes deep, mentally slicing his evening into pieces like he always does when an expensive car rolls up and his name is called. He stoops over to gather the textbooks spilling out of his bag, the scatter of his few precious pens and his bike lock.

When he looks up, Gansey’s switched on his high beams to passive aggressively hurry him along. He slows down a little out of halfhearted spite.

Adam tucks his backpack through the headrests to the backseat and then leans into the front of the car to look at Gansey expectantly. He’s making a face that’s about as close to a grimace as a Gansey can get.

“Ronan ran away.”

Adam blinks. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Gansey breathes. Adam feels his newborn worry ebb and blink out.

“Well he’s at home, then. He’s not going to run far from the Barns.”

“That’s what I’d imagined, but he’s nowhere on Lynch property. Blue and I went on a merry hunt all afternoon.”

Adam feels his chest kick and fight and try to make a scene. “And you didn’t tell me until now?” He hates that his voice sounds like the raw insides of undercooked meat, like he’s delicate and bloody.

“Well we thought it was fixable, and you were at work—“

“I’m always at work, Gansey, and it’s never deterred you before. If my— if Ronan really did disappear—“

“He did,” Gansey says emphatically, and Adam frowns.


“Knocked on my door at 6 am this morning holding this.” He produces a sheet of torn off looseleaf from his breast pocket and hands it to Adam gingerly.

Adam unfolds it.

Tell Adam I’m sorry.

He looks up, swallowing. Gansey’s watching him closely, obviously trying to gauge a response.

“At least he’s started apologizing,” he says weakly, a thin needle of hurt pinning his words together.

“It doesn’t seem like he’s starting anything,” Adam says, his anger and worry taking each other by the throat. “He’s giving up.”

“I think,” Gansey says, “that he’s very bad at grieving.”

“No one’s good at grieving. Not that you’ve ever had to know.”

Gansey recoils. He has a flighty look on his face like he would very much like to abandon this conversation if it weren’t taking place in his most prized possession. “I’m not the one that left, Adam,” he says pointedly, and Adam swears, apologizes, and climbs into the passenger seat.

“Take me to the Barns.”

Gansey looks at him sideways, and Adam would have the pity in his eyes for a punching bag. “He really isn’t there.”

“I know,” Adam says impatiently, “I’m going to steal his car.”

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To Become A Hunter

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sister!reader, John Winchester, Sam Winchester [mentioned]

Words: 3900+ (I’m really sorry about that, but there was no good place to split it)

Warnings: Can’t think of anything specific, really, maybe just that there’s going to be a verbal fight, I dunno. Maybe a bit of swearing, not too much.

A/N: This is the fic I was talking about! It’s a pre-series sister AU, that takes place in between around 2003. Dean is 24, Sam is 20 and at Stanford and you are 17 years old. It’ll also be a mini-series, so there’s more parts to come. It might be a bit all over the place, but I was trying to create a certain feeling. (I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I hope you like it!)

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Originally posted by xohollandroden

Your name: submit What is this?

Hunting is hard, and that’s no surprise, really. It’s physically challenging, you have to be smart, have technique, and it’s just hard emotionally as well. And, not only is it hard, but you hate it as well.

Okay, hate is a strong word, but things about it, you really do hate. You hate the way you have to sacrifice what feels like everything for it. You hate the way you feel like you miss out on life. You hate the pain and the constant fear. You hate the way it forces you to see the world more black and white instead of with all the shades of grey. You hate the way you get shut down every time you question this. You hate the way your dad responds with ’because you have to’ when you ask ’why?’.

John Winchester used to be in the military and it shows, you could testify to that. All your life he has been hard on you and your brothers. But, despite this, you are not afraid to stand up to him, question him, call him out. Although it often comes with consequences.

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You Look Good on Me

Characters: CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1627

A/N: One-shot written for @casbabydontgoineedyou / Katie’s 1K Writing Challenge / prompt #18 - The last time you made dinner, you caught the kitchen on fire. NSFW/18+ readers/adult content – oral sex, female receiving (come on, who doesn’t fantasize about this angel between their thighs?).

Summary: Fluffy, adorable, eager-to-please-you Castiel likes the way you look in his white button down shirt the morning after a night of incredible sex. So much so, he wants to make you breakfast.

(not my GIF)

Lebanon Times daily newspaper tucked under one arm, paperboard Gas ‘N Sip coffee cup clasped in hand, whistling low to the classic rock tune of Smoke on the Water, Dean Winchester leisurely rambled by the bunker’s kitchen threshold. Several paces beyond the door, he stopped up short, coffee sloshing from the ill-fitting plastic lid to splatter his leather shoes, brow furrowing, brain incrementally registering the odd sight presented to his peripheral vision. Gravitating backward, he craned his neck, peering into the kitchen, calmly confirming with a bob of his head that Castiel was indeed situated at the counter attempting to assuage an angrily beeping coffee maker into producing a fresh pot while wearing nothing but crinkled white boxer shorts. Dean scanned up and down the empty hall and around the otherwise unoccupied room before clearing his throat to announce his presence.

Cas snapped shut the top of the ornery contraption, effectively silencing it. Angling to regard his friend, he cordially nodded in greeting, “Good morning, Dean.”

Dean stepped through the door, an amused smirk overtaking his features, “Uh, Cas, look man, it’s great to see you finally making yourself at home, but where the hell are your clothes?”

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Exo reaction to public teasing


A little shy where public skin ship is concerned Minseok wouldn’t be the one to initiate this. Although he definitely knows his way around teasing he just wouldn’t want to take it outside the bedroom. It would take you wanting to get a little revenge for his hour of teasing the other night during a meal at the dorms. Sitting around the table Junmyeon forced the members to have one meal together, you would lean into Minseok’s shoulder. Playing with his hand with one of yours on the table to put him at ease you slid your other hand under his shirt, tracing over his abdomen lightly with your nails, sliding gradually lower.  He would quickly jolt and grab your hand hard, pushing it away before shaking his head resolutely at you, eyes hard. You best be prepared for the consequences.

“If you think you’re getting away with that Y/n.

Originally posted by minseoxual


Junmyeon would prefer to do the teasing than have you tease him. Most of the time he’ll be very affectionate and attentive towards you especially around the boys where he’ll feel responsible somewhat. Sometimes however when he’s had a particularly testing day you’ll feel his knee bump into yours at the dinner table with the everyone as his hand slips slowly up the inside of your thigh, leaning in to whisper all the things the things he wanted to do to you right then, how he’d mark you softly when you were finally alone, hear the moans of his name. All this while his hand journeyed further up your thigh and pressed harder where you felt him most, your hand gripping your glass harder as you struggled to keep quiet while leaned smugly back. But only some days.

Would you like to continue this in my room y/n

Originally posted by joonmyunworld


Whilst Yixing was by no means innocent you knew you had miscalculated this move. Eating chicken with the rest of Exo you were sat next Yixing who, through no fault of his own, had not been around much due to scheduling. You had missed him. A lot. So as he was chuckling with Baekhyun over a funny story during filming you slowly slid you hand over his muscular thigh and up over his zipper, feeling him tense slightly. He looked at you shocked, an expression you knew not to push on his face. No teasing for him then. But that didn’t mean the minute you got home he didn’t immediately back you up against the doorframe, that smirk curled over his plump lips, trailing his fingers over your back as his dark eyes look into yours, teasing your shirt up.

Baobei, not in public, and tonight I’m going to make sure you remember that in detail.

Originally posted by just-exobangtan


 Baekhyun is playful and this would be something he would often start but never follow through just to see your frustrated reaction. He wanted to make sure this was something you’d be comfortable with but just never got around  to it so you would take matters into your own hands. When you first felt his knee slowly nudge your legs open while you sat opposite him on a date you smiled at him nonchalantly. Slipping your foot out of your heel you traced your foot up the inside of his thighs before pressing gently over his jeans, internally smirking at the the way his body shook in his seat. His eyes snapped to yours and he laughed breathlessly while you used his hand to push your foot back down.

Okay okay, you’ve learnt some things and I deserved that.”

Originally posted by ethereal-baek


Chanyeol would be a fan of pushing his luck with you just to see how you’d react but would always have your interest in mind, never wanting to upset you. Inviting you to his little studio where he had some friends in the other room working on their own music, he giddily closed the door to his own room to show you his new song. Sitting you on his lap he played the song which you immediately heard his deep melodic voice spilling out less than innocent lyrics. Of course it got to you, you’re only human. Shifting uncomfortable on his lap as you cleared your throat you turned to praise his music when his hand teasingly ground you down on his lap, kissing your neck gently as he did- the song on repeat. You hoped so bad no one would interrupt him. 

Did you prefer my singing or my mouth on your skin~

Originally posted by glamourpcy


Out of the boys Jongdae would be the most into this. Snuggled on the sofa watching a thriller film with the rest of the boys you leaned your head on his shoulder, pressing closer at a particularly tense part. His face would flush a little when you accidentally gripped his upper leg in surprise, eyes glued to the screen, leaving Jongdae with a rising problem as you kept your hand there forgotten. Looking around the darkened room he would pull the blanket over you more, trailing his hand up your leg and smirking when you glanced at him I in shock when he tugged your underwear. Chewing your lip at his expression you’d lean closer into him, biting his shirt to muffle the sounds his fingers were steadily drawing from you. Luckily when Chanyeol glanced over he thought how sweet it was Jongdae was comforting you during the film.

Originally posted by royaldyo


Kyungsoo would be one of the more shy ones out of the boys about this. He would be comfortable trying new things with you and would love it when you tease him to provoke him sometimes however he’d be less ethusiastic about this outside the bedroom. Sitting on his lap while you watched Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Jongin play against each other on a game Kyungsoo wrapped his arms around you and cuddled in. You burst into laughter as Baekhyun was defeated by Jongin and felt Kyungsoo stiffen under you and used his large hands to move you slightly down his lap. Smirking to yourself you subtly shifted back and rolled your hips as you laughed to avoid suspicion, his hands immediately at your waist and low voice breathing hard by your ear.

Just what do you think you’re doing?!”

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo


You sat in the dark cinema at the back row, Jongin having earlier insisted they were the best seats to watch a movie in for your date. In honesty it wasn’t a great film and Jongin had bought them on a whim just so you could spend some time together after his busy schedule. You played with your shirt hem, leaning against his arm as you waited for the dull movie to end before you grinned to yourself. An idea to make this far more entertaining entered your mind. Trailing your fingers up over his leg, slowly pulling down his zipper you felt his hand grab yours, his eyes blown wide as he whispered “y/n! What’re you doing?!” Smiling sweetly at him as your hand continued it’s path you saw Jongin bite back a groan and lean back in his seat as you shifted onto your knees. It certainly has become more entertaining.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


Much like Junmyeon, Sehun would be a little too shy for this but some days he would truly embrace being the naughty maknae. You’d have hinted at him a few times that you wouldn’t mind trying public teasing but each time he’d ruffle his hair unsure, meeting your eyes apologetically saying he wouldn’t want to do anything in front of his hyungs. You were fine with this, not everyone liked it. But when you dropped by for a dance practice to find Jongin and Yixing teasing Sehun as he warmed up you laughed along, waving goodbye to them as you joined Sehun for your solo together. Immediately he pressed himself to you, adding far more suggestive moves as he panted in your ear and chuckling at your shaky breaths of pointing out the possibility of someone walking in. 

But isn’t this exactly what you wanted me to do. Not so funny now.”

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

Admin C- Sooo this IPad is slow as hell but it’s finally up! I wanted to do a more suggestive one but requests are welcomed! Have fun and enjoy!

Wherever You Will Go

Pairing: Prince!Thranduil x reader

Summary: King Oropher tries to make his son take an interest in brides he deems suitable to become Queen, but Thranduil only has eyes for you, a soldier in the King’s guard

Warnings: Oropher’s kind of a dick

A/N: I’m always down for a good forbidden romance. This is my first time writing Thranduil, hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

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I Give Up - part 26 (A Baekhyun Series)

The bedroom door closed with a click and you were halfway out of the bed scrambling in much of the same way as Baekhyun had before he vanished through the bedroom door.

You tried to move as silently as possible and you found your clothes from yesterday on the bathroom floor. Hygiene be damned, this was an emergency.

You heard his voice through the door, much too close to where you sat with your heart in your throat on the edge of the bed.

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Small Towns (Part 1)

A/N: I figured i would put this up on my blog as well. I know this isn’t the Oscars and I’m not really required to give any type of speech. But this is my first nonacademic piece of writing and I’m proud of myself so I’m going to. I just wanted to thank @mendescutie for both inspiring me to write and for posting this, and for providing me with golden ideas. As well as @ihaveabadreputation who inspires me with everything she writes and is just the all-around best. I hope this is okay. I’d really appreciate constructive criticism. Your feedback is extremely important to me.

Word Count: 5,574

A bell rang above my head as I opened the door, making my presence known to Lou’s diner. I took a deep breath as a combination of coffee, bacon, and waffle batter danced through the air. Lou’s diner had become a Saturday tradition. Initially, it was me and Nat, my best friend and ex-roommate. But then she moved out and in with her boyfriend, Cody. So now Saturday morning at Lou’s was a sacred tradition upheld solely by myself.

“Well if it isn’t the prettiest face on this side of the world!” A deep, raspy voice called from behind the counter. I glanced over at the group of people impatiently waiting and in a semi-line in front of me. Saturdays were normally slow and peaceful, but today was different. Nearly every table was spoken for and the line of people waiting to place a to-go order was almost to the door.

“Hi Lou!” I giggled lifting my hand. I walked past the line of people, stepping far to the left so no one would think I was cutting. “Wow, it’s packed in here!”

“Don’t worry your spot is safe.” He chuckled, striding over to the coffee pot and pouring a cup. He added 1 cream no sugar, just the way I liked it, before placing it on the counter and sliding it closer to me. “I’m assuming you don’t need the menu?”

“Nope. And thanks.” I said bringing the mug to my smiling lips.

Lou wiped his hands on his white apron seeming to trace perfect circle of his torso. “Anytime, doll. There might be a bit of a wait today.” He said with a sigh of anxiety, looking around at all the tables still awaiting their food. The bell above the door rang again welcoming a family of six. A look of terror fell over Lou’s pale face and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He was too sweet to be stressed about anything, even customers.

I turned to wave at the toddler gripping onto his mother’s index finger then glanced over at my little red table, shiny and waiting. “That’s fine.” I said facing Lou once again. “Take your time, I can wait.”

He winked and disappeared again into the kitchen already shouting orders from behind the double doors. I turned and started towards my table, already digging in my bag for my book. I slid into the booth facing the LED “Open” sign in the window and kicked my feet up onto the cushions across from me, my nose buried in the book.

Fifteen minutes went by before my reading was interrupted by the toddler screaming his head off two tables over. He was fighting with his older brother over the cheap box of crayons that the waitress had apparently only given them one of. I flashed a sympathetic smile to mother who was desperately trying to hush her children. She glanced around the diner meeting the eyes on her when an apologetic look. The bell above the door rang once more and a familiar shape stepped into in to the diner with a brunette following close behind.  

“Shawn!” I heard Lou call from the Kitchen before the two silver doors swung open. I sunk deeper into my chair resisting the urge to look at them. “I was beginning to think you fell off the side of the earth!”

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Protégé [Part 1]

Originally posted by eatupbangtan

A series of three raps to your door in quick succession had you dropping your hands to your desk, the application you were going over losing your attention. 

“Come in.” You said, not raising your voice because you knew you didn’t need to. You would be heard. 

You wiped a hand over your face, hoping to rub away the dull ache of tired eyes. You’d been reading over files for a good portion of the evening, and it was starting to wear on you. The door of your office swung open, revealing the familiar face of Jaebum, who offered you a courteous smile with an undertone of apology for disturbing you.

You returned the smile, but said nothing. Jaebum had been working for you long enough to know that if he came into your office, it was for a reason or with a purpose. 

“Got a walk in for you.” He said, hovering just inside the doorway. 

Your brows that had been raised in intrigue fell as you pursed your lips. “It’s Saturday at four in the afternoon, the doors aren’t even opened yet.”

He nodded his head along with your words, as if he’d already anticipated them. “I know, I’m sorry. We tried to chase him off a couple of times, but he won’t leave. Says he wants to talk to you in person.”

“Well for Christ’s sake, Jaebum.” You sighed, leaning back in your chair as you lightly slapped your palm flat against the top of your desk. “Tons of people want to talk to me, it doesn’t mean they can.”

“I know.” Jaebum nodded again, clearing his throat after a long beat of silence. “I really don’t think he’s leaving though.”

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I don’t thing I deserve it.. Part 1

Characters: Teen!Reader, Sam, Dean

Warnings: Needles, Injuries

Word count: 1996

Summary: You’ve been a slave for almost 4 years now to a demon named Clarke. When you luckily escape you run, literally, into the winchesters and they take you in and take care of you. They help you overcome your fear for basically everything and you become like a little sister to them.
What will happened when you want to start to hunting down Clarke for revenge? What happens if she catches you first?

A/N: I orginally posted this on ao3 and it’s my first fanfic ever so i wanted to share it with y’all. This will be a series with multiple parts with no smut whatsoever.. Happy reading! (Oh and if you wanna be tagged just send an ask <3)

Part 2

Originally posted by hunterchesters

You ran as fast as you could, not stopping for a minute. It felt like your heart was going to pump out of your chest and all you heard was the loud sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Your lungs hurt from all the running and you were struggling to breathe. The thing behind you was closing up and you felt the panic rise within every second. You rounded a corner as you looked back to find the thing gone and your breath hitched.

You didn’t see where you were running so when you ran into something you fell on my butt, hard. A whimper left your mouth and with panicked eyes you looked up to see that you had just ran into a man. He was really tall and muscular and his shoulder-long hair fell in his face when he looked down at you in surprise. His hazel colored eyes looked at you and you stumbled away instantly.

“Hey, shit, you okay?” the man asks. His voice was deep, but still comforting in a way you didn’t understand. When you didn’t answer he took a step forward and bent down a little but as he did that you let out a shaking breath and backed away. “I’m not gonna hurt you kid” he said and held his hands over his head. You made a frowning face and tried to stand up with your eyes fixed on him in case he would attack you.

As you try to stand up you put your weight into your left leg and a cry leave your lips as you fall down again. Instantly the man was right beside you and you stopped breathing. He bent down and reached for you. You tried to crawl away in fear but the pain in your leg just escalated. “I’m gonna pick you up, okay?" 

He didn’t wait for an answer as he put an arm under your legs and the other one under your back and lifted you up bridal style. As he rose up you shut your eyes and bit your lip as to not scream out the pain. You tasted the familiar taste of blood in your mouth.

You jumped as the man who carried you screamed. "Dean! Come quick, i found someone!” His long legs made him walk a lot faster and you were thankful for not having him running. You didn’t hear the footsteps in front of you and you inhaled sharply as another voice came to your hearing. “Who’s this? What happened?” The voice of this person, Dean, was much deeper than the other man and he sounded a little older. It was definitely another man and you couldn’t help the fear creep up on you. 

You shivered in the man’s arms and he tightened his grip. “I don’t know, she ran into me. Something happened to her leg and I’m pretty sure she hit her head or something before, because she’s bleeding.” You shut your eyes even tighter as you felt a hand on your upper arm.

“Hey kiddo, can you tell us what happened?” Dean said, directing his question to you. You didn’t answer, too afraid of what might happened if you answered wrong to his question. “Do you have a name?” the man who held you squeezed you a little. You didn’t know if it were for comfort or threatening, but you shook your head lightly and regretted it the second you moved your head. 

A sharp sting from the back to your head took you by surprise and you cried out. Tears ran now freely from your closed eyes down your cheeks. “We gotta stitch her up. Take her to the bunker and I’ll try to call Cas”

The man carrying you began walking again and you felt the rumble in his chest that he was talking to you but all you could focus on was the pain. Sooner or later he stopped and he opened a car door. “Hey, I’m gonna put you in the car, and It’ll probably hurt, but you can’t pass out on me, okay?” He lowered you from his grip and into the car. 

As soon as you body hit the seat you took a deep breath, trying to calm down. It helped a little and you were now half sitting, half laying down in the seat. You opened your eyes a little and you saw the man going around the car to take the seat with the wheel. You were sitting shotgun. When he opened his door you looked at him with tired eyes. “Don’t close your eyes” His voice became shallower as he kept trying to talk to you but you’ve already given up and you were slowly sinking into the darkness.


You were in the state between awake and asleep and you didn’t really have control over your body. The sound of a car driving fast was comforting. You began to wake up now and that was something you really didn’t want because the pain was still there. You groaned a little and tried to move but you ended up feeling worse than before. Wait, where were you? Your eyes shot up with fear and your body tensed. 

You looked around with panic in your eyes until you saw the man beside you. The Running. The two men. Your injuries. Everything came back to you. You didn’t realize you made a noise but suddenly a pair of eyes were on you. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down.” He put up his right hand in the air and kept the left one on the steering wheel. As he moved his hand towards you, you flinched away and he took away his hand.

“How are you holding up? We’re at the bunker in about 15 minutes and then I’ll take care of your leg and head, okay?” You wanted to ask what this bunker was, but you kept quiet. You began to shake and you couldn’t feel your toes and fingers. “You’re freezing because of the blood loss, I’d give you a blanket, but I don’t have one, sorry" 

The car went faster for a second and soon enough you were at this odd looking iron door. He parked the car and instantly got out. The door opened beside you and he ducked under the roof of the car to hover over you to pick you up. This made you panic and you tried to get away. He got his arm under got legs and the other one under your back as before, and lifted you out. Your body was tense and the pain was too much for you. "You gotta relax, I’m here to help” He mumbled as he walked to the door.

As he went down the stairs you shut your eyes again in pain. Once you were down he almost started to run and when you felt a comfortable sheet under yourself you opened your eyes. You’re in a bed? The man started to fumble around in boxes and he came forward with a first aid kit. He ran out of the room and came back with a bottle of something. “I’m gonna stitch you up and I’m not gonna lie, it’ll hurt” he took a scissor and qut your pants off of your left leg. 

The cold air that hit your leg gave you goose bumps but you didn’t have time think about it anymore as a liquid hit the contrast of the injury on your leg and it burned like fire. You screamed as tears welled in you eyes. “I’m so sorry, but it has to be done” said the man whith a slight panicked voice. 

He picked up a needle and a thread and you instantly started to breathe funny. “N-no, no, no” you sobbed as you tried to get away. Apparently you shock him with speaking, but you were not gonna let him use that on you. He stared at you for a few seconds before speaking “This needs to be stitched up if you don’t want to die” He looked at you with apologetic eyes as he returned his attention to the needle. “Please d-don’t” you whispered.

The door slammed open and you jumped. The other man, Dean walked in and his eyes wandered to the gasch in your leg. “Need some help Sam?” He said, his eyes never leaving your leg as he spoke. You guessed it was pretty bad. 

Sam closed his eyes and sighed as he said “Hold her” You shock your head in protest. As Dean came forward you began pulling away as you sobbed “N-no, please, d-don’t” your head hit the headboard and you panicked. Dean were now standing next to the bed on the opposite side of Sam.

He grabbed your ankles and carefully tried to drag you down so that you were lying down but you screamed and desperately tried to get away. You tried to hit him but he caught your wrist and putted it over your head. “Calm down! You need to calm down so that Sammy here can stitch you up and everything will be fine" 

You tried to get away from Sam now when you had realised that Dean weren’t letting you go. You scooted over to Dean’s side and Sam looked at you. "It’s okay. You’re scared of needles right? It’s gonna go fast and smoothly if you just calm down” He looked at you in your eyes while speaking. “Yeah, Sam here is really good at it, it’s okay” Dean said. You locked eyes with Sam and he smiled a little and you calmed down a bit.

Dean scooted you over to Sam and you began shaking. Dean took both of your hands and put them on your stomach as he laid his arm over them. The other hand pressed down a little on your left leg to keep it still. In this way you wouldn’t be able to move as much. “Deep breaths, It’s gonna be fine” Sam said. You shut your eyes and as you felt the needle go into your skin you held your breath. It hurt so much and feeling the needle under your skin made it worse. 

After about 2 minutes Dean noticed that you still held your breath and he looked over to your face. “You have to breathe or you’ll pass out” When you didn’t respond he removed his hand on your leg and loosened the arm on your stomach, but not completely moving it away. “Hey, you need to breathe, it’s going good” He put his hand on your cheek and you inhaled sharply. You let out a shaky breath after that and Dean kept talking to you about breathing.

“All done” Sam said, and he moved to the first aid kit to get a bandage to wrap your leg in. As he wrapped it around your leg Dean moved away completely from you. “We have to check your head too, okay?” You nodded a little as you turn to the side, with your face to Dean. He kneeled down and looked over at Sam with an expression you haven’t seen before. 

You flinched a little as Sam started to run his fingers gently over your head as he kept asking you where it hurt. You tensed a little when he moved his fingers over a little bulge. “You don’t need any stitches but you might have a concussion, and we need to get it clean from all of this blood too”

Dean nodded, even tho it was meant for you, and he rose up and walked up to the closet and pulled out a towel. He then went out of sight, but your heard water running. Dean came back with the wet towel and gave it to Sam. Sam cleaned you up and you were losing yourself to sleep. Your eyes were heavy and your breathing evened out. Less than a minute later you were asleep.

loving you from afar (Liam Dunbar)

Originally posted by atparadise

“Really y/n it’s been four months are you ever going to talk to him?” y/f/n said rolling her eyes at me.

I ignored her peering through the bookshelf at thee Liam Dunbar. He was only the cutest boy in the ninth grade. The only problem was he is super popular, he hung out with a bunch of juniors, one of them being Lydia Martin a.k.a the prettiest, most popular girl in Beacon Hills. I wasn’t popular, not even in the slightest. I was the nerdy girl who boys didn’t even give a second look to.

“we’ve been over this thousands of time y/f/n Liam Dunbar is well Liam Dunbar and i’m well underqualified” I said resting my head on my hand and admiring how handsome he is.

“Liam I uh think you have a shadow.” I heard one of his junior friends say laughing.

Liam looked over at where I was standing, I quickly ducked down hoping he hadn’t seen me staring.

“sometimes I wonder about you y/n” y/f/n said collecting our books.

I was about to respond to her but the bell rang signaling free period was over. I walked to my last class of the day which was science class. I was playing all the scenarios in my head that would never be a reality. I went to my usual spot which was at the front of the class. Liam came in shortly after me. I hid my face in my science book. He took his usual seat which was at the back of the class.

“okay class today we’re going to be working in pairs for our chemical equations so everyone pick your partners quickly and we’ll get started.” Our teacher said handing out the papers with the problems on it.

I sighed. I hated partner work because I usually ended up working by myself. People didn’t necessarily like a girl who outsmarted them.  

“hey uh y/n do you need a partner?”

I turned around trying to look cute.

Originally posted by gatenmatarazzzo

I couldn’t believe it thee Liam Dunbar knew my name and he wanted to be my partner! Most likely it’s because i’m the smartest in the class and president of the science club but hey i’ll take what I can get!

“hello? do you need a partner?” Liam asked again laughing a little bit.

“yeah that’d be great.” I said smiling a little too widely.

I was pretty impressed with myself, I talked to him and didn’t even stutter! Liam sat down and we started working on our problems. I was flying through them quickly having seen most of them before.

“wow you’re really good at this.” Liam said looking at my almost finished paper.

“oh it’s uh not that hard you just have to make sure that both sides of the equation are balanced and then you rewrite it with the balanced charges in front.” I said leaning over him and showing him on his own paper.

this was my first conversation with the boy I’ve been admiring for four months and I totally just geeked out on him. I would definitely kick myself for that one later.

“oh I get it!” Liam said doing the next problem successfully by himself.

I smiled at him finishing the problems on my paper.

“so uh y/n did you find everything you needed at the library today?” Liam said not looking up from his paper.

I could feel my face heat up. I thought I was being sly with my staring but I guess he had caught me.

“I uh yeah it was great.” I said my voice cracking a little bit.

Liam let out a little chuckle. Gosh why did he have to be so perfect. We continued to work on our paper. Every once in awhile I would look up at his perfect features, this time when I looked up he was looking at me too.

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I could feel my heart race. I honestly thought it was about to beat out of my chest.

“so uh y/n you know if you want..” He started but was cut off by the bell ringing signaling the end of the school day.

The teacher called me up to his desk. I looked at Liam with apologetic eyes as I walked up to Mr. Preston’s desk.

“hey I need you to go over these scientific equations before science club tomorrow.” Mr. Preston said handing me a paper stack about a mile high.

I quickly shook my head yes, wanting nothing more than to find out what Liam was about to tell me. I turned around, but Liam was gone. I sighed, of course this would happen to me. Mr. Preston had to go to a meeting so I was left alone with nothing but my thoughts and a stack of science papers. I kept thinking about what Liam was going to ask me today. I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn’t realize that I had lost track of time. I looked at the clock seeing that it was already 6:00 PM. I quickly flipped through the giant stack of papers. As I was working on the last one I heard a loud crash coming from the hallway. I stood up walking out into the hallway but it was empty.

“hello? Is anybody here?” I called down the empty halls.

I shrugged my shoulders before turning to walk back into the science classroom. I heard another loud crash. I quickly turned around but this time the hallway wasn’t empty. There was this tall thing covered in bones. It had blood running down the skull.

The creature stared me down slowly taking a couple steps forward. I turned on my heels sprinting down the hall. I kept looking back to see if the creature was following me and it was.

“somebody help me!” I screamed tears running down my cheeks.

I turned to look back at the bone creature when I crashed into something hard. I screamed as I fell down.

“hey y/n look at me, its okay you’re okay.”

I looked up to see Liam clutching me to his chest. If the situation weren’t so serious I would of fainted at his actions.

“Liam it was right there, it was following me.” I cried looking down the hall, but the bone creature was nowhere in sight.

“it’s okay, it’s gone now. I won’t let it hurt you.” Liam said picking me up in his arms.

He ran out of the school and to a blue jeep. He sat me down on the hood and used his thumb to wipe one of the tears falling down my cheek.

“Liam what was that thing?” I asked not being able to control how shaky I was feeling.

“I wish I could tell you, and maybe one day I can but right now I just need you to know you’re safe with me and I also need you stay here and wait for me, can you do that for me?” Liam said rubbing his hands up and down my arms.

I shook my head yes and he ran back into the school. I didn’t know what was going on but I trusted Liam. After a good couple of minutes Liam came back out with his two junior friends I believe their names are Scott and Stiles. He ran up to me pulling me into his arms.

“were going to take you home okay?” Liam said placing his hand on my cheek.

I shook my head again, not trusting my voice after everything that had just happened. Liam held me in his arms the whole ride to my house. When we got to my house he told his junior friends to go on and that he’d walk home. We walked up to my porch steps hand in hand. He sat down pulling me into his lap.

“are you okay do you want to talk about it?” Liam asked carefully looking me up and down.

“at the library today did you see me staring?” I asked laughing a little.

“yeah I did, but it was okay. do you want to know why it was okay?” Liam said brushing a piece of hair behind me ear that had fallen.

“why?” I asked my voice still shaking.

“well the truth is I’ve been loving you from afar as well." 

Liam pulled me to him crashing his lips on top of mine. Suddenly I forgot about everything that happened and just lived in that moment. The boy I had loved from afar has also been loving me this entire time.

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Drunk (Bucky x reader)

Word choice:2,000

               You took Bucky out to a bar, seeing how you two were getting back from a tiring mission with HYDRA, and Bucky needed to loosen up. Steve and Natasha didn’t really approve, so you took him by yourself. He was your best friend after all, and if you couldn’t handle him in a bar, then what kind of friend were you? Since Bucky was a super soldier and had a high metabolism, he started off by drinking 6 shots in a row, and that’s when you knew it was going to be a long night.

               “Buck, how long does it take before you get drunk?” You asked, looking around the crowded bar and then back at him. Everyone was having a good time, but you had decided that Uber wasn’t the safest bet for the winter soldier.

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The Four Times Spider-Man Wore His Mask, and the One Time He Didn’t // Part 4/4

Part One / Part Two / Part Three 

Summary: After saving your life in a chance encounter, you start to see the Spider-Man everywhere. Fluff. Spider-Man x Reader fic. 

A/N: The final part is hereee and I really hope you like it… ALSO I think I might start taking requests for fics so like.. send me them. I’m not sure what I would/wouldn’t do yet so send me anything Marvel related (mostly Spider-Man stuff tbh) and I’ll do my best!

Warnings: Light swearing

Like every time before when Spider-Man had web-slinged himself into your life, as soon as he left, everything went back to normal. Which, to be honest, sucked.

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Inked//Kim Yugyeom (Soulmates AU)

Originally posted by yugyeomism

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Soulmates au

Summary: You had desperately wanted to try and find him, but putting ink on your skin was terrifying to you.

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for requesting! I had so much fun writing this scenario, I hope you enjoy!

xoxo Sara

All your life, you were told to never get any tattoos, and you always wondered why you weren’t allowed to. You had loved the idea of ink on your skin to commemorate meaningful things in your life, but your mom had always convinced you otherwise.

You had only found out the reason why when you were older; when you had confronted your mom about a little heart that appeared on your skin while you were in school. You felt no pain while it was appearing, but you watched it appear before your eyes, and no matter how much you attempted to scratch it off,  it didn’t wash away.

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Something New - Archie Andrews

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

You had invited yourself over to Archie’s house on  Saturday night. He wasn’t answering your texts so you started the trek over to his place. Fred had let you in, warning you that Archie was up stairs in his room. You had marched up the stairs a opened his door a little. You saw him, shirtless, hitting a punching bag that he had hung up. You opened the door a little more, thus making your presence known. He still continued to punch the bag and you couldn’t help yourself as your eyes took in his toned form. Before you could stare any longer, you cleared your throat and got Archie’s attention. He stopped his assault and looked up at you. Sweat dripped down his face and you held back a laugh as he gave you his signature boyish grin.

“Peeping at me, Y/N?” He let out a chuckle as he spoke and you averted your eyes from his body. You shook your head, trying to get rid of your blush. You glanced up at him and met his eyes. He raised his eyebrow, expecting an answer.

“You never answered my texts,” you said walking past him to grab his phone. You placed it against his chest, your fingertips brushing his skin. “So I invited myself over.” He grinned at your words, taking his phone from you. You took a step back, looking at the new posters he had added to his walls. As you looked, Archie opened his phone and saw your messages. You felt your phone buzz and you pulled it from your pocket.

Archi-poo : Sorry

You turned and met Archie’s apologetic eyes. You stepped towards him, shutting off your phone. “You’re forgiven,” you said and he smiled brightly.

“You wanna hug,” he asked spreading his arms. You glanced at his sweaty skin and shook your head. He let out a laugh and gave you a fake pout.

“Something wrong Y/N?” He asked as he stepped closer. You darted away from him, avoiding his stinky embrace. He smiled widely at you as you ran away.

“You smell,” you said, hiding behind his punching bag. “Take a shower and then I will hug you.” He let out a laugh as you poked your head out for behind the bag. He walked over to his dresser grabbing some clothes and started to walk towards the bathroom.

“You better be here when I come back,” he said as he left his room. You let out a snicker and Archie glanced back at you.

“That’s too bad, I was planning on going over to Reggie’s.” Archie laughed hoarsely as he entered the bathroom. The door shut behind him and you heard the shower turn on. You emerged from your hiding spot and fell on to his bed. His sheets smelled like him; a mix of cinnamon and gasoline from working construction all summer. His busy schedule during the summer hardly left anytime for you, so you had to make up for the missed time somehow. You found yourself lost in thought of all that had occurred over summer and the first few weeks of school. You glanced up at the punching bag, wondering if Archie was blowing off steam about Grundy. Or maybe it was your feelings getting in the way again. Your relationship with Archie had always been flirty, but it wasn’t until recently it started to affect you. You found yourself blushing more at his word and wanting to be the cause of his smile. You were so lost in your suppressed feelings, that you didn’t hear the shower turn off and Archie walking back into his room.

“Do I smell better now?” You looked up at him and saw his smile. You were about to answer when you noticed he was still shirtless. He only wore a pair of dark sweat pants and was still holding a wet towel. You raised your eyebrow, meeting his eyes again.

“Do you even own a shirt?” He let out a laugh and you smiled up at him. He tossed the towel into his hamper and gave you a look. You scooted over on his bed, making room for him to lay down next to you. He laid down on his back next to you, so you were both looking up at his ceiling. A few minutes of silence passed when you finally spoke up again.

“Are, are you okay Arch?” You turned your head to face him, only to find him already looking at you. You looked into his deep brown eyes, trying to figure out what he was feeling; but his body heat and the smell of his body wash kept distracting you.

“No,” he replied in a whisper, “but I’m doing better.” You nodded against his pillow. He turned on his side to brush your hair out of your face. You felt your eyes grow heavy as his hand continued to brush through your hair.

“Will your parents be okay if you stayed the night?” You opened your eyes enough to see the emotion in his eyes. It was hard to place exactly what he was feeling from just the look in his eyes. It read to you as pain, maybe loneliness, or longing.

“Yeah, I told them I was going over to Betty’s,” you whispered and Archie continued to play with your hair. He let out a breathy laugh and you peered up at him once more.

“Sneaking out to see me now, huh?” You smiled softly up at him as he watched how your hair fell in his hand. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you, you even started to drift off a little. “Ha, goodnight Y/N.” 

You merely hummed in response and felt an arm wrap around your waist. Archie pulled you a little closer to him, hoping that being near to you would lull him to sleep. Instead, he found himself wide awake, taking in your beautiful face. To your reddish lips and your cute nose, Archie felt that maybe there was hope for him after all. If you kept looking at him like you did at school, making him smile wider than he ever did before; maybe he would be able to get past this roadblock.

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Member: Jisoo/Joshua
Genre: Smut
Word count: 3,937 of Father forgive me

All it took was a simple snap. Like a string pulled taut, everything was fragile, fragile, fragile. You hated it. Every glance, every smile, every word made you breathless. You wanted it. The way he moved gracefully or how the droplets of sweat sticking to his brow caused shivers to run up and down your spine. You needed it.

And by God, you were going to get it, even if it were to be the very last thing you did.

Unfortunately, Jisoo was oblivious. He was a kind person, that’s for sure, but he was just so… blind. Honestly, you really just wanted to bash your head against a wall at times. You knew that he didn’t pick up on many things, but maybe some of the fault also rested on you as well. As badly as you wanted to show him, you knew you couldn’t, especially with him surrounded by the other members. Maybe they were the problem.

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