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A Little Too Late Part 14

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Title: A Little Too Late Part 14

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Castiel, Balthazar, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 1,276

Warnings: angst and fluff

A/N: I hope you are all ready for this next part! Things are just getting interesting! I think I’ll be doing something SPECIAL for thanksgiving. So STAY TUNED! Or get excited?? Either way it’s gonna be great!

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You parked your car just outside the bunker.  It was late in the evening now.  You climbed out of your car, patting the hood of your car.  “It’s been so long since I’ve had my car,” you mumbled.  “It feels good to have my car back.”

Dean quickly strolled up to you and your car, Sam, Balthazar, and Castiel trailing behind him.  Dean leaned against your car, facing you.  “So [Y/N], you wanna let me take her for a spin,” Dean smirked.

“Actually how about you put it in the garage, we need to do a cavity search on my car,” you joked.  You saw the pleading look mixed with excitement on Dean’s face.  You sighed, handing Dean the keys to your car.  “It better be in the garage in twenty minutes, or so help me Dean Winchester,” you grumbled.  You quickly opened the trunk, tossing your bag at Gabriel.  “And no digging around in my car either,” you shouted at Dean.

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Fuck Away The Pain

Pairing: Dean X Reader 

Warnings: Smut, mentions of cheating, sooooo many F bombs dropped

Word Count: 2,603

A/N: Inspired by the song Fuck Away The Pain by Divide The Day (highly recommended). I know I have a request I need to work on (which I plan on sitting down and doing very soon!) as well as the ficlet for today’s Ficlet Friday, but I haven’t been able to stop listening to this song for the last three days and decided to write a fic ab it (yay! Finally a Dean smut!). This was actually gonna be the ficlet for today but it got way too long (that’s what she said?) anyway. Hope you enjoy! 


Originally posted by daengerously-intaense

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1,000 Followers Drabble

Prompt: “Do you want a beautiful lie or the ugly truth?”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Requested by: @autopistaaningunaparte

“I’m gonna die.” Dean moans loudly, the tricky bastard expertly quivers his bottom lip as if he’s about to burst into tears. But you know how his mischievous mind operates all too well. 

“And the award for most dramatic goes to…Dean fucking Winchester!” You announce cheerfully clapping your hands. 

Your boyfriend immediately drops the scared little boy routine, a bratty demeanor now shining through. Such a freaking drama queen. 

“Just eat it, dude! It’s good.” With a roll of your eyes, you stab your salad forcefully with your fork as you silently pretend it’s his face.

“This isn’t real food, Y/N. I’d probably enjoy Bowser’s food more!” 

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The Lost Girls Part Four

Originally posted by come-join-themurder

Originally posted by winds-of-god

Request: Imagine being the VP of an all female motorcycle club. You all go to Charming and you and Jax fall for each other.

Part One  ♔ Part Two ♔  Part Three

i lost inspiration for this after part two cause i genuinely had no idea where the fuck I was heading with it. But recently found inspiration again. I have a lot of plans for this one for the future. hope you enjoy it. xx feedback is always welcome.

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You had never liked cuddling. Especially not after sex.
But for some reason as you laid here in this shitty motel room, catching your breath after having what you could only describe as the best sex of your life you wondered if maybe you had been wrong.
Because the way he traced his fingers in maps over your skin and the way his scent filled your lungs was intoxicating and you wanted the world to stop spinning, atlas for a while so you could remain in his arms uninterrupted.
The white sheets were draped loosely over your naked bodies as you lay tangled together. Doing nothing, Saying nothing. Just being in each others presence was enough.
Your head was pressed to his chest and you listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat beating through his chest.
The sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains, casting stays of light over your skin and you smiled softly when you felt his lips press against your hair.
You shifted your head towards him and pulled him in for yet another kiss.
He smiled against your lips and pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss and his hand moved to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek.
When you pulled away you smiled and looked up at him.
He had the same happily content, lazy look in his eyes as you did and you sat up.
The sheet fell away from your body and you lifted it, wrapping it around your body as you reached over to the bedside table. 
You opened the small tin you always carried with you and pulled out a joint you had rolled last night. You grabbed your trusty zippo lighter and lit up the joint.
Jax shifted beside you and sat up, resting against the headboard and you sat back against it.
He lifted his arm and you tucked yourself beneath it, cuddling into his side.
You passed the joint between yourselves, letting the smoke linger in the air. Your hand found its way up to his and you intertwined your fingers with his, your fingertips brushing over his rings.
He took the final drag of the blunt before nabbing it out in the ashtray that sat on his bedside table.
The buzz of his burner interrupted the peacefulness of the room and both of you let out a groan, the cell phone bringing you both back into a harsh reality.
He pressed a kiss to the side of your head before sliding to the edge of the bed.
He lifted his jeans and pulled the phone out of the pocket.
“Yeah?” He spoke, lifting it to his ear.
He listened to the person on the other end of the line and he stood, the sheet falling from his body.
His words drowned out and you couldn’t help but stare at his form as he dressed one handed.
He finished the call and looked back at you, catching your eyes lingering on him.
“Like what you see, darlin?” He asked with a smirk as he buckled his belt.
You shrugged casually. “I’d like it more if you were underneath me, but we cant always get what we want.”
Jax laughed at your comment and knelt on the bed. He cupped you face and pulled you in for another kiss.
“I gotta head out.”
You nodded and slid out of the bed, letting the sheet fall to the floor.
He groaned as he watched you cross the room naked and bend to lift your t-shirt that had been tossed aside, his arousal rising immediately.
“Why are you staying here anyway? Mayans not providing you girls with rooms?”
You shook your head. “The others are staying there. I just prefer sheets that aren’t cum-stained.”
He laughed and pulled his leather on his broad shoulders.
“You sure its safe?”
You rolled your eyes. “You might recall, Jackson, that I not only saved your ass, but I am more than capable of taking care of myself. And I like being alone.”
“Ever thought of going Nomad?”
“Naww, you want me to stay close to you?” You teased.
He chuckled lightly. “Would it be such a bad thing?”
His question caught you off guard and you frowned slightly, thankful that your body was turned away from him and he couldn’t see the range of expressions flittering across your features.
You pondered the idea. You had never had a reason to stray from your charter. Until now, that is. But you couldn’t leave your club for a boy. God you’d only just slept together.
“My Club is my home.” You said quietly, yet firmly. “Thats where I belong.”
Jax nodded understandingly, confused by his mixed emotions at your response but admiring your loyalty.
He walked to the small desk that occupied the corner of the room and scribbled something on the motel notepad.
He tore the sheet off and handed it to you and you looked over the address.
“I bet my sheets are a lot cleaner than the motels.” He winked.
You smiled and he stepped towards you.
The mere touch of his hands on your hips sent shivers down your spine and heat burned within you.
You moaned into the kiss and he found himself struggling to pull away, wanting nothing more than to drag you back to bed. His tongue pushed against yours and if one of you didn’t stop soon you would both end up naked in the sheets once more. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea..
“You gotta go.” You whispered against him.
He sighed and kissed you once more before pulling away.
“I’ll see you later.”
It wasn’t so much a question but you both knew the answer would be yes.
He walked to the door and you watched as the reaper on his back disappeared and you let out a groan before diving back into the bed and burying yourself in the pillows, the scent of him lingering on the sheets.


Ella was leaning against the wall as you pulled up outside the Mayans clubhouse.
You rolled your bike next to hers and dismounted, leaving your helmet on the handlebars and walked towards her.
“Looks like you had a good night.” She mused as you approached.
She pointed to your neck and you realised Jax had left a trail of bruises down your neck and your skin immediately tingled at the memory of his lips.
“Somethin like that.” You winked.
Ella laughed and pushed off the wall and together you walked into the clubhouse.
Marcus was sat around the bar with a few of his members and you found the majority of your club sitting around a table.
You went to join them while Ella went to her father and discussed what todays plan was.
Scully offered you her mug of coffee and you accepted, taking a long gulp of the liquid.
You were mid conversation when you felt your burner vibrating in your pocket.
Immediately you recognised the number on the screen and you lifted the phone to your ear with a smile.
“Hey Ma!”
“Sweetheart! How are you girls?” Maria spoke warmly on the other end of the phone.
“We’re doing good.”
“Good.. good.”
You rolled your eyes, knowing that she was trying not to pry too much. You walked out of the clubhouse and leant against the wall.
“Hows Ella doing?” She asked quietly.
You smiled. “She’s really happy Ma. He has been very good to us.”
“Of course he has,” You could hear the smile in her voice as she remembered the times she had spent with Marcus.
“Are the prospects looking after you?”
“Yes, my love.” She sighed. “But that blonde one is as thick as bricks. Don’t patch her in.”
You laughed and bit your lip, suddenly nervous to ask your next question.
“Ma.. I think you should come down here.”
You heard her sigh through the phone and you regretted suggesting it.
“I don’t know if its such a good idea, my (Y/N). Its been such a long time since I left.”
“I think he would like it. I know Ella would.”
There was a long pause before she finally spoke.
“Well Im not bringing that blonde bimbo with me.”
You laughed loudly and told her to bring any of the prospects that she wanted, as long as she didn’t come alone ,and said your goodbyes.
You hit end call and slid the phone back into your pocket.
You decided against letting Ella know that her mother would be arriving the next day. You knew she would be pleased to see her but you didn’t want any reason to distract her from her time with her father.

You shut the motel room door behind you and kicked off your boots. The day had been long, the morning you had spent with Jax seeming like a distant memory.
The Mayans had brought you along on a few assignments of the day, although you had spoken with Ella and stayed back while they handled their drug business.
The Lost Girls had always aimed to steer away from drugs, knowing that it brought too much heat and wasn’t  what your club stood for.
She wasn’t pleased that her father was dealing with such substances but they were their own club and how they earn was their business not yours.
It was just after six when you arrived back at the motel and you decided you needed a long shower to work out the knots that had built in your neck.
You stripped down and grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom.
You pulled back the shower curtain and let out a loud scream when you found a large cockroach in the  bottom of the shower tub.
Guns, violence and a life of crime you could handle. But bugs were a different story.
You squealed and ran out of the bathroom, clutching the towel to your naked form.
Shivers covered your skin and you felt even dirtier than you had before.
“Fucking shitty motel.” You muttered to yourself as you hastily dressed.
You grabbed your travel bag and shoved a few items of clothing inside before tugging your boots on and storming out the door.
The neatly folded piece of paper was in the pocket of your leather and you pulled it out, checking over the address before you started your bike.
You didn’t really expect Jax to be home. It was still reasonably early but you thought it was worth a shot.
Even if he wasn’t home you knew you could head to the Mayans clubhouse and crash with Ella.
But when you pulled into his street you felt relieved when you spotted his Harley in his driveway.
You slowed and stopped your bike next to his, kicking out the kickstand as you pulled your helmet your head.
There were lights on inside and suddenly you felt nervous, your usual confidence fading.
He wouldn’t have given you his address if he didn’t want you to use it, you told yourself.
And with that thought fresh in your mind you lifted your travel bag and strode to the door.
You rapped your knuckles against the wood and waited patiently as butterflies began to fill your stomach.
The door opened and you were met by the eyes that had lingered in your mind all day and immediately you broke into a smile.
“Twice in one day, I guess I really am irresistable.”
You raised an eyebrow and pursed your lips, trying to hide the fact that you were already turned on by the mere thought of his touch.  
“Dont flatter yourself, Im just here to use your shower.”
“Oh so you are trying to get wet.” He said, and ran his tongue over his lips as he stepped aside.
You stepped over the threshold, and placed a hand on his chest.
“I already am.”
You dropped your bag to the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck.
His lips met yours with just as much fire and you heard  a click as he pushed the door closed behind you.
His hands gripped your hips and he pushed you back against the door.
There was an urgency to the kiss, and you could tell that he had been yearning for you just as much as you had been for him.
God, it had only been this morning that you were last in each others arms.
But there was something about the way your lips melted to his and the way his skin felt under your touch. You were intoxicated by the faint scent of his cologne mixed with leather and cigarettes and the sound of his voice made you melt.
You were all logic and confidence until he touched you. Then something not only stirred within you, but it took over your thoughts.
The rest of the world became an unimportant blur that was forgotten in the back of your mind.
Only his touch mattered and the only thing you cared about was getting more of him.
It scared you, that you were already so addicted to him but he was intoxicating and although you were hooked on him you felt safe, because you could tell from the way he looked at you and the way his lips ghosted your skin that he was just as addicted to you.
You knew your feelings for him were dangerous but nothing had ever excited you more and you had always lived for danger.
When you had knocked on the door you had had every intention of having a shower and crashing out from exhaustion but as he fucked you against the front door of his home you found you were no longer tired.
You had never felt more alive

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Cause for Celebration

Originally posted by madstan

A/N: This is for @angryschnauzer‘s If You Go Down to the Woods Today Writing Challenge. She asked for the stories to be happy, and I’m not exactly sure how you can make Demon!Chase fluffy, but here is my attempt. Takes place after the events of The Covenant.


Pairing: Chase x Reader

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Fic: What You Need

Skank!Kurt/pocket!Blaine, inspired by this picture. ~1670 words, PG-13, fluff.

“Oh, goddammit,” Kurt said, staring down at the narrow yet surprisingly deep crack in the pavement below the bleachers. He had fumbled his lighter while pulling it out of his pants and dropped it, and from the looks of it, that lighter was going to be gone forever. “Great. Amazing. Just what I needed.”

He took a seat on the low concrete divider that helped support the metal seats, wondering what would be the fastest way to get his cigarette lit. Most of the Skanks were off in Columbus for what they were calling “Senior Ditch Day,” like they needed an excuse to ditch class, while the few that hadn’t gone were nowhere in sight. Kurt was mentally debating whether he should go buy a new lighter from the closest 7/11 or try to hunt down Quinn when a bright flash and a loud crack startled him from his thoughts.

“What the-”

“You need help?” A warm voice asked. Kurt whipped his head around trying to determine where it was coming from. “Down here!”

Kurt nearly fell off the wall and cracked his head open.

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Hot for the teacher

Imagine you’re Abel’s (age 5) teacher and meet Jax for the first time. 

Originally posted by lonely-my-middle-name

Abel Teller was a bright kid. He was, by far, one of your best students. Creative, calm, he listened to every word you said and did his homework; That’s why you were very interested in finally meeting Mr. Teller this afternoon at the PTA reunion. You knew that Abel’s mom, Dr. Knowles had passed away a few months ago, and you also knew about his peculiar family, including his “association” with the MC Sons of Anarchy. You figured out, Abel lived a pretty rushed life for his age. 

Jax Teller was a legend in Charming. You find yourself asking about him at the school principal’s office only to be told that you “wouldn’t want to mess with him or his kids”  but you also heard a few of the oldest students saying that “he was dreamy and such a bad boy” , which got you quite interested in Abel’s ghost dad.  You never saw him in any meeting, or event at school, even last Christmas Talent show he wasn’t there when Abel class showed his number of “Rudolph the red nose reindeer”. Tara was there, along with Gemma and Thomas, but Jax was nowhere to be seen. You, being an outsider, coming from a pretty normal family from Stockton only knew Jax’s basics. 

When you decided to send the letter to Abel’s family, asking kindly to meet Jackson Teller, you didn’t thought he would show up. You’ve done this before, only to be found with either Gemma  or Chibs, who you’ve got to known since he was the one that showed up most of the times. 

“Class, dismissed.” You said to all your toddlers, showing them a smile and waving them off, to the sound of laughter and screaming coming from the cheerful kids. You started to gather around your things in your bag when you saw the cute little blonde dragging his feet over to your desk, the still closed letter in his tiny hands. You sighed and showed him a smile. He didn’t even opened it. You thought to yourself, as you smiled down at Abel, messing up his hair a little. “What’s wrong, Abel?” 

“My daddy said “Abel, give this back to your teacher.” 

You nodded and grabbed his hand, leading both of you out of the classroom and to the school entrance. 

“Well…” you said smiling softly at him, waiting for either Gemma’s van or the Harley that was going to pick up Abel today. “I hope i get to meet your Daddy soon…”

“If you believe in miracles, Miss.” You heard in front of you, followed by a cheerful scream of Abel and him letting go off your hand, dropping his backpack and lunch box and running towards the blonde man in a SAMCRO kutte, the “President” patch over his chest. 

He picked Abel up and lifted him up. You could recognize Chibs behind him, quick to caress Abel’s cheek and smile at him. 

“Excuse me?” You said, walking closer, handing Abel’s stuff to Chibs, behind the mysterious man. “Hi, Filip.”

“Hello, Mrs. (Y/L/N)…” the thick accent made you smile. 

“Jackson Teller.” Jax said putting out his hand for you to shake, which you did, gladly. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Abel’s teacher.” As you shook his hand you couldn’t help but notice how much alike the kid and his father were. Same kind, yet fierce look and charming little smile. “I’ve been looking forward to meet you”

“Worse than the ATF, that’s for sure…” Chibs said without thinking too much of it. 

“Beg your pardon?” Raising an eyebrown you saw the death look Jax shooted to Chibs, motioning for him to take Abel in his arms and walk away. 

“Goodbye, Mrs. (Y/L/N)” the child waved and smiled at you. You smiled back and waved too. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Abel.” You looked at Jax again. He crossed his arms and leaned himself on the school wall. 

“Abel’s been coming home with a shit load of letters, Mrs.(Y/L/N).” He started. “You see. I’m a busy man, but i take notice of that.” You smiled, already loving the charm of the young Dad in front of you. 

He felt around his pocket, only to find he had forgot his lighter. 

“You smoke, Miss?”  He asked, and you already knew what he wanted. You nodded and grabbed your pink lighter handing it to him He smirked at it, making you blush a little and lighted up a quick cigarette, turning around to see Abel, being chased by Chibs. “He’s in good hands. I don’t want Child Services on my ass.”

“Oh, god, no.” You were quick to say, putting a strand of hair that fell out of your bun back in place. “I wansn’t…” You closed your eyes, after admiring his famous smirk. “I’m sorry if i scared you, Mr. Teller. I just wanted to say and point how brilliant Abel is, he’s still so vibrant and creative, and i thought…well…” 

“Yeah, Little Man is quite a case, isn’t it?” He took a drag of the cigarrete and stomp on it.  “I’ll make sure he knows he’s awesome. We all know that, right?” He winked at you and you felt your knees almost give in. You smiled down,hugging yourself and licking your lips. 

“I better get going.” You noticed how his eyes traveled up and down your body, making no effort in hiding it. 

“Of course. It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Teller.”

“Jax.” He said grabbing your hand and kissing it slightly. “In case you want to find me later; Abel goes to bed at 8 PM.” He joked and winked starting to walk away, finding in your hand the lighter. “What a good father i am, right?” 

You laughed a little, and holded yourself together, watching him walk away, and ride away with Chibs and Abel who still waved goodbye to you. 

Looking down at your hands, you would see your pink lighter, wrapped in a TM promotional paper; Jax’s number on it. 

Is this what being high feels like? Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: drugs, alcohol, cussing

A/N: idk what inspired this but I hope you like it!

You sigh as you set your beer down on the coffee table, tonight just wasn’t your night. Your boyfriend, Tom, had been out with his friends, Harrison and Jacob. It’s not that you don’t trust Tom, because you do 100%, it’s that it was supposed to be a night between just you and him. You quietly hummed a small toon, you got up from the comfy couch walking into the room you and Tom share, making your way to your nightstand opening the small drawer located on the top of the small wooden brown stand. You pursed your lips as you pull out a baggie of weed, you weren’t the one to smoke all the time, but you did when you felt stressed or had a little bit of anxiety. Although, right now all you wanted to do was smoke even though you aren’t really feeling stressed or full of anxiety.

You took out one of the pre rolled blunts and grabbed your lighter out of the drawer. “ I’ll smoke this and then go to sleep” You mumble as you look at the blunt as you light it, putting it up to your lips, inhaling, holding, and then exhaling the smoke. You grabbed your phone out of your back pocket and clicked on the speaker that sat in your room, turning on spotify letting a small hum of the music escape out onto the patio. You sat and looked out onto the street, and inhaled some more of the smoke and let it out with a huff. “Y/N, love, I’m homeeee “ Tom’s voice rang through the apartment as you sighed, he didn’t exactly know you smoked, but you didn’t really think he would care. “Darling?” Tom’s voice now came from the room, you took a puff and exhaled the smoke. “ On the patio Tommy” You say leaning your head back to let your voice rift off towards him.

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400 Lux (Requested)

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader
Request: Adventurous dates 1 with my speedster please (Inspired by 400 Lux by Lorde)
Word Count: 2443 Words 
Warnings: fluff, swearing, mention of murder(????) 
A/N: I changed the request a bit and this is a powerless!au but besides that, enjoy!!
Tagging: @notsoprettykitty, @hecates-garden

Originally posted by xavierstea

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“Shit shit shit fuck shit.” Peter cursed as he uselessly kicked the doors to the venue. You laughed lightly as you pulled at the sleeves of your sweater. Peter whipped around, smiling sheepishly as you shifted on the balls of your feet. “Uh sorry about that.” He said, nodding towards the door. “No it’s fine, I was gonna do the same thing.” You joked, as Peter chuckled lightly. You sniffled quietly, taking a step towards the strange silver haired boy you just met. “I’m Y/n.” You stuck your hand out, before Peter shook it. “Peter, you were here for the concert too?” He asked while you both sat down on the stairs leading up to the venue. “Yep, snuck out and everything.” You sighed, showing Peter your ticket. He took his out too, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Well, here’s to us being fashionably late.” You said, before grabbing a lighter from your pocket.

“Here’s to us.” Peter repeated. You cheered with your tickets before setting them ablaze. “I was gonna keep that.” Peter whined, a frown pulling at his lips.

“You were gonna keep a ticket from a concert you never went to?” You quizzed, tilting your head in amusement.

“Well when you say it like that I sound stupid.” You both laughed before you dropped the burning tickets onto the step in front of you, the paper contorting as the flames morphed them into a pile of ash. “Well this got depressing.” Peter mumbled, making your snort. You stomped on the ashes, putting out any embers.

“Agreed, let’s go.” You extended a hand to Peter, who raised a brow at you before you helped him up.

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If I Wanted To Kiss An Ashtray I Would | Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, almost smut (just heavy making out at the end)

Summary: You have a history with anger management issues. After you refused to go back to your therapist, you had only gotten worse. You threw things, yelled, anytime you had the urge to just be mad, you set off. The only thing you resorted to, to help: smoking, music, and your neighbor.

Warnings: Reference to smoking

Originally posted by jiyoongis

You let out a loud growl as you grabbed the vase and threw it as hard as you could at the wall, watching the structure break into pieces against the surface. The perfection of blue porcelain that once contained flowers, now scattered in shards on the floor.

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Burned Part: 3

Summary: Bucky has been on the team for about 5 months and he has yet to know anything about the reader. She is a very unique asset to the team.

Warnings:  CUSSING. Violence. Angst. FLUFF

Author’s Note: I’ve been in a really terrible place in my mind..sorry.

Originally posted by fearless-man

You didn’t bother to look at anyone as you made your entrance to the kitchen in a leather jacket, crop top, skinny jeans and combat boots. You looked like you were about to kill someone. You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and made your way towards the exist without looking at anyone. 

You finally made it outside as the fall weather hit your face with a chilling breeze. You sighed as you grabbed your lighter out from your pocket and placed a cigarette in your mouth before you lit your addiction you felt a presence behind you. You rolled your eyes at their lame attempt to sneak up on you. You glanced their way and found you had mistaken the numbers. 

Steve and Bucky were watching you with surprise etched into their facial features. You remembered you didn’t catch a glance of either of them in the kitchen. You sighed as you lit your cigarette and waited for their questions. 

You waited and waited until you grew tired and walked in the opposite direction of the pair. You enjoyed your cigarette and the midnight air as you grew impatient when you felt like you were being watched. You rolled your eyes as the two began to tail you. And not very well you might add. You began to watch your feet exchange positions as you walked.

“Y/N!!” You whipped your head towards the stranger who yelled your name. You looked up and found who you were looking for. You smiled and ran towards your friend. Male friend. You got close enough to jump into his arms as he twirled you around. You laughed at his silliness. He finally put you down and you saw that his eyebrows were drawn together as he looked behind you to sense that some guys were tailing you. You rolled your eyes and leaned into his ear.

“Just let them think they are stealthy.” He laughed as he thought about going along with it. You extinguished your cigarette and flicked it as you placed your hand on your hips raising a questioning eyebrow at your friend. 

“Yes I got one.” Your face lit up as he pulled a closed envelope out from his jacket. You jumped with excitement as you thought about witch one he found for you. You hugged him tightly as you grasped the envelope into your hands. 

“Thank you..” He scoffed but hugged you anyways.

“Ya know you’re not as heartless as you lead on..” You sighed and pulled away not without giving him a punch to the arm. He rolled his eyes at your tough act and sighed. 

“I gotta go meet the wife for dinner. I hope this helps..” You nodded and began to say your goodbyes. You began to open the file as you walked the way you came. 

You caught sight of Bucky and Steve standing in front of you. You continued to walk as you seem to squeeze between the two over large men. You didn’t want to stop as you were too engrossed with the file between your nibble fingers. The two men sighed and walked behind you, trying to figure out what’s going on. 

You stopped abruptly and gasped. This couldn’t be right. It shouldn’t be. You turned to face the men with a horrid look in your eyes. You dropped the file and dropped to your knees from the amount information that just made it’s way into your brain. How were you going to be able to tell them?

“Y/N!” Bucky was the first one to reach you when you fell. You were shaking and you shrugged him off. You grabbed the files and ran. Ran so hard and fast that you left the men in a struggle to keep up with you. You got to the tower and went straight towards Furry’s office. 

“HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!” You shouted as you entered and sprawled the files on his desk. Furry was just about to leave until he heard you barge in. You had a storm of emotions inside you and you didn’t know how to control anything.  

“Well hello to you too.” Furry sighed as you entered his office just as he was about to leave. 

“SHE SHOULDN’T BE ALIVE!” You were beyond confused and bitter that you didn’t find this sooner. You huffed and deflated when you saw that he wasn’t fazed. Of course nothing would surprise Furry but that doesn’t make you any less angry and confused. 

“I need to go get her!” You didn’t hesitated to volunteer to recuse the one person that means the most to your beloved. 

Yes Bucky broke your heart but he didn’t deserve this.. no one did. You weren’t specifically looking for them but you needed something that will help you grow closer to him.. so maybe he wouldn’t see you as a ‘no one.’ 

“Agent Y/N I have to disagree.” 

“I DON’T CARE!” You were huffing and your hair and skin were red. You needed to do this for him.

With a sigh he allowed you to do as you please. You straightened up and ran out of the door to get into your gear as you were determined to get this done tonight. You stripped as quickly as you could of your outfit and began to put on your dark red catsuit and equip yourself with weapons. You grabbed your knives, pistols and your sniper rifle. You were not about to fail this mission. You found yourself in front of the one persons room you didn’t expect to be at anytime soon. 

“Coming!” You knocked on Steve’s door and heard his muffled voice not a minute later. You stood impatiently as you found yourself pumping with adrenaline. When the door swung open you didn’t allow the confused soldier to utter a word before you handed him the file. 

“I need your help.” Your voice was cold and full of rage. You saw the gears turning in Steve’s head as he read the file and quickly raised his head to look at you as though he’s seen a ghost. 

“You and Bucky cannot go on this mission.. I need to do it. I know it might seem selfish but if it fails, I don’t need you both blaming yourselves. If I don’t contact you before landing, tell him.” You stood for a minute as Steve’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. He nodded, allowing you to leave.  You huffed and began to walk at a very fast pace towards the jet. 

“She’s alive…”Steve was in his own world that he didn’t even flinch at the loud roar of the jet leaving. 

10 hours later..

“WHERE IS SHE!?” You were landing punches to each and every soldier that stood in your way. HYDRA really need to work on their training..

“Hail HYDRA.” One agent sneered at you and your blind rage before his face was turned into a black hole of nothing. Your emotions are the reason your power is growing and you refused to leave without any information or her. 

“TELL ME!!” You were surrounded by at least 50 agents but your mind didn’t seem to register the numbers and nor did your body care. You were punching your way towards the building and the bodies that you dropped were burning with red and orange, burning with your rage. You stood before the building huffing and shaking at the physical toll this mission is taking on you alone. You glanced over your shoulder, watching each and every HYDRA agent’s body burn, whether they were alive or not didn’t matter to you. 

You pushed the door open and unsheathed your knife as your hands were dripping with blood. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to fight off the first defense with just your hands but you couldn’t help it. You saw them and went blind with red. 

“Okay where the fuck is she, I gotta get up in the morning.” You sighed as you made your way down the longest fucking hallway you’ve ever seen. You started to grow anxious at the sight of no one around. You sighed and cupped your hands on each side of your mouth to make your voice louder, not that you needed it. 

“HERE HYDRA, HYDRA! COME EAT!” You mimicked the way you would call a cat or dog. You sighed and waited for the sounds of boots but nothing. You started to walk down the hallway when you heard a whimper. You would’ve missed it if you were an assassin. Your head did a sharp right and you thought you got whiplash for a moment. You griped your knife that you’ve been holding for a while now and slowly made your way towards the sound. 

“Hello?” You whispered as though you might scare it away. You heard shuffling and what sound like chains. 

“Help…m-me.” Your eyes widen and you kicked down the locked door with ease and lit a fire with your hand to give some light in the abyss of darkness. You saw a small fragile girl curled in a ball with barely anything covering her body, she was trying to push herself more against the corner. You walked towards her and heated chains that restricted her hands and legs until they fell off. 

“Come on, it’s time to go home. Bucky’s waiting for us.” Her eyes soon began to show hope and was filled with tears. She hugged you with little strength she had and nuzzled her face in your shoulder. 

“Okay..” She tried to stand but let out a strangled cry as her legs wouldn’t hold her weight especially now that you noticed they were broken. Your rage seethed out of your pores and she definitely could tell the change of aura around you. She clings on you and began to apologize for her lack of strength. 

“Trust me honey, it isn’t your fault. I will make them pay for what they did to us.” You hosted her up in your arms and began to run towards the exist until you both felt the breeze that was soon replaced with heat due to the amount of bodies burning from your doing. When she saw the burning bodies, she gasped and looked at your cold facial expression. You glanced at her as you neared the jet. 

“They hurt me. They hurt you. They hurt our Bucky. I’m not going to apologize.” You stiffened when she hugged you from her position and cried. You began to walk up the ramp when you froze in your spot at the sight of an intruder. You growled and placed your new found friend behind you despite her protest. 

“Give her back to us and we won’t harm your precious team.” The man in front of you clearly was the leader but you didn’t care as you laughed in his face which took the two by surprise. You quieted down and chuckled as your enemy began to analyze you. 

“Hurt my team? Come on man, you couldn’t do that if you tired.” You tackled the man to the ground and began to punch his without effort and finally pulled your knife out and stabbed the man in the throat. He began to choke and you got off the intruder and kicked him until he was rolling down he ramp as his body was stiff and lifeless. 

You shut the ramp and grabbed your survivor and carried her towards the co-pilot seat while you sat in the pilot’s seat. You told FRIDAY to auto pilot you home. When you were about a couple hundred mile out, you filled her in with updates and how the world has changed.

“Are you Bucky’s girlfriend?” You stiffened at her question and shook your head no.

“But you want to be?” You again stiffened and sighed. You chuckled as you explained your position on the team and in Bucky’s heart then you explained where he was in your heart.

“Woooooow. He sounds a lot different but then again so are we.” She was a lot more talkative than he was that’s for sure. You chuckled at her answer. 

You both began to talk more and more about your thoughts and your inner demons. 

9 hours later..

“Steve mission complete and we are landing soon. Keep Bucky away.” When you didn’t hear a response from the solder you assumed he got the message. 

You shrugged your shoulders and stood at the ramp with your new friend and was chatting away when the ramp came down.”

“Y/N Y/L/N! WHERE HAv-” You sighed as you closed your eyes as you saw the brunette stride towards you but lost his voice when he saw the woman beside you. 

“I’m sorry Y/N, I tr-” Steve was also speechless when he saw the woman. You chuckled and turned towards her and bend down to pick her up due to her legs. You carried her bridal style down the ramp and towards Bucky. 

“You gotta teach me the art of rending a man speechless.” You both giggled as you place her in Bucky’s arms with a smile.

“Rebecca?” His voice was so little and broken. Rebecca Barnes, sibling of James Barnes. He finally had family.

“Hi Jamie.” She had tears in her eyes and sniffled as she found herself hugging onto Bucky’s neck and sobbing that she finally had her brother back. 

“But how?” The four of you were heading to the infirmary to get you and Rebecca looked at. The two were talking no stop about what happened back in the 40′s. You and Steve however stayed silent trying not to ruin the moment.

“Well I was about to give up hope but then I saw Y/N here yelling and killing 50 agents by herself then still had strength to carry my fat ass!” Rebecca was laughing and you were too considering you were yelling around the building you both left hours ago. 

“Actually honey I think it was 70!” You turned and chuckled when she playfully rolled her eyes and giggled. Yep she’s your new best friend. 

“Y/N I was just ab- you’re bleeding.” When he entered the medical bay you heard Bruce’s voice first and when he pointed out that you were bleeding, you feel but luckily Steve caught you. 

“Honestly you need to team up with someone already before you die.” Bruce huffed and looked your wound over as he decided that you just need to be patched, it wasn’t bad enough to need stitches. 

“You tell me that every day.” You rolled your eyes as you attended your own wounds and swatted him away, telling him to look at Rebecca. 

“Hi Rebecca. I’m Bruce and I’m going to be looking at your wounds okay?” You smiled to yourself at his kindness and consideration. 

“Okay..” Rebecca was perched upon one of the many tables as Bruce began to look at her legs. She glanced at you and saw you tempting to take your upper catsuit off but failed. You weren’t going to ask for help, she knew that much so she asked Bucky to help you real quick. He nodded at his sister’s request and walked your way. 

“I’m fine.. just need scissors.” You mumbled but he didn’t hear you or didn’t care for your protests. He unzipped your upper body and pulled your arms out of the sleeves gently and stood in front of you with eyes full of questions. But he just hugged you and nuzzled into your hair.

“Thank you..” You heard him sniffled and smiled warmly in his shoulder as you grabbed him tightly as you could with one arm. Your wound in your side wouldn’t let you grab the man in front of you no matter how hard you tried. 

He pulled away from you with a teary smile and blush upon his cheeks. You placed your hand on his cheek and smiled at him with a genuine smile that you never have showed before. He looked at you with adoration and smiled. He kissed your forehead and rest his forehead against your temple. 

“You know, you are the most important person to me.” He whispered to you and you stiffened at the confession. Your eyes were glossy and you turned to kiss his cheek and sniffled. You nodded in agreement unable to trust your voice at the moment.  He pulled back and turned to discuss what will need to be done about his sister’s legs. 

You shook your head and attended to your wound but your mind kept drifting towards the man who had stolen your heart. When you were done with your wounds and found the entire team entering upon hearing Bucky’s sister was found. You smiled and left without a word to turn in for the night. You passed Bucky’s room and stopped in your tracks as you thought about how in the world were you going to tell him you love him especially since his sister is here and what if he doesn’t want to be in a relationship right now.. 

You sighed as you continued to walk towards your room with depressing thoughts but with a sense of hope that maybe it will work out.

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A New Life: Part Seven

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WC: 2,171



“Well. That didn’t go as planned.” Dean sat up to hop off the bed. You put a firm hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him back down, still worried about his head. He gave you a disgruntled look, but settled back and propped himself against a pillow.

“So…what the hell. There’s two of them like, working together?” He turned to look at Sam, who shrugged.

You turned away and stared at the hotel wall, deep in thought. You tuned the boys out as they threw around guesses.

You jumped up suddenly. “I know who the man is.”

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ALTL Part 47

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Title: ALTL Part 47

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Lucifer

Word Count: 1,093

Warnings: angst I guess?

A/N: Let’s end Sweet Treat Saturday with a bang shall we? ;) I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!! I love you all so much <3 <3

The masterlist to this series can be found HERE!

Ever since your argument with Sam and Dean, things had settled down.  You were back into the groove of hunting.  You respected Sam and Dean’s wishes, only going on hunts that were absolutely necessary.  It gave you time to work on harnessing your abilities.  You had to learn one way or another.

“Now focus on your fist [Y/N],” Lucifer coached.  “Make sure you hit the concrete cinder block Gabriel is holding, and not Gabriel.  Although, that would be hilarious.”  Lucifer held his arms out to the side as he caught Gabriel’s glare.  “I’m just saying, it would be.”

“I’m not going to hit Gabriel for funzies Lucifer,” you muttered.  “If I hit him, it would be for a reason.”  You grinned, getting a glare from Gabriel.  “I’m kidding, just hold it steady.”  You took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand.  When you struck the cinder block with your fist, the concrete block turned to dust.

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Save a drum kit, Bang a drummer - Smut.

Author: mystic-biscuit
Rating: 18+ NSFW
Words: 3546
Pairing: Dylan x Reader


So, I wrote this to quench the rage lust I've been experiencing the last two days, because I've been listening to Slow Kids at Play none stop.

And Dylan drumming gives me the ting-lies. So, the song that they play is I Wanna Be by Slow Kids at Play. I couldn’t find the lyrics to this song to save my life, so I hope they’re not wrong.

Also, sorry to the hoes that had to deal with said rage lust and my over use of capitalization. In my defense they are just as bad!

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Meeting the Pharaoh//An Ahkmenrah Imagine

malfoyyoulilshit said: Hey could you please do another Ahkmenrah imagine from Night at the Museum? Thanks, love your imagines xxxx

Ah yes, an excuse to write more about my pharaoh


You strolled through the museum, munching on Red Vines and humming under your breath, saying hello to the various exhibits. You were trying to find Attila, Jed, and Octavius, your three best friends in the museum. 

“Oi! Dad!” you yelled.

“I’m busy, talk to Teddy!” he hollered.

You groaned and went off to find the president. “Hey, Ted.”

“Hello (Y/N),” he said, smiling warmly.

“You seen Atilla and the mini-boyfriends?”

He chuckled. “Last I saw, they were plotting in the hall of miniatures.”

You pretended to be outraged. “Without me?”

The man chuckled. “I’m sure they won’t do anything without you. Go find them, and do try not to cause too much havoc.”

You grinned. “Thanks Ted.”

“Anytime,” he said, tipping his hat and riding away. You marched to the hall of miniatures and walked in, stopping with your hands on your hips. Atilla saw you first, and his eyes went wide. 

Jed and Octavius turned around and saw you and immediately stopped talking.

“Are you guys plotting without me?” you asked accusingly.

They grinned sheepishly. “No offense intended, Gigantress,” Jed said, Octavius nodding in agreement.

You rolled your eyes. “Uh-huh, sure. Where are we going tonight?” you asked.

Jed and Octavius climbed up your arm until they were sitting on your shoulder. Atilla picked you up and put you on his shoulders and walked out of the room. 

Jed tapped a finger on his chin. “How about the Egypt exhibit?”

Octavius nodded in agreement. “I believe the pharaoh is the only exhibit that you haven’t met yet. Atilla, to the Egypt exhibit!”

Atilla grunted and stopped moving. You patted his shoulder. “Please,” you added for the tiny Roman. Atilla started walking again until you reached the exhibit, where he lifted you off of his shoulders and put the tiny men in his hat. 

Before you could ask where the pharaoh was, the three exhibits disappeared out the door, shutting it behind them. “Guys?” You tried the door, but it was locked.

The two giant jackals came to life and came at you with razor-tipped spears. 

“Shit,” you mumbled.

The came closer, and one nicked your shoulder. You could feel the warm blood trickling down your shoulder.

You hissed in pain and slid between their legs, coming up next to a coffin. The inhabitant of said coffin was banging on the inside of the lid. 

You looked around, desperate for an escape, but no such luck. “Fuck this!” you screamed, and in a last-ditch effort, you shoved the lid of the sarcophagus off and the thing inside sat up. “Oh, hell no,” you muttered.

The guy yelled something at the jackals and they stood down. He reached up and unwrapped his bandages. 

Holy shit, the guy was a babe.

“Are you all right?” he asked with a concerned look. “You’re bleeding.”

“It’s just a scratch, I’ll be fine. Jed, Octavius, and Atilla, however… They’re all going to be puddles of wax when I’m done with them.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you by any chance (Y/N)? Larry’s daughter?”

You nodded.

“I am Ahkmenrah. Come, let’s get that looked at.” He pulled off the rest of his bandages, revealing his royal garb underneath. He hopped out and you tried not to stare at him as he grabbed his crown. “Let’s go then.”

“Uh, the door’s locked,” you said quietly. 

“Well now, that is an issue, isn’t it?”

You nodded. “I can call my dad to come let us out.” You pulled out your phone and dialed his number. 

After five minutes of waiting in an uncomfortable silence, Larry opened the doors. “Sorry I wasn’t here to get you out sooner Ahk,” he said. “I was busy dealing with the breakroom problem.”

The king nodded. “Don’t let it happen again though, please. Fear of tight spaces is not a pleasant thing.”

Larry nodded apologetically, and his eyes widened when he saw your arm. “What happened to you?”

“Nicked by a jackal spear. I’m fine though.”

“Let’s get that cleaned up.”

You and your dad headed down to the break room where the first aid kit was kept. Ahk followed tentatively, not sure if he was supposed to stay with you, or go somewhere else.

You thanked Larry and got up, wandering around the museum and munching on an apple you grabbed from the fruit bowl. 

“Do you need something?” you asked the pharaoh, noticing that he was still following you.

“Uh, no, sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You shrugged and kept walking until you saw your three friends. “You!” you shouted. Their eyes widened and they began to run. “Oh, hell no.” You took off after them, dropping the apple and grabbing the lighter in your pocket. you took a short cut and cut them off at the end of the hall, grinning when you saw Ahk blocking the other end. You cornered Atilla and the miniatures, holding the lighter to their faces menacingly, making them all cower in fear. 

Ahk found himself admiring the fact that you could make a six and a half foot tall hun cower in fear using only a tiny plastic lighter. 

“Who’s brilliant idea was it to lock me in the Egypt exhibit with the homicidal jackals then?” you snarled.

Jed and Octavius pointed at each other, but Atilla pointed at Jed. You picked the tiny cowboy up by the back of his shirt. “Explain.”

He sighed. “We wanted you to meet the pharaoh,” he said meekly.

You rolled your eyes. “That couldn’t have waited until he was actually out and walking around?”

If plastic could blush, Jed would be. He hung his head. “Sorry Gigantress.”

Octavius echoed him and Atilla nodded apologetically. 

“Y'all are idiots,” you snorted.

“Are we good?” the tiny cowboy asked apprehensively. 

You grinned. “Yeah, I s'pose we are.” You whistled and waved Ahk over. “Thanks for helping me out,” you told him.

He shrugged. “They locked you in with, what was it you said? Ah, yes. ‘Homicidal jackals.’”

“Hey, I stand by that,” you said. 

He laughed. Good god he had a nice laugh. “I suppose you have good reason.”

You grinned. “Damn right I do.”

Ahkmenrah couldn’t help but feel intrigued by the foul-mouthed girl standing next to him, surveying the entire museum over the balcony, watching her brother play fetch with the giant dinosaur. 

“That looks like fun,” you said as you watched Nicky ride around on the T-rex.

You whistled loudly, catching the attention of the boy and the dinosaur. “Catch me!” you yelled, launching over the railing, landing on the dinosaur with a thump. 

The two of you ran off, laughing like idiots. “This is awesome,” you said, grinning.

Nicky nodded in agreement.

Ahk watched in shock as you launched yourself over the side of the railing. She’s insane, he thought. I love it. 

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Word count - 1064

Warnings - Lesbian, and a little bit of fluff 

photo/gif is NOT mine, credits to whoever made it 

Harley Quinn x Reader

You wake up to the screams of Harley, she is sweating. “No! Mr. J I promise I’ll be a good girl, I’ll stop talking to her!” You hear her yell, it kills you to know what that clown did to her after he heard that she was spending more time with you than him. That was when you were starting to fall head over heels for the beautiful woman, lying next to you.

“Pumpkin! Wake up!” You yell and start shaking her so that she wakes up. She gets up in a rough way, looking at you in fear, she gets out of bed, stumbling and starting to point at you. “You! If it weren’t for you I’d be with my puddin’! I hate you!” She starts crying but keeping her distance from you, looking at you as a monster. You get out of bed, your hands in the air and start walking towards her, wanting to comfort her.

“Pumpkin, you know that I love you, you know that I would do anything for you.” You say, cautiously walking towards her, looking at her beautiful blue eyes. You reach for her hand and she looks at you, completely terrified, but not running away. You start to kneel down at her height, since she was sitting down. You cup her cheek and wipe her tears away, you hug her and she stays still, nuzzling her head in the crook of your neck. “It’s alright baby girl, I’ll protect you, you’re safe with me, he can’t get to you. It’s just a dream.” You say, kissing her forehead. She looks at you and starts to smile, you give her a passionate kiss and get up, helping her get up, she pulls you into a tight hug and you smile at the comfort being with her, she looks at you, her gaze filled with love. “What would I do without you Y/N?” Harley says kissing you and hugging you once more. “Well, maybe you would be with another person.” You say, sitting down at the bed you both shared. Harley giggles and smiles at you, lying down on your lap. “How ‘bout we go get some more sleep princess?” You say and start playing with her hair. “But what about my dreams? What if you go to sleep and I can’t?” She asks looking insecure, you chuckle, starting to lay down your pillow and opening your arms. She crawls to your arms and turns around, looking at your Y/EC eyes. “Well, how about we just cuddle” She smiles and nods, you quickly peck her lips and cuddle with Harley.


You enter the club and smirk, this is gonna be fun.

“Mr. J is waiting for you” One of his gooneys tells you and you grab your lighter. “Great, well, don’t just stand there and lead me to him!” You say and light the cigarette, putting in between your teeth. “Of course, please follow me Miss Y/L/N.” He says and you walk towards a big door, you enter and see him, a girl is sitting on his lap, pale face, blue eyes, red lips. She has blonde hair and at the end there is red and blue. You smile at her and she looks at you confused.

“Please, take a seat” Joker smiles and pushes the girl away, she doesn’t say anything and stands up. Throwing the cigarette towards the carpet, I watch the Joker and the girl. “Well Y/N let’s talk about business, I’ve heard that you transport guns, ammunition, machine guns.” He says and smiles, you chuckle and nod “Yes, I have a lot of contacts and I gain some pretty fair money just by giving guns” You say and Joker smiles “Well, dollface, I would like to make a deal with you. Give me your secrets, your so called ‘contacts’ tell me how to do it and I’ll give you what ever you want.” He laughs, you roll your eyes and nod. “What ever I want huh? But you’ll need to give me someone to get to know the whole process of transporting such stuff” You say and he smiles once more, grabbing the girls hand and sitting her on his lap, whispering something in her ear, she giggles and nods, looking at you. “Well, my dear little Harley will learn all of that. How much time do you need?” He said, putting his hands on the table. You start getting up from the chair. “As long as it takes for her to learn everything.” You say, walking towards Harley and grabbing her hand, shocks went through your hand as you grabbed her. “I’d like for her to start right now” You say, looking at the Jokers crazy blue eyes. He smirked and kissed her. “Behave for daddy.” He said and left the room. Harley looked at you and smiled. “So, where should we start?!” Harley said and you smiled, this was going to be fun. “Well, lets get to know each other” You said and grabbed her hand, not knowing everything that was going to happen.


You wake up and Harley is snoring slightly, you hug her and start whispering in her ear “Harley sweetie, wake up it’s gonna be a long day” You say and start to kiss her ear, making your way to her lips. “But Y/N do I have to go?” She says, her eyes still closed. You chuckle at her laziness “You don’t want me to be all alone, do you? What are you going to do?” Harley finally opens her eyes and you sit on top of her, being careful to not hurt her. Your foreheads touch and Harley grabs your hips, your lips slightly touching. “You’re gonna miss me and I would miss you, come with me.” You say and she giggles, her hands traveling towards your back, you want to feel her lips against yours, feel the fireworks that go through your body when your lips touch hers, the emotions that she makes you feel. “Shut up and kiss me.” She says before lifting her head and kissing you, your lips move in sync, her sweet taste on you. “I love you Y/N” Harley says and kisses you again, passionately “And I love you Harley.” You say and kiss her, not knowing what you did to get this special person in your world.

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Hope you guys like it! Please tell me if there is something wrong with how I put and described Harley or Joker. Requests are open ;)

Yayo - Tate Langdon x Reader

REQUESTED: Tate catches you trying to do coke for the first time and stopping you.


You stared up at the clock and sighed. The day was going by so slowly. It was only 4th period and you still had half a day left of this shit. You decided you were going to skip out the rest of the day. You had to make a stop at your dealers anyway, since you and Tate had smoked almost all of your pot. When the bell rang you gathered your stuff and slipped out the janitors hallway. When you made it to your car you breathed a sigh of relief that you weren’t caught, before lighting a cigarette and pulling out of the parking lot.

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Spirit of Adventure

Anonymous said: Hey! so I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is dean and sam’s little sister and they go on a hunt together and they’re really protective but the reader is trying to prove herself so she goes off on her own and then whatever you want happens, I just really like the concept of them having a sister :D Thanks!! You are really good at writing by the way.

Awww, thanks anon! I really like that you enjoy my writing and so I hope you enjoy this too!

Word count: 1210

Relationship: Sam/Dean sister.

Warnings: some violence.


You stood firmly on your ground, your hands closing into angry fists. Once again, Dean and Sam were not letting you go on a hunt wirh them-well, to the action part anyways, they were perfectly fine with you doing the research.

“(Y/N), you’re staying here, wether you want it or not,” Dean said, crossing his arms.

“Dean, this is not fair!” You shouted, finally done with your brothers’ attitudes. “I’m tired of sitting around doing nothing while you guys are out there risking your lives!”

“Exactly my point! You are not going out there to risk your live for this!”

“Why not?!”

“Because I say so!”

You turned around, bitting your lip to try to stop the angry tears that were forming in your eyes.

“(Y/N),” Sam said softly.  “Please, try to understand.  We just don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“But what about when somehing happens to you guys, because face it, one day you’re gonna walk out of that door and never come back!”

A stunned silence followed your words, and you turned around, your eyes wide. You had never said anything like that. Sure, you had thought about it once or twice, but you had just ignored it. This time, you said your biggest fear out loud.

“I-I didn’t-” you stutter over your words, not knowing what to say.  Your brothers’ eyes were glassy, and you could feel tears on your own cheeks.

Sam and Dean put their arms around you, and you managed to do the same.

“I just don’t want for one of you to get hurt and know that I  could’ve been there to prevent it.”

Your voice was muffled by their bodies, but you knew they had heard you clearly.

You separated, wipping the salty tears off. Sam and Dean looked at each other, and you could see that they were having one of their silent conversations.

Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, (Y/N), you can come,” he finally said, “and if you do okay then you can maybe, maybe, join us every now and then.”

You beamed at them. Maybe it wasn’t much, but it was a start.

“Well, what are you standing around for? Go get changed, kid,” Dean said, clearing his throat. Sam chuckled as you ran into the bathroom, a pair of jeans and one his old shirts on hand.

“Not willing to get your clothes dirty?” He called out behind you.

“Shut up, Sam!” You replied with a smile.

In a few minutes you’re all dressed up and hopping into the Impala.

The case you were on was not actually that dangerous. Just a ghost looking for revenge; your brothers and you had dealt with more, but still,  it was technically your first case.

“Okay, (Y/N), when we get there you stay close to either Dean or me,” Sam says, turning around to face you.

“Yeah, no wandering around at all,” Dean says, taking his eyes off the road for a second.

You roll your eyes, sighing in annoyance.

“Guys, I’m not stupid,” you say, “don’t worry so much.”

“(Y/N), it’s your first hunt, a bunch of things could go wrong.”

“How reassuring,” you say sarcastically, but stay silent the rest of the ride.

Dean pulls over at a run-down house where teens generally stay the nights because of stupid dares. As they were doing now, it seemed, judging from the faint glow of light visible through one of the windows.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Dean said with annoyance. “Okay, (Y/N), Sam, you guys get whoever is in there out and I’ll look for the remains.”

“How about you and Sam look for the bones while I get those idiots out, ” you say confidently.

“And let you alone?” Sam says, shaking his head. “No way, (Y/N).”

“C’mon, I’m sure I can handle it,” you beg, but Dean merely pushes a gun into your hands.

“You’re going with Sam,” he says firmly, reading right through you. The truth is that you actually wanted to explore the house by yourself, if only for a few minutes.

Splitting up from Dean at the stairs, you and Sam took the second floor, searching for whoever was in here. You find the room where the light is coming from, and with a swift push, Sam and you enter, your guns held high.

Someone screams, and you look around for the source of the noise. There are three teenage boys huddled in the corner, their bright cellphones forgotten on the floor. They manage to calm down a bit, and you put your hands on your hips.

“Okay, boys,” you say, “time to go.”

“Who are you to tell us what to do?” One of the boys manages to say.

"Someone who’s saving your life,” you reply easily, watching as Sam helps them up.

“I’m sorry, Sweetheart,” the same boy says once he is up. “But I just don’t see how a girl is supposed to save my life.”

Taking deep breaths to calm down and not punch the guy, you turned around, but before you could take two steps, the jerk grabbed your hand, forcing you to look at him. In an instant, Sam pushed the guy off, his whole body tense.

“Don’t touch her again,” he threatened, and the other guy nodded shakily. You signaled for the other boys to follow you, and with Sam at the front, the five of you marched out of the room.

You were on the end of your little line, and after making sure that Sam was looking forward, you slipped inside a room, closing the door quietly. You wanted to explore around, if only for a few minutes.

It was eerily quiet, and then a branch hit the window. You took a deep breath and began searching around, keeping your eyes opened for any clues as to where the remains of the ghost were. A closed wood box caught your attention, and quickly opening it, you looked throughout its contents. There were a few old letters, and -bingo- a piece of hair attached to the last one.

This has to be it, you thought triumphantly.

Grabbing your lighter and a pack of salt from your pocket, you took the hair out, ready to set it on fire. Then all of a sudden you felt someone pushing you against the wall. At the same time, you heard Sam ands Dean, distantly calling your name. You looked up, your eyes meeting an old man’s scarred face.

He launched at you and you threw yourself to the side. Running towards the piece of hair, you felt the ghost grab your wrist so strongly that you were sure a bruise would form.

He took a knife from his pocket, holding it high into the air. You screamed, trying desperately to get away from him. Then Sam and Dean burst in through the door, Dean shooting the ghost without hesitation.

“What the hell did I tell you about separating?!” He yelled angrily, and you looked down, watching out of the corner of your eyes as Sam burned the piece of hair.

“Sorry,” you whispered, your voice breaking. Once again the boys embraced you tight.

“You are so grounded.”