hope it counts as quotes too ;)

Hurt Me, Cure Me

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean and the Reader have a toxic relationship but they can’t seem to get enough of each other.

Word Count: 1.5kish

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Pinch of Fluff

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @paigeinastory‘s “Country Song/Sentence Prompt Challenge”. I got the song “Playing with Fire” by Thomas Rhett ft Jordin Sparks. I also got the quote “The pain burns yet we always come back for more.” I hope you guys like this one!!! *hides face* also, special thanks to my boo @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester for making the aesthetic for my fic!!

Hurt Me, Cure Me

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader finds Bucky’s journal in her apartment after he broke up with her. Requested by Anonymous.

Word Count: 1,477

Warnings: Depression, Language probably, idk

A/N: It’s named Adagio because I listened to Samuel Barber’s Adagio for strings while writing this. Such a beautiful song. Also there are two BuckyNat quotes, they were too beautiful I couldn’t resist. Hope you’ll like the story :)

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

“You should find a new secret place for your diary, miss.”

The repairer’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked up at him and frowned as he waved a small book in the air.

“I don’t have a diary.” You extended a hand in his direction and took the book.

“Well, it’s what was blocking the vents. Should work now.” He closed the vent grill and climbed off the chair.

All your attention was focused on the small leather-bound book in your hands. You didn’t flinch when the repairer announced his ridiculously high price, you only made a noise of agreement and walked him back to the front door without taking your eyes off the book.

Once he was gone, you walked over to the kitchen and put the book on the counter. Carefully, you opened it to a random page.

Cursive letters, clear handwriting, nice loops, a bit in italics. You would recognise Bucky’s handwriting anywhere.

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Requested:  If its not too much of a bother can i have #55 and #84 for the drabble game with jungkook please and thank you. (I hope i dont come of as rude i love your blog.)

You didn’t come off rude at all:) Thank you for requesting♥ I honestly LOVED writing this, I was so excited when I saw those two quotes being requested so thank you so much

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 778

“Stop saying you love me when you don’t mean it.”

“I wish I could hate you, I really do.”

You aren’t simply a good friend, you have become part of my soul. We’ve been through so much together yet you’re so oblivious to the obvious signs. When life became a storm you were the boat that kept the salty water from entering my lungs. You were always there for me as I was for you. We said we’d always be there for each other and neither of us has broken that promise. You were love when I needed it and I thank you for that. You may have been the love when I needed it but it had stayed with me. I’m hopelessly in love with my best friend and it’s eating me up inside.

You flung yourself on Jungkook’s bed once you entered his room, him following you soon after landing right beside you.

“I honestly hate you.” 

“No you don’t, you love me, you can’t hate me.” Jungkook laughed staring up at his ceiling along with you. If only he knew how true those words really were.

“Well I wish I could. I wish I could hate you, I really do.” You say bluntly, so much emotion behind those words yet Jungkook never caught on. He sat up leaning on his elbows and looked down at you.

“What’s wrong? Why so mean today?” Jungkook’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion as he looked over your features. He noticed the cold look on your face, your eyes boring into him and he couldn’t be more confused. You just rolled your eyes and sat up, pulling your hair up in a high ponytail, back facing Jungkook.

“I’m not being mean.” You simply say

“Then what’s wrong.” You took a deep breath in and closed your eyes.

I’m in love with you.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” You stand up patting your back pockets in search for your phone. You noticed it’s lying on Jungkook’s bed. Reaching for it, it get’s snatched away and held in the hand of the boy in front of you, eyebrows not knitted anymore as he has a hard stare held on his face.

“You’re not getting your phone back until you tell me what’s wrong.” Jungkook now stood up, his height now towering over you as he took a step closer, you took a step back on instinct. “Why would you want to hate me? We’re best friends (Y/N). You know I love you-”

“Stop saying you love me when you don’t mean it.” You snapped, eyes angry and frustration was soon filling in them but most of all hurt resignated in them. Jungkook was able to see that right away.  

“What are you talking about? Of course I love you (Y/N).” Jungkook took another step forward which you took another step back, legs hitting his dresser  blocking you from moving back anymore. Seeing his opportunity Jungkook took another step towards you, arms on each side of you resting on the dresser completely blocking any move for escape. 

You lowered your head, staring at your now more fascinating fingers than looking at the boy who was so close to you. You closed your eyes and took in a big breath slowly letting it out.

“You don’t love me Jungkook…not in the way that I love you.” 

Jungkook’s eyes broadened, body becoming numb and rigid as realization came flooding in. The looks, the way your cheeks would flush whenever he looked at you for too long, you were always there for him and did whatever you could to make sure he was okay, But you were just being a good friend..right? 

Your head was still down, fumbling with your fingers. Jungkook stayed right where he was, hands sliding closer towards each other until his arms were wrapped around your waist. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat from the sudden contact of skin. All Jungkook could do was stare, stare at the girl who he’d grown so close with. How could he have not seen the signs? How could he be so unaware of everything that was presented to him? He backed his head up a little but still keeping a hold on your waist and keeping a close distance between you two.

“Look at me.” His voice was deep but it came off in a whisper. 

You raised your head, eyes going to his. He saw the fear in your eyes yet you couldn’t determine the look in his. It was something you’d never seen before when he looked at you. It was unknown and foreign yet you welcomed it. His hold on you tightened as he brought you even closer, lips only grazing each other when he spoke.

“I love you too.”

Fighting for Love

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: You and Dean have been fighting a lot lately and drifting further apart from one another after everything that has happened with the Mark of Cain and Amara. Is the relationship worth fighting for or is it time for you to move on?

Word Count: 1,701

Warnings: Angst and fluff, language

Author’s Note: Another quick one-shot for @whispersandwhiskerburn’s 750 challenge. She added so many new Harry Potter quotes that I had to snag one up. This one turned into something very angsty and I am not sure why. It’s not my forte but I hope you all enjoy it. Feedback is always welcome since I am a newbie! Special thanks to @jalove-wecallhimdean for being a beta for this fic!

Originally posted by lazlonium

Today was a day that you refused to move too far from your bed. You and the boys had been going non-stop for over a month with hunt after hunt and you were over it. You rolled out of bed long enough to take a shower, brush your teeth, and get back into your comfiest pair of pajamas. Deciding to make yourself a quick breakfast with coffee, you quickly made your way into the bunker’s kitchen to do just that, seeing both the boys sitting at the island block with their laptops open.

“Good morning, sweetheart. I was wondering when you’d grace us with your presence.”

You quickly pulled open the refrigerator door, scowling over your shoulder to see Dean’s famous smirk and Sam chuckling quietly under his breath.

“I’m telling you both one time and one time only. I am NOT going on a hunt today. If you find one, you are on your own. I need a break and I’m taking one. I am going to make myself some food, bury myself under the covers, and watch The Green Mile.”

You turned back around and started throwing together a quick breakfast so you could make good on your plans. The Green Mile was one of your favorite movies and when you had the time to sit and watch it the whole way through, you were going to.

Because your back was turned you did not see Sam nodding his head and silently agreeing to your plans. He was your best friend and understood what you needed better than you did sometimes. He had noticed how on edge you had been lately and he didn’t think hunting was the only cause. Your relationship with Dean had been strained for months. After everything with the mark, becoming a demon, and Amara, it was easy to say you had shut a big part of yourself off from Dean. You weren’t quite sure when it happened but you had slowly started to pull away in order to protect your heart. The final straw was his bond with Amara, even if you knew he couldn’t control it; it still hurt more than you wanted to admit.

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REQUESTED: “could I request a fic where Credence is in the tub after a bad day & he’s just kinda curled up in the tub all sad & his s/o comes in w flowers & they talk for a bit (s/o tries to comfort him) but Credence is still kinda melancholy and s/o is like ‘fuck that/it’ takes their jacket & shoes and climbs in & giggles & kisses & possibly smut ensues~ thank you & I love this blog"

Warnings: Descriptions of a destructive mindset, but nothing too explicit.

Word Count: 1,508

A/N: This doesn’t have smut because I’ve had like zero energy lately, I’m sorry :// I hope it’s still okay!! :-)

It was easy to forget when he was surrounded by friends and loved ones that much of his life had been pretty horrible, to put it mildly, but now, sitting in the bathtub submerged in hot water, Credence couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with it, like every happy moment was just filler time until he was free to remember. Mostly, he was overwhelmed with thoughts of his Ma, so much so that he couldn’t help but fall completely victim to an onslaught of negative thoughts.

Sitting in this tub for so long, indulging in the warmth of the water and letting himself use frivolously scented soap, well, that certainly must be a sin. He could hear all those times that Mary Lou reprimanded him for standing in the shower for too long, that bodies aren’t meant for relaxing; they’re meant for doing the Lord’s good work.

Credence let himself slip further under the water, fighting tears at the memory of that seemingly forgotten voice, but then, his hair, grown long now that he didn’t have to sit in that creaking chair every Saturday as Mary Lou lopped off chunks of it to keep it from unruliness, began to swirl around his shoulders, sweeping across them and pressing to his neck and face as the strands separated and floated in the water. Credence couldn’t help but lift a hand to them, yanking with more force than he intended, fighting off the bile that rose with the rising awareness of his sin, the vanity he indulged when he looked in the mirror to style his hair and appreciate it afterward, the pride he fostered when his friends and significant other complimented it, the disorder it caused since it was not easily maintained. Perhaps his hair was his greatest sin of all.

But no, his greatest sin must be you. You, whom he loved so dearly and with all of his heart. Premarital sex, sex for pleasure, letting you touch him at all, that was sin. The pleasure he got from it, that was sin. Letting you love him when he was so wicked, that was sin. And of course, the fact that he loved you more than he ever loved the Lord that Mary Lou talked about, preached about, fought about… That was his greatest sin. The thought of what Mary Lou would do if she were here to learn of his wickedness, of the sin he had been allowed to succumb to in her absence was enough to have him shaking, crying, pulling his knees to his chest, and closing his eyes as tightly as he could. He should have known he couldn’t forget. A quick glance to his scarred hands would have made sure of it, even if it had been theoretically possible. Mary Lou had made sure her teachings were a part of him forever. Looking at him now, she would have been proud of her work.

Credence slipped further into the tub, his nose now just above the water, the bath water that was now collecting the tears that had picked up a steady stream down his face, and he couldn’t help but jolt bolt upright when he heard a knock on the bathroom door before it opened.

There you were, his greatest weakness, the reason he lived in sin. Looking at you, closing the door gently, trying to balance a bouquet of assorted flowers in one hand as you did so, an assortment you must have noticed him admiring earlier that week, and not fully facing him yet, he couldn’t help but cry harder because he wouldn’t give up the sin he lived in—he couldn’t, not when he loved you so completely. Did that mean there was no salvation for him? Did that mean he was damned? Had Mary Lou been right all that time?

When a cracked sob came from the tub, you turned as quickly as you could and took Credence in: raven black hair plastered to his neck and face, honey brown eyes made glassy with tears, face slightly swollen from crying, lips parted in a deep frown, breaths coming quickly and causing his chest to look slightly sunken with the force of them. It was a bad day.

You placed the bouquet on the counter by the sink gently before walking over to the tub and sitting gently on the lip of it, gazing down at Credence before cupping his face in your hand. You watched his eyes flutter closed as he released a shaky breath and slipped further under the water. “Do you want to talk about what’s wrong, honey?”

Credence squeezed his eyes shut tighter at the term of endearment, one that he certainly didn’t deserve. “I’m a sinner.” His voiced rasped and cracked slightly from lack of use and from emotion. “She was…right. All that time, I…”

Getting up so that you could kneel by the tub instead and be closer to him, you brought your face near to his so that you could kiss his forehead and push his wet hair from his face. “Mary Lou, if she were really doing the work she said she did, would have acknowledged that we’re all sinners in the eyes of her God, Credence.”

Those beautiful eyes opened slightly so that you could see the color in them, and a tinge of hope too. “I guess… How do you know?”

You smiled gently at him, continuing to stroke your fingers through his hair. “My mother raised me on that Bible too, Credence. It may not mean so much to me anymore, but I remember the teachings. And we’re all sinners to Him. We just have to try our best. And part of trying our best is enjoying ourselves. Loving his other creations. Appreciating the life he gave us. Your mother just left those parts out to fit her own biases.”

His eyes were completely open now, looking at you with unhindered adoration and confliction. “It doesn’t mean much to me…anymore…either. Is that bad? I can… My mother’s voice… Am I wicked?”

You inhaled deeply and scratched lightly at his scalp before answering. “No, Credence. You were taught all the wrong things for a really long time by a really mean woman, and that makes it hard to let go. And there will be bad days like this one, but… You deserve the things you have, Credence. You aren’t wicked.”

He nodded at you and let his eyes fall closed again. “Thank you, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness as you realized he was still…low. You knew you couldn’t fix it, but you hated that he still had to go through this. You also knew you wouldn’t let him go through it alone. When you stood, his eyes opened again at the sound of your movements and widened as you kicked off your shoes and removed your jacket. “Do you mind if I join you, Credence?”

At his slow nod, you began taking off the rest of your clothes, blushing slightly at the pure love in his eyes. You still weren’t used to being loved so completely and reverently, especially by someone you loved just as much. You got in on the other end of the tub so that you could face him and wrapped your legs around his waist so that you could bring yourself closer to him, nearly in his lap. You cradled his face in your hands, stroking your thumbs just under his cheekbones and smiling when he let out a contented breath. “I love you so much, Credence…” You found yourself whispering.

His eyes opened again at that, just looking at you, taking you in. “I don’t know if I…deserve it.”

That hit you like a ton of bricks, right to the chest, and you simply shoved yourself forward in the water, not caring that water sloshed over the side of the tub, and pulling him into a hug, letting out a breathy, half-hearted laugh as your wet bodies slipped against one another.

Credence exhaled sharply too, but a sob followed as he finally moved his hands to clutch desperately at your back. “I love you, Y/N… I’m trying, but I…”

You pressed sloppy kisses to the slope of his neck and said, “Trying is all you can do, and it’s enough, Credence. I’m here on the bad days too. It’s us, remember?”

You pulled away as he nodded, resting your foreheads together and moving one hand to stroke his face again. “It’s us. Even… Even on bad days.”

You smiled broadly at the sound of his voice, more confident than it had been a moment before, despite its constant quiet, and moved back, gesturing for him to lean back against you. You stayed like that, his back pressed to your chest as you stroked patterns across his skin, long after the water had lost its warmth, and he wasn’t all better. Nothing had been fixed, but the more he relaxed against you, the clearer it became that good days would follow.


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@outside-the-government - Welcome to the fandom! I absolutely ADORE your fic about Leonard rescuing the reader from a crippled starbase. Your writing is incredible! I’m so excited to get to see more from you. I hope I’m one of the lucky ones in your contest, too! I’d love to see a fic featuring Bones and the reader inspired by the quote “only the wounded healer can heal.” :)

Word Count: 3361 (WTF?!)
Author’s Note: This totally got away from me. I hope you can see the connection to your requested quote - it feels a little tenuous, but it really is there…

You drew in a deep breath before stepping into Medbay. You’d just transferred over from Yorktown, and you were nervous. Doctor McCoy, the CMO, was the most frightening son of a bitch you’d ever had the misfortune to lay eyes on. Everything about him terrified you, from his intense stare to the way he quirked his eyebrow, like everyone in the room was an idiot. You’d only encountered him the one time before, but you weren’t likely to forget it. At least you’d won that battle…

One year prior…

“What the hell kind of sad excuse of a Med Clinic is this?” You heard him muttering under his breath as he looked around, holding a makeshift dressing against his friend’s head. The tall man was easily identifiable as a doctor, even without the telltale Science Blue top. His attitude alone was enough to make you want to choke. The truth of the matter was, it was an exceptional Med Clinic. The best on Yorktown, and second in stats only to the MedBay on the Enterprise. So the condemnation made your hackles rise.

“What seems to be the issue, gentlemen?” You asked as you approached the pair. The doctor was scowling. His friend, a definite hotty in Command Gold, was squinting through a sizeable lump forming around his eye. He had blood seeping from under the compress, and his nose was bleeding. As a quick assessment, you’d guess bar fight.

“The man’s bleeding!” The doctor barked. “Can’t you see that?”

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I grew up…I had my heart broken, hated my body and cried more times then I’d like to count, but here I am. I survived and I know I still have lots of growing up to do, but I think I can survive that too…

Originally posted by unlucky--bucky


Request: can i request a bucky x reader where the reader is a very sweet supporting girlfriend when he’s having a bad day. lots of fluffy talk and reassurance and love and adoration.

~ Thanks Anon ~

Warnings: Swearing, self hate (?), a sad Bucky

A/N: So this is more of a drabble! I used some quotes I found on google for this too. But like today is just honestly not my day. My brother is being a dick, my headphones broke, and I spilled hot tea all over myself. So let’s hope that the rest of today goes better, as I’m going to have to actually leave the house. So I’m just here singing and writing to calm myself down. yay me.

Word Count: 395

“Hey Bucky.”

Bucky came into the apartment hanging his coat by the door, and if I was being completely honest? He looked like shit.

I got up from the couch and made my way over to him, draping my arms around his neck, “Everything alright?”

He huffed and ran a hand through his hair, “No. Today was definitely not my day.”

I gave him a small smile, “Do you want to talk about it?”

He looked down at me and smiled, “I guess.’’

I led him over to the couch and sat in his lap with my head on his chest looking up at him,, “What happened?”

Bucky sighed brushing the hair out of my face, “It’s just… no one trusts me. It’s like they let my past define me. It’s like… they still think I want to kill them.”

I ran my fingers through his hair and gave him a sad smile, “I trust you babe. So does Steve. You can’t let them define you. You’ve changed Bucky. You’ve changed for the better, and if they can’t see that… it’s their loss.”

Bucky nodded but kept his eyes glued to the floor, “It’s just… what if they’re right? What if I haven’t changed? What if… deep down inside… I’m still a murderer and I still want to kill them?”

I grabbed his chin and turned it toward me so he was looking in my eyes, “There are a million what ifs Bucky. You can’t stop and spend forever worrying about them. You’re more than the mistakes you’ve made, Bucky. What if I decided to quit avenging and helped the world in a bad way? What if, during a mission, I risked my life for someone else’s?”

Bucky watched me with sad eyes, “But-”

“No. Stop. You know what? You can’t forget your past. You can only put your past away for so long but it will come rushing back. You define who you are Bucky. Not your past. You have so many people who believe in you! Just because a few people don’t doesn’t me you need to make yourself feel like shit because of! Bucky you’re stronger than them.”

Bucky nodded, resting his forehead softly against mine, “Thanks, doll. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you so much.”

I grinned, pressing my lips to his, “I love you too.”


You see the boy and you love him (insp.)
      ↳ Happy Birthday Faiza (victoriasugdens​)


The quote in the middle is seriously hitting home in me right now. I’m so excited to finally have my hands on this and be reading it. It’s definitely one of my most anticipated books for this year 🤗😍

Hope you are all having a lovely weekend and enjoying whatever you’re reading at the moment!!


so I thought I would do something since my follower count just scored a century and since I cannot draw very well, this is the best I could come up with: my favorite quote from my favorite character (because you know, the more heartbreaking it is, the better). I couldn’t decide which one was the best, so I just uploaded both. I hope you guys like it and thank you for being such sweethearts! Don’t hesitate to tell me which one you like the best, or which one you hated the most, whatever you want :D

in honor of being four volunteers away from 600, here is the fourth book of the series, and my fourth favourite quote from said book.
“"Optimist” is a word which here refers to a person, such as Phil, who thinks hopeful and pleasant thoughts about nearly everything. For instance, if an optimist had his left arm chewed off by an alligator, he might say, in a pleasant and hopeful voice, “Well, this isn’t too bad. I don’t have my left arm anymore, but at least nobody will ever ask me whether I am right-handed or left-handed,” but most of us would say something more along the lines of “Aaaaah! My arm! My arm!”“

The Threads of an Old Life Part 1

Hello everyone! I’ve begun work on a new fic series called The Journey Doesn’t End Here. I’ll be titling each chapter in this series based on quotes from The Lord of the Rings (books and movies) because it was a LotR quote that inspired the first thoughts of this series. The descriptions will have a brief summary of the series, word count, warning, tag lists, the full quote that the title is from, and an edit of Sam done by me (since photoshop is a new thing I’m interested in). I hope you guys enjoy this series!

“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand there is no going back. There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep… that have taken hold.”

What if, instead of working with Ruby to get revenge on Lilith for Dean’s death at the jaws of hellhounds, Sam had decided to go back to Stanford and try to live a normal life again? That was my beginning thought, and then many, many more what ifs tumbled through my brain, which led to this. Enjoy.

Tagging (mostly my Sam girls ‘cause it’s a Sam-centric series but let me know if you want tagged/don’t want tagged): @devsfan55 @icecream-and-gadreel @thinkwritexpress @itsallintheeyeofthebeholder @christmaswithmywinchesterangel @blushingsamgirl @oriona75 @ohfora67impala @itsemmyb @ellen-reincarnated1967 @gryffindorable713 @fingersinsamshair

Word Count: 1452
Warnings: a vivid nightmare, angst

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What light through yonder window breaks?

Request: Can i request, they first meeting, reader was on balcony and drunk pietro came and started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at her, if you have time ~ @wandaandpietroslave

Word Count: 689

You set down your book The Maze Runner on the side table in your hotel room. The floor below you was having some kind of loud party, and you just couldn’t concentrate. Deciding that you needed some fresh air, you stepped outside onto the balcony.

“Too bad I only got the second floor,” you mumbled to yourself, watching cars pass by on the busy street in front of you. “I could really use a view.”

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