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Girl’s Night

Summary: Nat and Wanda conspire to get you and Bucky together by getting you a little drunk during a girl’s night in.

Prompt(s): @canumoveyourseatup-no: So I looked at the prompt list and thought 4, 12, and 22 would make a hilarious combination with killer B. Or you can just choose one or a combination of two or whatever your heart desires.
4. “I’m too sober for this.”
12. “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
22. “Did you just hiss at me?”

Warnings: none! This is all fluff and fun. :D Swearing maybe?

Word Count: 2368

Author’s Note: Ok these prompts are adorable. I’m sorry love I could only manage the first two. Hopefully you like it anyway. This was fun. :D

Originally posted by hothothotgg

You sat on the couch with your feet curled up, tangled with Wanda’s, a bowl of popcorn between you both and an enormous pitcher of margaritas on the coffee table in front of you. It had been far too long since you’d had a girl’s night so the two of you took full advantage while most of the Avengers were off shaking hands at some elegant Stark event.

Sam heard your peals of laughter from his room down the hall and came to join the fun. “Margaritas!” he sang with a slight dance, before pouring himself a glass from the pitcher.

“Hey Sam,” Wanda greeted as you tried to stifle your giggling.

“You ladies sound like you’re having fun, mind if I join?”

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Voodoo Mama's Spellbook: A Lunar Menstrual Love Spell

*My spells, though voodoo/hoodoo influenced, are open to everyone*

This is a powerful love spell for those of us who have menstrual cycles. The menstrual cycle is proof that the universe is connected to you. The very moon is guiding your body like the tides of an ocean. So this is a spell written by my grandmother and she swears by it. She says that she met my papa two weeks after performing this spell. The concept is to allow the moon to lead your body to a new love. I have actually never done this spell but upon posting this I will be trying. (Single lesbian sobsob)

This love spell can be used two ways and I will get into more detail into the instructions. I prefer to ask for love to be guided to me instead of focusing on a particular person but you can do otherwise with a slight variation I will include. Let me note that everyone has their opinion on love spells. I do not care to hear yours.



  • -6 drops of menstrual blood 
  • -red wine 
  • -2 basil leaves 
  • -2 pinches ginger powder
  • -2 peaches 
  • -9 drops of juice from an orange
  • -full moon charged water 
  • -cheesecloth or something to strain water
  • -6 red rose petals 
  • -1 jar or container 
  • -(Optional) Hair of the person if there is someone in particular.


  1. First of all you want to mix your moon water, ginger powder and drops of orange juice. 
  2. Set it out in the moonlight while you peel and slice your peaches. Be very slow and delicate while you do this. It symbolized you opening yourself up to the new experiences.  
  3. Get your pot back and add the sliced peaches into the pot. 
  4. Add the basil and rose petals and place the pot on the stove. 
  5. While it boils, focus on it and push your desires onto it. This potion of love will be charged with your dreams and everything that you need from a lover. Think about certain aspects that you wish for that person to have. Don’t forget to stir every now and again. 
  6. Once it is boiling, let it go for 30 seconds or so. 
  7. Strain the water with your cheesecloth or whatever you plan to use into a jar. You can throw the items strained into the trash or use them for any gardening you need. 
  8. Make sure that your jar is only about ¾ of the way filled up. 
  9. Meditate while watching the jar. You can talk to any deity and do any prayers at this time. Ask it to be blessed. This water is a potion of love, charged by the moon. 
  10. Once you are ready, slowly add your blood. As it hits the water, the love potion is bound to you by blood. Watch it fall through the mixture. Think about how one of your most intimate aspects is now here. If you are using this on a person, add their hair now and think the same about them. They are tied to you. 
  11. Finally, add the red wine and fill the jar all the way up. This seals the deal. Think about the romance you want. Maybe talk to the mixture and tell it out loud. It loves suggestions. Please be specific and careful with your words. 
  12. Close the jar and give it 9 shakes filled with emotion and want. 
  13. If this is meant for a certain person, go to their home and pour the mixture below their window. If it is for just anyone, pour it under your own window. 
  14. Within the next month or two, if the spell has worked, you will meet someone who is brought to you by the pull of the moon. 
Reprogramming 2 (Remedy side story)

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, angst, fluff, mentions of smut, submissive behaviour, cute-ass Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

(I did some research after subspace and all that, but please don’t take my word for ANY of it!)

This takes place after chapter two of Remedy. (sorta)

Remedy (1) Remedy (2)

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I Feel Like a Winner

Fandom: Harry Potter → Marauders Era

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Plot: Requested: Anon: Can I get a young Sirius black request when he meets you for the first time when you quickly run into his room while your hiding from someone you just pranked. Then you just run off saying ‘thanks mate’ or something like that

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Warning: honestly what did you expected, a bit of swearing as usual.

You walked down the halls huffing and puffing, a scramble of notes and a large pile of books nearly crushing you from all the weight. The O.W.L.’s are coming up in two weeks and you have three quizzes next week, and you are not feeling well prepared. And honestly you are feeling a bit let down after all the things that happened between you and Sirius or lack thereof, as he actively tries to avoid you. And today, is Hogsmeade trip, which is of course you can’t go, because of all the damn work you have to do.

You gave a tight smile to the Fat Lady and murmured ‘eglantine’ and shifting your books from one hip to another. She opened up and you climbed through to coming face to chest with someone. You ‘oomph’ed and looked up while blinking.

“What are you doing here?”

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Love Part 3/?- Daryl Dixon

Plot/Request: You finally confess your feelings to Daryl, but his reaction was one you were dreading. After months apart, are those feelings still there?

Word count:

Warnings: violence, swearing, major spoilers for 4x8 

 i’m crying over all the support this story is getting! it’s really crazy (also i just hit 1.4k maybe a day ago and i’m almost at 1.5k??? how?)

read [part one] and [part two] first!


It’d been a few hours since you woke up. The Governor was planning on attacking the prison, but he sugarcoated it, saying he would simply let Rick leave. That you three were nothing but bargaining chips in his twisted game.

You were seated in a car, leaning against the left door. Michonne was in between you and Hershel. It was hot and cramped.

On the way to the prison, you could head the loud rumble of a large vehicle behind you. It was only until it passed that you realise just how fucked you were.

He had a tank.

He’d rolled up to the gates and called for Rick. It scared you how calm he seemed, almost as if he didn’t care if he actually got the prison.

You stayed silent, concealing your fear behind a mask as the Governor and Rick yelled at each other. You could barely hear Rick’s words, but the Governor’s were as clear as day.

Within moments Hershel’s door flew open, a lady grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the car as the Governor asked, “Is Hershel on the council?” You couldn’t see where the woman led him to, not from this angle. A man now popped up, pulling Michonne from the middle seat. She flinched away from his touch, but nonetheless followed. “What about Michonne?”

You sighed, nerves racing through your body. Suddenly the Governor spoke again, “Maybe (Y/N)? Are they on the council?” and you were being dragged from the car. Your hands were tied behind your back, and you stubbornly walked slower to take in the people around you.

Whoever had pulled you was sick of your pace and pushed you a bit forward. You sharply inhaled, holding back the outburst growing inside you.

Daryl was watching with dark eyes. The last time he saw you, you were fine. In fact, you were walking with Michonne and Hershel. The last time he talked to you… He didn’t even want to think about it anymore.

He didn’t want you to die, especially after that. He’d never forgive himself.

“I don’t make decisions anymore.” Rick screamed, his anger and anxiety blending into one emotion. He didn’t want them to take over the prison, to kill anyone.

“You’re making the decisions today, Rick. Come down here. Let’s,” The Governor motioned his hand toward himself, “Let’s have that talk.”

Rick looked at the three of you on your knees, his knees turning weak. He hadn’t been in a sole position of authority for at least a month. But he was still the only leader in the Governor’s eyes.

When Rick’s eyes wondered to Daryl’s, he was met with a brief but thoughtful nod. Rick gave him one back, sighing before placing a hand on Carl’s back softly.

“We can do this. All right?” He whispered into his ear, clapping his back before walking to the first fence in his pathway. He opened it, walking through the field briskly before meeting the Governor.

“Let ‘em go right now.” Rick commanded, small tears gathering in his eyes. He raised his wounded hand to point to you all, but the motion was weak in the Governor’s perspective. “I’ll stay down here. Talk as long as you want. But you let 'em go.”

“You got a tank. You don’t need hostages.” Rick stuttered more, the fear truly beginning to sink into his skin.

“I do.” The Governor countered. He quickly glanced beneath him, at the tank he stood upon. “This is just to show you I’m serious. Not to blast a hole in our new home.” He nodded up to the prison. You held back an exasperated sigh at his words. “You and your people, you have till sundown to get out of here or they die.”

There was a moment before Rick responded. A moment of silence as the severity of the situation really hit the group.

“Doesn’t have to go down this way.”

“I got more people, more firepower. We need this prison. There it is.” The Governor spoke, his words calm yet threatening. Rick felt the anger swelling inside him. He didn’t know what to do, all he wanted was for his family to be safe. “It’s not about the past. It’s about right now.”

“There are children here. Some of them are sick. They won’t survive.” Rick attempted, trying to pull the sympathy of the people standing around him.

“I have a tank. And I’m letting you walk away from here. What else is there to talk about?”

Back by the gates, Daryl began handing out guns. He was careful not to make any sounds or alert someone but constantly found himself distracted from his task. For a reason he wouldn’t accept, he kept feeling his eyes drift away to you.

Just like before, you were sitting there, knees buried in the dirt. You felt the moist ground dampen your jeans, but ignored the cool sensation as the events around you unfolded.

“I could shoot you all.” The Governor began, but you could barely listen anymore. It was all nonsense as if you learning grade two mathematics all over again. “You’d all shoot back. I know that. But we’ll win and you’ll be dead. All of you. Doesn’t have to be like that. Like I said, it’s your choice. Noise will only draw more of them over. You got maybe about an hour of sunlight left. I suggest you start packing. The longer you wait, the harder it’s gonna be for you to get out of here.”

You should’ve been listening– Jesus he had a tank. You were being held against your will, but for some reason, your thoughts still wandered. They wandered to the nights before your little confession. To the days where everything went well and a few smiles were passed around.

You remembered happiness in what could’ve been your last moments of life.

“We can all– we can all live together. There’s enough room for all of us.” Rick gained your attention, and though you hated the idea– it seemed like the only thing you could think of too.

Everyone knew he was grasping at straws, but the former sheriff didn’t care. He wanted peace.

“More than enough.” He sighed, “But I don’t think my family would sleep well knowing that you were under the same roof.”

“We’d live in different cell blocks. We’d never have to see each other till we’re all ready.” Rick continued his absurd idea, but you found yourself nodding in agreement.

Some of the people around you found the offer a little tempting– after all they didn’t know the true story of Woodbury.

“It could work. You know it could.” Hershel said, turning his head to face the Governor, but avoiding eye-contact.

“It could’ve. But it can’t. Not after Woodbury. Not after Andrea.”

“Look, I’m not saying it’s gonna be easy.” Rick mumbled, scratching his nose, “Fact is, it’s gonna be a hell of a lot harder than standing here shooting at each other. But I don’t think we have a choice.”

“We don’t. You do.” The Governor scoffed, anger becoming more prominent in not just his posture, but his voice. You smirked slightly, somewhat out of pride.

“We’re not leaving.” Rick stood his ground, shaking his head as he made brief eye-contact with you. You smiled at him, nodding for a continuation. He shook his head once more before adding, “You try and force us, we’ll fight back. Like you said, the gunshots will just bring more of them out. They’ll take down the fences. Without the fences, this place is worthless. Now, we can all live in the prison or none of us can–”

The Governor was fed up, jumping off his tank as he muttered to himself, “We’ll fix the damn fences.”

He grabbed Michonne’s katana, placing it at Hershel’s exposed neck. Your heart stopped for a moment, adrenaline beginning to pump it’s way through your body as you caught your breath.

“No–!” Rick yelped. He looked around  frantically, catching the sight of a scared looking woman. “You. You in the ponytails. Is this what you want? Is this what any of you want?”

“What we want is what you got.” A man called from inside the tank. “Period. Time for you to leave, asshole.”

“Look, I fought him before. And after, we took in his old friends. They’ve become leaders in what we have here. Now you put down your weapons, walk through those gates you’re one of us. We let go of all of it, and nobody dies.” Rick almost pleaded. You knew he was honest in his words, but the others didn’t. They wouldn’t trust him, especially after the lies the Governor had spread.

“Everyone who’s alive right now. Everyone who’s made it this far. We’ve all done the worst kinds of things just to stay alive. But we can still come back. We’re not too far gone. We get to come back. I know we all can change.”

There was a moment– again. The world was silent, everyone processing the speech Rick had delivered. It was a faze as everyone outside of the fences realised Rick was trying to save his family– not a group of murders.

But it was too late for the Governor, for he was already too far gone.

“Liar.” He mumbled, but in the silence, it sounded like a yell.

Suddenly the sword went deep into Hershel’s neck, blood staining in shoulders as he tilted to the side– a smile still on his face.

Everyone screamed in sync, yells of anger and sadness echoing through the field before a string of gunshots erupted from both sides. Michonne looked to you, motioning to the side, where you twisted your legs to whip your body around. She followed you, the two of you now sprinting behind a car to find something to cut the ties.

“(Y/N)!” She snapped, nodding to a sharp edge of a car. Immediately, she began rubbing the rope against it.

In your dash to Michonne, you almost tripped, but caught yourself on the car. Your body it the vehicle hard, bashing into the door but letting you regain your balance.

But someone must of heard the noise over the gunshots– surprisingly. A body, you couldn’t really make out who– jumped out from around the car, shooting your way. You ducked down, dashing to the trunk, as did Michonne. 

They were coming around to finish the job when you dash behind the moving tank, wrapping around and running behind everyone as you sprinted to the forest. As your body sunk into the foliage, you looked behind you expecting Michonne to be there.

But you were alone.

[part four]

New Year, New Surprises

Summary: You meet a charming stranger named Steve at a New Year’s party and try to make it until midnight.

Request: So, it’s not that I don’t love all the Christmas stuff going around, but are you planning on writing something New Years. Like two people get REALLY DRUNK and end up together then wake up the next morning like “um…. well… happy new years?”

Warnings: swearing, allusion to smut (no actual smut, just lots of sexual tension and kissing)

Word Count: 2696

Author’s Note: Ok! I wanted to mix it up so I made a Steve x reader story! Eeeeep! It’s my first one really, so feedback very much appreciated.

Originally posted by lookprettyliveclassyplaydirty

As far as you’re concerned this year can kiss your ass, personally, professionally, globally. Truly. Which is why you had RSVPed yes to this New Year’s party weeks ago fully intending to spend the last minutes of 2016 in complete and utter alcohol-induced oblivion.

You’re well on your way to executing that plan, lifting your third Manhattan to your lips and taking a careful sip. Leaning on your elbows on the bar, shoulders hunched, you’ve dryly dismissed every overly cheery advance, every ostentatious proposition and slick offer of another drink.

You’re quite pleasantly buzzed when you roll your head, attempting to iron out the stress that’s settled in your neck and shoulders. Your thoughts are interrupted by a clear, deep voice. “Wow. That ready for next year, huh?”

A bitter laugh ripples through your throat, “You have no idea.”

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Are You Okay? (2) - Tom Holland x (f)Reader

Originally posted by adorkablesp1der

Words: 1920
Pairing: Tom Holland x (f)Reader
Featuring: HAZ BRUH, and RDJ
Warnings: Swearing, lil bit of angst, getting hurt a bit, kinda hate
Requested: kinda
Authors Note: THIS WAS FUN YES

Part One

Masterlist. Request List.

“So, do I need to get you the run down on our little Tommy before you attend the premiere?” Haz teased you as you two were sitting at breakfast in a random little diner, waiting for Tom to get back from the bathroom.

You rolled your eyes, “I think it will be fine, I’ve been working with him for a while.”

He chuckled, “I guess you aren’t wrong.”

“Can I get that on recording?” You laughed. The press tour was still going on and after the event at the hotel, not much had changed. You and Tom still acted as you were before, which led you to realize why so many people asked if you were dating. You two were already affectionate around each other; you just didn’t realize it.

The premiere was coming up in just a week, and you were starting to get nervous. Would anyone actually care that you two went together? Would you have to kiss? Would it end up being more awkward than being just friends?

“You look worried,” Harrison caught you attention, bringing you back into reality.

“What? No…”

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The Daughter of Hades ( Part One )

summary: taken at a young age by HYRDA, you became their lab-rat and weapon. When the Avengers find you on a mission and offer to help, a familiar face stops you from making a decision. Things don’t go too smoothly. 

pairings: Eventual Bucky x reader

thoughts are in italics

warnings: torture, experimenting, captivity, angst, swearing, murder? (it’s not the usual bullet to the head but it is quite visual). 

word count: 3119  // I get carried away when i write soz

Author’s Note: this is my first ever fic; the idea came to me when watching Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief. I hoped to turn this into a series but I’ll either get carried away and finish it now or wait for responses :) hope you enjoy my angst :)

Originally posted by augustinexnightmaresx

Two large hands, one on each arm, dragged you across the cold wet floor of the dark hallway which was occasionally lit by the flicker of white lights. You tried your hardest to break free but to no avail. This wasn’t exactly new but you still hadn’t got used to the pain. They made sure of that. The low echo of metal colliding with metal was the only sound you heard - the only sound you let yourself here. The first few years here, you were filled with hope, and that made it even more unbearable. So no matter how many times they dragged you to hell, accepting your fate was the easiest way to go.

You had no memories to think of in these times and no one by your side you would want to stay alive for. You were taken from your home when you were 6 years old after they discovered your powers; the ability to increase the growth rate of plants and heal small wounds on any living thing was quite impressive. But ever since your capture you were never taught how to enhance these powers and was forced to practice hand-to-hand combat; as well as using knives and firearm. They had also decided to give you a new name - well you think it’s a new one you weren’t sure, you were too young to remember. They called you Melinoë.

When they finally brought you to the room, you started replaying to moment out in your head. It was an instinct your brain had kicked in to distract your mind, it was the only thing that took care of you. No one else did.

You would here the loud screech of the metal bolt that held the door shut; the two hands would grip you tighter now in case you tried to escape and they would almost throw into the room. A clank of metal would come from behind you, indicating that the two guards that brought you here had left. Yet your ‘freedom’ was short lived as two new hands raised you quicker than your body anticipated, leaving you to dangle in their grasp. 

They placed you - more like shoved you - onto a cold metal chair - why does everything have to be cold, metal or both? - then you would be strapped to it with leather. Two on your forearm and wrists, and two on your thighs and ankles. It would make you itch and the skin underneath feel raw. There would now be a harsh prick at your arm. You looked quickly, seeing a rather large needle inside you - its transparent blue contents disappearing into your body.

It made every inch of your body burn, and of course this has already happened before. As much as you wanted to scream, you didn’t want to seem weak, even if there was no one to be disappointed in you. Blood started trickle down your hands as your nails dug into your palms, beads of sweat ran down the creases of your forehead and your heart rate was increasingly fast. Then the surging pain moved to your heart and lungs, you were struggling to breath and everything started -

You were pulled back to your surroundings - your brain distracted you - and were already being hoisted up out of the room by the two previous guards. The took you back down the same hallway except this time you were walking, your bare feet coming into contact with cold concrete, water and a thicker substance - most likely blood.

When you entered another familiar room, you were met with the sounds of metal clanking and the struggle of a fight. Two men were in the center of a run down room full of rubble and metal, there were also men in lab coats and suits against the wall. Your eyes fell on the one who clearly had the upper hold, an arm made of metal enclosed around the smaller mans neck. You knew you were next, but the problem was that you would be the one in the choke hold.  You winced slightly, seeing him snap with no inhibition - the lifeless body now sprawled on the floor. Your gaze returned to the broad man and saw no emotion - he didn’t seem to be aware of what he had just done. One of the guards behind you pushed you further into the room as the other handed you a pair of boots

At least I’ll have some extra warmth before i die. Through all of the experiments you have been through you always seemed to keep your humour and cockiness.

After you secured on the new boots you were once again pushed forward before the two guards left the room; having brought you to your destination. Once you watched the door close behind them your eyes trailed back onto the man, his blue eyes piercing through your skull - he was already in his fighting stance. 

You were too distracted by the onlookers to notice that the man was already stalking towards you until the last minute - the sun reflected off his metal arm into your eyes as he lifted it for a punch. It was all abrupt, but thanks to the morning experiments your senses and reflexes had been enhanced - allowing you to dodge the punches and kicks that came pelting towards you. A loud whirring echoed through the room before his metal arm made a harsh swing towards your head - you quickly avoided it by ducking underneath it and prepared for the next swing. A minute or two passed of countless blocking and dodging, yet you never laid a finger on him; afraid it would anger him or he would grab a hold of you and take you down.

The energy was slowly being drained out of you and you could barely take in a full breath before you had to dodge another fist or foot. He managed to notice this and took advantage of it, kicking you in the chest and sending you back a few feet. You were pretty sure this was the end now - instead of dying on a cold metal chair surrounded by smirks, you’d die at the hands of and emotionless weapon. Fear started to creep up on you and growing by the second - he never waited until you were standing and back in your stance, his frame trailed after you after each attempt. He wasn’t going to stop unless he was ordered to or you were dead at his feet.

Your eyes searched frantically around the room for something that could give you the upper hand; you saw a small glint on the opposite side of the room - a large metal pole underneath a small pile of rubble. Thinking quickly, just before his metal fist collided with your face, you slid under it and lunged for the pole. In the distance you can hear his heavy footsteps stalking towards you and you struggle to free the metal. He was getting closer and the pole wasn’t budging. Then you hear the same whirring from before - his metal arm. The sudden realization sent a rush of fear and adrenaline through your body; just as his fist was about to pound you into the ground the pole broke free and you instantly swung it across his face.

When you vision refocuses you see that he is arched over and watch the blood trickle down the side of his face - anger spread across his steel blue eyes.

“Stand down.” One of the suited men says from against the wall while others take notes.

You swallowed harshly, trying to re-hydrate you throat as you panted heavily. The man in front of you straightened up and looked directly at you, the anger replaced with stoic stare. He stood completely still.

1 week later.

A loud thud echoed through the room as you landed on your back; you shivered as the sudden rush of cold air reached the back of your head. As you stood, you took a few steps back and reached up to feel the large gash and the blood that oozed form it, as well as small crumbs of clay brick that caused it.

That would have to be taken care of later as the thought of pain was replaced with the repeating mantra that was keeping you alive.

Kill or be killed.

Your vision was staring to fade and you were feeling light headed, but you were still conscious enough make out the figure that knocked you down, trail after your stumbling steps. 

It had been a routine that occurred for the last week; after that injection they would bring you here every day at noon to fight. He’d knock you down, you’d get back up and throw a few punches and kicks, and it would stay that way until the observing men had seen enough and ordered you both to stand down.

You glanced down to see your trusty pole; you kept your eyes on the target as you bent down to pick it up. Although you were pretty sure you were the target. With every session you had used the pole at one point in the fight; at first the observers look pretty concerned with you reliance on it, but were impressed in the many different ways you used it. This time you decided to use it as a distraction and threw towards ‘The Asset’- you’d learnt that one training session when he was about to take out a scientist for getting in the way.

Things didn’t go as planned however. He caught it with ease and bent it into a boomerang shape and threw it to the ground, rendering it useless. But you were a quicker thinker and slid towards him, took out his legs, grabbed the pole from behind him and held it to his neck in a choke hold. 

This was the first time you had accomplished this, and by the looks from around the room; the first time ‘The Asset’ was in this position.

“Stand down”

You released him from your grip and the both of you stood up, staring at each other blankly. By this point you had started to turn emotionless yourself. 

The next thing you know you are being dragged out into the all too familiar hallway like the old days.

“I can walk you know?” The two men holding you force you up so that you are on your feet without saying a word. “So. Where are we off to?” You say with a small smirk. Clearly the two are annoyed by you speaking and pull you away harshly. Seems like no one here is big on speaking. 

This journey was unfamiliar to the countless ones you have taken before; instead of taking a right turn you were dragged left down a flight of stairs to a lower level. It reeked of something you were unfamiliar of but as you got further into the new hallway you could guess it was burnt and rotting flesh. On your right the length of the wall was replaced with cells that were occupied one person per cell. Each one either held down with chains or left to die behind the metal bars.

At the end you could see a tall man in a grey suit; a guard in black tactical gear on each side, standing in front of an open cell. No words were exchanged from the moment you arrived to the moment you were put into a metal chair very similar to your other one.

While a couple of scientists strapped you down, the cell doors were closed and the man in the grey suit approached you.

“My name is Warren. I am very impressed with your increasing improvements, Melinoë. You are proving to be a worthy asset to HYRDA.”

HYRDA? What the hell is that? 

“What do you want?” You say stoically as you stare at the bars in front of you.

Warren moves so that he is blocking your view and lowers his head so that you are forced to look him in the eye. “You already have incredible powers, but you are still only proving to be a good asset. We need more.”

With that he walked into the corner of the cell as a scientist took his place, shining a small torch into your eyes. He moves to a small table on your right and holds up a large needle filled with a thick black substance; as it enters your arm you only look on in confusion. The liquid is always blue? 

You tried your best to hide you fear - but then it started. It felt like you were burning form the inside with a thousand needles pricking at your heart. You couldn’t help but let out a blood curdling scream that echoed throughout the whole hallway. As you sat there in agony Warren retook his place in front of you.

“We always had these intentions for you; we had them the day we named you - Melinoë. A name from Greek mythology. A goddess. The daughter of Hades. Bringer of nightmares and madness.”

You continued to howl as much as your lungs would let you, you knuckles had now gone white from how hard you griped onto the chair. Warren looked on stoically at your helpless figure. An even stronger wave of pain took over your body.

“I call upon Melinoë, saffron-cloaked nymph of the earth,
To whom august Persephone gave birth by the mouth of the Kokytos,
Upon the sacred bed of Kronian Zeus
He lied to Plouton and through treachery mated with Persephone,
Whose skin when she was pregnant he mangled in anger.
She drives mortals to madness with her airy phantoms,
As she appears in weird shapes and forms,
Now plain to the eye, now shadowy, now shining in the darkness,
And all this in hostile encounters in the gloom of night.
But, goddess and queen of those below, I beseech you,
To banish the soul’s frenzy to the ends of the earth,
and show a kindly and holy face to the initiates.”

Even in your state you looked up to Warren an gave him a look of confusion.

He simply says, “The hymn of Melinoë.”

Once you are satisfied with the answer you let the pain continue. This time you’re certain death is near.

“Even though her father is technically Zeus. She adopted many traits that were close to Hades” 

The wave of pain stopped as quickly as it started. You panted heavily and shut your eyes in relief that the pain had ceased. As you sat there you were faintly aware of your wrists being untied. You were about to faint until Warren yanked you out of the chair by your hair, though you were too exhausted to even make a sound.

A table of assorted plants were rolled in front of you You looked at Warren questioningly.

“Make them grow” He said lowly.

You raise your arm towards the plants, and with all the energy you had left you try to make them flourish. Expecting them to burst into colour and grow in size your faced quickly filled with confusion and anger as the plants turned grey and withered up.

As one of the doctors approaches you to write down results you glare right through him. “What did you do to me?”

The scientist gave you a large grin, happy that his experiment worked. It sent shivers down your spine and turned your confusion into rage. “I reversed your powers. Instead of giving life and healing wounds, you bring death, making you a much better asset to HYRDA.” He proceeded in taking notes.

Now you had no control. You were completely filled with rage and needed to let it out. Your target being the naive scientist next to you. A sudden surge of energy started flowing through you and you raised your left arm to the level of his throat. What seemed to be a black cloud formed around your hand; flares of red and orange that resembled fire.

All colour from his face drained and his cheeks started to hollow out. He dropped the pen and files he was holding and clasped his hands around his throat as he gasped for air; it was as if he was chocking. His long brown hair was now a platinum white, starting at the roots and flowing down to the ends at an inhuman speed.

 A loud thud echoed through the cell as his lifeless body dropped to the floor. The unique structure of his face was all but unrecognizable now, if you were to look at him you wouldn’t think he was human.

Warren hummed in content from behind you as two guards approached you cautiously. You continued staring in front of you as the rage still streamed through your body. When you didn’t resist they grabbed a hold of you and pulled you out of the now open cell doors and into the hallway. You passed a couple of occupied cells before you were thrown into an empty one; the cell doors were slammed shut behind you.

You sat up and shuffled backwards until you hit the wall behind you. As you sat there you cradled yourself; you felt like you were either going to explode or fall apart. Warren crouched down in front of you and looked though the bars.

“You will be HYRDA’s finest, Melinoë. You and your partner will shape the generation.” With that he and the guards walked away.

Even though Warren just implied that you would be staying alive and doing their dirty work; you couldn’t help but feel like they had left you there to die like your new neighbours.

You wanted to look down at your arm in disgust for how you killed the scientist, not just because you killed him. But when you look, you can only feel disgusted at the state you’re in.

Every vein in your left hand had turned black and traveled up your arm in a meandering maze. However the vein that stuck out to you the most was the one on your ring finger. It was a lot darker than the others and traveled further up you arm and onto your chest and slowly faded away - right above your heart.

There was a strong pounding in your head and black dots started to cloud your vision; soon enough you were slipping into unconsciousness as you lay curled up on the floor. 

Now I want to die…I’m a monster, and I look the part.

tags: @that-sarcastic-pisces, @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

The customer is king

Word count: 1349

Genre: Fluff

Summary: So you’re a waitress in a café and Pip works with you and then an old lady happens. Tell the world I slayed this summary.

Pairing: Philip x Reader

Au: modern coffee shop

Warnings: Swearing, Kisses,

Note: Reader is clearly female in this one. I really enjoy writing Philip, and I really needed this so. Yup. I also am toying with a part two of this, but. oh well. Maybe, if y'all like it. Also. Asshole philip is something I really need in life, yet fail to write. Sorry for this being so short. idk. Also get it it’s called King’s café because Philip studied at kings college!!

Being a waitress as the “King’s café” was more adventurous than you first thought, as you applied for the job. Your Boss, Mr. Adams, was an arrogant asshole, but the person that kept you here was your colleague, Philip. He was a handsome, young guy and also a huge bitch. But you could live with that fact, because you enjoyed his presence. Now you were working here for almost two years, and you two had already gone through so much trouble, most of them because of overly disrespectful customers. But as Mr. Adams always put it: “The customer is king.” Even if they complained about the coffee being two degrees too hot, or the amount of whipping cream on their waffles being too high.

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wanna chat? pt. 15

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wow has it been A Week

i have two tests in a few hours and i have so many notes left and calc problems and i’m dying so have this!

there are two links in the chapter and i know you’re probably like. why would i click those? i mean i wouldn’t trust me either, but i swear they’re fine. ignore the first if you’d like, but if you don’t click the second you’re probably going to be fairly confused? you’ll see what i mean

this is extra long because i’m feeling extra procrastinate-y

(sorting hat = nino, cochairman of adrien agreste fanclub = alya, dipshit = adrien, ahHHH = mari)

i’m off to fail. enjoy~


sorting hat: what the fuck was i thinking
were french
wed go to beauxbatons
oh also @alya akuma attack

cochairman of adrien agreste fanclub: but thats bORING
wait what

sorting hat: please dont leave the house
im too tired

cochairman of adrien agreste fanclub: ….
nino what the fuck is thsi akuma

sorting hat: why would i know???

cochairman of adrien agreste fanclub: bc i dont

sorting hat: love that 3 in the morning logic

cochairman of adrien agreste fanclub: all thats on the forums is pics of it stacking cars???????????
@hawkmoth wyd

sorting hat: being a dick probably

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Who wrote what: analysis of the notes in 12x11 and somehow Destiel at the end (I swear I wasn’t planning on it, it happened.)

So, these are notes we know for sure that have been written by Sam (as they’re all there before Rowena gets there)

Note inside the car:

Notes in the trunk:

The ones in the trunk are post-it notes, while the one inside the car is the only one that is written on an ordinary piece of paper and held by a piece of adhesive tape.

So this is Rowena’s handwriting

Her T is written in one stroke, Sam uses two

(the second is from ‘witch killing bullet’)

His S, as seen in ‘switch’, has a wider upper curve, while Rowena’s has a wider lower curve

(from ‘bullets’)

So Rowena only wrote the “Stay” note, all the others are from Sam (which explains the emphasis on not-the-grenade-launcher).

It’s plausible that Sam placed the notes in the car at the same time he placed the notes around the motel room, i.e before Rowena even came to them and talked to him about the Laughlin witches.

Sam didn’t expect Dean to come to the Laughlins’ house, as he told Rowena that he couldn’t bring Dean along and he didn’t trust her to come with him, so Dean and Rowena were supposed to stay in the motel room as Sam dealt with the Laughlins. The notes were never meant for Dean to use to kill the Laughlins, because Sam explicitly said that he would leave Dean with Rowena in the motel room.

And Rowena left the “Stay” note, figuring that a memoryless Dean would follow the instruction, not knowing that Sam had made notes for the truck of the car.

So neither of them expected Dean to come in and save them. He woke up in the car, realized he was alone, ignored the “Stay” (thus figured that something was up outside and wanted to see it/do something) and went to open the trunk - he didn’t know anything about anything yet but he still figured that he should’ve checked the trunk before going in, the smart bean - where he found what he needed to get inside prepared (he read ‘witch-killing bullets’ so he figured he was going to go against witches that needed to be killed, so he went in with that purpose). Neither Sam or Rowena set things up so that Dean would get into the Laughlins’ house and help them take the Laughlins down. Dean just did it.

Addition for your meta purposes: this means that the ‘dog’ note is written by Rowena, while the ‘Alice in Wonderland’ notes are written by Sam.

I am not an Alice expert so let me focus on the ‘dog’ part (btw, we are allowed to interpret the “stay” as dog imagery, as the only person in the episode who has stopped in his tracks and “stayed” has been the jogger who lent Dean his phone, and was running with his dog - Dean makes both him and the dog “stay”. The jogger with the dog is likely a Cas parallel, too, anyway).

Rowena in 10x22 calls Cas both a dog and a fish (“An angel that rejected Heaven. That’s like a fish that wants to fly, or a dog that thinks he’s people.”). It’s not a coincidence that in this same episode Dean mentions loving a fish - mentions of fish, mention of dogs (even implicitly like the “stay” note) and Rowena make a pattern. Dean and Cas both have been linked to dogs, and Dean and Cas both have been linked to fish (fish being humanity being Dean). In this episode Dean is the dog, as he gets instructed to ‘stay’. So who is the fish? I think it’s supposed to be both Dean and Cas - Dean states that he won’t apologize for “loving that fish”, and I think it applies to both Cas and himself - in 12x10 he was totally unapologetic about caring about Cas, and in 12x11 he was totally unapologetic about doing things he enjoys, like riding Larry. The conclusion at this point would be that Larry and Cas are paralleled, do whatever you want with this reasoning, bye.

Slower (2) - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by wintersoulja

Words: 1441
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Featuring: Wanda Maximoff
Warnings: probably swearing, fighting, talk of guns, getting shot, hospitals, a horrible atte,pt at writing flirting
Requested: kinda its a part two so
Authors Note: yayyy this was so fun! I loved part one and this was just so much fun to follow it up with. (Also, i was too tired to go through all the tags at the end to make sure they’re working so if they aren’t i apologize and i will fix it tomorrow when i am more awake)


Part One

Pietro’s mind could not wrap around the fact that you weren’t bothered by him. He was used to people falling for him instantly, as he flirts his way through life. He could have anyone he wanted; it wasn’t hard for him to get someone, but of course; he chose the one person that was unaffected by his personality.

However, it did get to his head. Being so obsessed with you and everything about you, it distracted him from what he really needed to be focusing on. You and Pietro worked well together as if something were to happen that needed to be stopped quickly, you could slow time and Pietro would run to whoever needed it. Sure, you could have done it, but moving while your stalling time uses a lot of energy you don’t normally have. So, it was nice to have the speedster on your side.

Ever since you joined the Avengers, it was hard for anyone to ever win. That was, until this fight where Pietro didn’t listen to you and flirted the whole time. Frankly, it was driving you crazy that he wouldn’t listen. Typically, you would get a good shot at the villain and slow the time for Pietro to knock out, but he wasn’t listening.

“Pietro! Listen to me!” You shouted through the comms as you fought off enemies. Sure, you could have stopped everything and just pushed them all over, but it doesn’t work like that. You may be powerful, but you also know how much energy slowing and stopping time takes. It could use all of your energy up to get rid of the smaller threats, and it wasn’t worth risking your shot at their leader just to get rid of a few pesky rats.

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Baron | all I need 5 | Corbin



And this chapter was the start of this neat idea that came up when my girl @writergrrrl29 and I were talking last night and it’s more or less Baron and Savannah getting to know each other.. Without fighting, *le gasp*. But yes, it’s more plot. There are fluffy and kinda cute / sexy moments and yes, I swear to God, smut is still incoming.

This is just going to be a slow burn too. I hope you guys are enjoying it because I am really enjoying writing it, to be honest.

Proud Barons Bitch, Livvie


eventually rough sex, !Alpha Baron x !Omega Reader, biting/marking, talks of alpha omega dynamics ( things like reader having a heat cycle, Baron knotting reader at some point, etc) and pretty much anything that comes to me. I’ll update the warnings as needed.

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

“You have got to be kidding me.” I watched as the word DELAY flashed next to my flight. On top of a 3 hour layover, the flight was now going to be delayed. All I wanted to do was get home and lock myself away, ride out the remainder of this heat cycle from hell. And so far, it seemed like everything was sort of popping up to stop that. I dragged my hand through my hair, fidgeting a little bit.

I could get a hotel room for the night.

or you could just drive… I thought to myself as I started to push through the crowd, stopping to talk to Becky and Carmella for a few minutes. Both of them were convinced that the flight was going to be flying out by at least 9 and everything was going to be okay.

But I’ve never been a very patient girl and 3 or more hours just suddenly seemed like an eternity. So I told the girls goodbye and I made my way to the rental car kiosk. His scent filled my nose and I stiffened all over, starting to fidget.

Again, my fingers drifted upward, settling on the braided leather choker around my neck. I almost got out of line just because he was standing in the line, but I scoffed at myself. I was being a baby about all this.

He got his rental car and walked away and I took my turn at the desk. And the second that the clerk told me there were no more cars left, I lightly beat my head against the desk only to feel a tap to my shoulder and turn, finding Dolph standing there, dangling keys, flashing that megawatt grin that only reminded me of a politician pulling something slick.

“I got a car an hour ago.. If you want, you can ride with me.” but before I could politely decline and disappear, Baron stepped up behind me and stated in a gruff but calm and no bullshit tone as he told Dolph, “She can go with me.”

“I’m fine, I’ll just..”

“No, it’s cool.. I mean you were obviously in a hurry to get back. I got a few friends to go and visit, but it’s not that far out of my way.” Baron was smirking at me and I bit my lip, shuffling my feet. If I turned him down, then Dolph would hound me for the next few hours about going with him. I’d figured out his game by now, I knew that he was actively trying to persuade me to be his mate.

But Baron stepping up and offering to share a car with me when a few days ago he couldn’t get far enough away from me, well.. I wasn’t expecting it.

he has been trying… and he did give you the choker… the guys all think he’s trying and it couldn’t hurt to give him a chance… I thought to myself as I looked from male to male. “ I’ll go. Only if I’m not in your way.” I told Baron and I could just feel Dolph glaring a hole through Baron and staring intently at me. It was enough to make me scoot closer to Baron by default.. But not too close. As soon as our bodies lightly brushed by accident, I stepped back a little.

“You won’t be.”

I eyed him warily and bit my lip.. The trip was going to be at least 12 hours in a car.. I’d be  trapped in a car with a man who only seemed to suddenly want me because I was in heat for 12 hours.. A man that I wanted so bad I could taste it… When I didn’t want to strangle him bare handed, that is.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“It’s better than you riding with Ziggler.”

“Good point.. I still say I should wait and maybe the flight won’t be delayed that long.” I hesitated but Baron shook his head. “Look, I’m tryin here.”

I bit my lip. If that damned pleading puppy look hadn’t been in his eyes, I probably wouldn’t have ever agreed to it… Before I realized what exactly I’d just agreed to, I was getting my bags from the luggage carousel and we were walking through the car lot to find his rental car.

… this is not the smartest thing you’ve ever done…

… it’s one hell of a lot smarter than riding with Ziggler for 12 hours…

… hello, this is the most vulnerable time of your heat cycle… and you’re trapping yourself in a car with a man who only sees you as holes to fuck… or an inconvenience…

I grumbled at myself in annoyance and Baron hit the unlock button, the headlights on a black Camaro lighting up. “At least it’s black.” we both said it at the same time and he eyed me. I explained with a shrug, “I hate white cars. And every single time I rent one, it’s white.. Or that weird golden color.”

“Me too.. Only I usually wind up stuck in the green ones.” Baron chuckled as he finished putting our stuff into the trunk and shutting it. He got in the driver seat and started up the car and as we merged with traffic, this red car came zipping by, almost blindsiding us.

“Motherfucker!” “Asshole!” we both shouted at the other car, middle fingers raised as Baron also laid on the horn. We shared a look and I quickly dropped his gaze and turned my attention back to the window on my side of the car after flipping through radio stations, settling on one of the Sirius ones that played all my favorite hard rock and heavy metal music.

I felt Baron’s gaze fix on me intently.

“You actually like this music… Not just Crue.”

“Umm, what’s wrong with me liking hard rock or heavy metal?”

“But on the plane that last time you were listening to Madonna…” Baron snickered a little as we merged into traffic. I hummed along with an Avenged song as I shrugged. “People are allowed to have more than one side.”

“They are, but.. I never really.. Nevermind.” Baron went quiet, focusing on the road. It stayed really quiet for almost 3 hours and I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, I was being prodded awake and I sat up quickly, rubbing my eyes, my usual grumpy look on my face.


He snickered and stopped the car at the diner just off the interstate. He knew if he was starving, she had to be. For a few seconds, Baron just sat there, watching her sleep, thinking about the few conversations they’d had so far. How well things were actually going.

He was kind of glad he’d listened to Jimmy and Jey when they suggested that he go over and offer to give Savannah a ride to keep her from going with Ziggler. And Kofi and the guys had been on him to at least try, to show her that he really did want her and he’d been an idiot. The words were just harder to say when Baron was more accustomed to actions.

“Alright doll.. Time to wake up.” he muttered it quietly, leaning over and tentatively poking her awake, snickering when she sat up like she was launched from a rocket and glaring, her hair sticking up everywhere. “Where are we?”

“I’m fuckin starved. Thought we could stop and eat.” Baron explained as Savannah slipped her feet back into her heels, wincing as she did so. Baron eyed her feet and then asked with a raised brow, “If they hurt your feet that bad, why wear ‘em?”

“Because they’re sexy and red and leather.. And they have spikes.”

“But they make you miserable.”

“But.. they make my ass look amazing.”

“You don’t really need the heels for that, but hey, what the fuck do I know?” Baron mumbled it to himself as he watched her slinking towards the diner, shivering and complaining about the cold. He went to the trunk and dug around, getting out his leather jacket, a blanket he knew she carried in her carry on. When he pulled out the blanket, a framed photo fell out.

She was probably about 8 or 9 and she was sitting on the shoulders of a really tall man with really long hair who was leaning against a brick building wearing coveralls stained in oil and grease. A restored antique motorcycle was parked in the background of the photo and for a few seconds, Baron smiled to himself, just staring at the picture. When he heard her call his name from the door of the diner, he quickly shoved the photo back down in her bag and put the blanket and his jacket in the car, in her seat.

“Maybe it’ll calm down her fidgeting in her sleep.” he muttered to himself as he made his way into the diner, finding the booth she sat at, already drinking a large soda, slurping through the straw. He eyed the vintage jukebox in the back of the diner and raised a brow at her.


“Did you put Skid Row on?”

“Mhmm… was it that obvious?”

“Kinda.” Baron smirked a little.

“Was that an actual smile?” Savannah retorted, poking out her tongue at him. “What took you so long?”

“Had to get something out of the trunk.”

“Oh. I mean it wasn’t my business..” Savannah went quiet and Baron watched her, quietly. “It’s fine.” he coughed as he tore his eyes off of her, focusing on the menu instead.

“I’m getting the triple cheeseburger and the loaded cheese fries.” Savannah mused aloud, mostly to break the silence and Baron looked up, brow raised.

“I’m a growing girl!”

“Where in the hell are you going to put all that?”

“Places?” Savannah laughed and shook her head, her cheeks tinting a dark red. “What? You think I can’t eat it all?”

“I’m telling you, Savannah.. I’ve eaten here between shows.. Their burgers are bigger than normal.. And the triple is literally almost as big as your head.”

“And I’m telling you.. I’ve eaten here before and I think I got it.”

“Okay, alright. But I’m not holdin your hair when you’re pukin and miserable.”

“You don’t have to. Just trust me.”

Baron waved his hands and went silent.


I laughed quietly to myself and groaned as I finished the last bite of the burger sitting in front of me. The diner was quiet and the silence wasn’t too awkward, but it was just a little awkward. I slunk to the jukebox in the back and straightened a dollar out, sliding it into the slot. I was moving my hips in time with the song when I saw him standing behind me in the reflection on the glass of the jukebox. Self consciously, I licked my lips and toyed with the choker around my neck.

I felt his body brushing against mine from behind lightly and I whimpered quietly as I turned around and found myself body to body with him and he chuckled, his eyes roaming slowly over my body. I smirked and after swallowing hard, I pulled myself together and managed to ask him cockily, “Like what you’re lookin at, Baron?”

“You have no idea, kitten.” he muttered back, moving closer, his hands gripping my hips. “Ready to hit the road again?”

“Y-yeah.” I managed to answer as I worked on getting myself back under control. My thighs were clenching painfully tight and my panties were dripping wet and I scowled at myself.. How in the hell had I even remotely thought that sharing a car with him for 12 hours, on my worst heat cycle to date was even sort of a good idea?

But so far, we hadn’t been fighting nonstop, either.

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Man of Honour (1/6)

Title: Made of Honour

Summary:  @stories-from-stark-tower ‘s Movie Challenge

Based on the movie Made of Honour

Pairings: Bucky and Reader, Tony and Reader

Warnings: Swearing, nothing else I can think of, some kissing, a punch or two get thrown around, some drinking (no one gets drunk)

Word Count: I’m a wordy biatch. Approx  words… 1000 So I’ve broken it up into sections. It was supposed to be a one-shot… Sorry.

Author’s Note: This is the very first thing I am putting out there. I hope it’s not crap. I haven’t had anyone read it over so I suck. Please be kind! 

Also, I had originally planned on this being a one-shot…that didn’t happen. To keep each section shorter (around 1000 words), I’ve broken it up into 6 parts (thought it was 7 but apparently, I can’t count!). I will be posting more frequently though. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged and I’ll try to figure out how.

It was Tuesday morning and Bucky was picking up coffee for Y/N and meeting you at work as was your routine. Since he was running late, he rushed out of Sarah? Sylvia? Someone’s apartment, leaving with a wink.

Hurrying to the library, he almost barreled into you who as you were waiting for him outside the building.

“Have I told you that you’re my favourite person?” you remarked, greedily grabbing one of the cups from him.

He gave you a kiss on the cheek, “Only every time I bring you caffeine.”

You took a long gulp from the beverage then, reading the label said, “Ew. I think this one’s yours. … Who’s Elizabeth?”

He looked confused then realized that the barista had written her number on his coffee cup. He laughed, “The barista.”

You cocked an eyebrow up at him, “Slut.”

He merely shrugged in response, holding open the door as you made your way into the building.

As they walked, the only sounds were your footsteps on the marble floor and you asked, “So, who was it last night?”

At first, Bucky didn’t answer. Then, when he realized you were waiting for a response, he replied, “Sarah… I think. Or maybe Sylvia….”
You looked at him out of the corner of your eye when he exclaimed, “Stacey! That’s it! Stacey!”

You gave him a dirty look and shushed him, then said, “Stacey again? What happened to your ‘no back to backs’ rule?”

He tsked at you, “You know Sunday and Monday are different weeks so it doesn’t count.”

You merely laughed at him, “How could I have forgotten such a thing?” you gasped in mock horror.

“You mock me, but my system works,” he said as they approached your office. “All willing parties involved know that our company lasts for one evening only.”

You just shook her head at him. “I’ll be late for dinner tonight; staff meeting.”

“All good,” he said as you parted ways.

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Lipstick on His Collar (Part Two)

note: this is part 2 of 3!

pairing: john laurens x reader

word count: 850

warnings: swearing maybe

inspiration: i guess this was inspired a little bit by one last time? idk.

summary: there was lipstick on his collar. it wasn’t your colour.

a/n: if you haven’t read part one, you can find it here! i’m afraid this gets less angsty and more redemption arc-y, i suppose, so maybe you won’t dig it as much as it continues. anyway enjoy this part! ft professor washington

Your mind had been buzzing for nine days, filling up with worries and sadness and the overwhelming feeling of, ‘what now?’ You couldn’t focus on work or school – you dropped a plate in the diner the day before, and now you sat at your desk in Washington’s class, so defeated, your hand barely even scratching the surface of your paper as everyone else around you took notes, their pens just background noise to the stampede of thoughts that hadn’t stopped running in your brain. You shook your head in an attempt to get it to stop, just for five minutes, so you could do something useful, but no such luck. You sat in your chair until class was dismissed, and you stayed long after. Eventually you felt someone standing over you. Professor Washington.

“I don’t normally like to meddle in the affairs of my students,” he started off somewhat awkwardly, sitting down in the chair next to you. You could tell this was his first time doing something like this, and the thought almost made you laugh. But it got caught in your throat on the way up. “But you seem… really…”

“Sad?” you finished, giving him a small smile.

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Title:  Something Borrowed

Word Count: 710

Warning: Swearing, Sexual references, Nudity, fluff  

Pairing: DracoXreader

Rating:  14+ (TV-14)

Targeted Gender: Female

Summary: You and Draco meet up before classes in the restricted section in the library. Things heat up and the two of you have to rush to get dressed before you go to Potions. When you get there, you notice one thing, Draco has your tie, and you have his.

Author’s Note:  My first Tumblr one shot. I hope all goes well. Please tell me how you like it. :) Please feel free to critique, it would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.

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Thanks so much for the influx of kind words everyone! To all my new followers, I swear my blog isn’t normally this discourse-y, and I’ll be back to my normal shitposty self by tomorrow. These types of things just flare up every few months but it clears out quick <3

On a lighter note, my brother is on leave from the Marines this weekend, so im about two spend two blissful hours alone with my music as I drive to go see him. I always seem to get writing done when im staying at my mom’s house so maybe look for a new chapter of Cohabitation or either *gasp!* tlatb in the coming week…

Baron | all I want pt 6 | Corbin



And this chapter was the start of this neat idea that came up when my girl @writergrrrl29 and I were talking last night and it’s more or less Baron and Savannah getting to know each other.. Without fighting, *le gasp*. But yes, it’s more plot. There are fluffy and kinda cute / sexy moments and yes, I swear to God, smut is still incoming.

This is just going to be a slow burn too. I hope you guys are enjoying it because I am really enjoying writing it, to be honest.

Proud Barons Bitch, Livvie



eventually rough sex, !Alpha Baron x !Omega Reader, biting/marking, talks of alpha omega dynamics ( things like reader having a heat cycle, Baron knotting reader at some point, etc) and pretty much anything that comes to me. I’ll update the warnings as needed.

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“Ah c’mon! Fuckin seriously? Country is all that will pick up?” Baron’s words broke a four hour silence and in the passenger seat, he sniggered as Savannah came alive and gave him a raised brow while reaching out to turn up the radio. “You’re going through the midwest and close to t he south, did you honestly expect any different? And what’s wrong with Luke Bryan anyway?”

“It’s not even real country, like.. Johnny Cash.. That Waylon guy or whatever..” Baron was faltering and he chuckled. “I don’t know, okay? Just sounds more like that pop bullshit to me.”

Savannah was too busy humming along and dancing a little in her seat to notice and the second her body started to move, Baron felt his throat closing and he swallowed hard. He sniggered again and tried to focus on the road and Savannah sang along louder, badly off key. He grimaced and eyed her and Savannah froze as her eyes locked on his.

“What? What’s wrong now, huh?”

“Nothing, it’s just.. You are not turning out to be the kind of girl I thought you were.” Baron shrugged as he spoke and Savannah eyed him quietly, twisting hair around her fingertips and biting her lip. “Oh? And how’s that, hmm?”

“Oh, it’s.. It’s interesting.” Baron struggled for a word and Savannah gave an eye roll and then told him with a smirk, “If you’re complimentin me, Corbin, then thanks.. And you’re maybe not the grouchy asshole I originally thought you were either. But I’m still pissed at you for hustling me in that game of pool back at that diner.”

“I didn’t hustle you! You didn’t ask me if I happened to be good at playing. I assumed you knew.”

“You hustled me.”

“Yeah well you were trying to hustle me first.. That whole ‘adjusting my shirt’ thing… Like I wasn’t gonna guess you were trying to distract me and make me miss. Which, by the way, did not work.”

“Sure it didn’t, Romeo.. That’s why the fucking cue ball went all the way to the counter outside of the game room? Admit it.. My titties are amazing little mounds of distraction.” Savannah was laughing and Baron, to his shock, was reddening in the face a little.. He’d never actually thought Savannah was this feisty or outgoing, yeah he’d known she was feisty but this.. He hadn’t known she was this feisty.. And the wisecracks, they kept him laughing, they had for almost the entire past 5 or 6 hours of the drive.

But Baron was getting tired and Savannah had just driven at least 2 hours and he was not going to make her drive at night while he slept it off in the passenger seat. He yawned and to his surprise, before he could suggest it, Savannah blurted it out..

“Why don’t we just take our time? It’s not like I have to be in a huge hurry and you…”

“I don’t either.” Baron answered quickly while mid yawn. Savannah bit her lip and eyed him as she wondered to herself what the hell she was getting into, what she was about to suggest, but before she could stop or censor it, make it not seem so pushy or whatever, she’d said it. “We could stop. There’s a hotel up ahead.. We could sleep and start fresh tomorrow..”

“We could.” Baron mused thoughtfully as he looked over at her out of the corner of his eye, found her staring at her hands. “This hasn’t been hell.”

“No, it hasn’t..” Baron admitted as he coughed a little. “About that day on the plane.. I shouldn’t have.. Like, I didn’t have to be such a fucking dick.”

and I really do want you, kitten… more than you realize… so much more… he was so close to saying the words but they got stuck in his throat because what if she laughed it off? Or worse, what if his words started a fight?

After all, she had gotten upset two days ago and just bluntly told him that she felt like him suddenly realizing he was wrong only made it seem like it was everything to do with her heat cycle and him seeing her as only holes to fuck and not anything beyond it.

she’s totally wrong about that.. you just have to show her

Savannah shrugged and bit her lip, went to looking at her hands, the blanket draped over her, anything but directly at him as she tried to figure out whether he was actually apologizing or whether he was strictly reminding her that it was only her heat cycle making him want her, but acknowledging that he didn’t have to be a jerk about it when he had. “It’s not a big deal. You act like I’m fragile.” was the safest response that came to her and so that’s the one she went with.

I do wonder though… is all this just because I’m in heat or… and here I go again, letting him get to me… if I’m not careful, I’ll wind up in his bed… which is not a good idea… a fun one, yes.. but not a good one

“I still shouldn’t have went off on you like that.” Baron eyed her, her scent held wariness… and every last bit of restraint she apparently possessed. She still wanted him, she just wasn’t willing to cave in and admit it.. he focused harder and picked up on hurt.

What he’d been doing had really hurt her. He found himself swallowing hard as he stared intently out at the road ahead. Almost as if on cue, Savannah reached out and fumbled with the radio stations and started to hum along to yet another country song as she turned her attention out the window, gasping a little at the town they were passing through, the way the main part of it had every single house and storefront lit up with Christmas lights. “I always loved ridin and lookin at lights.. After my mom died, my dad, he… he kinda stopped. Christmas started to be just me and the old man, out in the garage.. or him out there and me up in my room..” Savannah wasn’t aware that she’d said anything out loud until she heard Baron mumble something and then his eyes met hers at a red light and he mumbled a quick apology.

“I’m sorry too.. About your dad… I kinda saw how it hurt when you mentioned him and your grandfather on Inked.”

“I’m used to it now.”

“Same.. Anyway, I was not trying to be a downer.. maybe it’s better if I just sit over here and look out the window.. yeah.. really good idea.” Savannah rambled nervously and Baron got the distinct feeling that she was nervous because she wasn’t used to really opening up to many people.

Which was an interesting contradiction considering she was loud and wild and in your face a lot of the time..

“It’s okay.. I don’t mind and I won’t snap your head off.”

Rather than start talking again, Savannah made herself focus on watching the houses as they went past.

They came to a stop at the hotel and Savannah was out and grabbing her bags quickly, almost like she couldn’t wait to get away. Baron couldn’t resist himself, he lightly gripped her hip and held her where she stood.

“Are you okay?”

“Just fidgety… And tired… And I smell gross, I need a shower. Why?” Savannah did her best to keep a poker face but Baron saw through it and eyed her, brow raised. “You really are okay with stopping overnight.. Right?”

“Totally. I mean it’s not like we’ll be stuck sharing a room, right?”

but you cannot stand here and deny that you’d love it if you were.. just not until you KNOW it’s really how he feels and not just because you’re in heat and he’s horny because of it…. The thought was a quick one and it was almost like she shoved it out and buried it, but Baron picked up on it as soon as it crossed her mind because it pushed her scent to the peak of it’s mouth watering sweetness and he felt his cock straining against his jeans.

He knew exactly what he had to do now, and while it was going to take a while to do it, it would be worth it if he could make it happen and finally get them over this whole frustrating mess he’d managed to make.

“It’s about to rain. Don’t know about you, Baron, but I’m goin in.” Savannah eyed him, a curious look in her eyes, her fingers slowly moving over that braided leather choker at her neck and Baron licked his lips, coughed and nodded.


“What the hell do you mean there’s only one room?” I asked the desk clerk in the lobby, gaping a moment. Behind me, I could feel Baron moving closer and oddly enough, it sort of calmed me down? Not much but a little. I was freaking out.

why in the actual fuck did you suggest stopping overnight?…. Oh right… so the guy whose only into you because you’re in heat could sleep… because you love him…. I was really letting myself have it mentally and Baron spoke up.

“Does the room have two beds?”

“No, it only has one.. but we can get ya a cot, somethin.” the clerk smacked her gum as she looked up at Baron with an unmistakable look of desire in her eyes that was almost enough to make me want to choke her. Rather than do that, I took a deep breath and looked at Baron. “I’ll sleep in the car. You can take the room. You’re bigger, you’re sleepier. Won’t be the first time I’ve slept in a car and most likely will not be the last given how I like my tequila.”

I’d turned, started to walk back out the doors of the hotel but Baron caught my wrist and stopped me. “You are not sleeping in the car. They can get another bed to put in the room. If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost think you were…”

“I’m what?”

“Scared to be alone with me?” Baron’s eyes fixed on mine and I gulped as I thought to myself, … only because I know I won’t be able to resist you… and I’m still not sure if you really want me or you just want to fuck me…. But I scoffed.

“Alright, we’ll take the room.” I declared it boldly as I walked back up to the check in desk. Turning to Baron, I poked out my  tongue and then picked up my bags, trying to ignore the now unreal burning feverish ache as it settled back in… or the way my thighs were clenched and that wasn’t even helping the stream of wetness flowing rapidly down my inner thighs at the moment making my panties entirely too uncomfortable to wear.

“Last one up gets the cold shower.” I called out over my shoulder as I pushed the up button on an elevator that looked like it saw it’s better days around the same time that Scarface was still a huge box office hit. I took a few deep breaths and looked at my reflection in the shiny metal of the doors.

“I can do this. It’s just a night.” I mumbled the words to myself as I tapped my foot, waiting on the elevator. I saw Baron when he got to where I was, standing there behind me. He was smirking a little but he was saying nothing.

smirk all you want… but this kitchen is closed until I know whether I’d just be a breeder to you or you really feel something for me, stud… I thought to myself as I smirked right back.

“Hot, cold.. the water temperature won’t matter to me, kitten. Besides, I took a shower this morning, I’m good.”

“Awesome. More hot water for me then.” I felt his body brushing against mine and I bit my lip, tensing up by default as his scent filled my nose and once again sent my horomones into a fucking nosedive. He chuckled and just sort of stared at me a few seconds, almost like he knew something and he was just waiting, picking his moment.

I poked out my tongue and he leaned in, whispered into my ear quietly, “You do realize that one day you’re going to stick out your tongue and I’m gonna do something about it… Right?”

“You do realize that it’s not you as in physical you that scares me… Right?” I asked in a whisper as he stared at me a few seconds, puzzling out what I meant.

“I’m in heat and I don’t trust myself around you.. But don’t worry, I’ll behave myself tonight.” and with the statement out, I stepped onto the elevator, leaving him gaping at me for a split second before he got onto the elevator too.

Did I mention that I’m very good at making things awkward? Because if you haven’t guessed it by now, yeah… I am.

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