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Suspect: Part 5

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2.2K
Warnings: Swearing, fighting, angst

A/N: I was intending to have Reader and Bucky converse in this one, but it ran longer than expected! Sorry, definitely in the next one.

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“Aw, c’mon, partner,” Dale coos through the door, but you were hardly listening. As quietly as possible, you were searching the bathroom cupboards for something that you could use as a weapon, “Don’t make me knock down this door,”

You ignore his taunts, and try to gather yourself. Any second he was going to force his way into the bathroom, and you had to be ready. 

“Fuck,” your voice so low it was barely audible. There wasn’t anything you could use, not even a nail file. You’re going to have to fight the old fashioned way. Positioning yourself in front of the closed door, you take deep breaths, trying to calm your nerves and still your shaking fists.

“Y/N,” Dale’s voice turned from fake charm to frustrated and blunt, “I really don’t want to kill you. So come on out and I can give you the pitch,”

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The way you said “I love you.“

Some fluffy, some angsty prompts

  1. As a hello
  2. With a hoarse voice, under the blankets
  3. A scream
  4. Over a cup of tea
  5. Over a beer bottle
  6. On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair
  7. As a thank you
  8. As an apology
  9. When baking chocolate chip cookies
  10. Not said to me
  11. With a shuddering gasp
  12. When we lay together on the fresh spring grass
  13. In a letter
  14. A whisper in the ear
  15. Loud, so everyone can hear
  16. Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble
  17. When the broken grass litters the floor
  18. From very far away
  19. With no space left between us
  20. As we huddle together, the storm raging outside
  21. Over your shoulder
  22. Muffled, from the other side of the door
  23. Through a song
  24. Without really meaning it
  25. In a blissful sigh as you fall asleep
  26. Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave
  27. A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips
  28. When I am dead
  29. Slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey
  30. Too quick, mumbled into your scarf
  31. In awe, the first time you realised it
  32. In a way I can’t return
  33. On a post-it note
  34. Before we jump
  35. As a goodbye
Big Brother Knows Best

Winchester x Sister!Reader // Demon!Dean

A/n: I’ve been watching old episodes and getting fic ideas so bare with me and my little shit fics. I really almost didn’t post this one.

Warnings: Blood, Dean is a demon, Angst, mentions of death, violence?

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A firm hand gripped your own sweating one. Pulling you around the corner away from the taunting calls behind you.

“Can’t run from me forever, Sammy.” The voice speaking wasn’t that of your brothers, rather something entirely opposite. “And pulling our little sister into this wild goose chase? Not hardly fair at all.”

Words couldn’t express how badly you wanted to rush into your oldest brothers arms. Beg him to come back to you and be the man you knew he was. Every part of you knew Sam would keep you as far away from him as he could. He’d throw himself in between the two of you if it came down to it. No questions asked.

Your mind was snapped back into the current events when Sam grabbed hold of your shoulders and shook you.

“Hey, don’t zone out. Not now.” Taking a giant gulp of fear you nodded shakily. “Go.” His head nudged in the direction of a closed door.

“What? Are you out of your damn mind? I’m not leaving you here to get your head whacked off by our demonic brother.” With your right hand you held on tightly to his left arm. Just above his wrist.

“I’m right behind you, Y/n.” There was no use arguing with him. He wasn’t going to allow you to stand there next to him.

A bad feeling rested in the pit of your stomach. In every horror movie you watched when somebody said they’d be right behind someone, they were always lying. And they usually always ended up dead.

Bright red flashing lights beamed from unknown areas of the bunker, startling you. Just as your hand reached out to open the door it was swung open. Sam was breathing heavily and pushing you onward to continue running.

Dean was always the brother you thought to go to first when something is wrong. It was a natural feeling of pure protection when you were around him. Now he was hunting you down in your own home.

“Come on guys! Lets have a nice long chat. Crack a beer…go over things.” Hearing how carefree and reckless Dean was just in his voice shattered you.

The hallways seemed to be long and endless. Like a a giant maze. You had no idea which turn would lead to where, but you followed on the direct path Sam pushed you on. After all, big brother knows best. Your small scared body was shoved into a door which was locked after your entry.

Sam? Sam, open the damn door!” This particular door was the only one hidden in the bunker. It was a secret escape route Cas and Sam discovered after Dean had bailed off with his new demon buddy, Crowley. The one way he had no knowledge of.

Heavy but slightly silenced breathing came from the other side of the metal sliding door. “You need to get out of here, Y/n. I won’t let him hurt you.” Their was a hint of fear mixed with strength in Sam’s voice. You knew what he was planning, yet hoping he wouldn’t have to do.

“I won’t let him hurt you either! You can’t lock me up and fight for us both, Sam! He’ll kill you. He’ll take his time and enjoy it.” Every word that poured from your mouth was at a whisper. Trying to prevent Dean from catching wind of the conversation.

“That’ll leave enough time for you to bail.” Sam had no intention of leaving Dean. He never did. But you didn’t plan on leaving either of them.

“Wonder what’s behind door number three?” A booming voice roared.

The sound of an axe hitting against the once perfect door protecting Sam was being hacked apart.

“Don’t come through that door Dean! You won’t leave me any choice.” You heard something coming from Sam. Something you hadn’t heard in awhile. Defeat.

Dean merely laughed and kept hitting away. “Or what? We both know what choice you’ll have to make. And we both know what that choice will be, Sammy.” The smile on Dean’s lips could practically be heard it was so loud.

“Dean! Please stop this!” Both of your fists began beating on the door as your voice yelled as loudly as it possibly could. “Fight this sickness inside of you. I know you can.”

“Personally, Y/n. I like the disease!” Another swing of the axe. The door was practically able to be entered through.

Footsteps ran away from the door. Sam was bailing, knowing Dean would follow for the thrill of the chase.

“No! Dammit stop it!” The edges around your balled up fists began to bleed from beating on the door so violently.

Another set of footsteps trailed off in the same direction. And the chase began. You could stand by and do nothing. Demon or not, it was your brother.

Quickly you scanned the room for a way to open the door, until a bright red switch revealed itself. Instantly you flipped it and the door slid open. The moment you turned to the left to run after them both, a strong set of arms grabbed to your chest from behind while the other snaked around your lips to prevent noise from coming out. Dean. .

Fear took over your body completely. “Sh sh sh.” His words silenced the tears and the small muffled noises coming from your closed mouth. “Walk.” A sharp object was poked lightly into the center of your back, forcing you to walk.

“Call to him.” He was going to use you to draw Sam out of hiding.

“It’s a trap don’t come out-!” His firm hand regained position on your lips, forcing you to stop speaking.

Hopefully- hopefully, Sam would listen to you for once and run as far and fast as he could in the other direction from your crazed brother. Of course this wasn’t the case. Instead his figure slowly crept out from behind a corner. His eyes widened as he saw a blade being pressed hard enough to draw blood against the skin underneath your chin.

“Let her go, Dean. It’s me you want dead. Not her.” Sam did his best to try and talk Dean out of his dead set plan. Hands being held up as a sign of surrender.

“Are you kidding?” The voice behind you laughed. “Why deal with one when I can deal with both?” As his lips spread into a smile, you couldn’t see it, but you knew it was there.

“Do it.” You finally found the courage to speak.

Sam scoffed. “Y/n, shut up.”

“Do it, Dean.” You pressed against the blade willingly, drawing even more blood.

“Shut. Up.” Sam protested. Trying to get you to stop encouraging it.

“You’re not the bad guy, big brother. You’ll always be my hero. I’ll always see you as my Batman and nothing can change that.” Slowly you closed your eyes, preparing yourself to feel the skin slice open even more on your neck.

A little movement happened behind you. By some miracle Dean’s grip on you was now gone. Instead Castiel held him from behind. Eyes shinning bright as he held your furious brother.

“It’s over, Dean.”


Brett x Reader

“They saw a wolf running around the restricted area yesterday.” Chris hissed quietly to Scott and he frowned back at Chris. 

“A werewolf or an actual wolf?” Scott wondered and Chris subtly gazed around in the room, watching Satomi and her pack trying to comfort one another after constant hunting.

“A wolf.” He clarified and Scott gave Kira a glance. “Was it Malia?” Scott defended Kira’s question immediately. “No, she was with Stiles the whole evening yesterday.”

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Gone Pt. 7

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Aaron Hotchner x Reader

So I’ve been MIA for about a week now?  Idk how long it’s been, but I’m ready to get back into the groove of writing, I really need to.  Also side note: there are over 1,000 of you (!!!)  Thanks so much for following and continuing to enjoy my stories.  I feel so blessed to have every single on of you!

Thank you guys for your continuous love and support for this story.  Things are about to get angsty all over again (as if it wasn’t that way already), so get ready.  No warnings on this one.

Recap so I don’t have to put a previously on:  Scratch has revealed he’s been staking the Bureau and Hotch’s family.  After Aaron decided to spend time with the team, Y/N and JJ get kidnapped by Scratch.  He leaves them a taunting message after fleeing on the jet.

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Breaking... Ch.12

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A/N: This chapter took way too long because I wasn’t planning for it but it’s here now so let’s go y’all! I’ll get back to the main plot next chapter I swear!

Wordcount: 3609

Warnings: Blood, slut shaming, taunting, cursing

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Breaking Trust

You felt the impact send waves through your skull, they reverberated through your brain. Bouncing off the bone. You were falling past the ground, it seemed like the ground faded from under you. Varying shades of grey were around you and sticking out like jagged stone; but as it faded out to white you felt the familiar wrapping of silk around your body. Just as you saw the end of the gleaming fabric, one of the pieces wrapped itself around your leg and dangled you above your point of exit. You stared numbly into the light, you couldn’t see anything beyond it but you could hear something faint. “Miss, I’m going to need you to step back and leave the room! The doctor needs room to work.” It was a woman, she sounded older and frustrated. “No! Please, I need to be here with her! Y/N! Please, wake up!” Another woman said, she seemed much younger than the first and her ton was frantic. Her voice was familiar. “Damn it all! She’s drifting off! Miss L/N, do not fall back asleep!” An older male voice called. You tried to fight the silk and reach out towards the voices but it was no use. The silk raised you up as you struggled and flung you the way you fell. You flew through the air, past the white, past the rocks and into the light you came from.

             Your eyes shot open as you gasped for air. You were laying on some kind of couch and you felt the warmth and light from a fire nearby.

“Well, at least you’re finally up.” A female voice said curtly. You looked around to see a woman standing by a door. Her clothes were similar to yours, only her bodice was orange and had longer sleeves. “Honestly, you’re lucky to be alive at all. If Mr. Burr had not seen your horse, you would certainly be dead.” Mr. Burr? Her voice was cold, her hair, skin and eyes all matched that tone. Icy.

“Where am I?” You asked as your frantically sat up. She chuckled at your panic.

“I shall inform Mr. Burr of your current status. Wait here.” She ordered you and walked out of the room. What the hell happened? The last thing I remember… You touched the left side of your face and winced. You felt some sort of bandage along your left temple and although you couldn’t see it, you could feel how bruised your face was. There were footsteps coming toward the door so you stood up, you still felt a bit dizzy but you quickly steady yourself. In walked in a familiar man, dark skin, wearing a deep purple and a pleasant smile.

“I see that you are awake. What was your name? Titania, was it?” He asked.

“M-Mr. Burr, sir! Um, that’s what I am called yes?” Am I lying? He nodded and sensed your confusion about the situation.

“I heard a commotion outside my door at sun rise and saw a horse with gear standing on my lawn. I recognized it as belonging to Mr. Hamilton and decided I should send it back to his estate but it was acting rather strange.  It kept moving away from me whenever I approached and, although it was probably foolish for to think it, it seemed to want to show me something. Low and behold you were not even a twenty meters from my home. I brought you back and called for a doctor, you had a terrible head wound but he said that you would wake up soon. Luckily he was correct, the sun has just only begun to set.” He explained. That’s crazy! Seriously universe? Why do you have to be such a bitch to me?!

“I don’t know what to say… Thank you, Mr. Burr! You really saved my life! I don’t know how I can thank you enough let alone repay you for this!”

“No need for thanks, I couldn’t just leave you out to die now could I? And in terms of repayment, I shall talk with Alexander about that.” Talk with Alex…Fuck… He’s not supposed to know about what happened! And hell I’ve already caused them enough trouble, why do I have to be like this?! He’s going to have to pay money for my idiocy! Ugh! He could read your disappointment as if you were actually saying it to him.

“Is something the matter?” He asked. Fuck.

“No, no, no, no, no! That’s perfectly fine! It’s just… I don’t exactly like having other people pay my debts but I suppose I’ll have to just live with it.” This is going to be bad when they get back… He closed his eyes like he was thinking about something. You couldn’t read his expression at all, which was something that Alex frequently complained about him. He was elusive.

“I have a proposition for you then, Miss Titania.” What?

“A proposition?” You asked.

“My wife you see, has fallen quite ill and we are a bit short of staff. I am aware that the Hamiltons are up town for the winter. Perhaps, while they are away, you could lend your services to help around here.” He offered.

“Seriously? Thank you so much, Mr. Burr! I just really don’t want to cause any problems for Alex and I’ll work really hard to make sure my debt is paid-“ He shushed you.

“Talk less.” Wait, what? “I will take that as a yes, however there are some rules you must follow.”

“Oh, um, of course.”

“Things are done very differently around here than at Alexander’s. You are at the Burr estate now and you must behave as such. Based on how you have worked at the Hamilton’s I can tell that your personality is rather… loud. That will not be the case while you are with me. Talk less, smile more. That is how you shall operate. You will be expected to hold a demeanor of calm and collectiveness at all times. I will not tolerate anything less, is that clear?” You were surprised by how serious he was while speaking to you, you were actually taken aback. I suppose not everything could be as accepting as it is with them… Even with the terms being so out of character for you, you knew you had to try. So you agreed to the conditions.

             That night you were given back your horse and set out for the estate. You felt slightly uncomfortable with having to ride again after what happened but it was your only option. You were going to be a maid for the Burr’s and would have to leave at dawn every morning to get there on time for work. You got back home, led the horse back to the stables and went inside. You hastily prepared a fire to ward off the chill in your bones. You weren’t sure why but you didn’t have a good feeling about this.

Dear Starlight,

             It already feels as though I have been away from you a century, has it truly only been a month and a half since I have seen you? I miss you, I miss our conversations, I miss your lectures, I miss your voice, your spirit, your passion. I miss it all, everything down to the way you hold a teacup as though it could fall apart in your hands. It is very quiet uptown; I do not think I like the quiet though. It feels empty and, dare I say, a bit lonely without you by my side to share your thoughts on this world we live in. Everyone else misses you as well. Father and Mother have been telling Grandfather all about you, he seems to find you quite charming. Angelica says that studying is becoming a bore without you there to give her alternative methods of remembering her work. Even Alexander, James and John seem quite withdrawn; specifically, they long for one of your fairytales. I have no idea what they are talking about but it has something to do with a fruit that can show you everything you desire? Or was it about gaining knowledge from it? It sounds fascinating, then again, everything about you intrigues me. It is surprising to think that it has not even been an entire year since our first meeting, I feel as though I have known you my entire life. Although since we are on a similar subject, I have some rather exciting news. My birthday is next week! I shall be turning sixteen, soon enough I will no longer be considered a boy but instead a young man. However, I only care about that title when it comes to you. Your wit and luminosity may suggest you consider me an equal. Yet, does that mean your heart sees me as such? I wish not to be considered a child in thine eyes, a boy who becomes as red as a blooming rose over his frivolous romanticized fantasies. I do not think the word ‘different’ quite fits how I see you, perhaps extraordinary would be a better term? You are not like any of the other maidens I have encountered; you are bold, utterly silly and stubborn in every wondrous way. You are the brightest star is the sky, the North Star. Others gaze upon you and wonder where you shall lead them, while I can only hope that you will take pity on a soul deprived of your love, a soul left completely helpless. I see your eyes and smile in the night sky, Lord knows that I have prayed. I have prayed that you will leave your celestial heaven and keep beside me. Is it not embarrassing? Even on paper I cannot articulate what I am feeling without becoming muddled. Perhaps it is best if I wait to express myself when I meet you at the end of February. Until then ma cherié, please do not forget to write. I know you must be busy as to not have the time to write but that shall not stop my own writing tendencies, your words bring me more joy than you could possibly imagine.

Sincerely yours,

P. Ham, your sunshine.

Your mind and your heart were telling you two distinctly different things by the time you finished reading Philip’s letter. Why does everything have to be so complicated?! You held your head in your hands, trying to decide what to do next. It’s been two weeks since you started to work for Aaron Burr and to say you hated it would an understatement. You’ve never felt so restricted in your entire life, it was huge reality check for you. Not everything could be all feminism and modern like it was with Alexander. Proper etiquette hangs over your head constantly, you never expected Burr to be as uptight as he is. It isn’t all bad though, Mrs. Burr is actually quite lovely. She tells you many stories of her younger days when she’s well enough to speak cohesively. Honestly, the best times were when she was awake, it always gave you the chance to take a breather from Aaron. He wants to be by her side as often as time allows, he acts like a completely different person around her. He’s happy. That doesn’t last too long though, and Sarah doesn’t help much either. Sarah was the maid that was ‘by your side’ when you awoke at the Burr estate. She’s kind of, maybe, the worst person. She frequently taunts you for the position you’re in and tries to accuse you because of your relationship with the Hamilton’s. “I know what you did, who knew a man would actually defend his whore.” When you asked her what she was trying to imply she said. “I wonder how the son reacted to learn that his whore was also his father’s. I believe I would pay to see such an encounter!” No matter how many times you try to convince her of the truth, she just shuts you down and claims that a prostitute will do anything to hide her sins. First of all, I’ll do what I damn well please with my body! Second of all, I DID NOT have an affair with Alexander! Seriously, I thought this whole situation was over! You didn’t have time to read the letter before you had to leave for work, so you took it with you. You heard footsteps from beyond the door you were behind and quickly hid the letter in your bodice. You stood up from where you were sitting at the dining room table, taking your spare cloth off of your apron and using it to wipe the table. You know, to make it seem like you were working even though there was nothing to clean yet. Sarah, cold looking as ever, came bursting in.

“Good morning, Miss Home Wrecker. I will be taking care of Lady Burr today, which means you will be in charge of everything else for the day. I suggest you be on your best behavior, or else you shall receive quite a tongue lashing from Mr. Burr… Although you probably want that!” She snorted as she left you alone to fester in your anger. Fuck you too, Sarah! Okay Y/N, calm down. It’s only for another five or so weeks. I can do this! Just put on your best smile and suck it up, buttercup! You took a deep breath and left to take your normal rounds. Things were going relatively smoothly, at least until mid-day approached.

             You heard a carriage drawing into the ‘driveway’ as you started to call it. Ugh, a visitor… Normally, you wouldn’t mind having to greet a visitor, but you haven’t had to deal with any of Burr’s guest yet. You weren’t excited. Nevertheless, you did what you were taught, you walked over to the door and smiled sweetly. You heard footsteps and you opened the door, closing your eyes to block out the brightness from the light hitting the snow outside.

“Welcome to the Burr estate! What may I do for you today?” You asked in a bubbly voice.

“Well I’ll be damned.” Oh no. Please let it be a hallucination! Please let it be a hallucination! You slowly opened your eyes and to no surprise the first thing you see is a bright color. Magenta. The whole image started to fade in, Thomas Jefferson, in all his horridness, was standing in front of you. On top of that, you had to greet him with a smile and give him hospitality. I’d rather shut the door in his face… You bit your tongue and moved out of the way for him so that he could enter. “Well, well, well, Miss Titania! I would never guess I would find you here. What brings you? I thought Hamilton was away for the winter?” He gave you a mischievous grin as you shut the door behind him.

“Simply working, nothing worthy of noting.” You said through gritted teeth. He chuckled, but before he could retort, Burr’s voice echoed from the nearby staircase.

“Hello Thomas, forgive me but my wife is awake at the moment so I must focus on her. Miss Taylor, please make him some tea.” Can I pour the tea on him?! You nodded to the demand, you couldn’t exactly say no. You turned and began to walk towards the dining room.

“Take a seat, I’ll be back with your tea shortly.” You lashed, obviously annoyed. He smiled, but he didn’t sit down.

“Actually, I would much rather follow you. I hate not having company and personally, I’d say you make some pretty fine company.” He raised his eyebrows up slightly. This bitch… You shot him a thin smile and turned to walk into the kitchen, rolling your eyes as he trailed behind you. You began the tea preparations, hoping that he would at least give you the pleasure of not speaking. You were not granted that pleasure.

“How have you been Miss Titania?” He asked, your back turned to him.

“Fine.” You said insipidly. You began to heat up the water and turned to find Jefferson a few feet away from you.

“That’s a rather noxious injury you’ve got there.” He pointed and traced out in the air the slight crescent shape from the stitching on your left temple. You covered it up with your hand. “May I ask how that happened?” He asked with curiosity in his brown eyes, you spoke as you walked past him to grab the tea box.

“It seems that I am no equestrian, Mr. Jefferson.” You said with dun. He clicked his tongue.

“I see.” After that, things went silent for a moment. You got out the teapot and made the tea, now all that was left was for you to set up the tray and cups, you assumed Burr would join him shortly. You set the tray down, picked out he saucers, the cream and sugar as well. You grabbed one of the tea cups with both hands, careful not to drop it and as you picked up the second one, Thomas spoke up.

“How has Philip been recently.”

Crack, shatter, puncture, warm.

             Some glass fragments from the delicate cup began to trickle from your seizing hands, the pieces digging into your palms. You whipped your head around, shock was etched into his features and it only grew deeper when he saw the burning hatred on your own.

“Don’t ever! You do not have the right to ask me about him after what you did! You made him hate me! Even if it was only for a day, it killed me! You do not deserve the grace of hearing his effulgent name, let alone say it!” You spat, you had had enough. You couldn’t hold back anymore, you were tumultuous. You felt like crying, screaming, and being sick all at the same time. He doesn’t deserve to know how wonderful that family is! He almost ruined them! He threw his hands up to show peace.

“Whoa, perhaps it would be best to calm down.” He said in an oddly soothing voice. You wanted to yell, don’t tell me to calm down! But you realized something.

The cup

You opened your hands and the rest of the glass fell to the floor, there were tiny cuts on your hands and blood prickled out from the ends but that’s not what you cared about. Fuck! You crouched down onto the ground and frantically began to pick up the pieces, gathering them up in your apron cloth to hold them.

“No, no, no, no! Burr’s going to kill me!” You spoke breathlessly and then a voice you really didn’t want to hear.

“Why am I going to kill you?” Burr asked dryly. He looked down at what you were doing, his expression blank. You hated that look, it made you even more fearful than most things. The idea that he could be thinking of anything and you wouldn’t know terrified you enough as it was. But now it was directed at you. You were about to apologize, try to convince him it was an accident and that you were sorry but you were interrupted.

“I dropped my cup, you know me Burr, my senses are never quite right when I’m around a pretty lady! I’ll pay for it, don’t worry about it!” Jefferson laughed. What? What’s he doing? Burr sighed and shook his head, rubbing his temples, which he commonly did when he was stressed.

“Seriously, Thomas? You can’t stop your womanizing for even a second? Well… It’s not the good china so I suppose no harm was done. I came in here to tell you that we shall head to the cabinet in a moment, I just have to get properly dressed first. It’ll only be a moment. Taylor, please clean up this mess.” He said as he turned and left the two of you alone once more. You quickly gathered up the rest of the glass and stood up, making sure it wouldn’t fall out of the sides of your apron, the edges you holding lightly between your fingers. You turned to look at Jefferson.

“Why…? Why did you cover for me?” You were dumbfounded, he took a deep breath.

“I know how Burr can be, it was honestly just better to say that I did it. Besides, I’m not a scoundrel all the time you know?” You disposed of the glass as he stepped closer to you. He was only a foot away from you by the time you noticed, he held out his hand.

“May I see your hands?” He asked calmly. You reluctantly showed him your hands, he held one in each of his and inspected them closely. “Hm, you should be alright. Clean them up, use a cloth to stop the bleeding and if anyone asks, tell them you slipped on the ice outside.” He instructed, you nodded along, still a bit confused.

“Why would you help me? Don’t you hate me or what I stand for or something?” He sighed at your question.

“Listen, I will admit that my accusations were under a false pretense, that I apologize for. I wasn’t asking you about Philip to be antagonizing, I was genuinely curious. I talked to James a while back and he told me about what you said. ‘I don’t care about my name’ All you care about is everyone else’s wellbeing. You could say it put things into perspective for me. Why would a whore care about her ‘lover’ and not have it be about money? Why would Hamilton write an entire pamphlet to protect the dignity of one mistress but incriminate the other? It doesn’t make sense, unless I’m wrong and that you truly had nothing to do with it. It was presumptuous of me, and for that I am very sorry. When it comes to Philip however, I am rather close to Angelica and we have discussed the two of you the recently. So do not worry, I get it.” He let go of your hands and gave you a soft smile, walking past you towards the exit into the dining room. “I should meet with Burr, perhaps I shall meet with you again in the future, Titania? It would be a real shame to not see your pretty face again. Au revoir, mademoiselle.” He waved goodbye to you with that same grin on his face. What just happened? Is he not an asshole 24/7? You were left to stew in your questions for a bit, but you eventually followed the directions he gave you, pushing the questions to the back of your mind. Which then made new questions form.

What am I going to do when they get back?

Back In Black

Originally posted by dancewithmejensen

Originally posted by thewinchesterdaily

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Synopsis:  y/n and Sam are on the hunt to find dean and cure him. Little does Sam know (y/n) is addicted to demon blood. Y/n finds dean before Sam does.Request: Could you write some Dean smut where the reader is dating Sam and is addicted to demon blood (but Sam doesn’t know) and Dean was always attracted to her but then he turns into a demon! Dean. Then they make an arrangement where Dean lets her drink his blood in return for attention from her and over time she falls for him. Idk if that makes sense but thanks- anonymous Characters: demon! Dean, dean, Y/n (demon blood junkie), Crowley, Sam, Cole, demonsWARNINGS:  withdrawal symptoms, demon dean, bitchy reader, a lot of pet names, violence, a lot of blood, demons, dean being an asshole, sex, smut, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (wear a condom), orgasm denial, reader being a complete bitch, cheating, sad Sam, Sam being an asshole, everyone being an asshole, a lot of swearing, blood kink? I guess. Probably a lot more I forgot to mention.Word Count: 8.647 kA/n: making nuns proud. This is super long so just click the keep reading.


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The demon let out a growl, as you slashed the knife against her cheek. Her skin burning in the process, making you smirk.

“Ouch. That’s got to hurt” you taunted, making the demon growl.

“I’m surprised you’re not with your boyfriend” the demon snarled, as you twirling butterfly knife.

“I’m independent sweetie I’ve survived on my own” you snapped.

“Right, the only thing you two bond over is that your mothers both burned alive on the ceiling. The only difference is that Sam’s brother is still alive and well your sister she’s long gone. The couple that drinks demon blood how cute” she hissed out.

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You all: *talk constantly about how much you love each and every member of B.A.P, and how much you care about their health and happiness*

Himchan: *is harassed by ‘fans’ about his weight constantly and taunted by his closest friends and groupmates to the point that he makes himself lose weight so quickly his rib fractures*

You all:

Back In The Saddle

Here is Part Two to “Salt And Pepper”

Pairing: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader
Words:  1090

Read “Behind Brown Eyes”

-Jeffrey comes to visit the reader on set. Has he made a decision?-

Thank you @mamapeterson for looking over this for me!!

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, let me know. :)

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

You were eating lunch in your on set trailer when someone knocked on the door.

            “Come in,” you called out, expecting Jared or Jensen to come in to have lunch with you like they did sometimes.

            The door swung open and you looked up to find Jeffrey standing there. You hadn’t seen him in the month since the con, the night he walked out of your hotel room without saying anything after your ultimatum.

            “Jeffrey?” You were frozen where you sat, confusion and apprehension bubbling in your belly.

            “Hi, Y/N.” He stood just outside of your trailer.

            “What are you doing here?” you asked, putting your fork down.

            “I came to talk to you.”

            Sitting back, you nodded and gave an invitation, “Come on in.”

            Jeffrey stepped in and, after closing the door, sat down across from you and pulled in a deep breath. “What if I told you that you were right?” he asked, the words rushing out in a cluttered mess.

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I dare you to create a monster based on your worst fear

Be creative! Maybe it’s a monster that steals your dreams, leaving you without rest or perhaps it traps you inside of them. Perhaps it’s something that symbolizes the passage of time and creeps up on you, following you, taunting you with mortality. Maybe it has the face of the person who has hurt you the most or the face of someone you love as it betrays you. 

Monsters have long been created so that they speak directly to humanity’s universal fears. What monster would speak to your own?

Think outside the box!

If you’re brave enough to post, don’t forget to tag I dare you to write and indicate whether or not concrit is welcome.

I Bet That You Look Good on the Dance Floor - Arctic Monkeys

Okay, here it is!! My first ever taunt video! I would like to love and thank @c-3pno for the clips, you are such an amazing friendo and I love you so much!

Any way, I hyped this up so much because I was so excited, but I apologise if it is terrible (it is my first one, give me a break)

Tagging: @oceanee @lucilaura @chapinfan69 @revengeworld because these guys wanted to see it!

I didn’t give up with the timing at the end what are you talking about…


colored request doodles from the test stream! (twas fun y’all lookin forward to streamin during the winter break :D)

WHAT YOU NEED: A team of six high leveled Pokémon. One of them with the move ‘False Swipe’. I recommend a Scrappy Pangoro/Pancham so you can hit Ghost-Types with False Swipe.

★Leppa Berries/Ethers/Elixirs and Max Potions.

★Shiny Charm is always welcome and you can get it by completing the Alola Dex.

★Adrenaline Orbs. You can buy them in the Pokémon Centers of Hau'oli City, Konikoni City, Malie City, Mount Hokulani, Paniola Town, Pokemon League, etc.

WHAT TO DO: Once you’ve found the Pkmn that you want to chain, hit it with False Swipe and use the Adrenaline Orb in the next turn. This item, when used in battle, makes it more likely for the wild Pkmn to call for help and start a S.O.S. Battle.

★After knowing all the moves of that Pkmn, check out the amount of PP of these moves. If you don’t, then you’ll never know when the Pkmn will run out of PP and it’ll struggle to death.

★Kill all the Allies till a Shiny appears. You can also kill the original Pkmn when you feel like it’s gonna run out of PP, but, please keep in mind that you can kill it ONLY when an Ally is there. That Ally will now become the Original Pkmn and it will call more friends to batle, so, repeat the process: Keep killing allies, Calculate the PP, Kill the original.

★Save YOUR PP! If an Ally doesn’t appear then use that turn to use potions or other items so you don’t use any attack that turn. Use the Leppa Berries or your Elixirs when REALLY needed.

TIPS: To chain Abra you need a Pokémon with Shadow Tag or a Pokémon with Mean Look or Spider Web so it can’t teleport. Don’t TAUNT them. Teleport is the only move they know and if you do so, they’ll struggle and die.

•Do NOT status any Pkmn (Paralyze, etc) if you do, they wont call allies AT ALL

•If you’re planning to chain Drifloon, then I recommend you to use Special Attackers only. Aftermath can be a pain.

•Please be patient. Remember that good things come to those who wait ♥

•Use a Pkmn with DAMP ability (Parasect is perfect because it can learn False Swipe too) if you want to chain Minior. They like to Explode A LOT.

•Passimian, Oranguru, Wimpod and Pokémon you get via QR Gifts cannot be SOS’d

anonymous asked:

I know you've been asked variations on this but you can take it in any direction you want: could you compare sex with Niall v sex with Bressie? I'd also like to hear from your bressie squad too like @lucyvanpelt78 @squirrely83 @irish-nlessing etc I follow all your guys' updates constantly for writing about them both. 💚

Okay, this is super weird to say, but I actually think they’d be pretty similar in bed. They seem to have the same temperament (super laid back) and sense of humor. I also believe their thick Mullingar accents would get even worse while having sex, so they’d share that. I also think they’re super into how you’re feeling and will go all night to get you off if that’s what it takes (or if you just want to). 

The major difference I can think of, besides size ofc, would be dirty talk. Niall has a sassy damn mouth and you’d better believe that translates to the bedroom. Whereas Bressie is saying sweet things, if anything at all, Niall would be taunting you. 

“Y’like that don’t you? Naughty liddle thing you are.” 

“Look at ya. Takin’ m’ cock so nicely.” 

I also think Bressie would be more adventurous in bed than Niall. Not to say Niall isn’t adventurous, I just get the sense that Bressie wouldn’t say no to pretty much anything you suggest. I think Niall needs to be warmed up to any new thing you might want to introduce in bed, but Bressie will jump in head first. 

I now tag @lucyvanpelt78 @squirrely83 @irish-nlessing and @niallandharrymakemestrong like the anon asked to give their opinions. Please agree or disagree with me. But readers please remember this is just speculation. Unfortunately, we do not have any concrete evidence on this matter between the five of us. Maybe one day… 


Battle Theme : 
Normal Battle - Battle In the Labyrinth City
Decisive Battle - Resuscitated Hope (Instrumental)
Battle intro : “Must we really fight..? Well, if you insist…”
Victory : “Oh dear - are you alright?”
Defeat : “Be safe…G…rishram…”
Taunt : “Oh! Are we… not fighting?”
Reacting to Taunt : “My! How rude!”
Tie : “You’re quite strong!”
Perfect Victory : That looked like it hurt! C-can you stand…?”
Final Finisher : “All the stars in the heavens… but I see only one future for you.”


Assist : “I’m here for you!”
Your muse down during Assist : “Hang in there! Let me take it from here!”
Using item : “Ah, is this why the stars said to bring this…?”
Healing/Buffing : “The cards are in your favour! Go!”
Tag Team Special : “We are all stronger together… let’s show them!”

Tagged By: @windiskywalker @rhalgaralargara
Tagging: Anyone who’d like to do it! It’s a fun one! :D

Okay, I don’t think I did this right, but I was tagged by @totallydiabolik for this self aesthetic game. After being taunted by 5 folders of Ayato, I dug up some old photos of a vacation trip and some other odds and ends. It’s not much, but I tried to make do with what I had. :’>

Make your aesthetic (based off of your personality and interests) with ONLY images you’ve saved to your device! You cannot search and download any images until you are done!

I tag: @chii-sana @otome-is-heaven @sadistic-sakamaki, @zaraenia @to-you-in-2000-years @mythicamagic @v-ermouth @abunwithcinnamon 

…and anyone else who wants to do this :) This is just for fun, you don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable. ^^

@totallydiabolik Haha, no, that was from when I went to New York~ xD My cousins got me hooked on Coco bubble tea and if I could I would have it everyday www


Battle Theme : Guardians of the Earth
Battle intro : “It’s not too late to avoid this fight..”
Victory : *sighs*
Defeat : *Shakes his head* “Are you satisfied now ?”
Taunt : “Don’t force me to hurt you !”
Reacting to Taunt : “I don’t care about your meaningless spite.”
Tie : “Are we good now ?”
Perfect Victory : *Kneels in front of his opponent* “Are you all right ?”
Final Finisher : *Whispers* “I hate you for forcing me to do that..”


Assist : “We can do it !”
Your muse down during Assist : *Yells muse name*
Using item : “Ew.. Taste awful.”
Healing/Buffing : “Focus on attacking, I’ll take care of the rest.”
Tag Team Special : “Keep courage, I believe in us !”

Tagged by : @dayst-ffxiv, thank you, that was a nice one !
Tagging : @geisterfuchs, @blodforblod, @xmimiteh, @samaelsammy, @fyrielle, @exkage@sera-xiv, @treelet, @catintheshroud, @aysundemiir, @trishelle, @luli-xiv, @syerraffxiv, @ffxivtribehydrae, @cassie-qq, @smokespun, @marjiandco, @yoiku, @wanderers-ward, @bryterbythenight, @ishgardianskypirate, @ishgardianmuffins, @captain-rez, @keelime-pies, @scholaroflight, @pink-songstress, @robotprinzess, @ghostlyfoxangel, @thetreewaffle, @keroascrazy, @natsumimontenbelt & @rashkah !

PS : If you wish to participate and I didn’t tag you, DO IT ! And tag me so I can read ♥ !