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Dialogue Prompts

So, I really want to start writing on this blog, too. So I made a prompt list.
Not all prompts are mine, some are stolen from another blog. 

I will be writing for the following fandoms:

  • Harry Potter
  • Criminal Minds
  • Supernatural
  • Shadowhunters/ The moral instruments
  • The hunger games
  • Divergent
  • The maze runner
  • Grey’s anatomy

Okay, that isn’t too much. I’m still catching up on other shows. Once I’m finished, I’ll add them. You can ask for any character x reader, or character x character. If you want a platonic one-shot, you should note that. You can ask for as many prompts as you want. 

Dialogue prompts:

  1. “I have always loved cacti.” 
  2. “You didn’t just say that.” 
  3. “Whoa-dude. Look at that!”
  4. “Just because I died doesn’t mean I’m really dead.” 
  5. “Just because I drove into that river doesn’t mean I’m a bad driver.”
  6. “You walked into a knife?”
  7. “How did you manage this level of stupidity?” 
  8. “You locked me outside!” 
  9. “I’ve always been there for you. And I will continue to be.”
  10. “Do you trust me?”
    “Not even a little bit.” 
  11. “Uhh, is something wrong?”
    “What? Hehe! Of course not, why would you think that?” 
    “Because I can smell something burning and you’re hiding behind a door. Now, let me in.”
  12. “Here’s a newspaper filled with all the love I can’t feel.”
  13. “You know, people may like you more if you didn’t smell like a dead body.”
  14. “Aww, sweetie. Where are your parents?”
    “I’m older than you.” 
  15. “Don’t yell at me like I’m a child.”
    “Don’t throw the scissors!”
  16. “Here, take my jacket/blanket.”
    “I told you, I’m not cold.” *shivers*
  17. “Why are you still awake?”
  18. “Come over here and make me.” 
  19. “The salad here is really nice.” 
    “Do I look like a fucking rabbit?”
  20. “Please don’t leave me.”
    “I don’t want to.”
  21. “You can’t ride a bike?” 
    “Why are you whispering?”
  22. “We’re going downtown.”
    “There’s a strip club downtown.” 
  23. “You broke what?!” 
    “Don’t worry, I’m okay.”
  24. “Come Inside. I’m sorry.”
    “Not until an apology.”
    “I just said i’m freaking sorry.” 
  25. “Are you jealous?”
    “You are changing your outfit right now.”
  26. “Why did I marry you?” 
    “It took a whole lot of convincing.”
  27. “Luck? Nope. Skills.”
    “If it’s skills then do it again.”
  28. “You said forever!”
  29. “Seven fucking years and that’s all you have to say?” 
  30. “I love you, but I have to go.” 
  31. “I hate you so much.” 
  32. “You were and still are my everything.”
  33. “I can’t love you the way you want.” 
  34. “Hey jerk.”
    “…”
    “I mean… Babe?”
  35. “Admit it. That was the best kiss of your life.”
    “You always have to be the best at everything, don’t you?”
  36. “S/he just tripped and won’t stop laughing.”
  37. “Nice dancing you did there, how about you dance your way to my bedroom?” 
  38. “No, no. It’s okay. I’ll be your bridge. You can walk all over me.”
  39. “I’ve looked after coma patients more interesting than you.” 
  40. “Would you mind not setting my stuff on fire every time you get mad?”
  41. “This really didn’t go as planned.”
    “Is it the fact that everything is on fire that made you come to this conclusion?”
  42. “I can’t believe that worked.”
    “It was part of your plan.”
    “I know! My plans never work!”
  43. “You need to go! I’ll distract them!”
    “Do you think you can outrun them?”
    “If by outrun them you mean not getting caught… Probably not.” 
  44. “If you asked me to stay, I would’ve.”
  45. “You’re too good for this world.”
  46. “I can hardly stand myself.” 
  47. “Don’t come near me or I swear I’ll kill you.” 
  48. “Don’t you dare look him in the eye.” 
  49. “You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.”
  50. “I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.” 
  51. “Who did this to you?”
  52. “If you kill them, you better kill me too. Because if you don’t, I will kill you.”
  53. “Don’t underestimate what a person can do to protect those they care about.”
  54. “Do you ever follow directions?”
  55. “What happened?”
    “I got hit by a taxi. And it hurt.” 
  56. “She’s cute. But I’m pretty sure she can’t count to ten.”
  57. “I can fit a whole row of crackers in my mouth. Want to see?”
  58. “You said that if I went to bed early I’d feel better. You’re a fucking liar.” 
  59. “You’re late.” 
    “I’m glad you noticed.”
  60. “You made me cookies?”
  61. “You stole what?”
  62. “You aren’t pathetic.”
  63. “you looked at me different.”
  64. “I am not pregnant!”
  65. “You ever seen something as cool as this?”
  66. “I thought you were dead!”
  67. “I know you love me and all, but could you stop threatening the doctor?”
  68. “How. The fuck. Are you- so motherfucking tall?”
  69. “You? You know how to shoot a gun?”
  70. “You threw a tampon at him?”
  71. “You just kissed me.”
  72. “Hold up-just-just stop. just-what are you exactly doing? It’s two AM!”
  73. “I’m tired of being your secret.”
  74. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission.” 
  75. “You don’t need to protect me.”
  76. “Sorry I ruined your life. Maybe you shouldn’t have married me.”
  77. “If I would’ve known he was going to die, do you think I would’ve done it?”
  78. “I know you love me, but I’m tired of lying when I say it back.”
  79. “When I look at you, I see my world. And that scares the living crap out of me.”
  80. “Tell me what they did to you, please.”
  81. “I’ll go home. But it isn’t home when you’re not there.”
  82. “I’m pathetic because I go to you for everything but you’d pick someone over me any day.”
  83. “I wish I could hate you.”
  84. “I’ll let you down. I’ll always let you down. I’m not enough to keep you satisfied.”
  85. “I’m trying! Can’t you see? Isn’t that enough for you?”
  86. “I’m useless to you now.”
    “You’re a person. Not a toaster. You don’t have to have a use.”
  87. “i’m useless to you now.”
    “Oh please. You were always bloody useless. I love you anyways.”
  88. “I saw you roll skating, and I thought ‘that person is really cool’ and then you fell crashed and Jesus, are you okay?”
  89. “You had this big ass ice cream and you were so exited you dropped it and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sadder person. Just please let me buy you a new one.”
  90. “We keep awkwardly running into each other and people have to ship us and I kind of like you. Hahaha, oh god, I need to stop blushing.”
  91. “This was a terrible idea.”
    “What are you talking about? There’s free nacho’s!”
  92. “Don’t do the thing!”
    “…”
    “You already did the thing, didn’t you?”
  93. “Paint me like one of your French girls.”
    “… I paint fruit.”
  94. “Let’s pretend that didn’t happen.”
    “Agreed.”
  95. “Did you seriously run face first into a light pole because you saw a pretty girl?”
    “I’m gay.”
  96. “How dare you talk to me, peasant. I am your queen.”
    “You are wearing a blanket over your shoulders.”
    “Silence! Now, fetch me some substances.”
    “Pizza bites or mini quiche?”
    “Pizza bites, obviously.”
  97. “Quit your whining! I bet it’s barely even a scratch.”
  98. “That-that’s your blood?! Why the hell didn’t you say anything?”
  99. “This is going to hurt but you have to stay quiet, okay?””
  100. “Don’t pass out, we’re almost there.”
  101. “That’s it. If you throw up one more time, we’re going to the hospital.”
  102. “You didn’t feel that? This is bad, you should’ve felt that.”
  103. “I’m scared to move you. Just wait here and I swear I’ll come back with help.”
  104. “That’s a lot nastier than it seemed at first glance.”
  105. “Please don’t die. Don’t die in my lap, I’m begging you.”
  106. “Stop being overdramatic-OH!”
  107. “Just how I want to spend the night. Removing glass from my best friends head and strapping it up.”
  108. “She has internal damage. Sh’s couching up blood.”
  109. “Would it be cliché if we matched clothes a little?”
  110. “Could you hold my hand?”
  111. “Shh, shh. I’m here now. Now give me your hands, we need to clean the blood off. Don’t cry. -I don’t blame you. Don’t worry, Ill always be there for you.”
  112. “If you want to leave then-”
    “I don’t want to leave! I want you, you idiot.”
  113. “Are you a thief? Because you stole my heart.”
    “I swear to god, if I didn’t love you.”
  114. “Oh my god! Go to sleep! It’s three AM!”
    “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”
  115. “There’s a surprise waiting for you back home.”
  116. “The first time I met her, she was hiding behind the sofa.”
  117. “But this is our thing. Eating cereal and bitching about people.”
  118. “Just don’t let go.”
  119. “Come on, just one date.”
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I really like (character) and she asked me first.” 
  120. “Gosh! Why are you so cold! get off me, you icicle!”
  121. “Are you…. crying? You? Miss/mister ‘I don’t cry, I’m tough as hell”?”
    “Oh shut up, we all have our weaknesses.”
  122. “You did all this for me?” 
    “No, I did this for Jeffery from across the street. Yes I did all of this for you!”
  123. “Okay, so don’t freak out, but I got flour everywhere.” 
  124. “Well, this is a nice change of scenery.”
    “Y/n, we’re in a prison cell.”
    “I was being sarcastic.”
  125. “I thought you said you knew where we were going.”
    “Yeah, I lied.”
  126. “Shit, you’re freezing. Let’s get you warmed up, alright?”
  127. “Shut up.”
    “I didn’t say anything.”
    “I don’t care. Shut up.”
  128. “Where are we going?”
    “I have no idea. You coming?”
  129. “Did you just try to banish me?”
  130. “I swear to you, this is how I found him.”
  131. “No thanks. I don’t want to get arrested for the second time today.”
  132. “You handled that real professional.”
    “I know right? I’m so proud of myself.”
  133. “That was the worst night ever.”
    “Same time next week?”
    “Of course.”
  134. “I got to admit, you’re really sexy with that gun. Terrifying, but sexy.”
  135. “Just-just go away.”
    “I would! If we weren’t handcuffed together.! Oh, and whose fault was that again? Yours!”
  136. “And I thought we were going to have a last kiss.”
  137. “I don’t want you to leave.”
    “I don’t want to stay.”
  138. “When did you stop?”
    “Stop with what, darling?”
    “Loving me.”
  139. “Please don’t say you love me because I might not say it back.”
  140. “I wasn’t there for you when you needed me, and I’m sorry.”
    “No you’re not. You don’t care about anyone apart from yourself.”
  141. “Don’t hurt me, please.”
  142. “I love you so much. If anything happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do.”
  143. “You only like me for my body!”
  144. “You wanted to talk? Well, here I am!”
  145. “I tried. I tried so hard, why couldn’t you?”
  146. “I bled for you. From every pore of my body, I bled. What more do you want?”
  147. “Nobody can tell me what to do.”
    “Well, actually they can.”
    “Doesn’t mean I’ll listen to them.”
  148. “Knock knock, I’m here. What’s for dinner fucker?”
  149. “You’ve bitten off more than you can chew.”
    “I can chew a lot.”
  150. “You have blood on your hands!”
    “Oh really? Wow! Thank you so much for pointing that out! Really helpful to our current situation. Seriously, thank you so much for brining this to my attention!  I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
  151. “I love your perfume. What scent is that? The scent of death?”
  152. “I always carry a knife in my purse in case we’re eating cake.”
  153. “You guys got a plan, though. Right?”
    “Yeah. Run.”
  154. “Maybe he’s afraid of me because I know how to use a knife.”
    “Well, I mean that’s why I’m afraid of you, so…”
  155. “Is violence always your answer?”
  156. “Remember how I said I already took care of that? Well, I lied and need your help right now.”
  157. “Please, help me. Just this one time.”
  158. “Did you break that glass on purpose?”
    “It offended me.”
  159. “I can explain!”
    “Alright then. Tell me.”
    “… I lied, there’s literally no explanation for this.”
  160. “Fight like hell.”
  161. “Do you realize how let it is?”
  162. “Can you please come and get me?”
  163. “Is there a reason why you’re naked in my bed?”
  164. “This is the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in!”
  165. “If we die, I am going to kill you.”
  166. “I love her.”
    “Her? As in a woman?”
    “No, as in a robot. Of course as in a woman you ding-bat!”
  167. “Are you drunk?”
    “No, you’re just blurry.”
  168. “I think we should run away now.”
    “Funny, I was just about to say that.”
  169. “I will not let you make me feel small. Back off.”
  170. “You’re great at dancing.”
    “I’m great at everything.”
  171. “You didn’t do the dishes, so I’m not doing you.”
  172. “Don’t give me that look.”
  173. “The way you flirt is just shameful.”
  174. “I love you, you asshole.”
  175. “What the hell kind of noise was that?”
    “I sneezed.”
    “That was not a sneeze.”
  176. “How is she?”
    “She’s fine. She has some ice cream. I wish I had ice cream.”
  177. “This is an apology pizza.Please take it or I’ll start crying right now.”
  178. “You’re stronger than you look.”
  179. “If you push me on the swings, I’ll buy you dinner. Don’t push to high, though. I don’t like heights.”
  180. “Wait, you’re gay?”
    “What gave it away? Constant flirting?”
  181. “You came back.”
  182. “Mom? I need help… I’ve made a mistake.”
  183. “So, this is haw it’s going to end. You’re staying with them?”
    “I have to.”
    “You don’t have to betray me. You don’t have to do anything.”
  184. “I’m trying to be less bitter, but your happiness isn’t rubbing off on me.”
  185. “Take of your shirt.”
  186. “You’re sweet.”
  187. “I’ve never felt this sensation before.”
    “Hugging?”
    “Being loved.”
  188. “Do you not realize how much I care about you?”
  189. “I know I’m allergic to peanuts, but I could’t day no when you walked into the office with freshly baked cookies and that damned smile on your face.”
  190. “I like it when you smile.”
  191. “This isn’t what I had in mind, but it’s better.”
  192. “Nothing is wrong. I just really like the smell of your lotion.”
  193. “You’re never this quiet. What’s wrong?”
  194. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?”
  195. “You make a good pillow.”
  196. “I had a nightmare about you and I wanted to make sure you’re alright.”
  197. “I hate you. I hate you so much for making me love you. Why did you make me love you if you never intended on loving me back?”
  198. “When you think of me, if you think of me, remember how much I loved you.”
  199. “I almost lost you.”
  200. “Please, just please make the pain stop.”
  201. “Stop telling me you’re okay.”
  202. “I don’t even know who I am without you.”
  203. “You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”
  204. “You know, it hurt when I realized you weren’t in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.”
  205. “You left without saying goodbye. I hate you for that.”
  206. “Don’t you dare die on me!”
  207. “What I wanted? I wanted you to fight for me. I wanted you to say that there’s no one else you could ever be with, and that you’d rather be alone than without me.”
  208. “You’re beautiful/handsome, and I’m not the only one who can see that.”
  209. “Twins?… We’re having twins?”
  210. “You are so tiny compared to me.”
  211. “Bring your pretty little butt over here.”
  212. “I want you body. I want your mouth. I want your laugh and your funny faces. I want your friendship and your inspirational thoughts. And I want you to come with me when I go.”
  213. “There’s a leaf in your hair.”
  214. “May I have this dance.”
  215. “This bath is too damn hot.”
    “This is why we can’t do cute stuff. You complain to much.”
  216. “One day you’ll learn.”
    “Learn what?”
    “That someone like me doesn’t get a happy ending. Those are reserved for people like you.”
  217. “That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.”
  218. “If you don’t rest, you wont heal.”
  219. “ Why don’t they just kiss already?”
  220. “Is that a challenge?”
  221. “Here, let me see.”
  222. “How could anyone love me?” 
    “Don’t look at me. I married you for your cooking.”
  223. “So… Err, I noticed you’re kind of naked. Is that intentional, or…”
  224. “You forgot me.”
    “It was an accident.”
  225. “Drag your chair here, I can’t translate dead languages.”
  226. “Open this.”
    “Can you say please?”
  227. “Don’t say you love me unless you mean, it because I might so something crazy like believe it.”
  228. “Don’t you ever do that again.”
  229. “I was wrong. I thought I wanted him to look twice at me… Bit I don’t need him to look twice at me when you never stopped looking.”
  230. “I’m fine.”
    “You don’t look fine.”
    “Then stop looking.”
  231. “Things didn’t have to end like this.”
    “But we always knew they would, didn’t we?”
  232. “She’s dead! And it is your fault!”
  233. “Are you going to lecture me about how wonderful life is?”
  234. “They’d be better off without me.”
    “Do you really believe that?”
  235. “It’s okay to cry.”
  236. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”
  237. “The axe is a bit unsetting, but honestly, you look great.” 
  238. “You asked me if I had any ideas. Not if I had any good ideas.”
  239. “Remove your hand or I’ll rip your arm off and beat you to death with it.”
  240. “So, I just realized… I’ve been shot.”
  241. “Delete it. Now.”
  242. “Could you guys do me a favor?”
    “Anything.”
    “Could at least one of you look like you are ever going to see me again?”
  243. “Don’t make me smack you in front of these people.”
  244. “I’m not a bitch. Okay, I’m lying, obviously.”
  245. “Can you get the gun out of my face, please?”
  246. “I don’t scare easily, you evil bitch.”
  247. “She’s been in there for hours and I haven’t heard a sound since.”
    “That’s because she left through the window.”
  248. “Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” 
    “Not until four.”
  249. “Your existence gives me a headache. Go stand over there.”
  250. “We have five people trying to kill us right now, what are we supposed to do?”
    “Actually, it’s more like eight.”
    “Oh, sorry I wasn’t specific enough!”
  251. “You passed out for like an hour.”
  252. “This is my ‘I don’t care’ face.”
  253. A: “When I’m not here, do you braid each others hair and debate who the coolest Jonas brother is?”
    *B and C glance at each other*
    B: “No… But it’s totally Nick.”
    C: “Definitively Nick. But Kevin is the talented one.”
    B: “Yes, but Nick is the cute one.”
    C: “What about Joe?”
  254. “Do you know how to braid hair?”
  255. “Babe, I’m sorry.”
    “Suck my ass.”
  256. “What’s your favorite lipstick?”
    *Rambles about lipstick*”What’s yours?”
    “The one you’ll be adding to my lips.”
  257. “You could at least pretend to be interested in what I have to say.”
  258. “I always blame others for my mistakes. Just kidding, I don’t make mistakes.”
  259. “I may not be perfect, but at least I’m not you.”
  260. “Go to your room!”
    “First off, we share a room. Secondly, I am the older one. Bitch.”
  261. “I promised I’d safe you.”
    “I promised I’d kill you if you did.”
  262. “You did what?!”
  263. “I thought you were going to steal a boat?”
    “What do you mean, This is a boat.” 
    “No, no. This isn’t a boat, this is a motherfucking yacht!”
  264. “I wont die for you. I’d kill for you.”
  265. ^^^add your own! ;)


These are a lot! I hope you find one or maybe a few you’d like to request! 

Fast Firsts and Sloppy Seconds  (a Manorian/Rowaelin AU)

NOTE: This is a piece very near and dear to my heart!! Welcome to my very first TOG fic, and second fic overall! This is kind of a celebration of hitting 100 followers, and kind of a celebration of ACOWAR, but first and foremost, this is a gift for my girl @highlady-casandra. You’re pretty cool, I guess and I love you so so much but you already knew that <3 but also I really hope you’re sleeping right now or we’ll have to fight  Second, it goes to to my fellow Revolutionaries,  @miladyaelin  @snaps7@jxmessjrjuspottcr @throneofstars @fictionalcharactersaremyreality, y’all are the true heroes ;) Third, for @propshophannah, my favorite SJM blog and one of my favorite writers for this fandom, who is a hero in her own right for a million reasons. Thanks for existing. Last but not least, this one’s this is for all of you guys reading it!! I hope you enjoy, and I hope I didn’t butcher them too bad! ( @meabhd You’re a queen and amazing artist and I hope I didn’t butcher your accent/country too much :/ ) Without further ado, here we go!


Dorian and Aelin burst into the small lively Irish pub. Well, “burst” was kind of a strong word, considering how bogged down they were by their huge backpacks. The two friends had decided to travel across Europe after their college graduation. It was supposed to be a group of them, but they’d lost Lys and Aedion back in Italy. Chaol was supposed to meet them in Dublin – but that was if they ever made it there. The huge storm had come out of nowhere, and their flight had been redirected. Aelin had insisted they try to catch a ferry to continue on to Dublin – but when the huge waves had almost flipped over the boat, she conceded, and they were dropped off on the beach in some other part of Ireland. Trudging up the long hill, they finally came to the bustling pub – the only awake part of the small sea town. Gasping for breath and dripping wet, they glanced around for an empty table in the crowded bar, and spotted a couple getting up in the corner. They quickly grabbed the table before anyone else had a chance, pulling the massive weights off of their backs and flopping into the hard wooden chairs.

They could feel the heat of the packed pub seeping into their bodies. Groups of people danced around, producing more and more warmth as they jumped and whirled to the tune of the lively reel. The band in the corner looked like they’d been playing for a while, empty beer bottles scattered around their feet as they played.

They took a few minutes to settle down – wringing the water out of their soaked shirts. Aelin was running a hand through her long blonde hair, trying to untangle the wet tresses, when Dorian shook his head at her like a dog, spraying water everywhere. It was at this moment that the waitress walked over, a hand on her hip and a smirk on her face as she watched Aelin smack him repeatedly.

She stopped quickly when she noticed the gorgeous girl. A tray was balanced against her hip, and she had a long, messy white braid over one shoulder, along with a wicked grin on her bright red lips. “Name’s Manon,” she drawled, her Irish accent washing over them. “What can I get you lot?”

Dorian cleared his throat, quickly running a hand through his hair in an effort to look presentable. He began to stumble over his words as his eyes ran over her lithe, muscular body. “I – uh – we – do you have any, um, menus?”

She snorted, raising an eyebrow at the boy. No – man. He was in his early twenties at least. Her eyes quickly flashed to his flexing muscles as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. He was broad, tall, and all around gorgeous. His bright blue eyes avoided hers as she watched him squirm under her golden gaze. “Aye, o’ course lad, would you like some gold rimmed plates, too? What d’you think this is? A palace, princeling?” She rolled her eyes, scowling at the gorgeous man. Why was it always the pretty ones that were like this?

“I’ll take a Guiness –”Aelin’s cool voice cut in, as Dorian struggled to regain his composure. “And some food. We’re both starving.”

“Aye, and soaked through the bone,” Manon mumbled, glancing at their wet clothes. She let out a deep sigh as she crossed her impossibly long legs. “I’ll see what the boys can dig up – kitchen’s supposed to close any minute now.”

The full weight of her golden gaze turned back to Dorian, a smirk on her face as she watched him startle under the attention. “Anything else I can get you, princeling?”

He cleared his throat and narrowed his stormy blue eyes as he forced a smirk on his face. “A double shot of whiskey, please.” He winked at her then, feeling the bravery re-enter his voice. “Need something to help warm me up.”

“Aye,” she smirked, “and some of that Irish courage will do you good, as well.”

With that, she turned, making her way back to the bar. He couldn’t help but stare at her enticing hips as they moved from side to side. Just like she’d wanted him to.

He was cute, this American boy. Kind of ridiculous, but cute.

Soon enough she was back with their drinks, shot Dorian some heated looks, and was off again. He wasn’t usually a one night stand kind of guy, in most situations. But for her? For her he’d make an exception. Miles of long legs were barely covered by a pair of ripped jean shorts. She had on a loose red t-shirt, further accenting her bright red lips. Yet, even in the simple outfit, she looked like a queen. His queen.

Aelin rolled her eyes watching Dorian eye-fuck the white-haired beauty. Aelin thought she was kind of a bitch, but Dorian never listened to her opinions on his conquests. He was usually more of a relationship guy, but she could tell that this time he just didn’t care. And she wasn’t drunk enough to put up with his shenanigans.

With a heavy sigh, she stood up from her seat to get another drink. Dorian barely paid her any attention as his eyes followed the waitress, watching her float from table to table, laughing heartily as she flirted with everyone, lighting up the room with her smile.


Aelin stepped up to the bar, the barkeep nowhere to be found. She eyed the empty seat in the corner and decided to take it right as she noticed someone else about to make a move. It’s not like Dorian was much better company. She ran a hand through her long blonde hair, still wet from the rain. She’d opted to keep her soaked sweatshirt on, wearing nothing but a small tank top underneath. But between the grossly wet fabric against her skin and the heat of the pub, she was leaning closer and closer to taking the damn thing off. Finally, she gave in, ripping off the soaking wet hoodie. And of course, this was the moment the barkeep chose to arrive.

Rowan Blackthorn couldn’t help but watch, shell-shocked, as the blonde beauty pulled the dark sweatshirt off of her curvy torso. As if the barely-there lace tank top wasn’t bad enough, it slowly slipped up her body as she struggled with the sweatshirt. And there, in that moment, he knew he was absolutely fucked. He cleared his throat as he stepped up across from her, averting his eyes.

“What can I get you, lass?” His voice was a soft sensual rumble, but she couldn’t really properly enjoy it in her struggle.

“Right now,” she grunted, “a hand would be nice.” He winced at the fact that he was completely and totally about to begin his descent into hell, and reached over to pull the girl’s sweatshirt off.

She was suddenly greeted by six feet and four inches of pure muscle. She wasn’t exactly short, but the bartender towered over her. His short white hair was cut close to his head. Gaelic tattoos trailed down half of his face and one of his arms,clearly showing off his heritage. His bright green eyes caught her gaze, and she found herself unable to look away. “Um, thanks,” she mumbled, reaching to grab the sweatshirt that he was holding out to her.

They stood there then, just like that, watching each other. He took in her wet blonde hair that fell just to her shoulders, and her tight light pink tank top. At least it wasn’t see-through. Then he would have definitely lost it.

“Y’know,” she teased, trying to lighten the mood, “normally I don’t let guys undress me until after I’ve learned their name.”

He snorted at that. “Is that all it takes with you, then?” Shit. He couldn’t stop himself. The words were already out, but he’d immediately regretted them. Well, that was that, he supposed.

She narrowed her eyes at the man. As pretty as he might be, she wouldn’t put up with any bullshit he was presenting her with. “Give me another Guiness,” she snapped. He raised an eyebrow before turning around to grab it without another word. He pulled the cap of the beer straight off with his hands, the asshole. The muscles in his arms tensed and relieved as he accomplished it, and Aelin just about died.

It was in this moment that Manon sauntered over, two plates in hand. “Are you goin’ back t’yer boyfriend there, or are you stayin’ over here?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” she scowled, reaching out a hand for one of the two plates. “On a good day he’s my friend. Right now though, he’s my pain in the ass. So yeah, I’ll eat over here.” Manon smirked as Aelin finally accepted the Guiness Rowan had been holding out.

She walked away, an extra bounce in her step as she once again made her way to Dorian. Aelin rolled her eyes at the predatory smirk that was growing on her friend’s face. It looked like he’d found his footing fast enough. She turned back to her beer, and the asshole of a bartender.

He’d begun to clean a glass, obviously trying to look anywhere but at her. She scoffed, rolling her eyes, and turning her attention to her meal.

Rowan was a fucking idiot. Yeah, Rowan. Great idea. Get the gorgeous girl to like you by insulting her. That always works. Then again, he was sort of out of practice. And more than that, she was only here for, what, a day? Two maximum? He was willing to bet the storm had rolled her in, and she’d be leaving as soon as it was over. Slowly shaking his head, he sighed. Rowan didn’t have time for more attachments to beautiful women who were just going to leave. So maybe being an asshole was a good idea.

Except then he heard the moan slip out of her mouth. And every logical thought left his head as his entire body stiffened at the sound.

“God,” she sighed, “who the hell is your cook, and can I marry him?”

Rowan cleared his throat, straining to talk as her husky voice just played over and over in his head.

Shit.

He was in such deep, unending shit.

“We have two cooks,” he grumbled, trying to prevent his voice from cracking as he watched her lick her fingers, unable to look away.

His words ran away from him as he watched her dip her soda bread in the Irish Stew and take a large bite, letting out another long, low moan. “Please tell me whichever one made this stew is single.”

A low growl built in his throat, the sight much too sensual to bear. That moan. However good that stew was, it couldn’t taste nearly as delicious as he was sure she did. What he wouldn’t give to have her thighs around his head, how she would moan then –

He grit his teeth, shook his head, and forced himself to look away, discretely adjusting his pants as he once again tried and failed to regain his composure. At the sound of bickering voices coming up behind him, Rowan let out a small sigh of relief. Saved by the devils.

“Fenrys, Connal!” He called behind him, welcoming the distraction. And then he remembered what she was wearing. And that he’d been an asshole. And that she had wanted to marry one of the two idiots. And suddenly regretted everything. “You have an admirer,” he ground out. He hesitated, cautiously glancing at Aelin once again as she slowly enjoyed the bread, her eyes closed and a soft smile on her face. He began to smile as well, and then stopped, scowling instead. Remember. Lyria. With that thought in his head, he stormed down the walkway behind bar to go pour some other drinks.


Aelin opened her eyes at the sound of the barkeep stomping away. Her eyes were quickly drawn to the tightness of his pants against what she assumed was his equally tight ass. Dear god. She quickly looked away, chastising herself. She shouldn’t pine after what she knew she couldn’t have.  She didn’t even know his name.

It was then that she found the twins stepping up to her behind the bar. Both were well-built, with gorgeous dark eyes, and deep tans to their skin. They seemed older than the barkeep. The one on the left was easily the most beautiful man she’d seen in her life. He had long golden hair and a mischievous grin on his lips, easily accompanying his onyx eyes that held her favorite kind of sinful promises. The other was just as beautiful, though with long dark hair, and thoughtful dark eyes. He seemed calmer – more melancholy in a way. The dark to the other’s light. Though for some reason, neither could compare to the bartending buzzard.

She took a sip of her beer and grinned at the twins who were eyeing her just the same. The blond was unashamedly appreciating her figure under the tank top, offering her a wolfish grin, hinting that cooking wasn’t the only thing he was good at doing with his hands. Meanwhile the dark-haired twin simply stepped back, leaning against the bar and rolling his eyes at his brother’s behavior.

“Name’s Fenrys,” the blond purred, holding out a large hand for her to shake. She took it slowly, feeling the calluses in his palm as her eyes met the heat in his.

“Aelin.” She smiled coolly, dropping his hand and returning to the stew, feigning aloofness. She could eat politely when she wanted to. And now that the beautiful barkeep wasn’t around, she had no reason not to. She almost laughed thinking back to his attempts at discretely readjusting his pants. As though his lust for her wasn’t entirely obvious. I hope you hate every minute of it, she thought, glaring at his gorgeous broad back.

“So,” Fenrys drawled, dragging her attention back to him. “Is our dear cousin Rowan treating you well? Irish hospitality and all that?”

Rowan. Gorgeous name for a gorgeous man. Her eyes followed him as he poured out shots for a group of boys who looked just barely legal. Then she dragged them back to Fenrys, and lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug, her face entirely blank. “Well enough, I suppose.” She took another small bite of the stew, even though all she really wanted was to devour it.

“You know,” Fenrys murmured, his fingers lightly playing with the tips of hers, “I could certainly treat you very well, if you’d let me.”

She drew her hand away from his and placed it under her chin, raising a single eyebrow at his forwardness.

“Since I’m not a dog, I doubt you’ll be surprised to hear I don’t respond well to treats. Though since I’m not entirely certain you’re not a dog, unless you’d like me to rip off your balls so you can play fetch, I suggest you leave me alone.”

Connall barked out a laugh as Fenrys staggered back, an incredulous look on his face. A surprised laugh escaped his lips as he stepped away, reaching for the whiskey and mumbling to himself about crazy American women.

It was at this moment that Rowan walked back over, an aggravated look on his face. He should’ve been relieved that she’d probably already agreed to sleep with Fenrys, but for whatever reason, all he felt was a quiet stifling rage. His shoulder rammed into his cousin’s as he passed by him, stepping up next to Connall.

“Congratulations,” Connall grinned at her, “it’s not often a lass sends my brother off with his tail between his legs.” The two chuckled at the joke between them, Aelin finally smiling again as Rowan stood there, confused.

“What happened to your betrothed?” He bit out, defensive, not allowing himself to hope for what was too good to be true.

Aeliln’s smile turned sensual as her eyes once again roamed over his muscular frame. The heat in them almost burned him as they finally met his once again. “Turns out he wasn’t my type. Too easy.” A smirk spread on her lips as Rowan flinched. Connall chuckled again and began to walk away, clapping Rowan on the shoulder. “This one’s all yours, cousin. Good luck.” He winked at him and continued into the kitchen, finally ready to clean up for the night.

She took a few more bites of her stew, and Rowan went back to methodically cleaning his bar.

He wished he could say he’d forgotten she was there. But he hadn’t. Even with his back turned to her, he could feel her behind him, burning him with her gaze, and then it was almost as if her moans were ringing in his ears again. With a low groan, he wiped down the bar harder, angrily scrubbing.

A mischievous grin stretched across her lips, entirely aware of the affect she had on him. He’s going to sleep with me tonight, and he’s going to like it. And then we’ll see who’s the easy one. She ignored the small voice in her head that pointed out the fact that she would no doubt more than like it as well.

“So, Rowan,” she purred, placing both elbows on the bar and leaning her chin on her intertwined fingers, “tell me about yourself.”

Part 2

Let Me Hold You

Title: Let Me Hold You

Request: Could you do a highschool au with Josh where you can’t sleep so you call him and he comes over and helps you fall asleep and they do it almost every night after that then they admit their feelings and fluffy smut? If you’re ok with it?

Characters: Josh Dun x Reader, Tyler Joseph, Jenna Black

Warnings: None

A/N: I don’t write smut, sorry. Also, I added a bit of Tyler x Jenna at the end because they are so cute together and I couldn’t help myself. 

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Blackwatch Genji x Mercy NSFW

A little side-note… feel free to scroll past all this if you want. This is my first publication on this blog, I am very shy about my work but figured I should give it a try. This story is just a small excerpt, if people like it maybe I’ll look into writing longer stories. I really hope whoever is reading this gets some kind of joy out of it… my blog is quite new but a follow or share would REALLY help. Thank you so much.

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Backstory:(Time-Period: Uprising in King’s Row) A few days ago Genji had pleasured Mercy in secret in the locker room after a training session with Tracer, this was a random act and Mercy had no idea Genji had such feelings for her. 

It had been two days since the incident with Genji in the locker room… It plagued Angela’s thoughts every waking- and sleeping moment. She could hardly focus at work, and while adrift in sleep she could only think of those glowing red eyes and expertly skilled fingers. She had admittedly tried to touch herself in the privacy of her own room several times, but they could never satisfy her or bring her to the climax like Genji could. Her inner devil begged her to go back and satisfy her wild fantasies.

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Ronaldo’s Development

While the fandom is ranting, crying, and going crazy right now, I’ll like to point out Ronaldo’s character development throughout the series so far in Steven Universe. While a lot would argue he has no development, and he’s irredeemable, I recommend watching his episodes again more carefully. To understand Ronaldo’s development, you have to understand his character arc in general. He’s an blogger in search for the Truth. Steven, even pointed it out, he’s one of the few humans that actually takes interest in the weird stuff that goes on in Beach City. You would think dried up oceans, a giant hand in the sky, and global earthquakes would make lasting impressions on these residents, but in shown in Rising Tides/Crashing Skies, they could care less. Only Ronaldo seems to be interested. 

The origin of Ronaldo (including Lars’s) character arc is in Horror Club. While most fans only remember Ronaldo throwing Lars in the giant mouth, the flashback the lighthouse gem shows us where it all began. Their childhood fight drew the lines where their character arc stories will begin in the SU timeline. Lars concerned with his reputation and hurt by his former friend not seemingly caring about his feelings, went the Jerk route, trying to fit in the cool kids, hiding his true self, and being flaky and a jerk to those who try to get too close to the real him (Sadie and Steven). Ronaldo seeing this as the ultimate betrayal went the other jerk route (jerknaldo route lol); isolating himself from others, went full conspiracy mode, never taking advice or another person’s point of view, and became arrogant and pretentious even if he doesn’t see it. 

Fast forward to Keep Beach City Weird, his debut episode, he  starts out with coming to the wrong conclusions at first. Steven provides him with actual evidence, when “his truth” was shattered, it broke his spirit and became depressed. Steven thought regressing back to his old theory would cheer him up but as we all remember (Ronaldo knocking out Snerson Steven and taking him to the lighthouse) that didn’t go so well. But when presented with more evidence, Ronaldo’s theories was turned into the right direction. He guessed correctly, that all the weird stuff going on and will happen in the future will be from Polymorphic sentient rocks, hollowing out the earth, diamond authority, etc. 

Fast forward to Rising Tides/ Crashing Skies, Ronaldo is heading towards the right direction, but still makes errors in his theory of understanding the crystal gems, the lore, and so forth. But before we dive into that, this episode deserves some justice. It was a useless filler recap as most would remember it, but it gave us insight on how the beach residents feel towards the CGs, and post invasion arc. I still find it really jarring that the residents are so indifferent and un-phased with the whole ordeal. You would think evacuating your home, literally seeing a giant hand in the sky would effect some of the towns folk other than Ronaldo, but none. They all go back to their daily routine which is really interesting. Makes you wonder if Mayor Dewey is really covering up something lol. The hand invasion effected Ronaldo, it made him question if the CGs are friend and foe. After his investigation, he tried to get them to leave, but ended up backfiring on himself, as Peedee mentioned he will have nothing to blog about if they leave. So he begged them to stay but they were never going to leave. RT/CS developed Ronaldo’s acknowledgement of the CGs and their role in fighting invaders and “rock people (uncorrupted gems). But this development didn’t end there. 

Now here comes the latest Ronaldo episode, Rocknaldo. From trolling on CN’s part, and Ronaldo over doing it again, the fandom is ranting as usual. Rocknaldo held what may be the last part of his character arc in understanding the CGs, Steven educated Ronaldo that the CGs and the rock people (corrupted gems) they fight are one and the same. Ronaldo quickly apologizes and sees it as an opportunity to join the CGs. He even gets his own gemsona Bloodstone lmfaoo. But as usual sticking to his character, he over does it, pushes Steven’s buttons, and fails to understand the CGs in the middle part of the episode. Moral of the story, humans need sleep. Don’t stay awake for 48 hours, you might become a Jerknaldo lol. The last 2 minutes plus his Ronalphlet/Blog post sealed his character development. He spent the last 3 weeks reflecting on his behavior and apologized to Steven for being a Jerknaldo. He realized to be a proper friend/ally to Steven and the CGs, he has to listen to them and not make it about himself. He remade his Ronalphlet to give more info about the CGs and how the beach city residents can help, which is very important enough and most likely play a role later. 

Overall Ronaldo’s development led to this point so far in the story. His character arc is hard to follow if you only watch his episodes once, don’t read his blog posts, or you just despise his character to a point you don’t care whatever comes out of his mouth. He finally is in the know how of the CGs ( not the same level as Connie and Greg unfortunately) but enough to inform the other side characters and beach city residents which should play a role when Homeworld invades the Earth again. 

Bonus to his character is that even his wrong theories somehow ended up right (The Zoo, Diamond authority, etc.). Only a matter of time for Sneeple to become canon lol. 

Just Let Him Have This

Warnings: None I think?
Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan, Sister Winchester Reader
Summary: You find it difficult to trust Adam as he becomes part of the family
Reader’s Age: Any
Word Count: 989

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: This took FOREVER but I’m glad I got something out! Enjoy!

Finding out that your dad had another kid was hard enough, but actually meeting the guy was harder. His name was Adam. He had contacted you and your brothers by calling your dad’s old phone. After finding out he was telling the truth- that he was indeed John’s son- Sam was more willing to accept him into the family. You and Dean were a little more weary.

You and your, now three, brothers got a motel.

“They don’t have any rooms with at least three beds so we get two separate rooms,” Dean informed everyone as he approached the Impala.

“So, who bunks up with who?” you asked, crossing your arms over you chest as your eyes darted to Adam.

“Y/N, why don’t you and Adam take a room?” Sam suggested.

You were about to protest until Adam spoke up, “I’m cool with that.” You hesitantly decided not to argue and grabbed your stuff with a groan, heading into the motel room.

“Which bed do you want?” you directed at Adam as you dropped your bag by the door.

He shrugged, “Doesn’t matter.”

Rolling your eyes and with a sigh, you set your bag onto the bed closest to the door. “Fine. I get this one.” You figured if he tried to leave in the middle of the night he’d have to walk pass you.

Adam softly nodded and went to his bed. You laid down on yours and got out your phone to text Sam.

You: Thanks for that…

Sam: You need to get to know him.

You: So you decided the best way to do that was to make us share a room?

Sam: I’m sorry Y/N, but you can’t hate the guy if you don’t know him.

You: Why were you so fast at liking him anyway?

Sam: I guess my instinct isn’t to hate people when I first meet them.

You: I’m just being cautious.

Sam: I know, I’m sorry. Just try to talk to him, please?

You: Fine.

You set your phone down and looked to your right. You easily found Adam, passed out on the bed. You sighed, realizing you weren’t going to be able to fall asleep with a stranger in the bed next to you.

You turned on the TV and started flipping through the channels until you heard your phone buzz. Picking it up, Dean’s name glowed back at you.

Dean: Did you kill him yet?

You: No.
You: I’m gonna kill Sam though.

Dean: Yeah. I gave him a mouthful when we got into our motel room.

You: I’m not gonna be able to sleep with him here.

Dean: I know.

As soon as you read the text there was a faint knock on the door. You got up, grabbing your gun just in case and stepped over to the door.

The gun that you pressed to the back of the door went to the dresser. You sighed when you saw Dean standing there with pie.

“Want some pie?” Dean smiled. You grabbed your jacket and followed Dean over to the Impala.

You hopped onto the hood of Baby. Dean handed you a piece of pie with a fork and you began eating. Dean laid back on the hood and stared at the stars.

“Do I have to share a room with him?” you asked, hoping the answer would be no, but expecting the opposite.

“I don’t like it either but… Sam does have a point. We need to get to know him,” Dean shrugged, taking a swig of his beer.

“I don’t trust him,” you replied and looked over to Dean, seeing him staring at you.

“I know. You don’t have to trust him right away. After all, trust is something you earn, but you have to give him a chance to do that. And then, if you still don’t trust him, you can go stabbing him with a knife,” Dean chuckled. You smiled and nodded in response.

Dean did make a really good point. You don’t have to trust the guy right away. If Adam wants to get to know you and be a real brother, he’ll work to earn your trust.

After talking for a few hours and staring into the sky, you and Dean called it a night. You walked into your motel room and saw Adam still in his bed. To be honest, you thought he would’ve left while you were outside.


The alarm blared in your ears, jolting you awake. Yawning, you rolled over and Adam was gone. You jumped up and raced to the bathroom to find it empty. You were halfway to the motel door when it swung open to reveal Adam carrying a few bags.

“Y'okay?” Adam asked once he saw your frazzled self.

“Where’d you go?” You stepped closer to him.

“To get some food. I got donuts, waffles, pancakes, and a salad… I don’t know what any of you eat…” Adam said, setting the bags onto the table.

You relaxed. “Oh…” You walked over to the bags. “Thanks.”

You grabbed some waffles and sat down at the table. You heard a knock at the door. Behind it was Sam and Dean.

“I smell food,” Dean hummed as he bolted towards the food.


It’s been a few weeks since Adam joined the family. It took a little while, but now you’re comfortable with saying he’s your brother. He’s even become a little protective of you.

“And then I jumped out and chopped the vamps head off!” Dean told the story to Adam.

“You seemed to be confused. I remember me jumping out and saving you two,” you joined the conversation.

“Details,” Dean waved you off and continued to tell the story.

Adam leaned over to you and whispered, “He doesn’t actually think I believe that story, right?”

“Just let him have this,” you replied with a chuckle and Adam nodded with a smile.


Requested by Anonymous
“Hi! I love your blog!! Could you write a sister imagine where the Sister meets Adam with the brothers and she’s a little suspicious of him at first but then they become close?”

A/N: TYSM!💕

I hope y'all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!

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Unbreakable (Part 6)

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Torture, Swearing, Abduction, Fire, Injury, Hospitals
A/N: Prompt. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4 Part 5
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It was another few days before you woke again, this time to the feeling of a large weight resting on your hand. Letting out a groan as you shifted slightly, you cast your eyes down to the source of the weight. A fond smile tugged at your lips as you saw a peaceful-looking Bucky, fast asleep with his hair flopping down into his eyes. Reaching your free hand over, you brushed the hair back from his forehead, just as he’d done for you the last time you were awake.

“Nice to see you conscious again, Y/N.” A soft voice murmured from the corner of the room, causing your E/C eyes to flicker up in their direction.

“Bruce?” you said, smiling at the doctor, “You’re back!”

“Well, when I saw what happened, I knew it was time to quit hiding.” he said, clutching your medical chart to his chest, “How’re you feeling?”

“Like a building was dropped on me.” you smirked, absentmindedly carding your fingers through Bucky’s matted hair.

“Well, it was a close call.” Bruce smiled, reattaching the chart to your bed, “They want to keep you here for a few more days, just to make sure everything’s okay, then after that we’ll try and figure out what happened to make your powers take control like they did.”

“Fun. you said, head falling back against the pillow with a thump.

“Right, I should probably go check in with your doctor.” Bruce said as he turned to leave, “Oh, and Y/N? When this one wakes up-” His head tilting towards Bucky’s slumbering form, “-try and get him to have someone take a look at his arm, it’s been out of commission since the fire.”

“Course.” you nodded, frowning slightly at the new information.

As Bruce silently left the room, the door clicking shut behind him, you moved your hand to cup Bucky’s stubbled jaw. Swiping a smudge of soot away from his cheek with the pad of your thumb, you quickly realised that you were well on your way to forgiving him for everything that had happened. Yes, it still hurt; that feeling of betrayal piercing your heart like a knife, but in the grand scheme of things, you didn’t think it really mattered. He’d been there for you when you needed him, literally saving you from yourself.

Scrabbling for the phone that sat on the side table, you punched in a familiar number before bringing the device up to your ear.

“Barnes? Is everything alright?” Tony’s voice crackled through the speaker, concern clear in his voice.

“It’s not Barnes.” you said, smirk tugging at your lips.

“Kid? You’re awake! How’re you feeling? Is everything okay?” he asked, rambling slightly.

“Tony, I’m fine; well as fine as I can be when I’m bound to a hospital bed. I’m phoning about Bucky; can you get down here? And bring your toolkit!” you said, not giving him a pause to question your request before you hung up the phone.

Time Skip (1 hour)

As you lay watching the tv that was silently playing in the corner of the room, you nearly missed the sound of Bucky grunting as he began to wake up. Casting your gaze back over to the super soldier, you smiled fondly as his dark eyelashes began to flutter awake.

“Morning sleepy head.” you murmured, head tilting to the side to look at him.

“You’re awake…” he said, voice thick with sleep.

Humming quietly, you chewed at your cracked lips, watching his face screw up as he tried to move his metal shoulder. Your quiet moment was quickly interrupted by the sound of the hospital room door slamming open.

“Y’know kid, it’s not nice to hang up on people.” Tony said, flouncing into the room with his toolbox clanging at his side.

“Well, it got you here, didn’t it?” you said, a pleased expression taking the place of a frown on your face.

Rolling his eyes, Tony just plopped his tools down on the table, not even casting a glance to the tense-looking soldier hunched by your bedside.

“Right Barnes, let me take a look at that arm!” Tony said, clapping his hands together as Bucky flinched beside you.

Lowering your voice, you placed a comforting hand on top of Bucky’s. “Let him check it out, Buck, for me?” you asked, smiling as Bucky cautiously agreed.

“Geez, you’d think I was asking to pull a tooth.” Tony tutted, pulling a chair over to start working on the metal appendage.

“Tony…” you said disapprovingly, rubbing small circles across Bucky’s knuckles with your thumb, “Stop being an ass.”

“Really? You burn down half my tower, and then you insult me?” he said, brown eyes not wavering from his work.

Casting your eyes back to Bucky, you smiled as you noticed his gaze fixed on your bedridden form. Squeezing his hand gently as Tony’s tools scraped against the metal, you watched his jaw clench and eyes harden.

After a few minutes of tense silence, the only sound being the clanging of Tony’s tools, Bucky’s arm whirred back to life, the plates flexing and shifting slightly.

“There we go! Good as new!” Tony said, refastening the hatch that revealed the arm’s mechanism.

“Thanks Tony.” you smiled, patting Bucky’s hand to let him know he could relax.

“What would you do without me?” he grinned, mock saluting the two of you before taking his leave.

Rolling your eyes at the eccentric billionaire, you let your head drop back down to the pillow with a sigh.

“Y’know, I don’t deserve this Doll…” Bucky murmured, eyes cast down to the ground, clouded with guilt, “After everything I did to you, I don’t deserve you taking care of me, I don’t deserve you…”

“Well, let’s say it was a thank you, for saving my life.” you said, smiling sadly over at him.

Nodding his head slightly, Bucky knew he hadn’t yet been forgiven, and it was going to take everything he had to earn that from you. He was going to show you just how much he regretted his actions, how if he could turn back time, then he would undo it in a millisecond. He’d show you that everything he had done, was out of fear, the fear of his own feelings, and the fear of rejection.

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Broken

Title: Broken - If It Can Bleed Part One

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader (next part), Sam, Cas (one line, though he’s not seen.)

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: Blood, reader is badly injured, implied violence, maybe a swear word or two.

Series Summary: The reader is a genetically enhanced assassin who’s on the run from her creator, but what will happen when she get’s taken back to the bunker by Sam and Dean? Or falls for one of the Winchesters…

Author’s Note: Okay guys, this is part one of that assassin story I told you about! I’m not 100% sure how long it will be at this point but right now my guess is around 7 parts, not too long, not too short, and I hope you guys are as excited about it as I am! If you want to get tagged in the following parts of this please send me an Ask or add yourself to This List. Feedback is always appreciated, and enjoy!

If you would like to read any of my other fics please check out my Masterlist!

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     Light streamed in the in through the glass your cheek was currently pressed against, stinging your eyes in the seconds you managed to keep them from falling shut again and warming your sticky, blood-covered skin. It took you all of one shuttering, raw breath to remember what had happened - the fists and claws, the panic and pain. They’d found you.

     Recognition surged through your thoughts as your heightened sense of hearing picked up on the powerful engine of the vehicle you were in, speeding down the road surely faster than what was legal. You were being taken somewhere - you were being taken back to her. No. You couldn’t allow that, you couldn’t go back.

     Not now, not ever.

     You didn’t have time to formulate a solid plan, didn’t even stop to think about the extent of your injuries and whether or not you were even capable of executing one, and flew solely on fear and the guttural need to get away from the people holding you captive. So with what sorry bit of strength you had left you fumbled for the seatbelt pressing in on your slashed chest, curled your hand under the seat to let your claws discreetly slid free, and then –

     “How much longer ‘till we get to the hospital?”

     You paused at the unfamiliar voice.

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Can I have how the boys would be on airplanes with their S/O? Like if they would like it, if they’d be scared, if they’d get sick, that kinda thing? I love the blog! Sorry about the mean people in the discord :/

Of course! I hope you like it! And it’s alright ^^ Thank you for your concern.

- Mod Saihara

Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • Shinguuji has flown many times before
  • He needs to fly, in able to visit all sorts of people around the world for his work!
  • So he’s not afraid
  • And he’s certainly not sick.
  • He gives your hand a squeeze when you board your flight
  • It’s reassuring, knowing that your boyfriend is with you
  • Because if you’re going to die in this thing, dammit,
  • You might as well do it together
  • When you tell him this, he laughs lightly
  • “That’s a very interesting way to put it…”
  • The two of you stay relatively quiet throughout the duration of your flight
  • He’s got his novel and you’re truly content with just staring out the window and listening to music
  • Every now and then he’ll turn to you and sigh a dreamy sigh
  • What a cheeseball
  • When you catch him looking, he quickly returns to his book
  • The flight is peaceful and you’re kind of sad when you reach your destination
  • You wished life was that relaxed all the time…
  • You’ll savour the trip more on the way back, for sure


Rantarou Amami

  • The two of you board your flight, and the plane takes off
  • You turn to him for a kiss - flights weren’t really your thing… the idea of being stuck in this metal coffin wasn’t exactly comforting
  • But you thought you had it bad?!
  • Wait till you see this nerd
  • When you see the look on his face, you gulp
  • He totally looks like he’s about to throw up
  • Rantarou assures you he’s fine, but who is he kidding
  • His face has turned greener than his own hair.
  • When you tell him this, he laughs
  • “Don’t worry about me, s/o. I’m fine!”
  • You wish you could believe him
  • But he’s a terrible liar
  • He might as well have written “SAVE ME” on his forehead.
  • The boy literally looks like he’s about to die!
  • “Rantarou…”
  • His relatively calm expression changes like the flick of a switch
  • “I’ll be right back.“
  • "You’re on a plane!”
  • You shove one of the sick bags into his hands and turn away
  • He doesn’t throw up, but he holds it to his face for the rest of the flight, just in case.
  • Even when making jokes.
  • “Gandalf commands you get some rest, s/o.”
  • Silly boy.


Ouma Kokichi

  • The two of you take your seats on the plane
  • You’d been talking about this trip for a while now, and what you’d both do on the plane to pass time
  • But most of all, you can’t wait to watch movies together!
  • You lean your head on his shoulder and turn on the tablet, and scroll through the movies
  • Check if they have Zoolander, s/o, I wanna watch Zoolander.”
  • “Again?!”
  • There’s a jolt as the plane takes off
  • Ouma is clinging to you for dear life!
  • You never expected this from the supreme leader.
  • You’ve been on planes plenty of times before, so you’re completely calm
  • “Hey, I think they have Zoolander on here! Let’s watch it! Ouma!?“
  • He isn’t responding
  • You do the only thing you can do - without causing a scene, at least
  • You cup his cheeks and plant a kiss on his lips
  • When you remove your hands from his cheeks, you notice they’re bright pink!
  • The blushing is contagious! Now your cheeks are red!
  • Ouma smirks
  • He slyly snatches the tablet from your hands, and selects Zoolander on the movie list.
  • "Great idea, s/o!”
  • His words are innocent but his smile is that of a child who had just got their way
  • You roll your eyes and prepare for what seems to be your 1000th time watching Zoolander with Ouma
  • It’s gonna be a long flight


Saihara Shuuichi

  • You’d been on plenty of flights together in the past, both of you knew the drill
  • Hold hands, watch cruddy movies, and talk to each other in hushed whispers to see who could stay awake the longest
  • The two of you took your seats.
  • This was going to be your longest flight so far, and neither of you were going to fall asleep!
  • It wasn’t even a competition anymore - you just wanted to be able to say that you did that together
  • But as the hours went on, the two of you grew rather sleepy
  • Love Actually had ended long ago
  • The two of you looked down at your reflections in the black screen in your lap
  • You had pressed the sides of your heads together and interlaced your fingers
  • He continuously traced little hearts on the back of your hand to distract himself
  • You hummed a tune to keep yourself from drifting off
  • It was dark outside, but neither of you had bothered to turn on your compartment lights
  • But it didn’t bother you
  • It was so relaxing, being with him
  • It felt as if it was only the two of you on the plane…
  • Zzzzzz…
  • You wake up with your head nuzzled into Saihara’s shoulder
  • He grinned down at you shyly, but you could still see a hint of triumph in his eyes
  • He had won!
  • You’re okay with taking the loss because of how cute he looks.
  • But you promise yourself you’ll win next time!

Kaito Momota

  • The boy was used to being above the ground
  • He was the SHSL Astronaut, after all!
  • This was totally his thing!
  • You, on the other hand…
  • Not so much.
  • You hated this thing you were trapped in.
  • Why couldn’t Kaito have just agreed to do a road trip there, anyway?!
  • “I told you I can’t drive, s/o! Besides, flying is fun! You’ll see!”
  • ]Little did he know, it was also your first time flying.
  • But he picked up on it soon enough.
  • What gave it away? The way you gripped his arm like your life depended on it.
  • You had tried your hardest to put on your usual brave face, but screw it, you were thousands of feet in the air and thought you were going to die
  • Kaito wraps an arm around you and rubs your shoulder
  • He assures you, everything is going to go smoothly!
  • He didn’t like seeing you scared like this!
  • The boy plants a kiss on your forehead
  • You feel much better and safer knowing your boyfriend is with you…
  • You snuggle up to him and doze off, hoping the flight will be over by the time you wake up!
  • You wake up, and Kaito gives you a pat on the back
  • You survived! He’s so proud!
  • You smile. That wasn’t so bad after all.

Kiibo

  • You were curious as to what it would be like to fly with your robot boyfriend…
  • You knew you wouldn’t have to worry about him getting sick
  • And he wouldn’t have to get up to go to the bathroom, either!
  • It’d just be you and him, the entire flight!
  • It was also reassuring that robots probably couldn’t have a fear of heights, either…
  • Which you were scolded for saying by Kiibo before taking your seats.
  • “Do not discriminate! Just because we are not human, does not mean we cannot feel emotions such as fear! Now eat your sandwich, I don’t want you getting hungry! I love you!”
  • The plane takes off, and you sink into your seat.
  • Kiibo got the window seat, whilst you were stuck with the mediocre view of the aisle and all the plane’s passengers
  • After a few moments of mindless chatter, you hear a gasp
  • Next to you, Kiibo is making all types of noises indicating his shock
  • “Kiibo?”
  • He doesn’t reply
  • He’s completely mesmerised by the sight in the window!
  • You lean over his shoulder, and now so are you!
  • The two of you watch as the plane flies through the clouds and over the country
  • It’s a beautiful sight!
  • But what’s even more beautiful is the look of pure happiness on your boyfriend’s face as he watches the sight below him!
  • He looks back at you, and grins
  • You pull him in for a kiss
  • He reminds you again that he loves you!
  • And you tell him you love him back!

Gonta Gokuhara

  • Gonta is not afraid!
  • Gonta won’t get sick!
  • Gonta will not kick the seats!
  • He promises he’ll be a gentleman and behave appropriately on the flight
  • It gets off to a weird start
  • Gonta can barely fit in the seat!
  • After some shuffling around, he had managed to fit himself in the tight space
  • But now you’re smushed up against the wall of the plane!
  • The view of the cement ground’s not half bad when your face is pressed against the window, but still
  • Gonta notices and he’s!! So sorry!!
  • He scooches over to the edge of his seat to leave enough room for you so that you can at least breathe!
  • You’re grateful, and thank Gonta for trying
  • But it seems you’re going to have to get used to tight spaces, at least for the next hour or so
  • And his shoulder does make a relatively good pillow
  • You rest for a little while…
  • The man sneezes
  • It’s  a near death experience
  • All the passengers jump in their seats a little
  • Gonta is sorry! Again!
  • You fall back asleep, this time he dozes off a little, too
  • You both wake up a couple hours later and you remind yourself to make him take the window seat next time on the way back


Ryouma Hoshi

  • You’ve been in the air for 10 minutes
  • You had to help him up into his seat, believe it or not
  • Even he was surprised!
  • He can usually do that stuff himself… how embarrassing
  • But what’s even more embarrassing
  • Is when a stewardess hurries over to your compartment
  • Holding what can only be described as the “Kid’s Meal” - A juice box and an apple.
  • She hastily places it on Hoshi’s fold-out table
  • “I’m sorry for not seeing your son earlier, Miss! He is rather short!“
  • And just like that she’s gone
  • You stop your conversation with Hoshi mid-sentence and point to the meal, holding in what is probably the biggest laugh of your entire life
  • In all the flights you and Hoshi had ever been on, this was certainly a first
  • Hoshi stares at the meal for a moment with his huge eyes
  • He’s speechless, and so are you
  • He grabs the juice and gives it to you, and saves the apple for himself
  • "That didn’t just happen…”
  • You nod, taking a sip of the juice
  • The attendant hurries back with a colouring in sheet and a blue marker, and disappears once more
  • The pen becomes useless, because the sheet is now covered in the orange juice you just spat out from laughing so hard
  • You don’t let it go for the rest of the flight
Undeniable Heat Chapter 22: Letters

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1400 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Your P.O.V.

It was the sound of voices that pulled you from your deep sleep. At first you thought it might be Jensen, since he promised to be there with you. But when your eyes fluttered open, you noticed Misha there instead, talking to quietly to a nurse. Immediately he noticed you were wake, a smile crinkling his eyes. “There you are! I was afraid you would sleep the entire time I was here!” He said, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

After the nurse check you over, announcing that you were healing quite nicely, she left you alone with Misha. “Jensen?” You asked him, your throat still tender and sore.

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Under The Rain

Anon said: Hey! I absolutely adore your blog :) I would like to request a Jimin scenario where the reader is an idol who’s dating Jimin for a while now but the public doesn’t know and one day a picture leaks of them and causes a scandal. Sorry if that didn’t make any sense. Thanks!!

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.7k

A/n: I am so so sorry for the wait!! But every time I started writing something out of the blue would come out and interrupt me😭 Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed this!! As this is my first time writing a non au scenario, feedback is appreciated!!



Your Pov

“Goodnight my beautiful princess” Jimin said, hugging you.

“Goodnight baby” you said leaving his warm arms to look up at him.

He smiled and kissed you.

*His hands on your hips and yours on his chest. You knew it wasn’t that safe to make out outside your house but neither of you seemed to care as the kiss started getting hotter with each minute that passed by.

*Click*

You left each other’s lips, confusion on both of your faces.

“What was…” You started saying, realising what the sound was seconds after. “I hope its not what i think it is.” You looked at Jimin, who was now looking at the floor. “Jimin” His eyes met yours. “Please tell me it’s not what I’m thinking about”

He sighed.

“I don’t know, it’s late, baby” He hugged you one more time, but without the smile this time. “Go to sleep, and don’t worry”

“Okay, I will” Leaving his arms once again, you were too afraid to kiss him one more time, so you just got your keys and opened your door, getting in.

He stood outside your door, looking back at the dark street.

“Goodnight, baby” You said, making him turn and smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Goodnight, princess”


The sound of your phone vibrating woke you up. You stretched your arm to decline the call, until you saw the caller ID. It was your best friend.

“What do you want?” You said as soon as you grabbed the phone.

“Well, good morning to you too.” She said on the other line, making you laugh.

“But really, what was so important that you needed to call me at..” you stopped mid sentence to check you clock. “AT 6 AM ON A SUNDAY ARE YOU KIDDING?” you sat on the bed and started rubbing your eyes.

“I am not, check your twitter.” you couldn’t believe it.

“You are telling me that you woke me up because there’s a new meme going around on twitter?” You sighed “You really should call Jungkook not me.”

“No, this time this call is not about a fresh meme” You made a noise in disbelief “I did call Kook yesterday for that”

“That’s more like you” You said, rolling your eyes, which were still heavy since you just woke up.

“Anyway, this is about you” She paused. “I don’t want to tell you, just check your twitter, okay?”

“Okay, but how does this….” You stopped once you realised she had just hanged up “Shit”.

You got up from the bed and went to the kitchen to have breakfast, knowing that once you woke up you were not going to fall asleep any time soon.

After some minutes you were finally sitting on the table with your toasts and your coffee and just then you decided to finally open twitter to see the reason why you were awake so early.

You stopped eating and dropped the toast that was on your hand, you couldn’t believe all the pictures on your feed.

The pictures were all the same, but they were everywhere. Jimin on your doorstep, hands on your waist kissing your lips. You didn’t know how he got that angle, but you could clearly see that the two figures kissing were both of you, and the tittle said. Feeling dizzy you stopped eating.

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anonymous asked:

I just found that blog and already enjoy your writing very much! Are you taking prompts? If yes, then: body swap between neurodivergent and neurotypical person. It would be so exciting, to see that story in your style 💖

It’s taken me a while to get to this prompt! I didn’t want to take it lightly since I’m neurotypical. I talked to one of my friends who’s neurodivergent, so hopefully her help allowed me to do this prompt justice!

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Ashley wakes up well-rested with the memory of falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow the night before.

This is her first clue.

The second is the alarm blaring next to her head, a constantly increasing BRRR BRRRR BRRRR sound. It’s annoying, but not painfully so, not like nails in her head, and she’s just…irritated. That’s all.

Her third clue comes when she sits up and sees her best friend Sera across the room.

“Sera…?” Ashley asks and then stops. That wasn’t her voice. She looks down. This isn’t her body. “Oh. I’m Sera.”

It’s not common–though it’s not uncommon either–to switch bodies. Typically kids grow out of it around 12, they stop coming home in their friend’s body, stop charging down the stairs to announce to Mr. and Mrs. So-and-so that their kid will be home soon, they switched last night, no worries, is that breakfast? 

What is uncommon is the fact that Ashley switched. Switching requires a close bond, being on the same frequency as the other person, and she’s definitely not on the same frequency as Sera.

Or she didn’t think they were.

“We really are friends,” she says out loud, surprised. There’s none of the instinctive fear rising at the thought, no inner voice saying that she’s probably reading this wrong, nothing. She just feels…warm.

“Sera?” Mrs. Henderson says from outside the door. She has to raise her voice a little to be heard over the still-blaring alarm. “Honey, are you okay? Your alarm’s been going for a while.”

Ashley stares at the door, speechless. The alarm is loud, painfully so, but she’d still heard Mrs. Henderson. The alarm had almost faded when she focused on Mrs. Henderson’s voice. Normally she would have had to turn the alarm off to sort out all the input, she might have even had to sit quietly for a while just to get the sound out of her head, but this body had prioritized it instantly.

Instinctively, Ashley wraps her arms around herself, but, instead of being comforted, she’s just…wrapping her arms around herself.

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Tonight, you’re mine. (Yoongi oneshot)

Pairing ~ Yoongi(Suga)x Y/N

Genre ~ Smut (possibly a lil fluff if it’s considered that?)

Words ~ 2,799 (I am annoyed it isn’t a nice round 800)

Originally posted by yoonseok


The imagination of ARMYs never failed to amaze you. Every single day BTS fans submitted their fan work to your Tumblr page to gain some publicity and love. Of course, none of them actually knew who you were. They didn’t know you were dating one of their favourite idols. You were the girlfriend of Suga or as his friends called him, Yoongi.
You started the blog as a joke with Yoongi himself, to see first hand what ARMYs created and thought of his group. It didn’t take long for him to get too busy to look at it with you but you kept it going, telling him about certain things now and then.
Finding out what the fans truly thought of your boyfriend always amused you and sometimes you’d get so caught up in fanfiction that you’d be cheering on the imaginary girl who was chasing after your man. Once or twice, Yoongi had caught you and you didn’t hear the end of it for weeks on end, he even mocked you in front of the rest of his band and that lead to them to teasing you, until one-day Jungkook took it too far and Yoongi yelled at him.
With Yoongi so busy the majority of the time, you found your fingers searching for something a little more substantial than regular old fanfiction. You were never disappointed at the long list of Yoongi smut online and on more than one occasion, you had wished that it was real and your boyfriend would ravage you like he would always the main character in the stories. But, you two rarely had the time to even go on a date so there was no way sex was on the table…or the bed…or the couch…

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anonymous asked:

the kirishimas are really annoying frankly they dont deserve to be in the goats. touka is so violent to him even despite his past abuses and trauma and ayato is a disgusting person who'd almost kill his own sister. i dont like touka but doing that to family is so gross. i think he completely deserved getting his bones broken but i think kaneki should hav done more to make his suffer even more and touka should have seen it

also they are so thirsty for kaneki and hinami it makes me want to laugh about how big of losers they are kaneki and hina deserve better people who are supportive and kind to them not these disgusting barbaric siblings who are a disgrace

Hello anon thank you for your really sweet message. Here’s a little something for you:

Long af rant under the cut. 

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 5

Originally posted by collisionofdcandmarvel


Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually)

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: I’m sorry this one took so long to post, today is the last day of finals and I’M FINALLY FREE! Also, my internet was being a bitch, I can’t even open tumblr for the past few days. This one is a little bit short but I promise the next part won’t take this long :)

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WAKANDA

Steve Rogers stood silently in front of his best friend. A million things were running inside his brain, some were not nice things. He was sad, devastated, desperate, angry and all of those emotions mixed into one. He had never been this anxious in his life and with the little control that he has, it was driving him near insanity.

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Seeing Is Believing (Pt. 3)

A/N: I know these first few chapters are slightly boring. But it’s going to pick up soon I promise. Just gather all of the information you can haha. I have a very detailed outline for this story and it’s damn near a Supernatural episode. So bear with me!!!

Here’s just a helpful hint though, in case any of you get confused. The reader is 28, born in 1990. This story is set in 2018. 

Pairing: None yet

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.3k

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Originally posted by canonspngifs


“Well, thank you…for painting them on the walls-” you stood up- “I’m gonna try and get some sleep.”

You started to walk away towards the couch when Dean grabbed your wrist.

“Stay.” he said. You made eye contact and smiled before you climbed up onto the bed. You laid down while Dean shut the lamp off. Moments later you felt his arm wrap around your waist and pull you in close. Your back to his chest.

“I hope this is okay?” he asked you.

You snuggled into him even more, hummed a mhmm, and fell asleep.


When you woke up the next morning, it took you a minute to figure out where you were. You squinted as the sun hit your face. You rolled over to see Dean, snoring away, cuddling a pillow. You sat up, looking to the other bed and finding it empty.

Just as you stood up, the door opened, and in walked Sam, coffee and breakfast in tow.

“Mornin’,” you mumbled.

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How to Play a Player (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Masterlist

Request Queue

A/N- (For anyway who didn’t read the announcement post, this is the first part of a seven part fic that I’ll be updating either daily or every other day until iit’s finished :)

I IN NO WAY CONDONE PULLING SOMETHING LIKE THIS. Yes, I made up the to do list myself, so there’s no guarantee it would actually work in a real situation. It’s also kind of a dick move, and you’ll probably end up hurt more than whoever you’re trying to play. But for the sake of this fic it’s totally gonna be a thing lmao)

Playlist- Fuck Fuckbois

Words- 1,711

How does it feel, Alex?” you asked, pissed off by the tears filling your eyes.

“How does what feel?”

“Being the biggest asshole in the world! How is it?! Is it nice?!” You shouted into his car.

“Whatever.” he sighed. Alex rolled his window up and drove down the street, without even looking at you.  You stood in front of your house. It was quiet. The lamp across the street flickered sporadically until the light disappeared completely. You were alone.


Lights were flashing. Music was beating in your chest. Alcohol pulsed through your veins. You were starting to sweat, but you showed no signs of stopping. It was more than a good time. You felt alive and free.

“Y/N.” your best friend, Peggy, whisper-shouted in your ear. You paused dancing and turned to her with a puzzled expression. She looked worried, biting her lip and everything. “Don’t freak out, but…your ex is here.”

Your heart started to pound even faster than before. Her tone told you exactly who, but you wanted to ask anyway. You leaned down to her ear. “Which one?” you tried to say nonchalantly.  She pulled away and gave you an obvious look.

“Alexander! He’s over there!” Your eyes roamed across the crowded night club. Sure enough, Alexander Hamilton was sitting on one of the couches with some girl. She looked wildly different from you. Completely different hair, height, body shape. She couldn’t be more different. It made sense. Alexander Hamilton did have a type. He went for anything he could get.

You rolled your eyes, despite the sick feeling in your stomach. “I don’t give a shit!” you shouted to your friend. “He’s just some douche bag player! Not worth stressing over!”

Peggy smiled confidently and held her drink up. “Hell yeah!” You clicked your glass against hers and downed the rest of your drink, setting the empty cup down on a nearby table. When you turned back around, there was a very handsome and very tall man staring at you. You smirked and held your hand out.

“Y/N, ” you told him, with a slight glance to Peggy who was practically cheering you on. You held your hand out for the man to shake, but instead, he brought it gently to his lips.

“Gilbert.”

Holy accent. “Where are you from, Gilbert?”

“Chavaniac, France.”

Your eyes widened and despite yourself, you let out a breathy “Wow.”

He smirked and, still holding your hand, pulled you further onto the club’s dance floor. “Voulez-vous danser avec moi?”

You had no idea what he’d said, but his hands were on your waist, so you went with it. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you started to sway to the beat of some random R&B song, but you couldn’t help looking over Gilbert’s shoulder at Alexander.

He had an annoyed expression on his face, and the girl next to him looked heartbroken.

Really? Again?

Alex said something, and her face scrunched up in anger. The girl stood quickly and slapped Alexander hard across the face. She grabbed her purse and marched away. You let out a small laugh at Alex’s shocked face, and Gilbert looked at you.

“What is funny?” The poor boy looked thoroughly confused.

You waved your hand in the air. “Nothing.” You smirked and pressed your body closer to him, determined to forget that Alex was even on the same planet as you, let alone a few yards away. Gilbert’s eyes widened in amusement and the two of you continued to dance.

The song changed, and you were just starting to get into the faster beat when someone’s voice interrupted you.

“Hey Laf, I think I’m gonna head out.” Gilbert turned around, and you had to keep your reaction to a minimum when you saw him. He was holding the side of his face, which twisted from a sour expression to confused one the moment he saw you.

“Y/N?”

You plastered on the biggest smile you could, “Wow, hey Alex!” You turned to Gilbert. “You know him?”

Gilbert sighed. “Unfortunately.” He winked at you. You giggled and looked up at Gilbert, very conscious of Alex’s stare.

Don’t break, Y/N. Don’t get angry.

Alex looked your frame up and down. You became all too aware of how form fitting the dress you’d chosen for tonight was. “How’ve you been, Y/N?” His dark eyes were confident, but he definitely had the red imprint of a hand forming on his face.

“I’ve been great.” You straightened your shoulders and crossed your arms. “I got a promotion at work, so I moved into a bigger apartment.” You noted how his eyes widened slightly at these words. It sent a surge of confidence through you.

“Really? That’s…great.”

You smiled sweetly. “Yeah, life’s been pretty good.” You felt a hand on your shoulder and turned around to see Pegs.

“Hey Jamie’s having a thing at his house, and they want you there.” she said.

Jamie? Who the hell is- You studied at Peggy’s face. Oh! 

“Of course they do.” you sighed. “Okay, I’m coming.” You turned to Gilbert, took his phone out of his pocket–to his shock– and put your number in before turning away with an off-hand “Later Alex.”

Once you two were a good distance away from them, you sighed so deeply you nearly collapsed. “Thanks,” you mumbled to Peggy.

“No problem.” She edged you further out of the club. “Getting rid of your asshole ex-boyfriends is my specialty.”

You both stepped into the cool air outside the club. “I don’t even miss him. Just the fact that he exists bothers me,” you explained.

Peggy hailed a cab while laughing. “I know the feeling.”


A short ride in a smelly cab later and you were laying in your bed trying to fall asleep. Your phone chimed loudly. You groaned and decided that you would ignore it, but then it rang a second time a minute later. Sighing in defeat, you unplugged it from its charger. Two texts. From Alex.

It was really great bumping into you today :)

You wouldn’t be down to hang out sometime would you?

You could not believe that bastard. Did he actually think he could just waltz into your life again? You’d heard all the stories about him, but he had convinced you that you were different, and special, as if he hadn’t said that to every girl he was with. And then he just left you. Stranded on the sidewalk, cold and alone. 

This wasn’t the first time this had happened either. When he broke up with the girl that he’d left you for, Alex tried to contact you, and if you hadn’t been out of the country, you probably would’ve fallen for it. Hell, he has just played another girl that night! Someone needed to teach the boy a lesson.

That’s when it hit you. You would be special to Alex. You would be the one who finally showed him what it’s like.

You were going to play Alexander Hamilton.  

Your body shot out of bed. Suddenly very awake, you grabbed your laptop and opened a new tab. Keeping in your habit of pre-googling and thing you did, you typed into the search engine

How to break a player’s heart

Instantly millions of web pages popped up. You picked the first one that seemed legit and applied to your situation. Skipping past the opening paragraph you got right to the to-do list.

1. Ignore Him

Typical players love to think the have the entire population wrapped around their finger. By resisting his charms and playing it cool, you’ll peak his interest. He’ll start to notice you more, see you as a challenge. Players love a challenge.


2. Be Interesting

If you want to make this player see as more than a nice lay, you have to be exciting, and most importantly, be independent. Of players rely on their “prey” to make them feel good about themselves. If you show you select “bad boy”, that you’re perfectly happy, capable, and adventurous without him, he’s gonna want to be a part of that life.

3. Slowly Let Him In

Let him know that the interest is there. If you totally shut him down, he might give on and move on. If he recognizes that you see him, notice him, and still haven’t fallen for him yet, it’ll edge him on further

4. Make Sure He Knows You Aren’t His

Once you start spending a bit more time with your player of choice, let him see you having fun with other people. He sees you with your friends and he thinks that your fun and interesting, and if they’re a little more than friends, even better. Let him get jealous. He doesn’t have a claim on you. You’re free to hang out, drink, dance, etc. with anyone you want. He’s not the only one on your radar. He has to work for it.

5. Know When To Quit

If your real goal is to give the player a taste of his own medicine, know when to cut him loose. You have to leave him right at the peak of his affection for you. He needs to feel the sting and hurt that he’s made so many others feel.

Most Important Thing

Do NOT sleep with your player. Absolutely do not do this. The moment you’re in bed with him, he’s already thinking about the next girl he can sack and you’ve lost the game. That’s how players are, they work and work until they get what they want, and then they’re done and gone.

You sighed and pushed your laptop away. It seemed easy enough. Just be inaccessible. You could do that. You glanced at your phone sitting on the bed next to you.

You hadn’t texted him back yet, and now you weren’t planning to. You fell asleep bed feeling confident and guilt-free, with a game plan forming in your head. 

Step One. Ignore him. 

Your Savior - 16

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Chapter 16

Warnings: Swearing, Negan being Negan, some gore, mentions of past sexual assault, PG adult consensual intimacy 

Thank you all so, so much for reading! Please feel free to leave comments or send messages regarding this (or anything else!); I love hearing everyone’s thoughts and am open to constructive (polite) criticism! Every like, re-blog, and comment gives me life. I love you all!


You woke to a throbbing pain in your upper arm, groaning as you sat up in your cot. While your arm was definitely the worst, a good portion of your body was sore from yesterday’s altercation. You could have easily gone back to sleep for the rest of the day if it had been allowed, but you begrudgingly put on your shoes and nudged Matthew’s arm to wake him up for your early fence duty shift. 

“Wha- huh?” He mumbled sleepily, some drool crusted to his chin. You’d never been awake before him to see this side of him, he looked like a teenager and it made you giggle. “What’s so funny?” He whispered, rubbing the sleep from his face and sitting up across from you. 

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anonymous asked:

How would Mei, Tracer, McCree, and Hanzo's react be to a s/o who is really good with kids? Like, the little rugrats just gravitate towards this human nexus of FUN and security, it's unreal "pls we are on a mission" "I WILL PROTECT THEM and also buy ice cream (ง’̀-‘́)ง." Who do you think would seriously entertain the thought of having children after spending time watching their partner babysit like a champ? Gotta get them parental feels going!! ໒( ◔ ▽ ◔ )७

Anonymous said to luvleekaotix-imagines:

Can I get a imagine with a chubby,caring s/o who would risk there life for the people they love and people think they are a push over but turns they are a complete badass I’ll let you pick the people

Anonymous said to luvleekaotix-imagines:

*quietly wanders in* Really Love your ashes fic omggg And was wondering if your RQs are open? If so maybe a lil Reaper with a Chubby S/O who can still kick butt? Idk! IF YOUR NOT OPEN TO RQS ITS FINE  *Backflips out the window* BYE AND BTW LOVE YOU

crookedwiings said to luvleekaotix-imagines:

Love your X readers KC! Your the blog that totally got me into the OW x reader scene thanks. Anyways by chance would you mind doing a Reaper X smol f!reader of a redemption AU for him? I always wanted to play at the Idea but im not good with fics

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Haha my inbox is always open for requests! My only conditions are that you be very patient with me and that I currently don’t do NSFW fics (I can do NSFW HC’s though <3).

ORITE. DIS BE FUN. I GOT IT. I’ll add headcanons on how characters react underneath, but this is the scenario:

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Perfect World - Chapter Ten

Summary: You have been hunting with Sam, Dean, and Cas for a while, but once you turn 30 you’re torn between loving Dean, wanting out of the hunting business, or just continuing on through life with the boys.  Something unexpected happens that turns your entire world upside down.  How will the Winchesters and Cas handle it, and will anything ever feel the same again?

Perfect World Masterlist - Previous Chapter

warnings: depression

word count: ~1020


Cas let you snuggle against him for a while, taking the time as you were relaxed to gently examine you with his grace.  He first worked on your body, replenishing the blood that you had lost to the djinn feedings and healing your wrists and neck where there were puncture marks and raw skin.  Next, he moved to your soul – it wasn’t cold at the moment, but it wasn’t as warm as it had been when you were asleep.

Cas could tell that something was missing, but his grace wasn’t able to heal it properly.  There wasn’t an injury to your soul, just a feeling that it was emptier than normal.  He would have to come back to it later, probably speaking with you to get your permission before truly delving in to examine you.

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