if people were running water i were a faucet and she was a shower

Skulls and Roses 💀 🥀 (Part 3)

Jeon Jungkook 

College AU!, Tattooist AU!

The best way to get someone to like you is by calling them sasquatch and baking them cookies when you stand them up. 


Originally posted by allforcollection

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|| you belong with me ||

[[request prompt: so, i thought maybe the reader is friends with peter, ned, and michelle, but is also the daughter of tony stark. she is jealous of peter’s feelings for liz because she is in love with him. homecoming arrives and peter goes with liz, and the reader is invited by flash. during the dance, the reader tries to have fun with flash and michelle, her best friend, but can’t when she sees peter dancing with liz. she leaves in the middle of the dance to get some fresh air, but she gets kidnapped when the vulture suddenly appears.

in the end, spider-man saves her and the reader accidentally confesses her feelings for him. if possible, can you finish it with kisses? Please, I know my request is a little long]]

a kind reader sent in this request during drabbleday week, but it was too long to condense it to a mere 500 words drabble. instead, i chose to make a full one shot out of this so lol drabbleday will continue tomorrow. for today, this story will be the only one that’s posted.

also, in order to include more diverse fem!readers, i’m going to make the reader character Tony’s ADOPTED daughter.

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine**


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Entry #1 - About Last Night - Smut - By @maddie110201

Originally posted by punksciles

Author: @maddie110201
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dave Hodgman/Reader
Words: 5,123
Prompt:  “I hope everybody saw that because I will probably never be able to do it again.”

“Y’know you haven’t changed a day since you turned 18?” My best friend, Natalie said aloud as we were sitting on my couch looking through old photos of the two of us. She was holding a picture of me from my 18th birthday up to my face, looking for any difference.

“That’s sooo not true.” I tried defending, but she was right. I hadn’t changed one bit. Normally, people wouldn’t have a problem with not aging. Pretty much everyone wants to look as young as possible, for as long as possible. But that was just not the case for me.

Everyone in this world ages like normal until they turn 18. But when their 18th birthday finally comes, they stop aging until they’ve met their soulmate, so that they can grow old together. Sounds cute right? I used to think it was cute too.

Justin and I have been together for 6 years now. We met when we were 19 through a mutual friend and have been together ever since. He was my best friend and i loved him so very much. From old photos to new ones, I could tell that Justin had aged since we have been together, and it made my heart flutter knowing I was his soulmate. There was a slight problem, however…I have not aged one bit.

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Originally posted by samcroimagine

A/N: Gif not mine! Wanted to take a shot at Sons of Anarchy because… god bless those handsome men.. you know? LOL 

Warning: Cursing cause it wouldn’t be SOA without any..


Your name: submit What is this?

You were in your kitchen cooking tonight’s meal, hearing the music blasting from your speakers as you were swaying your hips to the music losing yourself in the rhythm until you heard a hard pounding on your door causing you to jump slightly. You turned down the music walking to your door with fear coursing through your body as you turned the knob “(Y/N). I swear you love when I come to your apartment, another complaint, please keep the music down.” Hale said hands crisscrossed in front of your door causing you to roll your eyes because you knew no one in the neighborhood complained because you asked every individual if it bothered them.

Most people didn’t even realize you ever played music, so you knew this was Hales doing “Look David, you’re a sweet guy, but I’m not looking for a relationship, or someone to go out for drinks with, I don’t want to ride around Charming. You really are a good guy, I’m just not looking for anyone.” You said closing the door softly returning to your now burnt food groaning as you decided to call for pizza.

A whole week had went by David was becoming more clever and it was worrying you because it was coming so fast, he had come to your job stating there were complaints filed against you, worrying you. Your boss denied all claims kicking Hale out, then he came by your mother’s place saying that you were need for an investigation but your mom wasn’t having it, and finally he came while you and your dad were out batting stating you were trespassing on private property, you’re father found it funny because he owned the property and claimed Hale was trespassing.

You leaned against the wall sighing trying to get your life together “You alright (Y/N)?” Juice asked as he fixed up your car, god bless the Puerto Ricans soul. “Yeah, just bugged out. Hale keeps trying to ask me on a date.” You groaned realizing how much of bitch you were being “Hey I thought girls wanted a good guy to take her out on a date, not just bang and run.” Juice said shrugging.

“Juan. I’m not looking for a relationship or a fuck buddy. I’m fine being me, he just doesn’t get it. I’m trying so hard to be nice but he keeps popping up everywhere I go!” You yelled kicking a small rock out of the garage. “He must’ve pissed you off big time, I don’t think in my months of knowing you, you’ve ever yelled.” Juice said chuckling “Fuck you Juan.” You loved saying his name, it fit him so well, it slipped off your tongue with such ease. “You know, I like the way you say my name.” He said wiping off some sweat but in the process he wiped grease on his forehead causing you to laugh which made him smile.

“What the hell did I do?” He asked giving you that goofy smiled. You smiled shaking your head walking up to him taking the rag and wiping his forehead “You’re so cute when you’re not trying.” You said softly handing him back the rag, just as you were going to walk back to the wall he grabbed your waist pulling him closer “Juan!” You yelled looking at him with wide eyes “Hale.” Was all he said before you heard someone clear their throat causing you and Juice to break apart as you see Hale looking a bit agitated.

“She tripped, couldn’t let her ruin that pretty face you love so much.” Juice teased Hale raising your chin slightly to look at Juice wink before he went back to fixing your car “Need a ride?” Hale asked looking at your car “No need, her cars almost done!” Juice said from under your car and you muttered a thank you slightly.

“Well you be careful (Y/N). SOA isn’t the kind of people you should keep around you.” Hale said before leaving causing you to laugh.

“Juan Carlos Ortiz, I fucking love you! How can I repay you?” You asked bending down as he rolled out from under your car “Cook for me? Your place? Tonight?” He asked looking up at you as you nodded smiling like an idiot.


 You were making tacos per Juan’s request and his love for Mexican food. You were in a long shirt adding the finished toppings on the tacos, you began to yawn feeling sleep take over you. “Juan! Tacos are done!” You yelled hoping he could hear you through the running water. When Juan got to your house he was all muddy from a run and you couldn’t have all that mud in your house so you demanded he take a shower before eating a damn thing, which he did willingly smiling.

Once he was done he put on some sweats and was going to grab his shirt but he realized it was still dirty so he threw it in your washer, when get walked towards the kitchen he could smell the tacos and just as he was about to say something he heard your light murmurs. He leaned over to see you fast asleep on the couch, he smiled widely staring at you taking in your beauty, your soft skin, your pink lips, the way your hair fell on your face as you began to stir, Juice was in a trance until he heard a knock on your door.

Juice quickly made his way to the kitchen turning on the faucet and sprinkling water on his face and bare chest, he pulled his sweats dangerously low showing off his v-lines as he open the door “(Y/N)-” Hale started but stopped once he noticed it was Juice and not you, then he took in Juices appearance and something right then and there told Hale to give up his attempts “I’m sorry to disturb you both..” Hale said looking at the floor then back to his car “Nah, it’s cool. We just finished up. I do want to talk to you though.” Juice said closing the door softly behind him causing him to step closer to Hale.

“You see (Y/N), she’s gorgeous, a stunner, beautiful, funny, smarted, well rounded, and I like her. So do me a favor and leave her the fuck alone, because the club will be the last of your concerns if you don’t back off my girl. Got it.” Juice said lowly looking fiercely at Hale and before he could even answer Juice had closed the door, making his way to the kitchen.

“Juan..” you said softly sounded husky because of your mini nap, you saw him flinch slightly “Yeah?” He said kneeling down in front of you “Did you mean all of those things you said to Hale?” You asked softly rubbing your eyes “Yeah, I think you’re a great girl…” he said softly rubbing your knee gently.

“So speak up dummy, I don’t want to hear it from a closed door.” You said kissing his forehead. “But you told Hale and me you weren’t looking for a relationship?” He asked confused now “Yeah because this Puerto Rican kid who doesn’t speak a lick of Spanish captured my mind from the first day that he fixed my car.” You said looking down.

“Well in that case, how about I take you out to a nice quaint bar in town, and we get to know each other.” Juice said smiling at you “Yeah, TM is so quaint. Oh and Juan, I’m not anyone’s Old fucking lady.” You said winking as you made your way to the bedroom with a big smile on your face. “Juan! ¿Eres mío? (Are you mine?)” You called out “Si! I don’t know what you said but yeah, sure!” He yelled back at you laughing.

“You are my mine Juan. All mine.” You said letting your sleep take over you.

Pebbles (NSFW)

Sixpenceee Stories Contest (September - October 2016) Second Place Winner

Story by Sixpenceee user UnsettlingStories; Tumblr

We thought we were having a hell of a hailstorm when we woke up in the middle of the night to a peal of thunder and the sound of our cabin being pelted. It went on for about a minute, then it stopped. There wasn’t any rain, which was strange. We went back to sleep, faintly aware of the smell of something burning. I figured it was probably from a lightning strike somewhere else.

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About Last Night- Dave Hodgman

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Dave x Reader

Words- 5,123

Warnings- SMUT, cheating, some have cried while reading (bwahahaha)

Prompt-  “I hope everybody saw that because I will probably never be able to do it again.

A/N- So I wrote this for @dumbass-stilinski competition and wasn’t going to originally post this on my page,  however some people are asking for a part two so i would like to have both on my page. With that being said i will not write a part two unless you guys let me know what you want to see because i have absolutely no idea where to go from here!

Also, HAPPY DAVE WEEK Y’ALL. @ninja-stiles and i are so excited to see what y’all come up with!!!

Thank you to @were-cheetah-stiles for proofreading this for me. Shes such a babe. I hope y’all enjoy!!!!


Originally posted by lifeinabooktorn

“Y’know you haven’t changed a day since you turned 18?” My best friend, Natalie said aloud as we were sitting on my couch looking through old photos of the two of us. She was holding a picture of me from my 18th birthday up to my face, looking for any difference.

“That’s sooo not true” I tried defending, but she was right. I hadn’t changed one bit. Normally, people wouldn’t have a problem with not aging. Pretty much everyone wants to look as young as possible, for as long as possible. But that was just not the case for me.

Everyone in this world ages like normal until they turn 18. But when their 18th birthday finally comes, they stop aging until they’ve met their soulmate, so that they can grow old together. Sounds cute right? I used to think it was cute too.

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I’ll Be Stumbling Away

Read Part 1 [Here]

Warnings:  Wonder Woman Spoilers, PTSD Mentions

Rated: M  

Part 2 of the thing I started yesterday…There’s a read more link down there.  Or you can go to Ao3, also linked.

1292 words

Diana Prince/Steve Trevor

Read it on AO3

Steve winced as the water hit his back.  

It was still too hot. No matter how he tried to move the faucet handle, he couldn’t get the water anywhere near a comfortable temperature.

Not to mention he was still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he’d somehow…some way…ended up alive.  And in the future.  

Far in the future.  Almost a hundred years in the future.

He couldn’t think about that.  So he concentrated on how to work the shower.  He’d be damned if he was going to call Alfred in here again to show him how it worked.  He prided himself on his ability to figure things out.  

He’d disarmed bombs before.  He could adjust the temperature of water.  

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Chase You Down (4)

Bucky x Reader

Based off of Chase You Down by RUNAGROUND

Summary: The infamous Brooklyn mob boss, Bucky Barnes, has a tendency of sleeping around and killing people on a short fuse. So what happens when a certain girl catches his eye and turns his already shitty world upside down?

BEFORE YOU READ: this is a semi-oc fic! You can still insert your name into the fic, that’s not changing. However, ‘you’, will have some characteristics that ‘you’ might not actually have in real time. It just fits the story better if I actually describe it instead of leaving holes in the story. Enjoy!

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), swearing, fluff, angst (grab a tissue box you’re going to need it)

Word Count: 2.7k+


Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Epilogue

Originally posted by oreo-wonderbatch

I love waking up to a warm bed side. Companionship is amazing and going to bed and waking up to the person you love most is an amazing feeling.

It’s been almost a week since the house incident and I haven’t let her out of my sight. I know I’m being paranoid, but I can’t help it. I’m scared for her. I’m worried what might happen to her if I take my eyes off her for too long. I can’t lose her.

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Why?| Bucky Barnes X Reader. (Part 7)

Summary: Reader started to question their relationship and then walks in on something she never expected.

Pairing: Reader x Steve, Reader x Wesley, Reader x Michelle

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1000+

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Maggie and Lucy knew it was an act, right from the start, the bravado.  No matter how many comments Alex threw out about how ‘this isn’t necessary’ and 'I don’t even know why you’re bringing me here’.

An act.

An act they would see through even if they didn’t know that Alex took sponge baths, and couldn’t be in the bathroom alone when she took them.  Even if they didn’t know how Alex froze if the sound of running water caught her by surprise.  Even if they didn’t know about the nightmares.

An act they saw through because her voice was just too high, because her grip on their hands was turning her knuckles white.  Because she had asked them to do this with her, for her, and seemed to be fighting every step.

At home, they sat in the bathroom whenever she asked, they warned her before turning on a faucet, they cuddled her between them, doing their best to wipe the tears away as soon as they formed.

Walking from the parking lot to the beach, they squeezed her hands as hard as she was theirs, they kept the conversation going, urging her forward, but making sure she knew she didn’t have to.

Making sure she knew that this was entirely her choice.

The sound of the ocean grew louder.  Alex’s steps grew slower.

“This is stupid,” she mumbled, coming to a full stop, pulling her hands free and wrapping her arms around herself.

“No,” Lucy quickly said, stepping in front of Alex.  "No.  Nothing about this is stupid.“

"I’m a grown woman afraid of water.”

“And for a good reason,” Maggie said.  "We can go, if you want.“

Alex looked to where the ocean was, still hidden behind a row of resorts and a raised board walk.  She shook her head, then looked to the ground.

"I grew up on the ocean, I know it’s different than…”

Than tubs and showers and tanks designed to drown her.

She took a deep breath, then grabbed their hands again and started to walk.  Her knuckles still turned white, but her steps were more sure than before.

They turned around one of the hotels, and the ocean spread out before them.

Alex stopped.  Her muscles tense.  She closed her eyes for a moment, the nodded.

Her steps were slow as they walked towards the sand, then stopped completely once they stepped into it.

“How do you feel?” Maggie softly asked.

Alex nodded, then shrugged.

“Do you want to go to the water?” Lucy asked.

Alex shook her head.  "No.  Can we just sit on the sand for a while?“

"Of course,” Lucy replied.  "Whatever you want.“

Breaking the Ice

Pairing: Oak x Reader

Word Count: 1866

Tag Crew: @butlinislin @imagineham @insane-hamilton-imagines @imaginebeinghamiltrash @daveedish @musicalmoriarty @crazypurplebananas @secretschuylersister @icanneverbesatisfied @hamfan22 @hanakatsumi @chloehamiltonn @patron-saintof-sluts @americanrevelation 

You leaned over the counter in the apartment you shared with your boyfriend of almost a year and mused over what a whirlwind your relationship had been. He was incredible busy because of Hamilton and you kept busy with the record store where you had worked since you moved to New York City. You smiled and shook your head when you heard Oak yell something at the television. He was watching football and you could only assume a bad call was made. 

“Hey Oak?" 

"Yeah babe, what’s up?” He didn’t look away from the game.

“The swings are in this weekend right?”

“Yeah, why?” He turned to face you from the couch.

“Soooo you will be home all weekend,” you said playfully.

“What did you have in mind (Y/N)… something fun I hope,” he said with a toothy grin and waggled his eyebrows at you.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

(Y/N) 2:00pm: - Hey Mom! Everything is all set for you to come this weekend!

Mom 2:01pm: - Great! I’m so excited to finally meet Oak. 

(Y/N) 2:02pm: - I know right. He is going to be so surprised. I’ll see you on Saturday! Love you!

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“We’ll find her.” Derek Hale

Warning: Trigger Warning

1.7K word count


“We have to find her.” Derek grabs his coat and heads for the door. “Woah, wait a minute.” Scott rushes for him and places a hand on his shoulder preventing him from leaving just yet. “We don’t even know where to look yet. Are you sure she’s even missing?” He questions him. “Yes, I’m sure. She would never take off somewhere and not tell me.” Derek exclaims, forehead bruiting. He looks past Scott to the other members of the pack. He thought to himself how lucky he is to have such a great group of people to have his back, and Y/N’s. “I mean, who would even want to take her?” Stiles chimes in. “I don’t know.” Derek shakes his head, eyes downcast towards the floor. “Whoever has her, we can take them.” Lydia speaks, Kira nodding in agreement. “When was the last time you saw her?” Scott asks. The pack looks to Derek. “I dropped her off to a friends for the night. This morning when I went to pick her up her friend said that she took off last night. Said she was coming home to me.” Lydia sighs. “Y/N’s not one to run away. Something’s happened.” Derek’s hands clench into fists. “Well, let’s just split up. Search everywhere we can.”

Derek and Stiles go in Derek’s Camaro to the old Hale house in the woods. “Haven’t been here in a while.” Stiles says as they pull up. “Neither have I.” Derek steps out of the vehicle with Stiles close behind. Just before they enter the house Derek stops, Stiles almost running into the back of him. Stiles hesitates asking Derek what he hears, knowing it’s probably not good considering the circumstances.Derek goes inside without a word and goes into the living room to be greeted by a familiar face. Kate sits on a dusty old chair swimming a sharp knife in her hand. She smirks when her and Derek lock eyes, standing to her feet. “Hey, gorgeous.” She smiles menacingly. Derek’s jaw locks trying to will away the overpowering urge to kill her instantly. “Why so mad?” She tilts her head to the side like a confused puppy, but she knows exactly whats going on. “Where is she.” He demands. “Who are we talking about, sweetie?” Kate asks. Derek takes in a slow deep breath through his nose, and Stiles knows he’s about to blow. “Where. Is. She.” Kate puts her hands up in defense. “Easy, killer, she’s fine. For now.” She smirks. “There is one way you can see her alive again if you’d like.” She offers. Derek stays silent and as still as a rock, eyes trained on Kate. “I’ll let her go… Under one condition. You leave her.” Stiles stays behind Derek near the door, ready for a quick get-away. “What?” Derek’s eyebrows furrow. “You leave her. For me.” Kate smiles. “I don’t like the fact that you’ve moved on, Derek, and I want you all,” she places the tip of the knife against his throat. “to,” she lowers the blade down his chest. “myself.” The blade continues down his torso until Derek reaches out and smacks it out of her hand with so much speed Kate doesn’t have a chance to attack back. He encloses his hand around her throat and raises her up until her feet don’t touch the ground then slams her against the nearest wall. “WHERE IS SHE?!” He roars, his eyes glowing and fangs protruding. Kate struggles to breathe under his incredibly tight hold. Stiles rushes over. “Derek, stop! If you kill her, we’ll never find Y/N.” Derek realizes Stiles is right. He lets go of her and she slides down the wall grasping her throat trying to breathe again. “I’ll give you one more chance to tell me where she is.” Derek commands of her. “I don’t know.” Kate sputters. “She got away a few hours ago, she could be anywhere by now.” She tells. That’s all Derek needs to hear as he makes his way back outside to his car. Stiles chases him down and just barely gets into the passenger side seat before Derek speeds off.

“Do you think she was telling the truth?” Stiles asks. Derek shakes his head, “I don’t know, but we’ve got nothing else.” They drive around back alleys and city streets for hours, searching. But still nothing. “Ok, lets think. Where would Kate be keeping Y/N thats not in town.” Stiles thinks. “I know a few spots, and their all in the woods.” The tires on the Camaro screech as they do a u-turn in the middle of the road and change direction. “There’s some old underground cellars my family used to use on full moons in the woods out of town, but I haven’t been there in years.” Derek says. He increases his speed, sliding around corners that were recently made wet from the rain. About another ten minutes of driving and they come along dirt paths around old abandoned historical homes in Beacon Hills. “Here? You sure were not going to get killed out here?” Stiles looks at his surroundings through the car window. These homes are old and crumbling apart, bricks falling and vines growing up the sides. “If anything does kill you, it’ll be me. Shut up.” Derek barks at him. He parks in a small clearing of trees, his windshield washers working overtime against this downpour. He and Stiles try to see through the rain for any sign that people were here. Then, a burst of hope shoots into Derek’s chest when he sees something moving in the distance. “Stay here.” He tells Stiles as he climbs out of the car, his skin and clothes becoming soaked within the first ten seconds. He squints his eyes to see, seeing a figure standing about fifteen feet away from him. “Y/N…” He mumbles. He knows it’s her, he just knows. He runs towards her, seeing her recognizable facial features through the rain. He envelopes her in his arms and she collapses in them, utterly exhausted from the events these past twenty-four hours. He helps her walk back to the car and slides her into the backseat before getting in next to her. “You’re driving us home.” He tells Stiles. He complies immediately and runs around to the drivers side. During the ride back to the loft, Stiles calls the rest of the pack telling them that Y/N’s been found whilst Derek comforts her in the backseat. Once they get home, Stiles helps them both inside before leaving them be by themselves.

-Y/N’s POV-
Derek lays me on his bed, gingerly looking me over for injuries. “What happened?” He asks softly. I try to remember, but nothing comes into my mind. It’s like my mind is trying to block out all the scary parts, which happens to be all of it. “I can’t remember. I cant remember any of it.” Obviously I got hurt, there’s blood along my arms and chest. How I got hurt, that’s what I don’t know. Derek gently takes off my jacket and shoes, looking at the bruises and scratches along my arms. He doesn’t speak a word as he cleans them out and applies medicine to them, eyes focused like a laser. “You should take a shower. Here, I’ll help you.” He helps me stand and get my footing back. “It’s ok, Der, I can shower on my own.” He looks at me wearily. “Really,” I place my clean hand on his cheek. “I’ll be ok.” I murmur. He nods, watching me make my way into the bathroom and close the door behind myself. I peel my wet clothes off my body, and toss them into the corner. The shower water is hot, making my skin feel prickly from the contrast in temperature. I stand under the faucet for a while, just letting the water cascade over my cold skin. The past twenty-four hours have been a blur, and I only have bits and pieces of memories I’m trying to fit together. Its like an insanely hard jigsaw puzzle and it makes my head hurt. One of the few handfuls of memories I have are of someone wearing a mask telling me lies. Feeding me false information about the people I love, telling me lies about them and making me believe it. Hurting me and making me believe these insane stories, mostly about Derek. How he never loved me, how he is just using me to make himself feel good. I look down at the water by my feet and it’s completely bloody, making me gasp. My breathing becomes erratic with new memories flooding my mind about what they did to me. I thrash thrash against them as they tie me to a chair and laugh at me. Before I know it, my vision becomes foggy and I’m loosing my balance. Then, a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around my wait, keeping me up and holding me close. Derek’s voice is soothing and slowly calming me down as he rests his scruffy chin against my shoulder from behind. He glides his lips along my wet skin and makes me melt in his arms. My breathing is back to normal and I feel exhausted from everything. But in Derek’s arms I feel… Whole. He turns me around so we’re face to face. His eyes are gentle kind as they stare into mine. I feel my bottom lip tremble, Derek’s eyes falling when he notices. “It’s ok.“ He gathers me into his arms and I lean my head against his chest, letting the warm water and his hands relax me into bliss. He threads his hands through my hair and glides his hands along my back and wherever he can reach, not in a sexually or lustful way, but in a loving way. He loves me to his very core and I the same, which is shown through his gentle actions with me. “I’m so sorry.” He whispers in my ear, kissing the outer shell. “I love you.” I remind him, something that will never not be true. “Like you have no idea.” He agrees. We’ll get through this. Together.

Saudade (9)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: She’s willing to do anything to keep Bucky out of harm’s way, that’s why she’s so expendable, and expendability is dangerous.

Word Count: 1.6k+

Warnings: swearing, angst, violence



Originally posted by b-n-a-o

After careful observation, the disassembled team, excluding Steve and Bucky, concluded that Y/n wasn’t a threat. They heard about the heart wrenching break up (everyone in the Royal Compound did) and it was plain as day that it’s eating her alive. Her eyes were red and glossy from all the tears that she shed and she always felt like puking. She had ripped her own heart in order to save Bucky’s, but it was worth it. It always was.

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Chapter Sixty-Three: Tutta la mia vita, sei tu

A/N: Thank you to everyone who had read, commented, reviewed, appreciated and motivated the story do far. Every single one of you matters to me and I humbly thank you for keeping up with me and Elle. 

This one is for you, daddy. I’ll forever miss you.
xx Bea

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Night Falls: Chapter 10

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 3,006


A/N: Hi y’all. So I know you all know about my cousin, and my accident, but finishing this chapter was a nice distraction. 

So here is chapter 10. Enjoy!

Night Falls Masterlist

“Y/N?” There’s a muffled knock on the door, causing your eyes to open and slowly take in the plain room of the safe house. You rub your tired eyes, not remembering having fallen asleep.

You gingerly push yourself from the bed, your body aching with exhaustion as you crack open the door with a yawn.

“Yeah?” You ask groggily to a smiling Hannah.

“Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” She speaks softly, like your mother would when you were sick. You take in her face; the light wrinkles hidden under foundation, and you suddenly wonder how old Hannah is. 

“We hadn’t heard from you in a while.”

You glance over your shoulder to the clock on the bedside table, the dials showing 5:48.

“Sorry about that, I must of fallen asleep.”

Hannah just smiles, her eyes crinkling.

“No problem.”

The two of you just stand there in an awkward silence and you bite the inside of your lip as you shift your weight from one foot to the other. 

“I’ll just head back downstairs.” She points to the staircase and you nod, watching with a forced smile until she disappears.

Do they not teach people skills at Quantico? You wonder with a sigh and wander across the hallway and into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. 

After the craziness and exhaustion of the last two days, rather than turn on the shower, water spurts from the faucet and begins filling the basin of the tub.

You pour in some lavender bubble bath you had picked up from the store and undress, stepping out of your clothes and sinking yourself down as the steaming water rushes around you. 

Your body instantly unwinds in the relaxing scent and warmth of the water, and as the tub reaches its capacity, you reach your foot out and shut the water off, sinking yourself into a sea of bubbles and closing your eyes.

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Breakdown, Chapter 1

The wheels on the bus go round and round, usually.  At the end of another summer, Mabel and Dipper find themselves waylaid halfway between Gravity Falls and Piedmont.  Thankfully, as responsible teenage siblings without even the slightest undercurrent of weird sexual tension between them, their unsupervised isolation does not cause them to discover any sort of inappropriate urges and then act upon them.  Oh wait- 

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Workspace: Part Three

Part Two

In honour of trying to post this tonight, I haven’t edited it. I will tomorrow, but for now. Here’s part 3.

It was the sun that woke me the next morning. The warm orange colour peeking in through the curtains that were strung across my window, the small sliver of light blinding me. The brightness made me aware of my headache and also acutely aware that my right arm was caught under something. My eyes were still heavy with sleep and I wanted to move, but it was too early and I was so tired. So, I draped my free arm over my eyes and fell back to sleep.

The beep, beep, beeping of my alarm clock woke me next. I clumsily slammed down on the large button to mute it. It felt like I’d only been asleep for a minute or two, and unfortunately my headache was still persistent. I sighed and closed my eyes willing the pounding in my head to subside. As I did, blotchy imagines of the previous nights festivities raced through my mind. Stiles’s face as I yelled at him, Scott and Kira making out after we won Trivia, and the tall cute boy I bumped into. I wonder if I’ll ever run into him again? I wonder if Lydia knows him? She knows everyone. I made a mental note to ask her later today.

My mind wondered, to my dismay, back to Stiles. I couldn’t recount everything I’d said to him last night, but I know that drunk me gives no quarter. I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling in my room, finally realising I was indeed home. But for the life of me, I couldn’t remember how I had gotten here. There’s no way I could have been that drunk, right? So drunk to forget how it was I’d gotten home. I didn’t have that much, or did I? I started counting on one hand all the alcoholic beverages I’d consumed. I counted 6 beers, which wouldn’t be bad if weren’t for the 4 round of shots I had too. The thought of consuming anymore liquor made me quiver.

I turned my head toward the clock, a little too fast, and checked how much time I had before I had to get ready for work.


I was the genius that agreed to going out drinking with a bunch of strangers on a Monday night, knowing full well I’d have to get up and go to work the next day. And all just to make friends.

“It was fun though.” I thought idly. The ache in my head beginning to become too aggressive. I rubbed hand over my temple, but only one because my other one was still trapped…

I frowned. Oh right, my arm was still being kept hostage. Slowly, I turned my head to the right and gasped in horror.

To my disbelief, Stiles laid next to me. His hair was extra messy shooting this way and that from sleep and his mouth hung open. A wave of dread washed over me and I snatched my arm back hard, startling the sleeping boy awake. His eyes fluttered open and a scowl festered on his face as he tried to assess the situation in his groggy state. When he saw me, his eyes were wide with recognition then confusion then realisation. He shot up in bed and stubbled off onto the ground then kneeled next to the bed, his expression now one of bemusement. Instinctively, I grabbed the sheet to cover up my torso. It was only then that I noticed I wasn’t wearing anything but a white oversized shirt, that I know wasn’t mine, and bright pink panties. He was wearing black boxer briefs, and a bewildered almost petrified look on his face. Neither one of us spoke for a long time, the silence and tension filling the small confines of my room. I watched him watch me, gauging his mood as I’m sure he was mine. I wanted him to leave now. My mind race with the unsettling possibility that we…that I…

“I’m going to take a shower.” I said finally hoping he’d find that as his cue to leave. I swung my legs off the side of the bed and slide onto the floor bringing the sheet with me. I wrapped it around myself and, whilst never taking my eyes off him, meekly walked past him and out of the room. I waddled into my bathroom, the sheets making it had for me to walk, and shut the door softly behind me with a faint click. I dropped the sheet, now that I was safely inside, and stumbled over to the tub’s faucet. I grabbed a knob and twisted it all the way so it burst to life instantly. A second later, I pulled the tab on the faucet and the shower now poured free. I closed the curtain but didn’t undress. Instead, I tip toed to the door and pressed my ear against it.

“At Y/N’s house.” I heard Stiles’s voice slightly muffled through the door. “I’ll explain later. Look Scott, just come get me!“ He paused. “I’ll wait outside. K. Bye.”

It was quiet after that. I pressed my ear harder to the door but heard nothing. Until…

“Fuck,” his voice was a hard whisper. “Where’s my shirt!”

I looked down quickly to the over sized shirt clad on my body. His? My mind raced. I pulled at the collar and brought it to my nose, I inhaled deeply. It smelled of cigarettes, a warm comforting scent(vanilla maybe), and faintly of me. I took only a second thinking of whether or not I should give it back to him. But before I could make a decision I heard my front door shut. I froze, pressing my ear, impossibly, further into the hard door trying to decipher any noise that would indicate he was still there. After several minutes, I cracked open the bathroom door peeking my head out and looking around. There was no sign of him. I walked back to my bedroom, where the comforter laid pooled at the foot of my bed. No Stiles here. I turned on my heels back to the bathroom and turned off the shower. I took a deep breath as I went over the events of last night. How did we end up here? Did we…? I’m mean we must of…? Or did we…? I rubbed my face with both hands in frustration and walked to the sink to splash some cold water on my face. When I saw my reflection in the mirror, I gasped. There were hickeys trailing from my clavicle all way to my collarbone and even a few small ones on my neck. Anger coarse through me as I examined them.

“That fucker.” I muttered to myself pulling down the collar of his shirt to only find the marks went further down.

My alarm clock rang out from the other room once again and I knew it was time for me to get ready for work or I’d be late. With sigh, I pulled off the shirt his smell filling my nostrils as I did. I stared at myself reiteratively in the mirror.

“Guess I’ll be wearing a scarf today.” I said sardonically to myself.

“What’s with the hideous scarf?” Lydia teased jocularly as I sat at my desk.

I blushed. She seemed to have recovered surprisingly well for someone who’d literally drank herself stupid the pervious night.

“I like it.” I lied.

In fact, I hated this scarf for the simple fact that it was hideous but it was the only thing I could find to cover the grotesque markings along my neck.

“It looks like something my Aunt Ami would wear.” Kira grumbled from the the desk next to me. She had her elbow resting on her desk with her head cradled in her hand. She looked like a sick puppy. Malia didn’t look any better and I wasn’t sure she was even awake as she lay her head face down on her desk, still as a statue.

“Looks like they had a good time last night.” I said to Lydia loud enough for only her to here.

“Yeah.” She whispered back with a giggle. “Speaking of which, what happened to you last night?”

I flush at her question and quickly tried to get my wits about me.

“Oh, I just…you know went home.”

“Oh, well Scott said something about you and Stiles getting into an argument.” Lydia quizzed.

“Did he say anything else?” I hissed feeling my scalp starting to prickle from the adrenaline running through my body.

“No? What else would he have to say?” She eyes me skeptically.

Shit. I’ve just given myself away. Quickly Y/N, recover !

“What? Nothing. Well what I mean is I don’t remember much from last night and I was looking for someone to fill the gaps.”

Lydia seemed satisfied with this answer but continued to give me an I-know-you’re-up-to-something stare.

“Good Morning Lydia.” A smooth cool voice says from behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see the same tall guy from the bar, walking past our group of desks with a guy with a serious expression and chiselled muscles that were accented by his shirt.

“Morning boys.” She said in her sweet but sultry voice.

Tall boy’s eyes caught sight of me and flashed a wicked smile then bowed his head bashfully.

“Who are they?“ I asked trying to sound casual.

“The tall one’s Issac and muscly one is Derek.” She smirked and shook her head like she was recalling a private memory.

“Isaac.” I said dreamily and clasp my hands together exaggeratedly.

“Yes weirdo, why?” She giggled.

“I don’t know. I bumped into him at the bar and he captured me with this gorgeous eyes.” I swooned.

“Well just be careful.” She smiled and shook her head again.

“Careful?” I asked flummoxed.

“Yeah, because-”

“Because he’s a tool.” Stiles’s words hit me and I froze. I could feel my heart lodge itself in my throat and I uneasily turned to face him. He was wearing khakis straight jeans and a light blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. His hair was tousled but with purpose and he’s glasses had found their way back on his face. I found myself unable to respond to him. I just stood there watching him watching me, warm honey brown to grainy hazel .

“Time is money, people and you’re on my time. Back to work.” Martha said lazily to us as she walked to her office. We all regarded each other briefly before sitting down and working. Everyone but Stiles and I. For a second longer we gazed at each other, neither of us being able to form words. He glanced down and for a moment I was sure he was checking me out.

“Nice scarf.” He smirked, disproving my suspicions. He winked before sitting down his backside now to me.

I frowned at the back of his head and pulled the scarf from my throat a bit.

“Fucker.” I mumbled as I too began working.

Martha called me into her office around noon to go over some new hire paperwork. But by the time I left she’d sent me off with a pile of papers larger then I could carry. I managed to make it past the door of her office without hindrance but didn’t make it very far once outside. A small but brawny boy with blonde hair and big blue eyes flew past me, causing most of my papers to scatter in all directions on the floor. He noticed but didn’t slow down as he hollered an apology at me and shrugged. I sighed out of annoyance and bent down to pick up the escaped papers.

“Excuse Liam, he’s brainless.” The voice was familiar but not one I recognised.

“Oh, it’s fine. He seemed in a hurry…” I glanced up once and was met with an intense blue gaze. Leaning down to help me was the cute boy from the bar.


I blushed immediately feeling my face grow warmer. It wasn’t until after several seconds had past that I realised I hadn’t said anything to him. Amazingly though, he let me gawk in embarrassing awe as he gave me smile that made me feel like it was an honour for me to be in the presence of it. Isaac placed another piece of paper atop the pile resting in my arms.

“Thanks.” I managed to get out as we both stood, me a bit gentler as to not topple the tower of papers again.

“Of course.” He grinned and began walking, and I followed him a few paces behind.

“You’re Y/N, right?” He quizzed.

Oh my god. He knows my name?

“Yeah.” I mumbled shyly. “And your Isaac.”

“You’ve heard of me?” He said almost smugly, I must have misinterpreted the tone.

“No, Lydia told me you’re name this morning.” We were heading back to my row of desks and I was now instep with him.

“Awe, yes. Lydia Martin.” He marvelled but something was unsettling about the tone.

“You know each other well?” I questioned.

“We go back.” He stated vaguely, he was giving nothing away. “What about you, Y/N?” His beautiful voice saying my name sending waves through me.

“What about me?” I blushed, pushing a loose lock of hair behind my ear which fell loose again seconds later.

We’d arrived at the front of my row of desk.

“I’m an open book.” I said readjusting the papers in my arms.

“A book I’d like to read.” He said coolly, tucking the strand behind my ear for me.

“Come out with me Friday? I’ll show you the town.” His smile transfixed me and I’d yes before I knew I had.

“Friday.” He called over his shoulder as he sashayed away down the hall. “Oh, and nice scarf!”

I rolled my eyes but giggled excitedly to myself. Day two of work and I already have a date?That’s how its done! I turned to head to my desk when I was stopped by Stiles’s sharp narrow gaze pointed at me. And for reasons unknown, I felt guilty. Like I’d just been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. But why? Why did I feel like this? Better yet, why did Stiles’s stare make me feel like this? Why was he staring at all? Like I’d done something unspeakable. What happened last night? I clenched my teeth and shut my eyes tightly, feeling my headache coming back. How am I to find out what happened last? No one knows but me, Stiles, and….


I’m All Out Of Love

Title: I’m All out Of Love

Author: @jensen-jarpad

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Summary: Jensen and the reader get into a discussion over their future together and things don’t go well.

Word Count: 2700

Warnings: Cursing, sadness, fluff.

A/N: This is my entry for Elsie’s ( @deanwinchester-af​ ) 25 Songs Challenge. My song is All Out Of Love by Air Supply. Hope you guys like it, feedback is welcomed!

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Creepypasta #827: Bath Water

Length: Super long

While I have some scary incidents that happened throughout my younger life, this one has probably stuck with me the most.

I remember when I was a little boy, and my parents used to live in this crummy apartment somewhere in Cleveland, Ohio. I reminisce to the days of the constant smell of mildew and mothballs, as my parents lived in a pigsty of clothes and old trash. They’re not bad people, no, they’re just not the cleanest in the world.

My parents room had one TV, one bed, a near empty dresser, and the rest of the dresser’s clothes scattered on the floor. They had decent jobs: My mom was a clerk at at this big grocery store that had hundreds of people storm in a day, and my dad worked as a valet for this fancy hotel, so he always got good tips.

It’s just that, my family never cared much for buying furniture, or anything that would liven up our home, so we stayed in that pigsty for a year. Wasn’t the greatest of my childhood memories. But, not because of the ugly environment, or the tiny, but effective smell of dirty clothes and a hint of fruity air freshener. I mean, the mixture of those smells made the room smell slightly of rotten fruit. It wasn’t those things at all, in fact, I didn’t even mind the smell that much.

No, it wasn’t any of those. It was the bathroom that terrified me. I remember being at a height where I could just see a tiny spec of my head when I walked past the mirror, and seeing a black shadow sitting in the corner. I was too short to see the full figure, and when I would do a quick jump up to get a glance, it’d be gone. 

On days when my parents were alone in their rooms, and I would be left alone in the other side of the apartment, I’d go to the bathroom to go pee and see that the mirror would be fogged up like someone had just got done taking a shower. Even the heat you feel basking around after the shower was present. But I specifically remember my parents not even using the bathroom that day, as both of them were most likely napping after a long shift. I mean, even if they had used it, they didn’t take showers in the evening.

I always felt like I was being watched, but not by a bad presence. But rather a presence… Of comfort. I never felt scared when I felt this sense overwhelm me, rather I’d just smile and go back to playing with my Tonka truck or whatever I was doing. The reason I’d never feel worried, is because I was just a tyke then, and never took a second chance to think that a sudden change of emotion in a room would be something horrible.

However, I had a feeling that warm presence wasn’t the only one nested in our apartment. Sometimes I’d watch Looney Tunes in my room with my tiny little television, and feel a cold chill go up my spine and I’d feel like something wasn’t right. When this feeling happened, I would usually run to my mom and dad and hang out with them instead, watching game shows and occasionally looking out their open door, nervous. But I never saw anything suspicious.

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I Missed You - 1

Request/Summary: Sam and Dean went on a hunt for a few days whilst their younger sister stayed with John. John came back very drunk from a really bad hunt and things went down hill from there.

Pairings: brother!dean x reader, brother!sam x reader

Words: 2,309

Warnings: mentions of abuse, some swearing, a little tiny bit of death, fluff?

Specific time/Important info: season 1

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The sound of the impala speeding away quickly became faint as you watched your brothers drive away from the motel room you were staying in. They’d gone to hunt some vampires a few cities over and said that they’d be back in a few days; meaning you had to stay with your ‘dad’ until they came back. ‘Great’ you thought to yourself. John had never been much of a father to you; constantly expressing how your brothers were so much better than you, always getting pissed off at you for not being a decent hunter who was as good as Sam and Dean, consistently telling you to stop reading those ‘stupid’ books that ‘won’t get you anywhere in life’- the list goes on. In fact, it only took 15 minutes after the two other Winchesters left for him to announce that he was going on a hunt too. Apparently his ‘friend’ (why someone would be friends with him, you didn’t know) had found a case and needed your father’s help.

“Lock the door as soon as I leave, make sure the windows are locked at all times, salt everything and under no circumstances will you leave or open the door unless you are sure it is me or your brothers. Understood?” John barked at you.

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