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An open letter to my husband

by reddit user VenomousHeroine

A friend of mine recently bought a second hand laptop from a busy garage sale, the seller said that the thing won’t turn on. Being the nerd that he is, my friend got it working and found a strange letter saved on it. He mailed it to me after I asked him if I could share it here. So here goes:

“Dear Matthew,

I’m writing to you to tell you that I know everything that you do not want me to know. I know you must dread hearing this- especially coming from me, but I really need you to listen to what I have to say.

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Just Friends

Originally posted by snowfox934

Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: a hoes gotta hoe when a hoes gotta hoe

Words: 653

Prompt: porn

Warnings: can u feel the angst tonight, smut, unprotected sex (IT WOULDN’T BE A SHOCK IF YOU WRAPPED YOUR COCK)


Nothing but the sound of both your moans fill the electric air of the room, crackling with tension, hands never ceasing their movements.

Bucky’s hands are everywhere and nowhere at the same, trying to memorize every curve of your body, his hips slamming repeatedly into the crux of your thighs, your welcoming warmth pulling him into you, his senses filled with you and nothing but you.

His name sounds sweet on your lips, musical even, holding him captive the gentle roll of the syllable leaving your mouth in repetitive succession as it if were the one thing that you knew how to say, how to remember.

He’s missed this, the sensation of you, the sounds of your pleasure-dazed words. He’s missed your kisses, your voice. He’s missed you.

Of course, there’s no way in hell that he’d admit that. He’s much too…he’s much too Bucky to admit that. That was the deal after all. No feelings.

He’s unable to look away, taking in the flush of your body, the heaving of your chest, your parted lips, wild hair, words begging him to keep going. He doesn’t stop, continuing in his movements, finding it difficult to get enough of you.

Leaning down, he’s kissing you, stealing your breath with the insistent press of his lips upon your own, pressing pressing pressing. Your own hands find their way into his hair, tugging at the strands, his tongue already finding its way into your mouth, lips gliding languidly over yours in a lustful kiss.

He shifts slightly, attempting to get impossibly closer to you and thrusting into you at a new angle, the tip of his cock catching something burning within you, causing you to break the kiss, back arching off the mattress, a sharp cry of his name leaving your lips.

Smirking, his pace only picks up, the wet sounds of his hips slamming into your hips vulgar. He can feel your walls clench around him, nails dragging down his back, marking him up just as he’d done to you, “You gonna come for me, darlin’? You gonna come all over my fuckin’ cock?”

Your only response is to whimper an incoherent phrase, the words sending you reeling into an orgasm. Walls fluttering around his cock, you cling to him tightly through his continuing thrusts, his own orgasm following soon after, hot strings of his release filling you.

You’re still left gasping as he pulls out and rolls to the side, heavy breaths echoing in symphony with your own.

“Fuck.” The word leaves your lips breathlessly, eyes still dazed as you looked at the ceiling.

“My, my, aren’t you insatiable?” He teases, still struggling to form the words, a light sheen of sweat covering his body.

“Go to hell.” You mumble, despite the small smile playing on your lips as you force yourself off the bed, standing on shaky legs as you get dressed.

“Thought I just took you to heaven, doll?” Bucky retorts cockily, smirking as his eyes linger on your body, taking the marks he’d left. The smirk falters momentarily. You’re not his. Not in any sense of the word. You’re not his.

He wishes you were but you don’t belong to him any more than he does to you.

No feelings.

The words repeat endlessly in his head as you pull on your shirt, hands working your hair back into a presentable state.

“Good night, Buck.” And with that, you’re making your way towards the door, focusing on being able to walk, the memory of Bucky’s hands all over you still fresh in your mind.

“Stay.” The syllable hands in the air, filling it with a different sort of tension as you pause, hand resting on the doorknob.

“You know I can’t.” He doesn’t reply. He knows. He knows the deal.

You stand a little longer than you should as you open the door, offering him one last glance.

You know the deal.

No feelings.


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“A vampire hunter?” Nathan demanded, sitting up to look down incredulously at him. “You had sex, with a vampire hunter?!”

Vlad rolled his eyes with a sigh. “Yes.”

“…a vampire hunter.”

“Please, keep repeating it. That’ll make it sound better.”

“How old were you?”

Vlad shrugged, rolling onto his back and stretching out his back as he yawned. “Hundred and something. And it wasn’t just any vampire hunter.” He smirked. “It was Helsing.” 

There was a pause, and then. “Helsing, as in Van bloody renowned vampire killer Helsing?”

“Hmm.” Vlad hummed, a content little sound in the back of his throat. “He was hunting my grandfather…this was back in the old country of course, before we had to leave…anyway, grandad wasn’t there and my father was off” he waved a hand vaguely “leering through balcony windows probably. So it’s just me and some of the drones, fucking around in the crypts. Not literally,” he adds, seeing the look on Nathan’s face. “Took a few extra screams for me to realize it wasn’t just grandfather returning. He was an impressive tracker,” the vampire conceded, “followed me all the way to the library. Even fired a crossbow at me.”

"What happened?”

“He missed.”

“Bullshit,” Nathan countered, “One-shot-Van-Helsing never missed.”

Vlad’s smile lifted crookedly, running a tongue thoughtfully over a length of fang. “First time for everything I suppose.”

anonymous asked:

do you know and y lgbt musicians ? i like any kind of music i just want less straight people in my playlists

dont we all anon?

okay so theres of course a difference between gay/bi musicians and gay/bi musicians who are overtly gay in their song writing and im assuming you mean the latter so tracy chapman and other throwbacks will be notably absent 

some of these youre gonna know but ill list as many as i can think of just in case (italicized means either never specified bi or gay identity or qu**r, bold means bi, bold italics means gay and i dont know any trans artists):

syd tha kyd (aka The Internet): super smooth r&b lesbian queen, her tracks and rhythm mix so perfectly and you’ll fall in love with her voice. highly recommend the album Ego Death (esp “special affair” “get away” “curse” “under control” and, of course, “girl”)

angel haze: rap and hip hop with super emotional and passionate riffs that REALLY get me feelin some type of way. notable tracks are “moonrise kingdom” “detox” “gods” and “bruises”.

kevin abstract: hip hop and shoegazing veeeeery dreamy and almost angelic sounding music. his debut album “american boyfriend” is all about coming to terms with his sexuality and relationships as a teenager. highly recommend listening through the whole album, it plays through a whole narrative you dont want to leave any part of the story out. (i also ranked my favs here)

frank ocean: i kno you kno frank ocean and especially if you follow me you know i never shut up about him. genre bending r&b, hip hop, and rap. notable tracks are “slide on me” “bad religion” “pink and white” “thinkin bout you” “forrest gump” “nights” “seigfried” and “self control”

be steadwell: if you like a more stripped acoustic sound and also song writing that ranges from hilarious to super engaging story premises about lesbian witches than heres ya girl. my favs are “witch” and “ambidextrous” please listen to my girlfriend who might be cheating on me.

cœure de pirate: a++ instrumentals (seriously give her instrumental album a listen) and french indie. notable tracks are “aint no sunchine” “summer wine” “oceans brawl” and “drapeau blanc”.

zolita: alt/indie and i love her voice so much. gonna be honest i mostly just listen to “explosion”.

years & years: indiepop with some synthpop here and there. can go from a flow-ey melancholy sound to hardwon upbeat without losing any of the high quality shit olly alexander is bringin to the table. “shine” and “memo” are my personal favs.

troye sivan: dude. you know who this is. (“bite” kills me btw).

willow: yeah, willow smith. yeah, that willow smith. just listen to “marceline”.

kaytranada: hip hop and rap dj who dropped his album 99.9% recently and its   g r e a t  he collabed a shit ton (of course with my girl syd thats called gay and lesbian solidarity). heres what it comes down to: if you’re gay and you love to dance this is your guy. 

alicia keys: before you jump down my throat listen to “where do we begin now” and tell me she aint fuckin gay. yeah, thats what i thought.

hayley kiyoko: this girl comes up with probably 90% of fun lesbian content so no doubt you know her. dreampop icon, my queen, and goddess of Gay Aesthetics ™ dropped her ep citrine (now streaming on spotify). notable tracks are “ease my mind” “palace” “one bad night” “this side of paradise” and “cliffs edge”.

thats all i can think of rn anyone can feel free to add on

B.A.P as Youtubers
  • Yongguk: Indie music artist, edgy monochrome home-made MV's of people walking in streets and broken buildings, actively doing charity events, does videos of him talking about social issues but with his face cut out of frame, literally everyone had tried to parody him and his voice at some point
  • Himchan: Lifestyle blogger with one of those really annoying intro's like "HELLO MY DEAR WATCHERS IT IS ME, HIMCHAN, AGAIN WITH ANOTHER VIDEO!!!". Always sponsored by beauty products, fashion lines, app games, diet foods. Really click-bait video titles and icons. Does loads of collabs because he's friends with everyone. Does regular meetups with fans.
  • Daehyun: Cover artist who changes genre of the song to make video's like "WHAT WOULD BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY SOUND LIKE IF IT WAS AN R&B TRACK??????". Probably a huge musical nerd. A little bit Thomas Sanders with the good vibes and kindness. mas massive following of teenage girls who leave disturbing graphic comments on all his videos and instagram posts. Sometimes youtubers make fun of him until they meet him at vidcon and he's just the nicest guy.
  • Youngjae: Lets Player known for his really graphically violent threats at the game as well as his sneaky tactics and bad sportsmanship in online FPS'. Has not played a single other game since Overwatch came out. Sometimes sings as he plays to deal with his burning hatred for other gamers. Has a REALLY annoying LPer intro like "WHATS UP GUYS ITS YOUNGJAE AT IT AGAIN HAHA!!!". Has his own line of tshirts and assorted merchandise with his ugly af logo on it.
  • Jongup: Makes anime parodies or commentaries of pop culture movies and has a really fucking annoying fanbase that quote the same ancient meme for 300 years. Has a line of merchall based on said annoying memes. Sometimes plays games using the voice of the popular characters of the anime's hes parodied. Once bumped into Youngjae on Overwatch and they spammed the hello emotes at each other for the whole game.
  • Junhong: Sketch-comedy videos based on his #relatable life, all of them with over-the-top youtuber titles like "MY DOG NEARLY KILLED ME :O!!" "MY GIRLFRIEND BROKE UP WITH ME BECAUSE IM TOO TALL :(!!" "I NEARLY DIED DANCING TO EDD SHEERAN!!". He owns several low-quality wigs for re-occurring characters in his sketches. Has a really embarrassing story about the time he bumped into Himchan on the streets and made a fool of himself. Himchan commented on it. One time he parodied Yongguk in a video and Yongguk put it in his favourites playlist and Junhong has never recovered.
Misdialed Call (Part Four)

Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 938

Previous Part: Part Three

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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Person A is a heavy reader. Person B isn’t. Person A usually reads the stories to Person B when they need to calm down, from what it is, Person A never asks. Person B often falls asleep to the stories from Person A’s mouth, and can never stay up long enough to finish the stories, so all they know is the (mostly) happy beginnings, and never the ends. 

Person A gives Person B their favourite book, one that’s been with them for a long time. The book has obvious signs of the love and importance it had on Person A’s life, but they know that it’s Person B’s favourite story. 

You see, Person B might not notice, but Person A always keep a check of how long it takes for Person B to fall asleep when they’re reading a book. Sometimes it’s within the 3rd chapter, other times it’s on the 23rd. But when Person A reads this book to Person B, they notice how Person B struggles to stay awake, and is always concentrating so hard on not giving in to the slumber. Person A once asked Person B if they wanted to start from the middle of the book this time (because god forbid they say, ‘Where we left off’ because that means they’ll know when they fell asleep and that’s a conversation for a later (or never) time) but Person B always politely declines and says with the sweetest voices, “No, I want to hear your voice as much as possible.” 

Person B shakily accepts the gift, and promises to give it back, but Person A declines and says, “No, you can have it. It’s yours. I know how much you love it, almost as much as I do. So here, read it, you fall asleep before the ending anyway.” And laughs it off, albeit awkwardly. 

A few days pass since the gift giving, and Person B has had minimal contact with Person A. Then one day, as Person A was in the quiet corner of the library, back hunched over a book and nail biting in progress, Person B comes in and sits in front of Person A. 


“I understand why this book is your favourite, and I don’t want to copy you but it’s now my favourite too.” Person B says quietly as they watch Person A’s eyes scan 20 words a second. Person A nods slightly. “So I have a gift for you too.”

Person A looks up from the book and stares at a copy of the same book, looking newer and less worn, but still holding the words that made them laugh, cry, and die in a matter of 2 pages. Person B smiles, and says, “It’s my copy, I bought it the day before you gave me yours. I only read the first part, because it’s all I knew in your voice. So I could never bring myself to read the rest.” Person B laughs awkwardly. 

“I mean, I don’t usually read books. But when you read them I suddenly picture myself there, in those pages, except it doesn’t feel like just pages, it feels real. My voice can’t do that, but yours can. So… When you gave me the book you had read to me over and over again, suddenly I could picture you, holding the book exactly the same way you are now, eyes scanning over the words so quickly that your voice fails to catch up, and the small hint of a smile in your voice and the sparkle in your eyes, and, believe me, I didn’t understand why people fell in love with reading but I think I’m in love with your reading. Whether it’s silent scanning of words, or quiet whispers of every second word, or when you voice the characters’ dialogue yourself to get the emotion right in your head because you haven’t heard the words said like that before, or when your reading it to me, I’m in love with you and your reading.” 

Person B is blushing furiously and Person A is //dyING AF BECAUSE ERMAGHWRHGDHGAHGRHGA// still waiting, listening, knowing that this isn’t the end of what Person B wants to say.

“You’re the person people in books fall in love with,” Person B says with a quiet voice.

(Note from author: Hi, this is me coming back after ‘leaving’ this account. I actually never left and I knew a lot of people started following me AFTER i said I wouldn’t be back, so thank you! Also the words in between the // are just my mind going weird and wanting to add in something really stupid haha, love ya’ll.)

Ten Years (Part 11)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,876

Warnings: language, fluff, confrontation

A/N: Tags are closed. I originally had something completely different written, but it no longer felt like it fit with the narrative here, so I rewrote it. I accidentally increased the amount of parts needed for this story, too. I don’t really know how I feel about it, but I feel like it was necessary. Please don’t hate me, haha. BTW - Thank you so much for the sweet messages, they are simultaneously slaying me and getting me through the day.

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

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The Secret (12)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteenepilogue.

Baekhyun had gathered all of his members in the living room first thing in the morning before anyone left for schedules. They had probably all read the article by now but none of them mentioned it as he knocked on each of their doors and asked them into the main room. He hadn’t exactly planned what to say. Maybe he should have. Maybe he wouldn’t feel so nervous if he had figured out how he wanted to explain this new part of his life to his brothers.

Still here he was, with eight faces staring up at him in anticipation, about to tell them about the new people in his life that he would happily take a bullet for.

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From The Creature You Met Last Night

I don’t know how you wandered into my world, but I’m glad you did.

I think the door you came through led from a party you didn’t want to attend, if the music and laughter I heard when it opened and shut is any indication. 

You stood in the darkness where I slithered, so small compared to me, so fragile as your shoulders shook, and as I tasted the air you smelled of soft, sharp poisons. I felt the tremor as the door you came through rattled behind you, but I held it shut until whomever tried to follow you gave up. 

You did not notice me, I don’t think you even knew you weren’t in your world anymore. Soon you collapsed, and I cradled you in my coils until all muffled sounds through that door ceased. I eased it open, then, and gently pushed your sleeping body through it into another now-dark room. 

I doubt you remember me, but I am leaving this note to tell you that, should you again be in need of shelter, find a door that was not there before. I will be on the other side. I will protect you. You can trust in me.

tjqueenxoxo  asked:

Me again this is a promp (if you'd like): Maggie and Alex are getting physical in a supply room at the DEO and the whole crew hears alex screams and when they're finished she just walk out awkwardly and id love you forever if you could throw in a Line where Winn make a comment about alex doing things with her finger (referencing that scene where she says she could get him 2 talk painfully in different ways with her finger) Tnx luv u bye mum

Vasquez turns off the security cameras for them periodically.

Alex couldn’t be more grateful.

Unfortunately, Alex also couldn’t be more loud.

Maggie tries – whenever they’re getting physical in public spaces (which, it seems, Alex can’t get enough of, and neither, quite frankly, can Maggie) – to keep Alex quiet. 

Kissing her mouth, swallowing her screams, while she palms her breast under her shirt, pumps her other hand under Alex’s boxers.

And sometimes – always with Alex’s eager nods, always with Alex’s desperate okays, always with Alex’s needy begging – Maggie puts her hand over Alex’s mouth while Maggie occupies her mouth with licking and sucking at her nipple under Alex’s yanked up shirt, her pushed-aside bra.

Maggie’s hand cupped over Alex’s mouth is meant to keep her quiet. Meant to keep them subtle. Meant to keep them somewhat low-key.

But it’s also meant – of course it’s meant – to turn Alex on even harder, and god, does it work.

So when Alex screams through her orgasms, helpless and writhing and all over Maggie’s lips on her breast, all over Maggie’s thigh between her leg, it’s against Maggie’s firm hand covering her mouth.

But the sound of Maggie’s name pours through Maggie’s skin, between the gaps in her fingers, and resonates down the hall and into the command center.

Vasquez smirks and Winn covers his ears and J’onn mutters something about it being bad enough how loudly his daughter thinks and Pam from HR groans because how many times has she lectured them about sex in the workplace?

Alex’s uniform is – for the most part – properly arranged when they stride, flying casual, back into the command center a few minutes later, and Maggie’s hair is – for the most part – in place, though the agents who are distinctly not looking at their commanding officer and her girlfriend could swear her hair was up in a ponytail, not loose around her shoulders, when she and Agent Danvers strode off to “access some archived case files.”

“Sounds like you’re not the only one who knows at least six different ways to make someone scream with their index finger, Alex,” Winn splurts before he sprints away from Alex’s wide eyes and Maggie’s dropped jaw.

“It wasn’t even my index finger, though,” Maggie murmurs when she remembers how to speak again, and Alex blushes an even deeper shape of red.

“Agent Danvers, you’d better go find your brother: he can’t be hiding from your inevitable revenge in a corner all day, he has work to get done.”

“Yes sir,” Alex nods crisply, and Maggie starts to follow.

“And leave Detective Sawyer here. I’m always happy when you are, Alex, but my ears have had quite enough for one morning.”

I Know Now

Zimbits || ~5′700 words || Gen. Rating || AU || AO3

The team members who take Psychology, Biology and Politics of Food start up a study group, but it’s less of a study group, and more of a trying-to-set-Jack-and-Bitty-up group.

“Hey, Jack,” Bitty says brightly as he enters the living room with his textbook balanced under one arm, and his other holding a tray of freshly made brownie.

“Hey, Bittle,” Jack replies, already sitting on a chair with his books open on the coffee table.

Bitty puts his stuff down next to Jack’s, taking care with the tray of food. He lifts his arm to let the textbook thunk down on the ground.

“Where is everyone?” He asks Jack, sitting beside his fallen textbook.

“Shitty’s stuck talking to his thesis advisor. Lardo’s got a project due tomorrow. Chowder says he can’t make this week. No idea about Holster or Nursey,” Jack rattles off.

“So, just us then?”

“Just us,” Jack confirms.

It’s the second week in a row that has happened.


Bitty sits on a cushion on the floor by the coffee table, sipping occasionally from a mug of tea, and refreshing his twitter frequently. The others should be here for the study group by now. He reluctantly opens his textbook, figuring he should use the time to study even if no-one’s here to help him figure out the biology side of this week’s class.

He’s two pages in when the front door opens. Bitty looks up, eager for company.

“Jack! Hey.” Bitty smiles and waves at him.

“Sorry I’m late. Class went overtime.”

Jack sits down on the green couch, rolling his eyes when Bitty gives him a look. “Stop worrying about this thing.”

“Jack, it’s infested,” Bitty insists immediately.

“You don’t know that,” Jack replies.

“And you don’t not know that.”

Jack just shakes his head and takes out his own textbook and exercise book. “Did you do the extra reading this week?” he asks Bitty.

Bitty senses the topic divergence, but goes along with Jack anyway. It’s not the first time they’ve argued over the couch, and it won’t be the last.

“I did not,” Bitty answers. “But I printed it out.”

“Not quite the same thing. I’ll summarise it for you.”

Bitty smiles at Jack gratefully. “Thank you.”


The fourth time it happens, Bitty makes Jack move into the kitchen.

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Alex Summers Sex Headcanons

time for some smut about a glorified glow stick!!

  • ok do i even have to mention this - alex loves hair tugging
    • he loves feeling you tug on it as he goes down on you
  • hip swivel kink
    • you saw him do it in front of everyone and you can’t help it - it’s super fucking sexy
      • “alex, do the swivel!!” “babe, i don’t understand why that’s sexy to you” “pleaseeeee?”
  • alex is totally a boob guy
    • doesn’t matter the size or the shape - alex loves them
    • he loves them in a non-sexual way too, he will literally just lay down and rest his head on your boobs
      • “alex, this is uncomfortable.” “but your boobs are so comfortable.” “but you are crushing them with your head, baby.”
  • alex loves when you leave scratches all over his back
    • mostly because of how flustered you get when other people see them on his back
    • not by him, by you - have you seen his jaw?? it would be a travesty if alex was not given jaw hickies
  • scott has walked in on you both so many times that if he does it, he isn’t even phased anymore
    • so has hank; sadly he still gets insanely flustered and embarrassed
  • alex loves when you ride him; mostly because he loves watching the way your boobs bounce as you move up and down on him
  • alex can….shoot the plasma out of his dick so it takes a lot of concentration for him to focus on cumming and not lasering you to death
    • his face clenches up super tight and his hands grip your sides, hard
    • you keep telling him to ask hank for some sort of laser proof condom, but he refuses
      • “I CAN LEARN (Y/N).” “just ask him for some laser proof condoms! Alex, im not going to have my cause of death being you lasering into me.” “that sounds sexy” “you are an asshole.”
  • i dont know if yall follow @kurtwxgners but an anon on her page brought up a great point - alex totally leaves hand prints all over your body
    • the plasma lasers he releases are hot meaning, in general, alex is hotter than the average human
    • when he eats you out, there are handprints practically burned into your thighs
      • it doesnt hurt but alex always freaks out afterwards and makes sure youre ok

Klaus x reader

19.“ I’m scared" 

50."please…i need you" 

You had spent the night out in the city, drinking and enjoying yourself with your friends. It wasn’t particularly late, as you had work the next day so hadn’t wanted to overdo it. You had just turned into one of the darker side streets to take a shorter route home, when you started to hear footsteps behind you. At first, you thought nothing of it. It was a busy place, it wasn’t unusual for people to use these streets. But you had a slightly overactive imagination, so you turned to look round, just to assure yourself of who exactly was behind. Yet when you turned your head, there was no-one there. You frowned, but continued walking, assuming they had turned off somewhere or you had imagined it. Then the footsteps started again. This time you were sure, there was definitely someone there. You turned your head again, but still saw nobody. You were starting to panic a little bit now, your heart pounding in your chest. You turned into another street, aiming to get back to the main, well lit ones. You would just take the long route home. But still, you heard the following steps. They were getting faster as you got faster, getting louder. You rummaged through your pockets to find your phone. Though you were loathe to call him, after you had flirted with him all night before leaving, you knew who could help you. And somehow, you doubted he would mind. You dialled his number, and waited for him to answer, walking as quickly as you could now. Finally, he picked up. “Klaus?” you murmured quietly, not wanting whoever was behind you to hear.

“Y/N? Where are you? I’ve been look-”
“I’m on my way home, I had to leave, but I took a short cut and now… I’m pretty sure there’s someone following me. I know it sounds stupid and I’m sorry to bother you but please…I need you. Everytime I look around there’s no-one there but…I’m scared.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry, I’m on my way now. Where are you?”
You were just beginning to give him the name of the street you were on, or the last one you were sure of, when you looked up to see someone in front of you. Your eyes widened, and before you could tell Klaus, the man had knocked your phone out of your hand. 

“What are you doing?” you exclaimed, trying to sound confident, but in reality your voice shook.

“Can’t have you calling for backup, can we?”

“What are you talking about? Get out of my way.”
“Nice try,” he said, smirking. “Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Are you going to come with me?”

“You must be joking.”
“The hard way then.”

Before you could register what was happening, the man had your arms pinned together behind your back, and was dragging you away. You tried to fight, but it was as if his arms were made of steel. You opened your mouth to scream, but then he had his other hand over your mouth. Quickly you put two and two together, and realised the man must be a vampire, only causing you to struggle more. The man fumbled in his pocket for a rag, which he pressed over your nose and mouth. It smelt horrible, and you soon began to feel woozy. You gave one last attempt to get away, before the drug started to take effect. Suddenly you fell to the floor, the man’s grip on your seeming to disappear. Through the haze, you looked up to see Klaus standing in front of you, the man’s heart dropping from his hand. You breathed a sigh of relief, just before you blacked out.

Hope this is okay! I haven’t written in a while so a bit out of practice.

Originally posted by karlamoriarty

Summary: Diana meets a special someone on the road.

Warnings: Some goddamn smut, language, slight mention of suicide, walker violence?

Pairing: Negan x Diana (shameless self insert hahahahaha)

A/N: So this is something I’ve been working on the DL. I might convert this into a series, depending on if people dig the fuck outta it. Oh and this isn’t the Negan smut I’ve been working on. I thought of this like last fucking minute. Hopefully it doesn’t suck too much…

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Getting the Point Across

One Shot

Characters: Dean, Sam, and Reader is their sister (Winchester Sister).
Summary: Reader is at a bar, and a guy won’t leave her alone. Dean and Sam come to the rescue.

Reader: 19

Warnings: Underage Drinking, Language, Unwanted Hitting on and touching, violation of space, sec references, some violence

Word Count: 1478

I hope you guys like it! Love you all!


Originally posted by stetsonsalvatore

It felt like the longest hunt I had ever done. It just never seemed to end. First there was the original killings, and we all thought it was a spirit. So, we dug up a grave, and we almost left, before another person died. Annoyed, Sam, Dean, and I went back to researching. We realized we dug up the wrong grave and had to go BACK and dig up another one for the second time in two days. Finally, the killings stopped and we got to leave. It just felt like I was never going to leave that town.

Digging up graves wasn’t the worst part about the whole trip, it was the town in general. The people in the town where no help what so ever. The family to the vics gave us halfhearted answers to our questions, which is most likely why we dug up the wrong grave in the first place. The police would not leave us alone. They followed out every move, and it seemed like we were never going to get the job done. Overall, it was defiantly on my list for top ten least favorite hunts of all time, not that I like hunting, but this one just got on my nerves.

“Dean, I need something to drink. I need a minute to breathe,” Sam told Dean, while yawning after his sentence.

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The Disappearing Pets

No one noticed when the strays started to go missing. It was just a cat here, another there, nothing too unusual for feral animals. Even as a kid, I was used to them coming and going of their own accord and sometimes wouldn’t see them for months. It was just how things worked in a small country town.

But then Sassafrass disappeared. She was the Binders’ beloved Siamese cat, an elderly girl with only one good eye and less teeth. She would sunbathe in a basket filled with blankets from dawn until dusk and then go in to sleep between them on the couch while they watched their evening programs. She rarely left her basket and never left her yard.

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the old Lie:  Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori

In the beginning, there is cold.

( cold cold cold burning through his body veins feathers blood cold cold cold )

There is nothing and there is cold because cold is absence.

Then, everything.

Then, he is born.

( and Michael before him and Gabriel after him and Raphael and Azrael and Raziel and- )

And then, God.

( Michael taking him by the hand was it a hand did he have a hand no he was light and sounds and waves soul but Michael was there too )


( Michael isn’t here now no he’s looking down down down as he falls and falls and falls and falls )

Love, loving, being loved. God, Father, father. The Maker. Father.


Warmth, safe, love. Family.


And then, falling.




Kneel, God asks, orders, says, tells them all, my sons, kneel.

Michael obeys and Gabriel follows and Raphael and Azrael and Raziel and-




I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t

I can’t




I don’t want to




Why? Father wonders, asks, knows. He knows all. Father knows. Always did. Always will. Please, my son.




Because I’m better than this




Leave, Michael is angry and hurt and lashing out and following following blindly readily completely following orders, leave.

Michael, please, he says, begs, asks, understand.

Blasphemy, new word, parroting new words, sin.







if You knew, why did You make me into something You’d hate?

why why why

didn’t You know or did You not care at all?




betrayal betrayal betrayal betrayal betrayal





And then, chaos madness havok-


Heaven splitting in two.

Blood, golden ichor, dripping dripping dripping.

Eden is covered in blood blood blood; it’s a garden of beautiful corpses.

He’ll burn Paradise down if he has to.





Then, it comes down to Michael and him. The Generals.

This is a war no one gets to win.

But they’ll fight until it’s done.




He used to have six wings and he remembers flying soaring higher and higher and higher and Michael and Gabriel and Raphael and Azrael and laughing and warmth and love and family.


Now, he knows, falling is nothing like flying at all.






It’s cold cold cold cold and dark dark dark dark; because cold and dark is absence.


He falls and falls and falls for forever.


He’s a shooting star crossing the sky, make a wish.


Wish upon the devil




They all think Hell is flames and fire and burning hot sizzling. Maybe it is, for them, because he’ll punish those little insects worms bugs infection cancer that God loved best of all.

But for him, he burns cold.




The war is not over.


There is Michael and there is him, and there is fucking God Almighty high on his throne in the sky, and there is hundreds of soldiers angels on either side.


He stands on the crater of his fall, watches hundreds of stars raining down the night sky.

It’s beautiful, it’s his.


They banished them all to Earth; it’s not over, it’s a new battlefield.






Bars pubs alcohol drugs sex black leather jackets booze new drugs lies anger murder red blood spilling on white tiles throwing up on dirty bathroom floors degradation decay more alcohol drugs repeat-










You made me to be Your monster.


why did You make me at all then?


was I born a monster or did I become one?


It doesn’t matter, You’ll have Your monster.






The Devil demon Father of lies The Enemy King of Hell-


( Samael MorningStar LightBringer Brother Son Archangel )




Let me in.

Written for @ibuzoo’s June Challenge and based on her upcoming novel: Fallen Skies.

“Lucifer falls. But the war is still raging on.”

So this has been on my mind since I saw the film yesterday. I don’t know if there will be more or not, but I like this AU.

Steve closes his eyes and pulls the trigger. He felt the fire at his back and -
He was cold. He opened his eyes.

“Hello,” the woman in front of him smiled. Though she didn’t look like Diana, she reminded him of his Princess.

She had a crown of lilies, ivy, and lavender. A dour man stood on one side of her looking vaguely interested, while a grinning older woman stood on her other side, the firelight making the streaks of grey seem to shine.

A boney hand squeezed his shoulder and glanced back to see a tall thin figure at his back and behind them a hunched, cloaked man at the edge of a river.

“Steven Trevor of the United States Military?” the woman asked, her voice soft but strong.

“Uh, yes ma'am,” Steve blinked at her, swallowing.

The last time he had felt so out of his element had ended up with him meeting the love of his life, his Goddess of Love, Truth, and Justice.

“Please, you are my sister-niece’s love. Call me Persephone. This is my husband and Diana’s Uncle Hades. The woman next to me is Hecate. Behind you at the River is Charon, and Thanatos is the one who accompanied you here.”

“All do respect ma'am”


“Persephone, where is here?”

“Hades, the Underworld,” the man Hades answered.

“ThE aFtErLiFe StEvE tReVoR,” Thanatos supplied, “yOu ArE dEaD.”

Steve swallowed.

“Alright. I doubt that most folks get to meet all of you,” he looked at them.

Hecate crackled, “The girl’s chosen well!”

“Auntie,” Hades sighed, rolling his eyes and suddenly he didn’t seem as unapproachable.

“What? It’s true, the boy’s cute and has some brains,” Hecate smirked at Steve.

Steve smiled back at her politely, “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“No,” Persephone looked at him, “It doesn’t. Normally one such as yourself would be sent directly to the Elysian Fields, but you are Loved by the youngest of the Gods, and the strongest.”

“You’re talking about Diana,” Steve said.

“yOu ArE cOrReCt, StEvE tReVoR,” Thanatos intoned.

“Walk with us, Steve Trevor,” Persephone turned and began to walk away, Hades taking her arm.

Hecate slipped her arm into Steve’s arm with a grin and all but forced him to follow the couple. Behind him he heard Thanatos call Charon’s name and the sound of cloth moving. A glance behind showed that Thanatos was escorting Charon.

“Steve Trevor, most mortals and God relationships end in heartbreak and tragedy. By rights this is what should happen to you and Diana.”

Steve made a wounded noise.

“Peace, Steve Trevor,” Hades looked over his shoulder and gave a slight smile, “We cannot leave our Realm for long, except for my wife. And yet her power wanes when she leaves.”

“I could not defeat my brother, and he would show no mercy. He had, at that point, already killed his lover. As much as I hated it, my duty to our Realm had a higher importance than ending my traitorous brother. Diana has done us all a great boon,” Persephone added.

“As such,” Hecate squeezed his arm, “We have a proposal for you.”

“What?” Steve asked bewildered.

“wE WiSh FoR yOu To JoIn OuR nUmBeR,” Thanatos said, “hEcAtE hAs A wAy.”

“You would be a minor god, but there are so few of us that it doesn’t matter,” Hecate continued, “But it must be something that is near. That leaves only what is in Hades. And most has already been claimed.”

“I have a feeling that you already have something in mind?” Steve asked dryly, looking at Persephone.

The Queen said nothing, instead pulling back a curtain of ivy to show what had to be Heaven, if Heaven was a field.

“This, Steve Trevor, is the Elysian Fields,” she said, “It is where the Heroes go upon their deaths. I would put you as it’s Guardian. Of course you would have a Shade to aid you.”

Steve gapped at her.

“I,” he swallowed, “Could that be General Antiope? She was an Amazon and would understand how this place should be run.”

“YoU wOuLd KnOw StEvE tReVoR,” Thanatos sounded curious, “iT wOuLd Be YoUr DoMaIn.”

“Still,” Steve said.

They all smiled at him.

Devil in Details

Originally posted by faramaiofnerdwoodforest

Winchester Sister Imagine

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“You cross me, I cross you. You hit me, I hit you back twice as hard. You make me your dog, I make you my slave.” The black tux suited man before you had not a spec of dirt on his entire appearance.

“Man, you’re really getting a rise out of me, Crowley. I don’t know how I’ll manage. All chained up and helpless.” Your right finger raised just slightly to give him a special coated finger before your shoulder did a slight wiggle to show comfort.

“This isn’t even the start of the fun love. We’re just getting started.” His coarse voice huffed outward in your general direction.

“Creepy dungeons, sex chains, and there’s still more?” A dramatic gasp came from your lips. “Kinky.” The smile you had only grew wider.

“Ever been told you sound a bit much like Squirrel?” The loud tapping of his black shinning shoes hit dramatically against the cold concrete.

“Well he is my big brother.” Sarcasm filled every aspect of your voice. Every movement you made. “Speaking of my thick headed family, do you really think they won’t come for me?” His eyes glanced down to the floor. Shinning of the bit of light that came through the window. “Unless you made up some bullshit story and they thing you’re in the clear.”

“After that whole stunt with Feathers, do you really think I wouldn’t be on their good side?” The same smirk you wore showed up on his lips. “I knew after he was on death row and I magically swooped in to save the day I’d be within good graces.” There was a upbeat tone to his voice that sent a cold chill down your spine. “All I had to do was tell the Brits about the location so they’d send your lovely yet idiotic mother to clean up the mess.”

“You clever little shit head. You knew Ramiel would kill Cas for doing something stupid trying to be a hero. This was all planned.” Your eyes glanced from side to side in a fast manner. Playing everything over in your head before snapping back to reality. “So how long?”

A look of confusion furrowed in his eyebrows. “How long what?”

“How long have you been obsessing over my ass and planning to kidnap me?” The sarcasm was back in your voice.

Crowley wouldn’t hurt you. The boys would kick his ass into the next decade.

“Did you sit in here starring at this chair I’m siting in. Just visioning strapping me in and feeling all big and bad?” Every word you uttered was filled with sheer confidence. “Let’s face it. You’ve lost your mojo. Humans. My brother Dean. It’s created a crater of softness in that darkened soul of yours. You’ve got no touch anymore.”

Without warning a sharp pain hit your shoulder like a bullet. Followed by an unpleasant deep cracking sound from the same area.

Lost my touch?” His voice was deeper than ever. Like you has struck a cord.

A sting hit your cheek by four strong ball like objects. His knuckles had hit hard, leaving a light indentation of red coloring.

“Lets not forget who I am love, I’m-”

“Bloody Crowley. I’m aware.” There was a soreness in your voice as your right eyebrow in an irritated and cocky manner. “Do you really think he won’t come for me?” The words were practically spat at him.

“Lucifer? Didn’t your heroic brothers tell you the news?” His body moved slightly closer to yours, though still leaving a fair amount of space between the pair of you. “He’s back in the cage love. Exactly where he belongs.” In an instant your face tightened. Keeping your face down but your eyes upward in a threatening manner.

Don’t.” There were no more playful tones lingering upon your lips.

“Don’t what? Did I hit a nerve?” Your eyes shut at his words. Like they were carving into your soul.

Lucifer…” silently your mind called out to him. Hoping it wasn’t true that he was gone.

The moment your eyes slowly began to open, a smile just as slowly spread on your lips.

“This is just the beginning of our fun together.” The sound of his thick accent filling your ears was enough to make you gag.

“Wouldn’t count on it…love.” You taunted back at him.

“Oh really? And why’s that?” You only answered his question by twirling your right index finger at him.

His body turned around. Only to be greeted by a firm, locking hand around his neck.

“Threatening my defenseless, unborn little squirt? Tsk tsk tsk.” Lucifer’s mocking tone surrounded you both. Only sending a warm feeling down your spine instead of the chill that no doubt was creeping down Crowley’s.

A bright glowing, radiant light absorbed the air, shinning in every direction. A set of full beautiful wings hit the wall behind the towering Devil’s build.

“Buh-bye Crowley.” And just like that the bastard was gone. Only leaving a thick red cloud of smoke where he once stood.

“So you only came for the ‘little squirt’?” You asked, a smile on your face as a blue shield of light came to your injuries.

“Possibly.” A small smile rested perfectly on his lips as his hands did work to get your restraints off and finishing his inspecting of you.

“I’m deeply offended your arrival wasn’t for me.” Reaching upward you grabbed hold of his hands as he helped you into your bare feet.

“Don’t you think it’s kind of a package deal?” His lips pursed only slightly with a tilt of his head.

Hands extended suddenly to the reasonable sized bump in the middle of your body. Holding it from both gently. A deep hiccup like feeling emerged in a fit of excitement.

“I think he likes you.” Your cheeks turned red in happiness and slight embarrassment of how mushy the situation had gotten.

“He’d better.” His piercing eyes looked directly into yours. “I helped create the little Devil.”