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Business and Pleasure - Part 11

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,776

Warnings: Swearing, smut, lots of detailed smut

Originally posted by complete-fandom-trashhh

After that, the rest of the evening seemed to pass by in a blur. Sure, you were concerned about Bucky leaving for his business trip. Your relationship was only just beginning to heal. Who knew what the extended time apart could do. It had the potential to be extremely damaging, but it also might help. Nevertheless, you felt strangely calm. 

The conversation flowed easily over dinner, and by desert, you found yourself laughing and smiling again, the nervousness now gone completely. You were still a bit shaky after Bucky’s earlier confession, but that discussion could wait until a more opportune time. Slowly, the Bucky you knew and loved was beginning to come back.

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The Profiler’s Safe Place [Spencer Reid x Reader]

Requested by anon: “I’m so glad you want Reid lol imagine being the person Reid goes to when he’s over thinking or panicked. Just being there for him when a case or situation is overwhelming. I think that’s cute and dramatic lol -🐞”

A/N: First Criminal Minds fic on this blog! How exciting. ^.^


If their is one thing you consider your apartment, its safe. It has a good security system, locks, and of course the FBI agent who is your neighbor. Yes, Dr. Spencer Reid is your neighbor.

The two of you have become quite the friends. You’ve also even gotten to meet some of his co-workers/friends. They were all amazingly nice people, but they noticed how different your relationship was with Spence. It was completely friends, no co-worker, or case drama to mix in.

Over time your apartment has become a safe haven for the good doctor. No matter what time of day or night you’re always open to listen to his overly thunk thoughts or the nightmare he just had.

Often you’d even let him crash on your couch if it was late and he was still worked up.

All of these things made tonight no different. Finding him leaning against your door, looking like a lost puppy.

“Hey Spence” you greeted. Giving him a wide smile, something he dearly loved to see adhere your features.

“H-Hey [F/n], sorry to bother you just getting home but could we talk? Please?” his voice shaking a little as usual, for some reason it did that when he started talking but eventually warmed up to your presence. You thought this happened around everyone he was comfortable with but in fact it only happened around you.

This boy was head over heels for you. No matter how he’d like to deny it. He didn’t want to pull you intimately into the life of Rapists and Serial Killers.

“Of course, you know my door’s always open to you” Answering while unlocking your door.

He followed you in, taking his shoes off by the door. “What were you out doing tonight?” curious as to why you were later than usual.

“A date“ you answered simply. “Oh really?” he asked, his voice a bit pained.

“Yeah, it was a waste of time though. Guy was an ass. Last time I let my friend set me up with someone” you chuckled while standing in your kitchen. Having made some tea for the both of you. Not hearing his sigh of relief.

Meeting him at the couch you handed him a mug before sitting by his side. “So what’s got the doctor troubled?”

“I, um. You know how my mother has schizophrenia?” he asked hesitantly. You nodded having been told about his childhood already.

“Well I’m reaching the age where those symptoms begin to show, I mean I’ve had testing done and those results say I’m fine but there’s always the chance that I won’t be and it’s scary.” The pace of his words quick. He did that when trying to get a thought out or opening up to someone.

At this point you’re more than capable with keeping up with him. 

“Spence, yes there will always be risk factors but if the tests say you’re going to be okay you should trust them. Over thinking about what might happen will only affect your time in the present. Enjoy life in the moment. And if something does end up showing itself then we cross that bridge when we come to it” You comforted him. 

“But what happens if I do end up having something? What if I end up as bad as my mom?”

“Spence you know more than anyone that mental illness is different for everyone. There’s no guarantee that you will reach that point. But how things are going now, you’re about as normal as a genius can be” you giggled. Making a smile pull at his lips. 

“Thanks [F/n]. You always know just what to say.” he smiled at you. Relief filling you at seeing he’s back to his fact spewing self.

“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.” You laughed, shrugging. “I’ll always be here for you Spence, okay?” reassuring him at taking his hand. He smiled, lightly squeezing it.

“[F/n]?” he whispered, staring at your hands. “Yes?” you matched his tone.

Looking up at you, hope in his eyes. A completely new expression on his face, one of hope and confidence. “Would you maybe want to–” Though his voice was cut off by his phone ringing.

He apologized before answering, “Hey Hotch… Yeah I understand… I’ll leave now”

He hung up the phone and looked at you apologetically “I’m sor-” you stopped him by raising your hand, “No worries, duty calls” smiling at him. 

Getting up to leave he slipped on his shoes. He was halfway out the door when you stopped him. Looking at him from the couch you called, “Hey Spencer?” He looked back at you curiously. “Yes” you answered.

“What?“ His face contorting with confusion. 

“Yes, I’d love to get dinner with you.” He visibly tensed from shock. “Y-You mean?”

You chuckled, “Being friends with you I’ve picked up some profiling abilities. I finished the sentence for you, how’d I do?” smiling at him, a sparkle in your eyes.

He smiled and looked at his feet, “Great, you did a great job. I’ll uh, I’ll call you after the case” nerves twisted with happiness in his tone.

“I’m looking forward to it” you smiled. He waved before closing the door behind him. Biting your lip you smiled before nestling into the couch further. Unaware of Spencer high-fiving himself in the hallway.

Surprises (Part 3)

Originally posted by stydiaislove

A/N: I’m not super happy with this but also I don’t hate it so I’m sticking with it because I am committed. I’m also an angst qween, I enjoy expressing my dormant rage through literature. It’s cathartic, you know?

Part 1 / Part 2

Summary: He’s lying and you know it, but the fallout for confronting it is going to be painful. Is it really worth it?

Word Count: 1,631

Warnings; Swearing, angst, Jughead has so many emotions, he just wants to be loveD, this ain’t gonna make sense if you havent read at least Part Two

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Congratulations to Me Part Two

Since y’all seemed to like the first part here ya go. Part two was more of a challenge for me so I hope you enjoy it.

Summary- Sam and Dean were supposed to show up to their younger sister’s graduation, but never arrived. What happened?

*Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my future works*

Thanks to @captainemwinchester and @rosie-winchester for talking through my ideas with me. They are totally responsible for convincing me to go this route. Also thanks to @winchesters-favorite-girl she helped so much with getting the character development and details straight.

Congratulations to Me Part One

Congratulations to Me Part Three


Sam glanced at his watch, 11am. Eight hours till Y/N walked across the stage at graduation and the brothers were still in their motel room, five hours away. Sam wanted to make sure they got there with plenty of time to spare; he wanted a good seat to watch his sister receive her diploma.

Sam shifted behind his computer, glancing at Dean reading a book at the other end of the table, “Hey, we should get going soon. We don’t want to risk being held up.”

Dean barely looked up from his book, but sent a confused look to his brother, “What?”

“We need to hit the road if we’re going to make it in time for Y/N’s graduation.”

Dean put his book down, looking at Sam befuddled, “We can’t just go. We’re in the middle of a case.”

“Dean, we told Y/N we would be there. We can’t just not show up. She’s graduating high school, I know that doesn’t mean much to you, but for other people it’s a big deal.”

Dean sighed, “Sam, people are dying here, we can’t just leave. In three days five people have died, if we leave now even more will too. Y/N knows that our job is important, she’d be pissed if we left the hunt and more people got hurt.”

Sam was shocked, he couldn’t believe Dean was suggesting they bail on Y/N’s graduation, “We could get someone else to work the case or come back tomorrow. Realistically we should have thought of this before, but either way we promised we’d be there. I know you never graduated high school, but I did and it’s a big deal. This is an important day in our little sister’s life.”

“I know we said we’d be there, but like I said before, it’ll be fine with her. Remember her 16th birthday? We were going to skip out on that wendigo hunt so we could go to her party, but she told us to finish the hunt.”

Sam raised his eyebrow at his brother, “Yeah Dean, but to make up for it you had to let her drive the impala around for an hour.”

Dean smirked, “But she didn’t crash it. Her first time driving and she handled Baby better than you do. Point is, we made it up to her, just like we will for missing this.”

Sam bite his lip nervously, Dean had a point. She had been understanding in the past when hunting conflicted with previously made plans. Graduation was a big deal, but this monster did already have a high body count. Sam pulled his computer closer, “Fine, but let’s hurry up and finish this case so we can get to Y/N!”

The impala slowed to a stop in front of a two-story suburban house. It was the afternoon following Y/N’s graduated and the boys had finally ganked the monster. The brothers headed up the front walk, and Dean ringed the doorbell, stepping back as they waited for the door to open. Finally, the door opened to reveal an unamused Y/M/N standing on the other side.

“Hey,” Dean cheerily and obliviously greeted. Y/M/N raised an eyebrow at him.

“Hey? Really Dean?” She stepped back to reluctantly let them into the house. Sam gave her a weak smile as he passed her. Hopefully Y/N would be happier to see them. “Y/N’s upstairs, but I’ll let her know you’re here.”

The boys headed into the family room to wait for their little sister, while Y/M/N disappeared upstairs. Sam sat down on the couch and Dean examined the new pictures added to the mantel recently. It was quite a while before they heard someone coming back down the stairs.
The brothers turned excitedly to see their sister entering the room.

“Hey,” Dean said excitedly going over to give his sister a big hug, but was caught off guard when she didn’t hug him back. Dean stepped back, worried about the lackluster greeting he’d received. He looked over at Sam who just shrugged at him.

Y/N looked horrible. Her eyes were red and puffy, like she’d spent hours crying. Her hair was unbrushed and she was still in her pajamas.  

“You okay?” Sam said, moving closer to his little sister.

Y/N shifted, clearly upset and unhappy. Dean smiled and nudged her arm, “Smile, you just finished high school. You’re free.”

Sam, quickly jumped in, “We’re so proud of you for that. We’re sorry we didn’t make it here in time, but we were working a case and it turned out to be more complicated than we originally thought.”

“Yeah, we wanted to be here, but you know, saving people, hunting things, all that good stuff.”

Y/N finally spoke for the first time, “And you couldn’t have gotten someone else to handle it? You said you were going to make it,” Her voice rose and got more hysterical as she continued. “You promised you’d be there last night. What, some monster was more important than me?”

The boys shared uneasy looks, Dean was sure she was going to handle it better than this, “Kiddo, we didn’t think it was that big of a deal, we’ve missed stuff before. Hell, you’ve encouraged us to go hunt instead. Remember your 16th birthday?”

“Yeah, it was my birthday, I’ll have others. Besides I just wanted to drive around in dad’s car with you guys and feel like a family. This was my high school graduation and I’ll never have another. I wanted- I needed you guys there and you weren’t there for me, again.”

Sam frowned and tried to step towards his sister, but she just backed up, “We’re really sorry and we are so proud of you for graduating. We really didn’t think you’d care this much if we were there or not.”

Y/N looked at him like he was crazy, “This is one of the biggest days of my life Sam, why would I not want you there? You’re my big brothers, my heroes. I look up to and admire you. Of course I wanted you there. I asked you to be there, didn’t I? And you both promised you would be, but I should have known it was too good to be true, because you almost always let me down. Do you even care about me at all?”

The brothers recoiled back, hurt that she could even think that. Sam bent down closer to her level, “Of course we care about you, we love you to death. You’re our little sister.”

“You have a funny way of showing it,” she snapped. Y/N turned and ran back upstairs. Sam and Dean went to follow her, but Y/M/N stepped in their way.

“I think it’s time you boys go.”

“Come on,” Dean angrily gestured up the stairs. “Don’t kick us out we need to go fix this.”

“I think you’ve done more than enough for one day,” Y/M/N ushered them outside, shutting the door sharply behind them.

Sam sighed and turned dejectedly towards his brother, “So much for she won’t mind. What do we do now?”

“I don’t know Sammy. I don’t know.”

tags: @27bmm  @winchesters-favorite-girl  @exploratiionist  @fabulouslycassie @iamflanneltrash  @jesstherebel  @winchesters-favorite-girl  @mogaruke  @percussiongirl2017  @captainemwinchester  @rosie-winchester  @katflintstone12  @generalgoldfishldrm  @sassyspn67

FP Jones x Reader- Figure it out

Thank you anon for the request! As I stated before everyone in this fic is legal age, and the reader will be older than Jug. I also made it so FP was young when he had Jug, but there was still a large gap.

Anyway I am so so sorry this was late. Aaaaah I hate that this was so late. I hope I wrote it to your standards and you like it ^^ If not please let me know and I will try to fix it. Also thank you so, so much for the well wishes you sweetheart <3 Hope you are doing well anon!

I don’t know yet if I will continue to allow age differences like this in my writing as I wasn’t too keen on writing it. I wasn’t a big fan but I did want to get this one written, as I said I would

Warnings: Age difference, swearing, implied smut

Words: 2160


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I miss all the times you would Skype me while I worked through the night and you kept me company with your occasional puns, ears open to hear me crib about the world and words of comfort whenever I needed them.  
I wonder if I took those nights for granted; I know I probably did. Because when things are good, who spares the time of their day to be grateful for what they have and think of all the things they would say to the people they love if they were talking to them for the last time? Who thinks of saying ‘I love you’ one extra time just in case you miss saying (and hearing) it in the future? I didn’t, I don’t think anyone does.
—  its been months and i still haven’t had the heart to open skype to remove you from my favourites // 11:01pm

anonymous asked:

Ok but like imagine the missus comming home super late from work and she totally forgot to tell Harry and he just thinks the worse getting worried sick and he acts so overprotective when she arrives home? Worried and protective Harry is the best! 😍

He’d be pacing the living room from the moment you were meant to arrive home, refusing to sit himself down or go to bed, checking his phone every so often in case he missed a text or a call from the missus. His mind wandering to the worst things possible that could have happened on your way home from work; car accident, an attack, collapsing, etc. The clock would be ticking away on the wall, nearing the midnight mark of the day, which would only panic him even more, and as he goes to pick up his car keys from the bowl on the hallway table, the door would click open and the missus would appear in the doorway. Hair tousled and tugged upon from stress and frustration, soaked from the rain that fell outside, her eyes hooded and a yawn leaving her lips. 

“Where the HELL were you?” Harry would bark, dropping his car keys to the bowl and making the missus jump in her place as she closed the door, “I’ve been worried sick! Christ, I thought something happened to you!”

She’d frown towards him as he’d stare at her with an intense and worried stare, shrugging off her coat and toeing off her wet boots, “I got held up at work and my phone died so I couldn’t call you.”

“You could have used another phone. Christ, I’ve been going crazy. I thought something bad had happened,” he’d sigh, and pull her close to his body, his lips pressing to her wet hair as he spoke, “don’t ever do that to me again, Gorgeous. Start taking your charger to work, just in case. I’ve been going crazy thinking you were hurt or something.”

“I’m all good, I promise. I did cut my thumb on some paper,” she’d giggle, and nudge her face into his sweatshirt, “remember that big fashion magazine edition we’ve been working on? The one where I took all the photos and such? We put all of it together tonight so it’s going to get released sometime in the next month.”

“That’s incredible, baby.”

“And, I have tomorrow and the rest of the weekend free from work because we basically put extra hours in last night,” she’d grin up at him, “which means lie-ins and morning cuddles and-”

“Morning sex,” he’d smirk and chuckle when she’d swat at his shoulder, “I’m not kidding. I’ve missed morning sex with you. It doesn’t feel right saying goodbye to you at 7 in the morning. I usually get blowies in the morning.”

“You’re disgusting,” she’d frown and nudge her nose into his jaw, “but, I’ll wake you up with a blowie tomorrow. I promise. An apology for being late and worrying you, and, to make it feel right.” xx

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35) things you said that made me feel real Turn-about is fair play homeskillet! 😘

Thank you so much for the prompt! No fluff this time :D

Deep in the night, they find her. They always find her.

She cowers when they tear and gnaw at her; her skin falling off, her resolve diminishing into darkness. A darkness where she can’t even hide. All she can do, all she needs to do is fight. So she struggles, she screams and thrashes around.

Until she finally wakes up.

Panting heavily, her heart racing, pounding, racing, trying to escape her chest. Trying to escape this reality. What is real, she thinks, counting to ten (like she’s learned since she’s been… back) and feeling her breathing return to normal ever so slowly.

Another nightmare.

Scully needs to remember this. Just a nightmare. None of it is real. She repeats these words, mouths them to herself here in the dark, but they feel hollow. There are no pictures, nothing to cling to or be angry at. Just feelings. And Dana Scully has never been good with handling feelings.

“Scully? You awake?” The knock on her door is soft; so soft she would not have heard it had she been asleep.

“I’m awake.” She lets him know, hoping he’ll just stroll in. This is the first time they’ve had adjoining rooms while on a case. Sometimes they’re not even on the same floor or in same building complex. Mulder opens the door and strolls in as if it were the middle of the day and not dead night.

“Can’t sleep?” Scully asks him before he can say anything else; question why she’s awake at this hour. She’s seen herself after her nightmares; the tear-streaked face, the pale complexion. It’s dark here in the room with the only source of light a sputtering street light outside. He’s walking closer to the bed and Scully thinks back to their first case when he let her have his bed while he told her about his sister’s abduction. Right now she hopes he doesn’t want her to return the favor.

“I haven’t been sleeping well.” He pulls up a chair and sits close to her bed, but not too close. She can see him better now; shadows playing on his face, his eyes alert and curious. But she keeps quiet. Scully can tell he wants her to admit the same. She flushes with horror thinking he might have heard her scream out from her nightmare. The first few nights her mother had stayed with her and after her Melissa. Both, with teary, pitiful eyes had told her about her night terrors. What are those dreams about? Her sister had wanted to know. Scully had not told her. Could not tell anyone.

“You could watch some TV?” She offers. “I was about to turn it on myself.”

“Hm.” The chair squeaks as Mulder stretches out his legs, almost touching the bedpost. “Does this happen every night, Scully?” The gentleness in his voice surprises her as much as his question and she startles.

“What do you mean?” Scully wills her voice to be steady, to be strong.

“Scully, come on.” He leans forward, his elbows on his knees. His face is still so far away it seems, yet she feels like he’s invading her personal space.

“I have nightmares from time to time,” she admits, “Everyone has them.”

“Not like this.”

“Well, not everyone has experienced what I have, Mulder.” She doesn’t mean to sound so irritated and she almost apologizes. Almost.

“I know that, Scully,” his voice is so soft, like a caress and she immediately feels the anger subside again, “I just – maybe you should have taken some more time off.”

“No. I want to work. It… it helps.”

“Can I help you, too?”


“Just… can I stay here? Just for tonight? I’ll behave.” Mulder promises with a chuckle.

“What do you mean stay here?”

“In this chair. Just… just in case.”

“Mulder, you need to sleep. You can’t sleep in a chair.”

“Watch me.” Another chuckle. “Please, Scully.” His voice is pleading and she’s glad now that it’s too dark to see his face. She can hear everything she doesn’t want to know in his voice. Her mother told her how much Mulder suffered when she was gone. She’s never seen it; has not seen a difference in him in the daylight. Now, though… now she understands.

“All right,” she settles back down, facing him. “You can stay.” Her voice is barely above a whisper; she can’t speak these words loudly, afraid they might sound like defeat. Mulder’s even, certain breathing is a peaceful lullaby, rocking her back to sleep.

They’re back. Laughing at her in the darkness, their hands reaching for her. Grabbing. Tearing at her arms, scratching her skin.

“Scully, hey, it’s all right.” The voice is above her, somewhere, and she gasps. The hands, though, they’re still there. The darkness keeps its hold on her, tries to drag her down.

“It’s all right, you’re here. You’re here with me. It’s Mulder.”

If only her eyes would open, she thinks, reaching out her hand. Something tender brushes her cheek, then the other one. Warm. Warm and solid.

“Open your eyes, Scully,” the voice is closer, drowns out the darkness and pulls her up, “Look at me. This is real. I’m real.”

“Mulder?” She mumbles, her eyes blinking furiously, waking up.

“Yes, it’s me.” The relief in his voice is palpable and finally her eyes snap fully open. There he is; his face close to hers. So close he’s almost blurry.

“Just a nightmare,” he assures her; the same words she used to calm herself earlier, “You had a nightmare. It was not real. None of it is real.” She can only nod. If she opens her mouth now, even if just to say thank you, the tears will flow. She is not ready. Not ready to let him see him like that.

Without another word, he puts his arms around her tightly, holding her. They’re lying there entwined, touching in places they’ve not dared feel before, breathing in the same air.

“I’ll be here.” He whispers against her mouth and Scully closes her eyes again. This is real, she reminds herself; he is real and I am.

We are real.

Scully sleeps and this time there’s no nightmare.

Last Call (part 1) - Sherlock x reader

A/N: Hello, everyone! So, this is my first time ever writing anything Sherlock related, and I’ve also never in my life written anything with a reader, so excuse my ordinary attempt at it…
This supposedly takes place during 2x03, but I’ve changed some things to fit the plot, so the timing is a little bit different.
Also, this is a new writing blog, so if you want to read more like this, don’t hesitate to follow me!

Word count: 4252
Warnings: angst, mentions of suicide

Originally posted by schedulingemotions

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Temper Tantrum (20 Different Pairings #6- John x reader)

Summary: Reader accidentally flirts with Dean, and John is a jealous man.

Word Count: 2500

Warning: SMUT, jealousy, angry sex

A/N: Another character I’ve never written before! Let me know what you think! @spnashley @kittenofdoomage @abaddonwithyall @emmy-winchester (I don’t know all the John!girls, so tag them for me, please!)

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What’s cookin’?

More Pride! Fluff and cuteness, just as it should be with Pride. Feedback is welcomed and very much appreciated. Hope you all enjoy it, as always, thank you for reading <3

Requested by: Anon - “23 w/ Pride if you’re still taking requests? Absolutely LOVE your writing!!!”

Word Count: 424

Pairing: Pride x Reader

23. “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

It was your turn to host Pride for your little date night. Every week you would a night where one of you cooked for the other. Tonight was supposed to be your night but Pride insisted on cooking. You were in the middle of a case but still, you both managed to find the time to unwind a little.

You were just coming from your bedroom after having the most needed shower since you’d arrived in New Orleans five years ago. Still, you had no clue what Pride was cooking but you had left him to it, he said it helped him to think while cooking. Even though the agreement was no work talk on date nights, it didn’t really count if whatever he was thinking about, wasn’t spoken about, did it?

Tying up your robe you spotted him in your kitchen, back turned to the door you had full advantage of the view in front of you. Your eyes roamed his body freely, from the nap of his neck - which you had a thing for - all the way down to the backs of his thighs and his calves. Gorgeous, the whole lot.

“Ahm not a piece a'meat [Y/N].” He said to you, sensing someone behind him.

A giggle came from your lips and your bare feet took you from the doorway to stand behind him, “You’re my piece of meat, King.” You hummed and slipped your hands around his hips, settling them on his belt, “Mmm, smells good.” You praised softly into his shoulder blade, “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” You asked in an attempted southern accent.

A rumble of laughter came from Pride’s chest, “Ah definitely don’t sound like that.” He assured but humoured you anyway, his southern accent becoming very defined, “Why it’s just some of mah gumbo, Momma’s recipe.”

You chuckled into his back and patted his stomach, “It was a valiant attempt, no?”

“Not quite but ahm sure it’ll get better with time.”

You shrugged your shoulders and slipped under his free arm, “I think it’s a good job you love me then - despite my terrible attempt at doing a southern accent.”

“Ah love you f’who you are.” He murmured and pressed his lips to your hair and lifted the wooden spoon to your lips, “You like that?” He asked in a smirk when you hummed.

“Mmhmm, come on. Let’s eat.” You said and tapped his bum before getting plates out for the both of you. Date nights with Pride - whoever cooked - where always special.

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SCAMMED {part 1 of DELINQUENTS: Hobi Series}

Hey, Hobi, what are you doing? Jimin walked into Hobi’s room as he scrolled down a page on his laptop.

The new psychiatrist is coming in tomorrow, I want to be prepared. Hobi responded and Jimin rolled his eyes.

Maybe you just wait until we meet the doctor? He mentioned and Hobi shook his head. He was never good with surprises and wanted to know as much as he could about the person that was going to be judging him. Jimin sat next to him and scanned over his shoulder. Alright, well then what have you found out?

Well-qualified guy, no records other than a speeding ticket. Hobi tsked. He loved to be able to use something against the doctors that came in, but there was nothing out of the ordinary on the records that sat in front of him. I can’t even find anything on family. Just seems like a normal guy. Hobi continued and Jimin patted him on the back.

See? Not everyone has something to hide. Now put that away and get some sleep because of Tae pulling that prank, we have to do clean up early tomorrow morning. Jimin told him and Hobi chuckled.

You have to admit, Tae climbing the chandelier was pretty awesome. Jimin rolled his eyes and giggled in response. Hobi went to sleep that night completely baffled that he couldn’t find anything.

The next morning he stood there in complete shock.

YOU’RE our psych? He kept repeating as you unpacked various files in your office.

For the millionth time, yes. Now shouldn’t you be doing something, Inmate Hoseok? You asked and Hobi just continued to stare at you. Because none of the records specified your sex, he assumed you were a man, but now that he saw a woman in front of him, he couldn’t really contain himself. He continued to watch as you placed things all over the office, finally you pulled your hair up and Hobi saw a small bit of a tattoo peek out from behind your shirt collar.

Ah, tattoo? He asked and pointed as you put your hand to the area on your lower neck.

You saw that? Sorry. You said and continued to work. Hobi began to get frustrated, it’s like you didn’t want to talk to him. You on the other hand were trying to keep your cool, but the words from Hobi’s file were ringing in your head. Please be careful about keeping your personal information private. But Hobi kept prying for information. Finally, you turned to Hobi. Inmate Hoseok –

You can call me Hobi. He said.

Alright, Hobi. He smiled and nodded. I have a project for you. You said and Hobi’s eyebrows raised. Pulling out a massive amount of papers, you slammed them down in front of him. So these are all of the program worksheets that I need in order by phase and then I want you to color code them. You started and Hobi’s shoulders slumped. I need this done as soon as possible, so since there’s nothing else for you to do, why don’t you start with that. And with that Hobi sat down and began looking at the sea of papers.

You left Hobi in the office as you started speaking with the other inmates, Hobi sat, working diligently as he would scan the papers. He looked up from his spot a couple hours later and stretched his arms. The office was rather bare, but you had been hanging various degrees and photos when he walked in. After standing, he walked over to the wall of diplomas. Well aren’t you a little over achiever? He asked the framed papers as he scanned them. They all had your name written in beautiful calligraphy. Bachelors of Science, Masters of Science, PhD. He named off the degrees and the correlating photos of you shaking the hands of deans and professors. Then turning around he saw photos laying on your desks. Hmmm. He went over. Pictures of you with parents and friends were strewn about. Finally turning, he saw a myriad of newspaper clippings, all of them comprised into a book, he flipped through it.

He could hear his mother in his ear, telling him to stop snooping, but there was always some rush he got from looking at people’s things. The newspaper clippings all had something to do with you. Y/N (pictured right) with Professor Lee (pictured left) as they worked on Project X, a program to help rehabilitate those with severe addiction disorders. He looked at the professor close up and his eyes went wide. Closing the book, he went back over to his file project, he tried to continue to work, but he found his mind constantly wandering.

It was late afternoon by the time you came back to his office. Hobi? Wow, you got a lot done! You exclaimed as Hobi looked up from his papers. He was finishing up the color coding when you walked in and smiled.

You don’t need to chastise me. I’m not a child. I have a degree. He mumbled and you looked at him with a small tilt to your head.

You do? You asked and he nodded.

Business management and computer science. He said, still looking at the files and you laughed a little.

Makes sense. You mumbled and he chuckled and looked back up at you. It was at that moment that you saw his face full-on, it was beautiful. If it was possible for someone’s face to embody the idea of comfort, it would be Hobi’s. He had calm features, nothing about his face seemed sharp or scary, and he just seemed like an open person. You thought back to his crimes and it made sense, which worried you. You were scared to put your guard down in case he would try and pull something on you, instead you shook your head and went back to putting your walls up. Well thank you for your help today. Maybe you can be my little assistant. You joked and Hobi smiled.

That could be fun! He exclaimed and clapped his hands together. Giving you a small bow, he made his way to the doorway. Well have a good night, Y/N. He quipped before he left the office and went back to his room. The guys were gathered in the hall, all giving their impressions of you to one another, but Hobi walked right up to them.

She’s being scammed. He said and Namjoon looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

Explain. He commanded and Hobi rolled his eyes.

I was looking through some of her things and noticed some clippings. One of the ‘professors’ that she is working with is a huge identity thief. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s taking her work and just going to run with it. Hobi stated and Jin looked at him.

How do you know him? Jin replied and Hobi looked him dead in the eye.

He was my boss. Hobi responded and the guys all shook their heads and looked down.

She seems like a nice enough person, that’s too bad she’s getting mixed up in this. Jimin said and Hobi nodded. Walking into his room, Hobi started looking through his computer to see what exactly he could do.

Pizza (Lafayette x Reader)


Request- “Hey I love your Lafayette x readers!! Could you do another Lafayette x Modern! Reader?? Where they have a scary movie marathon and the reader get scared do they like cuddle and its super cute”

Words- 1,358


Movie night with the crew. You down?

You smiled at your phone and texted Alex back. 

Sure where?


Frenchy’s in ten ;)

You rolled your eyes at your phone even though you know Alex couldn’t see. Ten minutes… You looked down at what you were wearing. Was this good enough? More importantly, would Lafayette think you looked good? You sighed and shrugged. It would have to do. You needed to leave, like, now.

You went into your bathroom and put on some perfume. Just in case. You checked your makeup and decided that it was passable. 

Almost exactly ten minutes later, you arrived at Lafayette’s door. You’d barely knocked once when Alexander opened the door, with a huge girl. 

“Well hello, Y/N.” He smiled at you. “Don’t you look spicy.” You rolled your eyes. 

“You gonna let me in or what, asshat?” You pushed past him, and he put his arms up in mock surrender. 

“Ayye! Y/N’s here!” Hercules shouted from the couch. He stood up and pulled you into a bone crushing hug. 

“Y/N’s here?” A voice said. You heard a lot of crashing and swearing before Lafayette emerged from one of the doors. 

“Hey.” he said calmly. You bit back your laughter. 

“Hi there.” 

“I thought we weren’t inviting Y/N because-” 

“Shh!!” Alexander and Hercules cut Lafayette off. You turned around and raised an eyebrow at Alex. 

“It’s nothing. How was your day?” Alex asked. 

“Fine.” you said carefully. These boys weren’t telling you something. 

“We’re just waiting for Laurens. Then we can start watching.” Hercules said. “Laf’s making homemade pizza.” 

You turned around and looked at his sheepish smile.

“Do you want help?” 

“Oh no it’s-” 

“Of course he does!” Alex pushed you and Lafayette into the kitchen. You looked around at the kitchen. There were different ingredients strewn all about. On one portion of the counter there were three circles of dough with red sauce on them. 

“What do you want me to do, chef?” you asked. Lafayette smiled and looked around. 

“Well…you can put topping on these,” He motioned to the sauce covered pizzas, “while I roll out more dough.”  You nodded and got to work. 

“Is this enough cheese?” you asked. Lafayette turned around from where he was working and leaned over your shoulder, placing his hands on the counter on either side of you. 

La perfection

You turned you head to see Lafayette looking at you, making your faced extremely close. You breath caught in your throat as you looked at him. 

“I-” you tried to speak, but no words came out. You saw Lafayette’s eyes go from your eyes to you lips. You could’ve sworn he was getting closer, or maybe you were. 

“John’s here!” Hercules yelled from the other room. You jumped slightly, and Lafayette turned back around and started rolling dough. You added more topping to the pizza’s and picked up the pans. 

“I’ll uh put these in the oven then.” you mumbled. Lafayette nodded and so you did that and left the kitchen. You greeted John who was now sitting on the couch. 

“I’m gonna go get a drink.” Alex announced. You sat down on the two person couch by yourself and pulled out your phone. Moments later, Lafayette came out from the kitchen. He took a seat next to Laurens. 

“The pizza won’t be done for awhile. Go ahead and start the movie.” 

“What are we watching?” you asked curiously, pulling your feet up onto the couch. 

“You’ll see.” Hercules flashed a grin at you. He turned on the TV on which the movie was already paused at the start of the opening credits. Alexander came out of the kitchen holding a beer. He looked from you to Lafayette and sighed. 

“Laf. Move.” 

“Why?” Lafayette asked offended. 

“I wanna sit by John.” he said. Lafayette rolled his eyes and moved to sit by you. 

“Cold?” he asked, offering you a blanket. You shook your head and looked back at the TV. Hercules pressed play on the movie and Alex turned off the lights before sitting in between Hercules and John. Some names flashed on the screen and you tried to guess what movie it might be. Then a single word flashed across the screen. IT. 

Oh fuck you guys!” you yelled. “Gimme that.” you mumbled to Lafayette. You took part of his blanket so you were now sharing it. Hercules and Alexander were dying of laughter. You glared at them over the blanket, which was pulled up to your nose. Lafayette looked down at you with a smile. 

You were probably half way through the movie, and you were clinging onto Lafayette’s arm for dear life. 

“It is fine, it is not even real.”  he whispered in your ear. 

“I know..” your voice was shaking and your head was almost completely under the blanket you and Lafayette were still sharing. He put an arm around you to hug you, but he didn’t pull away. 

Was he? Were you? 


The clown reappeared on your TV screen, and you decided not to think too much into it. You would’ve let anybody cuddle you at the point. But you were glad it was Lafayette. He smelled amazing like fresh bread and soap. He looked down at you and smiled. You blushed and turned back to the movie just as something jumped out at you. You squealed and buried your head in Lafayette’s side. You felt his ribs shake with laughter so you hit him in the stomach. You felt kind of like a little kid all curled up into Lafayette with your legs up to your chest, pretending a blanket could save you from the big scary monsters. 

A little bell chimed, signaling that the pizzas were finally done. Lafayette got up to go get them. 

“I’ll help!” you chimed, bouncing up. You were eager to get away from the movie. You followed Lafayette into the kitchen. Once you got there, you felt like you could finally breathe. In the light, you noticed a bit of flour clinging to Lafayette’s cheek. Without thinking, you reached your hand up and brushed it away with your thumb. You pulled your hand back quickly when you realized what you’d done. You turned around to hide your blush. 

“So should I-” Lafayette grabbed your arm and spun you around. His placed his hands on the small of your back and pulled you into him. His lips met yours quickly. You could nothing but stand there wide-eyed for a moment, but you soon leaned into his lips, your hands gripping his arms. Lafayette pulled away and stepped back. 

Je suis désolé I just. You were scared and it made me feel really protective and-” 

You leaned up and kissed him. 

“Don’t be sorry.” you said with a smirk. Lafayette smiled at you. You heard the door of the kitchen slam shut. 

“THINGS ARE HEATING UP IN THE KITCHEN Y’ALL” Laurens yelled. Lafayette face palmed and you blushed deeply. 

“We should get these pizzas in their mouths. Maybe, they’ll stop using them.” 

You laughed slightly and helped Lafayette cut the pizzas up. You may or may not have been staring at him arms the whole time. When you got back to the living room, all three boys were looking at you with grins on their faces. 

“One word from any of you, and nobody gets pizza.” Lafayette said. The mumbled angrily and grabbed slices. The movie started again. You were still scared, but it was overshadowed by lots of joy. After IT you got to pick the next movie, since you had to sit through a scary one. You stayed for another two movies. You wanted to stay longer, but Alex refused to leave before you claiming he “didn’t want to be an uncle yet.” Alex gave you so much shit while the two of you walked to your car. 

You were laying down in bed, unable to sleep because your mind kept switching from Lafayette’s lips to a freaky clown, when your phone chimed next to you. 

French Fry

We should not have watched that movie. I can’t fucking sleep. 

Drugged (part 2)

https://graygublerreid.tumblr.com/post/159305306374/drugged (part 1)



Prompt: the reader, after been drugged by the UnSub reacts as Spencer did with Dilaudid, so he tries to help her.

@overcastmisfitkid @paradiselover-18


You were trying to sleep at that hour of night, but your phone began to ring.
A groan escaped from your lips.
‘Aaron Hotchner’ was written on the screen.

“What do you want Aaron?”

It was rude of you but you couldn’t help it. You were not ‘you’ since days, since that specific day.

“I just wanted to tell you that we have a case. If you want you can come with us.”

“And you think that I am in the mood to do it? You’re wrong. If you need an agent, then call Seaver back. She was so good, even better than me.” you said and with that you ended the call.

Hotch were so sorry about you. He just wanted to try to give you your life back but you didn’t want to cooperate.
You were pushing away everyone who was around you, even Spencer.
He had tried to take care of you since the moment you came out from that room but every time you told him to let you alone.

“Is she coming?” Rossi asked sitting on his place on the plane.

“No. She was angry, again. She told me to call Seaver back because she is better than her. I am so sorry about that girl, I just want her to feel good again.”

Spencer looked down at his feet hearing these words. After all, he was the one who had to be drugged and not you.

“But does she still…?” JJ asked terrified.

“No” Spencer started “the last time I visited her she was clean, but doesn’t hide the fact she needs it.”

“And when it was the last time?”

“Five days ago. But I know she is strong enough. She has to be.”

You didn’t use drug again not because you were strong, but just because you wanted the team, mostly Reid, to be proud of you. Like when children do something good and they are happy when their parents tell them they are wonderful.

But you had to do something to distract yourself from the thought of doing it again. Pain was the most satisfying thing. It didn’t matter how you inflicted it, you just had to do it. In fact, bruises were all over your body.

Some days passed and Spencer called you while flying back home, asking you how you were doing.

“What a stupid question Spencer.”

“Yeah, you’re right… Penelope told me she came over your’s but you weren’t home.”

“I’ve never left home. Maybe I was just sleeping and I didn’t hear her knocking.”

“Would… would you like me to come there when I arrive at Quantico? We can watch something, or just talk.”

“Yea, ok.”

He was the only one who you allowed to visit you, that’s why you didn’t let Garcia come in. You didn’t want her to see you like this. A tired, broken (y/n). You know she wouldn’t stand it.

When Reid came with your favourite muffins in a plastic box in his hands, a small small smile appeared on your face. You were not in the mood to have company, but you appreciate his thought.
But then something went wrong.

“(Y/n) what’s that?”

His forefinger was pointing at the huge purple stain on your arm.
He had never noticed your bruises, how could he notice them right now?

“Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well, I DO want to talk about this. How did you get them?”

He was now checking every piece of your skin.

“I had to distract myself. I didn’t want to be weak as…“

Spencer’s eyes were now tearing. He understood what you wanted to say.

“C'mon, go on. As who? I want you to tell it.”

“As you Spencer! You continued to drug for months and you treated everyone in a crappy way. Even me, when I was there for you!”

“(Y/n) can’t you understand you are describing yourself right now? Now you are the one who treats people badly. Even me. I am truly sorry about what happened that day, you didn’t deserve it, but now I am trying to help. But why can’t you let me do it. I want you to be happy, I want US to be happy. You don’t know what I told Jose, begging him to let you live.”

You looked at him, waiting for an answer.

“I told him that I love you and I would kill myself for you. We’re both alive and I know that we can survive this. Just, let me help you.”

You started to cry silently. You were weak enough and you didn’t want to make it even bigger. But he brushed your tears away and cupped your face with his big, warm hands.

“We can survive this, ok? We can.”

Nothing Personal - Smut

Originally posted by teen-wolf63

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader, mention of Stiles/Malia
Words: 2595
Requested by Anon: can you do a imagine where stiles and the reader are best friends and she likes him and he’s dating someone else and accidentally says the readers name during sex and realizes he’s actually in love with her. and she tells the reader and the reader confronts stiles and they confess their love for each other and you know you could add some smutty at the end if you want.
AN: This got funny. Also thanks to @toppunks for help with the title and the usual Scruffy Hoes for the banter at the end and in the middle. Enjoy!

Malia stalked up to you in the hallway, leaning against the locker next to yours, a sour look on her face, which was a normal expression for her.

“What’s up, buttercup?” You asked, shoving your books in your bag and slamming the door shut.

“Broke up with Stiles.” She glanced down at her cuticles, a look of disinterest on her face.

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Coffee Shop Rescue III

Paring: Pater Parker x (Female) Reader

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1520

Summary: You wake up the morning after the attempted mugging and plan on doing nothing, then you remember that you’re supposed to go out.

Part 1  Part 2

Saturday morning you woke up and stared at your ceiling, arms behind your head, under your pillow, sheets pushed down to your waist. You were wide awake, watching how the sun coming in around the edges of your curtains created patterns on the ceiling as the light reflected off the mirror. The gauze wrapped around your neck rubbed just enough when you shifted to remind you of the night before, and force the realisation that it wasn’t just a bad dream.

Should I report it to the police? Would I have to testify? Was it worth it?

Throwing the covers the rest of the way off, you got up and shuffled to the bathroom. The blue and teal decor was relaxing, but not enough to quiet your mind.

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Love Is A Ghost You Can’t Control

Merry Christmas @annytecture ! I’m your Gutter Flower Secret Santa!! I hope you like your present. It was supposed to be something much shorter, but my muse just went crazy, so I blame her completely for the almost 16K words ;-p

Thank you to @letmedieahooker for dealing with my craziness over writing this and helping me in all ways possible. I completely adore you <3

Rating: M

Trope: Best Man/Maid of Honor

Summary: We slept together once and I ran because I was scared you didn’t feel the same way I did. Now I’m the Maid of Honor at my brother’s wedding and you’re the Best Man and I can’t stop thinking about what happened between us. 

Emma rushes out of her apartment hopping on one foot trying to secure her heel. She’s running late and if she doesn’t leave in the next five minutes, she’s going to be extremely late. Why she agreed to be Mary Margaret’s maid of honor, she’ll never know.

Because she’s the love of your brother’s life and you introduced them and she’s the best friend you’ve ever had, that’s why.

She growls at herself and puts her foot down as the strap of her overnight bag falls off her shoulder. She should have never stayed up late last night, she should have gone to bed early like she was supposed to. But the skip she’s been trailing decided to use his credit card and she just couldn’t pass up the opportunity.  

It wasn’t her fault that when he saw her he decided to run and crashed into two parked cars before he finally stopped driving. She was at the hospital until three and at the police station until seven getting it all sorted. Then she went home and slept through her alarm. The only reason she woke up was because Ruby called her to ask if she could borrow her black pumps.

She had about twenty minutes to get ready and that was forty minutes ago. Her phone beeps as soon as she gets in her car and her stomach does a little flip.

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begin again | jungkook


pairing: jungkook x reader 

genre: fluff

word count: 1.6k

warning: contains swearing

description: after a bad break up you were a bit dubious to meet the boy in the coffee shop

“I’m not going,” you say aloud as your friends sat around you doing various activities. One was filing her nails, the other trying to tune a ukulele, another two watching a video and trying not to cry at how cute it was.

“Yes you are,” Dakota says looking up from the phone that was helping her tune the instrument.

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greaser boy - part III

High school AU - bad boy!Bucky

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Characters: All the avengers, Peggy Carter, Loki

When a new student from Brooklyn joins the reader’s school, she doesn’t know what is in store for her. He is the epitome of trouble and she finds herself caught in his headlights. The more she resists, the harder it gets. Limits are tested and so is patience. Will she fall for the greaser boy with the bad reputation?

Word count: 1k

A/N: Part three took me a while because I was busy yesterday. I hope to have the next part up by Sunday. Again, hopefully, I tagged everyone. 

Part I  Part II

Originally posted by chipotole

Originally posted by lenaluthar

It was Friday. Which means one of two things. Thor’s party was today and second, you were able to stay up as long as you wanted. You were more excited about staying home than going to a party. Nike would probably go, she’d constantly ask you to go, but you refused each time.

“What are you going to do today?” Nike asked and took a sip of her drink.

“Probably binge watch Game of Thrones,” You shrugged.

She made a sour face, “Too much gore. Not for me.”

You chuckled, but before you said anything, Nike grabbed your forearm with an iron grip. Her nails cutting into your flesh.

“Ow! I have blood that I very much want to keep inside me,” You stated and tried to yank your arm away.

“Bucky Barnes,” She quickly said.

You turned and was met with a smiling Bucky who sat on the seat next to you. He set his water bottle on the table and held an apple in one hand.

“Hey Y/N,” He grinned at Nike.

You were a bit stunned but was quick to react. “Oh, Bucky, this is my friend Nike.”

“I’m guessing Nike as in the Greek goddess of victory,” Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“Finally someone gets it!” She threw her hands up. “Everyone thinks I’m named after the shoe company and will ask me why I’m wearing Adidas.” Bucky took a bite from his apple just as Nike began packing her things up. “Well, I should get going. I have to study for a test.”

You were about to follow her when she placed a hand on your shoulder and winked. It was clear to you, she was leaving so you could spend some time with Bucky. You were about to argue but she stopped you.

“No, you plant your ass on this seat and work your magic, girl,” she smiled. “You can do this.”

With a nervous laugh, you watched as she left you with Bucky. You inhaled and turned to Bucky, who was giving you that mischievous smirk. Butterflies erupted in your stomach.

“So what’s with this Steve Rogers guy? I hear his name a lot.” He leaned back in his chair.

“You see that group that’s at your 1 O'clock?” You asked.

“Yeah,” He replied. “What about them?”

“The tall blonde, super muscular, gray shirt. That’s Steve Rogers,” You spoke to him, but was looking in the other direction. “The brunette next to him, red lipstick, that’s his girlfriend. So she’s off limits ”

“Who says I was interested?” Bucky asked.

“With a girl that pretty? Who wouldn’t be,” You continued. Not giving Bucky the opportunity to speak. “Natasha Romanoff is the red head. Clint Barton is the one next to her. Tony Stark is the one with the sunglasses, Bruce Banner is next to him. Sam Wilson, he’s the one in the green shirt. Thor, long blonde hair, biceps that can have their own zip code and Loki, his brother. No doubt Thor is about to put Loki in a chokehold. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. Siblings.”

“They sound like they’re Royalty at this school,” Bucky muttered and tossed the core of the apple in the trash. “Are they a big deal here?”

“Kind of, yeah,” You said. “They’re not mean though. They are all in fact really nice.”

Bucky looked at you and chuckled, “You’re cute, doll. Are Thor’s parties really that great?”

You shrugged, “I’ve never been to one. There’s one today. You should go, a great way to meet new people.”

“Are you gonna go?” He asked.

“Oh no, I’m very busy,” You lied. In reality, you were probably gonna spend the rest of your night reading conspiracy theories and questioning the human race. You surely weren’t gonna tell Bucky that.

He pulled at the collar of his shirt, “I don’t know, doll.” He paused. “I’ll go if you do.”

You frowned at his statement. A small, very small part of you had always wanted to go to Thor’s parties, but your shy personality said so otherwise. The party scene wasn’t your thing, yes, but you always wondered what went down behind those walls of Thor’s house.

Your parents always asked why you never went out. They were genuinely curious. They always told you stories about what they did as teens and it was far from your idea of ’fun’. Don’t believe for one second that they aren’t grateful they don’t have a party animal.

“So you in?” Bucky asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. “We don’t even have to stay for that long. Just go, have a drink or two. Dance to a few songs, then leave. Sound good?”

It did sound like a pretty tempting night. Worse case scenario? You got drunk and somehow ended up on stranger’s lawn that was 10 miles away from your home. But you knew that would never happen. You somehow trusted Bucky. Not with your life, but you trusted him enough to know that he was telling you the truth.

“Fine,” You caved in. “Only for an hour.”

Bucky smiled and nodded, “Done.” He pulled out his phone and handed it to you. Without hesitation, you typed in your number. The bell rang. Lunch was over.

Once the final bell rang, indicating that school was over and everyone was free to leave. A small burst of relief filled you. It was the weekend.

You already told Nike that you’d be going to the party with Bucky. She was ecstatic. Maybe even more excited than you were. She was itching to get a hold of your closet and decide what you’d wear and how you’d style your hair.

Bucky smiled at you, “So, I’ll pick you up at seven. Think you’ll be ready by then?”

You chewed on your bottom lip and nodded, “I’m pretty sure. I’ll text you my address.”

“Can’t wait, doll,” He got in his car and you continued your journey across the parking lot. What did you just get yourself into?

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I found a diary while I was out hiking in New Hampshire. I have to admit, I’m thoroughly creeped out by what was written inside.

by reddit user iia/ tumblr user unsettlingstories

The diary was from a while ago; 21 years, according to the dates. It was sealed really well in plastic wrap and stuffed in a watertight bag. If I hadn’t hit the thing with my shovel when digging a hole to take a dump, I never would’ve found it. I wish that would’ve been the case because I can’t stop thinking about the stuff I read. I’m only going to share the fucked up parts, but all I’m leaving out is the lady talking about how she and her husband were spending the month camping and having a good time. There, I just saved you 5 pages. Here’s where it got weird:

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