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“Light and Dark, Love and Hate,

“They’re two sides of the same coin.”

Wow angst. Why do I draw this crap?? Alright alright, so, my friend who sits next to me in math really wanted to see me draw some sad stuff in my sketchbook and I was like; “Aw sure, why not” MISTAKE very bad mistake. I cried drawing this and people thought that I was crazy because I kept on crying and laughing. I don’t even know why I was laughing ok. I used a mechanical pencil and copic markers/copic multiliner to draw/color/ink this garbage. I only inked the colored ones btw. AND, the little scribble with the date next to it is the signature that I use in my sketchbooks

Extreme Measures

Anon Requested:  I’m a little confused, are drabble requests open? If they are can I get a Yoongi one with #73 and #99 please? Sorry if requests are closed

Drabbles are currently open :) (I know you sent this a while ago but the requests were open then too ) I tried this in First Person POV instead of Second for once so I hope you like this! Feel free to give me criticism :) Good, Bad, Any criticism is good criticism! 


Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: Insecurities, weight problems, body issues, self hate, depression, slight mentioning of an eating disorder

Word Count: 1770

“Show me what’s behind your back.”

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.”


There’s nothing tragically beautiful about depression, the fools who believe it is haven’t truly had depression in their lives. It’s not sad songs and poetry, shy glances or drowning in the bath. It’s not ghostly white skin tainted by charcoal circles under sad eyes and large purple bruises stretching viciously up your arms. It isn’t lonely walks, vacant coffee shops or smoking dusty cigarettes.

Depression is unwashed clothes and flaking skin. It’s over eating and the inability to even get out of bed and then hating yourself for eating too much and not doing anything that day. It’s giving up on yourself and not taking pride in your appearance anymore because when you feel like this who do you really have to impress? You don’t care about relationships, you don’t care if you’re late to work or end up getting kicked out of school. You just don’t care anymore. Its empty inboxes, bursts of anger and late night tears. It’s a feeling of disgust within yourself that makes you want to tear off your own skin just so you can feel clean because you feel like you’re the lowest and filthiest piece of scum there is in the world. Its uncertainty and confusion. It's losing weight, long showers and greasy hair or even gaining weight, not showering and feeling awful. It’s trying to starve yourself to lose the weight and the only way to stop yourself from eating is to sleep. It’s constantly wishing you could be somewhere or someone else. It's losing the will to even live.

Depression is not tragically beautiful, it’s just tragic.

Sometimes I feel like there is something eating me up from the inside, as if my conscience is telling me I’m not good enough. It’s probably right, I’m not good enough for myself let alone my boyfriend, but I try and be the girlfriend he deserves, the one who isn’t too heavy, the one who has a flat stomach and toned legs and the one that every guy wants to be with. Every day I plaster my face with makeup, wear loose clothes and fake a smile; but some days I can’t take it anymore. I miss dinner one day and then again and again and after one fateful day of passing out at work and Yoongi having to come get me I realized there were other ways to do this. Better ways than starving myself.

I’ve tried it all, I’ve tried working out and I didn’t see the results after a month so I gave up on that. I’ve tried starving myself and well…we all know how that turned out. I even tried making myself throw up, disgusting I know but I ended up cutting that out when Yoongi had to force me to the doctors because he assumed I had a bun in the oven. I had to just tell the doctor I had food poisoning just so he wouldn’t get suspicious.

But now here we are! My latest and most fulfilling way to lose weight, pills. Some pills work wonders if you have enough money for it, thankfully my family has always been on the wealthier side so I’ve always had enough to get me by and then some.

The pills were never a problem for me, within two weeks I shed fifteen pounds just like that, no exercising necessary and no more throwing up. It was just hard to take the pills whenever Yoongi was home, this is the longest break he’s had since he finished tour and of course he wants to spend time with me, I’m not making that out to be a bad thing but the pills are what’s most important.

I end up having to sneak away for a few minutes just to go to the bathroom to take the pills. I take them three times a day and thirty minutes before I eat, though the only thing I ever eat is maybe half a banana and if I’m feeling a tad bit more snackish maybe a cup of ramen.

Closing the bathroom door quietly I opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out the cylinder shaped pill bottle labeled ‘ibuprofen’ I had it mislabeled so just in case Yoongi finds it and looks up the actual pill name he doesn’t freak out. The cap came off easily and I easily took two pills out. 6 pills a day. That’s not really a lot if you think about it, besides, there are people that are addicted to painkillers and all I’m doing is taking pills to lose weight, weight that I feel like I don’t need. That’s perfectly normal, that’s-

“What are you doing?”

Shooting my head up to stare at the mirror I saw Yoongi, his eyes were on my hands and I instantly turned to him, pills in hands and pill bottle still on the counter, my hands were behind my back but I knew he could see the pill bottle in the mirror. “Show me what’s behind your back.”

“It’s nothing.” A smile appeared on my face, I was usually pretty good at lying, lying to Yoongi was a lot harder for me though, I always regretted lying to him about if I was fine or not but some things just didn’t need to be brought to his attention, he had enough stress on his plate my weight problems didn’t need to be one of them.

Yoongi didn’t fall for my smile, he instantly took a step closer and I took a step back, but only to find me pushing myself against the sink counter. His eyes narrowed and his hand gripped my arm yanking me towards him. A small yelp left my lips from the sudden physicality but my hands still stayed behind my back, hands squeezing tighter so he wouldn’t see the pills. “(Y/N). Show me.” He growled, his voice growing deeper as his eyes stared into my eyes with something I’ve never seen before. All I could do was shake my head at him refusing to show him the pills. I couldn’t, it’d break him inside. (Y/N)-”

“No!” I cried, tears soon filling up my eyes before I let them fall with a blink. “I-I can’t. Just go out of the bathroom and pretend you didn’t see anything then everything will be fine.”

Yoongi looked at me incredulously, his eyes slightly widening from my outburst but the seriousness came back almost instantly. “Just show me what’s behind your back.” His eyes flickered to the mirror again and saw the pill bottle, with a light and simple shove I was pushed to the side and Yoongi grabbed the opened bottle and grasped it in his hands. His eyes scanned the label and before I could even react he dumped the whole bottle in the toilet and flushed them down.

I stood on the brink of something I couldn’t describe. The weight of everything seemed to press down on my shoulders and I struggled to take even a single step forward. It was too much. All of it. And somehow, I kept moving. But every step cost me. The darkness grew darker; the pain grew sharper; all of it seemed to only grow in strength and I began to wonder if things could ever get better. The pills were gone, the only thing that seemed to give me hope and happiness on being the perfect girlfriend was now gone and flushed down the toilet.

Only once it resonated with me that they were gone did I finally break down, and I don’t mean I cried, I was now angry, angry with him for flushing down my hope, angry at him for not even noticing how sad I was, but most of all I was angry with myself. I pushed him back, his back hitting the bathroom wall and a screech of my voice coming at and colliding with his eardrums. “How could you!” My hands came back again to push him but they were only caught in his hands. His hands tightened around my wrists and quickly walked forward backing me up against the wall opposite to him. “Do you think I’m stupid? Do you really think I haven’t noticed how much you’ve changed? God, I can’t stand seeing you like this!” Yoongi’s hands only tightened as he got more frustrated. “You know I was waiting for you to tell me. I thought we’ve been together long enough that when you’re hurting you could tell me.” His eyes bored into mine and his hands tightened even more now to the point of hurting. “You’re hurting me.” My voice was small, quiet and frail but he heard me none the less. His hands still stayed around my wrists but loosened up a tremendous amount. I looked up at him but his eyes were now squeezed shut and his head was hanging low. I didn’t know what was going on in his head, how could I know? He knew what I was doing this whole time, I only kept it a secret because I knew it would tear him up inside, but in reality he had to suffer alone and silently waiting for me to come clean to him. “I’m sorry.” My voice picked up in pitch but it was more of a whisper still.

Yoongi never opened his eyes or raised his head. His hands dropped from my wrists and hung by his sides. “I- I should’ve-”

“Talk to me (Y/N). Just talk to me when you’re depressed, don’t worry about how I’m going to feel.”

“But-”

“No buts, I have been going out of my freaking mind seeing you like this and I could barely stand let alone watch you do this to yourself.” Yoongi’s hands now came up to my face cupping my cheeks in his hands.

“How long?” You whispered knowing he would be able to hear what I had just said. He gave a confused look so I spoke again. “How long have you known?”

It didn’t take long for him to answer. “Four months ago.”

“So when I started…I’m sorry.” I breathed out letting out the few tears that have been building up behind my eyes. Yoongi shushed me once I spoke those two words. His lips met my forehead and when he pulled back tears were now welling up in his eyes only making me feel more upset and a small cry left my lips. “Yoongi…I-I’m-”

“Shh, it’s okay. We’ll get through this okay? You just need to talk to me when you need help with all of this okay? You’re going to get better…you will, I promise.”

Enouement- 18

Summary: Told in reverse-chronological order, Enouement is the story of love and loss, telling the journey that led you to your ultimate destination: a life full of happiness and regret, mistakes and laughter- and the man who gave you it all. Bucky x Reader

Words: Lots????

Warnings: None

Master   Part 17

Originally posted by yourlipbalm

The living room was full of boxes, shoved up against walls with Sharpie scribbled on the sides. The windows were open, a gentle breeze flowing in and carrying the music of an old CD player through the house. The floors shined, freshly mopped, and you hummed along to the song as you wiped down each and every surface of the kitchen.

The screen door squeaked open and Bucky huffed, pushing through the open door with a heavy box in his hands. Steve was on his heels, carrying a box he could barely see around, and the two pairs of sneakers squeaked on the floor as they sat the boxes down among the others. Poking your head around the corner, you frowned at them both.

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That Was Wine? Didn't Taste It

Character: King George III X reader
Prompt: Character A just downed half a bottle of liquor thinking it was juice. Character B has to fix the situation before bad things start to happen.
Sentence 1: “come back to bed”
Sentence 2: “Let him go! It’s me that you want!”
Word Count: 976
W/T: Alcohol, drunks, small bit of yelling, overly emotional reader
A/N: So this was a randomizer prompt that I did with @desperatepenguin722 who is an amazing writer and great human being! I love em! Again, unedited, so most likely some mistakes scattered about. Hope y'all enjoy it!
~SJ

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“Y/N? Where are you?” A familiar voice calls from beyond the dresser, where you were currently sitting, mindlessly bunching your F/C dress up in your hands and letting go. “Hm? Geo-Hic-Georgey? Is that you?” You giggle, your body feeling extremely warm. You tilt your head upwards to find your husband towering over you, his handsome face scrunched up in confusion. “Wha… What in the world are you doing here?” He inquires, blinking a couple of times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. You automatically light up at the sight of George, any and all thoughts you had leaving you. “George! My beautiful h-hic-usband! My powerful King-hic-!” You laugh, attempting to stand. Your wobbly legs slip out from underneath of you, and you plop back down onto the hardwood floor, your glassy eyes finding their way back up to George’s. He slowly opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by the far door of the room opening, a servant poking her head in.

“Your Maj-”

“OUT.”

“Y-yes!”

The door slams shut just as quickly as it was opened, and you unintentionally let out a small giggle. “There’s n-hic- no need to yell, hon-hic-honey.” You coo, trying to stand again, this time grasping at the wall for support. “Y/N, what in the world have you been doing?” George asks worriedly, quickly reaching over and taking you in his arms. You stumble slightly, balancing yourself against his chest. “Oh nothing, I just-hic- had a servant bring me -hic- some food and such.” George’s eyes narrow at you, as if he were contemplating something. “You’re so cute.” You slur, pressing a kiss against his lips passionately. He accepts it, kissing back gently, as if he were testing something. He pulls away, still staring at you with questioning eyes. “Not fair.” You pout, sluggishly beating a fist against him in an attempt to be defiant. “You taste like wine.” He accuses, his eyes narrowing even more. “Whaaaa-hic-.” You say, your head suddenly becoming a bit heavier on the left side, making it tilt. “What have you been drinking?” He asks, walking you to your bed and gingerly sitting you on the edge. Instantly, you raise a finger to the green bottle across the way, laying down on the top of the desk George sometimes uses to write things down at, its contents dried out. “I just wanted some grape juice, so I had one of the-hic-maids bring me a bottle. You -hic- weren’t here to -hic hic- ask for it for me, so I just -hic- did it myself.” George swiftly steps away from you and to the desk, grasping the bottle in his hand, his eyes scanning the label. Even though you could still see him, he already felt like he was too far away. “Come back to bed.” You pout, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. His head slowly turns towards you, his eyebrows furrowed. “Y/N, this is wine.” “Didn’t taste it.” You deadpan, staring at him distantly. “Did you just down this within the past twenty minutes of which I was away?” He questions, his voice raising. “Aren’t you proud?” You smile cheerfully, sitting yourself up a little straighter. George cocks his head back, surprised by your answer. He opens his mouth to say something, but once again, the far door opens to interrupt him.

“Your Maj-”

“WHAT.” George shouts angrily at the man at the door. You slowly turn your head to the now open door, a tall man dressed in a rather nice coat, stood frozen in place. “Uh,” he begins, shifting nervously, “you are needed in the courtyard.” George closes his eyes and shakes his head, mumbling something unintelligible. “Very well, grab my coat off the wall.” He commanded, striding towards the door. The man practically jumps upon the King’s coat, holding it out for him to slip his arms into. Wait, George will be leaving you? “No!” You blurt out, both men stopping their actions. “Let him go! It’s me you want!” You shout, tears threatening to escape you. George bites his lip and closes his eyes, turning his head away slightly. “Can this matter wait until the morning?” He breathes to the man behind him. “I can let them stay in a guest room, and you can resume it in the morning?” The man suggests, his eyes glancing at you, in your dazed and hiccuping state. George nods and pulls his arms back out of the sleeves, motioning for the well dressed man to hang back up. “No one else is aloud to come into this room for the rest of the night. Everything will resume in the morning.” The mystery man nods and closes the door behind him, leaving George where he was standing, his eyes now affixing themselves upon you. “I thought -hic- you were g-hic-goi-hic hic- going to leave meeeeee.” You begin, bawling like a small child. Within a moment’s time, your husband was next to you, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other gently lowering you onto the bed. “Shhh.” He whispers, trying to calm you down. You sniffle and grab ahold of his shirt, balling it up in your fists as you leave tear stains on it. Slowly, your hiccups are replaced with yawns, and the tears from your eyes are exchanged for drowsiness. You feel yourself begin to drift off to sleep, but your husband’s voice draws you back for a moment.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You yawn.

“You’re not aloud to drink without me in your presence from now on.”

“But-”

“Y/N.” He growls, his voice serious.

“Fine, fine. Only because you’re such a doll, though.” You smile, closing your eyes again and pressing yourself closer to George.

“And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“If you ever do this again, at least save some for me.”

Coming Back (Alpha/Maine)

[AO3] [Fic Tag]

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 5513

Summary: Neither of them should have survived, and yet here they are. Coming back from this will take time. And a little company.

Notes: So we can all blame the lovely @herecomesthesniperbutt​ for this because it was her who was writing the Alpha that sent us diving deep into this ship and this AU. This is sort of based off an out there ‘theory’ (more of an AU) around a certain part of the new season, of which none of the details turn up in this early part, but… 

This was finished at midnight and is unedited. Forgive any mistakes, I might edit it later.

Warnings: Disassociation, Self Harm (first part, unintentional)

They didn’t know how long it took them to finally claw their way onto the solid ice at the bottom of the cliff. It had to have been hours. Hours of dragging frozen fingertips, barely protected by kevlar, across thick layers of snow and ice trying and failing over and over again to gain some purchase. Hours of barely holding their head above the freezing water, no helmet to protect their face from the burning cold of the air around them. It was at the bottom of the dark water, far beneath them, alongside the other pieces of their armour.

It was a miracle they’d pulled it all off in time.

But they’d made it.

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Serendipitous Sneezes

REQUEST: Since you and @wheresthekillswitch seem to be the causation of all the wonderful crack on my dash, would one of you take a crack request? Where the reader hunts with Sam and Dean and is allergic to things like cats, dogs…. and especially werewolves. - @kmb99t

Warnings: Slight language, sneezing, allergenic grossness, cat shenanigans

Word Count: 1,943

A/N: I hope I did this justice for you, babe! Much thanks to Lee and Han for giving me ideas and editing my tired brain errors on this!

My tags are way down below. Let me know if you want to be tagged in anything that I write :)


As soon as we stepped foot into the motel room, my nose started to twitch. I felt a familiar itch start to grow around my eyes. Well shit.

“There have been cats here,” I hissed, slowly backing back off of the moldy green carpet and out of the doorframe.

Dean looked over the room and then back at me standing a good few feet into the parking lot, “It looks clean, Y/N. I’m allergic, and I’m not sneezing.”

“I can sense them,” I whispered, resisting the urge to furiously rub at my irritated corneas.

Dean rolled his eyes, “Don’t be ridiculous.” He came out into the lot and took my elbow in his hand, slowly leading me back inside the room, “You’ll be fine.”

Famous last words.

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Silver Silence Part 4

Pairing: Bucky x shy enhanced reader

Summary: Bucky finally finds himself able to live at the compound with the team, but finds it difficult to repress his feelings for his new very shy and gentle teammate.

Word count: 2,066

Warnings: Fluff and slight anst, Very shy reader, swearing mentions of social anxiety.

You woke up, blinking rapidly at the hovering lights above you and letting out a groan from the sting in your head. The surface you where lying on was cold, and stiff, but there was an obvious softness propping your head up. As you turned your head to the side you noticed you where in the med bay, and naturally you assumed it was because you passed out and Bucky had brought you in. As slowly as possible you sat up, causing light whimpers to cascade from your mouth. No one was around, and the room carried with it, an eerie silence that you honestly felt the need to get away from.  So with that to motivate you, you pulled yourself off the table and began to head to the door. In the hall you where met with that same silence that you found in the lab, not a single drop of noise was forming in the air, all except your delicate footsteps.

Feeling slightly out of breath, even with the fact that you had only walked to the living room, you propped yourself up on the door frame.  There was no one in the site, not even in the kitchen, just scattered papers and game controllers on the coffee table and abandoned boxes of protein bars and plates strewn about the kitchen. Taking all this in you knew exactly where everyone had gone, they were out on a mission, and judging by your surroundings, a urgent one.

You slid your hand into the back pocket of your jeans to grab your phone and noticed it wasn’t there. Figuring it was most likely in your room you began to walk towards the elevators and pressed your floor button.

It felt weird being in your room for some reason, like you had been out of it so long that it was almost less appealing then it normally is, but none the less it was a strange sort of safety from the rest of the compound.  

You searched all around your room but there was no sign of your phone, and even more unusual no sign of its charger either. After retaining this information, and redressing yourself for the day, you ventured back into the elevator, and found your finger hovering over the button for the upper floor.

You hadn’t been out of the compound since you arrived there and it felt like you where just pretending to be a caged animal that could just as easily break if outside your padded cell. With one quick thought you pushed the button for the lobby and walked out the front doors.

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Buckys POV

A commotion in the front of the helicarrier snapped me out of my exhausted daze and caused me to rise to my feet.

“What’s wrong?” I asked Steve as he made his way back to where I stood, his face slightly panicked but trying to remain calm.

“That was Helen, she can’t find (y/n)” he took a deep breath before answering the obvious question etched on my face. “She went to the lab to check on her after moving her from the bed to the table to run tests and she’s not there, she isn’t even in the compound.”

I took a long slow breath and glanced around at the faces behind him, “how long until we land?”

“About an hour” he replied, sighing as he took a seat next to me.  I could feel his eyes on me as I slowly sat next to him, carding my hands through my hair, then feeling his hand on my shoulder.

“She’ll be okay Bucky, she may have just went for a walk.” He reassured me.

I turned my head to look at him, stress already radiating from my chest. “But what if she’s not Steve, what if something bad happened? She’s the most venerable person on this team, she’s the easiest target.” I swallowed.

Steve smiled at me softly ready to reassure me even though he himself was freaking out inside. “She’s tougher then you think.”

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“HEY! Watch where you’re going asshole!” You shouted as a bicyclist nearly ran you over on a cross walk.  It almost surprised you how vocal and outgoing you felt all of a sudden, but then you remembered you where always less shy when it came to the city, and especially when the people around you weren’t world renowned super heroes.

Yes, you do suppose maybe sneaking out of the compound after being hospitalized from over exertion was a bit of a risk, but on the other hand you had previously been on your own for almost 7 years.

It had been roughly 2 hours since you left the safety of the compound and so far you had walked around the park, got ice cream from a vender and even stroke up a conversation with a complete stranger on a park bench, all with only one near death experience. And by near death, of course you meant the skinny prick on his bicycle that almost broke about 5 of your bones if he had hit you.

Luckily though, everything was going according to plan, well a plan you didn’t really have but let’s call it a strategy, as in don’t break yourself.

As you rounded a corner you saw a little movie store tucked in between a boutique and a coffee shop. You didn’t necessary need any more movies, but there was someone who you knew would enjoy some of their own copies. You made your way through the plethora of bodies and pulled yourself into the store, hearing a ring of bells as the door opened and closed.  The shop keeper greeted you with a friendly smile and an almost animated “Good evening!” which he followed with the usual “Can I help you find anything?”

You thought for a moment before asking him where you could find older movies.

He pointed his finger in the direction left of you. “All the way down second to last shelf” he said.

You nodded curtly at him and made your way down the rows of shelves until you stood in front of one labeled “vintage”. You scanned the tittles until you found a copy of ‘Arsenic and Old Lace’ along with ‘The Maltese Falcon” and ‘How Green Was My Valley’. Two of which you didn’t own, but were sure even if you gave them to Bucky that he would let you borrow them when ever.

After checking out you left the shop and glanced at the horizon. Noticing it was beginning to approach night fall, which meant you probably woke up in the lab around late afternoon.  Deciding it was most likely a better idea to head back to the compound now, rather than wait another hour in line for coffee and pastries like originally planned. You found where you parked the car you had conveniently borrowed from tony and began to drive back home.

You felt your bones ache with sleep as you took the last couple of steps through the doors and into the elevator. You’re sure you had a content smile on your face the whole way up that is until it was metaphorically smacked right off as the elevators doors opened to reveal all your team mates standing around the living room with their arms crossed.

“I see you had fun” tony was the first one to speak, making his way over to you. “And really? My Havana?” he asked.

You shrugged sheepishly, shrinking down and mumbling “I like vintage things”

“Where have you been all day?” you heard a voice from behind tony and glanced around him as Bucky began to walk towards you. You felt his gaze wonder down your body, checking for any sign of injury.

“i-I I just wanted some air…” he looked at you with hurt eyes and then shook his head as he passed you and walked into the elevator.  Steve pushed past tony and stood in front of you.

“You should have told us, we were all worried sick, all we had was footage of you walking out of the building.”  He said softly.

You sighed softly. “I didn’t have my phone, and you all were gone I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”

“Anything can happen to you out there.” He replied more sternly.

That caused your blood to heat up. “Yeah well ‘out there’ is where I spent seven years of my life alone.” You seethed as you started to back up to the elevator again. “I can handle myself, just because I have you all here to help me does not suddenly make me any more fragile then I was before.”

And with that you went back to your room.  When you laid you bags down on your bed you felt an overwhelming tight sensation in your chest. They were all disappointed. They were worried about you, and as much as that filled you with warmth, it also filled you with guilt.

You knew what hurt you possibly the most was Bucky’s face when he approached you. You couldn’t really explain it, but the handsome solider admitted a feeling in you. Maybe because he didn’t treat you like glass all the time, or the fact that he made the effort to get you out of your room but he was definitely growing on you.

Taking all the courage you could muster up you grabbed the movies you had gotten for him from the bed and headed down to his room.

It took you about 10 minutes of standing at his door to finally gather enough adrenaline to actually knock and when you did all you heard was a soft “come in” from the other side.

You entered, finding Bucky sitting up against his beds headboard, with one foot draped aimlessly off the bed and a book in his hands.  His face held slight confusion but still looked at you almost disappointingly. You clutched the movies tighter to your chest, looking down to the floor in short glances.

“I’m sorry” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. “I just… I’m sorry”

He sighed, looking down at the book then closing it and laying it on the bedside table, before nodding and patting the spot beside him on the bed.  You shuffled over to him, sitting on the side near his legs carefully, facing him instead of where he pointed at.

“I was worried you know” he spoke, causing you to nod. “I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

You nodded again and then looked down at your lap. “You have reason to worry…” you started. “I know I’m the equivalent of a china doll, but I’m honestly capable of a lot more then you think.” You shifted your gaze to his eyes. “Don’t forget I was on my own for seven years before I came here.”

He let his eyes linger on you as he softened his features. “I know, I know I just have this primitive need to protect you… And I’m not even sure why, I don’t even know you all that well but…” he trailed off.

“You’re broken in mind, and I’m broken in body.” You finished for him. “We are both a little fragile. And maybe you are to me, as Steve is to you. Someone to lean on.”

He sat there with you in the silence that seemed to drag on for centuries, but it was the kind of silence you felt content in, and honestly it felt all the more peaceful knowing his energy resided in it.

“I uh… Got you something” you felt your voice become nervous as you handed him the three movies, with shaking hands.  He took them from you and looked down, reading the tittles and letting a warm smile rest on his face.

“Thank you.” He replied, looking up into your eyes in sincerity.

“I just thought you’d like to have a few movies of your own since you enjoy mine so much.” You smiled back at him.

As you made your way to leave you felt butterflies form in your stomach.

“Oh and (y/n)” he called, making you turn around. “The mission today… We went to a hydra facility for a couple of files.”

You nodded, your eyes fixed in confusion at what he was getting at.

“We know how to cure you.”

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Terra Nova  ~Part Ten: The End~

[See my Masterlist for earlier sections. I’d link them, but for some reason that negates the tags]

WE’RE HERE! :D Part Ten of Terra Nova - the last chapter. I’m so glad you guys are enjoying the story, it’s been so much fun to write. <3 

THE STORY SO FAR: You’re in a tunnel, somewhere below the surface of the planet, searching for your lost ‘exhibit-mates’, while Bones and the rest of the Enterprise desperately try to get you back. 

Pairing: Reader X Bones
Words: 3,614 (told you it would be a long one!) 

Warnings: Swearing, descriptions of explosions, tension, secondary character death

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           The tunnel was cold. A shiver ran down your back and you pressed your body into the wall, waiting as footsteps slowly faded, becoming one with the soft vibrations that filled the space. You let the air settle for a moment, then crouched low and moved off into the darkness once again, listening hard for any sound beyond your own heartbeat. You shuffled over to the nearest door and pressed gently against the metal. With a soft whine it gave way, and you peered in to find the walls lined with bottles, and the floor filled with boxes.

           Moving inside, you scanned the labels around you, searching for anything that might be useful, but there was no point – you couldn’t read the local language. Your eyes fell on the crate just in front of you, and in a last-ditch attempt to salvage anything before you reentered the tunnel, you pulled off the lid with a loud snap.

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A Court of Hearts and Darkness Chapter Twelve

It’s been over a century since the epic and bloody war against Hybern, but a new, unprecedented horror lies in wait to threaten everything the Inner Circle holds dear.


At a mere 17, it seems that the only one who can save them is the Heir to the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand’s daughter Eleana, but as a creature so vile promises to kill everyone she loves, she must combat the urge to succumb to the darkness herself. The key to success lies hidden within her mate, the bastard born Kaden, who is as oblivious to the bond as her Court is oblivious to the war on the horizon.


With the help of her cousin and warrior Felix, the son of the famed Nesta and Cassian, they will try to save everything they hold dear, hopefully before the darkness takes them all.


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Masterlist


Chapter One   Chapter Two   Chapter Three    Chapter Four    Chapter Five
Chapter Six    Chapter Seven    Chapter Eight    Chapter Nine    Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven 

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-Chapter 12-

From not so far away, something of a different world watched two half-breeds napping on the side of a mountain. Curious, these creatures, seemingly having inherited the strengths of their races and yet the weaknesses of any young thing.

The girl was especially something to behold. It had watched her for a while. Watched her piece together the puzzle of its creations, give them the names it couldn’t pronounce in its otherworldly accent. It would be able to soon, just not while it was stuck in this skin. It had watched the girl struggle with the veilsinger – someone that must soon be destroyed. But yet, it was so entertaining to watch the two skitter around each other uncomprehendingly.  And it would not deny the male’s charms and looks had wheedled its way into its heart. He was unexpected, and made choosing a new body all that much easier.

But it would have to wait - there were many things it had to do before it took its new skin. Many things to be learnt, many things to become stronger in.

Why yes, it would have to be stronger than it had ever been if it was going to take her skin, and she refused to settle for anything less than the power of the heir.

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don’t forget to dream of me

Originally posted by softbeom

A/N: i’ve been away for awhile yikes, sorry :/ here’s a short scenario that someone actually requested so thank you!! it’s not the best but it’s something,, heh. 

⇨  request here

[jaebum x reader]

genre: fluff

word count: 894

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Maison Martin Margiela spring—summer 1999.

HANDCRAFTED PIECES. Raw finished vintage denim waist-coat and customized jeans with random patches. T-shirts and shirts printed with their own photographic image. 

Presentation:
6 rue Fèrou, a large abandoned private house at Place St Suplice in the 6th arrondissement of Paris. The official ‘calendar’ of shows, sent to journalists by the French Chambre Syndical of Haute Couture and Prêt a Porter is stamped and used an invitation. The invited public fill the first two floors of the house. All shutters on the windows and curtains are shut to the outside world. Only the existing light bulbs, hanging on a wire from each ceiling, light each room. The sound and conversations of the public on the first floor are broadcast to the public on the ground floor and vice versa. While the public waits for the show to begin, men in white coats, wearing ‘sandwich boards’, walk in procession through the rooms. Poster size photographs of garments from ‘6’ are printed on each sandwich board. Fifteen men wearing garments from ‘10’ follow them. When all twenty-five men leave the space, the lights go out, and the invited public stands in darkness. Forty women wearing the collection begin their procession, one at a time, through each room. As each woman enters a room they are lit by small lights hand-held by a team of fifty-four men spread throughout the house. As they move through the room their light follows them and goes out as they leave the room. Each woman smells of patchouli oil. A soundtrack of heavy rock music plays over the sound system. For the finale all of the forty women and twenty-five men, pass through the crowd.

Collection:
The collection is now made up of groups: 0: Reworked garments for women; 0/10: Reworked garments for men; 1: A collection for women; 6: Garments for girls & women, 10: A wardrobe for men, 13: Publications – objects and 22: Shoes for women. All groups other than ‘1’ carries a label on which the numbers 0 to 23 are printed. In each case the relevant number for that piece is encircled on its label.

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Label-less anatomy images for the thesis!

This weekend will be spent finishing my text and annotations, as well as working on the last few traditional paintings. Next week will be scanning and labeling and finishing some digital paintings!

6 days and counting <3

©2017 Skye Young

The mind is a funny thing

Originally posted by thewinchesterdaily

Originally posted by alionaw

Originally posted by intrudingthoughts1

Summary. *Imagine meeting Dean in hell and getting pulled into the plan for the apocalypse kickoff.*

This is Part Six in the No place like hell series. Part two here. Part Three. Part Four. Part Five.

Pairing: Dean x reader

*I felt like I needed to put some WARNING with this one because it does get dark. This chapter has after-effects of torture. This story as a whole gets, well, hellish. Deals with torture and the after-effects . *

Word Count: 3456

Gasoline by Halsey

 “I think there's a flaw in my code” - Halsey

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