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Pete| Bad Things |Dunne

Title; Bad Things

Words; 5,644

Pairing; Pete Dunne/Reader

Summary; I wanna do real bad things to you.

Warnings; NSFW. Porn without plot. Biting. Hair pulling. Choking. Orgasm denial. Latex free. If you squint and tilt your head to the side, some BDSM.

A/N; Y’all thought I forgot about you guys huh. Never fear. Momma’s back. Vegas was like a livewire to my brain. Child’s Play is coming this week. Leave some love and/or constructive words. 

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Creative Control

The shadowy figure stalked the cells. Flame torches lit the otherwise dim prison and they flickered slightly as he walked past them. They clutched at a well worn journal tightly as they walked along the corridor, their footsteps echoed off the stone walls. They paced up and down the narrow path before pausing. The only sound they could hear was his own breathing and the crackle of the flames. Perfect. They could think clearly now. They opened the journal and flicked through the pages. Their mind wondered through what was already written.
“You guys are unusually quiet tonight” he said to no one in particular, not looking up from his book. He smiled when he heard the rattle of chains coming from the furthest cell.
“Bastard” came a low mumble from within it. The figure stepped towards the voice.

Inside the cell sat a man with a pink moustache. The hair on the top of head was the same colour with black on the sides. He wore grey trousers and a cream coloured shirt which was slightly creased from where he had been sitting. A bright pink bowtie finished off his look. The chains on his wrists clanged again as the person they were bound to walked towards the bars. They tightened a few feet away, the man let out a frustrated growl and clenched his fists. He shot a threatening look towards the person outside the cell as he made a mighty effort to reach the bars.
The figure calmly took a pen out of his pocket and started to write in the journal.
The person in the cell let out a gasp as the chains tightened around his wrists. They shortened and dragged him back.
“Stop!” They cried. “I’ll keep my distance”
The figure stopped writing.
“There you go, Wilford” he said “You’re learning” he continued to write.
The one the figure called Wilford said nothing as the chains loosened slightly around his wrists, instead they turned their back on the figure, shoulders slumped in defeat.
“You’ve made me too weak” Wilford said, there was a drawl to his accent.
“Don’t worry, Wilford. I’m sure I can make Mark come up with something. I see you fading. You haven’t been out to see the fans since Valentines day. I’ll fix that soon”

A low chuckle came from another cell. The figure grinned when he heard it. It came from his favourite prisoner. He gripped his pen tightly as he approached the cell. Inside was adorned with an antique desk with an elegant chair. The top of the desk was polished and it shined in the torchlight. A man who could nearly match the figure’s looming presence was leaning on the desk, head bowed and arms folded. He wore a tailor made suit that was immaculately pressed. He didn’t seem too bothered about the chains around his ankles.
“Got something to say, Dark?” asked the figure.
Dark raised his head, a confident smirk greeted the figure’s sight.
“Nothing for you to worry about” he said, his voice was deep and had a subtle roughness to it.
The figure twirled the pen in his fingers.
“Did you like your latest appearance? It took me a while to work out how write you in to that video.”
The smirk on Dark’s face faltered. He glared at the figure.
“It was too short” he said, bluntly.
The figure scoffed.
“I’m not stupid, Dark. Too much air time for you would be dangerous for Mark, don’t you think?”
“He fears me”
“Don’t flatter yourself. The fans give you that power”
“At least they’ve heard of me” countered Dark “Most of them don’t even know of your existence” taunted Dark.

The figure leaned in closer to the bars of the cell.
“And I’d like to keep it that way” he whispered. “The only person who needs to care about my existence is Mark. The fool still thinks he made me up but we all know the truth, don’t we?” He watched as Dark’s expression hardened.
“You’ll slip up one day” growled Dark “and when you do, I’ll take my rightful place as the guard and I’ll make you suffer”
The figure chuckled. He liked having one of his prisoners showing a bit of fight in them and Dark was the perfect entity to have conversations with. He wrote down a few sentences in the book.
Dark felt reality shifting around him but stayed calm. He knew the person was manipulating something about his existence but had enough wit about him to resist a tiny fraction of his influence. He grunted as he felt pressure within his chest. He knelt down to keep from falling.
“You’re one of my favourite creations, Dark. But I need to dampen that desire for revenge.”
Dark let out a shaky breath.
“Of course” he said before shaking out of his submissive mindset. The figure smiled once more before walking off. Dark seethed, he hated this situation but knew he would have to bide his time. Relying on the fans’ desire to see him angered him but they were necessary to his plan to one day escape.

The person stopped in front of the last cell.
“And how are you feeling tonight, Google?”
The cell lit up in an instant, the walls were illuminated with a bright, white light. Another man who sat in the middle snapped his head up and stood up straight. He wore a pair of black jeans and a blue t-shirt with a glowing white G adorning the front. His glasses shined in the light
“I do not feel anything, creator. Would you like me to add emotion to my database?” His voice had a robotic tone to it.
“No need, Google. I can do that from here” said the figure, pointing to his book. “The fans seem to like you.”
“Thank you creator. I seemed to have had an energy spike in my code which lasted nearly seventy hours after you let me out. I am still running a data analysis to process what to do with this information and will be coming to a conclusion shortly.”
“No need” mumbled the figure, quickly jotting down a few lines in the book.
Google immediately stopped. He looked frozen in time.
“Close one” said the figure. “I’ll have to keep him away for a while.” He finished writing and saw google come back to life. “Put yourself on sleep mode, Google.”
Google gave a short nod and went back to sitting down. The lights flickered off and the cell was in darkness once more.

The figure snapped the book shut and put the pen back into his pocket. He surveyed the cells and contemplated making new creations before dismissing the thought. Darkipler, Wilford Warftstach and Googlplier were all he needed for the time being.
“That’ll do for now.” He stretched out his arms and yawned. His connection with Mark was strong. “Seems Mark’s getting tired. Alright, time for me to rest too then” he walked to the base of some steps which led out of the prison. “Goodnight, boys” He sighed when he didn’t get a response. “Shall I write out your demise? It’ll be easy” he waited for a second “I’ll say it again, goodnight, boys”. He grinned when heard the voices call back.
“Goodnight, Author”

Bad Girlfriend

Words: 1.9k

Summary: Based on the song “Bad Girlfriend” by Theory of a Deadman. Dean is concerned that you are not behaving like a good girlfriend; but maybe Castiel likes you that way.

Warnings: Sassy Cas, smut (male receiving oral sex, vaginal fingering, grace!kink, dom!cas, a hint of voyeurism if you squint)

A/N: I heard the song and thought about how Castiel might not be the outwardly jealous and possessive angel some fics make him out to be. Please let me know if you’d like to be added to my master tag list and feedback is always welcome.

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pheonixhp  asked:

I know you're currently not doing prompts, but I'm having the worst day ever School sucks and I feel like everyone hates me So could you maybe when you have the time write something really fluffy? Like SUPER fluffy? Bc I just need some sanvers in my life right now. Have a great day, and of course you don't have to write anything (I'm surprised I was brave enough to even ask tbh)

I’m so proud of you for asking, darling. You’re amazing <3 <3 <3

CUE SUPER FLUFFY COLLEGE AU

She watches the Danvers girl from a distance, because she’s beautiful and she’s the radiantly intelligent and she’s a massive nerd and she’s just got this incredibly sexy haircut and she’s fiercely protective of that blonde freshman girl and she’s everything Maggie wants and she’s nothing Maggie deserves.

So she just watches. “Not in the creepy way,” she defends herself to her roommate, who’s sharp as a whip and doesn’t miss a thing. “No, come on, Lena. We have classes together, that’s all. And she lives just down the hall, so of course I’m gonna see her all the time – “

“Yes. Exactly, Maggie. She lives right down the hall. So why don’t you go talk to her?”

Maggie clams up and Maggie takes a deep breath, and Lena knows, and nods, and slides her the half-eaten box of donuts.

But it turns out that she doesn’t have to bury herself in late night donuts and laughs with her roommate, and it turns out she doesn’t have to work up the courage to go up to her, doesn’t have to practice what she’ll say over and over and over again.

Because the next morning, Alex Danvers comes up to her on the quad.

“Hi. Um… It’s Sawyer, right? I’m Alex. Danvers. Alex Danvers.”

Her voice is higher than it is in class, and it makes Maggie fall even harder, because lowering the octave of your voice to make sure you’re heard is a strategy she knows far too well herself.

She stares and she splutters because she realizes, all too late, that Alex is holding her hand out to shake hers, and Maggie clears her throat, and gulps, and tries to remember that she learned the alphabet many years ago and really should have a better grasp on it by now.

“Yeah. Maggie. Uh – hi.”

Nice, Sawyer, she scolds, but Alex doesn’t seem to notice. In fact, Alex seems to…like it.

“So um. Maggie. I noticed… I noticed you’re always the only one other than me to actually get the right answers in chem lab.”

Maggie looks down and grins, because Alex Danvers noticed me, Alex Danvers noticed me, Alex Danvers noticed me.

“So I thought, you know, we could study together. If you want. Keep each other company. During… studying. And there’s this great pinball bar I know, in town. We could… study. Together. And maybe play some pinball.”

Alex’s spluttering – Alex-best-at-everything-at-all-times-Danvers’s spluttering – somehow makes Maggie like her even more.

“You asking me out, Danvers?”

Alex blushes and shifts her feet and wrings her hands and pffts a little.

“Do you want me to be, Sawyer?”

“Heads up!!!” The shout from the quad makes both girls jump, and they both reach up to catch the football spiraling chaotically their way. Alex’s hands close around it first, and Maggie thinks to be embarrassed because of her height, but Alex is beaming and Alex caught the damn thing and fuck is Maggie more than a little turned on.

“Watch where you’re throwing, Schott!” Alex laughs as she chucks the ball back.

“Oh, Winn didn’t throw that! Winn couldn’t’ve thrown that, are you kidding?” a boy that Maggie thinks is called Jimmy calls, and Winn laughs but doesn’t deny it.

“Friends of yours?” Maggie asks as Alex extends her arm to her, and Maggie nearly swoons, and loops her arm through Alex’s to steady herself.

“Of my sister’s,” Alex explains as she waves laughingly as James and Winn both whoop on seeing Maggie and Alex’s arms linked.

“On your way to bio lecture?” Maggie asks, and Alex grins down at her.

“You too, right?” Maggie nods because she’s forgotten about words again.

Alex opens doors for her and Alex sits next to her and Alex scribbles little notes to her in the margins of her otherwise extremely detailed, extremely meticulous notebook.

It’s been two hours since Alex first revealed that she even knew who Maggie was, and already Maggie feels more cared for, more respected, more fun, than she had in any of her relationships – if you could call them that – in high school.And bio lecture had never quite been this incredible.

Relief

 Pairing: Bones x Reader

Words: 3,912

Warnings: Alcohol, Cursing, Smut, NSFW, Fluff, a little Angst I guess?

I’m kinda nervous about it because I changed it soo many times and had some situations in between…

Summary (It’s bad): The Reader gets drunk and acts on the previous established kinda wonky relationship she has with Bones the next morning.

Have fun! I guess? 

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Tonight was just a relief after the last few weeks. Because the group of biologists you had sent down didn’t have enough intelligence to keep their distance to the population on the planet who, of course, didn’t like them snooping around and taking pieces of plants and earth with them. The end of it? A group of whiny biologists in medbay, one of your best colleagues dead, Bones and you lecturing them and the Captain having a serious chat with you. No fun. Which means that this time you would join the others at the bar while you were docked in one of the Federation’s snow globes in space. What could go wrong, right?

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“Y/N! Come on! Show him!”, Jim cheers loudly and you roll your eyes at him, he already made his way towards you as you took another sip of your beer.

“Jim, I’m not going to drink Pavel under the table! The poor boy already is a heavy drinker, he doesn’t need encouragement.”, you protest, one of your hands pulling the strapless top of your dress into place as Jim just links his arm with yours and tugs you into the direction of the table.

“Stop complaining, this is going to be fun, Y/N. You ready Pavel, because she’s got some training!” Jim is already slurring and you sit down, shaking your head slightly before you pin your hair back with another needle so nothing falls into your way while drinking. “I’ll go easy on you, kid.”, you remark with a hint of irony and wink at Pavel who doesn’t really seem that intimidated by you. Seeing the vodka bottle for shots you can already tell why.

Originally posted by i5x

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That’s My Girl - Finn Shelby

Request: Peaky Blinders: Could you please do a peaky blinders imagine that you’re Isaiah’s younger sister and you’re in a relationship with Finn. from: anonymous. 

That’s My Girl - Finn Shelby

The Garrison was already in full swing when you got there. Isaiah left you for Michael the moment he walked through the door. You stood by the entrance, looking for other Shelbys to celebrate with. Today was Arthur’s birthday and it seemed like everyone had been invited down the Garrison for a drink.

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marrying yoongi

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

  • happy day one of 2k17 time to start the year off right with an unconventional marriage to yoongi
  • i say unconventional because think about it?
  • yoongi, married?
  • those two things don’t really go together??
  • marriage definitely isn’t for everyone and i see yoongi as someone who doesn’t really wanna get married
  • it’s just like a label for him and also being married is kind of scary to him?
  • like that’s a lot more trust and commitment and there are so many horror stories of marriages gone wrong that he doesn’t wanna risk it
  • like your relationship is so perfect right now i think that maybe he would feel like he would jinx it if you got married?
  • like you guys have been dating five years so it’s like you already act like a married couple, he doesn’t see the need to put a label on your relationship like that
  • like all that matter is that you love him and that he loves you, the titles shouldn’t be important?
  • yoongi would be the last one to get married i think
  • in this au he is
  • like all the other boys are married and they’re like yoongi the married life is wonderful and he’s like how is it different than the dating life
  • is there an actual difference i think not
  • jin rolls his eyes and hoseok looks so offended
  • jeongguk shrugs and says there are cool rings and jimin says more snuggles and tae says more love or something cheesy??
  • but then namjoon is like i guess it’s the same maybe except there’s a tax break when you’re married
  • yoongi’s eyes light up because tax break?? sign him the heck uP
  • no seriously though
  • he starts to think about it
  • it’s not fair to you, someone who probably wants to get married, to deny you that just because he’s a bit on edge about the whole thing??
  • he loves you more than life itself and if that means stepping out of his comfort zone, well damn he’s willing to do it
  • now that he thinks more about it, he kinda feels like an asshole because you had always hinted at wanting to maybe settle down and actually get married, but he had always countered your little hints with the whole marriage isn’t real blah blah blah
  • and as much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he notices a change in all of his friends after they get married and there’s this new light in their eyes and he doesn’t want to miss out on that
  • he’s figured he’s made you wait long enough so he better get on that proposal am i right
  • yoongi probably thinks he’s really subtle going about this whole proposal business thing but he is most definitely not
  • like for rings?? he pulls up a bunch of rings on google images and he sits you down like not for me, but uh,,, which ones do you like??
  • and you’re like yoongi wth these are engagement rings
  • “really i would have never noticed?”
  • “yoongi, you typed in engagement rings into the search bar??”
  • like that’s the kind of stuff yoongi is pulling
  • you’re shaking your head because yoongi can’t keep secrets from you, not this far along in your relationship
  • like one day you see he left his laptop open right
  • and pulled up is “wedding mixtape” playlist and you’re like wth yoongiiiiiiii
  • you’re kind of hyping yourself up because oh my god yoongi is actually going to propose?? like he’s hardcire going to get down on one knee and propose to you??
  • i mean you actually gotta wait for it to happen,,,
  • thank god yoongi consults the squad first because his proposal idea wasn’t a very good idea
  • i don’t think yoongi is someone who’s the best at expressing himself with words, like he definitely is someone who is better at using his writing to express how he really feels???
  • but he felt the pressure to do a normal, spoken word proposal like everyone else and so he was gonna speak it out
  • and he goes to his number one bro,,, namjoon,,, and he’s like how does this sound
  • “i love you very much and i want to marry you and share a house and a tax break with you”
  • namjoon is like,,, look you’re my senior but i’ve never wanted to hit you more
  • “look yoongi, you have a gift with your written words, and it would be stupid for you not to use that”
  • “but, but, they’re probably expecting a speech or-”
  • “look, trust me on this yoongi, your true feelings will mean much more”
  • yoongi is still feeling a little self conscious about it so namjoon agrees to sit and help him work everything out
  • like i know it’s the cliche but
  • yoongi would so write a song
  • think about
  • yoongi, all of our insights of how yoongi really thinks and feels deep down is through his music??
  • he always comes off as being okay and living the dream for the fans but like we know his real feelings through his music
  • music is his love and you are also his love and he’s gonna combine his two favorite things together
  • you come home that night to find a note on the counter saying yoongi is at the studio and he’ll be gone for a while, and to not wait up for him
  • hahaha
  • yah right
  • you stay up for him, by sitting on the couch and watching the marvelous misadventures of flapjack
  • yoongi gets home at like three in the morning??
  • and he thinks he’s being super subtle and secretive but nooo, your ass is up and you notice him right away
  • wow the hoseok one was four pages this one is gonna be so much longer wowow anyway
  • he kinda freezes because he wanted to wait for the next morning because yikes it’s late and he’s exhausted and he’s overwhelmed with this bubbling happiness??
  • but you’re up in his face, demanding to know where he’s been because you could’ve sworn that he was on break??
  • he gets all red and stammers out this really crappy excuse and you just roll your eyes
  • “min yoongi, we have been dating for like seventy two years now, i know when you’re lying”
  • so he just gives you that gummy smile and leans down and kisses your forehead
  • “i wanted to wait but…”
  • he hands you his ipod and earbuds and he pulls up this song for you
  • you two are sitting on the couch and he keeps his hand on your thigh while you listen
  • the song starts about when you two first met and how he would have never expected to fall in love with you, but in a strange turn of events he did
  • he brings up your first date and your first kiss and the first i love you
  • he talks about the little things he loves about you, the things you think nobody ever notices
  • he talks about how you complete him, how happy you make him, how you’re his sun, moon, and stars- no wait, his universe
  • he talks about how excited he is to spend the future with you and how he’s looking towards growing old with you and
  • and at this point you’re crying
  • maybe because it’s three in the morning but maybe it’s because you love yoongi
  • it’s probably because you love yoongi
  • you tackle him onto the couch and soon you two are kissing so super gently and his hands are tangled in your hair and your hands are on his chest and it’s so!!
  • after that he kinda
  • “shit i gotta get down on one knee”
  • and he pulls a box from his coat pocket and he pulls out the ring
  • it’s really simple
  • probably a silver band
  • if you’re a gem person i don’t think he would do diamond, he would do your birthstone instead
  • or onyx i could see him with onyx
  • something simple but also something really not cliche
  • anyway he slips it on your finger and he kisses you again
  • you two fall asleep on the couch, your fingers intertwined
  • you wake up the next morning to-
  • is that hoseok screaming??
  • you open your eyes and all of the boys are crowded around you and yoongi
  • namjoon spilled the beans oops
  • hoseok and jin are crying and jeongguk and jimin are winking suggestively
  • you roll your eyes and try to go back to sleep but yoongi moves a bit and you end up falling off him
  • the boys are like since we’re all married, we wanna help plan the wedding!!
  • yoongi is like,,, you have five seconds to run before i murder you all dead
  • okay but hear me out
  • yoongi doesn’t wanna get married,,, as in like a wedding
  • like he just wants to get eloped
  • to elope???
  • and you’re kind of okay with that because you don’t wanna spend money on a ceremony and you can still have the boys come
  • like you can save that money for a really nice honeymoon or lots of poptarts
  • mostly you know that a big ceremony would probably stress yoongi out completely and it’s not worth it to have him upset and panicking over what’s supposed to be the happiest day of your guys’ life
  • the thing that matters is that you two are gonna get married, the means aren’t really important
  • just because you two are eloping doesn’t mean it still can’t be nice??
  • like he would rent a tux out i’m sure and he would probably get all the boys tuxes too
  • and you would dress up too i’m sure of it
  • but before the wedding right??
  • like boy says he doesn’t care about the details of whatever is happening
  • but he’s so interested when you rent out your outfit and pick out your bouquet and call up an official
  • the day comes and i see yoongi getting married in the winter
  • like january 27
  • so like it’s snowing outside and the world is so calm and peaceful
  • the “wedding” would be really small, like the boys would be there, your best friends, and your parents if you wanted
  • but that’s about it
  • and he’s waiting at town hall, wearing a tux that’s a little too big for him
  • you two would be wearing matching converse or something btw
  • namjoon is right at his side
  • yoongi is like i won’t cry haha crying is for wimps
  • but as soon as he sees you walking down
  • tears are streaming down his face and namjoon has to keep a hand on his shoulder to keep him from running towards you
  • i think yoongi would definitely write his own vows but he can’t get through them properly because he’s crying and smiling that precious, gummy smile of his
  • everything seems like a blur because all you can think about is yoongi, as your husband…
  • the official is like guess what you’re married now, just kiss okay
  • and yoongi can’t really try to pretend he’s calm and collected
  • he pulls you into his arms
  • you two hug for a bit first and then he cups your face in his hands and presses his lips to yours
  • hoseok and namjoon cheer the loudest
  • tbh it probably ends in a group hug with all the boys congratulating you two and wishing you well
  • yoongi sweeps you off your feet and spins you around and then leans down to kiss you again
  • the after party is a little more high key
  • okay guess who has an obsession with new york
  • when my girl nancy got married they rented out this restaurant and had everything there
  • i think nicole did the same thing
  • so all that money you saved on a wedding, you dedicate to renting out this classy restaurant
  • more friends and family are invited than just the bangtan boys
  • lots of good music is playing and it’s really lively and upbeat
  • your first dance song is something really soft and slow though, something that yoongi composed by himself just for the occasion
  • it would be really cute tbh he would probably get really shy because not a dancer by nature
  • so you two would more sway than anything
  • after that, hoseok, jimin, and jeongguk take over the dance floor
  • you and yoongi sit back and bask in each other’s presences
  • he holds your hand the entire night like even when you’re eating dinner he holds your hand and won’t let go
  • gets real emotional when namjoon gets the first toast
  • probably ends up in tears by the time jeongguk is toasting to you guys
  • tbh the only time he goes back on the dance floor is when lil miss princess kim and taetae junior drag him by the hands and ask him to come and dance
  • you all dance together and yoongi is beaming so so so brightly
  • btw hoseok and jeongguk nearly fight it out to get the bouquet
  • after the reception, you and yoongi go home right?
  • and you don’t sleep right away, you sit there and talk about your future together as a married couple and it’s really sweet because he’s mumbling and he keeps kissing your knuckles and all
  • i think yoongi would wanna go to a big city for the honeymoon and you guys probably end up in tokyo or something??
  • anyway he always calls you mr/mrs. min and it’s really sweet and cute and he actually wonders why he thought he would never get married because it’s super wonderful the end

anonymous asked:

Jimon “Must be a day ending in y."

(special thanks to @sonhoedesrazao for helping me with gift ideas. <3)


Jace has never really had a serious relationship before. He’s been with a lot of people, but he never sticked around any of them for more than a month. Not letting himself get emotionally attached to other people was one of the hardest lessons he ever had to learn, still, it was one that stuck with him.

Despite his best efforts, despite every precaution he ever took to separate sex from feelings, this nerd still managed to waltz his way into his heart. With his bushy eyebrows and stupid glasses. Who smiles big and bright, unguarded. Never holds back about anything. Who wears his heart on his sleeve like he’s not afraid someone will pluck it out of him and destroy it.

For the first time in his life, Jace felt like he couldn’t let go.

So, no. Before Simon, Jace had never done the long term relationship thing. Never had to remember birthdays or anniversary dates or any of that corny mundane stuff. Never had to worry about buying a gift, which is why he’s freaking the fuck right out about this. 

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Forgive Me - Part 4

Summery: The reader accepts the job she is offered

Triggers: mentions of torture, the reader has a panic attack, the reader vomits 

Word Count: 2300+

A/N: Its very wordy and heavy, sorry. There’s no actual Bucky in this part so enjoy this gif (not mine tho)

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“Forgive Me” Masterlist | Masterlist

Originally posted by pxggycxrters

‘Double agent?!’

‘Yes’

‘How?’ other than being kidnapped by a secret organisation and your family being killed my them you didn’t know much about being a spy.

‘Well you’re clearly very valuable to hydra. You saw the two people that were inaccessible to everyone else.’ He explained. Information must travel fast here because you had only just told Maria about that.

‘But I was only used to fix the Winter Soldier’s arm’

‘Exactly. You’re needed by them. Of course, we will provide basic training. A trained agent will try to join you in there. Training will last for a week and you will be given no physical training, only mental. You will be given a code to follow’

You agreed and they began training you. It was 6AM where you were so you had breakfast shortly after you met the agent who would be mentoring you for the week. Gwen.

‘I know you have been held underground for a while but we can’t let you go outside before your training. Don’t worry, we have plenty of space so hopefully you won’t feel trapped.’

You thanked her for her help. She was very similar to you, looks wise. Your bodies were practically the same, other than her being an MMA expert and her speaking about 15 languages. Every day she would wake you up good and early to teach you the basics of being a spy. She went through how to convert everything you needed to write into code, what to say/do in every situation you could get into, where you had to be and when. Since you were fairly intelligent you learned everything in half the time they had expected so their plan was rushed forward.

It was to get you kidnapped, again. Despite kidnapping being one of the worst experiences to happen to you, they killed your family so you were bringing them down, even if you had to do it beyond the grave.

Some known Hydra operatives had been spotted in a hide out far from the compound you had been held in so you were asked to take a very long walk.

You had been outside for 10 minutes, putting one foot in front of the other, before you realised that this was the first time you had been outside for nearly two weeks. Something about the music playing in your ears and the bright blue of the sky made you forget your situation. It was just for a moment, but it was a moment you wanted to live over again and again. You admired the different shades of green that grew around you. The life. The nature. Every tree, bush and plant was do diverse. You traced the shape of every leaf that surrounded you and you soon forgot where you were walking. Auto pilot took over so you could concentrate on making images from the cotton cloud in the sky. You’re eyes stayed up and you felt small compared to the great expanse of the world. You also felt small compared to the two large figures that walked up to you and a third put his hand around your mouth. You felt that familiar scent of chemicals and it all went black. Here we go again.

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Fighter

Scenario: A chance encounter with a handsome stranger at a bar turns your life around in more ways than you could’ve imagined. A man with a dark past was always a dangerous thing. Jungkook!Fighter AU
A/N: I was debating on whether or not I wanted to post this, but I figured I would. Maybe someone else out there might enjoy this too. Please send me a case of holy water for this shit I wrote.
Genre: Jungkook x Reader
Words:4883
Disclaimer: As always, the gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!
Warnings: Mentions of violence. Smut
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The first night you’d met, you didn’t know what to think of him.

Jeon Jungkook was rough edges and feral. When he’d walked into the bar everyone, literally everyone, had stopped to watch his entrance. Captivated by the presence that left a promise of violence if anyone invaded his space without warrant. He was an electrical current that made the lonesome women in the bar swim to him; begging for him to be their shore.

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Miscommunications Part 2

Josh Dun x reader

Read the rest: Part 1

Summary: After a drunken night of sex, Josh and you finally meet up in hopes that a relationship can be formed that goes beyond physical intimacy.

Words: 785

Requested? Yup by @habiba0 and @adrift-in-a-sea

Y/N and Josh continued to text a bit and decided to meet each other for coffee. To say Josh was nervous, was an understatement. He really wanted to get to know Y/N. He couldn’t blow it this time.

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writing prompts list #35
  1. “Are you okay?”
    “If I don’t need to bend down, I’m somewhat fine”
  2. She didn’t care to put her body in the line of fire, get a beating if that meant that she had a change to get something she wanted. 
  3. He’s my ride or die guy. We’ll go to jail for each other, we bleed and fight for each other, so lying never was a problem for us. 
  4. Just push through, she kept repeating to herself. 
  5. Do you know what my mom says about monsters under the bed? That sometimes they’re more afraid of us sometimes than we are of them, and if we don’t scare them, they will protect us from bad dreams. 
  6. “You’re supposed to be my spotter.”
    “I am. But I just have a wandering eye.”
  7. Why are you cutting fruits with a throwing knife? 
  8. She’s knows not to get involved.
  9. “Don’t let him beat you up, alright?”
    “Never.”
  10. “What happened?”
    “Taxi hit me. And it hurt.”
  11. “Why did you hit me straight to the nose? “
    “Couldn’t aim anywhere else than your ugly face”
  12. Girl, about your age, about his height, red hair. Have you seen her?
  13. Just how I want to spent my fucking night. Removing glass from my best friend’s head and stapling it up. 
  14. She has internal damage. She’s couching up blood. 
  15. Good luck figuring her out. 
  16. Don’t you know that you cannot trust anybody.
  17. I was a mistake anyways, right? You never wanted a child, specially not a girl.
  18. “Why are you going through my backpack?”
    “Well, your TV doesn’t work and you were talking to the lovely british guy, so.. Why do you have a mini duct tape rolls here? Where did you get these? Oh my.. This is my boxcutter!”
  19. Wait, he knocked you out? Actually knocked you out?
  20. You’re only fifteen, you can’t owe that much money to people
  21. “What happened?”
    “Just imagine musical chairs with guns and a rocket launcher.”
  22. Her pissed off Russian girlfriend beat my ass
  23. Okay why’s the woman crying? Who made the woman cry?
  24. Now I know who I’m stabbing after class
  25. “Do you know how hard it is to fix a kid’s game?”
    “No I don’t know. What is she doing here anyway?”
    “She’s like unofficial godmother.”
  26.  “What now?”
    “You’re going to put that gun against my head, and pretend you never loved me.”
  27. You don’t con us.
  28. “Why the fuck is the airport bar so expensive?”
    “So you wouldn’t be wasted and thrown up all around the plane.”
    “That’s not supportive best friend attitude.”
  29. “What do you define broken?”
    “What did you break?”
  30. Boiling gin is always bad idea
  31. They said she’d be tougher than this
  32. “Why won’t she go down? I‘ve already broken at least three of her ribs.”
    “Just keep hitting her. That laughter will go down quick.”
  33. You have one of the most fucked up converses I’ve ever seen
  34. She will run, you know that. She knows the risk of her getting caught.
  35. Words of advice, newbie, stay on her good side 
  36. “You wear the same Halloween costume every year!“
    “Drunk Wonder Woman is a classic at this point among our group”
  37. understand what she is. most of the times she doesn’t care what happens to her. 
  38. “She has the tiniest bed ever”
    “It’s not even tiny, it’s just made for people under 6’ and you’re like twice as that big”
  39. Funny thing about con men is the fact that they don’t bluff every often
  40. Excuse me, Matt, let me crawl in peace
  41. Uhm, okay, great to have you conscious again, but stay down so you won’t get shot 
  42. Everyone to my fucking house. NOW!
  43. Let’s see what I’ve in my arsenal of why to not date Jade: I have commitment issues, I may have a criminal past.. 
  44. “He got my hand locked”
    “So you dislocated it?”
  45. why I’m blamed by his stupidity? 
  46. Okay, okay I know I’m in trouble but give me a second
  47. Maybe this will work, I mean his eyesight is not so good anymore or her leg doesn’t keep up very good 
  48. How did you cause a blackout?
  49. They know you’re coming. So just give up. Don’t come.
  50. “You made a play date to two almost fifty year olds?”
    “They need a better working relationship.”
    “They don’t even work together!”
A Hundred Times Over

YES I FINALLY DID IT! Here’s the fic, dedicated to @dinkywitch, @illuminoodlesconfirmed, and also @kyleehenke becuase i didnt let my dreams be dreams. I just did it.

I recommend going to the ao3 link here because it has all the italics and bold stuff making it look better.

(SansXReader)

4571 Words

Reader has no defined gender.  Here you guys go!

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You weren’t exactly sure why but you knew you’ve been here before.

The snow crunched underneath your shoes in the dead silence of the winter covered path. It was… a horrible and oddly heavy feeling of Deja vu.

Like, it was as if in a way you’ve seen this path not only once before, but hundreds.

But that’s crazy right? If it were hundreds then you would for sure know this place. You’d be able to name it. Point out every individual snow covered branch. But no.

You don’t know this place.

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Arranged Love Pt.10 | Jungkook

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 14.5 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Epilogue

Summary: Whatever happened to true love? To fairytale romance? Where was that magical spark, those lingering kisses, the butterflies in your stomach, the fireworks in your heart? Where was the romance and the honesty in a forced love? And, above all else, how did you and Jungkook even find yourself being forced into an arranged marriage simply for publicity?

Word Count: 5,759

Genre: Fluff/angst

A/N: This is kinda long but, I mean, it kinda makes up for me not updating for a while (lol probably not i’m sorry (but i might be working on a new jungkook gang au so there’s that)

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Mark Tuan//Morning After

Prompt: After a one night stand, you’re surprised to find that the two of you actually get along pretty well, and realise that maybe you don’t want to go just yet…
Scenario: fluff, implied sex, comedy
Word Count: 1,095

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TRAINING SESSION | AU Eric x Reader

A/N: Smut warning! Hope you enjoy, especially @feigningintrest and @oddsnendsfanfics


You sighed, figeting with your messy high ponytail. Your personal trainer, Felix, was late once again. You don’t even know why you’d bother to show up on time anymore, as he was almost always running late anyways. You looked up at the clock; it was 10 minutes past when he was supposed to have been here. Sighing again, you made your way to the treadmill to warm up a bit before he eventually showed up.

You were so focused on your running that you didn’t notice the big gorgeous man standing behind you. You yelped when he said hello behind you. Panting, you stopped the treadmill.

“Sorry love, didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled. “I’m Eric, I’m subbing for Felix today.”

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heyo

Prompt: “Imagine your otp proposing repeatedly at different restaurants to get free food; and when the real proposal comes and they get free ice cream or something, person a is like ‘omg that was a really good one the whole speech was a nice touch where did you get this ring it looks so realistic omg’ and person b is just like ‘r u fucking kidding me’.”

As requested by the amazingly patient @ishipallthings <3 <3 <3

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Prompt: “So Modern Au with Bones (cause obviously thats probably all Ill ever ask you for) ends up in her small town as new country doc and she gets him acquainted to the town and fluff ensues. And if she could have a dachshund/golden retriever named benton that would be awesome but not necessary.”-Anon

Tags: @yourtropegirl, @outside-the-government

Word Count: 1,805

Author’s Note: I’m back from my Christmas “vacation!” I had a blast and I got a lot written in the last few days. Please enjoy this cute little AU; please keep in mind that all I know about small towns and small town doctors I know from Waitress.

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Different - Lance Tucker

So Lance Tucker If you guys want more Lance stuff, then be sure to request it because I have no requests at all.

You pulled into the gym car park and parked your car in one of the bays. 

“My mum said you’re staying for my lessons.” 

“Yep gotta make sure you’re learning!”

The two of you entered into the gym and stood to wait for the coach. A few moments later he came out of his office.

“Aria Tate, right?”

Aria nodded.

“Great. Why don’t you stretch and warm up and then you can show me what you’ve got.”

The coach turned and looked at you, his eyes starting at your feet and going upwards, staring at your boobs before moving on to your face.

“I’m guessing that you’re not here to learn the art of gymnastics?” Lance asked.

“Really? What gives you that impression?” You replied snarkily

“Your tits”

You scoffed at his crude remark.

“Just telling you how it is”

“Well don’t”

“You look worked up, want me to help you work it out?”

“You should shut up before I convince my boss to stop sending her daughter here”

“Nanny huh? Didn’t peg you down for that”

“They’re giving me a place to live and paying for night school  as well as a wage so I’ll take it”

“Fair enough”

Aria stood by the bars and clapped excess chalk off her hands, jerking you out of the conversation you were having with Lance. You didn’t know much about gymnastics but you could tell that your little Aria had gotten better in the 3 years you were her nanny, or as she liked to say au-pair. She swung from the bars doing flips gracefully and landed on her feet.

“That was very strong. A few points we can improve on but for someone your age- how old are you?” 

“15, 16 very soon”

“Yeah, that was good. Show me your floor routine and then the beam”

“Ari, I’m gonna go sit while you do your thing ’kay?”

She nodded as you went to go and sit on the floor. You pulled your phone out and took a Snapchat video of Aria’s routine and captioned it “nanny life” and posted it to your story. 

Her parents were kind and when they found out that you were the only person who could deal with their daughter they did all they could to keep you. They gave you your own room in their home, they helped you pay for night school so that once she was old enough and didn’t need you, you could make money as a lawyer. They even paid you on top of that so that you could pay for your own clothes and other expenses. To be fair, you deserved it. Her parents were never home. When they were it would only be one. You had to help Aria through her first period, her first boyfriend, bitchy girls at her private school, hell you had to deal with her mood swings. At the age of 22, you practically ran the Tate household while they were gone.

Her lesson lasted an hour and while she was getting out of her sweaty clothes, Tucker cornered you.

“I have a meal plan for her so you need to give me your phone number so I can send it to you.”

“Ever heard of Bluetooth, a USB drive or e-mail? Or is it just a ploy to get my phone number.”

Lance was quiet and didn’t know how to respond.

“Try again next time sweetheart.” You said patting his cheek.

You did give him your email so that he could email it to you and you could use it.

“I even gave you a shopping list, how kind am I?” He said with a fake smile

“Oh so kind. So kind I should give you my number.”

“Y/N, can we get McDonalds on the way home?” Aria asked

“No way, you have a meal plan to stick to.” Lance answered for you.

“Too bad we can’t cook any of the stuff on it, we don’t have the ingredients. I guess we’ll have to start tomorrow.” You said, feigning sadness.

“Don’t fuck with me, Y/N”

You ignored him and walked out, Aria in tow.


That night, once Aria was safely snuggled up scrolling through Instagram in bed, you were sat in the living room catching up on TV. Your phone buzzed beside you and you saw a text notification.

In: Hey

Out: Who’s this?

In: Coach T

Out; Stalker much? How tf did you get my number

In: told Aria’s mom that I needed direct contact with a parent/guardian in case of emergency practice.

Out: You’re full of shit

In: Talent actually, bitch

Out: Talent in sucking dick, asshole

In: Real fucking mature

Out: Kiss my ass

In: Gladly

Out: Okay, creeper level 100. Can you fuck off now, I have Netflix to watch.

In: I’d gladly join you. Netflix and chill?

Out: bye, Tucker

In: Bye, baby

You scoffed at your phone and continued to watch T.V.

Two days later you were back at the gym with tucker. He had decided that for Aria to nail her routine, she needed to spend an hour every Monday, Wednesday and Friday practising it. It meant that you had to sit with Lance as he hit on you while watching Aria practice. 

Two weeks into it and he wasn’t that bad. The conversation had moved on from your tits to more interesting things, random things. It made coming to Aria’s practice a lot less suckish. Seeing how much she had improved made your heart swell like a mama bear. 

“You wanna the uneven bars?”

“I suck at them”

“Well you’re not going to get better if you don’t try”

Aria rolled her eyes and mimicked Lance under her breath as she prepared to do the bars.

“I heard that you little shit” He yelled

“You were meant to asshole”

Lance stood with his arms crossed as he watched her do the bars. In your opinion, she was doing fine until the last one. Somehow as she did the flip she hit her foot in the bar and came crashing down into the mat.

“Motherfucker!” She shouted

“Okay, you have been spending way too much time around him. Don’t let your mum hear you say that. Like ever” 

“Again. Keep your legs tight and in. Don’t hesitate to let go of the bar.” Lance told her, holding his hand out to help her up.

“Let her catch her breath. She just hit her foot and fell onto a mat.”

“Fine, take 5. Go get a protein bar or something”

Aria gladly took the opportunity to leave Lance and ran off to get her snack. Lance came and sat down beside you.

“Shes got a vacation from school next week, right?”

You nodded, popping a chewing gum bubble.

“They’re not going anywhere?”

“Not that I know of”

“I wanna see her every day. 6 am”

“Whoa, that’s a bit extreme.”

“She needs to practice.”

“No, she needs to relax. This shits tiring as hell for her already. She has a life outside of gymnastics, Tucker”

“The regionals are coming up in a month. She’s not at her full capacity.”

“Shes a solid 9 on everything except the bars. She is not spending 30 hours on learning how to do them.”

“Well, how’s she going to do it then, genius.”

“We stay on the same schedule. Instead of an hour we make it 2, dumbass″

“Fine”

“Fine”

“Good”

“Good”


Throughout the next month, you and Lance had a lot more communication. He’d text you after Aria’s practice and sometimes he’d decide to call you out of the blue, occupying your time for hours while you tried to revise for school.

It was the night before the three of you would be going to the regionals. You were on the phone yet again to Lance as you packed a bag.

“Her parents coming?”

“Nope! Her mum’s in Malibu and her dad is in D.C. They’ve already told me what to tell her.”

“I can tell she really looks up to you, you know.”

“I’m the closest thing she has to a sibling seeing as the ones she had have fucked off already”

“Wait, she never told me about them.”

“Yeah, fraternal twins. They had a big age gap, 9 years and they’ve both left, doing their own things. They just about send her a birthday card and come back here for Christmas.”

“That’s cold. You’re coming right?”

“Of course. I’m not gonna leave her alone.”

“What? scared she’ll seduce me?”

“Totally. I want you all for myself, Lance Tucker.” You said with your voice laced heavily with sarcasm.

“Most girls do”

You had to admit, you were developing a small crush on the guy. He wasn’t a bad looker and upon talking to him more, he wasn’t just a horny, arrogant gymnast. You had to admit, he could be witty and funny and he listened to all of your problems.

The regionals weren’t too far away from the Tates’ apartment building but lance had still booked the three of you into a hotel right next to it for ease of travel. He booked the rooms that were connected by a door so he could come in and out. 

The morning of the regionals came quickly. Aria played it off as though she was calm, but you could tell she wasn’t. Walking past all the other girls intimidated her and her nervousness was beginning to show through.

“You’re going to do amazingly okay?. Y/N and I are going to be right here with you.” 

She nodded and smiled widely.

“Now show these bitches what you’ve got.”

Aria stretched while you worried over her and before you knew it, her name was called.

“Remember even if you don’t make it, I’m so proud you’ve made it to this level. We all are okay?”

She nodded and ran to do her floor routine. You sat next to Lance as he watched her intently. From start to finish she was amazing. and when she finally finished you breathed out deeply.

“If they don’t give her at least an 8.7 it’s rigged.” He muttered.

A 9.3 flashed onto the scoreboard as she returned to the two of you.

“You were amazing.” You half yelled. 

“You did well. I’m proud, frog.” Lance said, patting her arm.

“Thanks, slug”

Her vault and beam got her 2 9.5s and placed her second so far. Her competition had finished her bars earning a 9.2.

“If she gets a 9.3 or above were gold.”

Aria’s name was called out once again and she got herself ready for the bars. You and Lance sat in silence as she begun her routine. He took your hand and held it in his.

“She’ll be fine." 

You didn’t respond and kept your eyes straight on her as she swung and flipped and landed on her feet again. She waited for her scores and the two of you stood up to get a better view.

"I can’t watch” You muttered, burying your head into Lance’s chest. 

Although he was surprised, he placed a hand on the back of your head. 

“She did it. She got a 9.5” He yelled after what felt like an eternity.

“Oh My God!” you yelled hugging him.

Aria came running back to the pair of you and you engulfed her into a hug.

“We are so proud of you, Frog, you don’t even understand.”

You watched as the scoreboard moved Aria’s name right up to the top.

The next hour was a blur. She was given her medal and flowers and was swarmed by news crews.

“Aria, how do you feel about your win?”

“It’s great. I’m really happy that I made coach Tucker and Y/N proud”

“How are you going to celebrate your win?”

“I’m expecting frozen yoghurt and pizza if I’m allowed off my meal plan”

“Oh, you definitely are.” You added with a smile.

“That’s all for the questions if you have any more you can ask her at the press conference tomorrow,” Lance said, warding off the reporters.

The three of you returned to your hotel still buzzing from Aria’s win. Your snapchat story was full of selfies you took with Tucker and Aria and videos of you screaming about her medal.

Lance postmates-ed some pizza and frozen yoghurt to your room while you were answering questions about Lance from girls on your snapchat. The food came and the three of you dug in until you were disturbed by Aria’s skype. Her parents were calling to congratulate her for her win.

“We’ll be in Lance’s room okay?”

She nodded as the two of you exited.

“That was surprisingly fast. Usually, it takes them a few hours to congratulate her but I guess not.”

“Uhm listen Y/N, I want to ask you something.”

“Shoot”

“There’s this girl that I like. and it’s weird because I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. I don’t usually catch feelings. And I’m scared.”

“Well, just tell her. Be straightforward and I’m sure she won’t reject you.”

He was quiet for a few moments.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?”

“What? Am I the girl you caught feelings for?”

Lance looked at you like a deer caught in headlights.

“No way. I was just kidding. Fuck- I mean I like you too.” You laughed, surprised.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah, you’re less annoying now I’ve got to know you”

Lance kissed you out of sheer happiness.

“Does this mean that we can train every day? So that you and I have quality couple time?”

“Nice try, hot stuff, but Aria’s well being comes before this little arrangement.”

“But wouldn’t it be great to see your boyfriend every day?”

“So were at that stage already huh? No dates no nothing, just confessing our feelings and we’re already exclusive?”

“I um, well, if you want to -”

“It’s different. I like different, boyfriend" 

Long Time No Seen

Request-So I’d like to request an imagine in which Dean and Sam have a little sister that they were separated from when they were little, but then were reunited with after she heard that Ellen was close with the Winchester boys. So she drove straight to the bar and asked Ellen to call them for her 

Word Count- 890

tag- @evyiione

A/n-So I changed the request slightly so the reader has never met Ellen I hope that is okay :) Also as my birthday treat to you all if you didn’t know I’m uploading the next part to “That Boy Is A Monster,” on Monday when it’s my birthday and it may or may not be dramatic lol catch up now! :)

That Boy Is A Monster: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“Take that you son of a bitch.” You say glaring at the beheaded vampire. Looking around to see any more you sighed when there was no one left. So after hiding the bodies you got in your crappy car and started to drive. You lived a lonely life, never knowing who your true Mom or Dad was. All you knew was your name was (Y/n) Winchester and you were adopted when you were little. As far as you knew you didn’t have any brothers or sisters. You were too lazy to research your family tree, you only researched for hunts. Hunting defiantly wasn’t your choice. But when your foster parents got attacked by some werewolf you wanted revenge. After you completed your first hunt alone only at 15 you didn’t turn back.

As you drove down a dusty road a road house came into view. Slowing down you saw what the sign said. “Harvelles Road House.” The name felt familiar until it clicked. Sometimes when you met up with other hunters they told you about the place, but you never went. You didn’t like the idea of making new friends. It was basically where all hunters go to drink. So deciding you deserved a few drinks and hopefully some pie you turned in and parked.

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