Interruption (S.M.)

Requested: yes

Description: Y/n has been opening for Shawn on his most recent tour. One day after exploring the city of Seattle, she walks into the tour bus to Shawn doing something unexpected.

Rating: M. I mean when is it not with me??

Warnings: Cursing, masturbation, sex.

I waved goodbye to Geoff and Andrew as they went into a cute little diner. I had already eaten something from a coffee shop and I hated eating too much before a show. I was bummed that Shawn didn’t come with us today though, he always makes it a lot more fun, not that Geoff and Andrew aren’t. He said he wanted to rest his voice because the show tonight was a big one and his family was going to be there.

As I approached the venue I saw that fans were already lining up outside, and the show wasn’t for another five hours. Some of them noticed me and asked for pictures , so of course I took some. Eventually the crowd had gotten too big and a security guard had to escort me out. I waved to the kind fans, and thanked the security guard. I grabbed the handle of the bus’s door and opened, but what I looked up to see was something very, very unexpected. 

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Midnight Mistakes

Title: Midnight Mistakes

Athlete: Taylor Hall

Word Count: 3,222

Rating: NC-17

Requested?: Yes

Request?” Hallsy Smut…? (I realize this was a random request received but it got my brain going and it was written quickly and was super helpful in getting my writing going again.)

A/N: This is a story containing smut and if that’s not your thing I probably would refrain from reading it.  If you’re fine with said scenario all I have to say is anger towards Taylor turns into angry sex with Taylor.  This is my first attempt at smut so let me know what you think of it and if you’d like to see more stories like this, otherwise ENJOY the story!!  A big thank you needs to be said to @bostonstrongforlife for proofreading the story for me before I posted it!!

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Leaning out of the bathroom I tried listening to the game recap as I brushed my teeth.  I knew the outcome of the game, I had watched it in its entirety, but was hoping for a little positivity to be spoken by the announcers.  Rinsing out my mouth I knew this was not going to be the night they granted my wish.

Slipping out of my lounge pants and hoodie I grabbed one of Taylor’s t-shirts from his drawer and pulled it on as I slid under the covers to await his call.  It was already later than the normal time he called after games which was fine since I knew he was going to be grumpy.  

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Heaven only knows what goes on behind closed doors

A/N: OH WOW IT’S BEEN SO LONG HASN’T IT?? i’ve decided to write it in taron’s POV and I’m telling you this one here is gonna be full of sex. A tiny bit of fluff on the side, it’s hardly noticeable but it will still lead you to sex haha and it contains a slash smut, not going into details so prepare your bibles because it’s about to get dirty

Taron’s POV

Y/N has been acting immensely weird lately. I don’t understand why. She was so clingy the past days, demanding to come with me wherever I go like on sets, on my interviews, promotions or wherever I have to be. Not that I’m complaining though, but she never leaves my side and she’ll freak out everytime I leave her sight.

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Attached Ch 1.

Genre: Angst/fluff?

Characters: Seuncheol

Word count: 1,811

He was the last thing I saw. The same puppy like smile that made my heart beat faster than usual, his hair was a little ruffled and wet from running in the rain and his eyes twinkled in the street lights, but his face quickly changed to one of fear and horror. He yelled something into the wind but I couldn’t hear. I just kept running. I wanted to be near him as quickly as possible. I was so close, so close, until I was instantly ripped away from him and everything else I ever loved.

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Read part one here x part two here x

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Smut



    “Turn around. Ass up.” He ordered and of course I obeyed him. God, I love this side of him. As soon as I was in that position, he slammed into me fast. Each thrust was deeper, and more pleasurable, causing me to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud and getting punished once again. I felt the metallic taste of my blood coming from the spot where my flesh was tangled between my teeth. “Do you like daddy fucking you baby girl?” I could mentally see his smirk. “Y-Yes” I struggled so much for this word to not be heard as a moan. 

    After a few minutes, he allowed me to talk. All the noises I was keeping inside of me came out as a scream, while I came on his dick. Stiles rode out my high, and I felt him twitch inside of me warning me he was about to do the same. Since he didn’t wear a condom, he pulled out, turned me around, placed me on one of the huge desks and jerked off until he shot his load on my stomach. His groans and my heavy breathes were the only sounds to be heard in this room. When he finished, I ate the liquid that covered my bare skin, and bent down to lick him clean. I finished my job and he ordered me to get back up on the desk. Stiles lowered his head to my clit and mimicked my actions from before, his tongue swirling around my walls. He kissed his way up my neck and to my lips, hands roaming up my naked body.

     “God, I’ll kill him and any other guy that talks to you like that again. You’re mine.” I smiled at what he had just said. Nobody made me feel the way Stiles did. He made me feel loved, adored, wanted. “We should probably go out.” We dressed up and as soon as we opened the door, we saw the janitor with a very shocked expression on his face. “What were you guys doing here?” He said, the shock never leaving his face. “How long were you outside?” Stiles responded, probably earning time to find out a believable excuse. “I just got here because I heard someone scream.” “Oh, that was because coach told us to come here and pick up some stuff he wanted and a box accidentally fell on my foot?” I was half explaining-half asking him. “Oookay?” “Y/N I think we should go now and give coach the things.. um the stuff that he.. asked us.. to bring- him.” Stiles broke the awkward silence that we were in, trying to memorize the excuse I made up. “Uh yeah, let’s go.” I grabbed his arm and we took off to the lacrosse field. As soon as we stopped, we started laughing so hard. “I can’t believe he fell for it.” I said between giggles. “Well, I think we should ‘bring coach some stuff’ again.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, looking at me. “My place?” I asked and his lips turned into a goofy grin. “Definitely, gorgeous.”

I Can’t Save Her: Part 23

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Violence Against Women, Mentions of Torture

Word Count: 1,629

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Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: Bucky’s back, but for how long? Tags are at the bottom. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged/removed.

Originally posted by peter-quills

Originally posted by magnetosmind

Originally posted by hayleymarshalldaily

For all of its strength that was built upon blind loyalty – H.Y.D.R.A. agents were typically not the greatest advisories when faced by an Avenger. Steve, Tony, and Nat made quick work of the guards on the first floor as I hacked into their security archives. As I typed furiously I heard movement from behind me – without thinking I pulled my gun and quickly spun around.

“Easy there, Tiger!” Tony said sardonically as he raised his hands in the air.

“Well…. Steve did tell me to be on my guard,” I added sourly as I turned back around.

“Have you found what you’re looking for yet?” Tony asked impatiently as he hovered behind my shoulder.

“I’m almost there,” I added as I hit one final key. Suddenly the screen was filled with a live video feed of Bucky. My hand reached out instinctively to touch the screen. “Steve,” I called hoarsely.

“What is it Y/N?” He asked breathlessly as he rushed into the room.

“I found him. I found Bucky,” I muttered softly.

“Tony?” Steve asked.

“Already on it. I’ve scanned the building – if you and Y/N go over there you won’t be seen by incoming hostiles. Once we have lured them in you can sneak behind them and get downstairs to Barnes,” Tony pointed to a shadowy hall as he spoke.

I began to follow Steve out the door before I stopped for a moment and turned to look at Tony. “Tony?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“How do you plan on drawing them out?” I asked nervously.

Tony grinned slyly. “Oh you just leave that all to me.”

I wasn’t sure exactly how Tony managed to pull it off but he did it brilliantly. He was certainly the flame that attracted and burned up most of the H.Y.D.R.A. guards. During the chaos Steve and I slipped through unnoticed.

“Which way?” Steve whispered as we slowed to a halt. We had made it down six flights of stairs and were standing in a narrow hallway. As I looked down both ends of the hall– trying to remember the relation of the room to its surroundings – a bloodcurdling scream echoed from our left. I had heard that scream before – every night for the last two months when I had drifted to sleep.

“Bucky,” I muttered under my breath as I broke into a dead sprint down the hall.

“Y/N!” Steve whispered violently behind him.

I had been trained for events like these – but my training and rationale were thrown aside. All I wanted was to stop the cause of Bucky’s screaming. I had to – it was pure instinct that drove me to find him. I was so distracted that I was surprised when a thick metal door slid closed behind me, effectively blocking Steve’s entrance into the room. Of course, it certainly shouldn’t have surprised me when a fist met with the back of my skull causing me to crumple unconscious on the floor.

I awoke to a sharp kick in my ribs which knocked the breath out of me. “Wake up,” a thickly accented male voice demanded. My sharp intake of breath certainly didn’t help the throbbing pain in my side. Heavy footsteps trailed off into the distance as I began to become more conscious of my surroundings. My head was throbbing– luckily nothing felt broken, but it hurt like a son of a bitch. As I lifted my head away from the floor I could feel my matted hair gently tug at my scalp – it had stuck to the dirty floor with the blood that had oozed from my injury. I slowly lowered my head back to the floor – my body felt limp. As I tried to raise my hands to brush away the hair that had fallen into my face I felt the cut of cold metal against my wrists.

Panic set in.

I slowly opened my eyes and blinked to try to clear the blurry images before me. Once my vision had cleared I met the gaze of crystal blue eyes that I knew all too well.

“Bucky,” I whispered hoarsely.

And it was him – under the dark black, and purple bruises. He looked unblinkingly at me – his chest heaving with exertion as sweat trickled down his brow. They had beaten him severely since they had brought him here. Blood had crusted in different areas of his face and head from cuts that he had no doubt received while he was struggling against his captors. The room fell into silence as I watched his chest rise and fall – his eyes never leaving my face. He was bound using some sort of contraption I had never seen before – no doubt because of his incredible strength.

I shifted uncomfortably on the floor. I had wished for this moment for months – now the weight of his stare was too much for me to bear. I closed my eyes and sighed. In the back of my mind I silently hoped that Steve, Tony, and Nat were on the other side of whatever door had been sealed – trying to get us out.

A few minutes had passed in silence and I was once again teetering on the edge of consciousness when he finally spoke. “Y/N?” he asked timidly. The sound of his voice, which I had missed for so long, cut into me like a razorblade. I opened my eyes to look at his face which was etched with worry under its many bruises. I opened my mouth to respond, but was cut short as a stocky man in his late forties to early fifties strolled into the room from a door on the opposite end of where I had entered the room. I could tell by the sound of his boots that he had been the individual that had gifted me with throbbing ribs. As he neared Bucky’s body language changed and his facial expression grew fierce. A sense of dread slowly crept over me as I realized that this man had been the one to make Bucky scream.

“Well… well. I had assured Sargent Barnes that you would eventually join us. I’m glad you proved me right,” he said with a smirk as he dragged me to my feet by my arms. I grimaced at the pain in my arm which he seemed to immediately catch on to. “Ah – my dear. Have you been injured?” he asked curiously as he roughly squeezed my arm. I bit on the inside of my cheek to prevent myself form reacting until he finally flung me in a chair directly across from Bucky. My arm, side, and head were throbbing as the salty metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I stared at the man without speaking.

He chuckled as he shook his head and looked over at Bucky. I diverted my eyes to Bucky’s— silently asking what our next move was. He stared unseeingly in my direction. And I suddenly realized there was a very real possibility that the torture he had undoubtedly endured probably included H.Y.D.R.A. trying to tap into the dark recesses of his mind where the Winter Soldier still lingered – and the thought absolutely terrified me.

The man had been prattling on as I watched Bucky’s every move. When he turned to look at me and realized I was only paying attention to Bucky he punched him squarely in the side. Causing Bucky to wince in pain. I adjusted my gaze to the man and hissed, “You don’t get it do you? Regardless of what you do… you’ve already lost. It’s only a matter of time.”

The man chuckled and shook his head. “Oh my dear, you haven’t been paying attention I’m afraid. This is all part of H.Y.D.R.A.’s plan. I never intended to leave this facility.”

This revelation unsettled me. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair as I looked at him. He caught my sudden understanding and grinned wickedly. “I heard that you met one of my associates… well met and murdered him,” he paused as he looked at me. Bucky shifted at this revelation – breaking his glassy stare to divert his gaze to his feet. I remained silent – staring only at Bucky. “Listen – I assume we don’t have much time together. I had hoped that Captain Rogers had been less pragmatic on rescuing his dear friend, but it seemed that your recovery took precedent. I had hoped to draw this all out but time is of the essence,” he smirked. At his mention of Steve Bucky had turned his gaze back to me. I was finding it increasingly difficult to read the very slight emotions that played across his face.

I pulled my gaze away from Bucky and looked at the man. “Whatever you have to say… I already know. I know it all. You can’t hurt me,” I said vehemently. My response caused him to lapse into silence for a moment and I seized the opportunity. I turned to Bucky and looked at him earnestly. “Bucky, I don’t need to forgive you because there’s nothing to forgive.” His face crumpled in pain. It was as if I had stabbed him. I swallowed hard as I blinked back tears – this was the exact reaction I had worried about.

“Ah,” the man said amusingly. “You see Sargent Barnes and I had a little heart to heart before you got here, and there may be a few things you don’t know about him that will change your mind.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but the look on Bucky’s face made my breath catch in my throat. I suddenly realized what the man had been eluding to when he had explained that he had no intention of leaving the facility.

I closed my eyes and readied myself for what would happen next.


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You made a miniature house out of my heartstrings,plucking each one for good measure. You thrived on the metallic blood in my bloodstream,clinging on to the cells as the they twisted and turned throughout my body.You are the force of the glistening sun and I am nothing more than the pale moon that cowers behind you.You were like all the stars in the sky shining together all at the same time to me for awhile.I once told you that I tasted what all solar systems are made of when you wove your lips in between mine;but all you tasted was salt scented air.

Don’t Forget Me (Dean Winchester)

A/N: Gifs are not mine. Flashbacks are in Bold

Tagging: @spnfanficpond and my Angst Angel @fandom-onetwothreeshots (Enjoy the angst bby)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Spirit! Reader

Warnings: Character death, blood, violence, drinking, swearing, crying, angst

Word Count: 2278

Summary: You wake up in the bunker, no memory on how you got back here or what happened on the last hunt you went on

The world was foggy as I opened my eyes, black spots swimming in front of my vision. As I sat up I gripped the side of my head, the headache pounding relentlessly against my skull, leaving me feeling dizzy and slightly sick. Once my sight had come back completely I looked around the room, recognizing the room I shared with Dean in the bunker but confused as to why I was here; the last thing I remembered was the wendigo hunt we were on four towns over.
I remember standing by the boot of the impala, dean’s calloused hands cupping my cheeks as he pressed his lips to mine, pleading for me to be careful, to stay behind him and Sam as much as possible, I remember telling him to quit worrying, I could hold my own after all and I remember the reverberating screech of the monster above us, claws scraping through the bark of the trees.

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Eye of the Hurricane: a Draco Malfoy x Reader Imagine

Requested? Yes (a quick note, this was a requested to be paired with “I Don’t Love You” by MCR, so it’s a bit dramatic. You can read with or without music, it will make sense either way, but I feel the music may enhance emotion within the piece)

In this imagine, the reader and Draco Malfoy hit a rough patch as the war begins. Vicious fights and survival are at the center of this story, as well as love, or a lack of love for protection. Sides are chosen, winds are high, and lives are at stake. All is calm in the eye of the hurricane, but even moments of peace must pass.

Y/N - your name
~~~ - indicates the passage of time

Warnings: language, dark content (death, violent arguments, confrontation, war)

Word count: 1,610


“Why are you acting like this?” I don’t even try to wipe the tears from my cheeks.

“You know nothing, I’m not acting like anything. This is me Y/N!” Draco opens his arms wide, voice raised angrily.

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Wicked Games


  • i love youre fanfics ! can you write one abou gee get jelous because he think reader likes frank ? :)
  • Gee smut where he and Y/n fight or something or he’s not paying much attention to her so she starts flirting with someone else (maybe Frank?) and it leads to rlly rough/possessive smut (but with a safe word omg)

“Are you okay?” I heard someone say behind me, followed by some tapping on my shoulder.

“Y-Yeah, i’m fine,” I lied, keeping my head down.

“Come on Y/N, I know you. Tell me what’s wrong.” Frank sat down on the step next to me. I shivered, it was freezing outside compared to the warmth of the club. “What are you doing out here?”

“Go ask your best friend,” I said bitterly.

“What did Gee do?” He sighed, shielding his lighter form the wind as he tried to light his cigarette . 

“He’s flirting with a bunch of girls,” I groaned in frustration, picking at my nails.

“Gerard? Flirting?” 

“Yes, some fans are all over him in there and he’s not doing anything about it!”

“He’s just trying to be polite, I guarantee you he doesn’t even realize he’s flirting. I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you.”

“You’re just saying that because he’s your friend.”

He peered over at me, raising an eyebrow at me. “I’m saying that because i’m your friend. I would tell you if he was out of line and be the first person to sock him in the back of the head. But fans are fans Y/N, they want a picture and a hug to brag about to their fiends but then their gone. No one’s gonna swoop that lemon headed idiot from you.”

I laughed loudly at that, grateful that I had a friend like Frank who was always honest with me. “Thanks Frankie.”

“No problem. But, we could get even with him if you want?”


“We go in there, flirt our asses off and make him super jealous,” he offered, adding a wink.

“Would that work?”

“Probably, Jamia did something like that to me before when we got in a fight and it sure as hell worked on me.”

“Okay, i’m down,” I said, both excited and nervous for Gerard’s reaction. 

“Alright, let’s go get my best friend to hate me.”

Frank and I were dancing among the crowd of people, laughing and spilling our drinks all over ourselves. It was until Frank kissed the spot right under my ear when I heard im gasp in shock. I looked up to see a furious Gerard, who was holding Frank by his shoulder. 

“What the hell are you doing?!” He yelled at Frank.

“We’re just dancing Gee, chill out.”

“That’s my girl Frank, fuck off,” he growled, shoving Frank harshly.

“Frank go,” I pleaded before anything got out of hand. Frank nodded in understanding, weaving through the stunned crowd.

“And you, what are you doing? Why are you dancing with Frank? My best friend!”

“Why don’t you go fuck one of your groupies and leave me alone!” I snapped. He narrowed his eyes at me before grabbing my hand, guiding me to the bathroom. He slammed the door shut behind us, flicking the lock and forcing my back into the wall, pinning my hands above your head. Our lips slammed together in a heated frenzy. We we’re furious at each other and the kiss showed it, our tongues swirling around each others sloppily and our teeth gnashing together, biting and sucking on our lips until I could taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. 

His hips rocked into mine as he kissed the tops of my breasts. I exhaled heavily and one of my hands broke free from his grip. I used it to cup his round face and bring his lips back to mine. I slipped your tongue into his mouth and let it dance around playfully, flicking in and out. His hands were on my hips now, pulling me as tightly to him as he could while still wearing clothes. “Mine,” he mumbled against my lips.

My hands twirled into his vibrant yellow hair. I felt his fingers slip under my dress and begin to rub me through my underwear. I groaned and tilted my head back in pleasure. He slipped two fingers inside of me and began to tactically move them about. “Gee…” I panted, unable to control myself. 

He pulled his fingers out with a dark chuckle, smirking when I glared at him.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh you’re breaking my heart” he spat. My fingers were working at the buckle of his black skinny jeans. I yanked them down to his ankles and palm his hard length through his boxers. I pulled those down too and began to get down on my knees but Gerard stopped m, motioning for me to get back up with a hand under my chin.

“I can’t wait babe,” he said, his voice even raspier than usual. He grabbed me and hoisted me up onto the sink. He threw my legs open and shoved himself inside. He moved quickly and deliberately, beads of sweat forming on both our faces. His large hand covered my mouth when I shouted his name. With one last deep powerful thrust he finished, tilting his head back and moaning. He pulled out of me and put his pants on, breathing heavily. 

I remained silent, sitting on the sink, taking a moment to catch my breath. Gerard approached me and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Frank and I were pretending,” I blurted out. “We weren’t actually dancing.”


“We were trying to make you jealous.”

“Why?” He giggled, looking extremely relieved that I wasn’t making a move on his friend.

“You were flirting with those girls and just…I don’t know. I guess I just got jealous.”

“Aw babe, that’s adorable. You got all jealous over me.”

“Don’t get to cocky, you just pounded me against the wall because you thought Frank kissed my neck.”

“Okay okay, we’re both jealous messes. I wasn’t flirting with those girls either by the way. We were just talking. Maybe I was being a little flirty but I didn’t even realize it. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, i’m sorry I gave you a heart attack.”

“I forgive you. Come on, let’s get back out there before someone realizes what happened in here.” 

i crave the acrid metal taste of blood in my mouth
running from the cuts that lacerate my face
the breath of crimson life that runs down my chin.
i want to bathe in it, take it, become it. i’m me. i’m fighting and vibrant and splattered with my own gore.
i dream of wandering nights breathing red into your ear, adrenaline highs and cold moonlight, and best of all
best of all
whispering cold comfort in the dark.
—  p.s. “whisper.”

dear aphrodite,

my bones are made of fine china. and sometimes she forgets. i let faultlines trace my ribs. her fingers bite my bottom lip. metallic taste of blood stains my chin. - then i forget.

dear artemis,

oh innocence, i say choking. my lungs fill with clothes pins and forgotten coins. i swear we hit a deer on our first night together. she leaned in, her cigarette piercing my check and whispered; god wants us to be bad. smoke rings don’t count as halos;   i whispered back as she fell into your open hands.

dear athena,

my brain sputters and doesn’t function when i smell her oak and peppermint scent. she was too sweet. i remember the ocean (but forgot the virgin part). she misquoted shakespeare - my laughter was louder than the stars. we mundanes often compare ourselves to things we will never touch. our feet intertwined and our limbs tangled. (i never thought it would turn sour but the waves watched) sadly, it doesn’t matter because i can’t swim and she didn’t care.

—  It’s fine, I never loved you anyway (requested by anon) | r

anonymous asked:

If you don't mind my asking, where did your scythe come from? Did you make it, or was it a gift?

“This weapon was woven out of metal shaped by my blood. ‘twas a gift, from a kind blacksmith.

Supposedly, if I was to be imprisoned for my ability, I might as well have a means to use it.”

Hiccups [Jin]

Summary: Jin lashes out at you when he’s stressed

Genre: Little bit of angst & fluff

Words: 0.7k

Originally posted by eatjin

“Jin oppa, do you want anything?” I asked him as I peered into the room from the hallway. He’s worrying me a bit. He’s been in there for the past 3 hours, repeating his lines in Bangtan’s new song.

“No.” He replied without even turning around to look at me, and continued to practice the chorus. When he didn’t reach the high note, he angrily threw a nearby pen at the wall, heaving out loudly.

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Impossible more like I’m possible

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Liam x reader

Warnings: None

Prompt / Submitted by anonymous: Hey! I was wondering if you write imagines not about the cast but about Dylan sprayberry himself with y/n and write a story about them? If not could you do an imagine where he loves this girl and he wants to tell her but then she kisses him?

Liam was my best friend and I was his. I was irrevocably in love with him since we were 9. But like every other friendship in which one loves the other, I couldn’t tell him. I couldn’t ruin the bond we had for something stupid. So, I just kept my mouth shut. I thought/knew he didn’t feel the same about me. 

When Scott turned Liam, Hayden was very suspicious of him. She knew that I knew what was going on with him. One day, as I was walking down the empty halls of the school to go home, someone pulled my wrist, causing me to turn around against my will. Oh God. Hayden.  

“Hello Y/N.” Hayden said with a smirk. “Hello, Hayden.” I said with an annoying look on my face. “People have noticed that Liam is acting really strange lately. One person said that he even saw his eye color change to yellow.” She finished and cocked an eyebrow at me. “So?” “So, I was wondering if you could tell me what has happened to him.” “Forget it, Romero.” I said and tried to leave but she slammed my back against the lockers. “What the fuck, bitch?” I said and pushed her back, away from me. “Listen here, slut, if you don’t tell me what’s wrong with Dunbar, I’m gonna beat you up.” She said coming closer to me. “Wow, you really have a way of scaring people, but not me. Find out yourself. I ain’t telling you.” I told her and turned to leave. “Alright you asked for it.” was the last thing she said before she punched me. I fell on the ground and tried to hold myself up with my arms against the floor, preventing my head from touching the ground. 

I brought my hand to my face to feel the damage she had caused. I had a slightly busted up cheek. I quickly got up and punched her in the jaw. She fell on the ground and I started kicking her in her stomach. Several seconds later, she grabbed my foot and I fell right next to her. She climbed on top of me and started punching me many times. I felt the metallic taste of my blood in my mouth coming from my, most likely, broken nose. I pushed her off me and and this time, I was on top of her. I grabbed her neck and shook her, which caused her to hit her head on the floor. I could see some stains of blood just above her head. At some point, I felt strong arms around my waist lifting me off her.

“Y/N, STOP!” Liam yelled as I was struggling to get out of his grip and get back to my previous position. Hayden had crossed the line. Ever since I found her making out with my ex boyfriend, I stopped talking to her. It was the least I could do. We were best friends until then. When I returned to Beacon Hills as a freshman on Beacon Hills High School, she made me feel like hell for 2 years. She would make comments on my clothes, on my weight, on my ex boyfriend and how good he fucked her. Her ‘friends’ would destroy my locker, they would take embarrassing pictures of me, print them and hang them around school. Liam and the pack were the only ones who stood by me and told me everything was going to be okay. I had sworn that if she ever bothered me again, I would beat the hell out of her. That day was the day,

“Aw, isn’t it adorable that you came to save your best friend?” Hayden said sarcastically. “Shut up, Hayden.” Liam said to her, his back facing her. “Make me.” She said with a smirk. Liam’s lowered head lifted, showing me his yellow eyes and fangs. “Liam, no.” I whispered, not wanting him to reveal himself. He turned around and growled really loud at Hayden. Her eyes immediately widened and she took off. I was watching as she ran out of the school. Once she was gone, Liam turned back to me. “Thank you.” I managed to say and hugged his torso really tight. “Anything for you, gorgeous.” His comment made me smile from ear to ear. Thank God, my face was hidden in his chest. He always made comments like that just to make me feel confident about myself. “Can I take you to my house to clean you up, John Cena?” He chuckled and I did the same, pulling back from the hug. “Yes, you can.”

He gave me a piggy back ride to his house. Lucky him, he was a werewolf and he didn’t drop me anywhere. We made it at his house, he let me down and opened the door. Once we were in, Liam carried me bridal style to the bathroom in his room. He put me on the counter and picked up the first aid kit.

“Are you feeling any better?” He asked me while cleaning away the blood around my nose and mouth. “Yeah, a little.” He cleaned up the rest of the dried blood. “God, she’s lucky my number one rule is not hitting girls, otherwise she might’ve been dead by now for beating up my crush.” “Aw- wait. What? Did you say your crush? I am your crush?” I said with a goofy grin on my lips, overjoyed that he liked me back. “Y-Yes. It’s okay if you don’t-” He didn’t finish his sentence due to my lips smashing into his. We moved our lips in sync, it was sweet and gentle. I pulled back, staring into his breathtaking blue eyes. “So, I’ll take that as an ‘I like you back.’” Liam said, still shocked from the kiss.

After staring at each other for what felt like an eternity, he blurted out something that I once thought was impossible for him to say to me. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the honor of letting me call you mine?” I was speechless. Instead of replying to him with words, I replied with a kiss. “Did that answer your question?” He looked like he was about to faint from the confidence I gathered to kiss him again. He picked me off the bathroom counter and span me around, my clumsiness quickly striking in. My legs threw some bottles of shampoo over. “Oops.”

And that was the start of a beautiful relationship.

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

bloo-moon-freak requested: A fluffy one shot where the reader is like a hipster punk (she is basically covered in tattoos and has snake bites piercings) and Bucky just take time to show her how much he loves her tattoos by giving a reason on why he loves the tattoos If she’s gonna be an Avenger, can she be the strongest Elemental where she can control basically anything and her bodies obsorb the bullets because since it’s metal and metal is earth her body heals with anything along the lines of the Elements?

I tweaked this a bit…hope you don’t mind.


You’d gotten your first tattoo when you were fifteen and the allure of disobeying your parents was at an all time high. The black ink swirled across your skin, a permanent reminder of your rebellious nature. The only setback to this quality was your fearlessness. The people who kidnapped you took full advantage of that. Your cocky attitude got you little more than a syringe of grey liquid in your arm. After that day, your fearlessness began to dissipate and your life would be forever changed.

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Fuck this stupid war.

Characters: Travis Stoll & Connor Stoll
Rating: T
Warnings: Character death
Plot:  I remember when Connor and I snuck out to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows when it came out. I remember wondering why Connor started crying when one of the Weasley twins died. I mean, I was sad, and they were like heroes to me, but it was just a movie. I mean, it’s not like anything like that happened in real life.

That’s what I thought.

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