so i just went looking through the ''flames on the side of my face'' tag


Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

Length: 1682+ words

TW: Character Death & a sentence of gory impaling

A/N: This story has been on my mind for a very long time. This is a pretty personal fic for me, but I thought I would share it with you guys anyways! I’m also submitting this for Jen’s (@supernatural-jackles) Birthday Challenge! My mom’s birthday is actually on Canada Day, and we’re going to be spending it in the States lmao. We always celebrate her birthday/Canada Day in USA… It’s now a tradition. 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

Prompt: “You are enough. No matter what, you will always be enough.”

Dean was angry. He was always so angry lately. He was angry when dad and Sam fought every chance they got, but now that Sam was gone, he was angrier. He was angry at dad for pushing Sam away. He was angry at Sam for leaving. Hell, he was probably mad at you for not convincing Sam to stay. But, you knew that he madder at himself than anyone else. He’d rather have them fight everyday than having Sam gone.

You looked at your older brother across the small motel room. He was glued to his phone, and you knew he was texting the waitress he was flirting with the other day. Dean was your hero. He was more of a father to you than your real dad would ever be. You looked up to him so much, but lately he’s just been so… angry. Every conversation you had with him had been about how annoyed he was that Sam was gone, or the fact that dad kept leaving to hunt on his own. Every question was either about the hunt or whether you had heard from Sam or dad- which you both knew was a silly question to ask. You were the outlier in the family. It was always about the Winchester Boys. You were just the orphan child who nobody wanted. You would never be the first person they would contact. But that was okay because you had Dean. Key word: had. 

You’ve always been his babygirl, but you haven’t heard that term of endearment in months. You hated being so distant with your brother, but what could you do? You tried everything to talk to him like you used to, but he never reciprocated the same way. When they first took you in when you were two, Dean was the first to hold you, marveling at how small you were. The only reason you knew this was because of how much Dean talked about you when you were younger. He always told you stories of the times you’ve clung on to him. His second favourite nickname for you was “monkey.” You grew up close. John was always gone, so that left Dean and Sam to take care of you. The oldest Winchester took responsibility of you to the nth degree. He taught you everything he could so you wouldn’t be on the receiving end of John’s abuse. He always protected you. Always. Whether it was from school bullies, or your own father. He was always there. Standing in front of you, and when you were younger, you used to imagine a cape on his back. When you told him about the cape, he laughed, and ruffled your hair.

“Babygirl, don’t you know it’s dangerous for superheroes to wear capes? What if they trip over them? Or it gets caught in something? Real heroes don’t wear capes, they wear leather jackets.” He pointed to the sleeve of his worn out leather jacket that John had given him.

Your eyes were wide with wonderment as you nodded at your older brother. After that you saved up every bit of money, picking up loose coins from the side of the street to save up for a leather jacket. You were still saving up for that jacket.

Dean’s scowl brought you back to reality.

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Breathe (Laf x Reader)

AN: another late and short one! my bad!

Tag Crew: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2 @hamilton4starwars @megabooklover18 @jantales

Request: Anonymous- 94 with laf? (94. “I had a bad dream again.”)

Warnings: death ish 

Word Count: 1,481


Gilbert was two hours late from work, without a call or text about why. You were curled up on the couch nursing a mug of tea, trying to stay awake. These were your least favorite nights. Anything could have happened to him. All you could do was run through all of the possibilities until he got home.

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an alternative version of andreil’s first kiss.

go read it and other works on ao3 here


“I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.”

- Richard Siken, Crush.

Neil jolted awake, sweat soaking his skin and mouth dry from dreaming. It took a few moments for him to regain consciousness: first, he watched the darkness morph into his dorm, then, he heard Matt’s steady breathing from beneath. His chest felt constricted, lungs struggling to function like they were supposed to.

Everything came to an aching halt, and his vision doubled, and then his breathing faltered and heart stammered and surroundings began to blur and he forced himself to move, mind still on autopilot. Every step was a conscious effort, and he felt distant, looking at himself from above rather than from within.

He wasn’t sure how but he found himself ascending the stairs, two at a time, and cracked open the metal door. There, he hesitated in the entry, and his eyes landed on the man ahead; a silhouette against a dark backdrop. His mind had sorted through places to go, a safe haven to reside in, and his feet had taken him to Andrew.

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K is for Kneel (Simon Smut)

Summary: Simon catches you playing dress up. 

Characters: Simon x Female

Word Count: 1,768

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, and Swearing

Author’s Note: I signed up for Simon’s Thirst Squad’s ABC challenge. I wanted to write something funny because Simon always makes me laugh. It’s a little short, but I tried. Hopefully you guys enjoy. 

Originally posted by stevenblogg

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You Should’ve Been Gone

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: After Jess dies, Sam visits her grave and finds out she wasn’t alone in the fire that night. 

Word Count: 1,033

Warnings: angst, canon divergence, mentions of blood and death, 

A/N: Written for @riversong-sam‘s 700 Followers Challenge. My song was I Can’t Outrun You by Thompson Square, my prompt was, “We need to talk,” and my photo is used in the story.

The apartment went up in flames, or at least that’s what they’d said. You knew the real story. Jess was on the ceiling, blood dripping from her stomach. Sam was laying on the bed below her, and his brother managed to burst through the door just in the nick of time. Sam and Dean got out, sure, and Jess was a goner, but… 

You’d had a chance. If they’d just come back for you. You were in the shower, and by the time you got out, there were too many flames, too many broken boards, no way to get out. You burned up right alongside your sister, but Sam never knew. He called and called after Jess died, trying to reach you, trying to tell you what had happened. What he didn’t know was that you were right there with him, riding in the back seat of that damned car.

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Birthday Wish || Jeon Jungkook

Genre: Smut, Fluff 

Words: 2,555

 A/N: ayo! I’m such a hoe. Fun fact about me, jungkook is like a dirty little secret to me. I will tell everyone that he’s not my type but dear god, whatta man. 😍 fun fact #2, I’m still a big hoe. If you want something, go ahead and request it! 

P.s.- thank you guys so much for loving my Jimin smut xD also, thank you to @flakandforay for putting it on the weekly recommendation post! ^-^ *blushes profusely*  

 - admin courtneycat 


Originally posted by jeonify

 "Happy birthday day dear Y/N,“ Hoseok’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you closer to the cake, "Happy birthday to you! Wooo!” The cake was pink, with white frosted lettering- hopefully chocolate inside. You peaked a glance at Jin and gave him a mental ‘thank you’ because you knew he was the one who made the cake. He winked back at you. 

 "Y/N! Make a wish! You have to make a wish!“ Taehyung yelled from across the table. His boxy smile was contagious and you couldn’t help but smile back at the boy. Closing your eyes you thought about all the things you could wish for. Money, love, success, etc. Hmm. The possibilities are endless, really. You opened your eyes back up and had made eye contact with the boy seated across from you. 

 Jeon Jungkook. 

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Frost (Chapter Thirteen)

Tony solves the “frost” problem so he and Loki can be together, but Loki doesn’t react very well to the whole idea, so there is some angst, and Tony has to lay some tough love (and I don’t mean rough sex lol) on Loki to get him to calm down. And then just the start to some NSFW because you actually have to wait until Fourteen for the smut and I enjoy torturing you!

Let me know what you think :)   (about the chapter, not about me making you wait for smut lol)

Magic number is 170 likes/reblogs and Ill post chapter fourteen today too!


Enjoy :)

“There’s the prettiest women in the realm.” Tony stood in the doorway of the healing room and sent the women his best smile.

“Anthony.” A slim woman with dark hair nearly to her waist stood and embraced him. “What brings you to the healing chambers? Surely you are not sick?”

Surely you aren’t.” A blonde that barely came to his shoulder had to stand on her absolute tip toes to kiss his cheek, but she did anyway. “We did such a wonderful job this last session with you.”

“You did.” Tony kissed each back, calling a hello to the three other women in the huge room. “But I came to ask a favor, if I could.”

“Of course Anthony.” The blonde led him to a chair and he blushed when her hand lingered on his shoulder. “Whatever you need.”

Tony took a moment to relax into their always unbelievably comfortable chairs, to glance around the calming space that smelled of lavender and something sweet. The healers themselves were old enough that even Thor called them ancient, though they were all shockingly beautiful and looked no older than their mid twenties. Tony had enjoyed the weeks he had spent in their company as they healed his body, and they had enjoyed his charm and wit and easy flirtations as they worked.

“I need a spell or a potion or something magic that only you beauties would know.” Tony began, and grinned when they all giggled. Just lovely, lovely women. “I need something to protect me from Loki’s frost giant form.”

“Oh.” Soft, concerned murmurs, and one of the women in the corner made her way over.

“You have been threatened, Sir Anthony?”

“Nothing like that.” Tony cleared his throat. “I would just rather not be… frozen when he and I are close.”

“I see.” She tapped her upper lip thoughtfully. “Something that simply protects you, and does not interfere with more pleasurable pursuits.”

“A woman after my own heart.” Tony clasped his hands over his heart dramatically. “Please. If you would.”

“I would very pleased to help.” She was already moving, gathering supplies, and Tony kicked himself for not remembering their names, especially now when he very well could have written her poems of thanks. But in his defense, being ancient came along with names no one could pronounce anymore, so he supposed it wasn’t his fault.

“You are very special to us, do you realize?” A fourth woman asked, this one a red head with curls down to her shoulders. “The one chosen for both Our King and Our Prince. The tales of the chosen Hjartslattur were old even when we came to be.”

“Really?” Tony blinked at her and she smiled.

“Of course. We have long waited to meet you. And when you came to us so broken we were afraid… afraid that we were not strong enough to help you.”

“Terrified, really.” Another chimed in. “Thank the gods you healed.”

“Yes.” The one mixing the potion brought it to him in a delicate crystal bottle, with words written out on the tag she attached. “You healed and now are fulfilling the hjartslattur bond and it is wonderful.”

“This, before midnight, and the spell three times.” she instructed and Tony raised his eyebrows.

“Every day?”

“Just the once.” She looked at him disapprovingly. “What sort of healer would I be if my spells and charms only worked once?”

Most would call you a sorceress.” Tony teased and she bent to kiss his forehead.

Most would be correct. Now go. Take it before midnight tonight.”

“Thank you.” Tony bowed low, and blew kisses just to make them all giggle and went on his way.

Really, just the loveliest ladies.

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Still Loving You

Lucifer x Reader

Words: 1,039

Summary: After an argument, reader reconsiders her relationship with Lucifer

Warnings: Mentions of possible verbal abuse (though nothing is ever said), Angst.

(Shout out to @heavnofhell for the amazing gifs!! Thank you, love!!!)

Still Loving You

“If we’d go again
All the way from the start
I would try to change
The things that killed our love
Yes, I’ve hurt your pride, and I know
What you’ve been through
You should give me a chance
This can’t be the end
I’m still loving you”

                          Still Loving You- Scorpions

The moment the words left his lips, you knew he had regretted them. A look of sincere pain spread across his face and a cloud of self-loathing settled around his shoulders so thick that it’s weight physically bore down on him. His frame slumped and he exhaled hard through his nose, hanging his head and looking up at you from under his lashes, as if he couldn’t bare to look at the hurt on your face directly.

Your teeth clenched as you fought back tears, knowing that he didn’t mean the words, but they were said in anger at you regardless and now they wedged between the two of you. It certainly hadn’t been the first time, and likely not the last, but it didn’t stop them from hurting. Swallowing hard, you forced yourself to take a calming breath, taking a step away from him as you did so.

“Lucifer…” you began, very aware of how he mirrored your movement, filling the space you’d tried to put between you.

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Here is the revamped and updated version of Part 2. Part 1 is available right here for those who missed it.

A/N: it’s been three years since Maya’s terrifying injury. Three years since her last match. Three years since her whole life was changed forever. They said she would never wrestle again after her injury. They suggested for her to retire for the sake of her health. But now, she’s back and about to shock not just her fellow Superstars, but the entire WWE Universe as she makes her return to Monday Night RAW.

I did not expect this chapter to take so damn long to redo and revamp, but… hey here we are….

I also didn’t expect it to be this damn long in length either. But hey, what you gonna do?

(Y’all….I tried really hard to keep this in the third party but it’s really freaking hard guys. So, for the rest of the series, we will switch between Maya, Seth, and Finn. But 99% of the series will be from Maya’s POV

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“Still ahead on RAW,” Michael Cole states as RAW begins to transfer into the next segment, “we are just two weeks away from the biggest party of the summer and RAW’s deck is already stacked with some incredible must-see matches!!”

“You are absolutely right Cole!” Corey Graves exclaims. We’ve got a fatal 4-way for the Universal Championship, we’ve got The Demon going against The Eater of Worlds, Kurt Angle’s son is looking to take the Intercontinental Title from The Miz, Seth Rollins & Dean Ambrose have reunited and are going after the RAW Tag Team champs Sheamus & Cesaro, and of course… one of the most talked about matches on the card has to be the Fatal 4-way Elimination Match for the 1st ever WWE Women’s Tag Team Titles!!”

Booker T laughs. “Brooklyn ain’t ready for what we got in store for them!! But y’all, one thing we gotta talk about is the controversy surrounding our women’s division and the RAW Women’s Champion Alexa Bliss…”

Cole scoffs. “’Controversy’ is puttin’ it lightly there Book. For the past couple of weeks, Kurt Angle has created multiple women’s matches to help determine a number 1 contender to face Alexa for the title at SummerSlam…”

“Yea and every match has ended the same; with Alexa interrupting the match and laying these women out! It’s like she’s scared of facing anyone at SummerSlam-”

“Scared?!?!” Corey quickly interjects. “What does she have to be scared of Booker? Alexa has beaten every single woman in that locker room on more than one occasion!”

“Well here’s hoping she’ll give us a further explanation,” Cole adds. “Because later tonight, both Kurt Angle and Alexa Bliss will address the situation and that status of Alexa Bliss’ match at SummerSlam LIVE here in Toronto!”

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Old Flames, New Sparks - Epilogue

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N-Ackles, Danneel Ackles, Jensen Ackles, JJ Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki

Pairing: Danneel x Reader x Jensen, Jared x Gen

Warnings: 6 year time jump, babies (yep that’s a warning - ask Jensen :P)    

Word Count: 1100ish

A/N: I didn’t plan on this until I was writing part 8. I guess I weren’t completely ready to let them go but this will be the very last part of this series. Thanks to all you have followed it :D

This series is written for my free square in @spnpolybingo

Thanks to my amazing lil sis @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this series for me.


You were sitting on the floor with JJ in the pillow fort the two of you had build while being home alone for a few hours. You were aware that to most it would seem odd you had shared this new with your 3 year old daughter before her other two parents, but you and JJ always had a special connection. Biologically she wasn’t your daughter, but that didn’t matter to you. Or to JJ, Jensen, or Danneel for that matter. No matter what law or biology said you would always be family. Family was about who you loved after all and the four of you, soon to be 6, had plenty of that to go around.

“So it will be twins?” JJ frowned slightly as she tried to understand the news you had just shared with her. You couldn’t help but laugh at her child logic, pulling her into your lap.

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Unbreakable (Part 4)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Torture, Swearing, Abduction, Fire
A/N: Prompt. Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. I can’t believe how long this thing bloody took me! Sorry it’s been so long since I last updated it, but here is part 4 for ‘Unbreakable’!

Bucky’s POV

“Well, being there is a start.” Natasha said, her usually harsh-sounding voice taking on a softer tone.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Bucky replied, head tilted up to the night sky as him and Nat began to stroll back towards the tower.

“Good.” she smiled, green eyes glinting slightly as she glanced up at him, “Y/N deserves someone who’ll fight for her.”

“Well, I’m gonna damn well try.” Bucky said, eyebrows furrowing as a fire engine went speeding past, sirens blaring.

Mindlessly kicking at a stone on the pavement, Bucky let out a shaky breath as he shoved his hands deep in his pockets. Even now, your look of fear and betrayal was painted across his eyelids, flickering in his vision every time he blinked. If it was the last thing he did, he would make sure you never looked like that ever again.

“Hey Buck?” Natasha asked quietly, “Is that coming from the tower?” Nudging Bucky to point out the pillar of smoke that was starting to billow into the sky.

“Shit.” Bucky said, the pair immediately breaking into a sprint as a couple more fire engines zoomed past.

About a million thoughts went racing through Bucky’s head as him and Nat ran towards the spiral of black smoke. Bucky knew all about your pyrokinesis, yet he couldn’t help but worry. If the tower really was on fire, and you couldn’t control it, then something was seriously wrong. Feet pounding against the pavement, Bucky couldn’t stop the way his heart felt like it was beating out of his chest. As the two neared the tower, they spotted a huddled group of people, being able to pick out a few of their teammates in the gathering.

“Steve!” Bucky yelled, running up to his blond friend, black soot smudged across his cheeks and dusting his hair.

“Bucky, thank god!” Steve said, blue eyes filled with worry as he clutched at Bucky’s shoulder, “We’ve been looking all over for you… it’s Y/N…”

Without another word, Bucky sprinted into the building, ducking around anyone who tried to stand in his way. This is all my fault, he couldn’t help but think, jaw clenched and eyes wild. He didn’t know what he was going to do once he got to you, he just knew that he had to. As he weaved through the many corridors, often crashing into walls in his haste, Bucky didn’t even notice as the smoke became thicker around him. As he neared your door, he began to feel the heat licking at his skin, the flames crackling around him.

“Bucky!” Steve’s voice suddenly called out, the sound of his pounding feet coming up behind him.

“Steve?” Bucky said, covering his mouth as he let out a string of coughs, “What are you doing in here?”

“You think I’d let you come in here on your own, no chance.” Steve replied, clapping Bucky on the shoulder, “Besides, I have a plan…”

“Oh god.”


As the fire burned on around you, smoke filling your lungs, and flames licking against your bare skin, you couldn’t contain the sobs that continued to break past your lips. You never wanted this, this ‘gift’ as Steve kept referring to it. All it had ever done was cause you pain and suffering. Your father was right to give you up, you put everybody around you in danger. Digging your nails into the burning skin of your thighs, you barely registered the distant sounds of voices, instead only focusing on the sounds of the fire slowly destroying everything around you. So far it had burnt everything in your room, and the rooms either side of you, blackening your walls and creating a blockage in front of your door.

“Y/N?” Can you hear me?” Steve’s muffled shout could barely be heard over the fire, the sound of his voice only causing you to burrow further into yourself, “We’re going to get you out of here, okay?”

The sounds of debris shifting, and the fire spitting out accompanied two murmured voices. Suddenly, the sound of your door groaning filled the room, before it seemed to fall off its hinges, crashing to the ground.

“Doll?” Bucky’s hoarse voice coughed, his flesh arm thrown up to his face and his metal one laying limply at his side.

Grey eyes flickering around the room, they quickly locked onto your cowering figure, gaze filling with both relief and fear. That look on his face felt like a stab to the heart. It was such a familiar expression, the look of fear as someone realised what you were truly capable of.

“Y/N…” he said, inching around the fallen debris to get to you, “Doll, everything’s going to be okay, I’m gonna get you out of here.”

Pushing past a fallen beam, Bucky hissed as the smouldering metal contacted with his bare flesh. Screwing his eyes shut, he carried on towards you, barely flinching as a chunk of debris fell onto his metal shoulder.

“Doll, I’m here.” Bucky murmured, fingers brushing against yours as he crouched in front of you.

“Bucky…” you whispered, feeling the fire ebb at his touch.

“Come on.” Bucky said, carefully hosting you up with his flesh arm alone, “I’m so sorry Doll.”

Walking back through the destruction, Bucky hunched over your body as the building continued to crumble around the two of you.

“Buck, you got her?” Steve asked, shield propping up the largest piece of debris that had previously been blocking the door.

“Yeah. Yeah, I got her.” Bucky said, gripping you close to his body as the three of you navigated your way out of the burning building.

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jimon college roommates !!

Simon Lewis was truly, utterly, and completely fucked.

Actually? No he was not, and that was the problem.

Simon had started off this year determined to excel in all of his courses, and he wanted to stick to that plan, he really did. But then he walked into his dorm room and all of his hope for success flew straight out the window.

Standing in the middle of the room was a blonde boy, about Simon’s height and extremely muscular. He was shirtless and dripping with sweat. Simon gaped, and everything after that seemed to happen very slowly. It was like every cheesy teen high school movie where the hot guy in a leather jacket and sunglasses would walk down the school hallway in slow motion, except this guy was hot. Not just teen high school movie hot, but like…chiseled and golden in every way so that it was almost angelic hot.

The boy turned around, reaching up to brush a hand through his golden hair. His eyes landed on Simon and a smile lit up his face, making Simon groan internally. He could kiss his college diploma goodbye.

The boy apparently saw Simon staring and a smirk replaced the bright smile immediately. “The name’s Lightwood,” the golden boy said, offering his hand out for Simon to shake. “Jace Lightwood.”

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Intro: So this was going to be a part of my colour drabbles, but I felt it was more Jim than Bones, and the request was for Bones so I decided to save it for later.  

I have had this in my drafts for like a week and half and I just think it’s cute and fluffy and just read it if you wanna.  Hopefully it will make you smile. 

OH and this was also the one I asked for help with with a suggestion for a fake SOS call because I thought I’d need to add it in there, but I guess not lol. Sorry! I’ll use those ideas for another fic. 

Pairing: Jim x reader

Word Count: 1108

Summary: Jim calls an SOS in the middle of the night and has a surprise for the reader.  Just fluff.  


You were sound asleep when a message came through on your PADD, and somehow you woke up to the soft ‘ping’.  

You snatched up your PADD on the side of your bed and squinted at the bright screen in the dark room. The message was from Jim and read only three letters, but those three simple letters sent electricity up your spine.  


You sprung up from your bed, throwing the covers off, adrenaline pumping through your system as you threw on your slippers and the first robe you could find, which just happened to be Jim’s. SOS was your code word, in a sense, that let each other know that something was wrong and they needed the other.

You sprinted down through the hallway, searching the hallways, even peeking in the Bridge first.  Skirting down the halls you reached his room and quickly typed the code to get in, sliding the door open and you pushed into the room. For a second you thought the room was on fire as you searched around, and you weren’t entirely wrong.  There were candles everywhere, creating an ambiance of flame and warmth, and there, sitting on the bed, was Jim, grinning. 

“Hey, babe.” He said, the nonchalance in his voice so shockingly different from the adrenaline in your veins that you almost couldn’t comprehend it. 

“A-are you okay?  You sent SOS, did something happen are you-” You spluttered but stopped when Jim started chuckling. 

“You look like you just went through a wind-tunnel.” Jim laughed and you balled your fists up at your sides. 

“If you called me here just to make fun of me I am going to be furious.”

“No, no, Y/N, come sit.” Jim smiled up at you and when you didn’t move he stood and sauntered towards you. 

“I thought you were hurt or something, Jim.” You gasped, and felt the urge to wriggle out of his grasp when his hands fell around your waist. 

“I’m sorry, babe, I didn’t mean to scare you.” His breath tickled your hair, “But it was pretty funny watchin' you run around like a chicken with you head cut off on the security cameras.”

Now you groaned and tried to push him away from you, your hands on his chest causing him to lose his balance and you thought you’d succeeded until you felt yourself falling with him, one of his arms still wrapped around your waist.  You landed on top of him on the bed, nearly smacking your forehead onto his. 

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” You growled, trying to peel yourself off of him, but his arms held you fast to his chest. 

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A Way to You Again: Part 13

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count:  1215

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Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request! Sorry it took me forever to get this part done. The senior portrait rush is over – so I should have more time to write again, yay!

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Bucky needed to see that he wasn’t the only one with ghosts. Mine still haunted me to the point that they had nearly torn me away from him completely. As I walked to my bedroom his words echoed in my mind, “Ever the optimist – one day that optimism is going to get you killed…” Little did he know how close he was to being right.

We drove through most of the night. We spoke occasionally – small pleasantries or about the towns we passed, but we always lapsed into silence again. As we pulled onto the gravel driveway I sighed with relief. This time it was a different type of relief to see the little cottage. I wasn’t running away – I was really coming home. Home with someone I loved. “This is it,” I said with a yawn as I parked the car. I blinked sleepily at Bucky as I stretched.

“You go ahead – I’ll get the bags,” he responded with a reassuring nod.

I made my way up the uneven path – my limbs feeling abnormally heavy. More than anything I wanted to lay in the feather soft bed that awaited me and sleep for hours. I wearily opened the door and sighed to myself. It was just as I had left it – always waiting for me. I walked in with Bucky following me hesitantly. He stared around the cottage appreciatively as I watched him.

“So I’m beat… I think I’ll get some rest,” he said awkwardly as he motioned towards a hallway that led to the guest room.

“Oh… I honestly didn’t have this planned so I didn’t call ahead. The room is probably a mess – between Steve and Nicole staying there. Would you… like to maybe stay with me?” I asked shyly as I peeked through my lashes at him – a small awkward smile tugging at the corners of my lips. I wasn’t sure why I felt so shy suddenly – maybe it was the way his eyes sought after every bit of me in their tired stare, or maybe it was the way the corner of his lips quirked into a smile he fought to hide when he watched my tired movements.

“Okay sure,” he added softly as he laid the bags down by the front door. I walked awkwardly to the bedroom where I gratefully shucked my pants and quickly snuggled into the down comforter. My exhaustion had certainly not kept me from noticing Bucky standing up a little straighter when welcomed by my bare legs. He in turn shed his shirt and jeans before climbing in beside me. He smiled as he brushed the hair from my face before I quickly fell asleep.

I awoke to the deepening shadows of twilight as I stretched my tired limbs. Panic gripped me for a moment as my hands noted the empty side of the bed. My tired mind immediately went into a free-fall. Had I dreamed it all? Had I been here the entire time without him? A soft knock at the door caused my body to relax.

“Come in,” I yawned as I stretched my tired limbs again. Bucky’s head peaked into the room shyly before he opened the door fully to walk in.

“I thought you might be hungry so I ran up to the diner and ordered some food.” My stomach growled loudly at the thought of food – eliciting a laugh from Bucky. “I will take that as a yes,” he smirked as he turned on his heel and made his way back to the living room. I chuckled to myself as I pushed off the bed and followed him.

He had ordered a ridiculous amount of food – enough to probably last us for days. In fact, I was almost certain that he had ordered one of every burger the diner had. “So are the seven dwarves coming to eat supper too, or?” I asked with a smirk as I plopped down in the empty dining room chair beside him.

“Huh?” he responded in confusion. Sometimes I forgot how different our worlds had been.

“Never mind,” I chuckled as I reached for a burger and fries. I couldn’t remember a time I had been so hungry in my life. While I was contemplating if it was physically possible to unhinge my jaw and devour the burger in one bite I caught Bucky’s glance in the corner of my eye. “What?” I asked as I felt a blush threaten to spread up my neck and to my cheeks.

“Oh it’s nothing,” he shrugged with a small smile before returning to his food.

After dinner was over Bucky insisted that he would clean the kitchen – even though, as I pointed out through my many protests, I was the one that knew where everything was. As he busied himself in the kitchen I made my way outside to start a fire. One of my favorite things as a child had been to sit around a cozy fire on the beach as the sun set. There had always been something magical about it – and I had always dreamed about the day that the person next to me would be the man that I loved. I smiled to myself as I set to work on my task.

Bucky found me sitting in front of the fire when he came outside to join me. I was entranced with its flames as I watched them dance upwards into the pastel sky. I jumped slightly as the blanket he had brought me wrapped around my shoulders.

“Sorry,” he chuckled softly as he sat beside me. “I noticed it had gotten cooler – I wanted to make sure you were warm,” he added with a soft smile which I returned earnestly. I returned my gaze to the fire as we lapsed into silence. I was completely lost in thought when Bucky finally spoke again. “It’s beautiful here,” he whispered quietly as his hand brushed against mine.

“Yes it is,” I responded as I smiled softly at him. “This is the one place I’ve always been able to find comfort. The one place that I have left that is full of memories of my family,” I whispered sadly as I turned to look at him. “How much did Fury tell you before I joined the Avengers?”

Bucky seemed taken aback by the sudden change in topic. He shrugged as he thought to himself. “It seemed pretty basic overall. You started working for S.H.I.E.L.D. right out of high school after being highly recruited by several top administrators in the program, Fury and Coulson included. You were a rising star in S.H.I.E.L.D. before it fell. Didn’t have a family – which come to find out was a bit of a lie, but I never fully trust Nick when he tells me the backstories of other people,” he explained.

“I…” I began awkwardly. I wasn’t certain where to begin, but I knew if Bucky was willing to show his most vulnerable side to me then it was time that I did the same for him.

“Y/N – you don’t have to,” he began as he squeezed my hand affectionately.

“Bucky – if you love me – there is something you should know,” I whispered as I prepared to recount things that I had hoped I would never speak of again.

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Goddess of the Underworld (Part 2)

Summary: Greek mythology!AU. James Barnes is the most feared man of the world. Mortals know him as Hades, God of the Underworld. You are a goddess yourself mortals call Persephone but you’re still scared of James. When Zeus and Demeter betroth you to Hades, you are furious. But you also can’t deny you’re drawn to the dark, attractive god. Maybe he’s not what he seems. What better person than you to look behind his facade, his wife.

A/N: Hey loves! I’m really sorry for the long wait, but I have a hard time with writing at the moment. I try my best for you guys. Special thanks to the lovely @buckysbean. Thank you soo much for editing ♥

Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes (Hades) x Reader (Persephone)

Warnings: Death people

Word Count: 1241 


◄••• Part 1         Part 2          Part 3 •••► coming soon!

The First thing I noticed upon stepping through the portal into the underworld, was the sky, shining red and violet, making everything look mysterious and magical. I really was surprised. What secrets would the underworld reveal to me?

There was a slender path leading into a dark forest in front of me. I summoned my powers, creating a blueish white bubble of light, letting it float in the air to illuminate the path.

Not a single soul crossed my way as I walked through the forest; the souls of dead mortals go straight to the underworld once they have died in the world above. They would reside here for all of eternity, in one of the different empires. It was Hades’ job to judge if they would be rewarded or punished. As far as I know there were different levels of reward and punishment - The Elysian fields, the place everyone wished to end up, but only could if chosen by the gods. They would be indulging in whatever employment they had enjoyed in life, living a blessed and happy life for all eternity. The counterpart of Elysium was Tartarus, where only pure evil would be found.

Tartarus was even feared by the gods themselves, because it was the place where the punishment fits the crime. The gigantic place was surrounded by the flaming river Phlegethon, guarded by a hydra with fifty black gaping jaws, preventing sinners from escaping the Tartarus.

Hades was the only god who could get in and out of the Tartarus, but even he got hurt the one time he went down there. It is said that he lost his left arm in Tartarus and replaced it with black diamond. His dark limp was told to be surrounded by dark smoke, displaying his tremendous power.  

I was surrounded by mist and hardly could see my own hands in front of me. The more steps I took, the thicker the fog got. With a sweeping gesture of my hand I created more bulbs of light, so I wouldn’t lose my path.

The wind around me got colder and colder. I could hear wails and whines echoing from the fog. I felt very uncomfortable, even more when black nebula of bad dreams, created from human nightmares was floating around me.

I never experienced such a great amount of pain and fear. It almost seemed like the emotions from the nebula transferred into me, becoming mine. My entire body began shaking out of fear, making my throat tie up. Once the black mist subsided I could breath again.

From time to time I would pass a few souls. Souls walking around mindlessly with grief, concern, hunger or illness around me. Those were all part of the mortal existence and sadly those poor souls couldn’t get over it in this part of the underworld.

I quickened my pace; I knew those souls couldn’t hurt me in any way, but uneasiness was still spreading through my body.

Slowly the mist cleared and I could see a river at the end of the path. At the landing stage was a man, waiting, covered in black clothes.

It was Charon the Ferryman. He slightly bowed his head,

“Persephone, your father already gave notice of your arrival. Hades is excited to meet you. I’m Charon and I will bring you over the river Acheron. At the end of our ride a horse is waiting for you to bring you to Hades’ Palace.”

Charon helped me into the boat and we instantly took off. My gaze wandered into the water beneath us.

Hundreds of souls were floating in the dark water, illuminating the water with their shining manifestations.

Faces twisted in pain, bloodshot eyes wide open, mouths hung in silent screams. I should have known it. Acheron wasn’t called river of pain for nothing.

The rest of the boat trip I avoided looking at the water. Instead I eyed the riversides where some white flowers were growing.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sweet-scented smell in the air. Narcissus. Flowers of the underworld.

“We’re almost there, Persephone,” Charon said in the silence. I only nodded in understanding. Moments later we arrived and Charon secured the boat before extending his hand once again to help me out of it.

“Thank you, Charon,” I said, respectfully lowering my head.

“It was my pleasure. If you will excuse me, I have souls to bring to the Elysian fields.”

Out of the shadows came a black stallion with nostrils snorting fire towards me.

Long wavy black mane, powerful muscular build and eyes made of orange red flames.

The horse seemed to beam with pride.

As I stepped closer it bowed his head and I could see a single pearl colored narcissus stuck in his bridle. The name of the stallion was engraved in the side of the headgear, Alastor.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful horse,” I said awestruck, preparing to mount. When I was sitting securely in the saddle, Alastor set off.

On the horizon I could already see the Palace of Hades. It was massive and, even from afar, breathtaking. The closer we got to the huge castle, the nervous I was about facing Hades - The man I had to make fall in love with me.

Alastor and I were almost at the palace, the path illuminated by torches and lined with snow white Narcissus. Just ahead of me, he walked down the steps. It was Hades, the casual flow of his walk, beautifully sensuous and haughty, his angular perfect chiseled face and those eyes. Those gorgeous piercing blue eyes.

Alastor stopped right in front of Hades, the latter offering me a helping hand to get off the horse. When our hands touched, electricity zinged through my body.

“T-thank you,” I stuttered out, voice barely louder than a whisper in the wind.

“You’re welcome, my lady,” Hades said and those words were enough for my heart to beat violently against my ribcage. His smooth, raspy voice slipping around me like the finest silk.

“How about I show you to your room for you to freshen up. I will send for you when dinner is ready. After that I will be more than delighted to show you around, if you are interested that is, Persephone?” Hades proposed, one corner of his full lips raised in a half smile.

“T-that sounds g-great, Hades,” I agreed still intimidated by the god before me.

“Please, call me James. I insist.” Again he displayed that sexy half smirk.

Wait what?! Sexy?! All right, all right, who am I fooling? He was breathtakingly handsome. None of the other gods could be even slightly compared to him. I was in deep shit. I didn’t know him one bit and I was already drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I could only pray for I wouldn’t get hurt on my mission making him fall in love with me.

Right now the complete opposite sounded more likely to happen. I had to protect my heart from getting hurt. I couldn’t let his good looks fool me. Don’t let my deep yearning for love get in the way of my better judgement. I knew how other gods only cared about conquering as many women as possible. I’d only known James a few moments, yet I wished for him to be different. He was the god of death, what could he possibly know about love?

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I Remember - Chapter 2 (END)

This got a lot longer than i expected! I’m not sure if i’m 100% happy with it but I’ve revised it so many times so i hope it’s okay. 

Warnings: Mentions of death, extreme homophobic language

Pairings: Prinxiety, brief logicality

Words: 2500

Summary:  Virgil and Roman are destined to meet again through the years. But staying together is tougher than it seems.

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Wild (Dean Ambrose x Reader)

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A/N: Hiya lovelies! It’s really late so there might be some mistakes here and there but I really wanted to post this before I went to sleep, so here it is! I’ll come back in the morning and fix whatever needs fixin’. This is a request I got from the lovely @reigns420 a few weeks ago, hope you enjoy it!

Prompt:  Can I request Dean Ambrose and female reader go camping and the reader gets scared and has a panic attack? So Dean calms her down by making sweet love to her in the tent. Please and thanks 😉

I hesitated going all in with the panic attack seeing as, in my experience, it doesn’t really scream sexy times to me, and instead it’s more like lookat that, I’m ‘bout to die kinda feeling, but I went with Dean distracting reader from panicking completely like the good guy he is. Cool? Cool.

Warnings: Swearing, mention of anxiety and panic attacks, fluff and smut. 

Word count: 4747

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An Old Flame (Part Three)

Summary: Y/N is a hunter. She always has been, and she knows that she always will be. Headstrong, fierce, and takes no bullshit is the best way to describe her. A case in Ohio leads her to a nest of vampires, but that’s not all. As she’s investigating, she runs into a pain from her past, the one and only Dean Winchester. The man that ruined her, left her to trust no one ever again. When Dean sees her again, he feels like he’s alive again, and he’ll do anything to get her back. Will she fall back into old habits or will she stand her ground?

Part One Part Two

Pairing: SLOW BURN! Dean x Reader

Warnings: Eventual smut and violence, swearing

Word Count: 1,850

A/N: Sorry for the wait guys! I’ve been working hard on those Christmas Prompts :) Things are finally starting to pick up, so I really hope you’ll enjoy. I love writing this, honestly^-^

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Hot for Teacher (Part 1)

Here is my entry for Ash’s 2k Writing Challenge! I had so much fun with this, and it really kind of got away from me. I mean … I had to break this up into three parts because it’s 9017 words altogether. I apologize for nothing. I LOVE stories about college students and their professors, and that was initially my idea for this, but it didn’t work out like that. I hope y’all enjoy this. ;)

PROMPT: Teacher Negan
CHARACTERS: Female reader, Beth Greene, Negan, (these following characters are just mentioned) Glenn, Morgan, Sasha, Spencer, Rick, Olivia, Abraham, Rosita, Aaron, Darryl
WARNINGS: Language (Since it’s a Negan story, what do you expect?), explicit sexual content, semi-public sex (kind of?)

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You sat down at your desk, smoothing your hands over the top of it. You took in a breath and let it out slowly, taking your time in looking around the room. There were twenty desks set up in rows, four desks to a row, five rows in the room. There was a podium at the front of the classroom that was all but begging for a new paint job, a large cabinet behind your desk, two whiteboards on one wall, a chalkboard on another, and absolutely nothing but stark white paint on the walls on the other two walls.  

You took a pen from your purse and a yellow legal pad from your patterned messenger bag your mom had bought you as a graduation present. You started to make a list, and at the top, number one was Paint podium. Number two, almost if not equally as important was Rearrange room. You couldn’t stand the typical classroom set-up that your room currently held. You wanted something that would excite the kids, something that would make them want to come to your class and learn from you.

Well … that was kind of a long shot. You were teaching junior high English. The kids in your classes would be out of the childlike innocence of liking school. These kids would be hating school, constantly pushing boundaries while trying to figure out who they were, all the while dealing with raging hormones.

Why did you take this job again?

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