take me home moment

The Arrangement (Part 15)

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Summary: You have an encounter with Mark, and Dean shows up just in time. The next morning, the two of you talk things out. Sam arrives with some news.

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,300

Warnings: physical/sexual assault (minor, no injuries or anything but I know that can be a trigger), language, general angst, low-grade physical violence, little bit of smut… some of everything in this one

A/N: Buckle in, this one is long and jam-packed…. also I think there’s only two more parts left, guys… which makes me SO sad. Thank you all for your continued love for this series, I cannot believe how it’s taken off. You’re all awesome. Also picking a gif for this WAS SO HARD because there are so many Dean moments I wanted to show. But I went with angry because reasons…

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BUT LIKE…I LOVE THE WHOLE EPISODE…BUT OCTAVIA’S WORDS ABSOLUTELY KILLED ME

“TAKE ME HOME”

Daaaamnnn…this is so important. On her most vulnerable moment she wants to go home. She considers ARKADIA, her brother, her people, HOME. 

The blakes have always been a weekness to me (since I have the most beautiful relationship with my siblings) so that hit me hard.

But…not only that. It hit me in the feels because I know every delinquents will choose the same. They have become a FAMILY. I family that no matter what will fight to protect eachother. And that’s beautiful

NOW GIVE ME THE BLAKES REUNION SO BELLAMY WON’T SUFFER. I CAN’T HANDLE IT

When The Future Meets The Past

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader
Word count: 1,258
Warnings: So many clichés. I’ve never written something so cliché. Violence. Drinking. Cussing. Mentions of blood.
Written for my 2,000 Followers Celebration
Requested by: @dacianamusik23 Prompt:Thunderstorm / Quote: “Touch her again and I will kill you.”

Thank you to my fish @lucis-unicorn for looking this over!

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anonymous asked:

prompt: weecest almost getting caught by john

Sam’s throat is sore from last night, but he doesn’t care. In fact, he revels in the ache in his jaw; the burning sensation in his throat because this – this is where he belongs. He’s crawling between Dean’s meaty thighs on dirty, cum-stained sheets with his big brother’s cock buried deep in his throat.

Dean sounds pissed off and wild with want when he glares down at Sam and hisses quietly: “Such a fucking slut, Sammy, aren’t you? Couldn’t even wait for dad to leave before you needed my cock in your mouth, ain’t that right? Gonna get us caught soon, you hear me?”

Little Sammy releases Dean’s heavy cock, slowly, letting it leave a trail of spit and precum down his chin as he watches his big brother, gaze dark beneath lowered eyelids. His voice is obscenely hoarse when he says: “Bet he’d be jealous.”

Dean growls, grabs a fistful of Sam’s hair and forces his weeping dick into his little brother’s mouth again, thrusting deeply. “That’s what this is about, huh? Putting on a show for daddy? Don’t you get enough attention from your big brother, is that it?”

Sam swallows the length, buries his nose in Dean’s pubes, his soft fingers playing with Dean’s balls, feeling a surge of power and satisfaction when Dean comes hotly and without warning down his throat, accompanied by the sound of Dean’s strangled moan.

The taste is bitter and familiar, and Sam thinks he could live off this.

Their eyes lock for a brief moment, and the question Dean had posed earlier hangs between them, demanding an answer. Sam licks his lips, prepares to reply, but is interrupted by a sharp knock on their door.

“Everything ok in there, boys?”

“We’ll be right out,” Dean replies loudly, too loud, his cheeks red.

Sam says, in a voice that sounds like sex over broken glass: “I think I might’ve caught a cold, daddy. Maybe Dean should stay at home with me today?”

John takes a moment to answer, then he speaks, his voice muffled behind the thin door. “Whatever you need, Sam. I’m taking off now, I’ll be back in the afternoon. Take care of Sammy, Dean. There’s aspirin in the kitchen if you need it.”

Sam licks a long, wet stripe along Dean’s sensitive cock, and Dean hisses. “You heard him,” Sam whispers. “Whatever I need.”

Dean watches him, the look in his eyes suggests that he is partly astounded, partly scared of what he finds in Sam’s face. “He’s gonna find out if you keep this up,” Dean finally rasps, a desperate note of helplessness in his voice. “Don’t you even care?”

“It’ll let him know that you’re mine,” Sam mumbles, eyes almost black beneath his long bangs.

Dean stares at him under a stony silence. “You’re fucked up.”

Sam stretches like a cat. “Yeah,” he agrees lazily, in that fucked-out voice. “But I’m not blind.”

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thorin oakenshield + the moment he fell in love  (✿◠‿◠)

Time Upon Once, Ch.11 (11/?)

Summary:  Killian Jones is a bailbonds man, living in Boston and doing his own thing. But on his 29th birthday, a kid knocks on his door and claims to be his son. What happens when Killian is forced to face his past along with a mystery prophecy about his own purpose in life?

Rating: M (eventually)

A huge thank you to @tnlph @businesscasualprincess and @blessed-but-distressed  for beta duties and @shady-swan-jones for the banner!

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Chapter XI

The next few weeks went by in a blur of keeping track of August, all the while avoiding Sidney’s attempts to lure him to be part of a supposed exposé on Regina Mills alleged misuse of town funds. Killian listened to Sidney’s plans for his so-called investigation but decided to pull out in the end. He didn’t buy it. His lie-detector was buzzing around at every step and it made him edgy. Furthermore, he knew men like Sidney. The would never have the backbone to go after powerful people like Regina, not when it mattered. So he stepped aside and let the man do whatever he wanted to do.

Nevertheless, he hadn’t walked away unscathed in the end. Regina had used any excuse she could find to forbid him to see Henry again, and even his short meeting with Sidney seemed grounds enough in her eyes. So as much as Killian wanted to go against her, he knew his best chance was to lay low and weather the storm. It was a small town after all, he would have a few chances to run into the lad.

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OK OK BUT KILLIAN FUCKING JONES THO

BECAUSE FIRST OF ALL LET’S TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH HE’S BEGINNING TO BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES BECAUSE WHO EVEN KNEW THAT HE WOULD GET ONE AND HE HAS AND HE HOPES THAT SHE DOES TOO.

AND OMG LET’S TALK ABOUT HER. SHE’S AMAZING. SHE WILL TAKE ZERO SHITS AND DOES NOT NEED YOUR SYMPATHY TYVM. JUST DO WHAT SHE SAYS.

AND I MEAN LOOK, THIS IS IMPORTANT TO KILLIAN RIGHT? WE KNOW THIS. SO FUCKING IMPORTANT BUT WHEN HE ASKS TIGER LILY HOW SHE’S PLANNING TO HELP

AND SHE’S JUST LIKE DUDE, I GOT THIS.

HE’S LIKE OKAY THEN. HE TRUSTS HER AND HE TRUSTS HER SKILL. THIS IS EVERYTHING.

AS IS THIS LOL BECAUSE HE’S LIKE AHOY MATE?! YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS GONNA HELP?

AND THE FRANTIC TAKE ME HOME! OMG KILL ME.

AND THIS FUCKING MOMENT BECAUSE NO MATTER WHAT, SAVING EMMA COMES FUCKING FIRST. KEEPING HER SAFE IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANYTHING ELSE.

ALSO HIS SHADOW HAS A HOOK AND I DIED A LOT.

OK BAI.

A Taste Of Home
  • Featuring: Oda Nobunaga from Samurai Love Ballad: Party
  • Rating: T
  • Author’s Note: This takes place in a future era after the events of Take Me Home (which as at this moment is not yet completed!), where one Maeda Toshiie finally gets the girl. 

Why was he here?

Right. Oichi couldn’t make it. Neither could her husband. Thus, he was tasked with bringing Yodo to her very first school festival. His niece was with her group of friends a distance away, chattering excitedly. He, on the other hand, was bored. Yet again, he wondered why he was here. His eyes glanced about, spotting a stall that perked his interest. Making his way over while still keeping an eye on Yodo, Nobunaga was pleasantly pleased to find castella among the treats laid out.

“Oh! Good morning!” A cheerful voice sounded, and the next thing he knew, a piece of castella on a plate was thrust in front of his face.

“Good morning.” He replied, his gaze following the arm.

A woman, with dark auburn locks tied up in a messy bun, smiled at him. For a moment, he stared. It wasn’t just her beauty that caught his eye. He met plenty of beautiful ladies in his life. There was something familiar about her. His eyes narrowed as he racked his brain, trying to place where he’d seen her before.

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“Say, Lightning,” Aerith says, and Lightning’s eyes stop roving over the flowerbeds to look at Aerith again. “Have you ever been a bodyguard? You do do everything, right?”

Lightning blinks, momentarily taken aback. “Yeah, what of it?”

“Then, get me out of here.” Lightning almost flinches as Aerith quickly leans forward and takes Lightning’s hand in her own. “Take me home.”

It’s a moment, but after the day’s events, Lightning gets the feeling she should be saying no. Tifa is surely worried sick over her, and she did just fall a hundred feet into some strange, unfamiliar part of the slums.

At that thought, though, Lightning reminds herself that it was Aerith’s flowers that saved her life. She glances again at the flowerbeds, then back to Aerith who is smiling brightly and doesn’t seem to have any intention of letting go of Lightning’s hand.

“I am a mercenary,” Lightning says, only half to herself and now glancing meaningfully at Aerith through the corner of her eye.

She watches Aerith tilt her head to the side, her smile no less bright than before. “That’s right,” she says easily. “Well then, let’s see… How about if I go out with you once?”

“Wha—?” Lightning can’t even get the full word out. There is, she’s sure, a blush running across her cheeks because she can feel the heat of it, and while one part of her asserts that Aerith must be joking, the other can’t deny the sincerity in her voice. She stares a moment longer, just to be sure.

Aerith is still holding her hand.

“All right.” Lightning isn’t sure what it is that compels her to agree, but seeing Aerith’s smile turn into an even brighter grin makes her think it was the right decision.

She is not me Pt II

Pairing: Taeil (NCT) x Reader
Genre: Angst
Sumary: You always thought your relationship with your boyfriend was perfect, until she came back into his life.

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Yet Another Girl-Centric Playlist

post punk, punk rock, darkwave, metal, aggrotech, rock n’roll: there’s a song either by women or with women (or for a woman, some are too good to resist)  that can make you feel 100% in this playlist. Listen.

Whore In This Moment/Just A Girl No Doubt/The Killing Moon Eva O/Fight Like A Girl Emilie Autumn/Lass mich in ruhe! Nina Hagen/Girls Just Wanna Have Fun Cyndi Lauper (fight me it’s fun)/Call Me Blondie/Cherry Bomb The Runaways/I Know Where You Sleep Emilie Autumn/Scum Santa Hates You/Under Pressure (live) David Bowie & Annie Lennox/Bad Trash Switchblade Symphony/Mädchen In Uniform Nachtmahr/Peek-A-Boo Siouxsie & The Banshees/Unbearable Beauty (Twisted Remix) Ashbury Heights/Black No.1 (Little Miss Scare-All) Type O Negative/Committed One-Eyed Doll/Sex Metal Barbie In This Moment/Take Me Home Tonight Eddie Money Feat. Ronnie Spector/The Emasculator Castrator/Sweet ‘69 Babes In Toyland/Fieber OOMPH! feat. Nina Hagen/Girl Fixer The Distillers/Barracuda Heart/Excuse Me Mr. No Doubt/Kinder Dieser Stadt Blutengel/Sick Of It All The Distillers/Spine Mortal Love/Bare Your Teeth Ashbury Heights/Vampyre Girl The Awakening/I Hate Berlin Nachtmahr feat. FrI.Plastique/Es tut mir Lied (Grendel Remix) L’ame Immortelle/So Bad Nina Hagen/Rise! Santa Hates You/Träumst Du OOMPH! Feat. Marta Jandová/Bomb The Twist The 5.6.7.8.’s

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Originally posted by gliceria

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request:  Can you please do a Bucky one shot where the reader was in a car accident and cracked a couple ribs and broke her wrist and when Bucky hears and rushes to the hospital and overreacts. Then he takes her home he’s VERy overprotective and cares for her, not letting her do anything? Thank you so much!!!

A/n: this is pretty cool! I think this is actually going to be a Bucky version of the Sebastian oneshot that I had made!

Genre: Angst, Suspense, Drama, Friendship, Family

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Swearing, Car Crash, Injury, Blood, Hospitals, Mentions of Needles, Near-Death Experience

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

It was supposed to be a quick trip to the store. All you needed were eggs, brown sugar, bacon, and some jelly beans for Bucky. You don’t remember much of what had happened, only bits and pieces coming to your brain, but you had been given a detailed description of what happened. Thanks to a witness who had almost gotten hit.

As the story goes: You had been driving down the road, the vacant blacktop creating fumes from the heat of the day. With your foot lightly on the gas, you were going only three miles above the speed limit. Not too bad, but moderate. You had looked away for a second when your wallet fell to the floorboard before a black SUV came barreling down the road, spinning out of control. 

It flipped, and unfortunately, crashed right into your car. The car behind you slammed right into you, caging you between the SUV and the Honda behind you. Your ribs caved in, some cracking, and others painfully bending. Your wrist and arm, which had been in the floorboard, snapped loudly.

You remembered that. 

The smell of the blood, coursing through your mouth and nose, down your arm. The smell of gasoline had been heavy, and you could remember the smell of fire. It had been a race against time to get you out of the car. When the bloodloss has been too much, you passed out and woke up in a hopsital bed. 

In the present time, you were laying in the bed the hospital had been provided, the comfortable mattress seeming to hold you in a warm, fluffy embrace. The coldness of the room swept throughout the mesh-like blanket as you shivered just slightly. The IV in your hand was strange to feel, nonetheless see.

It hurt to move. It hurt to talk. It hurt to do anything. The nurse who had filled you in had a sympathetic look on her face, and it made you want to gag. Accidents happen all the time, and this one was partly your fault. 

You hadn’t been looking at the road, and the SUV had been in it’s right lane. It was you who had swerved into the wrong lane. But it was the dumbass Honda’s fault for following you into the SUV. The nurse asked you quietly. 

“Do you need anything? Drink, food, anything?”

You shook your head and a frantic nurse ran in, puffing and red in the face. Her hair was all over and she squealed in what seemed like fear.

“Big guy coming up! Really angry! Bucky Barnes is his name!”

Bucky…you smiled internally at the thought of the man. You had met Bucky when you moved in next to his apartment, him kindly asking if you needed help moving in. After all, you had a lot of boxes, and one had broken at the bottom, pots and pans spilling everywhere. 

When he helped you out, his appearance was often, always coming over to your apartment, watching movies or cooking. He had become your best friend, and you were his. His ‘best girl’ as he called you. You two were inseparable, and every single person that laid eyes on you two knew it. However, in one little part of your mind, you wondered if it could ever be more than what is was.

If forehead kisses could turn into real kisses, if hugs could turn into sweeping each other off each others feet. It was something you craved for. Something you yearned for. But, as cliché as it was, you held those feelings back. Didn’t want to lose the friendship you two had. 

A loud, booming voice came from the hallway, and you recognized the voice almost immediately. 

“Where the fuck is she?!”

“Sir, you need-”

“-Don’t you tell me what I need to do!”

You sighed lowly and looked at the doorway, waiting for the inevitable slam of your hospital door. Instead, however, the door was ripped form the hinges, splintering wood flying. You closed your eyes and gave a long, painful sigh.

“(Y/n)! Are you alright? What happened? Who do I need to kill? I’ll find them right now!”

Bucky was by your side in a moment, his blye eyes wide with fear yet anger, his hair frizzy. He must have jost woken up, because he was still in a tank top and his gym shorts. His black flip-flops were mismatched, but he made it work as he ran over to you, his metal hand gentle and cool upon your cheek.

“You gotta stop ripping doors from their hinges, Bucky. What did they ever do to you?”

Bucky replied, his voice smooth but strong.

“They stand between me and you.”

You blushed slightly and he asked quietly.

“Are you OK? Can I get you anything?”

You were quiet for a moment, eyes closing, and you murmured.

“Take me home…I can’t stand the smell of hospitals and death.”

-TIMESKIP-

Bucky opened the front door with one arm, his metal one holding you to him carefully. He shut the front door to his apartment and sped walk to his room, laying you down. You smiled at Bucky softly, but tried to sit up. 

“Oh, no you don’t, little lady. You stay right here, laying down, getting better.”

“Bucky, I’m just a bit beat up, not near death.”

“No, but you were almost killed today.”

His voice was stern, eyes glaring at you and he gently pushed you down, saying.

“Just lay down. I’ll get you some water and something to eat.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. 

“Fine, fine. Whateve ryouw ant, Doctor Barnes.”

He was taken back by the nickname but smirked, winking.

“The Doctor is in the house!”

“You’re such a dork.”

You smiled at him as Bucky chuckled. He leaned down, kissing your forehead, murmuing.

“Yeah, but you love me anyway.”

You sighed and replied, smirking lightly as he pulled back.

“Meh, maybe just a little.”

Bucky beamed and said.

“Doc will be right back with that water.”

You watched as he walked off and you sighed. Bucky was a force to be reckoned with, whether on the battlefield or being your friend. Or both. Honestly, you wouldn’t want to have Bucky any other way. While a relationship with him wasn’t completely from hindsight, you wouldn’t deny that being Bucky’s ‘best girl’ sounded like one hell of a ride.

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