the voices in my head are trying to kill me

Improper Evangelizing

Long context: In a 5e game, we’re being pursued on a carriage by a group of Fell bats in the middle of an undead siege on the city. The party has whittled it down to the last bat.

Our Paladin is the son of Bahamut, and must spread his religion to prove his worth to his father. To do this, a book has been created, and our Paladin wears a robe that will magically conjure one of the books every time he reaches into it and says the phrase, “Have I got a book for you!”

DM: The last Bat is still pursuing you. [Paladin], you’re up.

Paladin: Well, I don’t want to hold action again since my breath weapon is out. I’m going to try to evangelize the bat to my religion!

DM: It doesn’t understand common.

Paladin: Shit. Well, I guess I can throw a book at it.

*A moment of stunned silence as we all take in what he just suggested*

DM: (attempting to suppress his giggling) Okay. Roll a strength improvised weapon throw.

Paladin: I got… a 21 total.

DM: (giggling maniacally) That hits! Roll damage.

Paladin: 11.

DM: (trying not to laugh hysterically) You hear the voice of your father in your head, whispering “Use the book…”

Paladin: (dramatically) I reach into my robes, and shout the phrase “Have I got a book for you!”, and on ‘you’, I frisbee the book as hard as I can!

DM: The book has a beautiful curve to it, arcing gracefully through the rain, water cascading from its’ spinning surface. You watch as it moves and intercepts the bat, perfectly hitting it in the face, crushing its’ skull and killing it instantly.

Party: *bursts out into hysterical laughter*

Fighter: (me, imitating the DM’s Bahamut voice) [Paladin], you idiot! That’s not how you evangelize!

Paladin: (laughing and fighting back tears) I just wanted you to be proud of me!

Needless to say, our Paladin used his book to successfully convert many that night.

Stay

Summary: You have some very important news to tell Shawn, but you’re not quite sure how he’s gonna take it.

Requested: Sort Of

I ran a hand through my hair as I paced around Shawn’s empty dressing room. I found out some news a few days ago and I’m not sure how he’s gonna take it. I could feel my heart beating in my throat. I have to tell him though. He deserves to know. It would be cruel of me not to tell him. I let out a frustrated growl as I sat on the couch. What’s the worst that can happen?”

With that, I forced myself off the couch and made my way to the stage where Shawn is doing soundcheck. I tucked my hands in my pocket, trying not to talk myself out of this. I walked out to the isles of seats and stood in the middle of the walkway.

Shawn was playing his guitar and smiling at the crew as the made up silly lyrics. He busted into laughter and high fives a guy after the track was over. He looks so carefree. This is what he loves and who am I to rip this away from him. I feel my heart plummet to my stomach as Shawn turns around and spots me, sending me the biggest smile I’ve seen in a long time. I turned around and started toward the arena door, trying to conceal my tears from Shawn’s view.

“I’ll be right back.” I hear him say. Crap. I speed up my walking and make it out the double doors just as Shawn is grabbing my arm, turning me around. His face drops as he takes hold of my face, wiping the tears away. “Hey hey hey, What’s wrong? What happened?”


“I have something to tell you and I don’t know how you’re going to take it.” I explain. Shawn suddenly stood up straight and examined my face. He looked down and bit the inside of his cheek.

“Who is he?” He asked through clenched teeth, catching me off guard.

“What?”

“Who is he and how long has it been going on? I swear, Y/n, if you say it’s Cameron, I will-“

“You think I’m cheating on you? You think I would do that to you with your best friend?” I asked hurt clear in my voice.

“Why else would you be so nervous to tell me something, Y/n?”

“Because I’m pregnant!” I say raising my voice a little bit. Shawn freezes.

“What?” He says, the color drained from his face. A few minutes pass and Shawn is still standing there, speechless.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.” I said, tears starting to well up in my eyes again. I start to walk away when Shawn grabs my arm again.


“Wait, I’m sorry. I just… it’s a lot.” He says placing his hands on my waist. I lean into him and rest my head on his chest. “How long have you known?”


“2 days.” I feel Shawn stiffen under me.  

“How far are you?” I take a deep breath.

“If I got my math right, the last time we had sex was when you were frustrated about your tour work so… 2 months tomorrow.” I slowly break away from Shawn and look at Shawn who seems to be deep bin thought. “I should go.” |

“Where are you going?”

“Home. I don’t belong here anymore Shawn.”

“Why does it sound like you saying goodbye?” He asks. I closed my eyes and try to hold back my tears.

“Because I am.” I reply. Shawn shakes his head.

“No.” He replies with a stern voice. I know he’s not going to let me go easily, but I have too. I open my mouth to say something, but the door behind us opens.

“Sorry to interrupt but, Shawn if you want the show to start on time you need to get dressed.” Someone from the crew notifies him. Shawn nods.

“I’ll be a second.” With that the person leaves and I cross my arms around my torso.

“Have fun at your show. I know your gonna kill it.” I said. Shawn rubbed his eyes.

“Why do you keep saying goodbye?” I could hear the hurt in his voice.

“Because I don’t want to hold you back! I don’t want to be the reason you can’t go out and live like an 18 year old pop star should! I don’t want you to miss amazing opportunities all because you have a pregnant girlfriend at home, Shawn! I don’t want that for you! I don’t want you to look back years from now and start to resent me because you couldn’t do what you love to do!” I cried. Shawn gathered me in his arms.

“Baby, I will never see you that way. Believe it or not you’re giving me a gift. Yes, it might be a little early, but there’s nothing that I want more than to start a family with you.”  

“You’re not angry?” I asked into his chest. Shawn chuckled.

“No, I’m not angry.” He said.

“What about the hormones?” Shawn laughed.

“I think I can handle them.” He said taking my face in his hands and kissing my forehead.

“And the cravings and mood swings?”

“I think I can handle those too. Just… stay. Please.” Shawn said, placing his forehead on mine.

“Fine.” I whispered. With that, Shawn smiled and placed a kiss on my lips, pulling me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him as close as possible. Suddenly the door behind us opened.

“Sorry to break this up, but you need to get ready, Mendes. Now.” His stylist said, practically dragging him through the doors. I took a deep breath and smiled to myself. That went better than expected. Now here comes the hard part:

Telling everyone else.

Emotions/Damon Salvatore Smut

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“Damon I can’t do this! You’re obviously not over her. You never will be!” I shouted

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She Won’t Have You Anymore// Bellamy Blake

Epitome: When Murphy is trying to hang Bellamy in the drop ship, you find a way in to save him, not helping but overhear the conversation they uphold. 

Word Count: 575


“Take me for him!” Bellamy yelled at the closed doors of the drop ship.

“No, no!” You yelled, clawing at the arms that were holding you back.

“Let Jasper go and take me! I’m the one you want!” Bellamy yelled.

The doors opened, Jasper stumbling out of the drop ship. Bellamy dropped his guns, walking over to the door. He jumped inside, looking at you one last time.

“No, Bellamy!” You screeched, finally getting out of the arms. You ran over just as the door closed, your fists banging against the concrete.

“Why did you let him go?!” You yelled at the people standing around the drop ship.

You stood around, Raven and Clarke making a plan to get Bellamy back. 

“Let me go with her,” you begged Clarke, who declined. “Please, I can talk Murphy into letting him go.”

You followed Raven underneath the drop ship, making sure to be quiet.

Raven went to the circuits, trying to find a way to shut the lights off while you tried to find a way into the drop ship.

“You let people wrap a rope around my neck, while you kicked the barrel from underneath my feet,” Murphy said. “You almost killed me.”

“No, I didn’t,” Bellamy said, anger lining his voice. “You were an asshole to everyone-”

“So were you, Blake!” Murphy cut him off. “What happened to ‘we do whatever the hell we want whenever the hell we want’?”

“That expired the day Grounders put a bounty on every single head in this camp.” 

“On everyone’s head or her head?” Murphy asked.

You stopped in your tracks, listening closer.

“John-”

“No, Bellamy, I see the way you look at her, you’re in love with her,” Murphy said, shuffling around. “The thing is, when I’m done, she won’t have you anymore.”

You jumped up, going through a small tunnel in the drop ship but your foot slipped and you fell against the metal with a loud clang.

“Ah, that must be her now.” Murphy said before letting out a series of gunfire, hitting everywhere around you in the small tunnel.

One got you in the shoulder, making you groan out in pain.

“Got her!”

“Murphy! Listen, you’re problem is with me, not her, kill me,” Bellamy said as you started to climb again. “Me, not her.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I plan to kill you anyway.” Murphy said before you hear a loud clanking and then silence.

You came out of a hole underneath the floor, sending a few bullets in the way of Murphy but he jumped out a window, running towards the woods.

You turned around, seeing Bellamy hanging from the ceiling, not moving. You pulled the knife from your belt, quickly cutting him down.

You softly set him on the floor, on your knees beside his not moving body.

“Bellamy?” you whispered softly, your shaking hands hovering over his face. “Bell?”

His eyes shot open and he breathed in deeply before looking at you. “Y/n?”

“Hey, Bell.” You smiled against your tears, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. 

“I thought you were dead.” He breathed into your neck, his arms wrapping around you.

“I thought you were dead.” You chuckled, pulling back and swiftly pressing your lips against his.

He kissed back, his lips working against yours. 

“I love you.” He blurted as he moved a piece of hair from your face.

“I love you too, Bell.” You smiled, kissing him again.

Divided: Part 21

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: Angst, blood, violence 

Word Count: 3160

Summary: You and T’Challa arrive in Siberia to find your teammates already engaged in combat.

Authors Note:  As I updated a week or two ago, I have been going through a lot of difficulties lately, and having a bit of a rough time with it. Because of this my free time and my writing ability has suffered. A lot of the reason that this has taken so long is because I suffered a lot of anxiety about returning and being good enough after taking such a hiatus. But this is my attempt to get back in the game, so hopefully you enjoy it <3  I always love hearing from you all, so drop a line with thoughts or predictions!  Tagging is open, just ask, if you are on my tag list and your username has changed PLEASE let me know!

Divided: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 


Your legs twitch nervously as T’Challa’s fingers flick at the controls, landing his plane smoothly on the ground. Within an instant, you unclasp your buckle and rise to your feet, your breath catching in your chest as you spot Steve and Bucky’s stolen quinjet a few yards ahead.

You hurry towards the weapons lining the side wall of the plane as T’Challa moves quickly beside you, his hand catching your wrist as you reach for one of the many knives.

“Relax your Highness,” You roll your eyes as you attempt to twist out of his grip, his hand holding firm, “I’m not grabbing for you… whether I like it or not, you and I are on the same side now.” You huff as he releases you, shaking his head slowly.

“Oh no… you are staying here, young one.” His low voice instructs you, a veiled threat present in his tone. “I will be retrieving Barnes on my own, I do not need you interfering again to save your boyfriend.”  

You breathe slowly, trying to curb your frustration as the clock ticks onwards, precious seconds being wasted in an argument. For all you know, the assassins could have already killed your friends and escaped.

“Look. I get it. You don’t trust me. But right now we are up against a much larger danger. You think my ‘boyfriend’ is a threat? Inside these walls there are 5 super assassins that my team is going up against. We are drastically outmatched, but at least if you bring me along we don’t have to be outnumbered.” You speak quickly, the exasperation in your tone making your agitation clear as your foot taps in annoyance, every second wasted allowing more room for loss.

T’Challa stands for a moment, considering you, “Very well, suit up.” You heed his words, hurriedly selecting your weapons as you replenish the holsters of your tactical suit. He places his helmet on as he moves towards the back of the plane, firmly hitting a button to descend the ramp.

You follow swiftly after him, your legs twinging painfully at the speed of your movement, you hurriedly hide your wince of pain as you fall into step beside T’Challa, your footfalls muffled by the soft snow beneath your boots.

You slowly approach the steel doors that had been left ajar by the previous visitors. Suddenly T’Challa’s plane exudes a large amount of exhaust, the unexpected sound causing you to whip around, your defenses trained for enemy fire.

In a moment, T’Challa had sped from your side, moving swiftly towards the steel doors, bending them solidly shut behind him as the lock clicks into place, leaving you barred on the outside.

“HEY!” You shriek, your fist beating angrily against the cold, rusted steel. “T’Challa! You idoit! What the fuck are you doing?”

“I am sorry young scorpion, but I believe I am doing what is right, I cannot have you interfering.” His words fall swiftly through the door as they fade.

Your hands beat harshly against the metal, willing it to buckle beneath your fervent fists as a slew of profanities tear from your lips.

You stare at your blocked entrance through frustrated tears. Taking a few deep breaths, looking around quickly, seeking any indication of an alternative way in.

Escape hatch. You think fleetingly, beginning to climb up the snow mound by the side of the door, seeking to get on top of the fortress.

With so much underground they would need alternative ways out. I just have to find one… Your foot slips slightly as you scale the wall, using your knives to push hand holds into the firm snow. After a bit of difficulty, you pull yourself to the top, seeing a handful of large launching pads dispersed throughout the flat roof, but no clear manholes.

You move tentatively, unsure of your footing or what defenses may be present. Suddenly the ground shakes beneath you, causing you to crouch down, steadying your balance on the slippery snow, the deafening sound of an explosion below causing your heart to pound fervently.

Suddenly you see something in the distance, a man in a long black jacket emerging from the white ground. You react quickly as he begins to run.

“Hey!” you yell, moving hastily on his tail. But your attention is briefly diverted as the ground shakes once more, causing you to lose your footing, sending you sliding to your knees, stopping only feet from a large launch hatch that was suddenly opening.

Frantically rising to your feet, you dodge the snow debris falling from the door of the hatch. As it opens you can hear the sound of yelling faintly over the whine of the metal gears.

Without thinking you begin running towards the large hole, stopping short as you gaze down the maze of grates lining the wall. You watch as a large dark figure jumps across from grate to grate, his metal arm catching himself as he pulls his body up onto the platform.

Without a moment of hesitation, you scamper down the ladder, not thinking of anything else but reaching Bucky. Jumping from the middle rung, you hit the platform firmly, allowing your knees to bend as you absorb the shock of the landing.

Hurriedly turning around, you see Stark collide forcefully with Bucky, sending him sprawling backwards onto a lower platform. “BUCKY!” You scream, looking down on him, running hurriedly along the wall of platforms as you try to get to him.

“Stark Stop!!” You plead as Bucky looks up to you, leaving himself vulnerable for a moment,

“Scorpion, this is your final warning, stay out of it.” You gasp as Stark takes the cheap shot, sending a blast straight at Bucky. Steve appears just in time, placing his shield up in front of Bucky as the shot reverberates back at Stark, knocking him against the opposing wall.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky yells up to you, fear and joy warring for dominance across his features as he moves quickly from Steve, climbing the walls and platforms, ascending to you.

You kneel down, watching him climb up to you as Stark rises to his feet once more, resuming his pursuit. “Watch out!” You yell, attempting to give a warning, but Steve reacts first, wrapping a thin wire around Starks neck as he jumps towards the ground, dragging Tony with him.

Your attention switches quickly back to Bucky, speaking words of encouragement as you watch him make large and dangerous jumps, every moment coming closer to you. “Come on!” You shout as you hear Cap’s shield clatter to the ground, just as Bucky makes a particularly risky jump to the platform you are kneeling on.

His fingers dig into the grate as he hangs below, you frantically fumble your hands along his back helping to pull him up. Within an instant you are both on your feet and frantically climbing, hopping the few more platforms to the ladder.

He begins to climb ahead of you, both of you frantically scaling the rungs with speed. You scream as the hinge abruptly explodes beside you, Stark’s missile coming in firm contact as the door groans, collapsing downwards.

You drop down hurriedly, ducking into the shelter of the ladder as Bucky jumps to the opposite wall, both of you narrowly avoiding debris from the blast.

“Y/N!” You hear him cry out in concern as you shift into a crouched position, coming into eye contact as you both realize that you are trapped.

Stark rises swiftly between you, going after Bucky as he ferociously swings a large pipe from the debris. Your hands scramble hurriedly around you, reaching for fragmented bits of concreate as you begin to send a barrage of flying objects at Stark.

But to no avail, Stark moves swiftly, locking his arms around Bucky’s neck before speaking clearly to him as you scream, pleading with Tony to release him. “Do you even remember them?” He asks forcefully.

You fall into silence as you watch Bucky’s face, pain and regret flashing across his features. “I remember all of them.” He speaks slowly, struggling to breathe as Tony’s metal limbs wrap around him.

“Tony please.” You beg, tears falling from your eyes once again. “No!” You scream, as Stark flies down taking Bucky with him. You jump without thinking, adrenaline pulsing through you as you fling yourself at Stark’s back, wrapping your limbs around him and clinging on for dear life as the three of you fall down the shaft.

“Y/N!” Steve yells as he jumps across, catching you around the waist, causing you to dislodge and slam back against the wall, coming to rest painfully on a platform, gasping for air at the impact.

Bucky, Tony, and Steve fall quickly, the force of Steve’s contact causing their bodies to ricochet against the wall, sending Bucky flying to a platform a few floors beneath you. Groaning, you roll onto your stomach, pushing yourself to all fours as you look down at Bucky, breathing with a sigh of relief as you see him moving.

He makes eye contact with you, as you nod, reassuring him that you are alright. You rise hurriedly, dropping down each platform, silently working your way towards him. He quickly rises to all fours as he looks down at Steve.

“This isn’t going to change what happened.” Steve’s soft voice reverberates up the shaft, echoing in the cavern.

“I don’t care.” Tony says firmly, standing in opposition to Steve. “He killed me mom.” You gasp audibly as Stark flies forward at Steve, Bucky’s eyes connecting with yours as you drop to the platform next to him, taking a large jump onto the one he was standing on.

His arms wrap firmly around you, catching your momentum as you wince painfully at the impact on your abused legs. “I…” He whispers, the tentative tone of an excuse coming.

“Not now love.” You whisper placing a sharp kiss to his lips to let him know where your head was. “I know.” Your fingers quickly ghost over his jaw as you move to the adjacent platform, retrieving Steve’s shield as you move down towards your Captain.

“No,” Bucky says firmly, pulling the shield out of your hands as you both scramble downwards, “You’re hurt enough. Please stay out of harm’s way. I’ll protect him… Old habits die hard I guess.” He shrugs sheepishly as he turns from you.

Before you can argue, Bucky jumps the last few feet to the battle below, raising the shield high above his head as he brings the edge crashing down into Stark’s back. Stark responds immediately sending a blast that reflects off the shield and comes flying up towards you as you narrowly dodge it.

You watch from a safe distance as Bucky throws the shield back to Steve, knowing full well that you would be more of a nuisance at this time, with your weakened state and the ineffectiveness of your weapons against Stark’s iron shield.

You watch helplessly as the two super soldiers take on their friend, working seamlessly to double team him and drop him quickly to his knees.

As elated as you want to feel at them grabbing the upper hand, the constant twinge of heartbreak still tears through your body as you remember who is in the suit.

Then suddenly the hand shifts, Steve catches a blast to the stomach and is thrown backwards, leaving Bucky to take on Stark alone. You cannot stand idly by as he takes hit after hit, you move quickly descending to the main area as Bucky regains the upper hand, ferociously slamming Stark against the wall, his metal hand digging into the core of Tony’s suit.

You stop in your hurried movements, frozen as you rush forward, watching the animalistic tendency taking over the man you love. The hardened heart of the beaten and broken assassin burning through.

“Bucky! Bucky stop!” You cry, but he cannot hear you, his own savage scream drowning out your plea. With a sudden blast of light, he is thrown backwards, coming to land harshly on his knee, his eyes wide with shock as his gaze falls on the smoking exposed wires where his metal arm just was.

You move quickly, stepping between Stark and him as Stark raises his hand once again. “Move!” Tony hollers at you, but you stand firmly blocking his path to Bucky as he tries to aim around you. You rush forward your hands reaching for the blaster on his palm as you try to deflect him.

“Tony! Tony, stop! Please! STOP!” You plead rapidly, as you try to block him, “MOVE!” He screams once more trying to push you aside, but you hold on tighter, refusing to step aside.

With one quick motion, Stark’s arm sweeps against your waist, catching you painfully right along the ribs as the strength of his blow sends you flying back against the ramp. You hit the concreate painfully, your head smacking forcefully to the ground as you roll down to lie at the base of the ramp.

Your vision is blurry as you see Bucky fly forward once more, Starks blast coming into contact with him. You fight against the swimming sensation in your brain, you try helplessly to rise to your knees once more, as Steve rushes forward, his shield deflecting the oncoming blasts from Tony, protecting Bucky once again, sending light deflecting throughout the enclosure.

Your vision blurs again as Steve engages Tony in combat, your eyes scan roughly along the ground, spotting Bucky, seemingly unconscious, a few feet from you. You fight to get to your knees again, but your consciousness is swimming in and out. You close your eyes as your bloodied cheek presses to the cool concrete.

“He’s my friend.” You hear Steve’s plea, drifting to your deafening ears as if in a distant room. “So was I.” Tony responds, his voice becoming clearer as you force your eyes open again, seeing Tony slam hit after hit into your Captain’s face as Bucky stirs slowly behind him.

You raise your head as Stark grabs Steve by his straps, throwing him roughly against a pillar, “Stay down. Final warning.” Stark snarls, standing threatening in front of Steve.

You watch as your Captain struggles to his feet, falling roughly back into fighting stance. His perseverance inspiring you once more as you press your palms firmly to the ground and push back onto your knees, yelping quietly when a sharp pain stings your side as you breathe.

“I could do this all day.” Steve breathes heavily, raising his fists once more as your vision swims again, your hands gripping harshly at the floor as the world seems to move around you. You know you have pushed your body to its limits, and unlike the super soldiers surrounding you, you were unable to recover so quickly.

You watch helpless as Stark prepares another blast for Steve, but Bucky moves instinctively, grabbing at Starks ankle and subsequently receiving a sharp kick to the face as he falls backwards to the ground.

If nothing else had been able to force clarity back into your head, the site of the blood trickling from Bucky’s face had done the trick. You moved quickly, ignoring the intense pain in your side with every breath or movement.

You grit your teeth as your body threatens to lose consciousness. In the moment that Stark was distracted by your and Bucky’s sudden movements, Steve is able to step forward and gain the upper hand, raising the iron man high above his head before throwing him forcefully against a pillar.

Steve moves on top of Tony trapping him down, as you hurry over to Bucky, touching his face softly as his eyes try to focus on you. “Come on, baby. Buck. Bucky! We have to get you out of here, come on, come on!” You whisper fervently your pleas falling on deaf ears.

His remaining hand rises up to meet your face, his warm fingers wiping at the sticky blood dribbling down your cheek. You press into his touch as your tears mix with the dirt and blood, creating clear tracks down your cheek.

You turn your attention to Steve, knowing that you did not have the strength to move Bucky on your own.

Your Captain had retained the upper hand, but with each hit the ferocity of his movements were mimicking Bucky’s lack of control, with each contact he was chipping away at what had always made him your Captain.

“Captain,” You call out, allowing Bucky’s hand to drop from your face as you rise with difficulty to your feet. Steve continues in his abusive, repetitive action, ramming the shield with malice into Starks mask, exposing Tony’s fearful face as he raises the shield once more.

“Steve!” You yell, your hand coming in contact with his shoulder as he looks up at you, his eyes black and wild with desperation. With a final growl, he crashes the shield into Tony’s chest, falling sideways off him as you all remain still for a moment, shocked by the deterioration of what was once a team.

“Tony… I…” You whisper regretfully as you extend a hand to Steve, pulling him roughly to his feet as you stagger on your own. Tony closes his eyes and turns away from you, small tears seeping from the corners of his eyes. He rolls onto his side as Steve steps beside you retrieving his shield and wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you on your feet, before he moves past you to pull Bucky to his.

“Tony… I’m so sorry.” You whisper as you kneel beside him, reaching for his shoulder and helping to pull him into a more upright position. His eyes connect with yours, his expression softening slightly as he looks at your tear stained cheeks. Tear tracks having carved pathways in the fresh blood painted along the side of your face, as bruises quickly formed beneath your skin.

“I never wanted you to get hurt.” He whispers, his gaze falling from you once again as he falls back on his arm. “I…”

“Y/N.” Steve speaks firmly. Stark’s gaze rises to Steve once more, as he stands there looking coldly down at him, supporting Bucky by his side.

“That shield doesn’t belong to you.” Stark spits, as you rise hesitantly to your feet, retreating over to Steve and Bucky as you loop your arm around Bucky’s waist to help him. Steve turns you all away as Tony bellows after him, “You don’t deserve it. My father made that shield!”

Steve stops, causing Bucky to stumble beside you. You glance to your Captain, seeing that the clear blue of his eyes had returned as he looks ahead in sadness. With a deep sigh, he drops the shield beside him, the clatter of the metal providing a finality to the confrontation, as if a door had sealed shut.


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CS FF: Second Chances

Summary: Killian comes clean to Emma and David.  He then gets a second chance at proposing to Emma the right way.

Rating: G

Note: So I was less than pleased with the way that proposal went down.   I’m hoping they right their wrong in the next couple of episodes.  But, until then, this is how I would like for it to go.   Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Second Chances: Part 1/1…

Emma woke up with a smile on her face.  Her eyes slowly fluttered open and landed on her engagement ring, the sun making the diamond sparkle.  She turned over, anxious to welcome her fiancé to a new day.  To the beginning of their lives together.  The smile slid from Emma’s lips as her gaze landed on his empty spot beside her. She ran her hand along the imprint of his form, finding it cold.  

Emma got out of bed and made her way downstairs.  She found Killian sitting at the kitchen table. The smile reappeared on her lips as she came up behind him, wrapping her arms around him and settling her chin on his shoulder.

“I was hoping to wake up next to my new fiancé today,” she said, kissing his neck.

Killian squeezed his eyes closed.

“Apologies, love.  I had difficulty sleeping.”

“I have trouble sleeping when I’m excited too.”

Emma sat down next to him and his eyes moved to her engagement ring.  He had been so excited to give it to her, but it wasn’t supposed to happen like it did.  He didn’t want to begin their life together with this terrible secret between them. He knew he could very well lose her for good, but it was a risk he knew he had to take.

Killian swallowed roughly as he met her eyes.

“Emma, there’s something I need to tell you,” he said.

This time, Emma didn’t miss the conflicted and upset look in his eyes. She took his hand in hers.  

“Whatever it is, just tell me.  We’ll get through it together, like we always do.”

His tongue lashed at his lips. “I-

Just then, Emma’s cell phone rang.  She picked it up off the table, sighing heavily.  "Sorry, it’s my dad.”

Killian blew out a breath as she answered the phone.

“Hi, Dad.  What’s going on?”  Emma let out a groan as she listened to her father.  "Okay, I’ll be right there.“

She hung up the phone and met Killian’s eyes.

"Everything okay, love?”

“The Evil Queen is back.”

“Well, that certainly can’t be good.”

Emma shook her head. “Nope.” She paused, eyeing him.  "I’m sorry, but I really have to get down to the station.  Can we talk about this tonight?“

Killian nodded, simultaneously relieved for the reprieve and terrified that he wouldn’t gain the courage he needed to tell her a third time.

"Of course, love,” he said.

“Great,” she replied, placing a kiss on his lips.  She pulled back and met his eyes, as she squeezed his hand. “And Killian?  Don’t worry.  There’s nothing you could ever say to me that would make me not want to marry you or love you any less.”

Killian managed a weak smile, but no response, as she released his hand and headed to the stairs. He could only hope that was true.

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I Think I Was Meant To Be Next To You

Pairing: Jeremy Heere/ Michael Mell

Words: 2.449

Summary: “I really like you. In a “I want to hold your hand and your dick sometimes” kind of way.”

(Michael takes Jeremy to see the sunrise on the beach)

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Anger - Tom Wilson (smut)

A/N: Sooooo, this is my first smut ever, so don’t kill me if it isn’t good. I don’t know why I chose Tommy, but he was the first one to come to my mind when I thought about writing a smut imagine.

Word count: 2355

Warnings: VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. Above the cut you are safe. Mentions of alcohol. Fighting. Swearing.

Originally posted by bulletproofwhale

I glance at the clock on the kitchen wall and sigh, unlocking my phone to check if he has texted me and I haven’t seen it. No, he hasn’t. He should’ve got here an hour and a half ago and I’m worried, what if something has happened to him? I’m not the controlling type of girlfriend, but I decide to text him and check if everything is ok.

“Hey, you ok?” The moment I send it I feel rather stupid.

Hey doll. Yeah Im fine, y?” He texts back and I let out the air I didn’t realize I was holding.

You should’ve been here by now” I tell him, knowing that I look like an obsessive girl and he is probably laughing about it.

Im at Burra’s” And I don’t answer back.

Any other day I’d have been ok with him spending time with his friends, but not today. Today is our anniversary and he has forgotten. I’ve spent days preparing our Anniversary dinner and his present, and he has forgotten all about it. I look at down at my body, feeling quite embarrassed since I’m only wearing a set of lingerie I’ve bought for tonight and high heels, what was I thinking? My eyes keep traveling through the kitchen; the table is set and the candles burning, the lasagna is untouched and the wine on ice. I’m so fucking stupid. I walk towards the table and blow off the candles while grabbing the bottle of wine and taking a long ship from it.

We haven’t been fine for a while. Actually, I haven’t been fine for a while. The day he asked me to move in with him I almost bursted out of happiness, but moving to Washington has been the beginning of everything going south. I’m not saying he doesn’t love me, I’m sure he does, but we don’t really spend much time together. I knew what he does for living when we started dating, I knew he was going to be busy and travel a lot, but I was expecting a little more time for just us, not us and the guys. Right now I just want to drink my feelings away and so I do, drinking the whole bottle of wine.

“You know what, Tom?” I say, holding the empty bottle in my hand and walking to the kitchen “Fuck you. Fuck your I love yous. Fuck your excuses. Fuck your guys nights. Fuck your move in with me” and I hit the kitchen counter with the bottle, breaking it into a million pieces.

I’m out of control at this point, throwing around the glasses and plates from the table, grabbing framed pictures of us and breaking them, the cushions from the couch flying everywhere, his xbox controllers are now going for a swim in the jug of water… and when I’ve trashed the place I realize that doing it hasn’t made me feel any better and my arms and legs are covered in bruises and cuts from the pieces of glass. I need to calm down so I grab my coat from the entry closet and walk out, going for a walk in the middle of the night, drunk and wearing a set of lingerie, stockings, heels and my coat; probably not the smartest idea I’ve had. It is cold outside and that cools my anger down considerably, I now regret trashing his house. I walk for what it seems hours and I’m frozen and my feet ache when I get back to the building, the doorman nodding at me and I give him a shy smile, I probably look like a mess.

When I walk in the pent house Tom is standing in the middle of the living room, hands on his hips and radiating anger.

“What the actual fuck, (y/n)?” he yells and I flinch a little before my own anger makes me brave.

“What, Tom? WHAT?” I answer back, my voice as loud as his.

“When have you become such a needy bitch, huh?” He asks. Ouch, that stings.

“Me? Needy?” I laugh at him “When have I ever been needy? How many times I have stayed here alone while you went out with your friends? How many times have you stood me up and I haven’t even said a thing?”

“YOU HAVE TRASHED MY FUCKING PLACE, (Y/N)”

“SO NOW IT IS YOUR PLACE? SO MUCH FOR PLEASE COME LIVE WITH ME” I scream and I know we are gonna be in trouble with the neighbors “YOU SHOULD’VE TOLD ME THAT I WAS YOUR FUCKING GUEST”

“DON’T TURN THIS AROUND. YOU ARE THE ONE WHO HAS DONE THIS”

“BECAUSE YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN OUR FUCKING ANNIVERSARY, YOU ASSHOLE” and I break down, tears streaming down my face and onto my coat.

I look up and his red with anger face is now milky white, his brain running through his calendar. Hit and sunk, Wilson, hit and sunk. His eyes soften and I can see the guilt on his face, looking around and connecting the dots together, the wine, the food on the floor, the glasses, the candles…

“(y/n)… I’m…” I cut him before he can finish the sentence.

“Don’t say you are sorry, please” I whisper and I kick out my heels on an attempt of being more stable since my knees feel like they are going to give in at any second.

“Don’t do that” Tom says, pretty much running to me and holding me so my feet don’t touch the floor “there are pieces of glass everywhere…” and I bury my face on his neck as he walks upstairs to our bedroom.

When he walks in and stops death on his tracks I remember that I had left strawberries and champagne in the room for what was supposed to be a romantic night.

“God, I’m an idiot” he murmurs to himself but I hear him.

“That you are” I agree and he moves me in his arms so now I have to look at him. I want to hide my face but he doesn’t let me.

“I mean it, (y/n). I am so sorry” he tells me and I believe him, but it’s gonna take a little more than that for me to forgive him. “I took you from granted and I haven’t realized how lucky I am for having you until tonight. I love you, I really do”

His words melt my anger and I just nod, kissing him on the cheek while he wraps his arms around me and hugs me tight.

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Day 3, Confessions

Okay first off, I am the actual worst at getting prompts done on time. Work has been crazy. So today, I’m going to try and get some of the stuff done that I’ve been putting off. ( @softkent)



“Chow, you don’t understand, everyone saw it!” Dex flopped backwards onto Chowder’s bed and draped his arm over his eyes. “I can never set foot in that class again, and I need it to graduate!”

Chowder awkwardly patted his arm. “It can’t be that bad Dex, everyone has a bad presentation at some point. They’ll forget about it.”

“No, the presentation was going great, but I forgot I had been playing around with the program and-” his face went scarlet. “They saw something I had been messing around with.”

“Still, it can’t be that bad,” Chowder said.

“My life is over,” Dex dramatically flopped onto his stomach and pulled one of Chowder’s stuffed sharks over his head. “Just pull out my laptop, you’ll see it. The program’s still open.” His voice was muffled under the shark but Chowder could still hear how defeated he sounded.

Chowder patted his shoulder and snagged Dex’s laptop from his bag. Opening it, he saw exactly what Dex was talking about. “Oh.”

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A night on the town, part 1


Pairing: McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 1487 (a little longer than I planned)

Warning: Brief mention of sex



Maggie waved her hand in front of your face as you stared aimlessly at the screen before you.  “Earth to [Y/N].  You alive in there, girl?”  The movement startled you, as somehow you had not heard her walk into your office.

“Umm yeah, Maggie. What are you doing here?”  You straightened yourself up in your chair and pulled on the lapel of your lab coat in an attempt to look like you weren’t half-asleep with boredom.  She put her hands on her hips on her hips with that mother hen look she often got with you.

“You need a break. All these patients and boring files are going to melt that big brain.  Come on we are going out tonight.  Dancing, a few drinks, then we can walk home looking at all the pretty lights of York Town.  I promise I won’t try to pawn you off on some random stranger.  Even though you do need to get laid sometime this century.” Shaking your head, you stood up walking around your desk.  

“Let’s not talk about that. The last time was horrible and I have no desire to repeat it.”  Maggie looked like she was going to stomp her foot.

“That is what I am saying! We go out have fun and go home a little tipsy and tired.  No pressure for anything more.  What could go wrong?”  Your brow rose in her direction.

“I can’t believe you just said that.  Something awful is going to happen now.  I will blame you if I end up here with a broken anything.”  She laughed as she jumped up and down.  

“Oh we are going to have so much fun.  Come on Doctor Boring I have a dress that will look perfect on you.”  Grabbing your hand, she dragged you through the door of your office past your commanding officer, who eyed the two of you warily.

“I probably do not want to know.  I need you in one piece for your next shift Doctor [Y/L/N].”  Your cheeks flushed.  Doctor Baush had seen you arrive many a time, for your shifts, hung-over after nights out with Maggie.

“Yes sir.  I will be here, I promise.  I have never missed a shift.”  The man nodded once then went back to his PADD.  She dragged you all the way back to her assigned quarters. Refusing to let you go home because she knew you would probably back out if given the chance.  The dress she handed you was better than you had imagined. It was not trashy or revealing. The knee length dress, had a light skirt that twirled when you moved.  It was a pretty aqua number with a black sash at the waist that accentuated your hips. You had to give it to Maggie she knew what you liked.  She pulled your hair up in a pretty and easy bun then just put a little flair of makeup around your eyes.  That was the reason she had become one of your closest friends.  She knew when to push you but never pushed too far.

The two of you walked arm in arm towards the busy central commercial streets of Yorktown.  Laughing and talking as you made your way through the crowds.

“Well, there must be shore leave.  Look at all uniforms out tonight.  Too bad we aren’t looking for some sexy Commander for you.” Maggie wiggled her eyebrows at you.  You could only laugh and pinch her arm gently.  

“Come on you promised me dancing and a few drinks.”  You pulled her into one of the lesser crowded bars.  Lesser, being it was still packed but there was not a line around the corner to get in.  A few shots for the both of you before you ended up on the dance floor for a few hours. While you were not drunk, your body felt warm and you had that normal pink tinge to your cheeks that happened just before you reached that point.  That was your cue to cease the drinking.  It felt awful waking up in the morning with a hangover.  So you quit while you were ahead.  You looked around for a few minutes for Maggie before finding her leaning back against a wall talking to some tall redheaded man.  They looked to be in deep conversation so you made your way back to the bar.  Just before breaking through the wall of people, someone tapped your shoulder.  As you turned, all you could see were startling blue eyes and a mess of blond hair.

“Hello, beautiful. Want to dance?”  The words were slightly slurred and he did not seem all together stable on his feet.    

“Oh no, pretty boy.  I am getting some water and taking a seat. My feet are killing me.”  You walked off leaving the surprised man in your wake.  Thankfully, one seat at the bar was open between everyone trying to cram into the small space.  As you sipped on your water, you turned back looking at the crowd and sighed.  This was not your scene.  It was getting to be too much.

“How come you aren’t out there dancing with that guy?” A voice asked from next to you.  Looking over you found a dark head of hair and a half smile looking into his liquor glass.

“Oh you mean the pretty boy? Umm no.  He is drunk and I don’t do the whole sleeping with a random stranger thing.  I really don’t need to wake up with some form of the clap either.  The hypos for that are not fun.”  The man choked then spit out his drink.  Raising a brow at him.  “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.  Yes, I’m fine.  Just uhh, the drink went down the wrong pipe there.”  You knew it was a lie but he was smiling wide now.  He looked handsome with that smile too.  “May I ask you a question?” You nodded at him, interested to see what the question was.  “Why are you in a place like this with people like this?  It’s a bar and people come to bars to drink and make fools of themselves.  You don’t seem like someone who would come here to do that.”

“Well that wasn’t what I was expecting.  But, I’m here because I needed a break in the monotony.  I’ve been bored and needed a bit of drinking and dancing.  Not looking for my soul mate or anything.  Just something letting me know I am still alive. You ever feel like that?”  The man sat up straighter on his stool looking at you in a way that made your cheeks flush more than they already were.  It wasn’t rudely, just searching deeper.

“Darlin’ you have no idea. I’m Leonard, by the way.”  He held his hand out.  You shook it with a dip of your head.  

“[Y/N].  Want to go outside, and talk?  This place feels like it is closing in.”  Leonard smiled again, setting a credit chip on the counter.  

“Lead the way.”  You couldn’t help but grin at him.  After a moment to let Maggie know where you would be, you walked out towards a bench that looked over the lights of Yorktown. The two of you talked for hours. Finding it funny how much you had in common.  You had attended the academy just two classes behind him and each of you had heard the others names in passing.  Leonard had even read your report on Xenobiological sampling; published last year.  There had always been rumors about the grumpy southern doctor in the medical circles you knew.  However, he laughed and smiled easily with you.  Before you both knew it, the sun was coming up.

“I can’t believe it. We have been talking for six hours. The time just flew.”  You stood up realized how stiff your body was from sitting for so long.  

“Me either.  But it was wonderful.  After I get some sleep today, would you have dinner with me?  I want to see you again.”  Leonard had been holding your hand for the past few hours and now he gave it a quick squeeze.  The hopeful look on his face made your heart melt.

“I want to see you too. I will meet you here at 1900.  You better not be late, Leonard.”  You leaned up on your toes and kissed him lightly on the lips.

“No ma’am.  I will be right here waiting.  1900 hours.”  He said quietly as he looked down at you.  You fought the urge to kiss him again.  It would end with you unable to pull away.  You already knew it.  Leonard stood there watching you as you walked off towards your home.  The feeling of his eyes on your back did not leave until you turned the corner.  Your heart was pounding in your chest.  Your mind moving at a million light years a second.

“I need to see that man again.”


part 2

Stay With Me- Bucky Oneshot

Characters: Bucky X reader
Rating: Pg-13
Warning: none really
Word Count: 1200+ -_- I didn’t expect it to be this long and probably got sloppy around the end sorry

AN: This is my first drabble in a looooooong time, so sorry if it’s shitty. 


I woke up to an empty, dark room. After glancing at my alarm clock beside my bed and noticing it was 2:30 in the morning, I knew I wasn’t waking up due to being fully rested…something had woke me up. Someone actually. My ears pricked as I strained to hear where my intruder was, if they were aware that I was awake. I reached under my pillow, trying my best to move silently. Gripping my steel, throwing dagger.

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The Grayson Dolan Special (G.D)

Summary: You and your friends are going to a 4OU show. You decide to go get your hair done, and you end up getting more then just highlights. ;)

A/N: This is for @cassmoreiraxo. She had a dream about getting her hair done by Mrs. Dolan, so hopefully I did it justice! Hope you like it babe 😘
(Also the prices I used in this are actually real. Mrs. Dolan does charge $120 for a women’s cut… Guys I’m not kidding…)

Word Count: 4290 (I know its a lot. I had no self control I’m sorry!) 

Warnings: Some cursing.

Originally posted by teenvogue

After a whole 3 months of saving up my tip money from work, I was finally here in Morristown, New Jersey, with my friends Angie, Aisha, Miranda, and Maddi. We were all going to see the Dolan Twins tonight at their first show in Freehold, New Jersey. I woke up in our hotel room super excited, because tonight was the night of the show. I heard light snores coming from Maddi who was laying next to me in our shared bed. I looked around the room, and all the girls were still sleeping. I chuckled lightly to myself remembering how we were all up late last night helping Miranda come up with ideas for her imagines, and talking bout how excited we were to meet the boys. I didn’t realize how early it was until I checked my phone. It was only 7 in the morning, and here I am wide awake. I knew there was no point in going back to sleep because I was already up, so I decided to go take a shower. 

 I got out of the shower, grabbed a clean towel off the rack and wrapped up my hair. I dried myself off, and started putting on my clothes. I kept my outfit simple, because I wasn’t going to be dressing up till later tonight for the show. I put on my Adidas sweats, and a plain white crop top. I removed the towel from my hair, and began to blow dry my hair until it was completely dry. I starred at my reflection in the mirror and I was really annoyed with the way my hair was looking. It looked so dry and lifeless. I was clearly in need of a touch up because my roots were starting to grow out. Not to mention my split ends, and faded out highlights. I cursed myself thinking about how I should’ve just did my hair like the girls told me too, back home before we all left for this trip. I didn’t want to go anywhere with my hair looking like this. I do hair for a living, how does that look when a hair dresser can’t even keep up with her own hair? I pulled out my phone, and started googling some hair salons around the area. I’m really picky about who does my hair, since I usually do my own. I scrolled pass a few salons but none of them seem to catch my eye, until my thumb landed on a salon called Bloom. I saw that it had a 5 star rating, so I immediately  clicked on the website. I was scrolling through the website and the pictures of all the hairstyles, and hair cuts looked amazing. I quickly noticed the prices and started to cringe a little bit. A women’s hair cut was about $120, and to touch up my roots where close to $97. In total of everything that I wanted done it would all come out to almost $400! “WHAT THE ACTUAL F….” I started to yelled, but I cut myself off remembering that my friends were still asleep. I popped my head out of the bathroom door to make sure I didn’t wake anyone.

 "What the hell are you doing? It’s like 8:30 in the morning?” Angie asked which startled me a little. She gave me a questioning look. “I think I’m going to go get my hair done. It looks pretty gross. Want to come with me?” I asked hoping that she would, I didn’t wanna go alone especially in a new place I’ve never even been too before. “It’s 8:30 in the morning and you want to go get your hair done? Yeah have fun, I’m going to sleep. Wake us up when you come back.” She said as pulled the covers over her head. “But I-” I tried to speak, but Angie cut me off with her fake snores. I rolled my eyes, and went to grab my Adidas Superstars and quickly slipped them on. I grabbed my purse, my phone charger, the keys to our rental car, and the room key, before leaving the hotel room. I walked down to the lobby, and out into the parking lot to our car that we rented for the weekend. I got in the car, and pulled the address of the salon up on my phone. The salon was only 15 minutes away, so hopefully by the time I get there they’ll already be open. 

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 I pull up to the salon and I was surprised by how big it looked. The building was painted a nice cool tone gray, with huge windows, making the building look very modern. The open sign was lit up, signaling that they were open. I got out of the car, and started making my way inside the salon. I stepped inside, and my jaw dropped. It was beautiful! The outside was big, but the inside was even bigger! The walls of the lobby area were covered in a rustic yellow paint, making it match the gray wooden furniture. The hair stations had black and gray painted walls, with gold chairs, and a huge vanity mirror at every station. I stood there in awe, taking in everything. I’ve never seen a hair salon so beautiful. “Good morning, can I help you? the receptionist asked, which caught me off guard. “Uh yes.” “I was wondering if I could possibly get my roots touched up, my highlights redone, and maybe a trim?” I asked as I was looking at the pictures of hair models on the wall. “Do you have an appointment?” the receptionist asked looking back down at her appointment book. “No, I actually found you guys online, and decided to stop by because my hair could really use some help.” I said messing up my hair, causing the receptionist to let out a small laugh. 

 The receptionist took down my name, and instructed me to wait in the waiting area. I was waiting for about 10 minutes when a lady who looked like she was in her early 30s, with beautiful blonde hair that stopped a little below her shoulders, walked up to me. “Y/N?” She asked with a smile on her face. “Yes, that’s me!” I answered getting up from my seat. “I’m Rachel, if you would follow me please.” she said as she turned on her heels and walked me towards her work station. I sat down in the chair and she placed the styling cape over my body. “What did you want to do today?” she asked running a comb through my hair. “Well I was thinking of touching up my roots, touching up my highlights, and a little trim.” I said looking at my hairdresser through the mirror. She ran through the prices with me, and my jaw dropped. It was going to be $120 just for the haircut, then $97 for my touch up like the website said, but I didn’t realize how expensive my highlights would be. My highlights were going to be $177, plus the additional $160 for the blow out. “So your total for everything will come out to $554.” She said it so casually like as if it was normal for someone to spend that much on their hair. I stared at her with wide eyes, still trying to comprehend the number she just said to be. I stayed quite for a while, and decided to do it. “Fuck it, you only live once right?” I said causing her to laugh. She started to part my hair into sections, using the clips to clip back the sections of hair she wasn’t working on. 

 An hour in, and she had managed to cute my hair, and finish touching up my roots. Now all that was left, was to do my highlights, and then the blow out, and we were good to go. We had small talks here and there, avoiding any awkward silence between us. Turns out she has been doing hair for 8 years and shes been working here since they opened in 2014. “Doing anything special tonight, since you got this new look?” She asked me as she was wrapping up some strands of my hair in the foil. “Well me and some friends are going to see these boys called the Dolan Twins. They have a show in Freehold tonight. I’m pretty excited!” I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of seeing the boys in person and not in a phone or computer screen. Especially Grayson, I mean of course I loved them both, but it was just something about Grayson that just makes my heart melt. I can see my hairdresser from the mirror looking like she was getting ready to something, but she got interrupted by someone calling her name. She excused herself, and walked towards the back room. I decided to Snapchat the girls, but as expected none of them were up because none of them read my snap. I opened up my Tumblr app and began scrolling through it reading a few imagines that I came across to kill the time. I was deep into my reading, when a voice broke me out of my concentration. 

 "I’ll be taking over for Rachel, she has someone coming in for a haircut in a few. You don’t mind do you sweetie?” the lady asked. “No, not at all. I understand.” I said looking up from my phone and into the mirror. I felt my eyes bulge out of my head, and my mouth hung open. It was Lisa freaking Dolan. As in Grayson Dolan, and Ethan Dolan’s mom! She works here? I asked myself. Trying to find a logical answer for what is happening. “I’m guessing you know who I am?” she asked with a chuckle. I couldn’t find the words to speak, all I did was nod my head, still in shock. “Well welcome to Bloom. This is my salon.” she said with a smile. Now I see where the twins get their smile from. I’m currently sitting in Mrs. Dolan’s salon, and Mrs. Dolan is putting highlight in my hair. What the actual fuck is happening? I took out my phone getting ready to snap something. I flipped it over to the selfie camera, put on the flower crown filter on. I held my phone out in front of me getting a good angle of both me, and Mrs. Dolan. She noticed, and bent down so she could fit in the frame. She flashed a smile, and I quickly took the picture, sending it to the girls. They were gonna flip when they see this! I was on my phone, while Mrs. Dolan was finishing up the last section of my hair. “Rachel the boys are here!” Mrs. Dolan said causing me to look up from my phone. I was looking at myself in the mirror when two familiar figures caught my eye. 

Originally posted by justanothersanctuary

“No way!” I whispered in disbelief. I guess Mrs. Dolan heard me so she gave me a playful wink. I noticed that they were walking over towards my station, so I just went back on my phone trying to act as natural as possible. Trust me on the inside I was freaking out! They look so much taller in person, and not to mention how muscular they were. I’m guessing they just rolled out of bed, and decided to stop by because their hair was all over the place. Grayson was wearing his Adidas sweats, with a white t- shirt that hugged his arms just right. I couldn’t help but notice we were pretty much matching from head to toe. Goals or what? His hair wasn’t the usual slicked up quiff. It was fluffy, and flopping over to the side. He ran his rather large hand through his hair and that was enough to kill me! Ethan was wearing gray Nike shorts, with a black t-shirt and even with no effort he still looked beautiful. The boys both gave their mom a kiss on the cheek, and it took everything in me not to squeal at the cuteness. I saw they boys look at me so I smiled at them. “Boys, this is Y/N. It’s her first time here.” Mrs. Dolan said, introducing me to the boys. Ethan bent down and gave me a side hug since I was sitting me the salon chair making me shorter then what I was already am compared to me. “Hey Y/N, I’m Ethan, and this is my twin brother Grayson.” he said, and Grayson flashed me the most gorgeous smile revealing his pearly white teeth, and the dimples in his cheeks. “I know who you guys are. I’m actually going to see you guys tonight in Freehold with some friends.” I said, trying my hardest not to sound nervous. 

The boys and I talked for a little bit, I was telling them about the girls, and about how because of them that we all met and became friends. They were honestly the sweetest guys! The boys ended up sitting in the station next to me, and Rachel started on Ethan’s haircut. Mrs. Dolan had finish highlighting and washing my hair, now I’m walking over to the drying station to sit under the dryer. As I started to head over to the drying station I heard Ethan say ”I don’t think that’s where her eyes are Gray.” Was Grayson starring at my ass? I could feel myself blush at the thought of Grayson starring at my ass as I’m walking away. 

I sat down under the dryer, and noticed Grayson walking up taking a seat next to me. He doesn’t say anything he just hands me his phone and I see that Snapchat was opened. I pulled out my phone and opened up the app scanning his phone over my snap code. I added him back and gave him back his phone. “See you tonight.” was all he before turning around going back to Rachel’s station to finish his haircut. He started snapping me, and eventually he asked for my number and we started texting. The dryer went off signaling that my hair was done. Not longer after the dryer went off, another stylist by the name of Michelle came over and told me to follow her to her station. I sat down, and she started on my blow out. I was still texting Grayson, and everytime I looked up from my phone and would catch Grayson starring at me in the mirror with a cheeky smile plastered on his face. I couldn’t help but blush. 

I starred at myself in the mirror, super pleased with how my hair turned out. My hair was now a light brown color, with blonde highlights. The hair stylist gave me soft bouncy curls, that cascade down my back stopping a few inches above my butt. “It looks amazing!” I said, thanking the stylist. I made my way over to the receptionist desk to pay, but she just looked at me and shook her head. “It’s already been taken care of! OH! Grayson wanted me to give you these.” she said handing me a purple envelope. I turned my head around to look at Grayson who was sitting in the salon chair getting his haircut. He winked at me and a smile formed on my lips. I said bye to the receptionist as I walked out the salon, and starting walking towards the car. 

“Oh My God!” I partially screamed as I opened the envelope. I was speechless. There were 5 VIP/Meet&Greet passes for tonight’s show. My phone went off, and it was a snapchat notification. From Grayson. He sent me a snap of me walking out of the salon, and the caption read “I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave.” with the peach emoji, eyes, and the smirk. I snapped him back before plugging my phone up the aux as I headed back to the hotel. On the way back to the hotel, I stopped by Starbucks, getting some coffee for all the girls. I couldn’t wait to see the girls faces when I tell them everything that went down this morning. 

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I got out the elevator and headed towards our hotel room. I reached in my back pocket for the room key and opened the door. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” “WAKE UP!” I screamed. How are they possibly still sleeping? I tried throwing pillows, hairbrushes, and even shoes at them trying to get them to wake up. Nothing worked, all they did was groan and pull the covers to over their heads. 

“I met the twins today.” I said, and as if on queue they all darted up 

“You what?”

“You’re joking?”

“Did you dye your hair?” 

Everybody was speaking at once. “Bitch explain!” Maddi said sitting up on the bed. I told the guys about everything that happened, how I ended up finding that salon, and about how Mrs. Dolan ended up doing my hair, about the twins, everything. “You guys should check your snaps next time I send something.” I smirked taking a sip from my Starbucks drink. They watched the snap I sent them with Mrs. Dolan and I, and they all looked at me in disbelief. “Ok, but did you really spend $554 on your hair?” “I mean your hair looks really good, but $554 is a little bit over priced!” Aisha said stroking my hair. “Bitch a bit? That’s my car note!” Angie said taking a bite of her bagel. “That’s the thing though. I kind of didn’t pay….” my voice trailed off looking at the girls who all had a confused expression. “Ok, I’m confused again.” Miranda said. I giggled remembering how Grayson was sweet enough to pay for my hair. He didn’t have to do that, but it was sweet. I was bought back from my thoughts with the girls all yelling at me, asking to tell them what happened. “Well when I was getting ready to pay, the receptionist told me it was already taken care of. Apparently Grayson paid for it an-” I got cut off. “WHAT?” the girls all said in unison. “I regret not going with you. I’m so stupid. Why do I like sleep so much?” Angie said, causing me to laugh. “That’s not all though.” I said walking towards my purse to get the purple envelope. “Y/N I swear to god if you tell me you 2 had sex, I’m gonna kill myself!” Maddi said, her accent causing all of us to break out into a fit of laughter. “She went for a haircut and ended up getting the Grayson Dolan special.” the girls were still laughing at Maddi and her jokes. I didn’t say anything I just pulled out the 5 VIP/Meet&Greet passes and held them up. Tonight was going to be the best night ever.

We needed to leave around 5 in order to make it to the show for 7. It was an hour and 15 minute drive from Morristown, New Jersey to Freehold, New Jersey. So we wanted to make sure we had enough time just in case there was traffic, and plus we were going to need to find parking. Hopefully the line to enter wouldn’t be too long that way we can get a decent spot in the audience.

We were all finishing up getting ready in the hotel room. I helped them with their hair, and we all helped each other with our make up. Angie finished helping me putting on some highlight, so I was in the bathroom getting dressed. I decided to wear my black high waist shorts with a 4OU t-shirt that I made into a crop top. I didn’t need to do anything to my hair, because it still looked good from this morning. So I decided to wear the infamous pink “But I’m A Savage” hat, that I happen to be obsessed with! I put on my black hi-top Vans and looked in the mirror. I was pleased with how my outfit looked and how I looked in it. The shorts hugged my curves in all the right places. Especially in the booty area. I walked out the bathroom, and everybody looked stunning. We weren’t over dressed. We kept it simple and casual, but still very cute.

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We pulled up to the venue, and it was 6:20pm. We probably would’ve gotten here sooner but Angie insisted she knew a short cut. It didn’t take us that long to find a parking spot, I guess since most of the fans were younger they didn’t really know how to drive yet so their parents dropped them off. We parked, and started walking over to the enterance. “Great! Look how long the line is!” I huffed. After 15 minutes of standing in line, we were finally inside. The guy at the door checked out tickets, and started speaking into his walkie talkie. We looked at each other confused, when he began to say our names to the person on the other end. After a couple seconds, some guy Maddi had recongized as the twins security guard approached us. He greeted us, and told us to follow him. We heard comments coming from the other girls but we honestly didn’t care.

We ended up somewhere backstage, and the security guard told us that we would be watching the show from here. We were all standing on the side of the stage, talking, and waiting for the show to start. 

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The lights went dim, and the video for their intro came on, and the crowd went crazy! We watched the show, our stomachs hurting from laughter. They were finishing up their Q&A and starting to wrap up the show. I starred at the boys in awe. I couldn’t believe I was here. This was unbelievable, I got my hair done in Mrs. Dolan salon. I got to meet the twins, Grayson Dolan asked for my Snapchat, and now I’m here, backstage watching the show with the 4 most amazing friends ever! This day couldn’t have gone any better. I was pulled out of my thoughts from one of the girls shaking my shoulders. It was Aisha. They were all telling me to go. Go? Go where? "What?” I asked confused. But then I heard my name being called. It was Grayson. I starred at him confused, not understanding what he was trying to do. Grayson walked towards me, and held my hand pulling me out onto the stage with him. “Guys this is Y/N. I met her today, and she’s honestly super amazing. She was at our mom’s hair salon getting her hair done, and we exchanged snaps, and I gave her my number and we sort of just clicked.” I was in complete shock at what was happening. I’m honestly surprised I haven’t ran off the stage yet. “Earlier in the show, I was dared to do something totally crazy, and something I’ve done before.” “Well I’ve never really asked anybody out on stage before so….” He paused for a moment, licked his lips. “Y/N do you wanna go get pizza with me after the show?” The crowd started cheering, and a bunch of “awws” were coming from the side of the stage. “Yes, I would love too!” I said. I was probably as red as a tomato right now. Grayson pulled me into a hug, and I felt his right hand cuff my butt, causing me to bite my bottom lip. The girls started wolf whistling from the side, causing me to hide my face into Grayson’s chest. “And if you guys want hair like Y/N come to Bloom, and hit up our mom!” I twirled and flipped my hair, playfully curtsying at the girls in the audience before I walked off the stage and back to my group of friends.

“WE LOVE YOU! PEACE!” the boys yelled before running backstage. We waited for the boys in their dressing room. We were talking about the show, and how it was the best experience we had, and how happy we were to have experienced it together. After about 30 mins, the boys showed up. “You ready Y/N?” Grayson said when he walked into the room. “Of course she’s ready.” Angie said, making everyone in the room including Ethan and Grayson laugh. I told the girls bye, and that I’ll see them later before I started heading out the door with Grayson. 

“You kids behave!” Miranda shouted. I flicked them off, and closed the door behind me. Grayson held my hand in his, as we made our way out the venue, and into his truck, heading out for our date.

“Finally they broke apart although Viktor kept their faces close together and Yuuri could still see the tears in his eyes even as he smiled, his breath hitching in his chest as he spoke.

“I’m sorry Yuuri.” Viktor told him, the words rushed and desperate, each one running into the next. “I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry, I love you and I’m sorry. I’ll say it again. I’ll say it a thousand times. I’ll say it every day from now until forever and I’ll never stop saying it.”

“It’s ok. Viktor, it’s ok.” Yuuri ran his hands through Viktor’s hair, bringing them down to cup his face and trying to wipe away some of the tears with the pad of his thumb. “I love you. I forgive you. And I’m so sorry too.”

“For what?” Viktor asked, his voice sounding choked and his hands never letting go of Yuuri.

“For all these years.” Yuuri replied because what he was trying to say and to apologize for was so huge and even he didn’t quite fully understand it but he knew it needed to be said all the same.

“No. Not you.” Viktor shook his head, his voice stubborn. “There were things I should have done. Things I should have changed.” ”

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Ok Viktor but what do you think you should have done? I WANT TO KNOW. By the way, I love EVERY WORD OF THIS DIALOGUE. And Yuuri comforting Viktor, saying it’s ok, he loves him, trying to wipe away his tears… njgkdnjkdnjkdnjkzjnklqndksn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Like One Of Your French Girls

Pairing: Not really any pairing, but perhaps kinda Dean x reader?

Word count: 1500 words (I think this is my longest fic yet)

Warnings: None i think? mentions of alcohol consumption and nakedness though…

Summary: Dean and the reader gets drunk together after a hunt, and plays never have i ever. the next morning, none of them remember what happened. Soooo what happened?

A/N: Sorry that i haven’t posted any fics for a while, but i’ve been deep in a writers block, and this is basically me trying to get back to writing again. i hope you’ll enjoy it!

Gif is not mine

You opened the door to the bunker slowly, dragging your tired and grime-covered form down the stairs before calling dibs on the shower. The brothers for once didn’t argue, apparently finding it fair that the most dirty person took the first shower.

Not even bothering to go find a clean pajamas first, you trudged down the long dimly lit hallways of the place you called home, on your way to the big bathroom. You stepped out of your filth covered clothing, getting under the warm spray of the old showerhead, your muscles relaxing as the water slides down your body, leaving clean skin in it’s wake. You tried to hurry the best you could, but the comfortable warmth enveloping your body made it hard to resist the desire to stay there for just one more moment.

After about twenty minutes you stepped out of the now humid room, dressed in nothing but a towel. Walking to your room, you grabbed one of Dean’s old band shirts, which you had taken from him ages ago. It was soft and worn out, small holes in the fabric showing off tiny spots of your skin.

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I don’t understand this feeling. I don’t know if I can survive this hollowness weighing me down, making it harder for me to breathe.
Everyone is caught up in the webs they’ve spun to keep themselves warm and I’m stranded here. Cold and alone. Unable to empty myself into words. Into actions. Into anything at all.
I can barely count the amount of times you’ve told me to just let it all out. To let myself be vulnerable and spill over. To bleed myself dry if there’s this poison running in my veins. And every time I try to do that, you disappear with new reasons. 
You keep telling me I mean so much to you. You insist that it’ll all be okay. You insist I’ll be so much better than I am right now but I don’t know if I believe you anymore.
Everything just seems to be worsening by the day. You’re drifting further away from me. Finding new friends, avoiding my calls, ignoring my text messages. Maybe I don’t mean as much as I used to anymore. 
I take what is left of my hands and wrap them around my head tightly, constantly trying to tell my brain to stop telling me to crush my skull.
I don’t need anything from you.
Except, maybe, for you to understand how crazy the voice in my head sounds.
Except, maybe, for you to be that someone I can share my poison with, without the fear of killing us both.
—  Tamarind Fall 
Writing prompt: A girl who feels neglected and alone and she really wants to talk it out with the person who is making her feel that way but each time she tries, the person just convinces her by saying she means a lot to them. 
(platonic)
Revelation

Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.1K
Warnings: Angst, swearing, fighting

A/N: Sorry for only making this a short one, but I actually planned to include this idea in a future fic series!

It hadn’t been long since Tony had reluctantly agreed to allow Team Cap move back into the compound, and there was still an uncomfortable vibe that hung around. But everyone was trying their best to move on, to mend relationships and forgive. It was a tentative step in the right direction. Bucky was still dealing with life after Wakanda; T’Challa’s people had successfully removed the trigger words, but he was could never forget the faces of the people The Winter Soldier had murdered.

You tried your best to be there for him, to be a good girlfriend, but there was only so much that you could do. This was a personal journey for him, he wouldn’t be able to heal until he allowed himself to. You understood his pain, having been used by Hydra yourself. Nightmares still haunted you.

Tony gives you a soft smile as he places a coffee mug next to you, “You should really get some sleep, kid,”

You make sure to keep a nonchalant expression on your face, “Nah,” you dismiss.

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Plane Mishaps // 3:53 pm

Pairing: Reader x Tom

Warning: idk clumsiness ??

Featuring: Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, and [YOUR] friend

Prompt: you don’t like flying and turbulence isn’t your fiend.

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Flying was like your worst enemy. No, planes were your worst enemy, flying was the epiphany of hell. That’s right.

You would always get motion sickness, your body didn’t like high elevations and you didn’t like heights. Sitting by the window might have been a bad decision, but your friend didn’t like heights anymore than you, and she wanted to nap. She couldn’t nap with the sun shining through the window. It wouldn’t be a problem, but you two got the luck of having a broken blind, so the sun shone directly in your face. You wanted to use the bathroom, but standing up in mid air made you more light headed then you were already.

But your stomach didn’t feel to good. Every thought of the plane moving, of not being on the ground, made your stomach make very uncomfortable movements.

“Okay, I need to get up.” You spoke to your friend that was reading a Vogue magazine. “Sure, sure.” She knew that face, you were going to throw up.

You stood from your seat and scooted past your friend, shuffling as fast as you could to the bathroom. The line had dispersed by the time you got to the bathroom, gladly. You stepped in and locked the door behind you.

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It was always a good idea to carry gum around with you, you were very happy you remembered to stuff a pack of excel into your sweater pocket. The bathroom was very tight quarters and if you stood in there any longer, you’d probably faint from claustrophobia.

You unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out, just as turbulence hit the plane. It shook you over and you hit the wall.

Ow, you thought.

It stopped momentarily and the flight attendant scurried over to see if you were okay.

“Yes, in fine.” You spoke through gritted teeth. You just needed to get back to your seat. You started to walk slowly as the ding sounded, the seat belt sign flashed on above your head. You were panicking now. Would you make it back to your seat before another strong wind knocked you over?

You took two small steps down the isle when the plane shook, and down you went. Although, you didn’t go face down, or fly backwards. With your luck, you fell sideways into another passengers lap. He was startled, to say the least. You were positive you woke him from a great nap, too.

“Ahhhh!” He yelled, as you landed holding onto his shoulders, you were really just ready to brace yourself to fall face first.

“I’m so sorry!” You cried, wanting to get back to your feet, but the turbulence wouldn’t stop. He noticed how frightened you looked and quickly, somehow gracefully, swept you up in his arms and placed you into the empty seat beside him. Your heat was going a million miles a minute as his arms let go of you and left you cold.

The turbulence passed after another moment and you could finally catch your breath, your head was a little fuzzy but you felt okay enough to get to your feet and find your seat. But you didn’t move.

The guy you fell on stayed silent. It was awkward, you thought, what were you to say? He cleared his throat, “are you okay?” He asked. OH, he had an accent.

“Uhm, yes. I’m so sorry I wasn’t prepared for that and I didn’t mean to fall-” his hand waved through the air, stopping you.

“It’s okay, really. I’m not that good with flying either.” You faced him now. Oh no, bad idea. He was very good looking. Your jaw almost fell to the floor, but you controlled yourself. He looked a little taken back as he stared at you, too.

Was there something on your face? Oh no, please don’t let there be anything on your face, you thought.

“I-I’m Tom.” His voice sounded far away, was he really awestruck because of you?

“[First Name].” You offered a smile. You’d normally offer your hand, but you were profusely sweating right now in such a hot persons presence.

“So, flying isn’t really your thing , huh?” His laugh sounded like a harmony.

“No, not really.” You shrugged, but you added a laugh to seem friendly enough. But really, you were still in a daze.

“What brings you on a plane, anyhow?” He was trying to keep the conversation going, you realized.

“My friend and I wanted to travel a little before we both went out separate ways.” You answered, watching as he nodded his head in understanding.

“I would kill to take a year off, even just a month, to travel.” His voice sounded sincere, but your eyes were fixed on the other person that walked up to stand beside Tom.

“I’m gone for ten minutes and you’ve already replaced me,” the guy said, he had an accent as well.

“Oh please, Haz. You left me to go talk to a girl, what else was I to do?” Tom said to the guy (Haz? You assumed) in a teasing tone.

“She was cute,” Haz shrugged.

“I better get going,” you said, realizing that you were taking up this Haz guys seat.

As you shuffled past Tom to the isle, Tom swiftly and softly grabbed hold of your wrist, you turned to face him.

“Would it be completely inappropriate if I asked for your number?” Tom asked, as his cheeks turned a light shade of red. Yours felt a little hot to as you shook your head.

“Of course not.” Tom handed you his phone and you quickly typed in your name and number, handing it back to him, he gave you a heart melting smile.

“I’ll see you around, [Name].” With a smile you headed over to your own seat, where your best friend was smiling like an idiot as well.

“What’s got you looking like that?” You teased as you took your seat.

“You’re not going to believe the hottie that just gave me his number,” your friend started. You laughed, “oh, I might have an idea.”

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depression is the voice telling me I need to runaway in order to feel better, that i don’t like people, that people really sucks
depression twisted my reality and tell me to cure my loneliness with more alone time
depression tell me to convince everyone around too, let them know that i am just fine on my own

and then one day depression hits me in the fucking head and i’m dead

don’t listen to that voice, it is trying to get you alone to kill you

if you care, don’t listen to what it says, stay.