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december 31st, 2015, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time. you were talking to a girl and i could tell that you were capturing her with every syllable that left your mouth. and i knew why: you were beautiful and bright, and i was drawn to you even then, like the planets are drawn to the sun.

december 31st, 2015, 11:58 pm: we met standing in line for the bathroom. you introduced yourself, and asked for my name, smiling when i gave it. “lovely,” you murmured, and repeated it a few more times, rolling the letters around in your mouth like a new food.

january 1st, 2016, 12:05 am: i could still feel you on me, your lips, minutes, hours, months later. the clock had struck midnight and you just grabbed me, didn’t ask if it was okay until it was over. you were laughing, brushing it off, all teeth and well-kissed lips, but i knew i saw you blushing. 

january 21st, 2016, 1:12 pm: you got my number through the mutual friend that threw the party. i still don’t know how you got my address. i didn’t remember telling you. you couldn’t tell me, either.

february 14th, 2016, 9:12 pm: you took me out to dinner and bought me chocolate and roses. it was all so cliche, and i loved every second of it. when you kissed me good night, i swore i could feel the rest of my life, pressed right up against my lips.

february 26th, 2016, 11:33 pm: we made it official. i remember how you asked me, how shy you got, like you didn’t know what the answer would be.

march 17th, 2016, 5:43 pm: we spent the day at the saint patrick’s day parade, and you filled yourself with beer and kissed me hard against the bar bathroom door. i drove you home and that was the first time you told me you loved me.

march 18th, 2016, 9:24 am: you called me and told me you loved me again. “i want to make sure that you know i still mean it when i’m sober,” you said.

march 24th, 2016, 1:09 pm: i met your parents at easter brunch. you had demanded i come with you, and i was glad i did. your mother was kind and beautiful, and your father was warm and handsome, just like i knew they’d be. after we’d eaten, your mother got me alone. “he’s never brought a girl home before,” she told me, “normally he isn’t very open about who he’s dating. but you, you’re different. don’t read into this, but i think he may really think you’re special.”

april 12th, 2016, 8:31 pm: you saw me naked for the first time, and you kissed every inch of my skin. i’d never felt that much love from anybody before that night, and i haven’t since. not even you could replicate those few hours.

may 5th, 2016, 4:57 pm: we fought for the first time. i ran into my ex at the grocery store and wanted to chat for a few minutes. you didn’t. when we got in the car, you told me that if i was still in love with somebody else i could just leave, and i told you that you should trust me and not be so insecure about our relationship. we screamed the whole way home and you slammed the car door when i dropped you off. i almost crashed three times on the drive home.

may 6th, 2016, 8:03 am: you came by with flowers and breakfast. “I’m sorry,” you told me, “you just mean so much to me, and the thought of you ever being anyone else’s makes me sick.” i smiled, “but you don’t have to worry about that now. i’m yours.”

june 16th, 2016, 10:51 pm: for my birthday you took me out to dinner and gave me a beautiful necklace with a silver chain and pearl pendant. we drank expensive wine and stumbled back to my place and fucked. i had never been fucked before, not like this. i woke up the next morning with bite marks on my neck and hickeys all the way down my stomach, but you were gone. “had to run,” you’d written on a post it note, “i love you.”

june 18th, 2016, 2: 41 pm: i hadn’t seen you since my birthday and you weren’t picking up when i’d call.

june 19th, 2016, 3:13 am: “ had to run,” the post it note had said. maybe you were running from me. i couldn’t tell if it was the 3 am darkness talking or the part of me that already knew.

july 1st, 2016, 4:01 am: i looked over at you, sleeping in the darkness beside me. when we were together, things felt perfectly normal. but now, i could feel the shifts. “are we falling apart?” i whispered to you, and although i hadn’t expected an answer, the silence broke my heart all the same.

july 4th, 2016, 6:47 pm: we were at a barbecue and i saw you across the crowd, talking to a girl. i saw the way she was drinking up every word that escaped from between your lips, and that’s when i knew. that’s when i knew you weren’t mine anymore.
july 21st, 2016, 7:08 pm: i brought it up to you. “i think we’re starting to grow apart,” i said, “there’s a distance between us that wasn’t here before.” you reassured me that it was all in my head, but i didn’t hear it in your voice. i didn’t see it in your eyes. you knew it was there, too, but unlike me, you weren’t trying to do anything to stop it.

august 10th, 2016, 11:37 pm: i lay awake and thought about what your mother said, all these months later. “don’t read into this.” but of course i did. i couldn’t help myself. fuck, i loved you so much.
august 15th, 2016, 1:12 pm: you invited me over and i discovered that the key you’d given me no longer worked. “i had the locks changed,” you said, “i’ll get you a new one.” it was a lie, and i knew it. you didn’t get me a new key.

september 8th, 2016, 2:00 pm: i caught you cheating. in a desperate attempt to revive the romance we’d had at the beginning of our relationship, i bought dinner and brought it to your place. when you finally opened the door, i saw it written all over your face; the way your eyes widened, the way your jaw dropped, the way your cheeks drained of color. i heard it in the stammer of your voice, the sharp intake of your breath, the grinding of your teeth. when the girl walked up behind you, half naked, asking who it was at the door, i already knew. “how could you?” i whispered, and you just opened and closed your mouth. the girl pieced it together and started screaming. she hadn’t known. i left the food at the doorstep.

september 10th, 2016, 1:49 am: you never called after that, never came by, never reached out, but it wasn’t like we’d needed to confirm anything. i knew it was over, but it took every ounce of willpower i had not to go back to your place and find out why, why everything.

september 27th, 2016, 6:20 pm: i kept finding myself huddled in a ball; in my bedroom, in my kitchen, in my shower. not crying, or yelling. just huddled, clutching my body close to myself, staring. still not understanding.

october 31st 2016, 9:01 pm: i spent halloween haunted by the ghost of you. your face was around every corner. i could still feel your touch trickling down my spine. that night, i lost it. the anger surged through the sadness and bubbled to the surface. i screamed until my throat was raw, screamed at nothing, about nothing, for no reason other than i was too full.

november 10th, 2016, 2:17 am: you called me when you were drunk and i answered. i listened to you ramble, vomiting up apology after apology. near the end, you told me you loved me. “call me tomorrow when you’re sober if you still love me,” i said.  you didn’t. 

november 25th, 2016, 7:15 pm: i went out on a date with somebody new. they didn’t pull me in like you did, but for a few hours, i forgot about you and i felt okay. i drank myself to sleep that night so i wouldn’t have to think about you. the next morning, the hangover hurt more than you did. it was a start.

december 24th, 2016, 8:12 pm: i was spending christmas with my family, and i was doing great until my aunt asked about you. i told her you cheated, but i was doing okay, and then i excused myself and threw up the appetizers into the toilet. i called you then, and when you picked up, i let out a sob. “you ruined me, you fuck,” i croaked, “and you can’t even apologize. not when you’re sober, at least.” there were a few seconds of silence, and then you hung up. i still hope that it ruined your christmas.

december 31st, 2016, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time in months across the crowd. it made me sick to know that even after all that had happened, you were still the most beautiful person in the room to me.

december 31st, 2016, 11:55 pm: you found me in the kitchen. “i wanted to tell you i’m sorry,” you yelled over the music, “and i miss you.” and in those final moments of the year, i thought about it. i thought about letting you back in. the countdown started, and you moved closer to me. and i.. i pushed you away. i turned away from you and said, “no. i can’t.” and i walked out of the room.

january 1st, 2017, 12:05 am: i have forgotten how you felt against me, your lips. and for the first time, i am finally okay with that.

—  a year in review -c.h. // instagram: (via @poeticaffinity)
Soulmate AU Story Ideas

Because I am complete trash for Soulmate AUs, I decided to try and make a post about them. Hope you guys like it! ♥

✖ Soulmate AUs involving measurement

[ Time // Countdown ]

  • Where for whatever reason, your clock is stuck/frozen/it’s not counting down anymore but it hasn’t reached 00:00:00:00 yet and you’re freaking out because this hasn’t happened to anyone before.
  • Reverse one where the clock starts at 00:00:00:00 from the moment you’re born and stops counting the moment you meet your soulmate, so it’s like a reminder that “It took me 19 years, 11 months, 20 hours, and 13 seconds to meet you, you fuck, and you do it by spilling coffee on me, thanks, now my laptop’s broken—what, you’re buying me a new one? Okay.”
  • Your soulmate clock is actually a countdown of how long your soulmate has left to live and holy shit you have to find your soulmate soon because your clock says you have three months left (for angst maybe).
  • Alternate version of above where your clock is a countdown of how long you and your soulmate have left to find each other or else you both will die because the universe is sadistic af—and if you find your soulmate you get to live longer.
  • Another alternate version of above where you and your soulmate’s clocks have each other’s life spans on it but you can give your time to your soulmate if you want to so they can live longer. Again, because the universe is sadistic af.
  • The soulmate clock is actually something breakable and you accidentally break yours or vice versa.
  • Alternate version of above where someone purposely breaks their soulmate clock so they can be with someone they fell in love with that isn’t their soulmate/they are strongly opposed to the whole soulmate idea and want to defy the system.
  • Your clock is counting down too fast (as opposed to everyone else’s) and you have no idea what’s going on anymore.
  • It’s been a busy week and after finally having some time to yourself, you just happened to look at your soulmate clock and see that it’s already at 00:00:00:00 and you don’t know when that happened because you don’t religiously check your clock either.
  • Your soulmate clock is actually telling you what time it is where your soulmate is currently at (could include AM/PM/time zones or not, for example 3:46:31 MDT).
  • I already wrote something similar to this but a countdown au where your soulmate has died and you two still happen to meet each other (one is a ghost, one is alive) and the other finds peace after the meeting.

[ Distance ]

  • Where you actually have a compass instead of a clock, and it leads you to where your soulmate should be.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving colors

[ Eyes ]

  • Reverse colors AU where you can see in color but once you meet/marry your soulmate your world turns black and white, this is how people can tell that married couples really love each other because they’re willing to give up a world of colors for their soulmate. If your soulmate dies you get to see color again.
  • Between you and your soulmate, only one of you can see other colors and the other sees black and white. Like you can see all the other colors except black/white/grays, and the other one can only see in black/white/grays. If you two meet, you’ll get to see all the colors.
  • You can see colors but realize that recently, with each passing day, your world of colors is becoming a little duller and you’re panicking because you don’t know what’s going on, or what it means, or if your soulmate is okay.
  • You can see colors and your world turns black and white but it doesn’t necessarily have to mean your soulmate is dead. There can be other factors that will result in a black and white world like losing eyesight, but you don’t know that.
  • You will be able to see the world in full color once you meet your soulmate but until then, you can only see the world in the eye color of your soulmate. However, you can alter the color your soulmate can see, for example, by wearing contact lenses. Like if you wear blue contact lenses, your soulmate sees the world in blue, purple makes them see the world in purple and etc. And you realize each day/week you get to see the world in a different color because your soulmate is being all cute and would want you to see every color there is and they probably have a huge collection of contact lenses by the time you both meet.
  • Everyone is born color blind and their sights are fixed once they meet their soulmate, or your soulmate is blind and you have the choice to give them your sight, but it’s irreversible and if they die, they take your sight with them.

[ Hair ]

  • If you dye your hair, your soulmate’s hair color changes as well and you swear the moment you see your soulmate you will choke them because you just woke up with your hair colored like a rainbow and it’s your first job interview at a prestigious company what the fuck. Oh, and your best friend just took a picture to post online and wait—what, how many likes is that?
  • Like the above AU but you only get highlights for the dyed color of your soulmate’s hair. If your hair color returns to normal, it means your soulmate has returned to their natural hair color too.
  • Related to the first two AUs—you decide to get revenge on your soulmate by dying your hair the most absurd color combination you can think of and the exchange goes back and forth until you meet each other. It can be that if you meet, you two can dye your hair without affecting the other anymore.
  • If your soulmate dyes their hair your fingernails turn into that color (like nail polish?) and you’re hoping your soulmate isn’t bald by the time you meet because it’s the fifth time the past two months that your nails have changed colors.
  • If your soulmate dyes their hair, your eyes turn into that color and you wish your soulmate wouldn’t change it again because you really like this shade in your eyes.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving any kind of body mark

[ Tattoos ]

  • You and your soulmate have identical tattoos on your wrist about the date when you’ll meet each other. Place and time can be included (as opposed to the countdown AUs).
  • Like the countdown AU, an alternate version where it’s your soulmate’s date of death that’s tattooed on your skin.
  • Where a tattoo isn’t set from the moment you’re born and whatever tattoos your soulmate gets, you get it too and it’s all cool because you kind of like the designs, except you also feel the pain of getting a tattoo and that sucks because you’re kind of in the middle of an exam right now and it’s getting harder to concentrate on your work.
  • You remove your tattoo because you hate the idea of someone dictating who you can be with for the rest of your life and the person who’s removing it happens to be your soulmate and they’re torn between letting you know and just not bringing it up because you kind of went there because you didn’t want a soulmate and vice versa.
  • Your tattoo is only half complete and it completes itself the moment you find your soulmate, like if you had half a heart, you’d get a full heart on your skin.
  • You’re not sure if the other half of your tattoo should end with this person’s words, or that one’s—wait, I think it might end with the phrase of that other person too. It’s just a very open-ended sentence…
  • You don’t have a name tattoo on your wrist, meaning you probably don’t have a soulmate but you didn’t want your friends to tease you about it so you had a tattoo made on your wrist about some name you picked at random because your friend said she wanted to see it soon. And then somehow there’s a person claiming to be your soulmate and they’re kind of cute and sweet so you don’t know what to do.
  • Because the universe is sadistic af, it only gave you the first letter of your soulmate’s name.
  • Your tattoo is like a mood ring, it changes its color depending on what your soulmate is feeling at the moment and you’re not sure exactly what rainbow means.

[ Scars ]

  • The only way for your scars to disappear is when your soulmate kisses them goodbye.

[ Others ]

  • Whatever mark you get on your skin your soulmate gets it too so one day, you just kind of just get a sharpie and start writing on your skin. You definitely didn’t expect to get a reply, but you did. Now it’s five in the morning and you’re just about covered in ink and this will be a pain to wash off later.
  • Imagine the above point but like, your soulmate maybe falls off a bike and you write on your arm what happened, and your soulmate replies to reassure you everything’s okay. Yes, you always carry a non-permanent marker to write on your skin at all times.
  • You accidentally fell down the stairs and broke a leg, oh, and fate must love you because it seems your soulmate also broke the other leg (or something else) and whatever happens to the other, you feel it too (no actual injury but you feel the same amount of pain) so now you’re in the hospital and you happen to meet your soulmate in the waiting area.
  • Wait, imagine the above point but way into the future and you’re about to give birth and your soulmate must be cursing you and rolling on the floor by the operating table or the waiting area screaming murder and punching walls while crying. Also periods, yes periods. Okay, I’ll shut up now.
  • You can choose to take the pain of your soulmate away. Like if they’re sick or even if they just have a paper cut, you can choose to transfer the pain/sickness to yourself instead and they’ll heal. You can only do it once you meet them though, since what happens to them doesn’t happen to you, unless you transfer it to yourself.
  • Like above but what if the pain becomes two times or more worse. Imagine someone afraid of pain, and the other soulmate shouldering everything or maybe you can half the pain your soulmate feels if you can’t handle taking everything on your own.
  • Alternate version of above two points where you can also transfer your pain to your soulmate. Imagine the payback you can do.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving reincarnation

  • There wasn’t a soulmate system in place before, now it’s about a thousand and more years later, and—wait, aren’t you the person that killed me in that back alley?
  • Where you’re reborn with the memories of your soulmate and you can only get your past memories if you meet each other again in this lifetime.
  • You somehow find a diary/journal of your old self and read through the contents of how you met your soulmate centuries ago.
  • Your soulmate was an artist of centuries ago, and currently, you’re an art student at university (or not but you’re taking an arts class). Then one day for a field trip, you go to a far-away museum and you just find yourself staring at what was your reflection, wearing different clothes to fit the timeline but it was definitely a split-image of you, on one of the framed displays.
  • Alternate version of the above where your soulmate still was an artist of centuries ago but you were there too, and you both were able to meet again in this lifetime. You don’t remember anything but you’d be at the museum, looking at the picture that looks like you with curiosity until your soulmate (who remembers everything) comes by and asks you what you think of the painting.
  • You’re sent to an insane asylum because everyone is convinced you’ve lost your hold on reality since you’re the only one that remembers everything from your past life. Also, that new doctor is your soulmate.
  • Your soulmate from the past life is not your soulmate in this life.
  • You become a writer and your series of novels become extremely popular, but what they don’t know is that you’re retelling your previous life where certain circumstances made it so you and your soulmate did not end up together but your soulmate promises to be with you the next lifetime. At a book signing you open the book cover of a fan’s copy to see something written on the front page: “I’m sorry I took so long.”
  • You don’t remember anything from your previous life but your soulmate does—your first meeting under the tree with the broken swing in summer, the way you smiled when you met each other again at the start of the school year, your eyes that were filled with such mirth and depth and beauty, even the way your hands fit together like missing piece of a puzzle—everything, even the gasps for air, the coarse little pleas, the way you stared with a look of betrayal until your bright eyes became nothing but a dull sheet of color at the hands encasing your neck in a vice grip.
  • You keep going to this place, and you always notice another person here too. Neither of you know that this is the place where the both of you had died/first met in the past life.

✖ Soulmate AUs involving dreams

  • Kind of a reincarnation AU where you’re losing the distinction between reality and dreams because when you’re asleep, you actually relive your past life, and you’re not sure if you’d much rather stay in the past or in the present anymore.
  • If you’re on separate time zones, when you sleep, you see the world in the eyes of your soulmate at present time. You see the world through your soulmate’s eyes, what they’re eating, who they’re talking to, the contents of the essay paper they’re trying to finish, but if they look into a mirror/reflective surface/picture, the image is blurred so you don’t really have a clue what they look like.
  • You see your soulmate in the eyes of their friend instead.
  • Imagine that soulmates just have this ability to dream together/meet each other in your dreams regardless of whether or not you two meet in real life. Your dreams could then be like a real-life video game, for example, you two could be in a zombie-apocalypse type of dream and you both would try your best to help each other out. If one gets bitten/dies you wake up and your soulmate is there to tell you everything is alright or tease you how you couldn’t shoot fast enough and then you’d both go back to sleep and maybe start round two.
  • Just like the above point, imagine how you and your soulmate could pretty much be with each other even after you’d both gone to your separate homes/shared bed.
  • Your soulmate is dead and the only way you two can see each other again is in your dreams and everyday your soulmate tries to make sure you know they love you and will always be there for you the moment you close your eyes and retire for the night.

✖ Other Soulmate AUs

  • You and your soulmate can communicate with thoughts and your soulmate happens to be a math major and you really need help with this test right now.
  • On some days, whatever your soulmate thinks of is something you can hear in your mind and your soulmate is currently reading really hardcore smut fics and you’re trying so hard not to mess up this class presentation which shoulders half your mark for the semester.
  • You get to share the same talents as your soulmate and you probably hit the jackpot because it’s the first time you’ve ever touched this instrument but you’re quite the professional at it, what? Shredding? I don’t know what that is but—oh… hey okay, I just did it I think.
  • The Red String of Fate exists, and only some people have the ability to see the strings, and these people can actually cut strings and knot other people’s strings in to alter the soulmate laws. Your best friend’s wedding is tomorrow and they know you can see the string. They ask you to help them defy the laws of the universe and help them be with the person they love even though they know that’s not their soulmate. You know they love each other so much so you help them, even though the person your best friend’s marrying/your best friend is your soulmate.
  • How about like the colors AU except it can be your voice or your hearing instead that comes and goes when your soulmate dies. Imagine how your soulmate’s voice is the first and the last thing you’ll ever hear.

So I decided to just make a post of all the ideas I’ve thought of so far for each theme! I tried to think of things I haven’t read before but I’m pretty sure with tons of people out there, some of these are sure to exist already. I was also planning to write more but maybe next time, my heart hurts already from typing these ;////;)’

I hope you guys like it though and please feel free to add on to this or make these into stories please I’ll love you forever and tag me please I’d love to read them.

++ justfandomwritings is queen of Soulmate AUs, and I’d like to dedicate this to her because she’s amazing and so much more ♥ ^^

No. 48 I love you

Summary: 100 banging kinks for Bucky’s 100th birthday! 

 I love you. (Bucky x Reader)

Warnings: smut oral (f receiving), dirty talk (ish) fluff mega fluffy
Word count: 1750 (give or take)
A/N: My first story on here and it’s smutty whooo. Thank you @bucky-plums-barnes  for the opportunity 

Please leave feedback and comments as it’s my first fic on here and I’m mighty nervous!  Aye Carumba!  And also, apologies for errors.  I didn’t have time to thoroughly check grammar etc.  


Barely made it.

Y/N looked for his apartment number and buzzed.  

Seconds ticked away in what felt like eternity, until the light in the upstairs window came on, painting the apartment in hues of orange and gold.

“Yeah,” Bucky responded over the intercom, his voice tired and faint.

Y/N took a deep breath, nervous with the reality of having to answer. 

“Who is it?” He asked sternly this time.

“Happy Birthday” 

The buzzer, pronounced and loud meant she could enter. 

Bucky opened his apartment door shocked to see Y/N  soaked to the bone. Her body visibly shaking from the cold, her lips pale with a hint of blue.  He couldn’t help himself as he pulled her to his chest and hugged her.  His heart weeping when they touched.  

"What are you- what are you doing here? Why didn’t you call I could have- I  would have-” the words dying in his throat. None of it seemed to matter anymore.  Why get caught up in the logistics of their meeting he thought when what mattered, as he caressed her cheek and stared into her eyes, was that she had made the effort to be here, with him as his birthday ended.

And so, Bucky kissed her.  Quick fevered kisses to her cheek, chin and lips for the weeks he had gone without her lips and and knowing it would never be enough he cupped her face in his hands and finally kissed her deep in a dizzying assault compounded out of frustration, relief and love.

Y/N melted under his loving assault and answering the call of his spirit, she greedily kissed him back. Not caring that her lungs burned and she desperately needed air.

Bucky lifted her, wrapped her legs around his waist and still kissing, he closed the door with his foot.  

Sexual Hunger pawed at the base of his belly demanded instant gratification. To lay her down right there on the hard cold floor of his hallway. But Bucky knew that would only result in a quick fuck and so, in an exercise of self control he had decided to take the torturous walk towards his bedroom. Rationalising to himself that If he could make it to his bedroom, then perhaps, he could pace himself tonight.   

Using what little will power he had, Bucky carried her towards his bedroom as his lips unwilling to leave hers for the briefest moment, stroked the fire between them.  Unseeing and uncoordinated they bumped into the sofa, only for him to turn her against it, their kisses strained and desperate. His metallic hand gripped the back of his neck pulled her closer, needing to be closer yet it still wasn’t enough.

Y/N started to slip, her wet body sliding down his frame and Bucky determined, hoisted her higher, remembering his purpose he stumbled onward like a drunkard, feeling out the steps of his hallway until his fingertips brushed cool moulded wood, the door frame to his bedroom.

He wasted no time in laying her on the bed, his weight crushing her as their tongue danced against each other.  His fingers found the buttons on her shirt and he tried to undo them without paying them attention, but the task was futile without removing himself from her arms or her lips.  Y/N gasped, as she felt a succession of forceful tugs and the ripping of fabric, her buttons popping in triumph.

Bucky pealed the wet fabric from her skin, bringing forth goose bumps that begged for his touch. Slowly, he kissed her shoulder but his longing for her could no longer be contained and unashamed he licked the length of shoulder and collarbone tasting a sweet mix of rain water and the salt of her skin.

Y/N groaned and held on to his face, awed by his pupils dark with lust and his lips swollen from their ministrations.  He had never looked more handsome or vulnerable or horny for that matter. She smiled at the sight of him. Her nose gently brushed his, “I love you,” she said breathlessly. 

Bucky is stunned by her words, so stunned in fact that he does not reply, his brow is furrowed and he looks confused and Y/N smiles regardless.  

“It’s okay.  You don’t have to say it back.  In fact, I wasn’t banking on you sayi-” But her words are cut short as Bucky’s lips crashed onto hers in a searing hot kiss. He kissed her with all the passion he had felt for her and when he couldn’t breathe anymore,he dragged his lips away and pressed his forehead against hers. 

“I love you too”  Bucky whispered with a smile.

His confession is food to her soul, and Y/N  found herself sighing in relief, her heart swollen with feelings she couldn’t make sense of or quantify.

“You love me?” 

“I knew I was in trouble the minute I laid eyes on you.” he confessed, his voice is coarse, just like his thumb now tracing her bottom lip.  His eyes trail her face lingered now on her lips,  “I knew it the moment we spoke.. do you remember what you said.  What you called me?”

“I can’t for the life of me remember.” she smiled coyishly, knowing full well what she had said.

”You called me an asshole.”  Bucky chuckled, as he unbuttoned her pants and pulled the wet fabric from her legs. Once free, his fingers held on to her panties and she shifted, lifting her hips, giving him permission to take them off. Their eyes locked. Their breathing heavily laboured.

“But it doesn’t matter does it.” His fingers pulled down her panties and threw it aside.   

“Because you. love. me.”  The words stemmed proudly from his lips.  His hands, both flesh and metal, traced the length of her calves, they paused at her ankles, opened her legs for him.

“With all my heart Buck, with all my heart…”   Y/N mewed as he settled between her thighs.  Entwining his arms around her legs he pinned them apart, he licked his lips at the meal laid out before him. 

Already heady and drunk on her scent, his nose became flushed with the the curls of her public hair and then slowly Bucky licked her wet aching core.  He shuddered when he heard her moan as he slowly licked her slit.  The fingers on his metallic  hand divided her pussy lips apart until her clit stood out pronounced, greedily he sucked pulled and teased it, forcing the most beautiful noises from her lips.  He wrote his name with his tongue over and over, he marked his territory by sucking softly at first then harder, only to delve his tongue inside exploring her inner walls.

Not able to get enough Y/N  greedily placed the index finger and middle finger of his other hand into the warm velvety interiors of her mouth and sucked.  Her moans, vibrating off his fingers became a tool to predict just how close she was. 

She took deep breaths, her back arching and then collapsing only to rise again and this time more determined and strained, as Bucky whipped his head and tongue torrid and determined from side to side. She gasped, breath hitched, belly convulsing, her toes curled painfully. 

Y/N was close.  God, so close, that Bucky knew just a flick of his wrist or a change in movement would send her sharply over the edge.

He stopped.  He pulled away denying her release and Y/N laughed in shock and bewilderment.  "No, no no- don’t you dare" she said, breathing hard, but Bucky unnerved and unmoved by her threats, stared at her, his eyes hooded with hunger, while he leisurely sucked on his fingers, enjoying her taste.

Whimpering her fingers moved to her clitoris in desperate need to end her torment and he shook his head.

“Don’t.” His words firm and deep was not a request but an order.
Arresting eyes, strong as steel, light as day, watched her as he took off his shirt, he made slow work of unbuttoning his pants. He can see her visibly shaking, her lips trembling slightly and he crawled on top of her, marrying her wet warm body with his own. Eagerly she leaned in to resume their kissing, but Bucky pulled his head slightly out of reach.

He was teasing her alright and she was powerless to resist him. Right now, desperate to feel that sweet release that only he could give. She was willing to do anything, for the man she loved. Pulling her hair back,  Bucky ravaged her neck, as he wrapped her legs around his waist and positioned himself against her sopping wet entrance.

With one rough thrust he buried himself inside her.  Only for the both of them to gasp.  It took him a minute to compose himself. And when he pulled out again and thrust forward, she was a quivering mess.  He knew she wasn’t going to last long, and he was grateful because he sure as hell wasn’t going to last long either.

His pace is persistent, his thrusts are deep and brutal.  They pull gasps from her lips. They pull moans from his. The bed creaks in satisfaction from their love making and he loves the sound as much as he loves the sound of his cock entering her, it’s slick, it’s heavenly, he moans again.

His fingers intertwine in her hair as him mouth claims every part he can access. Her neck, her chest, her breasts, until, his efforts were focused on her face.

“Open your eyes” he grunted, and when she did she saw nothing but love and adoration, all of it, was for her.

“Oh God, oh  god James,” she whimpered.  His eyes are staring into her soul, as he pounds into her, relentlessly wanting to witness her undoing.

 I’m close- I’m close…Oh god, ah-“ she whimpers against his lips.

‘I know baby.. I know.”  He said, his voice soft and yet, still unrelenting, he kept up his pace, her legs are quivering, her body is shaking and he knows, she’s almost there, he’s trying desperately to hold on, but his  pace is beginning to falter.

“You gonna come for me baby? Not until you say it again.” He whispered his words punctured by each snap of his hips.   

“James - ,” she begged unable to form sentences, 

“Say it for me.  Forever and only me.“ 

“I love you.”  she choked, and he rewarded by using his metallic fingers to fondle her clit.

Y/N’s orgasm hit her with the force of a freight train until all she can see is his face bathed in white heat. Big fat tears escape from her eyes from pure euphoria.  She crumbles beneath him and Bucky lapped at her lips, absorbing her cries  “That’s it baby.  Love of my life, fuck…my one and only…. моя жена ” his voice is shaky as he continues to fuck her through her orgasm.  Her walls milking him mercilessly until he has no other choice but to cum, jet after jet of warm thick cum filling her.

Moments later, when he had rolled off of her and pulled her body close to his, languishing the feel of skin to skin and planting soothing kisses.  She raises her head a little curious. 

“You said something in Russian when we were making love.   What did you say?”  

Bucky kissed her softly and smiled,  “That’s for me to know and for you to find out soon enough.”


First Undertale comic I ever did in November 2015 to latest comic done a few days ago.  Not the same story.  The first one was for a failed comic called “Fallen Family” and the last one is for my current one “Broken Bonds”

So, it’s been about a year and one quarter between these works.  The first one took about as long as this latest one … 10-11 hours of work.  The first one was a combination of Sai Paint Tool and Photoshop, while this latest one was all done in Clip Studio (I am still slow as all heck but considering that there are way more panels in the second one, I guess I am NOT that slow?… dunno).  

I am glad that despite my complains about the work, (I’m always complaining about work, it’s like my natural state) that I have stuck with it.  I do see improvement in my work and I hope I continue to do so.  

I’m posting this to remind myself that while, yeah, I’ll probably never be as great as I see other artists be.  However, I can be a lot better than what I am now if I continue to keep an open mind about improving.  Is not a race against others, if it must be a race, its a race against giving up.   

So, thank you all for the likes, reblogs and feedback. When I am in the office doing a job that barely pays my living expenses, I am at least glad to hear that people are enjoying my little contributions to the fandom.   And hopefully, someday soon, I will be extending these efforts to my own original mind taters.


Miscommunications Part 1

Josh Dun x reader

Read the rest: Part 2

Summary: Josh and you have an intimate night but in the morning, Josh makes the mistake of assuming that you’re only in it for the chase.

Words: 1,240

Warnings: Mentions of sex (no actual smut though)

Requested? Yeah, by an anon

Josh rarely drank, but when he did, it was either go big or go home. He and Tyler had just found out that Blurryface went triple platinum so he decided it was a cause for celebration.

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• spilled coffee

nonnie requested: Can you do the second bullet point of the soul mate at where the reader actually tells Barry that exact thing??

  • Reverse one where the clock starts at 00:00:00:00 from the moment you’re born and stops counting the moment you meet your soulmate, so it’s like a reminder that “It took me 19 years, 11 months, 20 hours, and 13 seconds to meet you, you fuck, and you do it by spilling coffee on me, thanks, now my laptop’s broken—what, you’re buying me a new one? Okay"

A/N: So this might be considered an alternative universe since Barry and Reader are actually young since you wanted reader to say the same thing. Because I think you’d be starting college or whatever you may be doing at that age. Plus I’m your dorm roomie ‘cause you love me so much right? Probably not heh.  I know I know I’m 19 personally whom will be 20 in a few months, whoop I’m old and stuff whom wants to go to culinary school hopefully. Warning of the word ‘fuck’ towards Barry I guess? Requests are open unless stated otherwise by me!

Originally posted by whatmakes-me-feelgood

     » Relationship(s): Jinx & Reader (dorm roomies), Barry Allen/Reader «

Your timer on your wrist had begun ticking away from the moment you were born at 00:00:00:00. The time would stop once you had met your other half, you met some people who didn’t had to wait very long. You didn’t care about meeting your soulmate for most of your life, you thought it was upmost just ridiculous while your parents always talked about how great it is. They were worried sometimes that it might take you a long time to meet them if at all. You’ve heard of stories of people who never met their soulmates and died without knowing.

And now you were a soon to be college student in Central City, you lived with your dorm roomie Jinx. Their timer was still ticking away as they shared the same thing towards the soul mate although they didn’t quite believe in love. But they were still a good friend who could make more than just instant ramen so that’s a plus right? Jinx had classes during the morning today so you decided to go to Jitter’s as you decided to get out more. Plus coffee and a muffin sounded good to your stomach as you walked into the coffee place with your laptop. You ordered your usual as you went to sit at a table and pulled out your laptop.

You were writing for awhile until someone bumped into your table while their coffee accidentally landed on your laptop before you could react. You looked up with wide E/C eyes at a green ones while the male looked like a deer in headlights, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry I didn-“ His mouth was agape as he noticed your watch as you looked down at it. It had stopped ticking away as you noticed his stopped as well that meant this idiot was your soulmate. You had good calculating skills as you blinked up at him, “It took me 19 years, 11 months, 20 hours, and 13 seconds to meet you, you fuck, and you do it by spilling coffee on me, thanks, now my laptop’s broken!” You said in a loud hiss. Barry jumped slightly as he looked at you, oh man you could kill him right now could you?

“I’m so sorry. I’ll buy you a new I promise. Like a completely brand new one of the same brand or better. Just don’t kill me okay?” He pleaded with a bit of his bottom lip while you looked at him. You were both young as you eye squinted before saying, “What? You’re buying me a new one? Okay. .” You were a bit shocked as he had grabbed napkins to help clean the mess and shyly offered his hand to you, “We should introduced ourselves. .I’m Barry Allen and you are?” You shook his warm hand and decided to smile to calm his nerves. “Y/N L/N. I needed a new laptop anyway. .”


|C.H.| CEO Slut

BASED OFF THE REQUEST: A really rough calum smut with over stimulation, orgasm denial, and bondage please!

Word Count: 5,868

Having my husband be the CEO of a company has its pros and cons. Of course I’m happy he’s so successful and living his dream, but unfortunately he’s so busy all the time I barely get to see him. Him coming home at midnight then leaving again at 7 leaves little time for us to do anything. He texted me a couple hours ago that he had time to meet up for lunch today, so I was extremely happy.

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((here him be!! his name is russell, the first photo is from 2012 but he was blepping so it had to be posted, the second photo i took literally like 5 mins ago. i was like “dAD WHERES RUSSELL” and turns out he was breadloafing on my dads lap sO THERE WE GO. hes around 11 years old now, hes super fluffy and chub, he cant meow but he does make weird crackling noises instead, he has good peets, hes v cuddly and placid but will tear ur face off if u make him angry. i love this silly boof hes scared of birds and hes rly dumb and loveable)) 

Keep Dreaming (Sehun Drabble)

11. Is that a bruise? 
12. Look me in the eye and tell me it’s not true

Word count: 1020 

Genre: Fluff (and slightly angsty)

A/N: Second drabble for the Drabble Game. I keep doing them long IM SORRY #fml. I hope it’s okay with you @ana94laura​, and I hope you like it. Take care xoxo :)

Originally posted by sefuns

You opened your eyes lazily with the tiny sunrays that came from a little groove in the curtains. The slim figure of your boyfriend traced perfectly by the white bed sheets took a smile from you. His scent could impregnate the whole room. Nothing could ever compare to waking up next to him. It was like waking up to an angel, so precious and full of peace and serenity.

You took a look at the clock. It was 7am which meant you had about 30 minutes before Sehun woke up. He used to wake up at 7.30 on his free days because he liked to spend as much time as possible with you, even if you were still sleeping he would stare at you for a while until he got bored and started waking you up with sweet kisses.

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My Mom Officially Knows

So My Mom officially knows that I cut myself I don’t know why it took her so long to fully get it through her head but I told her I use razors to cut and she started crying and asking me what she did wrong or if it was her. FIRST: I don’t give a rats ass what my Mom does now. SECOND: I go to school with hundreds of girls who are nothing like me and act a bit too grown THIRD: I don’t live like everyone else does at my school I never grew up having everything I literally started listening to music when I was 11 I don’t act my age, I keep to myself and I’m really quiet. (And there are thousands of people just like me out there) My parents kept me off the streets and away from children my age I know that sounds bad but I’ve learned from it and I don’t have regrets but because of it I do feel alone and isolated I don’t like when people pick on me or rub things in my face. I hate when people are so quick to call me dumb or stupid or slow and use it against me to make me feel low. I’ve never been stingy or spoiled so when I see that in my peers it brings me down sometimes, I feel dumb, or slow, sometimes I get really emotional when I treat people with respect but they don’t return it. A lot of things get to me and digs holes in my heart so I started cutting but I’ll never say it was because of my family. It’s what’s going on personally in my mind what’s going on with myself not anyone else it’s how I see myself in the world that makes me feel that way. And it’s a pet peeve of mine when people put themselves in YOUR problems as if THEY were the victims. That’s selfish and rude. Like how my Mom thinks I cut myself because of her. It’s not that at all. I do it because I’m mad at myself I do it because I compare myself to other people and I wish that I had their lives instead of the one I was blessed with and I know that’s pretty selfish too and just thinking about THAT makes me cut or pull out my hair. I don’t rant like this for attention or for comments and messages I rant like this to clear my mind of that fog that keeps distracting me from doing what makes me happy whether it be being a feedee, or doing well in school, or being able to get up on time so I won’t be late to school or even remembering to eat something when later I know I won’t get a chance to. I let things like that eat at my mind and it affects me daily but I’d never blame anybody for what I do to myself. And I don’t appreciate people putting themselves into the equation just to come up with an unrelated answer to these problems.

mel-sancto  asked:

For a prompt, maybe Andrew reacting to Neil trying to fight off some drunk loser at a bar but getting there too late, so Neil gets unjustly smooched

Andrew did not want to be at a Christmas party. He did not want to be surrounded by people he didn’t know. He did not want to be surrounded by Christmas music, fake snow, santa sweaters, or whatever the hell they were passing off as eggnog. Being in an unfamiliar bar with unfamiliar people was bad enough, but he was not a Christmas fan. 

His childhood experiences with the holiday were not exactly “jolly.”

However, while the Foxes had given up on indoctrinating the twins into their world of semi normalcy, they were not yet ready to give up on Neil, who had spent his holidays ignored, beaten, or on the run. Except of course for the last one, where he had been trapped in the Nest.

“You owe him, Andrew. You know you do.”Andrew had tried to tune out Dan as she implored him to go to the party, knowing it was the only way Neil would go.

“I don’t owe him or anyone else anything.”

“Oh really?” chimed in Allison. “Not even after last year? What he did for you? Going to that horrible place, having all those horrible things done to him for you?” Andrew had stiffened then but Allison was relentless, filled with a barely suppressed rage he knew must have been brewing since Neil had come back that year. Andrew was the only one who didn’t know just how horrible it had been, but he had a good imagination. “He could have had his first Christmas with us but he went to that place to be tortured so you wouldn’t have to be. You owe him one real Christmas.”

Andrew could have killed her for saying it, wanted to kill her for throwing that year into his face. I never asked him too. But you never had to ask Neil to do anything for you, he would do it no matter what and you’d be left whole but watching him destroy himself, knowing it was for you. Andrew would never look at Neil and not see the broken shell that had stood in front of him to pick him up from the hospital. He would never draw his eyes, or his fingers, or his lips over those still fresh scars and not remember that they were earned in his place. The wonder that was Neil Josten’s body would be forever covered in the words this is your fault and you do not deserve it.

Andrew could have killed Allison, but along with a Christmas Andrew owed Neil a full team and the strange pseudo-family he had chosen.

And so that was how Andrew ended up standing in the corner of a brightly lit hick bar, complete with a moose head covered in Christmas lights and ornaments, on Christmas eve, counting down to an hour when he could collect Neil and hopefully get to Eden’s so their Friday night wouldn’t be a complete waste. 

Kevin had disappeared fifteen minutes before when they had arrived, saying he was going to find something stronger to drink than the weak milky concoction being handed out. When they had said the party was at a bar, he hadn’t known they meant they rented a bar and stored all the actual booze in back in favor of what Andrew was periodically being handed and then dumping into the fake plant beside him.

And then of course, there was Neil. As much a problem as he was a solution, Neil could pick a fight in an empty room and lose. So it was to Andrew’s great annoyance but not surprise that over the sea of people he could see the top of a red head shaking angrily by a door on the other side.

Andrew lingered in his corner, figuring Neil could and probably wanted to fight his own battles, but as soon as he noticed the mistletoe over the door Neil was standing by and the hand gripping his arm as he tried to move away, Andrew was moving.

Andrew could let Neil handle violence on his own, Neil was born and raised by violence. But this, this thing that Andrew knew all too well, was not going to be something he let Neil carry.

By the time Andrew got there, the guy had half pushed Neil through the doorway and out of sight and was kissing him roughly. Or at least attempting to, as Neil was putting up one hell of a fight. Andrew found a decorative bottle with a candle inside from among the decorations and slammed it into the guys ribs hard enough to break. The guy cried out and jumped back, shirt shredded and burnt with blood seeping out.

“You crazy fuck, you short ass little-” Andrew’s fist connected with his nose twice before Neil was pulling him back, saying something about not needing to get himself in trouble over someone like this. 

“It’s not worth it.” No, it never was to Neil. He was never going to be worth defending in his own eyes. Which was why Andrew had to stomp twice on the whimpering man’s hands as they tried to cover his face before letting himself be lead away. He grabbed a bottle from the newly emerged Kevin, ignoring his sound of annoyance. Next he took their jackets off the hook, handing over Neils’, and taking him outside.

“It was barely two seconds before you got there. It’s fine, Andrew. It wasn’t like… I’m fine.”

“I hate that word.” He handed Neil the bottle and unlocked the car. “Text Kevin to find a ride home. Roland only has the candy cane shots until 11.”

Andrew tried to ignore Neil’s smile as they left the party behind, but let his right hand get tangled in Neil’s cold one.


Requested Imagine Murphy x Reader

You have always been kind to Murphy. You could see right through his gruff exterior, and it was easy for you to find kindness in your heart for him. Murphy doesn’t quite understand you. Tensions and feelings come to a head when Murphy is accused of murder.

A/N: Some of the happenings of episode 4 are changed, of course. This ended up super long. Also, I don’t have a Beta so… here you go.


Murphy sat in the middle of camp, carefully sharpening a scrap metal knife with a rock. You watched him from afar for a few moments, leaning against the makeshift wall before walking over to him with and taking a seat next to him on the fallen log everyone used as seating.

“Hey, Murphy,” you greeted cheerfully. “New knife?”

He let out a long sigh, perhaps bothered by the prospect of company, but answered civilly enough. “Yeah. Can’t find mine.”

You shrugged and leaned forward on your knees to get a better look at his face, smiling at him. He paused what he was doing for a second and looks at you, raising an eyebrow before shaking his head and returning to his work. He was used to your insatiable cheer, and it used to irk him but now he just rolled his eyes and did his best to ignore it.

“Did you need something?” he asked in a voice that sounded like he didn’t care either way.

You shrugged again but looked away. You’d been debating whether or not to talk to him about how you felt, and honestly, you still weren’t sure. On one hand, it could make things weird when he didn’t feel the same way, and then you would be embarrassed. On the other hand, however, what the hell have you got to lose? Any one of you could die at any point, as proven by your time on earth. “Fuck it,” you muttered under your breath and looked to Murphy again. Life had gotten too short to not tell some boy that you think the world of him.

“Actually, yeah, I wanted to talk to talk to you about something,” you said. No going back now. He made a questioning noise and continued his work. “Well, uh, I know maybe this is- maybe it’s not, I don’t know, I mean, I totally don’t expect- like, that’s not why I’m-” You put your hands over your face and groaned. Maybe you needed some time to work out the words, after all. You looked back up when you heard him chuckle, which faded when he saw your face.

He put the knife and stone down and turned to face you more, a little concerned, with that classic smirk of his plastered on his face. “Hey, c’mon. Where’s that smile, Sunshine?” he teased. “I didn’t think frowning was even possible for you.”

You chuckled at his usual teasing, giving him the reaction he was hoping for. He was always doing this sort of thing, teasing you and poking fun, but you knew it was just so you would smile, or pay attention to him. It was one of the things you liked about him so much. You saw so much in him, and wondered how no one else was constantly making eyes at him like you were.

“There you go…” Murphy whispered and winked at you. You’re sure he saw the blush that suddenly raced across your cheeks. Those light flirts of his always made you so happy. He quickly looked away and rubbed the back of his neck. Was he nervous? “I wanted to talk to you about something, too…” he started slowly.

As ecstatic as you were to hear whatever he had to say, you were both interrupted as Clarke stormed up to Murphy. He quickly stood up, wondering what she looked so angry about. She held up a knife. “Is this yours?” The rest of the conversation sounded heated but you quickly tuned out. These fights were so usual, they all felt the same. You quickly stood up and rejoined the conversation when Clarke yelled, “Murphy killed Wells!”

“What the hell!?” You and Murphy said in near unison. He looked to you, and you lightly shook your head, making sure he knew you didn’t believe these accusations.

Murphy turned back to Clarke. “I didn’t kill your boyfriend, Princess,” he said aggressively. A heated argument ensued that began to include the whole camp. Bellamy became involved, and before you knew it, you were in someone’s face, shoving them backwards as they sneered at Murphy.

“Back off!” you shouted, and got pushed to the side by someone else. Nearly everyone was yelling now, all furious about the murder that wasn’t even proven. After a moment, Clarke quieted us all down and we looked to her.

“Is this really the society we want?” she asked us. She said something about justice for crimes, but your head was still spinning. Why would they accuse Murphy? Sure he never got along with Wells but one does one knife in the woods prove anyway?

“I say we float him!” shouted one of the other kids. You turned to face him with a glare that could kill.

“Excuse me!? You can’t even prove he did anything!”

But you were drowned out by the sudden chanting. Your eyes went wide and you looked to Murphy. The people were shouting to float him. Execute him. Time suddenly moved too quickly, but your body too slowly as the scene before you played out.

Murphy started to walk toward someone, but he was tripped and eating dirt before he could say anything. You lurched forward to help, but a sea of bodies and a thick, strong hand prevented you from going anywhere. You could hear them beating him, kicking him as the laid on the ground, the sounds of Murphy yelling for them to stop. You tried to push your way through but it was impossible, so you resorted to screaming at everyone to stop. They didn’t. When the pulled Murphy to his feet and dragged him out of camp, his hands were bound behind his back and his mouth gagged with a seatbelt. He was beat, and as everyone rushed out to follow the crowd, they knocked him down a dirt hill. You made a bee-line for Bellamy and grabbed his shirt.

“He didn’t do anything, let him go!” you pleaded, with Clarke right next to you begging everyone not to do this.

They wrapped a wire around Murphy’s neck and threw the other end around a tree branch, hoisting him up to stand on a crate by the neck. Connor was holding a torch and chanting to the crowd, riling them up further. The boy turned to Bellamy with a wild look in his eyes and smiled.

“Bellamy… you should do it,” Connor suggested darkly. You and Clarke both looked to Bellamy in fear as the crowd started chanting his name. Murphy begged for mercy. You screamed for him to end this, but he shook his head and grabbed Clarke by the shoulders.

“You should have kept your mouth shut, Clarke!” he yelled before turning around kicking the crate out from underneath Murphy, letting him hang.

“No!” You fell to your knees and looked up at Murphy with wide, tearful eyes. He locked eyes with you for a second before they started to flutter shut, causing you to scream out his name again.

“He’s a monster!” someone shouted up at Murphy’s dangling body.

Then a little girl spoke up. You’d never met her officially, but knew her as Charlotte. She was 11, maybe even younger. She was crying. “He didn’t do it! I killed Wells!” Everyone turned toward her in shock, and an uneasy silence spread. It took everyone a second to fully process what she said, and a terrible sense of dread filled your bones.

Clarke jerked forward toward the rope, but you were faster, grabbing your knife and cutting the wire that help Murphy up. It seemed like everyone was still understand the situation by the time Murphy hit the ground with a thud.

You shoved two people aside, not caring about them as you rushed to Murphy. You couldn’t hear yourself scream his name over the rush of blood in your ears. In a heartbeat you were kneeling next to him and ripping the ties off his neck, then the gag. He coughed and sputtered, turning over to his side to croak out some blood and curse words. You ran your fingers through his hair and gently put a hand on his shoulder, making him flinch. You pulled your hand back and felt a new rage burning inside of you. How dare they do this? Whipping around to face Bellamy and the others, you screamed, “Now who’s the monster!?”

You didn’t bother waiting for a response before untying his hands and slinging Murphy’s arm over your shoulders and carefully wrapping him around you for support. You took as much of his weight as you could as he stumbled next to you, still gasping for breath. He kept his head down and his eyes fluttered as he regained full consciousness. He looked up weakly at you with a pained, confused expression. “Y/N?” he muttered.

You shushed him soothingly and ignored the parting crowd as you led him back to camp, into the dropship. You quickly found a pile of blankets and laid him down upon it. Never had you wished so badly that you’d helped Clarke with other patients. You may not be able to heal, or ease the pain, but you could at least clean his wounds and prevent anything from getting infected. From your kneeling position next to him after unwrapping his arm from you, you stood and quickly grabbed the bucket of water and rag Clarke kept in here for injuries, bringing it back over to Murphy.

Your boiling blood was finally starting to calm and you sat back down next to Murphy, taking a moment to look him over. He was beaten, bruised, and bloodied before they had even hanged him, and now it was worse. You let out a long shaky breath and wetted the rag. Murphy looked tired, but he kept his eyes trained on you, wary. You wished you could smile at him as you always did, or hear him poke fun at you, anything to make this situation better, but none of that happened. You broke eye contact with him and stroked the wet rag down the front of his chest where his shirt was ripped and blood had collected. You worked in near silence for a minute, with just the sound of his labored breathing accompanying you.

“Why help me?” Murphy croaked out, voice rough and damaged. You looked away from your work and put the rag down for a moment. His eyes were so full of pain, not just physical. You could tell he felt utterly betrayed. Alone. You shook your head.

“Save your voice, Murphy, you-” he cut you off by grabbing your hand. His eyes pleaded for an answer. You sighed and laced your fingers through his, causing him to jerk his gaze between you and your intertwined hands. “I care about you, Murphy,” you answered honestly.

He was quiet for a moment until he asked in a whisper, “How?” A tear rolled down his bloodied cheek. You’ve never seen him so vulnerable before and your heart feels like it’s breaking.

You give him a small smile, the only you could muster right now, and lean over to put your forehead against his. Your own tears fell onto his matted hair and down his nose as you cradled his head in your hands. “You deserve happiness, Murphy. I don’t believe you’re a monster.”

“I haven’t earned that,” he replied weakly. He closed his eyes to try and stop more tears and covered one of your hands with his own.

You shook your head and looked at the pained expression on his face. “It’s not about earning it, John.” You gently stroked your thumb across his cheek and pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes. The moment your eyes met was only a split second, because as soon as you pulled away, he pulled you back in and his lips were on yours. His lips were chapped and tasted of dirt and drying blood, but the innocence of it was powerful enough to overwhelm all of that. He was unsure, kissing you softly and silently begging for some kind of response, which you happily gave him. You kissed him back with the same sweetness and care you had always shown him. After a long moment of simply enjoying the new kiss, you moved to kiss his forehead and picked the wet rag back up. Now, you honestly did smile. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He nodded and kept a hold on your hand as you gently wiped away the dirt and blood on his face and chest. It was the end of a certain innocence in camp, but perhaps the start of something new for the two of you.

S T A Y | college!BTS

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 2248

Genre: Suggestive (?) fluff obviously

Summary: Your sex-crazed roommate causes you to stumble over to Taehyung’s dorm room, but it seems Taehyung has different intentions than to just let you sleep.

A/N: Maybe starting up a college!BTS series, because i like the idea of them being a student just like I am.

Knocking on his door at 11 PM that night, you couldn’t help but sigh as you waited the few seconds it took for Taehyung to unlock his door. You tugged your pillow and blanket closer to your chest, smiling sheepishly at the boy as he sighed and asked “Again?”

“Look, it’s not my fault my roommate decides that having loud sex to get me out of the room is the best idea in the world,” You retort, shrugging, “Can I stay here? I swear, this is the last time this week, and I’m moving into that single down the hall hopefully soon—“

“Y/N, it’s fine, just come in already,” he muttered, rubbing his eyes as he moved his arm from the door to let you walk underneath it and into the small dorm room.

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Hey loves,

11:00 am (start)

This is me starting this post in the morning still in bed. I had to give it a few seconds to take this picture because the light from my phone was literally burning my face off.

I am also surprised that it only took one photo to get one I liked despite my spots always flare up in the morning, usually it would take about 20 attempts and even then I’m probably still not happy with one.

Today is Friday and I don’t actually have anything planned, like the rest of the days in this Easter holidays it will probably consist of me watching gaming streams, catching up on YouTube videos and watching Netflix and maybe playing Smite. That is basically my life apart from I’m normally at college.

I’ve also just decided in the last 0.2 seconds that the next blog post is going to be a “Getting to know me” post, it’ll just be a list of all the things that I can think of that makes me interesting (kind of).

Speaking before of not having anything to do today, my mum just told me to hurry up and get changed because we are visiting family and i’m like “oh hey yeah sound”. I actually am not arguing back though because fresh air is something I am lacking and it would be nice for a change of scenery.

Anyways, so this is where I’m going to end the morning part of this blog post mainly because I actually have plans and if I stay in bed any longer I’ll just fall back asleep again.

Next comes the afternoon post around about 3 o'clock accompanied by another photo of me hehe.

Hope you enjoy loves.

12:00pm (end)

3:55pm (start)

Woo i’m back for the second part of todays main blog post!

Hope you all had a good morning and afternoon. Right now it’s actually really sunny but also super cold, the weather really just needs to make its mf mind up and pick a season and stick to it thankyouuuu.

Also about 5 minutes ago I posted a new Instagram photo of myself because I don’t get likes if it isn’t me ahah. If you want to add me on Instagram it is just aj.williamss. I do not post everyday it really does depend on my mood and whether my outfit is fleeky and also whether my face is playing nice with the camera.

I am also watching a gaming streamer play Smite which is literally the best game ever, and it is free on all consoles so it is definitely worth a try. The streamer is called DMBRANDON and he streams this game everyday and he is just a complete badass. 

College is also creeping back up on me and I like probably most people have not done any work at all and I don’t feel to bad because it is a holiday after all. In a way I am looking forward to going back because the day I go back is my birthday YEAH BOII!!. I am so excited because I will be finally 18 and I will be able to actually go out town and have some actual fun which to be honest is pretty scarce in Stoke-On-Trent where I live. 

As I am writing this post it is giving me so many different ideas for posts, for example, I decided tomorrows this morning which would be “Getting to know me” I also have thought of writing a whole post about being 18 and how I feel about that and also how other people expect you to be and act now that you are technically and adult. 

I think this wraps up the afternoon section of this post, I hope you enjoy it and I will finish and publish this post later tonight.


4:13pm (end)

8:00pm (start)

Back again to finish up this blog post for today babas!

I’ve loved writing this post so much, I found myself waiting impatiently for the different times of day, well my interpretations of that anyway, seeing as my morning started at 11 haha, and the afternoon was supposed to be 12 so I had to adjust. Nevertheless, being this excited makes me really positive about maintaining this blog for a very long time, I will definitely be trying to keep to posting one main blog post a day and also other minor posts throughout which I have done thus far. 

So, right now I am watch The Originals for probably the 100th time, I’m currently on Season 2: Ep. 13 The Devil Is Damned. In this episode Vincent (Finn) gains ground, aided by a formidable figure from his past; Kaleb (Kol) is forced into a life-or-death decision and Elijah is faced with the fight of his life. Basially this season revolves around the protection of Klaus’s Miracle Baby Hope and it has turned out that keeping her hidden is much harder then they thought possible. 

Similarly me and another new blogger @megfashiontee are gagging over our up and coming University experience together. However I won’t go into huge detail now as I feel this subject warrants its own post. xoxoxox love u Meg gal.

I think that is it for this entire blog post today. I hope you have enjoyed reading about what I have done and thought throughout the process of today, as well as the 3 photos to split up the times of day (I myself think I look average at best?). 

Tomorrow I plan on doing a Getting to know me post which will simply just be a list of everything I find interesting about myself. I am looking forward to creating that for you. 

Bye for now.


8:30pm (end)

Ross x Reader

Can I get a Ross this thing: Reverse one where the clock starts at 00:00:00:00 from the moment you’re born and stops counting the moment you meet your soulmate, so it’s like a reminder that “It took me 19 years, 11 months, 20 hours, and 13 seconds to meet you, you fuck, and you do it by spilling coffee on me, thanks, now my laptop’s broken—what, you’re buying me a new one? Okay.

For the timer the format is [00Y:00M:0W:0D:00H] which stands for [Years:Months:Weeks:Days:Hours].

Everyone you’d ever known, and would ever know, had had a timer from the day they were born. And each and every one of those people had timers that stopped under twenty-three years; yours, however, kept on ticking – for a whole extra five years, and counting. You were currently at 28 years, 6 months, 3 weeks, 2 days, and 16 hours. Whenever you went out you covered the mark up, whether it was with clothing or one of the specially made arm-bands, so you would be spared the pitying gazes of others. Of course you sometimes forgot to do that, and when you did there would always be at least one person who thought they should comment on it. Most of the remarks were kind, ‘Oh it’ll happen for you one day.”, but some others were cutting, and just plain rude, ‘Look at you, no wonder you can’t find ‘em. I pity the poor soul that’s stuck with you.’.

It was those types of comments, the bad ones, that made you want to hide forever and never come out. Logically you knew that you couldn’t do that, you had responsibilities after all, but your logic didn’t stop you thinking about it. In fact, you were thinking about how you could disappear at that very moment.

You were in a coffee shop, typing away at your computer, and you had rolled up your sleeves. Stupid mistake, of course, but you’d still done it – but people still noticed. You got a few snide looks and remarks from younger women, women who were happily flaunting their solid, stopped timers. But at least they’d just been looks, and passing remarks; one woman, who had obviously thought she meant well, didn’t stop there. She was dressed like a fifties housewife who could think of nothing other than how to catch a husband, and she had apparently thought you needed advice on the subject.

At first she had passed by your table as she was joining the queue, saying ‘Oh you poor thing.’. That in itself wasn’t so bad, but it was the fact that after she had gotten her coffee, she’d stopped by your table and sat down.

“Can I give you a bit of advice hon’?” you wanted to say no, to shake your head, but you were rendered immobile by the woman’s audacity, “Look, I’m going to be frank – I noticed your timer on my way in here. It’s a horrible thing having to wait that long, I could never imagine having to wait for my dear Jimmy for twenty-eight years. Oh, it really is horrible.” She ‘spared’ you a pitying look, “You know, the only reason I didn’t have to wait as long was because my Jimmy and I have known each other since we were children.” You scowled, “Oh, but I digress! You know, the best way to catch your man is to…” she looked you up and down, smiling as she did so, “Well, is to certainly not dress like that. No man will ever want a woman who can’t even be bothered dressing up when she goes out. Lord, no man will ever notice you dressed like that!”

You wanted to tell her that that isn’t how it worked. That the timers didn’t stop when soulmates were attracted to one another, it stopped when they met – regardless of how each person was dressed at the time. But you still couldn’t find it in yourself to wrench your mouth open, and speak. And you didn’t get the chance to either, the woman had left soon after, looking quite undeservedly satisfied with herself.

You looked at your timer again, [28Y:06M:3W:2D:17H]. Each time it changed, you changed – even if was only a little. This time you became that little bit more bitter, because exchanges like you’d had with that woman always made you feel bad. Whether you were feeling down, angry, or just plain shitty – it was pretty much always guaranteed that you were in a bad mood afterwards. So now you were sat glaring at your laptop, angry at the inanimate object for even daring to be in your space.

And that’s how you sat for a little while longer, just staring, almost blankly, at your computer; and waiting and hoping for something else to happen, to distract you really. And it did, in one of the worst ways possible. Some complete and utter idiot had managed to trip, fall, and spill their coffee all over your laptop. The laptop that had everything currently important to you saved on its hard-drive. You were shocked silent for a moment, in disbelief at what had happened, before your earlier anger came back, at full force, directed at the stranger who was currently picking themselves up off of the floor.

“What the fuck?!” you shrieked; certainly not ladylike, and very shrill – the woman from before would definitely not have liked you had she seen you like this.

You had stood up from your chair quickly, shoving it backwards. Your gaze focused on the person who had spilt their coffee, and all you could see was a mop of brown hair. The person was still picking themselves up, and then they were dusting themselves off.

“You broke my laptop, you asshole! There’s no way in hell I can afford a new one. And everything important to me was on it!” you stopped your tirade there, catching your breath, and readied yourself to begin anew when you heard a little beep the moment the culprit looked you in the eyes.

Oh. My. God. The bumbling idiot who had spilt their very large coffee all over your laptop, and yourself, was apparently your soulmate. This lanky idiot was your one and only, your destiny, your special someone – this man was your forever. Of all the ways you could meet, you imagined this to be one of the most embarrassing.

“Look,” you spoke up quickly, pointing at the man directly, “This,” you nodded toward your now frozen timer, “Does not excuse the fact that you broke my laptop. I’m in no place to buy a new one, and I needed that for my work. How am I meant to explain this t-”

You were stopped in your tracks, again, with a hand being placed over your mouth. You looked at the culprit, Idiot as you were now calling him, and glared.

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

What?!’ you tried to say through his hand, but it came out garbled.

“I’ll buy you a new laptop.” You tried to protest, but to no avail, “Look, it’s no big deal, and it’s literally the least I could do for ruining my soul-mate’s laptop.” He took his hand away, and smiled goofily, “Now – I’m Ross.”

You shook his outstretched hand wearily, and sighed.

“Y/N. You better pay me back for the laptop, and for making me wait twenty-eight and a half years, you idiot.”


Request: Seungcheol is late to his own wedding because he was helping a stray dog
Requested by: @sominsarang
Word count: 2,103
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Fluff may give you diabetes, please be careful

A/N: Somehow tumblr swallowed the ask for this fic ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ But yay another Seungcheol drabble uploaded! I gave myself so much feels while writing this ugh, but I hope you all enjoy it! ^^


Originally posted by memesol-choi

“Okay Seungcheol, deep breaths, today is a really big day you don’t wanna be screwing up anything.” Seungcheol muttered to himself.

He was a nervous wreck, something he did not see coming. His wedding day was finally here, and instead of being calm and collected like how he usually is, he was a fumbling mess. He hadn’t felt anything like this since Seventeen’s debut performance.

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Prompt: On a case, you end up getting kidnapped by the unsub. A race against time ensues as the team rushes to find you before it’s too late.

A/N: this is one of my own prompts and I know it sorta follows that ‘basic storyline’ where you get taken but I promise you will like it! also, I apologize for the crap I gave to you yesterday with Witness Protection (Part Two), it really wasn’t that good.

Warning: indirect mention of rape and direct mention of torture

“Guys, we have a problem.” Morgan’s firm voice spoke. The entire team looked up from their spots at the paper covered table only to see Morgan, standing in the doorframe, holding a grey envelope that had become very familiar to the BAU in the last couple of days. “Y/N’s been taken.” Morgan didn’t even have to finish before Spencer was up and out of his seat. He ripped the envelope out of Morgan’s strong grip and opened it frantically, reading it over and over again in only a matter of seconds.

“What does this one say?” JJ asked, worry on her face. You were the child of the BAU, which seemed like an impossible role to take away from Spencer Reid who held it for a solid four years until you became a valid team member. You were only two years younger than him, but out in the field, two years was a big difference.

“Y/N Y/L/N was taken by me at 11:37 am this morning. I took her from her apartment, 229 Crestwood Rd. apartment building 3 room 24, you have 7 hours.” Reid read out loud, looking up at his team. 

“7 hours, that’s unlike the unsub, he always kept his victims for 12 hours, why is he changing it now?” Prentiss asked, standing up and walking over to Reid, taking the letter from his shaking hand and reading it herself.

“Because not all of his victims are agents, the risk level of his victims went up, he knows that so he’s holding them for less time.” Hotchner spoke, rubbing his forehead as a list of things to do next scrolled through his brain. Reid however knew exactly what to do. He walked over to the large map of Quantico and marked where your apartment was and then he began to think.


You felt the warm blood trickling down your face as you slowly began to stir. Your hands and feet were bound but you could still wiggle yourself up into a sitting position. You were in the back of a van, parked, dirty floor. Your head pounded. The entire enclosure was humid. Your inner thighs hurt, you knew why.

“Well, well, well, look who decided to wake up.” a voice from behind you chuckled, you whipped around only to be met by a thin ray of light hitting your face. The ray came from a small slot in the wall, a wall that cut you off from whoever was sitting in the drivers or passengers seat. “Gotta say Y/N, for an agent, you were pretty easy to catch.”

“Who the hell are you and what do you want with me?” you asked harshly, the taste of blood becoming suddenly apparent in your mouth.

“Well if I told you who I was and what I wanted that would ruin the mystery, and that’s what people like you like right? A little mystery.” he spoke. You could hear the sick smile in his voice. “Now let’s go for a little drive, shall we?” as he said this, you could feel the car start up.


“Spencer, you need to take a break, your mind isn’t focusing.” JJ said softly to Spencer who had been working for five hours without even sitting down.

“No JJ, we need to find her, she’s priority.” he responded, his eyes not moving from the board he had been working at nonstop. 

“You know you don’t think right when your tired, just rest for 30 minutes, please.” she begged, touching his arm gently over to have his entire body shift away from her. 

“Y/N is the first person I ever met who makes me feel like I’m more than just a boy genius or someone who can read fast. She makes me feel like a person who matters and I’m not going to loose that.” he spoke in a fast and harsh tone. 

“Spencer, please.” JJ whispered, her eyes tearing up. “We all need to have a little break.”

“You guys can have that break, I don’t need it.” he said before returning his eyes to the board. It was only another moment before Spencer got is classic solving a case face. He furrowed his eye brow and let his mouth hang open ever so slightly. “Hold on, JJ get me the file on the second victim." 

"You see something?” Morgan asked, standing up from the table and walking over to Reid who was pointing at a part of the map.

“Yeah.” he said, taking the file from JJ and opening it, his eyes moving fast over the pages. “I know where they are.” Reid said after only a moment of looking at the paper. He dropped the file and headed for the door, signifying for everyone else to follow.


“Please stop.” you beg, the man standing in front of you, a bloody knife in his hand.

“Your the agent, do you really think I will listen to you when you ask me to stop?” he smirked, bringing the knife back up to your chest and letting the sharpness trail down to the start of your cleavage. Blood trickled down.

“Please.” you say once again, the pain filling your entire body.

“Stuart put your hands up and drop the knife.” a firm voice spoke from behind him. He turned to look at who was speaking to him and you took the opportunity to roughly kick his back so he fell forward, dropping the knife and hitting the ground hard.

“Y/N.” you heard Spencer’s voice fill your ears as you saw him run towards you. He immediately wrapped you in his arms, his hold firm on you. You felt yourself melt in his arms as you finally let warm, salty, tears fall from your eyes.

The Imaginary Friend (Chapter 10)

Sam, Dean, and I stood in our dad’s storage room, our shotguns in our hands. Dead demons were sprawled out in front of us on the floor.

“I see you told the demons where the sword is.” The three of us jumped and turned around. Zachariah stood before us with two other angels.

“Oh, thank god. The angels are here.” said Dean, the sarcasm obvious in his voice.

“And to think… they could have grabbed it any time they wanted. It was right in front of them.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“We may have planted that particular piece of prophecy inside Chuck’s skull, but it happened to be true. We did lose the Michael sword. We truly couldn’t fine it. Until now. You’ve just hand-delivered it to us.” said the angel.

“We don’t have anything.” said Dean.

“Ahhh!!” I yelled. A pain thrashed through my forehead and I fell to my knees.


Dean and Michael stood in an old house.

“Well, I’d say this conversation is long overdue, wouldn’t you?” asked Michael, using John’s body for a vessel.

Dean pointed to a dead Sam in the corner.

“Fix him.”

“First… We talk. Then I fix your darling little Sammy.”

“How’d you get in my dad, anyway?” asked Dean.

“I told him I could save his wife, and he said yes.” said the archangel.

“I guess they oversold me being your one and only vessel.”

“You’re my true vessel, but not my only one.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Dean.

“It’s a bloodline.” said Michael.

“A bloodline?”

“Stretching back to Cain and Abel. It’s in your blood, your father’s blood, your family’s blood.”

I came to, hunched over on the ground. I looked up at Zachariah with wide eyes.

“You saw it, didn’t you? You saw the Michael sword.” said Zachariah. I nodded, still a little stunned.

The angel looked up at Dean.

“It’s you, Chucklehead. You’re the Michael sword.” said the angel.

Dean looked from me to the angel, shock written all over his face. Sam just looked at me with a knowing glance. He already knew about the visions.

“What, you thought you could actually kill Lucifer? You simpering wad of insecurity and self-loathing? No. You’re just a human, Dean. And not much of one.”

“What do you mean, I’m the sword?” asked Dean, choosing to pick that topic out of the problems that had just surfaced.

“You’re Michael’s weapon. Or, rather, his… receptacle.” said Zachariah.

“I’m a vessel?”

“You’re the vessel. Michael’s vessel.”

“How? Why- why me?” asked Dean.

“Because you’re chosen! It’s a great honor, Dean.”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, life as an angel condom. That’s real fun. I think I’ll pass thanks.”

“Joking. Always joking. Well… no more jokes.”

Zachariah raised his hand, fingers like a gun, pointing it at Dean. He shifted his hand to Sam.


Sam fell to the ground with a loud crunch.

“God!” yelled Sam.

“You son of a bitch.” said Dean, turning to the angel.

“Keep mouthing off, I’ll break more than his legs. I am completely and utterly through screwing around. The war has begun. We don’t have our general. That’s bad. Now, Michael is going to take his vessel and lead the final charge against the adversary. You understand me?”

“How many humans die in the crossfire, huh? A million? Five, ten?” I asked.

“Probably more. If Lucifer goes unchecked, you know how many die? All of them. He’ll roast the planet alive.” said Zachariah.

“There’s a reason you’re telling me this instead of just nabbing me. You need my consent. Michael needs my say-so to ride around in my skin.” said Dean.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Well, there’s got to be another way.”

“There is no other way. There must be a battle. Michael must defeat the serpent. It is written.”

“Yeah, maybe. But, on the other hand… Eat me. The answer’s no.”

“Okay. How about this? Your friend Bobby- we know he’s gravely injured. Say yes, and we’ll heal him. Say no, he’ll never walk again.” said Zachariah.

Sam and I glanced up at our brother.

“No.” said Dean.

“Then how about we heal you from… stage four stomach cancer?”

Dean doubled over coughing. He spit in his palm, blood.

“No.” said Dean, refusing to give up.

“Then let’s get really creative. Uh, let’s see how… Sam does without his lungs.”

Sam starts gasping for breath in the corner.

“Are we having fun yet? You’re going to say yes, Dean.” said Zachariah.

“Just kill us.” I said.

“Kill you? Oh, no. I’m just getting started.”

All of a sudden, a bright white light flashed. One of the angels collapsed; a bloody hole in his throat. Castiel stood, alive, fighting the second angel, stabbing him in the back. All Sam, Dean, Zachariah, and I could do was staring in surprise.

“How are you…?” Castiel cut him off.

“Alive? That’s a good question. How did these three end up on that airplane? Another good question. Cause the angels didn’t do it. I think we both know the answer, don’t we?” asked Castiel.

“No. That’s not possible.” said Zachariah.

“It scares you. Well, it should. Now, put these three back together and go. I won’t ask twice.” said Castiel.

Zachariah vanished. Sam and I looked up surprised, the pain we had now gone. Dean was the same. The three of us stood up.

“You three need to be more careful.” said Cas.

“Yeah, I’m starting to get that. Your frat brothers are bigger dicks than we thought.” I said.

“I don’t mean the angels. Lucifer is circling his vessel. And once he takes it, those hex bags won’t be enough to protect you.”

Castiel stepped forward and put one hand on Sam and Dean’s chest. The two gasped.

“What the hell was that?” asked Dean.

Castiel walked over to me.

“An Enochian sigil. It’ll hide you from every angel in creation, including Lucifer.” Castiel put his hand on my chest, doing the same. I gasped, feeing the branding.

“What, did you just brand us with it?” I asked.

“No. I carved it into your ribs.”

“You don’t really need it.”

I whipped my head up, eyes wide. It wasn’t Chuck’s voice I just heard, it was Cas’. Cas gave me a small nod of knowing.  

Silence filled the room.

“Hey, Cas, were you really dead?” asked Sam.


“Then how are you back?” asked Dean.

Castiel took a look at Dean, vanishing in an instant. The three of us now alone.


Sam, Dean, and I walked out of the hospital, fresh from talking to the now paralyzed Bobby. I started walking to my truck. Dean grabbed my arm, spinning me around.

“Talk. Now.” said Dean.

“About…?” I asked. I knew what he wanted but I didn’t, I wasn’t, gonna give it up that easily.

“The visions, Ranger.” said Sam. Sam leant against the door of my pickup with his arms cross, not caring that he had just broke the promise he had made to me just a few weeks prior.

“Wait a minute, visions?! Range what the actual hell is going on here?” asked Dean.

“I don’t know, okay!? I don’t know. But you know as well as I do that we have bigger fish to fry right now. Whatever, whatever I’m seeing? All it’s been so far is the future, or the past. Just leave it alone, okay? We can’t deal with it now.”

It was falling apart. Everything I’ve spent my whole life hiding was about to come out in mere seconds if I wasn’t careful.

Dean stayed silent, confused at my outburst. He wanted to help, I could see that, but he also couldn’t risk me wanting to leave now.

“I’ll see you guys later.” I jumped in my car, starting it, and pulled away, leaving the two of them in the parking lot.

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A/N: Thank you all for the support! I have a question for you guys!

Would you prefer each chapter being one episode or have the episodes be split up into different chapters? I’m just curious because I know this episode took like 4 chapters to complete. 

Thanks again! Chapter 11 should be up really soon. :D