this was three feet from my face

A woman let her dog shit on the airport floor. So I shit on her plans.

While walking to my gate at LAX, I noticed a woman whose dog was in the middle of doing its business. The woman was loudly face-timing with her back to the dog, so I assumed she didn’t notice. That was likely the thought shared by the gentleman who tried to get her attention.

“Excuse me, miss?” he said, in a polite tone. The woman glared at him. “Your dog,” he sheepishly continued, pointing to the mid-poop pup.

The woman rolled her eyes and went back to face time as the man slinked away, seemingly embarrassed.

“Some people,” she bellowed to her face-time companion with no hint of irony, “are just so damned rude.”

When her dog finished, the woman started walking away, leaving everything right on the airport floor. Another woman tried to stop her.

“You’re not going to clean that up?” she asked, as shocked as the rest of us were.

“They have people for that,” the offender replied, disappearing into the crowd, as much as someone yelling into their phone can disappear into a crowd.

I stood near the pile and warned people to walk around it while someone else got a maintenance worker’s attention. No one said anything – we were so shocked that anyone could be that horrible.

When I got to my gate, the woman was there, too. Great – we were both going to Tokyo. When I travel abroad, I get embarrassed by other Americans doing things one hundred times less embarrassing than leaving animal feces on the floor of an airport. To make it worse, her dog was now barking at everyone who walked by.

I have nothing against people flying with their dogs, I do it often. But it is a privilege I take seriously. My dog is well-trained and behaves better than most people. He certainly behaves better than that a**hole.

Speaking of a**holes, there is a pet relief area inside LAX, past security, just two gates away from where The Party Pooper let her dog go to town. It didn’t matter - she was the type of person to litter three feet from an empty garbage can.

While her dog barked at the world, the woman had moved from face-timing with no headphones to listening to music with no headphones. I don’t like to throw around the word “sociopath” but I don’t know how else I could explain just how selfish and terrible of a person she was. I’d bet her car was somewhere in long-term parking, parked across three spots with paint on the bumper from the child’s bike she hit without leaving a note.

Everyone else tried to ignore her, sitting as far away from her as they could. I am not everyone else.

I sat down right next to the horrible woman. “Are you going to London on business?” I said.

“I’m going to Tokyo,” she responded gruffly, annoyed that I interrupted her DJing.

“Oh, I said. Then you better hurry. That flight got moved to gate 53C. This is the flight to London.”

I figured I could give her a little moment of panic as payback for how terribly she was treating everyone. I didn’t predict what would happen next. She grabbed her bags and her dog in a huff, and stormed out of the gate without even checking. She was so self-involved, she didn’t notice that the monitor at our gate still said Tokyo and almost everyone at the gate was Japanese.

Based on her actions, she believed me that the flight had been moved, so she’s also an asshole for not thanking me. “Some people,” I thought as I watched her rush away from the gate without stopping her, “are just so damned rude.”

The flight to Tokyo was at gate 69A, so the 53 gates were on the other side of the next terminal. And I felt guilty knowing she probably berated some poor clerk who had to explain to her that there was no gate 53C.

I don’t know if she made it back to this flight before we took off or not, but I didn’t see her board and I don’t hear her dog. Her missing her flight was not my original intention, but it would be a fine punishment for her being so rude to everyone and making a low-paid stranger clean feces off the floor. What makes me wonder if I went too far is the knowledge that Delta only has one flight to Tokyo each day. Whoops.

Maybe she can re-book on another airline. I hear they have people for that.

The Cure

Bucky Barnes x Reader Drabble

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader,  Steve Rogers  |  Word Count: 1493

Warnings: Nothing but fluff. A drabble. This is what happens when I’m bored. Spotify is my nemesis. The Cure by Lady Gaga


You looked up from your book when the door opened.

Bucky, in all his combat gear stumbled into your shared suite within the Avengers compound, shedding guns, gloves, and grenades with such disregard for their explosive nature it had you leaping to your feet. The look on his face spoke plainly of just how hard the latest mission had been.

Going to him, you grabbed for the belt he was getting ready to chuck across the room, the one with at least three grenades, and gently laid it over the back of the sofa. He went still, just stood there, shaking, breathing, anger radiating off him in waves.

Lifting your hand, you laid it gently against his clenched jaw. You only had one question. “Is everyone alright?”

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“I was so lonely…tears would not leave me. And then there was the click of the door, my new husband. Dressed in shadow and darkness as he set a box at my feet, he lifted his sad eyes to me. ‘You look like you need a new friend…’ he croaked out. Pain itched on his regal face before slipping out the door. Carefully, I took the box, as a small hound poked his head from the box. No, three heads. All of their eyes blinked as their ears twitched, and their wet noses pressed to my cheeks before they kissed me lovingly. It was his first gift, but never his last. I am his queen, and we reign the underworld hand in hand.”

Persephone aesthetics

Heart on the Line (part 14)

Masterlist

You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1267
author’s note: I have a 3K+ Thor fic that’s almost done, so I decided to do something fun! Let’s see if this chapter can get 300 notes, and if/when it does then I’ll post it!

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Miss Yeh

Harry X Reader: Smut

In which Harry has been deprived for too long.

Request? No


“’M losing my fuckin’ mind.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Harry.”

“’M not, am I?” He glares at you, lips turned down deeply at the corners, voice rising in offense. “’S been nearly three weeks since I got to touch yeh.”

“You know why.” Your voice has softened some. You know what he means. The weeks of limited interaction have been equally torturous for you. But there’s a reasonable cause, and you really don’t want to get him into trouble.

“Yeah, I know,” he huffs, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms. “Doesn’ mean I like it.”

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♥ DISNEY’S MULAN SENTENCE STARTERS
feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❛ Would you like to stay for dinner? ❜
  • ❛ Would you like to stay forever? ❜
  • ❛ My children never caused such trouble. They all became acupuncturists. ❜
  • ❛ No! Your great-granddaughter had to be a cross-dresser! ❜
  • ❛ The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all. ❜
  • ❛ You don’t meet a girl like that every dynasty. ❜
  • ❛ They’re gifts, to honor the family. ❜
  • ❛ The greatest gift and honor… is having you for a daughter. ❜
  • ❛ My little baby, off to destroy people. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve heard a great deal about you. ❜
  • ❛ My powers are beyond your mortal imagination. ❜
  • ❛ Oooh! All right, that’s it! Dishonor! Dishonor on your whole family! ❜
  • ❛ Make a note of this: dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow. ❜
  • ❛ I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this before. ❜
  • ❛ Then you’re gonna have to trust me. And don’t you slap me no more. ❜
  • ❛ Okey-dokey, let’s get this show on the road! ❜
  • ❛ The truth is, we’re both frauds. ❜
  • ❛ Your ancestors never sent me, they don’t even like me. ❜
  • ❛ What? What do you mean you’re not lucky? You lied to me? ❜
  • ❛ And what are you, a sheep? ❜
  • ❛ I will never pass for a perfect bride. ❜
  • ❛ Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family’s heart. ❜
  • ❛ Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me? ❜
  • ❛ Why is my reflection someone I don’t know? ❜
  • ❛ Somehow I cannot hide who I am, though I’ve tried. ❜
  • ❛ When will my reflection show who I am inside? ❜
  • ❛ One family reunion comin’ right up. ❜
  • ❛ Okay, people, people, look alive. ❜
  • ❛ Rise and shine. Y'all way past the beauty sleep thing, trust me. ❜
  • ❛ Great. She brings home a sword. If you ask me, she should’ve brought home a man. ❜
  • ❛ Hey, get outta there! You gonna make people sick! ❜
  • ❛ Now remember, it’s your first day of trainin’, so listen to your teacher and no fightin’, play nice with the other kids, unless, of course, one of the other kids wanna fight, then you have to kick the other kid’s butt. ❜
  • ❛ But I don’t wanna kick the other kid’s butt. ❜
  • ❛ Don’t talk with your mouth full. Now let’s see your war face. ❜
  • ❛ Ooh, I think my bunny slippers just ran for cover. ❜
  • ❛ The Huns are alive! They’re in the city! ❜
  • ❛ You don’t belong here. Go home.  ❜
  • ❛ I saw them in the mountains. You have to believe me! ❜
  • ❛ Why else would I come back? ❜
  • ❛ My, what beautiful blossoms we have this year. But look, this one’s late. But I’ll bet that when it blooms, it will be the most beautiful of all. ❜
  • ❛ I tire of your arrogance, old man. Bow to me! ❜
  • ❛ No matter how the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it. ❜
  • ❛ I liiiiiiiiiive! ❜
  • ❛ I… ring the gong. ❜
  • ❛ You are the craziest man I’ve ever met, and for that I owe you my life. ❜
  • ❛ You’re king of the mountain! ❜
  • ❛ I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make your ancestors dizzy. ❜
  • ❛ Well, he doesn’t talk about me much. ❜
  • ❛ I can see why. The boy is an absolute lunatic. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve a girl at home who’s unlike any other… ❜
  • ❛ Yeah, the only girl who’d love him is his mother. ❜
  • ❛ My ancestors sent a little lizard to help me? ❜
  • ❛ Hey! Dragon. Dra-gon, not lizard. I don’t do that tongue thing. ❜
  • ❛ My little baby’s all grown up and… and savin’ China. You have a tissue? ❜
  • ❛ That was vile! You owe me big. ❜
  • ❛ I never want to see a naked man again. ❜
  • ❛ Hey, don’t look at me, I ain’t biting no more butts. ❜
  • ❛ Looks like you’re all out of ideas. ❜
  • ❛ Insubordinate ruffians! You men owe me a new pair of slippers! ❜
  • ❛ And I do not squeal like a girl. ❜
  • ❛ Urgent news from the General. ❜
  • ❛ Citizens, I need firepower. ❜
  • ❛ Um… You… You fight good. ❜
  • ❛ Ah, you ain’t worth my time, chicken boy. ❜
  • ❛ Say that to my face, you limp noodle! ❜
  • ❛ Let’s get down to business. ❜
  • ❛ Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons? ❜
  • ❛ Mister, I’ll make a man out of you. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll get that arrow, pretty boy, and I’ll do it with my shirt on. ❜
  • ❛ They popped out of the snow, like daisies! ❜
  • ❛ I don’t need anyone causing trouble in my camp. ❜
  • ❛ Does this dress make me look fat? ❜
  • ❛ You missed! How could you miss? He was three feet from you! ❜
  • ❛ It is an honor to protect my country and my family. ❜
  • ❛ I know my place! It is time you learned yours. ❜
  • ❛ I’m doomed! And all ‘cause Miss Man decides to take her little drag show on the road. ❜
  • ❛ A single grain of rice can tip the scale. ❜
  • ❛ Just because I look like a man doesn’t mean I have to smell like one. ❜
  • ❛ Man, you are one lucky bug. ❜
I Want It Fast, I Want It Loud, I Want It My Way

a/n: THIS PICTURE FUCK. i’ve rode many of things in my lifetime. ;-) just not a thigh, so this might not be accurate but heyyyyyyyyy it’s fine. and if we’re gonna be honest here, how many of y'all actually even rode a dick? let alone a thigh hahaha.  love y'all :-) (smut warning obviously) 


I’m tired. I can feel the familiar ache in my body. I want nothing more than to go home and sleep for hours on end with no interruption. “C'mon, love, lets go.” I whine into Harry’s ear. His arm that is wrapped around my hip tightens, “okay, hold on.” He absentmindedly replies. I huff out. I don’t want to hold on. What the hell am I supposed to hold on to anyways? I notice a chair on the other side of the room and I instinctively follow to it. 

 When I am seated, I rest my head against the wall and close my eyes. “Alright, up you get. It’s time to go, yeah?” Harry awakes me from my quick nap, a whine slips from my lips as I’m placed on my feet. “No.” Harry chuckles lowly as he bends down and urges me to get on my back. A sleepy smile etches on my face as I climb onto him. He stands up with ease. My head falls onto his shoulder as I fall asleep with Harry’s scent lingering around me. 

 * 

 It’s hot. I can feel sweat seeping through my shirt. 

My eyes open and adjust to the darkness. The clock reads three-thirty A.M., I can hear Harry’s breathing next to me. It’s relaxing. His arms are pulled under his pillow as he lies his head on it, curly hair flopping over. His mouth is slightly ajar, and I can’t help but look at his lips. They are such a nice shape, they’re so pink and full. The shirt I have on is soaked through with sweat as I peel it off my scorching body. The cool air soothes my skin and I sigh with relief. 

With my head back onto my pillow, I continue to stare at sleeping Harry. How can one human have so much beauty to them? Not just his looks either, he has a beautiful soul as well. My eyes skim back to his lips. God, his lips. If only they were kissing me right now. Down my neck, onto my collar bone. Biting and nipping, leaving a hickey in its place. 

 I play with the idea of waking him up just to do that, but he needs his sleep. When I make up my mind to be a good girlfriend, I groan and roll over. I hate that I’m a good person sometimes. My head is still spinning with the thought of Harry kissing me all over as I close my eyes and try to sleep. Minutes pass before I huff out and grab my phone. 

Looks like I’m not going to be sleeping tonight. One perk of having a famous boyfriend is that I can look up smut about him and totally try it the next time we have sex. And that’s what I do. I head over to my Tumblr app and type in “Harry Styles smut”. The first thing that pops up is an ask. The ask reads “OKAY but imagine riding harry’s thigh i Am HURT. You would grind down on him and it would hit your clit just right and his hands would leave marks on your hips and he could feel you soaking through his jeans, and he just gets off to you getting off FUCK”. 

 Okay what in the hell is thigh riding and why am I so wet now? My mind starts racing after smut with thigh riding involved. I’ve never heard of thigh riding, but I’m already liking it. I stay up a few more minutes, maybe hours, who really knows? Looking at smut that includes thigh riding. I’m aching for the feeling of it right now. My internal conflict is raging inside me and I think I have to wake Harry. The sleeping boy next to me looks so peaceful. How could I wake him up just to ride his thigh? I can feel myself pulsing for this feeling. “Fuck.” I groan out, I can’t wait any longer. My hand starts to shake his sleeping body, “Harry.” All he does is let out a soft groan. This is going to be harder than I thought. With a swift pull from the covers, both of our bodies are uncovered. 

Harry is naked from his hips up and he looks fucking great. The tattoos sprawled across his toned body never looked so appealing in my life. I want to run my tongue over everyone of them. Black  shorts that were around my hips fall off with a swift motion from my arms, my underwear following. Fire is in my veins. Harry visibly shutters from the loss of the covers but I climb on top of him to bring him warmth.

 "Y/N?“ He mutters, his voice raspier and deeper from sleep. Fuck, I’m literally dripping for this green eyed man. “Baby, I want to try something..” I say while unleashing kisses to his jaw and neck. “At-” He stops to check the time, “5:47 in the morning?” Huh, guess I was looking at smut longer than I thought. “Yes baby, please, I’m literally dripping for you. Plus, you have to get up an hour anyways for work.” I moan out, I can already feel his erection through his pajama pants. “Well if you insist.” He smirks. “What did you want to try?” He sits up holding me in his lap. My legs are by each of his hips and his large hands are roaming my back, hips, and thighs. “Well it’s kinda weird, but I really want to try it.” I tug my lip into my teeth, nervously awaiting his response. “Yeah? What’s it then love?” “Well- I- just- let me show you. Take off your pants.” I instruct with a shaky voice, he obliges as he lifts me off his lap. He is left in his tight boxer briefs. 

I manage to mount back onto his lap, positioning myself over his left thigh. “What’re you doing babe?” Harry asks me with puzzlement in his eyes. “Just..” I moan out as I begin to move hips on his lap. The contact of my clit to his thin boxers form incoherent moans. Harry’s hands move to my hips, gripping them. “Oh so you like thigh riding, huh?” Harry’s voice is like gravel on a road sending me to move faster as his hands insinuate rapid movements. My head nods feverishly as he moves me faster. I feel his lips attach to my breasts, sucking lightly. 

Curls are in my hands as I rock back and forth in his thigh. Cotton boxers against my clit work expertly together with the collaboration of my movements and Harry’s lips. Pleasure is racing through me leaving a beating heart and restless moans. Thoughts are construed in my mind as I try to piece together all the overwhelming things that are enveloping around me. Fuck, I’m so close. “Harry…” I moan out and he gets the hint. His inked hands grip my love handles tighter and my moves pick up pace as we move with the rhythm of an imaginary tempo. “Come for me.” Harry barely whispers in my ear as he adds a nibble to my ear lobe and before I can stop myself, I am sent over the top. An orgasm rattles through me with blacked out vision and shaking hands. Spearmint surrounds me as my head collapses into Harry'a shoulder. “I didn’t know you were into that.” Harry’s voice flows out to me and I laugh, “Yeah I didn’t either.” The clock now reads six-fifteen. 

Before Harry can react, I roll off of him and fall into my spot on our bed. The covers are pulled up over me, I hum in response. “Get some sleep, my angel.” Are words I hear before I drift off.

Half-Sister, All Burden

Dean x Sam x Reader

Reader (Adam’s sister) living with Sam and Dean in the bunker. Dean hates the reader but she made the ultimate sacrifice for him.

Warning: Character Death, Abuse

Tags: @imascreamerbabymakemeamute

Half-Sister, All Burden Part 1

Part 2 

“I am sorry guys, I didn’t think that the vampire would …” I said

“You didn’t think? You almost killed Sam!” Dean yelled.

I looked down, afraid of looking into Dean’s disappointed eyes. This was my worse nightmare ever since I started hunting with my half-brothers Sam and Dean. I was afraid that one day I would get one of them killed.

“Dean, it’s not her fault! She almost got killed too!” Sam tried to reason with Dean.

“Better her than you.” Dean said under his breath. Sam did not hear it but I did. Dean thought that I did not hear it because he rushed to help Sam into a chair to check his injuries. Sam had a rather ugly cut on his abdomen.

“CASS!! We need you here!” Dean yells. A slight flutter of wings and the angel appeared. Cass did not ask questions and went straight to healing Sam. I looked at them and realized one thing. They were the original trio. Two brothers and an angel. I was just a burden that they had to bear. After Adam and mom died, they took me in because “I was family.” Honestly, they did it because the felt guilty for leaving Adam in the cage with Lucifer.

I rushed into my room before either of them saw the tears in my eyes. It hurt, knowing that I was a burden and that I was not wanted there. I walked into my room, shut the door and collapsed onto the floor. There was a sharp pain on my thigh where I fell into some broken glass. I slowly got off the floor and started taking off my jeans. I bit my lips to stop myself from yelling out in pain.

There was long gnash on my thigh. I guessed the adrenaline kept me from feeling the pain. Suddenly, the room started to spin. The next thing I know, I was on the floor and then, there was darkness.

My eyes opened slowly. It was like in the movies where the unconscious person slowly regains consciousness. Everything went from blurry to HD in about five seconds and three blinks of the eye. I was on my bed. It smelt like it. I heard some awful yelling only to realize that Sam and Dean were having a full blown argument just five feet away from me. I closed my eyes and pretended I was still asleep.

“She is nothing more than a burden. If she had told us she was hurt, none of this would be necessary!” Dean yelled.

“Dean, you were too worried about rubbing her mistake into her face to even check her for injuries. This is your fault Dean!” Sam replied, slightly agitated.

“She almost got you killed Sam! What was I supposed to do? You are my brother! She is nothing more than dad’s bastard of a daughter!” Dean said.

“You are just jealous because she had a normal life and you did not! Face it Dean, she is our sister! We are supposed to be loving brothers.” Sam argued. Dean said nothing more and stormed out. I heard Sam pull a chair and the next thing I knew, he was holding my hand.

“Y/N, I know we have not been the best brothers in the world. I am so sorry. I should have have taken better care of you when Dean did not. In some ways, I understand you, being the younger one. But don’t worry. It will all change now. I promise, you won’t ever be a burden to us.” Sam said.

I decided that it was time that I “woke up,” so I, channeled my inner actress and faked my awakening. I made sure I blinked a couple of times, moved around slowly and moaned in pain. I opened my eyes and saw a teary eyed Sam in front of me. Sam had a big smile on his face.

“You are awake, are you alright?” asked Sam.

“I am fine, what happened?” I asked.

“Well, you were hurt. There was a huge cut on your thigh. It was worse than my injury. Why didn’t you tell me or Dean?” He asked.

“I didn’t want to be a burden, sorry. I thought I could handle it myself. I am so sorry.” I said almost crying.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t apologize. You did not do anything wrong alright. You are not a burden. If anything, you are a gift to us. Don’t tell Dean, but I have always wanted a younger sister.” Sam said.

“I won’t tell Dean. Thank you Sam.” I said.

“Call me Sammy, like Dean does.” Sam said, holding my hand.

“Okay Sammy, I love you.” I said hesitantly.

“I love you to sissy. Get some rest, I will bring you food later.” Sam said. Sam stood up, gave me a kiss on my forehead and left my room. I felt a little better and for the first time, I felt like I was loved. I rolled over and slept with a smile on my face.

After that incident, Sam and I had become closer. He and I would spend hours reading books together in the library. He convinced Dean that I could stay in the bunker and provide information to them while they were on hunts. It proved to be a good idea as I helped them crack a few of their hard cases. Sam was very proud of me and would tell me so.

Dean on the other hand was different. He started to treat me worse. He would only talk to me because Sam was in the room. When Sam was not around, he would ignore me completely. I figured that I could not be too greedy. I assumed that Dean was jealous that I was spending more time with Sam. He made sure that there were always out on cases so I would have less time with Sam. Sam realized what he was doing but did not confront him.

“Y/N, we found a case. It is in Michigan.” Sam said while standing outside my room door.

“What? But you guys just got back yesterday. Don’t you guys need to rest and recover?” I asked. Honestly, I just wanted some quality time with Sam. I missed him while he went on hunts.

“I know sissy, but Dean says that it is important and there were no other hunters around to help.” he said, looking at me sadly.

“Well, I guess that can’t be helped. I missed you though.” I said. Sam came in a sat beside me on the bed.

“I know that Dean has been doing this because he is jealous that we are together so much. I should have said something, I am sorry baby.” Sam said. He only called me baby when he wanted to make sure I did not get angry.

“I know too. Don’t worry. He is your brother first. I come second. I am okay with it, as long as both of you come back in one piece. Contrary to what you may think, I do love Dean too. I love him like how I loved daddy. Dean is a lot like daddy.

“Baby, I promise I will talk to Dean about this alright. I also promise to make sure Dean and I come back in one piece. I love you so much.” Sam said, giving me a big hug.

“I love you both, my big brothers!” I said, returning the hug.

“We’ll be back in a couple of days. We will check in every night and whenever we need too. Behave!” Dean said, standing outside my door. Sam huffed in frustration and turned toward Dean to say something but I replied before he could.

“Yes Dean, I will. Don’t worry about me.” I said. Sam turned around me and he mouthed an apology to me. He stood up and followed Dean. I took a deep breath and looked around my room. Another few days of being alone.

I spent the next few days cleaning the bunker. I washed all the bed sheets, deep cleansed the kitchen and dusted the place. When I wasn’t cleaning, I was knee deep in the lore, trying to help Sam and Dean with the up and coming monster.

After I had identified the monster, I went back to bed. It was already midnight and I was exhausted from all the work. I slept well, knowing my brothers will be back the next day. Around four in the morning, I received a call from Sam. I immediately panicked. I was worried something had happen to either of them.

“Sam! What’s wrong?” I asked. My heart was racing.

“It’s Dean, he got hurt bad. He might not make it.” said Sam. His voice was breaking.

“Where you you guys? I will be there as soon as I can.” I said. I got up and started stripping off my pajamas.

“Michigan General Hospital, drive safe sissy.” Sam said. I was heartbroken. I could sense that if Dean died, Sam would be devastated. I wished that it was me that was dying. Then, an idea hit me. I knew what I had to do.

“Sam, don’t worry. Dean will pull through. I promise you.” I said before hanging up.

There was only one way to save Dean. I put on my clothes, collected several items and then left. I was scared of what I was about to do. But I was more afraid of losing Dean.

“Hello darlin, what do I owe the pleasure?” Crowley asked.

“My brother, Dean. Save him.” I said.

“What are you willing to offer, my sweet young thing?” Crowley asked, stroking my cheek. I looked in Crowley’s eyes and sensed some sympathy, well, enough for the King of Hell.

“Anything.” I said. The next thing I knew, Crowley’s lips were on mine.

I walked in the hospital and saw Sam and Dean in the hallway. I ran straight towards Dean and gave him a big hug. The next thing I knew, I was violently pulled away from Dean.

“This is all your fault!” Dean yelled at me.

“What? I don’t understand!” I said. Did he know about the deal that I made?  

“If you had done your research, I would not have gotten hurt.” he said. Then, Sam yanked me away from Dean and into his arms. He held me close to himself.

“Dean, it is not her fault. We all did research and came up with the same conclusion. Don’t pin this on her, you selfish bastard!” Sam yelled at Dean. Sam then took my hand and pulled me out with him.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?” Dean asked.

“I am riding with Y/N!” Sam yelled back. I tried to stop Sam but he was too strong for me. I let him pull me out of the hospital. Sam opened the passenger seat door and gently shoved me inside the car. He then went around and got in the driver’s seat. We were on the road in five seconds.

It has been three weeks since Sam left Dean in Michigan. It has been an incredibly stressful week for all three of us. Sam and Dean were talking more these day, it seems like they have solved their issues. Sam has been extra loving to me. He spent more time with me. I took full advantage of it, knowing I only had a week before my time was up.

I yelled Sam’s name. No answer. I walked out to his room. He was not there. I checked the kitchen and then the library, no one but Dean. I walked in slowly. Dean was having a beer, at 10 a.m. It did not look good.

“Dean, where is Sam?” I asked.

“None of your business.” Dean said, gulping down the beer. Normally, I would have apologized and walked away. But since I only had days left, I figured that I should know the truth to why he hates me so much. I pulled a chair and sat in front of him.

“Why do you hate me so much Dean?” I asked, looking straight into his eyes.

“I don’t hate you. Why do you think I do?” Dean asked, looking away. I was furious. He was trying so hard to hide his hate for me. I made a deal to save his life and he won’t even look at me.

“Really? Ever since I you found out about me, you have treated me like shit. I tried everything I could to please you. I saved your… I am sorry that your duo became a trio. I am sorry dad did not treat you like he treated Adam and I. I am sorry I had a mother and you did not. But this is not a reason for you to just pretend I did not exist!” I yelled.

“Fine! I hate you! I hate that you had a better life with dad than me. I hate that you just barged into our lives and made us responsible for you. Most of all, I hate that you took Sammy away from me. You are nothing but a burden. You should have never been with us. If I could, I would put you in the cage with Lucifer!” Dean said. I was shocked. I did not know his hate had run so deep.

“Maybe your wish would come true.” I said. I stood up and walked out of the library.

That night, I wanted to spend the whole night with Sam. It would be my last night with my beloved brother. I would miss him the most. I faked being afraid of a nightmare to get him to stay with me. We spent the whole night talking and laughing. Sam finally slept beside me. I was awake. I spent about an hour watching him sleep. That was how I wanted to remember my brother, peaceful and happy.

Finally, I slowly got out of the bed so Sam would not wake up. I changed my clothes. I took one of Sam’s flannel and tied it around my waist. That way, I would have something of Sam’s with me. Then, I took Dean’s shirt and I wore it. I now have both of my brothers with me. I was ready for the consequence of the deal.

I walked out of the bunker. Outside, Crowley was already waiting for me. He saw the tears in my eyes.  I thought I saw him hesitate. Then he clicked his finger and we left.

Being in the cage with Lucifer was absolute hell. He was exactly how Sam described but ten times worse. He would fill my head with lies. He only mentally abused me. Apparently, Lucifer was a gentleman and would not hit a woman. That was the only good thing going for me. I was to be Lucifer’s punching bag. It keeps him from attacking the rest of hell. This went on for a long time.

— Sam’s POV

It has been almost five years since Y/N left. Dean and I have searched high and low for her. Nothing. I was devastated. Dean was sad too but somehow, I felt that he was hiding something. I never got to confronting him because I was afraid that he will leave me too. Fast forward to now, where I have to be in the cage with Lucifer to get him to work together with God.

I am afraid that Y/N is in hell. We found and killed a few crossroads demon before Crowley came and told us to “go to hell” when we asked if Y/N made a deal. I could have sworn that he knew something about Y/N. I did not press the issue. Part of me was afraid of what I would find out. The other part of me just missed her.

Now, I am about to be transported into Lucifer’s cage. I was nervous. I shook that feeling away and nodded to Crowley. He seemed a little hesitant but he motioned for Rowena to start the spell. In an instant, I was in the cage with Lucifer. He smiled at me and pointed behind me. I looked behind me, there was no one. Then I looked down and I saw her. My sister was in the cage.

I rushed to her. She seemed unharmed. There was no bruises on her body. I noticed that she was wearing Dean’s favorite t-shirt that he lost and on her waist, my flannel. I shook her and tried to wake her up. She did not move an inch. I turned around to Lucifer and was pushed down.

“Now, now, let’s not get antsy. I know you have many questions, but one at a time please.” Lucifer said with a smile on his face.

“What is she doing here?” I asked.

“She made a deal with dear ol’ Crowley. Simple as that.” Lucifer said.

“But why would she make a deal? We weren’t dying or anything. Sure we were hurt but both of us was not injured to the point of death except… Dean.” I said, looking down at my poor sister. I was mortified.

“Yup, dear sister made a deal to save her brother’s life. How touching. That is actually the reason why I was so nice to her. She knew what it felt to be abandoned by a loved one. The same way God forsook me, Dean forsook her.” Lucifer said.

I knelt down and held my sister’s body to my own. I felt the tears filling my eyes. I was filled with guilt and anger. I was angry at myself and Dean not knowing that she made a deal. I was guilty of not confronting Dean about mistreating her. I felt like a failure. I had failed my only sister.

“Enough of this sappy feelings. Let’s bring the guilty party into this court! I shall be the judge this time.” Lucifer said as he snapped his fingers.


“Dean Winchester! How do you plead?” asked Lucifer.

Yoongi’s runaway daughter. part.4 END

Yoongi and daughter AU

[part.1] [part.2] [part.3] [part.4]END


Everything felt rushed, it was all a mess, from the ambulance to the hospital, I couldn’t handle how difficult it was to see her lying there so lifelessly, seeing her like this felt as though a thousand knives were just jabbed into my chest. I deserved it, but she didn’t. My baby girl doesn’t deserve this. So why? Why was she being punished for my own mistakes? If I could take her place and be the one to have been hit, then I would.

When we got to the hospital, everything and everybody was frantic. Doctors rushed her to the emergency room whilst nurses tried their best to keep me from following in. I shouted at them, begged them to save her not even realising that my own tears quickly made a puddle on the ground. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know how to feel. I was completely broke inside. I told the members to come and they all came running not long after she had moved her into surgery. 

“This is all my fault, all of this it’s my fault.” I repeated over, now sat on one of the many seats that they had to offer outside of the operation room, head in my hands whilst my elbows rested on my knees. 

“Yoongi, it’s not your fault don’t blame yourself.” Jin hyung tried to reassure me, but honestly it didn’t work. How was I supposed to believe that when I know that non of this would have happened if I didn’t open that mouth of mine? If only I had treated her better then she wouldn’t have had to runaway.

“You have no idea what she said to me when I was holding her in my arms. Everything hit me like a ton of bricks, I realised how much I neglected her when she was in her worst condition, what kind of father was I?! She’s always looked up to me but I’ve done nothing but disappointed her.” I shouted, I didn’t mean to shout at anyone, I didn’t want to shout at anyone. But I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t help it when I was angry at myself, when my daughter was lying on that cold table being operated on. I couldn’t calm myself down and I knew that the members understood. Hoseok had tears falling down his face, he was Y/N’s favourite uncle. He acted more like a father towards her than I ever did. He was the one who took her out for ice cream. He was the one who helped me find birthday and Christmas gifts every year. He truly cared about her, and I could see just how torn he was by the way he was sat there, emotionless.

“That’s not true hyung.” Taehyung said whilst placing his hand on my shoulder. “You can’t possibly control these things, Y/N’s brave and she’s strong. She’ll pull through this I just know she will.” I really hope you’re right Taehyung.

Non of us moved from where we sat. For the last three hours, we didn’t speak to one another, we all waited here patiently for someone to walk out through those double doors to tell us that my daughter was okay and that her life was no longer in danger.

That moment came, shortly after. All of us rushed to our feet and walked towards the doctor, who was still taking her mask off her face.

“How’s my daughter? Is she okay? Did she make it?” I bombarded her with questions, I knew that but I was desperate. I needed to know.

“The operation was successful, so please rest assured. The anesthetic will wear off in a couple of hours time so please be patient. She may have amnesia, but it should be temporary, worst case scenario means she’ll never remember again.” 

“Thank you so much.” Namjoon said, as I saw nurses wheel her out on a bed. I followed her through into her room and sat right beside her without leaving for a second.

“Hyung, you should eat something.” Jimin said to me, tapping me on the shoulder with a sandwich. I shook my head and grabbed ahold of Y/N’s hand, not wanting to let go again. “I’ll leave it here, make sure you eat it.” He said before heading out, giving me some time and space.

I didn’t realise that I fell asleep until I felt something move in my grasp. I shot up and looked directly at Y/N who was now staring at me. 

“Baby girl are you okay?” I urged.

“Who are you?” She doesn’t remember me?

“You, you don’t know who I am?” I started crying, this is my fault. All of this was my fault. 

“No.” She looked at me confused. This is karma getting back at me for all the shit that I put her through, whether or not the memory loss was temporary, it hurt. It hurt so damn much to have her ask who I was and have her tell me she had no idea.

“I’m your dad.” I continued crying. But she smiled at me, her smile was always so bright and regardless of her condition, she still smiled the same way as she would have a week ago. She doesn’t know who I am anymore or any of our memories, so how is she still smiling? Then again, she’s probably smiling because she doesn’t remember the hardships I put her through. This may be hell for me, but it must be a great thing for her.

“You’re crying a lot, why? Is it because of me?” I nodded slightly.

“I’m sorry princess.”

“Don’t be, dad. Since you’re crying so much, then that must mean that you love me a lot right?”

“Of course I do!” I admitted, of course I love her. No matter the way I treated her, I still love her with my everything, she’s my little girl.

“Well that makes me really happy already so please don’t cry. Knowing that I have your love, already makes me the luckiest daughter alive.”


END

Neither a happy or a sad ending I guess?

CLOSURE!

Okay so here’s a bit more closure for you since I just came up with this idea on the spot 👀😂


Y/N’s p.o.v

The truth is, I did remember. I do still remember. Why this all happened, how it all happened. Every detail before the accident I remember clearly. Then why did you lie you ask?

Because my dad was crying, for the first time in my 14 years of living. I saw him cry. I didn’t want him to be sad, I wanted to start off fresh and this was the best way to do it. I wasn’t about to bring the past back up. Never again. 

Not when it hurts the both of us. Maybe now I can finally become the daughter he really loves, maybe now I can finally be Min Y/N without questioning my very existence.

No matter what happened in the past, I’ll still love him because he’s my father and I’m his daughter. 


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I’ve Never Been In Love Before (Owen Grady x Reader)

Originally posted by jurassicparkfilms

As requested by anon: could you please do one where reader is out in the park when I-Rex gets loose and is in the jungle with Zach and Gray & Owen’s going crazy & when he and Claire find them reader gets SUPER badly injured & Owen freaks the frick out because I need some protective/worried/loving angsty Owen in my life!

Owen vowed never to fall in love. He’d been hurt too many times in the past. Not by partners, though, but rather by the loss of friends during his Navy days and his family that had shunned him for joining in the first place. He was ashamed, in a way. After all, he was supposed to be tough and strong, and yet, under that sarcastic, laid back exterior that he’d built up, he was lonely, scared, and empty. And even worse, he’d been brought down to the point that he was afraid of something he’d never even experienced before: a meaningful, romantic relationship. His raptors offered him some comfort. A distraction. A small presence to ever so slightly fill that gaping hole within him, but he refused to allow himself to love creatures that would happily tear him to shreds if given the opportunity. No. Love was not an option for him in any capacity of the word.

And then you came along.

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Tom’s Little Sister l Harrison Osterfield

Summary: The reader is Tom Holland little sister and develops a crush on his best mate, Harrison Osterfield. Harrison brings reader to the Spiderman: Homecoming premiere and things start to develop…

Warning: Language?

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader

Type: Oneshot (extended scene here)

Requested by: @neewtmas

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A/N: I was asked by @kaya174 if I was going to do a second part to this, and I didn’t intend to but here we are! 

Part one


“So Doctor?” Amy asked swinging round the console as the doctor flicked switches here and there with a skip and and a jump. “Yes thats me” he grinned then paused suddenly “sometimes” he corrected before continuing with his jumping. “How many rooms are in this place?” she asked
“Yeah, I found a door labelled ‘scone room’” Rory said pulling a face and the doctor shot him a look “What’s wrong with that?” he asked “I like scones” he said with an additional mutter under his breath. “Yeah, but it leads to questions, how many rooms?” Amy asked again.
“Oh I don’t know um… a lot?” he said as if too many things where going on in his head and throwing his arms in the air as he thought. “Hang… on” he said pausing suddenly as if he was realising something that should have been obvious. “There’s something else… what is it?” he asked, the doctors voice had become caring and soft. “Doctor, what’s the room with the wooden door?” Amy asked curiously with a bounce as she made her way over to her best friend. His face fell. Why do all the latest companions keep asking? “Nothing, forget it” he said and tried to fake being the excitable puppy he usually was. “No” Amy said dragging out the letters in her Scottish accent. “What is it? Only door to look like its falling apart, so it has to be something” she said following him as he danced around the centre of the TARDIS. “Well of course it has to be something, it can’t literally be nothing, thats impossible. But it doesn’t matter, just leave it.”

“Right well then–“ she said before glancing at her husband and nodding. Before the doctor could stop either of them they had disappeared into the TARDIS corridors. He sighed and leaned his elbows on the console so that his head could rest in the palms of his hands in exhaustion. “Why Y/N does no one ever listen to me?” he muttered out loud.

“Amy?” Rory hissed as he followed her down the corridors. “He said don’t”
“Yeah and when do I listen to him? There is something about this door and its important” she said. On reaching the door she reached out on of her perfectly manicured hands and twisted the handle. “It won’t open” she complained
“Mind out” Rory said and she moved to one side trying to open it as well but still nothing. “Move” said a soft voice behind the pair made them freeze, look at each other with a sideways glance  before turning around to see the doctor stood there. His face was forlorn, that sad expression he did when he was thinking about the past. “Donna found this room as well…” he said and smiled sadly a little bit “I really ought to hide it better” he mused.
“Doctor, what’s in there?” Amy asked again. “Something I tried very hard to forget about” he sighed before stepping forwards and pushing the door open without even trying.

On walking in Amy and Rory saw the same thing Donna Noble had done all those years ago; dark and dusty filled with the same furniture. The TARDIS may have changed but this room is a constant. “Doctor… what is this…?” Amy asked “and who is she?” Amy pointed at a picture frame on the vanity table, it was of a girl with Y/C/H and a kind face. “She um…” it was as if the doctor was struggling to find the right words to explain what had happened, or didn’t want to. “Hang on, is that a… a cot?” Rory asked and the doctor smile sadly “Um… yeah.”

“Doctor, do you have children?” Amy asked and he shook his head “She was going to-“
“She being?”
“Y/N she was going to have a baby” he said and tears began to well in his eyes. This regeneration of the doctor is much more open emotionally than the last one.  “My baby” he added before falling on the bed, face first. What Amy and Rory didn’t know was that he had fallen onto your pillow. Breathing in the sent of your perfume that lingered behind, preserved by the TARDIS just like everything else in the room. “Doctor?” Amy asked carefully, glancing at Rory and creeping forwards to sit on the edge of the bed to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. His head rolled over to look at her, his eyes red and tear streaked cheeks. “What was she like?” Amy asked in an attempt to try and cheer him up. “She was… she was like a star… my own personal star that stayed with me. She was… she was Y/N” he told her before sitting up slowly to look at the pair. “We where going to have a baby… she worried it was going to have three heads or a space face” he chuckled remembering.

“Doctor?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m going to take a stab in the dark and say something like this has never happened before?” you asked and he glanced at you from behind the console with a frown. “You mean…?”
“I mean” you said jumping to your feet, facing him and forcing him to stop jumping around and look at you. “What if its got I don’t know… three heads or a space face?” you pulled a disgruntled face
“A space face, whats that supposed to mean?” he asked looking almost offended and going to play with something on the console. “Oh you really bother me sometimes” you huffed “you know what I mean!” he shot you another look “Time lord” you pointed at him. “Human” you pointed at yourself. “Baby” you pointed at your stomach. Tears welled a little in your eyes as you began to panic and your heart began to race. He saw the fear on your face and sighed stopping to walk round and pull you close into his arms and place a kiss on your forehead. “No, this hasn’t happened before… but I promise Y/N that I’ll keep you, both, safe.”

“What happened to her?” Amy asked pulling the doctor back to reality. “She died. She had gone to labour…” the doctor trailed off again as the tears over took. Amy’s hand flew to her mouth as her heart broke. “Y/N died… I couldn’t save her, the baby was too much like me. I killed her” he cried.

1769 - Steve x Reader

Summary:  You’re an Avenger by the name Anima, whose powers are immortality and invulnerability. You’re on a mission with a few from the team when your abilities are put to a test.

Warnings: Light swearing, light violence.

Words: +2 900

A/N: Please request! I’m up for writing just about anyting! Also, this is my first writing on this blog so please go easy on me :)))))))))

Originally posted by flyngdream

Truth be told, I quite like the thrill of warfare. Call me damaged and psychotic all you want, but there’s something about it that gets me riled up like nothing else. Perhaps it’s the patriotism in me igniting for fighting for my country? Perhaps it’s the built up rage being relieved by punching a few bad guys in the face? Perhaps it’s the fact that I know I won’t fall on the battlefield? I can’t really put a finger on the reason as to why I enjoy it so much. Maybe I am a lunatic? I don’t think I’d know if I were one. Lunacy tends to shield itself rather well from the person it possess. Let’s just say I wouldn’t be surprised if a doctor went on to tell me I was medically mad. The amount of bloodbaths I’ve gone through with a smile on my face are too many to count on my both hands.

“Y/N?” Steve called out as he looked across the Quinjet from his seat to mine, a crease carved between his brows. “We lost you there for a second.”

Had they? I didn’t realize I had been so deep in my daydreaming. “Sorry, just memorizing the Declaration of Independence in my head.” She made fun of the Captain of the America who always rolled his eyes at her nationalistic comments.

“I was going over the plan. Are you okay with being ground-bound on the west side? According to the little intel we have, that’s the side that’s the most guarded area of the premises. Lang and I will head for the center to get the files while Romanoff and Barton guard the entrance. All you need to focus on is the-”

“Bomb, yes, I got it.” She saluted only to receive yet another eye-roll.

“I hate to interrupt, but am I the only one worried that this bomb might go off? Who says it’s not an atomic bomb? We could put a big hole in the middle of Canada’s map here.” Scott said, anxiously looking between the group of five who had been assigned the mission to infiltrate the newly created Hydra facility in the middle of the cold, harsh Northwest Territories.

“It’s not atomic and it won’t blow up. If it does however, I can’t promise that I’ll go to your funeral.” She leaned her head back casually and shut her eyes to rest for a moment.

“Oh- oh you douche. That’s a low blow.” Scott whined.

“Stop it, both of you. This is a serious mission that we have in front of us. Hydra have never had a permanent structure this close to America before. If I were you, I’d take this a little more seriously. God knows what they’re up to out here.” Steve lectured before his eyes trailed out the window to the seemingly endless forests spreading out beneath them. He remained staring out for a while with an empty look in his eyes before returning his focus to within the aircraft. “How far off are we?”

“T minus 2 minutes, according to this shitty GPS system Tony upgraded to.” Natasha informed from her seat in the cockpit.

 ”You know I’m on the line, right?“ Tony’s voice erupted into everyone’s earpiece. ”Talk shit about my equipment agin and you might just have to use your own.“

“I’ll happily do that anyway. Hell, even the GPS on my phone is better than this.”

“Stop!” Steve repeated, louder and more urgently this time. I looked at him and could see the worry in his eyes which was an unsettling sight. The whole mission was really setting him on edge. Hydra had been his arch nemesis since day one as Captain America. Maybe she didn’t know everything about them, but as far as her knowledge stretched, Hydra had never left Europe in this way before, not by settling down at least. Maybe she was too uneducated about the subject to even assume how things had been and how they were, but Steve really seemed to dislike that they were so close this time around.

“We’re approaching.” Natasha broke the short silence which had filled up the Quinjet awkwardly. “I don’t know how high tech these guys are, but if they have radars, we’ve been on them for a couple of minutes at least.”

“Right. Just prepare for drop-off and we’ll handle things as we go. Y/L/N, you’re up first.” Steve ordered and I simply nodded. I unbuckled and stood up, looking down on my black and grey suit with imbedded with hundreds of vibranium disks, making it flexible yet damage-safe of incoming projectiles of as good as any kind. I slid my finger across the keypad by the back and the mechanism to the door began to buzz as the hanger lowered. Air whirled inside violently and wipped my ponytail around my neck to my throat and I narrowed my eyes as I observed the ground that no longer was so far beneath us. There was straight road which cut through the forest, leading up to the Hydra outpost with at least four guard towers along its way that I could see. No doubt there were more around the facility itself.

“Ready for drop off?” Clint, who had been silent for the hour prior, called back to make sure I was good to go. I held up a thumbs up, and on cue, the jet slowed down and steadied whilst hovering in the air.

I exhaled deeply before turning my back to the open back of the aircraft and closing my eyes again, feeling the wind grab onto my snug attire as I let myself fall backwards. As I continued to fall I peaked my eyes open, seeing the Quinjet flying across the grounds to where Steve and Scott would be dropped off. As a couple of seconds passed, I arched my back and raised my arms above my head skillfully until my body swung around in the air and aimed with my feet down. Only a split second went by before I landed with a ground breaking thud, literally. I would like to think that I timed the turn due to skill, but knowing myself it was most likely because of coincidence.

As I stood there, thanking higher forces that I had spared myself from an embarrassing landing with my whole back facing down, bullets began to pepper at my side. I slowly turned towards their source only to find three Hydra soldiers brutally shouting as they did little to none in damage. As they began to realize that themselves, their facial features turned from offensive to defensive and their open fire ceased until none existent.

“I already hate you guys…” I couldn’t help but mumble as I picked up speed with the three soldiers in my sight. In panic, they opened fire again. Bullets rained down on me like a goddamn, tropical storm and I could feel them ricochet off of both my armor and my skin. When I finally reached them, I grabbed a hold of one and threw him over the two others, knocking them all to the ground. They tried to scramble to their feet but before they could I held one of their rifles in my hand and grabbed the end of the barrel.

“Don’t…” I used the weapon as a golf club and hit the head of one of the men, knocking him out. “Be…” I hit another. “Dicks!” I hit the end of the weapon in the head of the remaining soldier and let it go afterwards, the rifle flying down the cliffs which began shortly outside of the fence surrounding the premises.

“Language.” Steve commented into my earpiece and I couldn’t help but let out a long groan.

“Don’t you start with that again.” I warned him, not in the mood to have my profanity pointed out. As the line remained silent after that I grabbed the two rifles left on the ground before I continued my way inside. I put my free hand into the net fencing and tore it apart, creating a hole large enough for me to enter through. A soldier patrolling on the roof of the concrete structure opened fire and I took one of the rifles in my hand and threw it like a dart, knocking the soldier to the ground like someone had slapped a fly with a flapper.

“Tell me when you got eyes on your target, Anima.” It was Steve again, and my focus was pulled from reality upon hearing him call me by my superhero name, or whatever I was. He never used it, never used any of the names we all were called. I can’t honestly tell if I like it or not. I can’t tell in what way he said it either. Unemotionally and negatively, or motivationally and inspiringly?

“Yes, sir.” I couldn’t think of a witty answer. A few soldiers had rushed out upon hearing the shooting and fired at my head and upper body, a few bad shots hitting my legs and the ground behind me. “Could you not?” I turned towards them. As they didn’t as much as stutter in their attack, I took the last rifle and threw it towards them. They flew back into the wall beside the door where they had exited and unconsciously sagged to the ground into a pile.

Anima was not something I came up with myself, but I did allow it to stick around. Originally it had been Peter’s idea. When I first became part of the team, months after things had settled after their civil dispute, a late night in the Stark Tower after an all too long party, a rather tipsy Tony insisted that I should have a superhero name. I had refused at first but everyone else had liked Tony’s idea and before I knew it, Peter had names me after the Latin word for life. It grew in the team and I didn’t really argue about the naming, so it stuck. Now, that A clings onto the upper parts of my suit like an emblem I should be proud to wear, which I actually kind of am.

I was inside before I knew it but things didn’t exactly looked how my mind had pictured. There was a huge room like that of a hangar, a few cars in one end and a dozen of guards surrounding my obvious target in the very center. They opened fire, just like all their coworkers, and I pushed forwards in their peppering ammunition.

“God that’s loud.” Clint commented on the line, referring to noise from my end.

“I’ve tried to tell them to stop a few times now but it seems they don’t want to listen.” I replied as I reached the men. They tried to engage in hand to hand combat instead but I began to knock out one by one slowly but surely. As my focus was on grabbing a guy from the floor and toss him down the large room, a crash filled my left ear as I felt a poke at my cheek. I turned my head around just in time to see the shards of a knife fall to the floor, a soldier standing with its handle by my head where he had attempted to pierce it.

“Did- did you just try to stab me, in the face?” I questioned him, watching the blood drain from his own face in absolute horror. “Do you know how much I like my face?!” I grabbed hold of his body armor and slammed him down to the ground. His helmet pushed up over his forehead but he was still able to see. “Did you seriously think I’d let you get away with that?”

I waited, gave him time to come up with some kind of an answer, but as he began to whimper in fear and rattle like a dry leaf in the wind, I used my head against his own to juggernaut his ass to sleep. I rose to my feet, eyes locking onto the bomb centered in the great hall when I noticed the small screen on it, my limbs numbing upon realization.

“Fuck!” My hands reflexively went to my head to pull at my hair, but it was tightly kept back and I felt my hands drop to my sides.

“Lang-”

“It has a timer!” I interrupted Steve, definitely not in the mood to be scolded cause of my language. “The bomb has a fucking timer on two minutes!”

“What?” It was Natasha, not wanting to believe what I was saying.

“One minute fifty seconds! There are no buttons on it, no wires. I can’t disarm it!” I could feel my breaths becoming shallow, my heart racing inside my chest. I’ve never been worried about dying, simply because I can’t, but everyone I know doesn’t have the blessing in a curse of being immortal and invulnerable. The blast radius of the bomb could be the size of the room it was in, but most likely it would wipe out the entire base and then some. Hell, even what Scott said about it being an atomic one seemed plausible when the timer was ticking down right before my very own eyes.

“Scott, you need to get to Y/N and get inside the bomb. We need to disarm it..” Steve ordered and I just shook my head, not caring that no one was around to see me do it.

“There’s no time! I’m improvising.” I watched as the timer went past one minute as I picked it up, cradling the cylindric piece of metal in my arms. I could hear Steve yell something about not doing anything stupid through my earpiece, but frankly, I couldn’t care less of what he had to say. I was holding a bomb and god knows how much it’ll take down with it if it goes off. I emerged from the door I had entered through, almost tripping over the soldiers still hanging around outside. I began to turn the corner when more billets began to rain down and I threw myself back to the safety of the wall. That way was a no go, so to the left it was.

I walked around the other corner of the extended part of the facility, a clearing which seemed to be a landing area for helicopters and such expanding before me. I glanced down at the bomb, seeing that the timer was down to forty already. “I’m north west of my drop-off point and I really need you guys not to come here right now.” I said as I came to the middle of the landing platform, kneeling to the ground with the bomb resting against my thighs.

“Y/N, I see you.” It was Steve. I looked up only to see him and Scott further away, far enough so that I couldn’t see their faces properly. “Don’t do this. We don’t know if you’ll survive!”

“Get back, Captain!” I called out, probably audible physically as well as over the intercom. “I walked around Hiroshima the day after the bomb dropped. I kissed a guy who died of the plague, whilst he was kissing me! I’ll be fine!”

“You’ve never contained a bomb before, you stubborn idiot! Drop it and run!” Steve truly begged now.

I looked down towards the timer, seeing it count down to ten. I took long breaths, feeling my body relax as I cradled over the bomb and covered as much of it as I could, a smile spreading on my face. “Cover your ears, guys. This one is gonna be loud-”

The bomb detonated. Flames whirled out from the areas where her body hadn’t covered it. Steve and Scott flew into the wall behind them as the shockwave rammed into them. The ground quakes at their feet and the Hydra base around them rattled in the bombs wake. Steve crawled up to his hands and knees before grabbing ahold of the wall for support. His knees buckled but he managed to stand, eyes gazing out over the helipad where he saw nothing but smoke.

“No…” He felt his heart sink. “No, no, no. Please-”

Steve went quiet as the smoke began to clear out, my body being detectable in its midst. I brushed sooth off of my attire, pouring as it stained the grey fabric black.

“Are you kidding me? I just cleaned this.” I tried to rub it with my fabric clad hand, my fingers peaking out from the fingerless gloves being just as black as them thanks to the sooth which was there too, along with the rest of my body.

“Oh you f-…” Steve cut himself off, beginning to jog my way. I tried to not look over at him as if I hadn’t noticed him. Instead, I nonchalantly continued my useless attempts in cleaning myself up. As Steve from out of nowhere was an arms length away, I looked up only to have two, huge arms wrapped around me. My eyes blew open and my body remained stiff as a stick as he continued to hug me without remorse.

“Uh… Steve? You good?” I questioned as I tried to wiggle my arms free and could feel him tighten his grip of me instead. After a few more seconds he let go and looked into my eyes, his being burning red from the smoke around us.

“You’re a damn idiot, you know that?” He seemed to wait for an answer, and I awkwardly broke eye contact before smiling again.

“I was born in 1769, Steve. I think I’ll live a little longer.”

kuroken; kuroo finds solace in the quietness of kenma’s room.

The GAME OVER screen is flashing on Kenma’s DS screen, but for once he isn’t mashing the A button trying to skip back to his last save point. Instead, his eyes are on the mess of black hair sprawled in front of him.

Something is wrong.

“Kuro,” Kenma murmurs, “my feet are asleep.”

It takes three seconds longer than usual for Kuroo to remove himself from Kenma’s knees. Kenma watches as the other boy slides off, but as soon as Kuroo’s head hits the bed, he has his arms latched around Kenma’s middle again, his face pressed into Kenma’s side. 

Quietly, Kenma shuts off his DS and sets it aside. He lowers a hand onto the thick black locks spilling across his mattress, patting Kuroo’s head once, twice, and then he’s settling into a steady rhythm smoothing the messy hair back gently. The other boy doesn’t make a sound, only pushes his face closer against Kenma’s body until Kenma’s half-pressed to check if he can still breathe.

“Bad day?” he says into the silence of his bedroom, even though he already knows the answer. Kuroo isn’t like him; when the older boy is feeling down, he doesn’t let it show. He shoulders his way through the day, bearing that annoying smirk of his, keeping his upset inside himself until he’s behind closed doors and there is no risk of anyone else hurting because of him. It’s stupidly kind of him, suffering where no one can see.

Sometimes Kenma wishes Kuroo was more selfish. That Kuroo would rely on others more, instead of always being the one relied on. But times like this, when Kuroo is all quiet and pliant against him, Kenma can only offer him soft comfort. Kenma can only stay.

Kenma talks. He talks about what little he remembers from class today, the bad jokes Yamamoto was telling in the clubroom. He talks about Shouyou’s text messages about his sister, about the meat buns Karasuno’s captain buys them after practice. He talks about the cat he saw on the way to school, the way the city lights twinkle in the distance when they rode the train home, the way his mother hums while reheating dinner for them. He talks about his video games, about remember whens. He talks until Kuroo’s breathing evens out, and soft snores join his quiet voice in the stillness of his room. 

He brushes back Kuroo’s hair one more time. Carefully, he shifts until he’s lying down next to his best friend, curled up within Kuroo’s strong arms so the other doesn’t wake up flailing in the middle of the night, searching blindly and cold. Kenma presses a kiss against Kuroo’s forehead.

“Sweet dreams, Kuro,” he whispers. 

anonymous asked:

So are we just using “mansplain” to refer to a man giving a correct response to something or what? Cuz….he aint wrong…. Also, another term is "condescending" and it isn't gender exclusive.

So, like, I have this cat who is a complete useless mess of a cat. His name is Etrigan but he answers to Asshole and also to Shitbug and Fuckface, and he’s around six, I think.

I’ve had him since he was a kitten, and he never really stopped being a kitten.  Like, his behavior hasn’t changed at all.

And the thing about Etrigan is that he is so ridiculously bad at being a cat that I am having trouble articulating just how bad.

I had to TEACH him to find a treat held in my open palm.  He was trying to eat it from underneath.  While drooling all over himself.

He once spent 5 minutes trying to get out of a closed room with a sandwich two feet from him because he thought I took the sandwich with me.  

It took him three years to develop something like object constancy. This one time my ex buried me under Christmas paper WHILE HE WAS WATCHING, he was so goddamn confused and once my face had been covered up he couldn’t figure out where I had gone.

And he has never been good at cuddling. Like, you pick him up and suddenly, somehow, he is like a furry octopus comprised entirely of elbows and butthole.

But in the past few months he has started to figure it out.  We have uncovered hidden depths.  He’s the best in the house at treat puzzles.  He’s learned to open drawers.  And he’s learned to cuddle.

I was having a really shitty day last week, and I spent most of it hiding in bed.  He stayed with me almost the whole time, getting up only to drink and use the litter.  He pressed his long, heavy body against my hip or legs, or lay just right so I could put my arm over him and play phone games while I felt his big purr rumble through me.  He came and sniffed my eyes which was creepy but I think he meant well.

At no point did he do the things he usually does: stomp on my tits and/or bladder, flop over with his asshole right in my face, flop over and hit me in the head with the entire back half of his body, lie so that I can’t use either arm to do anything, lie against me and start vigorously washing himself with loud disgusting smacks, lie with his face in mine and purr with his mouth open so I have to smell his cat breath, lie with his face in mine and gently reach out to caress my cheek with all five claws out to show how much he cares, or fart copiously.

And the other day he let me pick him up and snuggle him, just a little.

So, like, he’s improved, and is better at being a friend than he was before.  He’s a handsome boy with a heart of gold, he’s made of bad decisions and radiant love, and it’s really gratifying to see him reach his full potential as a cuddlebug.

This is him, acting like he usually does when you pick him up:

He’s a good boy.

Peter?

This is a submitted series by a writer who wished to stay anonymous, so I will be transferring their submissions to text posts yay! I just wanted to make it known that this work is not mine, and all credits go to the original author that decided to submit their series to my blog. Enjoy! :))


Pairing: Peter Parker/fem!Reader

Rated: T
Tags/Triggers(?): reader has an anxiety disorder
Summary: When Y/N moves to New York to attend a higher-level science and math school she only goes with the hope of getting a good education. But a certain cute nerdy with a camera makes her hope for a few other things as well.

Currently estimating this to be about twelve/thirteen chapters long and I’m gonna shoot for updates every Wednesday.

Super excited to be submitting this to the truly lovely Krys and I hope you all enjoy!

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Help Me Get The Girl Part 6 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,897

Warnings: Language

A/N: Hello there!  I’m like 10x less sick so I finally got this written!  The two songs mentioned in this part are Tenerife Sea and One by Ed Sheeran.  TWO OF MY FAVORITE SONGS EVER!  I really hope you like this part because it’s a very special one that I have been thinking about for a long time. (not my gif)

Your POV:

My feet felt like they were filled with sand, weighed down to the ground so that I couldn’t move them.  My eyes traveled back and forth from Ethan to Grayson.  Their faces mirror each other, both holding an expression of disbelief. This had seemingly been an unexpected even for all three of us.

My hands reached up to brush lightly against my lips, still unsure if the kiss had actually happened.  Ethan took a small step toward us but quickly changed his mind, an uneasy sigh escaping his lips. This silence was unsettling, it was breathless, it was suffocating.  I wanted to break the ice.  I wanted to end whatever was happening right now.  But I didn’t know what to say, so I spoke the truth.  The brutal, honest truth that I didn’t want to utter.

“This is why I asked you not to touch me.” I forced out.  I blinked back tears as I pushed my way past Ethan without looking back.  My bottom lip was tucked in between my teeth, the pressure almost strong enough to draw blood.  I knew that if I left right now, it would be obvious that something had happened.  I knew that if I stayed it would be awkward for the three of us.  

I chose to stay and try to ignore that the situation even happened.  As I joined the rest of the group, I took my place next to Grace, noticing that my drink was right where Ethan promised it’d be. I reached down for it, my throat had started to feel extremely dry.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Grace was giving me a questioning look, but I ignored it, downing every last bit of the Dr. Pepper that had been poured for me.  For some reason, maybe due to tonight’s events flustering me, I thought it would be alcohol, but it wasn’t—it was a school night.  God, did I wish it was alcohol.

“Dude, are you good?” Grace’s voice brought me back to reality. “I’ve never seen anyone down a soda that fast.” She let out a small, yet uneasy chuckle.

Awkwardly, I set down my cup, plastering a fake smile on my face.  “Yeah, I’m just really thirsty.” It wasn’t a lie.

“Why are your eyes all red?  Were you crying?” her expression changed from humored to concerned in a snap.  “What’s wrong?”

“Oh!” I said much louder than I intended, “I rubbed my eyes and a speck of mascara flaked off my eyelashes and into my eyes.  I kept trying to get it out and by time I finally did my eyes were like waterfalls.  They’re so easily irritated.” I rambled off at a nearly unattainable speed.

Her mouth formed an ‘oh’ and she nodded her head.  “Girl I’ve had that happen.  It’s the worst!” and with that everything turned back to normal.  “Where are Gray and E?  I have something to ask of you guys.”

“We’re right here!” Ethan’s voice caught our attention.  Grayson was trailing behind him, avoiding all eye contact with me.  Ethan took a seat next to me, his hand resting on my thigh, giving me a reassuring squeeze.  I placed my hand on top of his, absentmindedly lacing our fingers together.  Grayson who had taken a seat next to Grace stared at our connected hands, his eyebrows pulled together, his jaw clenched as tight as it could be.

“So what did you need, Grace?” I asked, my eyes focusing back on my friend.

“Okay, so, as you all know, my father has his company’s annual charity ball coming up.” She eyed us with hope.  “And at this ball there is always a dance performed like you know back in the day, all those classical Victorian era moves and shit.”

“Yeah…” I trailed off, “And we all said no to attending already.” I reminded her, knowing exactly where this was going.

She held up her hand to stop me, “Just hear me out.  The performance company set to perform has dropped out due to an overscheduling issue.  We contacted a local dance studio who offered to fill in, but there are still a few spots that need to be filled.  My sister and her boyfriend offered to join which means we only need two more couples.”

“No.  No!” I stood up.  “No way in hell am I dancing in front of hundreds of people at the community’s biggest charity ball.  Our community’s ONLY charity ball!”

Ethan raised his hand, “I’m going to have to second this.  I’ve got two left feet.  You and Gray can do it.  He’s pretty good at picking up new things.”

Grayson shrugged, “I’m down for whatever.”

“There you go!” I gestured to Grayson without looking at him.  “You only have one more couple to find!  One step closer.”

Grace’s hand went to her forehead, massaging right above her eyes, “Y/n, please. It’s just one night.  We learn the dance tomorrow; the ball is this weekend! Please, as a friend, do this for me.” She gave me puppy eyes.  Of course she would pull the ‘as a friend’ card.  

“I don’t have a ball gown, Grace!  Ethan can’t dance for shit!  And tomorrow I have a family gathering in the evening, I can’t make the practice!  You’re going to have to find someone else.” Each word I spoke was the truth.  I’ve seen the way Ethan moves, he can’t keep with the beat very well.  He would need someone truly experienced to make it successful.

“We can get you a gown on Thursday or Friday.  I’ll dance with Ethan; I’ve done this plenty of times and you can dance with Grayson.  Grayson can come to practice and then teach you some other time!” For the first time since he’d been outside with us, I looked at Grayson who was equally as shocked as me.  “Right, Gray?” she batted her eyelashes.

In my mind I kept begging her to stop.  Stop batting your damn eyelashes.

“Y- yeah.” He stuttered.

“Then it’s settled!” she clapped her hands together and squealed.

My wide eyes settled on Ethan who shrugged, giving in all too easily.  I closed my eyes in frustration, accepting my fate.  As if things couldn’t get worse, I now have to attend a ball with Grayson Bailey Dolan as my dance partner.

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“How about this one?” Grace held up a long, light pink dress.  It looked like something a 5-year-old would wear while playing dress up.  Grace and I had complete opposite taste in clothing.  She was all about purples, pinks, light yellows, etc. which is fine, but I was more of a darker colors person, not too many frilly things on it. I knew that by the end of the day we would have to find a happy medium.  Something that was a darker color, but still had a bit of lace or sparkle on it to make her happy.

“I’m not a child, Grace.  No thanks.” I snipped, turning back to the rack.

“You’re hard to please.” She complained, dramatically hanging it back up.

I rolled my eyes, “You think I’m hard to please because you’re pulling out dresses that you would wear, not me.”

“Fine!” she grunted, “If we’re fitting your style you can get this one!” she held up a dress that looked like it had been designed back in the late 50’s. It was a plum purple and looked like an outfit that an evil step mother would wear.  I waved it off, a small smile dancing on my lips as she laughed, shoving it back in with the rest of the dresses.

We continued to rummage through the dresses, finding nothing that I liked and I was starting to think that I should just settle, it was only going to be one night. The selection wasn’t huge because we were in the clearance section.  I couldn’t afford anything too expensive so we were in the dresses under $500 whereas Grace’s was probably over $10,000 I’m sure.

I ran my finders down the line of dresses, my eyes seeing Grace drift over to the more expensive dresses.  My pace started to pick up to stop her from falling in love with a dress that was out of my limits, but I was too late.  I heard her gasp as she approached a mannequin.

“It’s perfect for you.” She said in awe, her hands pulling the fabric out for examination.

I stopped next to her, realizing that she was right.  There was no way that I couldn’t fall in love with this dress. It was a darker shade of gray that almost looked black.  It had a weaved bodice which is what I’m sure attracted Grace to it.  The skirt area consisted of numerous layers of soft tulle material that ranged from a nearly black shade to a lighter gray.  

My hands grasped the price tag and immediately let go once I saw the price. “Grace, $9,000!  No way!  I can’t afford this!”

“Just try it on!” she begged.  “We NEED to know what it looks like on.”

I sighed, “Fine.”

“Ma’am!” Grace called the employee over, “My friend would like to try this on!”

           A couple minutes later, I was stood in front of a mirror, my heart racing faster than it ever had.  Not only because I was wearing something worth more than my car, but because I had never felt that beautiful before.

           “Oh, Y/n, you look beautiful!  I told you this was the dress!” she fluffed the skirt up.

           “It’s gorgeous.” I mumbled.  “I can’t afford it though.” I turned to get a view of what it looked like to the side.  My hand moved down the fabric on my abdomen.

           “You don’t have to pay for it.  While you were changing I asked my dad if we could get it for you.  Of course he said yes, he loves you!  After all you’ve done for me—this is nothing.” She paused for a beat, “I can’t ever repay you for all you’ve done for me.  So, please let us do this for you.”

           “I can’t let you.  It’s only one night.  It’s not worth spending $9,000 for one night.” But she didn’t listen to me.  Before I could stop her, she had pulled a credit card out of her purse, ripped the price tag off of the dress, and left the dressing room area.


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It was Friday night, the last day before the ball.  I had to go to learn the dance with Grayson and I was dreading it. We hadn’t spoken since the kiss and we were both avoiding each other as much as possible.  I rang the doorbell which wasn’t like me, I was always one to just let myself into their place.  Grayson opened the door, moving to let me in.

My steps into the house were slow and hesitant.   I was slow enough that he shut the door and walked past me.  I followed behind, leaving a good amount of distance between the two of us.  He reached and grabbed a Bluetooth speaker off of the counter and went to the back door. Again, he opened the door for me and let me out first like the gentleman he was.  He shut the door and walked down the patio steps onto the grass.  He went to the center of the yard, placing the speaker down, gesturing for me to join him.

“Take your shoes off.” He instructed as he did so.

I slid my feet out of my sandals, my eyes still locked onto his.  I kicked them to the side to give us plenty of room. “Why did I need to take my sandals off?” I asked.

“It will be easier for our feet to move against the grass.” He explained, pulling his cell phone out from his pocket.  “So, luckily, Grace got her father to agree to a modern song rather than one sounding like it was set in the Victorian era.  We’re going to be dancing to Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran.”

“That’s my favorite song.” I said under my breath.

“Yeah, I know.” He flashed a small smile that disappeared all too soon.  “So first we’re going to go through the steps in bits, then we’re going to put them all together, then we’ll dance to the music. Sound good?”

“Do I really have a choice?” I chuckled.

“Nah.” He grinned back at me.  “Okay, stay there, I’m going to take a few steps back from you.” He strolled backwards till there were about 5 feet between us.  “First we are going to turn to the side, facing opposite directions and take 4 steps forward.  I’ll give us a tempo.” He started to snap his fingers.  “You’re going to step-pause.” I mimicked him for the 4 steps.  And from there it just got more complicated.

Grayson was a pretty good teacher and never went on without making sure that I had gotten the steps down.  We worked through the dance a few times, my mess ups lessening each time.  It was nice that he was encouraging the whole time, especially the parts where we were so close you could barely fit a credit card in-between the two of us.

“Are you ready to put it to music?” he asked, picking his phone up off the ground. I nodded my head, taking a deep breath. “Don’t worry, you’ll do great and don’t forget that we start right when the music begins.”  Again I nodded and got into my position.

He nodded to me before pressing play.  Instantly I froze and didn’t move.  He noticed right away and stopped the music.  “You can do it.  Don’t over think it, okay?” he encouraged me gently before we reset ourselves.  The music started again and I found myself moving to the beat of the intro successfully.  Grayson sent me a small smile before we switched directions to take four steps back to our original spots.

You look so wonderful in your dress
I love your hair like that
The way it falls on the side of your neck
Down your shoulders and back 

I followed the movements he had instructed me to do, our eyes remaining on each other’s.  We slowly moved closer to each other and with each step my breathing got deeper.

We are surrounded by all of these lies
And people who talk too much
You got the kind of look in your eyes
As if no one knows anything but us

Our hands raised, leaving about an inch between them as we started to turn in a circle.  We repeated this movement in the opposite direction before he took my hand into his, his other hand resting against my lower back, pulling me closer to him.

Should this be the last thing I see
I want you to know it’s enough for me
‘Cause all that you are is all that I’ll ever need

           We started to move in sync, him taking the lead, knowing that I was still nervous as hell.  I found myself squeezing his hand a little tighter.  His thumb was making small movements against my back to comfort me. Let me tell you… it was working.

I’m so in love, so in love
So in love, so in love

           Our pace started to pick up with the chorus.  We started to waltz as we moved in circles on the open space.  I could feel how easily we glided over the grass without our shoes on. As we continued to move Grayson’s grip on my hand loosened as he said “turn now” and I followed his instruction.  Our fingers danced together as my body twirled around to resume its position against his.

           We continued to dance, our eyes never leaving each other’s.  Each lyric made me realize just how much I loved being this close to him.  The words spoke to me in a way that they had never done before.  Because if this was the last moment I had in my life, it would completely be enough for me.

           As the song came to an end our bodies slowed to a pause and his hand lifted to my neck, his thumb brushing against my jawline.  His touch sent a fire through my skin, a pleasurable warmth that was so addictive.  He leaned forward and pressed his lips against my forehead, letting them linger longer than I had expected.  He pulled me closer to him again as his phone shuffled the songs on the album and started to play another Ed Sheeran song called One.

           And we swayed to the music, my hand in his again and my head resting against his chest.  A single tear rolled down my cheek, the patio lights the only thing lighting up my face in the now dark night.  So I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment that I would never get again.  The moment that made me feel like I was actually enough for someone.

All my senses come to life
While I’m stumbling home as drunk as I
Have ever been and I’ll never leave again
'Cause you are the only one
And all my friends have gone to find
Another place to let their hearts collide
Just promise me, you’ll always be a friend
'Cause you are the only one


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This took a while I know and I’m super sorry.  I’m interested who you want the reader to be with after this part :)

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jealousy | rucas oneshot

Prompt: I was requested to write a oneshot based on a cute comic that I’ll link at the bottom. I thought it was super cute and funny and obviously reminded me of rucas so here it is. Enjoy xoxox
Word Count: 2,345

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The early morning sun was already well risen by the time Riley and Lucas pulled into the parking lot of a Starbucks, leaving the ground smoldered in a disoriented haze. Even the birds stood silent as if it was too hot to move, the first heat wave of the summer showing no mercy to it’s New York inhabitants.

Much to Lucas’ dismay the AC in his car had finally bit the dust, leaving the two newly graduated seniors to sweat in the unforgiving heat. The plan was to spend the summer before their freshman year of college going on adventures together. First on their list was a road trip to Niagara Falls but now that the air conditioner was a no go, Lucas was starting to have his doubts.

“Maybe it’s a sign.” He frowns, feeling the hot air being released from the vents. Riley smiles at him, reaching her hand out to see for herself. She didn’t think it was possible but it seemed the air blowing into their faces was hotter than the actual outside air.

“Why don’t we just drive with the windows down? Once we pick up speed it shouldn’t be that bad.” She tried to remain as optimistic as possible. She had been looking forward to this road trip since Lucas mentioned it last summer and she hated the thought of having to call it off just because of a little hot air. Okay, a lot of hot air. But still, she wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

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Boring Board Game: Sam x Reader Smut

Imagine: Fooling around with Sam after Dean falls asleep.

Warnings: Smut

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Fandom: Supernatural

Notes: I wrote this at 3 am.


“Can you guys shut the hell up? I’m trying to sleep.” Dean groaned from the couch. He had chosen to sleep in the living room because he had spilt water all over his bed.

You rolled your eyes and Sam smirked, looking back down the the game you were seated around. You were bored and found some old timey board game, Sam suggested you try it out. You replied with a ‘why not’. It was pretty dumb, a basic roll the dice move your piece kind of thing.

“How about we make it a bit more interesting.” You huffed in boredom as you moved your piece up three squares.

Sam looked up to you, adjusting his legs. The floor was a bit uncomfortable but it was in the middle of the living room, so you had plenty of space. You would have used a table but the board was way too big to fit on any table in the bunker. “How so?” He asked with an amused smile on his face.

You smiled innocently, shrugging it. Looking back to Dean to make sure he was asleep, you leaned closer to Sam. Locking eyes with him your smile turned not so innocent. “If one of us rolls a five, we remove one article of clothing. The other player gets to choose.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Seriously? Are you twelve?” He asked but when he saw you were deadly serious he swallowed hard and looked over to Dean, who was snoring. He sighed before his hazel eyes flicked back over to you. “Alright, sure. You first.”

You smiled and changed sitting positions, now sitting on your feet. You shook the dice in your hands and let it fall on the board with a clatter. You rolled a three and a six. You smirked in triumph and moved your piece up nine squares.

Time was slow as Sam picked up the two small cubes, shook them in his hands and let them fall onto the board. A four and a two. You mentally cursed and Sam saw your look of disappointment, smirking and shaking his head as he moved his piece.

The process repeated until you finally rolled a five. You hadn’t counted on you being the first to roll a five. And two, at that. Your cheeks heated up and you looked up at Sam. He was smirking, a look of smug success on his face.

“Screw you.” You laughed quietly and looked back to Dean, who had his face planted in his pillow. He was fast asleep. And thankfully he was a deep sleeper when he knew Sam was awake.

“Socks.” Sam said and you looked back to him, raising a brow. He just shrugged. “Don’t wanna start off too quickly, or we’d be naked in three turns.” He said and your cheeks heated up as he spoke. He sure was serious about the situation.

You took your feet out from under your thighs and removed your pink socks, tucking them into each other and tossing it towards the dining room. You’d get them later. You smirked once you were done, but the look on Sam’s face got you worried.

“And, your shirt.” He said and your breath caught in your throat. Blood started to flow between your legs and you looked at Dean again, which was starting to get annoying. Sam noticed your hesitation. “Want to go to my room?” He offered and you tried not to whimper in excitement.

You just nodded and grabbed the two dice, your two player pieces, and let Sam grab the board. The walk to his room was silent and full of tension, as you walked up the stairs you could feel him staring at you and it made your movements hurt in anticipation.

When you finally got into his room he shut the door behind you, locking it. The pieces in your hands felt extremely heavy as Sam laid out the large board on his floor, sitting down cross legged. He looked up to you and you swallowed, sitting down in the same position as you. When he didn’t speak you remembered you were supposed to take off your shirt.

You looked down to your button up silk nightshirt nervously, your trembling hands reaching up to the bottom button. It slipped out of the hole with ease and you continued on upwards, the last button leaving you almost bare. You had forgotten you had a tank top on under it and you almost laughed at the irony, you were so scared for nothing. You threw the shirt behind you, the cool air raising goosebumps on your newly exposed arms and shoulders.

Sam smirked, rolling his eyes. “Fair enough.” He sighed and put the pieces back where they were, picking up the two dice cubes. He shook them in his palms and let them loose with a deafening clack on the wooden board. You leaned forward with your heart pounding. A five and a two. You looked up to him with a wicked, cocky grin.

“Shirt.” You said and leaned back with your arms crossed, confidence back. But it quickly faded as Sam pulled the plain tee-shirt over his head, his practically impossibly perfect muscles making your mouth water. He was golden tan, his skin littered with a few scars here and there but otherwise perfect. Of course, he noticed you staring and he smiled, looking down. His smile wasn’t cocky anymore, he looked bashful. Sam Winchester? Bashful? Hah! That’s funny.

But when you saw the blush on his cheeks you knew that it was exactly his current emotion. Your heart lurched and you smiled, he was so cute it broke your heart.

“Your turn.” He said as he moved his pieces and you snapped out of your daze, picking up the two dice. You shook and rolled, getting a two and a three. You sighed in disappointment and moved your pieces, handing the dice to Sam. He got a four and a six, which seemed to disappoint him as well, and he handed them back to you.

You almost prayed as you let the dice roll out of your hands. They flipped and spun, finally deciding to land on a five and a three. You moved your pieces and looked up, biting your lip. “Pants.” Your voice was barely a whisper and he swallowed hard, glancing down at his sweatpants.

“What have you gotten me into?” He muttered to himself and you bit your bottom lip, watching him as he stood up and untied the strings on his gray pants. He let them fall and he kicked them away, staring at you and waiting for a reaction.

Your throat and mouth dried, everything seeming to freeze. He was so beautiful it was unbelievable. His legs were toned as well, his boxers hiding too much. When he sat back down you suddenly felt you were wearing too much and you hoped he’d roll two fives.

Your wish came true as he let the dice fall, the tension so thick you could taste it. His eyes flickered up to yours, which were glued to the five black dots on both white dice. You slowly looked up, licking your lips and waiting for him to speak.

“Shorts.” He said and you struggled to stand, the undeniable lust making you shake. Your fingers went to the hem of your pajama shorts, slipping them into the waistband. You took your time sliding them down your thighs, letting them pool around your ankles. You kicked them away, right next to Sam’s sweatpants, and you sat back down cross-legged.

Sam’s eyes shamefully landed between your legs, which were giving him a perfect view. He shifted, swallowing hard as he looked back up to you. “Tank-top.” His voice was deep now, deep and serious. You shuddered at his voice, chills running up your spine as you grabbed the bottom of your tank-top and pulled it over your head. You heard him sigh as you threw it behind you, his eyes roaming over your bare chest. He licked his lips and looked up to you, his eyes flittering around nervously. If you hadn’t known Sam for so long you’d think he was a virgin.

You didn’t know what to say so you reached out to grab the dice but Sam’s hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you and startling you at the same time. You looked up with furrowed brows, a question forming on your lips but Sam stopped you.

“I think, we both know it isn’t about this stupid game anymore.” Sam said breathlessly, looking into your eyes. Your lips parted and your breath caught in your throat, his gaze was so intense it shook you. You could feel wetness forming between your legs and you closed your eyes, letting out a sigh. This was so much you could orgasm right then and there.

You nodded at his words and Sam leaned forward, smashing his lips against yours. His lips were so soft and plump, they matched your perfectly and you sighed into his mouth. He used one hand to run through your hair and the other to steady you at the small of your back so you didn’t fall backwards. He gasped in pain as the player piece dug angrily into his thigh and you looked down, smiling nervously. “Bed?” You asked and he nodded, grimacing.

You stood up and all but flung yourself onto his soft, comfortable bed, your legs spread wide and eager for him. His mouth gaped open and you felt self conscious for a moment, but it all ceased when you noticed his erection through his boxers. He walked forward, sinking his knees into the bed and settling between your thighs. He leaned down to kiss you, using his hands to pull your thighs around his waist. Through both of your underwear you could feel each other so well, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold off your orgasm long once he was inside you.

Once his lips touched yours again he slowly rubbed his hips between your legs, stimulating you immensely. You gasped into his kiss, arching your back and fumbling to grab at his hair. Once you got hold of it you tugged and he groaned, removing his lips from yours to find a new target. He sunk his teeth into your neck, gently biting down as he thrusted against you. You cried out, rubbing yourself on his erection, trying hard to get any friction you could.

“Sam, enough of this.” Your voice was a whisper as he kissed and sucked on your shoulders. “Make love to me.” You said and he sat up, looking down to you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said as he smiled, taking his boxers off. He took the liberty of taking your own underwear off, tossing it over his shoulder. He wasted no time in slipping two fingers inside you, causing you to gasp sharply. He closed his eyes and groaned feeling how tight you were around your fingers. “(Y/N), you feel so good.”

“I’ll feel even better wrapped around your cock, fuck me Sam.” You groaned and he happily obliged, settling again between your thighs and rubbing his tip against you. You gasped and moaned, hungrily biting your lip and reaching up to sink your nails into his shoulders. He pushed his head inside you, stretching you almost painfully. He waited a moment before continuing to push, finally buried to the hilt. You didn’t dare move, you knew if you did you’d cum. And you wanted to hold off on it as long as possible.

He waited painfully long before he started moving, yanking your thighs up to him. You cried out in surprise at the new angle, his head rubbed against that perfect spot and you felt yourself starting to approach your orgasm. Sam felt you tighten around his cock and he started slowly, deeply thrusting, making sure to roll his hips in a way to hit your magic spot every thrust. You soon came, toppling over that high edge. Your body stiffened and you shook, gasping and letting out a short groan before you went slack onto the mattress.

“Already?” Sam teased and you were tempted to slap him. But when you opened his eyes and saw his sunflower eyes and his dimpled smile, you couldn’t help but smile back.

“You don’t know how beautiful you are, Sam.” You said quietly and he started to move again.

“Keep talking.” He whispered with closed eyes and you grinned suddenly. Sam had a praise kink. You couldn’t blame him, he wasn’t appreciated enough.

“You’re so gorgeous, not only on the outside, but in as well.” You panted as he thrusted inside you, slowly speeding up. Your body rocked back and forth on the mattress and you moaned. “God Sam, you’re perfect, so good, you’re so good and pure. My pure Sam.” Your voice got choppy as he sped up, thrusting harder and faster. Your cries turned to loud grunts that you couldn’t hold back, deep guttural growls emerging from Sam’s throat.

He thrusted inside you for god knows how long, it felt like hours of pure heaven. In that time you praised him, kissed him egged him on until he finally came with a loud groan inside you. His muscles seemed to bulge out from his skin and you watched him cum, the sight of it forcing you to orgasm as well. You both panted, coming down from your high, sweaty and exhausted.

When you were back to your senses you sat up, running a hand through your sweaty hair. You looked at Sam, gleaming with sweat, naked on his bed for you. You smiled at his beauty, which caught his eye and he smiled back.

“I liked that game.” He said quietly, tired from his orgasm.

“I liked it too.” You agreed and stretched, standing up to pick up your underwear. Sam sat up with furrowed brows, watching you step into them.

“Are you going to your room?” He asked cautiously and you picked up a hint of disappointment in his questioning voice.

“Well, I didn’t know if you wanted me to stay or not. I don’t want to be that annoying one time thing who thinks they can stay.” You said, looking anywhere but at him.

“It wasn’t a one time thing.” Sam said quietly. “I mean, I hope it wasn’t. I really like you. And the things you said about me… Well, I’m not good with words. I get shy. Can you just… turn off the light and sleep with me?” He asked in a hopeful voice and you almost cried at how adorable he sounded. He looked at you with puppy eyes and you smiled, nodding.

“I’ll sleep with you tonight. Scooch over.” You stepped back out of your shorts and turned off the lights before climbing into bed with him, wrapping the sheets over your naked bodies. Sam wrapped an arm around you and you rested your head on his chest, falling asleep to the steady beat of his heart.