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Breaking the Rules - part 7

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,176

Warnings: the usual

A/N: I made this extra cheesy so it hurts more. You’re welcome ♥

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by bisebchris

You plopped down in your seat, avoiding Steve and Peggy’s inquisitive gaze. Your heart was beating so fast and hard, it felt a woodpecker was trapped inside your rib cage.

When Bucky joined the table, he was visibly nervous, but had managed to collect himself a little. Upon seeing the dark hickey on his neck, Peggy jabbed her elbow into Steve’s side. He woofed out a breath and rubbed his ribs before he turned his head to look at her.

She nodded toward Bucky’s neck and Steve’s eyes widened. He reluctantly placed a ten-dollar bill in her awaiting hand.

Meanwhile, you and Bucky acted like nothing had happened. You noticed that he was trying to sneak peeks at you, but you stared straight ahead, ignoring him.

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Birthday present

Request: Hey!!! Can I have a blurb/imagine whatever where reader was in harry’s and sam’s class and is invited to their 18th birthday party and meets tom and smutty things happen? Please! I love youuu

Warnings: light smut, probably bad one cause it’s my first time writing it, alcohol, swearing

I hope you like it !

,,Here are my favourite boys.” You say smiling while wrapping your arms around Harry and Sam. You’re walking in the middle of them and pat their shoulders as a hello.

,,Hey Y/N, long time no see.” Harry jokes as you continue to make your way down the corridor. You guys are in one chemistry class and see each other nearly every day.

,,Yeah I know.” You nearly trip over your own feed as you try to walk backwards without fooling your self so you could look the boys in the eyes.

,,Careful, we don’t want you to brake your nose. You wanna look good for the boys.” Sam wiggles his eyebrows and you stop at your locker, looking at the brothers with a confused expression.

,,Did I miss something?” You ask while putting some books into your back so you can study later.

,,Obviously yes !” The boys smirk at the same time as they throw their heads back laughing.

,,Spill the beans, I have classes to go.” You say with a playful undertone as you throw your hair behind your shoulder.

,,Our Party is tonight ! We invited you ages ago.” Sam runs a hand threw his hair and you gasp, mentally face palming yourself.

,,Shit it’s today?” You mumble a bit out of track. Looks like your studys have to wait until tomorrow.

,,Yeah, we thought you’d come.” Harry furrows his eyebrows and plays with the strings of his backbag while you watch his movements.

,,Sure! I can’t miss your party, can I? I’d be a bad friend if I raincheck on you. ”

The ring of the bell interrupts your conversation and you share a quick hug with the boys before storming off into the other direction, not before yelling:,, See you guys tonight !”

You spend the rest of the day with surviving school and getting home as soon as possible, wanting to get ready.

It takes you some time to decide what to wear and weither to wear make up or not, deciding to go with what you’re comfortable with the most.

You look at your phone to see how much time you have left, checking yourself in the mirror while doing so.

Partying with the Holland’s is always fun, and you want to look especially good on their own party. It’s not the first time that you hang out with them, but it’s the first time you’ll meet all of their other friends.

You quickly grab the present you bought for Sam and Harry and make your way to their house, excitement bubbling in your stomach.

You can already hear the loud music booming from inside the house and see some people in the front garden with red cups in their hands, talking with each other.

You greet a few people with a simple hi and instantly spot the brothers in the crowd, a big smile creeping onto your face as you make your way towards them.

,,Hey Sam!” You shout over the loud music, sending him a wave.

,,Y/N you’re here !” He answers before wrapping your arms around you and taking your hand.

,,C’mon, let’s get you something to drink.” He leads you into the kitchen and you raise your eyebrow.

,,I’m not allowed to greet Harry first?” You ask sarcastically.

,,Nah, he can wait. Here.” Sam hands you a cup with some brown liquor and dares you to chuck it down in a few sips, repeating the process two times.

,,Go easy on me!” You laugh after the third cup, not wanting to drink more. Your throat was already burning and you want to take some time before drinking another one.

,,If you say so, oh there’s Harrison! I’ll be right back.” Sam takes a sip from your cup before disappearing back into the crowd and you chuckle, surprised by the amount of people that actually showed up. You knew that Sam and Harry have a lot of friends, but you never expected the half school to come.

After talking to a few people and taking a sip here and there, you feel a familiar warmth in your stomach and can’t hide the blush on your cheeks. You feel slightly tipsy and decide to get you another drink, wanting the feeling to grow more intense.

You look at the ground while making your way back into kitchen, head slightly swaying with the music. Suddenly your front collapses with something hard and you spill the rest of your drink all over yourself, gasping by the cold.

As your head shoots up, you’re greeted with brown eyes that belong to tom holland, the older brother of Sam and Harry. Whenever he has time he’d hang out with you guys as well, but you’ve never been alone with him.

,,Shit I’m sorry, are you okay?” He asks shocked, guilt washing over his features.

,,Yeah, but I think my shirt isn’t.” You laugh embarrassed as you wrap your arms around your torso, trying to hide your chest that starts to get transparent.

,,Do you wanna change? I can give you a shirt of mine if you don’t mind. I’m sorry for bumping into you.” He nervously strachtes the back of his neck and you blush, looking at your feed.

,,Yeah that would be nice.” You put the cup that was empty by now on a high board next to you and press your lips together, taking Toms appearance in.

He’s wearing a navy green shirt and black jeans, his hair is slightly clinging onto his forehead in soft locks.

,,Just follow me.” Tom let’s out a shaky breath and you ask yourself why he seems so nervous, tightening the grip around your torso.

He leads you up the stairs into his room, his scent almost envolving you like a second skin. You close your eyes for a split second, standing in his room for the first time ever. It’s simple and clean, matching Toms fine look.

,,You can uh-“ he turns around and scans his room for something while you open your eyes, waiting for what he’s going to say.

,,take this one if you like, or another. It’s up to you.” He hands you a simple black shirt from his dresser and you let the fabric glide between your fingers, enjoying how it feels. Without thinking you lift your arms and pull your own shirt over your head, letting it glide to the floor. You can feel Toms gaze on you and blush once more, not before sliding his shirt over your head and adjusting your hair.

As expected, the shirt is way to big for you and you look down at yourself, smelling Toms cologne as if it’s your own.

,,You look great.” Tom mumbles quietly, but you still hear him.

,,You think so?” You bite your lip and ignore the growing tension between you and Tom as you stare into his brown eyes, admiring them from afar.

,,Yeah, if I’m honest, you look hot. Not that I want you to feel uncomfortable but it’s really nice.” Tom talks fast and doesn’t take his eyes off of you either, both of you standing his room only a few steps apart.

You feel the heat in your whole body as it warms up your blood and makes you feel flustered.

,,Thank you.” You brush a single hair strain behind your ear and watch Tom as he makes a step forward, eyes never leaving yours.

You straighten your body and look at Toms lips, asking your self how’d they taste. You would lie if you’d say that you never asked yourself that question before, but now you feel like you have the courage to find it out.

Without thinking twice about it you close the gap between you two and get on your tip toes to pull Tom down to you.

Your chests collide once again, an audible sigh leaving your body as his hands wrap around your lower back, slowly guiding upwards to cup your jaw.

Your eyes flutter shut and you lick your lips one last time before gently pressing them on Toms, tasting the same liquor you drank earlier.

He instantly pulls you closer and you slowly melt into his touch, hands exploring his skin as your tongue slides over his bottom lip before exploring your mouth.

Your fingers start pulling on his hair and your whole body is covered in goosebumps as Tom slowly slides under yours, well his shirt, and strokes your exposed skin with his thumb. You smile into the Kiss and push yourself against Tom, leading him to stumble backwards.

His back is pressed against the nearest wall and he turns you around, standing between your legs as you lean yourself against the wall, letting Tom cover your jaw and neck in wet kisses.

,,Tom.” You mumble satisfied by his kissing skills, feeling like pudding under his touch.

,,Do you want me to stop?” He instantly pulls away and looks at your with concern in his eyes, making you aww on the inside.

,,No, God Tom no.” You giggle out of breath, heart beating fast against your chest.

,,Good.” He smirks down at you and traps your head between his arms, closing his eyes as you pull a bit stronger at his curls.

Your lips move in synchronisation with his and you feel a hot sensation in your chore, making you rub your hips at Toms.

He gets the hint and leans his forehead against yours, hands gently cupping your ass.


You do as you’re told and wrap you arms around Toms neck for support, nibbling on his skin as he carries you towards his bed.

You always liked Tom and the alcohol in your veins encourages you to go further.

,,Are you sure you want this? You don’t have to if you feel-“

You cut Tom off by sucking harsher on his skin and flipping him into the mattress, you being on top and in control.

Your hips grind over his growing bulge, earning a light moan from him.

His fingertips leave a burning sensation all over your skin and your hands fumble with the end of his belt, wanting to open it.

,,No darling.” Tom whispers with a husky voice as he grabs your hand, making the heat in your core even worse.

,,This is all about you.” He shifts from underneath you, leaving you slightly confused as you sit down on your legs.

Tom grabs a pillow and throws it at the end of the bed, not before hovering above you, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head as he slowly presses you down so your head rests on the pillow.

You let out a giggle by his actions and pull at the hem of his shirt, wanting to finally see his abs instead of just touching them.

,,Impatient much, aren’t we?” Tom laughs at well and it sounds like music in your eyes. His strong biceps flexes slightly as he raises his arms and pulls the navy shirt over his head, exposing his toned muscles.

You bite down on your lip and let your fingertips run over his skin, loving the way he reacts to your touch.

His erection adds a constant pressure to your private area and you part your legs a bit, so he can lean between them as you two continue to make out.

His hands take your shirt off with ease and you shiver slightly, frowning at the loss of his lips on yours.

,,Relax, and stop me if you have any doubts okay?” Tom whispers into your ear and you nod, not having any doubts at all. You know Tom and trust him, way to turned on to stop now.

He stadys himself with his left elbow, so he’s not putting his whole weight on you as his other hand starts to unbotton your jeans, brushing over your thighs and stomach while doing so. He already found your sweet spot down your neck and swirls his tongue over it, making you turn your head so he can get better acces.

You feel like your panties are already soaked and press your legs together to create some type of friction, making Tom part them again.

,,Patience baby girl.” His British accent makes your heart skip a beat and you arch your back to feel his member at your core.

Suddenly a loud gasp leaves your body as tom runs a single finger over your core, playing with the fabric of your underwear. His breath is heavy and hot, hitting right below your ear making you shiver.

,,So wet for me.” He closes his eyes and gently bites down on your bottom lip before fighting with your tongue for dominance, winning effortlessly.

You feel like your breath is hitched in your throat as he slowly starts to pull the fabric down your core, letting the cool air crash down on your sensitive skin.

His finger feels warm and soft against your belly, as he traces small circles down your navel over your slit and back up.

,,Tom, please.” You whine impatient, having enough of his teasing.

,,Please what?” He slightly Parts your lips and brushes your clit softly, not before removing them again.

,,Touch me.“ You say confident, not caring about how it might sound. Your eyes are already shut to concentrate on Tom and what his touch does to you.

,,Your wish is my demand.“ Tom says laughing as he nibbles on your earlobe before kissing the top of your collarbone and the upper part of your breasts that aren’t covered by your bra.

His fingers make their way back to your most sensitive part and play with your bundle of nerves, making you squirm in pleasure.

Tom chuckles against your neck and slowly pumps a single finger inside of you, giving you time to adjust and making sure you’re comfortable with it.

When he sees that you’re circling your hips, he pushes them down to hold you still and continues his movements.

His thumb never leaves your clit and stimulates you in a way no one did before, making the hot knot in your stomach growing bigger with every bump from his finger.

You feel him adding a second one and sigh deeply, the way he curls is fingers inside of you makes you want to grab the sheets and ball your hands into fists.

Instead you run your fingers threw his hair and kiss him hard, teeth pulling on his lower lip as you moan into his mouth.

You can feel yourself getting closer and Toms movements speeding up, leaving your whole body tensed.

,,I‘m close.“ You mumble, being the current mess you are.

,,Don’t hold it back.” Toms tongue swirls over the skin on your neck and leaves some dark marks as his thumb adds more pressure and changes the direction he’s circling.

,,Tom.” You moan as you grab his biceps, meeting him with your hips and leaving your mouth slightly open.

The knot in your stomach makes your toes curl and you wrap yourself around Tom as you let your orgasm wash over you, squeezing your legs shut as Tom brings you threw your high. After your breath slows down again and he feels you relaxing, he carefully removes his fingers and brushes over your thighs and stomach before arriving at your jaw, cupping it with both of his hands and kissing you tenderly.

,,It’s your turn.” You whisper as sexy as possible into his ear before sucking on his sweet spot, ready to return him the favour he just gave you.

Not SPN but important.

I have considered writing out this story for a while now in light of what is going on in Hollywood. I was debating with myself if it was important or not but I decided that every story is important. What follows is a personnal tale, it doesn’t involve important agents or producers. It didn’t take place in Hollywood but in Denmark years ago and I honestly haven’t thought about it in a long time but the #MeToo support of women who has been harrased by men brought back to the forefront of my mind. 

I am not weak. I am outspoken and I stand up for myself. I always did because I got a strong amazing mom that taught me to do so. But when you are 19 years old the world is scarier than it is when you are 30. That being said did the same thing happen to me today I would still feel uncomfortable, even if I now have the guts to tell the guy to fuck off. 

When I was 19 years old I was at a party. A friends birthday and one of his closest friends kept hitting on me. Touching my leg, trying to kiss me. I told him verbally and nonverbally I wasn’t interested, but he took it as me playing “hard to get” and I was “fair game” cause I was single. The guy was 21. Not a lot older than me but old enough to know better. 

I told another male friend of mine. Some one I was very close with. So much so people once in a while asumed we were together, because we did everything together at that point. His solution was telling the guy that we were a thing. He stuck by my side that night with his arm around my waist or shoulders. He held my hand walking me to my cab. 

As much as I love him for doing that, he shouldn’t have had too! Women are not objects to conquest. A no means no! I chose to tell my story here and not on twitter because my audience is here and I want the story to be heard because this sorta behavior isn’t an LA thing. It isn’t even a male thing. Women were laughing it off when I asked him to leave me alone. It was a man who stood up for me. It is a matter of respect for other people that are missing and with a man on the most powerful seat in the world saying “you look good on your knees,” and excusing talk of assulting women as locker room talk,” telling or stories and being heard is more important than ever. 

If you got a story tell it. Use this post or send me as ask on anon or not and you will be heard! Decent people - men or women needs to unite and stand up against this sorta behavior. It is more common that you think and it happens all over the world. 

So #MeToo - I got your back and so does a lot of other great people in the world. 


@pinkislouder 😊 !! thanks for tagging me to do a september 🍁moodboard from pictures on my phone. i’m tagging @alicedoesntsharefood @justlookatthehearteyes @massivelydeepdreamland @undercutzayn @la-paritalienne

"She's hiding behind the sofa." - Seth Rollins

A short drabble from the prompt that was requested by @kingslayers-angel. Sorry it took me so long, sis!

You can find my other writings here: Masterlist

Originally posted by angry-puppy

Seth has been away for the weekend and you did your best to occupy your little bundle of energy that is your daughter, apart of taking care for her baby brother and two dogs. Seth will come back to a mess of a house again but thankfully he doesn’t really mind. His priority is that his family is healthy, little did he care about the state of the house. You are really glad that you’ve found such a great guy.

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triggering  /  nsfw   may  be  present ,  these  are  taken  from  a  variety  of   different  sources.

  • ​❝ Love your perfume. What is that? The stench of death?
  • ❝ Huh? What was that? I should kill everyone and escape?
  • ❝ We’re bad guys. It’s what we do. ❞
  • ​❝ I’m known to be quite vexing. I’m just forewarning you.
  • ❝ You’re cute. You want me? I’m all yours.  ❞
  • ❝ Why, what’s wrong? You don’t like me? Fine. Don’t waste my time then.  ❞
  • ​❝ You got all dressed up for me?
  • ​❝ Why do you eat people? Would you like to eat me?
  • ​❝ I’m bored! I need a victim, a mind to pry apart and spit in. ❞
  • ​❝ You wanna tell me what the hell is going on, then?
  • ​❝ You ever been in love?
  • ​❝ Own that shit. Own it! What’d you think was gonna happen? Huh?
  • ​❝ I’m not much of a joiner, but… maybe we should.
  • ​❝ What’s the world ever done for us, anyway? It hates us.
  • ​❝ I gotta work on my cardio. ❞
  • ​❝ I’ve never seen you laugh before! I don’t think I like it!
  • ​❝ You give ‘em twenty minutes of naughty fun time and they think they own ya!
  • ❝ You think I’m just some dizzy airhead that don’t know nothin’.
  • ​❝ You’re gonna make me do it, aren’t you?
  • ​❝ Anyone who throws boomerangs has some real issues letting go.
  • ​❝ I’m fine. We’re done. He’s a jerk. Whatever. ❞
  • ​❝ I got an itch I thought you could help me scratch, cowboy… ❞
  • ​❝ Oh well, at least I’m going out on a joke.  
  • ❝ I’m sick of people trying to shoot me, run me over or blow me up!
  • ❝ Get your own hostage!
  • ❝ You thought I was just another bubble-headed blond bimbo!
  • ❝ Well, the joke’s on you, 'cause I’m not even a real blonde.
  • ❝ I want to listen to the radio
  • ❝ Gee, it’s amazing the things you find in people’s glove compartments. ❞
  • ❝ Did you see the way I handled those creeps? Pow! Bam!
  • ❝ I’m keeping this one just for myself… maybe.  ❞
  • ❝ I think we can still work it out, don’t you?
  • ❝ I believe I served you with a subpoena once… It was a small subpoena.
  • ❝ Gee, boss, you really know how to put the fun in funeral.
  • ❝ My boss likes me to wear a smile to work…
  • ❝ No more love. No more crime. No more nothing. I’m through…
  • ❝ Take a break and play a while, doo da, doo da.
  • ❝ Oy. Beauty school is starting to look pretty good about now. ❞
  • ❝ Sweetie, go get mommy’s bazooka. ❞
  • ❝ I struggle to make a good home for you and this is the thanks I get!
  • ❝ It’s you. The way you move… The way you… ❞
  • ❝ It’d be a shame to get blood all over my nice new outfit.
  • ❝ Ready for some slapstick?
  • ❝ I had a kitty once. You know, they don’t always land on their feet.. ❞
  • ❝ We’ve got lots of cash-ching! We’ve got so much cash-ching! ❞
  • ❝ Why won’t you tell me how you broke my hypnosic spell? ❞
  • ❝ You wanna play? Okay, let’s play
  • ❝ You’re really sick, you know that, boss?
  • ❝ Well, well, well. Looks like someone’s luck ran out. ❞
  • ❝ Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! We-we killed him! ❞
  • ❝ Sometimes, to get where you want to go, you gotta be somebody else for a while.
  • ❝ You just can’t forget who you really are. ❞
  • ❝ Just goes to show you, never send a business man to do a psychopath’s job. ❞
  • ❝ It shouldn’t be too difficult. Just follow the mayhem.
  • ❝ If I had a hammer, I’d hammer the evening, I’d hammer in the morning, all over your skull!
  • ❝ Actually I don’t know, I am rarely in it. ❞
  • ❝ I am to busy doing the job you neglected to do. ❞
  • ❝ Well, you should be more careful, [ NAME ].  ❞
  • ❝ To what do we attribute this sudden cheerful outlook?
  • ❝ We got his credit cards; what’s to worry?
  • ❝ Wait! Want to see a movie?
  • ❝ Yahtzee! ❞
Lena Luthor x reader (For as many miles and hours apart, I’m with you)

Request: “You look super cute right now , and it’s really hard not to kiss you ” with lena

a/n: well well well… guess who’s back again from gallivanting around a very small corner of the world… yes, that’d be me! I’ve taken the time I needed to recover from the jet lag… tbh I am still very affected lol. I think I’m done for this year, no more trips for now unless the universe decides to surprise me! Time to get this blog back in running order LMAO. I have a masterlist now for all you wonderfully organized people as well since it’s been asked for. Moreover, it’s kinda made me realize how very little I’ve written… I definitely want to expand my collection! Thank you all for sticking around though! Whether you’ve read one thing or a handful of things, I appreciate you all so very much :D

Now… guess who seems to be moderately inspired by their adventures that directly influenced the direction of this fic! Yeah, LOL. This one’s pretty fluffy… just pure fluff actually who am I kidding. A very cute fic for a very cute prompt?? Why the heck not! And because I always need to have at least one cracky headcanon in all the things I write, for whatever reason, I just want to say Lena would be the absolute worst with dogs, because she would be the biggest Sucker of all time, and she has the dumbest nerdy baby voice she uses for them, I don’t make the rules y’all

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You’d say you did quite alright thank you very much, if anyone were to ask what it was like dating someone as big of a deal as Lena Luthor. It’s no surprise that having a big-time CEO for a girlfriend would have its perks as well as its challenges, but like any other relationship, you figured all that was needed was to just take things in stride.

Much to your delightful discovery, in fact, Lena had a harder time letting go of you than you did of her. She travelled less often for work than you anticipated she would. She’d told you once she tried not to travel too much if she could avoid it - you found it rather peculiar that someone wouldn’t want to indulge such an opportunity as she could.

You realized then Lena had a fear of flying, and moreover after having an incident with a helicopter and her brother (you’d only discussed this once), she was even more disinclined to be anywhere that wasn’t on solid ground.

She travelled on her private jet if she absolutely had to, and though you weren’t too shocked by this, she was just as quick to admit her fear of flying commercially with so many other innocent people on board and how she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if anything were to happen to them on her account - that made you all the more reluctant to let her go.

Still, she’d left your apartment with her head held high and a steely resolution. And still, it wasn’t even ten minutes before she’d messaged you and sent you one inconsequential heart emoji and a smiley face, just because she wanted to.

Lena wouldn’t be gone for too long, and you’ve become used to not missing her too much like you first did, but you knew you’d miss her now for not being able to kiss her when she did stupidly adorable things like that.

You supposed it could wait for when she came back - absence makes the heart grow fonder, after all.

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Worth Fighting For (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: hey guys! I really liked this plot and it was very fun to write! Also gueeesss whaaat?? I only have two more imagines to write until I will open my requests again! Anyways I hope you enjoy this imagine and also P.S. I picture Spencer as like s2 -s4 like a smol Spencer idk you let your imagination run that’s what just went through my head as I wrote this 😋

Warnings: sexism, men being mean to reader

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: A case where they meet Reader from another team and Spencer can see how badly they treat her (always “you’re wrong, shut up, I’m talking, do something else, …”) and she can barely talk to him especially because he is so intelligent. After some time he begins to see that she is smart too and he’s falling for her and in the end she quits her job to come with Spencer and the team and they offer her a job there because Spencer

Requested by: @anon

Upcoming Imagine: the reader and Spencer have only been living together for about a week…


“My name is Agent George Clemens from NY FBI. This is my partner Agent Daniel Roose.“ Your team member said putting out his hand to shake the other FBI teams hands.

You stood behind them, in the shadows as always.

“We’re going to need all of your files on Austin Mathers.” The chief said with a stern look.

You observed the team; they looked strong, bonded, much unlike yours.

Drama, sexism, and racism runs in your team.

Only a few men were really close, they worked together for the most part leaving two men and the women out of the picture.

It’s not like you could stand up for yourself, you would get fired and this is your dream job, you’ve worked so hard to get to where you are now.

One man on the team seemed to catch your eye more than the rest.

He was tall, skinny, and very handsome.

“What about her?” He asked, making eye with you.

“Oh she’s no one. Right this way.” George said pushing past you, along with Daniel.

You stepped out of the way to let the Quantico team pass as well.

A black haired girl smiled at you, along with a blonde, and it made you feel a little bit like you belonged, but you knew they would leave in about a week and you would be left with your cruel team again.

You watched as they all passed you, even the tall man that caught your eye.

You sighed and started to walk the other way to your desk.


“Y/N take these files to the Quantico FBI squad down the hall, would ya.” George said plopping 3 boxes of files on the table.

“Uh yeah sure.” You said struggling to pick them all up at once.

“Not all at once, stupid.” He yelled before scoffing at you.

Your face turned red as you took one box at a time.

As you left the room, you almost ran into the tall man from earlier.

“S-sorry I can be…”

“Let me help you with that. I can carry two.” He said walking into the room you came out of and coming out with the two other boxes of files.

Spencer had been walking by to get coffee when he heard the men disrespecting you.

He watched through the window as you tried your best and they shot you down, and it pissed him off.

You both walked to the room his team was in.

“I’m Spencer by the way, what’s yours? I asked earlier but those idiots didn’t give me the chance to get an answer.” He said with a smile.

You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You felt needed and wanted for the first time in this building.

“Oh uh I’m Y/N.” You said with a smile.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N. Would you like to stay in here with us? It will take you away from those jerks.” He said setting the boxes down.

“Yeah! Your welcome to hang with us!” The black haired lady said with a smile.

“As wonderful that would be, I need to go back. If I’m not helping them I could get fired.” You said shyly.

“What? But you are your own independent person. You shouldn’t have to do others’ work to keep your own job.” Spencer said.

“Well that’s just the way it is around here I guess.” You said sadly as you left the room.

“What the hell took you so long?” Daniel asked throwing his arms out.

“I-I don’t know I just walk slow.” You said standing with your fingers intertwined.

“It’s not the only thing you do slow. Why don’t you pick up the pace before I report you. I can get you fired in a phonecall.”


Throughout the day, Spencer helplessly watched as you were bossed around and yelled at to do things when the lazy slobs were sitting back and talking.

You had dropped a file and George just walked past you like nothing happened.

Someone had bumped into you (probably on purpose) and you spilt coffee all over your new blazer.

But each time, Spencer came and helped you.

He helped you gather all of the papers.

He offered to go buy you a new blazer as he helped you attempt to get the coffee out of the cloth.

Each time he helped you, George and Daniel were watching, and they weren’t kidding when they said they could get you fired in a phone call.

You got called to your bosses office, and you knew your time was up.

“Your fired Y/N. Your wasting time on the hour and your constantly bugging the visiting team. Your out by the end of the day.” He said simply.

“O-okay.” You said as your voice cracked.

You left his office and quickly walked to your little cubicle.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you started to pack your things and you heard a faint knock on your wall.

You turned around and saw Spencer standing there with a frown on his face.

“Did I get you fired?” He asked kindly.

You furrowed your brows. “I mean… you didn’t but I did get fired.” You said quietly as you wiped your eyes.

“Good.” Spencer said with a smile.

“What the hell asshole!” You yelled making his eyes go wide.

“No no I’m saying good because that means you can fill the spot in our team.” He said quickly.

You let what he said process in your mind, and your face lit up. You jumped up and into his arms as you hugged him tightly.

“Your so not an asshole. I was just kidding.” You said with a big smile.

“Okay good.” He said as he awkwardly hugged back.

“I never thought I would of wanted to be fired so bad until now. Thank you so much.” You said squealing and jumping into his arms again.

“I-I guess I just couldn’t handle seeing those men treat you so poorly.” He said with a smile.


A couple months later, you had passed your training and were now officially a member of the BAU.

You and Spencer had found a similarity in both of you, being your insane intelligence.

Your high IQs and science jokes had brought you both closer, and even sparked a relationship.

Spencer had asked to take you to dinner, and now you stood in front of your mirror, checking your adorable outfit once more before grabbing your purse and heading out the door for the first man that had respected you in a long time.


They grow up so fast! I can’t even express the level of gratitude that I feel right now. Over One Thousand different people looked at my blog at some point and said “I like this” enough to follow it. That’s mind blowing to me, its absolutely surreal to even conceive. I wanna thank all of you for helping me reach this important milestone, by giving back to you guys a little something.

In honor of this occasion I have done something that I always wanted to do, but had never gotten around to. I have FINALLY marginalized a standard tag for all of my garfield explained posts. Some had a space in between the two words (Garfield Explained), some didnt (GarfieldExplained), and some weren’t even tagged at all! ( ) Standardizing these tags allows for anyone now to just search my blog for the tag “Garfield Explained” and get all of the Garfield Explained posts i made in one place rather than spread out everywhere.

I also made it even easier to get to my garfield explained posts. I added a page to the top bar for all of the Garfield Explained posts I have ever made! This is to help those that want to read through my original content without going through the plethora of various garfield reblogs that makes up 80% of this blog.

I have also made some minor stylistic changes to the layout and design of the blog, which make it look a little less plain. I may make more drastic to changes to it at a later date, but it’s 6am rn and I’m falling asleep typing this cause I’ve been reformatting both of my blogs since 2am and I’m on the brink of death.

Well anyway thanks again for the liking my blog enough to follow it, and helping me reach this fantastic milestone! I am eternally grateful to each and every one of you! I hope you all enjoy this small but very welcome blog change, and hopefully I’ll be able to get more content out to you all soon!

Support 3 (SHIELD)

Originally posted by dean-ambroselover

I love that you guys love this so much 🤗


Warnings: NONE


Dean clenched his jaw as bits of the short conversation with the six year old replayed in his mind.

“…It’s just like my daddy’s shirt.”

Funny thing about that was the fact that she didn’t have on a shirt representing Dean Ambrose.

But a shirt representing Roman Reigns.

That’s too low for his ex to let that happen.

I bet she’s the one that coached my daughter into calling Roman dad.

She always did have a thing for him so it wouldn’t be surprising.


“And did he say anything back to you?” Seth asked as he made his way back to the locker room with his niece in tow.

The little girl shook her head. “Nope.” She replied squishing Seth’s cheeks with a giggle.

Seth nodded with a laugh of his own.

But inside he was sighing in relief.

He’s not going to lie.

When he looked over from across the room and saw Dean sitting there in front of Brielle all kinds of thoughts ran through his mind.

What if he was trying to pick her, to see what’s been up with Y/N these six years.

Or introducing himself as dad.

Maybe even trying to make a quick escape with her.

Okay, I admit that last one was far fetched.

Dean wouldn’t do that.

He’s gained the nickname lunatic fringe for many reasons but he’s not that much of a lunatic.

Plus there’s too many security guards in this arena.

From what Bri told him, Seth was just being an overly worried uncle.

Seth and Brielle finally made their way back to the locker room only to be met with the sight of Y/N and Roman making out.

“There’s a kid in the room.” He said with a chuckle putting the six year old down.


Y/N and Roman pulled away from their make out, both looking a bit flushed after being caught.

“Ew.” Her daughter said covering her eyes.

A chuckle came from Roman. “It’s okay to look now, babygirl.” He said smiling at Brielle as she ran over to him, hugging his leg.

“So it’s offical?” Y/N overheard Seth ask Roman.

Before answering, Roman glanced over to Y/N as if mentally wanting an okay with her first.

She bit her lip nodded.

“It’s official.” Roman confirmed to Seth. “She’s my girl.”

Right after he got the words out, Brielle gave out a little gasp, eyeing Roman with her hands on her hips.

“You said I was your girl, daddy.” She pouted causing all three of the grown ups to laugh.

“You is Bri.” Roman quickly said trying to do damage control for himself. “You daddy’s babygirl. Your mommy’s just my girl.”

That was a quick save.

Seth made his way over to Bri and Roman, ruffling Bri’s hair before she ran off. “That ones gonna keep you on your toes.” He said laughing. “I hope you know what you’re getting into.”

Roman joined in on the laugh. “I’m ready for whatever.”


Brielle came over to Y/N resting her head on her lap.

“You tired baby?” Y/N asked.

Her daughter looked up with a smile. “No.”

Of course not, Y/N thought smoothing her hair down.

Bri was never one to tire easily.

“Oh mommy.” Bri said reaching into her pocket. “Dean wanted me to give you this.” She pulled out a piece of paper giving it to Y/N.

While opening the letter Y/N glanced over at Seth who was talking with Roman.

Did he know about this?

And why didn’t he tell her Dean talked to her daughter?

What if that’s the reason he was so quick to take Brielle with him?

Cause he knew Dean would be waiting.


I’m not sure how long I’ll be posting this but as long as I keep getting requests for it I’m gonna keep posting 😘


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What I Read..

Hey babes! So I thought I’d make a post with links to some of my fave fics because they are all so good and deserve so much love. I know there is more that I’m forgetting so I will update this regularly. 

I hope you guys don’t mind that i tagged you and linked your stuff! 💕

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Nueva Vida - by @juiceboxxortiz & @codenamekaraortiz What SHOULD have happened because Juice Ortiz deserved more. Maybe one day i will move on from this story, but today is not that day. Seriously this is my fave I love it so much I’m obsessed.

Diaries of Anarchy & Juice Ortiz Journals by @juiceboxxortiz - These make me laugh so muchhhh I love them.

Can You Hold Me & Not A Single One.
@callmemrskozik​ ripped my heart out with these Happy Lowman ones. I ugly cry every time read them and I love them so much. 

Obsessive by @come-join-themurder​ Its soooo good! (I linked the whole master list because everything else is perfect too)

@crimsonheart01 has always been one of my faves and everything this beauty writes is phenomenal. Her master list is here and i recommend reading everything on it. Some of my personal faves are Southside, Prisoner Exchange, The Hideout , actually I’m not even gonna list my faves because i would literally list everything. They are all on the master list, go read them. I promise you will not be disappointed.

@imagineredwood is another fave! This super sweet & super talented babe was one of the first writers I found on here and I have loved everything she writes. Master list is here.  

New In Town and everything else by @greezyscumbag is amazing. You can read everything here.

Homecoming by @imagine-samcro. I love this Abel & Thomas story, and everything else. Full master list is here.

His Favourite & Crush by @middle–fingering. Actually everything by this sweetie is great. (master list here) and check out her SOA Texts too, they are perfect.

Unsteady by @samcrooutlawimagines This is one of the first blogs I found when I got into this fandom and I instantly fell in love with everything she writes. She’s not really active anymore but I still go back and read her stuff. Masterlist here.

You know I was actually one of the lucky few who stumbled across Jacks channel before he really exploded in popularity and at least a year before he even met mark.

I can still remember seeing him gush about or reference mark and thinking that I hope mark has reason to go to Ireland at some point or jack could get the chance to go to a con in America

and then Jacks channel started gaining a following and I was so thrilled, and then when I was skulking twitter back when I still had a twitter

I fuckin squeaked, I was so happy for Jack it was unbefreakinglevable and if you guys think seeing collab videos with them now makes you happy? imagine how us og fans felt when that first one popped up.

I felt like a nervous parent watching my child go up to do the school play ( never mind that jack is two years older than me ) you could see all his nervous ticks and I kept finding myself going “I feel you hun, but breath you’re okay you’re doing awesome”

I don’t know why I felt like sharing that, guess I’ve just gotten sentimental about being able to be front row for all of Jacks growth as a person and an entertainer

like - to see this dorky little fellow Irishman go from celebrating subscribers that numbered under a million and talking about how much he admires mark and it’d be a dream to do a video with him to

is just some next level shit - I’m so proud of you @therealjacksepticeye however much that can mean from a random dude on the Internet

Stowaway - Part One (A Tom Holland x Reader Imagine)

Request: Nope, this is a product of my beautiful brain.

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: It’s basically what it says on the package. Tom is a pirate captain, you’re a stowaway on his ship. Don’t take it too seriously guys. :-P

Ships: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: None so far. May have smut in later chapters.

*A/N: I’m just gonna see if you guys like this; if so, I’ll probably continue it because I have some cool ideas for it, but keep in mind my schedule for updating is pretty sporadic because of my work schedule. <3

You huddle behind some barrels, the scent of salt and wood oil and iron surrounding you as the ship pitches gently. As far as you can tell, you’ve been sailing for two days, and it’s becoming difficult to hide your presence. Just hours ago, a somewhat drunken sailor almost stumbled over you in his quest to find a bed. Your limbs are cramping and aching, constrained into a small space for too long, and you haven’t had anything to eat or drink since port.

Fortunately, the ship has gone quiet, which leads you to believe that it must be late, the crew asleep in their bunks for the night. You decide to take a chance and venture out onto the deck, keeping to the shadows and moving slowly, quietly.

It’s beautiful, the heat of the day giving way to night’s cool freshness, stars twinkling in the sky above. The moon is a bare sliver, but it gives off more than enough light for you to pick your way across the deck, head swiveling to check for any sign of movement. The sea is calm. You reach the rail and lean out over it, breathing in deep gulps of salty air until your pulse calms a little, though you still jump every time a sail creaks.

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Part One.


My mother,she told me,”Don’t get in trouble”

My father,he told me,he knew I would

My brothers,they told me,”Don’t give a damn”

My sister,she told me to do something good


You sat in the back of your fathers car, crossing your arms as you slouched and looked out of the window. Your mom sat in the passengers seat and huffed, trying to reason with him, ”Don’t you fuss at them. If this school didn’t work out, it’s for a reason. At least they got the training they needed to control themselves.” You sighed and closed your eyes, trying to make yourself sleepy that way you didn’t have to listen to any more of their conversation. “Three weeks! You think three weeks is enough for these people? The broadcast said they needed months, maybe even years of training!”

“I know what the broadcast said but I am not going to force my child to stay in an academy they don’t feel comfortable in!”

“Why the hell not? It’s filled with their kind!”

“Enough! I will not let you speak about them this way. It’s hard enough for them to be different, they don’t need their own damn father treating them like they don’t belong. Listen, they were given a few pairs of those special gloves. The professor told me that if they needed any more, we could return and ask.”

Ignoring the insults, you pull out your phone and start a group chat with your friends. As grateful as you were for your supportive mom and older siblings, you couldn’t help but hate the living hell you were in. Being diagnosed with NHGZ, or Non-Human Gene Z, at five years old was confusing and drastic enough for you but to also be outcasted by the public and even your own father was worse. You considered yourself one of the lucky ones though, at least you didn’t have to partake in any of the government experiments; you’ve heard many who did, have died almost a month in. Eleven years later and you’re still alive. “Sweetheart..” you heard your mother call to you.


“How were the classes? Did the gloves end up helping?”

You looked down at your now gloved hands. Your power was an odd but very dangerous one; by flexing your fingers and contorting them, somehow you were able to control bodies if your “telekinetic aura was…” something. If you were being honest, you didn’t pay too much attention to your trainers as you were too busy focusing on the other students and seeing what their powers were. On your first day in, one of the head trainers handed you specially made gloves to wear that way you could mess with your fingers without injuring the nearest couple of people around on accident like you’ve been doing these past couple of years.

Glancing at your father, you carefully flexed your fingers and nodded when nothing happened, ”Yeah, I’d say they’re doing their job. It’s going to take awhile to get used to wearing them all the time though, especially in the sum–“

“Listen here and listen well, I better not see you with them off because I am just about done with E.R visits. Since you think you’re too good for that school and you’d rather be home, do us all a favor and keep those on. Let’s try to be a normal family for once.” He hissed as he pulled into the driveway and headed straight inside as soon as he parked the car. You glanced at your mother and she just rubbed her temples, shaking her head as she exited the car and helped you with your bags. “Ignore him. I’m happy to have you home and so are your brothers and sister so let’s head inside and have some dinner,okay?”

You nodded and gave her a tight hug before grabbing the rest of your bags, blinking in confusion when you see a folded note inside one of the outside pockets. Thinking one of the other students placed it there before you left, you grabbed it and unfolded it; a drawing of a red balloon tied to what looked like an old coin was drawn across the page. “Whatever. Must be some goodbye joke I must not have heard of.”


“Welcome back,ugly!”

“Hey tiny,we missed you!”

“Hurry up and sit, tell us everything you saw!”

The twins and your sister practically dragged you to the dining table as your mom served everyone,minus your father. He preferred to eat his dinner in his home office and neither of you really seemed to care. “There were a lot of NHGZ’s there. Like, a lot. I didn’t even know that many people were affected. Anyways, some had really cool abilities like sonic screaming, self duplication, and one of them, I think, even knew how to move rocks and earthy stuff or whatever.” You grinned as you stuffed your mouth with your moms Tuesday night pasta.

The night went on and you told your family stories upon stories about your short time there and what you were taught if you ever needed to actually use your secret ability. Fascinated, they asked you questions and examined your new gloves in awe. “So you need to keep these on at all times?” One of the twins asked as he took your hand in his and ran his fingers over the material. “Basically. Now I don’t have to worry about breaking someone’s leg if I need to crack my knuckles or anything.” You nodded as you held out your other hand to show your sister. She snorted playfully and also touched the gloves, “What luck do you have. You can’t go an hour without that creepy habit and yet that’s what your dangerous power relies on.”

Everyone laughed and you smiled as you looked around at your supportive family, happy you’re back where you belong.

October Hiatus

Hello to whoever is reading,

Firstly, I’d like to thank you all for getting me to 300 followers that’s like mind-blowing to me.

Secondly, thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you I will not ever be able to express how thankful I am to everyone who has read my stories so far. I’m beyond happy that you guys like my writing and just literally everything that goes on in my head on a daily basis.

thirdly, I am going on hiatus for the rest of October. it doesn’t mean that I won’t be writing at all. oh no, I’m going to be cooking up some things for you all. I just decided that I won’t be posting any of my work for the rest of October I’m currently in midterm season, unfortunately, but I want to focus time on literally not failing at life and not having to worry whether or not I’m going to post this week.

In the meantime here is all the shit I have written so far, I will be posting once more tonight and then I’m off to bury myself in a textbook for the rest of October (also I deleted written in the stars because I wasn’t happy about how it was coming out. so sorry to everyone that was looking forward to that. I’m planning on revisiting it and rewriting it in the future.)  :

Night Terrors



Too Much to Ask



My Love

The Weekend 

fourthly, if anyone has any requests send them in I’m always taking because I love writing things you all suggest.

thank you so much


Croatoan- Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,939

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, angst, language, minor character death, blood, you know the usual,

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Please, if you want to be tagged for this series, let me know and I’ll add you! If you want to be tagged for my other fics, I’ll add you! I want to hear what you guys think about this. If you want something requested, send it in!

Feedback is the glue that holds my writing together.

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Urban legends, bedtime stories, monsters under the bed: they are all things you hear about but never really believe. You hear about them from your friends and you think about them all the time, it never really leaving your mind until one day, you finally do some more research.

You ask your parents about it and they always say it isn’t real, that you have nothing to worry about. So, you forget about it for a few months. Until it comes up again and the cycle starts all over again.

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Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean (mentioned)

Word Count: 994

Warnings: Sam is a cute drunk, fluff? I don’t know guys this is such a random piece. 

Prompt: “We are not going to steal someone’s dog.”

Requested by: anonymous -  u should do prompt 69 w/ sam or 60 w/ dean ! i don’t mind which, u can choose. <3

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for requesting nonny! tbh i might write the dean one too but this one really jumped at me first! I’m not tagging anyone as I am going to revamp my tag lists, so keep an eye out for that too! 

feedback is very highly appreciated!

When your phone buzzed at 3am, you ignored it, assuming it was some sort of promotional scam email. But then it buzzed again, and again, causing an anxious feeling to flood into your veins. Getting messages from anybody this early in the morning was never a good thing. It usually meant someone was in danger, or worse… 

Throwing your covers off, you scrambled around in your bed, reaching through the darkness to find your cell. Heart caught in your throat, you flinched when it buzzed in your hands, sending a shiver down your spine. The screen blinded you as it lit up the room, illuminating it with a light blue glow. There were six new messages from your boyfriend Sam, and just from seeing the little preview, you could tell this night was going to get a whole lot more interesting.

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My language studies update #3

I discovered something while I took my break from languages for my thesis defense. I realised that discipline is something so breakable and not consistent. I had to stop learning languages for three days during the week, but after that for me it was impossible to go back to the normal waking up at 5 am every single day from Monday to Friday like I used to for the last 2 and a half weeks. Now, besides those three days of break, I also lost three days this week (Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday) since the alarm sounded but my body and mind don’t respond to it like before… And just like a blink of an eye, I lost my so-difficult-to-build routine. In conclusion, discipline is something you can’t put on hold. I will go back to my languages tomorrow and I will try my best to be disciplined like I used to.

P.S.: My thesis defense went pretty good, guys! Besides being so busy with the graduation paperwork, I’m happy it’s finally over and just waiting my graduation ceremony in December. 🎉🎓