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Shadowhunters

Repeat & eNjoy : Shadowhunters

Jace, who is still reeling from everything that has happened, makes hunting down Valentine his number one priority even though he continues to wrestle with his conflicted feelings. In hopes of finding a way to stop Valentine before it is too late, Clary and Simon must find the key to unlocking Jocelyn’s coma. But that key to unlocking Jocelyn’s spell may just undo the Downworlder peace treaty, Simon’s relationship with Raphael, and the Vampire clan in the process. Meanwhile, Alec must deal with the aftermath of his decision and what his choice means for his future.

Would You Be My Wife? (Part 1)

Summary: Bucky needs a way to get rid of his one night stands and decides to offer you a place to stay in exchange for you to pretend to be his wife who has caught him cheating. (Modern-Day AU drabble series)

Word Count: 845

Warnings: None.

A/N: I can only write drabbles right now so have this, guys.

Originally posted by bovaria


Bucky stared at the woman as if she had grown another head overnight. She had been a fantastic lay, but it was now morning and Bucky’s affections ended as soon as the sun peeked through the horizon, its rays lighting up the sky and creeping into his bedroom. Bucky tried to pry her away from him, but her grip was tight and she was determined to use his bare chest as a pillow.

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Old but gold.

Three Inked Words

Pairing: Y/N/Tattoo-Artist!Luke

Rating: PG-All

Request: Yes (Ish?? I changed it a bit)

Words: 3.250+

Summary: Saying the word ‘I Love You’ out loud is a hard task for Luke with his shyness so taking his creativity into action he decides to draw on Y/N’s back and let her guess the three inked words

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Friends after all - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 33 (Fake boyfriend/Neighbour AU)

Title: Friends after all

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader

Word count: 6k+

Warnings: Smut (and anything that comes with that? I don’t know, I don’t use this often), mixed feelings, cheating (I guess)

Summary: AU. Dean Winchester. Mechanic. Neighbour. Best friend. Single father. And fake boyfriend? You babysit his daughter. You’ve known him for years and you’ve been really close. Everything will be put to test though when your sister’s wedding approaches and he has the brilliant idea of pretending to be your boyfriend. Nobody would have ever thought of the result. Certainly not you.

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A small gasp left your lips but before you had the chance to do anything Dean was already dominating your mouth with his. Your hands shook but you managed to bring them around his shoulders, a small groan leaving your lips when his hands found your hips and squeezed tightly. The kiss was somewhat sloppy as you and Dean wanted to get as much as you could. His hot lips moved against yours, not so much roughly as needy. It was full of desperation as your hands fumbled with each other, trying to touch as much as you could. Your fingers tangled with his short hair, tucking and eliciting a groan from him. His own hands did the same and managed to make your hair more of a mess than they already were.

His one hand moved to your hip and lower to your thigh, giving you a firm squeeze. A small gasp left your lips and he found it as the right opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. You heard yourself moan when his hot tongue met yours and you had no will to fight with his. But at it seemed he didn’t want that either. Instead your tongues moved in perfect sync, because that was what you both needed.

His lips fumbled with yours, feeling his teeth graze over them occasionally, his other hand grabbing on your other thigh so that you had your legs wrapped around his middle by now. You held onto his shoulders as you felt yourself fisting his shirt in your hands. You felt yourself grow impatient but at the same time enjoy every moment of it. Because for the first time in ever: this was real. Not a dream, not a fantasy nothing. Dean was all yours and you were his, all his. You could be one, at least for tonight, and with his lips kissing you feverly you didn’t have the mind to think about anything else, Sam above all.

“I love you so much.” it was muffled as his lips were still connected to yours, kissing you messily but you heard it “I love you so so much baby girl.” he was panting as he tried to get out the words.

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[This imagine was requested by @mainstreamed-maddythank you all for your patience, requests, and love. All requests are accepted. I hope you all enjoy! MILD TRIGGER WARNING: THERE IS A DELICATE SCENE IN REGARDS TO AN ACCIDENTAL/SOMEWHAT ON PURPOSE SUICIDE ATTEMPT]

I had been in the guest bedroom (that has never once been a room to any guest) for a little over two hours. Mister J rarely came in here so it seemed like the opportune place to be alone for a while, then again, he wasn’t even home so I was alone anyway. I lay curled up in the faux fur lined hanging egg chair, silently crying while wrapped up in my fuzzy pink blanket with a few empty bottles of wine and a box of chocolates. 
Now as a rule that Mister J and I both oddly saw sense in, we don’t drink. We can serve alcohol, we can hold an alcoholic drink just for show, but we never take even a sip. There was a method to our madness, you see. Alcohol only made my voices more prominent, they only made us more unstable and unpredictable. The reason why we worked, the reason why he had gotten so far is because he was crazy, I was crazy, but we were the smart kind of crazy. We were reckless but our risks were calculated for the most part, there was always a plan. Give us any sort of narcotics and the whole world burns.
I’m not one for breaking, I can take more hits than most, but sometimes it’s not the physical blows that break you. So, there I was, sobbing into a pillow, completely pissed drunk with little whispers in my ear… and then he walked in. 
He was on the verge of saying something about the club and in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt when he stopped in his tracks. 
Nonchalance wasn’t going to fix this, but my drunken mind thought otherwise so sniffling, I wiped my eyes and sat up.
“H-H-Hiya P-P-Puddin’, what’s wrong?” 
His eyes flicked to the few bottles of wine I had with me and his eyes narrowed, “Those better be sparkling water, Y/N, or we’re going to have a problem,” he growled. 
I crumpled then, my sobs coming out heavy and fast and I rose gripping one of the bottles by its neck. 
“We already, have a problem, Mister J,” my speech was mumbled and slurred.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” 
I scoffed, throwing the bottle at him and he sidestepped, watching it hit the wall and shatter before his cool blue-grey eyes focused on me. 
“I don’t like you drunk,” his tone was clipped, angry. 
“You don’t give a damn about me, don’t even gimme that, Mister J,” 
He has never cared, you’re just his toy. There are thousands more just like you. Batman knows it, Mister J knows it, but poor little Y/N can’t face the music. The voices whispered and I smacked the side of my head with a violence, yelling out for them to stop. Mister J looked at me in a way my brain couldn’t process and he shut the bedroom door. 
“I want you to tell me what this is all about, doll.” 
He knows, he is just playing with me now. Always playing, always playing, always fucking playing. I stumbled a little, still holding my head because the voices wouldn’t shut up and Mister J began again. 
“Who made you cry?” 
Who? Who? “You silly, but you don’t care.” 
He rolled his neck, cracking it, a tick that always meant he was angry, irritated, or feeling something. 
“Careful, doll. Now I don’t recall saying anything genuinely rotten to you tod-” 
“That’s right! That’s right, did you hear that?” I giggled, a sad and twisted little giggle when I realised he wouldn’t have heard what the voice in my head had said. “It said, you wouldn’t give a shit if I fell off this here balcony.“ I backed up, pulling the door open and he advanced slowly. 
“Now why would it say such a thing, why would you think such a thing?”
He said it in a curious way… in a way that made me even more sad because why would I question him? Why would I think such bad things about my puddin’? Always in your head Y/N he is always in your head, mixing you up, but now you see. But I don’t want to see!
“You can make a thousand more of me,” I felt empty now, tapping my forehead gently, and my back hit the guard rail. 
“I don’t want to make another one, I want you, do you understand? Aren’t you happy? Don’t you love me? Why are you doing this?” He asked in a voice softer than silk, he was trying to calm me I think. Or trick you. The voices whispered.
“I fell for your stories… for your lies… The Bat made me see, don’t you understand? The Bat, told me how stupid I was for thinking you could ever,” I lifted myself so I was sitting on the guard rail.
“Y/N,” he growled. 
Ever. Care about me.”
I let go of the railing so all I would have to do is tilt my body backward and that would be it. Do it, Harley. Jump. Jump. Hitting my head I screamed again for the voices to stop, my voice hitching as I fell back. Oh! 
“Puddin!” 
“NO!” 
But he had me, his hands curled around my ankle and I stared down at the little cars and realised I could have just been a mangled heap all the way down there. Leaning up I grabbed his arm and he released my leg, yanking me up and over the rail and we fell back. He clutched me to his chest and I sobbed, I held onto him for dear life and I sobbed into his chest while he stroked my hair. Whether from exertion or… something else his heart was beating hard and fast. 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I whimpered. 
He didn’t say anything for a moment, he just lifted me into his arms and carried me back inside, yelling for Frost who entered promptly. 
“Yeah, boss?” 
“Grab the Doc, she has been drinking,”
And with that he was gone and I was still crying but I felt weak, tired, my head lolling and in a moment of tenderness his lips brushed the heart on my cheekbone. 
“We’ll fix you up Y/N… we’ll make it right.”

***Y/N P.O.V

I woke up feeling better, there was an I.V in my arm that was pumping me with fluids to eradicate the alcohol in my system. Mister J was sitting beside me, absently playing with his hunting knife. 
“I don’t like it when you’re presumptuous,” he said. 
Licking my lips I sat up, cupping the side of his neck with my hand and he looked at me then. There was an angry, frustrated, and confused look in his eyes and I brushed my nose against his. 
“I know… I’m sorry… he got into my head. He… he found my weakness,” 
Mister J’s confusion grew, and I squeezed his hand, “You. He made me doubt-” 
“Don’t you ever do anything like that again or I’ll kill you myself,” 
He left me then, moving towards the door but he paused for a second, turning his head but he didn’t look at me. 
“The Bat will hurt for this, for you.” 
And with that he was gone, it was the only thing I needed. It was his way of saying I do care about you, whatever he said was wrong. It was his way of telling me that I mattered to him in the only way he knew how and that was more than I could ever ask for.

[I might make this scene longer for fun or recreate it in Mister J’s point of view further down the line but I am not sure. I am happy with it, I hope you guys are too. Feel free to message me with requests, feedback, or even if you just want to chat.][I also sincerely ask that none of my work is posted elsewhere and in the event that it is please at least credit the author. Thank you]

Read My Mind (Part Eight)

Story Summary: You have a thing for Bucky Barnes. Too bad he can’t read your mind to know about it.

Word Count: 893

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven 

A/N: So this part coincides with what’s going on in the last part. We’re just getting the reader’s POV on the aftermath of the “mayo incident” as I like to call it haha. 

Originally posted by thefirstgingerdoctor

“I’m going to die, you guys. Bucky’s going to kill me,” Clint wept as he placed himself in fetal position at the corner of the entertainment room. “Call the funeral home. We have to write out a list of people who are coming to my funeral service,” he rambled on as you gave him a disbelieving look, Wanda rolling her eyes. “Pietro’s not invited. That bastard keeps eating my girls scout cookies.”

“Why the hell would Bucky kill you?” you questioned, confused as to why Clint and Wanda were acting strange. The both of them fled the scene right when Bucky crushed the jar of mayo he was holding, making a beeline to the entertainment room down the hall.

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Being Kylo’s Bae

Being Kylo’s bae means that he:

  • is jealous af; won’t tolerate any other person even staring at you
  • is literally only nice (kind of) to you
  • would use the force to choke whoever bothers/hurts you
  • would also use the force to choke you during sex
  • freaks the fuck out if you disappear
  • trusts you with all the First Order secrets
  • tells you all about his fucked up childhood
  • lets you wear his mask
The Rebel and the Rose. Part One: Chapter 7.

It’s FriYAY once more, and the weekend! Happy Days. I hope you all have a little bit of sun in your lives, and if not…I’m sure it will come.

Thank you to @lenny9987 for editing this beast, always in your debt for that!

…and also to @gotham-ruaidh, @writtenthroughtime, @westerhos, @londonerbecky, @iwanttodriveyouthroughthenight, @bonnie-wee-swordsman and @suhailauniverse for always being funny/serious/cheerful/intelligent/caring/sharing and many more things besides, this massive SMUT filled chapter is for you! Obvs this is the way I show emotion and/or affection (Is that healthy? Who knows!).

MUCH LOVE.

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Part One: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six.

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“Have ye ever lain wi’ a man, Claire?“ His eyes were serious now, as they stared over at her, she had still to lift her head. He knew the answer before he’d asked the question, of course, but he wanted to hear her say it. He needed her to understand the implications of what she asked him. If they did this, if they lay together, she may forever be tarnished with that mark.

She would no longer be a virgin.

"No.” She mumbled, her eyes finally meeting his. He could swear there was a hint of defiance there. “I know what I’m doing, Jamie. I want you.”

“Do ye now…” He counteracted, knowing she couldn’t possibly, really, understand.

He took one step forward, his hands tugging at the base of his shirt. There was only one way to make her truly see. If she still wanted him after, then he wouldn’t turn her down, he couldn’t. In one sweeping motion he removed the only thing keeping him decent and walked to stand directly in front of her. Inadvertently this had brought the very part of his anatomy he was trying to hide right before her eyes. She needed to she a man naked, to understand.

Slowly her eyes raised from his crotch up to meet his. Hers were wide. He’d shocked her, good. He reached his hand forward to take hers and laid it against him.

“Ye see, Claire. I’ll hurt ye, the first time. I canna avoid it.”

“I know how it works, I’ve read…”

“Aye! Ye’ve read things, Claire. Ye havena felt it, it isna the same! Just the basics, I need ye to ken the proper nature of it. I want ye, badly. I wouldna be in this state if no’ and once I start, I willna be able to stop.”

In a moment of passion he crawled across the bed, took her in his arms and pushed her against the wall the other side. Pinning her against the woodwork. Her legs automatically opened to allow him to stand between them. She still had her palm wrapped around him, he laid his hand over hers gently massaging her warm skin. With his free hand he started to run his fingers along the length of her, exposed as she was to him.

“When ye first do it, yer no’ accustomed to anything, aye? Yer body has to experience it. Ye ken that’s why yer slippery as an eel.” His fingers gradually crept along, his mouth inches from hers. He took her lips against his in a bruising kiss as he let his fingers slip inside her, just a wee way at first to allow her the feel of it. Then more. As he ran the palm of his hand over her, his fingers buried within, she moaned and tilted her hips to meet him.

“Christ, Sassenach. There’s no’ much room for my fingers, never mind my cock, but I want ye!” His tongue drew patterns against her lower lip as he spoke. Her eyes were closed and her head tipped back slightly as she rocked against him, unable to vocalise anything. The feeling was too much. She knew somewhere deep down this was only the beginning, that penetrating her with his digits was nothing compared to having him inside her. Her hand gripped him roughly now, noting every solid inch of him, causing him to thrust his hips.

“Claire, if I take ye now, like this, I’ll be no better than the barbarians they describe us as…” He panted against her, his fingers now abandoning their previous ministrations to pin her hands above her head. He needed a moment. “…ye dinna ken how much I’ve ached for ye, Claire, but I canna…”

She silenced him with a kiss, placed one foot flat against the wall causing her legs to spread and her hips to rise; and slowly, aching slowly, pushed herself flush against him. Using the leverage of his hands as they secured her wrists, she rocked her pelvis against his, groaning into his mouth as she felt him, hard and heavy, against her. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure through her belly and her nipples hardened. He felt them flush against his chest.

“Get on the bed, Claire. I want t’ see ye again.” He gasped as he pulled away from her searing kiss, freeing her hands. Her shift slipped fully off as she walked around Jamie and began to pull the coverlet off the mattress.

“No, Claire. Lie on top of it.” His voice was low, raspy as he watched her crawl atop the bed as he’d requested. He could tell she didn’t really know what to do. “Claire, dinna fash, just lie on yer back. Put ye legs apart, feet on the bed.”

A flash of something rushed through her at his words, her mouth watered and her fingers clenched into the duvet. She did as she was bid, lying with her head twisted towards him, her cheeks gloriously flushed. He reached out a finger and ran it along her collarbone. Her skin was so warm, he moved down rubbing his thumb over her nipple before replacing his hand with his mouth, sucking her slowly and then nipping at her. His teeth on her sensitive flesh was indescribable and she arched her back, her fingers finding purchase in his thick red hair.

He continued his path then, confident that she was so lost in the haze of his touch that she wouldn’t balk at what he was about to do. She’d the measure of the basic principles of sexual intercourse, but Jamie knew a few more intimate details that might be useful in this moment, things that he wasn’t sure she’d be comfortable with had he told her.

His tongue finally found its destination, her legs tensed and her fingers tightened in his curls as he licked the length of her before sucking against her damp skin, the salty sweetness of her filling his senses as he moaned against her. She tried to move his head, her thighs lifting as if to close, but as always he was one step ahead of her.

“No, a ghraidh, no’ yet ye don’t.” He mumbled against her, the vibrations of his voice sending ripples of movement through her and down to her toes. Her legs relinquished some of their tautness and her head fell back as he continued to lap and lick her very centre. The world seemed to fall away, her tummy clenched and relaxed in rhythm with his movements. Her gasps of breath were followed by his as he brought her to the brink over and over again. His tongue ran laps over her until she couldn’t see anything but spots in front of her eyes, her hands were pushing his head down and down, over and over. Her lungs never seemed to be able to fill with enough oxygen to supply her brain, and all the blood in her body seemed to have retreated south.

She cried out as he drew her sensitive skin into his mouth and sucked, hard. Writhing, her vision blurred and her whole body shook. Her legs curled up against her before flopping against the bed, her chest heaving in the aftermath.

Her brain had barely any time to come back to itself before she felt him against her. She was raw, shaking, but that didn’t stop Jamie. He’d needed to have her at his mercy, and he’d achieved that. He thrust into her quickly, holding himself flush with her, allowing her to come round a little and for her body to become accustomed to him inside her this way. Her hands came up and held his arse, her palms were clammy and unsteady.

“Oh…Jamie,” she gasped, her lips barely moving as her thighs lifted to wrap around his hips, his presence bringing her alive once more. “Please.” He began to move then, very gently at first, and then faster as he lost himself. He bent his head, his long locks shielding Claire from everything but him as he kissed her long and deep. Their tongues came together in time with their bodies.

She’d been so lost to the pleasure of his mouth against her that she’d completely missed the pain of their first coupling, she ached now a little as he thrust against her, again and again. But without her even knowing he’d kept her attention elsewhere to spare her. She smiled against his lips at the thought, he’d called himself a barbarian earlier, but he was more of a gentleman than she’d ever met before.

It was in that moment, watching him through hooded lids, that she realised how much she’d fallen under his spell and her heart stuttered. Her legs locked around his thighs now, and her fingers groped at his bottom. She was in too deep, she was sure he was also. In the heat of the moment she’d invited him into her bed and he’d confessed his desire for her.

She could feel the bruises forming as his hip bones hit the top of her legs, feeling his movements become more and more erratic. His moans grew louder and he buried his head against her neck as he cried out and fell against her, his legs buckling with the pressure of his orgasm.

Both slick with sweat, they lay, panting a systematic rhythm. His chest would rise and hers would fall. In time with each other even in their half-sedated state. Jamie shifted a little before pulling Claire against him. They were still surrounded by the warmth of their activities that neither of them felt the need to move under the blankets. Claire buried her head against Jamie’s chest, the sparse hairs there damp but comforting. Their legs intertwined and she wrapped her arms around his waist.

Tenderness start to ebb and flow through her as she fell into an easy sleep, her muscles throbbing with the most pleasurable pain. Her heart finally calmed as she squirmed and whispered ‘I love you…’ her words floating across his skin. She hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but in her haze she had. Jamie’s grip tightened and his breath caught in his throat.

“Oh, Sassenach. Tha gaol agam ort.” His speech was stunted, scared almost. There was so much at stake. He’d allowed himself to become accustomed to her, to fall for her. His brain was working faster than ever. He did love her, but he also was a wanted a man on the brink of war with an English King. He couldn’t risk dragging her into this, couldn’t allow her to end up with a price on her head too, or worse. Dead. His heart almost stopped at the thought, and he clung to her. He’d have this moment, for her as much as for him.

He’d lain with her, taken her maidenhead. His da had rightfully told him that lying with a woman you loved was the most glorious experience, he hadn’t had that until now. But he’d also told him to never lie with a woman you weren’t prepared to take care of afterwards. At the back of his mind the little voice, the irrational one, begged him to run. Run with her and never look back. But he had men, men who were relying on him. Camped somewhere outside of Edinburgh, and he couldn’t simply turn his back on them either.

Her body, warm and pliant, finally lulled him to slumber. Her scent grounded him, but his dreams still had a haze of unease about them. Of blood and war, and of the woman who had now stolen his heart.

Masterlist

In honor of my new url and finally fixing my masterlist, here is an updated version of the list!

Luke:

Baby Boy

High Sex

Two A.M. Talks

The Intern (Personal Favorite)

Stamina

Michael

Beg For Me

Seeing Stars

Calum Doesn’t Know

Batgirl

Calum:

The Secretary

Drunk On You

Do What I Want

Princess

The Safe Word Is Red

The Safe Word Is Red (Part Two)

Ashton:

Makeup Sex

Skype Me, “Bella”

Damn, Baby (Personal Favorite)

The Assistant

The Safe Word Is Red

The Safe Word Is Red (Part Two)

Office Series

The Intern

The Assistant

The Secretary

The Boss (coming soon)

#66- On a plane (Destiel)

Requested by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing for my kink list. Enjoy, love!

Word Count: 1200ish

Warning: smut, sex on an airplane

A/N: More Destiel smut for y’all! Let me know what you think!

“You have to calm down, Dean.”

Dean looks over at Cas, knowing the expression on his face is probably almost cartoon-like with his horror. “Yeah, that’s gonna happen.” Dean’s hands still grip the arms of his seat, knuckles white, as he carefully doesn’t look toward the window of the plane.

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Surprise

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: You x Jimin

Synopsis: Jimin wants to surprise you with the awoken baby… but that doesn’t go exactly as planned…

Word Count: 1448

A/N: this short story is based on a true event that actually happened,, to Admin Bi,, I was the baby. Obviously not with Park Jimin as my father but ya know since he claims he’s not the most graceful,, I wouldn’t be shocked if he does this too. So i’d like to introduce myself,, Admin Bi, with some fluffy, cheesy, clumsy dad!jimin, enjoy :’ ))

Y/B/N: your baby’s name

Originally posted by jitamin

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Big Brother: Draco Malfoy x Sister!Reader

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Request:Can you do an imagine where yn is Draco’s little sister and it’s after the battle of hogwarts and she has another nightmare and Draco hears her scream in her sleep so he runs to her room and wakes her up and just Draco as a sweet loving big brother please

Warnings: None

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Originally posted by skylerlockerbie



“Y/N, come on.” Draco hisses, turning around to glare at his sister, standing a few feet away in the rubble of the Hogwarts castle. 

She swallows, looking past him to her parents, weak behind the Dark Lord. “No.” She mumbles quietly, shaking her head at him. Draco’s eyes go wide, the dirt on his face standing out as his jaw clenches.

 “Y/N, Draco, come on now.” Lucius mumbles, his voice almost inaudible. 

Draco lunges forward, out of desperation, trying to grab Y/N’s arm and drag him with her.

 “No!” She squeals, pulling away from him and backing away, arms across her chest and her shaking violently from side to side. 

“Y/N.” Draco speaks, dangerously, his voice low and raspy. He’s pleading with her. 

“I can’t Draco, I won’t- go.” She urges, pushing him away. He stumbles, swallowing, but stands up straight.

”‘I’m not leaving you here. I told you I wouldn’t leave you.” He mumbles, lowly, tears forming in his eyes.

 “Don’t be a bloody martyr, Draco, go. I’ll be just fine.” Y/N musters, nodding at him. 

“NOW!” Voldemort barks, causing the girl to flinch. 

“Leave. Now.” She whispers, leaning up and kissing her older brothers cheek once. His eyes close, but he turns, quickly, as if he doesn’t want to remember the memory of her, as he approaches Voldemort.

 Y/N watches as her mother collapses slightly, her father’s arm tight around her. She swallows deeply, standing up straight and moving forward in the rubble, standing by Ron and Hermione who are staring at her in shock. “Don’t like being told what to do.” She mutters quietly, giving them a quick explanation. Voldemort hugs Draco, awkwardly, Draco stiff in his arms, but his eyes are focused on Y/N, beady and narrowed.

 “Shame, really, Y/N. You have such potential. Maybe not magically, but, you’re a pretty little thing.” Voldemort says. Draco’s head shoots up at this, glancing at his father who shakes his head, telling him not to think too much about what Voldemort was insinuating. Y/N chuckles dryly, pushing past Arthur and Ginny, standing in front of the Dark Lord.

 “You know nothing, about me. I’m a leader, not a follower, my Lord.” She barks, cocking an eyebrow at him. 

“Y/N!” Draco cuts her off, giving her a look. She ignores her brother. 

“You’re spineless, and a coward, and if Harry was brave and good and-”

 “Harry Potter is dead, Y/N, and if you keep running your mouth you’ll be next. Now come on, come over here.” 

Voldemort growls. She tilts her head at him, shoving her hands into her pockets, “Over my dead body.”

 He sneers at her, and pushes Draco out of the way, “Avada Kedavra-

Y/N wakes up in a cold sweat, a bloodcurdling scream escaping her mouth and echoing off the walls of her dark room. Her breath is rampant, hiccupping as she clenches the sheets in her hands. 

The door to her room bursts open a few minutes later, Draco appearing into the room, wand drawn and hair messed up. He glances across the room, sweeping it for  an intruder or source of imminent danger that scared his baby sister. He calms after a moment, stepping into the room completely and making his way over to her.

 “Nightmare?” He asks quietly, scooting in next to her.

 She doesn’t respond, still sitting straight up and staring at the opposite wall. 

“Y/N..” Draco mutters, reaching over to touch her arm and she flinches away, looking at him with shock. “Easy, easy, it’s just me, love.” He murmurs, low and soft. She stares at him, eyes wide, before throwing herself at him.

 “It’s alright, Y/N. You’re okay. It was just a dream.” He murmurs, brushing his hand through his sister’s hair and rubbing her back. He settles his chin on top of her head, closing his eyes  slightly as she shakes against him.

 “It- Draco he killed me and you and mum and dad were just-” She mumbles into his chest, clutching to his pajama shirt. 

“No. You’re just fine, love. You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He mumbles, consoling his sister, holding her tighter. She calms after a while, her breath evening out. 

“It’s over, Y/N. It’s all over.” Draco mumbles quietly, kissing her head.

 “Don’t leave me, please. Not tonight.” She whispers, pulling away to look at him with a tear stricken face. 

His heart breaks a little, wiping away her tears and settling next to her, pulling the covers over them. “Not a chance, sis. I told you I won’t leave you. Alright? Get some sleep. I’ll be right here.” He mumbles, kissing her forehead.  

Madness

Originally posted by peperodays

Joker Harley!AU

“I don’t know.. I know you are a qualified doctor, but ready?“ The voice of your boss is thick with concern. “I don’t think anyone is ever ready for.. him.”

Your eyes trail to the man she is referring to. He looks like a young male, tousled hair with a face and body that belongs to a Burberry model, not a criminal in an Asylum. 

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12 Months To Live - January

Summary: A diagnosis of cancer turned around your and Dean’s life. It was too late to fully cure it, so Dean decided to go after all your wishes and make your last year the best one ever.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 1048

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Warnings: slight angst

A/N: This is the first part to a new series. This series will have 12 parts (maybe 13 and you’ll see why;)) and it will have fluff, smut, lots of angst in it and yeah, be prepared for heartbreak. Feedback is appreciated!
So I went against my will of writing everything first, cause I’m too impatient but yeah. I will probably post every second day, so I still might be able to be a little ahead with writing and all that. Enjoy!

Italics are flashbacks!

12 Months To Live - Masterpost


“Happy New year, sweetheart,” Dean whispered into your ear as the two of you watched the fireworks go off.

“Happy last year,” you smiled up at him while his face was filled with sadness, even though he kept his smile on for you.

“It’s okay Dean, it’s just how it is,” you assured him before capturing his lips into yours.

At first you struggled with the diagnosis of cancer and only having one year to live. Though if you said twelve months, it sounded much longer. You were broken and didn’t know what to do, should you just run away? But from what? There was no running away from death, not in your case.

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Olicity: Shock and Awe

felicitysmoaklover said: Hey, sorry I don’t know if your taking prompts at the moment but I’ve just seen a video and it made me think of an amazing olicity fic. College age, felicity being in her wheelchair and wanting to walk to get her degree. Oliver (either friend or boyfriend) helps her surprise everyone, especially her mom, by supporting her as she walks to collect her degree. Can olicity get together by the end of it. Thank you. I feel your the best person for this fic :) (I love your writing!!)

“Are you sure about this?”

It’s a question he’s asked her fifteen times in the last ten months - which, technically, was breaking her rules. She’d told him he was allowed to ask her that question once a month at most, but he’s not very good at listening to rules, even when they come from her. It’s a routine - he asks, she says yes, and then they go back to whatever they were doing only moments before. But she loves that he asks, because this is a huge thing he’s helped her achieve and she loves him for that and a whole lot more.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

She loves him enough not to tell him that no matter how many times he asks, she’ll always be sure.

He bites down on his lip when he nods, glancing down for just a moment before he looks back at her. She finds it adorable that he’s feeling the nerves for her, but she’s really not nervous about this moment at all.

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