latibule (n) a hiding place; of safety and comfort ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ He was alone in this world. He couldn't trust anyone, couldn't believe anything anybody said. He was confused, cold, hurt and most of all, he was broken. He seemed colder than Winter itself, but he was merely a lonely soul yearning for the comfort of a friend, or anyone for that matter. Then he met her. She was a deity, the purest soul he had ever laid his eyes upon. Her gentle and kind heart broke through his barriers. She was his latibule. ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ - highest rank on Fanfiction : #319 - - #1 in bucky - - #1 in avengers - - 05/11/2016 : 100K views - - A Bucky x Original Character Fanfiction - - All characters and the universe belongs to Marvel - - I only own a few of the characters and some other elements of the story - - Set after the Winter Soldier, but the storyline is altered (the events of the Avengers: Age of Ultron never took place, or anything after that and Loki will be part of the Avengers now) - -Warning: Language-

❝War-torn child, you know better than anyone how to cry in silence for things gone by and how to kill and kill without seeing their eyes. War-born child, you were made to hold brawls between your knuckles and bury old friends and old memories between your ribs.❞ ─ j.p. via tumblr pencap COPYRIGHT 2016 JASPERHAIE. COVER BY NÎCIMOS, BAYPORTS. MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE. AVENGERS | AGE OF ULTRON. BUCKY BARNES | THE WINTER SOLDIER. BOOK TWO. Started July 2nd, 2015. Ended - N/A. Editing began July 8th, 2016. Editing ended November 30th, 2017. Editing re-started November 30th, 2017. Editing ended - N/A.

"We all go a little mad sometimes." ↠ The world wasn't like it was before. If you wanted to live, if you wanted to survive, you had to fight for it. And that's exactly what Blaire intended to do. But things weren't so easy anymore. The real enemy was no longer the dead. It was the living. PART TWO [Season 5-?]

[COMPLETED] After one drunken Friday night, Vesper wakes up and finds herself on a bed, in a room, in an apartment that she neither owns nor recognizes. She discovers that the man who owns the place is the same man who she threw a dollar at, insulted, and slapped because she thought he was a pervert hobo who hovers around bars to make a pass at drunken girls. It turns out that "Pervert-Hobo Guy" owns three apartments, a Porsche, seven hit songs, three Grammy awards, and a broken heart paired with a damaged soul. And don't forget to add these things--a raging libido, a skilled mouth, dexterous fingers, and a certain something that may or may not have caused Vesper's eyes to go wide. ~*~*~*~*~ "Your m-mother... is... outside," Vesper mumbled breathlessly. His familiar scent wafted through her nostrils--something woodsy, something citrusy--something that screamed sex on legs. His intoxicating scent befuddled her mind and she cursed herself for being so weak. Her eyes widened at the feel of his something that's definitely not his belt buckle pressing against the small of her stomach. He wickedly grinned. "That's the point. She's outside so she can't see us." He nipped at Vesper's jaw and suckled on that sensitive spot on her neck. He moved towards her lips again and tasted her mouth from corner to corner. "Sweet. So, so, sweet," he said in between kisses. Vesper was horrified at the fact that her body was betraying her. She's a person with a very strong personality, but one touch of Andray's soft lips and she's pliant. Feeling herself losing control, she responded to his kisses with equal fervor, mouth still closed. She gasped in surprise when she felt his hands move to the middle of her legs and cupped her there. His tongue took the opportunity and delved into her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers. ~*~*~*~*~ This story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains strong language and explicit scenes. Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.

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Taking requests A/N not all imagines are by me #28 - Zombie

ABANDONED A range of Carl Grimes short Stories I started this book in 2015 when I was 15 so I don't think that I will be revisiting it. Hope you enjoy :) I don't own the character Carl Grimes or any of the other the walking dead characters in this book however, all the imagines have been written by me.

Basically what the cover says! Thanks for reading:)