Auston Matthews - Part 25

Though I’m not entirely sure he wants to, Auston spends the rest of the afternoon helping me put together my bedroom, closet and bathroom. I let him take a break after he makes a small noise in the back of his throat when I ask him to move the shelf he just finished organizing to the other side of my closet. He’s currently napping on my bed with both my dogs sprawled out beside him, the traitors. I eye them a moment, Auston has his sweatshirt back on and the hood pulled up over his eyes though I can see his lips parting slightly every time he breathes.

My stomach growls and I still need to get groceries before the day is over. I glance at the clock and see it’s nearly seven already. I quietly wake the two dogs and usher them out of my room before going back to my bed, climbing on it gently so I don’t wake him that way.

“Auston,” I murmur, putting my hand on his stomach and pressing slightly. “Wake up,” I whisper but I know I’m being too quiet and gentle.

“Hey,” I say a little louder this time and he twitches though he doesn’t wake. I sigh and curse how cute he looks sleeping and I don’t have it in my heart to shake him awake. I sit back on my heels and eye him a moment, straying down to his pants and a wicked idea comes to mind. I lay beside him on my side and place my hand on his thigh, not bothering to being so gentle this time, his eyes remain closed. Slowly running my hand along his thigh I kiss his lips softly, he stirs slightly beneath me, no, beneath my hand.

“Auston,” I whisper again, my lips brushing his jaw. I push down a bit harder with my hand and make quick work of his button and zipper just as he had me. This time when he moves below me his hood tips back and reveals his brown eyes fluttering open lazily. “Hi,” I grin down at me him and he eyes me a moment before rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

“What do you want now,” he mutters though he smirks up at me.

“I want a lot of things,” I reply, my fingers resting just inside his jeans.

“Name one thing in particular right now,” Auston says, putting his hands back behind his head.

“Ben and Jerry’s,” I say, giving him a serious look.

“I don’t think that’s the top of your list right now…”

“You didn’t say top, you just said ‘one thing’” I remind him and flex my fingers, his body responds automatically and I smirk.

Auston doesn’t say anything more though his eyes narrow and he breathes in deeply. I stop my movements and my breathing comes to a halt. That look… In a split second I’m suddenly beneath him and his mouth is on mine. Though I don’t think Auston realized how close to the end of the bed I was because the moment he shifts his weight over me, we tumble to the floor. We stare at each other in shock for a moment, a tangle of limbs and burst out laughing.

“Suppose there are worse ways to wake up,” Auston says, and I remember one of the first nights I spent in Toronto and saying those exact words to him.

I laugh again and climb off of him, helping him back to his feet.

“You can stay here if you want but I need to get myself some groceries,” I move to my closet and drag out a clean set of clothes. I hesitate a moment, eyeing Auston who is still watching me. “Turn around or go out in the hallway,” I shoo him with my hands.

“Really?” Auston asks raising his eyebrows.

“Yes, really!” I snap, my cheeks flushing.

“Y/N, I’ve seen you in a bathing suit, I don’t see how this is much different,” he says seriously and I consider it for a moment.

“That’s different,” I start. “Bathing suits aren’t an intimate item of clothing.” I walk towards him, placing my hand on his chest and forcing him backwards out of my room and into the hallways. “Be down in a minute,” I blow him a kiss and close the door on his annoying smirk.

I meet him downstairs in the living room where Auston is being terrorized by my two dogs bouncing around him.

“Coming with?” I ask him, grabbing my coat and purse from the foyer.

“Of course,” he says and I grin.

Grocery shopping with Auston is much like taking a small child, I remind him on more than once occasion that I’m shopping for me, though he pouts enough when I tell him to put a thing of muffins back that I set it back in my cart, much to his excitement. By the time we get to the checkout line I think that over the half the items in my cart are what Auston convinced me to get. Although he does make up for it by loading everything into the trunk of my car, again by carrying everything inside for me as I get set on organizing.

I’m surprised at how easy and comfortable it is being with Auston all day. I pause at the sink, rinsing the plates we used for dinner before placing them in the dishwasher. Auston notices and eyes me warily.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“I just realized, I haven’t been sad or lonely for a second since my parents left me yesterday,” I say softly, turning and looking at him. “I was so sure that I wouldn’t even be able to function…” I smile up at Auston. “Maybe this was supposed to be my home all along.”

“Only one way to find out,” Auston says, nodding towards my backyard. “Ask your star.”

I blink at him, surprised he even remembered the conversation we had a week ago over the phone. I had been babbling about a meteor shower that was supposed to happen and somehow had gotten on the topic of the story my dad told me about Polaris. He gives me soft smile and takes the plate from my hand.

“Go on,” he pushes me gently towards the backdoor.

I listen and grab his sweatshirt that was still resting on the couch where I left it last night. Pulling it over my head and stuffing my feet into my boots, I step out into the bitter cold of a Toronto winter. My eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness, though when I can finally make out the stars in the distant sky my breath leaves my body. Being slightly away from the lights of the city had been high of my list of requirements for a home, standing here in the backyard I remembered why.

There’s thousands of twinkling lights above me, my trained eyes immediately fly across the sky, finding different sequences and constellations. When they finally fall upon Polaris I tilt my head slightly in consideration.

Auston looks up at me from the couch when I clamber back inside, kicking my boots to the side. He’s lying across my couch, head propped up on an armrest, watching the Habs and Bruins game.

“So?” He asks, watching me as I make my way over to the couch, perching on the edge by his hips.

“I learned one thing for sure,” I nod at him and he raises his eyebrows.

“What’s that?”

“To wear gloves when I go outside,” I say and before he can pull away or flinch, I put my hand against the sliver of his exposed stomach.

Auston lets out a hiss and tries to jerk away from me but his back is already against the couch. So he reaches down and pulls my hand free of his stomach while I erupt into a fit of giggles. Rolling his eyes at me he brings my hand to his mouth, kissing my knuckles.

“You aren’t going to tell me, are you?” Auston muses and I wink.


I go to stand back up but he holds my hand tight.

“Where are you going?” Auston asks, tugging me back down onto the couch.

“Um, I was going to go sit over there,” I nod my head at the chair beside the couch.

“No stay here, Mitch and the other’s will be here soon,” Auston says. Earlier Mitch had been snapping both me and Auston and yelling at me because Auston wasn’t playing COD with him. So to calm him down I told him he could come over, he then invited all the others who play COD online together.

“And when they get here, I can’t do this,” he pulls me down so I’m lying next to him and kisses me, his hand on my neck. I respond and hook my leg over his, though this isn’t one of our steamy make out sessions, I just don’t want to fall off the couch.

Almost immediately lights flash across the wall behind us and my dogs start barking that someone is here.

Auston lets out an annoyed sigh against my lips as I laugh.

“To be continued,” I wink at him and get to my feet, setting off to wrangle my hounds.

Thirty minutes later there’s boys everywhere and I have suddenly become the mother to seven grown men. They all brought their own food, and some for Auston and I wish we both already ate but we don’t tell them that, so there is a mess of food on my coffee table and one of my dogs already stole someone’s biscuit.

Morgan and Mitch are arguing over by the T.V, trying to get their game system that they decided my house needed set up. I had asked them why I would need it and they all had looked at me like I was an idiot.

“So we can play here…” Morgan had said slowly like I needed time to process his words.

“Did I say you could play here?” I had retorted and a silence had fallen over the room, they looked at each other like they hadn’t considered it. Auston then looked up at me from his place on the couch.

“Can we play here?” He asked and a wave of heads turned to look at me, my face flushed.

“Yes, you can play here,” I muttered and I had busied myself with forcing a paper towel into Mitch’s hand, he already have spilled something down the front of his shirt and he was sitting on my favorite rug. Like I said, literally a mother to seven man boys.

“And so Auston can play here when he’s shack-,“ Will starts and I throw a dagger look at him.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” I say to him and he smirks.

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” he says shoving a forkful of food into his mouth, all the while grinning at me.

I glance at the clock and see it’s nearly 10:30 already.

“Isn’t it past your bedtimes?’ I ask the room and Morgan pipes up.

“Hold up, I’m older than you. You adopted Mitch and Will when you started dating Auston so you can only boss them around.”

My face reddens at the word “dating” is that what we are doing? Auston and I hadn’t talked about it and it’s not like he asked me to be his girlfriend. Though we did say we were exclusive. My mind whirls a thousand miles an hour and Morgan frowns at me.

“Uh I was just kidding…” he says slowly and I realize I must look offended or something.

“Oh no, I was too, I just… uh…” I look anywhere but at Auston.

“Are you not dating? Did I make something awkward?” Morgan asks, his eyes flashing between Auston and I and I want to fall into the floor and disappear.

“I uh…” I stutter. “I’m going to take a…” I point to the stairs and back towards them, trying to keep my face calm and clear before turning and bolting up them. Feeling Auston’s eyes on me the entire way.

Mitch POV

Everyone stares at Y/N’s retreating back as she scrambles up the stairs.

“Nice one, Morgan,” I snap at him. “First time you meet her and you pissed her off already. New record,” I lean back against the couch as I finally get the system working on Y/N’s T.V.

“I didn’t mean to!” Morgan retorts and looks at Auston.

“Are you not dating? I honestly thought you were,” he tries to defend himself, his eyes flashing to the stairs again.

“Well, I mean… I think so,” Auston stammers, looking at me like it’s a question.

“What do you mean you think so?” I ask him, and the controller is ripped from my hands by Zach, who has little interest in the current conversation.

“I guess we never said it but I thought we were…”

“Dumbass,” Morgan says and I nod in agreement.

“Doesn’t look like she thinks that, Matts,” I say, taking the controller back from Zach while he isn’t looking.

Auston looks a little lost at what he’s supposed to do, his face clearly showing his confusion. I hear the water turn on upstairs, which I assume means Y/N is taking a shower.

“Good luck, buddy,” is all I say to him. Auston rubs his face with his hand which is what he usually does when he’s stressed.

Though he stands and makes his way to the stairs, but not before hitting Morgan over the head with the back of his hand as he passes by.


I take my time in the shower, letting all the hot water rinse away the stress and tears that I’ve shed the last few days while moving. By the time I turn off the water my bathroom is steamed up and my skin is a slight pink. I wrap myself in a towel and step out into my bedroom, I’m halfway to my closet before I realize there is someone sitting on my bed.

Squealing, I clutch the towel even tighter around myself. Auston looks up from where he had been staring at the floor and meets my eyes. To my surprise his gaze never falls down to my towel.

“What are you doing?” I finally manage to get out, my heart calming down against my ribs.

“I wanted to talk to you about what Morgan said,” he says simply, looking back down at his hands and I’m guessing it’s so he doesn’t let his gaze slip to my towel.

“While I’m naked?” I ask, one of my hands darting down to my leg to make sure the towel is actually covering all of me.

“That was an unexpected bonus,” Auston admits, his eyes flashing to me for just a moment and my cheeks warm.

I glance at my closet but I don’t want to wait Auston wait any longer to say what he wants, he looks like his head might explode. Hesitantly, I make my way to the bed and after being positive that I can sit modestly, I lower myself down next to him.

“So talk,” I say.

Auston shifts next to me, looking comfortable.

“I was under the impression that we were…” he starts and I think I hear embarrassment in his voice. “I thought that we were, you know… together…” he rubs the back of his head.

“I was under the impression that you can only say you’re with someone is if you actually ask them,” I say right back.

Auston shifts again next to me and looks at me at a loss of words. I wait, not saying anything.

“Right now?” He asks incredulously.

“Ask me,” I whisper.

“Wanna be my girlfriend?’ he asks awkwardly and I erupt into a fit of giggles.

“Mitch is going to hate me now,” I say through my giggles and he rolls his eyes at me.

“I’m taking that as a yes,” he says and then his eyes flash down to my legs and I realize my movement from laughing made my towel slide up, exposing the tops of my thighs. I quickly reach down and pull my towel back down.

“Look at that, I call you my girlfriend and you’re already naked,” he smirks at me and I swat his arm.

“I may be naked but your best friends are downstairs. So, you go back down there and I’ll be down in a few minutes,” I tap his nose with my finger and stand up.

“But…” Auston starts and I cut him off with a quick kiss.

“Later,” I whisper against his lips.

Auston pouts for a moment before standing and shuffling to the doorway, giving me one last longing look before closing the door behind him. I wait until I hear the top stair creak before jumping around my room like a giddy high school girl.

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((you don't have to do all these, I am just insane XD) "You don't have to do ALL these, I'm just insane."

“You don’t have to do ALL these, I’m just insane.”

Marinette, Alya and Nino stopped dead in their tracks. They exchanged looks before proceeding with what they were doing. Adrien was sitting silently at the table in the Dupain-Cheng household while his 3 friends were working. Fifteen minutes later he found himself being almost drowned in food.

“Blanquette de Veau?” Marinette offered shoving a pot in his face.

“Entrée , first, Mari, you heathen.” Alya complained and then he had a bowl shoved in his face. “Soupe à L'oignon?”

Marinette pushed Alya aside. “Sole Meunière?” she extended a plate towards Adrien, but before he could reach to take it, Nino appeared in front of him.

“Hachis Parmentier, bro?”

“Fuck off, DJ, he needs Pan-seared Foie Gras !” Alya dragged Nino away by the collar.

“Shut up with your ‘my mother is a five stars chef’ bullshit, Alya.” Marinette appeared again before him. “ Bouillabaisse?”

Alya used her hip to nudge Marinette, as she also presented him with a plate. “ Cod Accras?”

Nino appeared, pushing both girls on either side and presenting Adrien two huge plates. “Tagine? Couscous?”

Marinette hissed and also placed a plate in front of him. “Boeuf Bourguignon?”

Alya appeared on Nino’s other side with a large bowl. “Tartiflette?”

What happened next will shock you. Adrien fainted.

“What happened?”

“I think we overwhelmed him with love and care.”

“And delicious food he was probably not allowed to eat.”



“That must be it.”

Who would have guessed that would happen when all Adrien did was ask for a snack?

Am I Enough PT 6

Am I Enough PT 6

Bucky X Reader

Summary: The team gets called back for a mission, but Sam stays back. Not only to keep an eye on you but also try to convince you back.

Warnings: angst fluff and Sam freaking Wilson!

A/N: Hello All! This chapter may seem a little rushed wanted to move the story along to the good stuff. Also Sam Wilson never gets enough love in stories so I’m loving up on him. Thanks again for all the comments and messages I’m really enjoying reading them.

“What do I do now?”


It seemed to be a blur of events after your announcement, Tony was calling the jet getting it ready to go. Steve had a blank stare on his face, trying to convince himself that what he just heard wasn’t true. Sam and Wanda were attempting to talk them down and focus, snapping their fingers in their faces. Thor was hugging you close telling you that everything would be OK, that he would avenge your honor. Vision was standing around taking the group in not really helping or hindering anyone.

It seemed to wind down when all their phones began to ring and vibrate. Tony quickly accessed his phone and read the message. “Looks like we have a mission guys, trouble in Europe again.” He rolls his eyes and puts his phone away. “This mission is on hold until we get back. Sam you’re staying here, don’t want this one,” he is waving his hand directly at you. “Wandering off or convincing herself that she is staying in this disconnected from humanity town.”

Sam merely nods his head. “Woah, hold on I don’t need some babysitter.” You protest, turning to Tony, glaring at Sam as well, shaking your finger at him. “I’m happy you all came to check up on me but you have a mission to do, don’t just leave Sam behind because you think I’m not coming back.”

Tony is no longer listening to you. Instead he is on the phone again checking on trip details. You sigh looking around for someone to back you up. Of course they all agree with Tony, nods go around at the apparent sound decision. It’s part of the reason that they were here.

“Give it up kiddo,” Clint finally speaks up, you had forgotten he was here, “just let him have this, he was pretty torn up when you left.” You can only nod and turn to Sam.

“I guess you are bunking with me, I hope you don’t mind sleeping on the floor.”

He chuckles and swings an arm around your shoulder. “Yes, finally a roommate I don’t mind having. Also the prettiest one I think I have ever had.”

You giggle and wrap your arm around his waist. “Lets see them off and then find you some things to do while I work, I certainly don’t have anything for you now.”

Seeing them off was a tearful event, they each had their own fears of you not coming back. More so that this might be the last chance to convince you to come back. To say there was a lot of pressure on Sam was an understatement. Each one drew him away to talk and each time he merely clapped them on the shoulder and sent them on their way. They all have you gone crushing hugs, each one lingering as they whispered encouragement and love into your ear.

Tony was the last to come up, he didn’t reach for you but begins to lecture you making sure you took care of yourself. You roll your eyes and cut him off by pulling him in. It takes him a moment but he returns the hug, pulling you as close as he can.

“Thank you, Tony for looking out for me. I know you are worried I’m not coming back but I will, in my own time, granted. I can’t just leave you alone for too long, you’ll get into trouble.”

He chuckles, “Too late for that sweetheart, why do you think I’m here.” He sneaks his hand in your pocket trying to slide his credit card in. You stop his hand. “Please just let me have this,” he whispers, getting slightly choked up, “I want to at least know that if anything happens you’ll have enough to come back to me. My last bit of taking care of you?” You release him to continue. You squeeze him once more before letting him go.

You both have tears in your eyes. He wipes them away quickly, “Darn this fresh air, I need some smog clogged streets, making my eyes water.” You shake your head and smile. With that you see them fly off once again to save the day.

You turn to Sam and head to the car. The car ride is fun, you have cranked the music up and rolled the window down. Singing at the top of your lungs. This was your favorite thing about Sam, his ability to make you feel that everything was alright and that no matter what you wanted to do, you could do it and he was more than up for it.

You head for the mall, it had just about everything you could ask for. You make a game out of your time, a scavenger hunt of sorts. Find the tallest heel ended with Sam strutting down the aisle in a pair of 8 inch yellow stiletos. Find the biggest TV, you grabbed popcorn and a bean bag chair watching the aquarium on the screen. The last was the most unhealthy snack you could find, you shared a triple chocolate chunk fudge ice cream sandwich. It was so sweet you both only got about 4 bites in each that you had to stop.

The best part was, Tony footed the bill for everything. You ended up with a trunk full of stuff, a TV with a game console with any and every game Sam could possibly play. He had movies galore and you even talked him into a few books for educational purposes, as you called it. To finish it off you bought another blowup bed with all bed nessecities.

Dragging it all home you set everything up while waiting for pizza to arrive. This had been the best day ever, it was rare you got to spend this much time with Sam.you started to wonder why that was when you had so much in common. You could do this all the time with him. When the pizza arrived you both sat on the floor each with a remote control in your hand.

“Sam?” You glance at him while playing COD together, he grunts in question. “Thanks.”

Again he grunts, before shifting his eyes. “Thanks? For what?”

“For being here. I know I haven’t been the most pleasant person to be around. You haven’t even asked what happened yet. You know the who and what but not all the details.”

Sam pauses the game setting his controller down. “You don’t have to thank me for that. I’ll always be her for you. What do you think friends are for?”

“I know that and that’s why I’m thanking you. I mean I cry myself to sleep every night, I get lost in my head during conversations, you shouldn’t have to put up with that. The fact that you do means a lot to me. I’ll get better I promise.” You’re sniffling by the end, wondering why you ended up with such a great friend.

“Ok, ok, you’re welcome. Like I said I’ll always be here for you. As for everything else, we’ll work through it. Everything will get better. You’re hurt and scared but I’m not leaving you anytime soon. If you need to cry, go for it. Drift all you want, I’ll draw you back in, but never forget I’m right here.” He pulls you into a hug kissing your forehead.

He pulls back and you both share a smile. “Now, pick up that remote and let me kick your butt.”

“Oh you’re so on!”

The night continued on with fun and laughter and barely a thought towards Bucky. It was perfect and for the first time since this all started you slept peacefully not a tear escaped you.

The next few days formed a pattern, work and coming home to dinner and movies or games. You started to relax in your new environment, Sam made it easier as well, talking late into the night about what was happening. The one thing you did avoid was Bucky and anything to do with him. You would tense up and change the subject when brought up. Sam seemed to catch on rather quickly and soon you weren’t talking about him at all.

The team hadn’t called since they left, but as the week went by you started to miss them. It was enough to make you want to go back. Though a bonus would be if he wasn’t there of course. All in all you were still up in the air, Sam never commenting directly, just mentioning places and things he missed in New York.

As if the universe got tired of you flip flopping, it decided to make the choice for you. You had gone out to dinner, a nice little pizza joint, while you were strolling back you saw 2 fire trucks fly by. You don’t think much of it until you drew closer to your apartment. Flames engulfed the 3rd floor just above your apartment. You stop staring at the building praying it wasn’t so that maybe you had gotten your building confused. This was not the case. The flames shot high into the sky blasting out the windows.

Sam turns you away from the scene burying your face into his chest. Tears began to form and choking sobs escape you. Your arms shakily wrap around him, attempting to pull yourself closer to him. It wasn’t so much the lose of your stuff or the home but the mere thought of having to go back now. You weren’t ready yet. You still had a month, you were supposed to have a whole month left. This was happening too quick. Your old apartment was still unavailable to you, meaning you didn’t have a place to stay, all you could think of though was going back to him.

Sam pulls his phone out dialling Tony, “Hey, some things happened. It looks like your getting your wish we’re coming back.”

Bucky POV

After getting off the phone with Sam, Bucky started to pace the floor. He had made the call. He made the right choice. He just had to wait now. Of course he was either going to die from his friends beating him or something worse.

Soon he was interrupted by a phone call. Mission meeting in 2 hours when the rest of the team came back. A door down the hall opens, Nat staggers out.

“You get the call as well?”

“Yes, all hands on deck I guess.” She is practically whispering it. She won’t meet his eyes.

“Ok, I called Sam. I’m going to make this right I promise.” She snorts at this finally looking at him.

“Good luck.”

“They know.” She stiffens. This was going to be awkward to say the least. She nods and goes on her way to prep for the mission.

Knowing he couldn’t do anything till Sam arrived he went as well to suit up. FRIDAY informed him of the team arriving. He pulls himself together, heading towards the landing platform. He arrives as the hatch.Tony is the first to exit, heading directly toward Bucky. He braces himself seeing the first coming, but knowing he deserves it. He takes the hit, letting his head swing with the punch.

“I aught to do much worse than that, Tin Man.” Tony is fuming but already feeling a little better after the one hit. Bucky sees Steve come towards them. Waving him off he looks back toward Tony.

“I deserved that. I know what I did was wrong and I’m going to fix this. I need to I never should have done what I did.”

“You’re darn right about that. Unfortunately your going to have to prove that to us before you ever get near her. You understand?” He’s waving his finger in his face. He stops and turns around storming off.

“I will,” he yells after Tony. “Where is Sam? I need his help.”

“He’s not here. Stayed back with (Y/N)” Steve answers. Bucky can tell he’s angry with him, no more frustrated. He doesn’t understand still, how is best friend could break a girls heart so bad. Steve doesn’t meet his eyes for long want to look else where but still be there for his best friend.

He nods, well maybe he can just call for now. First came the mission though. After a brief debrief they all piled into the quinjet and headed out. It was a hard mission, every time it seemed they were making head way they got pushed back.

By the end all were covered in bruises scrapes and a few cuts all around. They were grateful to be back at the compound. It was harder than normal considering the tension between the members. Nat had gotten glares and snarky remakes from each. Everyone trying to pretend that they both hadn’t played a part in destroying one of their best friends.

At the end of the day though, they each just wanted things to go back to the way things were. When they were a family.

Going to their separate quarters, Bucky grabbed his phone quickly dialled up Sam. When he answered Bucky quickly starts talking, “I need your help. I want you to help me make things right with her. I just don’t know what I need to do? Please? Please help me.”

“Woah slow down there. I can help but did you think about what I said?”


“Good, now your going to call me everyday for now tell me about how your feeling. I’m guessing Tony wanted you to prove yourself to them and I agree but this is a good start. I want to know what is going on in that head of your. I mean everything any doubts, fears, or wild ideas that pop up.”

Bucky is nodding into the phone. He wants to be certain. He wants to bring his family back together, but most importantly he wants you to come back.

“Is that a Yes?”

“Yes, yes I understand.” He was desperate to make them all understand. He need to show them all how serious he was. This caused him to almost shout his answer.

“Good now, (Y/N) usually is at work from 9-4 so call me anytime between then and I can guarantee that I’ll pick up. After that I will be with her so I may not answer so leave me a message and I’ll call you back when I get a chance.”


“Good, now I have to go she’s back.”

“Ok take good care of her.”

“Always do.” Bucky hangs up. He felt better already. He was headed in the right direction.

Over the next week he calls, Sam never once failing to pick up, in fact most days Bucky calls 2 or 3 times a day. About 2 weeks later, there was a change, instead of Bucky calling Sam, Sam called him. Bucky picked up afraid that something had happened to her. She could be hurt anything.

It turned out they were coming back. Now it was time to put his feelings to the test.

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Richtofen: You gotta stand up for yourself. I can’t do this alone, which means you’ve got to pull yourself together!

Tank: God dammit, you’re right, doc. Today’s the day I get hard!

Richtofen: Okay, maybe we don’t phrase it like that.

Tank: Oh no. Rule number 1: no backing down! Look out world! I’m hard and coming! *leaves room*


Takeo: So… Does he want to help Richtofen or fuck him?

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You broke your leg? Are you okay? are you taking pain killers? I'm... kinda surprise to be honest, hope you get well soon <3

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and wanted to tell you that our little Red is doing okay, his leg doesn’t ache, and doctor said that it was a “lucky break”, since there’s no dislocation in bones… i don’t let him sit for too long to avoid edema, and feed him all the cod liver and milk i can find! thank you for your kind wishes, i took the liberty to uh, “transcribe” every wish to a rose and gave it to him, look how happy our buddy is!


Papy and Red ♥


Hello, sorry I made such a tongue-in-cheek answer to that, but yeah, my leg feels better and better each day! The doctor said it will take 5 weeks to heal, but I’m hoping 3? < : 3 But yeah, thank you again, and I was wondering if I could start a honeymustard reply blog? : o would anyone be interested in that?

What would the fallout four companions dress as for Halloween? (DLC companions too please)

Past Halloween Costumes- (x)

Cait- A pirate, and a damn good one too!

Codsworth- Sole drapes a white cloth, with cut eye holes, over Cods, making him a ghost

Curie- She goes as a cute, not scary, scarecrow. People try to tell her that its supposed to be scary but she doesn’t care, she likes it.

Danse- Sole talks to him about what costume to have. Sole gave him the idea of a lumber jack person. Danse likes the idea and goes as that.

Deacon- Decided to stay with one costume. The costume is a Mummy. Wait a minute… Nope, nevermind, he’s not staying in one costume…He’s Dracula now

Dogmeat- Dogmeat is Toto from Wizard of Oz

Hancock- A zombie, but people keep thinking he’s either dressed up as a feral ghoul, or a real feral ghoul

MacCready- He learned from last year. He is not going with something with a lot of skin showing, so he goes as Waldo from Where’s Waldo.

Nick Valentine- A police man. He’s not very creative with costumes.

Piper- She’s Dorothy from Wizard of Oz

Preston- A classic cowboy

Strong- Strong goes as Frankenstein’s Monster, but only if Sole goes as Frankenstein.

X6-88- If the Institute is destroyed, he goes as the Grim Reaper.

Gage- A werewolf.

Longfellow- Goes as Captain Ahab from Moby Dick

anonymous asked:

do you know anything about what paine was like with the monroes when they were in france? i'm assuming his brief friendship with napoleon was largely because of them! and, if possible, could you find out if the monroes being slave owners was a strain on their relationship, if they in fact had a good one?

The Monroes being slaves was not a strain on their relationship what so ever because both parties grew up around slavery and inherited slaves when their fathers died. 

The Monroes and Thomas Paine is a rather cool story, it has nothing to do with Napoleon Bonaparte however because they housed Paine during their first time in France from 1794-1797, they didn’t get into Napoleon’s circle until their second visit in 1803-1808. It was after James Monroe’s arrival in France that he addressed the National Convention, receiving a standing applause for his speech celebrating republicanism. He experienced several early diplomatic successes, including the protection of U.S. trade from French attacks and used his good influence on the French to win the release of Thomas Paine and Adrienne de La Fayette.

Thomas Paine was arrested in 1793 after publishing his antiroyalty book The Rights of Man and for his strict opposition to the death penalty which he vocally spoke about. He also began writing a provocative new book, The Age of Reason, which promoted the notion that God did not influence the actions of people and that science and rationality would prevail over religion and superstition. Autumn of 1793, he was arrested and taken to Luxembourg Prison. In prison, he continued to work on The Age of Reason. There is one such event that befell him while in prison, nearly taking his head:

“A chalk-mark used to be put on the dungeon door of each prisoner who was picked out for execution. The door of Paine’s cell swung open, so that when the marker passed along in the performance of his gruesome task he chalked the back of the door. Shortly after, Paine closed the door, so that the mark was inside and could not be seen. When the headsmen came in search of their victims, they saw no such mark on Paine’s door and so he escaped the guillotine.”

James Monroe began using all of his diplomatic connections to get Paine released in November 1794. Monroe began to clash with the other Minister to France, Gouveneur Morris over Thomas Paine’s release. Morris wanted to prevent Paine from returning to America and Paine was not as abusive of Morris as Morris was of Paine. Of course, Monroe received terrible attention from America because he was given specific instructions not to intervene in these such matters in France. It was on November 6th, that Monroe rescued Paine from Luxembourg prison. Monroe “took him, half dead, to his own abode, then the Maison des Eir angers, Rue de la Roi. This is now (1899) 101 Rue de Richelieu, printing office of Le Temps and publishing office of the Gironde. It is the same building as in Paine’s time, and several rooms retain traces of their former decora- tions. ” By November 30th, Monroe wrote to James Madison:

“Mr. Paine who is of my family desires to be remembered to you. He will be with you in the spring.”

Paine would live in the Monroe residence from November 1794 to the spring of 1796. He borrowed money “Mr. Paine had occasion to borrow two hundred & fifty crowns” (October 23, 1795). When Thomas Paine arrived at the Monroe’s home “he was in extreme ill health, without resource, & (affrs. being unsettled) not without apprehensions of personal danger, & therefore anxious to avail himself as much as possible of such protection as I cod. give him.” He was given a separate room in their house which he accepted, and it was his intention at that time some point in October on 1794 to depart for America in the Spring. 

Monroe “asked permission of the Com[mity] of p[ublic] safety for him to depart” from France back to America, but he was denied with request. His disease being rather terrible, he continued to be in their home until in the words of Monroe, “his death or departure for America, however remote either the one or the other event may be.” James Monroe gave him a strict rule, that “whilst in my house, he would write nothing for the publick, either of Europe or America, upon the subject of our affrs.” Paine apparently did not look upon this in a favorable light but soon faltered after Monroe mentioned the “delicacy of my publick & private character” and for he did not want more to spoil his public character.

It was during this time that Monroe and Paine grew to be rather close and discussed deism and religion and Paine’s savior seemed to enjoy “the pleasure of extending to Mr. Paine”. Paine broke his promise and began communicating with Frederick Muhlenburg in America as well at Thomas Pinckney. Argument “revived” with Paine and Monroe began expressing his “extreme concern” that he pursued a conduct which, under existing circumstances, “gave me so much pain.” 

By July 5th, 1796, Paine began to disobey and overstay his company in the Monroe home. Paine “having resolved to continue in Europe sometime longer” realized that “it was inconvenient for me to keep him longer in my family” he began publishing papers again as well as getting into politics issues which led to Monroe’s recall by President George Washington in 1797. Disregarding Monroe’s request which was that if Paine heard any information pertaining the United States since he was still ambassador, Monroe knew his guest was going to “probably compromit me by publishing some things which he picked up while in my house.” Paine began to harass and turned into more of a burden in the home. Paine did publish something, a pamphlet against George Washington and Washington back in America believing that Monroe was excepting this type of behavior, encouraging it and ultimately recalled him back.

Paine’s character not only was one of the leading reasons he got recalled, it was also what the Federalist began to strike against him when John Adams was elected in 1797. In a letter to James Madison on June 8th, 1798 in response to the May 8th address from the inhabitants of Lancaster County, Pennsylvania where President Adams complained that “the honor done, the publicity and solemnity given to the audience of leave, to a disgraced minister, recalled in displeasure for misconduct, was a studied insult to the government of my country” : 

“The first paragh. is inaccurate, in implying that Paine did write in my house, whereas he did not—and in implying also that I knew of his writing by Mr. Pinckney as also the contents of the letter, wh. I did not, having heard of no such letter till Mr. Pinckney informed me of it after he left Paris as I accompanied him a few miles from the town.”

James Monroe may have saved Thomas Paine from the guillotine and prison but it certainly did him not good in the long run. He got on shiftier terms with the French, was recalled from his Diplomatic position and Federalist during the Adams Administration used his hospitality against him suggestion, charging saying he provoked Paine to write the anti-Washington pamphlets and spearheaded extremely inappropriate behavior. 

alloftheseships  asked:

Maybe something jaylos centered with previous harlos, where Carlos and the other original VKs react badly to Uma, Harry, and Gil being brought to Auradon?? Thank you <3

anonymous asked: Hi love. Im totally into crazy ex boyfriend Harry. Could you please write J/C fic when they are together and Jay comes back to they room after really bad day and C is incredible scared that J cod hit him of something lime that. J of course is trying his best…. panic attack? Past abuse/hurt/comfort

i got a lot of prompts and not a lot of time, so these two prompts are going together!! thank y’all <3

possible triggers: past emotional/physical abuse, panic attacks (all under the cut)

The car is set to arrive any minute now. Jay looks at his watch and sighs. He told Ben time and time again that this was a bad idea, and Ben didn’t listen. But it’s Jay who has to face these assholes every day.

Next to him, Mal and Evie clutch each other. He can tell that Evie is shaking, and Mal is intentionally holding her face very still. Carlos is nowhere to be seen. Ben stands straight and tall at the front of the line, taking deep breaths. He seems scared, at least, just like everyone else. In the distance, they can see the bridge forming to bring the car to them. Every Villain Kid has been brought off of the Isle and filtered into school - Dizzy and Anthony, Freddie, Maddie. He can see the car now, speedily approaching. Every Villain Kid but three.

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rainfell15  asked:

So I got an idea while playing call of duty lol imagine 2Ds s/o playing cod, but him not knowing and them screaming things like "yes!" And "oh my god" and he thinks they're cheating only to find them playing 😂 (some fluff or nsfw either is fine)

rip the only cod game I’ve ever played is ghost and I only played it like one time so we’ll see how this goes

You stared wide-eyed into the tv screen in the as you furiously pressed buttons on your Xbox controller. Murdoc, who was seated next to you, was little to no help—seeing as he hardly knew which buttons to press. “FUCKING HELL, MURDOC,” you screeched at him as the other team annihilated you. “You were supposed to be the lookout!” you hissed as your character rebooted. “My controller’s broken!” he whined back at you. You shot him a glance and raised your eyebrows before sighing and pausing the game to explain (for the eighth time) how to play. Murdoc’s eyebrows were still furrowed together in confusion as he held the controller limply in his hand. “Okay just follow my lead and shoot who I tell you to, okay?” you directed before unpausing. Just as you began engaging in combat, you heard the front door unlock and creak open. Stu must be home you rationalized in your head before attempting to call out to him. However, your attention was quickly diverted back to the game—cutting your greeting short—as you realized you had managed to single-handedly ward off the enemy team. “Fuck! YES!” You cheered, nearly jumping out of your seat. However, precisely at that moment, you noticed Murdoc grumbling and stewing beside you, and you realized that he had died in combat…again. “Oh. my. god. Murdoc!” you patronized. He opened his mouth to protest but he was cut off by an exclamatory “FUCK” from you as you realized that there were still more players to fight—and they were coming your way. Murdoc was taking an abnormally long amount of time to reboot and, meanwhile, you were nearly dead trying to fight alone. “Muds! I need you now!” you shouted in vain. “I’m coming!” He shouted back as his player finally finished rebooting. Suddenly, you heard the door slam open behind you. The two of you abandoned your game and spun around to face a confused 2D rubbing his hand from from slamming the door with such force. “Hey Stu…” you greeted him a mix of confusion and curiosity. “Wha’ were yew two just…” he trailed off taking in the scene of the bright flashing of the tv and the controllers in each of your hands. “We were playing cod..Are you okay?” You questioned right before realization hit you. “YOU THOUGHT WERE–” you were cut off by your own laughter. Murdoc looked confused for a moment as well until he caught on and a mischievous grin spread across his face. 2d stood motionless in the doorway, a look of concern still darkening his expression. “D, we were just shouting about the video game, nothing happened.” You said, easing his fear. You knew about Murdoc’s history of interfering with 2D’s relationships, and suddenly you felt sorry for worrying him like that. You stood and paused the game, walking solemnly over 2D staring blankly back at you—clearly trying to hide a flurry of emotions. You took both of his hands in yours and looked up at him. “Stuart Pot,” you began affirmingly, “I will never ever do anything to hurt you. You’re the only one I want. I love you, you doofus.” You said firmly, giving his hands a small squeeze. For a second, doubt flickered across his face but he squeezed your hands back anyway and whispered “I love you too.” The two of you embraced as Murdoc groaned from the couch and grumbled something about “ooey gooey poetry shit” and stalked out to find something more interesting to do with his time. “You know…now that he’s gone…I can show you just how much I love you…” you said, tracing your index finger down his chest. And with that, Stuart was yours.

Since my full masterlist will never post correctly, I’m making posts for each of the guys individually and one for the 4/4 I’ve done.

Please note: Bold is extremely naughty (16+), italicized is kinda naughty(13+). All the full fics have smut at some point. Requests are closed.

Michael Clifford:

Screw the Police (Cop Michael) - chapter one // chapter two // chapter three // chapter four // chapter five // chapter six // chapter seven //chapter eight // chapter nine // chapter ten // chapter eleven // chapter twelve // chapter thirteen // chapter fourteen // chapter fifteen

Blurb - How he’d act if he likes you

Blurb - You ask him out

Imagine - He likes you but you’re best friends

Imagine - You’re Ashton’s sister and Michael likes you

Imagine - Nicotine by Panic! at the Disco

Imagine - He’s a biker guy who likes you

Blurb - Corrupting an innocent girl

Blurb - Handcuff kink

Imagine - Losing it to your best friend (part one)

Imagine - Post concert sex

Imagine - You moan like a pornstar

Imagine - You hate each other but hook up

Imagine - You’re playing video games and get ‘bored’

Imagine - He loves seeing you in his clothes

Imagine: Michael/Ashton threesome

Imagine - You beat him in COD and give him head

Imagine - Your dad walks in on you two

Imagine - Damn Good Night (rough Michael)

“Sure,” he said, “So let’s go down the list.  Team leader: Aegis.


You’d think he has the standard Alexandria package, flight, super strength, invincibility, but that isn’t exactly right.  He does fly, but the other two powers work differently than you’d expect.  See, he isn’t invincible… he just doesn’t have any weak points.

So a) Aegis is a “he”. I believe I assumed “she” when the name first came up, whoops.

b) Alexandria has the standard package, sort of Superman-esque. Could have something else too.

c) Not invincible, but no weak points. So in other words, all of him is equally strong/vulnerable against attack. I mean, that’s fair.

His entire biology is filled with so many redundancies and reinforcements that you just can’t put him down.

Oh my cod that’s very different

All of a sudden he sounds like a coddamn eldritch monstrosity.

Throw sand in his eyes and he can still see by sensing the light on his skin.  Cut his throat and it doesn’t bleed any more than the back of his hand would.  The guy’s had an arm cut off and it was attached and working fine the next day.  Stab him through the heart and another organ takes over the necessary functions.”

At least it sounds like these things are mostly internal, but still, easily the freakiest power we’ve heard of so far. I love it.

“Not that we’re stabbing anyone through the heart?” I made it a hopeful half-question, half-statement.

“No.  Well, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to stab Aegis through the heart just to slow him down.  If you did it with something big enough.

Heh, that’s one downside to being practically unkillable. It lets the enemy go all out if they’re usually limited by a code against killing.

The guy’s like a zombie, he gets back up within seconds of you beating him down, keeps coming at you until you’re too tired to fight back or you make a mistake.”

“And he’s super strong?” I asked.

Brian shook his head, “Lisa, want to field this one?”

Ah yeah, I forgot to mention that. Brian said that power too worked differently than you’d expect.

She did.  “Aegis isn’t strong, but he can abuse his body in ways that makes it seem like he is.  He can throw punches hard enough that they’d break his hand, mangle his joints and tear his muscles, and his body just takes it.

It does sound like he has one more power: No pain. Either his freaky biology involves no pain or he’s trained himself to ignore it, which is very hard to do.

He has no reason to hold back,

See? That’s what pain is - a motivation for the body to not do the thing that harms it.

and he doesn’t need to waste any time protecting himself from you. He can also draw on adrenaline… you’ve heard stories like how little old grandmothers lifted cars off the ground to save their grandkids?”

Yeah, that’s pretty intense. If someone can control that, it’s practically super strength.

I nodded.

“That’s adrenaline at work, and Aegis can do that for hours at a stretch.  His body doesn’t run out of steam, he doesn’t get tired, he doesn’t exhaust his reserves of adrenaline.  He just keeps going.”


Aegis originally considered the name Duracell, but some battery company had taken it.

Gift (Cody Christian Imagine)

Prompt: You and Cody are best friends and know everything about each other, something he doesn’t know about you? You’re in love with him but you don’t tell him, why lose the best friendship you ever had just because you want more when he probably doesn’t feel the same, right?

Abbreviations: Y/N (Your name), Y/L/N (Your last name)


Author: Ross

Word Count: 2533

A/n: There will be a part two up on Wednesday until then enjoy!

“Cody come on lets go!” I yelled from the bottom of the steps as I checked my watch, if Cody didn’t hurry we’d be late to our lunch reservations. “Cody Allen Christian if you don’t get your ass—“ before I could finish my sentence Cody comes stumbling down the steps trying to stick his left arm into his jacket. “Y/N calm down we’re only like 15 minutes from the restaurant.” I rolled my eyes as I picked up my keys and purse and made it towards the door as I said, “Yeah and this LA traffic makes it like 30 minutes, it was not easy getting this reservation Allen so get your ass through the door.” “Geez, alright alright.” Just as we were about to make it out the door I turn around and stop Cody in his tracks as I wrap my arms around him and say, “Happy Birthday Cody.” He hugs me back and says “That’s more like it.” I roll my eyes and pull back and give him a friendly kiss on the cheek as I say, “Alright now lets get to this restaurant I’m starving.” “Agreed.” He said as he shut the door behind us.

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Water Winds

happy bakt week!! this is for Day 3:  Getting Together | Vacation

ship: bokuakakurotsuki

rating: mature

words: 5805

chapters: 1/1


Sometimes, when rolling a cart to the ground floor, he’ll see Bokuto running, strong and hurried, keys in hand. Goddamn he’s such a beauty, grown out roots and all. Kuroo loves him to Cape Cod and back.

There’s also a uh…another perk to working at the resort. No it’s not the beach babes, but that’s also great as hell.

It’s actually the receptionist, and his boyfriend, who works out in the stables.

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Dating Simon Would Include:

-Awkward moments 24/7
-Him being clingy
-Angry sex when he loses an important game of FIFA
-That morning voice
-Him occasionally trying to convince you he should be the littles spoon
-You telling him no because he’s way bigger than you
-Random little kisses
-Playing games and cuddling
-Beating him at CoD
-Him saying it’s a shit game
-Arguing playfully about stupid things
-Telling him his friends and other YouTubers are hot
-Reassuring him that he’s still your number one after you say someone else is hot
-Screaming Emon randomly to annoy him
-Having the same music taste as Freezy and always trying to get it to rub off on Simon
-Mocking him with the “Hi again, it’s me”
-Trying so hard to convince him to play random games with Josh
-Getting to watch him play football
-Him trying to teach you to play football
-Him making fun of you when you suck and then being super clingy when he thinks it made you mad

anonymous asked:

Companions react to the sole survivor always having tons of kids drown them in attention whenever they return to Sanctuary Hills because they all see Sole as a parent and Sole sees them as their children. (Like 15 kids)

Okay this has been sitting in my ask box a while so I’d first just like to say sorry bout that. Also, this is a really cute!!! (even though I really do not like children but whatevers, that’s not something we need to get into) And I can totally picture this happening, Sole would totally adopting children left and right in every single settlement until the companions are just like, “You have a problem.”

Hancock: He just chuckled when like ten children all tackled Sole to the ground the last time they visited Sanctuary. “Hey, Sunshine, I think you have something on your shirt,” he spoke into the pile of children on top of Sole. Sole and the children just giggled. (Sole has also forbidden he use (or offer any of them) drugs while they’re around like wtf Hancock what kind of role model are you?!)

Nick: The kids were kinda scared of him at first but after the first time he cracked a really bad joke about Sole not being able to keep up with them, they relaxed a little. Only a little though. It was only after he started telling them stories at night that they actually started to trust him.

Deacon: OKay, but he gets along with them so well. They love him. And they always play Spies and Aliens when they come around. Deacon and half the kids on the Spies team, Sole and half the kids on the Alien team. Deacon, of course, gives them all code names. The current score is: Spies: 4 / Aliens: 3

Maccready: He can’t really complain about it cause he’s pretty much adopted them too. There are even a couple young kids that keep calling him, Dad. (makes him tear up every time, but shhhh) Also….Dad jokes. So. Many. Dad. Jokes.

Codsworth: *mom mode activated* He fusses over them almost as much as he does Sole. He always insists on cooking for them when they visit. If any of them have clothes that need mending, he does that too. They all call him “Cods” though and he’s not quite sure how he feels about that, but has just accepted it at this point.

Dogmeat: !!!!!THE SMALL HUMANS WANT TO PLAY!!!!!!!!

Preston: He’s that parent. That parent that knows nothing about children. Or how to handle them. Every time one of them has a question, he’s just like, “Go ask your mother/father.” And they’re like just like ??????? “I mean [insert Sole’s name here]. You know what I meant, okay!”

Cait: NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE…..Children aren’t exactly her forte. She mostly avoid them. Seeing Sole with them always warms her heart a bit though, not that she’d ever admit that though.

Piper: They’re always full of questions when they see her (they listen to Diamond City radio, they hear things), all of which she answers to best of ability. Sole (the little shit) eggs them on when they have tough questions for her. “Thanks for that, Blue,” she always sighs before going on the answer the question.

Danse: Well there split opinions on him in the Settlement. Half the kids love him to death, the other half don’t care for him at all. There are a surprising amount of arguments on the matter. Which Sole always has to break up using their mom/dad voice. Danse just stands back and lets Sole handle it.

Curie: She teaches them French and science. They even have class and call her Miss Curie. It’s ridiculous. And Sole might just be a little jealous at how fond they are of her. “You’re stealing my children with science and French,” Sole accused her when they were having class one day.

X688: His inner monologue when they surround him after greeting Sole: Nononononononono. Don’t touch me. Leave my gun alone. Don’t touch that. Get off my leg. Why wont sir/ma’am call them off. Why are they giggling. Don’t touch me. What is this nonsense. Someone help.”

Strong: After the initial shock of the whole Super Mutant thing they were actually quite fond of Sole’s companion. They often have to watch out to make sure they don’t get stepped on though (it’s not Strong’s fault, they just happen to be really tiny and he doesn’t notice them all the way down there) One of them even made him a hat (which is now wears every time the go out).