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Selfless Love - part 5

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A journey toward recovery and the story of a broken man falling in love with a woman.

Word Count: 790

Warnings: Language 

A/N: Patience…

Selfless Love - Masterpage

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

As the weeks rolled by, you caught a glimpse of the man Bucky used to be and you loved it. He was charming, witty, generous and even a little cocky.

When he visited his sister, she lived in a nursing home in Brooklyn, she gave him a box filled with all sorts of trinkets and pictures. Steve stood next to him, offering moral support. That evening, you and Bucky were sitting on the floor at the foot of his bed, looking at the pictures.

You marvelled at how happy and carefree he looked. Even dressed in well-worn, everyday clothes, he still looked incredibly dashing.

“Where was this picture taken?” you asked, turning the photograph toward him.

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Fanfiction Shenanigans [Steve Rogers x Reader]

Requested by: @luxdxvine (I can’t tag you for some reason??) :: The avengers bring the reader and Steve together through fanfictions written for just them.

A/N: I couldn’t stop writing this fic and it’s kinda dragged and veryyyy long, therefore brace yourself. I apologise in advance and thank you for bearing with me. (Criticism welcome.)

Tony Stark strutted into the common room of the avengers, a place where they all hungout when nobody was on a mission. His patent smirk was plastered on his face as he sauntered into the midst of the other avengers, with the exception of you and Steve Rogers.

“What you got up your sleeve, man?” Sam asked, noticing Tony and his grin.

Bucky, Natasha, Clint and Vision looked up at the philanthropist while Wanda busily dealt cards to everyone.

“What I’m going to tell you is more fun than any game of cards you’ve played,” Tony declared, whipping out his phone.

“Please, Stark, we aren’t interested in the new tech you’ve come up with,” Natasha commented.

“It’s not tech, although that would be something. Anyway, it’s about Capsicle and Y/N,” Tony divulged.

“..Really? The fact that they’re attracted to each other? Old news, Grandma,” Natasha said casually.

Bucky looked at Natatsha in horror. “WHat?”

“Ol’ Buck doesn’t know,” Sam interjected.

“Everyone knew? Why didn’t I?” Bucky questioned.

Everyone shrugged at the soldier who looked a little angry.

Tony cleared his throat and continued,”Well it is obvious they’re in love but they’re not doing anything about it and it’s making me crazy. I decided that we must take matters into our own hands.”

“We’re listening,” Nat and Wanda said in unison.

“That’s the spirit,” Tony said, a wider smirk playing at his lips.


You entered the room to find the avengers sitting huddled around Tony who was talking. Your eyes automatically started to look for a particular avenger but you shook your head. You had to stop.

You walked to the huddle and everyone whirled to look at you, a grin on most of their faces. Your forehead furrowed in confusion. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing,” Tony blurted quickly, starting to put the phone he’d been reading from into his pocket.

Just then Steve entered the room and you stiffened. Why he had this effect on you, you’d never know. But one look at him, his perfect greek-god like built, his kind blue eyes and perfect lips and you were a goner.

You turned your focus to Tony, trying to no think about Steve who walked over to stand beside you. That wasn’t helping.

“I want to know! What were you guys reading?” you demanded.

“It’s nothing, Y/N,” Bucky said, sounding unconvincing.

“Do you want me to use my power to take it from you, Tony?” you commanded.

“Alright alright,” he deadpanned. Steve looked at him questioningly. It was very unlike Tony Stark to give into commands so easily.

“We were reading Captain America into Psych fanfiction,” Tony admitted.

Your jaw dropped. Did Wanda tell everyone? Only she knew about your little crush on Steve. So this is what it felt like, being stabbed in the back with a knife.

“What’s a fanfiction?” Steve queried, his brows knitting in confusion.

“’s something people or rather fans write. They write fictious stories about people or events that they would like to happen,” Natasha explained.

Steve still looked puzzled. Meanwhile you were sure you were going to drown in embarrasment.

“We were reading fanficition about you and Y/N,” Sam added.

You almost expected Steve to start laughing at this absolute stupidity but all he said was,”They want me and Y/N to happen?”

Where was the nearest balcony? You ought to jump off one.

“Yeah well,”Tony said, trying to keep fom smiling.

Steve glanced at you and judging you by your neutral expression he said, “Well it’s not like it’s real or anything.”

Whoever said about words not harming anyone. What he said made your heart clench with sadness, you always hoped he’d like you back but here was the truth, waving at you in your face.

Hurt, you managed to croak,”Yeah, keep reading Stark, this should be fun.”

That’s right, hurt yourself more.

Tony, obviously enjoying this, obligied immediately. The other avengers sat themselves around him, while you found a place next to Wanda and Steve squeezed himself between Bucky and Clint.

Clearing his throat, Tony continued where he’d left off, “Y/N lay in Steve’s arms, as the soldier whispered silent prayers into the night. Y/N was barely breathing. Steve brushed her hair off her face and caressed her cheek. ‘Please, don’t die,’ the avenger said. ‘Please, Y/N, I love you.”

Tony paused for a second and you wanted to strangle him. Steve glanced at you and you looked back, his face, unreadable.

Why were they doing this? Was this a joke to them? Steve clearly didn’t know and didn’t share the same feelings. It was merely a passtime for him. But hearing everything you wanted to happen aloud, was humiliating. But you were brave, you couldn’t let Steve know.

“Why are you reading soapy, dramatic stuff? Isn’t there anything that’s fun?” You asked, putting on an impassive face.

“Ooh the lady wants fun,” Clint said, grinning at you. You smiled back at him, hoping nobody could hear your heart thudding against your chest.

“Here’s something fun. Do you want me to read smut?” Tony questioned, his eyebrows arched and mocking.

Bucky, Sam and Clint burst out laughing, Nat following in a second later.

Congratulations, you played yourself.

“What’s smut?” Steve asked, earning a groan from everyone.

“It’s sexual intercourse and everything​related in writing, Mr. Rogers,” Vision piped and Steve’s eyes widened at the mention of the word.
His ears redened and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Nor could you look at him.

“Not​ that. Go on to something else,” Steve muttered.

“C'mon Capsicle,” Tony urged and before waiting for an answer, started to read.
“Lust and love blazed in Steve’s eyes as Y/N stood before him, dressed in satin lingerie.”
That earned some giggles.
Your head was going to burst, you thought.

“Pining Y/N against the wall, Steve planted small kisses on her neck and moved onto her jaw, illiciting a moan from the beautiful maiden. Y/N pushed herself against the soldier, her hands grasping at his hair. Steve slid his hand up her thigh and Y/N shuddered at his touch.”

Wild fantasies involving the blonde soldier were storming in your brain one after one and if anyone read your mind they’d take you to be christined immediately.

Just when you thought​ things couldn’t get worse, Steve said,“ That’s not how I’d do it.”

Everything went dead still. You looked at the avenger and blinked. He wasn’t looking at you.

And then the other avengers started to scoff, Bucky whistling and Natasha winking at Steve.

You chuckled a little but your mind was already racing with the thoughts of what he would do and you hated yourself for it.

“Wanna write your own fic as to how it would go, Stevie?” Tony teased.

“No thanks,” Steve said, blushing.

You tried to gather yourself for what was yet to come.

“Y/N ripped the shirt off the Captain, and drank in the god-like built of her lover. She pulled him closer, biting at his lower lip. Steve slipped the satin straps off Y/N’s shoulder, his touch burning her skin. Steve trailed kisses down her neck and moved to her bre-”

You couldn’t take it anymore.
“That’s enough,” you said through gritted teeth.

Steve looked at you, he looked a little humiliated too…and was that sorry written on his face?

Tony looked scared for a second and then joked, “Atleast the fictious Steve’s getting some action.”

Steve’s face redened. You almost laughed but caught yourself…the others however, not so much.

“Steve, c'mon man, there’s got to be someone you like,” Sam asked, punching him playfully.

Steve remained silent. So the others, obviously moved on to the next victim, you.

“And you, Y/N?”

Of course there was someone. Of course you wanted to be with him. And obviously you couldn't​ ever have that.

“Yeah, there is someone,” you muttered.

Steve looked at you, a puzzled look on his face. You glanced at him and saw something like jealousy flash over his face. You blinked. All this fanfiction reading was playing with your mind.

Bucky scooted over to you.
“Is it anyone we know?”

Why were you answering?

“Is it anyone in this room?” Clint piqued.

They all knew. Traitors.

“Uhuh.” you breathed, not looking up.

You managed to glance at Steve. He was absolutely still and watching you carefully.

As if noticing your glance at the Captain, Natasha plodded, “Is it our beloved Steve?”

You were going to die.

You could swear Steve looked crest-fallen.
He cleared his throat and said, “I just remembered, I have some work to do.”

He stood up and left, heading to the balcony.

As soon as he left, Wanda scrambled over to you and exclaimed, “What are you doing?!”

“Go talk to him you stupid thing!” Bucky cried.

All of them were talking over each other, asking you to go confront Steve.
Tired, you stood up and reluctantly followed Steve outside.

“Can we talk?” you called after the broad soldier.

He turned around and squinted at you. He nodded and beckoned you over.

Without thinking about the consequences or anything you marched upto him and began, “Listen, you’ve been a great confidante and friend. But everything I said back there was true except for the fact that.. that it is you, Rogers. I’ve been hopelessly in love with you for sometime now and I understand if this is not the case for you but all this,”-you gestured vaguely- “just made me want to tell you everything. I’m sorry if this is too awkward for you.. I just had to do it.”

Steve looked taken aback for a second. He blinked a couple of times before his beautiful blue eyes crinkled as he smiled down at you.

“I was heart broken when you said no to what Nat said and couldn’t take it anymore that’s why I had to walk out. The truth is Y/N…I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now too,” he confided.

You couldn’t believe your ears. The man of you dreams was actually in love with you too? You could almost cry. You, however, hugged him instead, burying your face in his hard, warm chest.

“FINALLY!” you heard Bucky scream from the door to the veranda. You heard a roar of laughter and giggles errupt from his side.

“Oh give us a moment​, you guys!” Steve hollered but he was smiling.

Just as Steve leaned down to kiss you, Nat yelled, “I think I’ll write a fanfiction about this!”

You smiled against his lips and kissed him.

Poles Apart

taehyung, 13.6k, he’s a little bit different to what you are but oh well

warning: uh… idk, there’s a warning but if i say why it gives away the story

“Being different isn’t a problem.”

“Everyone acts like it is…they pull faces when you can’t answer their questions. They talk behind your back because they don’t think what they’re saying will hurt you. You’re the only person who hasn’t questioned my… being of me.”

Originally posted by bwipsul

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End Of Season Appreciation post

Hey guys! I know not all of you are hockey blogs but i wanted to take this as an opportunity to say thank you for following me and show some appreciation to all of you! Since all my teams (NHL and Junior with the glorious exception of Hershey) are no longer in the playoffs I wanted to take this moment to give some lovin to the community on tumblr! If i could i would tag every single one of my followers and people i follow (and also give them the biggest hug ever) but alas i cannot so here goes. Even though I’ve been following hockey for three years now this was my first season as a part of hockey tumblr and I’m so grateful! I’ve been introduced to so many new players and teams! I’ve met so many wonderful people and everyone here is so lovely! I’m definitely going to be keeping my blog going over the off season, especially since I’m super invested in this years draft class so be prepared for me to yell about the boys a lot! I know this is about hockey but I couldn’t help tag my non-hockey mutuals as well, I love you guys! Without further ado, here we go!

[Also short PSA, just because i haven’t tagged you doesn’t mean i love you any less! I love every single one of my followers, mutuals and blogs i follow! I apologise! I probably forgot or ran out of room!]

This is for all of my blogs [ @santa-fes / @ohhischier / @peppermint-writings / @goalieheartthrobsensation ] so if you’re confused as to why you’re being tagged in this by some strange blog you don’t follow that’s why

I totally stole this idea off @andrebearakovsky and I have no shame

First off! There are a lot of people I’m not necessarily mutuals with but I see you all the time in my notifications and I love and appreciate you!

@fearfuloffailure / @cluelesshockey / @burracuda65 / @toronthoes / @gallysburger / @capsbunnies / @thegirlfrombehindtheglass / @leafs-not-leaves / @ttoronto2colorado / @madhousehockey / @con-mcfloof / @nymarntthews / @boston-bruins-girl37 / @puck-my-life / @alessandraroxs / @torontomaplelegends / @hotnhlplayers / @well-this-just-got-awkward / @howyoudrouin / @cgiaimo111 / @thatangrymardleschick / @drippingbleu / @daleafs / @whitegirlfromhell / @wadafo / @regenade-is-in-my-blood / @mmmlatta / @woahhlauren / @baehutt10 / @anastaysiax / @midwestbornandraised / @3-punk-rock-5-you / @itwas88cents / @emstrome99 / @softmarner / @letflowerlive [thank you for putting up with me yelling about the caps constantly] / @samreinharts / @inserthockeypunhere / @sweatershavesleeves / @pkgalchenyuk [thank you for appreciating nate with me] / @sidemanting [i love talking to you] / @h2ofireyrage

Okay! Some blogs I follow that always make me smile and produce some wonderful content! Thank you for a wonderful season of gifs, videos, tectposts, edits and all round great stuff!

@kuznetsovs / @tjgoalshie / @stanleycupwerenski / @jakobschychrun / @jonathndrouin / @bholtby / @werenskheeyyy / @russianlatta / @bisexualnylander / @itsyourboykent / @matsbarzal / @bitch-marner / @sidcrosbybro / @theseleafsarealright / @marnersixteen / @marnsxmatts / @rightwingwilson / @brobeanies / @nateschmidty / @kookaburrakovsky / @ovismissingtooth / @babybura65 / @kevinhayes / @pavszacha / @bobrovskies / @stepmom / @cmc-mcdavid / @daisiesmakingchains / @torontomaplebros / @hischyeah / @nicohischiers / @klingbrg / @blurrypicsofstevedangle / @badsidneycrosbyimagines / @the97tuck / @darthbenn / @ovechkins / @phildanault / @brandoncarlo / @connormcdateme / @leondraisaitll / @leonsdraisaitls / @tboobs / @bulletproofwhale / @landeskg / @olllmaatta / @stevenstamkos / @crocby / @hockeyaf / @holtbyism / @holyholtby / @wonthetrade

The Caps group chat [i know we’re still finding our feet and haven’t had the chance to really get to know to each other but i still love all of you!]

@captainpoulin / @schmidtyho / @mformara / @joshhodang / @oilersluv / @nocontextscrubs / @robintheshrew / @davidbackass / @tara9191 / @moveslikejaromir / @amarenthina / @getoutoffthefuckinglionshiro

And of course my wonderful mutuals!

The 101.7MPH Squad

@leafstrashtm / @grubaeur / @artturi-lehky / @carey-pricemas / @andrebearakovsky / @radicaleeyah @two-minute-minor@double-minor / @oscarbilde / @sarosjuuse / @enskuensku / @lehtarasenko

@curlyfrycarrick / @whiteteeth–teens / @megsforbreakfast / @hertls-smile / @theleafssuck / @drabblemesilly / @hockeyymom / @cuddlyauston 

The caps gc

@allstarrnicky / @drunkmomfriend / @penguinxii / @starscapsleafs / @genesledges

Mutuals I haven’t spoken to yet (that doesnt mean i dont love you any less im just scared and shy but i love you so much)

@tomwilsoncameinlikeawreckingball / @actualalienbensmith / @share-coffee / @ohjamie-mycaptain / @sinkingtr-st / @collectionnhl / @diaries-of-pucks-and-purses / @hockeywritingcollective / @hockeywriting / @penaltyboximagines / @hurri-kane / @yhockey / @write-write-hockey-write / @stupid-things-i-like / @yourhockeyboys / @nr1nuggetslover / @burracudaa / @watsonaustin / @connrcarricks / @fratboyhanifin / @spencerhood / @carey-price-stuck / @burky-and-brady / @werenskiswritings / @bura-babe / @moodyminter / @mapleleafstrash / @niklas-55-kronwall / @mcstromer1997 / @marns-stromer / @nhlbeauts / @eatbreathehockey / @gtfoitshockeytime / @mystupidlovesongs / @72bread-pasta88 / @jinglemejamie / @gpuck2k16 / @hockeynight / @nhlmcdavid / @saintmarner / @skjeiwhat / @anotherprettyface / @justhockey / @canadienslehky / @hail-to-the-goalies / @19dylstromer 

Non-hockey mutuals that i cherish and love forever

@flowernstt / @nonamemcgeee / @post-tinsel-time / @elisesaidjump / @frostedej / @dccomicsfancast / @jaaaaason-todds / @greensplant / @adamparrish / @witty-futty / @karenec / @geekyastrophysicist / @fuckyeahjamesacaster / @legolas-is-the-bae-blog / @aperformingart / @this-is-kates-so-called-blog / @lunar-landscapes / @taconate / @gifbase / @siguineapig / @the-brightness-of-earendil / @cotton-candybitch / @thefangirlsnewgroove / @groolpics

And of course @chives5eva-blog

Thank you all for a wonderful first couple of years on tumblr and first season with hockey tumblr! I can’t wait for October!

Alec’s behaviour in How Are Thou Fallen and how to portray insecurity in a healthy manner

Since I won’t be able to make any videos this week due to unforeseen circumstances, I thought I’d offer my thoughts on Alec’s behaviour in the promo for Episode 7 ‘How Are Thou Fallen’ and how important it will be to the series.

I think it’s obvious by this point that I don’t like the books that Shadowhunters is based on. If you want to see why loads of posts will show up if you type ‘anti tmi’ or ‘anti CC’ into the search tags on my blog. The main reason is because of Alec’s behaviour in City of Fallen Angels onwards in relation to Magnus’ past relationships. He makes extremely inappropriate comments towards Magnus, insinuating that Magnus would sleep with anyone because he’s bisexual. Of course, as I’ve said in the past, I wouldn’t have an issue with this if there had been a character arch or development of understanding where Alec would apologise and realise what he had done wrong. But there wasn’t any of that.

Now, when book stans defend Alec’s behaviour, one of the first things they say is “Alec was insecure”.

This always struck me as interesting. As an extremely insecure person myself, I could never understand how people could justify statements such as: 

“Or, there are plenty of girls here, since apparently your taste goes both ways. Is there anything you aren’t into?” ~City of Fallen Angels Page 305

as someone being insecure. It definitely came from a place of Alec’s innocence in relationships and the young age he was in the books whenever he began his relationship with Magnus. I’m not going to get into the boatload of problems with Alec’s behaviour here, if you want to see my thoughts here’s my video on it:

I’m focusing on the point of insecurity in this post. Alec’s comments about Magnus’ sexuality-if were made to portray Alec’s insecurity in the relationship-failed their purpose. There are so much better ways to portray a character’s insecurity than having them make such damaging comments in a book series that prides itself on its LGBT characters. And this is where the show comes in.

I’ve only seen the promo for How Are Thou Fallen (we all have!) and I already know that they’re going to portray Alec’s insecurity so much better than the book could ever dreamed of. 

In The Iron Sisters, Alec made it clear that he didn’t care about Magnus’ past relationships. It did, undoubtedly, alarm him a little during their date that there had been so many people in Magnus’ past in comparison to his own. Which is natural. Even Magnus himself was alarmed by how little experience Alec himself had. But there was no disgust; no grimaces; no comments made like the one quoted above; they were both simply alarmed. And that’s normal. As Magnus said, they’re both from completely different worlds. And that’s fine.

However, we see in the promo for episode seven that Alec is still insecure. I know there are jokes flying around about him being called innocent one episode and then asking about sex the next but you see that’s exactly the point. Insecurity makes you so self aware, and Alec will not be able to help comparing himself to all the people Magnus will have been with before him. He’ll be measuring himself up, and worrying that he won’t cut the mustard. Hence why he goes to Isabelle, his sister, for advice. 

Sex is one of the most common things an inexperienced person will think of being inadequate at in a relationship. One of the most common questions is the one Alec asks Isabelle. The question of when? How do I know? Should I wait? Do I not wait? If I wait too long will they grow bored of me? Because from my own experience I know what it’s like to worry that maybe if I hold off too long, my other half will grow bored of me. It’s a normal thought process.

Not to say that Alec thinks Magnus is a sex hound and thinks this is the only way he’ll be able to hang onto him. It’s simply a concern that arises quite often with someone who hasn’t had any experience when they’re dating someone who has quite a bit. That their lack of knowledge on what to do and how to proceed will wreck things, or become difficult for their partner to deal with. 

So Alec is trying to educate himself by talking to Isabelle. He’s going to his sister, who he knows has quite a bit of experience herself, for advice on what he’s supposed to do. And Isabelle will probably tell him that he’ll know when the time is right (I don’t expect her just to say ‘jump his bones and it’ll work out in the end’) but for someone who’s worried and insecure, it can be misconstrued as ‘it might not be right for me but it could be right for them’. And Alec is constantly trying to put other people before himself anyway he’d be more concerned about Magnus being happy and satisfied in their relationship as opposed to his own worry over the topic of sex itself.

And as we can see from the stills for episode seven, Magnus is most likely going to stop Alec in his tracks. He’ll reassure him that this doesn’t need rushed and that he’s perfectly happy waiting until they’re both ready for it. Besides, just because Magnus is not a virgin himself it doesn’t mean he’ll be ready to jump into bed with Alec immediately either. They’ll only have been on one or two dates by that point.

That’s where I think episode seven is going with this plot. And it’s really, really good. It’s a much more healthy way of portraying Alec’s insecurity over Magnus’ past relationships and his worry that he won’t be as good as them. Alec is trying to build Magnus up, and make him happy in their partnership, rather than tear Magnus down like he did in the books. 

Words cannot describe how happy this makes me.

I don’t know if any of this makes any sense but I wanted to get my thoughts down somewhere while I had them ^_^

17 on Tumblr (Jun)

hohoho here is the requested Jun on Tumblr! can you believe I actually got around to continuing this series lmaO

  • *cracks knuckles* *rubs hands*
  • let’s get started hohoho
  • okay so we all know Jun reads novels online and what not right
  • and seventeen has shamelessly, on a few occasions, admitted to searching themselves up online
  • so one day, Jun, being, well, JUN, searches up a fanfic about himself and he’s casually scrolling through naver when a title catches his eye
  • and it’s a posted on tumblr fic
  • at first he’s all like “????????” and innocently wonders what tumblr is, but then he asks vernon who then widens his eyes because yknow tumblr is mainly known for porn
  • he decides to venture into the unknown anyway
  • he starts off by reading the fic that got him there in the first place, and wow is he hooked
  • he kinda forgets that he’s the main character because it feels so surreal and different but at the same time similar to his own personality
  • but damn! he’s enjoying this fanfic way more than he should be
  • (don’t imagine an emo wen junhui staring at his phone intently at 3am about to internally explode because fic-him and the oc are giving each other the cold shoulder)
  • (and don’t imagine him stifling his laughs with a pillow to avoid waking up the other members)
  • yeah 
  • don’t
  • and let’s face it, he probably didn’t realise tumblr existed as a mobile app until he finished reading the entire fic
  • when he realises it is a mobile app he’s so excited and literally falls over himself downloading it
  • his username is probably some shit like “wjhui179696″
  • he searches up the fanfic that he read by the title, and finds the blog that posted it
  • and he’s awestruck
  • the blog is so pretty and the theme is so warm and the description is so nice and!!!!!!!
  • he falls in love instantly
  • guess who owns that blog
  • that’s right
  • you
  • and you don’t just post 17 fanfics, you also post a great deal of other writings and poems and short stories, but your svt stuff always seemed like the only things that got reblogs so you stopped writing your poems and stuff for a while and focused more on the fics
  • and wen junhui is so enamored he finds himself scrolling through your entire blog and looking through all your pre-svt stuff and he’s like
  • shit not only are they a seventeen fan, they’re also generally just a really good author and poet who puts out really meaningful things!
  • and you have this one poem written in chinese for a module you took a long time ago and it’s so beautiful 
  • that jun took a quote from that poem and used it as his kkt status
  • obsession?? noOooOoOOooo what psh
  • anyways
  • he notices you don’t write such stuff anymore and he gets kinda sad 
  • so he sends you an anon ask that goes “Hello I’m a new follower but I realised that you stopped posting your original poems and short stories after a while, is it okay if you let me know why?”
  • and you receive the ask and !!! you didn’t actually think anyone would notice that you stopped putting out those poems and stories because they never got many notes anyways
  • you’re kinda touched and a small grin forms on your face because someone actually noticed? 
  • and you reply with 
  • “nah it’s nothing I just thought people would rather read my 17 fics instead. but thank you so much for sending this ask in”
  • jun reads it an d lmao guess what he says
  • “Oh if that’s the reason then just send those poems to me! I’d be more than happy to be your only audience ;-)”
  • and you’re at this point giggling and smiling to yourself because THIS ANON IS SO GREASY AND THEY’RE ONLY ON ANON but they’re also really cute so you reply with 
  • “sure but first reveal your username ;-)”
  • so he messages you with a “wassup i’m the ;-) anon”
  • and from then on blooms a beautiful beautiful mutual friendship thing
  • like it’s super cute because the both of you tag each other in 17 shit and other funny stuff and while jun always knows the 17 stuff beforehand (because, he’s well, part of seventeen), he always finds himself chuckling at the stuff you tag him in
  • not to forget you keep by your agreement and send him a bunch of your poems and stuff, and he’s always so happy and ! to read them
  • plus he’s always really excited to check the message you leave him, especially if svt had a really grueling schedule and he was dead tired and exhausted
  • and he finds himself being more drawn to your personality as y’all talked more and more??
  • you’re also under the impression that his name is wendy because when you first asked for his name he typed wen and then regretted it immediately so he did a Save and now he’s wendy
  • ok fast forward a few months
  • jun just had a comeback and he’s dead tired
  • you still don’t know he’s The Wen Junhui
  • (also he has a habit of referring to himself as The Handsome One)
  • (and Hot Boy 101)
  • (and Sizzling Shenzhen Babe)
  • the list goes on
  • but one day you message him and you’re kinda curious about how he looks like so you’re all like
  • “hey Muscle Man shouldn’t you at least show me your face once and let me see for myself how hot you actually are?”  
  • “sorry y/n i’m really tired now, another time maybe?”
  • but you don’t think he’s being serious so you say “lmao then what bout a skype call? you can just sleep and i’ll just stare at your face, we both win”
  • when jun reads your message he gets upset and disappointed because! he’d just gone through a day of shit from everyone
  • he had to deal with recording for an hour because woozi wasn’t pleased with his one line
  • and he had to suffer through hoshi’s relentless nagging and tiring choreography
  • and he thought maybe opening up tumblr would make him happier but instead he came on to see you asking for a pic and not even taking no for an answer???
  • so he’s just like 
  • you know what fuck it i’m just going to stop replying them
  • anyway it’s not like they can know i’m wen junhui
  • so boom
  • jun ignores you for a good whole week
  • but then !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • in that week you actually manage to get tickets for seventeen’s fansign !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • you’re so pumped and hyped because YOU FINALLY GET TO MEET JUN AND !!!
  • he’s the literal love of your life how can you not get really excited
  • except, you still feel kinda shit because wendy (jun) hasn’t replied you for ages
  • okay maybe it’s just a week but still
  • so before you go for the fansign you drop wendy (jun) a message telling him that you finally get to meet your idols and that you’re sad he can’t be with you :’)
  • and then right before he gets onto the fansign stage, jun reads the message
  • he panics for a while but manages to stay calm because lmao its not like they know i’m their online friend psh it’s all aight
  • but when he gets up there he sees a person sitting in a corner alone, with no fancy dslr but a small iphone camera, eagerly waiting for him to come out and 
  • he knows that’s you
  • you look so happy yet slightly :( and he can’t help but feel slightly guilty
  • so when it comes to your turn with jun,
  • you tell him how much you adore and love him (at this, jun blushes and eye smiles) but then you ask him for advice on how to apologise to a friend
  • and he goes from :-D to :-( real quick
  • because although that confirmed his suspicions about you being his amazing author memey mutual, he felt really really bad about making you feel shitty
  • so he’s like “wait let me show you a magic trick”
  • “take out your phone”
  • “you wanna apologise through text right?”
  • at this you nod your head fervently 
  • jun takes out his phone too
  • and he’s like “okay go to your chat, and on 1,2,3…”
  • a new message bubble pops up and 
  • “why use facetime when the real deal’s in front of you?” 
  • he shows you his phone screen with the exact same chat log as yours
  • and you’re just like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • he smirks and puts a finger to his lips
  • “sh’’
  • when the fansign ends, you’re so certain that it’s all a dream that you check your phone again
  • at this point another message pops up 
  • it’s an selfie of jun at the fansign location with his finger poking a far off image of you in the background
  • “how’s this for a picture? get home safely ah my dear carat! ;-)”
  • and that’s when you realise your mutual’s name isn’t wendy, but wen jun hui

!!!!!!! finally done with 3/13 of this series! i’ll finish the rest and update the masterlist in my free time so please be patient!

requests are open!

love, jyn

Pretty. Odd.- Tyler Bate

This is my first try at actually putting one of these up. God, I hope it’s alright.
Tyler Bate x reader

@wwesmutdonedirtcheap (I said I’d tag you in it, hope you like it)

Originally posted by kennyomega

Things are shaping up to be pretty odd. Little deaths in musical beds. So it seems I’m someone I’ve never met.

Y/N remembered the exact moment she decided she wanted to be a pro wrestler. She had been in the audience of an NXT taping in 2013 and one match in particular caught her attention. It had been a bout between Paige and Summer Rae. The fiery passion was evident between the raven haired Brit and the tall blonde, putting their all into every move they made. Paige came out with the victory but both had been excellent performers. Y/N was inspired, so much so that she began training a few months later.

It was around this time that she began to pay more attention to indie wrestling, PROGRESS quickly becoming a favourite of hers. She always wanted to go to one of their shows but could never save up enough money from her dead end job at the supermarket to get a ticket. When she finally managed, it was for the event titled “Chapter 44: Old Man Yells At Cloud” (why must they insist on the hilariously weird names?) The highlight of the evening was finally, FINALLY, being able to see British Strong Style in action. She had narrowly missed out on going to the UK Championship Tournament in Blackpool, a slight annoyance to her due to the fact that half of the people who trained with her has gone to witness history in the making, so having Pete, Trent and Tyler in front of her was almost too much to handle. Translation: Y/N was a mess by the end of the night. Despite their defeat, she was still elated by the three men who she so adored.

Now, Y/N wasn’t a huge name in the UK wrestling scene but she still had her name out there so people did hire her from time to time. However, when the call came about a little event entitled “Chapter 46: I Like To Chill Out Here And Shoot Some Dinosaurs”, she was a little shocked. The request was nothing massive, just a small promo to introduce herself to PROGRESS, and yet she was ecstatic! This could finally be her big break!

The night of the show brought a petrified feeling to the young woman; what if they didn’t like her? She had been so focused on working out what she was going to say that she hadn’t even pondered the possibility that it could all go horribly wrong; meaning that when the thought did finally hit her, it was at the worst possible time- minutes before she was to make an entrance. Panic ensued and Y/N was frantic, struggling to wrap her tape correctly and tugging at the ends of her hair as a coping mechanism (a failed coping mechanism, mind you.) Hearing some of the other wrestlers chuckling at her flailing form was not helping calm her mind. A hand grabbed one of hers and finished wrapping her hand up before moving on to the other. Had she been able to form a coherent sentence, Y/N would have gladly thanked the…. man, judging by the shape and size of the hand holding her arm, and most likely would have apologised for being a nuisance.

“Take your time when wrapping up, you’ll wrap it too tight if you rush like that. Would hate for you to lose the flow of blood to your hands, you wouldn’t be able to do much wrestling if they fell off.” Inwardly groaning, she raised her head to confirm that this was who she thought.

Moustache? Check!

Glasses? Check!

Adorable face? Check, Check, Check!

“Y/N, right? I’ve watched you on YouTube. You’re really good.” It was like someone had smacked her in the face with praise, she couldn’t help the blush flooding her face. Tyler Bate was complimenting her wrestling.

“Yeah, that’s me! I meant that’s my name not that I know I’m good. I mean, I know I’m good but I’m not boastful, you’re awesome! Big fan, big…fan…. I’ll shut up now.” Hey God? If you could kill me now, that’d be great! she thought, not able to control the words leaving her mouth. One thing she couldn’t deny was that she was an absolute oddball, stumbling constantly over her words, talking too fast, pushing the boundaries of what society views as sane. The universe couldn’t give her a day off just so she could talk to Tyler, of course not. Luckily for her, he just laughed and pushed his glasses up.

“Nervous? Don’t be. That may sound simple coming from me but trust me, I get nervous all the time. Nearly had a damn heart attack speaking to Triple H the first time I met him. You’ll do amazing, I’m certain.”

“If you say so. I have a reputation for being pretty odd so I’m hoping that doesn’t come through and ruin this for me all thanks to my massive mouth and the constant flow of ‘Panic! At The Disco’ lyrics going through my head instead of regular thoughts. I’m a pathetic mess,” she paused to take a breath before continuing to spew word vomit, “I’m probably bothering you but you’re too nice to say it. Happens all the time to me, I’m a walking, talking ball of annoying.”

Tyler didn’t seem to mind the ‘pathetic mess’ though, really showing his age with his smile. The moment soon came to an end as one of the guys backstage alerted Y/N that her music was about to hit. However, before he walked away, Tyler decided to make his move. “Trent, Pete and I are gonna grab something to eat after the show. Do you…want to join me- I mean, join us?“ By this point, he was as flustered as Y/N, blushing and scratching the back of his neck. Y/N nodded and kissed his cheek.

The promo went off with out a hitch and Y/N got to spend the rest of the show backstage, watching Moustache Mountain in their match. She got a few funny looks from the others in the back after they won; she squealed and flailed, looking mental in the process. After the show was over, the four wrestlers went to a restaurant (vegan friendly, of course), the experience allowed Y/N to see how each of BSS acted outside of the ring.

Trent loved to laugh, relishing in each and every joke that left the lips of his three companions that evening. He was extremely friendly to her, giving her advice on wrestling when she asked, and he gave her his phone number, saying that she shouldn’t hesitate to call or text him for anything, even just to chat. Peter was laidback. Though he would never admit it, he appreciated the company of his, albeit few, friends. He wasn’t short of stories to tell either, whether they were about British Strong Style or someone like Sami Callihan. And Tyler…well, he was just as odd as Y/N was. She and Trent got a good laugh at watching him try and pick up an ice cube in his drink by sucking through a straw. He did that for about five minutes before giving up and returning to his food.

Come the end of the night, the four had returned to the hotel they were staying at, Tyler walking Y/N back to her room. Pete and Trent had already gone to theirs. They found themselves stood at the door to the room, silence falling between them.

“Thanks for inviting me out after the show, I really enjoyed myself. It’s kind of nice knowing that we all have stuff in common besides wrestling.” She laughed, watching as Tyler began to scratch the back of his neck again. He took a deep breath, “Would you like to go out again sometime? I mean, just you and me? If that’s alright with you, of course because the boys can come if not and I-” Y/N cut him off with a quick kiss. It was nothing extravagant, just a sweet, simple kiss, something that made them both smile. She laughed once more, “I must say, your moustache tickles.”

“You’re an oddball. I do like that, though.”

With a goodnight kiss, Y/N closed the door. What she didn’t realise was that on the other side, her moustached companion had the biggest smile on his face and was already beginning to search for restaurants on his phone. She received a text just before she fell asleep.

Goodnight, Oddball.

Yeah, this one was a keeper.

Open Doors

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Prompt: *Based on Negan/physically disabled wife headcannon/fic* A new arrival to the Sanctuary has been harassing Negan’s wife because of her disability, unware of who her husband is. She tries to keep the problems to herself, as she doesn’t want to incite the violence that would be sure to insure if Negan ever found out about these repeated verbal assaults. But that only lasts for a few weeks, as Simon happens to walk in on one of these incidents.
*Continued from previous ask* Of course, Simon runs to tell the bi boss man about the mistreatment of his wife right away. But nevertheless, Negan’s wife is left feeling insecure about herself and their relationship due to the harsh and hateful words from this new arrival. However, Negan fully intends to absolve all his wife’s worries, both in her home and in her heart. He shuts that shit down, no exceptions! – Via @itsjustafeelingthatihave

Ships: Negan x Disabled!Reader
Words: 1,157
Warnings: Ableism mentions, curses
Category: Angst / Fluff


You were sat in your wheelchair, staring idly at the long blank TV that none of your favourite TV shows would play again on. You were lost in thought as you watched the dust atop the box television.

You were sat thinking about the new arrival who had been planting such irritable and hateful words in your head. You had tried your best to contain the problem, to stop Negan from discovering why you had been so quiet in recent days. You had been handling the problem, had thought that you’d been making progress, until the man had lashed out at you and had almost taken a wheel off your wheelchair. Luckily Simon arrived and disarmed the violent situation.

You had wanted to keep it to yourself but you knew that by the time Negan would return to your room from the supply run to Alexandria he would be in a blinding rage, thirsty for blood.

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Vain (Part 3) - Jughead Jones

Part 1 - Part 2

Yay it’s finally here! Pretty sure if I waited any longer I would be skinned alive. There is also now a taglist at the bottom from people who have requested to be tagged, so feel free to message/ask me about that :) I also put @mrsjugheadjonesthethird there because the little cinnamon roll is Vain trash.

Oh and let’s appreciate that Doiley autocorrected to Toilet multiple times during this.

Warnings: - Swears

Jughead x Reader (still no romance, pacing my friends)

Words: 2,287

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” You groaned, looking back and forth between Betty and Jughead, who was already making a b-line for the door.

“Wait wait wait, Juggy come back!” Betty called out, causing his shoulders to sink as he huffed out and spun around on his heel to face the two of you. He shrugged, as if daring Betty to persuade him to stay.

Betty sighed, walking forward to stand in-between the two of you, who were now facing it off in a glaring contest. “You guys, listen. I don’t know about you, but something as big as Jason Blossom’s now confirmed murder doesn’t happen in small towns like these. There’s something big going on here, and I know the both of you are at least a little bit curious, besides you heard Miss Paige! You’re both such talented writers and the two of you working together could be a miracle!” she continued.

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a/n: This is a quick idea I had and needed to get out of my system, there will be a second part so dont worry too much

@beautifulramblingbrains @frecklefaceb @feminamortem @anditcametopass @dauntlessmetalmom @pathybo @mimigemrose @ag-delights @abfoster1s @sparklemichele @murmelinchen @jojuarez26 @purple-puddin @audreyfulquard @sharknadoslut [if you wanna be on the list hmu]

Warnings: Just Boomer getting a little too handsy, basically he goes to a dinner party and flirts with Luce, a girl he probably shouldn’t be flirting with…

Digger “Captain Boomerang” Harkness X OFC // Suicide Squad

word count: 2,163

1. The Party

“Finally,” Anita sighed as Luce pushed through the screen door, her arms full with a bag of groceries.

“I bought all the spaghetti they had at the store,” Luce stated as she set the shopping bag on the table. She reached into the brown paper, pulling out a large can of Guinness and crossed to the living room, handing it off to her uncle who occupied the recliner in the corner, his old hound dog curled up at his feet. He was a bitter old man but the one thing that made him smile without fail, was a cold beer.

“You’re a God send,” he stated, cracking the seal and taking a drink.

“No problem, Manny,” Luce replied with a smile. Though she referred to the man as her uncle they were not technically related. “Guess who I ran into on the way back,” she began, returning to the kitchen to empty the rest of the shopping bag’s contents.

“Big Foot,” Her sister-in-law replied. It was obvious by Anita’s tone that she had no patience for Luce, preoccupied with slicing tomatoes.

“Remember last week, Eddie was talking about meeting that guy from Australia at the bar?” Luce leaned against the counter as she spoke, “I met them on my way home.”

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Seven days

Word count: 18.4k (this was meant to be short ffs)

Summary: Dan was known as a ‘man-eater’ at his school, accepting dates from whoever offered, but he had never stayed with anyone for longer than 7 days. He never expected to change this lifestyle either but then again, he never thought a boy that asked him on a date to see a 'kids movie’ would change any of that.

Warning: mentions of depression (but nothing bad, just saying Dan was sad in the past really) and a panic attack which isn’t too bad

Day 1

“Did you hear he stopped with Sarah-”

“Only lasted three days!”

“Wasn’t his longest seven?”

“He needs to stop…”

“It’s hard when he knows he’s that hot.”

Dan chuckled as he heard everyone whispering about him as he walked down the corridor. Got to love Fridays.

Dan loved being the centre of attention, 'Man-eater Howell’ they called him, although he’d accept anyone who asked him out. Eyes for everyone. But they were right, Dan had never had a relationship for longer than a week, and that was how he liked it. Easy sex, a date or too- depending on how interesting the person was- and then no more.

People were boring anyway.

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(day one: general snape love)

i fell in love with severus snape last. i was a seven year old kid, i had no concept of what a morally grey character was. the world was black and white, and unfortunately for snape, he was dressed mostly in black. just like everyone else, i couldn’t see past the biting sarcasm, the greasy hair and the ugly nose protruding from his face. i hated how mean he was to harry, i hated him for putting down hermione’s eagerness, and i hated him for calling ron stupid. imagine my surprise when it was quirrel, and not snape who was the villain of the first story. i couldn’t understand, so i chose not to.   

but i kept reading. i loved so many other characters. harry, for his unending bravery. hermione, for her crazy intelligence and perseverance. and ron, for his (mostly) unwavering loyalty to the people he loved. it wasn’t until i reached the end, at the age of fourteen when deathly hallows had come out, did i realise that all the things that i loved about other characters were in snape all along. and to me, that was the wake-up call. that maybe, despite being a snarky, angry, bitter and an unattractive individual, snape could still be someone who was good and brave. he was not easy to love, but eventually i loved him despite that, or perhaps because of that. 

and then going back, i reread everything. and i fell in love. i fell in love with the obviously neglected child that was so desperately in need and want of a friend. the child who was hot and uncomfortable and dirty-haired in the bright sunlight, wearing those ridiculous clothes and flapping like a overgrown bat. i wanted to protect that child so fiercely. i fell in love with the awkward, unattractive teenager, who was bullied and hounded constantly, who lost his only true friend because of a word, whose path in life seemed set down the wrong road from that moment on. i wanted to shake some sense into him, i wanted to tell him that this will pass. i fell in love with the man who pleaded for lily’s life, who was so desperate and so ugly in his misery, who promised dumbledore ‘anything’ to keep the potters safe. the man who killed so that draco’s soul would be spared, and gave his life to stop voldemort. 

he was the last character from the books i fell in love with, but he’s the one character that i keep coming back to again and again. there aren’t many fictional characters that have left such a lasting impact on me the way severus snape has, and i think it’s safe to say that i will always have a spot in my heart for the greasy bat of the dungeons. 


Hello my lovely mmfd friends.  It’s been a while I know but it’s about time I thank those of you that liked, reblogged and said nice things about pished.  Ta muchly.  

So I haven’t written anything for ages and I’m not even sure what this is or whether it even warrants a tag, but heck I’ve been told otherwise in the past, so here goes:

I apologise for typo’s etc, if you see any major errors let me know and I’ll correct them.


She knows she shouldn’t keep going into his place of work and mulling over the records.  She doesn’t have any money in her pockets; just some fluff, a screwed up tissue and a button that pinged from her jeans a few days ago.

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Characters: Gabriel x Reader

Summary: Turns out when Gabriel actually falls in love he is nowhere near as smooth as he would like to think he is.

Word Count: 1122 words

Prompt: “There’s a difference between following and stalking you know.”

A/N: This is for @deals-with-demons writing challenge.  I had an idea originally but it kinda morphed into this.  I am so sorry, I don’t know what happened with this one.  

Originally posted by lucifersagents

What happens when an archangel falls in love?  What is he supposed to do about it?  He could handle lust easily enough, amuse himself with flirting, but when the real thing hit he never stood a chance.  He sat staring out over the city, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. Taking a lazy swig of the amber liquid he wondered what it would be like if he could actually feel its effect. You haunted his thoughts no matter what he did.  Sitting here high above everything your laughter echoed through his mind and he let out a frustrated groan.  He remembered the first time he had laid eyes on you.  He had been bored, decided he hadn’t messed with the Winchesters in a while and so he dropped in.  

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anonymous asked:

are you involved in the booklr drama?

I have been keeping up with it - I don’t use tumblr as much as I used to so I’m out of the loop a lot of the time. But today was one of those days where I fancied scrolling and spending some time in the depths of the site. Whilst I was browsing the booklr tag (which I always do because I really like finding new blogs to follow), I saw some posts and managed to get to the root of it all. I read for a while and I’ve got the general gist, I do believe.

I think, truthfully, that it should go without saying that we support marginalised people more than our like for aesthetically pleasing books. I thought it did go without saying that we were supposed to put morals before pretty books, but apparently some folk have really let that go and are blind to some problematic books. 

Many of us have allowed our privilege to allow us to overlook some problems in books and then have later found out that said book is problematic and have corrected our errors, but the way I see it is that someone attempted to correct another’s error and it has been taken as “bullying” for whatever reason; when, honestly, booklr is about staying aware of those things and I think that was severely overlooked when the lovely person attempted to inform someone else of their errors. (Might I add they were not informed as thus: F**K YOU. YOU ARE BLIND TO THE PROBLEMS IN THIS BOOK. YOU ARE A PIECE OF SHIT.) No. It was very eloquently put across, as are all of their posts about problematic books. Booklr is all about keeping those problematic books away - yes, you can still enjoy reading. Just because you are informed about problematic books doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy other books. Is your enjoyment of a book really more important than someone’s happiness or well-being? Problematic books can be so, so, so, damaging and I don’t see the problem with making everyone aware. I don’t see how it was “bullying”.  

There is no bullying in booklr regarding this, there really isn’t. Just people trying to look out for marginalised people and ensure that really problematic books aren’t supported. 

On that note: I’d like to apologise if I’ve shared/promoted books that are problematic. I severely, honestly apologise for that and I ask you to inform me if I have reblogged a problematic book, for I don’t want to promote that on my blog. :)

So no, technically I’m not.
I’m just a bystander, picking sides, too anxious to join in. Seriously, my anxiety bites at my kneecaps nine times out of ten, so I tend to stay quiet, despite how passionate I am. 

Second Chances. (Jeff Hardy fic)

A/N :- okay so, I’m currently posting this from my iPhone, and it’s 5am GMT. By 12pm GMT I should have this better laid out and everything for you guys. But for the mean time, enjoy. Also, I haven’t watched WWE since 09 and only started watching it again when Jeff and Matt returned. So I do apologise in advanced if some of the wrestlers that I mention aren’t 100% themselves. It’ll take me a while to catch up with all the new faces in the locker room. But anyways, constructive criticism is welcome but negativity isn’t.

Summary:- The reader and The Hardys have been close friends since 2004 and in 2014 The reader and Jeff fell out and haven’t spoken since. When The Hardys return at Wrestlemania 33 will everything work out between them? Or will it crash and burn.

Side note:- Let’s just pretend that Jeff and Matt left the WWE in 2014 instead of 2009/10. Still under the same circumstances as in real life.

It was Wrestlemania 33 and you were pumped for your match against Bayley, Nia and Charlotte for the Raw Championship. You knew you were going to win it in because of the script and it’d be your first major title win at a major event. You’d been in WWE since 2012 and you had to prove yourself to Vince Macmahon after being associated with The Hardys, when you started with the WWE. He knew you weren’t in connection with them any more but being close friends when you first started and then going off the rails with your anger when you and Jeff fell out wasn’t a good move to make and wasn’t a good thing for your babyface image. You took a break for a year in late 2015 and just came back at the end of 2016, the crowd went wild for your return and you got an even bigger pop when you announced that you’d be going for the raws woman’s championship. You finished lacing up your boots when you heard Bayleys theme song and left your dressing room. When you were walking past the car park noticed two men walking along the car park around about the same build. The only difference between them was that one was heavily tattooed. You couldn’t make out much more in the distance you shrugged it off and continued walking to the ring, it couldn’t be the two people you were thinking of. You were standing at the entrance and you heard your theme song, it felt like the whole crowd were screaming for you. It was by far one of the best experiences of your life.

When it came to your time to pin Bayley, you decided to go against what was scripted and climbed up to the top ring and started clapping to get the crowd to go wild before jumping off of the ring post and landing on Bayley before pinning her. You knew it was a risky move but hearing the crowd pop before you jumped was worth it. When the announcer announced you were the new raws woman’s champion you grabbed your title and a microphone “ I just want to thank each and every one of youse in the crowd and at home for supporting me. I’m so lucky to have you guys and I’ll prove it to you that it’s worth supporting me in every match I’m in. Thank you WWE universe!”

When you got backstage you seen that Hunter was waiting for you. “Y/N, come with me.” You rolled your eyes when Hunter turned his back, you knew what he was going to say and that you’d just get a lecture on how everything is scripted to save people from getting hurt. When you got to Hunters office you seen that the fatal 4 way for the tag titles was about to start. You sat on the couch opposite of him, “So Hunter, what can I do for you?” Hunter looked at the screen,“ First of all, I wanted to speak to you about something before it happens. And obviously about you going off of script Y/N. ” You sighed,“Go ahead, I’m listening.” Hunter leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees,“I know there’s been speculations from the fans about Jeff and Matt returning at Wrestlemania. This year they’re not wrong though, I’ve already spoken to Jeff and Matt about the three of you guys and they promised, mainly Jeff that they were clean and they weren’t going back to what they used to do. I know the three of you guys used to be close and party animals and I trust you more now than I did before, you’ve proved yourself countless times.” You looked at Hunter shocked and you heard the new day announcing that the match was now a fatal four way, you stared at Hunter and the screen behind him and then the Hardy’s theme song hit. You heard the crowd going wild and you seen them walk out and you felt rage as you seen Jeff. Not a lot of people knew what had happened between you guys except a close number of people. You faced Hunter again, and spoke honestly to him. “Look Hunter, it was a one off the last time and to be honest with you I hated the side effects of it and haven’t even thought of taking anything. I’m more than willing for you guys to do what ever tests you feel necessary for how ever long because I know it’ll always be clean. As of me, Jeff and Matt I haven’t spoken to Jeff properly since 2014 and me and Matt are still on good terms.” Hunter gave you a soft smile. “Good, you know I just have to mention it after the last time or else it’d be me getting into trouble. As for what you done in the match, you could’ve hurt yourself or Bayley doing what you did and we wouldn’t have been prepared incase it went wrong. I don’t know what came over you but if it happens again, I won’t be as soft on you as I’m being now, you’re lucky it isn’t Shane, Steph or Vince that was here tonight. You’re an amazing wrestler and the fans love you, I want to keep it that way but I’m willingly to do what’s best for the company and the wrestlers. Now go and celebrate your win, I’m proud of you Champ.” Hunter stood up and you looked at the camera one last time and seen Jeff jumping off of the ladder.

You stormed back to your dressing room and decided to get out of the arena ASAP, you didn’t care that it was wrestlemania, you didn’t want to be anywhere near the Jeff. Not after what happened between you and him,not after he gave up on youse. You shook your head, you deserve better than him. You pulled on your hoodie when you heard someone knocking at the door fucking great. You opened the door and Jeff pushed himself in, “ Look, Y/N, I know you probably don’t want to speak to me after what happened but just let me explain.” You faced Jeff and snapped,“Give you a chance to explain?? Jeff, you lost that chance when you proved to me you’d given up on us. On over ten years of friendship Jeff, it went down the drain and for what? The party lifestyle that you loved. ” Jeff sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Don’t you think I know that ?! Y/N you know how much you mean to me! When we fell out you deserved better and I didn’t. That’s why when TNA offered me a job with them I took it so you could be here without seeing me every day! Plus, Vince wasn’t the happiest with me at that point in time.” You sighed,“Still, you couldn’t of told me beforehand Jeff? Every night I’d wait for you to a phone call or get one from you and I got nothing. I only found out from Matt a month later that you weren’t going to be here,that you weren’t coming back. You know I would’ve supported you no matter what decision you would’ve made. Even if we did fall out I still hoped that things could’ve worked out between” Jeff sat down on the couch in your dressing room. “That’s the reason why I didn’t tell you. I was bringing you down and already got you into trouble within your first year of being in the WWE and that doesn’t sit well with them. You deserved better than what I was taking. Now look at you, you’ve got the title you deserve and have worked so hard to get. Look, let’s just start over okay? You can either do that or not speak to me again. You can hit me, shout at me and what not. God knows I deserve it.” Jeff stood up and started walking towards the door. You fought internally with your self but your heart got the better of you and you couldn’t let him walk out on you again, “Jeff, wait!” Jeff turned around and before you knew it you were walking over to him and you wrapped your arms around him. “I can’t let you go, not again.” You felt his arms wrap around you and he lifted you up a bit so you could wrap your legs around him. You moved your head back a bit and looked him in the eyes. “Don’t think that you’re automatically forgiven Hardy. You were one of my best friends and you have a lot of ass kissing to make up for.” Jeff placed one of his hands on your ass and squeezed it,“To be fair with you, it’s a nice ass.” he smirked at you and you rolled your eyes and slapped him playfully. You jumped down and picked up both yours and his titles and handed his belt to him. “I’m still pissed off with you Jeff, but I believe that every one deserves a second chance.” Jeff looked at you,“You don’t know how grateful I am, but I promise that I’ve changed for the better and I’ve not touched anything since we fell out over it.” You looked him in the eyes and could tell he was telling the truth to you. You gave him a soft smile “Let’s go kill two birds with one stone and do a joint interview, yeah?” Jeff took his title and opened the door for you. “After you then.” You walked out in front of him and every thing felt kinda normal again. You didn’t know if it was a mistake letting Jeff back into your life but at that moment in time you couldn’t resist letting him back into it.

So Glad To Meet You

So Glad To Meet You| Im Changkyun/I.M.

Prompt: Your friend got asked out by the guy she’s being crushing on for months and left you and his friend behind so hey let’s just study together

A/N: Post 1 of Teentopgot7teen’s Fanfic Extravaganza! IMmie is one of my favourite idols what a cutie. Requests are open so send me your prompts or use the posts on my blog to suggest a story!

“Hey, Y/N.”

You look up from your textbook and gaze at your friend passively.

“Don’t you think the blonde on the table over his super cute?”

You loved her to death but you couldn’t ignore how different the two of you were. You had come to the library to study and she had insisted on tagging along. You knew she wasn’t going to do any work at all. She was just going stare at the boys who always sat on the table next to yours like she did every single time. You had come to the library to study not get distracted by boys.

“I don’t care.” You said, trying to find your place in the textbook again.

“He’s looking at us! He’s looking right over here!” She continued in a whisper.

When you didn’t reply she poked your arm with her pencil and you just swiped it away. She let out a whine as her pencil skittered across the table. She stared at you until she realised you weren’t going to react. She huffed and brought her textbook in front of her again. You sighed at her childish antics and took a quick look over at the boys she was talking about.

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The Graduate

Sister Winchester - The Graduate

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader

Y/N = Your Name

Word Count: 2992

Summary: After attending boarding school for four years it’s finally graduation day where you are reunited with your brothers at last. However an argument erupts over what’s best for you: The Apple-pie life or the Family Business. Fluffish 

Warning: An argument? and a little abandonment on the side. 

A/N: I had to search up a Kansas boarding school for this hahaha so it’s legit as I could make it. Also I almost mentioned beach getaways before actually looking at Kansas on a map and seeing that it has no coast line so I changed it. Sorry to all American readers that I don’t know the geography of your country. Lots of love xx 

Originally posted by hunterchesters

You took down four years’ worth of photos off your dorm cork board which was fixed to the wall above your desk. There were photos from your first to last proms, parties, midnight adventures and weekend getaways with friends. Now your beloved room looked as bare as when you first walked in all those years ago. You remember feeling uneasy and slightly scared as it was the first time you were away from your family. Since they left you at the gates, you hadn’t seen them since.

Four years at Maur Hill Mount Academy in Kansas, had been bitter sweet. Sweet because you loved it there and you were quite successful at school with grades and friends. You were making your own way in the world and you were okay with that future. However, at the same time it was bitter because you felt there was a part of you that was missing, your family to be exact.

You pulled a dusty, old shoebox from the back of your cupboard and lifted the lid to place the photos in. You peered into the box and froze when you saw the small faded photos laying patiently at the bottom of the box. You thought you had lost them as you pulled the small photos from the box and sat on your bed as you marvelled at the ancient photos of your family. They were faded yellow, a little crumpled on the edges but they were your most prized possessions. The photos included your mother and father on their wedding day, Dean holding baby Sam in the maternity ward with a brimming smile with the same green eyes, Sam holding you as a baby in the maternity ward wearing overalls whilst you were wrapped in a light pink blanket with Dean close by, both the boys and you playing in the Impala with army men and Lego, and lastly one of all of you in front of the old house. All smiling, all happy. I wonder if any of you knew how few and precious those days would be.

How long had it been since you had seen any of them? Four years you guessed. One time you swore you saw the old car driving down the main street. Your heart almost burst in hope, joy and surprise but before you could stop the car, it was already gone. There was also the time you heard about a commotion coming from the old house but it was the middle of the week and there was no way you could go down to check it out.

So many times, you felt your family slipping from your grasp. You missed them dearly, especially the boys. You missed how they use to let you play with them and how you would sit with them for hours watching movies whilst Dad was on a hunt. How they could always make you smile and how they use to protect you from other kids on the playground or at the local school. You missed your big brothers more than anything and your heart ached every time you thought of them.

Your father on the other hand was disconnected from you. There always seemed to be a barrier between you two. He was irritable and impatient with you unlike your brothers who would comfort you after Dad would lash out. You reminded John too much of your mother and you could see the pain in his eyes when he looked at you. One day he came into the room with your bag already packed with all your stuff and said you were going to a local boarding school. The boys pled with him not to leave you behind, but he said it was for the best, “This life isn’t for her” you remember him say, as they were etched into your long-term memory. He dropped you at the front gate and you watched as the Impala drove out towards the highway.

However, you knew that your old life was always for you. ‘You could take the girl out of hunting but not the hunter out of the girl’ as uncle Bobby use to say. Even though you had to hide the truth about the supernatural world from your peers, you still managed to hunt successfully even, at a young age. You started with simple jobs in the beginning: Salt and burns usually. Then as you got a bit older you could take down vamps, werewolves and exorcized the odd demon. You had a collection of simple weapons which you were proud of, kept hidden in your room but you always missed working with the security of your family but you never got too hurt on your solo hunts.

Other than hunting you worked at your father’s old mechanic every weekend and visited your mother’s grave every fortnight. One day you went to go visit your mother’s grave and found flowers you hadn’t put down yourself with a tag saying “We love you mum with all our hearts and miss you every day. Glad to know Dad is now by your side” in Dean’s scribbled handwriting. You stayed late that night as you mourned your father and cried over the idea that your brothers were in town and you had missed them. They knew where you were and they could have visited you at any time, but they didn’t, they never did.  

“Y/N are you coming or what?” Your best friend had popped her head around the door already decked out in uniform for the graduation assembly. “Yeah sorry I’m coming now. Just packing the last of my stuff” you smiled. You walked with your best friend until you came to the gymnasium and took your seat with the other seniors. They were all waving at family and friends and you urged yourself to not gain hope that maybe somehow your brothers heard about your graduation. Don’t think about them, Don’t think about them, Don’t think about them, you told yourself as you gazed at your fiddling hands resting in your lap.

If you had the courage you could have rung and told them to come, but every time you picked up the phone you would talk yourself out of it. One time you got as far as picked up the phone and rang it, but as soon as you heard Dean’s voice you froze and disconnected the call. In the long run, you just thought that they were better without you. They probably would have forgotten about you now whilst they were busy saving other people from monsters that go bump in the night.  

Your headmaster called everyone’s attention and the graduation began. You waited as your whole cohort was called on to the stage and received a certificate until, at last you were called, “Y/N Winchester”. You got up and smiled to your friends before walking towards the stage. There was the normal amount of clapping, however there were some people cheering your name and whistling much louder over the rest of the applause. It must be just your friends or your mates from the mechanics, you thought. However, you couldn’t pinpoint the distantly familiar voices. You got onto the stage and the cheering continued, you shook hands with the headmaster, “You have quite the fans over there” she commented whilst handing your certificate over. You followed her gaze to the back of the gymnasium where the loud cheering was coming from. Your jaw dropped and smiled as you recognised the two tall men now waving madly and cheering, “That’s our sister! That’s our sister!”. They were so much older and taller then you remembered. Sam’s hair was longer and he had now outgrown Dean. Dean seemed to not have aged that mush since last time you saw him, still with the same haircut and wore your father’s old leather jacket. You walked off the stage and away from your sitting cohort as the headmaster came to conclude the procession of the graduation.

You ran to your brothers with tears flowing from your eyes from happiness with a large smile on your face absolutely giddy in surprise in seeing them, you thought you were dreaming. Sam and Dean were so proud of you, their little sister all grown up and graduated from high school – they couldn’t believe their eyes. They remembered you as the tiny and shy little sister that you were, and now you stood before them more beautiful than ever and happier than they could ever imagine. Dean caught you first as you ran into his arms and held you tightly, he still possessed the same scent that you recognised as home and made you feel instantly at ease. You released from Dean’s hug and latched onto Sam’s own enveloping hug, wrapping your arms around his neck as he stumbled back. “Well done bug” Sam beamed, your heart melted when Sam’s smooth voice reached your ears calling you your old pet name. It was as if nothing had changed they were still exactly as you remembered them. Yes, they were older with much deeper voices, but Sam was still as gentle and loving whilst Dean was still protective and comical. You stepped back from Sam’s hug whilst Dean handed you a bunch of flowers. “H-How did you know?” You asked flabbergasted whilst you took the flowers, was this really happening!. “C’mon like we would miss our little sister’s graduation” Dean assured giving you another bright smile and elbowing you in the side. “I can’t believe this! I missed you so much. Thank you for coming” you sincerely thanked, “I almost didn’t recognise you guys, my own brothers!” you rolled your eyes in disappointment in yourself. “I know it’s been too long and we’re so sorry” Sam apologised. “We should have visited” Dean admitted guiltily. “Well why didn’t you?” you asked as it was the one word that played in your mind for the past four years. Sam and Dean exchanged a glance before Dean revealed the brother’s reasoning, “it was just…we didn’t want to pull you away from this life. I mean first Dad didn’t allow us to come when we were with him and that was harder than anything, we missed you more than anything. It wasn’t the same without you around Y/N, we missed our annoying little sis bugging us 24/7. But one time we were here on a job and we drove past on the main street and we saw you with friends. You were so happy and safe and we knew, you were better away from the family business to have a normal life that you deserved even if that meant we couldn’t see you anymore. It’s what Mum and Dad would have wanted for you,” Dean reasoned, “and look at you now, you have your whole amazing future in front of you. You can go to college, get married even get us a couple nieces and nephews. It will be happy and safe and that’s all we want for you” Dean explained but there was some pain behind his voice.

You looked up at your two brothers in concern when you saw their sad eyes even as they tried to plaster on a smile on for you. Even after being away from your brothers for so long, you could still read them like a book, “Wait are you guys leaving again?” you asked with fear bubbling under the surface. Sam pressed his lips into a hard line where as Dean rocked his head to one side as he thought about how to carefully select his words, but you stopped them before they could get another word in, “No, you can’t leave, I have barely seen you guys yet. Don’t I have a say in any of this? It is my life after all” Dean rubbed his forehead and stressed, “Y/N it’s for the best-”. Dean had to be kidding you thought, “For the best? Dean how would you know what’s best for me-” You snapped, “Because I am your big brother, that’s why and I have lived this life and I know I don’t want you in it” Dean’s voice had begun to raise and he started to remind you of your father. You shook your head they were still as stubborn as they were when they were teenagers, “We haven’t seen each other for four years Dean, so don’t stand there thinking you know what is best and safest for me. The only thing that kept me sane these past years were you guys and now you want to drive off again and save some damsels in distress. You could have called or dropped in. You should have when Dad died, like what the hell guys I found out through a bunch of flowers you left at Mum’s grave! How hard would it have been to just come and see me?” You voiced had edge in it. You were so furious as you tried to keep the tears from falling but they were brimming at your eyelashes. “Yeah no go run away again, I’ll just stay here and pretend everything’s fine and wait for a bunch of flowers to tell me you guys are with Mum and Dad” you croaked as now you had tears starting to fall as you turned and walked away from them. You couldn’t believe them, but you should have seen it coming.

You walked down the hall and pass other smiling families as you tried to shield your tears from their glare with a hovering hand. “Y/N…Y/N wait.” Sam called out as he jogged between the crowd up to you and reached out to grip your arm so you would finally stop. You were pulled back by Sam’s grasp and tried to hold back the tears which made Sam and Dean’s heart break, this was supposed to be a happy day. You looked at Sam through glassy eyes and he sighed at your sadness, “Y/N we are so, so sorry. We should have come and told you in person when Dad died-”, “So why didn’t you?” you argued “Because if we could prevent you from being a hunter then we would. Because we didn’t want you to miss out and end up like Mum and Dad- or us for that matter…So, we thought if we told you that you might want to come back to hunting, even seek revenge for Dad’s death. So, we left the flowers as way that you would hear about Dad but couldn’t persuade us to come with. We weren’t proud of it but we thought it was for the best…Y/N, You’re right, we don’t know you as well as we wish we did or use to, but we are still your older brothers and only want the absolute best for you and that’s here, in this world. Away from hunting and the pain that comes with it.” Sam explained with sad eyes. You understood what Sam was saying but you still couldn’t let them slip from your grasp again. “I c-can’t have you leave again. I’ll go mad. I have waited for you to come back for so long and I just can’t live this life knowing you are out there keeping us all safe after you leave. I don’t want the apple-pie life I want the crazy and I want the hunts and not just the easy solo ones I have been doing in the past. I want to be back like we use to, motel rooms and fast food and all. I want my brother’s back…Please just let me tag along for a while and then see what happens from there…just please don’t leave me again” you begged as you fell into Sam’s hug and wept in his chest. Sam laid one large hand on your head and rocked you back and forth to calm you down. Dean looked at your sadness and felt guilty knowing it was him and Sam who had placed you in this state. It had been hard for them as well to leave you there in the boarding school. Dean had nightmares of the yellow-eyed demon coming and taking you away and that they never saw you again. You were too far away from him at the academy and in honesty, Dean wanted you back by his side where he could keep a closer eye on you. He loved you more than anything else in the world and would do anything to make you happy which pained him even more seeing you so distressed, “Alright” Dean gave in. You peaked out from Sam’s hug and looked towards Dean, “You can come with us if you want. At least then we can keep a closer eye on you. I have missed you too much to let you slip through my grasp again Y/N” Dean admitted with a smile at the end as lightly shook his head. This was better than all the Christmas’s and thanksgivings and any other holiday wrapped into one. You couldn’t believe it that you could finally go home to your brothers. “Thank you, thank you, thank you” you exclaimed as you jumped up and gave both brothers large hugs and a kisses on the cheek.

You practically flew to your dorm as you collected your belongings and loaded them in the back off the familiar Impala. You sat in the back of Baby and waved the apple-pie life away as you drove back to the family business with your beloved brothers at last.

It’s Always Been You PT.2

Summary: You and Bucky had instantly clicked as soon as you arrived at the Avengers Facility, and soon became best friends. He trusted you implicitly and ever since heard you sing, he felt himself falling faster as the days rolled on. So when you start to pull away from him, he feels betrayed and upset. Thinking it’s something to do with him and his past.

Little did he know that it was nothing to do with his past, but your shame in your body, your feelings of self-loathing and your ever growing love for your best friend.

Bucky + Plus Size Reader

STORY TW: Weight Issues, Fat Shaming, Swearing, Violence, Smut (Maybe? Idk yet)

CHAPTER TW: Weight Issues, Low self-esteem, Swearing.

A/N: Hey! Thank you guys so much for the amazing response that part one received, I couldn’t wait to write part 2 and upload it! So here it is! Thanks Dolls! - Rae xo

PS. If anyone wants to be tagged in this do let me know! and if you have any requests or anything, my inbox is always open! Ok, I’ll let you carry on now! xo

Word count: 1188


2: This Might Be Fun After All

Whilst brushing your teeth, you made the mistake of looking at yourself in the mirror. You soon found yourself studying your features, scrutinising every part of yourself. Your nose was too big, your eyes are too far apart, your lips are too thin, your eyebrows are completely different…you could go on for hours. You turned your attention to your belly, prodding and pulling it every which way, you sighed heavily and let your hands and head fall. You felt revolting, screwing your eyes shut to push the thought from your head, you spat out the toothpaste and rinsed your mouth.

Ever since the breakfast incident, you hardly left your room, and rarely went into any of the communal areas at the facility. If you absolutely had to venture out into the world outside of your bedroom, you’d wear big baggy clothes to hide yourself with. This didn’t go un-noticed by your super soldier best friend.

“Why don’t you ever leave your room anymore Y/N?”

“It’s just easier that way Buck,” you gulped, not wanting to talk to him about this anymore, “People don’t have to see me and I won’t get hurt by their words or stares, it’s a win/win.” He didn’t believe you for one moment, and you knew it.

“No, it’s not angel. You’re cutting yourself off from everyone, it’s no good for you! You need to-“ he was cut off by a rather fast knock at your door.

“Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute please?” Stark.

“No, I’m sorry, I’m not wearing 40 layers, you might bring your lunch up if you see me this way.” You quipped back, still angry and hurt at the way he talked to you. You hadn’t spoken to Tony for a week, unless you were on a mission together, and even then, you kept it strictly professional.  His eye roll behind the door was audible.

“Come on Siren,” he used your avengers title, “I’m not leaving until you come out, you can’t hole up in there forever! I’ll just hang out here until you answer me.” You knew he was serious, so with a huff, you stalked over to your door, and nearly pulled open off it’s hinges, startling Tony.

“What?” you spat at him. He gestured, asking for permission to enter your room, you rolled your eyes and stepped aside, allowing him access to your room. As you moved, you revealed that Bucky was standing there. Both his arms crossed as if here were a doorman at a club. Protecting you, you’d like to believe. The sight of Bucky the Bodyguard put Tony on edge as you could see him physically tense up.

“Does Metal Mickey over here always have to be by your side?” He nervously laughed, you didn’t find it funny, “Wow, tough crowd” He nervously scratched the back of his head, thinking of what to say.

“What did you want Stark?” Bucky broke the silence, his voice deep and menacing. You’d never heard his voice like that before…did it suddenly get hot in here?

“I, I wanted to apologise to Y/N for what happened the other day.” he stated, turning to you, “Y/N, what I said to you was wrong, it was beyond the realm of wrong. I was tired from the mission and cranky because I had so much to catch up on and I know that doesn’t excuse me being a colossal asshole to you, and I am sorry, I’m truly and honestly sorry. I shouldn’t have talked to you in the way that I did, and I really want to make it up to you because I feel awful, I can’t even believe I did that to you-“ he wasn’t coming up for air, and you knew he wouldn’t stop talking until you’d forgiven him.

“Tony, Stop. You’re going to run out of breath,” you chuckled, “I’m not saying it’s ok, because it isn’t, what you said really hurt me but, I accept your apology” you smiled graciously at him, and extended you hand for him to shake. He took your hand and pulled you in for a hug.

“I am sorry Siren, honestly” his voice cracking, you almost thought he was crying.

“I know Tony, I know.” You patted him on the back and broke away from the hug. You felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and started to feel like your old self again. You glanced over at Bucky, his eyes burning into the back of Starks head, but softening when his stare met you. “Right boys, if you’d excuse me, I’m gonna jump in the shower” you smiled, turning to go into the bathroom.

“Uh, yeah, sure, I’ll just leave then,” Tony pointed at the door and went to leave, before turning back around to both you and Bucky, “Oh! Almost forgot, There’s a party tonight. From the city in celebration of the work we do for it. It’s black tie, obviously” his eyes glancing over to your wardrobe, “You’re both coming, right?”

“Erm, no, I’m alright actually Tony, I don’t have a dress” you looked down at the floor, embarrassed to tell your friends the reason why. You never saw the point in buying dresses and skirts and things like that, you never wore them, so why waste your money on them?

“Seriously doll, you don’t own a dress?” Bucky chimed in, amazed at the fact that you had only just shared with him.

“No, I’ve never needed to before,’ you stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Without a moment’s hesitation you heard the billionaire call out into the air.

“F R I D A Y?”

“Yes Mr Stark, how can I help you today?” the polite voice called out.

“Get Nikki the stylist and her whole team over here, as soon as possible please. We’re giving Siren here a makeover”

Tony looked over at you and Bucky, meeting his eyes were two very shocked faces. You opened your mouth as if in protest and Tony hushed you with a finger and you shut up.

“I don’t want to hear it Y/L/N. This is my way of making it up to you ok?” you were about to open your mouth again but he cut you off, “OK?” he was a bit more firm with you this time.

“Ok Tony,” he turned on his heels and walked out of the room, you shouted down the corridor after him, “Thank you!” He waved it off and you smiled happily, it was nice that you two were on talking terms again.  

“Looks like you gotta hurry up with that shower doll. You’ve got a busy day ahead of you!” Bucky laughed in disbelief at what was about to happen. He’d only ever seen you wear jeans or sweatpants and a t-shirt before, now you’re going be all prettied up! He was secretly curious about what you’d look like, “C’ya later Angel” he pulled you into a quick hug and pecked you on the cheek as he was leaving your room, leaving you to enjoy your day of pampering alone.

This might be fun.

Lumen (part 2/ ): Honest intentions

Originally posted by shhhh-no-ones-home


Read up here - Part 1: Good intentions

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary of part 2: Steve and Bucky orchestrate your escape from the asylum.

Warnings: one swear word.

Word count: 1.747 (without background information).

A/N: This is my first fan fic series, so bear with me. Feel free to tell me your thoughts on this one, constructive criticism is appreciated!

Background: Iona Cole is a perky, gifted and ambitious assistant to a critically acclaimed professor at a renowned university. That is, until she snaps in the middle of class, the auditorium packed with students on introduction day. Having a long family history of psychiatric diseases, her mother sends her to a private clinic to receive the best treatment. In reality, this institute for people with “special needs” is a smokescreen for the underground operation Hydra is running there.

Originally posted by damn-daughter-of-anarchy


The room was dimly lit, the late afternoon shadow falling gracefully over your face, softening your features and darkening your hair just a little. You sat on your bed, a hospital bed with crisp white sheets that smelt like disinfectant. No decorations and no personal items were allowed and it was as if a certain gloomy sadness constantly hovered over your room.

You took solace in the book a kind nurse had brought you earlier today. Her perfume reminded you of freshly mowed grass and her eyes had been a lovely shade of chocolate brown. But their beauty had been overshadowed by the one emotion you despised the most: pity.

She took pity on you, the star student with straight A’s and every professor’s favourite research assistant. You, the brilliant student who was now stuck in a psychiatric facility awaiting your final judgement as it were. Oh, how bitter did the sweet irony taste on your tongue.

You were completely overtaken by your thoughts that you almost didn’t hear the soft knock on your door nor the crack it made upon opening. When you lifted your head to see who had entered, your eyes fell upon stormy blue ones. They were an exceptional kind of blue, pale and vivid, white rays around the iris reminding you of electricity.  Dark brown hair brushed his shoulders ever so slightly, gently framing his razor sharp jawline, a physical trait you had always appreciated in men. He was ruggedly handsome and that was obviously an understatement.

But there had been another man present in your room as well. You averted your gaze from the attractive guest and your eyes widened in surprise as you took in the second stranger that had come to pay you a visit. Blond hair, muscular body and eyes resembling the clear tropical seas of the Pacific. He was extremely handsome and that was obviously an understatement.

Besides, he wasn’t just anybody, he was Captain America.

It then slowly dawned on you who the first good-looking man had been. Although you hadn’t immediately recognised him, that metal arm pretty much gave him away. James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes, his name merely a whisper on your lips as your brain was working overtime trying to evaluate the situation. You turned your head towards Bucky once again, your analytical gaze piercing, almost demanding him to return it. He had a peculiar energy around him, his body always on high alert and his mind never quite at ease.

“Pleasure to meet you both,” you said whilst extending your hand, your eyes never leaving Bucky’s.

“I’m Iona, but I prefer to go by Io. I’m a sucker for Greek mythology.”

You tried to stand up from your bed as elegantly as possible but failing miserably when you almost tripped over your own feet. You had neglected to notice how the bed sheets had slowly fallen onto the ground when you had switched positions to get a better view of your two guests. They had tangled themselves around your feet, causing you to loose balance.

In an attempt to break your fall, you stretched out both hands and prepared for the worst. But you did not hit the cold floor, instead you thumped into another fairly hard yet strangely comfortable surface. You repeatedly thanked your lucky stars for not making a complete fool out of yourself before your realised what – or rather, who had caught you.

Both your hands rested against Bucky’s chest and as you slowly looked upward to meet his gaze, you felt his muscles tense under the touch of your fingertips brushing against his pectorals. You started blushing uncontrollably, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Bucky chuckled, thinking you were rather adorable in your attempt to keep a straight face.

After putting you back on your feet, he carefully tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with his flesh hand. You were a tomato by the time you were able to steady yourself again. The skin on skin contact had you beaming with energy, almost bursting at the seams by the way it swirled deep within you. The lights in the room started to flicker slightly, a warm breeze roaming through the room.

“Sorry about that, I’m clumsy as fuck.” Your right hand covered your mouth once you realised what you’d just said. Was it appropriate or even remotely acceptable to cuss around America’s golden boy and his sexy sidekick? Or should you start apologising profusely at once?

“I am tremendously sorry, Captain. I understand this must come across as very un-British of me,” you rambled nervously. But when you were only met with an amusing smile on Bucky’s end, it seemed like the Captain himself hadn’t paid much attention to it so you quickly dropped the subject.

“We’re out of time. We have to go, now!” Steve said while looking down at his watch, cringing as he saw the time. The Quinjet was set for departure any minute now so there was no time to waste. He prayed nobody had alerted the hospital staff, which proved to be idle hope when he heard distressed voices approaching from across the hallway.

“If you would just be so kind to take this rarity off for me, we’ll be out of here faster than you can say babbling, bumbling band of baboons.” You gestured towards the bracelet you had been given upon arrival. It was made of the finest materials, or so they had claimed, and they had listed a few for you but you hadn’t really bothered listening. Your name was engraved upon it in tiny, sharp letters, like a name tag of sorts.

Both men shared a bewildered look and you quickly understood they didn’t quite catch your reference. “Never mind that,” you shrugged, a little disappointed.

“This thing is designed to prevent me from working my magic. Remove it and we’re good to go,” you explained calmly, holding up your arm as to illustrate your point.

Steve started examining the combination lock on this unfortunate choice of accessory, sighing in frustration as he saw it required a thumbprint to confirm the 5-digit combination. But Bucky took one quick look at the armlet and decided that the best approach was to simply break it off with his metal arm rather than to figure out how to crack the code.

His flesh hand hastily took your elbow whilst his metal one carefully ripped the device off of your wrist. The material bent easily under the pressure applied by his metal fingers and you marvelled at how seamlessly the material blended together in that singular motion. It wasn’t until Steve coughed loudly that you were torn away from your little moment of admiration.

“It seems you’ll be able to work your magic now, ma’am,” Steve said, unsure of what your magic exactly was. His question was quickly answered when with one snap of your fingers all the lights in the room went out and a tiny orb appeared in your left hand. When you caught the two Avengers staring at the source of light soaring around your fingers, moving from one hand to the other, you figured you at least owed them an explanation.

“I can manipulate and control any type of energy, whether it’d be fire, light, electric current or human energy, although I’m still working on fire.”

You closed your eyes as all of a sudden you felt three bursts of energy outside your door – the energy of three armed men. One was the nervous type, suffering from acute anxiety and you reckoned this must probably be his first encounter with a foreign enemy. The second one had a cold and calculating vigour about him, a cruel man that revelled in the pain he inflicted upon others. The third one was considerably younger than his colleagues and seemed to have the vivacity of a toddler in a playground. He was just aching to barge down the door and shoot every living being that crossed his path.

You opened your eyes as the newfound knowledge found its way to your lips. “There are three of them at the other side of that door. Now, I can only take on one of those men. So when they decide to enter, mister America here shall take on the anxious soldier. As for you, sergeant Barnes, you will take on the trigger-happy fighter. You’ll immediately know who’s who, trust me.”

Steve gave you a questionable look and wanted to ask how exactly you were going to defend yourself with a light bulb as a weapon. Yet there was no time for questions and so he decided against it.

Bucky, too, didn’t like it very much that you were handing out orders when there was no proof whatsoever that a girl like yourself could eliminate a trained soldier without even blinking an eye. But then he remembered what Fury had told him a couple of hours ago. He was here to help you, defend you and protect you no matter what. And he did not take this request lightly, so he remained silent as well.

Only a moment later, the three men kicked in the door that led to your hospital room. You snapped your fingers again and the light returned to its rightful place and with a second snap, you rapidly broke every single bone in the body of the soldier you had assigned to yourself. Wincing at the sound of his shoulders popping, you watched as his knees gave way and his fingers bent at an awkward angle. Never had you enjoyed this side of your powers and you knew you never would.

On your left, Bucky had taken down the youngest soldier. Disarming him went fairly easy and within a few seconds he was down and out on the floor, Bucky having held him in chokehold long enough for him to pass out cold.

On your right, Steve had taken advantage of the man’s inexperience and had knocked him to the floor with his shield. All in all, it had proven to be an easy fight but you knew more men were on their way. You silently hoped the Avengers had come to you with one hell of an escape plan.

Part 3: Dark intentions

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