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Top 10 reasons to read Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo

#1 Dr. Jesper Fahey

“Why is he looking at me this way.” (Kuwei)

“Kaz is wondering if he should keep you alive,” said Jesper. “Terrible for the nerves. I recommend deep breathing. Maybe a tonic.”

#2 True Friendship

“Are you hungry? We have chocolate biscuits.” (Nina to Inej)

“Oh sure,” said Jesper. “She gets the cookie hoard.”


“I’d tell you to ask the White Blade, but…” Inej shrugged. 

“I hope she suffered.” 


“What? We can’t both be merciful and serene.”


"You’ve saved my life. I’ve saved yours.” 

“I think you’re ahead on that count.” 

“No, I don’t mean in the big ways.” Nina’s eyes took them all in. “I mean the little rescues. Laughing at my jokes. Forgiving me when I was foolish. Never trying to make me feel small. It doesn’t matter if it’s next month, or next year, or ten years from now, those will be the things I remember when I see you again.”

#3 The student becomes the teacher

“Wylan Van Eck, you lied to Kaz Brekker.” Jesper clutched a hand to his chest. “And you got away with it! Do you give lessons?”

#4 Mature and responsible adults

"I have been very patient with all of this, Jesper, but I am at my limit. I want you down here before I count ten or I will tan your hide so you don’t sit for two weeks.” Colm’s head vanished back down the stairs.

The silence stretched. Then Nina giggled. “You are in so much trouble.”

Jesper scowled. “Matthias, Nina let Cornelis Smeet grope her bottom.”

Nina stopped laughing. “I am going to turn your teeth inside out.”

“That is physically impossible.”

#5 Once again  Kaz being the bastard of the Barrel, the demon full of tricks, the mad man everyone feared  a 17 year old with a crush

His eyes scanned her face as they always had, closely, hungrily, snatching at the details of her like the thief he was—the even set of her dark brows, the rich brown of her eyes, the upward tilt of her lips. He didn’t deserve peace and he didn’t deserve forgiveness, but if he was going to die today, maybe the one thing he’d earned was the memory of her—brighter than anything he would ever have a right to—to take with him to the other side.


She smiled then, her eyes red, her cheeks scattered with some kind of dust. It was a smile he thought he mightdie to earn again.


Inej laughed, her hood falling back from her hair. “That’s the laugh,” he murmured.

#6 Grisha characters cameo

Kaz’s eyes narrowed. “Sturmhond.”

“He knows me!” Sturmhond said delightedly. He nudged Genya with an elbow. “I told you I’m famous.”

Zoya blew out an exasperated breath. “Thank you. He’s going to be twice as insufferable now.”

#7 Jealous?! Me?! Never!

Kuwei turned to Jesper. “You should visit me in Ravka. We could learn to use our powers together.”

“How about I push you in the canal and we see if you know how to swim?” Wylan said with a very passable imitation of Kaz’s glare.

#8 True love understands

“You’re better than waffles, Matthias Helvar.”

A small smile curled the Fjerdan’s lips. “Let’s not say things we don’t mean, my love.”

#9  I’m not crying. You are!

“I would come for you,” he said, and when he saw the wary look she shot him, he said it again. “I would come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together—knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting.”

#10 Nice and peaceful things

"Genya Safin knows poisons like no one else, and David Kostyk developed all kinds of new weapons for King Nikolai.” She glanced at Matthias. “And other things too! Nice things. Very peaceful.”

Happier (Aren’t You?)

Summary: Can you write something to do with the new Ed Sheeran song Happier? I was thinking in like the view of Dan’s ex who’s watching him fall in love with Phil?’

Genre: Songfic

Song: Happier

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Elements of angst

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It’s been the longest month of her life and she has a million things on the tip of her tongue she’s dying to say and confess, but not whilst everyone is around. And not whilst Dan has the biggest smile on his lips as he looks down at his phone a couple of minutes later.

“Who are you texting, Howell? We’re all right here!” someone jokes, and Dan laughs and holds up his hands in surrender.

“Just Phil” he replies, the smile never once faltering.

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What Comes Next || Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Angst/Fluff

He was surprised when you first told him, and then he was fine with it. It wasn’t what you were expecting but you were grateful he understood. When you told him the news about you being pregnant, you were sure he was going to judge you, he was going to leave, but then he stayed.

Jungkook was your best friend, and someone you could always count on. So when you told him that Taehyung, your boyfriend of three years now, had gotten you pregnant, he accepted it. He didn’t say anything bad, nothing along the lines of “you’re too young”. He told you that it was okay and that he would support you the entire way through.

There were some things you didn’t want to talk about, and that was when you would break the news to Taehyung. At first you had been scared, and there were a lot of times Jungkook would have to come over and calm you down. You were terrified that you being pregnant could ruin everything for Taehyung.

The last thing you wanted to do was ruin his career. You knew he had worked so hard tog et to where he was and you weren’t going to be the reason he stopped. There was a part of you that felt bad though, because Jungkook was the one who was helping you, even though it had nothing to do with him, and for that you were thankful.

He had promised to keep it a secret from Taehyung, not wanting to worry you anymore than you already were. For now it was a secret between the two of you.

It was two months into the pregnancy, and you had already started to notice the baby bump starting. There was a little bit of a belly forming and you found yourself holding your stomach anytime you had the chance. When Taehyung would come over you found yourself moving his hands to your stomach even though he had no idea what was going on.

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Alright, so I’m been working on this little beauty for a while now. (I actually started it on Harry’s birthday and then lost track of it). It’s now turned into a two-parter that kind of stemmed from this prompt:

Whenever you get the chance, can you do a blurb where harry and her share a group of friends since elementary school and as they grow up they date and then they break up and its kind of awkward because they have to see each other all the time because of their friends? 

But I changed it a bit to fit the story. This is part 1. Part 2 will be called “After”, and will pick up directly where this one left off. I’m not sure how long it’ll take me to finish part 2, but I’m excited to work on it so I will start it as soon as I get a chance!

I hope you enjoy this. It’s the first long story I’ve written all month, other than my Valentine’s Day one, and it feels good to pound out 5000 words again. :)

Let me know what you think and if you’re excited for Part 2!!


If one look was worth a thousand words, you and Harry always wrote a novel to each other.

You had spotted him across the patio, watching him surrounded by friends, laughing and having a fantastic time, drink in hand and smile on his face. Seeing him so happy, you couldn’t help but smile as well. His happiness was still important to you, even after all this time. You were clearly still important to him as well – he had invited you to his birthday party, after all – but there was a wall up between the two of you that had been there for a few years now, and neither of you seemed to be able to break it down again.

He had spotted you as well, watching him from across the room, and shot you a quick smile and nod to indicate that he had seen you and was seemingly happy to see you there. But he didn’t beckon you over and you made no move to get any closer. He was surrounded by a ton of people – some you knew and some you didn’t – and you didn’t feel right about intruding on that.

You didn’t want to say that Harry had invited you to his party out of obligation, but it was no secret that the two of you weren’t exactly bffs anymore. Ever since the breakup a few years back, things had been a bit tense and, as much as you had both attempted to keep things friendly, it was tough.

The break up hadn’t been easy. You had dated for about six months, gotten quite close, but then just gradually started to realize that your lives were going down two completely different paths and that it was probably best to put an end to things sooner, rather than later, so the transition would be a bit easier for both of you. But, although the sentiment was mutual, it wasn’t a welcome decision for either of you.

The biggest problem with having so many mutual friends was that meeting up with Harry again was inevitable. You could always both tell that the other was trying to be extra polite and extra accommodating and trying so, so hard not to make things awkward or uncomfortable, which usually just ended up making things even more awkward and uncomfortable.

When he had invited you to his party, you knew that he was just doing it to be polite because you had happened to walk in on a conversation between Harry and Jeff talking about the party, and Harry didn’t want to be rude. Somehow, you had all ended up at a Kings of Leon concert together with a large group of friends and you were walking to grab your coat when the party conversation had come up.

Harry had silently cursed Jeff for being so loud and obnoxious about the upcoming birthday party. It wasn’t that Harry didn’t want you there – the more the merrier; you were still his friend, after all – but it was awkward because he hadn’t invited you and now you were standing right there while Jeff was going on and on about how many people were coming and what music there would be and when the food was going to be ready, and Harry was looking as if he had purposely asked everyone else in his life other than you.

“You’re uh, welcome to come, of course,” Harry had said, trying to salvage the situation, “S’all really casual and everything.”

You, not wanting to be rude, had accepted the invite but spent the next few days with your stomach in knots over the party and what would happen while it was going on. It wasn’t as if it was an intimate gathering with just you and Harry, but you were still going to his birthday party as an ex-girlfriend.

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I remember when Brendon was 19, meaning I was 12. He’s now 30 and I’m 23 this year. He’s had such a huge impact on my life for 11 years now, and I’ve loved every moment. I’ve watched him grow through every stage, and every stage of my life, he’s always been the background music. I remember begging my parents to let me see them, but being dismissed for being too young. And throughout my teenage years and now my “adulthood” I don’t have enough fingers to count how many times I’ve seen him. I owe this man so much, including the reason I know one of my best friends. Now he’s on Broadway, and we all kind of knew deep down this would happen, and I could not be prouder for this goddamn QUEEN of a man. 

Happy 30th birthday, Brendon! See you in New York <3

I don’t thing I deserve it.. Part 1

Characters: Teen!Reader, Sam, Dean

Warnings: Needles, Injuries

Word count: 1996

Summary: You’ve been a slave for almost 4 years now to a demon named Clarke. When you luckily escape you run, literally, into the winchesters and they take you in and take care of you. They help you overcome your fear for basically everything and you become like a little sister to them.
What will happened when you want to start to hunting down Clarke for revenge? What happens if she catches you first?

A/N: I orginally posted this on ao3 and it’s my first fanfic ever so i wanted to share it with y’all. This will be a series with multiple parts with no smut whatsoever.. Happy reading! (Oh and if you wanna be tagged just send an ask <3)

Part 2

Originally posted by hunterchesters

You ran as fast as you could, not stopping for a minute. It felt like your heart was going to pump out of your chest and all you heard was the loud sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Your lungs hurt from all the running and you were struggling to breathe. The thing behind you was closing up and you felt the panic rise within every second. You rounded a corner as you looked back to find the thing gone and your breath hitched.

You didn’t see where you were running so when you ran into something you fell on my butt, hard. A whimper left your mouth and with panicked eyes you looked up to see that you had just ran into a man. He was really tall and muscular and his shoulder-long hair fell in his face when he looked down at you in surprise. His hazel colored eyes looked at you and you stumbled away instantly.

“Hey, shit, you okay?” the man asks. His voice was deep, but still comforting in a way you didn’t understand. When you didn’t answer he took a step forward and bent down a little but as he did that you let out a shaking breath and backed away. “I’m not gonna hurt you kid” he said and held his hands over his head. You made a frowning face and tried to stand up with your eyes fixed on him in case he would attack you.

As you try to stand up you put your weight into your left leg and a cry leave your lips as you fall down again. Instantly the man was right beside you and you stopped breathing. He bent down and reached for you. You tried to crawl away in fear but the pain in your leg just escalated. “I’m gonna pick you up, okay?" 

He didn’t wait for an answer as he put an arm under your legs and the other one under your back and lifted you up bridal style. As he rose up you shut your eyes and bit your lip as to not scream out the pain. You tasted the familiar taste of blood in your mouth.

You jumped as the man who carried you screamed. "Dean! Come quick, i found someone!” His long legs made him walk a lot faster and you were thankful for not having him running. You didn’t hear the footsteps in front of you and you inhaled sharply as another voice came to your hearing. “Who’s this? What happened?” The voice of this person, Dean, was much deeper than the other man and he sounded a little older. It was definitely another man and you couldn’t help the fear creep up on you. 

You shivered in the man’s arms and he tightened his grip. “I don’t know, she ran into me. Something happened to her leg and I’m pretty sure she hit her head or something before, because she’s bleeding.” You shut your eyes even tighter as you felt a hand on your upper arm.

“Hey kiddo, can you tell us what happened?” Dean said, directing his question to you. You didn’t answer, too afraid of what might happened if you answered wrong to his question. “Do you have a name?” the man who held you squeezed you a little. You didn’t know if it were for comfort or threatening, but you shook your head lightly and regretted it the second you moved your head. 

A sharp sting from the back to your head took you by surprise and you cried out. Tears ran now freely from your closed eyes down your cheeks. “We gotta stitch her up. Take her to the bunker and I’ll try to call Cas”

The man carrying you began walking again and you felt the rumble in his chest that he was talking to you but all you could focus on was the pain. Sooner or later he stopped and he opened a car door. “Hey, I’m gonna put you in the car, and It’ll probably hurt, but you can’t pass out on me, okay?” He lowered you from his grip and into the car. 

As soon as you body hit the seat you took a deep breath, trying to calm down. It helped a little and you were now half sitting, half laying down in the seat. You opened your eyes a little and you saw the man going around the car to take the seat with the wheel. You were sitting shotgun. When he opened his door you looked at him with tired eyes. “Don’t close your eyes” His voice became shallower as he kept trying to talk to you but you’ve already given up and you were slowly sinking into the darkness.


You were in the state between awake and asleep and you didn’t really have control over your body. The sound of a car driving fast was comforting. You began to wake up now and that was something you really didn’t want because the pain was still there. You groaned a little and tried to move but you ended up feeling worse than before. Wait, where were you? Your eyes shot up with fear and your body tensed. 

You looked around with panic in your eyes until you saw the man beside you. The Running. The two men. Your injuries. Everything came back to you. You didn’t realize you made a noise but suddenly a pair of eyes were on you. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down.” He put up his right hand in the air and kept the left one on the steering wheel. As he moved his hand towards you, you flinched away and he took away his hand.

“How are you holding up? We’re at the bunker in about 15 minutes and then I’ll take care of your leg and head, okay?” You wanted to ask what this bunker was, but you kept quiet. You began to shake and you couldn’t feel your toes and fingers. “You’re freezing because of the blood loss, I’d give you a blanket, but I don’t have one, sorry" 

The car went faster for a second and soon enough you were at this odd looking iron door. He parked the car and instantly got out. The door opened beside you and he ducked under the roof of the car to hover over you to pick you up. This made you panic and you tried to get away. He got his arm under got legs and the other one under your back as before, and lifted you out. Your body was tense and the pain was too much for you. "You gotta relax, I’m here to help” He mumbled as he walked to the door.

As he went down the stairs you shut your eyes again in pain. Once you were down he almost started to run and when you felt a comfortable sheet under yourself you opened your eyes. You’re in a bed? The man started to fumble around in boxes and he came forward with a first aid kit. He ran out of the room and came back with a bottle of something. “I’m gonna stitch you up and I’m not gonna lie, it’ll hurt” he took a scissor and qut your pants off of your left leg. 

The cold air that hit your leg gave you goose bumps but you didn’t have time think about it anymore as a liquid hit the contrast of the injury on your leg and it burned like fire. You screamed as tears welled in you eyes. “I’m so sorry, but it has to be done” said the man whith a slight panicked voice. 

He picked up a needle and a thread and you instantly started to breathe funny. “N-no, no, no” you sobbed as you tried to get away. Apparently you shock him with speaking, but you were not gonna let him use that on you. He stared at you for a few seconds before speaking “This needs to be stitched up if you don’t want to die” He looked at you with apologetic eyes as he returned his attention to the needle. “Please d-don’t” you whispered.

The door slammed open and you jumped. The other man, Dean walked in and his eyes wandered to the gasch in your leg. “Need some help Sam?” He said, his eyes never leaving your leg as he spoke. You guessed it was pretty bad. 

Sam closed his eyes and sighed as he said “Hold her” You shock your head in protest. As Dean came forward you began pulling away as you sobbed “N-no, please, d-don’t” your head hit the headboard and you panicked. Dean were now standing next to the bed on the opposite side of Sam.

He grabbed your ankles and carefully tried to drag you down so that you were lying down but you screamed and desperately tried to get away. You tried to hit him but he caught your wrist and putted it over your head. “Calm down! You need to calm down so that Sammy here can stitch you up and everything will be fine" 

You tried to get away from Sam now when you had realised that Dean weren’t letting you go. You scooted over to Dean’s side and Sam looked at you. "It’s okay. You’re scared of needles right? It’s gonna go fast and smoothly if you just calm down” He looked at you in your eyes while speaking. “Yeah, Sam here is really good at it, it’s okay” Dean said. You locked eyes with Sam and he smiled a little and you calmed down a bit.

Dean scooted you over to Sam and you began shaking. Dean took both of your hands and put them on your stomach as he laid his arm over them. The other hand pressed down a little on your left leg to keep it still. In this way you wouldn’t be able to move as much. “Deep breaths, It’s gonna be fine” Sam said. You shut your eyes and as you felt the needle go into your skin you held your breath. It hurt so much and feeling the needle under your skin made it worse. 

After about 2 minutes Dean noticed that you still held your breath and he looked over to your face. “You have to breathe or you’ll pass out” When you didn’t respond he removed his hand on your leg and loosened the arm on your stomach, but not completely moving it away. “Hey, you need to breathe, it’s going good” He put his hand on your cheek and you inhaled sharply. You let out a shaky breath after that and Dean kept talking to you about breathing.

“All done” Sam said, and he moved to the first aid kit to get a bandage to wrap your leg in. As he wrapped it around your leg Dean moved away completely from you. “We have to check your head too, okay?” You nodded a little as you turn to the side, with your face to Dean. He kneeled down and looked over at Sam with an expression you haven’t seen before. 

You flinched a little as Sam started to run his fingers gently over your head as he kept asking you where it hurt. You tensed a little when he moved his fingers over a little bulge. “You don’t need any stitches but you might have a concussion, and we need to get it clean from all of this blood too”

Dean nodded, even tho it was meant for you, and he rose up and walked up to the closet and pulled out a towel. He then went out of sight, but your heard water running. Dean came back with the wet towel and gave it to Sam. Sam cleaned you up and you were losing yourself to sleep. Your eyes were heavy and your breathing evened out. Less than a minute later you were asleep.

anonymous asked:

People are starting to notice she's missing. Even CNN has an article about it.

(CNN)Taylor Swift, to quote your song “Style,” it’s been a while since we have even heard from you.

Remember how 2015 pretty much became the year of Swift, when she took on streaming giant Apple music – and won?

Less than a year ago, Swift was making headlines – almost daily – for her romance with actor Tom Hiddleston (remember the glorious months of “HiddleSwift”?) and her feud with Kanye West and Kim Kardashian West.These days, the outgoing and prolific Swift is unusually quiet. She rarely posts on social media and seemingly abandoned her new-album-every-two-years habit.“Swifties” – as her fans are called – are getting antsy.

So, what can we discern about Miss Swift’s current happenings?

Not much Swift on Instagram and Twitter

Remember when we used to be able to count on at least one pic a week of Swift and her crew giving us #squadgoals on Instagram?That’s not happening these days.Swift hasn’t tweeted since January, when she was promoting her duet “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever” with former One Direction member Zayn.

But Swift is slowly becoming a bit more active over on the Gram, where she continues to hold it down for her girls.A week ago, Swift put up a screen grab of her friend Lorde’s new single “Green Light.”

“g2g brb just gonna make up an interpretive dance to this magnificent bop for the ages,” Swift wrote in the caption. “ELLA I LOVE YOU.”

Fans on her mind

Or, at the very least, the term “Swifties” has her wheels turning. Swift has reportedly filed for nine trademarks for various entities that could be marketed under the word “Swifties,” including merchandise and computer software.Could her time away from the spotlight mean T-Swift is busy coming up with new business ventures?It wouldn’t be shocking for the woman who topped last year’s Forbes Celebrity 100 list, after she earned an estimated $170 million.

Taylor Swift is top-earning celebrity of 2016

Who is she dating now?

We have no idea and there’s hardly been a rumor to run down.(But we know you were waiting for the question to be asked.) Hiddleston and DJ Calvin Harris were Swift’s most recent loves – and there is sure to be speculation about lyrical references to these gentlemen when her next project drops. 

About that new music

For the past decade, Swift could be counted on to release an album every two years, usually in the fall.That was until now.Her powerhouse “1989” album was released in 2014. Since then, there’s been some songwriting – and her single with Zayn for “Fifty Shades Darker ” – but no album.Swift’s buddy Ed Sheeran recently told the BBC that he is counting on more attention for his music this year because Swift has left a blank space.“Taylor [Swift] isn’t going to be releasing until probably the end of this year – Christmas is the smartest time to release because that’s when everyone buys records,” he said. “So, I’ve got a full year of just all Ed, all the time."Enjoy it while you can, Sheeran.

anonymous asked:

Can you write anything about draco/harry reaction upon seeing their first born child? (p.s i always enjoyed your writing!)

There was something short-circuiting in Draco’s brain.

Because in his arms - in his scarred, weathered, imperfect arms - lay this fragile thing, gurgling up at him with the eyes of the innocent, its tiny thumb clutching around his finger.


And he had known, of course, that the first time he would hold his child it would be a… an earth-shattering experience, to say the least. He’d heard the stories of his father torn apart, crying with a tiny Draco in his arms (supposedly the last time his father had cried in near proximity of his mother) - he’d heard the myths about his grandfather crying when Lucius was born.

Still, he had told himself that it wouldn’t happen to him. 

He’d always been cool, after all (not counting the, uh, stressful Sixth Year, but anyone would’ve been crying during that year so who could blame him?) and he thought that now would be no different.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Scorpius Malfoy.

He choked back a sob, trying his best not to break down and fall to his knees - what if accidentally dropped his kid? Oh god, his kid. This was his kid. 

He was a father.

The baby had his eyes, sparkling with an innocence he was never going to get back, with a joyous sound gurgling in his throat, making grabby hands at Draco’s face - as if he wanted Draco to be closer, closer than the impossible closeness he already was.

Oh my god.

He didn’t know what kind of feelings were twirling around in his stomach, too intense and too many to name, impossibly high and overwhelming - staring at the baby, at his son with a strange clarity that, oh, god - I will give my life for this boy, no - I will live my life for my son.

“Draco?” came from the bed beside him, “are you quite alright?”

Draco laughed, almost on the edge of hysteria, and the dam finally broke, his cheeks staining with hot tears. “Oh, sweetheart,” he mumbled, feeling as though his heart would break through his chest because this tiny, fragile thing had won it over completely, “I have never been more alright in my entire life.”

Late Night - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word Count : 694

Warnings : None

Requests are open

This is my first imagine and english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry if this is shit.

You had now been in a relationship with Jughead Jones for almost a year. Altough you guys had your ups and downs, you we’re still madly in love with eachother.

Jughead loved you for your sweet personnality and positive thinking. Everything he saw in you was perfect. Your kindness, compassion, realness, the list goes on. He loved how everytime someone felt uneasy, you would get out of your way to make them feel comfortable. You would never be mean or rude to anyone. Hell, you would'nt hurt a fly.

What you saw in Jughead was different. Everyone knew him as this freak, introverted maniac, who stayed until late hours of the night at Pop’s dinner. You saw something different in him. An amazing boy with an intelligence that rised to the roof.

Of course, trying to have a conversation with him was hard at first since he had a hard time opening up to people. But you continued trying to speak with him anytime you saw him in the school’s corridors. Eventually, he started trusting you and he was the one coming up to you asking how your day had been.

One day, Jughead asked you on a date. You said yes and felt butterflies in your stomach. The time you had was wonderful and you couldn’t wait for your next night out. Jug eventually became your boyfriend and you his girlfriend. After a couple months of dating, you we’re now laying in his bed trying to find sleep.

You had been tossing and turning for what seemed like hours now. Your raven haired boyfriend who had been laying by your side, was fast asleep. The atmosphere of Jughead’s room was warm and soothing. You could feel his warm breath against your neck and small snores we’re escaping his mouth. You sighed, annoyed that you couldn’t be in a deep slumber like him.

Your boyfriend’s arms we’re protectivly holding you when you heard a sharp and quick noise coming from the window who suprised you to death. You gasped and slid the covers up to under your eyes.

The noise continued and you soonly realized it was only rain. You began feeling calmer but only for a few seconds when a loud noise struck outside. You shrieked and covered your whole head with the blanket you shared.

“Are you okay?” A husky voice came from beside which made you flinch. You turned your gaze and met your boyfriend’s. His eyes were squinted and his hair was all over the place. Even tho the room was dark, you could tell he had a worried expression on his face.

“There’s a storm outside.” You quietly answered. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. You did feel bad for waking him up. It was'nt at all your intentions. He studied your face for a few seconds before saying,

“Come here.” He opened his arms and you moved closer to him. His arms heated up your body in a matter of seconds. You nuzzeld your head in the crook of his neck as he held you firmly. Jughead’s lips met your forhead and you automaticly relaxed. You moved your head and looked at him in the eyes. He did the same and you guys stayed like that for what seemed like eternity. Jug then smiled to himself and shook his

“What?” You asked, still in a small voice.

“I’m realizing how lucky I am to have you. You’re so beautiful (y/n), I don’t know what I did to deserve you. You felt your cheeks getting red while you smiled back at him. He continued,

“And I love you very much.” You leaned in and kissed him. Your hands on his torso, he deepened the kiss by leaning more into you. Your lips moved in sync together before you backed away. He gave you a small smile before saying,

“Now come on, go to sleep.” You snuggled back into his chest and wispered back barely audible for him to hear,

“I love you too Jughead Jones, from the bottom of my heart.” And altough you thought he didn’t hear you, you felt a smile appear on his face.

AU Idea prompts based on actual events in my life

idk i saw a post similar to this and thought it was cool and some pretty weird/somewhat interesting things have happened to me over the past couple years so i thought I’d give it a shot. lemme know what you think and maybe request something? yeah ok cool 

  1. I’m at a food truck festival with my friends and you’re the hot dude who’s working the bar and I keep looking at you and every time you catch me staring I fall or trip or drop something and I keep hiding like a loser and pretending you’re not there
  2. I’m on a road trip along the coast with my friends and we’ve reached this tiny coastal town hours away from home and you work at this fancy as shit restaurant we entered and I’m awkward and stuttering because we don’t really want to eat there but you’ve already asked if we want a table and also you’re cute so we stay and i embarrass myself a little more
  3. You’re the cute guy that works at the local supermarket and i have a huge thing for you but everybody knows this including my parents and when i come in by myself you tell me that my parents came through and asked him to take a selfie with them so I’m going to go and die now
  4. We used to be best friends years ago but had a huge falling out so i blocked you on everything except one and years later you drunk message me on new years eve and we try to start all over again 
  5. OR We used to be really good friends but we had a fallout over money and years later you message me asking for closure so i agree to meet you for coffee with the intention of cussing you out but we accidentally become friends again
  6. We met at someone’s party a year ago but have never spoken and suddenly you show up to my house party/BBQ and now everybody thinks we’re dating/should date
  7. Im at the movies with my family/friends to see a film we’ve been counting down for but we get into an argument with other people over seating and you’re the staff member who tells us we have to move but you served me at the candy counter earlier and were really nice then so I’m super confused and start giving you attitude
  8. I sit next to you in class and you and I both have another class to get to in 5 minutes and we’re supposed to get our draft assignments checked by the lecturer but he’s taking too long and we bond over mutual impatience
  9. OR we sat next to each other in the first class and wouldn’t shut up about needing coffee and ever since then you ask me if i’ve had my coffee every day.
  10. We work together at the same place but you work in stocking and i work in the foodcourt and every time we have the same shift you come to buy lunch from me and always ask for a big mac because you know it annoys me because fuck you this isn’t mcdonald’s you can shove your big mac


also i tagged some people in the tags - just tell me if you want me to untag you pls 

You for you

Jimin x Reader 

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Sure you had your own insecurities, but he had his too

Word count: 1731

Originally posted by gzbrin

Being in a relationship with an idol is difficult, and you admit to that. There were ups and downs and lefts and rights, but you two always stuck together through everything. It’s been a little over a year since you two began dating and now it’s gotten to a point where you two owned a shared apartment. Sure, Jimin had spent most of his nights at the dorms since it was closer to the dance studio, but every week he made sure to come home and spend the night with you at least once or twice.

You laid in bed all snuggled up in your comforter inhaling the scent of lavender and just a tinge of Jimin. He spent the night with you yesterday, so his scent lingered on the sheets. It was raining out, all gloomy with no sun to be seen, and on days like this, you liked to cuddle with your boyfriend. Unfortunately, he wasn’t here right now. You fully understood the different aspects of being in a relationship with an idol, so you accepted the lack of his presence. Just knowing that he loved and cared for you was enough.

After getting yourself in a comfortable position, you reach over for your phone which sat atop the nightstand next to your bed. You scrolled through the various types of social media you had, but the only thing you could see on almost every post was something along the lines of “JIMIN DATING!!” or “PARK JIMIN OF BTS RELATIONSHIP CONFIRMED”. 

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anonymous asked:

Hey, can you recomend me some fluffy one-shots please??? I would appreciate it soo much

OMG I’ve read soooo many good fluffy fanfictions that I had to condense this post down by so much. 

  • In Need of a Proper Hug - by Faithwood (2k)
    Draco rescues a poor, poor koala, which won’t stop hugging him.
    (Koala!Harry is the cutest thing ever, and Draco is so adorable when he fawns over Koala!Harry)

  • ‘Arry - by DorthyAnn (2k)
    Malfoy had always spoke french, over the years the occasional outbursts of french lessened and his accent became less pronounced, except when he lost his temper and would swear at length and quite colourfully in the elegant language.
    (Harry & Draco confess their love through Parseltongue and French)

  • 101 Ways to Heal Your Wizarding Woes - by who_la_hoop (26k)
    Harry is a trainee Auror, and Draco is living at Malfoy Manor, bored and petulant with nothing to do, and no career prospects. Draco’s attempt to heal himself via Muggle psychology – including writing a series of ‘why I hate you’ letters to Harry – backfires when an overanxious house elf delivers the results to Harry. Harry is bemused, Draco is angry and together they have a lot of issues to work out.
    (Omg the letters Draco sends to Harry to help “cure” himself are hilarious! Basically the summary says everything, but I absolutely loved reading this story!)

  • Teddy Bears, Polyjuice and an Overdose of Pink - by Vinyaya (5k)
    In which Draco is petulant, Harry is amused, romantic gestures play havoc with the Statute of Secrecy, and everyone wants to steal some of Draco’s hair.
    (The banter in this story is so well-written! I loved the friends-to-lovers vibe this fic gives out andI especially loved the scene where Harry walks in on Ron polyjuiced as Draco)
  • Silent Confessions of the Obsessed - by Windseeker2305 (15k)
    Harry wonders why he can’t stop thinking about a certain Slytherin; Draco despairs over why he’s been doomed to fall for a straight Gryffindor.
    (So very hot and so very perfect. An absolutely fabulous read!)

  • The Best Gift - by Crimson_stained (7k)
    Harry takes his Secret Santa assignment a little too seriously. 
    (A highly funny and enjoyable fic! So many funny points throughout the story, and I loved reading all the little facts Harry learns about Draco)

  • Freudian Slip - by jennavere (10k)
    Two years after graduating from Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy is still obsessed with Harry Potter. Fed up, his father makes him get therapy.
    (Featuring obsessive boys who are too god damn oblivious for their own good)

  • Storm in a Teacup - by Faithwood (8k)
    For reasons he’d rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter’s hair. This cannot end well.
    (This was so lovely to read and it’ll leave you smiling for days!)

  • The Liplock Jinx - by Cassis Luna (21k)
    It’s a jinx that renders the victim mute, unless he/she serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It’s just Harry’s luck that he’s in love with Draco.
    (Just like the summary says, Harry has to kiss Draco if he ever wants to get his voice back. A really nice feel-good story!)

  • Talk To Me - by Saras_Girl (15k)
    When the usual channels of communication are shut down, the most surprising people can find a way in. A strange little love story.
    (Saras_Girl seems to do no wrong with her stories! Such a cute fic <3)

  • The Wolf Pack - by dracogotgame (14k)
    Nobody said achieving your animagus form was easy. Draco could handle being a wolf pup for a while, right? How bad could it be?
    (A story where two wolves regularly meet in the Forbidden Forest, yet neither of them know that the other is an animagus. Love, love, loved reading this story!)

  • Edible Smudges and Insufferable Potters (and Insufferable Smudges and Edible Potters) - by Faithwood (2k)
    All Draco wants to do is study. That’s what libraries are for. Study History of Magic, that is. Not Potter.
    (This is such a perfect fic with ridiculous amounts of fluff! An absolute delight to read!)

  • Hold My Hand - by bafflinghaze (4k)
    Harry has been with Draco for a number of years now. So when Draco gets injured, Harry has to storm St. Mungo’s.
    (A really sweet and wonderful fic!)

  • Timer - by JulietsEmoPhase (2k)
    “If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?” Of course, Harry had to miss the moment his clock ran out.
    (Soulmate au’s are always fun to read! There was just the right amount of angst in this fic and the fluff levels were skyrocketing through the roof!)

  • And a Malfoy in a Pear Tree - by lauren3210 (8k)
    Draco works in a coffee shop. Harry drops by every day to get his fix. Of coffee, Ron.
    (A coffeshop au with copious amounts of fluff and flirting thrown in)

  • A Choice of Wings - by Lomonaaeren (18k)
    A Choice of Wings is Harry’s matchmaking business for Veela who have trouble finding mates. And Draco Malfoy is his most difficult client.
    (I loved how the author put a unique spin on the veela trope - it made reading the story 10x more entertaining! Such a cute and original story!)

  • The One Time Ron Learned Something Before Hermione Did - by slashedsilver (4k)
    Ron expects Eighth Year to be more of the same—classes, homework, new professors. He never expects it to bring new revelations. 
    (It was so thrilling to read about Draco’s and Harry’s relationship from the POV of Ron)

  • Greenhouse Lessons - by Cheryl_Dyson (14k)
    Harry and Draco have detention in Hogwarts greenhouse. Dangerous plantlife and several varieties of euphoria ensue.
    (Brilliantly written, fantastic plot, and some really fluffy and hot scenes!)

  • Painting Potter’s Portrait - by Yo_mamma (10k)
    When a painting of Harry and Malfoy doing the ‘afternoon delight’ makes an appearance at the Ministry. Harry makes it his personal duty to chase down the artist who drew this…disgusting…piece of art. Enter Draco Malfoy who also sees the painting as a personal affront and decides to join Harry in search of the painting and it’s artist.
    (Pornographic photos of Draco and Harry are released to the public. Draco seems a little bit too smug about the whole ordeal)

  • Cruppy Love - by Writcraft (2k)
    Harry Potter is forced to rescue Draco Malfoy from being made into soup when he gets turned into a crup in Knockturn Alley.
    (Crup!Draco is definitely one of the most adorable things ever!)
Sneaking- Peter maximoff smut

Word count: 944 Requested: yes Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader Raring: M- SMUT A/N: I’m so sorry it took forever, but here! I know it’s not the best but it’s finally up!

The two had been together for a while now. Almost a year to be exact. The tension between the two was growing stronger as the days went by. Yet, even with being legally adults, the two never got the chance to do anything, let alone be alone together.

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    Peter draped his arm over my side as we walked down the hallway of Xavier’s school. “Class treat you well today, babe?” He asked, his Goggles sitting on his head lopsided. I nodded and grinned at the silver haired boy. “Pretty good, Hank decided to set up a new course for us at the end of this semester… It’s kind of funny” I raised my hand and fixed his Goggles. “Oh, really? What is it?” Peter asked as we made our way to the school yard. “Sexual education and I think it’s 99% because of us” I replied at the fact it was true. That ,and Scott and Jean were getting pretty close.     Peter scoffed as we sat down at an empty picnic table, dropping our bags. “Seriously… Man we’re legal. I’m old enough to know how to put it in-” “DON’T FINISH THAT SENTENCE, KURT IS BEHIND YOU” Jubilee interrupted and sat down beside us - actually, in between us. Probably because Charles put her and the rest of our friends up to keeping Peter and I separated. Peter frowned and stood up. “Babe, want to go get food with me?” He asked, obvious excuse to find a way alone.   I was quick to follow behind him, we went walking down toward his room. “You know, we don’t even have to have sex, right? We could just go to that carnival that you like so much” Peter looked at me from the corner of his eye. I nodded. “Of course I know that but the most you’ve actually gotten to do was finger me and that was on the bus. I just want to be with you in any way we possibly ever could” I spoke softly and shrugged. We stopped at his door and he was fast to pin me in against the inside of it. His lips found mine and he pressed needy kisses to my lips. I inhaled, taking in all of this scent. He smelt so beautiful.   Much to our dismay, we heard an all too familiar BAMF and Peter sighed in hysteria, pulling away. “Really, Kurt? Man this sucks” Peter looked at he blue mutant who was grinning sheepishly. “I zhought I should finish my homevork”. Peter rolled his eyes and in a rush we were in an entirely new surrounding. A closet.

   “If we can’t get privacy in my room, we’ll get it here” he began to press those needy and list filled kisses to my lips and trailed down. His hand began to move lower to my hips and he kissed down my neck, to my collarbone and stopped. “Can we?” He asked softly and I immediately knew what he meant. I want to. I really want to. “We can get caught, Peter…” I trailed off, not entirely sure I wanted Peters father or anyone else to find Peter getting off inside of me. He grinned at me and held up a silver packet. A condom. Of course he would. “That’s the best thing about it! If we get caught, there’s always that thrill that we proved them wrong that we did get to have sex again” peter pressed his lips to my nose and waited. I nodded slowly.

Within a second or two we were both entirely naked and Peter was rolling on a condom. He pumped himself and looked at me before teasingly running his shaft up and down my slit. I whimpered out and glared at him. “We don’t have time for foreplay”. Peter  chuckled at my hiss. “Of course we don’t. I just like teasing you” Peter lowly pushed himself inside of me until he completely bottomed out, the awkward dull pain between my hips was back from not having him in such a long time. “You okay? You’re making hat face again” he was looking at me seriously this time and he rubbed my cheek softly. “No. I swear, you better not stop” I stated.

I felt Peter roll his hips before pulling out and sliding back into my heat very slowly, then repeating. The face he was making was pure concentration. It was more than likely he was struggling to go slow instead of fast like he’s used to. I kissed his neck and shoulder. “You can move faster, I’m not made of glass”. “ I know I just don’t want to risk hurting my baby girl” Peter said and he started to move in a little faster, but not much. We both let out small moans and gasps.

  Not long after, the sound of our skin was the only think audible. That’s a lie. We were loud. Peter was pounding into me and groaning loud, both of us chasing our orgasms. I felt that familiar tightness in my lower region and let go instantly, a heat and lightheadedness washing over me, my vision blurry. Feeling Peter release info the condom with a loud moan, I heard him giggle. “What?” I asked. “You squirted”. I felt my cheeks get hotter than there was before.

“Okay, fun is up. My office now” Professor Xavier’s voice calls from the opposite side of the door. I heard Erik and Raven mumble something and them walking off, I stared at Peter with wide eyes. He smirked and sat up. “What can I say? You tempted me, and it’s totally worth whatever we have to do now”.

A Winmills Valentine’s Day

I will go down with this ship. Since they had Christmas together, how about Valentine’s Day?

Word Count: 1850

Warning: Smut, gross fluff because these two deserve to be happy

A/N: I hope you enjoy! XOXO

Sam doesn’t have many keys.

He carries the key to the bunker when he needs to. He has a key ring that holds the extra key to the Impala, and a key to an old, beat up car from the bunker’s garage- the one he drives when he isn’t with Dean. Those have been his only keys for years.

But now he has one more.

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Castiel, Prince of Hell. It’s catchy. It rhymes.

I warned y’all that this speculation might piss people off, so I’ll just go ahead and throw it up there in the title so that way you can skip it if you so choose.

We know we’re in for a hell of a cliffhanger this year. (”You guys are going to hate me.” - Mark Pellegrino. Or something like that.) I mean, we always are, because that’s what the show does… but how about more of one than usual? 

Could Cas be next season’s Big Bad, as a Prince of Hell?

Yeah, yeah – I know. Many of you are just gonna smile politely, nod, and whisper to each other about that one lady yelling about glowing eyes again. (I do yell about eyeballs a lot. Have I mentioned that I like glowing eyes today? Well, if you didn’t know - I dig glowing eyeballs. That said, there’s way more to this than glowing eyeballs.)

But hear me out if you have the patience, because I have a bunch of words here explaining why I’m seeing this (even though I’m gonna say there’s like… a 7.3% chance of this actually happening, just because I like pulling totally random stats out of my butt). I already know @mittensmorgul​ does NOT see this happening at all. But if/when it doesn’t happen, maybe somebody will be inspired to write an awesome canon-divergent fic over the summer.

So, if you’re interested, surge on ahead.

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: ~2500

Summary: Bucky’s POV; It’s been nearly thirty years since you were separated from the man you called Зима, Zima, Winter. He was made to forget you, and he never knew why. What had the two of you done wrong? Now that he’s found you again… well…

Warnings: Angst, Fluff-ish

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

Her hand so small in mine. Her skin is warm and soft and just as I remember. The slow rise and fall of her chest should bring me comfort. I suppose it would if she didn’t also have a tube down her throat. They tell me she’ll be fine, that she’ll wake up in time, but there’s no way to know how long it’ll take. There’s no sound in the room aside from the beeping of the machines and the pumping ventilator.

“Soldat, this is (Y/N).”

I remember the fear in her eyes, and at the time I thought it was me she was afraid of.

“We’re giving her to you.”

It was like they were giving me a pet. They made me responsible for her, gave me freedom I didn’t have before her. She was a soft light through the darkness.

“Come on, Зима. Please?”

“You have to stay here.”

“But I can help.”

“You’re not ready to be in the field. Maybe next time.”


“As long as you promise to stay out of trouble while I’m gone.”

“I promise.”

She smiled, her eyes bright with hope. I should have taken her with me. Maybe she would have been okay.

A soft knock on the door pulls me out of my silent reverie. Steve comes in, sympathy clear in his face.

“It’s been two days, Buck.”

“I’ll wait here for two weeks if I have to.”

He sighs, picking up a chair and setting it down beside me for taking a seat.

“Who is she?” he asks.

“She was my everything when I had nothing. I didn’t know what to think of her when they gave her to me. I trained her, taught her everything I knew. At first, it was like a having pet or a child. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her.”

“So what happened?”

“I left on a mission. She asked to come with me, but I told her she needed to stay, made her promise to stay out of trouble. All I wanted to do was protect her. Everything was fine until I started asking for her. They put me in that chair, strapped me down.” I caress the back of her hand with my thumb, “When they brought her out, she had a black eye. Her face was swollen. She had no fight left in her when they sat her across from me. They wiped me in front of her. I can still hear her begging them to not to do it. She blamed herself.” When I finally look at him, I find him staring at her face with a complex expression twisting his features, “They put me back under, and when I woke up she was gone, not that it mattered. I mean, my memory of her was gone until a couple of years ago. Even then, I thought she was dead.” I turn my attention back to her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, “I just want her to wake up. I want to make things right.”

“I won’t ask you to leave her, but I did bring you a change of clothes and some other stuff I thought you might need.”

I smile, patting his back with my free hand, “Thanks, pal.”

“Go change.” He says, gesturing to the small duffel bag by the door, “I’ll keep an eye on her.”

I nod, standing and taking up the bag from the floor. Even though I know the odds of her waking up while I’m gone are slim to none, I still hesitate at the door. I spare one more glance to her sleeping face before finally leaving the room.

After a week, we arranged for a cot to be put her room. Every night, Steve spends about thirty minutes with her while I get cleaned up.

After a month, it seems like everyone around me is starting to give up hope. I can’t give on her.

I need to know what she remembers. I need to know what they told her. I need her to know that what happened was not her fault. Above everything, I need her to know that I loved her, that I love her.

The heart monitor begins to scream as her heart rate proceeds to climb. My first thought is that I’m losing her. I stand at her side, leaning down so that my lips are beside her ear, and I beg her not to leave me. Then her eyes open and she’s gasping around the ventilator tube. I try to keep her calm as doctors and nurses flood the room.

Even though she’s looking at me, I’m not sure she’s actually seeing me. Her eyes stay on me as I’m pushed from the room.

It’s been a week, and they still won’t let me see her.

A meeting’s been called. Everyone sits in their usual seats around the large conference table. Bruce is the last to join us as he’s accompanying Helen; they’ve both taken responsibility for (Y/N)’s care. She gives Steve a small stack of files. He takes one and sends the rest around the table. I’m the last to get one; (Y/N)’s name is printed on the edge.

“The files you’ve been given contain everything I’m about to show you along with the transcripts over every evaluation she’s undergone in the last two days and the results of all medical exams.”

Natasha picks up the tablet that sits on the table in front of her and taps a few buttons before a projection comes up at the front of the room. (Y/N)’s picture takes up half the screen while the other half is dominated by her information.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N). Born in a military hospital in Spain on _____, 1969. Biologically, she’s 47, physically 22. (Hair Color). (Eye Color). (Height) inches tall and weighing approximately (Weight) pounds.” The slide changes to a picture of the facility she was recovered from. “A month and a half ago, she was found in a state of cryogenic sleep in this HYDRA facility in France. After comparing her blood to that of both Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes, it is apparent that she has a trace amount of the altered serum in her system. FRIDAY, the light please.” The room darkens as the image on the screen shifts, “This is the first interview, conducted a few hours after she first woke up. Her voice is soft and little hoarse. Refer to transcript number one if necessary.”

The video starts, the camera focused on (Y/N)’s face.

“Do you know your name?”

She nods. “(Y/N).”

“My name is Natasha. I just need to ask you a few questions. Is that okay?”

(Y/N) nods again.

“Do you know where you are?”

“They tell me I’m in New York.”

“That’s right. What can you tell me about yourself?”

(Y/N) shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders.

“It’s okay if you don’t remember. (Y/N), I want to show you some pictures. Would that be okay?”

“What kind of pictures?”

“Scenery. People. Some things that might help jog your memory.”


The first picture is shown to the camera – a snowy scene with the Siberian facility in the distance – before being passed to (Y/N).

“Do you know what you’re looking at?”

“Siberia. The building looks familiar.”

“Good. How about this one?”

It’s a wide-shot of the inside of the facility. (Y/N) visibly flinches as she takes the picture. She stares at it in silence for a moment before turning it face down on the bed.

“And this one?”

It’s an image of the chair, the very thing that played a part in our separation.

“I remember.”

Her voice has fallen to a whisper, fear and recognition clear on her face.

“Okay. Do you know this man?”

Even I don’t remember his name, but I know he was there. He was always there. (Y/N) looks confused as she shakes her head.

“And this one?”


Fear takes her over again, and she refuses to even touch the picture. The beeping of her heart monitor begins to speed up as does the rise and fall of her chest.

“Okay.” Natasha tears the picture in half and tosses it to the floor, “Take a deep breath. It’s okay.” (Y/N) nods, tears now filling her eyes, “Just two more.”

It’s me, but it’s a recent picture.

“He was there when I woke up.”

“He was. Okay. Last one.”

It’s a picture of me as the soldier, as the man she called…

Зима. Winter.” She snatches the picture from Natasha’s hands and holds it tight, “He’s alive. He was here.”

“He is here.”

“Can I see him?”

“Not yet but you will soon. I promise.”

“Can I keep these?”

(Y/N) picks up the other picture of me and sets it atop the first.

“Of course.”

The screen goes black, and the lights come back up.

“As you can see, recalled quite a bit more than expected. She was given some time to rest after this and he physical evaluation was complete. She’s completely healthy, and her mind is recovering quickly. The second interview, conducted two days later, covers the circumstances of her capture as well as her connection to the Winter Soldier.”

(Y/N)’s sitting cross-legged on her hospital bed across from Natasha. They’re playing some kind of card game.

“How are you feeling today?”

“I’m okay.”

“You certainly sound better.”

“They say my throat is almost healed.”

“Do you mind answering some more questions for me?”

(Y/N) looks up at Natasha, “What kind of questions?”

“About your relationship with Winter and the circumstances of your capture.”

(Y/N) bites her lip and fiddles with the cards in her hands before nodding, “Okay.”

“Let’s start with how you ended up with HYDRA.”

“I had just started a new job as a secretary for some tech company. It was early 1989; I was almost twenty. I left work late one night. The last thing I remember before waking up in that place was walking into my apartment.” She seems lost in thought, her gaze distant as she continues her story, “During my first year there, Vasily took care of me.”

“Vasily Karpov?”


“And when you say he took care of you, what do you mean?”

“Looking back, I guess you could say it resembled the way a father cares for his child. Oddly enough, he made me feel safe.”

“How did you come to meet Winter?”

“Vasily gave me to him.”

“Gave you to him?”

“He told me that it was so I could be trained, but Winter took over my care after that. At first, he was like a brother to me, but by the end of that first year…”

“It was more than that, wasn’t it?”

(Y/N) shrugs, “I loved him. The day we were separated was the hardest day of my life.”

“Tell me about that.”

“He’d gone on a mission. I wanted to go with him. I thought I was ready, but he didn’t so he told me to stay. He made me promise to stay out of trouble while he was gone, but once he was gone, Vasily had me tortured.”

“Do you know why?”

“He said the Soldier was too attached, that he needed to learn a lesson. He just never explained what that lesson was. They sat us across from each other.” She wipes at the tears that fall slowly down her cheeks, “They turned on that machine. I tried everything to make them stop. I told them it was my fault. Vasily agreed, but he said that hearing Winter’s screams while they erased me from his memory was my punishment.”

“Do you remember anything else after that?”

“Only a sharp pain in my neck. Then I woke up in this bed.”

Natasha nods her head and sets her hand of cards down, “Thank you, (Y/N), for confiding in me. I know it must be difficult to talk about all of this.”

“You have kind eyes, and…” (Y/N) meets Natasha’s gaze steadily and smiles, “I trust you.”

The screen goes black once again, and Natasha turns to look at me. Everyone else’s gazes follow.

“Bucky,” she says, “I’m hoping you can fill in the blanks.”

“There’s nothing to tell. She was taken away from me in every way possible. I only started to remember her a couple of years ago; even then, I never expected her to still be alive.”

“Is there anything else?” Steve asks, breaking the tense silence that’s formed.

“One more video, taken when she sent for me yesterday.”

The video starts as she speaks.

“I was told you wanted to see me.”

“You know, I’ve spent the last couple of days staring at these pictures. While my head understands that they’re the same person, I truly only recognize one of them.” (Y/N) picks up the image of the Winter Soldier, “I know him, but that’s not him anymore. Is it? Does this new version of him not want to see me? Is that why everyone keeps saying that I can’t see him?”

Natasha, in an attempt to keep (Y/N)’s gaze on her, takes (Y/N)’s face in her hands as she begins to cry.

“He has been here every day trying to get in here. He gets the same answers as you.”

“I just want to see him before I forget again. I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to be forgotten.”

She begins sobbing, and Natasha pulls her into her arms, “Tomorrow. I don’t care what anyone says.”

The room is silent as the video ends. My left hand is fisted against my knee. My eyes zero in on the image on her attached to the open file that sits in front of me.

I look up at Steve when he calls my name.

“Go.” He says with a nod of his head.

Before anyone can say anything else, I’m on my feet and moving as fast as I can to the medical floor, opting for the stairs over the elevator. Several people shout at me to stop, telling me that I can’t go into her room. I nearly knock a hole in the wall as I shove the door open.

She watches me with weary eyes as I close the space between us. She rises to her knees at the edge of the bed, cautiously reaching her hands up to touch my face.

“Зима…” she whispers.

“Everyone calls me Bucky now.”

She smiles, “Bucky. That’s going to take some getting used to.”

“We’ve got time.” I reply, tucking her hair gently behind her ear, “I never thought I’d see you again.”

“I never thought you’d remember me.”

“But I did, and I swear I’m never going to forget you again.”

I hold her face between my hands, my thumb dangerously close to her lips. Her hands move to rest against the sides of my neck in the moment before she raises those lips to meet mine.

A/N: Hey guys! Do you think this needs a second part? Cause it might get one. I haven’t decided yet.

Update: It got a second part… and will get a third… and however many parts I need to give this a satisfying ending.


Death of a Bachelor

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m writing fic again so hi, have some Klaine AU happenings based on The Bachelor!

Rated PG… for now. Butts later.

Chapter 1

“You did what?”

“Come on, Blainey Squirt boy. It’ll be fun!”

Blaine grimaced as his older brother rambled into his ear over the phone. Every week they tried to set up at least one time and day to chat and stay in touch with each other’s lives, but Cooper, as always, had derailed that. It was six o’clock on a Thursday morning—Blaine’s one day off this week.

“Look, I had a blast when I was on The Bachelorette. Made a lot of friends, got to go all over the place on really fancy dates. It was great for my image, too. That’s how I got the recurring spot on The Young and the Restless. They’re talking about making me a regular!”

“Didn’t they kill you off last month?”

“That’s not the point. Everyone comes back to life on those shows.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi, so I'm an exotic dancer that has been working in a gentleman's club for two years now and can I just say thank you so much for writing a story about us that doesn't slut shame or look down on us. I can't count the stripper au stories I've read in which the writer makes out like we are forced or oppressed or our profession is bad, when it's not. (Cont)

(cont) I mean where I work, it’s very similar to what is written in your story, we aren’t forced to do anything we’re comfortable and actually if you want to perform on the stage then you have to pay a fee to do so, so it’s not like we are forced. Some girls don’t take their clothes off, some girls only do private sessions so thank you for writing us in a positive light!! ❤️

I’m happy to hear your working conditions are good! I always hear horror stories about strip clubs and people being forced to do things, but I also found a lot of positive stuff online. I guess it all depends on the type of club you work at. I’m glad you enjoy working there :)

Congratulations to Me Part Three

A/N- This is the third and final part of Congratulations to Me, hope you enjoy it.

Congratulations to Me Part One

Congratulations to Me Part Two


Once again major props to @winchesters-favorite-girl. She’s been a major part of helping me write and develop this series. 

Warning: Underage drinking and unwanted advances

*4 months later*

Okay, in hindsight coming to the party probably hadn’t been Y/N’s smartest idea. But when Johnny, the boy she’d been crushing since the start of the semester, invited her she’d couldn’t say no.

He’d shown interest in her and she’d been feeling homesick, guess going to school across the country did that to you. Here she was, stuck in the middle of nowhere. When accepting college offers going to school in Kansas sounded great, but that was before she stopped talking to her reason for thinking so.

The night had started out great. By the time, she’d gotten there the party was already in full swing. Music was blasting, people were dancing and the alcohol was following. Y/N danced with some girls from her literature class and chatted with different people from the party.

Johnny had been sticking close to her side all night. His hand barely left her hip and he’d been filtering strong all night. At first the attention had been flattering, but after a while it was getting concerning. He followed her everywhere and had quickly become possessive, kissing her and clinging to her.

Johnny had her pinned to the hall down some hallway kissing her neck. Y/N had tried to leave multiple times, but he came dragging her back in. Y/N pushed him off again.

Johnny whined, “C’mon now babe.”

Y/N nervously pushed him back even more, thinking quickly, “I’ve got to use the bathroom.”

Johnny sighed, but allowed her down the hallway. Y/N hurried inside and promptly locked the door behind herself, thinking quickly. She didn’t have many options, there didn’t seem to be any chance of Johnny leaving her alone and she didn’t see how she could push out past him.

She needed help.

Y/N panicked, she needed help soon. She could only hold Johnny off so long. Y/N tapped her phone in her hand. Who to call, who to call? Y/N sighed, she knew who she needed to call, but that didn’t make it any easier. She hadn’t talked to them since their fight, they’d tried to call her and talk, but she’d shut them out.

Sam and Dean.

Y/N sighed and opened her phone, she had no guarantee that they would answer, hell with them they might even have different numbers now, but nonetheless they were her best bets. Y/N’s finger hovered over the call button next to Dean’s number and let out a deep breath. She jumped when someone banged on the door.

“Y/N,” Johnny hollered.

“Be right out,” She tried to sound controlled, but it came out shaker than she would have liked.

“Hurry up.”

Y/N waited for the floorboards to creak as Johnny backed away from the door before she pressed the call button. Y/N held her breath as the phone rang, praying that Dean answered.

“Hello?” Dean’s gruff voice asked as the ringing stopped. Y/N was so relieved she whimpered.

“Y/N?” Dean asked uncertainly, worried why his sister was calling after ignoring them for months.

“I need help,” her voice was soft and scared, setting Dean more on edge than he already was.

Dean was suddenly more alert than before, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m at a party and his guy won’t leave me alone. I tried to leave, but he just keeps kissing me and he’s a lot bigger than I am. I can’t get away from him. I’m scared Dean.”

Dean felt every nerve in his body set on edge. There was no way Dean was going to let this guy get away with taking advantage of his sister.

“Where are you?” he asked as fear began to flood through him, knowing he couldn’t get to her in time.

“At 312 on Bergen Street down at the University.”

“Which University?”


“You’re in Kansas?” Dean questioned as he began to realize that you’d been down the street from them the entire time.

“Yeah I uh-” She was interrupted by Johnny yelling through the door again. “Dean you gotta hurry, he won’t stop.”

Y/N heard whispering on the other end and then, “Y/N?”

It was Sam.


“Listen, we’re on our way right now okay? We’ll be there in five minutes.”

“Hurry Sam.”

Y/N bought herself another 2-3 minutes in the bathroom before Johnny all, but threatened to knock down the door.

Y/N slowly opened the door, trying to quickly move down the hallway and away from Johnny, but he was hot on her trail.

“What’s wrong babe,” his voice was wobbly from all the alcohol he had that night. “You were in the bathroom forever, was starting to think you’d slipped out the window.”

If only she would have fit. Y/N grimaced and tried to continue to head for the door, but he grabbed her arm pulling her back into him. His arms circling around her waist tightly. His lips found her neck once again and Y/N tried to shrug him off waiting for her brothers to hurry up and get here.

She heard them before she saw them. The second the front door slammed open she knew it had to be them from all the noise. She heard her brother’s rough voices shouting at drunken college students asking where she was.

Y/N knew the chances of the boys hearing her over all the noise was slim, but she still shouted, “SAM! DEAN!”

Relief flood through her as she saw her brothers come flying around the corner. Before she could say anything, she felt Johnny being ripped off her. Y/N stumbled back and into Dean’s waiting arms. Y/N instantly relaxed knowing there was nowhere safer than her big brother’s arms.

Sam had pulled Johnny off her and shoved him away, positioning himself between Johnny and his sister. Sam stood tall, towering over the young man.

“What the hell guys?” Johnny asked, clearly not realizing exactly what he was in for.

“What the hell?” Sam’s voice was dark and menacing. “You’re trying to take advantage of our little sister is what and that sure as hell isn’t happening on our watch.”

Johnny visibly gulped, clearly wary of the much bigger man threatening him, “Sister?”

“Yeah, sister,” Dean spoke up for the first time and his tone was as dangerous and challenging as Sam’s was. “A sister you’re going to stay far away from, understand? You’re going to keep your hands to yourself, because, well… I’ve got a gun and I’m always packing. You really don’t want another visit from me. Got it?”

Johnny stumbled back and nodded aggressively.

“Good,” Sam said, and before Johnny could react Sam swung his fist, knocking the teenager to the ground. He nodded at Dean and the two brothers ushered Y/N toward the front door and out into the cool night air. Dean guided her into the back seat of the impala and Y/N leaned back into the familiar feel of the worn leather.

Sam and Dean slide into the front seat and instantly turned around to face their sister. Worried showed on both their faces and Sam was the first one to speak, “You okay?”

Y/N sighed, she knew she was safe, Johnny wasn’t getting anywhere near her with Sam and Dean here now, but she was still pretty on edge and shaken up.

“I don’t know,” she admitted honestly and saw the murderous looks that flashed across both her brother’s faces. “That was pretty terrifying and I’m still shaken up about it. But I know I’m okay now, thanks you guys for coming.”

“Of course, that’s what brothers are for.” A bit of an awkward silence fell over the car before Dean spoke again, “What are you doing at school in Kansas?”

Y/N shifted nervously in her seat, “I wanted to go to school closer to you guys. I didn’t like being all the way across the country from you and so I thought this would be great, I would be five minutes away. I wanted it to be a surprise, I was going to tell you at graduation, but obviously that didn’t quite work out.”

“Y/N,” Dean shifted as much as he could in the seat to see her. “We really messed up with that. Sam though we should leave, but I was sure you wouldn’t mind. Turns out you cared a lot more in the past then we realized. I know we haven’t always been there for you, but we are so proud of you and we love you so much.”

“It’s okay, I forgive you.”

“Seriously?” Sam asked, raising his eyebrows. “You’ve ignored us for the last four months and now we’re just forgiven?”

“I missed you guys and yes, you have let me down a few times, but at the end of the day you’re there when it counts. You came and saved me tonight. You haven’t missed everything over the years and you always have the best intentions. You’re my brothers and I love you guys.”

“We’re going to try harder to make it to things now. No more missing because of hunts.”

“Yeah,” Dean agreed with his brother. “And we’ll make it up to you for missing this one.”

Y/N laughed, “Alright, but let’s go home. You can sweet talk me with all the wonderful things you plan to do for me there.”

The boys smiled as they turned back around in their seats, happy to finally have their little sister back.

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