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General Grant posing for a photograph, 1860s

I Need Your Help Part 10

Summary: Bucky gets an invitation to a family friends wedding and it turns out that his ex girlfriend will be attending as well. Panicked at the thought of seeing her, he asks you, his best friend to attend the wedding with him as his girlfriend in attempts to show his ex that he’s moved on.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: 40′s Bucky, swearing, shit goes down.

A/N: It makes me so happy that you guys like this and skfjefhjwehfuef I didn’t think you’d like my writing.

The wedding day was here. Everyone scrambled around the house as they got ready for Kenneth’s big day. Bucky tripped over his own feet three times already.

“Doll, have you seen my tie?” he questions, throwing the sheets off the bed in search for his tie.

“It’s hanging on the doorknob, Bucky.” you respond, buttoning up the front of your navy blue dress.

“Thanks.” he kisses your cheek before leaning over and grabbing it. You had your hair perfectly curled and you had just got done applying your red lipstick. “That’s gonna come off by tonight.” he points to your lips and you roll your eyes.

“That’s what you said last night and it didn’t happen.” you smirk. “I think I’ll be fine.”

Bucky’s playfulness disappears at the mention of last night. The guilt was eating him alive. Why was he even feeling guilty? You two aren’t actually dating. Though, he wants to. Does he?

The events of last night flash through his mind, Carolyn’s hands roaming his body, her lips pressed to his as they trailed down to his neck, how it felt to be inside her.

“Bucky hurry up we have to get going.” Y/N snaps him out of his thoughts. He clears his throat and turns to Y/N.

“I can’t tie my tie. Can you do it for me?” he pouts, causing you to chuckle. You make your way over to Bucky and began tying his tie for him. He looked down at you with admiration before feeling his stomach knot up with guilt. “You’re beautiful, you know?”

Y/N chuckles, shaking her head from left to right. “Yes Bucky, you always remind me.” she responds as she finished with your tie. Y/N looks up at Bucky with a smile on her face.

“I just want to make sure you know.” he tells her as he cups her face in his large hands. Bucky pecks her lips quickly before walking past her to find his shoes.

“Y/N? Bucky? Are you ready?” Winifred knocks at the door before opening it. She gasps when she sees you.

“Y/N! You look lovely.” she smiles as she walks up to you.

“Thank you Winifred, you look beautiful as always.” you compliment her.

Bucky smiles at the two of you. He loved how you and his mother got along. It was natural. Bucky knew his mother only pretended to like Carolyn.

“I’m ready.” Bucky speaks up as he stood next to you. Winifred nodded and you three go downstairs where George was waiting for his wife.

“Are you both coming with us in the car?” George asks Bucky and he shakes his head.

“No, Y/N and I will take my car.” Bucky responds. George nods and you all walk out onto the porch. “We’ll meet you guys there.”

You and Bucky get into his car and he drives off. “Buck.” you say, catching his attention.

“Hmm?” he hums as he keeps his eyes on the road.

“When are we going home?” you question. “Not that I want to leave, I absolutely love it here I-”

“I know Y/N.” he chuckles as he placed his hand on your thigh. “We’ll stay for two more days before going home. I never got to take you to the library. Is that okay with you?”

You smile. “Yeah.”

The ceremony was beautiful, everything was amazing and Doris looked so beautiful in her wedding dress. You were now at the wedding reception, sitting next to Bucky at a table with his parents and sister.

“This is so lovely.” Winifred gasps as she looked around the place.

“It is.” you agree, taking a drink of your water.

Once Winifred was done looking around, she turns to both you and Bucky. “When are you two going to get married?”

This question made you choke on your water. Bucky was quick to pat your back while you coughed.

“Are you alright?” Winifred asks, genuinely concerned.

“Yes.” you coughed once more. “Yes I’m okay.”

Everyone at the table leaned in a bit, waiting for your response to Winifred’s first question. The question that caused you to choke on your water.

“Uh, Bucky? Wanna answer that?” you say as you turn to Bucky. He tightened his grasp on the back of your chair at the sudden flip of attention.

“Um.. I, well.. Maybe it’s too early? We’ve only been dating for a year mom.” Bucky stutters out.

“I think you two are perfect to each other.”  George speaks and Winifred nods. They await for Bucky to say yes, he’ll ask you to marry him and Bucky sighs.

“I plan on marrying her some time in the future.” he says and they all smile.

“That’s good enough for me.” Winifred grins.

A slow song comes on and Bucky turns to you with a smile. “Bucky no.”

“Bucky yes.” he repeats from the night before. He stands up from his seat and extends his hand out for you to take. “May I have this dance?”

You look at him, trying to hide your smile but fail. You stand up and take his hand, allowing him to pull you onto the dance floor. He finds a spot in the middle and turns to you. His arms wrap around your waist as yours go to his neck, pulling him close to you. You both sway gracefully to the music and Bucky can’t help but think about how lucky he is to have met such a wonderful girl like you.

“Thank you Y/N.” he speaks. “For doing this for me. Not many people would.”

“No problem Bucky.” you respond.

You lay your head on his chest as you continued to dance with him. It was nice, just you and him. “I’m having a great time.” you murmur and Bucky smiles.

“I’m glad.” he responds. The songs ends and By The River Sainte Marie by Frankie Laine comes on and little Marilyn comes running through everyone.

“Auntie Y/N, can I dance with you?” she grins happily.

You look over at Bucky and he nods, stepping aside. “I’ll go get something to drink.” he kisses your cheek before walking away. You take Marilyn’s hands in your as you two began dancing together.

You were having so much fun. You would twirl Marilyn around, causing her to laugh and she would then try to twirl you. You both danced to two more songs - maybe three before the both of you were tired.

“Lets go get some water, yeah?” you suggest to the five year old. She nods her head and you lift her up in your arms as you made your way back to the table.

Kathleen smiled at you once you approached. “I’ll take her.” she reaches for Marilyn and you sit down next to her, gulping down water.

“Did you have fun?” Kathleen asks her daughter and Marilyn smiles as she nods her head. You look around the table, not seeing Bucky anywhere. He said he was going to get a drink. Maybe he went to the bathroom?

“Winifred have you seen Bucky? He said he was going to get a drink but I don’t see him anywhere.” you say as you scan the area once more. No sign of Bucky.

“I saw him walking over to the bathrooms but that was a while ago. I assumed he made his way back to you and Marilyn.” she replies and you quickly stand up. What if something happened to him? What if he got hurt?

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to go look for him.” you announce and both Winifred and Kathleen stand up.

“We’ll help.” Kathleen says.

“Thank you.” you smile at them.

“Marilyn go with grandpa, okay? Mommy will be back in a little.” she tells the five year old. Marilyn nods and runs over to George.

“Grandpa!” she exclaims and George smiles.

“Hey bug, wanna dance?” he questions and Marilyn nods her little head.

“Come on.” Winifred links arms with me and we walk off. “where should we look first?”

“The bathrooms maybe? Didn’t you say you saw Bucky go there?” Kathleen questions her mother and Winifred nods.

“Good idea.” she says. We head over to the bathrooms and Kathleen knocks on the mens door.

“Bucky?” she calls. No answer. “I’m gonna open it.”

“Kathleen no.” Winifred says and Kathleen waves her off.

“It’s only a peak, mom.” she says. Kathleen opens the door but no one was in there.

“Where could he be?” you mutter to yourself. Distantly, you could hear a noise coming from the girls restroom and you make your way towards it with Winifred and Kathleen behind you.

“Hello?” you knock twice before opening the door.

“Oh my god!” a girl gasps as she held her dress to her exposed body. Your eyes find their way to the guy who was trying to pick up his pants as quickly as possible.

You gasp as they turn to face you and your eyes quickly fill with tears. It was Carolyn and Bucky.

“Y/N.” Bucky breathes as he pushed past Carolyn to get to you. “I swear it’s not-” he grabs your arm but you yank it away from him.

“Don’t touch me.” you spat, turning around as your tears slid down your cheeks. “Excuse me.” you say to Winifred and Kathleen. They step aside and you rush past them, trying to find the exit quickly.

A/N: Woahhhhh


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I Don’t Need A Bodyguard! (Bodyguard!Sam AU)

Words: 1139
Warnings: None(?)
Pairing: Sam x Reader

Originally posted by bitchandjerk

-Oh my freaking God! -I growl, seeing the tall man in a black suit and white button-up in front of me. -Mike! Timothy! I swear to God I’m going to kill you both! I don’t need a bodyguard!

-Ma'am? -The man says, his voice firm. -I’m Sam Winchester, I’ve been hired to protect you due to the recent threats to your life.

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feelmyroarrrr  asked:

How on earth did that happen? Dean fluff please!!!

“Hey, you’re back!” Dean sat up in your bed when he heard you open the door and throw down your bag, walking gingerly to the dresser to grab your favorite flannel of his to put on. “I thought you weren’t coming back until morning. And why are you moving like that?”

“Yeah…couldn’t really wait to get back.” You grunted in pain and pulled your shirt over your head, exposing your lower back that was now a giant bruise.

“How on earth did that happen?” Dean questioned and pulled himself out of bed, running his calloused fingers lightly over the different colored bruises. “Didn’t you just go to see your sister?”

“Slipped on her porch steps.” You shrugged, hissing in pain. “FYI, ice is slippery. Do we have a heating pad anywhere?” He helped you slide your arms into his shirt and you buttoned up the front of it while you sat on the bed, carefully kicking off your jeans.

“Shit, no sweetheart. We left it in the last motel remember?” He started to pull his boots on and you knew he was gonna run out at 3am to get one, but you didn’t want him to.

“Dean, no.” You reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back. “We’ll worry about it in the morning I just wanna go to sleep.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You nodded with a small smile and he climbed back into bed. You rolled onto your stomach, your back much too sore to lay on your back or your side, and snuggled against him. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He grinned and leaned down to kiss you, splaying his hand across your lower back and pressing gently, the heat from his hand and the gentle pressure eliciting a moan of pleasure from you.

“I forgot how hot you were.”

“Really?” He chuckled. “Sweetheart you weren’t gone that long.”

“Shut up you pervert you know what I meant.” He laughed and kept moving his hand, working the knots out of your back while giving you the heat your sore muscles were craving. “You’re gonna have to stay up all night and keep doing that you know.” You mumbled, drifting off to sleep.

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.” He kissed your forehead with a smile on his lips. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”


Meet me in the goddamn pit, Grima. 

(Aka I took like fourteen selfies without even bothering to put on my arm pieces/without the wig I actually plan to use??? And I need to fix the buttons up front, they kept twisting around until I took them off so all you can see are my placeholder dots woops.)

But anyway, progress?? shots of my Kjelle for Anime Midwest. I’m liking the roughed up version of this armor way more than I did when it was just shiny and flat? Need to fix some bits anyway.

I still need to make her ridiculous turtle shell deal and finish the leg armor ugh

I missed her so much I wanted to die: a hard, physical longing, like a craving for air underwater. Lying awake, I tried to recall all my best memories of her—to freeze her in my mind so I wouldn’t forget her—but instead of birthdays and happy times I kept remembering things like how a few days before she was killed she’d stopped me halfway out the door to pick a thread off my school jacket. For some reason, it was one of the clearest memories I had of her: her knitted eyebrows, the precise gesture of her reaching out to me, everything. Several times too—drifting uneasily between dreaming and sleep—I sat up suddenly in bed at the sound of her voice speaking clearly in my head, remarks she might conceivably have made at some point but that I didn’t actually remember, things like Throw me an apple, would you? and I wonder if this buttons up the front or the back? and This sofa is in a terrible state of disreputableness.
—  Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch