clock an bacon in the bedroom

The Little Brit, Part 2 | Jughead Jones x Reader

Originally posted by lodges-veronica

Originally posted by stydiaislove

  Part 1

I wake up, the smile’s still on my face from last nights encounter.

“(Y/N),” I hear mum shout from downstairs.

“I’m up,” I yell back stretching out my arms before throwing my covers off my body and heading down to greet my parents and grab something to eat. “Excited for your first day?” my mum asks putting a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me.

“Nervous. I met a few other kids in my year at the diner last night, they seemed really nice.” She clasps her hands together.

“Oh, sweetie that’s lovely!”

    I shrug hoping she was right finishing up with my breakfast before continuing to get ready for school. I was used to wearing a uniform back home so being able to wear whatever to school was a weird concept for me to grasp as I stand infront of my wardrobe, clothes littering my bedroom floor. I huff to myself glancing at the clock. 10 minutes before I have to start my walk to school and I’m nowhere near ready. 

“You okay sweetie?” my mum asks from my door. I nod throwing together and outfit.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m going to head in early to get my timetable.“ She smiles hugging me briefly before bidding goodbye as she heads into work. I grab my bag and rush down the steps walking toward school. 

    As i get closer to the school I glance around to see other kids loitering out front, all in small groups, all seemed to be caught up in their own conversation to see me nervously wonder through trying to locate the front office. 

“(Y/N),” I turn to see Betty waving from across the hall weaving her way through the crowd till she reached me.

“Hey,” I smile warmly adjusting my bag on my shoulder.

“I’m actually showing you around today- I already got your schedule,“ I breathe a sigh of relief.

 “Thank you.” The bell rings loudly.

“I’ll walk you to your first class and then we can meet up at lunch. You can seat with me and the gang.” I smile. 

“Thank you so much.” She throws her arm around my shoulder and gives me a small squeeze.

“You’re very welcome!” 


    The lunch bells rings and I breathe a sigh of relief slipping my books into my bag and heading toward the school yard, my eyes scanning for Betty and Veronica. My palms grow sweaty as I struggle to find the blonde and raven haired girls, my heart rate starts to grow and I consider turning around and finding somewhere else to eat when someone whistles catching my attention.

“Little Brit!” I turn and see Veronica standing up from her seat waving me over. I smile and walk over sitting inbetween the two girls.

“Gosh i thought I was never going to find you guys!” I giggle. 

“How’s class been so far?” I nod noticing Archie, Jughead & an unfamiliar boy approach the table taking their seats.

“It’s actually been really good, easier than I thought- Besides the whole having to introduce yourself every lesson. I swear teachers do it just to torture us!“ I breathe out realising I was mumbling.“I’m thinking of trying out for a slot in the music class, I’ve heard that the music teacher here is really good. She does private classes? Isn’t that right Archie?” He chokes on his lunch and goes red in the face. The whole group looks at me with a shock expression.

“What?” I laugh innocently glancing over to Jughead who looks lost. “Miss Grundy told me she was helping you with songwriting, was I mistaking?” He clears his throat and shakes his head. 

“Oh, right, yeah, she’s been helping me a lot actually- with the song writing, yeah…” I laugh at his sudden change in mood. 

“Anyways I heard Betty that you run the “Blue & Gold”. I was wondering if I was able to help? I wrote back home for my school newsletter and I thought I could help you reboot the paper.“ She smiles.

“That would be awesome! Jug and I have been working a lot lately with the paper, right Jug?” We all turn to face him only for him to be staring right at me. I go red and Archie nudges Jughead with his elbow.

“Juggie,“ Betty pesters. He jolts upright fixing his beanie, his eyes darting to us all.

“Yo,” I laugh and look at the others. “Did you not hear anything Betty and I were saying?” He laughs awkwardly under his breath scratching the back of his neck.

“I swear I was listening I just-”

“Got lost in her voice,” Veronica teases making him go red.

“I just.. um… I have… um… you know what nevermind,“ he rambles pushing his food around the tray. 

“I was talking to Betty about the Blue & Gold.” He nods.

“Yeah we run it. You can… um… are you… did you want to help us?” he finally gets out looking toward me smiling sweetly.

“It’d be an honour Jug. I’d be more than happy to help you and B out.” He smiles. 

“Why don’t the three of us go to Pop’s after chool and talk more about the paper?“ I suggest. 

“Oh, I’m sorry but I have plans today,” Betty replies.

“Okay, maybe just me and you Jug?” He almost spits out the juice in his mouth glancing to Archie with wide eyes.

“Of course!” He almost shouts. “I mean, yeah, of course, I’ll bring my laptop and show you some stuff,” he tries to act cool adjusting his beanie and glancing past me. 

“Cool, it’s a date,“ I smile catching his gaze.

“It’s a date love,” he smiles back.


Starry Nights Part 7

Pairings:
Hulk x Reader
Bruce Banner x Reader

Summary:
Bruce’s greatest fear finally comes true…

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Y/N’s eyes snapped open as she heard her alarm, she reached over and blindly groped at her side table until she felt her alarm clock and flicked it off. She closed her eyes again and threw off her blanket, stretching her arms. Y/N shivered as the cool morning air hit her newly exposed bare skin. She sat up and looked to the other side of the bed, seeing it empty.

She frowned for a moment, mind jumping to the worst conclusion but quickly dismissed her thoughts. Bruce would never… She stood and collected a shirt and pair of pyjama pants and made her way to the bathroom.

When Y/N padded out of her bedroom she was hit with the smell of bacon in the air. A small smile spread on her lips as any last inkling of fear disappeared and she wandered into the kitchen, seeing Bruce cooking in a pair of sweatpants.

“Well this is a good morning.” She grinned, giggling when she saw him jump and turn around.

“I, ah, I wanted to make you breakfast.” He said shyly and with a hint of awkwardness in his tone.

Y/N walked closer to him, craning her head up and standing on her toes to look into his eyes, Bruce almost backed away but was trapped between her and the kitchen counter.

“Are you… Just Bruce now?” She asked looking at his two brown eyes.

“Uh, yeah. I-I woke up as myself.”

Y/N leaned forwards, feeling Bruce tense slightly as she reached around him to turn off the stove, stowing away the risk of burning their breakfast. She leaned back on the balls of her heels and looked at him, taking in his nervous expression and jittery movements. He looked at her with a small and shy smile and she noticed his eyes were flitting from her face to her neck.

“Proud of yourself?” She teased, knowing how her neck had marks all over it after she had fixed herself up in the bathroom. Bruce bit his lip and fixed his gaze onto her eyes.

“A little.”

“Of course you are.” She rolled her eyes as she turned, walking towards the cupboard to pull out two plates. “Boys will always be boys after all.”

Bruce quickly turned and grabbed the handle of the saucepan to help her set up breakfast. “I mean…” He began to defend himself. “I hadn’t done… THAT… since… well… it’s been a long time…” He ran his hand through his messy hair, unlike her he evidentially hadn’t worried about brushing his hair when he awoke and had quite impressive sex hair. She felt it was an attractive look for him.

She bit back a smile as they silently worked around each other to prepare breakfast. The air around them was light and comfortable. Last night as she laid awake she was worried the next morning would be awkward but it wasn’t and that filled her with a warm comforting feeling.

“You didn’t have to make breakfast.” She said as they both sat down at the table.

“I thought it would be appropriate to.”

“Pfft, what, did you google that.” Y/N laughed but then noticed the slight scrunch in his face.

“Bruce!” She let out a few giggles. “Seriously?!”

Bruce looked down at his breakfast to avoid her face. “Like I said, it’s been a long time…” He mumbled as he shoved some egg into his mouth so he wouldn’t have to talk.

“Nooo, l think that’s adorable!” She reassured him with a smile. “You’re the sweetest guy I’ve ever met Bruce.” She picked up her fork and started eating.

Bruce swallowed and grinned proudly at her comment as he continued to eat.

“Soooo.” Y/N announced somewhat awkwardly after they finished their food. “We should probably talk about this… us…. I mean, you, me and Hulk.” She fiddled with her fingers. Bruce stiffened somewhat but nodded, he knew he couldn’t avoid it forever.

“We talked…”

“Uh huuuh.” She prompted him to continue. She wasn’t going to lie, this was a weird conversation, but then again the whole situation was kind of weird so she didn’t know why she expected anything different.

“We agreed, to, uh, share you…” She could hear the awkwardness in his voice. “If you, if you wanted that is.”

She thinned her lips and breathed in deeply through her nose. Yeeeah this was definitively a weird conversation. She nodded slowly. “I mean, I’d like that.” She felt her face flush. “I meant what I said last night. I have feelings for both of you.“ She saw Bruce smile at her, he felt a weight off his chest.

“Does this mean you’ll be staying with me permanently?”

“I wasn’t planning on leaving.”

They exchanged nervous smiles as Y/N stood and walked towards Bruce. She perched herself on his lap and weaved her arms around his neck. “I’m glad.” She kissed his lips. “I honestly don’t know what I would do without you anymore.” She kissed his forehead. “Both of you.” She confirmed.

Bruce noticed that her kissing his forehead had become a recurring thing and he realised that was her way of acknowledging Hulk as well as him. Bruce felt him quell in the back of his mind. He dropped his hands around her waist, clutching her to him.

Bruce couldn’t believe it, he had appeared to finally get along with his other half, he didn’t have to run anymore and most importantly he had someone to love, someone that loved him. For the first time in years he felt like he could actually have everything he wanted in life. He was finally going to allow himself to be happy.

——————

“Bruce!” Y/N shrieked as she tried to get out of his grasp. “I have to go to work!” She giggled as she felt his arms tighten around her and his lips on her neck. “You don’t technically have to do anything.” She rolled her eyes at him and escaped his grip. She honestly couldn’t believe how much Bruce seemed to change so quickly. He was more relaxed, like he finally stopped being so tense and on edge all the time and it truly made her happy to see him so happy. She picked her handbag up off the table and turned to him, pressing a light kiss to his lips and then his forehead. “I’ll be home this afternoon.”

—————

Y/N walked home with an uneasy feeling, it was day so she wasn’t afraid of… THAT happening again… But she couldn’t shake of the feeling she was being watched somehow. She had this feeling for a the past few days now but she tried to ignore it. She stopped for the umpteenth time and looked around. She was probably just being ridiculous, it was just nerves, surely. She pushed her worries to the back of her mind and carried on home.

She and Bruce were both sitting on the couch, Y/N was cuddled up against Bruce and writing on her iPad as Bruce was reading a book.

Suddenly windows shattered and in rolled in strange beeping devices. Y/N screamed at the noise and didn’t even have time to register seeing the devices as Bruce screamed her name and she felt Hulk pull her towards him and drape himself over her. She was shaking and her heart was pounding and her ears were buzzing and all she could do was hold onto Hulk tightly as the room exploded around them.

Her eyes were closed and she screamed when Hulk pulled away from her, she tried to hold onto him but felt him leave her grip and roar, running out of her sight. She held onto her self and kept her eyes closed, she was crying and maybe screaming? She wasn’t sure, she was afraid. She was too afraid. What was happening?!?!

Y/N finally allowed herself to look up when she heard no more gunshots. She raised her head, swallowing as she looked up. Hulk was shaking like she was, but she assumed it was in anger and not fear. She saw bodies around him, bodies in uniforms? Military uniforms? It took her a moment to piece together what had happened.

General Ross…

She felt sobs rake through her very core as she hyperventilated, looking behind her and seeing her cottage completely destroyed. “H-Hulk?” She could barely hear herself. He wasn’t looking at her. She got up on shaky legs and wobbled towards him. “Hulk…” She didn’t know what else to say. For every step she took towards him he took a step away. She looked at his eyes and saw the guilt in his own. She realised why…

“Hulk, Bruce no…” She cried as he gave her one last look. “I-I just lost my home… Please, please! I can’t loose you too…” He jumped away, leaving her and she knew that this time he wasn’t coming back…

She dropped to her knees and cried because what else could she do? She had just lost everything…

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Newlyweds (Joker x Reader)

Originally posted by cuddle-porn

Requested by @alyssajolie03-Can you do one with sane joker and reader. And she’s his wife and becomes pregnant.


A menacing laugh filled your ears but you didn’t feel any sense of fear. The laugh was familiar and it belonged to the man you loved. You were both crazy for each other, literally. You heard a bomb explode and that was when your eyes fell on him. His green hair giving away his position. You felt a crazy grin appearing on your face.

“Mister J…”


Your eyes fluttered open and you took in the warm atmosphere that you had woken to. The curtains were slightly open and allowing a small, but acceptable, amount of light to stream into the room. You pulled the covers off of you, groaning as you pulled yourself from the warmth of the bed. You stretched and adjusted your nightgown. Your eyes caught a glimpse at the sparkling ring that was on your finger.

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A groan leaves my throat as I’m blinded by the sunlight coming through the wall to wall window. My head throbs and I feel around the bed, no one is on the other half. I groan and roll out of my bed. My toes are greeted with the white plush carpet. I hear some whistling coming from the kitchen. I trudge to put on some sweatpants and a shirt. I then go down the staircase and turn the corner to the kitchen.

There in front of the stove is a messy haired girl in my white shirt from the night before. I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. I bury my head in her neck and press a kiss to it.

“What you cooking, good looking?” I mumble in between kisses.

“Pancakes and bacon. Good for a hangover.” She giggles as she flips one of the pancakes. Then it hits me, I just cheated on my fiance with a stranger I know nothing about.

“What time is it?” I pull away from her and look at the clock. 11 am. My fiance would be back with her son in an hour. “I’m so sorry, sweetie. My fiance will be back soon and I got to clean up. Do you want me to call you a cab?”

“Um, yeah that’d be great. I’m gonna get dressed.” She turns off the stove and hurries up to my bedroom. I notice when she walks on the catwalk that overlooks the whole apartment that she wasn’t wearing any panties. it took everything in my power not to run up to my bedroom and bury my face between her legs.

I shake the thought away and go to clean up the dishes that the girl from the night before had made in an attempt of trying to make me breakfast. I put the dishes in the dishwasher and look around the apartment. I then remember the broken dish on the floor from the night before. I slowly go over to where the dish had landed after being thrown at my head.

“She’s my sister! How do you expect me not to help her out in her in a time of need!?” Alice snaps defensively at me from across the dinner table. Her son, Robert, looks at me with big sad eyes. He looks down at his steak his mother cut up for him.

“Time of need? Going through a divorce because she cheated on her husband is in now way a time of need!” I yell as I pick at my steak. “You in no way needed to spend a million dollars on buying her a house on the beach! You can’t keep wasting my money on pointless shit!”

“Do not raise your voice in front of my son!” Alice yells at me. “You know better than anyone how important a handout or two is.” Alice takes a sip of her wine. I slam my fist onto the table, making both our drinks shake.

“You know very goddamn well that I earned my money that you’ve been leaching off of!” I yell loudly. Robert lowers his head and has stopped picking at his steak. “I’ve been supporting you since high school.”

“That’s bullshit! I make some m-” Alice starts but I cut her off.

“Some! The amount of money you’ve made in your lifetime doesn’t even cover half of one semester at your son’s special elementary school. That I’m paying for by the way.” I snap at her, shoving my fork into my steak angrily. Alice lets out a deep huff and storms up from her seat, holding her plate and starts to march up the stairs.

“Oh yeah, walk away from the fight and buy some high heels.” I mock up at her. She stops on the fifth stair, glaring at me. I can see the rage flowing through her body.

“We are not having a fight.” Alice says through gritted teeth.

“Oh yeah, sure.” I said, rolling my eyes. Alice let out a loud shriek of anger and a plate was broken on the floor.

“You are so fucking irritating! You’re a sarcastic fuck!” Alice screams loudly. “I’m staying with my sister until you get your shit together!”

“Have fun staying at the house I’m paying for!” I yelled. A few minutes later Alice was huffing out of the door with Robert’s arm in her grip carrying two big suitcases.

She’s done this before, walk out after a fight. She stays in Westin hotel suite for a night, orders room service and gets a massage while Robert swims in the pool. Then she comes back and schedules a therapy session that we go to once then have some make up sex. This all happens within a span of three days. She’s never broken the routine.

I hear some heels click down the stairs, the girl from the night before is standing on the last step. She has a shy smile on her face. I open one of the bottom drawers and pull out the last pill of our Plan B. I pull out a glass and fill it with some water, passing it to her.

“Just in case.” I mumble handing it to her. “I used a condom but I figured just better to be safe.”

“Yeah thanks. I don’t need a little one running around yet.” She chuckles swallowing it with some water. “I’ll see you.”

“See you.” I smile, holding the door for her. She smiles back at me before disappearing forever. I throw away the box and put the glass in the dishwasher.  Just as I do that, the elevator dings. I turn to see Alice with Robert right behind her. I secretly smirk in victory.

I know not to say anything; She’ll put her stuff away, have a drink, call the therapist, then have sex. She comes back down from the bedroom and follows her routine. Robert goes to play with his friend and Alice looks at me. She wraps her arms around my neck and presses kisses all over me.

“I called the therapist.” She whispers in my ear. She throws her leg around my waist and grinds her crotch into mine. “He says we’ll meet on Thursday.”

“Dr. Masters?” I question putting my hands on her hips. She grunts in agreement.

“He said we’ll talk one on one and then as a couple.” She mutters, lowering herself down. She starts to undo my sweatpants. She mumbles something as she starts to lower her mouth on me. I let out a shaky breath. She bobs her head up and down on my length. I feel a pit in my stomach as she continues.

“Fuck, Alice. I’m gonna-” I groan, gripping at the couch. Alice looks up from me with a confused look on her face.

“Have you wanked off recently?” She asks, eyebrows lowered. “It usually takes longer to cum for you. Unless you’re still sensitive?”

Fuck. She knows me so well.

“Y-yeah. I woke up with morning wood. I um.. cancelled it out.” I groan.

“Well if you’ve came twice today, you’ll cum the second you’re inside me.” Alice complains. “You know I don’t like when you do that.”

“I’m sorry, you weren’t here to help me out.” I say, a little bit snappish.

“Yeah, I was at Ashley’s because you were being such a dick!” Alice screams at me.

“You’re spending a shit ton of money while planning the most expensive wedding in history.” I yell back. Ashley lets out another scream of anger. “I understand that you’re used to having everything bought and paid for by other people and never having to work but come on. I make a lot of money, but I earned it.”

“MOTHER FUCKER!” She screams, getting up to me. “I’m staying with my sister! I’ll see you at therapy!”

She storms out of the apartment again. Forgetting both her son and her stuff. I’ll send a taxi to pick her son up and take him to his aunt’s. Home alone again. Before i know it, it’s time for bed and then work. I send Alice a quick text asking if she got to her sister’s okay, along with Robert.

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request |  Do you think you could do a fic with OakXReader or DaveedXReader based of the song All I Want by Kodaline? I adore your writing by the way!! You’re very talented.

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pairing | oak x reader

words | 1480

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The ceiling fan whirled, and the a/c vent whirred softly, yet Oak was still too hot. His blankets were strewn about his bed, wrapping just over his pelvis and right leg, and leaving his whole torso and other leg bare. It didn’t feel right, here in this bed. Not without his other half, not without you.


The bed was nearly too comfortable to get out of, too inviting with the other person. He could feel you breathing, hear the air leave your nose when you sighed in your sleep. Although he couldn’t seem to drift off once more, he still kept his eyes closed, just so he could feel the heightened sense of your hand on his chest, and your head nuzzling against his shoulder.

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Lena discovers her Superhero girlfriend has a fear…


Lena woke at 6am, despite not setting an alarm. She rolled over and was greeted to the sight of a gently snoring mass of blonde curls. She placed a gentle kiss on the curls and her heart swelled as she watched her girlfriend sleep; she never knew she could feel like this, so happy, so loved, so content. 

Lena stretched, her shoulders cracking, before rolling out of bed in search of a pair of sweatpants to go with the t-shirt she had slept in; today was a casual day. She swiped a hair tie off the dressing table and padded out of the bedroom, tying her hair up. 

She took a last look at the sleeping Kryptonian and smiled; Kara was not a morning person, despite the perky demeanour suggesting otherwise. There was no way Kara was emerging any time soon, so Lena left her sprawled across the bed. 

Lena’s morning routine had been the same for many years, she was a creature of habit, finding comfort in the repetitive nature starting each day in the same manner provided. 

She headed to the kitchen first, the coffee machine the first stop of the day. Once her cup was filled, the smell of the coffee hitting her nostrils, she wandered through to the mini office she had set up in her living room . Her laptop blinked to life and Lena started her daily routine of replying to everything in her inbox. 

By 8am she had cleared her inbox, so started her presentation for the Science Outreach Programme at the local High School, she was hoping to encourage more bright young girls into the STEM fields. 

The next time she looked at the clock it was 10am. She could hear the shower running and smiled as she realised Kara had finally dragged herself from under the duvet. Lena saved her presentation and headed back to the kitchen with plans to make a start on breakfast, musing to herself it was more like a brunch at this time. 

Pancake batter ready to go, Lena pulled the bacon from the fridge but abruptly dropped the packet on the floor when she heard a scream from the bedroom. 

Lena ran towards the bedroom, a million thoughts running though her mind. Her girlfriend was Supergirl for goodness sake, she doesn’t scream for no reason. 

Upon reaching the bedroom Lena found Kara sitting in the middle of the bed, a towel wrapped around her body, her hair still wet from the shower. 

Lena looked round the room, expecting to find some kind of assailant, but instead found it empty aside from Kara frozen to her spot on the bed, with a combined look of fear and disgust on her face. 

‘What happened?!’ Lena exclaimed, climbing onto the bed, starting to check Kara over for injuries, before realising it was a slightly ridiculous task considering Kara was pretty much indestructible. 

Kara just pointed to a spot in the corner of the room. 

Lena turned to look and saw nothing. 

'Mhhmhm’ Kara mumbled. 

Lena was starting to get concerned about her girlfriend, had she been infected by a kryptonite weapon..?

'Spider..!’ Kara muttered more coherently. 

Lena squinted and sure enough there was a small spider slowly climbing the far wall. 

Lena couldn’t help herself; she giggled. Her Superhero girlfriend, who could bench press a car and fly, was apparently terrified of spiders. 

Kara pouted when she saw Lena giggle and Lena felt her heart melt. She bit her lip to stop herself before placing a quick kiss on Kara’s forehead. 

Lena got off the bed and picked up the empty glass from her bedside table along with the paper she had been reading the previous night before falling asleep. 

She resisted the urge to look at Kara, knowing it would only make her giggle again, and crept over to the spider, placing the glass over it and sliding the paper underneath. 

Having safely contained the spider, Lena walked out of the bedroom to her balcony, and released it. 

Upon returning to the bedroom, Lena saw that the pout was still in place on Kara’s face. She sat on the edge of the bed and took Kara’s hand in hers. 

'You giggled…’ Kara pouted. 

'I’m sorry darling, it was a bit unexpected. You are a Superhero…’ Lena explained, rubbing her thumb over Kara’s knuckle. 

'Spiders, eh?’ Lena continued and raised an eyebrow. 

'I had a bad experience with a giant one back on Krypton when I was younger…’ Kara explained and shuddered at the memory. 

'It’s gone now’ Lena leaned in to give Kara a quick kiss. 

Kara hummed in response. 

'Can you rescue me from all future spiders?’ Kara questioned seriously.

'Of course my love’ Lena smiled, 'consider me your own personal spider removal service.’

'My hero!’ Kara giggled. 

'Some heroes wear capes…’ Lena responded dramatically, ’…some wear… Superhero themed underwear!’

She pulled down the top of her sweatpants to reveal the boy shorts she was wearing underneath, adorned with Kara’s family crest. 

Kara burst out laughing and pulled Lena down onto the bed, kissing her, the spider (and brunch) forgotten. 

Pancakes

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

Y/N woke up to the strong aroma of pancakes and bacon in the air. She groaned, who was doing this? It is too early. She rolled over to look at the clock on her nightstand.

It was just turning nine-fourty in the morning.

Y/N sat up and rubbed at her eyes before crawling out of bed. Who was making breakfast? And more importantly, we’re they making enough for her? She made her way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, trying to identify the culprit. Y/N placed a hand on her chest.

‘Tis Johnny.

How did he even get inside? Johnny doesn’t even have a key?? How–

“Ah, you’re up,” Johnny spoke softly, looking over his shoulder. His eyes raked over his sleepy girlfriend’s form and a smile spread across his face. “Good morning, princess~”

Y/N mumbled something that sounded like a “morning” and made her way to the island. She eyed Johnny warily and then made eye contact with the pancakes. Fuck, pancakes were the answer to all suffering.

Johnny chuckled, “Hungry, babygirl?”

Y/N nodded and sat on one of the stools, “How did you get in?”

“Found the spare,” He smirked. “By the way, you should really find a better hiding place for that–”

“You broke into my apartment and the first thing you do is make pancakes?”

“Technically, I made the bacon first–”

“You’re a smartass.”

“You looooooove me~” Johnny placed a stack of pancakes on a plate and handed them to Y/N.

“Mhm,” she rolled her eyes as she took the plate from her boyfriend. “Keep telling yourself that.”

Johnny snorted and placed a hand on his hip, “Rude ass.”

Y/N smirked and shoved a forkful of pancake in her mouth. Jesus, she moaned and melted in her chair. I’ve been blessed. “Nevermind, I lied. I love you.”

“You only love me for my cooking.”

“You right.”

Johnny rolled his eyes, “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” Y/N smiled. “Would you really break into my apartment to make me breakfast if you hated me?”

“Shit, you right.”

“When am I not?”

Johnny gave her a look, “For my own safety, I refuse to answer.”

Y/N snorted but continued eating her pancakes. All was well in the world. Her skin was clear. She had good grades. Her crops were thriving.

All thanks to the fluffy miracle that were Johnny’s pancakes.



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bacon & eggs

mj/jinjin, slice of life

~300 words


For the first time in a long time, Myungjun does not wake up to the incessant buzzing of his alarm clock.  There aren’t children screaming in the hallway or jumping on the bed, and the cat is not trying to use his face as a scratching post.  He simply wakes up to a light bedroom, still buried beneath the covers.

He blinks in an attempt to clear his eyes of sleep, but without his glasses on, nothing is in focus.  He extends his arm and pats around the bed, determining that Jinwoo is not next to him.  He makes a disappointed sigh; he would have loved to spoon until one of their maniacal sons demanded to be fed.  The parent in him corrects the maniacal comment; Bin is just assertive and Minhyuk gets creative with waking them up.

Myungjun runs his fingers through his hair, wincing as he encounters knots.  He fumbles around the nightstand to find his glasses and haphazardly puts them on.  He rolls out of bed and shuffles into the bathroom to brush his teeth.  He doesn’t try to address his hair and finds his way out into the hallway.  Once he’s there, he smells something cooking.  He thinks there is some bacon in scent wafting through the air, but when his stomach grumbles, he realizes that he doesn’t really care.  He just wants food.

When he enters the kitchen, he goes straight to Jinwoo, wrapping his arms around his husband’s torso, resting his cheek on Jinwoo’s shoulder.  Among the things on the counter are bacon, french toast, fruit salad of some sort, and maybe a morning cocktail situation that he’ll have to explore later.

“Morning,” Jinwoo greets him, patting Myungjun’s arm once.

“Where are the kids?”

Jinwoo stirs some scrambled eggs around the skillet in front of him, “They’re at my parents’ house.  It’s their anniversary gift to us.”

Myungjun hums and presses a kiss on the back of Jinwoo’s neck, “Happy anniversary.”

“You know, I was going to surprise with breakfast in bed.  You always ruin my romantic gestures.”

“Are you still annoyed that I asked you to marry me?”

“No.  Yes.  You barely beat me to the punch.”

Myungjun laughs and detaches himself from Jinwoo’s back.  He steals a piece of bacon and whispers, “I love you.”

ahahaahah i’m myungjin trash. sorrynotsorry

day 16? we’re still chugging along…. ( i know it’s not great but it’s all i have)

Morning Light 

Anon Request: Could you write about dancing/grinding with John boyega in his apartment that leads to a make out session

Words: 1176

With his continuous success, John has learned to appreciate the little things in life.

The comfort of his own bed. The morning light that creeps through the bay windows, which serve as his own personal alarm clock when he doesn’t have to work. Most importantly, he appreciates the smell of breakfast being cooked down the hall.

He finds himself appreciating all of these things as he peeks out of his pillow this morning at the sound of you entering the bedroom.

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Bullet Proof- Chapter 10

Hey guys, so so sorry that this took so long to post! Life has been insane! I promise I’ll be better at posting fics over the summer. I want to thank @em-m-j, @jordan202 and everyone else in the GC for encouraging me to keep going even though I was crazy busy and lost inspiration.

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Amelia Shepherd woke up feeling blissfully happy. She couldn’t quite place why, but she had a feeling it had everything to do with the warm figure that was currently pressed against her back. Owen. Somehow in the middle of the night they had gotten even closer than they had been when they went to sleep, and their legs had become tangled together. His strong arms were still wrapped around her, and though the intimacy of it all terrified her, she felt incredibly safe. How pitiful was it that the only times she has gotten a proper sleep in the past 2 weeks were when Owen was nearby. God how had she become so attached to someone this quickly. Instantly panic set in her chest and the urge to run took over her brain. She was trying to figure out how should could untangle herself from Owen without waking him when she felt him stir beside her. His arm pulled her closer and all the fears left her mind. So what if it was fast? She had this amazing man sleeping beside her, who brought her into his bed just to sleep because he knew she needed it. She turned around in his embrace to meet his gaze.

“Hey,” he breathed, surprised she was awake.

“Hey,” she replied shyly. She noticed how bright it was in the room. “Oh god what time is it? How long did I sleep for?” She made a move to get up but Owen pulled her back down into his embrace.

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xiumin x reader (request)

POV: Reader
Pairing: Xiumin (EXO) x Reader
Rating: R
Comments: This is the request I mentioned yesterday. In case no one knew, Xiumin’s my favourite member of EXO, and I was very inspired to write this, so here we go. c: The fight isn’t much of a fight, but I think you get the point. I really like how this one turned out, so I hope you all like it too. Here’s to having more Xiumin on my blog. *-*

Summary: “Jealous Xiumin. Like him getting jealous, then there’s a fight and then make up (sexy time if you will)” - Anon

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Dopamine, Serotonin, Oxytocin (M)

Originally posted by bingubiigbang

» top x reader, magic!au & university!au
» 3.4k
» university au. top and reader live together but []
» warning: smut (threesome, bj, fingering, slight praise)

“There’s three of you, Seunghyun. I’m looking at – talking to – three different yous.”

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Cuddle Buddy

summary: What do you do when your roommate crawls into your bed in the middle of the night?

pairing: Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura

Roommates | Cuddle Buddy | Body Pillow | Sleepover | Nightmare | Nightmare II

Sasuke got up in the middle of the night as he sighed from the thoughts raging through his mind. His exam date for the police academy was coming up and he couldn’t help but feel nervous as the days drew closer. It wasn’t like him to get nervous for things like this. He was always at the top of his class and excelled at everything he tried at. But knowing that his father would be watching him was enough to send his stomach into an overdrive. He hated to disappoint his father if he should do him less proud or worse, fail.

His throat felt dry. He needed water. As he got out of his bed to leave his room and into the kitchen, he noticed a lump on his perfectly white couch. It was Sakura. She was sleeping in the fetal position with her mouth slightly opened and her hands clenched into balls of fists. He wondered if she was fighting someone in her dream or something.

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anonymous asked:

Can you PLEASE do a michael one like the luke silent treatment one but FLUFF at the end? I LIVE for the sad fanfics with fluffy endings? Oh and one with michael where his gf and him fight and she has a nightmare that he left? I've been stalking your blog and i LOVE it❤❤❤

Thank you so much! :) Okay, so here’s the first half of this request about the silent treatment one. It’s not quite the same as Luke’s, but I hope you like it <3

Also, I’m back! Finally. I’m sorry if this one is kind of long and if it sucks, but I’m trying to get back into the normal routine of things. This one’s kind of just a fluffy/angsty mess, but here it is anyways! 


You quietly tip toe through the door, your book bag hanging loosely off your shoulder. It’s almost three in the morning, and the house is dark, so you assume your boyfriend, Michael, is already in bed.

You’ve overloaded yourself with courses this semester so every day after class you go straight to the library to do work and you stay there until the librarian kicks you out around 2 AM. You would come home and study, but you know that Michael likes to have the boys around to rehearse and write songs. It would be really difficult for you to concentrate with all the noise.

You kick off your shoes and gently set your book bag down by the door. You head into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water before you head upstairs to bed.

When you round the corner, you see a figure sitting at the kitchen table and you almost scream. You quickly realize that the figure is Michael, though, and let out a relieved sigh.

“Mikey?” You ask, your voice rough and tired. “What are you still doing up? It’s so late.”

He jumps, clearly surprised by your presence, and when he turns around you can see the faint remnants of tears on his cheeks. You immediately walk over to where he’s sitting and place yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, concern evident in your voice.

He’s silent for a few seconds, but then he suddenly pushes you off of his lap and stands up. He seems angry, and so you instinctively take a few steps back.

“Where were you?” He asks, his voice sad yet filled with what sounds like rage.

You furrow your eyebrows together in confusion. “At the library,” you answer slowly. “I texted you and told you I had to study. What’s going on?”

He laughs humorlessly. “You really expect me to believe that you’ve been at the ‘library’ all these nights?” He asks, his fingers making air quotes around the word ‘library’.

You cross your arms over your chest as you begin to get a little irritated with his behavior. “Yes, actually, I do,” you tell him. “Because it’s the truth. I’m sorry that I haven’t been home much but it’s the end of the semester and I’ve got about a million things to study for. What’s your problem?”

“My problem is that my girlfriend is sneaking around behind my back and fucking other guys,” he answers harshly.

You stagger back, his words hitting you like a brick wall. You would never cheat on Michael, and to even have him believe that you would is like having your breath knocked out of you.

“At first,” he continues, “I was stupid enough to believe that you actually were studying at the library all the time. But then, you started coming home later and later, and then this morning, I found a man’s jacket in your laundry, and it isn’t mine.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. He’s being completely ridiculous.

“You can’t even admit it, can you?” he scoffs. “Tell me who it is, (Y/N). You owe me that much.”

“I don’t owe you anything, you dick!” You yell, finally finding your voice. “I would never ever cheat on you. I actually have been at the library all of these nights, for your information. And since you clearly don’t believe me, you can feel free to go ask Mary the librarian. She’s been there every single night watching me study until the wee hours of the morning. And the jacket? I forgot to bring one with me the other night, and Mary didn’t want me to have to walk home without one, so she offered me some random jacket from the library’s lost and found. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, Michael, but I can’t be in this relationship if you honestly think I’d cheat on you. I’m going to sleep in the guest room tonight. I’ll worry about this tomorrow.”

A few tears are falling down your cheeks at this point, but you wipe them away and stomp out of the kitchen. Michael’s face had turned from angry to confused and then finally to guilty during your little speech, and by the time you finished, you could tell he was feeling like complete shit.

“(Y/N)!” He calls after you, his voice a different kind of sad now. “Wait! Please talk to me!”

You jog up the stairs, ignoring him as he tries many times to get you to speak to him. You’re not having it right now, though. You’re tired and cranky and ready for some much-needed sleep.

You walk into your shared bedroom and grab some pajamas out of your dresser before turning to walk back out into the hallway. Michael is using his large frame to block the doorway, though, effectively trapping you in the bedroom.

You don’t make eye contact with him. You don’t want to talk to him right now, and you don’t want to see him. His words just keep running through your head.

How can you be in this relationship if he clearly doesn’t trust you at all?

“(Y/N),” he whispers.

You can tell he’s crying, but you still don’t look up. Instead you just shove him out of the way and walk to the guest room. He could’ve easily dodged your shove and kept you trapped in the bedroom until you spoke to him, but he didn’t.

You slam the guest room door shut and lock it before getting changed into your t-shirt and shorts and climbing into bed. You let more tears fall and you slowly cry yourself to sleep.


The next morning, you wake up to the smell of bacon being fried. You slowly roll over and check the clock to see that it’s already 11 AM. Thankfully, it’s a Saturday so you don’t have any classes to worry about.

You almost feel happy for a moment before you suddenly remember the fight you had with Michael last night. You glance around at the bare guest room and tears start to fall down your face once again. 

You roll out of bed and attempt to clear some of the moisture from your cheeks before you open the door. You cautiously walk into the bedroom, hoping to avoid Michael for as long as possible. Luckily, the coast is clear.

You grab a fresh shirt and a pair of leggings and take them into the bathroom with you where you take a shower and brush your teeth. By the time you’re all finished and dressed, you still look like hell. Your eyes are red and puffy from having shed even more tears in the shower. 

You groan and walk back out into the still-empty bedroom. You slowly make your way downstairs and into the kitchen where the smell of breakfast is originating.

“Hey,” Michael says softly as you walk into the kitchen. 

He seems to be in even worse shape than you, and your heart hurts for him a little. You want to wrap him in your arms and tell him that it’s all going to be okay, but you honestly aren’t sure that it will be. 

You look at the table and see that he’s made eggs and bacon for breakfast. He’s never made you breakfast before.

“I’m sorry if it sucks,” he says, glancing at the food. “I didn’t really know what I was doing.”

Just hearing his voice is threatening to bring on a whole new round of tears, so you quickly turn and run out of the kitchen.

“(Y/N)!” He yells, running after you.

You’ve just reached the front door and you’re about to open it when he finally catches you and grabs your arm. You try to pull out of his grasp, but he doesn’t let go.

“Please,” he whispers, his green eyes staring into yours. “Please don’t leave. Talk to me, (Y/N).”

You shake your head as more tears fall. You let go of the door handle, and he lets go of your arm when he sees that you aren’t going to leave. Almost immediately, you collapse to the floor in a fit of sobs.

You lean your back against the door and pull your knees to your chest as you try to calm yourself down. You’ve put so much time and effort and love into this relationship, and it’s killing you inside that it might end because of something so stupid.

Michael sits on the floor in front of you and places his large hands on your shoulders.

“I’m so sorry,” he says. “God, (Y/N), I’m such a fucking idiot and I don’t deserve you, but please, please let me make this up to you.”

You’re a full-on sobbing mess at this point, and Michael is getting more and more worried. He’s never seen you this upset before.

“I didn’t mean what I said,” he continues, his voice desperate. “I was just insecure and I made up all of these scenarios in my head and convinced myself they were real. I was scared that I was losing you, (Y/N), and I’m so fucking sorry for what I said.”

You sniffle a few times as you finally start to collect yourself. You look up and see that Michael is crying silent tears now as well.

“Sorry can’t fix the fact that you don’t trust me, Michael,” you whisper. “You basically told me that you think I’m some kind of whore that’s just going around fucking guys left and right.”

“I know,” he says, lowering his head in shame. “I know, and I wish more than anything that I could take those words back, but I can’t. I know that I don’t deserve for you to give me another chance, but please, (Y/N). I love you more than anything, and I don’t know what I’d do if I let my stupid insecurities fuck up the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

He immediately shakes his head. “No, no, baby please don’t say that. Don’t say that. Tell me that we can work this out. (Y/N), I need just one chance to fix this, please I-”

“Mikey,” you say, reaching your hand out to wipe away some of his tears. “That’s not what I meant. I’m apologizing for not being here these past few weeks. I’ve been drowning in my classes at school and in between all of the papers and cramming, I forgot to make time for you. There were so many nights where I’d come home and see you fast asleep in our bed and wish that I could just drop out of school and be here with you, but I can’t. I only have one year of college left, and this is something that I really want to do. I understand how hard it is not being together all the time. And I’d be lying if I said there aren’t nights when you’re on tour that I start wondering if you might have found a better girl to be with. But if I ever really thought even for a second that you might be cheating on me, I would’ve talked to you about it instead of blowing up in your face at 3 in the morning.”

Michael sits back and his eyes go wide with surprise. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he tells you. “I know how much college means to you, and I should be supportive. You’re always supporting me and the boys when we’re away and I should be doing the same for you. I’m just a really shit boyfriend sometimes, and I’m so sorry.”

“Let’s just forget this, okay?” You say. “And I’ll try to spend more time at home if you promise to not jump to conclusions anymore. Deal?” 

He nods his head eagerly as a smile stretches across his face. “I’m so lucky to have someone like you, (Y/N).”

You nod, “Mhmm, and don’t you forget it.”

April II (Sehun x OC x Kai)

Chapter 2

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 

Yesterday felt like a dream. As you lay in your new and unfamiliar bed,  you slowly fluttered your eyelashes and fixed your eyes on your white ceiling. You put your hand gently on your aching heart. Don’t cry, be brave. Tears welled in your eyes, but you refused for them to escape and run down your cheeks. You missed your mother and father, but especially your sister. This is reality. You turned your head to check your clock on your cabinet and you were greeted with a big 6:00 am sign.

Taking a deep breath in, you rolled out of bed and chose a white blouse and your favorite pair of light washed jeans. After doing your morning routine, you quietly tip toed downstairs to start making breakfast. Your mother-in-law informed you that Sehun leaves for work everyday at 7:00 am and made sure you fed him before he left. 6:20 am, you still have time.

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anonymous asked:

Jerejean and something cute

i love you 

  • After the darkness of the Nest, Jean refuses to close the blinds. Ever. There is nothing more comforting than waking up with the California sun shining on your back after so many years in the dark 
  • And so Jean wakes up one morning with the golden light spilling onto his bare skin and it’s a gentle reminder that he’s alive he’s alive he’s alive
  • Jeremy always wakes up earlier than Jean does. It’s something about having that “can do attitude” or some other preppy bullshit that Jean can’t stand. While Jean’s in a much better place than he was before, he still isn’t jumping out of bed before sunrise to seize the day
  • The clock on Jean’s beside table reads 9:14 am and just beyond the bedroom door, Jean can hear soft acoustic music filling up their dorm along with the smell of frying bacon.
  • “Of course.” Jean breathes to himself. “It’s Sunday.” The Trojans operate on a six day a week schedule and Sunday is their chosen day of rest. This means Jean and Jeremy have the entire day to relax and bask in each other’s company. 
  • Smiling to himself, Jean slides out of bed with loose sweatpants perched precariously low on his hips. He pads through the small dorm to the kitchen where Jeremy is cooking shirtless. After all these months, the sight of Jeremy’s bare skin is still enough to take Jean’s breath away. 
  • Jeremy beams when he catches sight of the blonde. “Morning,” he beams as he closes the distance between them and shoves a steaming mug of coffee into Jean’s cold hands. Jeremy’s hands circle Jean’s waist, drawing the taller boy into his body. It’s all skin on skin and domestic bliss. 
  • “Morning.” Jean agrees and allows Jeremy to press his lips against the corner of his mouth. Jeremy lets go and Jean takes a seat on the stool closest to the stove. He sips his coffee as he watches the way Jeremy’s back flexes with wonder. He thinks to himself how he could definitely get used to this sight in the morning. 
  • Before long, there’s a plate of eggs, bacon, and fruit being placed in front of the French boy. The pair eat their breakfasts with small talk about their teammates and exy plays that they think they could run tomorrow at practice. 
  • As Jean shoves the last bit of bacon in his mouth, he leans back in contentment and observes the curly haired boy messily eating eggs in front of him. Sure, they’re not perfect and there’s days where Jean wants nothing to do with his preppy optimism and Jean knows that Jeremy’s patience isn’t eternal and he gets annoyed with his constant brooding, but moments like these in their quiet kitchen make Jean realize just how much of a positive influence Jeremy’s had on his life and how he’d be willing to do anything for his cheery boy. 
  • “I love you, too.” Jeremy’s happiness is radiating off his tan skin. Jean’s kind of quiet for a minute, confused. Then he realizes he had verbalized his inner monologue in just three short words. But he lets out a deep breath when he realizes that it’s okay because he does. He loves Jeremy Knox with his whole heart and doesn’t know where he’d be without him in his life.
Neighbors (7/?)

Summary:

Kat is an Avenger and an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and when S.H.I.E.L.D. finds the Winter Soldier in a domesticated life she is sent in to watch over him undercover as his new neighbor.

A/N: Part seven of Neighbors. Sorry it took so long. You can blame Finals for my lack of writing.

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I woke up the next morning draped a bare muscular chest with a thin white sheet covering my naked form.

Lifting my head I look up to see a peaceful resting James still asleep. A smile makes is way to my lips as I snuggle closer to him enjoying the feeling of having him so close.

“Morning,” I hear James’ raspy voice say.

“Good morning,” I say brining my hand up to draw patterns on his exposed abs with my fingers.

“Sleep well,” he asks bringing his warm hand up behind me and lightly running his fingers down my back.

“Very,” I tell him. “Best sleep I’ve had in a long time.”

“That makes two of us,” he says wrapping his arm around me.

We stay like that for a while, neither of us moving or saying a word wanting this moment to last.

Eventually the moment was disturbed when my stomach began to growl.

James laughed and sat up against the headboard. “Someone is hungry,” he chuckled.

“Well someone missed breakfast,” I mutter looking at the clock he had beside his bed.

“I’ll make us something to eat,” he says kissing my temple and moving to get out from under me.

“I thought you said you didn’t know how to cook,” I said sitting up.

James sat on the edge of the bed as he put on a pair of boxers. “I know a little bit,” he says standing up. “How does scrabbled eggs and bacon sound?”

“Perfect,” I smile as he leans down to quickly kiss me. Before he leaves the bedroom I stop him. “Do you have shirt I can wear?” I ask. “Mine is in pieces somewhere in the living room.”

“Well I had to get even for what you did to mine,” he chuckles moving to his dresser and opening a drawer.

“I’m not complaining,” I tell him as he tosses me a shirt that is big enough to reach my thighs. “It wasn’t my favorite shirt anyway.”

He leaves the room and I put on the large shirt before walking to the bathroom.

I splash my face with cool water and stare at my reflection in the mirror.

I knew that I should be feeling bad for what I did, but it didn’t. There were very few things I have ever regretted doing in my life, and last night was not one of them.

I left the bathroom and walked to the kitchen where the smell of food was coming from. I leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen watching James flip the bacon in a pan. The morning sun shone through the window making his metal arm gleam bright when the sun’s rays hit it. His back was to me when I walked up behind him, wrapped my arms around his waist, and pressed a kiss to his naked back.

“That smells amazing,” I say releasing him and moving to lean on the counter next to the stove.

“Let’s wait until you taste it before you judge my cooking. I can’t promise it is anything like yours,” he laughs

“Well no one is a better cook than I am, so I’m just hoping it is edible,” I laugh before jumping up to sit on the counter.

James places the tongs he had in his hand down on the counter and moves to stand between my legs. His hands rest on the counter on either side of me as he leans to run his nose down my neck before placing a kiss on my skin.

“James,” I say as he places more kisses around my throat.

“Mmm,” he mutters his lips never leaving my skin.

“James wait,” I tell him pushing back on his shoulders to look him in the eyes.

“What’s wrong,” he asks concerned. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” I sigh. “You have done nothing wrong,” I tell him. I was the one who had done something wrong, but he didn’t need to know about it yet. “I just think this can wait until there is no risk of our food burning.”

He chuckles before pecking my lips and moving to finish making breakfast.

The remainder of the morning was spent in a similar fashion. After we finished eating I helped him clean up and we would steal quick kisses from each other the entire time.

Eventually I had to leave. I told him it was because I had some errands to do, but I would be back later.  

I found my jeans in the hallway and put them on before I found my shoes in the living room.

Once I was in my apartment I quickly moved to the bathroom and took a much needed hot shower.

As the hot water sprayed on my tense back muscles I tried not to think about the mess I had just created. Breaking the rules was not something I had never done before. I usually used them as a guideline to know what is frowned upon, and decide if the risk of breaking it was worth it.

Fury, I could handle. S.H.I.E.L.D, I could handle. Natasha, I could probably handle. There were only two people I was worried about, and they were both super soldiers.

When Steve finds out Fury knew where Bucky was this entire time I knew he would get mad. When he finds out I knew too and what my mission this entire time was he will be furious.

James was another matter. I had no idea what his reaction to finding out who I was would be. Not only had I lied to him about myself, I had taken advantage of his trust.  

The water began to run cold before I stepped out of the shower. Once I dried off and changed into clean clothes I went into the living room. I sat on the couch hugging my legs to my chest staring at the two phones sitting on the coffee table. One would end everything going on and the other would complicate things more.

Before I could decide one of the phones started ringing. I let it ring a few times not knowing if I wanted to answer, but eventually pickup the phone and placed to my ear.

“Hello,” I said.

“Kat we need to talk,” Steve’s voice came through quite and stressed.

“What’s wrong,” I asked concerned.

“I’m sorry I know you’re on a mission, but is there any chance you could meet me at Sam’s safe house in the city,” he asked.

“Steve tell me what’s wrong,” I say worried. “For you to call me out of a mission like this it must be big.”

“Can you meet me at the safe house?”

I considered my options. I could stay here and get nowhere with figuring out my situation with James, or I could get out and distract myself before coming back and deciding things a clearer head.

“I’ll be there in an hour,” I tell him before hanging up.

Sam’s safe house wasn’t to far away from where I was. Only three people knew about it, Sam, Steve, and I. When Steve had decided he was going after Bucky he asked me to help him along with Sam. We decided that if anything ever happened to any of us this would be where we would meet.

It wasn’t a safe house as much as it was an apartment over an old warehouse. It was in the more sparse side of the city, nothing, and no one around to see us.

The door creaked as I pushed it open into the darkly lit space. The only light was coming from an open doorway at the end of a long hallway. The closer I got to the end of the hall I could hear talking. I could clearly make out the two voices as Steve’s and Sam’s once I was close enough.

“I hope it wasn’t too much trouble getting here,” Steve said as I walked in through the door. He was sitting at a table with several folders laid out in front of him while Sam leaned against the wall by a window.

“No,” I said walking over to him. “Steve why am I here?”

“It’s about Fury,” he says. “I think he knows something about Bucky.”

I begin to panic. Without letting them know what was thinking I act confused.

“What makes you think that,” I ask him.

“Because of this,” he says handing me the files that were in front of him.

They were all the bad leads Fury had given him.

“Fishy right,” Sam speaks up. “How is it that a spy organization is unable to find one man, and any information that is given to us is bad?”

“I don’t know,” I tell him. “You have to remember Bucky was a ghost story for a long time, he knows how to stay hidden.”

“But he was being kept by Hydra,” Steve said. “They where the ones hiding him.”

“And now that Hydra is no longer a secret how hard can it be to find one man,” Sam said.

“What exactly do you think Fury is hiding,” I ask them.

“We think he knows where Bucky is,” Steve said.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” I say. “If Fury knew where Bucky was why isn’t he doing anything about it.”

“I think that he is doing something about it,” Steve told me. “And for some reason he doesn’t want us knowing.”

“What do you think he is planning then,” I ask.

“Best case scenario, he has an eye on Bucky to see if he is still with Hydra,” Steve says. “Worse case scenario, he kills him.”

I look at him shocked. “I don’t think Fury would do that,” I tell him.

“You never know,” Sam says. “The guy did try to kill him, twice.”

“But he was under Hydras control,” I say.

“How do we know he still isn’t,” Steve says angrily. “We have had nothing but bad leads on him every time Fury tell us things, we know nothing about him.”

I stay quite. I knew that if I said anything I would let out that what they were saying was true. Fury did know about Bucky. Fury was giving them bad information. Fury did have an eye on Bucky. I knew about Bucky. I knew about the bad leads. I was the eye on Bucky.

“He was your friend,” I plea. “You have to trust that he wouldn’t go back to Hydra.”

They are both quite for some time. Neither of them turned to look at me.

I sigh before speaking again. “What do you plan to do?”

“We will do this ourselves now,” Steve said. “No more taking information from Fury.”

“And your first step is what?”

“We use the bad information from Fury to eliminate the places he isn’t and narrow down where we haven’t checked,” Sam says pulling out a map and setting it on the table.

A lot of the city had been marked off in red and there was some left untouched.

“The red is where we have been to and know there is nothing there,” Sam said pointing to the places in red. “The rest is where we will be looking.”

I looked over the map and one particular place that was left unmarked caught my eye. “He’s not there,” I tell them pointing to the neighborhood without any red.

“How do you know,” Steve asks looking at the map.

“Because that is where I am right now for my mission,” I tell him. “I know everything about that neighborhood, he isn’t there.”

Steve looks up at me ready to say something, but instead he pulls out a red marker and crosses out the neighborhood I told him about.

“What are you going to do about Fury,” I ask.

“For now, nothing,” Steve says. “I just hope we can find Bucky before Fury does anything.”

Part 8

Allies and Demons (Sam x Reader) Pt. 1

AN: This is a series I based off Sam and the demon blood and Ruby during earlier seasons. This is how it would play out to me if I had a chance to write it with another character involved. I apologize if there are a few plot inaccuries. I haven’t seen the episode in a while and this is how I think it should go.

  Enjoy!  

~Lauren 

Imagine being a close friend/ally to the Winchesters, and having feelings for Sam. However, your relationship with him is tested when Dean calls you for help to deal with Sam’s addiction and Ruby.

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