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If I Could Fly

Bucky x Reader

REQUEST: reader is a mutant w wings, also combined some other prompts/requests

Warnings: angst, violence, fluff, mostly platonic but you can probably guess what happens next

Word Count: 1.2k+


Originally posted by gliceria

They watched in horror from the shadows.

They had gotten an anonymous tip that there was a group of people auctioning off and show casing mutants–scratch that, humans. Innocent human beings were being sold for profit for something that they were born with. These humans were being forced to fight each other.

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Love, it's a burning thing

(A/N): heart 

Request: Do you think you could write a Bucky x Reader where she leaves him one day with no explanation and he has no way to find her, thinks he screwed up somewhere but in reality she left because she’s dying and didn’t want to burden him please ? 

Warnings: angst, death 

Originally posted by buckybass

  Bucky loved (Y/N) more than anything on the face of the earth, more than candy, more than warm showers, more than being free from Hydra. He loved them with his entire soul and heart, something he had never ever done, he was taking a chance with (Y/N), he was finally starting to open up, finally starting love again. 

  After so many years of being abused by hydra it was hard for him to get close to someone but (Y/N) was different. (Y/N) made him feel safe, made him feel like he could open up, they were the only person who could ever do that. And even though (Y/N) still had their share fair of problems they didn’t ever want to push their problems on Bucky, it was always about him, no matter the circumstance. 

  (Y/N) was always extremely sick, to the point they could barely go outside without having an allergic reaction to something but they never let that keep them down. They were a genius, smarter than tony and Bruce really, and they had found ways to make their life as almost manageable as the normal, average human. They carried around a small machine in their wrist, a chip really. It monitored everything going on within their body and somehow- by some form of science- it was also able to keep them alive, to fend of any diseases (Y/N)’s body could throw their way. (Y/N) could go outside, smell the air, run around Central Park with Bucky, they could eat Nat’s spicy food without their throat closing up, they could train without dropping dead. They were a perfectly oiled machine, a very beautiful, well oiled machine…or so Bucky had thought. 

  For the last few weeks (Y/N) had been distant, they were barely speaking to Bucky, they didn’t eat nor sleep, they didn’t touch him, they didn’t look at him, it was as though he didn’t even exist. Had he done something wrong? Bucky thought as he picked at his dinner, some leftover pasta from Nat a few days ago. Was (Y/N) okay? Had something happened?

   "Bucky,“ (Y/N)’s head perks up as they address the soldier quietly. Bucky looks up from his food, his eyes wide in surprise. Well, at least they were talking to him now.

   "Yeah?” Bucky asks as he grabs a napkin, wiping at the corners of his mouth gently. 

  “Can we go for a walk together? Maybe go grab a coffee or something?” Bucky nodded and smiled as he took (Y/N)’s hand, guiding them up out of their chair and to the door.

   It may have been his imagination but Bucky could have sworn (Y/N) was a little slower than usual, a little more tired to say the least. It should have been concerning but (Y/N) could handle themself, Bucky knew that. So with a beaming smile Bucky takes (Y/N)’s hand again and guides them out into the busy streets of New York.

   The two were parked at some sorry bench in the park, silently sipping away at their drinks as they watched the sun slowly disappear behind all the skyscrapers. Bucky had his arm wrapped around (Y/N) tightly, keeping their body as close as physically possible. 

  Even in the dim lighting he realized something- just how sickly and sad (Y/N) looked. Their cheeks were much sharper, their skin paler, their eyes much more sunken. They were slowly starting to look like what they did before they had created their little chip. 

  “Hey (Y/N),” Bucky sets his empty cup on the ground to instead tuck a strand of hair behind (Y/N)’s ear. “Are you feeling okay?” (Y/N) sighs a bit, nodding as they rest their head on Bucky’s shoulder. 

  “Yeah, just a bit tired is all, too much training," 

  "Well then, lets get you home and in bed then, yeah?" 

  "Will you sleep with me?” (Y/N) asks almost hopefully, desperately. Bucky nods, his brows furrowed in confusion. 

  “Of course doll…I sleep with you everynight, don’t I?” (Y/N) nods, sighing once again. 

  “Yeah- sorry, I’m just feeling a little out of it right now,”

   "C'mon,“ Bucky stands up, hauling (Y/N) with him. "Lets get home and get in bed then, yeah?” (Y/N) nods as they once again take Bucky’s hand, letting him guide them back home. 

 Once at home, Bucky helped (Y/N) out of their clothes and into something much more comfortable, or at least he tried to. That’s all he had been trying to do; one minute he was trying to take (Y/N)’s shirt off and suddenly in the next moment (Y/N) was all over him, hands groping places that hasn’t been touched in what felt like forever. 

  “Bucky, I want you,” (Y/N) whispered as they palmed him through his jeans, completely taking the supersoldier by surprise. It was so sudden, so sudden that it was almost suspicious. 

  “(Y/N),” Bucky reluctantly pushed them away, gripping their shoulders and looking into their eyes. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” (Y/N) frowned a bit as they looked at Bucky, not quite giving up on their mission just yet.

   "I need you Bucky, please-“ 

  ”(Y/N), something’s seriously wrong, you never act like this-“ 


  "No,” Bucky shakes his head, pursing his lips as he does. “We’re not having sex until you feel better, okay?” (Y/N) sighs a bit before they nod, their head lowered in disappointment and remorse. “I’ll still lay with you if that’s any consolation,” Bucky smiles as he reaches out, cupping (Y/N)’s cheeks in his hands. (Y/N) nods softly, a slight smile to their features. “Then get that cute little booty in bed,” Bucky gives their ass a little pinch making them squeal as the walk towards the bed. Bucky chuckles as he takes a seat beside them, smirking in satisfaction. 

  Immediately (Y/N) snuggled down into the covers with Bucky following not to far behind. (Y/N) turned on their side, nuzzling their face into Bucky’s neck. Bucky smiles as he pulls a blanket up and around them, making sure they stayed warm for the night. 

  “I love you Bucky,” (Y/N) whispered sleepily, already half passed as they spoke. “Love you so much,” Bucky smiled as he pressed a kiss to their temple. 

  “I love you too (Y/N), more than you’ll ever know,” Bucky gently tucked a strand of hair behind their ear, his fingers gently racing over the cartilage as down to softest part of the ear. “Now get some sleep you nerd, you need it,” (Y/N) smiles, perhaps a bit sadly if Bucky thought about it. 

  “Goodnight Bucky,” (Y/N) tilts their head up, slowly pressing their lips to Bucky’s.

   Had Bucky known that’d be the last time (Y/N) kissed him he’d never let them go. He’d hold them in his arms and kiss them until they stayed but unfortunately that was not the case when Bucky woke up that following morning. There was no (Y/N) beside him, no smell of breakfast, and no one in the bathroom. Bucky looked around him confusion, eyes scrunched together and nose crinkled. He stepped out into the hallway, placing a hesitant foot on the tile. 

  “(Y/N) are you here?” Bucky asked to the nothingness and surprise surprise there was no answer. Bucky crept out into the hall, looking both ways before entering the kitchen. Usually (Y/N) would have some food laying it for him but today there wasn’t. Instead in it’s place there was a note, a very long note. Bucky picked up the note, his eyes already scanning over the text as he did. 

     "My dearest Bucky, You’ve given me more than I could ever ask for, you gave me love and acceptance, you gave new meaning to life. Without you I don’t know where I’d be, dead with a hole through my skull honestly. My life was so miserable without you but with you it was so much better, you made every thing alright, I wish I could have done the same. If you’re reading this then this means I’m dead- or dying- take your pic. My immune system is too weak to carry on, the chip has stopped working, i’m sorry to say this but there’s no coming back for me this time. This is it Bucky, the end of the line. I’ve been so distant lately because of this, I thought that maybe if I distanced myself from you it would make my death easier but I was wrong. I couldn’t stand to be alive without you, it was too hard. You’ve been the best goddamn man anyone could ever ask for Barnes and I only hope that someone else in this world is lucky enough to have you. There are so many things I wish I could tell you, I wish I had more time to convince you that you’re beautiful but I don’t, you’ll be waking up soon and if I don’t get going then I never will. I also wanted to thank you for the amazing last day. I hope you have an amazing life my love. Your dearest (Y/N),“ 

  Bucky stared at the paper in shock, his lips parted, eyes wide. There was no way (Y/N) was…Bucky had just taken them outside and they had been fine, there was no way (Y/N) was going to die but even Bucky knew that he was wishfully thinking. (Y/N) was gone, (Y/N) was dead and gone.


Request: Can you do one where Daryl x reader get into a big fight, and reader goes on a risky run to piss Daryl off and Daryl chases after her and the group she goes with and sees her get blindsided by a zombie and gets bit? You haven’t had a reader die yet. Maybe this can be a first? 

Song: I Found by Amber Run

A/N: I promise that the others will be up this week! Enjoy!!

     “Fuck you, Daryl,” you growled through gritted teeth, anger radiating from your body. Your eyes were full of flames, daring him to say another word and jump into that fire of yours.

     “Y/N, you’re too goddamn stubborn! Why do you have to be such a bitch?” Daryl yelled, not bothering to obscure his voice from the group within the prison. “You’re too weak to be goin’ on a damn run. You’re stayin’ and that’s final.”

     You let a scoff escape your throat. Just because you had a few cuts, you couldn’t leave? How wrong he was. “I’ll go if I fucking want to. You have no authority over me! You’re my boyfriend, not my father.” As you spit out those words, you walked out of the cell, not bothering to hear anything else. 

     Wordlessly, you grabbed your knives and joined the group of Glenn, Michonne, some of the new people and Rick by the cars. You could feel their stares on you, curious as to what you and your boyfriend were screaming about but you kept your eyes straight ahead. 

     The run was risky. Your group had scouted the grocery store, seeing that it hadn’t been looted yet. The need for basic things like soap and extra food outweighed the dangers of anything that awaited you.

     Your mind kept drifting back to your’s and Daryl’s fight. It was one of the few times large amounts of anger were aimed at you. You loved him so unbelievably much, it hurt to think of being with anyone else, even if you did fight. The fight had started because he cared about your wellbeing, too much sometimes, if you admitted it. It hurt that he called you weak, but you knew that he was on the defense, ready to break down every emotional stability that stood inside you. And today, he made them topple over. Tears pricked at your eyes as you attempted to steer your mind from the fight. 

     It wasn’t long before you were met with the large structure of the store. The cars halted and everyone started to retreat from them. It was go time.

     Daryl knew that he was out of line. He knew that you were very capable of handling yourself. But that didn’t stop his strong urges to protect you from every danger that was outside the fence. He would wrap himself around you like a blanket, if it meant you would be safe from every sorrow, every threat, every walker. 

     After pacing in your shared cell, his love for you drew him to his bike, set on finding his girl, safe and sound. 

     The ride was excruciating, his worry swelling every time he thought about you getting harmed. You were his absolute everything. He relied on you, you saved him in so many ways. Daryl felt like your love could heal his broken down self as soon as your eyes met.

      As soon as he arrived, he shut off his engine and sprinted to the building. He could hear the stabbing of the walkers, the blood splattering on the ground. He saw the group fighting for their lives, all surrounded by the undead, killing them one at a time. 

      And then he saw you.

     You were alone, fighting off the walkers, lodging your knife into their skulls. But what you couldn’t see was that a walker had crept up behind you.

     Daryl felt himself scream your name, he could feel himself running towards you, stabbing every walker in the way. 

     In all his years, Daryl had been abused, had seen the worst things, had to kill his own brother. But absolutely nothing could have prepared him for that moment. A walker sank it’s teeth into your shoulder as you took down the last walker. A scream fell from your lips as Daryl killed the creature that bit the only reason he was alive.  He saw you fall to the ground and caught you in his arms before you had a chance to hit the floor.

     Tears were pouring from his eyes as he cradled you close to him. 

     “We can amputate your arm,” he said shakily, “you’ll be fine, you’ll be okay. You’re not gonna die on-”

     “Daryl.” You said the word so softly, he almost didn’t hear it. Your beautiful eyes were swimming in saltwater. “Daryl, I’m going to die.”

 Daryl shook his head, about to refuse when you continued speaking. “Please let me go,” you sobbed, “I need you to move on and live for me. You were the best thing I’ve ever had in my life, thank you.” Tears were falling steadily from the eyes of both the hunter and his dying girlfriend. Daryl was sobbing, cries of pure sorrow escaped his unsteady body. He couldn’t lose you, not after all he’d been through.

     “I love you, Daryl Dixon,” you whispered. A last exhale left your body and you fell limp in his arms.

     “Y/N,” Daryl cried, “No, no, no! Wake up! Please just come back.” He sobbed out the last words quietly, clutching your body against his beating heart. Daryl felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest. The light of his life, his Y/N, was dead, gone. Memories of you and him flashed through his mind, not leaving one untouched as saltwater fell from his eyes like rivers. You couldn’t be dead, this was just another nightmare. He’d wake up to you sleeping peacefully in his arms, a light sigh escaping you as your eyes began to flutter. He’d wake up and you’d be there to kiss him and mumble a good morning. He’d wake up and you’d be alive.

     But deep down, he knew that he’d never see you again. He’d never kiss you again. He’d never see your smile again. He’d never be happy again. Anything good in his life faded in that moment. His joy left with that last breath of air you took. He knew that nothing would ever be the same.

     Tremors ran through his body and sorrow fell from his eyes to his cheek as he whispered, “I love you too, Y/N.”

We’re Not Too Far Gone

Characters: Teen!Dean x Teen!Reader (will be), Rick, Daryl, Carl, Glenn, Hershel


Warnings: language, zombies, violence?

A/N: Yay!! Part 1 of the crossover is finally here!! Okay, so this first part is basically like a overview/introduction, so bear with me! If you watch the show this part is kinda based off 3x16 of TWD! I hope y’all enjoy and I’m excited to be writing this! Feedback is appreciated! Also, we’re going to say that Lori was not the readers real mom, but Rick remarried to Lori when Y/N was little, so she is basically like a mom to Y/N! (we’ll say that the readers biological mom passed away)

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It has been almost a year since the world went to shit. Our group has been through hell. We’ve lost people, some closer than others, and we’ve gained people. We have bounced from place to place, until we found a farm and we were grateful that the people living their took us in, under a few conditions. Sooner rather than later, we had to leave when a huge herd of walkers were taking over the farm and we didn’t have enough guns to take it back, so we were forced to leave. After a couple of months on the road, we finally found a secure location. We found a prison. We took it over within a couple hours and finally caught a break. Or so we thought.

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Prompt: the reader dies protecting Allison and visits the pack a few months later as a ghost

Note: I had to wait and write this during the day because I am a very big chicken lol but this was hella fun to write

Warnings: it starts off really sad because the reader dies and then becomes a ghost. Ghosts freak me out so I figured I’d make this known in case anyone else gets freaked by them too.

Dying didn’t hurt all that much. If anything, it was peaceful. I was able to relax, knowing that Allison was okay. She was my best friend. She was practically my sister. I wouldn’t have wanted to die any other way than saving her life. I strongly believed that she deserved a happy ending. A sword through the stomach didn’t really sound all that happy, and I doubted that it would be featured in a Disney Princess film.

           There wasn’t much that I remembered because everything seemed incredibly out of focus. The edges of my vision were blurred, and I couldn’t pin-point where exactly all the yelling was coming from. It was an overwhelming crescendo that was somehow muffled at the same time.

           Allison’s sweet face appeared before my eyes, tears trailing down her cheeks. I found myself laughing. “Your mascara is going to run, dork.” I coughed. Her lips pulled up into a wide smile, but her chin still shook, and suddenly they parted to let out a cry.

           “Why did you do that?” She sobbed. Scott knelt beside her, and Isaac placed a hand on his shoulder. Kira hovered with a heart-broken expression. I didn’t know where Lydia and Stiles were, but I just hoped that they were safe because now there wasn’t anything I could do for them.

           “Because you’re my sister.” I told her, spitting blood on the ground. “And nobody hurts my sister.” One of Allison’s hands cupped her mouth, and she leaned heavily against Scott. “It’s okay; you’re going to be okay. Please don’t cry. You’re safe. You’re fine. It’s going to be okay.” I tried my hardest to appease her.

           Isaac sank to his knees. “No, it’s not.” He whispered hoarsely. “Y/N, you’re… you’re dying.”

           I gave him a smile. “I’m not scared.” Then I coughed and blood drippled down my chin. Definitely wasn’t helping the situation. “I’m going to be okay. I can’t even feel it.”

           Kira was suddenly sitting, trying to examine the wound. “Do you think… maybe if we put pressure on it… we can call Ms. McCall and Sheriff Stilinski…”

           Scott gasped, “I don’t think they’ll get here fast enough.”

           “The bite. Scott, we can give her the bite.” Isaac’s blue eyes danced nervously from my weak form to Scott’s tear-stained face.

           “Isaac, no. It’s okay.” Using all my strength, I brought my hand up to touch his arm.

           “No.” He argued, lower lip trembling.

           “It’ll be fine, I promise. You’re strong; you’re all strong. You guys can get through this. You’ll never be alone. I’ll always watch over you.”


Months passed. I watched as Isaac moved to Europe. Allison ended up visiting him quite often, so Mr. Argent decided to move there. Scott and Kira’s relationship progressed, although their hands were full with the whole dead pool drama. When you factor in the new Beta, Liam, Scott was constantly on his toes. He and Stiles didn’t spend as much time together as they used to. In fact, Stiles and Lydia had become very close friends. Lydia even helped Stiles ask Malia out. It was nice to see that my friends were safe and happy- for the most part.

           It was around the fifth month that I began to worry.

           Allison started to have nightmares. Vivid, gripping nightmares that left her gasping for breath and screaming. Isaac would run into her room and shake her awake. It would take hours to calm her down. I had never seen my best friend so broken. I couldn’t just sit by and let it keep happening. So one night, when she had started to whimper in her sleep, I called out to her.

           “Hey, sis, wake up. It’s just a bad dream. You’re alright. Allison, wake up!”

           She shot up in her bed, shaking, clutching the comforter to her chest. Allison sucked in several deep breaths. She shook her head and ran her fingers through her dark hair. Through night’s cover of the room, I could see tears on her face and the silver chain around her neck. It was one of my old necklaces. My parents had given it to her at my funeral.

           “You good?” I made the mistake of asking. Allison jumped, eyes wide as she stared at me. She was about to let out a scream, but I held my hands up. “Hey! You’re going to wake Isaac up! He needs his sleep; he’s got a test tomorrow, you know.”

           Allison turned her head, still eyeing me with suspicion as she crawled out of bed. She came around the side to stand directly across from me. “You’re…”

           “A ghost. I told you guys that I was going to be watching over you. Did you think I was lying, silly?” I smiled. It was so nice to be able to talk to her again. You know, despite her being completely and totally freaked out.

           “You’re a ghost. You’re here. Y/N, you’re a ghost.” She breathed. Then she lunged at me… and fell right to the floor.

           I couldn’t help but laugh at her sleepy stupor. “Yeah, I probably should’ve mentioned… I’m kind of transparent now… well, I mean, you can see me but you can also go through me. Would ‘transparent’ be the right word for it? I feel like there’s another word.”

           Allison managed a grin. “I’m so glad you’re back.”


I watched as Isaac shook his head firmly. “No, there’s no way. I’m sorry, Allison, but you were dreaming. Y/N is dead. She’s… gone.” He gulped. “And making up stories like this is just down-right cruel.”

           “But I’m not making it up!” Allison insisted. “Last night, I was starting to have a nightmare. I heard someone calling my name, and so I woke up. I looked around and she was there. I saw her.”

           Isaac slammed the carton of orange juice on the counter. “It’s not possible.”

           Alright, that was enough. Sometimes it was entertaining to watch Allison and Isaac fight like a married couple- mainly because I shipped them so much- but now it was starting to grate on my nerves. I shivered, and then I knew I was visible when Allison jumped, mouth dropping open. Isaac gave her a weird look before turning around, his nose going right through mine.

           “Boo.” I said, giggling as he stumbled back. “What were you saying, Isaac? That it wasn’t possible? Did you think Allison was crazy?”

           He grasped the side of the counter in one of his large hands, searching for support. “How long have you been there?” Isaac asked, breathing hard.

           I rolled my eyes. “I’ve been here the whole time. Like, not just now, but everything before, too. Damn, you guys don’t take my promises very seriously, do you?”


Isaac took it upon himself to call Scott immediately after my surprise-appearance at breakfast to tell him the news. It was pretty obvious that Scott didn’t believe him, so I decided a little trip back over to the U.S. was in order.

           Scott was in his room. Stiles had spent the night, and was currently staring at his sleeping bag in confusion. Isaac was on speaker phone, and was very adamant. “It was Y/N, I swear. She came to see Allison last night, and then she popped up over my shoulder this morning. You’ve got to believe me.”

           Sighing, Scott ran his fingers through his hair. “Isaac, how much sleep did you get last night?” He asked. His tone was rather bored. I’ll admit, I was a little offended.

           Isaac scoffed. “You don’t believe me.”

           “I want to believe you, Isaac. But ghosts aren’t real.”

           Stiles looked up at Scott with squinted eyes. “Why not?”

           “What?” The two werewolves asked in unison.

           “We’ve been through this before, Scott, but I guess I’ll go through it again. You’re a freaking werewolf. Your eyes become stop lights to anyone messing with your pack of werewolves, a were-coyote, a banshee, and a kitsune. We have fought a Darach, took on a pack of other Alpha werewolves, and activated a Nemetan. A few months ago, I was possessed by a freaky Japanese spirit that made a duplicate of my body. After all of that, you’re telling me that you refuse to believe ghosts could be real? Are you stupid?”

           It was quiet for a moment. Then, Isaac muttered. “He’s right, you know. Thanks, Stiles.” Even though Isaac couldn’t see him, Stiles beamed and nodded. I snorted. Apparently he could hear me because he practically jumped a foot.

           “Scott, tell me you heard that. Tell me you heard that with your wacky werewolf hearing. You heard that, right? I’m not going crazy?” Stiles sputtered, suddenly examining his hands. Scott was frozen on the bed, eyes darting across his room.

           I was merciful, choosing not to hold them in suspense any longer. “Hello boys.” I drawled out, making myself known from my perch on the edge of Scott’s desk.

           Stiles ogled me with huge eyes before pumping his fist in the air. “Knew it! Told you, Scott.”          

Bad Company (Triggers)

Quick Info - I’m not going to lie. This fic is pretty messed up…
Word Count - 2280
Warnings TRIGGERS!!!!! -
Angst, violence, murder, torture, use of word slut/whore, language, suicide….this one got away from me. Completely.

A few challenges were covered here…

@mamaredd123 and @atc74 300 followers celebration challenge. My prompts were-Situation-the main character sends an important letter, emotion hate, and the song Bad Company.
@frenchybell celebrated 500 followers and I got a gif (Included further down in story) and the prompt “Don’t be a little bitch”
@inmysparetime0 is celebrating 300 followers and having a murder challenge.

If I missed anything, let me know.

Not beta’d but read over and approved by my Nini (Go get your own!) @thegreatficmaster


Bad Company

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You walked down the street, a basket of fresh red apples and green grapes hanging from your arm. Your skirts swished as you treated carefully over the cobblestones, your eyes traveling over the bay of New York. You passed some red coats, quickening you step and ignoring them when you heard a whistle behind you. You picked up your pace even more, before cringing as you felt a hand land on your bicep, stopping your movement.

“Miss, what do you say you join me back at the home we’re staying at.” You struggled in his grip, frantically trying to pry his fingers from their grip.

“I’m rather afraid I am uninterested.” He snorted and you jerked your arm away, but it wasn’t any use. His hand stayed firmly wrapped around your arm.

“C’mon, you know it’s what you want.” You growled, shaking your head, fear bubbling up in your chest as another wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest as you squirmed frantically.

“I pay well, miss~” and with that, you slapped him across the face. He jerked away in surprise and you snarled at him.

“How DARE you! I am a married woman, and my husband Alexander will kick your ass!” With that, the red coats regarded you curiously, the pushy one still outraged.

“Hamilton?” Your eyes went wide as they spoke his name and you realized you had made a mistake. Instantly your arms were seized and you cried out trying to kick your way away from the men dragging you somewhere, probably not to give you some free food or anything remotely nice. You cried out for help, and while you recieved concerned or sympathetic looks, no one came to your aid as you were then hit across the head and dragged off, your feet and skirts dragging across the stones below you.

Alexander smiled as he laughed with his friends, but he was excited to see you. They had been given a brief vacation, and he planned on spending it with you. As his friends walked to the pub, he pushed open the door of the home you shared together and smiling happily. He was delighted to see you, and he could imagine your face when he arrived home, a surprise. “Darling! I’m home!” He smiled, waiting for a response, his smile waning as he heard nothing. He began moving from room to room, his pace picking up with each empty room, the furniture dusty, the bed untouched. He sprinted from the house, bursting into the pub, frantic.

“Alexander? Mon amie, are you alright?” Alexander panted, placing his hands on his friend’s shoulder.

“She’s gone.” The Laurens and Hercules exchanged looks, coming closer to Alexander. You had been friends with their group before you had married or even began courting Alexander, it was only natural they would be worried. It couldn’t be you, he couldn’t be talking about you…

“Who? Alexander, who’s gone.” He moved back, catching their eyes, his own filled with panic. Had she left him? Was she gone? Was she hurt, was she gone, was she dead?

“Y/N. She’s gone, she hasn’t been home in ages.” The group exchanged glances before bursting out of the pub, each man heading a separate direction to track down Y/N.

They gathered in front of the building, only Laurens missing. The three men exchanged morose looks, Alexander franticly running his hand through his hair. “She didn’t leave me, oh my god she totally left me, I love her, I thought she loved me, why would she-”

“Alexander!” Laurens came sprinting over, red in the face and obviously angry. “A woman said she say her being taken by british guards!” A hush fell over the group, all of their faces going livid. Alexander however…he had never been this mad in his life, it was terrifying. He wasn’t about to lose someone else he loved, especially not to some red coats. The group looked around before nodding to each other, the four setting off towards their camp to speak to George Washington.

You groaned in pain, spitting out blood as the crack of a hand across your face left a mark. Your only scowled up at the men in front of you, refusing to open your mouth. They assumed you had been privy to the general’s plans through Alexander, but of course he hadn’t mentioned military movements to his wife who wasn’t fighting in the war, why would he? Glaring angrily, you felt his boot collide with your ribs and hissed in pain, feeling something crack within you.

Suddenly there were shouts and bullets firing outside, and you groaned in pain, allowing your head to collapse to your chest as you breathed out, the world growing dark from the apion you were enduring.

Lafayette burst into the tent, finding you tied in the chair. He quickly cut you free, picking you up and exciting at top speed, heading towards where the rest of the troops waited with Hercules and Laurens. He had no doubt in his mind that Alexander was currently arguing to come get you with them. He softly handed you to Hercules, jumping into his saddle and taking you back gently, before riding wit breakneck speed towards the camp to deliver you to your husband.

Alexander was pacing in his tent, anxious and nervous. General Washington had refused to allow him to go but sent out LAfayette, Mulligan, and Laurens to gain you back along with a small troop of men. When he heard galloping, he burst outside, seeing you passed out in Lafayette’s arms. Instantly he raced forward, removing you from the french man’s grasp and holding you close to him while he cried tears of relief, pressing you close to his body as he peppered you face in kisses.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you’re safe, you’re safe now, I’m going to protect you, I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”


Wanda: My brother I dead he’s gone.
Y/N: I get that, I do, but it’s been 3 months. And you have barely talked to be or given me any attention at all.
Wanda: well I don’t understand what you want me to do.
Y/N: I want you to stop shutting me out, I want you to talk to me, tell me how your feelings. I want us to be like we used to. Because what we have now is not a relationship. It’s me waiting around and wasting time trying to help you when you won’t let me.
Wanda: well maybe the relationship is dead.
Y/N: so what are you saying you want to breakup?
Wanda: maybe that’s what’s best for right now.
Y/N: fine but if we breakup now it’s for good. I’m not going to wait around for you until you decide you want to be in a relationship again and act like a girlfriend.
Wanda: Ok, that’s fair. I can’t ask you to wait.
Y/N: so that’s it, just like that were done. Fine. Goodbye Wanda.

Gone(Shawn Mendes)

Requested by saralovesshawn


Originally posted by justinismydad

The police men leave Shawn to his thoughts, having just told him the worst news in the world. His love was dead, Y/N was gone. “I’m so sorry, honey,” His mother hugs him tightly, but he doesn’t even lift his arms. 

“It will all get better in time, son.” His father said, patting his shoulder as his mother pulled away. 

“I was gonna ask her to marry me.” Shawn says, surprising both his parents. 

“What?” His mother, gasps.

“I bought the ring,” He takes the box from his pocket. “I was gonna ask her when I picked her up, but-” He freezes, a sob choking out. He was back in his mother’s arms in a moment. “I love her so much,” He says into her shoulder, “We were gonna get married, and have kids, and a future together.” He sobs grow louder. 

“I’m so sorry, honey.” 

The funeral was the worst part. Shawn was crying through the whole thing, standing alongside your parents who were full on sobbing at the loss of their child. “Now its time for, Shawn, Y/N’s boyfriend, to say a few words.” 

He slowly walks toward the stand, and lets out a shaky breath. “Y/N is the love of my life,” is the first thing he says. “I was gonna ask Y/N to marry. Y/N was flying in to see me and,” He wipes a few tears. “Y/N was a beautiful person, a supporter to everyone, a lover, and a teacher. Y/N has taught me more than any of my teachers: I learned that life isn’t a game, its all one thing after another and there is no time to waste. Once the moments over, its over and there’s no going back. Life doesn’t slow down for anyone, it just keeps on moving. Y/N taught me to take a breath, to realize the importance and specialty of every moment. 

“Y/N will always be the love of my life, no matter what that will never change. We all deserve a Y/N in our lives, but no one will ever replace her because Y/N was one of a kind. We’ll always remember.” 

Shawn takes the ring from his pocket, walking over to the lying body of his love. Part of the body was burned from the plane crash, but Shawn still thought Y/N looked amazing. He slid the ring onto her finger, kissing his fingers, and presses his fingers to Y/N’s forehead. 

As he watched the rest of the funeral, he kept on twisting his own ring, the promise ring you shared. 

“What do you wanna be?” Y/N asks her boyfriend. 

“What do you mean?” 

“When we grow up, what do you wanna be?” The teen looked over at him. 

“A rock star!” He says and begins playing an imaginary guitar. “I’d like to that my biggest fan!” 

“I love you Shawn!” Y/N let out a girly squeal, laughing alongside him. 

“What about you?” He asks, sitting next to her, leaning his back against the tree. 

“I don’t know,” She lets out a sigh, “I just know I wanna be someone special.” 

“You’re special to me.” Shawn says causing her to look over, smiling softly. 

“Well than looks like I’m already living the dream.” 

Shawn flutters his eyes open from the memory, and for a split second he smells the familiar cooking, hears the loud singing, but then reality hits and he realizes the house is silent. 

Shutting his eyes again, he prays for the dream to continue. 

“I can’t believe it!” Y/N laughs, causing Shawn’s grin to widen. 

“Me neither,”He kisses her temple looking over the large his, your shared home. 

“We’re a family now,” She wraps his arms around his waist. 

“Yea, we are.” He whispers, pulling her inside. “Go unpack some stuff, I’ll cook some dinner.” 

Later on that day, Shawn’s in that same kitchen he cooked dinner for you that first night. He has a half empty bottled of Scotch on his hand, sitting in the barely lit house. 

He begins walking down the hallways of the large, now empty feeling home, trying to get a feel of one more memory. Any memory, as long as Y/N was in it. 

“Okay, now strum,” Shawn tells Y/N. She follows the instructions, correctly. “Amazing!” He claps loudly. 

Laughing, Y/N kicks him, “Shut up, I barely know a thing.” She giggle again, as Shawn leans down and presses a kiss to her lips. 

“Well I’m sure you’ll be amazing, you’re amazing at everything you do.” 

“That is not true,” She argues. “I can barely put my jacket on, remember when I got stuck?!”

 He lets out a roar of laughter, “Y/N that was yesterday!” He chuckles, kissing her temple, “Well you’ll forever be amazing to me.” 

He stood in the pouring rain, no jacket, no umbrella. He falls to his knees, tracing the lettering. 

In loving memory of Y/N Y/LN. 

“I’ll always love you, even when your gone.” He mumbles to himself.