Imagine Ashton Irwin flirting with you whenever he gets a chance. At first it’s just a silly game between the two of you, but it gets serious after a little bit. Ash really tries to give you hints that he likes you, but you deny him every single time. Until he asks you ou properly.

anonymous asked:

Such a douche move.. hey you are not James Fraser.! You are Sam Heughan! Playing the proud scot to impress... how shameful... I agree shameful as FCK! when outlander is over I want to see if this "relationship" works... if it doesn't go down the drain after the very long distance of SA, and the fact that they live in different continents... let's just don't give him more attention.

I’m willing to give him a little teensy bit of Grace on this kilt business by considering the possibility that he was likely asked to wear it. MAYBE the bride is a huge Outlander fan and Sam showing up in a kilt was a surprise gift for the bride from her new SIL. Maybe? 😬

Our True Love - Chapter 5

A/N: Thank you very much for all the follows, likes and reblogs, guys. I really am happy to see people enjoying my stories so far. It makes “my heart full of glee”. Hehe. I extended the story a little bit more so that I can give it more action. So, thank you all so much for reading my stories and I hope you enjoy it! (Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors in my stories!) 

Previous Chapter(s): Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Blood, tears and a little sexy Bucky
Word count: 2,878
Summary: Reader and Bucky doesn’t get along well after his marriage to Rosaline. Will her friendship with Bucky last or will they crumble and fade?

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The stars are sparkling in the sky.

The nights are getting colder and colder. Autumn had just arrived and I love it so much. I sit in my apartment with a blanket wrapped around my body. A war movie playing on TV while I work on my laptop. I hear the message notification on my phone. When I see who it is, I smile.

Richard [09:52PM] – Cherry, what are you doing?

You [09:53PM] – Watching a movie while refining a report. Yourself, Croc?

Richard [09:54PM] – I’m eating some cereal for dinner. You even work after hours, huh?

You [09:55PM] – Cereal? You didn’t cook for dinner? Haha. Of course, to keep my life easy in the office.

Richard [10:00PM] – I’m tired. I’ve been running around from one interview to another. I might end up working for the modelling company after all.

You [10:03PM] – Really? That is wonderful. We should celebrate together!

The doorbell to my apartment scares the living daylights out of me. I look at the time on my phone. Who on Earth would be coming at this time?

I quietly approach the door after grabbing my pepper spray. In case there is a psycho standing outside of my door. I peek at the little peephole on my door. My breath caught in my throat. It is Bucky.

I unlock the door, keeping the slider on to double check. I widen my eyes. Bucky’s blue eyes caught in mine. He is wearing his combat suit with his weapons still strapped around his body.

“Y/N…” He says.

“Bucky! What are you doing here?” I ask. He lets out a sigh.

“Long story.” I bite my lower lip. Without any more words, I close the door back and remove the slider. I open it back up.

“Come in. I got all night.” I invite him inside. I look around the hallway to make sure no one is around. I lock my door back, watching Bucky making his way towards the couch I was sitting on before. I walk over to the kitchen and bring over a glass of water for him.

When I returned, Bucky’s metal arm is over his eyes. His lips quivering a little. When I sit on my spot, Bucky jerks away surprised. He clutches his chest before breathing out. I look at him worriedly as I hand him the glass of water. It’s been a while since I saw him like this.

“Bucky, what happened?” I ask him. He drinks the water in one go. He’s very nervous and troubled right now.

“Rosaline and I had another fight.” He answers simply, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He leans down and placing his hands over his face. I watch him carefully, waiting for him to continue.

“I got home and saw a bunch of her friends in the living room. When I checked for her in the kitchen, she was with another man. I burst; getting angry thinking that she is cheating on me. I made a fool of myself in front of them. She lost it, saying how she’s tired of dealing with my problems and kicked me out.” He continues. I can see the little tears spilling down his eyes. He must’ve felt so bad.

My hands shiver as I hover it over his back. I wasn’t sure if I should hold him or not. I was still mad at him for shouting at me the other night. But now that he came to me, feeling upset and troubled, I couldn’t bring myself to leave him be.

I take a deep breath before wrapping my arm around his shoulders. The second my arm made contact with him, he sits up, grabbing onto my wrists while looking at me surprised. He’s very jumpy.

“It’s ok, Bucky. Calm down.” I say as his hands tightens around my wrists.

I can see the tears in his eyes. The trail of it down his cheeks. My heart twists at the sight. I’d never thought I’d see him cry like this again. The last time I did had been so painful and heart-breaking. He lets my wrists go before returning back to the position he was in.

I reach out to hold him in my arms once again. I can feel him leaning into me when I did. I stroke his hair gently, remembering the way I would always do on nights similar to this. I can smell the sweat mixed with dust in his hair. It must’ve been from his mission.

“Bucky. You shouldn’t just assume things so quickly. She cares and loves you. I know that your anger comes from your exhaustion. But you need to learn to be a bit more patient.” His body tenses in my arms but he remains silent. I run my hands up and down his right arm to comfort him.

I freeze when I come in contact with something wet from a ripped part of his sleeve. I pull my hand up to look at it. My heart stops. Blood. I get up from where I was sitting to look at his flesh arm.

Blood is soaking through the torn up sleeve. I panicked. Why didn’t I notice this before?

“Bucky, you’re bleeding!” I say. Bucky looks at me before looking at his arm.

“Oh. I didn’t notice that.” I didn’t wait to hear that stupid response. I rush into the bathroom to grab a couple of towels and a bowl of water. I run into my bedroom to grab the first aid kit. Bucky watches me as I run back and forth to grab the items.

“Y/N, calm down. It’s just a small wound.” He says, miserably failing at trying not to worry me. I take a pair of scissors and carefully cut the sleeve off his combat suit. He has many others like it anyways.

I examine the wound on his arm.

“How did this happen?” I ask him, worried. He shrugs. I give him an angry look. That seems to put his senses back together.

“It must’ve been when I jumped down over the fence with the metal spikes. My arm must’ve gotten caught on one of them.” He answers. I let out a sigh.

A scratch about 6 inches long running down from the top of his arm. I wipe the damp towel on the wound to clean the dried blood off. Thankfully, the cut is not so deep that he needs stitching. A flash of memory hits me. 

“I’ll be fine, Y/N. There’s no need to worry about it.” He says, moving his arm. I hold it down and rub alcohol over the wound. He didn’t flinch. This reminds me of that night when Bucky wrapped my finger with the tissue. 

“You worry about my pin sized injury last time. You have no rights to tell me I shouldn’t worry about this even worse injury on your arm. You’re lucky I have some supplies in my house.” I answer.  I can feel Bucky’s eyes on me as I work on his arm.

When I finished dressing the wound, I let out a satisfied yet worried sigh. There’s no more blood coming out of the wound, but if it wasn’t treated, it could have been infected.

“Okay. It should be fine. Next time tell me when you are in—” When I turn to look at Bucky, his face was inches away from mine. My heart jumps in surprise and I fall backwards onto the floor.

“Are you okay?” He asks, pulling me back up on the couch. I nod slowly before reaching for the bloody towel to wipe my hands off. I can feel my face warm up when I remembered how close his face was to mine. What was he trying to do?

I reach down to clean up the mess I had made. The first aid kid box had tipped over and spilled all of its contents on the floor. I panic way too easily. I need to learn how to control my reactions sometimes. His tired eyes remaining glued to me as I clean up the place.

“Bucky, are you okay with pasta?” I ask when I returned from the bathroom. He looks at me confused.

“What do you mean?”

“You haven’t eaten right?” I wipe my hands on my shirt. He takes a moment to think. I sigh before returning back to the room.

I pull out Steve’s shirt and pants from the storage room. Sharon and Steve stayed over one time since their house was getting reconstructed. He left them here and I kept on forgetting to give them back. I guess they ended up being of use after all. I hand Bucky the towel, shirt and pants. He looks up at me, blinking.

Man, this guy is in a completely different world right now.

“It’s Steve’s. He left them here when he had the house redone.” I say. Bucky takes the clothes quietly.

“Wash up. Eat, then rest. Go. Don’t get the bandages wet.” I order him while making my way to the kitchen.

Since the kitchen is open, I can still see him on the couch. Five minutes passed before Bucky even moved a muscle. I watch him go into the bathroom and hear the water running. He’s a mess. Poor Bucky.

I probably need to talk to Rosaline about Bucky. It can still work. Though, it does make me wonder why she would react so drastically. She used to take care of Bucky’s mental state anyways. But then again, that was when he was Winter Soldier. So the side effects of the never ending brainwashing must be new to her.

I hear my phone ring from the living room. I run over to it to see who it was. Richard. Shoot. I forgot to text him back.

“Hello?” I answer as I walk back into the kitchen.

“Hey, Cherry Princess. Are you so into your work that you forgot about me?” Richard’s laughter on the other line is as sweet as a caramel candy.

“No. Something came up.” I answer back while transferring the meal onto a plate.

“Oh yeah? What is that? Screaming at agents over the phone for the atrocious spelling mistakes?” I chuckle.

“No. It’s Bucky.” I say, peeking over at the bathroom. The water is still running. The silence on the other line was loud and clear.

“He’s there?” After a few moments, he asks. His voice suddenly changed into a little harsh one.

“Yeah. Apparently he and Rosy got into a fight.” The sigh on the other line sounds so dreadful.

“And he comes running to you?” He asks. His voice sharp like a blade. What just happened to that caramel candy voice?

“He’s my friend, Richard. I need to help him out.” I say, whispering into the phone when I hear the water stop running.

“Until he wants more out of you.” He says harshly. I blink.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, confused.  

“I’ll tell you later. I need to call Rosy. Bye, Y/N.” With that, a click.

“Richard?” I call out, but only the beeping end call sound is all I hear. I look at the phone confused.

“Who was it?” Bucky’s voice scares me. I look at him before shaking my head.

“Just Richard.” I say while bringing the food to him. His expression turns dark again.

“What did he want?” I wave him off. I really don’t want to pour oil into the fire. Bucky silently takes out a chair before looking at the food.

“You made this?” I bite my lower lip and nod. It wasn’t bad when I tasted it, but I don’t know if Bucky will like it himself. My heart races when he takes the first bite. I wait in anticipation to hear what he might say. His face lights up.

“Wow, you’re still good at cooking.” He says while taking another bite. My chest fills up with joy. I’m so glad he likes it.

“Huuu. I’m glad.” I smile at him.

I place the mattress in the empty spot right by the TV. I put one of my pillows and blankets on it. I can hear Bucky washing the dishes in the kitchen as I set up the place for him to sleep. I pat the mattress a little. It was dusty when I took it out of the storage room.

“I can just sleep on your couch, Y/N.” Bucky says as he wipes his hands on the towel. I just realized how Steve’s shirt seems really tight on Bucky. His pecs, biceps and abs practically bulging through the shirt. I blush at the sight before shaking my head.

“No, you are not. Not with your arm banged up like that. I have an extra mattress anyways.” I say before getting up. I pull Bucky and sit him down on the mattress. I walk back into the kitchen to prepare some warm glass of milk and honey.

I hand him the glass when I returned. Bucky looks at me.

“As usual, Sergeant.” I say. He smiles up at me. He grabs my hand along with the glass. He is drinking the milk with my hand still holding onto it. My heart beats wildly in my chest at this sudden action. 

With his damp hair loose on the sides of his face, little scratches on his cheeks, light blue eyes staring down at me and then Steve’s tight shirt on his body; oh God. He looks very sexy. When he was done, he licks his milky lips still looking at me.

My insides shiver at the sight of him like that. I pull my hand away along with the glass quickly. I scurry into the kitchen to wash it. I can feel my chest on the verge of bursting. I glance over at the living room and see Bucky lying down on the mattress.

Keep yourself together, Y/N. 

I jolt awake when I hear a loud yell coming from outside. I jump off from my bed instantly and pick up my pepper spray again. I walk towards my door carefully, hearing another yell coming from there. It sounds like Bucky. I gasp and immediately run out to the living room.

Bucky is thrusting around on the mattress. The sheets had come off and was soaked in Bucky’s sweat. I throw myself on top of him to stop him. I shake him violently.

“Bucky!! Bucky!!”

When he wakes up, his pupils were dilated. He rolls us around and pins me down against the mattress. His metal hand reaching quickly over for the pistol on the coffee table, pointing straight at my forehead.

I could have sworn I saw my life flash before my eyes when Bucky did that.

“Bucky it’s me!!” I yell again. His blue eyes returning before he gasps. He pulls himself off me and drops the pistol. He coughs before falling backwards and leaning on the coffee table.

I’ve never seen Bucky like this before. He normally would just pin me down, but never pull out any weapon. I sit up, feeling the back of my shirt a little damp from my own sweat. He holds his hands against his face. I can hear little gasps and see how his hands are shivering so much. He’s crying again.

“Bucky…” I reach out to touch his arm.

“I’m so sorry…” He says behind his hands. My chest tightens with pain. I hear my heart shatter at the tone of his voice. He’s in so much pain right now… Oh, Bucky.

I immediately wrap my arms around him. I pull him in and hold him tightly.

“Shh. It’s okay. Everything is going to be fine, Bucky.” I reassure him. He cries silently as his arms wrap around my waist. He pulls me tightly while crying onto my shoulder. The heart-breaking sound of his whimpers makes me cry myself. It hurts so much to see how hurt Bucky is.

He falls asleep after an hour passed. He had his grip on me tight, so I couldn’t pry myself away from him. I didn’t want to anyways. I stayed there with him, stroking his hair continuously while my other hand is held tightly in his. Even though Bucky had been crying before, I really feel at peace with him sleeping against me like this. I look out into the night sky through the window.

The moon is lighting up inside of the living room a little. Despite his size and height, I didn’t feel crushed underneath him. He must’ve positioned himself just right so he won’t suffocate me when he fell asleep. I watch Bucky’s sleeping face against my shoulder. 

His face looks so tired, angry, sad, confused, but most of all, broken. I feel the tears spilling down again.

With his history of being used by HYDRA, then having to deal with the after effects of it. Nightmare after nightmare of crimes he never wanted to commit. Regret and pain of remembering people die at his own hands. Hands he wasn’t able to control because of the serum. Now that he finally had a chance at happiness, his problems came back and took that away from him.

Give Bucky a break, please…

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A/N: I teared up a little while writing the last bit of this. It made me really think of the suffering Bucky has gone through. I hope y’all know what I’m talking about. Heh. Anyways, thank you for reading! I truly hope you enjoyed this chapter! 

Next chapter coming soon!

Tag(s): @ipaintmelodies @goldwanderer @hairdye-enthusiast @bexboo616 @chipilerendi @typical0001

thelanabo  asked:

I am pulling an all nighter to finish up HW, but your update will be around 8am my time so I will be so happy to take a break to read it. ALSO! I just wanted to say thank you so much for all your hard work and dedication to this fic. I do hope you will maybe give yourself a little bit of a break in between UMFB and the companion fic, lord knows you deserve a writing break! Thank you again, though, this fic is amazing knowing an update is coming helps get me through the week sometimes xD;

Oh and I also wanted to mention how much I love going through and reading all the asks on here, they’re always entertaining and I am just so about this universe I love knowing more about it. I often spend my lunch breaks at work when I notice you’re in the middle of answering asks, just scrolling through reading them all lol

omg I hope you’re ok if you’re pulling an all nighter!

griffin: i’m sorry, i thought this was clear the whole time- youre absolutely in the fuckin mouth.

nick: okay good, you are sitting cross-legged in the mouth, on this- this hot, wet, sticky tongue- and, you are surrounded-


nick: aw- alright well griffin i’m gonna give you a little bit of time to kinda just- clean up, and- [dissolves into chuckles]


nick: yeah. we’ll be back in a little bit.


griffin: [exhales] we’re back, we took a 15 minute break.

nick: mhm. we took a while!

griffin: yeah.

nick: anyways there’s that wet sticky tongue-

griffin: [unholy yell noise]


My love

  I couldn’t sleep, being away from you fucking sucks balls. I’m writing this down because if I don’t, I’ll be a chicken shit and not tell you.

  I miss you. I miss sleeping next to you, feeling the tiny bit of heat you give off. I miss the little fucking noises you make, not snores, just whimpers and sighs, fucking adorable doll. I miss rolling over and placing my arm around you. I miss touching your sleepy face in the morning, giving you sweet kisses. Which leads to a little early morning fuckity de-fucking-light.

 Jackie, I know it’s going to fucking sound stupid, but you have changed my life. Jesus, baby, you’ve changed the whole fucking dynamics in the Sanctuary. You’ve made me a better leader, a better man.

  The first time I truly knew I loved you, was deeply in love with you was that during that goddamn fucking rainstorm we were stuck in. The fuckers driving didn’t see the deep water and drove through it, causing them all to stall out. We were fucking stuck until help came. I was fucking pissed, and you knew it.

 You took my hand, pulling me closer, whispering in my ear, come with me Negan. I’m thinking, shit! This doll is fucking wild, going do a little fuckity dancing, mmhmm!

 But the next thing I know, you were pulling me out of the truck, into the pouring rain, thunder and lightning all around. Dance with me Negan, live a little! Jesus, baby girl, you were crazy beautiful, I just followed you like a fucking lovesick teenager. Your hair plastered to your face, what little makeup you had on, quickly running down your face. Your clothes adhering to your gorgeous curves. Breathtaking, simply fucking breathtaking.

 When I get back, we are going to enjoy our time together. I can’t take you anywhere fucking special, but I can treat you special, and I will, doll. I can’t give you the world, but I can give you me, all of me. I am yours baby, forever and a day. My love, my Jackie.


i know it’s been like. half an hour max but uh,,,, here’s some alex headcanons

  • she’s beautiful and im sobbing. that’s not a headcanon i just needed 2 remind you all
  • cares too much about her hair,, gels it into a perfect pompadour every morning & fights ppl who try to squish the floof down 
  • (yes that kinda contradicts the official art but idc!!)
  • blitz makes her a chain mail sweater vest !!
  • speaking of sweater vests ,, wanted to grow up to become a professor (pottery, maybe!) one day before. yknow. he died :(
  • fav animal to turn into is a koala aww
  • when shes close to someone *cough* magnus she becomes a lot more affectionate & dare i say.. cuddly!!! than one would think she would be
  • she and sam are the best pair of sisters the world has ever seen!!!!!!!!!! soooooo much sisterly support and they only shout at each other occasionally!!!
  • magnus: “i’m so lucky, i’m the luckiest guy on the planet, i have a boyfriend AND a girlfriend” someone: “wait… is ur girlfriend alex okay with this?” someone else: “wait you have a girlfriend named alex?? i thought your boyfriend was named alex” magnus: “yes”
  • alex is actually really easily startled for someone so good in combat loooool just sneak up behind him and poke him in the side and he’ll screech and probably smack you
  • one time halfborn convinced her to turn into a bear and fight him to see if he could survive. alex won
  • a SOFTIE!!!!!!!! she’s such a SOFTIE!!!!!!!!!! don;t let his tough exterior fool u he actually cries at disney movies and once almost got hit by a car trying to save a stray cat and really truly cares for the emotional well-being of everyone around him
  • “executive function is for chumps,” she says, having eaten solely cheeto puffs for the past 2 days. doesn’t remember the last time she showered. it’s fun 
  • owns at least 20 “down with cis” shirts 
a borderline, an antisocial, and a narcissist walks into a bar

they have a pleasant conversation. the borderline orders a martini, the narcissist orders a bloody mary, and the antisocial orders a strawberry daquiri. the borderline drinks a little bit too much so the antisocial gives them a ride home after bidding the narcissist farewell.

Stop demonizing these disorders you freaks.

  • yakov, at the beginning: fine, he can skate on this rink because you're his coach and i am your coach, but that's all. he is your problem.
  • yakov, after spending time with yuuri: i will teach yuuriya how to do a quad flip with a higher success rate. you are a failure as coach if you can't even do that, vitya. i guess i have to coach him instead.

I just realized something last night, that Jim/Lee just had a huge parallel with Oswald/Ed. Jim confessed to late, causing Lee to get angry at him and lead to him killing her husband. Oswald confessed to late, causing Ed to realize that he did kill his girlfriend and made him get angry at him. Both Lee and Edward do love them and care about them, but right now they are just very angry. Remember what Lee said, that a part of her will always love him. I can see that going for Ed as well, we can compare that to the ‘Remember that’ scene.

I think this goes along with my theory that Edward is in love with Oswald, always has been. He just thinks he is being friend zoned, so he gave up. So now that he finds out Oswald has the same feelings, after all this stuff happened, he had a reaction like Lee.

I keep seeing these silly posts comparing Anakin and Satine with the tags “obi-wan has a type” and let me just give you this mental image, friends:

obi-wan and padme have the same type.

au where padme survived and she and obi-wan run off and raise the twins, the two of them are out shopping for supplies and they run into a random hot powerful blonde who is throwing a temper tantrum, and they both make the same ‘mmmmm’ sound

then they look at each other with complete and utter horror as the realization kicks in.

luv me some gay space robots………