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The Meeting (Malec Fanfic)

Magnus Bane was early for his important meeting, and by early he meant five minutes early. This left him the perfect amount of time for a cup of coffee before the long, tedious warlock gathering he had to attend. Usually he enjoyed attending a warlock council but not today, he wasn’t in the mood. He hasn’t seen Alexander in almost three days as he was being buried alive in paperwork from the clave during the day and then his night patrols. Magnus himself had been hectically busy, just last night he had delivered twelve various viles and bottles of potions around the country, it seemed like everyone and their mother needed his help this week. Magnus poured his coffee into his favourite mug and took a sip, he concentrated on the thought that in about six hours or so he should be free and he fully intended on portalling outside the institute and holding a boom box up outside Alec’s office window if he didn’t see him soon. He smiled at the thought and then jumped slightly from his thoughts when his wards trembled and Alec himself rushed through the door.

“Alexander!” Magnus beamed in surprise as his gorgeous, lanky Shadowhunter crossed the kitchen to him.

“Good.” Alec nodded seriously “I thought you might have left already.”

Before Magnus could even respond Alec had enveloped him. The kiss was searing and Magnus couldn’t help the pitiful moan that left his throat. He was caught off guard, his hands didn’t know what to do with themselves for a split second; when his body caught up with his brain he wrapped his arms tightly around his love. Alec had one hand secured around the back of his neck holding their kiss together.

When tedious things like needing air got in their way Alec pulled back and released him into a more gentle grasp.

“I thought I was going to be too late to see you.” Alec said as he tried to catch his breath.

Magnus was conflicted, right now he wanted nothing more than to take Alec to bed and show him how much he’d missed him but he really should be leaving…

“Missed you…” Magnus said as common sense lost and his mouth sought out Alec’s jaw.

Alec groaned and rolled their hips together. “Missed you more.”

Magnus tried to say ‘impossible’ but Alec attached his lips once more, he sucked hard on Magnus’ bottom lip and Magnus picked him up and set him on the counter top.
Parting their mouthes once more Magnus pressed a hand to Alec’s chest and pushed him flat out onto the counter top. He felt Alec’s legs wrap around his ass, his combat boots pinning him closer.

‘Magnus.’ Alec all but whimpered and the warlock pushed his black tee shirt up toward his rib cage. He ran his tongue from his chest right down to Alec’s dark happy trail, dipping it into his navel on the way.
His hands roughly unbuckled the strong belt on Alec’s jeans and he popped the button, ripping the zip open too. Alec wiggled under him and he yanked the jeans and boxers down ever so slightly, stopping at the base of Alec’s cock.
Magnus took a second to admire this Adonis, Alec’s tight muscles were flexing as he heaved his breath in and out. His head was thrown back exposing his long neck and that perfect deflect rune that Magnus loved to trace with his tongue. He was so happy, so in love and lust with this shadowhunter of his.
Getting back to the job at hand Magnus kissed his way from the happy trail down to that beautiful V of his hips. He dragged his lips up and down, gently inhaling that classic 'Alexander scent’ he couldn’t put his finger on what it was but it was pure sex. No man or woman ever had this effect on Magnus. He was obsessed with that Alec scent.
He has just began to mouth the bass of Alec’s cock when the younger man began to half heartedly object.
“Wait. Magnus, ugh. Wait” Alec groaned

“Hmm?” Magnus asked as he ran his nose back up towards Alec’s belly button.

“By the angel, I can’t believe I’m bringing this up…” Alec began

“Then don’t” Magnus smirked before he pressed a quick kiss to Alec’s flat stomach, he then straightened up and looked him in the eye

“- BUT…” Alec continued as he ran his hands down Magnus’ broad shoulders “… don’t you have the council meeting this morning?”

Dammit. Alec was right, and Magnus was pissed.
“I’m only a few minutes late.” He tried to reason “five minutes more… I’ll say there was a fire message.” He leaned in and tried to capture Alec’s lips again

“Do you really think I’ll be finished with you in five minutes?” Alec said quietly against Magnus’ lips and Magnus has a hard time remembering how to breathe.

“What are you trying to do to me Alexander Lightwood?” Magnus moaned putting their foreheads together.

Alec laughed a little “I’m trying to get you to go to your meeting so you can come home to me as soon as possible.”

“Fine.” Magnus said dramatically as he let go of Alec and stepped away. “I’ll go.”

Alec rolled his eyes before he hopped down from the counter, he picked up Magnus’ discarded mug of coffee and took a sip. “Ugh. Cold.” He shuddered

“Why are you drinking black coffee, darling?” Magnus asked as he put his coat on. “You need to sleep.”

“How do you expect me to sleep now?” Alec asked, raising one perfect eyebrow

“Sleep.” Magnus said as he gave him a chaste kiss, goodbye.

Alec nodded and threw himself down onto the couch. Magnus meant in bed but he was still happy to see Alec relax, even if it was just on his couch.

Magnus waved his arms and opened himself a portal.

“Hurry back to me.” Alec’s muffled voice came from under a cushion. He already sounded half asleep and Magnus smiled. “Love you.” It tailed off.

“I love you, Alexander.” Magnus said gently before he stepped into the portal. He wasn’t even sure Alec was awake enough to hear him; he smiled.


Warnings: I don’t think there is… I guess season 9 & 10 spoilers? (character deaths)
Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader, Castiel
Summary: You’re tired of everyone and everything
Reader’s Age: High school
Word Count: 1553

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: This is kinda for a fren of mine who is/went through some of this so I mainly wrote it for her and based off her situation(s) so yeah. Enjoy!

These past few weeks have not been the easiest. You’ve been getting really tired of everyone and everything. It seems everyone ignores you or uses you for their own gain. It’s always Sam and Dean Winchester, never Sam, Dean, and Y/N Winchester. It’s always “The Brothers” it’s always about them. Everyone just seems to forget about you until you show up.

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The Nanny: Chapter 2

Author: @beckawinchester

Characters: Daddy!Jensen, Reader, Jared, Josiah (OC), Tom

Words: 1928

Warnings: None in this chapter

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A/N: I can’t believe the first chapter received so much feedback! Thank you guys so much! I hope you guys are enjoying this as much as I’m enjoying writing this! Here’s the 2nd chapter! P.S. There are some tags crossed out at the end that means I couldn’t tag you! Probably because you changed your username and didn’t tell me!

Reader’s POV

 You were eating lunch while reading the statuses from your friends on Facebook. You didn’t know why you were even reading them. All your friends from High School were having babies and getting married. Here you were in your mid 20’s still in college working on your early childhood education. You really didn’t know what you wanted to do yet you just knew that you wanted to work with kids. A notification popped up from the Nanny app. A friend from one of your classes from last year had told you about the nanny app.

“Jensen Ackles has requested you for an interview at The Coffee Shoppe at 1:30 P.M. today”

You clicked on Jensen’s profile. He didn’t really have much on his profile. You were a bit iffy but decided if you were going to get a job you should check it out. You clicked accept to the request and looked at the time on your phone which ready 12:30. You finished your lunch before going upstairs to find something nice to wear. You wanted to impress Jensen in case the job sounded like something you wanted to do. You picked out a cute striped blouse with a black jacket to go over it. 

Once you made it to the coffee shoppe you walked inside to order a small coffee. You grabbed your coffee when you it was finished and sat down at an empty table and started sipping your coffee while reading on one of your textbooks for class.

“Excuse me. Are you Y/N?” You looked up from your book not expecting to see a very handsome man standing in front of you with a coffee in your hand. You were taken back that your only response was a smile and a nod.

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The Waiting Room-- Pt. 1

Tom Hiddleston X Reader

You and Tom have a son named William. He is the love of your life. All that you care about. Your family has never been happier, but when Will gets hurt, what will happen to you and Tom.

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“Tom!” You called out, feeling the hot forehead of your son, worry slowly getting the better of you.

“What? What? What happened?!” Tom ran into the room, startled by the fright and worry in your voice.

“William says he’s not feeling well.” You told him, moving to the side to let him see.

“Oh no…” Tom, looking as worried as you, went to the other side of Will’s bed and felt his head. “Are you not feeling well, bud?”

William, with a pouting lip, shook his head no. He looked pitiful, curled up in his bed groaning because his stomach was hurting also.

“I don’t think he can go to school today.” Tom concluded with a sigh.

You pushed Williams curls away from his face, and sighed, leaving the room in search for your phone, “That’s it, I’m going to have to call the theatre tell them I can’t come in. They can survive without me-

“No, no.” Thomas ran after you, taking the phone from your hand when you started to dial. “You can’t do that.”

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A/N: Drabble request for anon. Reader is Jax’s old lady and Bobby’s daughter. Reader and Jax have a fight and he implies he’s cheating on her to hurt her (but it isn’t true), so Reader goes to her dad’s. I hope you enjoy it anony!

“What the hell is your problem, Y/N?” Jax yelled at you.
“What’s my problem? You’re the one acting all big in front of your friends because that whore came on to you.”
Jax set the beer bottle down heavily on the table.
This argument had been on since the night before when you’d gotten home from the party. It took a brief pause when you’d both gone to bed, neither one sleeping properly, but neither one wanting to admit defeat.
You’d picked the argument back up again after lunch when you’d gotten back from the store.
“Fuck, how many times do I have to tell you? I wasn’t ‘acting big’, the guys were just joking about how pissed you were going to be. Looks like they were right.”
You were angrily washing the dishes, taking your frustration out on scrubbing the pans instead of using one on Jax’s head.
“She was all over you, and you with that fucking smug grin, what do you expect me to think?”
“I expect you to think that it was nothing on my part. Sure, it was good for the ego, but that’s it.”
Turning to Jax and pointing the sponge at him, you let loose.
“And I expect you to not make me look like an idiot in front of everyone, like some moron who thinks she’s the only one!” 
Jax sighed, shaking his head.
”Sorry to break it to you, darlin’, but you haven’t been the only one.”
You grit your teeth, squeezing your fists, the water falling from the sponge still in your hand.
”So, you have been cheating on me.”
Jax glared right back at you and took a long pull from his beer.
“And what if I did?” He asked, tone cocky and challenging.
You could be cutting, but Jax had a way with words that could make you either fly into his arms or into a rage. You chose the latter.
”Then you can fuck yourself, or whoever else you want, from now on.”
Letting the pan fall into the water, soap suds slopped out of the sink and onto the floor. You stormed out, slamming the door as you went.
Taking off in your car, you drove to the only place you felt like you could feel what you needed to without being judged.

“Hey, Dad.” You said when he opened the door.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Come inside.”
Bobby stood to the side, letting you in.
You breathed in deeply, a tear rolling down your face.
Bobby had been baking, and it reminded you of when you lived at home, hanging out with your dad when he wasn’t busy with the club. Simpler times, when you’d cook and watch movies together, before Jax came along. Jax.
“Jax cheated on me.”
You heard Bobby breathe out heavily. You turned to him, seeing him rubbing his eyes, one hand on his hip.
“You sure, Y/N? I don’t mean I don’t trust you, I just wanna be sure of the details before I kill my Prez.”
You slumped onto the couch, laying down like you were in therapy. You’d always been close to your dad, and he was always there when you needed to talk.
Bobby sat across from you on the coffee table.
“He didn’t explicitly say. It was just what he said.”
“And what did he say?”
Balling your fists, you felt the anger rise in you again as you told Bobby what had passed between you and Jax.
“He was so smug when that Crow was hitting on him last night, joking with the guys that I was gonna be mad because he was enjoying it. I said he made me feel like an idiot for thinking that I was the only one he was with. He said I wasn’t the only one, and when I accused him of cheating, he was like ‘what if I did?’” You replied, impersonating Jax.
You absentmindedly stroked your finger along the side your thigh. Jax had given you his crow, and you’d gotten it tattooed up the outside of your thigh, up and over your hip. Your thoughts turned to how much it was going to hurt getting rid of it if you and Jax didn’t make up. You felt a great sadness wash over you at the thought.
“I don’t sound like that.”
Both you and your dad turned to see Jax leaning against the doorframe where Bobby hadn’t close the door, hands in his pockets.
You hadn’t heard his bike, pull up but there he stood in all his glory.
“Can I talk to you? Please?” Jax asked, a pleading tone replacing the snark from earlier.
Bobby looked to you, and you nodded, sitting up.
“I’ll be in the kitchen. Play nice.” He said, before walking out of the room, leaving you with Jax.
Jax sat down next to you on the couch, both of you looking at the ground.
“I never cheated.” Jax said, voice low.
“I only said what I did because I was mad. You were accusing me of cheating, and I hadn’t. I tried to tell you last night after the party and then again today, but I couldn’t make you see.”
You focussed on a heat ring on the table, trying not to get upset again.
“Then why did you say I wasn’t the only one?”
“I meant that there had been other’s before you. I guess it didn’t really come out that way.”
“Yeah, not really.”
You were both silent again for a bit. Your temper had subsided, and you were starting to see that you’d both said things in anger, things had been taken out of context.
Jax spun around, sitting on the coffee table in front of you where Bobby had been. His hands cupped your cheeks, causing you to look up at him.
“You haven’t been the only one, but you’re the only one now. I didn’t handle things with the Croweater properly, she knows I’m with you and I should have put her in her place from the start, not smiling and laughing at her attempts. I’m sorry.”
You could see his sincerity, and you knew he was truly apologetic.
“I don’t wanna end up another notch in your bedpost.”
Sliding his hand over your thigh, you sighed, closing your eyes. Jax put his forehead to yours.
“I gave you that crow because I don’t want you to be.”
Your hands covered his.
“I got scared. I’m sorry, too.”
“No, babe, we’re good.” Jax replied, kissing you.
You kissed him back, before he pulled away.
“Wanna go home before your dad kills me?”
You chuckled, nodding, explaining to Bobby that everything was sorted, letting Jax lead you out to your car and heading home.

Secrets and Lies (mini drabble)

olicity || ao3 || gen || fluff & humor || 551 || more fics

summary: Felicity finds out about one of Oliver’s deepest darkest secrets. 
a/n: okay, you asked for tropey…. and for some reason all i could think of was mondler and friends so |: hope you like it @imusuallyobsessed

“I can’t believe you.”

“Are we really going to fight about this?”

“Yes! You were keeping this from me and it’s huge! Huge, Oliver,” she gave an exasperated sigh, “And don’t give me that face, you know I’m not talking about that.”

He scowled at her.

Felicity put her hands on her hips and shook her head. “Of all the things to hide from me,” she muttered, looking away from him.

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It’s a huge deal.”

“Why? Why are you making it a big deal?” his voice was laced with hurt.

She took a deep breath, finally turning to meet his gaze again, “Because,” she started to say, “Because you’re a secret slob.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, purposefully making his chest and arm muscles tighten under his grey t-shirt. She couldn’t help but giggle at the offended look on his face. Gently pushing his buttons was one of her favorite things to do, but she had accidentally hit the motherload.

“You weren’t supposed to find that,” he muttered, this time he was the one keeping his gaze away.

She snorted, “You left a single door in the bunker locked and you expected me not to look into it?”

“How did you even get inside? It’s not a tech lock,” he turned his head just slightly and raised a brow at her.

“I know how to pick a lock,” she gave an offended huff.

“Sometimes I’m really disappointed I didn’t know you in college,” he shook his head and let his arms drop to his side.

A smug, smirk tugged at her lips. She pulled away from him and back towards his secret closet. It was an absolute mess. There were old and broken weapons inside. Trashed pieces of leather, but he also kept practical items inside. The problem was the items were all thrown together with no sense of organization. The rest of the bunker was pristine, everything in it’s place. Their apartment was the same way, except for the places that she deemed hers and were off limits to Oliver’s cleaning.

She stood in front of the closer, “I feel like if I touch anything it’s all going to fall on me.”

“It won’t, I have everything in there organized.”

She scoffed loudly, “You are so full of it.”

“I know where everything is,” he huffed.

She rolled her eyes, “You say that and yet you never believe me when I say the same thing about my home office.”

“I don’t even want to think about that room. I walked past there the other day and you had left pizza on your desk.”

“I was saving it.”

Oliver shuddered and closed the closet door, locking it again. “That’s too much.”

She laughed, smacking him on the butt, “I was kidding.”

“Thank god,” he turned, wrapping his arms around her, “I would seriously have to clean in there if you weren’t.”

“Don’t you dare, Mister,” she poked his chest.

“I won’t,” he said, “But I should.”

“The day I can’t find something is the day you can clean.”

“I will be impatiently waiting for it.”

She snorted and shook her head again, “Dork,” she leaned up and kissed his lips.

“Your dork.”

She reached around and squeezed his ass. “Mhmm, all mine.”

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Oath | Ch.23.1 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

Members: Jungkook | You/Reader | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin |

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

Originally posted by berry852

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Word count: 3,044

A/N: After a long long time, here it is~ I am sorry for the long wait, and thank you so much for your patience and understanding!!  I decided to cut this chapter into two parts so that I won’t keep you waiting even more (because it would have taken me a few more days to write everything). So here is part one of chapter 23. Hope you will enjoy it~ ^^ 


“What do you mean you lost them?! Are you fucking stupid?! You incompetent shits are good for nothing!”

“We are sorry, boss! He saw us coming.”

“Of course he did, you idiot! He’s been a member of the group ever since he was child, he knows how we do things. Don’t ever underestimate him, and cut it with the excuses, they make me sick!”

“What should we do now?”

“What should you do? You should go shoot yourself, you idiot! Bring them here!”

“Yes, sir!”

The sound of the phone hitting the hard wood of the desk covered Namjoon’s low growls. What he hated the most was people failing to do their job, and lately that was happening too often.

“These bastards…”

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Pollink (Solangelo AU)

“That’s fucking sick, man.” I said.

    “Shit, really?” James quizzed. He was my thirty-some-odd costomer.

    “Yeah. Your girlfriend will love it.” Okay, I was totally lying. I had just tattooed a very large ‘DEBORAH’ on this man’s ass and frankly, it was disgusting. Should time come for Deborah to see it, I hope she isn’t repulsed by the smell of James. I can only pray for the fate of ‘Ann’ and ‘Cindy’.

    “Awesome. Thanks dude.” said James gratefully. He pulled up his pants. “What’s the damage?” he jested.

    “Three hundred. Just come to the register.” I replied. After James handed me the money I watched him leave and sighed. Thank god that’s over, now the end of my day can start. Or so I thought. The door squeaked, the bell clang and another man walked in. This one was shorter than me and probably younger too. His hair was black with clothes to match, save his pastel work apron. His olive face reminded me of the Italian woman I sometimes worked for.“You need something?”

    “Yeah, kind of.” he said, walking towards me and plopping a beautiful drawing of a poppy entangled with a peony onto my counter. “Could you do this for me?” he asked.

    “Yes.” I said immediately. “I just need to draw up a quote.” I pulled out a paper and began filling it out. “Does it symbolize something? I mean, no offense but most guys don’t want flowers tattooed on them.”

    “Really?” he replied, the sarcasm practically oozing. I look up at him skeptically. His face reddens slightly, then he gives me a better answer. “Remembrance and healing.”


    He rolls his eyes. “That’s what the flowers stand for. The poppy is remembering, obviously. The peony is healing. I just- I’ve lost a few people and I wanted a reminder…”

    I nodded. That I could understand. “Where do you want it? Err - the tattoo I mean.” Now it was my turn to blush. Which was ridiculous. I am a grown ass man.

    My new costomer looked as if he were were holding back a laugh as he pointed to his forearm. “The stems,” he said, trailing his finger downwards to his hand. “here. And the flowers,” he tapped his wrist. “here.”

    “Nice. That will look really good. Great spot for it too.” I say, nodding. “Will it be your first getting a tat?” I questioned, looking him up and down. His visible skin was bare and milky white. My arms looked odd in comparison to his, what with the ink coloring most of my deeply tanned skin. And let’s face it, he’s a bit of a cutie.

    I turned back to my quote form. There was only one thing left to fill in. “Name?” I asked, realising I didn’t know yet.

    A hint of a smile played on his lips. “Nico.” he answers, voice light. I laughed in a friendly manner.

    “All right Nico,” I said, tasting his name on my lips. I decide I like it. “you just need to sign here. I’ll have your quote for you in a couple days.” Then I slid the paper and pen to him from across the counter. I stayed focused on his face as he signed.He looked up and I moved around the register to shake his hand before he left. We shook. I smiled. Then he turned to leave. “See you, Nico.”

    “Thanks,” then he paused, glancing down at my shirt. “Will.” he finshed. By the time he opened the door I couldn’t stand it anymore.

    “Hey, Nico!”

    He turned to face me at a speed unknown to man. “Yeah, Will?”

    “Where can I find you?”

    “The flower shop down the road. Work hours.” Then he winked. He fucking winked and disappeared behind door.

    I looked down and shook my head, laughing. My smile doesn’t fade as I turn to the register and look down at the quote. Upon further inspection, I notice seven large digits sprawled across the bottom. “That sly bugger.”

*three months later*

    I was so fucking done with his shit. My cousin, Octavian, was one hell of an ass hat. He not only expected me to organize his family reunion, but to pick a damn flower arrangement? I’m not even invited! I walk fiercely into Fiori della Luna and slap my money on the counter.

    Nico looks up from his book, clearly surprised. “Will? You’re here early.”

    “How do you say 'Fuck you’ passive aggressively in flower?”

    Nico just smirks and pulls off his glasses. He moves to his selection of vases and picks a nice tall one. I watch him in surprise, I won’t lie, I expected a little more… resistance. Nico sees my expression and lets on an amused smile.

    “Octavian, huh?” he says. I can’t believe he was so quick to interpret. I sit down on a chair by the till. My hand passes through my hair as he bustles about the shop.


    Nico plucks flowers from bins three at a time, then finally brings them all back to the counter. “Here,” he says, laying his selection down. He points to each type of flower as he speaks. “Geraniums for stupidity, foxglove for insincerity, don’t touch that one it’s poisonous!” I pull my hand back. “Meadowsweet for uselessness, yellow carnations for 'you have disspointed me’, and orange lillies for hatred.”

    I get up to stand behind him, hugging his midriff as he works. My head rests on his. “You, love, can work miracles.” I say. I can’t see his face, but I imagine he’s smiling. He looks so beautiful when he smiles. We stand in a comfortable silence while he arranges the bouquet. Finally, he wraps it all up in white cloth and places it into the vase. I lean down and kiss the back of his neck, more satisfied than I’ve been in weeks.

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Summery: You and Negan were married before all of this happened and you lost him at the begging of all of this. he thought you were dead until he saw you at the lineup.

Word Count: 2051

Note: Italics are Flashbacks

Warnings: Negan Is a warning himself….

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update on opinion: I’m glad to see a response put out so quickly, and appreciate the amount of thought that went into the designs they chose, even if I don’t agree that they were the best choices. It seems like a genuine apology, and covers a bunch of the stuff I’d felt (esp re: merle and him… not just being one trait, but how that still has to be taken into consideration, even if intentions are good, and how the characters were not originally played with representation in mind- thus ending with characters that can be picked apart and reduced to negative stereotypes if you choose to ignore that they aren’t just those traits. This is if they are chooseing to 100% stick to the original script, which they have the option not to do, technically) 

Again like, thats my understanding of this and I’m not expecting that anyone agree with me on that or trying to downplay the criticisms and concerns of people who’s voices matter more on these types of issues.

White Widow - Part 3

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 (Smut)| PART 10 (Final)

Character Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: When the reader loses her fiance to Hydra, she is sent to the Avengers compound for her protection. Forced to share the guest house with the famous assassin, the Winter Soldier, she must learn to cope with her loss and her new roommate. All this, while trying to solve the mystery of why Hydra is now hunting her.

Warnings: Getting a little fluffy, Bucky with a gun

Characters this chapter: Bucky Barnes

It was two whole weeks later when he finally spoke to me again.

The nightmares hadn’t stopped. If anything they’d gotten worse.

One night, amidst my thrashing and crying, I must have screamed out. I shot out of bed, not yet realizing the scream I’d heard had come from me.

Just as I processed what happened, my door swung open.

Bucky appeared, pointing a handgun right at my face.

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All In Part 1

Here ya go, finally a new series. I’m super excited about this one. My semester is coming to an end and I have a lot of inspiration recently so I should be updating this one quite often.

Word Count: 1,549

Genre: Idk,,, is slice of life a thing for fics?

“Where’s coach Lee?” you heard the whole crowd in front of you complain while you set up the field for try outs. It was a beautiful sunny day, you could have been enjoying it with your friends doing something fun in this dead city, but here you were, stuck, doing the try outs for the stupid boys varsity soccer team. Your coach (the man everyone in front of you wanted you to be) had gotten into a minor car accident only 2 days before try outs, and instead of postponing like any other normal person would have, he sent you to conduct them. To be fair, everyone saw potential in you. Only 2 years into your life at this school and you’d lead your team to winning national both years, and for the first time in over a decade in your freshman year. You pulled out a clip board with a single sheet of lined paper and a pen, holding it out to the crowd in front of you.

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The Butcher and The Blonde

Prompt: You have a nasty encounter with the Butcher and Morgan comes in to protect you.

“I’m right here, if you need me just look.” Morgan reassured, rubbing your back as you stood outside the door, the only thing separating you from a man who had killed over 20 women who shared one trait with you, blonde hair.

“Why do I have to do this?” you asked once again, not expecting an answer, rather just showing Morgan and Rossi how uncomfortable you were in this situation. 

“You’ll do fine Y/N, just go in and pick up the files, I need to see how he reacts, you don’t even have to talk to him.” Rossi explained once again. You gave them both one last look before opening the door and entering the small room, heading straight towards the table with files sprawled out across it.

“Hello beautiful.” the Butcher smirked. He may have been old but he was immediately interested. You gave him the cold shoulder, completely ignoring his comment. “You’re body is beautiful, and that hair.” he said once again, shifting in his seat. “The things I would do to you.”

“Back off old man.” you spoke harshly, not letting your hands slow down as you put every file one at a time back in the box.

“Feisty, I would love to just cut into you. That perfect skin, the blade would go perfectly through, like butter.” he continued, ignoring your warning. “And then after I was done torturing you, I would make a little exception.” he started. “I normally don’t touch my play toys, but with you, I just might have to.” you didn’t even have to look at Morgan for him to know that the Butcher had just crossed a line, he showed this by storming into the room, letting the glass door slam against the wall.

“Come on Y/N.” he spoke, placing a protective arm around you and escorting you out of the room, the box only half filled, still on the counter.

“I would’ve loved to hear you scream.” the Butcher muttered, a smirk on his face as he watched you leave. Morgan pushed you out of the room and turned, walking angrily over to the Butcher.

“You speak to her like that one more time and I break every bone in your body, you get that.” he whispered, in a hushed but furious tone, his face close with the Butchers. 

“Ahh I see, you already have that little diamond in the sack, bummer, then again, that’s never stopped me before.” the old man smirked, his face disgusting even you who was unaware of the words that went along with it. Morgan turned and walked out, going directly towards you who were leaning up against a desk, your hands tucked in between your legs as though it was an instinct. 

“Come here.” he spoke before wrapping you in his arms tightly. You closed your eyes, letting your body melt into his breathing. 

do you all have any idea how much i am struggling to pick a favourite season for “delena forever appreciation week” like hear me out

season 1 was amazing because it’s where it all started, it’s when damon without even realizing it fell in love with her. we have their best roadtrip where their friendship begun and where she saved his life, we have damon being there for elena while stefan was a ripper. there’s just so many things in that season that made delena what it is now

in season 2 we got the best redemption storyline, we have damon making a mistake that he had to spent the rest of the season apologizing for, we have the scene where he confessed his love for her and made her selflessly made her forget about it too. we have great sexual tension in some scenes and others that helped further develop and add layers to their friendship/later relationship

in season 3 we have damon always being there for her, we have elena falling in love with damon while not wanting to admit me, we had the most amazing sexual tension season of them all, we finally had a kiss after three years and their friendship/trust levels rose to a limit that we could never imagine it even reaching

season 4 we had damon literally being the only one that accepted her as a vampire while everyone tried to fix her. we have the beginning of their relationship and the struggles and drama that came with it because of the cure and the sire bond. we have the proof of just how far they came despite 95% of their friends and family being against them

season 5, unarguably their most aesthetic season, we had some of their best moments of them both working as a team and also some of their most tender moments as a boyfriend and girlfriend while still having the angst and sexual tension that made delena what delena is now. they defied universe in this season, quite literally, and they still won all the battles they had to win

season 6, okay listen when did they become so cheesy, like the scenes after 6 years of being together. THE S-C-E-N-E-S in this season. him making sure she eats before going to work despite her being a vampire, damon literally proposing, them talking about kids, listen this whole season, after the whole starting drama with damon’s “death” and elena’s memories which those two first episodes were some of the best things i’ve seen on television hands down. but other than that we had such amazing scenes that showed us just how far their relationship came

and after all of this, you are expecting me to pick ONE season? how? literally how? each and every single one of these is so important. each of these seasons made delena what delena is now. the best ship on the planet, a ship that ruined any other ship for me. you aint never seeing me actually hardcore shipping anything else

Heart Of Stone

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Heart Of Stone 

—-Thranduil—ft, Legolas 

He was heartless, cruel, and cunning. He was the king of Mirkwood, and he made sure everyone knew about it. He was feared by many, for being cold hearted after his wife’s death, but she thought he was just in pain. 

She saw the words that spit hate out of those plump pale lips, she saw the fury displayed within his eyes, she doubted the rumors about the heartless king, she paid no mind, and ignored them. She was always one to give others a chance. She paid no mind to those who warned her ,’ do not work in the palace, for the king treats its maids like they are nothing ‘ She did not pay attention and went on to the palace to start her first day of work. She al.ways kept her head down, she was slightly nervous and afraid, yet she tried thinking about happy thoughts, yet they diminished into thin air. 

She was to serve the king his meal, she was not ready, after all it was her very first day and she had to serve the king, it was normal for her to be a nervous wreck. She made sure her uniform which consisted of a long light green dress with a white apron and her hair into one braid that fell down to her waist. She rolled her sleeves up and grabbed the tray and walked into the dining room, she kept her head down and placed all the plates on the table. 

“You… Bring Prince Legolas his meal as well” She gulped at the sound go his voice, it was cold and piercing like ice. She nodded and bowed, still keeping her face hidden. she walked back into the kitchen and brought out a plate of lembas bread and some berry jam and a tray of salad and another glass. She walked into the dining room and placed all of it in front of legolas in which he politely thanked her, she, being the sweet mannered elf she was smiled and said,” You’re welcome, Prince Legolas” 

“You are not to speak to Prince Legolas, you peasant !” Yelled Thranduil. She felt like cowering down at the sound of his powerful voice echoing off the tall ceiling. 

“My Lord please-”Legolas tried to speak, but Thranduil held out his hand. 

She was in shock and began to doubt her decisions. 

“How dare a measly peasant speak to a royal ?” Thranduil sneered 

She was growing angrier each time Thranduil insulted her ‘peasant’ ‘nobody’ ‘lowly servant’ ‘waste of space’ ,But one thing made her break 

“Your father and mother are a disappointment for raising such an inconsiderate and ill mannered peasant “ 

That pushed her to her limit, she did not hold her tongue against the king, her mother and father fought for the Kingdom and were slaughtered, she was only a small child at the time, her family slaughtered and she was taken in by one of her family friends, but after the loyal her parents offered to the king to the extent they died and to just be called a ‘disappointment’ pushed her to the edge. 

She finally lifted her head, giving the king and Legolas a full view of her beautiful face. She spoke ,” You really are heartless ! To think i decided to give you the benefit of the doubt ! You have no right to speak about my parents, my parents that were slaughtered when i was just a child, all for you and this Stupid Kingdom! You dare yell at me for interacting with the Prince! The only reason why the prince speaks with us, is that his very own father is too busy being cruel and mourning instead of trying to be there for his very own son !” By this time small tears tricked down her pale skin. 

Legolas was agape at her beauty and strength and so was King Thranduil. She hurriedly bowed and ran out the door, Thranduil trailing her. 

“Wait!” he yelled. She tried picking up her paste but Thranduil’s long legs carried him much quicker. He pushed her onto the wall

“how dare you -” 

“Banish me, do whatever you want, i do not care, but know this Thranduil, you are no king, but a coward !” 

Then he did something no one expected him to do he slapped her . She fell onto the ground 

“You dare speak to your king this way!” 

She cried as she held her cheek,” You are not my king, you’re just a stone cold hearted coward, who finds pleasure in  tearing others apart for your own pleasure and comfort.” 

He stared at her surprisingly, he knew she was right, he felt guilty for hurting her, he just wanted to hold her and kiss her, She got up and ran away. Thranduil without knowing broke down in the hall. 

“Hîr Vuin” he whispered as he collapsed to the floor crying.

Maybe he wasn’t so heartless and cold after all……

itishebihime-samaforyou  asked:

Oh oh could you please do 12 from kisses prompt for Oikawa? I have no idea why but I want him pouty/angsty asdfghjkl Thank you and I hope you have a nice day! 😊❤

I hope you enjoy this! It’s a bit of a troupe, I know but I was struggling with a good scenario so I hope you like it! Also, thank you for the well wishes of a nice day, I hope yours is and was good. :D

Tooru Oikawa – Kissing Prompt #12 – Accidently being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart.

“Oh, _____-chan, yoohooo!” Oikawa calls your name. You pretend not to hear him, intent on having a good time without interference from him. What is he even doing here? He hates these types of parties which is the only reason you agreed to come in the first place; you were sure he’d never show up. How he can act so nonchalant grates on your nerves.

The setter can see you’ve heard him, the wince of your shoulders a dead giveaway which sends a tremor of sadness to his own heart. Apparently, you’re serious about the whole “not talking to him ever again” thing. He understands, mostly, but he’s determined to try again, determined to show you he can be better.

Reaching you, he touches your shoulder. Turning you fix him with an annoyed look. “What Oikawa?” you ask unkindly.

Keeping a faux smile on his face he asks gently, “Can I talk to you for a minute?” When you don’t move away from your group he adds, “Alone?”

“And if I say no?” you ask sipping your drink.

“Then I’ll just hang around you all night until you give in,” he half jokes shrugging his shoulders.

You glare at him; he’s stubborn enough to do it too. You’re sure if you really wanted to, you could get rid of him, but he’ll just try again another time so it’s best to nip this in the bud now. Casting a look at your friends, you huff dramatically and go up the stairs, Tooru following in your wake.

Once you’re out of the main room, the noise dies down considerably, once loud voices becoming a dull murmur mixed with the thumping beat of whatever dance craze music is playing. Rounding another corner, you stop next to a window, looking out of it.

Oikawa observes you, taking in your body language, the expression on your face (at least what he can see of it) letting him know you are in no way going to make this easy. Taking a deep breath, he says, “______-chan, I never meant to hurt you. You should know me better than that.”

Unable to keep yourself from speaking, you whip around, eyes blazing. “And you should know better than to continuously flirt with everything that has an XX chromosome when you have, or rather had, a girlfriend! I mean, come on, Tooru!”

Seized with his own irritation, Oikawa loses his polite façade, eyes narrowing and a slight scowl erupting over his face. “Well it would have helped if you’d let me know how you were feeling instead of bottling everything up and then just erupting one day in the middle of the quad! Do you know how embarrassed I was? How much crap I took for that?”

“No less than you deserve,” you say heatedly, “and don’t act like you didn’t know! How could you not see what that was doing to me?”

“Because I’m not a mind reader!” he shouts. “I can’t be expected to pick up on every little nuance you throw out! If you were upset, you should have told me!”

“I never should have been put into the position to need to tell you Tooru!”

Fed up with his arrogance and the loop de loop this conversation is headed towards, you move to go around him but a misstep on the carpet has you cannoning into him instead, the impact jolting both you from your equilibrium. Reacting quickly, Tooru wraps his arm around your waist, rotating on the ball of his foot to spin you back around. He hits the wall harder than he meant to but it’s better him than you; plus, counteracting gravity is no easy feat.  

Pressed together, both of you look into each other’s eyes, breaths mingling in panting exhales. Tooru’s eyes flick to your lips, remaining there. You smell like cinnamon and he wants nothing more than to kiss you senseless. You’re watching his lips too, unclear how you went from raging mad to on the cusp of kissing your ex-boyfriend.

Tooru’s heart is racing. Maybe if he just kisses you, he could remind you through actions how much he cares about you since words obviously aren’t working.

He leans forward, lips about to brush against yours, when you’re wrenched backwards out of his arms.

He looks up and sees your best friend glaring daggers at him, her hand firmly clutching the back of your jacket. “I knew it was a bad idea to let you go off alone together,” she says with irritation. Pulling you along she continues, “Come on, we’re leaving. The company here is nauseating.”

Behind you, a frustrated sound between a whine and a groan leaves Tooru’s lips; lips that still ache to taste yours. Because for as much as you drive him crazy, you drive him wild too and he wants you back. With a determined look, he rights himself. This isn’t over yet.  

The Story Of Us | Shawn Mendes Imagine

(a/n): hello again! I hope you like this new imagine! and remember my ask box is open for requests 💕💕

prompt: Shawn and (y/n) have come a long long way.

i) the first encounter.

College wasn’t easy for anyone, especially when working came into the mix, which is why you enjoyed vacation time so much. You and your two best friends had saved money the entire year so you could go on your dream vacation: Disney World and Universal Orlando. The three of had been there when you were little, but being there together was different. 

The weather in Florida was hot, and the day you had had chosen to visit Universal Studios was announced as the hottest day of the entire summer, but that didn’t stop you from running around, though you were close to vomit after riding the Rip Ride Rockit, and after seeing what you were interested in at Universal Studios, you hopped in the Hogwarts Express and entered Island of Adventure. You decided to leave shopping for later, but you couldn’t resist a grey hoodie with Ravenclaw written on bit blue letters, plus your house’s crest on the elbow. Your friends didn’t really get your obsession with Harry Potter, but they supported you anyway. Except when the heat reached its peak and so did the line for Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey, they both told you that they were going to see around, and for a second you were tempted to take the solo ride in order to not leave your friends alone for such a long time, but someone talked you out of it…

“I wouldn’t take the solo ride if I were you… I mean, it won’t take you this long but the setting is amazing! The Herbology classroom, Dumbledore’s office, Gryffindor Common Room… Though I’m not sure you are very interested on the last one,” a tall boy with prominent bone structure told you with a smile. You were surprised at first since you weren’t very used to strangers talking to you, but you returned him a smile and started a conversation.

“Gryffindor Common Room? Yeah right, you need a password to get into. while we, Ravenclaws, use our intelligence to solve a riddle. Forgive me if I’m not very interested in your Common Room” you teased him and he smiled again.

“Right, you Ravenclaws think you’re all smart just by answering a few riddles” he said and you gasped.

“We don’t think we are smart, we are smart! The only thing you Gryffindors do is pick up fights and then pretend you are all brave, plus, Gryffindors are arrogant.” Come on.” you found yourself liking this conversation more than you expected, you didn’t even notice how much the line had moved since you arrived.

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“If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive.” 
- Audre Lorde 

This is why I really love labels. Labels protect me. Labels unite me with those who support and love me. 

How dare the post modern cult steal my labels and change them so they don’t shield me anymore?
How dare they disregard my shelter, denying it’s very existence?
How dare they strip me of my safeguards in the name of “inclusivity”? 

My labels protect me from their crushing questions 
“are you sure you’re not trans?”
“maybe you just have a lot of internalized transphobia?”
“why do you dress like a man if you don’t want to be a man?” 
“how can you know you’re a lesbian if you’ve never tried it with a man?”
“why can’t you just hearts not parts with us?” 
“why don’t you shave your legs?”
“what are your pronouns?”
“how do you identify?” 
“why don’t you support us?” 
“can’t I can be that too if I want?”
“who are you to define these labels?”

I refuse to be a product of your expectations. I refuse to fulfill your fantasies with my pain and confusion. I refuse to let you pick me apart, eating away my confidence and understanding and peace and community. 

My sisters are my home, my rock; my family. My loved ones deserve security, my family has a right to their own home, my people have a right to peacefulness.

How dare the sexually fluid beings infect our home? 
How dare they ravage our peace with their ignorance? 
How dare they erase us?
How dare they steal our names?

They are trying to erase us, trying to dilute and dissolve us from existence. Our love for each other tethers us, we are a powerful sisterhood, your disgusting attempts to counterfeit our love and infect us will not succeed. 

I am a radical feminist; I love all women and want liberation for us. Not a TERF, not a SWERF, not ignorant of 3rd Wave Feminism, not trans hating, not ugly, not a witch, not a bigot, not someone with a victim complex. 

I am gender non conforming; I am not feminine. Not a man, not male identified, not on the masc end of the gender spectrum, not a wanna be man, not just too lazy to shave, not masc privielged, not a he-she. 

I am detransitioned and dysphoric. Not a self hating trans man, not a trans man with internalized transphobia, not mistaken, not a fake, not here to convert you, not here to shame you for your transition, not cisgender. 

I am a lesbian. Not queer, not Women Loving Women, not gynosexual, not a homo, not allosexual, not predatory, not sinful, not disgusting, not not a vagina fetishist. 

I am a woman; an adult human female. Not a bleeder, a uterus haver, not a female identified or women identified person, not cisgender, not AFAB, not a bitch. 

These are my labels. They protect me and unite us, they embody my identity. They are my names, they are my homes, they are my sisters. Our roots will always connect us and always be a part of us. We will not be erased, modified or ignored; we’re here to stay, with our labels. 

anonymous asked:

Poll for everyone on a Sunday afternoon: dog or cat? You can't say both, you must pick one. (Don't worry, I won't report you to Her Royal Catness Eddie if you say dog). :)

OMG Anon, that’s so unfair!!!!! How do expect me to pick one over the other? I think I just might have a panic attack. Somebody help me. Seriously, I’m headed towards meltdown mode.

Ahem! If you insist. I’m going with dogs since I have three of my own who are absolutely wonderful.

Anyone else want to pick between two of the most precious things on earth?

Alice 🐇🐶🐱