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Out of My Hands - Prologue

Character: Castiel

Warning: Arranged marriage

Word Count: 924

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Summary: After being abducted by angels, you are taken to Heaven and told that you have no choice but to marry one of their kind. His name is Castiel.


           A union in the planning for hundreds of years, and it all comes to a climax in your day and age. You’re not even sure it serves a purpose anymore, but the older of the two worlds involved is determined to see it happen nonetheless. The angels had explained the reasoning behind the union the day they abducted you, but you could tell they really don’t care, and they’re only seeing this through because they have to. It’s one of those things that, if ignored, will elicit punishment. You don’t remember why this has to happen, and truth be told, you don’t care.

           For an angel, you suppose Castiel isn’t the worst of them, but that doesn’t mean you want to marry him. The way he behaves tells you that he’s apprehensive of this plan as well, but you can also tell that he’s very submissive and obeying of his superiors.

           Angels are advocates for incredibly arcane marriage rules, or maybe they never got around to moving on from the dark ages. Some feathered bitch read out a list of said rules to you at some point. Castiel is not obligated to see you beyond the wedding day and the following night, but you are required to obey his beck and call. You are not permitted to speak in his presence unless he explicitly gives you permission to do so, nor are you allowed to travel anywhere outside of the home without his approval. The list goes on, but they all spell out a patriarchal, dictator-style relationship.

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elliepeachie  asked:

I don't know much about swing, but your AU sound super cute! Do you have any Oisuga swing headcanons? Also I have a little like idea for my next multi-chp fic, Oisuga stripper AU? Like I think they'd be like the best omg.


under the cut is a bit of my Oisuga Thesis i majored in oisuga i am a recent graduate at OSU (OiSuga University) i know what im talking about i am an Professional in the field


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Categorically or Alphabetically

Originally posted by ubiworks

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

Based on Anonymous Prompt: Hi! Can you write a story where reader and Bucky are together and Bucky has to go undercover where he’s the lover of some other girl, but reader doesn’t know and she sees them together and misunderstandings happen and they almost break up?? ANGST PLEASE !!! Thank youuu

A/N: AH sorry I didn’t post all week!  It was my last week of film classes, and I had to finish my final project (still not 100% done) and also I edited a 20 minute video of video and pictures of my whole class since freshman year and now I’m rambling, but the basic point of this is that I bit of a lot more than I can chew this past week and hopefully I’m gonna get a handle on life next week (yeah right).  Anyway, I really like this one.  Hope you do too!

Tagging @pleasecallmecaptain @mattymattymerduck @writingbarnes and @kissofvenom922.


“Where’s (Y/N)?” Bucky says, walking into the kitchen where all the Avengers are sitting down to eat breakfast.

“I don’t know.”

“Beats me.”

“Haven’t seen her.”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.  You’re an early riser, and you never miss breakfast with the team if you can help it.

“Did anyone go check on her?” he asks and everyone shakes their head.

“If she’s not here, it’s probably because she needs some space,” Nat says practically, spreading butter on her toast nonchalantly.  “Don’t worry about your girlfriend, Barnes.”  

But Bucky can’t help but worry about you.  And so, a few minutes later, he finds himself exiting the elevator for your floor, walking down the hallway to your bedroom.

He finds the door closed, something unusual for you.  You typically leave everything open, always ready to receive visitors.  He comes up to the door and knocks softly on it.

“(Y/N)?” he calls quietly, wondering if you’re awake.  He doesn’t hear an answer.  “(Y/N)?  Doll?”  He lifts his hand up to knock again.

“Go away, Bucky.”  

Bucky’s hand drops in shock at the open hostility in your voice.  


“I don’t want to talk to you right now,” you reply, your voice muffled and croaky.

“Doll, are you sick?” he asks, his voice rising in concern.  

“Yeah, it feels like my chest has been ripped open,” you reply.  “Oops, sorry, that’s just the feeling of my heart being broken into a million pieces.  My mistake.”

Now Bucky is confused and concerned.

“Doll,” he pleads.  “Please let me in.”  He waits for the sound of your voice and hears you sigh quietly.

“It’s open.”  Bucky pushes the door open and his heart literally drops into his stomach.  

You’re lying on your bed, under a pile of blankets.  Your eyes are red, your skin puffy, not even bothering to hide the tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Doll, what’s wrong?” Bucky asks, crossing the room to be closer to you, but you shake your head, stopping him in his tracks.

“Don’t,” you say shortly.  “Don’t be all nice to me, don’t call me doll, don’t even smile at me.  Because then I’ll forgive you.”

“Forgive me for what?” Bucky asks.  “What have I done?”

“You remember David?” you ask.  “That S.H.I.E.L.D. analyst?”

“The one that has a crush on you?” Bucky says, fighting the growl that creeps into his voice, but ultimately failing.  You shake your head impatiently.

“Don’t,” you say again and Bucky winces at the cold in your voice.  “Anyway, he sent me some pictures last night.  Pictures of you.”

“Pictures of me?” Bucky asks, still confused.

“I trust you,” you say quietly.  “I trust you completely, you know.  Maybe that’s why it sucks so much.  Because I wouldn’t have ever found out.”

“Found out what?” Bucky asks, dread settling in the pit of his stomach.

You gesture to the tablet on your desk and Bucky picks it up.  It flickers on, and he’s met with the sight of him.  Kissing another woman.

“(Y/N),” he says.  “It’s not what you think it is.”

“Tell me she was dying,” you say drily.  “Tell me you’re performing CPR.  You told me you were on an op last night.  But this is what you were doing.”

“No, I-”

“Look, Bucky,” you say, rolling over so that your back is to him.  You don’t see the pained look on his face, and it makes it easier to say everything you’ve been thinking for the past 12 hours.  “I was fine, before you came along.  Lonely, but fine.  And then I met you.”


“I told myself not to let myself get close to anyone.  Ever.  Because they can’t hurt you if you never let them in in the first place, right?  But you were you, and you were handsome and charming and caring and so incredibly out of my league and maybe one of the best people I’ve ever met.  And so I let you in, and I told myself that I’d be okay.  That everything would be okay.”

“It wasn’t-”

“You’re wonderful, Bucky, and I love you.”  Bucky’s eyes widen at your admission.  “I love you so much, and I just want you to be happy.  And if I’m not the one that makes you happy, then that’s how it is.  But I just…I didn’t want to find out like this.  And so I think it’s time we end this…whatever it is.”

“Doll,” Bucky says, fighting the growing panic.  “Doll, please.  Can I explain myself?”  You shrug, but Bucky sees the tension in your shoulders, the forced nature of the shrug.  And as he continues to stare at you, he sees the way your body moves, ever so slightly.  And he realizes you’re fighting back sobs.

“Doll,” he says, wanting nothing more than to reach out to you but knowing that the last thing you want is his touch.  “That was the op.”  He sees your body still.

“What?” you croak.

“I was undercover,” he says and you let out a shaky breath.

“God, I’m stupid,” you say.  “Well, please, just walk out of the room and leave me here to die.  God, I’m so embarrassed.”


“Don’t ‘doll’ me,” you reply, and you roll over so that your voice is muffled in the pillow now.   “I don’t deserve to be called doll.  I am so freaking stupid.”

Bucky shakes his head and crosses the remainder of the room, sitting down on the edge of your bed.

“You better not be sitting on my bed,” you groan.  “I can’t even look at you right now.  In fact, it’s probably best if we never see each other again.”

“Hey, look at me.”  Something in his voice makes you roll over so that you’re facing him.  “Hey.”

“Hey,” you say softly.  “So I’ve been an idiot.”


“Yes.  A massive idiot.  A huge imbecile.  A cotton-headed ninnymuggins.”

“A what?”

“Remind me that we have to watch Elf.”  Bucky smiles and you realize what you just said.  “I mean, you have to watch Elf.  Because we’re never going to see each other again after this.”


“No, I was jealous and petty,” you say, shaking your head.  “I turned into the jealous, possessive, obsessive girlfriend.”

“No,” Bucky corrects.  “You didn’t go seeking those pictures out.  Who sent them to you?”

“David,” you say begrudgingly.

“Exactly,” Bucky says.  “So can we maybe admit that David does have a crush on you and therefore had ulterior motives in sending you those pictures?  And maybe I can finally beat him up with your blessing now?”

“I will agree with the first part,” you say.  “But I don’t want you to so much as touch him-”

“Relax, I was joking,” Bucky says.  “Scoot over.”  Begrudgingly, you shift to your right and Bucky lays down next to you, both of you staring straight up at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry,” you say.  “For believing that you would ever do something like that.”

“I’m sorry too,” he says.  “For making you believe, even for a second, that I would ever have eyes for anyone besides you.”

“That’s not-”

“That’s not what?”

“Not a you problem,” you say.  “I…if we’re being honest, I’ve always found it hard to believe that you would pick me.  I guess I’ve always been waiting for you to get tired of me.”

“O ye of little faith,” Bucky jokes, but you don’t miss the note of hurt in his voice.

“It’s not that I don’t think you’re an amazing person,” you say quickly.  “Like, you’re the type of person that cheats on other people.  I know you, and you’re loyal to a fault.  I’m just…me.  I’m nothing special, so I guess I never really understood what you saw in me.”

Bucky doesn’t respond, and for a minute, you wonder if he’s going to leave.  And then you feel his arms wrap around you as he pulls you closer to him.

“Well then,” he says, and you can just feel his breath against your ear.  “You want me to list it?”

“List what?” you ask.

“Everything that I see in you,” he says matter-of-factly.  “I can go categorically or alphabetically.”


“I’m also gonna have to correct you on one point,” Bucky says.  


“You’re wrong, that you’re nothing special,” he says, planting feather-light kisses on your neck.  “You’re everything special.”

~woody abode

yo this goes out to all the klaroline lambs who have been nothing but awesome pre and post klaroline coital. you’re the best, we’re the best, kc is the best. also, this is only part 1 of 859903493 because there’s obviously no way klaus and caroline only frick fracked once. enjoy.

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