Request: I would love a Bucky smut where he and reader have to go undercover as a married couple.
Summary: You were supposed to go on an undercover mission with Steve, not the man you despised- James Buchanan Barnes.
Warnings: smut, slight angst
A/N: This was the first attempt for an old request that I ended up writing a whole different story for and I reread what I had written and decided I didn’t actually hate it. So, I finished it and thought I’d post it. Here you go! Also, it’s 5:09 in the morning, I haven’t gone to bed yet, and I just finished writing this so I do apologize if anything is incoherent. Enjoy!
“You’ve got to be shitting me, Steve! I am not going on the mission with him.” You pointed at Bucky, dropping your bag to the ground.
“Nat needs me on a mission with her, (Y/N), you two will get along fine.” He smiled and rested his hands on your shoulders. “I swear, it’ll be a painless mission. Just pretend you’re a married couple attending the wedding, alright?”
“I can’t pretend to be married to him! He’s an ass!” You backed out of Steve’s grasp, frustrated that you knew there was no other option. “Damn it, Steve.” You sighed.
“Please, (Y/N).” He shot you his famous puppy dog eyes and pouted his lip.
“Fine, but you fucking owe me one.” You picked up your bag and pushed passed him, avoiding eye contact with Bucky as you approached the Quinjet.
“I thought Steve was going on the mission with you…” Clint spun around in the pilot’s seat, looking worryingly between the two of you.
“Steve’s out helping Nat with a mission, he asked me to take his place.” Bucky flashed a smile at Clint.
“Fair enough.” Clint turned, starting the engine.
You were fuming. You hated Barnes; the two of you couldn’t be in the same room together for more than five minutes without chewing each other out. Barnes was just going to complicate things, he was going to ruin the mission.
“Be safe you guys!” Clint called to the two of you as you stepped out of the jet, and started walking into the airport terminal. You thanked Clint for having an inside friend at the airport, allowing him to land there and not in some random field.
don’t ever remember my dad being normal. He was always a little
strange. The man was secretive and closed off, and all his attempts at
acting like a father rose the hairs on the back of my neck. It seemed
forced. I don’t think I ever got used to that. There was no need,
because he didn’t keep that up for long. By the time I was 5, I didn’t
have a dad. What I had after that was a boss. Maybe an owner. Definitely
not a dad.
He fully opened up as a person around that time. He brought a little
girl into our home. She was small, but she was older than myself, too.
Maybe 7 or 8. Her face was red and raw with tears. “Sam, this is your
new little sister, Maria.” Before I could react, she spoke up between
small sobs. “No, mister. I don’t know you. My name is Claire. Please
take me home to my mommy, I promise that I won’t tell.” By the time she
finished what she was saying, she was barely forming coherent sentences.
That’s when I saw my Dad stop being my dad. With one fluid motion, he
swung his arm, hitting her in the face and knocking her back on her ass.
I jumped up, too afraid and confused to do much of anything, but
still frightened nonetheless. I was young, but I’d seen enough
television to know that normal families didn’t do these things. “Sam,
you sit your ass down or I’ll put you in the ground, you hear me?” Thus
marked the loss of my father. Later, as I listened to the quiet cries of
the girl, now locked in the room next to mine, he sat me down and
explained that he wasn’t my father. He told me things a 5 year old
should never hear. My life changed forever. I was a mistake.
The little girl was with us for a while. My dad left me at home while
he went to the mall, buying all kinds of nice things for Maria. Claire.
Whatever. He probably blew $500. The weeks afterward were strange,
disgusting, and violent all at the same time. At the best, she would
play along with his games and he would be happy. At the worst, I would
have to listen to her screams as he did unspeakable things to her in the
next room. After, when the screaming would stop, he would come to me
and give me the same speech.
“This happens because you aren’t right, you understand? You should
have been born a girl. We wouldn’t have to do this. She’s going to die
someday because you’re trash.” He would walk to the door and finish with
“Remember, Sam. No one out in that world will ever love you. If you try
to leave, I’ll find you and I’ll kill you.”
Maria died about three months after my dad took her. This day wasn’t
her first attempt at escape, but instead it was her last. Truly, I do
not know if my father meant to kill her or not. He became consumed in
his rage and I fought back tears as he continued to hit her and hit her,
over and over again. Her little light went out as she choked on blood,
gurgling sounds coming from her throat. She was buried in our back yard,
right next to the playset that my father bought a year before. After
that, he became nervous to the point where he packed me up and we
started off on the road.
We lived like that for years. Sometimes, we’d live somewhere as long
as a year, but that was the extent of it. On a good year, he’d take two
or three girls without so much as a second look. People didn’t
necessarily suspect him, though. He was a psycho, but the man was smart
too. He would falsify documents and references, getting himself jobs as
close to children as possible. I remember, one time, he was hired on to
be an ice cream truck driver. He snatched up a little girl he called
Gloria right in front of her house. He somehow managed to finish his
route, too. She only lasted two months.
What do you do when one of paris’ most superlatively handsome heros comes knocking on your balcony door? You would panic first, right? Like, what does he want; why is he here; should I prepare something? Any and all those thoughts might run through your head I’m guessing. But what does Marinette Dupain-Cheng do when a certain leather-clad feline comes a knocking?
She gets pissed…cause duh, right?
And it wasn’t even like she was pissed at him exactly. It was more just that he happened to appear at the apex of her shitty day. Every single client the 23 year old had that afternoon was completely and utterly shitty human beings. And she gets it, a lot of schools in the area were picking up the american custom of having end of the year dances, for socializing and shit. But if she had to hear another shitty 17 year old complain about how the applique on her dress doesn’t absolutely “shimmer” in the moonlight and how the dress doesn’t make her ASS look like that american rapper Nicki Minaj’s (Which by the way if you’re gonna use french in your stage name PICK A REAL FRENCH WORD). She was ACTUALLY going to cut someone.
So it wasn’t his fault that he happened to knock on the balcony door to her apartment. Also wasn’t his fault that she happened to be in the middle of her 3rd alteration of the SAME dress at the time. But that didn’t stop her from viciously slamming open her door, rage blazing in her eyes.
“WHAT?” She roared
Her attitude instantly vanished, however, as Chat Noir collapsed into her arms. She grabbed onto his waist to keep him upright but his harsh hiss kept her hands at bay. She felt a wetness on her hand, it wasn’t raining out so it couldn’t be good. She looked down and sure enough Chat had contracted a sizeable cut above his hip and in different places along his torso.
“Holy shit!” was all she could really comment “Adrien, what happened!?”
They had long since found out each other’s identity. 21st birthdays mixed with intimate truth or dare and too many margaritas will do that kind of thing to you. But the lucky part was that nothing ever really changed for them. If anything, it made their civilian lives that much easier. Now, if anything went wrong they knew exactly where to go for safety.
Guess this was one of those times huh?
“Mari” Chat groaned out pitifully, body slumped over her petite frame
She didn’t allow him to say anything else as she carefully helped him onto the couch. She laid him down gently and rushed to get a bowl and some cool water. Returning back he didn’t look too good, hair matted from sweat and eyes squeezed shut in pain. She gingerly picked up his head and laid it in her lap. She pressed the wet cloth to his biggest cut and pressed down, shushing him softly to soothe his pain.
She looked into his eyes for an explanation “What happened? Was it a really bad akuma?”. Her heart only sank as he remained silent.
“Oh god it was, wasn’t it? Fuck, if I wasn’t so swamped with work I could’ve been there for you. You wouldn’t be like this. Adrien I’m so sorry” He lifted his hand and gently stroked her cheek. A gentle smile graced his features and she felt like bursting into tears that very moment.
“Please don’t cry, Mari” He said, his voice warmer than a summer’s breeze “I didn’t lose to an akuma. Just to a very old cat and a very sturdy tree.”
At first it didn’t click, she was far too wrapped up in her guilt ridden emotions. But then, ever so slowly, the words sunk in further and further
“Could you say that again for me please?” She said a little too sweetly “I just want to make sure I heard you correctly”
“Oh! I just said that these cuts are from me saving a pretty old cat from a tree” He scratched his head bashfully “old beast was not too appreciative and scratched me up pretty good and the tree kinda finished the job”
She stood up abruptly, knocking chat off the couch and onto the floor.
“Noooo” Chat whined as she stormed off “Don’t leave me here to perish in the cold!”
A blanket, quite unceremoniously, pelted him in the face “BUNDLE UP BITCH”
“Someone’s got their chiffon in a knot” He pouted “what? You missed your monthly ‘designer’s digest’ issue?”
Marinette sat back on the couch wordlessly, only speaking to ask him to drop his transformation so she could patch him up. Her speech was so…professional that he dropped it immediately, worried that he might’ve pushed her buttons a little too hard.
“Hey Mari, you know I was only kidding right?” this silent treatment was a bit of a first for him, he hadn’t meant to offend her, only poke at her a little “I didn’t mean all that stuff I said. I really am sorry”
He tried putting on his best sad face, nudging his head into her in the hopes that it’d melt her heart enough to forgive him. She sighed and put his head back into her lap.
“I’m not mad chat.” She said, preparing a disinfectant cloth “there’d be no point in that”
He breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn’t totally convinced but at least she wasn’t gonna kick him out of the house
“That being said, you tear up the shirt I made you. Sooooo, you deserve this entirely”
Adrien’s eyes shot open wide as a stinging, searing pain shot through his whole side. He moved to shoot up in his seat but, surprisingly, Marinette was pretty strong and held him down, giggling the entire time. A disinfectant cloth slapped to the cut would teach him a lesson or two
“OH MY GOD THAT HURTS SO FUCKING BAD” he howled out
“I know right? You must be so sorry for playing with my emotions and tearing up that shirt aren’t you?”
“I WAS ATTACKED!?!? GET THIS SHIT OFF ME!”
“That’s interesting cause, see, that doesn’t sound like an ‘I’m sorry’ to me”
“YOU ARE SADISTIC”
“And you’re still screaming. I do have neighbors you know”
Adrien gritted his teeth as he tried to bear the burning sensation traveling all through his body “I’m sorry for tearing up the shirt and playing with your emotions even though I did nothing of the sort”
She pressed down on the cut harder
“I’M SORRY I’M SORRY YOU’RE RIGHT ENTIRELY MY FAULT. PLEASE SWEET MERCIFUL CHRIST LET GO!”
She took pity on his poor soul and finally released him. He rolled back onto the floor and scattered away behind her curtains
“I COULD HAVE DIED YOU PSYCHO”
Marinette was hardly perturbed “1.) I checked the bottle before-hand it was gonna sting regardless of what I did and 2.) you still have like 8 more lives, you’re fine”
Adrien was now in full pout mode “I’m not an actual cat you know. The american phrase ‘YOLO’ does actually apply to me”
“You’re so dramatic” she laughed. Scooting over on the furthest side of the couch, she stretched out her arms to lure him back to the sofa. He turned from her, refusing to even acknowledge her offer.
“Oh come on, kitty. I still have to wrap up your other cuts before they get infected”
He wrapped the curtains further up on his body “Better than dying from the shock of the pain!”
She rolled her eyes “I promise I’ll be gentler this time. And, I’ll make sure to tell you when the sting is coming”
He eyed her cautiously, coming out from behind the curtains and inching closer “I want free cuddles the rest of the night”
She sighed “fine, whatever you want”. It was like telling him he’d won the lotto, his perfect white teeth gleaming in a cheshire like grin. Adrien tossed himself on the couch, instantly slipping up her body and snuggling closely to her chest.
“You are so unbelievably spoiled you know”
“You know I think I can still feel the pain of the disinfectant. I wonder why?”
She laughed warmly and let him stay there for a while.
There was no way to really describe the relationship they had. On the one hand they were definitely friends; they had the occasional coffee meet-up with Alya and Nino, popped in on one another if they had a bad day and, duh, saved one another from certain death every now and again. They could go out and see other people, sure, but then they did things like this. Cuddle times where they just stayed silent and share body heat, sleeping in the same bed because one couldn’t be bothered to stay up enough to make the trek home, and even spending whole weekends just vegging out at home watching Totally Spies reruns on TV. It was a weird set up but if you asked Marinette if she would change anything, not a single second would be unmissed.
“Ok mon minou, let’s get you patched up before I have to clean your blood off my couch…again”
He begrudgingly agreed and left her warm hold, sitting with legs crossed and patiently awaited her medical care. She returned back with her famous “Chat almost died today” first aid kit and something thin and white sticking out from between her lips. It caught the blonde’s attention and his feline instincts began to flare up again. Nevertheless, he sat still,only moving to remove his shirt and give her space to wrap his body in bandages.
“There, all done” She said, ever so slightly proud of her work “You were a very good patient this time around kitty. Usually you’re so squirmish”
Even as she scritched his favorite spot behind his ear adrien still couldn’t get his mind off of whatever was occupying his lady’s mouth
“Uh Adrien? You ok?” She said waving a hand in front of his eyes. He blinked back to reality and smiled apologetically
“Sorry Mari guess I’m a little distracted” He laughed nervously. She shrugged it off as no big deal and left to warm up some leftovers for him.
Adrien watched her with childlike curiosity, he didn’t wanna be a real bother to her but it killed him not knowing what it was that was in her mouth. Even still, he hesitated on bringing it up, choosing instead to stuff his face with honey mustard glazed chicken and pasta.
It was maybe 20 minutes into their third episode when Adrien just stretched himself out flat onto her lap. She remarked on his keen ability to make “make himself at home” but it only went in one ear and out another as he watched her cheek poke out with the offending object.
He poked it
She switched it to the other side
He poked it again
She sat it in the middle while looking at him with a strange look on her face
He didn’t even notice as his long fingers kept poking around her face, expecting to flush it out from behind her lips
“Adrien!” She commanded, swatting his hands away “Will you please stop tha-”
“My lady, what is in your mouth?”
The question came out so abruptly that it caught her completely by surprise. She blinked confusedly at him. There was not a hint of joking attitude in his eyes so she took it out.
“It’s just a lollipop. See?” she placed it back over her tongue, sucking on it hard “Nothing special. Cherry flavor I think”
Adrien didn’t exactly know what to feel. Yes, he got the answer he’d been looking for but, at the same time, a cherry lollipop? Really?
“Why didn’t you say you got one?” He fussed
“Why do you care? Kitty, it’s just candy”
He didn’t really have a witty retort to that so he kept silent, rolling over in her lap and facing the TV. Marinette assumed he’d finally gave up so she settled back in her seat.
“I want one”
She groaned, rubbing her temples soothingly
“No, Kitty you may not have one”
Adrien poked out his bottom lip “Why not, you have one”
“Where do you keep them?”
“If I told you that it wouldn’t be a secret stash would it?”
He almost took offense to that “Why would you keep it a secret from me? Do you not trust me?”
“To not eat all my candy without me knowing? No”
“I’d replace it”
“Adrien the last time you ‘replaced’ my candy stash it ended up being more expensive than my rent”
He pulled her into a face squishing hug “Maaari let me have one”
She struggled to push away him away, he was stupidly strong when he wants something “No dammit let me go!”
Adrien finally released her and suddenly stood up. If she didn’t know any better she would’ve assumed that she got the hint. But, sadly, she did and, without remorse, glared him down.
“Chaton, don’t you fucking dare”
He shot out of the living room and into the bedroom down the hall. She chased after him, knowing exactly where he was going and for what. Just as she suspected, Adrien was making quick work of her room, sifting between the sheets and crawling beneath the bed.
“Quit it you fucking sugar addict!”
“Let me have my fix and I will!”
“Then the hunt continues!”
Her room was becoming an utter mess. Clothes were being tossed everywhere, it was like a horror movie. She forced him into a corner to maybe try and talk things out somewhat civilly but the blonde bastard just carefully scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, breaking out from the corner to just fuck up her room even more.
They were on the floor now, huffing and wheezing as they tried to catch their breath. Adrien looked everywhere, the sheets, under the bed, in the closet. He even took the ultimate risk and went through her drawers (The kick to his gut proved that that wasn’t too good of an idea). But still no sweets for a little blonde boy named Adrien
“Please tell me you quit” She huffed out
“It’s not fair” he whined “all I wanted was something sweet”
“I just fed you”
“Dessert is an important part of every meal”
He clambered up onto his feet and stumbled back, knocking into the wall behind him. There was a clamor from the top of Marinette’s closet. She prayed that he didn’t hear it….it was a stupid prayer let’s be real here.
“What’s in your closet”
“You looked in there yourself…nothing”
She didn’t dare move from the floor as he stared her down
“If I go over there right this very second, you’re not gonna move”
“I see no reason to do so”
The millisecond he moved toward that closet door she raced in between him and the doorway. A dark smile stretched across his lips. He moved in close and she could hear his heartbeat in her ears. He leaned down, his breath tickling her ears.
His voice made her knees weak “It’s in there, isn’t it my lady”
She sucked on her cherry blowpop harder and harder as she shook her head vigorously
“Then what did I hear in the closet. If it’s not what I’m looking for then what’s there to worry about?”
Her eyes looked everywhere but his own vibrant green ones. He knew what that tone of voice did to her and did it anyway.
Adrien snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her away from the door. His stares were so paralyzing she couldn’t say that she even noticed. They walked over to the bed and gently pushed her onto its soft sheets. He climbed atop of her, smoothing his hands across her skin
“Be a good girl and stay here, ok?”
This man could’ve told her to commit murder and all she’d need was a spoon and a name
He moved back over to the closet and rooted around its dark shelves. Eventually he noticed that the side wall was uneven. Sure enough, when he pressed down on it the panel fell away to a secret hole in the wall, complete with its own neatly painted shoe box.
“Hello my sweet”
He was a kitten on christmas coming out from that closet. Pressed close to his chest the box clearly said ‘Keep out, especially you kitty!” but he couldn’t care less, soon he would indulge himself in a sugar sweet paradise.
“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, THIEF”
Or at least he would if she didn’t break out of her lust induced trance
He bolted out of the room, eyes darting left and right for any kind of hiding space. Alas, it was no use. Marinette had him stuck in the kitchen corner with nowhere left to run. She took a cautious step toward him and he grabbed the first thing he could, a deluxe chocolate bar that she’d been saving for a super shitty day
Much like this one actually
“S-stop! Kitty, just leave the box on the counter”
“Fine! I’ll just take the chocolate bar then”
“THE CHOCOLATE BAR TOO!”
He tore off the label, never once taking his eyes off hers
“Put it. Down”
A corner of the aluminum wrapping hit the floor and her mind went into a blind panic. He was really gonna eat it if she didn’t come up with something!
He opened his mouth comically wide and brought it to his teeth
And as he brought his teeth closer together for bite she decided that she had no choice
Marinette ripped the candy from her mouth and pressed her body roughly against his, grabbing a fistful of his hair and bringing their lips together.
That alone would be seared into his subconscious for the rest of his life but what followed would follow him for as long as time stood.
Cherries, the syrupy sweet taste of artificial cherries flooded his tastebuds as her tongue slipped between his lips and into every corner of his mouth. His mind couldn’t take it to the point where he just dropped the box in his hands altogether, grabbing tightly onto her hips and savoring the flavor as much as he could.
But as soon as it started, it ended. She backed away from him, face redder than the candy in her hand.
“Never touch my stash again”
He tried to speak but she shoved the red sucker into his cheeks
“And I’m sure you’ve probably earned that”
She gathered up her box and walked out the kitchen, grumbling something about ‘Stupid cats’ and ‘putting it in a safe next time’
Adrien’s favorite flavor used to be chocolate
He was fairly certain that’s not the case anymore.
Maybe some tiny, morbid part of her always knew it would end like this.
Not like this exactly; out in the snow all by herself, the words ‘manual operation’ somehow making no sense and yet sitting heavy on her chest at the same time while her timer continues to blink, unawares that it’s no longer tracking the time until she leaves for survival, but the time left until her death.
Clarke figures that a small part of her always knew since Abby’s vision that she wasn’t going to make it to space, but she’d be damned if she didn’t see to it that her friends got there.
That doesn’t mean she’s okay though.
The radio is clutched tight in her hand, trembling slightly and she decides to try one last time.
“Raven?” she asks into the nothingness, voice small.
There’s no reply.
Licking her lips, she brings the radio closer to her helmet until it’s almost touching the glass, hand wrapped in an almost vice like grip around it. “… Bellamy?” she tries once more, hoping in vain that he can somehow hear her.
Silence again, but just when she’s about to shove it back into the bag, there’s a burst of static followed by a crackle and then-
His voice is tinny, almost too weak to be heard over the interference, but she manages. Her eyes squeeze shut wanting to commit to memory the way his voice sounds like gravel, the way his tongue curls so gently over the consonants of her name as it’s the last time she’ll ever hear him say it.
“Bellamy I-,” she pauses to swallow heavily. “I’m not going to make it back in time,” she tells him in one breath, biting the bullet.
A beat. And then, “What the hell does that mean?” he growls.
Notes: swearing, fluff, angst, heartbreak, mentions of Steve x reader and Steve x Sharon Carter.
Summary: When you find out Steve is cheating on you, Bucky is there to help you through it; along the way, his feelings for you grow, as do yours for him.
One shot! I love Steve, I rly, rly do. But here we are. This is based on a request I got a while back from an anon. Duly note that I do NOT take requests anymore. I just needed to write something different than a series today.
It’s exactly five months ago today, and it’s his birthday. No wonder you’re thinking about him so much when you promised yourself to never let another thought be wasted on a cheater. When Bucky walks in to the room, he instantly notices your struggle. With a small smile he takes a seat next to you on the couch, scooting closer carefully, until he knows you’re not gonna tell him to back off. He swings his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side, kissing the top of your head firmly.
When Soulmates Don’t Matter (Bucky Barnes x reader)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 2156
Warnings: Nothing. Just all the fluff that was missing from the first part
A/N: So, this is the highly requested part 2 of When Soulmates Go Wrong and oh. My. Goodness. The response I got on that part was incredible! Thank you to everyone who was commenting on it, you seriously made my day! As usual, the Gif is not mine and feedback is welcome. Unusually, I’m going to break in here to tell you that this is probably the last thing I’ll write in a while (I’ll have a post coming out with and explanation for that on Tuesday), so hopefully I can go out with a bang. Love you guys! And without further ado, here is part 2!
The super soldier had read the letter over several times before it finally registered with him. When it did, however, nothing could stop the waterfall of silent tears that cascaded down his face as he curled in around himself.
Too late, too late, too late, ran constantly through his head, along with guilt at having unknowingly pushed her away.
For a long time, he stayed there on his bed, the letter lying just out of reach of his hand. Eventually, Bucky fell into a fitful sleep just before Steve came to the doorway, looking on sadly at his friend.
One of my all-time favourites! Moments after Raven succumbs to the temptation and takes the key to the City of Light, we get this spine-chilling shot where her revelation, her absence of pain starts at her leg and creeps up to the rest of her body. The entire scene, beginning with her taking the chip to here is absolutely stunning. Lindsey so beautifully straightens herself and looks up, and that’s when we know that Raven knows that it’s worked. It was executed so perfectly, kudos to the wonderful Lindsey Morgan!
Eliza’s performance in this scene really reminded me of Lady Macbeth from Shakespeare’s Macbeth, as she tried to scrub away the blood she was hallucinating (’Out, damned spot! out, I say!’). Taking place immediately after Clarke had mercy-killed Finn, Eliza perfectly displayed the hysteria of this moment as she shakes and raves incoherently. Her sharp breaths really encapsulate the trauma Clarke has just experienced too. It’s just beautiful.
It’s really difficult to choose a scene with Bob Morley because each scene he acts in really does display how talented he is. Of course, the 4x04 scene where Bellamy realises Octavia is dead is breathtaking and still haunts me, but that’s a given, so I’m choosing another scene. This moment from 4x07 made me cry…a lot. As Bellamy had to sit and listen to people he could have saved die because he failed them, watch his gaze. He is not mentally there. His gaze is so very distant, it’s made to feel like he’s seeing all his failures play out before his very eyes. He breaks then and there as he’s forced to listen to the vocalisation of his failure, the nasty feeling settling deep within. Bob was fantastic through 4x07, but this scene really got to me.
I remember the first time I watched I Am Become Death, I fell in love with this particular moment in the episode. Raven staggers to the end of the bridge and, with the little energy she has left, successfully sets up and sets off the bomb. It was so wonderfully done by Lindsey, everything from the way she moved to the breaths she took was oh so perfect.
This is one of my favourite Bellamy and Clarke moments – look how intense Bob and Eliza’s gazes are! They really do perfectly display just how exhausted Bellamy and Clarke are, and in finding out they can’t kick back just yet, we can see them search each other’s eyes for strength and hope.
Monty killing his mother was one of the most intense scenes I’ve ever seen on this show. Chris did such an amazing job with this…the screams Monty let out? They’re a vocalisation of just how traumatising this is for Monty, how he has to make noise, make chaos in order to pull back the trigger. And it was all so perfect. My heart broke when watching this scene, and even more so afterwards when Monty realised his mother’s death was sort of in vain because he might have been able to save her.
This scene between Michael and Bob is of the most fascinating from season 3. I was rewatching it and decided that I really did enjoy Pike’s character. The reason why this scene is in here is that we see, so perfectly from Michael, Pike locating Bellamy’s low point, and catches him when he’s weakest. @cosmicbell often labels Pike as a demagogue when we discuss this season together, and I agree. He promised action, he criticised stagnancy and Bellamy, somebody who’s been extremely affected by the grounders’ actions, was just tired of waiting around and never retaliating. He bought into Pike’s argument, and this is the scene that it occurs in. You see it in his face as Pike challenges him: ‘I’m willing to suffer the consequences to save my people…are you?’ and we know that Bellamy has begun to cross over to the dark side.
8. Jasper scatters Finn’s ashes [3x04]
I highly recommend everybody to rewatch this spectacular scene with Devon and Chris, from start to finish. It’s one of my favourites from the whole show. These two best friends have lost each other, and they’re trying to find that old spark once more. They fight, they argue, they yell. They’re no longer the pair they used to be. And as Monty leaves, Jasper screams ‘See you on the other side!’ and trips over, spilling the jar of ashes. The remnants blow away with the breeze, mingle with the Earth and Jasper realises what’s just happened…and Devon’s performance in that moment is so incredibly breathtaking. One of his best, for sure.
This is fairly recent, of course, but Richard and Eliza were amazing throughout this entire scene. Murphy’s desperation is so well voiced by Richard: when he screamed ‘I love her!’ my heart broke completely. And as Murphy starts provoking Clarke, I began to wonder how Eliza would portray Clarke’s reaction. Clarke, who has, in the past, tried to develop a harder exterior around her friends when making tough decisions…she did something I did not expect. She lifted her head slightly, and through her lashes looks at Murphy, and her eyes are glistening with tears! She’s been trying this whole scene to be assertive in her decision to use Emori but Murphy’s speech almost takes her to her breaking point. I was really impressed with both Richard and Eliza here, they were just amazing!
10. Niylah tells Bellamy that he’ll always be sorry [3x11]
Bob Morley, once again and as always, comes through perfectly in this scene he shortly shares with Jessica Harmon. ALIE got to Bellamy, and bad. ‘Too bad you were never that devoted to Gina.’? Do you know what Bellamy heard, instead of that? Probably something like ‘you could have saved her, but you spent that concern on Clarke, who didn’t even end up coming back to Arkadia with you. You killed Gina. You misplaced your responsibilities, so it’s your fault.’ And the final straw: the mention of what he did to the Trikru army, and Niylah hitting him after finding out. Bellamy flips out and has to leave the room, kicking a barrel, punching something. He looks up to the sky, so incredibly hopeless, and shakes his head. He’s realising he’s never going to get over this pain, he’s never going to stop feeling guilty, and worst of all, the pain he’s caused to others is so deep and so sharp and he can’t handle knowing that. He hears Niylah’s voice behind him, and the sight of her brings all these emotions back. He tells her what he truly feels, that he only had good intentions and he’s sorry, but she delivers a harsh sentence: ‘People like you always are’. This small moment between these two was jaw-dropping to me. I loved it so much.
Honourable mentions: Lincoln’s season 2 ordeal with the reaper drugs, literally all of Erica Cerra’s (ALIE/Becca) scenes, the Lexa and Roan fight from 3x04, Clarke getting in the rover with Jasper and discovering Abby is chipped, Luna mourning Derrick in her arms, Octavia surviving the fall in 4x04 and Abby smashing the radiation chamber in 4x08.
Summary: reader has a rough time after a few rough hunts, she withdraws from the boys and dean worries a whole lot
Pairing: Dean x reader
Warnings: lowkey suicide, hospital things, anxiety things-everything is from an outside perspective so it doesn’t get too into her head, angst, depression stuff
Word count: ~1300
A/N: so this is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing’s Anti-Valentines Challenge! also I’m really sorry i dropped the ball and didn’t post anything original last week, it was just a really long and overwhelming week and just generally a rough little while and I didn't have time to write anything! oh and the lyrics are bolded! i hope this counts as angst, it’s my first time writing it!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. It must have been cold there in my shadow, to never have sunlight on your face. You were content to let me shine, that’s your way. You always walked a step behind.
We had just gotten to our motel after a long drive coming off of from a few rough back to back hunts, Y/N followed me through our motel room door silently just to immediately make a beeline for one of the beds. For the whole drive, she had sat in the back seat of Baby with her headphones in just staring out the window. I knew what was going through her head. She was blaming herself.
note: I’m LATE ASJLKDJSJADJSAJDSL SORRY! BUT THERE’S THE LAST CHAPTER AND I’M ACTUALLY CRYIGN BECAUSE I WILL MISS MAYDAY JINYOUNG. THANK YOU FOR GIVING MAYDAY SO MUCH LOVE AND PATIENCE I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH! THANK YOU!!! -admin
two years later
“Good afternoon, America!” I heard from the TV that was being played in the dressing room. Looking ahead of me, I watched the screen through the reflection of the mirror while I was being pampered for the shoot. For a year, I’ve lived in Los Angeles and pursued the dream that I’ve always wanted. I worked hard and eventually became one of the most demanded models for top brands and magazines. Not to mention that I received an undying love of fans from all around the world. I’d never imagined that becoming famous would be both rewarding but also frustrating. Rumors, paps, and stalkers were the downside of becoming well known. However, I’ve learned to deal with it from the past that I’ve experienced.
Ok! Imagine #1! It’s coming a little earlier than anticipated but I hope it’s good!! I hope you like it????? Much love pals! <3
Word count: 880
Request: “Heyyyyy!!!! Look I’m a sucker for a Freddie or JVR imagine!!!! Pleaseeeeee!!! Maybe comforting him after the loss? Thanks boo love ya!” - @carey-pricemas
“No, no no
no no no” you muttered to yourself as your eyes wandered to the group of men
hugging and cheering against the glass. You
then looked to the net and saw Freddie, your boyfriend, sitting on the ice,
utterly shocked. The entire game had
been filled with wave after wave of emotions and this was it. Johansson had been able to put the puck past
Freddie, allowing the Capitals to move onto the second round of the
playoffs. You knew your boyfriend was
going to be more than upset at the sudden ending to the Leafs playoff run but you
were so proud of him. He stood on his
head on more than one occasion and played a large part in allowing the Leafs to
get as far as they did. You knew the
boys would take longer than usual coming out of the dressing room tonight so
you made your way through the arena to your car to wait.
A/N: So this took me way longer to write than any other chapter thus far, because I have never written smut before and kept debating how explicit I should make the scene. But of course, I love to describe everything in my writing, so it gets a little R-rated at bits. As a precaution, I’ve separated the scene off from the rest of the chapter with four little stars (****) if smut isn’t your cup of tea.
You don’t know how long you both lay there, but you’re nearly asleep when Auston asks, “So what was bothering you at lunch today?”
“Huh?” you mumble, rolling over so that you can snuggle into his chest.
“No.” He gently pushes you away so that there’s now a space between you. “Not allowed. There’s no falling asleep until you tell me what was wrong.”
“It was nothing.” You sigh. “Can we go back to cuddling please?” You reach over with you hand, but he stops you from touching his chest, interlacing his fingers with yours instead.
“Not happening until you give me a truthful answer. Whatever it was, it was obviously bothering you.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Well, that sucks, because we’re going to. My parents always tell me that communication is the single most important thing in a relationship.”
“That’s what was bothering me.”
“You were upset because we don’t communicate enough?”
“No,” you say, sitting up and feeling your head rush a little bit. “Well, yes, in a way. But what’s bothering me is the ‘relationship’ bit. Like are we dating, or is this some sort of summer fling, or what? Because I can feel myself really starting to fall for you Auston, but I don’t exactly want to have my heart ripped out if you’re planning to leave after camp is over.” You rub your hands over your face, trying to hide from his intense gaze.
Auston sits up, gently prying your hands away from your eyes. “Y/N, listen to me.” He looks at you straight on, his stare unwavering. “To me, this isn’t some fling. I care about you so, so much. More than I think you know,” he adds the last bit softly. “I’m not going to leave you; I want you to be a part of my life for as long as you want. We can put any label on it - whichever you’re most comfortable with: girlfriend, lover, partner-in-crime, whatever. I see a future for us, and so saying goodbye to you at the end of camp is the last thing I would think of doing.” He finishes his little speech, squeezing your hands gently. His brown eyes are shining.
Emotion overcomes you, and you surge forward and kiss him. He kisses you back just as passionately, his hands immediately finding a spot along your waist. You deepen the kiss and use your body to push him down on the bed so that you’re in control, straddling his lap.
His hands are like fire on your skin, and an intense feeling of need rises in you that you’ve never experienced before. Auston appears to feel similarly. He pushes your shirt up and over your head, exposing your bra trimmed with lace. It was the one nice, non-sports bra that you had brought to camp with you, and you knew your boobs looked great in it.
“Someone dressed to impress,” Auston murmurs, his gaze flicking down before looking back up at you with dark eyes. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks.
Impatient, he pulls you down for another kiss. Your hands find their way to his hair, tugging gently at the long strands. He moans and his hands sneak around to your backside and begins to fiddle with the clasp of your bra.
After a few seconds of letting him struggle, you pull away from him and laugh. “Having some trouble?”
“No,” he lies, his tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth as he concentrates. “This thing is just not cooperating.”
You push his hands away and reach around to the clasp. “Watch and learn.” In one swift, practiced movement, you undo your bra and toss it to the side. “See? It’s easy,” you tease.
But he doesn’t respond, too busy marvelling at your newly-exposed upper half. His hands come up to cup your boobs, squeezing them gently. He presses a kiss to your chest before looking up at you. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re beautiful?”
A shiver runs through you at his words. “Maybe.” You blush slightly at the weight of his gaze. You’ve never felt so exposed and vulnerable, but yet confident at the same time.
“Well, you’re beautiful. Inside and out.” He makes a small trail of kisses from your navel up to your jaw. When he connects his lips with yours again, he pushes himself up, flipping both of you over so that he’s now on top.
He continues to kiss you as he lowers his hands, quickly undoing the button on your shorts and slipping a hand down your panties. One of his fingers brushes your clit and you tremble, biting down on his lip. “Fuck, Auston.”
He smiles into the kiss and continues to work magic with his hand, moving his thumb in slow circles, making you moan softly as you begin to unravel.
“God, Auston, please.” You dig your nails into his back, gripping onto his shirt as he presses down harder.
“Is there something you want?” he teases you.
“Your shirt - off,” you demand breathlessly, tugging at the hem. He slides it off over his head, and then helps you wiggle out of your shorts and panties, leaving you completely naked.
His gaze travels over your body, long and slow, taking in every inch. “So gorgeous,” he whispers, diving back down to kiss your neck. His mouth is hot against your skin, and you feel like you’re about to burst.
“Auston,” you whine.
He pulls away from your neck and pecks you quickly on the lips. “You ready?”
You nod eagerly. “More than.”
He runs one finger across your opening, making you shudder.
“God, Y/N, you’re soaking,” he says, carefully sliding one finger in and then two. He looks back up at you to gauge your reaction.
“Please,” you whimper, and he smirks.
“Impatient, are we?”
“It’s rude to keep a lady waiting.”
“Fine - no more waiting,” he says, and without warning, begins to fuck you hard and fast with his fingers. He presses his thumb back down on your clit, while continuing to drive his fingers deep into you, curling them so he brushes up against your g-spot.
It doesn’t take long before you fall over the edge, your entire body tingling as you orgasm. “Holy shit - Auston,” you cry out. He keeps fingering you as you come down from your high, making you arch your back slightly off the bed as he continues to put pressure on your overstimulated clit.
You can’t take it anymore. You push yourself up off the bed, forcing him to sit up. Your hands immediately find the waistband of his shorts and pull them down along with his boxers. His dick springs up, already hard against his stomach. You reach across and grab a hold of it, slowly applying pressure as you move you hand up and down.
He tilts his head back, closing his eyes. “Y/N,” he moans.
“Do you have anything?” you ask.
“Yes,” he whispers, his voice strained as you increase the speed of your hand. “Top drawer to your right.”
With your other hand you rummage around in the nightstand until you find a condom. You let go to tear open the foil package and hand it to him, and he slides the condom on, making sure there’s no air bubbles or any risk of it breaking.
“All good?” you ask, swiftly kissing him on the cheek.
He nods and kisses you hard on the mouth, pushing you back so you’re laying on the bed. He positions himself above you and slides in gradually, giving you time to adjust to his size.
He kisses you on your forehead, your nose, and then descends to your lips. “You okay if I move, beautiful?”
“Yes,” you say as you reach up to push back a strand of hair that has fallen in front of his eyes.
And then suddenly he’s thrusting into you, slow at first, but quickly picking up speed. You feel pleasure growing inside of you as he drives his hips downwards, switching to a different angle. He hits a sensitive spot and you gasp.
“Right there, Auston,” you groan as he goes even deeper.
He presses his lips to your collarbone. “You feel so good,” he says, his breath hitching. He kisses your shoulder. “So beautiful.”
He reaches one hand down and starts playing with your clit again, re-awakening the still sensitive bundle of nerves. You feel yourself climbing again, and this time it’s even quicker before he pushes you over, and your walls clench around him as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over you.
“Fuck,” he swears, and with a couple more thrusts he orgasms as well, letting out a small cry as he comes inside you.
After he finishes, he rolls over to the side and lays down next to you, both of your chests heaving as you try to catch your breath.
“Well, that was fun.” He turns his head to grin at you, giving you a knowing look, and your poke his cheek in retaliation.
“It was. Did you have fun?” you tease.
“I did.” He pokes your cheek back. “But, I think we should probably clean up a bit. I don’t want Mitch getting too suspicious.”
“Good idea.” You peel yourselves off each other and you head to the bathroom, while he sorts himself out in the main area.
While you’re sitting on the toilet, you check your phone to see if Steph has texted you, but you have no notifications. Only the time flashes back at you: 10:47pm. You don’t want to leave, but it’s your first day back on the ice tomorrow, and you know you need to get your rest.
You sigh and stand up, flushing the toilet and cleaning up before exiting the bathroom to break the news. But when you open the door, you’re met with a sight that softens your heart.
Auston is still shirtless, but has pulled on a clean pair of boxers and is curled up on his bed. He looks so innocent and small, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands tucked underneath his cheek like a little boy.
You walk over, picking up your discarded undergarments from beside the bed and begin to put them back on. As you’re pulling up your right bra strap, you feel Auston’s hand graze your thigh.
“Don’t leave,” he says softly, blinking up at you with sleepy brown eyes.
It takes all your willpower not to climb into bed with him. “Auston,” you sigh, “I want to stay, but you know I can’t because tomorrow is my first day back.”
“You can get some sleep here.” He gives you a sad look. “Please just stay, for at least ten more minutes? You can’t leave without a cuddle. Post-sex cuddling is the best bit.”
You feel your resolve weaken. Ten minutes was only ten minutes, after all. “Okay, fine,” you say, sliding into the bed and his open arms.
You press up against each other, chest to chest, and he rests his chin lightly on top of your head. You breathe in his scent, an intoxicating mixture of his cologne, citrusy shampoo, and a faint hint of sweat. He draws circles on your lower back, and you feel your body relax into his touch, your breathing slowing. He plants a kiss on your forehead before pulling you even closer.
You can feel yourself getting tired, but you can’t seem to force your heavy limbs to move. Instead, you let sleep claim you, and drift off in the warmth of Auston’s arms.
Instead of being happy that I’m back in Alexandria, I’m filled with dread. Once Negan had arrived, he ensured that he made his presence known to everyone. He wanted to go straight to Rick’s house, even though I had a feeling he wasn’t around. As we walked, Carl grabbed onto my elbow, the guilt written all over his face. I put my arm over his shoulder, softy squeezing it, letting him know it’s okay. He can’t blame himself for this.
The first person I see at Rick’s is Olivia. “Addison!” Her cheeks turned pink from smiling. She pulled me in for a hug. “It’s so good to see you, and you too little guy” She said fluffing Toby’s messy locks “Everyone is waiting for you upstairs, they missed you a lot”
“Olivia…” I tried warning her.
“Honey, I’m home!” Negan sang from behind me. Olivia’s face dropped as she watched him casually stroll inside. “I’ll let Addison explain why I stopped by” He said walking over to me. To Olivia’s surprise, Toby easily reached his arms out to Negan. “I’ll take my buddy upstairs” he informed, making his way up while Carl followed him.
“Carl showed up. He killed two of Negan’s men. He thought I was in trouble, so now Negan’s here” I explained, unable to ignore the horrified expression on Olivia’s face. I didn’t even bother asking why no one was watching him, knowing Carl he’s probably had this plan on his mind for a while.
“What happened while you were gone?”
“Nothing” I brushed her off, hiding the shame I felt thinking about all those moments that Negan and I had shared while I was away. “We’re fine, that’s all that matters”
Stranded (Part 1) - Merlin/Harry Potter Crossover Imagine
A/N: Part 3 coming soon! Since I have to write three different versions each time, this story will take a bit longer to update, but I will try to update as quick as I can manage. I hope you enjoy! (BTW, please let me know you any of you would like for me to add a Gwen part!)
A prank pulled on you by the Weasley twins goes wrong, and accidentally sends you back in time to Camelot. Only problem is you might be stranded without a way back.
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin or Harry Potter or any of it’s characters
“You know, some of your time may be well spent helping me stock, instead of playing with your…” (Y/N) slammed a stack of heavy boxes onto the table, then angrily snatched a small flying car from in front of her face, “…toys.”
“Oh come on, (Y/N)!” Fred exclaimed from the top of the stairwell. She looked up at Fred, a smirk on his face. George stood next to him, and (Y/N) sighed, knowing what was about to happen.
“Have a bit of fun-” George continued.
“-of your worries-”
“-we’re not at Hogwarts anymore.”
(Y/N) huffed, seemingly amused, but annoyed at the same time. “I hate when you guys do that.”
“We know.” The boys said at the same time.
She rolled her eyes, and went back to unpacking the boxes. She grabbed a couple of love potions, and walked over to the WonderWitch display to finish stocking before the shop opened. The time turner she wore around her neck clanked against the glass bottles as she reached over to fix the pygmy puff cage. “Have you finished that order I gave you? The one for the kid with the funny nose.” (Y/N) yelled as she made the last finishing touches.
“Not quite.” Fred yelled back.
She closed her eyes tightly, a phantom soreness trickling down her legs and to her feet. She was used to doing all the upkeep of the shop, but the orders were supposed to be their responsibility; it was part of the deal when she agreed to help them out. “But I gave it to you hours ago.”
“We’re a little busy at the moment.”
“Doing what?” (Y/N) looked up to the stairwell where Fred and George last stood, only to find them gone.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
She groaned and grabbed a large box with a few sweets from Honeydukes inside. They don’t want these right? She thought for a second. (Y/N) pursed her lips, then shrugged. Nah, they’ll be ok. She stuffed the various sweets inside the pockets of her jacket, then went back to the order. “You don’t pay me enough for this.”
She heard Fred and George cackle from the room upstairs. “We don’t pay you at all.” George joked.
(Y/N) giggled, annoyed at the fact that she couldn’t be mad at them even if she tried, and boy, did she try. She grabbed the rolled up parchment off the counter. “Okay,” She whispered to herself, reading the order as she walked around the shop, grabbing every item listed and placing it in the box neatly. She squinted her eyes at the last item, unable to decipher the writing.
The shuffling of Fred and George’s footsteps coming down the stairs brought her a small sense of relief. She sped walked to the end of the stairwell, and handed them the parchment. “What’s that last bit there?”
George took the parchment. Fred leaned over his shoulder as they both examined the list, their mouths slowly contorting into a wide, mischievous grin. “Ah, yes. Allow us to show you.” George said.
“Prepare to feast your eyes.” Fred added.
(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows, moving away from the stairwell, still holding the box against her side. “New prank I take it?”
“Of sorts. But first… George if you will.” Fred motioned toward George, who was already hiding his hands behind his back. There was a small poof, then a tiny billow of smoke. George pulled his hands back out, revealing a small, dainty ring with the letters F and G elegantly placed on top.
“This is for you.” George smiled. (Y/N)’s eyes widened, admiring the gold, luminescent finish as George gently placed in her open-yet-eager hand. Still holding the box, she sloppily placed the ring on her middle finger, straightening it with her thumb.
“We’ve just one like it!” Fred and George held their hands up, showing her an identical, but thicker version of her ring. Fred’s ring had George’s initial and hers, and George’s had Fred’s and hers. “Their enchanted so even if were worlds apart, we know that we’re ok. We wanted you to know that you mean the world to us-”
“-And even if it were for a second, we would lose our minds if we didn’t know whether our best friend was ok or not,” George cleared his throat, realizing just how mushy he’d sounded. “Um…”
(Y/N) looked at her ring, and sure enough both letters had a bright glowing light around them. She pulled her hand to her heart in a somewhat teasing manner, but also in a serious one. “Aw guys, I love you, too. Thank you.”
Fred and George laughed nervously, running their hands through their hair. The rings had been ready for quite some time now, but neither of them were good at sappy moments like these, so it took them a lot longer to give it to (Y/N).
She noticed their uncomfortable stance, and she wished she could’ve kept them like this for a little longer, but for their sake, she decided to change the subject. “So this prank?”
“Right,” Fred and George moved closer to (Y/N). “I think it’s finally ready to be displayed. It’s near perfect.”
“Yeah, the last time we tried this, we took the entire roof off the burrow.” Fred added.
“What is it?” (Y/N) asked, a little afraid.
“A bigger, more personal twister!”
The confused look on her face was the twins cue to unveil the said prank. “Watch.” Fred pulled out a tiny twister jar. He aimed the jar toward her, and opened the lid, releasing a twister the size of her. It did no damage to surrounding objects, but it encased her in a whirlwind.
“Fred! George! Stop this!” She shouted above the wind, but they only laughed at her distress. Just then she realized the time turner she’d been wearing was turning faster than the wind. “Oh no,” she muttered. (Y/N) grabbed the time turner, holding it tightly in her hand to stop it from spinning, and before she knew it, she was falling. She held onto the box for dear life.
(Y/N) landed back first on a wooden table, breaking it on impact. She groaned in pain, turning over onto her stomach to get up.
(Y/N) heard the sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath. She quickly spun her head, looking upwards, only to find the very tip of a sword barely touching her nose. She looked past the silver blade to the man who wielded it so threateningly. He was tall and muscular, with blond hair, and his unwavering stance told her that he was no stranger to the sword. Next to him stood a scrawnier boy with darker hair, his face more afraid than that of the other one.
“Who are you?” The blonde one demanded.
She held her hands up to show him she meant no harm, and slowly stood up. (Y/N) quickly glanced around the room, trying to recognize something, anything, but it was all different. “Wh-” She muttered. (Y/N) began to grow worried, “Where am I?”
The boy lowered his sword a bit to observe her, confused by the sudden amnesia she seemed to exhibit. “You mean to tell me you crash landed in my chambers, and you don’t know where you are?”
Crash landed? Oh right. She turned to see the table in pieces all over the ground beneath her feet. “Oh… I’m so sorry. I can fix it.” (Y/N) quickly pulled her wand out from her boot, stepped aside, and waved it toward the broken table. “Reparo.”
The two boys jumped back, startled that this strange girl was in fact a sorceress. The blonde quickly held up his sword again, watching as the table magically glued itself back together.
“You have magic?” The black haired boy asked.
She nodded, smiling widely and proudly.
“Magic is forbidden in Camelot. The king would have your head for using it so openly. Are you not afraid for your life?” The blonde one spat.
(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows, “Camelot?”
“You’re in the royal castle.”
Ohmygod, she thought. Her face turned a sickly pale color, and her legs growing weak from the weight of the worry. How am I here? I can’t be here!
(Y/N)’s hands felt like they were going numb. The concrete dam that had been holding her tears back, was beginning to crack under the pressure. Something was off, she could tell, but (Y/N) was having a hard time focusing.
“No, no, no. Please no.” She tried to breathe, but every time it felt as though her lungs weren’t getting enough air. “This has got to be a prank.”
A prank. The words resonated in her head, trying to make sense of the situation. That’s it! This was all Fred and George’s doing. She held her hand over her heart, trying to convince herself that she would be ok now that she figured out the twins devious plan. Once she didn’t feel nauseous anymore, she faced the boys, leaning against the table as she tried to regain her balance.
“Those damn twins! After that stupid speech about not wanting to lose each other, they pull this shit,” (Y/N) hissed, mostly to herself. “I will snap out of it soon, this all just some hallucination.” She assured them, but they still seemed confused.
“No, I promise you this is all real.” The dark haired boy said, stepping forward. The blonde attempted to hold him back, but he just shrugged him off.
She shook her head, “It’s not. I’m too smart for them. They probably just pranked me with a daydream charm, too.”
“A what?” The blonde asked angrily.
“Just give it thirty minutes, it’ll be like you never existed.”
The blonde scoffed, upset at her cryptic answers. “You’re delusional.”
“I shall have you arrested if you do not tell me your purpose for intruding my chambers!”
“You? What authority do you have?”
“He’s Prince Arthur of Camelot.” The dark haired boy answered. “I’m Merlin.”
Her eyes widened, “Merlin? You mean to tell me that you are the greatest sorc-”
Just then the bedroom door swung open, revealing a beautiful dark haired woman with the brightest grey-green eyes she had ever seen. “Arthur! I heard a loud crash, and I just came to see if you wer-” The woman’s gaze fell upon (Y/N). “Who’s this?”
“That’s what we would like to know.” Arthur replied, still glaring at her.
“I’m (Y/N).” She answered, glaring back at him.
“You can’t look at me like that!”
“You did it first!”
“Well, I’m the Prince of Camelot, I do what I please.”
“Yeah, I bet you do.” (Y/N) retorted.
Arthur stood there dumbfounded at the way she was responding to him.
Merlin noticed the tension brewing between them. He wanted to stop them before they killed each other, but he also wanted to ask her questions about her magic, so he quickly jumped in. “Let me take you to see the court physician, Gaius. You seemed like you hard a pretty rough landing.”
Arthur, realizing what Merlin was doing, quickly dismissed him. “No, we don’t know if she’s dangerous. She stays here in my chambers until we get this sorted out. Father can’t find out, he’ll have her executed without a second thought.”
The girl standing at the doorway scoffed, “She can’t stay here with you, you’re a man. She can stay with me, she’ll be more comfortable there.”
“Morgana!” Arthur shouted.
“Arthur!” Morgana shouted back, frowning at him. “Come, I’ll let you borrow some clothes, you can’t be seen in that.” She motioned to the jeans and t-shirt that (Y/N) was wearing.
(Y/N) pulled her lips into a tight line, looking at them.
Word count; 1,3k Ship; Min Yoongi x Reader Genre; Fluff / Slight angst (panic attack) Pronouns; They/Them | None used.
Requested by; anon
‘Not again, not again, please, not again’, you thought to yourself. Really; any timing would’ve been better than now, any other timing. While your eyes were looking around the room; you started hyperventilating, harshly digging your nails into your knees.
What happens when Yoongi plays truth or dare with the jerk who splashed him on a rainy day?
Characters: Min Yoongi x Jeon JungKook | ft Kim Taehyung
Word count: 3438
Warnings: Smuttish content
A/N: this was originally on my AO3 which doesn’t exist anymore and it had only two chapters, but I’m planning on making it a mini series hopefully
It was raining. Again. The 10th, no 13th time that week.
“Great! Just great!
Fantastic!” Yoongi mumbled to himself.
He was trying to walk through the thick rain without an
umbrella but he realized very soon that this idea didn’t have any chances of
And you may wonder: “Why didn’t he have this very useful object
with him that day? That’s what a sane person would do, right?” Well, my
darling, first of all, our dear Yoongi is not that normal, not insane per say,
but peculiar for many people that have encountered him.