i spent so long on this and it didnt even turn out nice :(

In the Corner

Summary: based off this imagine given to me by @n-octicolor

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 3k (whoooooop go me!!!!)

Warnings: cheesy fluff, dry humping (hUMP THAT LEG LADIES), Cas comes without u even TOUCHIN HIM (bc thats hot), language, slight dirty talk

A/N: I didnt proofread this. I’ll go back and fix any stupid errors tomorrow. :-) enjoy!

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“You got 20 minutes, princess!”

“Shit,” you muttered, getting out of your chair and practically running down the hall to your bedroom.

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Walking Out During Fight~BTS Scenario

I love freaking angst, tell me if I should do a part 2 or not.

Masterlist

Jin

Originally posted by bwiseoks

“Y/n!” His voice echos through the wall, it made you jump from the spot you were at on your bed. Your hair a slight mess from against the pillow, and your eyes puffy from how tried you have been. Your job had been pushing you and pushing you leading to late nights and longs mornings.

“Yes Jin?” You call out following where his voice was, as you step into the kitchen he looks around. Dishes piled up making you tilit you head. swearing you had done them.

“What is this?” He asks pointing to the mess of the kitchen you frown as your hand reachs to run through your hair.“You have one job, one that I plead is just with you to do the dishes. Just to clean them so when I get home I can make dinner.”

“Jin, I’m sorry I swear I did. Okay I’ll do them now. Okay?” You grumble going to the sink only making him slam his hand down onto the counter

“That’s not the fucking point Y/n! I wanted them done before I got home, from a long day at the studio. Being an idol is not easy Y/n. So I can make you and I dinner. But you know your lazy ass doesn’t even kn-”

“Lazy! I’m lazy?! I work 12 hour shifts daily and the past week over time due to my company and another company joining and us being under fucking stafed. So sorry Jin, I get that being an idol is hard but it’s not the only tiring job out there!” You push past him, and walk to the door, your hand pulling shoes over your feet.

“Y/n!” He yells after you a worried look on his face.

“Nope.” You grumble opening and slamming the door walking away.


Suga

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

“No Yoongi it isn’t like you have a girlfriend.” You grumble under your breath, his head snaps to you with a raised eyebrow. He had been working in BTS comback none stop which is perfectly fine. But now that ‘Her’ is out you believed he would’ve slowed down and actually spend time at home, with you. But here he was sitting at his computer, his fingers typing away and you sitting on the couch picking your at your fingernails.

“What was that?” He grumbles making me glare as you look back at him.

“What do you think?” You snapped making him spin around in his chair and look at you.

“I’m working. You understand that, don’t you?” He pleaded with you, his eyes looking at yours as you shrugged. “Y/n, come on,you know this is important to me!”

“So happy to know where I stand.” You mumble standing up, opening the door you hear his chair fall onto the ground.

“You walk out I swear to go-”

“Isn’t like your home at all to come through with your threat. So their just like your promise, empty and full of lies.”


J-Hope

Originally posted by boo-t-s

You had been waiting for him to come home from practice, which should’ve ended an hour ago. Which ut did due to the group chat blowing up with memes and lame jokes from Jungkook and Jin. But you sunshine still has not come bounding through the door, and when he did he was sweating his hair sticking to his forehead. “Hobi where were you?” You question him, his dark eyes look at you then to the floor. His dance bag dropping to the floor as he shrugs.

“Practice,Y/n.” He mumbled his body moving past yours, your grew worried when he bumped into you and winced. “Fuck.”

“Oh honey, let me he-” he cut you off with a growl, his eyes holding a cold glare at you.

“No, I don’t need help. With my dance, or with anything. God just leave me the fuck alone.”

“I just wanted to help.” You whisper ,your head bowing making him scoff.

“Just go away god!” His eyes watch you, a cold stare making a shiver run through your body.

“Fine.” You numble turn on your heel, and walking out the door slamming it behind you.

Rap Monster

Originally posted by slapmon

Spinning around in his work chair you couldn’t help but click your tongue. He was busy with memorizing the lyrics and you thought bringing him dinner would be a nice Jester since he probably wouldn’t be coming home. But before you had grabbed you things to join him, he texted the grop cjat, with you in it and was ranting about how needed space, the boy didnt even hint at him typing and sending it to the group chat with you in it. So it was no surprise when he came into his studio his face went fom joyfuy and full of excitement do confusion and annoyance.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, when you grabbed the bag of food, a single boxof rice and some pork and tossed veggies his smile grew again. “Oh, thank you babe.” You smile at him then grab another bag.

“Change of clothes, blanket, some shampoo and bathing stuff so you don’t have to steal Suga-oppas, a few notebooks.” His eues widen as you stand up.

“Your not staying?"his question made you raise your eyebrow at him.

"Do you want me to?” His face fellll as he shook his head no. 'The why ask?“

"Because you usally do, and I was hoping you werent because I love you but Ive fel-”

“Sufficated? Trapped, yesh I know, wrong group chat by the way.” Your words made his eyes widen as he went to grab your hand.

“You wer-”

“I know, but I did.” You whisper made his step back as you push past him

“I love you.” He mumbled making a tears fall.

“Do you love being with me though.” And you walked out his studio making his heart break.

Jimin

Originally posted by jimiyoong

“Jimin just stop!” You snapped as he tried to push himself to workout, his body falling to the ground. That dudnt even stop him, his eyes glare at you as he stand and starts to do it again. “You know what fine, faint for exhaustion and dehydration for all I care!”

“Can you support me for once?!” He growls stopping his body turning to you as he limped over the sorness of his muscles finally getting to him.

“Not when your destroying yourself. God Park Jimin.” You say as he stands in front of you.

“I’m not destroying myself, you’re just holding me back!” At this you turn on your heel and walk out making him go and try to chace after you onlynto fall to the ground calling for you.

V

Originally posted by mvssmedia

“Stop being a child!” Your voice screamed at him, his body sitting down on your shared bed. He had chosen to hide you cell phone and laptop which you needed due to a very important project you were doing in s group.

“Baby I gave them back don’t be all pissy about it.” His words made you roll your eyes as you cross your arms.

“I couldve been done with my part, and spent the rest of the night with you and actually get some sleep. But you had to be a little brat and waste all of my time!” He let’s out a laugh quickly covering it up with a cough. You scoff and turn around and walk out of the room.

“Now who’s being a child!”

“At least I know when to stop being one!” And slam with the front door echoing in his ears.

Jungkook

Originally posted by 7bboys

“Can you not be a child for once.” He snaps making you jump back,the rest of the boys looking at him with wide eyes.

“Kook she was just laughing.” Jin spoke putting a hand on your back. Jungkook rolled his eyes and turned back to his video game.

“Yeah, I know. It’s her trying to be cite laugh and it-”

“Shut up Jeon Jungkook.” You snap, crossing your arms, your lower lip jutting out naturally.

“See now you’re doing the stupid pouty lip thing.” He grumbled making you glare at him, he rolls his eyes at you pausing his game.

“Piss off you asshole.” You say standing ip, his eyes watching as you walk out of the dorms.



Part 2 is split up in two parts {Vocal Line} {Rap line}

The bet

(A/N): YOU GUYS I LOVE PREWAR BUCKY SO MUCH (please send me more prewar requests, I’m begging you)

Request:Hey 👋🏻 ❤ So could I request a 40’s Bucky x reader?the reader is very shy and a friend of Peggy. Bucky is the ladies man. One night they all went to a party and Bucky asked the reader out as a bet she said yes and they became a couple. Bucky begins to fall in love with the reader. After a while she discovers by accident about the bet and her heart got broken. Bucky does not give up on her and tries to win her back! With a happy ending,angst and fluff!! Thank you love you 💛💙

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah, @callmeoncette


Originally posted by almie18

   Bucky was bored, Steve was bored but Peggy was having the time of her life. The three of them were out celebrating the end of the war, the fact they were still alive; In fact, it seemed everyone was out celebrating their win. The bar was crammed full of men and women, all dancing and drinking, having a jolly good time, everyone except Bucky and Steve. Peggy had had one too many drinks and she was content to talk the entire night away, boring both men into a light sleep. The only thing that woke them up was when Steve accidentally let his head slip out of his hands and he smacked the table, jolting both men awake. Bucky looked around in shock, before looking at Steve who was now rubbing at his red forehead. Bucky snickered softly, shaking his head but his laughter immediately died when his eyes caught something lingering at the entrance. 

   A young girl, around Peggy’s age, was standing at the entrance to the bar, looking rather anxious. Immediately she perked up as she looked in his direction. Bucky thought she was smiling at him but he quickly realized he was wrong when Peggy jumped up and rushed over to her to hug her. 

   "(Y/N), you’re here!“ 

   "I wouldn’t miss out on the chance to see you,” She smiled gently, showcasing her beautiful smile. 

   Bucky looks at the two interacting for quite some time, entrance with (Y/N) but a quick tap to his shoulder quickly snapped him out of his trance.

    “I’ve got a dare for you,” Steve smirks coolly as he folds his arms over his chest. “I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you go and ask her out,” Bucky looks at him, furrowing his brows. 

   "Okay…what’s the catch?“ 

   "You have to date her for more than four months,”

    “no,” Bucky shakes his head, folding his arms over his chest. “No way, do you know how many days that is that I’d have to go without kissing some cute blonde?” Steve chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.

    “What about two hundred?” Bucky purses his lips in thought, humming softly as Peggy and (Y/N) approach the table, still talking to each other animatedly. 

   "Fine two hundred dollars,“ Steve chuckles as he leans back into his seat, closing his eyes once again.

    "Guess you’re gonna be out of two hundred dollars in a month," 

   "Whatever,” Bucky growls to Steve as Peggy and (Y/N) sit down. 

   "Steven, James, this (Y/N), a friend of mine,“

   "Hello,” Steve answers politely, giving (Y/N) a soft smile. Bucky on the other hand was going to be more flirtatious, he did have to win a bet after all.

      “Heya doll,” Bucky leans forward, smiling at (Y/N) smugly. The poor girl blushed madly, her entire face red as Bucky looked at her. 

   "Hi,“ (Y/N) replies quietly, her eyes glued to their hands as she does so. She was shy, Bucky loved the shy ones.

    "She recently moved to Brooklyn-" 

   "Good choice cutie,” Bucky winked at her and Bucky swore he’d never seen a face redder than hers. It was…cute. Most women were throwing themself at his feet, batting their eyelashes and acting all sorts of sweet and innocent but for once Bucky thought he’d found a girl who actually was what all those women pretended to be. She seemed so genuinely moved by his compliments, as though no one had ever called her cute nicknames or told her how cute she was. 

   Oh, Bucky was going to have fun with this one. 


   The “party” had dragged by painfully slow, with Peggy still rambling and (Y/N) occasionally breaking the constant talking with small input here and there. Every now and then Bucky would throw a compliment her way, a ‘your hair is looking fantastic’, or maybe a little something like 'Thats one hell of a dress’. E very time he so much looked her way she ended up blushing madly but nonetheless it always brought a small smile to her rosy cheeks.

    Around 10 Peggy finally crashed, quite literally too. She was slowly talking one second and then the next she was fast asleep. Steve picked her up and carried her home, leaving Bucky and (Y/N) all alone. He was of course going to walk her home, what kind of a man would he be if he didnt? And truthfully he was actually looking forward to some one on one time with (Y/N), she seemed beyond nice and Bucky wanted to get to know her more.

    “(Y/N)’s a gorgeous name,” Bucky states as he walks along, hands shoved in his pockets. Even in the dim lighting of Brooklyn he could see (Y/N)’s wild blush. “And that blush is pretty cute too,” Bucky smirks as (Y/N) cracks a wide smile, hanging her head to hide jus how much of an effect his words had on her. “So (Y/N), you got a man of your own?" 

   "Um no,” (Y/N) whispers, cheeks burning once again. 

   "No?“ Bucky asks dumbfoundedly. "That’s- no- that’s not possible, how can someone like you not be datin’ anyone?” (Y/N) shrugs, her ever present smile still there. 

   "I’m really quiet, guess that’s not something men these days like,“ 

   "I like it,” Bucky supplies rather quickly. “Shy gals are the cutest," 

   "Seems like you’re the only man on the face of the earth who thinks like that,”

    “Good,” Bucky smirks a bit, “more for me,” (Y/N) smiles, a wide toothy thing that had Bucky’s heart fluttering just a bit. “So (Y/N), I was wonderin’ if maybe you’d like to go out on a date sometime, I get if you don’t want to but you seem really nice and I’d love to get to know ya more,” (Y/N) looks at Bucky with a shocked expression, eyes wide and lips parted.

    “Are- are you serious?" 

   "Hell yeah I’m serious,” Bucky smiles at her widely. 

   "You’re not lying to me?“

    "No doll,” Bucky stops walking, turning to face her immediately. “I’m bein’ dead serious, I’d love to take you out for some dinner some time, maybe see a movie, go feed the ducks, whatever the hell you wanna do,” (Y/N) blushes once again but we smile is much brighter and bigger than he had ever seen it. 

   "I’d love that,“ Bucky sighs gratefully, internally chanting and rooting himself on. In five months he was going to have a nice stack of two hundred dollars in his hand… 


    Well- Bucky had fucked up Royally, what had supposed to be nothing more than a stupid bet had quickly turned into something more. Bucky quickly realized what a gem in the rough he’d found, (Y/N) was unlike any other girl he’d ever met. She was abnormally sweet, so caring, beyond adorable, and not to mention the most hilarious person he’d ever met.

    After having spent a couple of years with the military he was used to strong language, crude jokes but what he heard from (Y/N) completely topped anything he hear in the army. It was a huge surprise when one day whilst (Y/N) was cooking a meal for the two of then he quite suddenly heard a loud crash followed by (Y/N)’s feminine voice yelling a short but consice "Fuck!” Bucky didnt think he had laughed that hard in his entire life. But Bucky quickly learned that (Y/N) also had a bit of a feisty side. She was bound and determined to do everything herself, she didn’t need help doing a single thing. While most women would expect him to do everything (Y/N) would most likely punch him if he even thought about doing a single thing for her. She was different and Bucky loved that.

    It didn’t take him long to realize just how screwed he was. A month of dating each other and he realized he was in love. The damn idiot had actually fallen in love. Now, it was the five month mark and Bucky was as anxious for it as he could be. He couldn’t accept Steve’s money now, not after falling in love with (Y/N) and he sure as hell had to tell her about the bet, how horrible would it be of him to not to do so? He’d be the worst boyfriend on the face of the earth but whenever he tried to he’d choke up and refuse to tell her. But now he had really done it. 

   He had meant to tell her that night but then things went a little….sidewards and now he was laying in (Y/N)’s bed, butt fucking naked as he held a sleeping (Y/N). Her skin was still slightly sweaty from precious activities but if he even dared pulled away she’d begin to shiver and whine in her sleep so Bucky stayed by her side, holding her as close as humanly possible. 

   He’d tell her later, after she woke up. He’d make her a nice breakfast (even though she’d probably beat him for it), he try to explain it as nicely as he could and hope for the best. 


    “Wait…” (Y/N) looks at him, her eyes brimming with tears. “Are you- are you being serious?” Her tone was meek and quiet, just like the tone she usually had around anyone but him. Bucky sighs, his stomach twisted up in knots as he nods.

     "Yeah, yeah I am,“

    "I was just- I was just a bet to you?” (Y/N) squeaks, her voice breaking as her tears threatened to spill over. 

   It physically made Bucky sick to see (Y/N) hurting, especially because of him. He’d never seen her cry and the idea that he was the cause of these fresh tears made his heart ache. 

   "In the beginning yes but as soon as I took you on that first date I realized that you meant more than that-“ Bucky stops when (Y/N) sniffles, a single tear rolling down her beautiful cheeks. "Doll, I promise-” Bucky reached out to wipe the tear away but his hand froze in mid air as (Y/N) abruptly stood up, tears now freely sliding down her cheeks, turned on her heel and marched to Bucky’s front door. She grabbed her jacket and hand bag, not even giving Bucky a second glance as she did so.

     "(Y/N), doll, I promise it’s not like that anymore-“

     "Two hundred dollars?” (Y/N) looks at him, her beautiful lips trembling. “Two hundred dollars is all I mean to you?” Bucky’s heart aches, it hurts so fucking much and all he wants to do is reach out and hold (Y/N), comfort her and convince her that she meant the world to him. But before he could even open his mouth to respond (Y/N) slammed the door shut, leaving Bucky all alone in his apartment. 

    Bucky immediately ran to Steve’s place, damn well knowing that Peggy was probably there as well. His fist best upon the door loudly, he panted from the exertion of running god knows how many blocks, and his eyes burned with unshed tears. Immediately the door opened, revealing a rather dishelved looking Steve. 

   "Buck, uh- I’m kinda busy right now-“

    "Yeah, I can see that,” Bucky grumbles as he marches into Steve’s apartment, ignoring Steve’s cries not to. Bucky completely ignored the fact that Peggy was laying naked on the couch, a blanket wrapped around her body as she looked at Bucky in disappointment. “I fucked up Steve, I fucked up so bad," 

   "What? What’d you do?” Steve asks as he slams the front door shut, obviously unhappy with the way things were turning out. “I told (Y/N) about the bet,”

     "you- you- you fucking idiot! Why the hell would you do that?“ 

    "I thought she deserved to know!" 

    "God Bucky, what kind of an idiot does something like that?”

    “I do!" 

   "Wait-” Peggy raises a hand, silencing both boys. “What bet?” Both men sigh in disappointment, knowing that Peggy would beat both their asses for what they did.

     "That day in the bar, the day we returned home,“ 

    "Yes,” Peggy nods, acknowledging the memory.

     "Well I told Bucky that if he could date (Y/N) for a solid five months I’d give him two hundred dollars,“ Peggy looks between the two of them, dumbfounded, and even a bit hurt. The room is silent for far too long, no one says a word as Peggy sits there brewing in her anger. Both of the boys nearly cowered in fear, waiting for Peggy to snap and bite their heads off. 

   "You two-” Peggy whispers quietly, “Are the biggest dicks on the face of this earth!” Peggy chucks a pillow their way, cursing both of them to hell and back. “I can’t believe you’d do that!" 

   "I know,” Bucky cowers in fear as Peggy continues to throw pillows. “We were stupid!" 

   "I ought to get up and beat you to a bloody pulp, both of you!" 

    "Or you can help me fix this with (Y/N)!”

     "Why should I you heartless prick?“ 

    "Because I love her, okay! I love her more than I’ve ever loved anything in this world and I can’t- I can’t lose her,” Peggy finally settles down, looking at Bucky with a now much softer gaze. “I want to fix this, I want (Y/N) to know how much I love her.” Peggy sighs softly as she readjusts her blanket, pulling it up her body a little higher. 

    “She’s not going to be easy to win back, she’s sensitive and she likes to hold a grudge,” Bucky nods, sighing in defeat. “But I know you can win her back James,” Peggy smiles softly, “Plus with a little help from me you’ll be golden,” Bucky smiles, sighing in relief. 

    “Oh thank you so much Peggy, I can’t thank you enough," 

   "You can thank me by getting out of here, I’ll come buy Tommorrow to figure something out, okay?” Bucky nods as he runs a hand through his hair, gripping the strands gently.

    With Peggy’s help he actually had a chance at winning (Y/N) back, there was a glimmer of hope for him. He just hoped that he hadn’t hurt (Y/N) too much, he hoped it wasn’t too late to repair what they had.  


   "She loves the stars,“

     "Yeah, I know that Pegs,”

    “Loves chocolate," 

    "I know that too,”

     "She loves to read-“

     "Peggy, this is all shit I already know-”

    “She likes red wine too,”

    “How is this going to help me at all?”

    “Just combine them all together,” Peggy sighs, shaking her head. “A night under the stars, some chocolate and red wine, pick up a book for her," 

   "Peggy, Brooklyn is covered in snow, how am I supposed to-”

     "Stark has been working on this machine, more like a room really. Find (Y/N), tell her you’ll pick her up at six, I’ll give you directions to the place, you just show up with your stuff and I’ll have everything ready,“ 

    Bucky was a bit reluctant to agree, after all, what if Peggy screwed him over for making the bet? But this was the best plan he had right now so he had to roll with it even if his gut feeling was telling him it was a bad idea.


     Bucky rapped his knuckles against (Y/N)’s door, sighing shakily as he awaited an answer. 

    "Go away,” (Y/N)’s voice was soft, full of insecurity.

     "(Y/N), please just open up,“ 

  "Are you here to rub two hundred dollars in my face?” 

  “No, I’m here to ask you on a date-” 

  “a date? Are you serious?” 

  “Please (Y/N), just open up so I can talk to you,”

   “Why should I?” 

  “Please (Y/N),” Bucky rests his forehead against the cold wood door, sighing as he does. “I’m beggin’ ya doll,” Bucky could hear (Y/N) sigh softly and not a moment afterwards the door swung open, revealing a rather worn down looking (Y/N). Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, her hair was a mess, and the only piece of clothing around her body was an old robe. Even now Bucky found her stunning.

    “So…a date?” 

  “Yeah,” Bucky nods, trying to tear his eyes away from (Y/N)’s gorgeous form. 

   “I’ve picked some stuff up and I’ve got something special planned for us,”

   “Do I have to dress up?” Bucky smiles a bit, shaking his head as he does. 

  “Of course not, wear whatever you want,” 

  “…when do we leave?” 

  “Six,” (Y/N) sighs, resting her head against the doorframe. “I know I hurt you,” Bucky looks at his feet, shame flooding through his system. “It was stupid to even have the bet, I shouldn’t have done that to you and I’m so sorry (Y/N)-” 

  “It’s okay,” (Y/N) shrugs, “Guess it was the only way someone would ever want to date me-”

   “No doll,” Bucky takes a step forward to hold her, just like he usually did when she was hurting but this time he stopped himself, deciding against it. “That’s not true,”

   “that’s why you dated me, right? Had it not been for the bet you wouldn’t even be with me right now, would you?”

      “I don’t- I don’t know doll,” Bucky sighs, looking down to his hands once again.

       “Yeah…that’s what I thought,” Both of them fall silent for a bit, just staring at the ground, each one biting back their own words and feelings, too scared to share them at such a vulnerable moment. “I’ll be ready at 5:45,” (Y/N) finally speaks, their voice so quiet Bucky had to strain to hear it. “You can come pick me up then,” Bucky nods, sighing shakily as he does,

      “Sounds good,” He gave (Y/N) a gentle smile but it didn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually did. (Y/N) smiles back, mirroring his expression as she murmurs okay and gently closes the door, leaving Bucky all alone on their doorstep.

     Well, she had said yes, that was a start.


    As promised Bucky was there at 5:45, knocking on (Y/N)’s door gently. Immediately it swung open, revealing the girl herself and holy shit- she damn near took Bucky’s breath away. She wasn’t dressed in anything extravagant, just a simple floral dress, she didn’t even have a lick of makeup on and Bucky still thought she looked far more beautiful than any other woman he’d laid eyes on.

  “You look amazing,” Bucky whispers, his eyes unashamedly raking over (Y/N)’s form. A slight blush rise to her cheeks, the same blush that made Bucky fall in love and suddenly he felt like he was on his first date all over again.

   “Thank you,” (Y/N) whispers all shy and timidly, making Bucky’s heart flutter lightly.

  “I uh- I’d ask to hold your hand but I think you’d break my hand if I did,” Bucky smiles sheepishly as he and (Y/N) make their way down the steps and out onto the open streets. Wordlessly (Y/N) clasps Bucky’s hand in her own, giving it a soft squeeze, a reassuring squeeze. Even when she was mad at him she could help but give into the affection, Bucky loved it. Bucky smiles happily as he guides (Y/N) along, his thumb smoothing circles into her skin as they walked along, venturing further and further away from civilization.

  “Uh- you’re not taking me out here to murder me, are you?” (Y/N) chuckles nervously, looking at the abandoned streets and overpowering weeds in fear.
  “Of course not,” Bucky chuckles. “I’ve just got something special, that’s all,”

  “Is it murder? I bet it’s murder,”

  “It’s not murder,” Bucky chuckles a bit. “I promise,”

  “Well, what’s in the box?” (Y/N) gestures to the small bag Bucky carried in his free hand. It was full of all the materials Peggy told him to bring, chocolate, wine, a good book all he needed was Starks facility and hopefully he was good to go…hopefully…

   The place Peggy had given him the directions to was…run down to put it lightly. It was a crumbling buidling in some old lot, one that barely looked inhabitable but Bucky didnt doubt Peggy, never did and never would.

  “This is the surprise?” (Y/N) asks in disbelief.

  “It’s on the inside,” Bucky mutters, biting his lip as he took a few steps towards the building. He trusted Peggy, he trusted Peggy, he trusted Peggy, he trusted-

   Bucky stops as he enters the building, his eyes roaming around the interior in shock. It was full of stars- not exaggerating. The entire interior was space, he could see all the planets, every star, every little speck of dust in the universe was in this room.

  (Y/N) trails not too far behind, her eyes wide as she stepped in as well. If Bucky thought that was cool it became magnificent when suddenly the stars and planets began to move, orbiting as though they were actually in space.

  “Bucky-” (Y/N)’s voice is quiet, full of surprise as she looks around. She trails off however as they reach out, touching a small star close to them. The thing moved to her hand, sitting there as though an actual fucking star was made to fit in her hand.

   “You like stars, don’t'cha?” Bucky asks as he gently tugs (Y/N) along, to a small spot in the middle of the room. There was already a blanket there (Thanks Peggy) and Bucky sat down, pulling (Y/N) alongside him. She looked around in awe, her eyes twinkling in a way Bucky had never seen before. She looked so beatiful, so full I happiness and curiosity that Bucky wished he could just live in this moment forever, just to watch (Y/N) smiles the way she was smiling. “I also- uh- have some chocolate and wine,” Bucky pulls the two Items out, setting them down on the blanket for (Y/N) to take. “And I know you love poetry and love so-” Bucky chuckles as he pulls out some poetry book he had found at the store. It was chuck full of cheesy romance poems and he knew (Y/N) would simply eat up.

   “You did all this for me?” (Y/N) asks softly, her eyes brimming with tears as she looks at Bucky. Bucky nods, smiling at her so sweetly and so lovingly he was surprised he didn’t develop diabetes.

  “Yeah I did, with a little help from some friends,” (Y/N) smiles, her eyes watering even more as she pounces forward, wrapping Bucky up In a warm, tight hug.

  “Thank you so much,” She whispers as she nuzzles into his neck, breathing in deeply.

  Bucky wraps his arms around (Y/N)’s waist, sighing softly as he finally- finally held her. It felt so good to have her back in his arms, it had only been a few days but even that had been too much for him.

  “Anything for you doll,” Bucky whispers as he kisses the tip of (Y/N)’s ear, a small action that she loved dearly. “I’m so sorry about the bet, I promise you mean so much more to me than some stupid money. The thought of hurting you the way I did makes me sick, I don’t want you to ever think I don’t love you, because I do, I love you so fucking much (Y/N) and I wish I had told you sooner,” Bucky rants as he rubs his nose against (Y/N)’s pulse point, her heartbeat soothing him slightly.

    “I love you too Bucky,” (Y/N) smiles at Bucky, her cheeks now wet with tears. “I love you so much,” Without any hesitation she leans forward, connection her lips with Bucky’s.

     It felt so good to be kissing her, to be able to feel her and hold her, it felt so amazing to know that she knew that he loved her, what was even better was knowing she loved him back. Bucky and (Y/N) loved each other, that’s all that mattered.

    Bucky pulls (Y/N) a little closer, kisses her a little deeper, a little more passionately, a little more sensually-

     “As cute as this moment is,” Howard Stark’s voice blares through the room, breaking the two lovers apart. “I’d like to remind you two not to have sex inside here, I don’t need your bodily fluids all over my experiment, thanks,”

Selfless Love - part 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A journey toward recovery and the story of a broken man falling in love with a woman.

Word Count: 900

Warnings: Language, Injuries, Blood

A/N: I loved the feedback I got from you ^^ You’re all incredibly nice, thank you! Meet your neighbour, my beautiful cupcakes ♥

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Originally posted by jxmsbuchxn

After a few weeks, Bucky created his own routine. It helped him deal with his anxiety. He woke up every morning at 8am, even though he only slept three hours tops. Then, he padded his way to the kitchen where he ate his oatmeal and sipped his coffee. He spent his morning working out at the gym before he dealt with the paperwork and reports.

He hated paperwork with a passion, but he did it without complaining. His therapist suggested that he should socialize a bit, so he reluctantly joined the others for dinner.

His days were dull and monotonous and he liked them this way. For a moment at least. Now, he desperately needed some excitement.

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Frozen

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Summary: One cold snowy night you find yourself stuck at Baker Street trying to assist Sherlock with a case. Sherlock and (y/n) constantly bicker and argue, to the point where neither can take it much longer. They get stuck together in the freezing cold for one night, who will crack first.

Warnings: Swearing, smut? (okay what am I talking about) definitely smut

Originally posted by sherlockspeare


“Why do you always push me out of everything?” You yelled, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation. “(Y/n) with stuff like this it’s do or die, you’ll most likely die.” Sherlock said shrugging his shoulders in his dark blue dress shirt. “You’re implying I can’t take care of myself.” You stated leaning on a chair in front of you. Sherlock was controlling and demeaning when it came to everything. He always had to have the last word, and he always had to be right. Even if he was wrong.

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Dirty Dancing

Jimin

Summery: Dance practice turned steamy is probably the best way for you to end your day

W/C: 2570

You moved from America to Korea thanks to your dance abilities. You had been doing what ever it was you could to become a professional dancer and when the all girl group Red Velvet called upon you for your assistance to ‘Americanize’ their dancing you couldn’t help but chuckle and happily accept their offer to fly you out. You knew by the term 'Americanize’ and watching the girls perform that this term was just a nice way of them asking you to teach the girls how to look sexier in their dancing. You didnt mind though, sexy was your specialty.

You had been working with the girls for weeks now and found yourself loving their company. They were so sweet and worked so hard that by the time you got home and kicked off your shoes you held no grudges against how tired you were; this was your dream.

Word spread that a new professional dancer was helping Red Velvet out and soon your 9 to 5 days were turned into 6 to 12 with all the extra lessons you had been giving. Your favorite, aside form Red Velvet of course, was the boy band BTS. Though their members varied in ability they took every pointer you had with stride and did their hardest to work to improve, even when you weren’t there yelling at them to step on a certain count.

Within this group you spent the most time with Jimin, why you had no idea. He was definitely one of the more talented dancers of the group and picked up the choreography extremely fast. But still you found yourself meeting up with him and two of the other boys at 8 and even when the others left at 10 you were still working with him till midnight almost every day of the week. You kicked it off with him right away and would be stupid to not admit half the reason you enjoyed working with him so much had partly to do with how gorgeous he was, both inside and out. Tonight was different, though. Hoseok and Jungkook had stayed behind basically begging you to finally perform a dance they had seen you do a month before moving to South Korea.

“Guys I don’t think thats a good idea.” You laughed shaking your head as you remembered the dirty choreography.

“Oh common, we’ve already watched you do it on youtube, why can’t you do it now?” Hoseok said as the three of them sat against the glass staring up at you.

“Yeah, and then when your done you can teach it to us and we can do it.” Jung kook said smiling up to you.

Biting your lip you raised your hands to stop the boys from talking over you and agreed, mainly because you wanted to see these three rolling around and twerking on the floor.

“Fine, but you can’t act weird.” You said pointing a finger at each of themas you fixed the large cut up tee you were wearing over your dance spanks. When they all agreed you pulled the song 'Privacy’ by Chris Brown up and walked to the opposite wall.

You took a deep breath before nodding to Hoseok to press play and when the right part came on you started your strut forward, making sure you popped your hips with every step you took. This room was alot smaller than the floor you originally danced this on and you soon found yourself extremely close to the boys as you dipped down from your kneeling position and flicked your butt in the proper motion. Your eyes met Jimin’s as you did this and for half a second you almost forgot your next step. You saved yourself by improvising and twirling on one of your kneepads and swinging your left leg around until you landed in the splits catching back up to the beat, Smiling as you realized how close your long leg was to where Jimin sat with open knees. You dipped and rolled again landing in another set of splits before rolling once more to twerk on the beat again.

Finishing you stood up and covered your face with your hands as the boys clapped and stood.

“Y/n, I don’t think I can do the whole.. You know.” Jungkook said spreading his legs as far as they could to indicate a split.

“Thats okay, theres different choreography. I kind messed up a little” You said still red in the cheeks which was caused by the dark look Jimin was giving you.

“What if we made it a pairs dance? Jimin, you have experience in pairs right?” Hoseok said leaning forward to look at Jimin.

When the two of you agreed You took your place infront of Jimin and shuttered at the feeling of his hand on your hip as you waited for Hoseok to play the song. This was the first time you were running it through after the boys helped you add a more masculine part to the dance and you couldn’t help but blush at how dirty it was, and coming from you that was saying something.

The two of you stepped and then double stepped twice together when the time in the song came and your couldn’t help but only focus on the feeling of Jimin behind you. To make it even worse, as you snaked your body to the side and placed your hands on your knee as you popped your hip the feeling of Jimin’s crotch hitting your body as he mimicked your move and thrusted forward sent a chill up your spine. You let him spin you twice before catching your back and dipped you till you were left in a back bend where you kicked over to land in the splits once more, twerking for two beats as Jimin stepped around you.

You took his hand as he pulled your body back up and stuck his leg between yours as you ground upon his thigh till the two of you were kneeling on the floor and as you dipped your body again so your cheek was now pressed to the floor
 you rose your behind to snap it you watched as Jimin rolled his body beside you, not taking his eyes off of your exposed skin. The next move was worse as you followed the original choreography and laid on your side to Lift your leg so your knee was by your ear. You almost forgot that Jimins part was to hold your leg up while hovering over your body so when his hands wrapped around your ankle you forgot to finish the move out.

“Alright!” Hoseok clapped as the dance finished and Jimin held a hand out to help you rise from the ground. The touch of his fingers once again making you forget about the other two boys.

You went home that night flustered and not quite sure what to do with yourself. You found yourself on the couch freshly showered with a smoothie in your hand watching and rewatching the video the boys were talking about when they brought up dancing for them, Jimin and his touch still very much in the front of your mind. There was a knock on your door and without looking up, or even thinking you called out.

“Its open!”

You took another sip expecting to see one of the Red Velvet girls as you had been placed in the same dorm building as them, but as Jimin walked into the apartment and stood in front of the coffee table you choked on a strawberry seed.

“What are you doing here?” You said suddenly becoming very selfconcious with your choice of pjs; an old sports bra and your class of 2014 highschool sweatpants. You watched as Jimin looked at you with the same look he had when you first danced for him, pure lust and you felt yourself fighting the urge to look at his lips, so you bit yours instead. You waited for him to say something but he seemed just as lost for words as you felt. The stare down became unbearable so you shifted so now both your feet were on the hardwood floor.

“Jimin?” You breathed he still hasn’t said one word. You watched as he finally looked away from you, obviously having a battle within himself before his eyes set back on yours and he moved from behind the coffee table and lent down with his arms straddling your body.

You couldn’t take it anymore and finally let your eyes move down to his lips, causing you to see something that make you smiled. In his bent over position his loose shirt fell forward so you could see straight down it. You but your lip and let your eyes gaze down his now slightly exposed chest. Not being able to help yourself as you took two fistfuls of his shirt and looked back up to meet his gaze. He chuckled and bit his lip before leaning down till your lips were barley apart. He hovered there, trying to make sure that this was okay for you, but it more than was. You were the one to close the space between the two of you by letting go of his shirt with one hand and hooking it behind his neck.

The kiss was heavy and needy between the two of you. With all the sexual tension that had been building up between you two the past few weeks you were surprised this didn’t happen sooner. His hands had traveled up so his palms rested against your cheeks while his fingers hooked around your neck holding you in places. Without him even needing to ask you let him slip his tongue into your mouth, giving up the fight to control him sooner than you wanted to. It just felt so good to have him powering over you. Frantic hands reached down to his shirt and in one swift motion you were tossing it over the back of the couch, now eyeing your new candy. The kiss picked back up and you couldn’t help yourself when you started to run your hands all over his chest, making sure not one inch of skin was left untouched. This included all the way down to the hem of his pants, where his member was already filling any wiggle room he had to spare. This make you gasp into the kiss, the need for him now was stronger than ever. He took your hint and sat next to you to encourage you to swing a leg over him. You tugged at his hair making his head snap back as you started to grind on his lap, letting your dancer hips control his new found stimulation. With his hands now tracing up your bare back and his fingers intertwining with the many crossing straps of your bra he sat up giving him your open neck to trail kisses down. He found your sweet spot to be right in the crevice between your collarbones and your breath hitched. You felt him smile against your skin  as he nipped and sucked at your quick to mark skin. Groaning you tugged his hair again so you could press your face to his. Pressure pulling at your shoulders told you he was tugging at your bra, which you quickly let him take off of you before he laid you down on your back. You reached forward confidently as and started to palm his member through his jeans while he kissed you feverishly once more. You decided to take this part slow, palming him than stoping to unbutton, than palming just to stop and unzip. It got tot he point where he growled and sat up to take his pants and boxers off before ripping yours form underneath you. He didn’t take a second to pause and look at you, his lips needed yours too badly so as he crawled back over you and lent down to kiss you couldn’t help but groan at the feint feeling of his member against your slit. You started to raise your hips up and down again just to feel him close to you. To try and get him to touch you. He bit your bottom lip and smiled a mischievous smile as he let his fingers travel down your body till he hit your core. You gasped at his touch now grinding your hips to mimic the movement of his fingers. He entered you and started to pump, his lips finally leaving yours so he could take one of your breasts into his mouth where his skilled tongue flicked and sucked on and around your over sensitive nipples. You bit back a moan and tried to reach for his member but it was just out of grasp.

“Jimin.” You said in a husky voice through a shutter

“Tell me what you want.” He said, his hot breath against your wet nipple causing a shiver down your spine as it became even more erect than it was before.

“Fuck me.” You barley breathed, the sensation of his fingers starting to drive you to your favorite feeling.

“I can’t hear you.” He said slowing down his pumping on purpose.

“Dear God just fuck me!” You said a lot louder than you intended.

He chuckled again before kissing his way back up to your mouth. You felt him line himself up with your opening and you groaned, this teasing was too much. Once aligned he started to press his tip into you slowly causing you to break out of the kiss so you could moan into his shoulder. You were surprised just how much of you he took up. You started to roll your hips against him as he teased you by staying still. He cussed at your movement and instantly picked up to a speed you weren’t fully ready for, but still you let a cry out in pleasure as you started to fit to him. He crashed his lips to yours once again but the kiss was sloppy between shaky breaths and moaning from the both of you. His pumps became staggered and rough as he reached down to rub your clit. With every pump you felt yourself getting closer the edge and you knew he was right there behind you. His forehead was pressed to yours and you grabbed tighter to his now dampening hair trying to hold yourself still but with your orgasm was this close to spilling over your back arched and you pressed yourself up into Jimins chest to the point where he had to hold you down. The moment his free hand grabbed onto your hips was the moment you came. And you came hard. He rode out your high until his came and he quickly pulled out and gasped when you pushed him to his back so you could finish him off with your mouth. His hand found your hair and knotted it around his fist as you bobbed your head against his bucking hips. You heard him cuss your name before groaning once more and releasing into your mouth. You swallowed before he could even let go of your hair. Sitting up you looked up to see him staring at you with lidded eyes and goofy grin. You reached your smoothie and took the straw between your lips to tease him with a wink. A wink that made him grab your hand and pull you into your open bedroom for another round before the two of you passed out in each other’s arms from exhaustion.

Devotion: 1950s!Bucky AU

                                                 Summary:
A summer stuck in the south was not what you expected, nonetheless you spend your time along the porch of your Aunt’s home - placed in a summertime sadness. You were devoted to your image of good girl ways, your family expects nothing less than the perfect little girl to be married off by the age of 19 - that is until you met the boy next door.

Notes: 50s!Bucky AU, teasing, Naked Bucky, smoking

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Felicity is the most misogynist thing about Arrow.

Felicity has consistently, from as far back as season 1, viewed every other woman has her competition. She’s thrown every other female character under the bus to better herself and it genuinely baffles me that Felicity fans accuse those who dislike her of being misogynist, because Felicity has - since her conception - been the writers primary tool to facilitate their own misogyny.

Felicity dug into Moira’s background (granted she was enlisted to do so, however she continued even after she was specifically told to stop). Felicity then used the information she’d found on Moira (that also involved Thea) as she saw fit, with no regards for the women in question. She told Oliver, simultaneously dismissing Moira’s privacy, driving a wedge in the Queen family, viewing Oliver’s opinion as higher than either Moira or Thea (who the info ACTUALLY concerned) and faciliated the writer’s need for Queen Family Drama and more Oliver-man-pain.

Felicity made a petty remark of “What was it fantasy island?” Because she found out about Shado and Sara being present on Lian Yu. Oliver is traumatized and is hallucinating about a dead Shado, is consumed with guilt over her death and has consistently expressed that the island was too horrifying for him to talk about. And Felicity gets so jealous over the mere existence of a dead girl who was a part of Oliver’s life literal years before Felicity even knew he existed, to the point where she makes scathing comments and flippant remarks about his trauma.

Felicity needs to be reassured and explicitly told that SHE is Oliver’s ‘girl’ when Sara joins the team, because she doesn’t see Sara as an equal and is so threatened and intimdated by another woman joining the team they needed to literally specify that Felicity is The Girl ™. God forbid women work togehter and value each other without being pitted against each other.

Felicity called Oliver’s own mother diabolical AT HER FUNERAL, clearly not having any respect (if not for Moira as a person then she should have AT LEAST have respect for what she meant to Oliver), and this disgusting comment is never addressed or considered out of line in the narrative whatsoever. She also made a similar quip after Amanda Waller was shot.

Felicity is rude, dismissive, ashamed of and disrespectful to her mother near constantly. She looks down on her for not being as intelligent and slut shames her for her dress, despite the fact Donna raised Felicity single-handedly and dotes on her daughter completely.

Before I go on I’d love to point out that ALL OF THIS SO FAR (with the exception of the Waller comment) took place in Seasons 1&2, because people seem to forget that Felicity has always been awful, and they’re viewing the earlier seasons with rose-tinted glasses because seasons 3&4 were just THAT BAD.

When Season 3 started, Olicity was suddenly a thing, and they shoehorned in some flashbacks to try and make it more feasible, one of which included Felicity randomly walking into her boss’ office at QC after hours with no purpose, spying a photo of Oliver on a desk and commenting aloud to herself how cute he is and how “its a pity you’re dead”. This doesnt have anything to do with her treatment of women, but atleast her lack of respect for the dead is a consistent character trait!

Felicity continues to throw Thea under the bus, what started with Felicity telling Oliver about Thea’s true parentage, driving a wedge in the family and neglecting to tell Thea (or moira, who’s secret it was to tell), continues with Felicity outright telling Oliver not to save his sister because it might result in his death (a risk that Oliver has already stipulated that he’s willing to take).

But it gets worse!! A newly resurrected Thea is struggling with bloodlust and is too traumatized to return to her apartment because of what happened there, she moves in with Laurel, because Felicity and Oliver wanted to drive off into the sunset and play house. Months later it’s revealed that Felicity has been consulting with the team behind Oliver’s back the whole time and not once did she suggest they return and not once did either of them consider that Thea might need him. Its also never once addressed that Felicity was wrong for lying and keeping secrets, because Felicity is never wrong!!

(Also in The Flash, Felicity straight up told Eddie that it was completely fine for him to lie to Iris if it was for her own good!)

Then, when Felicity finds out Oliver fathered a child years ago that he didn’t know about, her temper tantrum caused such a distrubance in the team dynamic that they got killed and Barry had to go back in time to correct the timeline to stop it from happening. So Barry obviously knew about the kid.

William’s mother straight up tells Oliver that she doesnt trust him or his intentions and if he wants to get to know his son then it has to be a secret and strictly as a family friend until she’s convinced he’s in it for the long haul (this makes total sense given the Oliver she knew was a selfish, egotistical playboy who was NOT father material, she needs to see that he’s changed, and not overwhelm her son unnecessarily if it turns out that he hasnt).

When William is kidnapped and Felicity finds out about him as a result, she is petty and juvenile while they’re working, completely dismisses and gets snappy with Samantha when she apologizes, even when Samantha takes full responsibilty for what she asked Oliver to do, and not once does Felicity ever ask about William’s wellbeing. Felicity is surpised to discover that William - like Oliver - likes baseball, and makes YET ANOTHER SCATHING COMMENT AT OLIVERS EXPENSE by saying that they should hope the resemblence ends there, because she apparently thinks that her fiancee has absolutely no positive qualities whatsoever that might be nice to pass on.

Felicity then breaks up with Oliver for lying to her, even though he didnt want to but had to if he wanted to know his son. Even though she spent months lying to him mere weeks earlier, even though she told Eddie that lying was okay. Even though she told her mother the prior week that it was okay if Quentin kept things from her because she should trust he had a good reason.

Felicity then keeps the apartment (yknow the one that used to be Thea’s until she had to move in with Laurel to deal with her trauma), as a result Oliver slums it out in the Arrow cave, because depsite running for Mayor, Oliver is unemployed. Felicity has a CEO salary but of course she keeps the apartment. She’s Felicity. God himself shit her out and she is completely right all the fucking time even when shes a self-righteous, hypocritical piece of shit.

Felicity makes bitchy comments about the breakup when theyre trying to work even though she was the one to end it, she then tells Oliver that he will always be who he was on that island. She basically told him the most traumatic experience in his entire life is all he will amount to, and the person he is as a result of his trauma is not someone she can love and its his fault that he’s that way because apparently she’s a victim blaming piece of shit as well as a hypocrite.

Laurel dies and on her deathbed tells Oliver that Felicity is the best thing for him despite the fact she loved him too. The writers wanted to 10000000% make sure that we all know that Felicity is The Girl ™ and anyone at all that might’ve potentially maybe been competition just pales in comparison, my guy.

Diggle is traumatized by the situation with his family and Felicity makes YET ANOTHER INSULTING, DISRESPECTUL “JOKE” AT OLIVER’S EXPENSE by saying Diggle is “one illegitmate child away from a great Oliver Queen impersonation”, making another dig at William, yknow the kid that she dumped Oliver over, the one Oliver didnt know about himself until shortly before she did, the kid that Oliver had to say goodbye to, before he’d even gotten the chance to be a dad to, in order to keep him safe. (But she loves Oliver so much guys! Honest! So totally cares about his wellbeing and whats best for him, even at the detriment of herself, I swear!)

TL;DR in conclusion, Felicity is a misogynist tool that the writers have been employing from day one. Its a common trope in fiction. She’s the token female character that all other females get compared to/dismissed for. They pit women against each other at every available oppprtunity and have Felicity become this untouchable writers-pet that is never called out and can never be wrong and she’s just so great and can do everything and everyone loves her and no one seems to question any of the horrible things she does because she is so righteous in her writers-pet bubble!

And because she’s a woman they try and champion this as ground-breaking and feminist, when its actually extremely misogynist and anti-feminist, especially when you consider that if the tables were turned and OLIVER was the one doing all this shit to Felicity, then people would be out for blood and screaming misogyny from the rooftops, but because Felicity herself is a woman, they think that it makes her exempt.

But felicity isnt a woman, she’s not real, she’s a puppet being controlled by men and theyre using a female character to get away with misogyny.

The whole idea of The Girl ™ and the concept that one female character has to be the 'Alpha’ and something happens to every other female to prove that she is clearly The Best of the women, is always inherently misogynist and exists to fasciliate pitting women against each other.

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Baron Corbin x Reader

Originally posted by sassabarry

“I know baby, yeah… I get that..” Baron was on his phone talking to his girlfriend of 4months, “Please, don’t be upset… I know, I know. Ok, well I’m on my way then!” the last sentece made you crease you eyebrow.

“What’s up this time?” you asked annoyed when Baron hung up.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but I have to cancel our plans.” he nonchalantly informed you.

“What? Why? We talked about this for months now! Did you now how much I spent on the tickets?”

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“Is it wrong to like…LIKE another person??” Dan said, leaning against the countertop. He was keeping Arin company while he did the dishes; didnt want to leave him there doing chores he honestly didnt NEED to do. (“The dishwasher is full and i really, REALLY dont want to leave any dishes in the sink until tomorrow morning”)

Arin wordlessly removed one of his earbuds, ear flicking in Dans general direction to try and hear him better.

“Say that again, ive got music playing too fucking loud to actually understand you over this running water.”

Dan stared at the pile of dishes in the sink, idly rubbing the dip of his gills along his neck. (‘Theyre getting kinda dry’ he thought)

“I was uhh, i was talking to Brian yesterday. Because you know, hes old-”

Arin snorted.

“- and hes been alive for awhile. So he tends to have alot of answers for things. But i think he falls a bit…short… on mortal…issues.”

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Landslide: Part Four (ending)

                                            SUMMARY:

Dayton White (Logan Lucky) x Reader

When a tragic accident happens in the heart of your hometown - you’re forced to go back to the countryside you’d sworn to forget. In the midst of your world turning upside down you find yourself in a state of panic when the familiar face returns in your life, Dayton White. From the time you were young he was labeled in your mind as the man who got under your skin, with the past brimming to the surface - will you be able to fight off the landslide of love?

Word count: 5,279 (long I know…hahahah)

Notes: Cursing, Tension, SO. MUCH. FLUFF.

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Kim Yongguk “Bad Boy” Scenario
  • you had moved to a new apartment and found out that your next door neighbor was this mysterious guy named Yongguk
  • the first week after you moved in, you tried to introduce yourself but he never seemed to be home or was ignoring you when you rang the doorbell
  • you gave up and eventually forgot about him and settled in nicely
  • but one night you hear what sounds like glass breaking and furniture being thrown around from the apartment next to yours so you decide to check it out
  • “hello? is anyone there?”
  • the ruckus inside immediately stopped as you rang the doorbell another time
  • “are you okay in there?”
  • the door cracked open and you finally saw your neighbor for the first time
  • he had messy hair, a cut slashed across his chin, and a partially ripped shirt on
  • “im fine, don’t worry about it.” he said before closing the door
  • “o-okay! just let me know if you need anything!” you yelled in hopes that he would hear you across the thin walls 
  • you forgot about the incident because of your busy schedule balancing work and school, but once more you heard the same noises coming from the apartment, but this time even louder
  • you furiously knocked on the door, partially because you were trying to finish your essay for your literature class and you couldn’t concentrate, and partially because you were concerned
  • “are you okay in there??”
  • you jumped back when the door swung open and two men dressed in suits holding a gun and knife barged their way out
  • “hey lady, might want to check up on your boyfriend there. he’ll probably need some help unless he wants to die in there.” one of them snickered before yelling at his partner to hurry up as they left
  • “wh-what?” still in shock, you hesitated as you cracked open the apartment door
  • you gasped when you saw your neighbor, bloody, bruised, and beaten up as he lied on the ground of his living room
  • you rushed over to him and took of your jacket, trying to stop his wounds from losing more blood
  • “i need to call 911″ you said, looking for your phone before realizing that you left it in your apartment
  • “no” yongguk managed to say as he winced in pain
  • “what?” 
  • “dont call 911. no hospitals, please.” he said as he grabbed your jacket closer to where he had been cut in his side
  • “but you could die!” you were shaking at the sight of all the blood that was in front of you but you managed to find some towels in his bathroom for him to use to stop the blood
  • “my phone.” yongguk nodded his head towards the coffee table that was barely holding up “call si hyun”
  • you grabbed the phone and found the name in his recent calls history
  • as you tried to explain what was happening, si hyun seemed to understand what had happened (despite how much you were stammering) and said he would be there soon
  • si hyun showed up after 10 minutes with what seemed like professional medical tools and carried yongguk to the bathroom
  • “thanks for taking care of yongguk and all, but who are you?”
  • “i’m y/n, his next door neighbor.”
  • “ah, i see. well im glad you called me.”
  • you nodded as he slipped into the bathroom to take care of yongguk, and you finally got some time to breathe
  • you cleaned up your blood stained hands in his kitchen sink and took some time to look around the apartment 
  • as si hyun and yongguk were busy in the bathroom, you took the time to clean up his kitchen and living room which were ridden with shards of glass from plates, cups, bowls, etc. being thrown around. you even got a rag and wiped down the parts of his apartment that were stained with blood with soap and water because you knew that yongguk surely wasnt in the condition to be able to clean his apartment of the mess
  • after you finished, you brewed a pot of hot tea and set aside two cups for si hyun and yongguk as si hyun came out just in time
  • “did you clean up the apartment for him?” si hyun smiled as he looked around “that’s awfully nice of you…”
  • “dont worry about it, please.” you sipped your drink as you peeked into the room that the two had been so busy in. “is yongguk okay?”
  • si hyun nodded. “im sorry you got dragged into this. hes fine and all, hes just been caught up in some bad business that hes having a hard time getting out of.”
  • “oh i see” you set your cup down in the kitchen sink and motioned to the tea. “i brewed some of the green tea that i found in the cupboard so please help yourselves. i left my phone number in yongguk’s phone so please call me if he needs anything.”
  • “thanks y/n, but i assure you he’ll be just fine.”
  • days went by without a single sound from your neighbor’s apartment when one day from your way home from work, you saw a bouquet of flowers laid down in front of your door
  • you felt all of the stress that had been piled on top of you for the past few weeks get lifted off of your shoulders as you turned them around in your hands, admiring the smell and beauty of them
  • you noticed a small note tucked inside of the bouquet
  • “thank you for saving me and even taking the time to clean up the apartment – yongguk.”
  • you smiled at the messy hand writing and let the bouquet sit in a vase of water
  • later that night, you had made one too many servings of pasta so you decided you’d bring some for yongguk and meanwhile check up on him while you were there
  • before your hand even reached the doorbell the door swung open and yongguk stood in front of you 
  • “o-oh i was just wondering if you’d like to have some pasta since i’d made a little extra.” you handed him the glass container and he smiled back
  • “oh wow thanks, you really didnt need to”
  • “no worries, really. can i come in?”
  • you spent the night happily as you watched yongguk devour the meal and even ended up sharing lots of stories and just talking in general
  • in the middle of the meal, yongguk couldnt help but compliment your cooking
  • “i dont usually flatter myself but yeah i guess you could say im a pretty good cook” you laughed
  • “maybe you could teach me sometime”
  • in fact, when yongguk finally asked you out, your first date was in your apartment where you two made a cake
  • it got super messy when you accidentally got powdered sugar all over his shirt and he retaliated with cake batter on your face
  • whenever you guys are cuddling you’ll unconsciously trace all of the scars and tattoos that ran all over his torso
  • makes him blushy blushy
  • si hyun always third wheels you guys and gushes about how cute you are
  • in fact hes extremely satisfied that you two are dating because he can see the positive influence you have on yongguk
  • lots of small kisses even in public bc hes like “ya shes mine” even tho no one asked
  • becomes a little kid around you (aka super soft) and you spend your nights laughing so hard that your face and stomach begin to hurt
  • sometimes when he’s caught up in trouble again he will feel super guilty when he comes home with more cuts and bruises and he sees the look of pain and sadness in your eyes
  • but you always make it up with cuddling and long movie nights and lots of “i love you”s

Originally posted by yoonjsung

Brown Piano

Pairing: Reader x Pianist!Yoongi

Genre: Fluff (?), pianist AU

Warning: Mention of abuse, trauma from abuse

Status: Finished

!Do not repost!



“You’re not going to get up?” You asked softly, staring at your roomate that was lying on his bed, awake, but he refused. You let out a sigh, wondering if he was going to live like that for the rest of his life. “Come on, Yoongi, shouldn’t you at least eat something?”

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With You By My Side - One

A/N: Mini series, or series… I haven’t decided yet. This is going to be an angsty ride, so be prepared. Thank you to @melonberri @hanny-writes-spn and @thorne93 for checking this out for me. I’m still recovering from a writer’s block, so don’t be too harsh.

Characters: Reader, Jensen, Jared (mentioned)

Warnings: None in this part I think. Itallics are memories.

Wordcount: 1257

*No hate towards Jensen and his lovely family. This is fiction.*



“(YN)? Is everything okay?” Jensen’s sleepy voice sounded through the phone. You were probably crossing a line calling him like this, two months after your breakup, at one in the morning, but you needed to hear his voice.

You and Jensen had gone from friends to best friends to falling madly in love, but it was short lived. You didn’t know if it was the distance or the fact that you just did better as friends, but after a year of trying to make things work you had both decided to end it. The heartbreak was inevitable, but you didn’t know if it was your friend or you boyfriend that you missed.

“Yeah, everything is fine. I just…” you trailed off, not knowing how to finish that thought. “You remember when we first met? Way back when Jared dragged you to my 23rd birthday party?”

“Of course I remember. You were the only person there who was less interested in your party than I was.” He chuckled at the memory.

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Im Yours | Part 9

A/N: First off, I’m sorry this took so long to update I have a plan and I just needed a filler, so thats basically what this is, even though its kind of important to the story. Second off I just wanted to give a public thank you to my two good friends @i-thinkiloveyoutoomuch and @park-thatasshere. They’ve really helped me make this story come to life and they put up with me when I need to brain storms ideas, Thank you P&R, I love you two. 

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader
Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff
WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on


‘Mr. Lee, please it won’t happen again, please don’t do this.’ You said from a deep bow, mainly so he wouldn’t see the tears that were running down your cheeks.

He was never home anyways so why it mattered that you were now in his sons apartment you didnt understand. You didn’t mean to fall for his son. For Seungri.

It had almost been a week, or so you were told by Daesung that you had been at the Kwon residence. The men treated you nicely, always making sure you were fed and watered and that your wounds were properly tended to. Infection was the last thing they wanted you to experience. You had been bed ridden. Trying to stand was took too much effort and by the time you had even shifted enough from the bed you were to tired to go on. But it was getting better. The bruises that you could seen had started to fade into a sickly green and the swelling on your face was all but gone. Still, as comfortable as the boys had made you feel, you were still uncomfortable being there. Every night you spent dreaming of one of two things; Jaebum, or the concrete building.

You woke up one morning to a dark room, your body aching from being still for so long. Through the pain erupting in your side you tried to sit up. You gasped loud and moved your hand to your stomach, the door to the room you were in opening quickly and the lights flicked on to reveal a worried face Seungri. He didnt say anything, just made his way to the bed, sat next to you and helped you sit up. His hand hooked around your waist for you to brace yourself against his shoulder. His hand started to pull up the bottom of your shirt. You sat up more, wincing with the sharp pain and turning as best you could to look at him.

“What the hell are you doing?” You coughed as he replaced his hands on you to help support you.

“I was just going to change the gauze.” He started reaching over to pull the new pack off the table. “Plus its not like I haven’t seen whats under your shirt.” He added quietly making you cough again.

You accepted the water he reached for and nodded your head in thanks, things growing more and more awkward. He helped you lay back down and rolled your shirt up, his fingertips grazing the bruised skin of your stomach.

'Its been two weeks since they took you and you still look like an old punching bag.“ He said. You watched as the muscles in his jaw clenched.

"Im fine.” You said past the pain of his fingers pressing across the bruising on your stomach.

“You’re not fine, have you seen yourself?”

“I don’t want to.”

He sighed and pushed your shirt up more till he got to the patch that hugged the center of your stomach. His fingers softly pulled the tape away and you watched as his face fell into grimace. You didnt want to let him know how bad it hurt, but you couldn’t help but take ahold of his hand and squeeze as he started to disinfect the stitches.

“Ah, wait wait wait.” You gasped as he started to apply ointment to the stitches. “Can.. Can I shower please I think it will make me feel better.” You said. Anything to get the pain he was inflicting to stop just a little longer.

“Oh, sure. You probably haven’t showered in a while huh.” He said, kicking himself but happy it got you to chuckle lightly.

With great effort from Seungri and then Daesung when he walked by to hear you groaning in pain, you were able to stand on shaky legs and be led to the bathroom. Seungri sat you on the side of the bathtub and started to help you undress. You were both blushing, though being intimate was something you two weren’t strangers to, you now having Jaebum made things extra weird.

But if you meant as much to Jaebum as you thought you did, why wasn’t he the one to rescue you. Why wasn’t he the one here helping you undress and cleaning your wounds. Your hands pushed Seungri’s hands aside angrily, not caring about the face he gave you as you stood yourself up, wrapping the towel he had placed over you around your sore body.

'Get out, I have it from here.’ You bit.

'What if you fa-’

'Get out Seungri.’

He breathed hard but listened to you, but only because one of the many rules Jiyong left him and the others was to do what ever you asked without any problems. Still, he left the door cracked just enough that if you were to need him at all he could hear you. Every time you would hiss or groan in pain he’d jump and wait for your voice again but it wouldn’t come for him. Instead he was left there, listening to you as you tried to silence your sobs and angry muttering. Even though he didnt know what you were saying, he heard you say 'Jaebum’ enough times to have a pretty good idea.

The shower made you feel better in more ways than one. Your muscles that had been tight and restricting had loosened up, the bruises on your body seemed to feel more neutral and the area that your stitches occupied was no longer gumpy and gross from the lack of true proper cleaning. On top of that you didnt feel gross any more, finally being able to wipe off the grime and blood from the floor of the concrete building. You had let your eyes close and your hands began to work at your hair to try and wash the grime of the past few weeks away, but a sharp, stinging pain on your left hand made you hiss and pull your hand away from your head. You started to rinse your hand just figuring the soap must have gotten into a cut, but as you pulled the large bandaid off of your skin and the soap started to wash away an image etched on your hand became more clear.

Covered by a dark scab was the long, winding body of a mean looking snake. But the snake wasn’t a snake. You rinsed your hand again and brought it closer to your face. A large bearded face with an open mouth and sharp teeth. Through its long whiskers a set of wide eyes looked straight up at you. Your heart began to pound and your nails started to scratch at the scab, trying convince yourself that it was just marker or something else along the lines of that. You scratched and scratched, your hand covered now in deluded blood making you realize just how deep the cuts actually were.

You froze and watched your hand bleed giving the dragon an in-motion look to it. All you could do was look at the series of cuts now. What did this mean? Where did this come from and why was it being covered. Now that you thought about it, when ever your wounds were being tended to this was the one thing they never checked.

A harsh knock on the door sounded and your name was called from the other side causing you to jump and gasp in surprise. You quickly rinsed your hand and turned the water off, wrapping yourself quickly in the towel before swinging the door open with as much force as you could use. Jiyong flanked by Seungri and Daesung stood there waiting for you, a kind smile on all of their faces. Jiyong opened his mouth to say something but you just shoved your bleeding hand out at him, now shaking in anger.

“What is this.”

“Y/n…”

“I asked you what is this. You said no lies why is this carved into my skin, Jiyong!” You said, yelling until you were left coughing roughly. You tried to pull away from the set of arms that wrapped around your waist to support you but you couldn’t get away from him, not with the way you were coughing.

“Y/n listen.” Jiyong started as your coughing fit ended. “It’s for your protection. We all have them, see?” He said as Daesung and Seungri held their hands out to you.

“And yours?” You spat. If he really marked all of his men and preached unity and protection he should have one himself.

You watched as he chuckled until your eyes were caught by his hands undoing his shirt. You watched as he let the shirt drop off of his shoulders and he slowly turned, your mouth falling open as you looked at the detailed scar work that connected into a huge dragon head on Jiyong’s back.

“You said I could choose. Why did you do this to me.” You said trying to hide the tears that started to well in your eyes again.

“I know, that is what I said.  But just in case we took the opportunity when you were out on pain medication to give you our symbol. We figured wether you go back to Im or stay with us you’ll forever need protection, and if Im isn’t up to the task you at least have this now to protect you.” It made sense, but you hated the thought of Jaebum not being able to protect you any more and you hated it even more that these group of strangers through they had a say in who would protect you and who couldn’t. A tear slipped down your cheek as you thought about him, your eyes now only focusing on your still bleeding hand.

“Seungri, take care of her hand. We are going back into our meeting. If you need anything else y/n, please tell me.” He said bowing low.

“I want to go home.” You said softly at first.

“Excuse me?”

“I want to go home. I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be apart of your little plan I don’t want to help you!” You said, your voice getting louder and louder.

“Y/n please, I have guests on the phone. They’ll hear you.” Jiyong said, his voice gaining a threatening tone.

“Does it look like I care! I don’t want to be here! If you don’t want hostages making a ruckus than don’t house hostages!” Jiyong looked at you with dark eyes, his long fingers coming up to press to the bridge of his nose.

“Seungri, her hand.”

You didn’t talk for the rest of the night. Seungri did up your hand and left you to sulk. You wanted to rebel but your body hurt so much so the only way you would think of pissing them off was to rip the bandage off and scratch harder till your hand was bleeding once again. Deasung came to check on you shortly after Seungri left to the meeting and seeing your hand bleeding again made him sigh and dress it up again. The next time it was Yongbae who came in so see you scratching and bleeding all over the fresh sheets.

“God damn it Y/n stop!” He yelled taking both your hands in his, his sudden outburst making Seunghyun who was walking by stop into the room. When Yongbae finished explaining what had happened his own hand and even the cuff of his white shirt was stained red.

“I will ask you once and that is it. Do not rip this bandage off. If you do I will have no other choice than to treat you like we would a regular hostage!” Seunghyun rose his voice at you.

You pouted and scoffed, but let Yongbae fix your hand again. You didn’t care what Seunghyun said though, it was an empty threat. There was no way you were going to be banished to a dungeon for making yourself bleed. You pulled your knees up to your chest and looked over your shoulder to avoid his eye contact. When he finally felt you had given up was when he and Yongbae left the room, the door cracked slightly. You listened carefully and the moment they seemed far enough away you started to rip the bandaid off again.

“Y/n! Stop it!” Seungri whisper yelled as he half ran into the room, his hand reaching to stop yours from mutilating your body. “If you keep scratching it’s only going to make the scar worse. Just stop.” He said smoothing the bandaid with his thumbs.

He looked at you with sad eyes for what seemed like for ever. Eventually his had moved from yours to your cheek. He stroked away a stray tear and sighed, he hated seeing you like this. He always had hated seeing you upset like this. You looked at him and  saw that in his eyes. There was too much pain and emotion towards you in his eyes that it made your stomach turn. His thumb trailed down your cheek and to hook under your chin to slowly bring your chin up so you could look at him better.

“Ive missed you like crazy. You can’t imagine the pain I’ve gone through having to see you walk away from me.” He said sighing. He dipped his head and chuckled one before looking up at you once more. His lips pressed into a straight line and you had to look away. But as your eyed looked down to focus on the blood that was already showing through the bandage the feeling of his lips on your forehead made your body go tense again, causing you to pull away from him.

“I want to go home. I don’t want to be here so if hurting myself is the only way you’ll let me go then I’ll do it.” You said sternly, trying to pull yourself from his grip. “Let me go Ri I want to go home let me go!”

“Y/n, Please stop it, stop fighting me!”

“What’s going on in here.” A sharp command came from the door.

“She keeps making herself bleed.” Seungri said over his shoulder as he fought to keep ahold of your hands.

“Ri let go!” You yelled louder, sliding off the bed to try and get away from him but you were just caught in his arm and he lifted you back up.

You started to kick and scream as you tried your hardest to get away from him. Jiyong from the side watched half amused, ignoring all calls coming down the hall at him that held the same question he had.

“Boss help!” Seungri yelled back.

“What? You can’t handle a girl that spent the past two weeks getting beat up?” He said with amusement at how hard you were actually fighting despite the excruciating pain it was probably causing you.

“I don’t want to hurt her boss please.” Jiyong then straighten and nodded, leaving the room for half a second before returning and taking ahold of one of your wrists.

Now you were fighting against two men, each holding onto you, pinning your arms down onto the blood stains sheets. Both men grunted as you kicked screamed and cried trying to hold you down, and trying to do so without actually causing any pain to the rest of your battered body. Through tear filled eyes you watched Seunghyun enter the room leading the other two men. You pulled and yelled harder as the men around tied you down, your feet tied together and bound to  the footboard of the bed while your hands were tied as far apart from one another as they could get them, you cried at the pain the position put out in as it pulled the skin that had been stitched together apart, but they only gave you a few more inches of slack when they realized it was hurting you.

“Just… for fucks sakes… y/n, relax…” Jiyong panted, his hands on his knees. You spat in his direction, but he was to exhausted fight with you.

“If you would have met me any other way… we would have been best friends.”

And with that. Just one last sad look from Seungri and you were left there. Alone. You tried to break the restraints but the rope was too strong. You tried to pull your hands out but the rope was too secure. Giving up you tried to just wait up, to see if they would come into check on you. But as you waited sleep took over your body again, and not caring what your wishes were, you fell unconscious to dream about sweet Jaebum and dragon shaped scars.

TWD - Negan Imagine ~ "Hostiles and Calamities"

An imagine about the 11th episode of Season 7

I’m following the storyline of the TV show, so I wrote parts to the other episodes as well that are connected.
BUT they are all written the way that you can read them separate without having read any other part!

part 1: about the final scene of season 6
part 2: about the first episode of season 7
part 3: about the readers arrival in the sanctuary (for 7x02)
part 4: about 7x03 “The Cell”
part 5: about 7x04 “Service”
part 6: about 7x05 “Go Getters”
(7x06 was left out because the timeframe between the episodes was too short)
part 7: about 7x07 “Sing me a song”
part 8: about 7x08 the midseason finale “Hearts still beating”
part 9: about 7x09 “Rock in the Road”
(7x10 had to be left out)

Originally posted by dancing-at-the-funeralparty

The wind shook softly on the windows of your room while you looked at the swinging trees.
It was not too long ago that you came back from Alexandria, where you had to see a second time how the man who had taken you with him after the line up killed some of your people.
One of them completely innocent.
You had no idea where they had taken Eugene, you didn’t even know where your brother Daryl was after you had heard that he fled.
The only thing you knew was that he was probably not in Alexandria but you also knew that Negan and his men wouldnt stop searching for him and the thought of that still let a shiver run down your back.

You heard a knocking on the door and seconds after that Negan came smirking in, his bat laying on his shoulder.
“Good Morning Sweetheart. We two gotta do a lot stuff, meet some fucking people”, Negan said grinning as he came closer towards you.
“One of them is even a fucking old friend of yours. What was his name?”, he asked smirking.
“Eugene”, you hissed while Negan kept grinning at you.
“Where did you hold him?”, you asked glaring at him hoping that he wouldnt tell you that he was in one of those cells.
“No need to glare Sweetheart. He’s having a fucking nice ass apartment and I really do hope for him that he’s getting the mop on his head done right now and gets some food”, Negan said chuckling while he looked at you.
“You think I put him into one of the damn cells? No Sweetheart I need his damn brain to work intact”, he said chuckling before he continued.
“But apropos cells there is the dumbass we’re gonna meet before your mullet friend”, said Negan grinning before he walked towards you to get his arm around your waist while you tried to find out who Negan was talking about. “Would be impolite to let him wait, right?”, Negan said before he opened the door of your room.

“Probably asking yourself who we’re gonna meet. Well its fucking Dwighty boy, Cause Dwighty fucking fucked it up to keep your damn brother under control”, Negan said grinning.
“And now we’re gonna meet him after one night in paradise”, Negan said chuckling before he went around a corner.
You already saw his doctor leaning against a wall before a locked door.
“Alright and now enjoy the show Sweetheart”, he said chuckling before he let go of your waist and walked in front of the door.
You scoffed as Negan turned once again to you, winking at you before he turned back and drummed his bat against the metallic door.
“Good fucking mornin’, sunshine. Is it just as cozy as you remember? You spent a lot of time on the wrong side of the door after that fucking stupid road trip with the wife and Tina. So let’s talk about now. We went out looking for your little failed project for a few hours, just around the perimeter, tip to taint, as it were, right about the time I had you thrown in here, and when I got back, I realized I was short a wife”, said Negan while he stood before the door.
”Which one?”, you heard Dwights cracking voice ask.
”Sherry. You know anything about that, Dwighty boy? ‘Cause I got to tell you, that is one hell of a coincidence, her leaving just a few short hours after Daryl fucking took off. Oh, and he didn’t force his damn way out. No. Somebody opened the fucking door for him”, continued Negan.
Did she really let Daryl out?
But why should she have done that?
She knew Daryl only from that one time before they got caught as far as you knew.
”It wasnt Sherry”, you heard Dwights weak voice respond.
”Dwighty boy was it you? Did it work the other damn way around? You were supposed to break him. Did he break you? I mean, let’s face it , you’ve got some pretty legitimate grievances. You change your fucking stripes on me, Dwighty? You starting to see things different?”, Negan asked before he pounded the bat again against the door.
“After all this before and after hell, after everything who are you, Dwight?”, asked Negan swinging his bat back on his shoulder.
”I’m Negan”, Dwights voice sounded through the door before Negans hand found its way to the handle and unlocked it.
The door swung open and revealed a bad looking Dwight.
His eyes were surrounded by dark circles and a wound with dried blood was on his forehead.
They had beaten him up and for sure not just for a few minutes and now he sat where your brother had to stay for way too long.
Dwight struggled to get up while you saw how Negan chuckled slightly.
“Daryl isn’t like you. He’s emotional. So he’s either on his way home, or he’s coming back here to try to kill some more of us. Mostly you and me. Either way, we’ll find him”, Negan said while you felt how a shiver ran down your back with his last words sounding through the air.
You knew your brother, you knew how he could be.
But you werent the only one who could handle him, Rick would get everything done, for sure.
At least thats what you hoped.
“So do you think you know where Sherry went?”, Negan said ripping you out of your thoughts:
“Yeah”, responded Dwight sighing.
”Alright then bring her back”, said Negan before he turned to his doctor.
“Stitch him up. Fix what you can fix”, said Negan to the man before Dwight stumbled over to him.
”Oh Miss? We need to get a new bandage for you too in the next days”, said the doctor pointing at your arm.
There was still the wound Arat had given to you when she decided to first shoot you when Rosita was laying on the ground telling she didnt make the bullet.
But Arats bullet just brushed your arm and while Negan made it more than clear to her that she shouldn’t ever dare to shoot you again she shot Olivia.
Negans glance went back to you while he bit his lip while chuckling slightly.
”First thing’s done, Sweetheart now its your damn friends turn”, said Negan as he walked chuckling over to you.
”So you know him good right?”, asked Negan close before you.
”We are both in Rick’s group for a long time now so yes”, you said looking at him before you saw Negan raising his finger chuckling.
Were Sweetheart, you were in the Rick’s group for a long time. Dr. Smartypants is now one of us  and you,..you my dear Sweetheart, you belong to me”, said Negan grinning, his face short before yours while you scoffed shaking your head bewildered.
”I’ll never be one of you”, you growled while Negan chuckled.
”We’ll see Sweetheart, We’ll fucking see”, Negan chuckled before he continued.
”So you know if he has it up here?”, he asked grinning pointing at his head.
”You better ask him yourself”, you growled before Negan slung his arm around you once again.

You walked through the corridors of the sanctuary with Negan chuckling beside you before he opened a squeaking door.
The bright sunlight dazzled you as you walked outside before you saw a familiar face again.
Eugene.
Negan chuckled before he let go of your waist and walked over to Eugene who held a glass with pickles close to his body.
“There he is. Man of the hour! Come on over here, big fella”, Negan said chuckling to Eugene while he walked his arms spreading over to him.
“Don’t be rude, asshole. Say hello”, said Negan chuckling while he looked at Eugene.
“H-H-Hello”, stuttered Eugene looking at Negan before his glance met yours for less than a second.
“You got a name, asshole?”, asked Negan chuckling and you already knew where he wanted to go with that.
“Eugene”, answered he still with a trembling voice.
“Now us. Who are you?”, asked Negan grinning.
Yeah, there was it again.
“I’m Negan”, yelled the crowd of people around Eugene and Negan before he walked closer towards him.
“Well, Eugene I know you remember Lucille. Now, you see this right here? You might have to get real close. That, my friend, is the bullet you made.
Now, under normal circumstances, I’d be showing you that real close over and over again”, Negan told Eugene leaning his body back and chuckling imitating the sound of the bat hitting a head.
“But, Eugene, see, all I really want to know is if you are a smarty-pants. You know things? Answer the question”, asked Negan pointing at him.
“I…I am, indeed, a smarty-pants. I taught myself to cast bullets. I uhm found a machine shop with the necessary stuff. I…I read uh a lot, and, um although my memory is not considered eidetic, I don’t skim and I don’t scrimp. If knowledge is dropped, I do, indeed, pick it up”, said Eugene taking a breath while you watched every move Negan made towards him.
You knew Eugene and besides that you didnt like seeing one of your friends that afraid,
“Oh, so you really are just some asshole?”, asked Negan chuckling.
“N..No. I’m not. I have PhDs in biochemistry, as well as immunology and microbiology, and I’ve completed my doctorate, which makes me a doctor. Prior to the collapse, I was part of a 10-person team at the Human Genome Project, working under Dr. T. Brooks Ellis to weaponize diseases to fight weaponized diseases. Fire with, uh you know uh f-fire”, answered Eugene heavily breathing.
And he was lying again, like he did to the group a long time ago until his lie was exposed.
But he was indeed extremely intelligent and you could understand why he was lying right now.
It was his kind of weapon.
Eugene looked over to a walker held on a few sticks in the cage you saw falling apart just second after your glance wandered over.
“All right, Dr. Smarty-pants. You ought to be able to crack this without breaking a fucking sweat. You see, I have a lot of free labor here at the damn fence, living dead pricks that help keep the riffraff out. Problem is, they don’t keep. They fucking fall apart. Like that poor sack of pile of shit there”, Negan said pointing at the walker in the cage before he continued.
“So, Dr. Smarty-pants, how do we keep them on their feet?”, Negan asked while you saw how Eugene tried get himself under control.
”Goddamn you’re still fucking trembling. Jesus,…well Sweetheart come over here maybe a familiar face will calm his ass down”, said Negan chuckling as he turned around to you.
You looked annoyed at Negan while you crossed your arms before he continued.
”Or maybe you gonna make him even more nervous, who knows”, continued Negan chuckling before he waved you over again.
”Anyways, come over Sweetheart”, he said chuckling before you walked reluctantly over to them.
Negan wouldnt give up anyways.
You looked at Eugene whose glance wandered over to you before he began talking again and you felt Negan sneaking an arm around you. 
Then it blustered out of Eugene, he listed every single thing what was needed and what to do with the molten metal that should protect the walkers.
“God damn! If that ain’t the coolest thing I’ve ever heard in my life! Not only is that practical, it is just badass! Whoa”, Negan said chuckling while Negan let go of you and slung one arm around Eugene’s shoulders.
“Look at you, Dr. Smarty-pants. Did Rick have you doing this kind of fucking valuable stuff for him?”, Negan asked grinning.
”No”, stuttered Eugene as response.
“His loss, our gain. I feel like I need to give you some kind of signing bonus here”, Negan said chuckling to Eugene
“Uh, w-well, I was… I was gifted these pickles.”, said Eugene holding up the glass
“Ahh. No. As a token of my gratitude, I’m gonna send you over a few of my wives to your apartment tonight, show you a good time…Now, I don’t think I have to worry about this. But who knows how truly smart you are? No sex.
That is a grave no-no….However, you can have a little dinner, some drinks, share a few laughs….There is nothing like beautiful women that smell good to make you feel human again”, said Negan chuckling while he got his arm back around you.
“Did…did you say “wives,” meaning plural?”, asked Eugene bewildered.
“Hell yes, I did”, said Negan chuckling.
“Are you-”, asked Eugene looking at you.
”Fuck no she’s none of them”, interrupted Negan smirking Eugene before he continued.
“So what does Dr. Smarty-pants say to his knew bestest friend in the whole wide world? What does he say?”, asked Negan chuckling.
“Thank you. Fully, completely sincerely, seriously thank you”, said Eugene his voice still trembling.
“Okay. Why don’t you go have some fun?”, asked Negan before a blond woman took Eugene and walked inside with him, followed by the other men 
before Negan turned fully to you.
”See Sweetheart, I was fucking good to him”, Negan said placing his arms his other arm also chuckling around your waist.
”Great”, you said with a sarcasting undertone while he looked smirking at you before you heard your stomach rumbling.
”Looks like someones damn hungry”, said Negan chuckling to you.
”Well, lets get you some food”, Negan continued before he walked inside with you.

Before you laid a hall, filled with people and stalls with food.
“I’d love to stay here with you, but I gotta manage some shit. You can have fucking everything you want, just say they should write it on my name”, Negan said before winking at you.
You looked at the crowd before you began walking around.
There wasn’t just food or medicine, there was even a damn barber.
You felt the glances of some of the people on your body while you made your way through the crowd.
After some time you felt your stomach rumbling again and finally stopped before a grill.
“Could I have some of that?”, you asked pointing at the grilled food. “Number?”, asked the man behind it, while you felt his glance already goring through you.
“I dont have a number… but Negan told me to let it write on his name”, you said swallowing.
“Are you fucking with me?”, asked the man growling
“No I…Alright I better go now”, you said knowing that this man wasn’t just a savior he was probably pretty argumentative and you really needed no stress here.
“Wait, wait you can’t just get your lying ass out of here”, he growled glaring at you.
“Alright I don’t wanna start a fight here but I’m not lying. He told me to get it on his Name. You can ask him if you want to”, you said calm but tensed looking at the man.
“You know what were doing with people like you here? We beat the holy hell out of them”, the man said suddenly coming closer while you felt your heartbeat increasing.
He was giant and you knew that if it would come hard on hard your chances would be pretty low, even when you knew how to fight.
Before you could do anything else the man began cornering you against the wall while you still tried to find a way to flee.
“You’re so gonna regret fucking with me”, he growled while you saw how he clenched his jaw and his glare intensifying.
”We don’t have to let that escalate-”, you tried to say as calm as he could but he interrupted you.
”Shut up”, he growled coming even closer.
You balled your hands trying to hold yourself back until you found no single way out anymore.
There was no one helping you and you didnt expect that someone ever would.
Your hands tightened and you felt adrenaline rushing through you body as your fist hit his face making him that shocked that he stumbled back that you could flee out of his grip while you heard the man curse.
You tried to get out of the corner but felt a strong grip at your wrist that pulled you back.
You felt him pulling you at the shoulders pressing you against the wall while you felt his heavy breath already on your skin.
”Goddamn Bitch”, he spatted as you felt how his hand went from your shoulders to your throat while you tried to kick him away with your legs.
“You’re just making it worse”, hissed the man while you kept kicking before you felt his hands tightening around your throat while you desperately gasped for air until the moment the grip of the man suddenly loosened up.

You saw the man sinking blood overflowed down to his knees before you saw Negans bat crushing down on him again.
You gasped for air and felt your heart pumping heavily against your chest while you saw Negan panting and hitting down on the man over and over again that had just seconds before threatened you. 
The head of the man turned into a bashed mix of blood and skull before Negan stopped and you finally got a bit of your breath back.
Negan let the blood covered Lucille fall next to the still twitching man before he walked over to you.
“Holy fuck are you okay?”, he asked heavily breathing while his glance went concerned up and down on you while you could finally breathe a bit slower again.
“Yeah”, you nodded still trembling and trying to catch your breath before Negan turned from you to the silent crowd.
“If any of you dare to do some shit like that I swear you’re gonna end up the fucking same like that dead asshole”, Negan yelled before he turned to one of the people.
“Get his sick ass out of here”, he growled more calm while he stroke over his jaw.
You looked at your, through the punch, red swollen knuckles before you looked up to Negan.
“Punched him?”, he asked while you nodded and a small grin flashed over his lips before he lead you outside the hall.
On the hallway Negan suddenly turned you around to him and began examining your throat with his glance.
His hand went up your head to turn it gently to the side to get a better look even though he was gentle you jolted slightly up.
“Its alright”, you heard Negan say quietly while he kept looking at your throat.
“No marks..”, he muttered before he let go of you but kept looking at you and his hand found his way to your arm where he stroke slightly over it still looking at you.
“You should have screamed for me”, he said swallowing and looking concerned at you while you noticed that he was slightly trembling.
Negan, the cruel Negan, seemed to tremble because of you even when you couldnt really believe it and tried to tell yourself that it was probably just through the adrenaline rush he had through bashing that mans head.
“I’m not gonna ever let that happen again, okay? Trust me at least about that”, he said still looking at you while you slowly nodded.
“Okay. then lets get you away from here”, he said before he began walking.

You walked to the apartment but instead of your room, you stood before Negans.
He opened the door leading you in while you looked at him with an asking glance
“You’re gonna stay here Sweetheart”, Negan said while placing the bat next to the couch.
“I’m what?”, you asked looking bewildered at him. 
“You heard fucking right, you’re gonna stay here with me at least for the next nights”, he said looking at you. 
“Why?”, you asked looking at him. 
“'Cause when your sweet ass is here theres no fucking prick who could attack you again”, he said raising his brows. 
“Why would someone come into my room to attack me? Anyways…you’re also always locking the room don’t you?”, you asked looking at him. 
“Listen I don’t fucking care if I’m locking it or not, you my dear Sweetheart are staying here”, he said looking at you while you scoffed as response.
You weren’t that much into in sharing a room with him.
Your own room here was when you were alone at least a little bit of a save haven for you and if you’d stay here, you knew that you would lose that.
“You’re mostly together with me over the day anyways. So whats the damn problem?”, he asked huffing.
“Well maybe because I liked that little tiny bit of privacy you’ve left me”, you said crossing your arms tighter before your chest.
“I also have no sleeping stuff over here”, you said knowing that this argument was probably pretty weak but you took everything that came to your mind.
“Thats no problem Sweetheart I got something here”, he said before a small grin created on his lips.
And that grin already told that it wouldnt be some normal sleeping shirt.
Negan went over to his wardrobe and pulled a lingerie out he proudly presented.
Goddamn that man was unbelievable. 
“I’m not gonna wear that”, you said while you huffed annoyed. 
“That would be a damn shame ‘cause I’m convinced that you’d look fucking mind blowing in it”, said Negan walking chuckling towards you. 
“I don’t care, I’m not gonna wear that”, you repeated yourself. 
“Well so you wanna sleep naked? I mean I personally would fucking love it-”, he said chuckling. 
“No I’m not. Don’t you have anything else here?”, you asked looking at him. 
“No got nothing… but you can have a damn shirt of mine” He asked looking smirking at you while you just huffed.
And you saw in his face that he clearly liked the idea of you wearing something of his.
“Alright”, you said sighing.
His shirt wasn’t the best option but better than wearing a goddamn lingerie. 
Negan went chuckling once again over to his wardrobe and pulled one of his white shirts out to hand it over to you. 
You took the shirt huffing while he grinned at you before you went over to the bathroom, closing the door behind you and lockig it. 
You needed no unwelcome guest. 

While you saw the dusk already breaking through the window in the bathroom you pulled the big shirt over your underwear and tried to use the small alone time you had right now.
Just in that moment you realized that Negan had actually saved you, you didnt like to admit it but he did.
He did save you through beating someone to death.
He was probably beating people often but he showed his protectiveness over you again and you got more and more problems getting his concerned side along to the cruel side you had seen so often.
But the worse problem you had right now was the weird feeling in your stomach that created when you got to see another side of him and also right now while you thought about it.
There was nothing right about that but thanks to god there was still enough about him that extremely repulsed you and gave you the feeling that you hadn’t gone completely insane. 
You tried to get rid of the rest of your thoughts before you breathed out and unlocked the door to open it.
Negan sat already in the bed, some notebook in his hands while he looked smirking at you.
“Sweetheart I gotta say that doesnt only look cute it also looks damn hot, but what have I fucking expected”, he said winking at you while you walked huffing over to the bed.
You looked over to Negan who lifted the blanket up before you could.
“Come into this cozy bed Sweetheart”, he said smirking to you while you got huffing under the blanket, intentionally leaving some space between you and him.
“Oh come on, Sweetheart, you know that I’m not gonna bite you”, Negan said chuckling while he snapped the notebook shut and laid it next to him on the nightstand.
You sunk deeper into the pillows while you heard Negan chuckle.
“Alright Sweetheart, you don’t have to but I can’t guarantee that we’ll stay that far apart from each other the whole night”, said Negan chuckling before you turned to him and said something that you had never thought you’d say to him but you knew that you had to when you didnt want to feel like a complete asshole.
“I uhm, I just wanted to thank you for what you did in the hall. Thank you, really”, you said looking swallowing at him while you saw a mix between a smile and a smirk create on his lips.
“Anytime Sweetheart”, he said looking at you before you nodded slowly, turned a bit away from him and could to your pleasure doze off shortly after that.

The bright sunlight shining through the windows woke you up.
You slowly opened your eyes realizing that you were in Negans bed and not yours as you saw him laying close to you that close that you even felt his breath on your skin.
You looked at him. His chest went slowly up and down, his face relaxed while a few detached hair strands hung in his face.
It wasnt the first time you saw him that peaceful while he slept but every time it surprised you anew.
And whatever it was seeing him like that, the feeling you had cursed about just yesterday in the bathroom created in you again, while you immediately tried everything to get rid of it.
You didnt want him to make you feel that way.
“Good morning Sweetheart”, Negan said while he opened his eyes looking directly smirking at you.
“What a damn blessed man I am to wake up next to you”, he said chuckling before he sat up and looked at you.
“Alright Sweetheart, I’d love to spend more time with you in my goddamn bed but you gotta get yourself ready so we can get your wound checked up again”, he said pointing at your arm.
You nodded before you made your way to the bathroom, got ready and walked with Negan through the hallways.

Minutes later you found yourself before the doctors office.
Negan took Lucille from his shoulder and knocked the bat again the door.
“Doc, got some job for you”, Negan said but got no response.
“I’m coming in”, Negan said before he opened the door but revealed an empty office.
“Well looks like you gotta put up with me”, said Negan smirking while you walked inside.
You leaned against the table while you watched how Negan took some bandages and the salve the doctor had put on your arm the first time and walked back to you.
He began to get the old bandage of your arm before he began treating your wound while his glance went smirking over and over to your face again.
He got to the end of the bandage and looked for a moment at it.
“Cant leave it like that”, he mumbled before he walked over to the desk and began rummaging in it before he hold a tape triumphically up.
“Got it”, he said chuckling before he looked back to the desks drawer to close it as he went quiet for a second.
“What the heck is that shit”, he asked suddenly holding a small piece of paper up.
“Looks like we found the prick that let your brother out.”

You walked into the hall with Negans arm, as always, wrapped around you while you knew that this wouldn’t end good for the Doctor and you didnt need the burning fireplace for it.
Before you stood the crowd around Dr. Carson who was held by two of Negans men while he looked already like was already completely done with everything.
Which was pretty understandable through the burning iron you saw in the fireplace.
”Alright Sweetheart, its gonna get pretty messy here so in case you don’t wanna watch, I’m not making you. You just gotta close your pretty eyes”, Negan said chuckling to you before he went over to Dr. Carson but still caught you glaring at him.
You looked into the crowd and saw Negans wives stand there, as always in their uniform like black dresses, before something else caught your attention.
Eugene.
He was standing on one of the platforms, next to him stood the woman you had already seen a few times.
You looked back to Negan who stood chuckling before Dr. Carson.
“You are gonna want to pay close attention to this”, said Negan as he turned around while pointing at Eugene with his bat before you suddenly saw how Negan hit Lucille against the Doctor who therefore stumbled and choked
“No, no, no, no! Why? I didn’t do anything”, he whimpered heavily breathing while you looked shocked at the scene before you.
“I found this little souvenir tucked away in your desk”, said Negan holding up the note he had found not long ago.
“I-I-I don’t know what that is”, whimpered Carson before Negan hit his bat once again against him while you jolted slightly gasping up.
“You my dear friend, you left the door open and let my puppy out. You fucking knew Sherry hated Daryl being here, so you let him out for her, be the damn hero. Then you could move in. That is some weaselly shit right there”, growled Negan at the strongly trembling man.
“But I didn’t. She’s the one who ran-”, panted the man but couldnt finish.
“Oh, she ran? You know why she ran? Because she knew I would blame her, which I did. But, see, Sherry told Dwighty boy the whole story right before she was torn apart. A super hot girl, horrifically killed because of your greedy, delusional, and tiny little prick”, hissed Negan before he got the iron while you felt a shiver running down your back only by it’s sight.
“It’s not true”, gasped the man.
“Dwight?”, asked Negan turning to Dwight who stood at the furnace. Your glance landed on him while he just stared cold into the fire.
“He’s lying about it”, Dwight just said while he kept staring into the flames.
“I would never do that”, whimpered Dr. Carson.
“Why? Why? Why would he do that? Why would he intentionally try to hurt you? Sherry’s gone. And if he’s lying and she’s out there, We will find her. And then I will burn the other side of his fucking face off until he dies. So, what was he gonna get out of this?..No I know my Dwighty boy. See, all he needed was one more night in the hole, get his head screwed on straight. It worked before, and it worked now. Ain’t that right, Dwight?” asked Negan turning once again to him.
“Oh, yeah”, responded Dwight still staring into the flames.
You didnt really believe Dwight.
Doesnt matter what he was saying.
Something about his behavior, his glance made you feel like Negan trusted into the wrong opinion right now.
And that would have consequences for Dr. Carson.
“Oh, please. No, please. Oh, Jesus, don’t burn me. Please!  No. No, no, please!“, gasped the man.
“Now you know I hate this shit. Just tell me you did it and that you’re sorry, and I don’t have to do this”, Negan said holding the iron in his hands.
“Yes…Yes, I did it… all of it. Sorry. I’m so sorry. Please I’m sorry”, whimpered the doctor.
“That’s all you had to say. That is all you had to fucking say”, you heard Negan say and saw him looking at Eugene before you thought that you couldnt believe your eyes.
Negan grabbed Dr. Carson by the shoulders and threw him with his head first into the furance.
You jolted up, feeling how your breath got heavier while you stared with widened eyes at the still screaming man Negan held into the flames before he let go of the him and walked over to Dwight.
You tried to get your shocked glance from the hanging out body half while you still couldn’t really believe what just happened.
You knew that you shouldn’t be surprised about Negans cruelty anymore after all what happened, but still you were. 
“Good thing we got a spare Dr. Carson.”, said Negan while he pointed up to the shocked looking Eugene as you asked yourself if Negan knew that Eugene was no healer before you heard Negans voice again.
”Sherry got nothing ever on her”, Negan said pointing at you before he continued.
”But from the wives she was one of my favorites. I’m sorry for you Dwighty”, Negan said looking at Dwight.
“I’m not”, said Dwight with a cold expression on his face.
“Whoo. Fucking ice-cold. I fucking love it”, said Negan chuckling before he let go of Dwight and walked over to you while you still had a mix between glare and bewildered glance in your eyes.
“I think we gotta check a view things before we’re continuing with your friend” said Negan chuckling before he lead you outside with him while you still the pictures of the burning man in your head and all you could think of that was that you hoped that they would never find Daryl, so that he would never have to meet a similar destiny.
You spent the next hour or even hours by Negans side while he was walking through the sanctuary, checking if everything was alright and if there were any News about your vanished brother.
But every time the men and women negated and with that you had at least little bit you could be released about before you made your way to Eugene’s apartment.

Negan smirked at you before he knocked with his bat against the door that slowly opened.
“May we come in?”, asked Negan grinning the slight puzzled Eugene before you before he walked in with you.
“So, how are you liking it here? Are we doing right by Dr. Smarty-pants? You know, Frankie and Tanya had nothing but good things to say about you”, Negan said to the still puzzled looking Eugene.
“It’s all right. I get it. I know how hard it can be to accept change, to get on the right team. My Sweetheart over here? She’s still not into all of this but you know my friend, I’m not gonna give her up”, Negan said chuckling while pointing at you.
“Well but back to you Dr. Smarty-Pants… I need you to understand something. I do not make this invitation to everyone and I sure as shit do not make it lightly”, said Negan while you saw how Eugene began to panic again and you tried to search for his glance.
“Hey. Hey! You do not need to be scared anymore. You don’t need to be fucking scared. You just have to answer me one question. And it’s a big one.
Who are-”
“I’m Negan. I’m utterly, completely, stone-cold Negan. I was Negan before I even met you. I just needed to meet you properly to know. I’m Negan”, you heard Eugene say while you looked swallowing over to him.
Sure, Eugene wasnt the bravest of them all but he couldnt just forget everything Negan did in that night, killed his best friend, and be subject to Negan.
He couldnt actually do that, right?
Was he just playing a game or was he actually making a whole new beginning?
You had no idea and all those questions kept going through your mind while Negan walked with you back to his and now also your room..

part 11


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What a Guy

Word Count: 2360 or so

Warnings: another shitty story, light smut, cursing.


I fiddle with the grocery bags, shoving them into one arm to unlock my door. The door clicks as I swing it open with my foot. The keys get hung up on their respective hook and the bags get dropped on the counter. I stash the cold stuff and leave the rest for later. Dropping myself onto the couch after a long day was always the best. I flipped through channels for a while, settling on some cliché ‘law and order’ type show.

A barely audible click sounded from upstairs. I shot up and inched towards the stairs. Grabbing the gun out of the drawer in the kitchen, I made way upstairs, arms raised, ready to shoot.

Was that…blood?

I heard movement in the bathroom. If I was being robbed, why the hell would they go for the bathroom first?

I step into the doorway poised and ready to shoot at a moment notice. A tall man was rummaging through the medicine cabinet. The blood was coming from his waist, where I thought I saw a bullet wound. The window in the hall was wide open and the soft night breeze blew in. Funny, I kept all my windows locked, I mean what else would a woman who lived alone in the middle of the city do?

I cleared my throat, making my presence known. He spun around, on high guard. He took a quick glance at me and visibly relaxed. Not all the way, but a lot. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut. “Are you here to kill me, or simply raid my med supply?” I questioned tilting my head to the side lightly. When he spoke, his voice was gruff and deep, as if he hasn’t used it in a while.

“I’m not here to kill you-”
I scoffed, I knew who he was, and he was definitely strong, and a good fighter, but so was I.
“-I was hoping you could help me.” He said holding up his arm. It didnt look like he could lift it.

“I’d be more concerned about that.” I said tilting the gun to point to his torso. “Look, I could help myself but-” he said roughly cutting off. “But what?”

He undid his top and slid it off, letting it hit the floor.  He obviously was uncomfortable, he definitely felt vulnerable. I stared wide-eyed at his arm, sure I’d seen it before, I’d read his files, and I’d seen him fight, but never was it up this close. My eyes trailed up to where skin met metal and I winced. It was still red. He subconsciously turned so his left side was more behind him.

“How’d you know I was a mechanic? No that sounds too… how’d you know I worked in tech?” I questioned, letting my gun fall to my side, as he didn’t seem to want to hurt me. “I-uh- I was following Steve and I saw you help Little Stark out with one of his….things.” I sighed. Then smirked at the nickname “little stark.”

“Come on.” I ordered, grabbing the first aid kit and heading downstairs.
“Sit.” I pointed to the chair I’d pulled out from the island. He did as he was told. I warned him when I was going to pull the bullet out and stitched up the wound. Placing a bandage over it, to keep it clean.

“Now, let’s fix that arm of yours.” He turned, placing his bionic arm up on the counter.
“Grace, by the way.” I stated, he looked up at me, puzzled, before responding
“Bucky.” I could tell the name felt foreign to him
“It’d be a whole lot easier to diagnose this if I knew what happened.” I said, looking up at the soldier.
“I had another run-in with the Captain’s sheild.” He stated, matter-of-factly. I knew well enough both were made of vibranium, so it made sense.

“Well, I should just be able to readjust the wiring and bend this back into place….and violá. Done. Try it.” He held up his arm, moving it around, with a mechanical whir it set into place.  I watched carefully to make sure I had done it right. It seemed to be working fine.
“Thank you…Grace” he said, adding my name at the end.
“Welcome. So, you’re welcome to stay the night, so I can make sure you heal okay. But you’re also free to leave.” I offered, surprised at myself for being this care-free. I had a freaking assassin in my house, and I offered to let him stay.
“I was just about to make dinner.” He looked skeptical for a minute, before sitting back in the stool.

“I’ll stay, but only for the night.” I smiled, knowing I had won, I wasn’t letting him leave with such bad wounds. I switched on the radio and put a pot of water on the stove, deciding to make pasta, since it was so easy. When I turned back, Bucky was focusing hard. “What’s up?” I question, concern lacing my voice.
“I knew this song.” He stated, trying to remember.
“Well, let’s dance then.” I said, offering him my hand.
“I don’t remember how.”

“Sure you do, just try it.” I smiled, taking his hand and placing it on my waist, taking his other hand in mine and leading as we swayed in time with the beat. Bucky seemed to catch on as he took the lead. He let go of my waist and twirled me, pulling me back and letting me tip back a bit. He looked so focused, but at the same time, so carefree. Like a piece of his old self was back. I laughed.

“Don’t remember how.” I mocked. He chuckled lightly, stepping back to let me go stir the noodles. That’s how the night was spent. Dancing and laughing and for Bucky, remembering, little bits and pieces. Nothing huge.
The next morning, I woke up at around 7 and headed downstairs to make breakfast. Bucky was already at the table, with his head in his hands.
“You’re up early.”
“I didn’t sleep much.” I sent a glance over my shoulder and went to the fridge
“How do you like your eggs, Mr. Barnes?” I questioned, changing the subject.
“Scrambled.”
“Thanks for making it easy.” While the eggs were cooking, I swapped out his bandage, surprised at how quickly he healed, I knew he was super human, but it was almost gone, over night.
“Maybe another day or two and I’ll let you leave.” He let a light smile tug at his mouth.
“Here’s your eggs.” I say, turning and passing some from the pan to his plate.
He responds with a simple thanks while he all but inhales his eggs.

“So, why did you actually agree to stay with me. Shouldn’t you be…on the run?”
He freezes. Looking up at me through his lashes
“I-I guess its just a safe place to be, Hydra wouldn’t expect me to be staying with a nice, beautiful lady in the middle of a big city.” I don’t think he realized what he said, or if it even had any meaning, but I still blushed. I stood and reached for his plate, taking it with me to the sink.

“They’re still trying to get you back? That means Steve is too… Well, you can stay for as long as you need, just don’t kill me.”
He scoffed lightly and stood, walking back up to the guest bedroom. I heard the water start to run. Apparently, he was comfortable enough to take a shower. I climbed the stairs, heading towards my bedroom, I stopped when I realized the bathroom door was open. Bucky was standing in the full length mirror in his boxers. I tried not to stare, so I looked down to my feet, he looked at me with an expression that resembled a lost puppy.
“You know, I still don’t know exactly how I got this arm. I mean, I know the story, but I can’t remember it.” He said softly. I took a step towards him.

“It’s this- this fucking arm, I’ve killed so many people, and this arm is a dead giveaway as to who I am. I- I’m a monster.” He finished, looking down. I’d never seen him look so defeated. He was always so strong and fierce, like a true soldier.
“Buck, I know it wasn’t you that killed those people, but I’m not going to give you a heartfelt speech about how it’ll get better, because frankly it probably wont-”
“Gee thanks” he muttered.

“You’re probably gonna go through a lot more shit. But I just want you to know that, even though it’s not a lot, I know it wasn’t you, that you didn’t have a choice. Steve does too, and probably the rest of S.H.E.I.L.D, or, well, what’s left of it.”
I finished, resting a hand on the sensitive skin where skin met metal. He instinctively grabbed my wrist to push me away- but stopped last second, resting his right hand on mine. I put my other hand on his face and I swear I felt him lean into it.

“Go take your shower.” I laughed stepping out of the bathroom and closing the door behind me. He was quick and was out by the time I finished getting ready.
“Where are you going?” He questioned, drying his hair with the towel.
“In case you haven’t noticed, I have a job. I took a week off though. I’m just running in to pick up some papers, I’ll be back within the hour.”
“Oh, okay…” He glanced at me one more time, opening him mouth to speak. But I cut him off.
“You’re not coming.” I stated with as much finality as I could manage. He sighed and sulked off towards the room he had claimed as his own.
I headed down to the tower and collected my stuff as quickly as possible, wanting to be in and out.
“Hey! Collins! What’re you doing back so soon? Nice dress. Show Steve, he’ll think you’re straight outta the forties.”
“Oh, hey Tony. I-uh I just came to get my stuff, I really gotta go, busy day.” I said trying to turn away.
“Isn’t it always? Oh, but before you go, we still don’t have any leads on the Winter Soldier. Keep an eye out.”
“That’s in the job description, isn’t it?” He smirked.
“Oh, and-”
“Tony! Come on, you have to finish fixing the suit before Fury sends you on another surprise mission.”
Pepper cut in, pulling him away. I mouth a thank you and push the door open with my hip, slipping into my car and clicking my seatbelt into place. I start the engine and drop the papers in the back. My phone starts to vibrate and I catch it before it falls off the seat. It’s an unfamiliar number, but against instinct I answer it anyway.
“Hello?”
“I need you to come get me. Corner of fifth in ten.”
“Bucky?!”
“Hurry!” The line went dead and I hit the gas, knowing he had gotten into trouble. As I was driving down fifth towards the intersection, a black motorcycle pulled up beside me, yanking the door open and hopping in.

“Bucky! What the hell?!” I yell, speeding up. I glance in the rear view mirror and see black cars behind us, there’s a gun held out the window, ready to shoot. I focus back on the road when I realize the gunman is my old colleague. He was revealed as Hydra when SHEILD crashed a long while back. One of the bullets shot through the back windshield and we both ducked. I took some random turns and eventually we lost them. We pulled up to my building and got out. The silence in the elevator was deadly.
“Why were you out?” I question softly. When he doesn’t answer, I almost ask again, thinking he didn’t hear me.

“I wanted to go down to the museum.” I open my mouth to ask why, but close it a second later. I slip the key into the door and collapse onto the couch leaving Buck to close and lock the door. He sat down next to me on the couch, I lay down, resting my head in his lap, letting him play with my hair.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone would recognize me. Especially since you cut me hair yesterday.” He said quietly, dropping the braid he made to point to his now short hair.
“It’s fine, Snowflake. I work for SHIELD, I’ve been in plenty of car chases. Speaking of SHEILD, do you want to see Steve?” He flinches at the familiar name, but it was barely noticeable.

“I don’t think I’m ready to see Steve yet, maybe soon, but not yet. What? Am I not good enough for you? You’re trying to get rid of me already?” He questions trying to lighten to mood. I laugh lightly and slide my tongue across my bottom lip.
“Of course not, I love having you here. You’re a lot of fun for a 97-year-old.” I said sitting up and smirk. He smirked back and pushed me over, climbing on top of me and tickling me.

“For a 97-year-old? I’m a fun person in general and you know it. I’m not stopping until you admit it!” He laughed along with me.
“Old man.” I managed to choke out between breaths. He got closer to me and kept tickling me, straddling my hips so I couldn’t move.

“What was that? Bucky’s the most fun person you know?”
“Fine. fiNE ALRIGHT! you’re the most fun person I know!” I yell, practically begging him to stop. He stops moving his hands and looks at me, obviously satisfied. I finally notice how close we are and my eyes dart to the soldier’s lips. He’s obviously is thinking the same thing as I am because he licks his lips and drops his head down to connect his lips with my own. One of the hands he was using to hold my arms down dropped down to my waist. I take my free hand and bring it up to his face trying to bring him closer, if it were physically possible. I smirk against his mouth, realizing this is his first kiss since the 40s.

He uses that as an excuse to slip his tongue into my mouth. 70 years and he’s still great at it. I took my hand from his face and let it find its way down to the bottom of his shirt, he pulled away slightly to help me pull it off, but his lips were back on mine almost as quickly as they had left. Our lips moved in sync. Bucky struggled to undo the buttons on his pants with one hand, so I helped him, undoing my button as well. I pushed down on the waist band and kicked my jeans off, letting them fall to the floor next to the couch. Bucky stood up, pulling me with him. He pulled off my shirt and pushed me to the wall. His hands instinctively went to my thighs as a signal to jump, so I did. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he nibbled on my neck, carrying us both up the stairs. When he let us both fall onto my bed, I flipped us over so that I was on top.

“Oh, we’re going to fight for position, are we?” Bucky said, with his famous lopsided grin. I brought his mouth back to mine. He let his hands wander up my back, un-clipping my bra with ease. He flipped us back over and buried his head in my neck, nibbling on my collarbone. He trailed light kisses down my neck, pausing at my chest. His hands were massaging my breasts as he trailed farther down. He stopped at my waist and stood up, pushing his jeans down and kicking them off. I sat up and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him back down. Our lips locked again and Bucky lightly tugged on the waistband of my underwear, asking for permission.

“Are you sure you wanna do this Buck, you’ve only known me for two days, a-and well, it’s been quite a long time since your last time.” Our eyes locked, blue meeting green.
“Grace, this may sound weird, but I’ve been watching you for a while, making sure you were someone I could trust. And I trust you. And you’re obviously willing, seeing as you took your pants off for me.” He smirked and I nodded, smiling as well. He went back to nibbling on my neck, and I pulled a condom from the nightstand drawer. I pushed down his boxers, and then my own underwear. He slipped his metal fingers inside me and I gasped, arching my back. He was watching me, enjoying the effect he had on me, it meant he was doing something right. He was still only inches away from my face, smiling as I moaned. He pulled away his hand and let them both rest on my hips, I pulled his face back down and nibbled on his bottom lip. He stuck his tongue in ny mouth and let it explore every inch.

×××

We were both breathing heavily when he pulled away and I cuddled into him. He froze, after a few seconds he wrapped his arm around me and tilted my head up to kiss me.

“Does this mean you’ll stay, at least for a little while?” I questioned, almost too quietly to hear. He paused and I almost thought he wouldn’t answer.
“I don’t want to hurt you. Its been a while, but I still don’t trust myself. I let my guard down around you and I was worried sick that I would snap back into soldier mode somehow, plus hasn’t anyone ever told you s'not safe to hide a highly trained assassin in your home?” He responded, lightening the mood.

“Well, Sergeant Barnes-” his eyes met mine immediately and he froze. “-will you give me the honor of risking my job and my clean record by courting and hiding a wanted assassin?”
“It’d be my pleasure.”
I smiled and cuddled into him farther.

“Wait, isn’t it the man’s job to court the lady? I’m supposed to 'woo’ you… Apparently I’m being wooed.” He looked adorably confused. I laughed and slammed my lips onto his, shutting him up immediately.
“Ready for round two?” He questioned with the signature Bucky Barnes smirk that I had come to love

*Bucky’s POV*

I watched her sleeping in my arms and the urge to protect her washed over me. It scared me how easily I fell for her. I mean, thanks to her files, I knew more about her than she probably did. I knew there was nothing to worry about. I was still hesitant, but I can’t keep hiding forever. Its been years since I got out. I can’t keep hiding in my past, or I’ll never get better. After 'round two’ we were both exhausted and she fell asleep almost immediately. Now, she was resting in my arms and I felt safe. I wrapped my arm tighter around her torso and tucked her head under my chin. I fell asleep with one thought on my mind.

How did I find such a girl?

@magellan-88

Secrets Kill 4

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader; Steve Rogers x OFC Jessica; Bucky Barnes x Reader (Close friendship)

Warning: Swearing, Drinking, Cheating, Lying, Near death, Secrets, Angst, Drama, Heartache. (Don’t say you weren’t warned…)

They say innocent flirting never hurt anyone, clearly they were never in your situation. Being apart of the Avengers was everything you had asked for, and more. Getting close with Steve Rogers was an even bigger plus, that little crush you had on him, became something you couldn’t resist anymore. When you decide to admit your feelings for him, your best friend Jessica announces she’s going to ask him out. You can’t stomp on your best friends happiness for your own selfishness. Could you? But what if Steve doesn’t feel the same for her? Can you convince him to play along? Can you box away your own feelings for Steve to let your best friend find some kind of happiness? How bad could this go, you were a trained spy hiding and lying was a key part in your training.

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Bad Dancing Makes for Good Fun

Request: 14 (”The stars…”) and 15 (”You know I can’t dance!”) with Remus? - @ofheartsandbreaks (who is now deactivated, I guess, SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG THAT YOU DIDNT EVEN GET TO READ IT i hope you’re still following on a different account so you get to see this)

Pairing: Remus x Reader

Word Count: 1,537

Warnings: None

A/N: this is the request that I found from literally a year ago. Again, I'M SORRY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT GOSH also i love him so much look at his adorable lil smile

Originally posted by mrsgarfieldxo

“Y/N!” Lily squealed. “There’s going to be a ball! Dumbledore announced it today at breakfast!”

You glanced up and pulled on your Quidditch practice robes. “That’s great, Lil. We can go shopping later with Mary and Marlene, if you want. But I have to get to practice. James’ll have my head if I’m late,” you said, grabbing your broomstick and hurrying out the door.

Dances were always stressful. Being worried about looking nice and dancing in a not-too-embarrassing way could get anyone anxious. But for you, as long as you spent time with the right person, it didn’t really matter what music was playing or what you were wearing.

But you couldn’t think about that now. You had Quidditch practice to get to.

You traipsed down the path out to the Quidditch pitch. Lucy, a fellow chaser and one of your good friends on the team, flew over to you and grinned. “I heard there’s going to be a ball! Do you know who do you’re going with?”

“Yeah, I do, Lucy. Who d'you want to ask you?”

“Oh, right,” she said sheepishly. “I was hoping Jimmy Morris, but I think he asked Liz Bethels,” she said.

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