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

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,”

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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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 ♥

Series Masterpage

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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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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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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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 only one day 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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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.

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

I got tired of his wife not having a name lol so she’s got one now! This will probably be the only smut in my Daddy Roman series. 😁😁

Birthday smut for Roman! (Up next … The “Talk” with the kids & the next chapter for my Tama fic)

Tags: @lavitabella87 @thiickreigns @x-fivefoot @romanempirefics @roman-reigns-princess @macfizzle *******

Everyday for the last week Roman had been working himself to exhaustion. He’d wake up at 4 a.m., get to the Performance Center by 6 and work his ten hour day and then immediately go from there to his parents’ house to help his dad with some renovations. Then he had spent two full nights painting the walls and ceilings of Haleigh’s room. Their darling twelve year old had begged to have her room painted after one of her best friends had her room painted. Kandice had begged him to do it as well. She felt like Haleigh deserved it with the good grades she was making. Not one to tell either of his girls no, Roman painted it while Haleigh and Kandice were out of town on a school trip.

After fully realizing what was being asked of him and how much work it would be, Roman had been tempted to say no. Her room was big and it would be only him doing all the work on top of his work at the Performance Center with the developmental wrestlers and he didn’t have Koda. The sixteen year old was gone to spend a couple of days with his cousins since they go to the same school. He just didn’t think he’d have the energy. But then he looked at his wife again, at her big brown eyes framed by her beautiful light chestnut curls and he started to crumble. Kandice pulled the top of her tank top down an inch or two revealing more of her breasts.

“I’ll make it up to you on your birthday when I get back,” Kandice had said with a wink and a smile. At the time that was all the encouragement Roman needed, his wife had a history of “making it up” to him in some pretty substantial ways.

Now that the week was just about over he wasn’t sure if it was a fair trade. He was exhausted; his muscles hurt all over. Roman spent most of Thursday resting and napping, trying to recover some sense of normal feeling before Kandice and him went out to dinner for his birthday. They had planned to celebrate with the kids on Saturday when he was off.

Roman woke up a little after four in the afternoon, stretching and glancing at the clock, worried that he had slept too long. He took a moment to see how he felt and had to admit he felt much better after resting all day. Being a relatively for older man probably allowed him to recover easier. His shoulder still felt all the work he had to do painting the ceiling, but overall he felt much better. 

It was then that he looked over to where Kandice was standing in front of her closet facing away from him and glancing through her clothes. She wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing and had clearly just gotten out of the shower. Her smooth, brown skin glistened from the remaining dampness and her long curls hair were soaked and fell down her back perfectly.

Smiling without knowing it, Roman studied her body again, her legs, back and arms. He paused as he took in the profile of her firm breasts and continued down to her round ass. Roman felt his heart start to beat a little faster as he stared at her ass and thought about how nice it was to have her home from the trip.

Kandice turned around just as his gaze started to move down her legs and she walked over to him. “Hey there sleepy head. How do you feel?” She leaned over the bed and gave him a kiss on the forehead, letting her large breasts graze his chest and face. That really got his heart moving.

“I’m feeling so much better,” they kissed. “Oh yea? I can tell part of you is feeling better for sure.” Kandice smirked as she reached under the thin sheet and put her hand around his hard dick. Closing her eyes and licking her lips she moved her hand up and down the shaft a few times and fondled the head. Smiling and opening her eyes again she said, “I tried to grab you last night when I got home but you weren’t having any part of it. You were out like a light.”

Roman sat up in bed and pulled her down to him, her ass now sitting on top of his dick. He put his right hand on her ass and leaned his head down to her shoulder. Her ass was by far one of his favorite features on Kandice’s body. Really it was his favorite feature on any woman’s body. Kandice was fit but maintained her thick shape she had gotten from her mama.

Roman looked up at her with a lazy smile. “So you wanted me to give it to you last night?” Kandice put his left hand on her right breast “Of course, I’ve missed you so much this week. I thought about getting that work the whole way home.”

Kandice could feel his dick pulsing beneath her butt. She stood up, gave him one more kiss on the lips and stroked his manhood one more time. “Hit the showers, big guy.”

“And what are you about to do,” he asked standing from the bed and stretching his long limbs. Kandice’s eyes watched his muscles jump under his skin trying to maintain composure until their kids were gone. “Mmm, your kids are still here. I’m gonna make sure they’ve got everything and then send them to Jey’s.”

“You’re gonna drive them all the way out there?” He asked dragging his naked body around the bed towards their bathroom.

“Nope. Koda’s taking one of your cars.”

“Why mines and not yours?”

Kandice rolled her eyes playfully at her husband. “Fine, he can take my car, Roman. I don’t see how it matters.”

“Him and his cousins are not going around cruisin’ in my Range or my Telsa. Not happenin’.” Roman spat slapping her ass as he passed her.

“But it’s okay for him to do it in my Jeep?” She yelled after him. He didn’t answer her, just laughed. Kandice knew how her husband felt about Koda driving his cars. Roman had already gotten Koda a Honda Civic providing he passed his classes. He felt like he worked too hard and Koda hadn’t worked hard enough yet to drive his cars. Kandice on the other hand didnt mind as long as Koda minded her rules.

Twenty minutes later, Roman stepped out of the shower feeling even better than he had when he woke up. Brushing his teeth and getting clean made him feel much more relaxed and human. He dried off and exited the bathroom, his hair still dripping and clung to him. Kandice noticed his dick was still swollen and long swinging between his legs; he’d been thinking about her while he was getting clean. The kids had basically just walked out the door so she was still getting dressed and wearing only a skirt and bra, she walked over and kissed him again placing her right hand gently on his dick. Now holding it in both hands she looked down. He always laughed a little on the inside when she did this; running her hands delicately over him, moving his dick around and staring at it like she was studying it. In a way she was, feeling how hard he was and thinking if he was harder than normal or maybe longer sometimes. Today she thought he felt particularly long and hard and she knelt down and got a closer look at his 9 inch dick.

“You been thinking about it?” he said in anticipation. Kandice put her lips just barely over the head and kissed it a few times, holding it inside her mouth, “Mmmm hmmm.” She bobbed her head up and down a few times, putting an inch or so below the head in her mouth and grabbing the rest with her hands. Taking it out of her mouth she smiled and looked up at him, lightly stroking it back and forth, “I’ve been wanting it so bad.”

Roman’s breath caught in his throat as his heart really started to pound, god damn it felt so good. “Your mouth feels so good baby. What have you wanted to do with it?” Roman grumbled watching her. She moved her tongue up and down his length and all around his big tip. “I want it inside me. I’ve wanted it everywhere. In my hands, my mouth, my pussy. I want to make you cum inside me. That’s what I’ve wanted, to make you cum in me and fill me up. Maybe give me another baby.”

Roman felt his knees tremble as she stroked his dick a little faster and the other hand grabbed his balls. He needed it so bad, they hadn’t had sex in almost a week which was far too long for him. Gently peeling her hands off him he led her over to the short sofa in their bedroom hoping that she would continue.

She wanted nothing more as she knelt in front of him again and put him back in her mouth, this time taking more of him. Going a few inches down she found the place she liked and started bobbing her head up and down. Besides being long, Roman was very thick. It didn’t prevent her from going as deep as she wanted to though and he didn’t mind. Going a few inches down and coming back up, letting his big swollen head pass gently over her lips before she descended again. Another of his favorite features, he loved the way it felt when her plump lips slid over the tip.

Roman’s breathing was becoming intense now and he grabbed portions of the sofa. Kandice took one of his hands and placed it on the back of her head. Roman liked the control he exerted as he placed his hand on the back of her head and gently pushed down, not controlling how far she went but controlling the timing. “Oh fuck, Kandi baby.” He groaned tugging lightly at her curls.

Kandice knew he was getting close by the way his dick was pulsing, his heavy breathing, the bucking of his hips and the frantic pace his hand was directing her mouth up and down his dick. Coming to a slow stop she took her mouth off him, kissed it a few times. “Are you gonna cum babe?” She asked licking the sides.

He nodded yes, letting a string of curses fall from his lip as he stared at her open mouth then past that to her bursting cleavage as she breathed in and out. “I want it in me, okay? I want you to cum inside me.”

Roman tried to slow his breathing. “Babe, im not gonna last much longer,” he whispered pushing his hair out of his face. Majority of the time, if Roman got inside Kandice’s pussy he wanted his wife to cum with him. It made it feel awesome and made him feel even closer to her.

“It’s ok baby, I knew what I was doing when I grabbed you coming out of the shower. I just want to feel you cum inside of me.”

Not needing any more encouragement Roman shook his head yes. Kandice stood up and removed her bra, revealing her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were hard and looked delicious to him. She leaned over and put one nipple in his mouth, reaching down with her other hand to stroke his dick more. Roman groaned in controllable pleasure as she pulled on his dick quicker and his tongue flicked over her nipple. She stood up again and removed her panties from beneath her skirt and began to sit down on him her back to his chest after lifting her skirt some.

Putting just an inch inside her wetness she rocked up and down on him slowly, letting herself get use to his size again. He was so excited right now that his dick was extra swollen and they really hadn’t done it in a while for them. Letting a little bit more in, each time she went down she heard Roman’s breathing race back up again. She reached back and grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts as she moved up and down slowly. Picking up the pace as she got use to his size and allowed more of his swollen dick inside her she swore he was bigger than normal. She could feel all 9 inches filling her up.

Roman groaned again as she joined him with her first audible cry as she felt his balls brush against her. She bounced up and down on him quickly, reaching back to put her hands in his hair. She screamed as he twisted her nipples a little and his dick pulsed, leaking a little cum into her.

“I want you to fuck me baby, fuck me until you cum,” Kandice purred tugging on his hair. “Don’t stop, just give it to me, I want you to cum inside me now. Give it to me, Ro.” Roman practically lost control of his senses then as he only had one thing on his mind. He stood up, pushing Kandice forward so she had to stand up and grab her ankles. Standing tall, Roman grabbed her ass, he pushed her legs apart a bit and began rocking back and forth, picking up the pace. Within seconds Roman was thrusting into Kandice like a jackhammer, not thinking just doing. He didn’t try to control his groans, and neither did Kandice as they did when their kids were home.

Kandice reached one hand between her legs to caress his balls as his dick drove into her over and over, his hips slamming into her. Occasionally he spanked her ass and grabbed it as his dick drove into her. She shouted, “C'mon, Daddy. I know you’re close. I’m right there with you!”

Roman could barely understand her, he was lost on his own train, but Kandice grabbing his balls drove the message home. “Fuck, babygirl. Here it comes,” he groaned gripping her hips tighter. “Me too, Daddy.”

“You want it inside you,” he growled still pumping furiously infuse of her. She screamed yes repeatedly unable to say anything else. On cue, Roman came inside of her still thrusting slowly in and out of her, fucking her through it. Three, four, five ropes of thick cum coated her walls as he drove into her. By the time she felt the fifth hot shot of cum dive into her and thought about how good it felt, she too came and screaming his name, begging him to keep going and clenching his balls a tiny bit tighter. He squeezed her ass hard as he continued to slide his dick in and out of his wife. Just before he stopped one more small shot of cum pushed into Kandice, finishing her off too. As he pulled out, he watched some of his cum leak from her. He had filled her up as promised and was sure he made good on giving her another baby.

They collapsed on the couch and Roman thought about how amazing her making it up to him had been. Sighing, Kandice leaned against Roman, who wore a proud smile.

Kandice grabbed his hand to play with his wedding band, “I guess we better continue getting ready for dinner.”

“I think we can pass on dinner.” He’d dropped his voice as he spoke in her ear. “You’ve got some more making up to do.”

Originally posted by n0thinggoodeverstayswithme

Today’s The Day

Request: Could you please write an EXTRA FLUFFY Sirius x reader imagine? Thank you very much! Xx

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hello! sorry to bother you but I was just thinking if you can write a small imagine if sirius finally having the courage to flirt and ask out his gryffindor crush who is known of being intimidating (just like me lol)

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“Alright, Prongs, today’s the day,” Sirius declared confidently. “Is it?” James smirked. “Yes,” Sirius replied. “You sound pretty sure of yourself there, Mate,” James pointed out, amused. “I am. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna go up to her in the library after dinner and sweep her off of her feet and by the time I leave, she’ll be head over heels in love with me,” Sirius tugged on his collar, his boldness almost palpable. “Well good luck, Pads,” he laughed, mumbling under his breath,“You’re going to need it.” “I am not going to need it!” Sirius called as he left the common room for dinner. 

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parallel universe!markhyuck

ok this was just supposed to be cute hyung!donghyuck and tiny bean!mark but then it turned into markhyuck and smol feelings and asdfasdbjhkndf what a mess (thnx 2 amanda for reading through it and seeing if it was ok :’))) @flawlessjeno )


  • H Y U N G D O N G H Y U C K
  • MARK HAVING TO CALL DONGHYUCK “hyung” OR HYUCK JOKINGLY SCOLDS HIM
  • “hey kid, that’s hyung to you” “ok hyuck!”

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Promise Me: Part 3 (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

Hey everyone! This chapter is a little longer than the last so I hope you enjoy! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed this :) If you have any requests, please don’t hesitate to send them! If you want to see more chapters of this, let me know! Okay, hope you enjoy! (Thanks to everyone who read this series, I know its taking a little long, but thanks for sticking around :))

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader

Word Count: 1054

Warnings: cursing, mentions of blowjobs and boners, Anthony being a sex god

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Over the course of the next two weeks, you and Anthony had been texting all day, everyday. You both talked about everything, ranging from childhood memories, to other not so innocent topics of conversation.

“You seriously BLEW on it?!” Anthony texted.

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we've never met but, can we have a coffee or something?

The fic from the stream! A nice yullen for the books. It feels like it’s been a while since I’ve written them, but I doubt it…

I honestly didn’t notice until afterwards, but the title of one of the songs I was listening to was this, so I thought ‘why not?’

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‘Your handwriting is shit.’

Allen Walker walks into class to find this note on his desk, but on top of homework, devilish professors and an jerk haunting his workplace, he really doesn’t have the time to be exchanging notes with some stranger. Common sense doesn’t seem to be stopping him, though.

'And you’re an asshole.’

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Baking

Credence Barebone x Reader (Oneshot)

Warnings: None

Description: Credence visits often, and it’s always enjoyable with (Y/N), but today they were the happiest they could have been.

A/N: Yeah so I wrote a thing, I don’t really know if it sucks or not but hey maybe it’s sorta kinda decent?

(Fluff & Baking ahead!)

Originally posted by newtsobscuro


Credence visited you often, that being said, it was no surprise when you heard the familiar quiet knock on your door. You did what you always would, ushered him inside, listening to his countless apologies about bothering you. 

Credence watched as you walked back into the kitchen, telling him to make himself at home, it was no surprise for Credence when he noticed you were baking again. You were more often than not spending your time baking. Not that he was complaining, he felt honoured to watch as you measured all the ingredients and mixed them together. 

It did, however, come as a surprise, when you suddenly asked him to come into the kitchen. He walked in slowly as you smiled at him, “I know I said make yourself at home but, would you wanna help me bake something?”, the way you said it was almost unsure, and Credence immediately responded to you, “I would probably just ruin the food, I don’t think you’d want me helping out (Y/N)…” He mumbled. 

You didnt miss the tone of his voice, “you won’t mess anything up at all, i’m here to help you, besides, it’s just for fun!” you responded happily. Credence could never understand why you helped him so much, but as much as he questioned your reasoning, he didn’t want it to stop.

 Credence decided it might not be that bad and responded to you, “I guess I can try, as long as you teach me” he mumbled. That brought a smile to your face, and Credence froze, he loved making you smile, it was one of his favorite things and it made it all worth it for him.

 He walked over to you as you handed him an apron and helped him tie it. You took a step back and smiled at him, “Now you look like a real baker Credence!” you laughed, making the corners of his mouth twitch upward into a small smile. You reached into a few cupboards, grabbing eggs, flour, and many other ingredients Credence had lost count of. Once you had everything, you began measuring how many ingredients you would need, and turned to Credence.

 You looked him in the eye, “now today, dear Credence, we are making, drumroll please… Christmas cookies!” you shouted, making Credence smile, she was like a child at the candy store being told she could get anything she wanted. 

Credence almost laughed this time, “Its not even close to Christmas yet (Y/N)” he said, as you began combining the ingredients you yelled over your shoulder, “dear Credence, that doesn’t matter! We have all this Christmas spirit, we must make cookies!” you stated with a matter-of-fact tone.

Credence loved days like these, the days you wouldn’t talk about something serious, the days where nothing seemed to matter to either of you. Credence laughed lightly, the feeling foreign to him, and you froze, turning around, “AHA, I knew you could laugh!” you shouted with glee, making Credence laugh a little harder.

 Finally, you handed him a bowl, “wanna mix the ingredients?” you asked, making Credence nervous once more, what if he messed up? What if he broke something? What if- “Credence, don’t worry, just try it, promise you’ll like it” you said with a smirk, although you had concern in your eyes. 

Credence carefully took the bowl, and began mixing the ingredients with the wooden spoon you provided, “Credence you’re a natural!” you stated, and Credence quickly became more confident that he wouldn’t mess up, he liked hearing that he was doing something right, especially from you, it made him feel useful.

 You watched as Credence continued mixing, you hadn’t lied, he mixed everything evenly, smoothly, it was like he had generally done it hundreds of times. When he finished mixing, you poured the mix onto a tray and pulled out a set of Christmas themed cookie cutters, laying them out in front of Credence.

 You grabbed the bell shaped cookie cutter, “Credence, come on, grab one and let’s shape some cookies!” you said, Credence smiled, grabbing the tree shaped cutter, beginning to cut into the mix, making cute little trees, smiling at how they turned out. 

You finished a row of bell shapes, grabbing the star shaped cutter while he followed your example and grabbed the snowflake shaped one, making his second row. After a short amount of time spent finishing your second row you grabbed festive colored icing, and handed some to Credence, beginning your own design on your bells as he begun to design his trees, later both of you moved on to your second shapes, finishing up and cleaning the small mess in your kitchen. 

You looked at Credence, “they should be finished soon, but in the meantime, did you enjoy the baking?” you asked, Credence not missing the small tone of hope in your voice, and he nodded without hesitation, “it was the most fun i’ve had in a long while, it was nice… to relax and have fun, not having to worry about anything.” He said quietly, almost as if he spoke any louder something would happen. 

You looked at him, and without thinking hugged him, and for a moment, he tensed, and you worried, you worried that you had screwed things up with him, that he would freak out and run back to his home. To your surprise however, after that moment, he hugged you back, shaking, and he held you like you were the only thing keeping him sane, which at this point, wouldn’t have surprised you. 

Suddenly, you had an urge, an urge to kiss him, and you immediately tried to dismiss it, it was wrong, you shouldnt take advantage of him like that, he needed a friend, a caregiver, not a relationship like that. You backed away for a moment, and Credence frowned, “d-did I do something wrong…?” he mumbled sadly, looking at you. You frowned and looked up to him, “N-no, of course not Credence, it’s just, I just, I can’t…” You mumbled slowly, not sure what you wanted to say, but knowing you had to say something, just to assure Credence that he did nothing wrong.

 He looked at you curiously, “t-then what’s wrong…?” he asked, and you mumbled something lowly, him not hearing it. He looked at you, slightly more determined now, “(Y/N) whats wrong..? Y-you know you can trust me…” He said, walking over to you. 

You looked up at him, at his doe like eyes, and mumbled out, “I’m worried i’ll scare you off if I tell you… I don’t want to hurt you Credence…” and he placed a shaky hand on your shoulder, “y-you could never scare m-me off… you can’t get rid of me that easily..” he said lightly, you very well knew that he knew you could scare him off, but hearing him say it like that made you think that he would understand.

 You looked at him, “I think I have feelings for you… and its fine, I know you don’t return them, I know you dont need this pressure, you dont need a relationship, and I don’t want to force you into anything, I still want to be here for you, I-” you cut yourself off when he smiled slightly, leaning forward like it was instinct, you leaned forward a bit too. 

He looked at you like you were the most important thing in the world, “c-can I k-kiss you (Y/N)….?” he mumbled, something you never thought you’d hear, “only if you want to” you responded, and he leaned forward lightly, closing the space between you two. 

The kiss was light, short, but it had so much meaning behind it, and you couldn’t have been happier, it was just… right. All of a sudden, the moment was ruined when you sniffed the air, smelling the now finished cookies, “C-Credence the cookies are done! Come on we have to eat them already!” you shouted as you bolted for the kitchen.

 Credence, still blushing from the moment you two just shared, smiled at the bashful figure heading into the kitchen, following you. You handed him a cookie, and both of you voiced how good they were, agreeing that they were amazing and that you would both make more together sometime. 

Both of you had also silently agreed, that neither of you could have been happier.


anonymous asked:

I saw your long distance s/o headcanons for Yuri Plisetsky and was wondering if you could do the same for Viktor, please, thanks.

I’m so glad the long-distance headcanons are so popular! The headcanons for Yuri Plisetsky can be read here. Thank you for the requests! These are so fun, since I have a long distance friendship with one of my best friends :) ((p.s. if y’all want a long distance friend, I’m willing to be that friend!))

[Viktor Nikiforov]

  • Your relationship blossomed out of an innocent Instagram post on your end
  • The figure skating season was under way, and you being a huge fan of the sport, decided to make something for your favorite skater, Viktor Nikiforov of course you basic bitch jk ily
  • Before a competition in the Grand Prix, you post a photo of your pet in an outfit similar to the one Viktor wears in his skating program with a wish of good luck to him
  • You tag him in the photo, and expect nothing more than a few likes from his fans and some awws from the animal-lovers community
  • too bad you set your expectations a little too low and were not expecting the shit that was coming for you ho ho ho
  • Viktor happened to be scrolling through Instagram at saw the notification of being tagged in and mentioned in a post
  • Curious, he looks at your post, and his stomach fills with butterflies
  • Knowing that someone spent the time to create a smaller version of his outfit for a pet to wear was the sweetest thing ever to him, and he needed to know the genius behind this flawless artwork
  • He had no intentions other than to thank you for your wishes and to compliment you on your post
  • but both of you are going to be getting more than you bargained for haha winky face
  • Viktor sends you a DM with a cordial ‘thank you’ and tells you how much he appreciates the post you made
  • You don’t answer for some time, and that bothers Viktor somewhat. He doesn’t know why, but he can’t help but await for your reply
  • He finds himself wondering who you are, what you’re doing, how you’re feeling, etc.
  • pssst that is called love my friends
  • When you do reply, Viktor feels elated for no apparent reason
  • He initiates a conversation without even thinking about it, but that mindlessness becomes something much more beautiful
  • You talk about your pets for hours, Viktor gushing about Makkachin and you about your pet
  • That somehow turns into imagining the two of you adopting a pet and raising it together
  • It is then that Viktor realizes he’s made more than just a friend
  • Phone numbers are exchanged and your text conversations become more deep and personal than just your interest in animals
  • Viktor learns about your personality and you explore his, both of you beginning to fall in love with each other in conversation
  • You guys send each other lots of selfies on Snapchat, playing with the filters and posing with your pets
  • he screenshots all of them and puts them in a folder and looks at them all of the time but you didnt hear it from me
  • You’d think he’d get distracted from his career while he spends so much time on his phone to communicate with you, but the thoughts of you that evade his brain drive him to be better at practice and to achieve perfection in competition
  • You watch every performance on TV, sending him snaps of the performance with your running commentary for him to look at later and after he’s won probably tbh
  • The response to those snaps is usually a selfie of Viktor holding his medal and blowing you a kiss with a heart emoji too probably aw
  • He promises to come visit you as soon as he finds time or if he comes to your country, and he can’t wait to just give you a big, warm hug
  • One morning after a few months of talking to Viktor, you wake up to a text from him asking you to be more than just his ‘Internet Friend’
  • “You mean you want to be romantic Internet friends, Viktor?”
  • “Yes! Romantic Internet Friends that go on dates!”
  • You’re laughing in response to his text when a FaceTime call from Viktor flashes on your screen
  • You’re hesitant to answer, since you had just woken up, but you accept it anyway
  • Viktor’s beautiful face fills your screen, and you can see it in his eyes how he’s admiring you
  • “Hello, my beloved! You look so lovely in the morning!”
  • “Just imagine waking up and getting to see this every morning, Viktor.”
  • Viktor’s face flushes red at your comment, but he mostly feels lovestruck at the sound of your voice
  • You blush twice as hard as him, since you realize that the bold comment was the first thing he’s ever heard you say out loud
  • Your beautiful long-distance relationship with Viktor has come so far already, but there is so much more to come for you in the future~

[Yuri Katsuki]

  • The way he met you is actually very comical
  • Back when he was training in Detroit, there was a night where Phichit and Yuri were hanging out together
  • Phichit got on the topic of dating, and it all went downhill from here
  • “Yuri, why don’t you ever date? I mean no homo but you’re super cute and nice and anyone would be lucky to have you-“
  • “Phichit st OP you know i have a weird thing for Viktor rn jeez
  • Some arguing leads to Phichit signing Yuri up for a dating website
  • not naming names but this website is strongly based off of Tinder mkay
  • Phichit is scrolling through nearby profiles and keeps a running commentary about every face that shows up
  • Yuri is red-faced the whole time and really just wishing Phichit would leave him alone
  • But he glances at the phone screen at the perfect moment and sees your stunning face
  • Phichit is about to swipe left and Yuri grabs his arm so flipping fast
  • “Move dammit who the fuck is this creature Phichit how dare you almost swipe left fuck you man”
  • Yuri spends an hour or two cradling the phone in his hands, carefully reading every aspect of your profile over and over and slowly falling in love with you
  • He finds courage he didn’t know he had and swipes right
  • Before his confidence can falter, he forces himself to send you a message to say hello
  • He waits so anxiously for your reply that he can’t stand it
  • You answer immediately, and his heart hammers in his chest so hard it hurts
  • you comment about how cute he is in his profile picture and he nearly dies
  • Yuri cuts right to the chase and asks you to meet up immediately like right now you’re only a few miles away let s g o
  • His excitement was for naught, since you promptly inform him that you’re in a taxi on the way to the airport; you’re nearly late for your flight home and don’t have any time to meet him
  • You both express your disappointment, but continue to talk to each other about your interests and such. You exchange messages all night, neither of you getting any sleep
  • Your relationship with Yuri progresses quite quickly, exchanging phone numbers after only a week of talking on the dating website
  • needless to say he deletes the app right after that
  • Snapchats are sent daily, with selfies, the food you’re eating, what you’re up to, etc.
  • More than anything, you spend a lot of time texting, since talking on the phone gives Yuri some anxiety
  • Your first FaceTime session is the most adorably awkward thing to ever happen in the history of this planet let me tell you
  • Yuri calls you first. and you have to wait a moment to answer since you’re so nervous
  • But once you’re connected, it takes a moment for both of you to drink in each other’s virtual presence
  • Neither of you would talk at first, both too nervous to say anything
  • You break the silence with a small ‘hello,’ and his heart melts in his chest at the sound of your lovely voice
  • After that, he knows you’re the one he’s meant to spend his life with
  • This relationship lasts a long time; you talk for almost two years before you make it ‘official’
  • He never officially asks you to be his significant other; it kind of just happens by accident
  • You were watching one of his skating competitions on TV, and he was being interviewed by the reporters after he received his score
  • He was so flustered by his victory in his flawless performance, he can’t hold back that answer that comes to his mind when asked how he’s been so successful this season
  • “I dedicate my hard work to (Y/N), the most wonderful and perfect significant other I could ever ask for!”
  • yeah it killed you but tbh I’m pretty sure he was more surprised than you were
  • Your relationship has come a long way, and the next step is to meet in person and go on an official date~
juzosuke domestic au!!

me and maddie came up with this huge ass juzosuke au to recuperate from episode 11 and i needed a way to keep track of it so its all under the cut!!

WARNING: this thing is ridiculously long?? unless u really want a super long juzosuke au, then go for it my dude

edit: if ur reading this there is now a part two so click this cool link 2 read it 

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Ok so Im gonna tell a story.

These pics are from a night like a year and a half ago. My bf at the time was from Boston and we lived in NYC. We had been dating a few months and he wanted me to meet his parents. SO we made the drive from NYC to Boston and we stayed at a hotel.

We were going to meet his parents at a really nice place in Boston for dinner. We stayed at this really nice place on Boylston St? I think thats what its called. 

So ANY WAYS, we had reservations at a place at 7pm and my bf had a rental we drove to Boston. He said it would take 30 minutes to get to the restruant. L’espalier I think it’s called.

So I spent like almost 2 hours doing my makeup, straightening my hair (its long). I wore a little black dress and heels, a classic look. I had neevr met his parents so I was nervous AF. 

So my bf is all we have to go so we get in the car. Seriously not like even a minute later he unzips his pants. He tells me about how he never had road head before. Like where he gets a bj when driving. And how he really wants it. At first I was like idk. I mean I spent a lot of effort to look good to meet his parents. We were going to a show after to see a DJ and I said why dont I do it then? He just put his hand on the back of my head and pushed me down. At first I was suprised. I wasnt mad just like huh? But then I did what he wanted. 

If you never gave a bj in a car before its wayyyyyy harder than it should be. My seatbelt was it the way so I took it off then it was dinging so I got out of the seat kinda because thats anoying. Then like all the car stuff is in the way like the gear nob all that. But I made it work. 

So my bf starts like counting out how far away we are from the retraunt. Like You have 25 minutes Sara. 

20 minutes til we are there

15 minutes Sara.

My hair is really long so this whole time he has like all my hair like in a pony to keep it out of the way but hes like mostly letting me do what I do but sometimes like making my head move like to his pace. 

So we are like around 10 minutes away and he tells me he’s close. THEN tells me     Make sure you dont get any on my pants

Yeah duh. 

So around then I can feel him pushing me head down more. Like all the way down on him like hes trying to shove his dick through my head. lol

He came. Now if your reading this you probably no I am a pretty oral girl. Like it turns me on. I dont like the taste of cum though. I dont hate it but it can be kinda gross. Its still hot dont get me wrong. Maybe its hot because I dont like it and Im pretty submissive so its like I no Im doing it for the man not for me.

So he cums and idk if its just that this was sooo hot to him or because we didnt fool around for a couple days before, but like seriously I dont no if I ever ad a guy cum that much ever. 

So I started like swallowing right away. I didnt want to stain his clothes right before dinner with his parents. I dont gag like I dont have a gag reflex. True story like I never had one. When I was little I almost died a couple times because I would swallow food I never even chewed and I could swallow it easy but it would sometimes still get stuck in my throat and I couldnt breath. 

Thats how I felt. Like I was drowning. For real. 

So Im doing everyting to not get any of his cum on his pants and all a sudden he says Ok doll were here. Fix your makeup and hair.

Im all wait what? WTF? 

I sit up and the first thing I see is the VALET PARKING GUY STARING AT ME! No shit. I can feel some of my bfs cum is on my bottom lip!

Like 25 feet away is his dad, standing outside the door to the restraunt. My bf looks at me and said Sara fix your makeup. I need you to look perfect. The way he was staring at me was intense. Like at first before he said anything I was embarassed and pissed off. Then with him looking at me like that idk. I was still embarrased but like part of me was just like idk foggy? I actually said Im sorry! I apologized for not looking perfect after that! 

So I wiped my lips, fixed my lipstick, smoothed my hair out and asked him how I looked. 

I dont no if his dad saw me sit up off his sons lap. The valet def did. I think his dad saw it because he was like nice to meet you sara. want a mint?

After dinner we went back to the hotel before the show. Turned out the hotel was literly just like 2 blocks away from were we ate. My bf drove us around the block for a BJ. 

just makes cents

So my school does this thing called senior servant day, and ofc it inspired this. Because I needed some fluffy Bellarke and Blake siblings. Apologies for the title; my post-finals brain thought it was punny.

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“Are you gonna bid on anyone?”

Clarke very deliberately closed her locker and zipped up her backpack before turning to her best friend’s little sister. “Is that your way of asking if I’m gonna bid on your brother? Because the answer is no.”

“Why not?” Octavia pouted. “I would’ve saved up for this, but I didn’t know it was happening!”

“Because he hid all the fliers and hacked your Facebook so that you wouldn’t find out, because he didn’t want you to know it was happening,” Clarke said, amused.

“And you didn’t stop him? Clarke!”

She just shrugged.

“Now some asshole’s gonna outbid me,” Octavia bemoaned, slouching against the lockers.

“As opposed to you two assholes?” said Bellamy, hiking his messenger bag more securely over his shoulder so he could ruffle her hair. Octavia ducked away, scowling. “Really, did you not consider that maybe I don’t want my sister buying me for senior slave day? Not least of which is because it’s an actual class fundraiser — we need actual bids, O, not just the two dollars you have left over from your allowance this month.”

“So what? Clarke —”

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