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A Hard Love Part 1/10

Originally posted by 107th-infantry

Warnings: Swearing

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

A/N: Reader has telepathy and telekenisis which she uses to help Bucky through his nightmares. 

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Y/N had decided long ago that she wanted to live away from headquarters. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be a part of the team; she just wanted her own space. Well that was how it started anyways. She had bought a four bedroom house in the suburbs with a huge yard. She adopted a rescued dog, planted some flowers, painted the walls and made the place her own. Soon Steve started to come around; first he wanted to try the BBQ, then he liked Y/N’s house better for movie nights because it was quieter, then he would notice repairs that needed to be done and in the process started to take over Y/N’s spare room in the basement. Finally giving in, Y/N invited Steve to move in with her. He took over the basement room and Y/N stayed upstairs. They both got the peace and quiet but they also had someone to watch their backs. It worked well for them. Of course until Steve met Sam. After becoming an Avenger, Sam started to spend more and more time at the house with Steve. Eventually after much pleading and bargaining from both men Y/N relented and let Sam take over one of the spare rooms upstairs. By the time they had found Bucky and brought him home Y/N didn’t even bother putting up a fight when Steve asked to move upstairs and have Bucky stay in the other spare room.
And that is how it came to be that Y/N’s home away from the Avengers facility was now the filled with four Avengers.

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She was becoming one of Rick’s favorite parts of his new life. After their lunch date with their children, they continued seeing each other regularly and the more time they spent together, the less they had company. Their first date came and went and their relationship began to progress at a comfortable pace.

“Do you think this counts as a long-distance relationship?” Michonne asked, late one Saturday afternoon while they were lounging in her living room sans children. Her leg was thrown over his waist and his hand rested firmly on her rear as they faced each other. Rick ended up arriving more than an hour early for their date and she was more than happy to have the extra time with him. They both enjoyed spending some quiet time in each other’s company, just being.

And they were completely alone.

André was spending the weekend with his father and Carl was away with his aunt and uncle to celebrate his uncle’s birthday.

“I’m too far away for you?”

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Drunk Hybrid

It wasn’t often that Klaus got drunk, or at least drunk without you. You were human, surprise, and the Original Hybrid had fallen head over heels for you immediately when he came to New Orleans. You fell for him soon after, but he was hesitant to make a move on you, knowing that he was no good for you.

In the end, he asked you to dinner and now you had been happily together for 14 months. In those 14 months, you had seen it all. Klaus’s rough side, his anger and hatred. His frustration and his murderous side. However, you had also seen his soft side, his cheesy side as he told you flirty jokes, his gentle caresses on your arms as he held you while you slept.

Anyone could see he was in love with you, it was obvious in the way he watched you, in the way he practically worshiped the ground you walked on, the way he talked about you when you weren’t there, and the way he was fiercely protective of you.

The two of you often did everything together. You went with him when he was with Marcel, he went with you to the library to watch you read, you two cooked together, slept in the same bed at the same time, hell, sometimes Klaus even insisted on showering together, which always turned into something else.

Which was why it was weird that Klaus had insisted that you stayed at home that night, where he was the only vampire besides Rebekah and Elijah that had been invited in.

“It’s going to get dangerous, love,” he told you. “I don’t want you to get hurt, Y/N.”

“But I’ve never gotten hurt before,” you protested. “How dangerous is this honestly going to get, Nik, you’re just going out for a drink.”

“If you stay home,” Klaus started. “I am all yours tomorrow. You may do what you please with me, I will take you wherever you want, do whatever you want. But please stay home tonight.”

You thought about it, nodding. A night at home while he went out, for a day of him being completely yours versus insisting that you went out with him and not having him to yourself, then to have the same thing happen the next day. You knew which one was more appealing.

“Whatever I want?” You asked, confirming what he had said. He cupped your cheeks, watching as you bit your lip.

“Whatever you want,” he promised, kissing your lips gently.

You smiled as he pulled back. “Alright, I’ll stay here.”

After a heated kiss, and a quiet thank you from Klaus, you were left to do whatever you wanted by yourself. It’s not like you were clingy to him, in fact, you didn’t need him to do anything. The two of you just enjoyed doing things together, and one of those things turned out to be drinking. It was rare when one would go out without the other.

You decided that you were going to relax. First, you changed from your skirt and blouse into leggings and one of Klaus’s Henley shirts that was far too big for you. Then, you made yourself a snack of apples with caramel. Maybe you weren’t being adventurous, but that was your everyday life. Perhaps you needed this moment to relax, take care of yourself. You were human, after all, and you did need to relax sometimes.

After finishing your snack, you immediately put your iPod on the docking station, turning it up as loud as it would go. Bad Romance by Lady Gaga began to play, and you squealed, singing along and dancing as the songs went through one by one on shuffle.

And when you finally got tired of that, you sighed, going upstairs to take a bath. It was only ten o’clock, and you knew Klaus wouldn’t be in until midnight at the earliest. So you decided to take a bath, and go to bed early so you could get a goodnight sleep, as well as get up before Klaus so you may make pancakes for breakfast for the two of you.

You took a long time in the bath, coming out just before eleven. When you walked out into your shared room in just your towel, you were quite shocked to see Klaus standing at the foot of the bed, smirking at you. He seemed unstable and quite drunk.

“Hey Nik,” you smiled, slightly glad he was back. You could never get to sleep easy without him. “I didn’t think you would be home so soon.”

Keeping your towel secure around your body, you walked over to him, a soft smile adoring your lips. He stayed still, smirking at you still. “Have I eh-ver told you that yu-ou are a sexy mess?” he slurred, his hand shakily coming up to your face.

“You’re really drunk,” you chuckled quietly, taking his hand. “Come on, join me. Let’s go to bed, I’ll make pancakes in the morning.”

“I would love to be in bed with you,” he started. “Just doing other things. Preferably between your legs.”

“Ah,” you sighed. Klaus got very horny when he was drunk, but you never gave in to you. You were human, and him, the strongest creature on the planet. He would be rough, and you would get hurt and he would hate himself even more. So you avoided drunk sex at all cost. “No, not today. Off to bed. Come on, take the jacket off, Nik.”

“But I really want you,” he purred, taking long strides into you. You took two steps back for every one of his steps forward until you were pinned against the wall, one hand had a death grip on the edge of your towel while the other rested against his chest, pushing him back slightly. “And I’m so hungry, Y/N.”

Now you started to get nervous. He had never drank from you, claiming he would never be able to stop him and he never wanted to hurt you. But now, you watched the veins grow under his eyes and your heart nearly stopped.

“Nik, there’s blood bags downstairs,” you managed, your voice a lot higher than it normally is. “You know this.”

“But I want you,” he repeated, pressing his body against your sloppily, his teeth extending from his jaw.”I want to taste you, love.”

You whimpered in fright, trying to push him off. “Klaus, please,” you begged. You were frightened now. Never had you seen him act this way towards you, and you were convinced he would either hurt you, then come back to reality and leave you, or he would kill you.

It was a sudden movement, but his teeth dug into your neck as he roughly grabbed you, ripping the towel off your body. You screamed in pain, but all Klaus did was moan into your neck, loving the taste of your blood.

The pain was unbearable, and you finally managed to push his drunken body off, immediately holding you hand to your neck as Klaus stumbled back. “Oh come on Y/N, the whole world knows you’re a common whore,” he said with a wolfish grin. “Don’t you want to have some fun with me?”

Tears pricked into your eyes, but you were unsure if it was because of what he said or the pain you were in. “I don’t want to do anything with you,” you told him slowly.

His beautiful features contorted in rage, and he moved forward, slapping you. It wasn’t as hard as he could due to his intoxication, but it hurt nonetheless. You cried out, slumping into the wall.

“Don’t be such a bitch, Y/N,” he snarled, grabbing your neck and pinning you to the wall, choking you. You gasped, struggling to get out of his hold.

Finally, you kicked him in the crotch, causing him to let go and sink to his knees, groaning. You took your chances, quickly running into the bathroom. You slammed the door just as he stood, and you locked it. He appeared to have forgotten about his vampire strength as he began to pound on it, calling out your name.

You were even more thankful that your phone rested on the counter, which you quickly grabbed. Shakily, you dialed Elijah’s number with bloody hands, praying that the noble Mikaelson would pick up right away.

“Y/N?” He answered after one ring. “What can I do for you?”

“Elijah, Klaus is drunk,” you stuttered out. “I’m locked in the bathroom, he fed from me and choked me when I told him to stop and-”

“I’ll be right over,” Elijah said quickly.

“Thank you,” you managed, choking back a sob as he hung up. You grabbed a small hand towel to put over the bite mark, before grabbing another towel to wrap around your body again.

“Elijah, perfect timing. I am in need of your assistance, it appears as if my whore of a girlfriend doesn’t want my attention tonight, and has locked herself in the bathroom, and I still need to teach her a lesson,” Klaus said from behind the door.

There was a loud snap, and the thud of a body hitting the floor, before a soft knock on the door. “Y/N, are you alright?”

You opened the door to reveal Elijah, with Klaus’s temporarily dead body on the floor. “M-my neck,” you managed weakly, your lip quivering.

“Drink my blood, I do not want you to die,” Elijah said as he bit into his hand. You took it thankfully, drinking it until his wound closed. “Come, get dressed. You may stay at my house tonight.”

You nodded. “Can you move his body to the bed, at least?” You whispered. Despite what he had done, you still loved him, of course.

“Yes.”

You quickly dressed back into the leggings and jumper you had been wearing before your bath after cleaning up the blood on your neck. With you ready to go, and Klaus’s body now laying on the made bed, Elijah took you back to his house.

~~~

When Klaus woke, it took him a second to remember why he still wore the clothes he had on last night, and why he was not in the covers. Then it came back to him. Attacking you, feeding from you, calling you horrible things, you crying as you locked yourself in the bathroom away from him, and calling Elijah, and him snapping Klaus’s neck.

Tears formed in his eyes as he jumped up, looking around wildly for you. “Y/N?” he said quietly. It started from a whisper, but soon it turned to screaming and shouting as he ran around the house, desperately looking for you.

As he sat down on the stairs, tears falling from his eyes, the front door opened, and there you were. Your eyes were puffy and red, black bags underneath as Klaus stood. You still wore leggings and his jumper, and Klaus began to cry more as you froze when you saw him. “Klaus,” you whispered, frightened that he might try something else.

His lips quivered as he spoke next. “I am so sorry, my dear. My actions were uncalled for, and I regret them with all my heart,” he said softly. “And I understand, if you want to leave. You’re free, Y/N. If that is what you want. But if you wish to stay, I will spend the rest of eternity making it up to you, this I swear, Y/N. I love you. More than I have ever loved someone before and I cannot live without you. So please, let me repair what I so foolishly broke.”

You were silent, unsure what to say. When you finally found the words, Klaus smiled. “I don’t want to leave you,” you said straight away. “I never want to leave you. But what you did last night scared me, and you hurt me. You aren’t forgiven for that. But I will give you the chance to prove you are worthy of my forgiveness,” you told him, crossing your arms over your chest.

Klaus let a few more tears drop. “I am not worthy of a woman as pure as you, anyway,” Klaus told you as the two of you smiled at each other.

Originally posted by seriouslyniklaus

Klaus

Imagine : Klaus coming home drunk, and he hurts you. In the morning, he tries to make it up to you.

Originally posted by leveraged-buyout

It wasn’t often that Klaus got drunk, or at least drunk without you. You were human, surprise, and the Original Hybrid had fallen head over heels for you immediately when he came to New Orleans. You fell for him soon after, but he was hesitant to make a move on you, knowing that he was no good for you.

In the end, he asked you to dinner and now you had been happily together for 14 months. In those 14 months, you had seen it all. Klaus’s rough side, his anger and hatred. His frustration and his murderous side. However, you had also seen his soft side, his cheesy side as he told you flirty jokes, his gentle caresses on your arms as he held you while you slept.

Anyone could see he was in love with you, it was obvious in the way he watched you, in the way he practically worshiped the ground you walked on, the way he talked about you when you weren’t there, and the way he was fiercely protective of you.

The two of you often did everything together. You went with him when he was with Marcel, he went with you to the library to watch you read, you two cooked together, slept in the same bed at the same time, hell, sometimes Klaus even insisted on showering together, which always turned into something else. 

Which was why it was weird that Klaus had insisted that you stayed at home that night, where he was the only vampire besides Rebekah and Elijah that had been invited in. 

“It’s going to get dangerous, love,” he told you. “I don’t want you to get hurt, Y/N.” 

“But I’ve never gotten hurt before,” you protested. “How dangerous is this honestly going to get, Nik, you’re just going out for a drink.”

“If you stay home,” Klaus started. “I am all yours tomorrow. You may do what you please with me, I will take you wherever you want, do whatever you want. But please stay home tonight.”

You thought about it, nodding. A night at home while he went out, for a day of him being completely yours versus insisting that you went out with him and not having him to yourself, then to have the same thing happen the next day. You knew which one was more appealing. 

“Whatever I want?” You asked, confirming what he had said. He cupped your cheeks, watching as you bit your lip. 

“Whatever you want,” he promised, kissing your lips gently. 

You smiled as he pulled back. “Alright, I’ll stay here.”

After a heated kiss, and a quiet thank you from Klaus, you were left to do whatever you wanted by yourself. It’s not like you were clingy to him, in fact, you didn’t need him to do anything. The two of you just enjoyed doing things together, and one of those things turned out to be drinking. It was rare when one would go out without the other.

You decided that you were going to relax. First, you changed from your skirt and blouse into leggings and one of Klaus’s Henley shirts that was far too big for you. Then, you made yourself a snack of apples with caramel. Maybe you weren’t being adventurous, but that was your everyday life. Perhaps you needed this moment to relax, take care of yourself. You were human, after all, and you did need to relax sometimes.

After finishing your snack, you immediately put your iPod on the docking station, turning it up as loud as it would go. Bad Romance by Lady Gaga began to play, and you squealed, singing along and dancing as the songs went through one by one on shuffle. 

And when you finally got tired of that, you sighed, going upstairs to take a bath. It was only ten o’clock, and you knew Klaus wouldn’t be in until midnight at the earliest. So you decided to take a bath, and go to bed early so you could get a goodnight sleep, as well as get up before Klaus so you may make pancakes for breakfast for the two of you.

You took a long time in the bath, coming out just before eleven. When you walked out into your shared room in just your towel, you were quite shocked to see Klaus standing at the foot of the bed, smirking at you. He seemed unstable and quite drunk.

“Hey Nik,” you smiled, slightly glad he was back. You could never get to sleep easy without him. “I didn’t think you would be home so soon.”

Keeping your towel secure around your body, you walked over to him, a soft smile adoring your lips. He stayed still, smirking at you still. “Have I eh-ver told you that yu-ou are a sexy mess?” he slurred, his hand shakily coming up to your face. 

“You’re really drunk,” you chuckled quietly, taking his hand. “Come on, join me. Let’s go to bed, I’ll make pancakes in the morning.”

“I would love to be in bed with you,” he started. “Just doing other things. Preferably between your legs.”

“Ah,” you sighed. Klaus got very horny when he was drunk, but you never gave in to you. You were human, and him, the strongest creature on the planet. He would be rough, and you would get hurt and he would hate himself even more. So you avoided drunk sex at all cost. “No, not today. Off to bed. Come on, take the jacket off, Nik.”

“But I really want you,” he purred, taking long strides into you. You took two steps back for every one of his steps forward until you were pinned against the wall, one hand had a death grip on the edge of your towel while the other rested against his chest, pushing him back slightly. “And I’m so hungry, Y/N.”

Now you started to get nervous. He had never drank from you, claiming he would never be able to stop him and he never wanted to hurt you. But now, you watched the veins grow under his eyes and your heart nearly stopped. 

“Nik, there’s blood bags downstairs,” you managed, your voice a lot higher than it normally is. “You know this.”

“But I want you,” he repeated, pressing his body against your sloppily, his teeth extending from his jaw.”I want to taste you, love.”

You whimpered in fright, trying to push him off. “Klaus, please,” you begged. You were frightened now. Never had you seen him act this way towards you, and you were convinced he would either hurt you, then come back to reality and leave you, or he would kill you. 

It was a sudden movement, but his teeth dug into your neck as he roughly grabbed you, ripping the towel off your body. You screamed in pain, but all Klaus did was moan into your neck, loving the taste of your blood.

The pain was unbearable, and you finally managed to push his drunken body off, immediately holding you hand to your neck as Klaus stumbled back. “Oh come on Y/N, the whole world knows you’re a common whore,” he said with a wolfish grin. “Don’t you want to have some fun with me?”

Tears pricked into your eyes, but you were unsure if it was because of what he said or the pain you were in. “I don’t want to do anything with you,” you told him slowly. 

His beautiful features contorted in rage, and he moved forward, slapping you. It wasn’t as hard as he could due to his intoxication, but it hurt nonetheless. You cried out, slumping into the wall. 

“Don’t be such a bitch, Y/N,” he snarled, grabbing your neck and pinning you to the wall, choking you. You gasped, struggling to get out of his hold. 

Finally, you kicked him in the crotch, causing him to let go and sink to his knees, groaning. You took your chances, quickly running into the bathroom. You slammed the door just as he stood, and you locked it. He appeared to have forgotten about his vampire strength as he began to pound on it, calling out your name.

You were even more thankful that your phone rested on the counter, which you quickly grabbed. Shakily, you dialed Elijah’s number with bloody hands, praying that the noble Mikaelson would pick up right away.

“Y/N?” He answered after one ring. “What can I do for you?”

“Elijah, Klaus is drunk,” you stuttered out. “I’m locked in the bathroom, he fed from me and choked me when I told him to stop and-”

“I’ll be right over,” Elijah said quickly.

“Thank you,” you managed, choking back a sob as he hung up. You grabbed a small hand towel to put over the bite mark, before grabbing another towel to wrap around your body again.

“Elijah, perfect timing. I am in need of your assistance, it appears as if my whore of a girlfriend doesn’t want my attention tonight, and has locked herself in the bathroom, and I still need to teach her a lesson,” Klaus said from behind the door. 

There was a loud snap, and the thud of a body hitting the floor, before a soft knock on the door. “Y/N, are you alright?”

You opened the door to reveal Elijah, with Klaus’s temporarily dead body on the floor. “M-my neck,” you managed weakly, your lip quivering. 

“Drink my blood, I do not want you to die,” Elijah said as he bit into his hand. You took it thankfully, drinking it until his wound closed. “Come, get dressed. You may stay at my house tonight.”

You nodded. “Can you move his body to the bed, at least?” You whispered. Despite what he had done, you still loved him, of course. 

“Yes.”

You quickly dressed back into the leggings and jumper you had been wearing before your bath after cleaning up the blood on your neck. With you ready to go, and Klaus’s body now laying on the made bed, Elijah took you back to his house.

~~~

When Klaus woke, it took him a second to remember why he still wore the clothes he had on last night, and why he was not in the covers. Then it came back to him. Attacking you, feeding from you, calling you horrible things, you crying as you locked yourself in the bathroom away from him, and calling Elijah, and him snapping Klaus’s neck.

Tears formed in his eyes as he jumped up, looking around wildly for you. “Y/N?” he said quietly. It started from a whisper, but soon it turned to screaming and shouting as he ran around the house, desperately looking for you.

As he sat down on the stairs, tears falling from his eyes, the front door opened, and there you were. Your eyes were puffy and red, black bags underneath as Klaus stood. You still wore leggings and his jumper, and Klaus began to cry more as you froze when you saw him. “Klaus,” you whispered, frightened that he might try something else.

His lips quivered as he spoke next. “I am so sorry, my dear. My actions were uncalled for, and I regret them with all my heart,” he said softly. “And I understand, if you want to leave. You’re free, Y/N. If that is what you want. But if you wish to stay, I will spend the rest of eternity making it up to you, this I swear, Y/N. I love you. More than I have ever loved someone before and I cannot live without you. So please, let me repair what I so foolishly broke.”

You were silent, unsure what to say. When you finally found the words, Klaus smiled. “I don’t want to leave you,” you said straight away. “I never want to leave you. But what you did last night scared me, and you hurt me. You aren’t forgiven for that. But I will give you the chance to prove you are worthy of my forgiveness,” you told him, crossing your arms over your chest.

Klaus let a few more tears drop. “I am not worthy of a woman as pure as you, anyway,” Klaus told you as the two of you smiled at each other. 

Caution-Lay

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

You slumped against the mirror as everyone left the dance room.

“Finally, now I can go change from these sweaty clothes!” You say as you just finished dance practice.

“Hey, I have to speak to you so when I finish up here I’ll be on my way to your room.” Lay says and he gathers his speakers and Ipod from the docking station.

“Thats fine, I’ll see you when you get there” you said as you walk out of the studio.

To believe that you have been with this same studio for years is a mystery in itself. To believe that you found your best friend at this same studio was also a mystery, you developed a crush on him but were too shy to ask him out.

“I wonder what he wants to talk about.” You say to yourself as you arrive to your room.

Upon entering, you toss your stuff aside and instantly go to your dresser to look for a change of clothes. After finding the perfect outfit, you start to strip out of your sweaty clothes.


“ So as I was saying, I wanted to say… OH MY GOD!”

You immediately turned around to find Lay staring at your naked upper body.

“ WHAT THE FUCK LAY, GET OUT!” you yell as you throw your previous sweaty shirt at him.

He then closes the door and puts his hand over his face to stop him from looking at your body.

“I still need to talk to you though” he say, embarrassed, as his neck turns a beautiful rosy pink color.

You couldn’t believe that the man of your dreams, your best friend, was still standing in front of you, while you were changing…

“Uhm.. Well .. Uh. I wanted to … Uhhh”

“You what Lay? Damn, speak clearly or get out.” You mumbled, turning away to grab your pants out the drawer. Your face felt so hot.

“I just wanted to know if you wanted to do the gig with me on Saturday. The one at that high school. I needed to know so I can add your name to the list of performers.”

Finally, you have your pants on by then.

“You couldn’t have waited till I finished changing for that!” You exclaimed

“You should be more cautious! I told you I was coming” he says in his defense. 

Maybe if I didn’t zone out so much I would have locked door. But, I didn’t think he would actually come in to speak to me so quickly.

“Its your fault, you are supposed to knock before entering closed doors.” You say to him as you finish buttoning your shirt.

“How is it my fault?! You need to lock the doors !” He exclaimed with his hands still over his eyes.

“I’d like to go to the gig. It seems like it’ll be fun. By the way, you can move your hands, Im dressed now. Maybe if you weren’t such a pervert we could’ve had lunch together. ” you joke as you take a seat on the couch

He peeks out between his fingers to make sure you’re not joking with him. Once he sees that you are serious, he removes his hand from his eyes and make his way to a chair in the corner of the room.

“Pervert? Says the one who kept changing while I was in the room!”

“So? That’s what I was in here for. Maybe you should be more cautious.” You say as you lay across the couch looking at lays face as he slowly turns red.

“I - but you- wait- LOOK. Just lock the damn door next time!” He exclaims as he makes his way to the door, leaving to go to lunch.

“Haha, okay, ” you laugh as you relax yourself to take a short nap.

“ By the way, you need to update your bras. They are giving you no support. SEE YOU SATURDAY!” he says in a rush as he slips out the door.

“YIXING YOU PERV!!”

New Home, New Start

The young half breed collapsed in her apartment in Meliora. It was one of the grand ones in the Pinnacle. She hated having to live here, but no one knew who she was so it was great. She plugged her iPod onto its docking station and searched for some music. She was on settings for some odd reason, and the title Libitina’s iPod was showing. She scrolled back to music and found the playlist she wanted. It was a mix of all her favourite Ghost BC tracks. Turning it on, she began singing along to Square Hammer her all time favourite.


As she was getting into the music, her doorbell rang. It was a neighbour. “Sorry is the music too loud?” Libitina asked. The man shook his head. “Nope. Good taste seeing as Emeritus and his crew rule our patch of bliss. Here my wife made you a cake. Welcome to the neighbourhood. I’m Mike, and my wife is Nicola. If you need us, we’re apartment two twenty.” Mike smiled. Libitina nodded and thanked him. She closed the door, and put the cake in the kitchen.


It was bliss. No one suspected she was a supernatural being. Half angel and half Nephilim. She lay on her black leather couch and soon drifted off into a deep sleep. She woke a few hours later to find someone… Well something looming over her with interested eyes.

Bad Boy Meets Bad Girl Part 10

New school, new people, new country. Will Y/N be able to keep up her bad girl image or will she fall soft for the schools bad boy?

Dazed And Confused

Ask/Request

Masterlist // PT1 PT2 PT3 PT4 PT5 PT6 PT7 PT8 PT9 PT11 PT12 Epilogue

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“Y/N, Y/N wake up!” was all I heard as someone relentlessly shook my shoulders “you son of a bitch!” was heard in the distance before a few gasps were ripped from people’s lips, I scrunched up my face and tried to move but everything hurt like a mother fucker “morning kitten” Michael said in a sickly sweet voice. I opened my eyes to see I was still at the house party, thinking I was on the floor I went to turn over to get up, quickly realiZing I wasn’t and nearly falling off the counter “whoa, carefully tiger!” Michael said as he caught me and helped me sit up “what the fuck just happened?” I asked dazed and confused “you got pushed into the fight between Calum and Josh, Josh punched you aiming for Calum and you were knocked out” fucking prick I looked around for Calum, he was nowhere in sight only Michael and Luke surrounded me as the party goers raged on “where’s Calum?” I asked, head still spinning slightly “beating the living shit out of Josh with Ashton” Luke answered with a chuckle, a small smile grazed my lips, at least they care. “Can we go please, I don’t know what hurts more, my cheek or my head” I asked jumping off the counter top and walking back outside to where I assumed Calum and Ashton were, I was right, the crowd wasn’t as big as before and this time they parted as I came through, clearly not wanting to face the wrath of Calum and Ashton. “Guys!” I called, both stopped in there tracks, heads snapping to my direction “can we go please?” I asked as sweetly as I could ignoring the undying need to let them continue beating that guy to death. With one final threat they were both at my side helping me through the house even though it was unnecessary asking if I was okay and repeatedly apologizing “it’s okay, really, I’m fine and it wasn’t either of your guys fault. Honestly it was more my fault for getting so close” I tried to reassure them “we’re never leaving you alone at a party again” Luke declared behind us as we got to the car, I chuckled at how protective he was being, I can handle myself but it is nice to know I’m cared for.
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“Guys, can we get food?” Michael asked as he turned on the engine, him and food “yeah, I’m starving” I chuckled with the rest of the boys as we made out way to a small diner nearby. I always loved the idea of them, cute little retro diner that serves milkshakes and cheesy chips. Red booths with white stripes down the middle, I always thought they were just in things in the movies or stories but I guess not because that’s where we ended up. All the boys got cheese burgers the size of their heads and I got a milkshake with cheesy chips my drunk food

We spent a good three hours there, talking and laughing, Ashton suggested we take a road trip together one weekend, to go up to the Hollywood sign and see a city that never sleeps. All the boys cheered at this, even I was excited. One thing I could never do back home was take a road trip with friends, mostly because none of us had our licence also because there was nowhere we could really go. It was the perfect way to end the almost perfect night, that is until the boys mentioned going home and I remembered my parents, we’ve been fighting a lot recently. Mostly over school and my no good friends “can I stay with one of you guys tonight? I don’t really want to go home” I mumbled, suddenly finding my empty milkshake glass very interesting. “You can stay with me tonight, don’t worry” Luke answered, I looked up to see a sympathetic smile. I mumbled a thanks before playfully shoving his shoulder. “Next it’s Ashy boy’s turn, since he’s the only one you haven’t spent the night with” Michael joked as Ash’s cheeks tinted pink and I threw a left over chip at him, to which he caught in his mouth with a smug look on his face as he devoured it. “Come on then lads and ladess let’s go home” Calum declared getting out of the booth and making his way to the car, the rest of us following.
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“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Michael called as Luke and I made out way up to his front door, I was about to flip him off but Luke beat me too it, earning a chuckle and an engine rev before Michael shot down the street leaving us alone. All the lights were off so I assumed his family were asleep, considering it was almost four in the morning.Luke stomped through the house and to his room as I tried to stay as quiet as possible, the second we entered the room he threw off his shoes and discarded his clothes on the already covered floor before climbing into bed and beckoning me to join him. I slipped off my heels taking a look around the room. It was a small and a mess, the bed was pushed again a large window with the pillows piled against it, next to that was a bookshelf full of CD’s and DVD’s messily shoved next to each other with a guitar in front. An iPod docking station was sitting on top of the shelf, iPod included, with a lamp sitting next to it. I crawled into bed turning the lamp off as I did and snuggled up close to him, a yawn escaping my lips as I did. Friends snuggle up to each other right? I mean I did with Michael and Calum, this must be normal. “Night princess” was all I heard before I slipped into darkness.

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“Luke, are you awake?” I whispered, hoping he was. I needed to talk to someone, anyone about something that was eating me alive, he groaned in response “I need to talk to you about something” I added “what’s up, can’t it wait till morning?” his voice was deep and scratchy “how do you know if a guy likes you?” I asked as he buried his head further into my neck “erm, I don’t know, he’ll probably do anything to protect you, get jealous when other guys take interest in you or more likely tease you, why?” he asked still not fully awake. I sighed, this is so fucking confusing, “lets say, I like a guy but he kissed another girl right in front of me but got really angry when I was with another guy, not doing anything other than dancing, what does that mean?” I asked as if who I was talking about wasn’t obvious. “You mean Michael?” he asked, shit, “no! Of course not! It’s just theoretical” I denied hoping he was too sleepy to care “well, if he got jealous he probably likes you but is too much of a dumb ass to realize” he’s probably right.. “Yeah, you’re probably right, thanks. Sorry for waking you up” I nodded even though he couldn’t see it “okay, night” he mumbled before soft snores escaped his mouth “night” I mumbled back even though he couldn’t hear me.  

Happy New Year!

This is a little early, I know.

This is my first fic in a while and I didn’t realise how much I missed writing these characters until I sat down and started doing it.

Thank you for an amazing year. I’ve had this account since like, September? And I’ve met some amazing people and had some great times with all of you. I hope you’ve had a great year and if not, I hope next year is better in every way possible. I love you all so much. Hope you enjoy the fic.

Happy New Year everybody!<3


The stress was over. Beth and Hannah finally had everything in place. The snack table was full and there was plenty of booze for everybody to drink. Josh was in charge of the music and he had his iPod in the docking station in wait.

New Year was always a tense time. Josh and his sister always wanted to make sure everything was perfect for their friends. Something to remember. With their parents being away for the New Year they had gone even bigger with plans. There was more balloons, streamers, punch bowls. Josh had even cleaned the spare rooms incase people got lucky. Yeah, New Year had to be good.

As the guests started to arrive, the music had gotten louder and drinks started sloshing over the cups rather than being poured into the cups. No one seemed to mind, or even notice really. 

“Hey, pornstars!” Josh greeted his friends; Jess, Mike, Emily, Matt and Ashley had all arrived together having squeezed in Matt’s car who was this year’s designated driver. Not that anyone ever drove home after a Washington Party.

“Pornstars?” Jess asked, her eyebrow raised in amusement as she gave Josh a quick squeeze in greeting. 

Mike wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him, his other hand extending out to Josh in a fist bump for Josh. “Hey bro, watch it.” His tone was teasing, a smirk on his face. “That’s my girl.”

Emily scoffed and grabbed Matt by his letter jacket, not even acknowledging Josh. Matt waved awkwardly before following suit, an apologetic look on his face. “Catch you guys for beers soon?”

“Where’s Chris?” Ashley asked, almost a little too eagerly. She realised how she sounded and blushed a little, her eyes glancing around the room. “I mean, er…he said he was here…?”

Josh just chuckled and waved her in the direction of the kitchen. “Your prince awaits.” He bowed down low, his arm still extending towards the kitchen for Ashley to follow.

Ashley bit down on her lip and followed Josh’s extended arm, muttering a quick “shut up” as she shuffled away from the group.

There was no denying who everyone would be kissing for their midnight kiss. Chris and Ashley would be in a small corner, probably dancing around the subject before finally kissing at midnight. Then there was Emily and Matt. Mike and Jess were an item, much to Hannah’s dismay, so they would be kissing. Beth had her eyes on some girl in her English class. 

That left Josh.

Josh had a plan in his head to get Sam to be his midnight kiss this year. The past couple of years he had planned it to be Sam, but before he could get to her she was always with some guy, locking lips with him at midnight. Josh had ended up with whatever desperate girl that was following him that was left. Last year he had to kiss Chris. It was definitely an experience. 

This year it was going to happen. It had felt for a while that he and Sam had some connection. Even Hannah and Beth had said so, hinting at the possible romance and the notion that Sam might have feelings for him that she might soon be acting on. It had been months since they had told him this and he as sick of waiting around. Honestly, it was doing nothing for his anxiety. Instead of moping around, he wanted it to work. It had to work.

When Sam had arrived, Josh bounded towards her a grin on his face. “Hey there.” He held on tightly to his red cup, trying not to lose the grip from his already shaky hands from the alcohol; he didn’t want anything to ruin her dress which was such a nice shade of blue.

Sam laughed and took the cup from his hand, seeing the look of concentration on his face from trying to hold it steady. “Hey there yourself,” She took a sip from it, her eyes glancing at Josh innocently, hoping he didn’t mind her stealing some of his drink. “Good party so far?” She was always late.

Josh nodded his head, watching as Sam took the cup away from her face and noticed that her lips were painted a deep red which complimented her pale skin so nicely. Clearing his throat, he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, not too bad actually.” He nodded his head again and took the cup back from Sam. “Want me to get you your own drink?”

Sam just grinned at him and looped her arm through his, letting him lead her to the kitchen, her head resting on his shoulder just a little, but enough for Josh to notice how close they were and be able to smell her shampoo from all the way up there. 

inside the kitchen, Chris and Ashley were in a deep discussion about something. Josh could swear Ashley was flirting, giggling at almost everything Chris was saying which wasn’t something that normally occured.

“Think they’re actually trying to get somewhere tonight?” Sam whispered in his ear, making him jump a little and pulled him away from his train of thoughts. “They are very cute together.” 

Josh just shrugged and watched Sam pour her drink. “I dunno.” He glanced back at Chris and Ashley, who hadn’t even noticed that they had people in the same room as them. “I hope it’s soon though, I can’t deal with the constant pining anymore.” Josh shook his head as he poured Sam a mix of vodka and lemonade. “It’s getting out of hand.”

As Sam took the drink from Josh she nodded once, taking a long gulp of the drink, half of the contents already gone. “Woah there, Sammy,” Josh commented, laughing as he took a sip of his own drink. “You going hard tonight?”

Josh didn’t know that Sam had a similar plan to his. Except while he was feeling confident, she felt a little nervous. Beth and Hannah were in on the plan. She was going to kiss Josh at midnight. She had to. They had been dancing around each other for months on the subject and Sam was beginning to feel just as bad as Chris and Ashley. She was a confident person sure, but Josh had some kind of hold on her. If she didn’t do anything now, she would regret it.

As the pair left the kitchen, their drinks refilled, someone had shouted that the countdown for midnight was going to be starting soon. This sent Sam and Josh into a small state of panic. Their plans had worked with sticking together, but what now if the other didn’t want to be kissed? 

Josh looked down at Sam who was staring into her cup, not speaking a single word. “You, er…” Josh’s words trailed off as he realised he didn’t know what to say right now. 

From the corner of his eye Josh saw Mike and Jess, their arms wrapped around each other. Not far from them was Emily and Matt who actually looked happy and excited about the new year coming in.

“Josh?”

Sam brought Josh out of his trance, taking his hand in hers as she smiled up at him. “Five.”

He took a deep breath.

“Four.”

This was going to happen.

“Three. Two.”

No time like the present, right?

“One.”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

Josh pulled Sam to him, his lips connecting with hers, pressing against each other gently. It was everything they had expected it to be. They could taste the alcohol on each other’s breath and everyone kept jumping against them, getting excited about the new year. But they didn’t move.

Pulling apart, Josh smiled down at Sam and ran a hand up and down her arm affectionately. “Happy new year, Sammy.”

The Wedding Waltz

Yooo, fellow Shamy-shippers! S’up? I bring with me a new little one-shot of Shamy-ness. I’m not saying that Sheldon and Amy dance in this fic… But they are so dancing in this fic. 

I would like to dedicate this little tidbit to andithil - because of reasons. Also, she’s pretty awesome, so there’s that.

 ANYWHO! I hope you enjoy it! 

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Wrap Those Boys Around Your Finger (Rian Dawson/Jack Barakat imagine)

A/N: gonna be honest here, I’m not sure about this one but I hope it’s okay. Really great request but I just didn’t know how to end it cx Hope you like it!

Also when I was writing this I imagined everyone being teenagers, there’s a little bit of context I guess.

Title cred: Dear Maria, Count Me In // All Time Low

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A while back, I made my own comfort bag for conventions, since I loved Nepeta’s idea! Recently, though, I’ve been getting panicky even in the safety of my own bedroom…and so, while cleaning, I decided to make a comfort corner. Just a little “safe space” in my room for when I need to calm down!

Contents: A really fuzzy blanket (for petting), a stress ball (for squeezing), some nice scented sprays (for sniffing), some cards (for shuffling—it calms me down!), some video games (for playing and distracting myself), and a picture of me and my best friend (for reminding myself that I’m never alone).

Also, I’ll add my iPod docking station to this little spot once my room’s clean. Music’s really helpful for me.

I just thought this was kind of a neat idea, and I wanted to share it with you lovely people. :33

The Love We Deserve Part 4 - Luke

Requested ✨✨ thank you for reading and commenting and requesting more!! I love you all 💕💕

Part 1 - http://lose-yourself-in-a-story.tumblr.com/post/134617876680/the-love-we-deserve-luke

Part 2 - http://lose-yourself-in-a-story.tumblr.com/post/134682061070/the-love-we-deserve-part-2-luke

Part 3 - http://lose-yourself-in-a-story.tumblr.com/post/134779597935/the-love-we-deserve-part-3-luke

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“Where’s your friend?” Katy asks, smile on her face.

“She’s in work” Luke’s very aware of her nails grazing his forearm, “she’ll be here later on.” He knew that you’d prefer this type of party, as it was something relatively normal. No charity event, no chefs or jazz bands, just an iPod docking station and lots of drunk people throwing themselves around the dancefloor to Beyoncé.

“She doesn’t seem your type, Lukey” Katy frowns.

“Don’t do that, Kate” he shakes his head at her.

“I just don’t see the two of you lasting” she bites on her bottom lip, “does she make you as happy as I did?”

“You cheated on me” Luke’s response is blunt.

“I made a mistake and I’ve regretted it ever since” her eyes are wide, “Lukey, you know you still feel the same way about me.” Luke opens his mouth to respond, not sure what he’s about to say, luckily he’s saved by the sound of his phone.

“It’s Y/N” he mutters.

“Don’t answer” Katy murmurs in his ear.

“Hi, love” he ignores the now pouting girl next to him.

“Lu, I’m so, so sorry, but do you mind if I don’t come tonight? I feel so sick” you know he won’t mind you bailing on him, but you still feel bad for leaving him there alone.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” His voice is full of concern.

“I just feel really shaky and I’m all sniffly” you sniff loudly to emphasise your point.

“Baby, you don’t sound well” he chuckles at the whine in your voice.

“I’m really sorry,” you add.

“Don’t be sorry” he glances to where Katy is stood, her face full of annoyance at him ignoring her.

“Go and get drunk on my behalf” you smile.

“Y/N, I’ll come over” if you asked him to, he’d be there in a second.

“No, no! Just you know, talk about how great your girlfriend is, because obviously I’m not there to show them.” You can picture the grin on his face at your words.

“I’ll talk you up, love” he laughs, “ring me if you need me, okay?”

“I will do” you nod, “drink some tequila for me.”

“Will do, baby. Feel better”

“Everything okay?” There’s hope in Katy’s voice.

“Y/N’s feeling sick” he frowns at the smile on her face.

“Oh no, that’s a shame” she doesn’t sound as though it’s a shame in the slightest. It’s the look on her face that makes Luke realise that he doesn’t want to be here.

“I’m going to go” Luke nods towards the door.

“What? Why?!” Katy actually looks shocked.

“My girlfriend is ill, I want to be with her” he’d rather spend his night with you sneezing all over the place than with the people at this party, and that was something he wasn’t expecting.

“Luke! Are you fucking kidding?!” Katy exploded at not getting her own way.

“Have a nice time tonight, Kate” Luke finishes his drink and heads towards the door. He doesn’t know what made him leave, he doesn’t know what it’s going to mean wth Katy now, but he does know that he’d rather just be with you.

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“Wh-what are you doing here?” You open the door to Luke, your blanket around your shoulders.

“I could be a stranger and you’ve opened the door like some kind of blanket creature.” His eyebrow is raised as he takes in your appearance.

“I feel it gives strangers a glimpse into the type of person I am” you argue, moving to let him in.

“I brought you soup, but it’s probably cold now and I realised that you’ve probably eaten, so it’s a pointless gift.” He looks down at the bag in his hand.

“It’s the thought that counts” you settle back down on the couch, “you can make me a cup of tea though” you grin at him.

“Where are your mugs?” You can hear him banging around your tiny kitchen.

“Top cupboard on the left”

“Okay, where are your spoons?” He spins around.

“Lu, there’s one drawer”

“Oh yeah”

“Where are your tea…” He begins.

“Do you want me to make it?” You shout to him.

“No, I’m making you a cup of tea!” His insistence makes you laugh.

“Thank you” you take the too full mug he hands you. He plonks himself next to you, his body inches from yours.

“Your nose is all red” he scrunches his own up at you.

“Why did you leave the party?”

“I don’t know” he shrugs, “I felt bad you were ill.” He lies, badly. He felt more relaxed now he was here with you.

“I’m fine” you wave off any sickness you’re feeling.

“When you put a ’d’ at the end of fine, you’re not fine” Luke takes a sip of your tea.

“That’s my tea” you frown at him, “but I like people who can quote Chandler Bing in every day life.” He laughs, before taking another sip.

“I make a good cuppa” he praises himself.

“Luke! I’ve drank from that and I’m ill, I don’t want you to get sick too!” You chastise him.

“I’ll be fine, I’m a tough guy” you swear he flexes as he says those words.

“You’re an idiot” rolling your eyes, you take the drink off him. After a few seconds, you notice Luke’s eyes focused on you, but when you turn, he turns away.

“What do you want to watch?” He clears his throat.

“Friends” you reply instantly.

“Correct answer” he finds an episode and presses play.

“Stop saying the words” you try not to laugh as you can see his mouth moving.

“You’re such a spoilsport”

“I’m ill, you’re meant to be nice to me!”

“I made you a cup of tea, didn’t I?!” He argues, despite having drank half of it himself.

“I think I’d rather you were at the party” you shuffle down further into your blanket.

“It was boring without you or the guys there” he shrugs.

“Of course it was, we’re the life and soul of any party” you say out loud, but inside all you can think is how glad you are that he’s here.

“I’d rather spent the night with you” he mutters, before realising what he’d implied, “no, wait…I didn’t mean…that isn’t what I…”

“Luke, I know what you meant” you chuckle at the red creeping onto his cheeks, “you’d rather spend your time passing me tissues and making me hot drinks.”

“Not exactly what I meant either”

“Why did you leave the party?” You ask, wanting an actual answer.

“I told you, it was boring”

“Luke, you could be there now talking to Katy. I thought you wanted her back.” You didn’t want to mention her, but someone had to.

“I don’t know” he swallows, “I don’t know why I’m not there, I don’t know why I wanted to be here instead, I just…don’t know.”

“Okay” you nod, slowly.

“I can just be Luke around you” he whispers after a few minutes of silence. You’re not sure what he wants you to say, you’re not sure what you want to say, so you just let the voices of Friends characters fill the air until you find the courage to speak your mind.

“I like just Luke” your voice is as quiet as his was. His eyes shoot to your face, you can feel his gaze burning into your skin, but you can’t bring yourself to meet it.

“Y/N…” He begins, “you’re cold.” He ignores whatever he was going to say when he sees you shivering.

“I’m fine, I told you I was shivery” you wish he’d say whatever it is he’d been going to.

“Do you want another blanket? I’ll make you another cup of tea” his concern for your welfare isn’t making the way you feel about him any better.

“Luke, I’m okay” you tell him, but he ignores you and makes you a hot drink anyway, “thank you.”

“I won’t drink most of this one” he smiles, pulling your blanket around your shoulders so you’re cocooned in it. He sits closer to you this time, his leg against yours, you can feel his body heat radiating off him.

“I don’t want you to get sick too” you attempt to shuffle away, but you don’t get far.

“Y/N, I’ll be fine, you need to stay warm” he wraps you back up, pulling you into his side so you can feel the warmth from his body, “and if I am ill, then I know you’ll take good care of me.”

“We’ll see about that, Hemmings” you furrow your brow at him, but the smile on his face makes you smile back at him. His eyes don’t leave yours and you don’t want to be the first one to break the contact. It isn’t until his phone rings that you look away.

“It’s Katy” he looks puzzled, “why would she be ringing me?”

“Answering the phone would probably help you find out” you try to laugh.

“Katy?” He answers, there’s a worried look in his eyes that you don’t understand, “okay, calm down. What? I can’t…I’m…but…okay, okay. Stay there. Give me ten minutes.”

“What’s wrong?” You ask, knowing he’s about to leave.

“She has no ride home and her bag has been stolen” he stands up and you can feel the cold air hit you.

“What?! Oh my god, is she okay?”

“She’s freaking out, she just wants to go home” he runs a hand through his hair, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Luke, don’t be stupid,” you shake your head, “go and help her, she needs you right now.”

“Are you…”

“I’m fine, now go and help her!” You nod towards the door.

“Okay, thank you” he leans to briefly kiss your forehead, “stay warm and feel better, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He shouts before walking out of the door.

“Okay” you mutter to yourself, a part of you, bigger than you wanted to admit, wishing he hadn’t left you for her.

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I have a Part 5 idea if you want it 😁😁

"Dancing into Love" One Shot

Author: thethingaboutmusicis

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1053

Summary: Imagine Sam finding you reading in the bunker and asking you to slow dance.

A/N: Song referenced is “Magic” by Coldplay

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I sat sideways in one of the oversized leather chairs, my legs hung over one of the arms, a book open in my lap. I was in one of the study rooms in the bunker, a smaller one with a fireplace. Sam and Dean had touched so little in the bunker since being here. It was a cold, metallic place, all hard lines and earth tones. I loved it, I really did; it had finally begun to feel like home. But I told them I needed one room that was warm and cozy, one room for myself. Walking into it, it didn’t look like much; a small fireplace took up the corner opposite the door, heat from the fire pouring into the room. Two large floor-to-ceiling bookshelves held all of my favorite titles, one to the right of fireplace and one to the far left. A large area rug took up most of the floor, and on it sat my worn leather chairs. In between the fireplace and the left bookshelf sat a small stained glass window that cast prisms across the floor on a sunny today.

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