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Caught Up | Yoongi

Prompt: There’s a storm and omg I’m losing signal are you okay?? Hold on let me drive 489432 miles to get you the night before Christmas
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2,966
Author’s Note: Is it too early to start with the Christmas stories because I don’t care, it’s December so that’s good enough for me. 

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You can’t help the yelp that sounds from the back of your throat as the howling against your window grows stronger for just a moment, the shaking of your window echoing through the rest of your apartment and making you feel very small and very alone in just a sliver of a second.

“You okay?”

Inhaling sharpy through your nose, you resume your attention back to the voice on the other side of the line, slightly muffled and hazy with the swirling of storm clouds and snow outside, but clear enough for you to smile just a little. He gives you enough, even through a cell phone, to not feel alone. “Y-Yeah, Yoongi-ah. I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine,” Yoongi retorts, and you can practically hear the frown in his voice softening into concern. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come over?”

You look out the window at the snow swimming around, darkness etched far beyond what your eyes can see, even with the lights of your living room on. On the coffee table is your homework laid out, your feeble attempt to try and get something done in spite of the loud distraction and the fear in your chest that makes you want to bury yourself under 5 feet of blankets and never get out. No, even if you wanted Yoongi, needed him desperately to keep you company to stop the anxiety, nothing about you was worth trekking through miles of snow for. Frost bite and sickness would surely be inevitable if Yoongi tried to step outside tonight.

“Yes,” You manage, glad that you can at least make your voice sound confident enough to stop Yoongi from worrying. You can even picture his face right now, probably back in the dorms with the other boys as they watch TV or hoard themselves with junk food as Seokjin-oppa shakes his head at the unhealthiness of the whole thing. At least Yoongi has the boys to keep him company. “You really don’t have to come over. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

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Though She Be But Little (7/?)

Summary: A Modern AU Bucky x Reader fic where Bucky is the top employee at a private elite security firm called ‘The Asset’. He is recently hired to be the personal bodyguard to you, the reader. Or also known as Brock Rumlow’s wife.

Warnings: Will this chapter be smut? Hmm.. guess you’ll have to read and find out. Just kidding. Smutty smut smut! There might even be a little plot, but either you have to squint to find it, or it won’t be till the end. Also, there is mention of domestic violence. 

A/N: I needed a break from the angst and decided, fuck it. Literally, if you know what I mean. Lol ok, I’ll stop. Enjoy. 

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Maya needed a place to hideout, they were getting closer and she had to kill two the week before, something Z was rather happy and proud about. But she was glad when someone responded on Craigslist for a place to crash for cash. A small bar down the street needed the help and she needed no trails left.

She got used to Gwen being later than her the nights she was staying, so she figured a quick rest in her bed wouldn’t be bad if she moved to the couch by the time the other girl got home. What she didn’t expect was for her to just crawl into bed with Maya. When she felt the change in bed, she quickly jumped out dressed in a tank and boyshorts with a embarrassed look on her face. “I didn’t hear you come in. I’ll move back to the couch.”

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.