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“Weak”
Tig Trager x Reader
(GIF isn’t mine)
SMUT / Violence
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You could see it in his eyes, it had been a tough day. The tension in his shoulders was visible from the kitchen as you watched him hang his kutte on his coat rack and lean down to untie his boots.

“You okay?” you asked, stepping around the kitchen island and closing the distance between you as he stood from kicking his boots off. You reached out to touch his arm, but he shrugged you off, “M’fine,” he grumbled, moving past you and into the kitchen, “Dinner done?” he asked, gesturing to the lasagna that was sitting on the stove, cooling. You took a deep breath, it wasn’t your fault he was being short, he was just stressed.
“Its cooling, but its finished. Sit down, I’ll fix your plate,” you forced a smile, gesturing to his kitchen table.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, “Alright,” he sighed, plopping down at the table as you approached the stove to dish out his meal.
You sat his plate down in front of him along with a freshly opened beer and squeezed his shoulder before you returned to plate your own food.

On days like this, being with Alexander Trager was a tough job. It became even tougher when taking into account the fact that you weren’t his wife, old lady, or even his girlfriend. You were just his favorite croweater, the one he allowed to spend the night and didn’t kick out in the mornings. You had made it clear recently that you wanted more, and he had seemed open to it, you just had to keep your cool and take his bad moods in stride. You needed to prove your worth to him.

You sat down with your plate and a glass of water; across the table Tig had his head down, shoveling the food you prepared in his mouth. You chuckled, causing him to look up, “I guess it’s good then?” you smiled.
“Too much sauce.” He shook his head, looking back down and continuing to eat.
“I made it just like I usually do,” you spoke softly, looking down at your own plate which tasted fine.

“Obviously not.” Tig grunted, tossing back his beer and letting out a belch. He stood from his seat and pushed his plate away from him as if he was disgusted. You watched, trying to keep your cool, as he pulled another beer from the fridge and walked into the den to plop down on the sofa.

Just like that your appetite was gone. You pushed your plate away and stood up, taking a deep breath and walking lightly over to him. You sat down on the coffee table in front of him, placing your hands on his knees and while his head that was once leaned back against the seatback tilted down to look at you, you whispered to him.
“Talk to me?” you pleaded, meeting his eyes.

“Nah…” he sighed, looking away and taking a swig of his beer.

“Tig I just–”

“–You just what? You’re not my old lady. I don’t owe you anything.” His words stung like the tears that you were trying to hold back as they welled up in your eyes.
“K….” you huffed sadly, standing up and walking back to the dining room to gather the plates none-too-quietly to put them in the sink.

“Right. That’s how you get to be an Old Lady by throwing a fit like a fuckin’ baby when your feelings get hurt.” Tig bit out over his shoulder in your direction.

You threw your water glass in the sink, causing it to shatter as your top finally blew. You were livid. “I don’t deserve this Tig!” you cried out, breathing heavily, your anger bubbling over at how easily he insulted you over and over again.

“You’re right,” he said, standing up from the couch and turning around to face you, “So why are you here?” he asked.

You let out a humorless laugh, “You’ve got to be kidding me. You know what? I’m done with your abuse.”
You stomped towards the door, struggling through your anger to put your own boots on as Tig continued to make things worse.

“I hope you’re not bluffing, thinking I’m gonna beg you not to go.”

“No. Tig. I wasn’t expecting that from an asshole like you!” You didn’t care about pissing him off anymore, in fact, you wanted to piss him off like he pissed you off.

“I’d rather be alone anyway!” his voice was getting louder.

“Well you’re getting your wish,” you answered matching his volume, “I’m gone.”

“Am I supposed to be sad?” he was bitterly mocking you now, getting louder.

“No,” you spat, “And neither am I because unlike YOU, I won’t be alone tonight.”

“So?!” Tig growled.

“So! Your. Dick. Ain’t. Shit!!!” You yelled finally before turning and fumbling for your keys in your purse, your anger boiling over making your hands tremble and your breathing unsteady.

You could feel the uneasiness in the air as Tig processed the last words you spoke.

“…… What did you say?” His voice was shaking lividly as he questioned you through gritted teeth. He was still standing at the sofa, his fists were clenched, and his jaw was set.

“You heard me,” you growled as you continued to look for your keys.

With that, Tig was striding over to you, his eyes were intense and furious. You were actually afraid for your safety but you held your ground, swallowing your fear and looking him in the eye as he stepped toe-to-toe with you.

“You wanna say it again,” he was daring you.

“Your dick,” you paused, studying his face, “is weak.” Your top lip curled into a scowl before turning into a menacing smile. Of course you were lying, but insulting Tig’s manhood was the only card you had to play, so play it you did.

Tig looked down, tilting his head to the side and cracking his neck. His mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out as he shook his head and flexed his hands, talking to himself.

You had just begun to turn around to leave Tig standing there in his own company when he grabbed your arm, spinning you back around to face him, and pushed you backwards. You couldn’t help the squeak that left your throat as your back hit the door and you threw your free hand up in front of you defensively.

It was Tig’s turn to laugh humorlessly, “It’s not smart to piss someone off who can beat your ass.”
You squirmed against his grip, “Tig, let me go.”  His grip was bruising your arm as you tried to pull away.

“Unh Uhh,” he growled, pushing you with even more force against the heavy wooden front door, securing one hand around your throat as he did, and leaning into you, “Remember who you’re talking to, who I am. And next time you decide to get your feelings hurt, remember who you are,” he whispered aggressively in your ear as your chest heaved, both with residual anger from your altercation only moments ago, and now in fear of what Tig was capable of when he was truly angry.

He let go of his grip on your arm, but his other hand remained clasped around your throat as he pulled his face away from your ear to stare into your eyes with his piercing blue ones, his alcohol-ridden breath ghosting across your face while he watched you.

There was a beat of silence where you thought he might let you go and tell you to get out, but then out of nowhere he pressed his lips against yours. Shocked, you tried to pull back but his grip around your neck tightened as he held you in place and stepped in closer, pressing his body against you. He reached up with his free hand, roughly grasping your breast and squeezing it through your shirt as he ground his hips into you. You could feel him becoming hard through his jeans as he rubbed against you. Soon your fear gave way to excitement, his touch eliciting an involuntary moan to escape your mouth.
“You like that? Huh?” he whispered against your lips, and you nodded while his fingers uncurled from around your neck and shot down to your jeans to unbutton them.

“You dirty little girl….” he growled, kissing you again but harder this time, biting your bottom lip as he did.

He shoved his hand inside your panties, moving his lips from your mouth down to your neck and biting down on your pulse.

“God, Tig…” you panted, looking up at the ceiling as his assault on your neck continued and he circled your clit with his middle finger. As quickly as he began, he removed his hand from between your legs, tangling his fingers in your hair and pulling your head back to look into his eyes. He kissed you one more time.

“On your knees.” he scowled.

“Fuck you,” you spat, scowling back at him.

He grinned menacingly in response, licking his lips before forcing you down by your hair and unbuckling his own belt to pull his dick out.

“Come on,” he ordered. You just stared at him.

Tig let out an exasperated growl, “You’re just making it worse for yourself.” He warned, yanking you back up to your feet and dragging you into the kitchen.

He stopped when he got to the dining room table, stepping aside and pushing down on your back to bend you over.

“Don’t move,” he warned, moving behind you and jerking your jeans and panties down. You had to stifle a giggle as he delivered a smack to your ass cheek, soothing the sting with a sloppy open mouthed kiss. Just as the sting began to subside, he bit down harshly, causing you to moan loudly.

“You like that?” he mumbled against your skin, “But I’m weak, remember?” he taunted you before pressing his mouth against your exposed core.

“Ohh fuck Tig,” you moaned aloud, your nails scratching at the tabletop you were pressed against as he worked his tongue against your center.

“God… Don’t stop.” You breathed, pressing your ass back against his tongue.

Tig pulled away from you, a low chuckle coming from his throat as he did. He knew how much you hated being teased and he was punishing you for insulting him. He stood up behind you, kicking his own jeans off and stroking himself as he traced the bruise forming on your cheek from his bite.

You began to stand up from your doubled-over position but Tig had other plans for you, placing his palm between your shoulder blades and pushing you back down, “I said…. Don’t move.” he warned as he ran the tip of his length across your entrance.

“Dick ain’t shit, huh?” he asked, as he pushed inside of you and you gasped at the intrusion.

Tig chuckled at your reaction, “What was that baby?” he taunted as he thrusted inside you, making you yell out.

“Shh….” Tig cooed as he stilled himself inside you, “Be quiet, doll. This weak dick shouldn’t be making you scream…” you could hear his smile in his voice as he began to move again. In an attempt to keep quiet, you covered your moans with your hand as he set a fast and violent pace, pounding into you. You knew he was trying to make you moan, scream, yell, and you knew you really wanted to, but you didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. Your body betrayed you though, as your orgasm approached quickly, rippling through your body as your inner muscles spasmed around his dick. You turned your head to the side, a silent ‘Oh’ etched across your face as your knuckles turned white from the grip you had on the table.

Tig bared down on you, reaching forward and tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back so he could press his lips to your ear.

“Tell me the truth, doll,” he teased, “you love this dick.”

You couldn’t keep it in anymore, you let out a moan as he bit down on the shell of your ear, “I love it, Tiggy.”
“You fucking love it?”
“Yes baby I love it!” You answered just as he shoved his dick in you one last time before pulling out and spilling himself all over your ass. His free hand squeezing tightly on your left cheek while he stroked himself. The two of you let out a sigh at the same time, finishing in a snicker.

Tig slapped your ass, “Get off my table, girl,” he joked, beaming at his job well done.

You turned to him as you stood from the table, kissing him briefly on the lips before walking down the hall to his restroom.

“Hey, start my bath water while you’re in there!” he yelled to you as you reached the bathroom door.

“Watch who you’re ordering around, weak dick,” you winked at him from the doorway as his expression fell into a scowl again and he started down the hall after you.

“You are one hard-headed bitch,” he growled, a smirk beginning to pull at the sides of his mouth as he reached the doorway and pushed you inside the bathroom.

True Love

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Title: True Love

Pairing: Castiel x Reader (also Gabriel starring as Castiel)

Word Count: 1,101

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was requested by @hunterpuff! I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

Castiel was sitting on a bench in a park.  He tried to stay close to the bunker, just in case you needed him.  He never strayed too far these days.  Lately something had been bothering the angel.  Ever since the two of you had started dating, he kept worrying about who you were really in love with.  Did you love him, or his vessel?

“Hey Castiel,” Gabriel greeted as he sat down next to his brother.  “I’m surprised you’re not with [Y/N].  I usually catch you attached to her hip.”  Gabriel glimpsed over at Castiel who remained silent.  “Everything okay in lover’s paradise?”

“Not exactly,” Castiel mumbled, letting out a small sigh.  The angel met his brother’s curious gaze.  “Do you ever get the feeling that [Y/N] likes me for my vessel and not who I am?”

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BACK TOGETHER


(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader 
word count
: 4 366
summary : Reader and Kai have loved each other before he got sent to Hell and when he comes back they meet again. 
 *gif by jake-riley
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A sigh came from behind her just as she was putting on her shirt but before she had had time to turn around, Kai placed his hands over her eyes.
“Kai what are y-”
“Shhh…” he shushed her. “Come with me.”
Kai led her down the hallway , as she stumbled every few steps. It had been the 7 month anniversary since the day they had met and Kai wanted to make something special to surprise her. He wanted to celebrate every moment they shared together. Preparing the surprise however had been a little trickier with her in the apartment. He had been trying very very hard not to let her see any of it before things are ready.
“You are the most special person I’ve ever had in my life.” he said as they walked to the balcony right outside his apartments living room. “And I know you said you didn’t want me to do anything special for today but I feel like we should celebrate the little moments , you know. Though meeting you was quite possibly the biggest moment in my life and without you I just – I don’t know who I would be anymore.”
“You will never be without me , Kai.” she said smiling. “I will always be by your side. Always and forever , remember ?”
 Kai removed his palms from her eyes and Y/N opened them , finding the balcony arranged so beautifully  her breath got caught in her throat. There were flower petals on the ground and a couple of flower pots here and there. On the small table there was breakfast for the both of them and a small vase with her favourite flowers along with her favourite pancakes with coconut whipped cream , coffee and fresh berries enough for the both of them. Y/N turned towards him with a wide smile on her face , finding him smiling back at her.
“D-do you like it?” asked Kai smiling nervously. “I didn’t have much time this morning. You wouldn’t let me leave the bed and I ju-”
Y/N pressed her lips against his not letting him finish. He was always so nervous when doing things like that , afraid he’s going to mess it up somehow.
“I don’t like it.” she said with a serious tone , gazing into his eyes. “I love it!”
  Kai laughed pulling her into his arms. Y/N was the best thing that has happened to him in his life. There were days where he’d just sit and look at her , not saying a word just thinking how lucky he was that they had found each other. After all the bad things he had done , somehow the universe had decided to reward him with her and he wanted to be better because of her.
“Happy 7 month anniversary since the day we met.” he said pressing his lips on hers. “Remember ? You were at Skull bar studying or pretending to study while drinking beer on the bar when I sat there and in your rush to get back to classes , you somehow spilled all of it on your clothes and you had to borrow my jacket.”
“OH I remember.” she smiled at the memory. Y/N hadn’t had a clue who he was at the time but the moment their eyes met it was already clear he is
the one. Though she still wondered how she had spilled the drink on herself … “I also remember how you couldn’t stop starring at my chest through wet shirt -”
“HEY it had been a while since I had seen anything like it.” he raised his hands in defence. “I’m quite happy you spilled that drink on yourself though. Other ways we might’ve missed each other.”
“Not possible. We would’ve found each other some other way. I’m sure of it.” she smiled at him as Kai sat on one of the chairs and pulled her down on his lap , wrapping his arms around her tightly.
“I hope so. OH and I have a surprise for you. Well , another one.” he said , taking a small box she hadn’t noticed hidden behind the flowers. “This is for you.”
Y/N took the box and opened it finding a key inside. She looked up at him with curious look in her eyes. There had been a lot of things she had expected to find in there but a key was not one of them.
“A key? What does it open ?” she wondered , holding it with her fingers.
“Y/N , we’ve – we’ve been together for more than 5 months now. I don’t even know how I got that lucky to have met you in the first place , let alone to have fallen in love with you and have you loving me back.” he started , not taking his eyes away from her. “You are staying over most nights anyways. I just thought that – maybe you’d like to move in with me ? Officially ?”
“I would love to.” said Y/N smiling. “But are you sure ? You know how annoying I can be. I’ll eat your pork rinds and sing at the top of my lungs when my favourite song plays on the radio , distract you all the time - ”
Kai laughed under his breath , gazing into her eyes. Nothing Y/N did could ever annoy him. What they had was special. It had been this instant connection you see in movies. From the moment he had first seen her , he had felt something towards her - even before the merge. There was just something about her that drew him in like a magnet.  After the merge it had slowly started becoming clear to him what those emotions meant and eventually they found their way to each other. Y/N had changed his life and he had changed hers.  They loved each other more than any of them could put into words. Y/N would do anything for him and Kai was the same when it came to her.
“I love you more than anything Y/N… and I don’t ever ever want to know what its like to live without you.” said Kai , his eyes sparkling like never before. “And I want to wake up next to you every morning. Forever.”
“I don’t want to what life without you is like either. ” she said smiling. “Losing you would mean losing a part of me and I know I wont recover. I love you.” she said softly. “More than words.”


Y/N opened her eyes , feeling a tear roll down her cheek. Every time a moment she and Kai had shared returned as a dream to her , it was always like this. It wasn’t like the memories were sad , no - the memories were happy , but the hole in her heart had never healed. It had been four years since Kai had died and Y/N would still stop by his grave at least once a day or more. Some days her ‘stopping by’ meant spending hours sitting on the ground next to his headstone , talking to him. At least Stefan had been sensitive enough towards her feelings , understanding that they loved each other and had helped her bury him. Damon had had other intentions.
Damon.
The past few years Y/N had spent hating him and that had drawn a rift between her and her friends. Every time the subject was brought up they’d just start arguing with her how Kai had never changed and had fooled her into believing that he had. Not that it mattered to Y/N. The heart wants what the heart wants and she would’ve loved him either way. None of the people she grew up with was willing to admit that Bonnie stabbing Kai in the back , literally , and ditching him in 1903 had caused the chaos at the wedding. Kai had even said it himself. Damon and Bonnie had had tricked him and Kai had believed them because he had wanted to , not realising what a huge mistake that was. How was he not to snap again ? He spent weeks in 1903 used as a human blood bag to Lilly’s heretics. Being left alone again in another Prison World was going to have it’s consequences. Yet Kai hadn’t been completely gone even then , he never had been. Why else would he stab Jo first , making sure she is dead before killing himself and taking his entire coven with him ? No , Kai cared about his sister enough to spare her the slow painful death the rest of the coven would have to endure after he jammed that piece of glass in his neck. Everyone always expected the worst from him and in the end he had given in , living up to their worse expectations. Nothing Y/N said to her friends mattered though…

A sigh left her lips and she placed her hand on her forehead , trying to blink back the tears. Four years and it was still him. It had always been only him and it would always be him. Losing him didn’t hurt any less with time as people always said. Stefan had offered to take away her suffering , make her forget and help her move on but Y/N had refused. There was no way she’d ever let someone mess with her memories of Kai and – moving on ? How does someone move on after losing their other half ? No. It wasn’t possible.
Y/N’s phone rang interrupting her thoughts. DAMON said the caller ID. A groan left her lips and she clicked ignore. Last thing she wanted was to talk to her least favourite person on this planet. Her phone rang again , and again. Finally she picked up realising there was no other way to get rid of him.
“What is it Damon?” she said sounding more annoyed than ever. “If you have called to gloat again I swear -”
“Don’t hang up , just listen.” he said starting to talk really fast. “I know you hate my guts and you don’t ever want to see my face or hear my voice ever again. You made that very clear but … I think I can make it up to you.”
“What ? Did you invent a time machine that would take me back to the time I tried to stake you so I can finally get some peace of mind?” she rolled her eyes. There was no way for Damon to make it up to her. Not now , not ever. He had tried apologising and she had told him multiple times that  ‘Sometimes I do things I don’t have to do.’  does not count as an apology. One of the few times he had tried that half-ass apology , she had tried to stake him and almost had succeeded if it hadn’t been for Stefan intervening.
 “Let me say HI. Let me say HI.” said a very familiar voice from the other end of the line. Y/N blinked fast a couple of times sure that her dreams were now turning into full blown hallucinations. And even if that was true , all of the sudden Damon had he complete attention.
“No. Not a time machine but something happened.” said the vampire. “Meet me downtown in 30 minutes near the diner ? You know , the one you tried to stake me in after I tried to apologise?”
“Wait , who’s in the car with you?”
“Just come meet me. ”
“Wait , Damon if you don’t tell me who - ”
“And wear something nice. BYE.” said Damon , hanging up a second later.
Y/N stared at her phone screen shaking her head. It wasn’t possible was it ? No. Her mind was playing tricks on her … or Damon was playing another twisted game but either way she had to know. She opened the nightstand’s drawer pulling out the same wooden stake she had tried to use to kill him the first time. If he was messing with her , things would get ugly and this time he was going to get it.
Quickly she got up and put on her favourite jeans and one of Kai’s tshirts. Y/N could never bring herself to give them away or any of his things. Why would she? After he had asked her to move in with him officially , he had practically packed her things for her with magic and they moved in the same day , a few hours after he asked actually. Living in his apartment had been the only thing to keep her from falling apart 100% after his death. Y/N could feel him everywhere around her - sometimes she could literally see him smile at her from across the room or motioning for her to come sit on his lap while watching TV. Everywhere she looked , he was there … only it wasn’t really real. It was all her imagination. Y/N brushed her hair , pulling it in a loose ponytail , grabbed her phone and put the wooden stake in her backpack before running outside.

Y/N walked down the street taking a turn just to where the diner was with her phone in her hands just about to dial Damon’s number when she spotted him in standing at the beginning of one of the alleys talking on his phone and there was someone incredibly familiar with him.
  “Come on Damon. Next victim won’t find itself.”

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Coincidence: Chapter 4

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3

Pairings: V (Taehyung) x reader

Gender: Female

Synopsis: Life for (Y/N) had been, for the most part, normal. She worked, went to college, went to parties, had friends, you know, the basics. However, all of this changed when she started seeing a mysterious, attractive, and most of all dangerous man everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.

Genre: Mafia AU

Warnings: Cursing/Swearing

Word Count: 1,177


“Come on, (Y/N), that wasn’t fair!”

“It totally was, Jungkook, so stop having a bitch fit because of it!” You yelled as you viciously murdered Jungkook’s character for what seemed like the millionth time since you started playing.

It has been a couple of weeks since your very eventful date with Jackson and life had pretty much gone back to normal. You still texted Jackson often, but, due to his busy schedule, you two haven’t been able to plan another date. And now, unfortunately, you were left to spend your free time with the bunny looking piece of shit, also known as Jeon Jungkook.

“I’m bored, Kookie, let’s go do something else,” You whined throwing yourself on the floor beside Jungkook.

“Like what?” He replied, still staring at the television screen.

“I don’t know, let’s just go outside and walk around. You know, like normal human beings.”

“Sounds like a load of bullshit.”

“Come on, Jungkook, I always beat your bitch ass at this game anyways! Let’s go do something else,” you said as you practically threw yourself on Jungkook.

“Oh. My. God. Fine, let’s go outside and eat,” Jungkook said in an annoyed tone.

You smiled victoriously as he stood up to put on his shoes. You walked over to his front door and waited patiently.

“Where do you want to go, loser?” Jungkook asked as he came back from his room.

“Let’s go eat, man, I’m hungry,” you said, rubbing your stomach as you followed him out the door.

“When are you not hungry?” He said, giggling.

“Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook.”


You two ended up at a small cafe near Jungkook’s apartment. Overall, the cafe had a nice atmosphere; it made you feel at home. It was a small building with you and Jungkook being one of the few customers. You walked over to one of the empty tables and sat down, motioning for Jungkook to follow.

“So, (Y/N), how are things going with Jackson?” Jungkook looked at you teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Not so loud, Jungkook!” you said leaning over and slapping your hand over Jungkook’s mouth.

“What do you mean ‘not so loud’, (Y/N)? We’re legit surrounded by a bunch of strangers, what are the chances of someone actually knowing who he is?” Jungkook said pushing your hands away from him.

He was right. You had been paranoid ever since your date with Jackson. Especially after he said that you were forever involved with the mafia. Even though you knew perfectly that you shouldn’t let what Jackson said to you control your life (let’s be honest, it’s been weeks since you’ve last seen the guy!), but you still managed to think about that night whenever your mind wanders. At times you stay up late, thinking about your determination to get answers from Jackson, would you have been better off being oblivious to Jackson’s occupations and the troubles that await you?

“Uh… well, you never know, Jungkook! Jackson is a very popular man, he probably knows at least one of these hoes!” You exclaim, your face reddening.

“Hoes? What the hell (Y/N)!” Jungkook bursts out laughing.

You hide your face in your hands, completely embarrassed. At least you turned the conversation around, who knows what might’ve happened if Jungkook had started trying to get you to tell him about your date with Jackson. He had been trying to get all the details from you for weeks, but you had stayed strong and refused to tell him any details.

“Come on, loser, stop being such a baby and talk to meeeeee.”

“Wow, what a surprise, Jeon Jungkook wants attention,” You say, the sarcasm evident in your voice.

“Fight me, you conceited lit-” Jungkook’s insult was interrupted by his ringtone.

“We will continue this conversation in a bit,” He gave you a smirk before scurrying outside to pick up the phone.


“Hey, man, what’s up?” Jungkook answered the phone quietly.

His personality completely flipped the second he stepped outside. This had to be an important call, right? He needed to make himself seem serious if he wanted to keep his job. After all, it paid well and he actually enjoyed it, unlike all of his other jobs.

“Hey, Kook, let’s hang out today,” This threw Jungkook off guard, making him choke on air while the deep voice on the other end chuckled.

“Um… today?”

“Yeah, why, Kook? Got other plans?”

“Well, kind of, I’m with a friend right now, so it would be really suspicious if I suddenly left them by themselves, wouldn’t it?”

“Then why don’t I join you two? I need to spend some time with you, Kook, it’s been a while.”

“Really that’s it? Wow, you almost made me piss my pants, man,” Jungkook giggled.

“I’ll be at your place in an hour, be ready,” the voice chuckled, ending the call.


You looked up from your phone to see Jungkook sitting down.

“Who was that?” You smirked, thinking it was a new girlfriend.

“A friend from work, (Y/N), calm down.”

“Wow, feisty today, aren’t we? What did they want?”

“Speaking of what he wanted, is it cool if he joins us once we get back to my apartment?” He looked up at you, begging with his bunny-like eyes.

“Of course, I was getting bored of you anyways.”

“FIGHT ME, (Y/N)!” He yelled standing up on his chair.

“Shit, Jungkook, calm down!” You exclaimed tugging on his ridiculously strong arm.

Other than that moment, your lunch went pretty well, maybe because you were excited to finally meet some of Jungkook’s work friends. He always seemed hesitant to tell you about them, let alone meet them. Because of this, your theory about Jungkook being a male stripper stayed strong since his work friends could possibly be very… kinky.

You and Jungkook walked back to his place, insulting each other every other minute, making you burst into a fit of giggles.

“Wow, didn’t know you were such an asshole, Jungkook,” You giggled, playfully hitting him.

“Guess you’re rubbing off on me,” Jungkook smirked as you pushed him.

As you two got to Jungkook’s door you could hear music coming from inside. You looked at Jungkook with confusion, was that the friend he had talked about? How did he get into his house?

“I gave him an extra key,” Jungkook said as if he could read your mind.

Jungkook knocked on the door loudly so it could be heard over the music. The music was shut off and all you could hear were big, heavy footsteps coming towards the door.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), he’s really chill. You’ll love him, possibly more than Jackson.”

You rolled your eyes at the last part and decided to ignore it. You opened your mouth to answer him when the door flew open, and you literally choked. No joke, you almost died once you saw who was at the door in skinny jeans and a t-shirt.

It was V.


A/N: GUESS WHO’S BACKKCKCKCKCWJICNDONFRF *dies* sry for the long wait I’ve been working on like a million projects, but I’ve decided to finally just procrastinate and pay attention to you children ::::)

Nothing Lasts Forever

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Title: Nothing Lasts Forever

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 941

Warnings: angst/fluff

A/N: This was requested by @theweirdestravenclaw: I kinda think that someone should write about the problem that Lucifer’s human girlfriend ages… I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!

For any angel, meeting their soulmate was both a blessing, and a curse.  A human’s lifespan was incredibly short compared to the immortality of all angels.  The bond between an angel and their soulmate was the strongest bond known to angel kind.  The only thing no one ever seemed to talk about was the years leading up to a soulmate’s passing.

Lucifer walked up to the door of your home, pausing as his hand reached the door knob.  Would this be the day you forgot him?  Would you smile when you saw him?  He would remember you for eternity.  He never realized how hard it would be for him to lose you.

When he came into your home, he could smell the scent of muffins.  Even in your old age you seemed to have the energy to make muffins every morning.  The fallen archangel closed the door behind him and headed towards the kitchen.  You were wearing the same apron you always wore when baking or cooking.

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we started this blog on july 17th, 2016 and today marks nakamotens’ one year anniversary!! time flies and we feel like we’ve both come so far ;; honestly, when we both started this blog we didn’t think we’d stan nct this much!! the only reason we made a blog together was because we didn’t think we’d be able to commit to running a blog on our own… and look where we are one year later :^)

so we just wanted to thank you guys!! to our mutuals, our followers and people who reblog our stuff, we’re just really grateful for everything ;; within just one year we’ve gained 16.7k and while we don’t want to focus on numbers too much, we want to thank each and every one of you for welcoming us into the fandom and for making our experience a fun and memorable one!

we did want to do something special for you guys but couldn’t really think of anything rip… but our requests are always open!! and under the cut we’ve included messages to some of our friends + blogs that we really admire ; _ ;

again, thank you guys so much!! we’ve had an incredible year and maybe we’ll even last for another one~ we hope you’re all doing well too, remember to drink lots of water and get lots of rest!!! we love you guys ♡

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BODY ELECTRIC V // masterlist


A/N: This was pretty sudden, I actually wrote this during a break and was able to finish it in time. Originally, I was going to update Synergy but got carried away and the ideas weren’t coming out so I did BE instead. Thanks to those who read it, like I said, I’m thinking this may have about 8-10 parts (most likely 10) so let’s see how that goes! Anyways, enjoy! Pls let me know your feedback/if i should write more and thank you for reading :) [previous parts]

Warning: None

Word Count: 3.2K+


Kylo’s anger radiated throughout the Force as if it were air itself. It was thick and heavy and it was almost like weights on your shoulders. What happened that triggered the sudden outburst? Quickly following after the rage-fueled man, you yelled out to him, completely ignoring the fact that now everyone’s attention was on you. “Ben! Hey! Ben?!”

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Fear

Word count: 1319

Part 2

Stopping in front of the Salvatore’s house, sitting down on the stairs, trying to catch your breath. Your breathing shallow, sweat forming on your forehead. You ran your fingers through your hair, analyzing everything that happened at the Grill.

‘Hey, are you ok?’ You turned around and saw Bonnie standing behind you. You sighed and stood up.

‘No, not exactly. We have a problem.’

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‘Little weasle, I knew he was planning something because we haven’t seen him in a while.’ Damon said, tossing small ball he held in his hand.

‘He’s after the ascendant.’ Bonnie said.

‘You mean the ascendant we hid? I didn’t know it was because of him.’ You said, crossing your arms.

'Yeah, that one.’

'So, just give it to him and we’ll be free.’

'We can’t just do that!’ Elena said a little louder, making you turn around and face her.

'If we give him the ascendant, he will destroy so no one can ever send him back to prison world or use it to send some of us down there and then destroy it.’ Bonnie said, taking the ascendant out of her bag and putting it on the table.

'We can’t send him to prison world because we need someone from gemini coven to do the spell but what we can do is hide it and prevent Kai from using it, also protecting you is the first thing we need to do right now’

'I can take care of myself. I have magic.’ You said, looking around the room, only seeing everyone looking at you. It was as if no one could agree with you on that. You knew it was risky and with just one mistake you could end up either hurt or even something worse because from the stories you heard about Kai, the best thing to do is to stay away from him.

'How do you know he’s not here right now?’ You asked. 'You know he’s using that cloaking spell quite often and don’t even let me started on those illusions he pulled on us.’ Elena asked, putting her arm on your shoulder, looking at the rest of the people in the room.

'We don’t.’ Bonnie said, crossing her arms.

'So he could-’

'Hello people! Wow, still amazed how massive this place is’ you all turned around and saw walking towards you with a grin on his face, stopping right beside you. Your heart started beating as fast as it did at the Grill when he approached you. You were afraid of him and you weren’t afraid to admit it.
Everything about him made your blood run cold. His cold and dark stare piercing into your eyes, your body looking for some place to escape. But this time, you couldn’t escape someone so easily. You had a feeling something bad was about to happen. You shot a glance at Bonnie. Glance that was saying 'holy crap, what now’. She just shook her head and looked at Kai, him putting his arm on your shoulder and bringing you closer.

'So, about that ascendant. Am I getting it or what?’ Kai asked, looking at Bonnie and waiting for her reaction, his stupid grin still on his face.

'No, you’re not. I’m not letting you hurt anybody else, like you hurt me, remember?’ Bonnie stayed strong behind her words. She was much more confident than you were and it was easy to tell. It wasn’t the first time she had to stand tall and face the psychopath.

'You know I just wanted to send my family to 1994 prison world like they sent me? Just, so they can get a feeling what it’s like to be trapped in there, and, let’s not forget, what it’s like to go through 6771 supernaturally repeating days. Forgot how much that drove me crazy.’ Kai said, looking at only one spot on the floor, dozing off for a split second.

'You’re not getting the ascendant.’ Bonnie said, now being extremely annoyed by Kai.

'I warned you guys what would happen if I don’t get my ascendant. This one is on you, Bonnie.’

That was the last thing he said before he put a cloaking spell on him. Not just him, you aswell. You both just disappeared into thin air, others incapable of doing anything at the moment, not even Bonnie.
This was the moment fear really kicked in. You were petrified, you thought your life was about to end because you knew Kai was capable of literally anything. There wasn’t a part of you that wasn’t afraid of him, his touch hurt more than anything, even without siphoning, it felt like your skin was on fire. Every single cell in your body was burning, but burning with fear.

'Here we are’ he said, pushing you to sit down.

'What.. what are you going to do to me?’ You asked, your voice shaking with fear, eyes watering.

'That depends on your good friend Bonnie.’

'You’re not getting it.’

'We’ll see.’ He took outhis phone and dialed a number. He started walking around the room and then stopped in the corner. It didn’t even last long, he just hung up and turned to look at you. That same feeling you had at the house, came back. He walked quickly towards you as he waved his hand and your vision suddenly went pitch black.

After who knows how many minutes or hours passed, you woke up, still not completely aware of your surroundings. You tried to get up but unsuccessfully. Your vision became clear again, making you realized you were tied down to a chair, with blood dripping on the floor, creating a small puddle of blood underneath you.

'Oh, hello’ Kai said, crouching in front of you, you getting a good look at his face.

'What are you doing to me?’

'Just draining you from your bloody really slowly so you can use your witchy woo on me.’ He said, laughing. It looks like everything he’s ever said was a joke to him or maybe it was just amusing him when other people were in pain.

'You’re a sociopath.’ You said, your voice weak and muffled.

'Thank you. I like being a socipath. Anyway, I talked to Bonnie again and made a deal. She brings me the ascendant and I let you go. She refuses or breaks our deal, I drain you, not completely obviously, siphon your magic entirely and you die.’

'What?’ You asked, your eyes watering again, your hands shaking.

'Oh, don’t be so scared. It’s not that bad.’ He said as he got up and placed his hands on your arms, siphoning you, making you squirm and cry out in pain. He kept doing it and doing it, longer than he did when you first met him. It hurt as hell and you couldn’t do anything about it. You couldn’t even fight back. You’ve never felt more helpless in your life as you did in that moment.

'Kai… please…’ yoi cried out and he finally stopped, looking into your eyes. He brought his hand up to your cheek and wiped a tear that was rolling down with his thumb.

'Let’s take a break, shall we?’ He said and walked behind you but you heard a loud noise coming not too far away. You tried to look back, but it was impossible.

'Hey, hey, are you ok?’ You looked up and saw Damon, untying the ropes from your hands and biting his hand to give you some of his blood to heal you. He picked you up and carried you out the house Kai trapped you in, and ran the hell away from that place, leaving Kai on the floor. Who knows what Kai’s next move was, what his plan B was if this one fails. It did fail and it was just the matter of time when you had to face him again.

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 8

Summary: You start to consider your position of being Negan’s wife. Sharing him wasn’t something you were too find of anymore given your feelings for him.

Note: Filler chapter. Filler chapter. Filler chapter.

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You followed Negan down the hallway to his room, being sure to check over your shoulder every now and then, just to make sure he wasn’t setting you up. He opened the door to his room and you walked in, looking around.
“Where’s Amber?” An attitude was rising in your voice.

Negan turned around, cutting his eyes at you, “In her room. Where the fuck else would she be?”

“I don’t know. I figured she was still here.” You said, crossing your arms.

“Fuck no. Like I said, darlin’, I don’t want any company. She is exactly where the fuck she is supposed to be, kind of like you, you should have been in your damn room too.” He pointed to you, with the whiskey bottle still in his hand, “What the fuck were you doing with Dwight?”

You smiled smugly. “I was just talking to him. What’s it to you?”

He gritted his teeth. “Because, darlin’, you’re mine and I don’t trust Dwight with my women after last time, maybe you noticed how one side of his face looks like fuckin’ shit. He got a punishment because he fucked Sherry behind my back.”

You scoffed, “Sherry was his real wife.”

“It doesn’t make a fuckin’ fuck to me. This a is a New World Order, sweetheart and there are rules.” He growled.

You bit your lip and shot him a wicked smile. “What’s the matter baby, are you jealous? Are you scared Dwight was thinking about fucking me right there on that table?”

Negan’s face instantly twisted with anger and he threw the whiskey bottle at the wall and it shattered, spraying glass everywhere.
He grabbed you by the neck and pinned your back against a wall.
“Darlin’, what’s it gonna take for you to stop back talking me? Everyday is something. I’ll admit it, it gets my dick fuckin’ hard, but it also gets under my goddamn skin.” He growled before he crashed his lips hard into yours, you gave in and kissed him back, his tongue sliding over your delicate lips and you coukd alreadybfeel yoirseld getting wet.
After a moment of weakness you came to your senses and pushed him off of you. He quickly backed away, holding his hands up, with Lucille still in hand.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He demanded, furrowing his brows, his eyes were burning into you.

“You really think I’m gonna let you fuck me, right after you fucked Amber?” You snarled, with anger in your face as you stared back into his eyes.

“Yeah, so? She’s fuckin’ clean. The doctor checked her out before we ever even fucked the first time.”

“That’s not the fucking point.”

“Then what the fuck is the fuckin’ point, sweetheart!?” He bellowed, slamming a free hand against the wall.

You shook your head and threw your hands up, “I don’t fucking know.. but I think being a wife was a mistake and I think I would rather work for points like I had originally planned.”

Negan curled his lip and shrugged, “Fine, darlin’. It’s no skin off my fuckin’ teeth. But just know that all your privileges are fuckin’ gone. That means that you will obey me, you will fuckin’ work-” He moved in closer, putting his face inches from yours and proped Lucille on the wall above your head, “..And you will kneel.” He growled.
You hadn’t noticed until now just how much he towered over you. A bit of fear crept into you as he stood there, so angry and in your face. But you didn’t show it, you were much like Negan in a way, you were both extremely proud creatures. Although, you were in denial that you were like him.
You said nothing back and all you did was nod.
“It’s a fuckin’ shame, babydoll. You are the hottest fuckin’ wife out of them all.” He shook his head, leaning back up.
You turned quickly and headed to the door, you opened it, but turned back to look at him.
“It’s not that I didn’t wanna be a wife, but I can’t deal with Amber. You should know she threatened me.”

He rolled his eyes, “I’m not into fuckin’ monogamy, sweetheart. And you two better cut your back and forth shit out, she’s not gonna do shit anyway. Bitch couldn’t fight her way out of a wet paper sack. What are you gonna do, baby doll, fuckin’ kill her?”

“Let her try to hurt me and you’ll find out.” You growled back and left the room.


The next morning there was a loud knock on your door. It seemed like someone was always banging on your door lately.
“Come in.” You said in a dull tone.

The door opened and Simon was standing there, “You ready to go? You got work to do today.”

“Yeah, what am I doing?” You sighed, sliding on your boots.

“You’re back on laundry duty for the wives, same as last time.” He said, tapping his foot on the ground impatiently.

“Where’s Negan?” You asked.

“He’s gone. Besides, you aren’t a wife anymore, so unless he asks for you, you can’t just bother him anytime you want. You work for points now, so get your shit together and get downstairs and do your job.” He said flatly. He turned and left without another word.

You rolled your eyes, standing up and kicked the cot, making it rise off the floor. You were angry, he was putting you back on this just to fuck with you, knowing that you and Amber despised eachother. It was almost as if he wanted to see a fight between you two. You took a deep breathe and walked out of the room, you went downstairs and outside back to where the washtub was.
The wives were all standing around it with their clothes in hand, waiting.
Amber had a shit eating grin on her face, the bandage still attached to her nose.
You walked up to them and Amber quickly thrust the basket into your chest making you wobble at the force she used.

“Here are my clothes. Do a better fucking job this time, or I’m gonna tell Daddy.”

You rolled your eyes, snatching the basket, trying to get your anger under control.
“Yeah, and what’s he gonna do?” You gritted your teeth.

She gave you a smile, “Well, maybe you’ll get Lucille - like you deserve.”

You dropped the basket, “Look here bitch-” You started, but before you could finish, she pushed you back and you stood there in shock before you pushed her back.
You both stood there, waiting for eachother to make a move.

“Whats going on over here?” You heard a familiar voice, but knew it wasn’t Negan. You turned to see Dwight approaching, “Is there a problem?” He asked, looking at you and Amber in your standoff.

“Not at all.” Amber said flirtatiously, “(Y/N) just isn’t doing her job like she’s supposed to.”

Dwight looked to you and back to Amber, “Well, I’ll handle it from here. If she doesn’t do what she’s supposed to do, I’ll tell Negan.”

Amber smiled big, “Okay, thanks, Dwighty.” She winked before heading of with the rest of the wives.

You balled your fists and cursed under your breathe, picking up the basket and setting it on a table adjacent to the washtub.
Dwight looked over to you and sighed.
“Look, you gotta do your job, or I’ll have to tell Negan. You aren’t a wife anymore, you can’t just walk around doing what you want.”

“God, what did he do, tell everybody I’m not a fucking wife anymore?” You huffed while putting some clothes into the cold water.

“Yeah, Simon and me, that way we could report back to him that you’re actually working. Just do your job and keep your mouth shut if you wanna earn points. I’ll be back later on see if you get any.” He ordered and walked away.

You worked the rest of the time in silence as you washed the clothes, taking your time on each garment.
You knew you were now on thin ice and didn’t wanna offset anything more than it already was.
You didn’t wanna give up being a wife, you had feelings for Negan, but you couldnt deal with the other wives. Hell, you didn’t even have a problem submitting to him, you liked it, actually. But knowing he had other women hurt you in such a way that you’d rather not be involved.

After about 2 hours of handwashing, you were done. You hung the clothes on the line to dry and waited to be inspected.
Dwight finally came up after about 30 minutes.
He looked over all the clothes and counted how many clothing pieces there were.
“You got about 20 things washed here; for the day that earns you about 10 points.”

“Only 10? What about my suffering for washing Amber’s fucking underwear.”

Dwight was writing on a note pad and tore a piece of paper off and handed it to you, “Not my problem. This is your points, take it to supply or save it if you want, this is your pay.”

You looked down at the paper, it had your name, what your job was and how many items of clothing you had washed, along with Negan’s signature and Dwight’s as supervisor.

“Jesus Christ..” You whispered, “How fancy.” You said and rolled your eyes.
You crumpled up the paper and shoved it into your pocket. You didn’t even wanna get anything with it.
The sun was starting to set and the sky was a mix of purple and orange.

You were starting to head inside when you heard the creak of the large steel doors to the sanctuary open.
You looked over to see Neagn and about 20 of his men piling back into the sanctuary. He had Lucille high on his shoulder, covered in blood, smiling proudly. Everyone simultaneously kneeled as he walked past them, but you didnt.
Negan took immediate notice since he had his eyes on you from the time he walked in. He walked over to you, “You fuckin’ forgetting something, darlin’?” He smiled, showing straight white teeth.

“No.” You said, blank faced.

He made an “Mmm” sound with his mouth.
“I thought I told you to fuckin’ kneel?”

His men were all staring at you now, probably wondering if they were about to witness Negan beat one of his former wives to death. Negan took notice at his men - still on their knees - staring at the both of you and you challenging his authority as usual.
He took Lucille from his shoulder and pointed her bloody end at you, “Look at that shit, baby doll. You see that blood and those bits of flesh?”
He smiled as he saw you staring at the blood dripping from the barbed-wire.

“Yeah.” You said shakily.

“Mhm, good. So, you can fuckin’ see atleast. Well, that is what is left of someone else who didn’t wanna kneel.. You see where I’m getting at here, don’t you?” He chuckled.

You decided now wasn’t the time to push things any farther. You reluctantly lowered yourself onto your knees, looking up at him.

“Hell yeah, that’s what I like to fuckin’ see. Some goddamn cooperation. And might I say, darlin’,” he placed a hand on hisnleathee clad chest, “Seeing you down like that is a good fuckin’ look. Too bad you’re not a wife, I have a good use for that position.” He said with a wink, he walked away from and turned back.
“Goddamn, that ass still looks sweet as fuck.” He whistled and continued on.

And even though you seemed to be in an intense game of cat and mouse at the moment, it still turned you on to hear him talk to you in that way, his charisma and charm was too much to withstand.

ALTL Part 54

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Title: ALTL Part 54

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Lucifer, Michael, Castiel, Sam, Dean, Crowley, Rowena

Word count: 1,141

Warnings: Slight fluff?

A/N: Things are going to get interesting with Michael back. I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3

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You knew Michael would need a new vessel.  It didn’t take you long to find him another vessel with Gabriel and Lucifer’s help.  Gabriel and Lucifer seemed reluctant to help you.  Lucifer didn’t like his brother Michael too much.  However, Gabriel seemed worried about the whole idea.

As you walked towards the cage with Crowley and Rowena in front of you, it was hard not to feel nervous.  You were hoping that you would be enough to keep Lucifer and Michael from going after each other’s throats.  You hoped Michael would keep his word.

Once Rowena performed the spell, you felt Gabriel let go of your hand.  You shot him a confused look, getting a smile in return.  It was obvious that Gabriel wasn’t intimidated by his older brother anymore.

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INCOGNITO II // masterlist


A/N: Hello friends! It’s been like nine months since I was supposed to put out the second part to Incognito and idk what the hell happened but it’s here now and that’s all that matters! I was (originally) going to put smut in here but I decided it didn’t fit nor did it seem right for the plot of the storyline for part two so maybe there’ll be a part three? idk, if you guys want it, please let me know! Anyways, thanks for reading/enjoy and requests are open!

Word Count: 2.4K+

Warning: Profanity…an Order officer is a complete douche and creep.


It had easily been a week since the incident happen. Ever since you had retired to your room after finding out Matt was indeed Kylo Ren, you were fearful. Fearful and embarrassed. How could you not have noticed it was him? It should’ve shouted at you, if it were a Rathtar it would’ve strangled you. You were Hux’s right hand, out of all people, you saw Kylo the most…so how did you miss this?

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Workspace: Part Two

Part One

A/N: I’m currently working pt 3. I took my time with this one because I wanted it to be good ! Love ya babez.

“Then I had to go to Warren in accounting and he stared at me for fifteen minutes while I sent a fax.” Lydia groaned.

“Gross!” Kira shuttered.

It was 12:30 and I sat in the break room with the girls, Lydia, Kira, and Malia. So far my first day had been uneventful, besides the whole Stilinski thing. As much as I didn’t like first days, this one had to be the best. Just a normal, average day.

“He’s so disgusting. How did he even get hired?” Malia asked interrupting my thoughts.

“Seriously! He’s like ancient. He’s been here forever.” This came from the same boy I had seen before Stilinski in the copy room, the guy with the crooked jaw. He’d just walked in holding a small brown paper bag and a water bottle. He was very handsome now that I had a proper look at him. Maybe not my type but handsome.

“Scotty!” Kira practically squealed. He smiled warmly at her and they awkwardly stared at each other until someone cleared their throat kicking them back to reality. Kira pulled a chair from a table behind us and squeezed it between her and I. She patted the seat and smiled, gesturing him to sit next to her. He smiled back and obliged. The whole interaction was awkward at best and strange at worst. But no one seemed to noticed or at least they pretended not too. Conversation started up again and I sat back quietly eating my tuna salad pretending to listen to them. All the while I was observing the people coming in and out of the break room mentally forming an opinion on them all. As I watched a petite blonde women exited the room I saw the Stilinski guy standing a few feet away from the break room entrance talking to some girl. Her hair was up in a pony tail and she wore a long black maxi skirt with a plain white shirt. I couldn’t see her face from the angle I sat but I could that she had HUGE BOOBS. Which is the only reason that stupid Stilinski boy was probably even talking to her. At first I thought it was casual encounter, he moved his hands around a lot and she nodded her head in agreement. But then she gently placed her hand on his arm,

Changing everything!

Stilinski licked his bottom lip and blushed. Actually fucking blushed. Like he was human or something.

“Stiles!” Scotty yelled startling me out of the death glare I was sending…

Stiles?

Stilinski wasn’t his actual name? But honestly Stiles wasn’t much better. No wander he was such an ass, his name was terrible.

Stiles looked over at us and smiled, obviously not to me, giving us a wave then raising his pointer finger to signal he’d be there in a second. He turned his focus back to the girl and pulled out his phone. I couldn’t see what he was doing but I could only guess his was getting her number. I rolled my eyes and let out any annoyed deep breath.

“That dog.” Malia chuckled lightly and everyone nodded they’re head in agreement. Looks like his charade has caught everyone’s attention.

“So anyways Y/N, what do you think?” Lydia smiled leaning in closer to me from across the table.

Shit. I hadn’t been paying attention ! What had she said to me?

“Yeah, cool.” I said playing off the fact that I wasn’t listening.

“Perf. We’re all going to go around 8.”

“You don’t have to come. Lydia has a way of being very pushy.” Scotty joked.

Lydia shot him a look.

“Scott’s right. It’s just a bar and you just met us.” Kira offered with a sweet smile.

Ahhhhhhhh, so his name was just Scott. Man, I wish these people would stop using nicknames. It was getting hard to keep up.

“Yeah, you probably don’t even like us.” Malia said flatly. I hoped she was kidding but had a feeling she wasn’t.

“Fine. I guess I’ll come.” I said with fake angst trying to lighten the mood.

“Sorted.” Lydia beamed triumphantly.

“She coming?” Stiles said finally joining the group. He sat down next to Malia and draped his arm around her shoulders.

“You know on second thought-” I started with grit in my voice but was interrupted.

“Don’t mind him,” Scott said shooting Stiles a look. “You’re coming.” I nodded but stood up grabbing my lunch.

“See you at 8.” I waved and stormed out of the room.

Stiles. Such an ass.


I stood outside of the bar for almost twenty minutes before actually entering. The place couldn’t really be called a bar. It’s was very much a new age Irish pub. There were tall tables with equally tall chairs scattered around, where people either stood or sat. The whole room was warm contrasting the cold outside and everyone was close to one another. There was a bar but as I looked it over I was sure it only served beer. I was still at the door when Lydia spotted me.

“Y/N!” She shouted over the music and chatter. “Over here! Hurry.” With her sat Kira, Maila, and Scott.

I waved over to them with a smile and stripped myself of my coat, hanging it up on the rack next to the door. I squeezed through the crowd trying to get to my group. Accidentally, I bumped into someone and heard their drink slosh onto the floor followed by a few choice profanities.

“I’m so sorry.” I apologised sweetly stopping to make sure I hadn’t done too much damage.

The stranger turned to me anger striking his face which quickly changed into a smile when he saw me.

“No, you’re okay.” He chuckled. He was taller than me so I had to look up to see him. He smelled vaguely of peppermint and honey and I noticed his green eyes where glued on me. It wasn’t in a creepy way, though. It’s like something about me transfixed his self to me. His eyes gave me a once over, briefly stopping at my lips then flicking back to meet my hazel ones.

Nothing was said for a long moment, so I smiled apologetically and turned to pushed back through the crowd but I could feel his eyes watching me as I went. Finally I was at the table and my pack all greeted me with smiles and a raise of their glasses.

“This place is packed.” I said scooting on to one of the tall stools.

“You came just in time! We need another player.” Kira said and I could see a slight glossiness in her eyes.

“Player?” I pulled my brows together questioningly.

“Trivia.” Malia explained for Kira. “Lydia usually answers all the questions and we just sit back and look pretty.”

Scott laughed and raised a finger at the pretty waitress behind me in attempt to catch her attention. She took notice and walked over.

“What can I get you guys?” She said only to Scott, batting her lashes at him.

“Another round of beers, two for her,” he nodded at me. “She needs to catch up.” He whispered loudly to the waitress earning a chuckle from me. “And a round of shots too, please.”

“Shots too?” Malia giggled.

“Hell yes!” He practically shouted.

“Comin’ right up.” She smirked looking at Scott brightly before turning and leaving. Kira let out something that resembled a grunt mixed with snort. I giggled to myself, Scott and Kira sure didn’t try to be inconspicuous out their feelings for each other. The pair started whispering to one another and I looked around trying not to ease drop.

I surveyed the packed pub. We were towards the back of the place near a small stage and dance floor that had no occupants, from here I could see almost the entire room. My eyes wandered across the faces and fell upon a familiar one. Stiles’s. He was leaning on the with with one arm his head tilted in to hear the girl in front of him better. I rolled my eyes. Another girl? I never took Stiles as much of a player. But as I examined the girl closer I realised she was the same girl from the office. Now I could see her features better and I was very confused because she wasn’t all that pretty. She wore thick rimmed glasses and the same slicked back ponytail was before. She was, in my humble opinion, too skinny with not a lot of curves to fill out her jeans. She was wearing a neon pink shirt that made her big boobs ten times more noticeable. I watched as her and Stiles talked and it was obvious she was drunk. She swayed a little when she moved her hands too much and she laughed too hard when it seemed Stiles hadn’t said anything all that funny. I couldn’t hear them of course but he seemed bored or was he just drunk too. The bartender slid him a bottled beer and he raised it to the girl and began walking away. As he did, he caught me staring and I whipped around in my chair so fast I was sure I’d given myself whip lash. I could see Malia eyeing me. I blushed hard feeling my whole body heat up, why was I even looking at him in the first place, I asked myself. I don’t care what he does. Then, a burly man with a long beard and long hair tied behind his head into a bun stepped on the tiny stage with a microphone.

“Welcome Ladies and Gents to this weeks Trivia Showdownn.” He announced over pronouncing the word down. “I’m sure you all know how this works. But for the newbies here I’ll explain it.” The crowd groaned, making me grin.

As he began explaining the rules, Stiles joined us then. The only spot available was next to me, and to my surprise Stiles took it without complaint. I glanced over to him nonchalantly and he was…glaring?

No, looking?

No, admiring?

Honestly, I couldn’t tell. He seemed to be pretty drunk and it was really hard to read his expression. I noticed now he wasn’t wearing his glasses and his caramel coloured eyes pierced into me.

“Want a picture?” I asked challengingly perking up a brow.

“Depends on the picture.” A twitch of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

The sudden change of character caught me by surprise. I felt my body warm up and I was sure I must be crimson but I hoped I wasn’t.

“You couldn’t be so lucky.” I said coolly recovering quickly.

Stiles lips disappeared into a straight line as he tried to stifle his smile that dared to break through. This was very strange Stiles had showed me nothing but animosity not a day before and now he’s flirting? What a change of events. But was this permanent or was he just tipsy with clouded judgement? The pretty waitress from before reached over me and set down two beers, I hadn’t even noticed she’d been there. She also distributed the tiny glasses full of clear liquid. The shots.

“To winning.” Lydia whisper shouted trying not to interrupt the announcer on stage who was still going over the rules.

“To winning!” We all said in the same tone lifting our small glasses to one another’s allowing them to clink, then drinking the alcohol. We all laughed watching the faces we all made. Stiles’s was the funniest, he looked like he was calmingly thinking about throwing up. I laughed extra hard and he shot me a playful look sticking his tongue out. The action making him look almost sweet, and I wasn’t yet convinced that he was.

Trivia started and as promised Lydia answered all the questions for us. Surprisingly enough, Stiles and I were teaming up within our team and answering a few.

“The largest volcano ever discovered in our solar system is located on which planet?” The burly man, Nade, asked the teams.

“Mars!” Stiles quickly shouted out.

“Mars is correct! Another point for Team Wolf.” Nade noted with a humorous expression.

“That’s another one!” I yelled raising my hand for Stiles to high five something we’d taken up doing every time our team scored a point. He bypassed the high five for the first and enveloped me into a huge hug. I was caught off guard and did not return the motion. Stiles stepped back quickly, eyes wide, registering his mistake and immediately withdrew. We looked at each other awkwardly before being brought back by Nade’s voice.

“All right Trivists. Last question this is for drinks on the house they’re next visit.”

This caused the crowd to cheer wildly.

“Okay guys! We got this! Let’s think before we answer and win this shit!” Malia coached her words slightly slurred. We all nodded or smiled in acknowledgement. The room fell into erie silence, everyone trying to concentrate and after as many beers as I’ve had so was I.

“Who is credited to be the first person to circumnavigate the globe?” Nade quizzed looking over the crowd for someone to answer.

Instantly, I knew the answer, I’d written a whole term paper on it in high school. I looked around at my group and they all seemed a bit stumped. Even Lydia, which was a bit odd but I understood why when I saw her downing another shot. I whirled my head around to Stiles, who jumped doing some weird karate move.

“I know the answer.” I whispered with a wicked smile.

“Are you sure?” He challenged but seemed amused.

“Oh ye of little faith.” I pouted gaining a smirk from him.

“Well answer, before you cause me free drinks.” He scolded playfully.

I rolled my eyes and turned to the pack grabbing their attention. I nodded at them my way of wordlessly telling them that I had it. Though warily, they nudged me to on. I took a deep breathe before answering.

“Ferdinand Magellan!” I shouted and for a second all eyes were on me. Quickly, they all turned to Nade as the whole room wonder whether or not I was right.

Nade was quiet for a beat, and left the room swelling with tension and anticipation.

“Sorry Team Wolf,” he paused giving us a dejected look. My whole team slumped down disappointed that, although so close, we hadn’t won. I was very confused, that was the right answer. I contemplated in my head if I had actually said the right answer out loud or only thought I did. My head was a bit fuzzy making me unsure.

“Sorry that…the other teams won’t be drinking for free!” He yelled smiling into the microphone.

It only took us a second to digest his words until we erupted into cheers. I ran around the table to hug Lydia, who squeezed me tightly. Immediately after, Kira and Malia pulled me into a double hug, jumping up and down throwing me slightly off balance. Scott and I bear hugged and he peck my cheek adding a overly excited ‘thank you’ with it. Stiles just finished doing a weird handshake with Kira, when his eyes lite up at the sight of me and inthralled me into yet another hug. This time I hugged back. His arms snaked around my waist and mine around his neck. I noticed he smelled of cigarettes and something else I couldn’t quite pinpoint. It was warm and sweet and I got lost in it.

He pulled back from the embrace but our arms stayed in place. He gave me that same look as before, the confusing one, and I searched his eyes for some kind of clarity. But all at once, I watched the beautiful amber color in his eyes turn dark and cold and felt the tension radiate through his body. He ripped his hands away from me and stepped back, frowning. My eyebrows knitted together in bewilderment. Stiles called out Scott’s name, who was wrapped around Kira buy quickly released her to aid his friend. I watched as the pair headed out of the now seemingly suffocating bar. As the door shut behind them, my mind raced. What was his fucking problem? First he hates me for no apparent reason then he’s flirting with me, and now he hates me again. He was so exhausting. The alcohol taking its toll I felt my blood begin to boil and fit of rage course through me. Malia walked over to ask me something, but I didn’t even acknowledge her as I moved through the cramped room. Finally reaching the door, I snatched my coat from its perch on the rack and bustled out the door. I whipped my head in every direction looking for the two boys. I caught sight of them half way down the block. Stiles hadn’t brought a jacket, and he had his hands stuffed in his pockets with a cigarette lazily between his lips. Him and Scott seemed to be in an intense conversation but I didn’t care. I was going to find out what his problem was.

“Stiles!” I shouted stomping towards them. They both turned around surprised and I assumed it was from the angry tone in which the name was being shouted. Stiles rolled his eyes and spit out his cigarette stomping it out on the ground. I was to them in seconds and I was huffing out of breath but more from my anger then the walk over.

“What do you want, Y/N?” Stiles groaned as if I was a pest he couldn’t get rid of.

“What do I want? What I want is for you to tell me what your fucking problem is. I’ve worked with you for all of a five minutes and you hate me. I don’t know what I could have possibly done for you to treat me with such disrespect but I’m truly sorry and hope you get over it very fast. Because like it or not we have mutual friends now and I’m not going anywhere. So straighten up or ship out.” I jerk my thumb over my shoulder for emphasis. I was a bit winded after my rant not remembering taking a breath, and I forgotten Scott was standing there. After a beat of no one saying anything, I spun on my heels and retreated opposite of them towards my apartment. I was fuming, mad with rage and in my hast I realised I was walking the wrong way. To get to my apartment I had to walk back in there direction. I knew there was no way I was getting back to my apartment this walking in my current direction. So, reluctantly and, admittedly embarrassed, I turned not meeting there’s gazes as I pushed past them heading in the correct way.

“Godddamn,” I heard Stiles say in an almost impressed sort of way. “Aren’t you something else?”

And it may have been my imagination but I swear I could almost hear his smile.

Satan’s Admiration

Title: Satan’s Admiration

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,288

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: It’s Satan Sunday! Satan all day! I hope you enjoy this! This was requested by the fantastic @fayemenelmir ! I hope this is what you were expecting! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! If you’d like to see more Lucifer, you are more than welcome to request something! You can also request from my Christmas Drabble List!

Lately it’s been rough around the bunker, with you hinting at liking Lucifer and all.  Gabriel has been around more often, along with Castiel as usual.  When you first met Lucifer it was like fireworks had gone off.  He even saved you on that particular hunt.  You tried to talk about your feelings with Lucifer, but he wasn’t having it.  He would always leave for weeks at a time.

Gabriel opened your bedroom door, snapping you back to reality.  When you turned around you were greeted with a tight hug from the archangel.  “Hey [Y/N], what’s up sweet cheeks,” Gabriel smirked, peering down at you with his champagne eyes.

“Lucifer won’t talk to me,” you pouted.  You knew Gabriel was most likely tired of hearing you whine about Lucifer, but he was the only one who would help you.  He’s always been quick to help you; that’s what made the two of you such good friends.  He helped you with Lucifer, and you helped him prank Sam and Dean.  “I don’t know what to do anymore..”

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**Zayn Malik Imagine** ((Requested))

Imagine.. 

Zayn picking you up from class. While you were walking out this guy kept pestering you to go on a date with him.  You had said no multiple times but he kept asking. He was even getting a bit touchy and you were getting uncomfortable. You told Zayn about him and he didn’t like anyone messing with you. So he said pick you up from class so he could set him straight.

As you continued  walking the guy grabbed you hand. You snatched you hand away quickly.

“ Hey! Don’t touch me like that.. I’ve already told you were not gonna go out. I have a boyfriend.” You yelled to him

“ I’m sure you do.. Where’s this boyfriend at?!” He said

You pointed to Zayn who was sitting in the car. “ Right there, now let me go.”

“Whatever! I only wanted hook up with you anyway!” He yelled as you walked to the car.

Zayn didn’t like that he disrespected to you went to go talk to him once you were in the car.

“ Eyy mate.  I don’t like what you said to my girl. Watch your mouth. ” He told the guy

“ yeah sure thing” the guy said sarcastically then walked off

As he walked off Zayn said “ I’m serious mate, I’m warning yah." 

Zayn walked back to the car and got in. Then he gently  grabbed your face in between his hands and kissed you. 

Once he pulled back he told you ” Let me know if that asshole messes with you again.“ 

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I’d never heard of Thoroughly Modern Milie before this request, but I loved using a song from a musical. It made deciphering the story easier. So thank you to @flamemurphy for requesting that I do a fic based around “What Do I Need With Love”. I’m quite happy with this one, but let me know what you think anyway. Enjoy, my darlings!

Everytime I hear the song “What Do I Need With Love” from Thoroughly Modern Millie I immediately think 40s! Bucky and I think it’d make a great story.

“What Do I Need With Love?”

“Buck, come on, what’s up with you?” Steve pressed.

Bucky unlocked his front door, leaving it open for Steve to follow as he stepped indoors and tossed his key onto the table.
“I’m tellin’ you. Absolutely nothing. I’m fine.”

Steve watched as Bucky went about his usual home routine. He kicked off his shoes and placed them neatly under the sofa, shrugged off his jacket and threw that less neatly over the armchair, and he opened up the fridge to fetch two beers. Though he appeared to be doing much the same thing, something was definitely off about it.

It seemed as though his mind was elsewhere, that he was constantly thinking of something or someone else.

“It’s that girl, isn’t it?” Steve deduced, as a smile pulled its way onto his lips. “That girl you were talking to. The waitress.”

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(Protective Axl)
((Sorry it took me so long, deeply apologize))

You and Axl never had much alone time considering how busy both of your schedules were. Tonight was a rare night that both of you had time off and you planned to have a date night. Taking almost an hour just debating on where you would go Axl finally told you he’d just surprise you. You had no clue what to wear and basically went through your entire wardrobe trying to find something.

Finding a tight, tight red dress you stepped into the living room where Axl was sitting. Slowly spinning around you saw Axl begin to smile. “Well I don’t even have to ask, I already know which dress I’m wearing tonight! I’ll be ready in a few.” Putting the last few touches on your hair and makeup, you were ready to go.

Axl opened up the passenger door to his BMW and helped you get in. Walking around the car he couldn’t take his eyes off of you the whole time. Getting in the car he immediately put his hand on yours and began driving. “You look absolutely breath taking, Y/N.”

Arriving at the mystery place you suddenly felt extremely underdressed you knew it must have taken a lot of convincing for Axl to get you last minute reservations at such a beautiful place. “Babe, this is amazing! You didn’t have to take me somewhere so beautiful.” Axl looked at you as you were seated and touched your leg under the table.

“You look a lot more beautiful than this place could ever look, I’ll be right back I have to use the restroom. If the server comes let him know I would like to order the most expensive wine they have.” You nodded your head still in shock by the fact of how fancy the place was and how far out of the way Axl was going for you.

The waiter came to the table and inappropriately looked you up and down, making you uncomfortable all you wanted was for Axl to come back. “What would you like there baby? Our special with a side of me? Anyway, what’s a smokin’ girl like you doin’ all alone?”

You sat there awkwardly trying to not show how uncomfortable you were. “I’m here with my boyfriend, we want the most expensive bottle of wine you have. I’d also like it if you didn’t talk to me like that.” The waiter seemed to be offended by your comment and roughly took a hold of you by your shoulder, his strong grip shocking you.

“You don’t reject me honey, you’re coming with me and you’re making this up to me.” Axl ran back to the table once he saw the waiter had a grip on you let alone touching you. He pulled the waiter off of you and punched him square in the jaw; you heard a cracking noise as Axl’s fist hit his jaw and dropped to the ground.

Axl shook his hand around for a moment before he pulled you into him and kissed your head. “Are you okay, Y/N? God, I’m so sorry for leaving you like that. And you? You fucking creep I want you fired, I will never come back here again you piece of fuckin’ shit!”

You grabbed Axl’s hand and just wanted to get home and cuddle up with him, you didn’t want to leave his arms for the rest of the night. Still traumatized from what had just happened, you guided Axl out to the car before he did any more damage. “Let’s just go home and order some pizza?”

Axl nodded as the two of you got in the car. “From now on, I’m making sure everywhere we go we have a waitress. That will never happen again, I am so sorry he did that to you baby.” You leaned over to kiss him to make him stop talking, you just wanted to be home and enjoying a night for just the two of you and no one else.

Relax, Baby - NSFW

My writing contains a lot a fluff, I’m super sorry but also kind of not.

This is a non-sinful Imagine, so if you are uncomfortable with smut with is the right kind of thing for you, although it does contain some suggestive language and intimacy.

I hope you enjoy! [Short and sweet at 682 words]

Context: Audrey tries her best to help her girlfriend [the reader] relax, with a massage.

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COSMIC BOY // I // MASTERLIST

Summary: After switching middle schools, young Ben Solo lands his eyes on who he never expects to be the love of his life. After a four year separation of having to move away with his father, you and Ben are reunited your senior year of high school, only to have an emotional ride that intervenes with the true feelings you two feel for one another–but there’s one major problem, you’re already with somebody else.

A/N: AHH! So my bud @bensono​ and I have been talking about this whole AU for like four months now and I’m so excited to finally post it! This is that modern high school AU I promised you guys ages ago, but instead of a simple one shot, it’ll be a multi-chapter fic! FYI, the first two chapters will sort of be prologues as they’re based in the past so don’t think the whole series will be them as middle schoolers. Ignore the lame gif header, it’s something until I make the actual graphic and the summary is also a work in progress oops. Anyways…enjoy!

Warning: None

Word Count: 4.9K+


There was nothing more soothing than the sound of morning rain pattering against a glass window, echoing throughout the four walls as the gloomy sky gave the early hours an evening vibe. It wasn’t enough that the rain made things relaxing, but the fact that the early fall weather made the air feel much more cooler–enough to bundle ones self up–you couldn’t help but fall deeper into your sleep.

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REQUEST: Hey could I request one with Bucky where they’re arguing and he raises his arm to point at something or run his hands though his hair and the reader flinches thinking he’s gonna hit her? With angst and fluff!

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You had never been more frustrated in your life. Bucky was being completely unreasonable and you hadn’t ever seen him act the way he was before. What started off as a simple conversation turned into an unnecessary argument.

There was a time in your relationship where you hardly fought. It seemed like you were in this permanent honeymoon stage.

But then you had been ordered by Fury to go on an undercover mission for a few days. Nat would be going along with Sam, Wanda and Pietro. You were pretty confident that you and the others could get things done and safely. You were posing as a married couple with Pietro as you both attended a gala.

The guy that you and the others were after was Darren Von Switz. He was one of the head honchos of the new Hydra. He was going to be in Rome at the gala and it would be the perfect time to nab him.

You were packing some gear for the trip when Bucky entered your room.

“Hey, do you happen to know where my thigh holster is? I thought that I left it with my gear from the last mission. I’m going to need it for that dress I have to wear to that gala.”

Bucky sat at the edge of your bed, “No, I haven’t.”

“I’ll see if Nat knows. So, what are you planning on doing while I’m gone?” You asked as you folded a plain black shirt into your bag.

Bucky shrugged his shoulders, not saying anything. You had noticed that he had been quieter than usual ever since he found out you were going with some of the others. It surprised you that he wasn’t coming with you. You both had normally gotten paired up to do things together.

You put down another shirt you were folding and walked over to him. Placing your hands on his shoulders and stepping between his legs, you could tell that he had a lot running through his head.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” You cupped his cheeks with your hands making him look up at you.

“I don’t know.”

“Yeah you do. Tell me.”

Bucky glanced away, “I don’t like how you are going without me. All I’m going to be doing the whole time is worrying about you, wondering what you are doing.”

“I wish that you were my fake husband for the gala.” You chuckled.

Bucky didn’t laugh, he rolled his eyes instead, “Yeah, me too. Pietro is probably so happy about that.”

You moved your hands and took a step back from him, “What do you mean by that?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes a little and cocked his head to the side, “C'mon you aren’t blind, (Y/n). Everyone can see that the kid has some weird crush on you. It’s so annoying that I can’t stand it. You aren’t doing anything to help it either.”

“What exactly am I doing, Bucky?” You tried to remain calm because you didn’t want to argue with him. You had a small feeling that it would end up that way anyways.

“You laugh at his jokes even when they aren’t funny. You let him flirt with you without telling him to stop. It’s like you don’t care about my feelings at all!” Bucky got up from his seat on your bed and moved away from you.

“Are you kidding me right now? I can’t believe that you think that I don’t care about your feelings! Of course I do! I don’t know what has gotten into you today but Pietro doesn’t have feelings for me. He doesn’t flirt with me and if he did, do you think that I would let him?”

“You already do!”

You scoffed, “I can’t believe that you are jealous over nothing.”

“I’m not jealous!” He shouted taking a few steps so that he was closer to you than before.

“Clearly you are! You’ve never acted like this before!”

“It’s because I’m tired of him acting like it’s okay to flirt with you when I’m around.” Bucky groaned and flung his hands up to his hair like he was going to run his fingers through it.

For some reason, you flinched.

Bucky noticed and his eyes went wide, “Why did you-? I wouldn’t have ever–” He took a step back.

“I don’t know why I flinched Bucky. I’m know you wouldn’t–”

He didn’t let you finish your sentence. He hurried out of the room leaving you standing in the middle of your room on the verge of tears.

———-

Bucky didn’t come out for dinner. While everyone else was sitting around the table, Bucky stayed in his room. You had been trying to get him to open his bedroom door, but he wasn’t speaking to you. It was clear to everyone else that something was going between you two but no one brought it up.

Once dinner was over, you had a few hours before you would be leaving with Nat, Sam, Wanda and Pietro. Your stuff was packed but you knew that you couldn’t leave if you and Bucky weren’t on good terms.

Figuring you had nothing to lose, you went back to his room hoping that he was calm enough to let you in.

You knocked on his door softly, “Bucky?”

No answer.

Placing your hand on the knob, you turned it praying that it was unlocked.

You were surprised that it was. You opened his door and saw that it was dark inside. Bucky was lying on his bed facing the window. From his room, he had a perfect view of the landscape outside.

You walked inside closing the door behind you. You went over to his bed and got under the covers, moving over a little so that you were closer to him.

“Bucky?”

He moved to lie on his back. He had been awake this whole time lost in his thoughts.

“Are you leaving soon?”

“Not until things are better between us.”

“I’m sure Fury won’t like that.”

“I don’t care about Fury. I care about you, Bucky. I’m sorry about earlier. I’m sorry about flinching. I honestly don’t know why I did it. I know you wouldn’t ever have hit me.”

“Do you? I can’t control my actions you know that, not with Hydra still having a hold with my brain. Maybe you would be better off with someone else.” He wouldn’t meet your gaze, instead looking up at the ceiling.

“Bucky, don’t say that. I want to be with you. No one gets me like you do. There isn’t another person on this earth that I would rather be with than you. I wish that you could see the way I see you. You’re caring and wonderful and one of the most important people in my life.”

Bucky turned his head to look at you, “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“I’m sorry about before. I’m sorry about all of it. I just-thinking of you with someone else is like a nightmare. I don’t want to ever lose you because then I would be loosing a part of myself. You make me feel whole. I’m too selfish to try and let you go to find someone better. I guess I was letting my insecurities come to head and fighting over something that wasn’t even worth it.” Bucky admitted, his eyes locked on yours.

“There isn’t anyone better. James Buchanan Barnes, you’re the only man for me.”

“I love you, (Y/n).” Bucky whispered before moving closer and pressing his lips against yours. “I’m sorry for picking a fight earlier. Forgive me, please.”

One of your hands went up to his long hair, running your fingers through it softly. Bucky closed his eyes. He loved it when you would do that. He had a hint of a smile on his face.

“You’re already forgiven, Bucky.”

The both of you stayed wrapped up in each other until it was time for you to go.

“Be careful and let me know when you get there okay?” Bucky had walked you to the top floor where the quinjet was waiting. The others were waiting inside giving you and Bucky a little privacy.

You nodded, “I will. Don’t get into too much trouble without me.”

He chuckled, bringing you close for one more kiss. “I promise doll.”