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Leave This Town Pt 2 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Natasha, Wanda

Summary: Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.

Song Inspiration: Sleep on the Floor by The Lumineers

Warnings: none! The mildest of swearing I guess? 

Word Count: 2.3k

Tags are at bottom (TAG LIST IS CLOSED I’M SORRY)

A/N: Holy bananas, you guys. Once I started writing this part, I got carried away  and I’m probably extending this fic by a few parts. heh. I’m so in love with this story, and that’s probably why! I really hope you are too. Any thoughts and feedback are appreciated! I love you all!! :)

***This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5k AU Writing Challenge**

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Originally posted by butteryplanet

Previously: 

“Try the Boysenberry Pie while you’re there. Even for breakfast, it really hits the spot.”

Taking a few steps backward, you gave him a smile, “I’ll do that,” then turning to walk away.“Oh, Y/N!” you heard him call after you and you whirled in place, surprised. 

“Keys. I need your keys.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Right. Sorry.” Digging into your purse followed by a toss of the keys, he caught them out of the air before you headed in the direction of the diner once again.

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A bell above the door jangled lightly as you entered the diner, the smell of hot grease hitting your nose. Straight ahead there was a counter with barstools, a view of the kitchen behind it. To both your left and right along the wall lined with windows, there were built-in booths with splitting vinyl cushions and spotted formica-covered tables.

The waitress behind the counter spoke, drawing your attention. “Hey, sweetie. Take a seat wherever you like, I’ll be with you in a jiffy.”

“Okay,” you responded with a tight smile.

Choosing a booth, you dropped your bag and sat down. You looked around, seeing only 2 other customers currently sitting at the counter with coffee mugs in their hands. Moments later, a pretty redhead approached, wearing a sleeveless button-up flowered shirt and jeans under the apron around her waist. Bright red lipstick painted her lips as she talked to what looked like a regular customer. Probably a local.

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Something More - Four

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: FWB!CEO!Tom

Notes*: This is unedited dbjsfdehjk will edit later, RIP.

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“You get prettier every time I see you.” Tom bit his lip, suppressing his smile when he saw you roll your eyes. He stepped to the side, letting you walk in. You stopped by the entrance and left your heels by the front door.

“That didn’t work in high school, it won’t work now.” You sighed in comfort when you hit the couch. “I’m so freaking tired.”

“Here,” Tom said, disappearing into his room. He walked over to his closet and pulled out a sweatshirt and a pair of boxers. “Bought these, a couple sizes bigger. I know you don’t like wearing pants, so, these should make up for that.”

You smiled, quietly thanking him as you grabbed the clothes and set them next to you on the couch. Your hands reached for the hem of your shirt, lifting it up. You tried to suppress a laugh, you got your shirt off and seeing Tom standing in front of you – his back toward you. “Shy all of a sudden?”

“What?”

“You turned around, so I could change – you’ve seen me naked. On… more than one occasion. In several destinations.”

“Okay, pervert. I get it.” He laughed with you, shaking his head. “I don’t know… You lifted up your shirt and it felt different.”

You didn’t say anything, just furrowed your eyebrows and proceeded to pull the new sweatshirt over your head. You pulled down your pencil skirt and pulled his boxers over your legs, plopping back down on the couch. “Done.”

He turned around, smiling softly. You looked at him from your position – he was already changed. Grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. The look was simple; basic. Or, at least it would’ve been, had you seen someone else wearing it. Tom wasn’t just anyone. He was never just anyone. You weren’t sure he’d ever be just… anyone.

“What did you want to tell me in your office?”

Tom looked at you confused, moving to sit next to you. He reached for the remote. “What are you talking about?”

“Before Brian came in, you were going to say something. You said it was important.”

“I didn’t say it was important. I said, I’d been meaning to tell you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Isn’t that the same thing?” Tom’s phone rang, saving him from answering your question. He looked down at the caller ID, holding up a finger to give him a minute.

“It’s my dad.”

You nodded, grabbing the remote as he got up. He walked out of the room, causing you to narrow your eyes – he never did that before. You shrugged it off, maybe it was a family thing. A family company thing. You watched as he went on to his balcony, trying not to think too much about what he might be talking about that you couldn’t listen to. You looked back at the TV, turning on an old re-run of American Dad. You heard Tom’s muffled voice through the glass, causing you to turn to look at him again.

He looked upset, his hands were tugging at his hair and the hand he held the phone with was shaking. You quickly put the remote down, moving so you could comfort him. You slowly, and quietly, opened the balcony door, walking up behind him.

“God, dad. That’s ridiculous – he’s your client. Why the fuck do I have to deal with the family?” Tom’s voice was strained, the way t always was when he spoke to his dad nowadays. For the past year and a half, the Hollands’ biggest client was trying to set his oldest daughter, who was a couple of years older than Tom, up with Tom. “Blind dates are stupid, and I’m not looking for anything serious right now. I’m having fun with the people I’m with.”

Your eyebrows pulled in again. People? There was more than just you? You walked backwards, leaving Tom alone on the balcony alone. How stupid, you thought to yourself. You thought for a second, back in Tom’s office, he might’ve – stupid. You shook your head, taking the boxers off and pulling your skirt back on. You kept the sweatshirt on, only because it was a little cold outside. You picked up a pen and wrote down a note for him.

not feeling well. won’t be in work tomorrow. sorry.

You placed the pen back on the table and took the sticky note, putting it on the television screen and walking toward the front door. You turned around, seeing Tom getting off the phone. You quickly slipped on your shoes, walking out of the front door. You heard him call your name from the outside, you assumed he was looking for you. You walked toward the elevator and heard him opening his door when the elevator doors were shutting.

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Meet Me In The Hallway; H.S.

She’d always meet me in the hallway. Whether it was four AM, three in the afternoon or so early she had almost had to leave for work, she was waiting for me to come home. For a kiss placed upon her lips, her arms snaking around my waist one of the things I always looked forward to. Gradually, she didn’t wait for me anymore. I don’t know what caused her to be so heartbroken that she’d just laid on the sofa, eyes trained on the television as I passed her.

I know where it started. Rumours. I’m not one to go around and lie that I didn’t do anything wrong, because I’m not perfect – but whatever magazines were slandering about, I knew that wasn’t true. I’d never do anything that would do Y/n any wrong. But I think, and somehow, I hope I’m wrong, that it had gotten through her head. Everything she heard – from so many people – pictures that were ripped out of their context – I just couldn’t blame her. We never spoke a word about it. Per her request.

I hope she still loves me. I hope, that when it gets better, when I get better, she’ll give me another chance and it’ll work out. When I got home today, her last drop seemed to have fallen.

“Y/N, I’m home…” My voice hasn’t been chirpy since she stopped waiting for me – I know I can’t just expect her to do so, but it seemed she enjoyed it as well. I hear a mumble coming from somewhere out of my field of sight, so I take a few steps into my home.

“Harry.” Y/n appears in front of me, apparently completely dressed, her jacket slung over her shoulder. I stare at her, at every aspect of her, and I feel my throat already constricting. “Where are you going love?” Her lip starts quivering and without a second thought I leap towards her and cup her face in my cold hands.

“H., I – I need some time off. I think.” She averts her gaze and I swallow to keep any fluids at bay. Within a split second, I wanted to scream out and vomit all over my floor. She can’t leave me. Not now. “Y/n, sweetheart, where would you go? Please, don’t leave me.”

She just shakes her head. I don’t want her to disappear through that door and not know where she is. I don’t think my heart could handle that. It was more than logical in my mind that the next words flowed past my lips. “Stay. I’ll leave.”

“Harry, no. This is your home; I was just a guest.” She pushes me away from her and starts shrugging her jacket on; but I won’t have it. “The moment you stepped foot insides this house it was also yours. Everything that I own is yours.” My words were heavy and I hope she grasped the nuances behind it. For now, I might as well leave.

“I’ll come collect my things when you’re at work tomorrow.” I mumble, my voice so strained I think she knows exactly how I feel. I take another step towards her, pressing my lips against hers, for maybe, my last time. I didn’t look back, because she would see how much this was paining me.

I had roamed the streets for the rest of the day. I didn’t want Y/n doing this, but right now I didn’t know where to go either. Of course, I could just give Lou or Niall a call and I’m sure they’d help me out almost immediately, but, we were going our own way and I don’t think they liked their former bandmate crashing on their sofa for an unspecified amount of time.

I walk and walk, think and try to force myself to think harder, for it to get better, for me to get better, for some way to work this out. I knew my girl and I know the most important thing she needed now was time. But I wasn’t going down without a fight.

My chest still feels vice-grip-tight, my throat closed off. I’m in some sort of daze where I somewhat realize I’m walking the streets of London, but I have absolutely no idea where I am. At some point, I’m sure I passed Piccadilly Circus, but it seemed so empty. I had never seen it empty.

This is hard, both for her and I alike. I wouldn’t want to think about reading so much slander about my girlfriend and pretending everything is alright. I would’ve cracked months ago. The hours pass and the sun trades his place with the moon.

When I stop in front of his door, I don’t know how much time has passes. I just hope he’s still up. I need a friend, horribly. I hear his heavy footsteps stomp towards his front door and shrug my coat closer to my shivering frame as I hear the familiar click.

“H.? What are you doing here? It’s almost six in the morning, man.” Niall opens the door, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he stares behind me to see if I brought anyone with me – Y/N.

“Y/n and I – uh – we are on a break.” I cast my gaze down, biting my lips while stuffing my hands in my coat pockets. I hear Niall sigh and the door creak. “Come in, H. You want some tea?”

I talk to Niall about it. Every single little thing that has eventually built up to my relationship crumbling at my feet. I feel helpless and I never thought I’d experience something like this again. “I don’t know what to do now, Niall. If I lose her, I’ll practically lose everything. But the horrific part of it all is that I get her and I wouldn’t blame her if she decided to let it be.”

Niall just sits there and lets me ramble. We talk until ten in the morning when he offers his guest room to me. I assure him it’s just for a few days – at most.

Those few days pass and when I’m not doing promo for the new album or recording, I try to stay out of Niall’s way as much as possible. I don’t know what I need to do, but I need to come up with something, fast. I’ve been so occupied in my mind that it’s physically paining me.

I walk the streets, and by now I find that I almost have them all completely memorised. I’ve met some new people, found some new bars. But all I could think about is how much Y/n would like this overjoyed fan, or how much she’s like the paintings on the wall on this art-themed café.

I’ve stopped at my front door many times, about to knock, but deciding not to. This day wasn’t any different, although I’ve been standing here for almost an hour now. I lack the courage of knocking, or just entering, and talking to her. I’m afraid – terrified even – she’ll say the things I don’t want to hear.

Just when I had decided to come back another day, hopefully with more courage, or maybe a box of Y/n’s favourite chocolates, I feel my phone vibrating in my coat pocket. A text message from her flashes brightly onto my phone screen.

Meet me in the hallway.

Should’ve Known Better

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader

Length: 888+ words

TW: Angst! And implied smut! 

A/N: I’ve always wanted to write something like this, but never had any ideas on how to approach it, but it finally came to me! And I really liked how it turned out! I’m writing a second part bc my original plan was making this into another series, but I kinda like it where it ends off with. Lemme know what you guys think! 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

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You opened the door just slightly, eyes widening when you saw familiar green eyes staring back at you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted quietly, an uneasy smile on his face. His shoulders were tense, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, and he looked… defeated. You closed the door again, noticing his little nod, as if he knew it would happen. With shaky fingers, you slid the metal latch, opening the door again, this time wider. He looked taken aback by the action, but he couldn’t hide the relief in his eyes.

“Come in,” you murmured, letting him into your apartment first before following him a few steps in. “What brings you here?” You walked by him, taking the lead into your living room, taking the seat on your couch whereas he stood near the hallway. He examined the small room, the kitchen on the right, the closet on his left, and your open bedroom across from him.

He shrugged.

“Hunt?”

He shook his head. His teeth grinding against his lower lip, as he stuffed his hands in the pocket of his jeans. 

“Dean-”

“I need you,” he blurted out.

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Sweet as a Sour Peach (1/?)

Summary: You’d always kept an eye out for those alpha boys down the road. Either one alone could’ve swept you off your feet but it was both of them together that drove you crazy. Unfortunately, a few too many incidents involving some bad apples turned you off of alphas altogether. So, now you’re content to live out your days on your family’s farm. That is, until Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes show up on your doorstep looking for work.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, eventual Steve x Bucky x Reader

Series Warnings: Farm AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, NSFW (18+), Smut, Angst, Fluff (yes, all of ‘em lol), mentions of past sexual assault, M/M and M/F/M sexual situations, some violence, and all the usual warnings that come with omegaverse stuff

Word Count: ~2268

A/N: The idea was sparked by [this] @angryschnauzer​ post from a while ago that had all sorts of ideas going off in my head until I settled on this one lol. Hopefully I’m not stepping on anybody’s toes by doing this! If so, please feel free to message me about it. If not, hopefully y’all enjoy my farm AU! This chapter is mostly set up, smut in the next one!

Tags are at the bottom! If any of y’all don’t like a/b/o or smut or farm aus or whatever else lol, just message me or send me an ask and I’ll leave you off of the taglist for this series! No hard feelings ♥♥

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Originally posted by flyngdream

Your dress kicked up in the late afternoon breeze but you paid little attention to it as you moved around the yard to prep things for tomorrow’s work. Your father was the only other person around for miles and he’d been cooped up inside the house reading a book for most of the day.The evenings gave you little reprieve from the summer’s heat and it was a wonder that you didn’t waste your days away down by the stream on the back of the property.

With your mother up in town to take care of some paperwork, you’d been left with most of the chores around the farm until she got back. You were taking down the washing when they rolled up in Mr. Barnes old truck, kicking up dust as they rattled down the dirt road leading up to the house. Despite the dust and noisy exhaust, you could still scent the both of them as they pulled up next to your daddy’s truck near the haybarn.

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To Temper the Bad Weather

Request: “Hey! Could you possibly write a high school AU imagine (Kylo X reader) where Kylo has to leave the class because he got angry at what someone said and the reader is out of class too, she finds him and they talk? They could already be slight friends, if you could add some angst and cute stuff that would be great!”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

A/n: Ok. This is it. The fluffiest fic I have ever written. Enjoy

The hallways fell silent as Kylo sauntered down, his stride long and his chin up. He knew he ruled the school; striking either fear or infatuation into the hearts of onlookers with the slight scent of tobacco from his last cigarette mixing with his strong cologne. Black shades, a black leather jacket – he was the spitting image of a stereotypical bad boy, and you’d never let him live it down. Because, to you at least, he was the complete opposite. A sweetheart who became flustered with pink tinged cheeks and a bit of a nervous stutter. To everyone else he was a hard, mysterious figure, while to you he was just a big puppy dog.

“Hey (Y/n).” He uttered, leaning against the lockers next to yours. His hold slipped, and he tried to play it off by running a shaky hand through his hair.

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