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Here is something I did for @meabhd colouring contest 

Your art is simply amazing and when I saw that we are free to colour your lines I thought to myself ‘’ listen Beta, even if you don’t have drawing tablet, even if you don’t have printer and are to lazy to go to the neighbour, you have a damn photoshop and a mouse, for Christ sake go utilize this opportunity to colour meabhd’s lines.’’ And so here I am ^-^. I am not good at many things, drawing being one of them, but with that said I had to do this and I hope it looks… decent. I wish you all the luck with uni and stay awesome. <3

Lines made by Méabh , coloured by me in photoshop using my damn slow mouse. 

"Video Games" Jungkook X Reader (SMUT)

“Video game”

Jungkook x Reader (SMUT)


You headed over to the BTS house. Video game day for Tae, Jungkook and you. You were having a friendly competition to see who would get the highest score by the end of the week. You were way ahead of them jungkook coming in second and Tae last.

You knocked on the door and to your surprise you couldn’t really hear anyone. Jungkook opened the door smiling “hey Y/n!” He said happily. “Hey Kookie! Ready to lose” You teased. He laughed a bit and looked at you for a second “Tae had to go do somethings so it’s just me and you” his voice a bit shakey. You two would be together by yourselves, it made you nervous but excited.

“That’s alright you and I can play while he’s gone” you said as you walked inside. He smiled “alright I got snacks and everything ready” he smiled. You two headed to the room and played for about and hour.

“Y/n you have to be cheating!” Jungkook whined your score being a lot higher than his. “I’m not cheating maybe you’re just bad” you giggled. You glanced over at him, his hair was a bit messy from him running his hands through it. You looked back at you screen and breathed deeply. Jungkook was a very attractive guy and you found yourself staring at him more than once. You looked over again and saw him biting his lip, and then something rose in you. Your mouth started to became dry and you couldn’t look away. “Ha i got you!” He boasted. You looked back at the screen to see your guy dead.

“You’re losing it Y/Nickname” he laughed. You playfully pushed him and laughed a bit. Next round you two were neck and neck “your gonna lose again” he teased “oh yeah” you replied. You smirked and started to tickle him and play with his controller. “Hey” he said trying to pause the game “no cheating” you giggled but didn’t stop. “Y/n stop it” you said through laughing. “Or what?” He teased him tickling him more.

He finally paused it and he quickly tackled you, his body against yours. He had your hands pinned down and was super close to your face. “You couldn’t handle me winning could you” he chuckled.

In that instant you don’t know what came over you but you leaned forward and kissed his lips. He didn’t pull away maybe out of shock but you were so glad. His lips were super soft and they almost tasted sweet. You wrapped your legs around him trying to pull him closer. He let out the softest moan against your lips as soon as his lower body pressed against yours. To your happy surprise he was kinda hard.

He pulled away looking down at you “y/n” he said almost barely audible. You looked up at him and bit your lip he looked so damn good. “Jungkook” you said with a soft moan. He bit his lip and leaned down to you “please I want you” you whispered against his ear.

He groaned and stared kissing your neck, he let go of your hands and caressed your breast. You moaned at The feeling of his touch. You pulled your shirt down a bit so he could get a better feel. His face although very red was also very full of lust. He wanted you as much as you did him. He made his was from your neck to your breast sucking sloppily on your nipple as he played with the other. You squirmed under him out of pleasure moaning at every flick of his tongue.

You couldn’t take it you wanted him you needed him inside you. You started to rock your hips again his feeling his completely rock hard member. “Please jungkook I need you, I need to feel you inside me.” You started to untie his sweatpants quickly pulling out his thick member. His tip was already wet from precum. As you moved your hand softly up and down his shaft he stopped your hand. He looked down at you with hooded eyes “y/n I already know I won’t be able to last long that’s not gonna help either” he said with a little laugh. You smirked “that’s ok I don’t think I will either” you said pulling him down into a kiss.

He deepened this kiss as he slid his tongue into your mouth. “Are you really sure about this about me?” He said softly looking into your eye. “Jungkook I’ve had the biggest crush on you forever, I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather be with” you said making him smile. He spit on his hand a bit to lube himself up. He rubbed your clit softly but was amazed by how soaked you already were. “Wow y/n you’re so wet” he said breathy. “Wet for you” you said back. He let out a soft groan at your words.

He took the head and rubbed it up and down your folds and almost in sync you both moaned. He slowly pushed himself into you. His member felt so big so thick and it couldn’t feel any better.

He started to move slowly making sure not to hurt you but even more making sure not to bust already. “Y/n you’re so warm around me” he moaned. You were about to say something back but he started moving faster. “Fuck” you said louder than you wanted. “I hope you know you’re all mine now” he said with a smirk. “I wouldn’t want it any other way” you said with out hesitation.

He started speeding up a bit you could hear the sound of skin slapping which only turned you on more. He held you close as he moved asking ever so often if you were ok.

You felt your high coming and he must have to. He moved faster feeling your walls tighten around him. “Y/n let’s cum together” he said softly as he pulled you into a kiss. You nodded, he moved deeper in you, your walls almost pulling him deeper. He groaned loudly and reached down to rub your clit “cum for me beautiful” he said breathy.

You felt the coil in your stomach break almost like a damn breaking. You felt a rush of heat and pleasure as you came. “Jungkook!” You moaned loudly him riding out your high before pulling out. He quickly grabbed an old shirt across the room. He pumped once and let out the throatiest moan as he came.

He looked at you both of you catching your breath he pulled you close and kissed you lovingly. “Hey! I’m home guys! We’re are you?” Jungkook franticly pulled away. “Shit Taes back!” You said his eyes wide you fixed your skirt and jungkook fixed his pants.

“Here” he gave you your controller and started the game. A few seconds later Tae came into the room “there you two are! Have you been playing all day?” He asked sitting beside Jungkook. He looked at him for a second “damn she must be winning cause your face is beat red.” He chuckled and Jungkook and you just looked at each other and laughed.

Why Did  You Fail Me? ~Freaky February~ (D.W)

Prompt: I like reviving my old stories! I have a ton more. Here is the one before.

Pairing: Teach!Dean x Student!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: Age gap

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Making Sure

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Words: 1,279

A/N: Part five! I really hope you guys like it! I know the plot isn’t too “action-y” but I think the moments I’m writing about are finally ending up on the sweeter side, rather than their arguments. Also, this part is relatively longer than the other ones, so I hope that makes up for it being posted a day late! Let me know if you want a part six! 

Song: Moonlight; Ariana Grande

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It was only around eight o’clock, but your eyes were falling shut. Dean watched you from the rear-view mirror as you drifted off.

“I knew the whole time, you know.” Sam said quietly, not to wake you.

“Huh?” Dean responded as he turned the wheel.

Sam smiled to himself, that small know-it-all smile, “That you liked her.”

Dean scrunched his nose; he didn’t want to push the topic but curiosity got the best of him.

“How?” He asked.

“Seriously?” Sam looked at his brother, then back at you once more to make sure you were asleep. “Let’s start with that besides you guys fighting nearly every waking moment, you always make her breakfast.”

“So?”

“You get annoyed when I ask you to pass the bottle of juice.” Sam scoffed and Dean rolled his eyes. “Oh-” Sam began to add, “After every hunt, don’t think I don’t notice you checking her skin.”

“What?” Dean pressed on the gas pedal as the light turned green. Sam jerked forward at the sudden movement.

“You always check her for cuts!” He said louder than he intended, and Dean glanced at your sleeping figure quickly, “Don’t think I don’t notice you staring at her once we get back to the bunker. I mean, at first I thought you were just checking her out. But, then I realized you were looking at her arms more than her ass.” Sam said, remembering every time Dean eyed you from the other side of the room, just to be completely sure that you weren’t hurt.

“I don’t-”

“You do.” Sam said matter-of-factly.

“Whatever.” Dean huffed and finally parked back at the motel.

Sam shook his head at his brothers blatant ignorance to his own feelings. Part of him knew it was just Dean putting up a front, but another worried that he would never break down his walls.

With you being Sam’s best friend, he always worried. But he knew his brother, and his brother cared so deeply for you in a way he hadn’t seen him do in years.

Not knowing that you heard Dean confess to you the night before, he wished to himself that you knew exactly how his brother felt. He shook the thoughts out from his head as he exited the car and walked towards the motel door.

“Oh my god!” Sam heard your raspy voice shout from behind him.

“Dude!” He turned around and exclaimed at Dean, who opened the door without first tapping on the window to wake you up. With your palm pressed to the asphalt, and your head in Dean’s hands, you struggled to get back up and onto your feet.

“Nice catch.” You muttered. Little rocks from the gravel rolled off your skin as you wiped your hand against your pantsuit.

“Yeah, uh, I think this is yours.” He held up a bobby pin that must’ve fell out when he untangled his fingers from your hair.

You plucked it from his fingertips and dropped it into your pocket.

Once back in the room you asked: “Are we calling it an early night?”

In silent agreement, everyone reached for their duffels and began to sort through the mess of clothing for something to sleep in. You peeled off your suit jacket, just a thin black camisole remaining. You glanced towards the window and noticed how beautifully the moonlight poured itself through the glass.

Then, you shoved past your jeans and flannel before landing on the t-shirt you’d been wearing for what seemed like the last month. Come to think of it, all the clothing in the duffle was either worn out or completely covered in blood. “Guys?” You asked the dim room. “Is there a laundromat around here?”

Before answering, Sam furrowed his brows. “Uh… yeah. Around the corner actually.”

“Thanks.” You said quietly and slung your bag over your shoulder. Dean began to say something, but being not used to him giving you anything other than negative attention, you continued out of the door before processing that he even began to speak.

It was colder than you had anticipated; you wrapped your hands around yourself, feeling the wind wisp your hair around your shoulders as you walked.

Around which corner?, you wondered, somewhat surprised at yourself that you hadn’t asked for more detailed directions. Streetlights leaked their orange lights onto the pavement, where you watched your feet step one at a time. Eventually though, you reached the small building with the sign that read ‘Open 24/7’ and began to shove your clothes into the washing machine.

It shook your body as you leaned against it, slowly watching the seconds tick by on the clock.

“What are you doing?” A familiar voice pulled your attention towards the door.

“I should ask you,” You looked Dean up and down, “You’re in a laundromat with no clothes to wash.”

He shrugged, “Why the hell did you just leave like that?”

If that was a tone of anger you heard in his voice, you weren’t in the mood for it.

“Why do you care?” You asked, your mind wandering back to all the times he didn’t seem to give a shit about what you did and when you did it.

It was instinct to retaliate against anything he said.

He stood next to you, leaning with his ass pressed against the dryer. You pressed your chin to your shoulder, noticing the lack of space between your arm and his.

“What’s with the third degree?” He asked, a small smile playing on his face.

You sighed, “Don’t know.”

You turned to check how much time was left while Dean’s eyes trailed up and down your arm. The wound that you earned not forty-eight hours ago from the wendigo was painstakingly fresh. The stitches stuck out at odd angles, and he wondered why Sam hadn’t stitched you up. Questions raced through his mind:

Did you sew up your own skin after crying yourself dry that night?

How long was he sitting on that damn bench for?

What did your face look like, all wet and painted with pain as you pulled through stitch after stitch all by yourself?

“Dean!” You said forcefully, waving a hand in front of his face.

He snapped his head towards you, leaving whatever thoughts were encapsulating his mind.

“Yeah?”

“I said you could go back if you wanted.”

“Back?” He asked, not even thinking of leaving you.

“To the motel room.” You picked at a paint chip from the metal machine. “There’s still fourteen minutes left. Then the drying process,” You dragged out your sentence, “plus-”

“It’s fine.” He said matter-of-factly.

You tilted your head at him, trying to figure out what in hell’s name he was doing here with you. It was sobering, you slowly realized, having his presence there with nothing to argue about. 

Just him. Just, Dean.

His eyes met yours as you stood together in silence. You swore he was about to say something before his gaze dropped back down to the ground.

Seconds ticked by on the clock, and eventually you dropped your head onto his shoulder. He stiffened under the sudden movement, and you noticed. Nevertheless, you kept your head planted firmly against him. The back of his fingers grazed yours and somehow they ended up entangled.

“Could this work?” His voice was quiet, but strong.

It took you a few seconds to process what he said.

“Will you let it?” You asked, squeezing his hand unintentionally.

You felt his muscles relax underneath your head as he responded, “I’m in love with you.” He said it so simply, as if he was just discussing the weather.

You swallowed.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” You said slowly.

“It will.”

{ five’s company // ch. 15 }

a/n: up early again. enjoy!

t/w: reader has a hard time one night. other than that it’s good!

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fifteen.

Jefferson was fired the next morning. Just before Jefferson left the office, Alexander punched the man in the face. John turned a blind eye and acted oblivious to it.

John did look up when he noticed Madison rushing over to get in between them, but John so effectively blocked the way to hold Madison back. He was going to enjoy this. 

John smiled, even cheered as Alex yelled, “If you even look at her the wrong way, I’ll call my other boyfriends to kick your ass too!” 

John knew he should have stopped Alex, knew he should have let Madison be the one to pull them apart, he found himself saying, “Land a good punch on him for me too, babe!” 

That was why Washington sent them home for the day with a stern look. With nothing else to do, they decided to go visit you. 

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Never Say Never (Part 3)

Pairing: Arthur (Mr.) Ketch x Reader
Word count: 2,865
Warnings: Cussing. Violence. Mentions of Blood.  Smut. Fingering. Oral Sex (Female). Unprotected Sex. Season 12 spoilers.
Sequel: Part 3/? of  Never Say Never. This ended up becoming a mini-series.  

Authors Note: My use of vampires in this installment has nothing to do with the previews for this weeks show.  It was more about me trying to find a creature that fit into all the criteria I needed for this story.


Special thanks to @lucis-unicorn for being my beta, idea-bouncer, and support system.

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Not the One Part: 3

Summary: The reader has a massive crush on the Winter Soldier but he has eyes for a red headed.

Warnings: ANGST. CUSSING. 

Author’s Note: Thank you all for the love! I just hope y’all will like it.

Originally posted by depressedparalysis

It’s been 6 months since Barnes and Romanoff announced their engagement to the team but it’s been 7 months since they told you privately. It’s been 7 months since you lived in the Avengers tower. It’s been 7 months and you haven’t been the same Y/N everyone knows all to well. You moved out from the tower the day they told you about their stupid fucking engagement and you weren’t the only one who thought it was stupid. The whole team knew your love for the soldier and they congratulated them but they couldn’t help the look of disappointment that was painted on each and every one of their faces. 

You were cleaning your kitchen as Kodaline played in the background. You felt the sting on fresh tears seeping their way threw your waterline. You continued to clean while the tears raced down the sides of your face. 

Broken bottles in the hotel lobby
Seems to me like I’m just scared of never feelin’ it again
I know its crazy to believe in silly things
It’s not that easy I remember it now it takes me back to when it all first started
But I only got myself to blame for it and I accept it now
It’s time to let it all go, go out and start again
It’s not that easy But I’ve got high hopes
It takes me back to when we started

“Hi I’m Y/N, I’ll be your new partner.” You were too excited to be teamed up with Bucky Barnes that you were literally jumping up and down with excitement. Bucky chuckled at your child-like personality and flashed you a winning smile as he turned around to face you fully. 

“Hi I’m Bucky, it’s nice to me you.” He had a faint pink tint on his cheeks while your whole face looked like a damn tomato. You looked anywhere but him and mumbled a ‘you too.’ 

That was the first time you met Bucky Barnes. 


High hopes
When you let it go go out and start again
High hopes
When it all comes to an end
But the world keeps spinning around And in my dreams I meet the ghosts of all the people who’ve come and gone
Memories they seem to show up so quick but they leave you far too soon
Naive I was just staring at the barrel of a gun
I do believe it But I’ve got high hopes
It takes me back to when we started

”Y/N! WATCH OUT!” You felt something percolate down your right side and then you felt the rush of the pain at once. You crumpled into the dirt landing on your side and you saw feet treading towards your line of vision. They stopped abruptly in front of your face and you looked at the mysterious man with the heavy footsteps. You didn’t see his face but you did see the barrel of a gun pointed directly in between your eyes. You didn’t cry or beg, you braced for it. 

“NO!” Bucky tackled the man a little too harshly due to the pain of the tackle the pain shot your shoulder. With a quick snap of the neck, the enemy was laying lifeless in the dirt. You applied pressure to the wound on your shoulder and your side. 

“Bucky I-” 

“You’re so stupid Y/N! You could have gotten everyone killed!” You kept your mouth shut the rest of the ride back to the tower. 

That was the first time Bucky made you feel worthless. 


High hopes
When you let it go go out and start again
High hopes
When it all comes to an end
But the world keeps spinning around
But I’ve got high hopes
It takes me back to when we started
High hopes
When you let it go go out and start again
High hopes
When it all comes to an end
But the world keeps spinning around
[x2]Yeah this world keeps spinning
How this world keeps spinning around

You just received the worst news of your life and you are running away from it. Bucky is getting married to someone who was suppose to be your friend. 

“I’m leaving.” You appeared in the lounge area with your luggage in tow and your eyes hallow. The team paused the movie they were watching for movie night. You decided to tell them together rather than rumors spread or someone be missed. Even Barnes and Romanoff were there. 

“Why?” You scoffed at Steve’s acting and threw him a raised eyebrow to which he returned with a sad shrug accompanied by a tearful smile. 

“I’ll visit.” You smiled to the team as they one by one came and hugged you along with a couple of ‘please don’t go’ and ‘I’ll go with you.” You chuckled at Wanda’s stubbornness to not take no for an answer that she was moving with you. She eventually backed down with some of Visions logical reasoning. The team carried your belongs to the truck as the engaged couple came to talk to you. 

“Y/N.. what happened to you?” Natasha’s comment triggered something in you and you began to sob. 

“Yo-you want to kn-know what happened to m-me? YOU HAPPENED TO ME, BOTH OF YOU!” Your crying began to make your body shake with pain and grief. “You were suppose to be my friend Natasha. I really do hope it’s worth it. I really do hope that you both will fall in love with each other at some point because otherwise the years that I will have to endure without you Bucky, will be wasted.” You sniffled as you finally felt some weight being lifted off your shoulders. You didn’t get a response as you began to walk to the elevators. You looked over your shoulder to find a tear slowly falling down his face and Natasha looking disheveled. 

“Goodbye.” 


You blinked a few times as you remembered the memories that will scar you for a lifetime. Wiping the tears from your face, you made your way to the living room. You dropped your body onto the couch and reached for your laptop, thinking Tumblr would help your mood. You just logged in when your phone began to ring and at the sound you groaned rather loudly. When Steve’s name came on the screen you pressed accept. 

“Hello?”

“Y/N! It’s Bucky, he’s been shot.. he might no-”

“I”M ON MY WAY!!” You were already in your truck when you hear Steve’s panic voice and you sped in the direction of the tower. Not giving Steve a chance to decline you hung up on the Captain. Your eyes began to leak huge tears as you thought about never being able to even hear his voice or see his smile. 

You made it to the tower in less than five minutes and parked your car in the garage then rushed your way to the medical bay. When you got to the medical bay you saw Bucky standing there looking confused and stunned. Your eyebrows furrowed and you walked in further as you examined his stature. Your hair and eyes slowly became a fiery red as you figured Steve lied to you about Bucky’s life being in danger. 

“He did it to get us to talk.” Bucky noticed your rage and began to think it was best to calm you down before you get a hold of Steve.  You had your back turned to the soldier as you tried to calm down for Bucky’s sake and began to slowly turn around and look at him, really look at him. 

“You look like shit.” Your words ran true and you didn’t hold back either. He looked like he just got back from hell. He’s skin is pale and transparent almost, his once blue eyes are now grey and dead, his hair is greasy and messy, his lips were chapped probably from dehydration, his shoulders are slumped and he looks like he hasn’t slept in months. You wrinkled your nose at the man as you thought how sick he must feel. 

At your comment and first words of choice, Bucky threw his head back and clamped a hand over his stomach due to his belching laugh. Your eyes twinkled a little at his smile and the response he gave you. Subconsciously you took a couple steps forward, you wanted to be around him. 

“You too.” You scoffed at his shortness but you laughed through your nose as you found he was right. You turned to look at your reflection on one of the glass windows. Your hair looked like it suffered a hurricane disaster, your eyes were slumped, your skin was paler than usual, your body was slumped over as though gravity was failing and your eyes were red and swollen. You cringed at your appearance in the reflection and tried to fix your hair. 

You sighed and began to walk towards a chair near Bruce’s desk. Bucky studied your every move and you began to grow nervous under his intense stare. You thought about talking but what would you say? So you decided to snoop through Bruce’s desk and you came a across a rubber band ball. You snickered and threw the ball at a wall to your right and watched it bounce off and land in your hands. 

“We should talk Y/N.” You didn’t look his way as he spoke in a gentle manner.

“Talk then.” You began to grow engrossed with the ball and you were about to catch it when a metal hand beat you to it. You rolled your eyes as you stood up and walked towards a table to sit upon. You pushed yourself on the table and looked at Bucky in a waiting stare.

“The team misses you..Y/N please move back in.” You rolled your eyes and stared in a different direction than the handsome man in front of you. 

“No.” Your voice was blunt and held nothing but emptiness. You glanced his way and saw the irritation in his eyes. He obviously didn’t want to do this but you guess Steve made him do it. You rolled your eyes as irritation began to cloud your calm state. You didn’t want to be here unless it was an emergency. This wasn’t an emergency.  

“And why not?” Bucky was getting annoyed with your stubbornness. You whipped your head in his direction in a millisecond. You glared your stone cold eyes at the foolish man before you. 

“Are you seriously asking me that question?” At this point your anger disappeared and was replaced with hurt. Your voice was laced with desolation as you spoke. 

“COME ON Y/N! GET OVER IT, I CHOSE HER! YOU LOST!” Bucky threw his arms in the air and he almost looked pained to say those words. 

“I DIDN’T LOSE BECAUSE YOU NEVER GAVE ME A CHANCE! HOW CAN I LOSE WHEN I WASN’T GIVEN A CHANCE TO COMPETE?!” You had tears dashing down your face and you had abandon your place on the table and now stood before Bucky. You were only two feet away from him as you screamed at his blindness. Bucky seemed at a loss for words so you continued your rant. 

“How can you say you don’t love me when you don’t know the first thing about me? How can you tell me to get over you? I love you Bucky. Do you know what that means? It means I’m going to pretend to love your music even when I want to blow my brains out when I hear Frank Sinatra playing. It means I’m going to always look for your favorite ice cream at the store and if they don’t have it, I’ll find it somewhere in this crowed city because the look on your face when you see it brightens my day. It means I’ll let you think that you killed more bad guys than me on missions because you look so happy when you win. It means I’m going to take all the mean comments and hateful looks because at least you are talking and looking at me. It means I’m going to let you have the last piece of dessert even if it’s my favorite. It means I will hunt down those bastards that did this to you because when I hear you scream at night, the only way I can go back to bed is to go to a HYDRA base and light them on fire. It means that I could listen to you all day about anything and everything. It means that I want you to be happy everyday even if it’s not me and it’s not. It means I will love you forever.” Your voice was gentle and compassionate as you spoke some of the things you love about Bucky. You held eye contact the entire time you confessed your tender feelings. 

Bucky’s lips parted at your confession and gulped a large bubble of air as he took everything you said in. You sighed as you walked to the entrance and leaned on the door. You didn’t want to be here anymore. 

“Steve I will light you on fire if you do not let me go.” Your voice was calm and neutral and that means you were serious about lighting Steve on fire. The door opened with a ‘sorry’ echoing out of the speakers that were installed around the tower. You glanced back at Bucky and began to walk out of the place you use to call home. 


BUCKY’S POV. 

Y/N glanced my way before she finally left the tower. I stood there completely shocked and confused at her confession. I was deep in thought when Steve and Natasha entered the room. Natasha placed a hand on my shoulder that pulled me out of my thoughts and back into reality. Steve stood before me with a sorrow look on his face. He missed Y/N and so did the whole team. Well maybe not Natasha. Wait.

“Nat did you know Y/N is in love with me?” I took a step away from her touch and her presence. 

“Well I mean, yeah.” She chuckled and tried to take hold of my hand but I pulled it back before her skin came into contact with me.

What?” Steve and I said in unison. I was flabbergasted at her confession. Y/N was her friend. 

“Why didn’t you tell me!?” She looked bewildered by my harsh tone towards her.

“I wanted you to myself. Plus we are perfect together.” She spoke in a duh manner that made me give her a ‘what the fuck’ look. 

“We are done.” At my words, she began to become fearful. Her face wore a frightened mask and she began to cry fake tears in hopes I would take her back. 

Steve stood beside me the whole time and didn’t say a word as the scene unfolded. He padded me on the back as Natasha finally left with a huff, seeing she wasn’t getting her way. 

“What now?” Steve stood in front of me as he asked about the game plan now. 

“I need time to figure things out.” My voice was small at how foolish I felt but luckily Steve just patted my shoulder and left with a spring in his step. 

I sighed as my feet carried me to my room to figure out what the fuck I’m going to do now. I rubbed my face as I thought about Y/N’s confession to me. I began to get a thought. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. would you show me all the footage of Y/N we have?” I sat on my couch in my living space that Stark had arranged for all of us. 

“Yes Mr. Barnes.” I hummed as my TV came on and the first thing I see is Y/N. 

I sat back on the couch and made myself comfortable because this was going to take a very long time. 





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Silver Storm (8/?)

Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you, and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts

Pairing:  Bucky x reader , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, angst , a little fluff

  - I wasn’t aware there was already a superhero with this name, so my character is in no way connected to Marvels Silver Storm! *


                                                       Chapter 8
“We didn’t-”

“Oh I don’t want to hear from you, loverboy,” the man spits back at Bucky. Every aspect of this man reminds you of your handler; the authoritative way he stands, the angry features settling over his face, and his tone send fearful chills through your body. You rip your hand out of Bucky’s hold, placing both your hands to your side. Your posture straightens, losing the relaxed slouch. Bucky watches as your demeanor changes, making his change as well. He recognizes all the adjustments you just did, causing his annoyance with Nick to rise.

“So what, Fury? You think you can just barge in here like you own the place?” Bucky shouts, shocking everyone including Fury. You stay silent, your chest tightening at the situation brought on by your presence.

Originally posted by bovaria

“He has a point, Nick. You don’t run the Avengers, we aren’t SHIELD. Who we bring on or dismiss from this team doesn’t need your approval.” Steve steps in backing up Bucky.

“Well your dumbass decision to take in another Hydra asset doesn’t just affect your team, Captain. You think Hydra hasn’t noticed they lost something? They are ripping through SHIELD bases looking for their asset!” His volume increases, making a whimper accidentally fall from your lips. The man you pieced together as Nick Fury turns his full attention to you.

“And just what do you have to say for yourself? Or are you going to let the actual heroes speak for you. I have every right to throw you into a damn cell for all the lives lost at your hands, Silver Storm.”

 No one has used your full title since the day on the roof. The sound of the title accompanied with the strict tone snaps you into soldier mode. It’s not as intense as it was before but your mind still goes mostly blank and the blind need to follow orders is present. You stand to full height, shoulders squared, eyes empty, and hands glued to your side. The entire table goes tense, recognizing the transformation from when Bucky still had it wired into him. Bucky stands next to you, fists balled at his sides.

“Well Silver Storm, y-”

 You lock your eyes to Fury’s .“Готовы выполнить, сэр (ready to comply, sir).” The words came out emotionless , sending shivers through Bucky.

Originally posted by shadowing-not-smothering

“Get the hell out,” he growls, glaring coldly at Fury.

“I’m not going anywhere! I want a damn explanation of your great plan, Barnes. You think you can save her? You can stop Hydra from finding her?” Steve places a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, preventing him from lunging at Nick.

“What the hell has gotten into you? You want a plan, Nick? They did they same thing to her as they did to me, so I’ll be damned if I don’t do everything in my damn power to undo the hell they put her through. You have no idea what we’ve went through. You just managed to undo everything she’s accomplished so far. She’s supposed to feel safe here; not like she has to fucking obey orders. She is a human, not a fucking weapon. She can join the team if and when she is ready. No one, especially you, is going to control her.” Bucky is livid, his blood boiling at the way Fury just barged in making ridiculous demands and accusations. He turns to you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. He sees the blank stare in your eyes which angers him more.

“Вернись ко мне, солнышко мое (come back to me, my sunshine),” he says while looking into your eyes. His words register in your mind; they don’t set in right away but after a few minutes he sees your eyes shift back to normal.

Tears leave your eyes as you see his face go from worried to relieved. What did I do? Your breathing starts to pick up rapidly, as anxiety blooms in your body. Your hands begin shaking and you squeeze your eyes shut. They aren’t going to want me here anymore. How did I fall back into a soldier so quickly? Bucky pulls you to him, locking you in a tight embrace.

“It’s alright Y/n, nothing bad happened, you didn’t do anything. It shouldn’t have even happened,” he whispers in your ear, trying to put an end to your anxiety attack.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore, Bucky,” you sob into him. He runs a hand through your hair while glaring at Fury.

Originally posted by exist-in-mind

“You aren’t going to hurt anyone. That isn’t who you are.You know that, I know that, and the team knows that. You are safe here. This won’t happen again; I won’t let it.” He places a kiss on your forehead. You pull away when the anxiety starts to fade.

“I think he is right,” you say quietly, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Y/n-”

“No Bucky, what I did isn’t okay. It’s not fair that people are losing their lives because Hydra is looking for me. But I want to be ready. They will look for me and they will find me. I can’t just sit and let all of you fight my fight. Bucky was able to undo most of the damage, so I’m not going to do any less. I’ve never been a damsel in distress, at least I think, so I’m not about to start.” You look at each member of the team and then your gaze lands on Fury. He is not my handler. I do not have to be afraid of him. I am not his property. I am one’s property.

“I don’t know who you are or what you do, but you have no right to speak to me as if you have authority over me. You don’t have a right to speak to anyone like that and if that’s what you want, then go work for Hydra. I’ve been controlled around and I’m not letting an angry man with an eye patch make me feel like his bitch. So I’d listen to Barnes and get the hell out before I decide not to be so forgiving of your rude interruption during our family breakfast, buddy,” You spit out, sass oozing off every word.

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Bucky wraps an arm around your waist, wearing a proud smile.

“You heard the lady, elevators are that way Fury,” Tony says, pointing to the hall. Nick shakes his head, sending you a smirk before he heads to the elevator.

“Looks like you’ll fit right in here, Y/n,” he says, a hint of entertainment in his voice. You along with a few others are confused beyond belief. He just - didn’t he just yell at me?

“Keep that mindset. You aren’t what Hydra made you to be anymore. You’re better, use it against them, show them you made a hero out of weapon. And by the way, the government was somehow made aware of your residence here, so I’d expect a visit,” He calls over his shoulder as he steps into the elevator. You look around, noticing Natasha and Clints smirks.

“What the hell just happened?” you ask.

Natasha speaks up first. “Nick isn’t a bad guy, y/n. You’ve been through hell, but Hydra gave you something that you can use to help people. You just needed a push to -”

“You just manipulated me, is that what you’re saying?” you question through clenched teeth. Nats expression falls, realizing that is exactly what they did. It wasn’t just her though, it was Fury and Clint’s idea, too.

“I - we didn’t mean to-” Clint starts, but your hand flies up, signalling him to just stop.

Originally posted by arlothia

“I get it, I get why. But seriously? I’ve been manipulated and controlled enough. Can’t I just have some time to, oh I don’t know, fucking relax. I was turned into this against my will, never getting a fucking break. Of course I want to help the freakin’ world, but I need to breathe. I thought you guys of all people would understand,” you say, looking around to each of them. You didn’t know who exactly was in on that little show but you have a feeling Bucky and Steve were not. You move away, leaving the kitchen. You glance over your shoulder, seeing the disappointed looks the two super soldiers are giving the rest.

They aren’t wrong but I will not stand being manipulated. Not by people I thought were becoming my friends. Wait, how did the government find out I was here?



   It’s been a few days since Fury’s visit and things are returning to normal between you and the team. Nat and Clint apologized but you waved them off, understanding why they did it. You’ve been trying to figure out what to do about the government finding out about you. Do you run? Are they going to arrest you? Take you away from Bucky?

You’re sitting across from Tony in his lab, watching him reassemble one of his suits.

“Tony, what are we going to do if they come for me?” you question. He doesn’t look away from his work when he answers.

“Who? Hydra or the government?”

“Both. I know Hydra’s a pain in the ass but I’ve heard Secretary Ross isn’t a walk in the park either,” you reply. Tony lets out a snort at your answer.

“Well you’ve got that right. We’ll figure it out, kiddo. They finally ended up letting Barnes and the Accords slide, so I don’t see why you’d be any different.”

You nod at his response, not having anything else to say.

“Miss Y/n, Sergeant Barnes is waiting for you in the gym,“ FRIDAY announces. You get up, saying goodbye to Tony.

I wonder what he wants? The elevator ride to the gym isn’t long. When you step into the gym your eyes instantly go to Bucky. He was standing near the weights, using his discarded shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. Hot Damn. Your eyes look over his body, taking in the lines and muscles.

“You come to work out or just stare at Barnes, y/n?” Sam’s voice startles you. You let out an awkward laugh.

“I guess I’m busted,” you say, a blush coating your cheeks. You hear Buckys laugh and catch his gaze.

“Oh doll, you can stare at me all you want,” he says with a wink. You hear Sam gag, pulling another laugh from you.

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

“Why did you call me down here?” you ask Bucky as he walks over to you.

“I was wondering if you would want to spar?” he questions. You freeze. You haven’t come anywhere near the gym since you came here. You haven’t felt the need to workout or practice your fighting since you left Hydra.

“You don’t have to sweetheart, it was just a suggestion.” You can tell by his voice he regrets bringing it up. He shouldn’t have to step on eggshells around me. Maybe I should practice a little.

 “I don’t know, I wouldn’t want to embarrass you in front of your friends, darling.” You shrug and go to leave.

“Oh whoa whoa, who says you’ll beat me?” he playfully asks. You roll your eyes.

“I won’t just beat you, I’ll kick your ass into next week, Buck,” you tease. Probably shouldn’t be so sure of myself, but what the hell. Wouldn’t hurt to try, right?

“Ohhhh man, Tin Can. You gonna take that?” Sam helps instigate, making you smile. “I bet she could do it, look at these arms.” Sam lifts your arms to prove his point.

Originally posted by havemanymonkeys

“Alright doll, let’s spar then. Unless you’re all talk?” Yes, yes I am. You smirk, covering up your nervousness. Sam asks FRIDAY to notify the rest of the team, wanting to get a bet going on who’s going to win. When everyone arrives, you and Bucky step into the sparring ring.

“Alright, I’ve got $20 on Y/n!” Sam yells. You don’t pay attention to who else sides with him, you just lock your eyes on Bucky.

“What are you going to bet, Doll? What do I get when I win?” his lips twitching into a cocky smile. When? Oh you’re going down Barnes.

“If you win, you can have whatever you want. But when I win, I get to…” you think for a minute, trying to come up with something you know he wouldn’t agree to normally. Then it pops into your head. “When I win, I get to do your make up, hair, and nails.” His eyes bug out of his head.

Originally posted by paramuswriter

“Deal. I can’t wait for my prize,” he says with a smirk and a wink.

“Okay guys, start on 3. 1….2…3!”

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Request: “Body Say”, by Demi Lovato - Happy imagine

Request: Happy imagine based off of body say by Demi Lovato please.

Listen the song HERE

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: smut 

Originally posted by lowmans

You met Happy Lowman in Tacoma, when your brother just had opened his tattoo shop. Happy was a young Son, but already had a few happy faces on his abdomen, counting killings for the MC. He was intriguing and you watched him whenever nobody was looking as you helped in the tattoo shop. He always respectful, but didn’t look away either, actually, his dark brown eyes seemed to see right through you. You were attracted to him and usually would have made a move by now, but Happy also let you nervous, you didn’t quite know why.

Your brother was throwing a party and you were already feeling tipsy. You thought the fresh air would do you good, so you walked outside. You also thought you would be alone, since everybody was dancing and drinking inside, but you weren’t. Happy was there, seated on the stairs, holding a beer and petting your dog.

“Sorry”, you mumbled, already turning around to go back inside, “I thought nobody was here”

“You don’t have to”, he got up, “It’s your house, I’m the one intruding”

You bit your lip as he passed by you. You didn’t know what got into you, just grabbed his wrist, making Happy stop. He stood still as you came closer. He didn’t pulled back, which was a good sign, so you pressed your lips over his. His reaction was a surprise. You had thought he would reject you, but there he was, pressing your body against the house, kissing you liked you’ve never been kissed before. You pulled him to closer, slightly scratching his scalp and feeling a deep growl from within his chest. Suddenly, Happy broke the kiss.

“We can’t”, he grunted and walked backwards. You could see his chest heaving as he tried to control his breathing. Happy Lowman wasn’t that stoic all the time after all, “Your brother is my best friend, you’re off limits”, he answered to the question you hadn’t verbalized yet and then marched back inside. You stood there, catching your breath and thinking about what just had happened.

—————

Happy had been avoiding you at the tattoo shop. You played nice, respected his wish, but you knew he wanted you and you had a limit for your ‘good girl’ acting. You already had a plan to break Happy Lowman, make him admit what he wanted. What you both wanted.

If I had it my way, I would take you down
If I had it my way, I would turn you out
And if my body had a say, I would come again
Scared of what I might say, ‘cause I’m at the edge

Happy wasn’t the only Son you and your brother knew. He had tattooed many of the guys and was considered a friend of the club. You two were always invited to their parties. Another one of those big and famous parties was about to happen and your brother wasn’t going, so you decided to take the opportunity. You were optimistic, maybe would get lucky, so you chose a lingerie and dress especially for the occasion.

You entered the clubhouse and greeted your friends. You looked around, trying to find Happy, but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. You sat by the bar and asked for a beer. 

“What are you doing here?”, you heard Happy’s raspy voice behind you just a minute later. You smiled as you turned around to face him.

“I’m here for the party”, you looked him up and down.

You saw his jaw twitch and smirked. Happy leaned closer, failing in try to look intimidating. You weren’t afraid of him, “Your brother isn’t here”

“No”, you shrugged. You got up, brushing your fingers on his kutte. Happy clenched his jaw and grabbed your wrist, not letting you walk away.

“I see what you’re doing”, he hissed, “I told you we can’t and I stayed away, you should do the same. Why don’t you listen?”

“Believe me Happy”, you licked your lips, “This is me listening you. If we were doing this my way… I would be taking you to your bedroom right now, do everything I want to”, you leaned closer to whisper on his ear, “It would be so good Lowman. You had no idea. Aren’t you curious to see what I’m wearing under this dress?”

“It’s not gonna work”, he pulled back and swallowed. You just smiled and walked away.

If I had it my way, I would take the lead
And if I had it my way, I would take you deep
If my body had a say, I’d get it off my chest
Show you all the red lace underneath this dress

You had to admit, break Happy Lowman wasn’t as easy as you had thought. You had sat across the room and had been staring at him for the past half hour. Your eyes had met a couple times, but he was determined to act nonchalant and drink his beer. You decided to enjoy the party then, dance for a while. You were alone at the dancing floor, but then a hangaround came closer. You turned around to dance with him, but before his hands could touch your hips, a furious Happy Lowman was pulling you away.

“Happy!”, you tried to get his attention but he only stopped when you were on his bedroom. Instead of yelling at you as you thought he would do, Happy pulled you to him, fiercely kissing you. You tugged on his kutte, the other hand held his wrist as he cupped your face.

“Fuck!”, he pulled back and hissed, “Why are you torturing me? I said we can’t”

“Stop Happy”, you whispered, “We both want the same thing, I see the way you look at me… And our kiss the other night! We can’t deny it”

“Is this what you want?”, he asked, still cupping your face, making you look at him.

“Yes”, you whispered.

“Damn it little girl”, he closed his eyes and shook his head, “You will get what you want, but we’re doing this my way”

And our eyes are crossing paths across the room
There’s only one thing left for us to do

Happy let you go and walked backwards, his eyes darkening. “Strip”, he just said. You swallowed and reached for the zipper on your dress. His pupils widened when he saw the red lace covering your skin, but he just watched and waited. You unclasped your bra, letting it fall on the floor, then you took off your panties and heels. Your skin was warm under his look and you were already wet. “Lay down”, Happy commanded and without a second thought you obeyed, your eyes never leaving his.

You watched Happy calmly sit down to take off his boots and put his clothes perfectly folded on a chair. He walked to you, only in his boxers, and took his time admiring your body. He hovered over you and brushed his lips on yours, “You’re absolutely stunning”, he whispered and then kissed you. His hands roamed your body, slowly caressing your skin.

“Happy”, you begged when he moved his mouth to your neck. You spread your legs, desperately needing some friction. Happy pulled back and pinned your legs in bed when you tried to wrap them around him.

“I said we would do it my way”, he warned you. You sucked in a breath as he kissed down your body. His hands weren’t near where you need them most and you were trying hard not to squirm under him. You needed more, faster, harder. You needed Happy.

You can touch me with slow hands
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat
Dreamland, take me there 'cause I want your sex

You could only feel, your eyes closed as his lips continue to explore your body. You whined as you felt his hot breath on your core, but neither his tongue or fingers touched you. “All fours”, Happy commanded again. You looked over your shoulder as you turned your back on him. “Bend”, he said and you did, then he finally gave in. Happy slowly licked your pussy, savored you. You moaned as he flicked his tongue over your clit, making your walls already clench for him.

“Please”, you whined.

“Please what?”, he asked, tightening his grip on your hips.

“Your fingers”, you begged, “Please I want them inside me”

“Hmm”, he hummed and teased your slit with a finger. You tried to move your hips, but Happy pulled back and grabbed you, “Stay still”

Your tried to, as he slowly slid one finger inside you. Happy pumped it a few times before add a second finger as his other hand caressed your back. His fingers were hitting just the right spot inside you, your moans were louder and your body was in control, your mind blank.

“You are close, aren’t you baby girl?”, Happy asked, softly kissing your lower back.

“Yes”, you whimpered and then his fingers left you, “Happy”

“Patience gorgeous”, you heard Happy walk around the room. He stopped next to the bed and you glanced at him. Happy took off his boxers and grabbed a condom. You licked your lips and propped your body up on your arms. Happy smirked at you. He spread your legs and made you moan sliding his cock through your folds. He slowly pushed inside you, stretching your pussy to welcome his thick member.

“Fuck”, you hissed, biting your lip.

“Yeah”, Happy growled behind you, “Is this what you wanted baby girl? You wanted me to fuck you”

“Yes”, you moaned as he slowly pulled out, “This is what you wanted to, fuck me”

“From the very first time I saw you”, he admitted and pounded inside you. He squeezed a breast and moved his hand to rub your clit. He thrusted deep, hard and left hickeys your skin. You moaned his name, your fists grabbed the sheets. He growled and panted as you clenched around his cock, getting closer again.

“Hap…I can’t…I’m gonna come”, you whined.

“Let go baby girl, just let go”, he whispered on your ear and your body convulsed in an orgasm. Happy caressed your skin, he pulled out of you and gently laid you on your back. He kissed you as he entered you again. It wasn’t urgent anymore, his pace was slow and he kissed you. You moved a hand to your still sensitive clit and rubbed it. “Y/N”, he grunted.

Happy picked up a pace again and you felt your walls pulsing. He was deep inside you, grunting as he came and you whispered his name. You both were breathing deeply and looked into each other’s eyes. You kissed him; a smile was on his lips. You didn’t know if you should cuddle with him or not. He got up to throw away the condom and you watched him. Happy got back in bed and laid by your side, looking at the ceiling.

“Hap…”, you carefully said, “I know you think we shouldn’t have done it. I know my brother is your best friend and I should be off limits but… I don’t care what he thinks and to be honest, he wouldn’t fight with you or something, he would let us do what we want”, you sighed and laid on your side to look at him, “So…What now?”

“I’m glad you didn’t listen me”, he turned his head to look at you.

“Yes?”, you smiled as he put a strand of hair behind your ear.

“We’re gonna do it your way from now on baby girl, whatever you want”

If my body had a say, I wouldn’t turn away
Touch, make love, taste you
If my body told the truth, baby I would do
Just what I want to

There’s only one thing left for us to do 

Title: Older Man

Code: LB0003

Requested by: @jez-zolnierz

Words: 1,281

Note: Cute cute cute idea! Thank you!

“…and that’s it.” You were shaking like a leaf in front of your boss. You had just finally confessed your feelings for him. The feelings you had been holding in for months. You were standing in his living room, pacing back and forth while he calmly relaxed on the couch. You sighed, “I don’t expect reciprocation, I just had to get it off of my chest.”

He looked at you. To your horror, he cracked a smile and let out a small chuckle.

Your brow furrowed. “What’s funny?”

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Bar Time Blues - Dean x Reader

Synopsis: (Y/N) has had a pretty crappy past with birthdays, what about this time around?

Warnings: Alcohol… lots of it, angst, language

Word Count: 1320

A/N This is for @splendidcas  ‘s birthday fic challenge, so my prompt was “You believe me, right?” and I like how it turned out. 

Note to Shannon: I’d like to say happy birthday to you lovely person, and also, you know how badly I wanted this to end in angst? It was perfect, but no, it has a fluff fluff end. :)

Another year older, another shitty birthday. That’s how the saying goes right? No? Oh, well it should. At least for you anyways, for the past three years, the so-called ‘special day’ had been nothing but bad luck. Your best friends were always gone on a stupid hunt, promising they would be back to celebrate, but shocker, they never were.

They left you to sit in the bunker by yourself every damn time, and you were sick of it frankly. Always being stood up and having to spend the day sitting on your bed watching movies on your laptop. Then the night you went out to the closest bar to drink away the loneliness and maybe hook up with whoever you saw that night.

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❝ Just like you baby. ❞

Plot: RM and you are both idols and your groups are on the MAMA SHOW AWARD and he shows skinship, he is boyfriend material on the show, on the red carpet and after the show

Rap Monster xReader

Words count: 1,1k+

For @littlee-cutiee, I hope you like it! Kyu^^.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by myjaebutt

‘Welcome to all those who have just tuned into this amazing event,’ One of the presenters of the major awards said, ‘If only you could all feel the amazing vibe that is going on right now.’

‘Look at all these amazing artists,’ The female presenter said with a smile, before waving towards someone for their attention, ‘Ahhh Rap Monster!’

Said male turned to the elder lady and had a soft smile on his face. He extended his arm to a beautiful female who held onto it gently and followed him with the dress flowing freely behind. You walk with your boyfriend of a good 2 years. He had been such a gentleman since arriving to the awards show. Not only because you were both idols but because he was genuinely looking out for you, despite this not being your first MAMA. From helping you out of the limo to helping you put on your shoes before stepping into the public eye, because he didn’t want you to bend down in your beautiful dress that now adorned your perfect body.

‘Hello.’ He bowed, you still at his side.

‘You look rather dashing tonight, Rap Monster-ssi.’ The presenter complimented him with a warm smile, ‘And so does your beautiful girlfriend. Please tell us who you are bother wearing.’

‘My beautiful girlfriend and I are wearing Versace, but her beauty does more justice then my face does to the clothing.’ He now had his hand on the lower part of your back, sending shivers up your spine.

‘Please give us a preview of the amazing outfits.’ The celebrity couple were asked as a camera panned you and Rap Monster.

Rap Monster wore a black fitted suit with a red shirt that matched your stunning dress. His tie was a black bow tie that matched his black waistcoat and formal shoes. There was gold cufflinks that brought the entire outfit together. His hair was styled up with his signature smile on his face. Stepping back he gestured you so take front stage. Taking your hand, he made you twirl around so that everyone could just see how gorgeous you were looking tonight. You wore a long flowing red dress with a long back and front neck line. The sleeves were red lace, that had an intricate pattern, that ran down to your wrist with a deep slight up your left leg. You wore golden heels that matched your boyfriends cufflinks. Your hair was styled in an elegant messy bun with simple jewellery accentuating your beautiful face.

‘Doesn’t she just look so damn beautiful?’ He asked the two presenters before placing a kiss on your knuckles.

‘Absolutely stunning.’

‘I am one lucky man, aren’t I?’

You couldn’t help but chuckle, ‘You are so cheesy, Joonie.’

Lacing your fingers together, he guided you towards the walk through, ‘Rap Monster!! Over here!!!’

Being used to this, the both of you begin to pose for each click of the camera that came your way, ‘Yes over here!!!’

‘The camera’s love you Jagi.’ Rap Monster said through a smile as you both turned your head at every shout.

‘So they love me or you, Mr Rap Monster?’ You teased as his arm moved from your lower back to around your waist.

‘How about a kiss!?’ A reporter shouted out towards the two of you.

Looking at each other, Rap Monster didn’t hesitate one bit in placing a soft yet passionate kiss on your lips, ‘That is such boyfriend material !!’

‘I would like to agree with that.’ You giggle as you both break apart and laugh at what the fangirls had just said towards Rap Monster.

Skinship was something Rap Monster was never afraid off. From holding your hand, to a quick kiss and all the way to sexy whispers in your ear that would have you weak at the knees. You mentally thank yourself for having him to hold onto during those times. Walking into the main venue, you both went to take a seat. Both your groups were placed next to each other, so you were able to sit next to him throughout the entire show. Even though your group had only been around for two year, he never held that against you. He always treated you like a real artists and his Queen. Settling down, you crossed your legs and he placed his strong hand on your thigh. Leaning over, he pecked your neck before you placed a hand over his.

‘The young talent is phenomenal to see tonight!’ The host began his introduction, ‘Just look at all these beautiful and handsome idols! Aren’t they just simply amazing? Don’t worry old idols, you are all as amazing as well’ The crowd cheered, ‘And isn’t the young love just as wonderful?’

As he asked that, the camera zoomed to you and Rap Monster sitting with your groups, ‘Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!’

‘Wait what?’ You asked, shocked at the chanting that was happening.

Placing a hand on your face, Rap Monster caressed your cheek before placing a delicate kiss on it, ‘Aren’t they just adorable! Ah young love is always so inspiring. We hope for good music due to this happiness, Rap Monster.’

Nodding his head, Rap Monster smiled before pointing at you and hold a thumbs up. The show progress and you had slipped backstage to get dressed for your groups performance. All changed, BTS was before your group. Watching your boyfriend from the wings, you smiled at how god damn sexy he looked doing what he does best. Looking to the left and seeing you, he gave a quick smile and wink in your direction before returning to the show. You could swear that he had you swooning for the reminder of his stage. Soon you took the stage and the crowd went crazy.

‘Y/N!’ You heard a distinctive voice yelling out and you couldn’t help but smile hard as you spotted Rap Monster fanboying over your dancing and singing. Himself and Suga held up a board with ‘We Love You Y/N’ sprawled on it in big letters.

Chuckling to yourself you make a cute heart with your arms above your head before finishing off the performance with a bang. The last award was given as you and your group went backstage to change. With the show ending, you went to get your things together. In a changing cubical, you slipped on the dress when suddenly you felt a presence behind you. Their hand zip the dress up and place a sweet kiss on your neck.

‘You were amazing, baby.’ The familiar voice made you melt in his touch, ‘I am so luck to call you mine.’

Turing around you see he is all dressed in his formal clothing as well, but his arms are behind his back, ‘What you got there, Joonie?’

‘Just some beautiful flowers for an even more beautiful woman.’ He produced a bouquet of stunning red roses.

‘They are gorgeous.’ You take them in your hands and inhale their sweet fragrance.

‘Just like you baby.’

As far back as you can remember, you could do anything. It took a long time before you realized you couldn’t. Of all the things you couldn’t do, music hurt the most. You got a shitty black strat when you were fifteen and you have never known anything more beautiful. On the good days, you couldn’t remember yourself when you played. On the good days, people said you sang with your hands. Whenever you looked at her, you knew why you were here. You were lazy, though. You always have been. Practice was boring, and your fingers never listened. So you played what you played and never learned anything new. Your guitar gets stolen one day and a little piece of your heart goes with it. You get a new one that looks just like her, but she doesn’t have your fingerprints and she’s missing a little bit of your soul. Twenty years go by and you still sound like you’re fifteen. You still sing, but there’s a sour taste on your tongue and your fingers shake a little. You find other artistic outlets so you don’t go mad. You take pictures of things and you write some words just so you can sing a little. People like them. You wonder if they know you’re a fraud. There’s a voice in your head every day that tells you time is running out and your friends look at your face and ask you why you look so damn sad all the time and you choke out a bitter smile and tell them you’ve got a lot on your mind. And every day you come home and look at an aging cliche in the mirror, run your aching hands gently over your guitar and tell her tomorrow. She looks at you, but she doesn’t say anything anymore. Some days your fingers shake, some days they lock. They always hurt. You don’t go to the doctor because you know what they’ll say. You still play sometimes and the thirst is still strong, but every day you die a little more. A girl you see sometimes casually mentions she’s never seen you smile. You grin at her and she smiles back hard like she doesn’t even know you’re a fake. You sit in the back of smoky bars sometimes and watch the music makers sing with their hands and you wonder if they can see your tears in the dark. Years go by. Your hands hurt bad now. They say you have a thing with too many syllables to pronounce. They say you can’t sing anymore. You smile like a man who just lost everything. You stumble home and stare at your middle aged face and you’re not quite sure how you spent fifty two years not doing the only thing you were made for, and that’s the only thing that hurts more than your hands. You pick her up, blow off a river of dust and play a little. It still feels like you’re singing. You put her down. “Tomorrow, we’ll play, ” you say quietly. “Tomorrow. ” Tomorrow, they bury you together. Your tombstone says, “Here lies a man who could. ”
Any drag kings/cosplayers wondering how to contour masculine features

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His masculine-as-fuck pointy face hits all the points.

Look at where he has shadows. Look at where he has light. Paint that on your damn face.

Frank fucking Grillo

Not Just Any Woman. Sherlock.

Requests: 1) Oh my god requests are open!!! Can I request a dom possessive Sherlock smut where the reader gets jealous of Irene and so to get back at him she starts talking to other guys and Sherlock gets all possessive and jealous??? and 2) Can I get a smut with Sherlock where he & the reader have a fight and then have rough (with concence always) make up sex against the wall or on a table (definitely not it bedroom if you can) thank YOU!  Love ur blog & the days requests are open💝 

Triggers: Smut. Jealousy. Angry sex.

Word Count: 1395

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Aphrodisiac - (Negan x Female)

@This is the first fic I have ever written.Feedback is SUPER welcome. If people enjoy this, I’ll write a part 2. 

I chose the Valentine’s Day prompt from flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash’s 2k Writing Challenge. I did pick the prompt as @asshatry but I’m posting it here on my new side blog. 

I want to give a BIG THANK YOU to @my-achilles–heel for not only editing this, but for making me feel so welcome in the thirst squad. <3 You’re the best.

Warnings: Fluff and a little bit NSFW 

Synopsis: Negan wants to make her his next wife. She’s always turned him down, but now it’s Valentine’s Day and that man can be persistent…. 

I woke up that morning already in a bad mood. Maybe I had slept funny or was tossing and turning again. I wasn’t really sure. I kicked my legs over the edge of the bed and stretched, hoping the movement of my muscles would cause an overall feeling of relaxation. It did, but the feeling subsided way too quickly and I cursed softly under my breath. It was going to be a long day.

Then I remembered what day it was.

Valentine’s Day.

The dreaded, lovey-dovey holiday for all the romantic couples looking to rub it in everyone’s faces that their love is pure and strong. Bleh.

Somehow there was a silver lining to the dead coming back to life because the heart shaped candies and roses were a thing of the past. Now, holidays were a little more toned down, and I kind of preferred that.

I had been living at The Sanctuary for only a few weeks and before that, I hadn’t even known what day it was. Little things like that didn’t matter when it came to survival. But here, in this world…in his world, I could embrace those little things again. The date. The time. Being safe was a luxury that allowed attention to detail.

But there was a reason I was dreading today, and his name was Negan.

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Originally posted by spn-spam

Pairing: Sam x daughter!Reader, Reader x Twin, Dean x niece!Reader, Zach (OC), Hank (OC)
Word count: 1,308
Warnings: Slight angst

Part 9 of Twins


The second you saw the sign for your town, your excitement caused Dean and Y/T/N to jerk awake in the back. “Wow.” Dean groaned, sitting up. “That was loud. Where’s the fire?” He yawned.

Sam laughed, shaking his head. “We’re almost to Zach’s house.” He explained, earning a nod from the occupants in the back. “Do you want to stop somewhere first? I didn’t know if you’d want to clean up since we’ve been in the car for like 14 hours…” He glanced at you.

You shook your head, grinning. “My 6 month old won’t care, and well, even if Zach did, that doesn’t bother me.” You shrugged. “I mean, he did kinda watch me give birth to his kid.” You muttered.

“To his house we go, then.” He said, letting a silence fill the car after. Your excitement seemed to buzz around all of them. Sam was a bit nervous, because well, he was about to meet his Grandson. Dean was still waking up, and Y/T/N was happy for you.

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