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Laurel’s Guide to Grimoires

A while back I made a post about how I organize my Grimoire/Book of Shadows and for a long time since then I’ve wanted to a sort of 101 for creating a Grimoire/Book of Shadows. Be warned, this will be a long post! As always, this is merely my opinion, my word is not law.

(UPDATED 4/24/17; All updates are marked)

Originally posted by ephemeralsyzygy

-The Grimoire Basics-

What is a Grimoire?

As my own personal definition, a Grimoire is simply any book used by a witch in his/her/their own personal practice. There is no limit as to what a Grimoire can or cannot be, as each one is as unique as the witch who wrote it.

How do I use a Grimoire?

A grimoire is used to document, or keep track of, any magickal information that is relevant to the practitioner.It serves to log everything you need to know in your own personal craft. 

-Types of Grimoires-

These are my own personal “styles” of grimoires that I have made over the years. These are not the only “kinds” of grimoires, merely suggestions.

- “Textbook” Grimoire: This is a grimoire that is set up to serve as a reference book, a book strictly for spiritual or magickal information. 

- “Practical” Grimoire: This is a grimoire that can serve a practical purpose, such as a recipe or spell book. Often more portable than a standard grimoire.

- “Inspirational” Grimoire: These are often called inspiration journals. They are filled with spiritual images, quotes and writings to serve as a sort of “bible.”

- “Memory Keeping” or “Journal” Grimoire: This is a grimoire that serves to be a personal record of thoughts and feelings pertaining to spiritual activity in your life. 

-Grimoire Keeping Methods-

- Blank bound or spiral bound Notebooks
    - I’ve actually seen someone tape composition notebooks together to get             a “thick” book.
- Recycled or used hard/soft cover books
- Binders
- OneNote/Tumblr/Internet
- Computer Folder/Flash Drive/Memory Card

-How to make a Grimoire-

I recommend that if you are starting a grimoire or are a relatively new witch, don’t even bother buying a nice, expensive, fancy journal. Most of the time (unless you’ve already done one or two grimoires before and you know exactly what you’ll be putting in this grimoire), that book will sit on a shelf and collect dust. Many new witches get excited to have a “fancy” grimoire and then become terrified of “messing up” in it which results in that book never being used. We’ve all been there, done that.

That being said, here are the basic steps I followed when making my “permanent” grimoire.

- Decide on your Grimoire Keeping Method
 - Gather the information that you would like to put into your grimoire (this can sometimes take a very long time, it took me years), although if the “write as you go” method is more comfortable for you, then go ahead.
- Organize your information. If you’re a perfectionist like me, this might take a bit. It’s also completely natural to change up your organization style later on.
- Protect/Consecrate your Grimoire. This is completely optional, but it can also be a fun “witchy” way to bond with your grimoire.
- Put all your information in your book in anyway that you desire. I found it useful to “plan” out the book before I started writing in all the information. This way I knew exactly what pages were going where.
- Decorate your Grimoire. Also, completely optional. Some people like decorating with flowers and ribbons and pictures and stickers. Other people prefer straight to the point text. Either way works perfectly fine.

A quick note for those who suffer from the perfectionist complex: don’t sweat it. We all want our books to be “perfect” but after writing about six grimoires I’ve learned that grimoires really don’t ever become “permanent” because our preferences change as we grow. If you’re worried about it being perfect, starting “planning” pages in a cheap journal. Take note of any mistakes or things you want to change. You can always create another grimoire later. Don’t let that pesky perfectionism hold you back. And if you make mistakes, try to work with them and turn them into something else instead of scrapping your book to start over.

I used to dream of having a huge, Charmed-like Grimoire, and now I prefer the small, sloppy, scrap book, messy-writing kind of grimoire. Don’t sweat it.

Things to put in your Grimoire

- Correspondences
- Sabbats, Esbats and any Holidays you celebrate
- How to cast spells
- Spells and Rituals
- Divination
- Astrology
- Herbs and Recipes
- Crystals
- Topics you’d like to learn about later.

@cosmic-witch has a HUGE list of topics here

How to organize your Grimoire

This post details my own personal Grimoire Index. However the best way to organize your grimoire would be whatever works best for you. I personally like having everything divided into matching sections. However, if you write spells a lot, you may want spell writing notes in the front, while correspondences would be better in the back. It’s all up to personal preference. 

 Witchy-Woman’s Grimoire Organization

TripleVirgo’s Grimoire Index

 My Tips on Grimoire Organization

(UPDATED 4/24/17)

Other Grimoire Tips

- Intention Cheat Sheets. When you want to write a spell, nothing sucks more than having to flip back and forth all over your grimoire to find the information you need. My advice is to make “cheat sheets” for each of your intentions. Pick an intention, such as Money, and write down anything that corresponds to that (colors, herbs, moon phases or zodiac signs, crystals, incense, etc) this way the next time you want to do a spell for Money, you can just flip to your cheat sheet and be done. (UPDATED 4/24/17)

- Incognito Grimoire: Find a generic book that you like at a Goodwill or second hand shop. Write your witchcraft notes/correspondences in the margins and spacing. Use markers or crayons to draw pictures and symbols. You can also glue blank pages into the book so you have more space to write anything you want. This way your Grimoire can sit in plain sight on your bookshelf when you have company over and no one will be the wiser.

- So You Don’t Think You Can Grimoire: Tips and ideas for witches who struggle with the “My handwriting is terrible and I can’t draw” complex. (UPDATED 4/24/17)

- Scrapbook Altars

- Create a Magickal Memories Folder

This post will probably be a “masterpost” of sorts that I’ll continue to add to as the inspiration strikes. If anyone has any ideas or grimoire-related topics they’d like to see, feel free to share!

~L

i say “i’m bisexual”
but all you see is me holding hands with my girlfriend
and you suddenly can’t hear me over “i didn’t know you were a lesbian" 

he says, “i’m bisexual”
but his coming out goes unheard
over you telling him, “it’s just a phase, you’ll pick a side eventually" 

she says, “i’m bisexual”
but you can’t hear her over 
“oh, honey, you’re just confused, you’re too young to know for sure”

we say, “i am bisexual”
but you hear
“i am greedy”
“i am indecisive”
“i am wishy-washy" 

we are bisexual
and we are so fucking tired
of your stereotypes
and your assumptions

we are bisexual
and we are valid

—  i couldn’t wait until bi visibility week to remind you that bisexuals are visible.
(cc, 2016)
First Impressions Gone Bad (Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader Request)

Request: ‘Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader. He’s still with Betty and he takes Y/N to Pop’s Diner to meet his friends and her Betty starts arguing and instead of fighting Y/N gets up to leave but Betty wants to get the last word in and says something terrible about the gang so both Y/N and Jughead leave and get together?’- @andywicked

This was great practice for my upcoming fiction The Serpent or Me (Part 1 will be up this week) so thank you for such a fab request! I had a lot of fun with it.

Characters/pairings: Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader, Betty x Jughead, Archie x Veronica

Warnings: Dark/Mean Betty (although I’m tempted to write what happens in Pop’s after they leave to show where she was coming from), kissing.

Word Count: 1883

Originally posted by kylogue

‘Do you really think this is a good idea Jug?’ I’d never felt so out of place. I peered into the window of Pop’s Diner, it was straight out of the 50s. Not a place I’d expect Jughead to frequent. My leather jacket stuck out like a sore thumb as Jughead practically dragged me in. An old man behind the counter, the famous Pop I presumed, greeted Jughead instantly.

‘Usual order Jughead?’

‘Make it for two tonight Pop.’ He nodded back to me, I gave a little wave. He didn’t seem phased by our Southside appearance unlike the rest of the diner. I could feel daggers on me from every angle as we walked over to a booth. Jughead acted coolly, barely taking in all the passing glances. I drummed on the table anxiously.

‘Y/n, you need to calm down.’ He said, grabbing my hands to set them still on the table.

‘Sorry but I can already hear everyone gossiping in here, who’s to say your friends aren’t gonna do the same?’ I had to be honest with Jug, he was a serpent now and there were no secrets between the serpents. Well maybe one.

‘They’re different, they know I’m a serpent now and they know why I chose this path. If they have a problem, they’ve definitely kept it to themselves. They know the serpents are the only family I’ve got now.’ I twitched at the word ‘family’. You weren’t meant to have romantic feelings for your ‘family’.

The bell of the door rang and in walked Jughead’s other gang. A broad shouldered redhead came first, he wore a blazing letterman jacket and had his arm around a black haired girl, her dress looked expensive and she was even wearing heels. That would be Archie and Veronica, Riverdale’s latest sweethearts, I remembered Jughead mention. Behind them, came the beautiful blonde. Her hair was in her signature high ponytail, her face beaming as she got closer to us. She wore a white summer dress and a pastel yellow cardigan on top. While that outfit would usually make me gag, she made it look flawless. If this is what I was up against, I was screwed.

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marino-kun  asked:

Do you take prompt? What about Stiles having a secret crush on Derek but when saw him, taking care Scott's son, he fell in love.

I’m not much of a kid fic person, so this took me a while, but I tried. Hopefully it’s kind of what you were angling for!

*

“Do you think I’m ready for fatherhood?” Stiles asks, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He’s not freaking out about this. He’s not.

Boyd says flatly, “Stilinski, you’re twenty-one years old. You’re supposed to know how to use a condom by now.“

Stiles’ hand spasms and he accidentally squirts a huge glob of ketchup on his mound of curly fries. Fuck. He has the ideal ketchup-to-curly-fry ratio down to a science, and this is not it. “No, absolutely not what I meant. It’s just. Did you know Derek had a kid?”

Boyd meditatively takes a bite of his burger. “No. But the nice thing about Derek is that he doesn’t go in for personal talk.”

Stiles shoots him a weird look. Of course Boyd would think that was nice. Stiles, though, has been trying to break down Derek’s walls even just a little bit for months now—sitting with him in class, sharing his notes, studying with him in the library and getting late-night waffles together afterwards, little by little pulling Derek out of his shell. He’d thought he was getting somewhere, but obviously not, not if Derek failed to mention this kid even existed.

Which he does. Stiles knows, because he can see him right now, over by Prof. Martin’s pool. Apparently his name is Jamie.

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Avengers x reader

A/N: This is my first Avengers imagine/reader insert, so I’m trying to get used to writing them. Otherwise, I like how it turned out for my first try(even though I can point out a list of things I could have done different, or added, but whatever?) Anyways, I hope you enjoy!


It was a typical Friday night for New York City and the Avengers themselves, who resided inside the tower for the night. A thunderstorm raged on outside the tall building, the secure windows of the main lounge area showcasing the pouring rain and occasional lightning strikes outside. 

Most of Earth’s mightiest heroes were relaxed in the lounge. The TV was playing a Pixar movie; Steve and Bucky’s eyes glued to the screen. They’ve been going through their list of movies to watch and catch up on and tonight it was the movie UP. It was getting to the emotional bits, so the two super-soldiers’ attention were on the screen. 

Clint and Natasha sat near the kitchen, chatting over whatever came to mind. Mostly any interesting or exciting things to happen through the week. Tony and Bruce were in the lab working on their most recent project. Everyone else was either in their rooms or somewhere else around the tower. No one was dumb enough to venture out into the storm.

A ding came from the elevator, catching the attention of the two assassins before its sleek doors slid open to reveal (Y/N).

“Hey, (Y/N), we were wondering when you’d-” Clint shut his mouth after catching a look of their teammate before laughter spilled out of his mouth immediately after.

Stepping out of the elevator, (Y/N) stopped and stared at the hysteric archer, unamused. The girl’s (h/c) locks were plastered to her face, pretty much every inch of her body soaked from the rain outside. “Go ahead, laugh it up,” she grumbled.


“Did I hear- MY FLOORS!” Tony’s distraught cry fueled Clint’s hysteria more but with an elbow to the ribs from Natasha, he shut up. “What happened to you?”,the redhead made her way over to the drenched girl with a small chuckle.

The other two in the room paused their movie to help out, getting towels from the hall closet.

(Y/N) sent a thankful smile their way, putting a towel under her feet as to not ruin Tony’s precious flooring. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him relax, making her roll her eyes while she dried herself some. 

“I was walking home from work when the storm came out of nowhere,” she explained. The girl shifted the towels in her arms, pulling something from underneath her hoodie. “I was almost home when something- or rather someone- called out for help.” With a small smile, she pulled the towels back just in time for a tiny kitten to peak it’s head out.


“Aw!” Natasha cooed, joined by Clint once he walked closer to the group. The group stared at the little bundle of cuteness as it took a look around, curious. The kitten was young, about a few weeks old, a varied colored tabby with big brown eyes. 

“This little guy was all alone in al alleyway.” (Y/N) further explained the creatures sad story, stroking its head. “The box he was in was mostly drenched and there wasn’t any other cats or people around so I couldn’t just leave him.”

“He looks healthy,” mumbled Tony, surprisingly taking the cat from (Y/N)’s hands to cradle it awkwardly. “I’ll get Bruce or Vision to take a look at him while you get changed.” (Y/N) couldn’t stop the touched smile that spread on her face.

“Thanks, Tony. That’s really-”

“Just don’t mess up my floors further.” The group all rolled their eyes, going back to their own activities once Tony left.


(Y/N) padded down the hall, warmed up from her shower and in a fresh pair of PJs. She smiled at the growing excitement in her chest at the thought of her new found furry friend. 

There were more voices coming from the lounge when (Y/N) got closer. She eventually entered the room, spotting a few more faces that joined everyone on the couches. Bruce, Vision and the Maximoff twins joined in on the fun of gushing over the kitten they found earlier.

“He seems fine,” Bruce shifted the cat in his hands, the little guy now bundled in a small blanket on his lap. “No injuries or any illnesses. A little malnourished from being left outside, but otherwise okay.”

“One lucky little fella!” Pietro petted the kitty, earning a cute little meow. It seems he enjoyed all the attention.

“Thanks again you guys.” (Y/N) slipped in between Bruce and Wanda on the couch, the doctor handing the cat over once she settled. “I was worried no one could let me keep him.”


Well-” Tony raised a finger, about to protest when Bruce sent him a look over his shoulder. He sighed, giving up any further attempt at an argument. “I mean, who could say no to the little guy.”

“Right?” (Y/N) smiled at the cat, picking him up gently to kiss his teeny nose. “You’re just so cute!” He mewed again, the group of heroes laughing at the interaction.


The next day the skies cleared and the sun shined down on the city. The tower was going through its morning routine when excited shouted traveled through its halls.

Guys guys guys!”(Y/N) ran into the kitchen where mostly everyone was seated, eating breakfast. She slid on the tiled floor, a huge smile on her face as she held something behind her back.

“What what what!” Clint cried back, imitating his friend and earning a few collective chuckles from the group. The thrilled hero took out the object from behind her, holding it up for all to see.

The rescued kitten from the previous night sat in her hands, droopy-eyed from waking up. Besides that a little white turtle neck sat snug on his body, roomy enough to be comfortable with small arm holes.

“Oh my gosh, that’s adorable!” Wanda instantly came to their side, forgetting her breakfast to hold the kitten.

“You made that?” Bucky asked, to which (Y/N) nodded proudly. She sat next to him at the bar, taking the mug of (f/d) Tony offered her.

“Yup,” she answered, popping the last syllable. “While he slept. Poor little Leo, I shoved that thing on him right after he woke up.”

At the choice of the kitten’s name, Tony sent her a look, as if to say ‘really?’. “Leo?” (Y/N) simply shrugged. “First name to come to mind.”


“Who is this Leo?” Thor and Loki now entered the kitchen, along with Sam who went over to chat with Steve. He flicked Bucky’s ear on the way which caused a mini slap-fight to follow. (Y/N) ignored the cat fight in the background to address the gods. 

“Leo’s a kitten we rescued last night from the storm. He’s now a part of the family~” Loki rolled his eyes and instead of fawning over the cat went in search of coffee. Thor, on the other hand, seemed thrilled, taking Leo from Wanda and into his hands. Leo looked even smaller in the bigger man’s hands but didn’t look phased at all. 

Thor brought Leo eye level before speaking to him. “Hello Leo, I am Thor.” Another eye roll from Loki while the others laughed. 

A/N: Thanks for reading! I just couldn’t help writing this once the idea popped into my head as I found that picture on Instagram. I hope you enjoyed, and I’d love to read your feedback if you have any! :D Although, I apologize if I don’t have messages set up or something like that. I’m new to Tumblr when it comes to posting and communicating. 

the wedding- h.s imagine

“Aloha, Hawaii!” Harry yelled while grinning at the view he was looking at from the airplane window.

You chuckled and dog tagged the page you were reading in your book and leaned over to look at the islands below you. “This is going to be so awesome!” you cheered.

Harry looked over at you with a wide grin, “I’m so glad you agreed to be my date.”

You blushed and nodded your head. You grabbed Harry’s hand and intertwined your fingers together. “I’m glad you asked.”

Yours and Harry’s relationship was still at the honeymoon phase. Even though your relationship was about ten months old, you guys couldn’t get enough of each other. You guys were constantly texting each other. Constantly you guys found yourself at the other’s apartments for days. It was puppy love. That’s why Harry asked you to be his date to Jon’s wedding, with permission from the bride of course.

Once the plane finally landed, Harry collected his and your belongings before leading the both of you out of the private airplane he had arranged. He wanted to try to make things as perfect as possible for you since it was your first time in Hawaii. When you guys got off the plane, there were two people who placed leis on your head and welcomed you with a kind, “Aloha.”

Harry looked over at you, a colorful lei rested on his chest. He mimicked the words that you said to him earlier. “This is going to be awesome.”

“Goodness gracious, Harry! The view is amazing!” You exclaimed while looking out the balcony from your hotel room. It was overlooking the ocean. Down below you could see little shops and street vendors that you just couldn’t wait to take a look at. You turned around to see Harry standing in the middle of the room, smirking at you. You chuckled loudly, having to cover your mouth to contain yourself. He was wearing his iconic bright yellow swim trunks and in his hands was a two pice for you that matched. “Shall we check out the water?”

You were finishing the last of your makeup when you saw Harry’s reflection in the mirror in front of you. You smiled softly, “Why Mr. Styles. Don’t you look ravishing.” You turned around to see him blushing softly. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “But don’t you know it’s bad luck to wear white when you’re not the bride?” you smirked.

Harry chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. You were wearing a navy dress, a color that Harry loved on you. “I’m sure people will be focusing more on the bride than on me.” You smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, careful not to get your lipstick on him. You whispered into his ear, “I know I’ll have a hard time focusing.”

As the bride was walking down the aisle with her father, you noticed Jon, the groom, tearing up a little. Your eyes brimmed with tears yourself. You were an absolute sucker to weddings. You loved hearing the vows the bride and grooms made for one another. You loved hearing the stories on how they met and most importantly, how they fell in love with one another. You thought it was so sweet whenever the groom cried. To you, it showed how happy they were that they were getting to marry their best friend. (Even though some argue that the groom crying was lame according to your guy friends) Harry was looking over you occasionally during the ceremony. He knows he should have been focusing on the couple in front of them, but he couldn’t help thinking about you being his bride one day. He smiled at the thought while staring at you. You looked over when you noticed his eyes on you and gave him a smile as well. You reached over and intertwined your fingers together.

The little girl sat on your lap was cooing at you and Harry. Both you and Harry looked like absolute idiots trying to make her laugh by making random faces at her. She howled in laughter when Harry pretended he was a crab. The little girl’s mother came back, smiling at the both of you. “Thank you for watching her. I’ve had to use the bathroom for the longest time.” Her daughter crawled out of your lap and back into her mother’s. “No problem at all. She’s lovely.” You smiled while booping the little girl’s nose.

Adele’s “When We Were Young” started to play softly on the dance floor. Harry, knowing how much of a sucker you were for Adele, held out his hand. “May I have this dance?”

You smiled and took his hand, letting him lead you to the dance floor. The little girl’s mom smiled at the both of you, knowing that you guys had something special. Anyone with eyes could see it.

Harry wrapped his arms around your waist while you did the same to his neck. The both of you staring into each other’s eyes, swaying to the music. It was a comfortable silence. The kind of silence where no words needed to be exchanged. Harry was the one to break it. “I love you.”

You smiled and rested your head on his chest, “I love you too.”

Harry placed his chin on top of your head. “Is it bad that the whole time of the ceremony, I was imagining you as my bride one day?”

You looked up at him and smiled, “No.”

He smiled back at you before you continued, “Cause I was imaging you as being my groom one day.”


omfg looking at all the pics of harry in hawaii i was like how can i nOT write something?! lol, i hope you guys enjoyed it as much as i did writing it!

i say “i’m bisexual”
but all you see is me holding hands with my girlfriend
and you suddenly can’t hear me over “i didn’t know you were a lesbian"
I say, “i’m bisexual”
but my coming out goes unheard
over you telling me, “it’s just a phase, you’ll pick a side eventually"
I say, “i’m bisexual”
but you can’t hear me over 
“oh, honey, you’re just confused, you’re too young to know for sure”
I say, “i am bisexual”
but you hear
“i am greedy”
“i am indecisive”
“i am wishy-washy”
I am bisexual
and I am so fucking tired
of your stereotypes
and your assumptions
I am bisexual
and I am valid
—  Unknown
Dylan O’Brien

Note: I SCREAMED WHEN I WATCHED THE TRAILER AND I SCREAMED WHEN I GOT THIS REQUEST .c

Request: Bucky being jealous and extremely annoyed over you fangirl-ing over dylan o'brien new movie

Originally posted by squishedbyseb


You were spending some time with Bucky, catching up on a new tv show you two enjoyed. It’s been a few weeks since you could really relax and take time away from missions. And of course, you two chose to stay in and relax instead of going out with the rest of the team. 

Bucky’s arm was wrapped over your shoulders and the tv cut to a commercial, giving him a few minutes to refill the popcorn bowl and get new cans of soda. “Be back, Doll.” He grunted as he stood up, his knees popping. You snorted and watched him walk away. “Old man bones.” You teased, laughing harder when he looked back with a glare.

You sighed and pulled the blanket further up your body, watching the Airhead commercial come to an end, and heard the heavy bass of a movie trailer. The ‘LIONSGATE’ words spread across the screen and a high pitched squeal echoed through the common room as you saw Dylan O’Brien’s face suddenly appear. 

“OH MY GOD!” You screamed out, flinging the blanket off of your body. You heard glass breaking in the kitchen, no doubt the glass popcorn bowl slipping from Bucky’s large hands. ‘WHAT IS IT!? ARE YOU OKAY!?” Bucky yelled as he rushed in, his breathing was erratic as he searched for any threats in the room.

“I-BUCKY-IT’S-LOOK!” You pointed frantically at the screen and sat up on your knees on the couch. You were smiling widely and Bucky followed your doe-eyed gaze, his eyes scanning the tv. “I thought you were hurt!” Bucky exclaimed, watching your smile get wider, if that were even possible. 

You couldn’t look away from the screen, so you waved Bucky off. “NO! No, no! Watch this, it looks like it’s gonna be awesome! And-and DYLAN O’BRIEN IS IN IT!” You squealed, cupping your hands and bouncing in your spot.

Bucky looked at you bewildered, his jaw slack. “Y/N!” Bucky shouted, trying to catch your attention. You shushed him and pulled him down beside you, frantically patting his arm. “WATCH WATCH WATCH!” You beamed, your eyes never once closing or looking away.

Bucky shuffled away from you with a huff, crossing his arms. “Unbelievable. Had I known you harbored such a crush on Shmylan O-” You quickly shushed Bucky, turning up the volume on the tv, the deep bass amplifying. He creased his eyebrows and his mouth fell open again.

He couldn’t believe how you were acting over another man. Bucky sank in his seat and clenched his jaw. Your face was tinted a light red, your eyes focused on the tv screen. It made Bucky feel sick to his stomach, and he knew he would never hear the end of it if you saw how jealous he was being. 

The trailer finally ended and you sighed dreamily. You suddenly gasped and looked at Bucky. “Can we go see it when it comes out?” You asked, resting your hands on Bucky’s bicep. You noticed it was flexed and how Bucky’s eyes were staring at the tv. “Bucky?” You asked, gently shaking him. 

He snapped his head up at you and you recoiled. “What’s the matter?” You frowned, pouting your bottom lip out. “Seriously? I thought you were being attacked. And I come in here and find out you’re just drooling over some man.” Bucky grumbled, shaking his head.

Your mouth fell open and you were about to say something snappy, but realized that Bucky was jealous. You gasped and stood to your feet. “James Buchanan Barnes.” You scolded him, holding your hands on your hips. Bucky ignored you and moved to the side, looking past your body to see the tv. 

You stood in his line of vision again and he groaned. “Why are you jealous?” You asked, crossing your arms. Bucky looked up at you and scoffed. “I’m not jealous.” He rolled his eyes and stood up from the couch, walking into the kitchen. You followed behind him and he grabbed the broom and dustpan to clean up the broken glass.

“Bucky, you’re jealous over a celebrity.” You stated, bending down to pick up larger pieces of glass. Bucky gripped your wrist gently and shook his head. “You’ll cut yourself.” Bucky mumbled, sweeping up everything. You stood to your feet and walked over to Bucky at the trashcan, waiting for him to dump the shards in the can, putting away the broom and dustpan. 

Your arms wrapped around Bucky’s waist and he sighed, turning around in your hold. “What’s he got that I don’t?” Bucky asked, his hair framing his face as he looked down at you. You snorted and raised your eyebrows. “Bucky, you have no reason to be jealous.” He groaned and titled his head back, staring at the ceiling. 

“I’m not jealous!” He grumbled, looking back down at you. You rolled your eyes and sighed dramatically. “Ohh well then, I’m gonna go watch that trailer again.” You shrugged after pulling away from Bucky. “NO! I mean-okay, fine! I got jealous!” Bucky rushed, pulling you back into his body.

You giggled and he sighed, rubbing his hands along your lower back and hips. “I just don’t want to lose you, you know?” Bucky asked, pressing his cheek on the top of your head. You sighed and started to feel guilty about fangirling so much. “Bucky, that’s not gonna happen. He’s just one of my favorite celebrities.” You giggled softly, feeling Bucky’s groan.

You pulled away from Bucky and grabbed his hand. “Come on, let’s go cuddle…Jealous Barnes.” Bucky sighed heavily and let you pull him along to the common room again. “You’re not gonna let me live this down, are you?” He questioned, letting you straddle his lap on the couch. You smiled and leaned in to press a chaste kiss to Bucky’s lips.

He chased after you, his eye hooded. “Nope.” You smiled, rubbing his cheeks. Bucky looked at you and smiled back. “What am I gonna do with you?” He asked, reaching his hand up to caress your cheek. You let out a sensual moan and bit your lip. “I know what you could do.” You wiggled your eyebrows and Bucky’s mouth fell open, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Oh yeah? What’s that, Doll?” Bucky asked, squeezing your waist, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth. You smirked and leaned into Bucky’s neck, placing kisses until you reached his ear. His breath came out in short puffs and you gently bit his earlobe. “Take me to see that movie.” You whispered softly. Bucky growled and you giggled, moving away to sit beside him on the couch. 

“Oh my god.” He mumbled, rubbing his hands down his face. “You love me.” You smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He rolled his eyes and looked over at you. “That I do. But no, I won’t take you.“ He said, chuckling when he watched your mouth fall slack.  “You love me.”

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My Babygirl-Part Six

My Babygirl Masterlist

Originally posted by cheerfulsammy

Dean lightly hit Sam on the arm when he saw your mom walking over to them; you were holding her hand and toddling behind her. You were currently going through a phase where you always wanted to walk and if anyone tried to carry you, you’d throw a fit.

Unless Dean was the one carrying you; you were always happy in your dad’s arms.

You looked up and let go of your mother’s hand when you saw your father standing there. You bolted over to him where he happily picked you up and placed a kiss on your cheek, “Hey babygirl, you have a fun trip with Mommy?”

You nodded your head before wrapping your arms around Dean’s neck in an embrace, “Missed you Daddy.”

Dean rubbed your back, “I missed you too babygirl. Why don’t you go say hi to Uncle Sammy while I talk to Mommy.” Dean said as he handed you over to Sam who happily accepted you.

“We gotta talk.” Your mom said as she sent Sam a forced smile. Dean nodded his head, he was worried that your mom might try this, to take you away, but he wasn’t going to let it happen.

He wasn’t going to lose you.

“Look, I know what you’re gonna say.” Dean started as your mom and him stepped away from you, “And I get it. I was just as pissed- even more pissed then you were when those demons showed up. They’re gone though and I promise nothing will ever come back.”

“Dean, you promised that before and look what happened.” Your mom responded sadly. “I know you’re a great father and I know that you love Y/N with all your heart. She loves you just as much, it’s just-”

“It’s just what Y/M/N? You can’t take my daughter away from me. I won’t let you.” Dean said strongly.

“You can’t do anything about it Dean.” Your mom responded coldly, “Dean Winchester is dead according to the law.”

Dean stared at your mom with wide eyes, “You aren’t-you aren’t serious are you?”

“I’m sorry Dean but, it’s what’s best for Y/N.” Y/M/N replied.

“What’s best for Y/N is to be around her dad.”

“What’s best for Y/N is to grow up not worrying if a monster is going to jump out of her closet and take her because of who her father is.” Your mom said with venom in her voice.

Dean shook his head, “I’m not leaving town. I won’t. I’m not leaving her.”

“Dean-”

“No. I’m not leaving. Please just-just sleep on it, give me a week. Let me show you how safe it’s going to be here now. Nothing can get her here.” Dean begged.

Letting out a sigh your mom took a moment to think before nodding her head. “Fine.”

“Fine? Okay? Okay. I promise Y/M/N everything is going to be fine. Tomorrow after work I’ll swing by and show you everything we’ve done to protect the house.” Dean said with a smile.

“Sounds good Dean. Y/N and I have to go. Being out of town for a week, lots to catch up on.” Your mom said in an almost nervous tone.

“Right, um tomorrow after I show you everything I’ll take her, let you catch up on things. Sound good?” Dean asked, happy about spending time with his little girl.

Your mom nodded her head before walking back to where Sam was happily tossing you in the air as you squealed with delight. “Say bye to Uncle Sammy Y/N.” Your mom told you.

Looking at your uncle you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing his neck before placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek, “Bye bye Unca Sammy.” You reached out for your father who took you and gave you a squeeze.

“Bye babygirl, I’ll see you and Mama tomorrow okay.” Dean stated. You nodded your head before puckering your lips for your dad to give you a kiss. He did before he placed you on the ground and ruffled your hair. “Love you sweetheart.” He called to you as you walked away with your mom. Turning back around you waved to your dad yelling back,

“I love you Daddy!”

That was the last time Dean heard those words from you.

Part Seven

See You Down There

Originally posted by beliectionerimagines

Requested: Can you do that imagine where jason and Y/N having a baby please ?

I MISSED WRITING!!!


I gave you direct instructions which you have failed to fall through with. There is no excuse. You have ten seconds to fuck off.” Jason’s voice was stern, terrifyingly calm but underneath was an undying tone of anger for the man and his inability to complete a task.

I knew at that moment he wasn’t bluffing, when was the last time Jason Mccann had ever bluffed? And the trembling man before him obviously knew no better.

Or maybe he did - for he was in this situation after all as a cause of his reckless behaviour. Jason trusted the man with his shipment, directly told him to be here with his guns at seven sharp. Yet here he stood at Nine forty five with no guns and a terrified expression.

Sorry buddy, but you had this coming.

“Please Mr Mccann. You have to understand, I have a family!” 

“So do I.” Jason stated, directing his eyes over to me and my swelling belly. “That’s why when I’m told to do something, I get it done. I will not risk not coming home to them for filthy pleasures.”

“It was one time. I-I didn’t mean to!” The man pleaded.

“Last time I checked you don’t place a bunt in your mouth and smoke it on accident.” Jason spat. “That shipment was really important! My client was expecting me to deliver it hours ago but because of your ignorance, I lost an ally tonight.”

“Please Jason-” The man pleaded to which jason lifted a lip and snarled in anger as well as in warning. The man’s eyes widened, making quick to correct his error. “I mean, Mr Mccann. Don’t kill me. Don’t you have a heart!?”

Ooh. Wrong move buddy.

Suddenly, Jason’s lips twisted into an evil grin - one of menacing amusement that was somehow blank but full of meaning all at once. “A heart?” Jason questioned. “I used too.” He chuckled. “But you see, there’s a problem now. My heart was stolen by a beautiful woman who is now carrying my child. It lays in her hands.”

That’s when Jason directed his eyes over to me, a look of love but that stern professional glare shining straight through, informing me that no matter how much he loved me, he meant business. “So tell me baby girl. What do you think I should do?”

A sudden wave of pain rush through me. It was dull but still much noticeable - something I had found was a very common thing in pregnancy. Decided to ignore the flood of discomfort for this really wasn’t a good time to complain about my pregnancy, I glanced around the room finding every pair of eyes burning sternly through my head.

Jason was the first I saw, a look of patient love but professional demeanor. Then the gang members guarding the room caught my eyes next. They all looked on with stern eyes, ready to pounce at the request of my decision, but the man sat with pleading eyes, begging to be spared.

This wasn’t a decision I was appealed to make everyday, so my mind at this point was rushing with thoughts of indecisiveness and fear.

This man had a family to go home to as well as his own gang to run, but over all he did us wrong and disrespected not only our request, but Jason himself. And no one disrespects my husband and gets away with it. I know Jason was giving me the choice to make for myself but deep down, I knew he hoped I’d declare this mans death.

And who was I to upset my husband?

“Kill him.” I spat.

The man’s eyes widened in shock, head whipping from side to side in fear as two guards began approaching each side of his body. “No! No please! Please! Don’t do this!!”

The two members of Bizzle gang roughly gripped ahold of the mans shoulder’s, ripping him up rather aggressively. The man’s cries and screams echoed through the entirety of Jason’s office, who must I say had a large and satisfied grin on his face.

Slowly, Khalil and Za dragged the man away kicking and screaming, yelling profanities of all sorts over his breath. But One sentence in particular managed to catch me off guard, his words burning through me and panging me with worry. A pang that was physically felt as a second wave of pain endured me.

“I hope your and wife and child rot in hell!” and at that moment, I watched as Jason’s face visibly twisted from one of satisfaction to a firing rage.

It was no less than point 2 seconds before Jason had flung his body out of his chair, face red and burning with anger. “Bring him back here!”

And not wanting to anger the boss, Za and Khalil dragged the boy back, holding him down on the chair forcefully. Jason leaned forward, his face mere inches from the man. His once honey eyes presented black and I was honestly scared for the man myself.

Jason snarled, teeth visible as he spat his words. So harsh that they sent shivers down my spine. “You will regret ever meeting me, let alone wishing death upon my family. I may be a murderer but I am a child of god. And so god help me, if they’re going to hell then I’m going with them. Just not going anytime soon.”

Then he smiled, one to send even the strongest of men running. A psychotic, treacherous smile. “See you down there.”

And with a swift movement he had drawn his gun, clicked the safety off and pulled the trigger all before I could blink. The sound rung throughout the room and I flinched ever so slightly at the echo of the shell clattering to the ground.

The sight before me had bile rising up my throat, pooling in my mouth. The sight usually wouldn’t phase me but this pregnancy was making it hard to keep anything down. Blood splattered the room and the mans body lay lifeless on the seat, a hole of nothing in the center of his forehead with blood oozing down it.

It was all too much and I was found doubling over besides me. My breakfast was fast to exit my body, relieving the nausea’s feeling pooling in my stomach.Though Jason was quick to run over to me, a hand on my back as I began to stand straight again.

“You okay baby girl?” He questioned with a sincere tone. He was used to my constant nausea episodes and found it quite normal that I had thrown up.

But yet again, another wave of pain fell over my body, a burning cramp riding up from my stomach, extending as far as my torso reached. This one was a lot stronger than the last, and I was found once again doubling over, but this time in pain.

A groan of misery was emitted from my throat, a hand reaching up to clutch my stomach. Everyone in the room stiffened, eyeing me with worry as I stood back to lean on Jason’s shoulder.

“It hurts!” I yelled. “Jason it hurts!”

He was quick to grab a hold of my body. He lifted both my arms, wrapping each around his neck with both arms around my waist to stabilize me. His eyes held worry with a glint of fear - something you never saw Jason feeling. “What is it baby?” He frantically asked. “What’s hurting?”

It took everything in me to muster up the words “M-My stomach! It hurts!” I Groaned. “I think I’m having c-contractions.”

Jason’s eyes widened as he glanced down at my stomach. He had read the pregnency books I asked him to read after a litle begging but none the less still asked, “What does that mean?!”

That’s when It hit me, and I began announcing the words we had been waiting to hear ever since the day I  found out I was pregnant. “I think I’m going into labour!”

Just like Jason’s, everyone’s eyes largened, and I almost wanted to slap them for just staring at me while I groaned in pain.

“Well don’t just stand there, do something!”

And then everyone was off. Jason began instructing the gang to start up the car and grab my hospital bag from upstairs, a few rushing around to follow Jason’s orders while others proceeded to cancel all jason’s meetings for the rest of the day.

But Jason instead stood by me, his forehead leant against mine with his eyes closed.

“I’m scared.” I announced.

Jason licked his lips, lifting a hand to caress my face. “It’s okay baby girl. Just breath.”

“But I’m not ready.” Tears brimmed my eyes and I felt like I was about to colapse right then and there.

Jason shook his head. “Shh.” He cooed. “You’re ready. More than ready. You’re going to do great. Just think about it, in a couple of hours were going to be right back here, but this time with a beautiful baby girl.”

I chuckled. “Boy.”

“Baby, It’s a girl.”

“I think It’s a boy.”

Justin shook his head, a smile present on his face. “It’s going to be a girl. I can feel it.”

There was a few more seconds of smiles before I once again groaned in pain, lighting everyone back to the situation at hand. Jason opened his eyes, looking down at the bump then back to me with excitement. I just wanted to kiss him, hold my baby in my hands and never let go.

“Y/N.” Jason whispered.

“Yeah.” I hummed.

“Let’s go have a baby.”

Extended Imagine - Morning Light

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The sun rose over the horizon, sending glimmering rays through the gap in your curtains. You squint, trying to keep the light out, but it’s no use. Cursing under your breath, you throw the blanket off and go to close the curtain. Well - you try to, anyway.

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Y/N ran as fast down the stairs as her legs could carry her. She was panting, panicked and checking behind her to make sure nobody was following. She swung open the rusty gate of the cellar of the old Lockwood Estate. Her brother Tyler had agreed he’d go somewhere else for the night since this was only her third turn. She needed somewhere comfortable to transition.

She tossed the chains down, and started to strip. Until she heard footsteps. Y/N was too panicked to move, to find a place to hide because there was nowhere to hide at all. She started to cry, her mind overwhelmed. The shadow made her shake her head, as the man swung the gate open. “No…no no no.” She repeated.

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would that make you stay?

pairing: john laurens x reader

prompt: laurens keeps bringing home girls and the roommate reader gets fed up and plans to move out but john confesses something first

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

word count: 1741 lol

a/n: two fics in a night LETS GO big thanks to my love @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou for being my sounding board (also bc she loves john) okay ily goodnight xo



“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You huffed on the phone. It was the third night in a row that John asked you to leave so he could bring a girl home. Mind you, it was three in the morning.

“Please, Y/N!”

“I hope you get an STD.” You sighed, climbing out of bed and ending the phone call.

You were John’s roommate. Both of you were working, but not enough to pay the bills. After knowing him (and maybe liking him) since fifth grade, it seemed only normal for the two of you to move in together. Still, when you agreed to sharing an apartment, you figured you’d be allowed to sleep in it once and a while.

John wouldn’t deny that he didn’t feel at least a little guilt for continuously waking you up to have emotionless sex. After the night before, he had promised not to do it again.

Then he got fired.

It was something about budget cuts that he knew was bullshit, but he still went out to the bar that night. And he still woke you up.

You used the key Eliza had given you a few months before to get into her apartment next door, slouching down on the couch. She was tired of waking up when John needed a quick fuck and you needed a quick escape route.

Even then, you couldn’t sleep listening to the mindless moans through the paper thin walls. Twice you almost rapped your fist on the wall to get them to shut up.

John wasn’t always this inconsiderate. Really. It mostly started senior year. He had the biggest crush on you, but when he tried to ask you to prom, Taylor Jacobs beat him to it. Even then, he thought he could make it work with you. He tried to make you jealous at first, sleeping around with a few girls when he went to college. It wasn’t working though. You had started seeing some guy named Chad and obviously weren’t interested in him, right?

Wrong. You had wanted John to ask you to junior prom, let alone senior prom. When Taylor asked you, you felt bad. Besides, if John hadn’t asked you then, he probably wasn’t even planning on asking you in the first place. Still, your heart broke when Taylor forced his tongue down your throat and the only person you wanted to cry to was off screwing Miranda Lysol. It only got worse from there.


The following morning, after being sure that the girl had left, you walked back into your apartment. You nearly slipped on a stray jacket that John must’ve thrown in the chaos. You rolled your eyes.

You couldn’t help but be a little pissed that he had woken you up again last night. You weren’t sleeping much lately and he knew that. Your mind was elsewhere as you reached for the cup, it slipping through your grasp and smashing onto the floor.

“Shit!” You shouted, jumping back. John came rushing in, immediately nervous.

“Are you okay?!” He was panicking.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m fine. I just - I just dropped a glass.”

He bent down the second you did, causing your foreheads to hit.

“Dammit, John! Just -“ you instantly felt bad. His eyes were sad and you couldn’t help but feel awful for snapping. “I’ve got it. Go get ready for work or whatever.“

All feelings of guilt faded the second his jaw clenched at your words and he stood up.

“Fine. Do it yourself.” He huffed, walked towards his bedroom.

You outwardly sighed; fighting was exhausting and it was merely seven in the morning. Why was it that lately, your fighting seemed around the clock?

Before the late nights, it wasn’t like this. The two of you always moved seamlessly with one another. But the longer he stayed out, the more girls he brought home, the worse the two of you got.

John came back out a few minutes later to see you putting the last of the shattered glass in the waste basket. He tried to shove down the pang of guilt he felt as he watched you work alone.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“For what?” You snapped slightly. Part of you was angry with him, the other half of you just wanted to curl up next to him and ignore what was going on.

You ignored the cuddly side of you and gritted your teeth together. He opened his mouth to speak, but you had been pushed far enough.

“For waking me up? For being an ass?”

“Listen, I had a bad day too -“

“For making everything about yourself?”

“God, Y/N, don’t be so petty.”

“Excuse me?” Now you were pissed; all thoughts of forgiveness set aside for the moment. “I’m petty, yet I let you bring home countless girls without even considering myself!”

“Oh, you martyr.” He mocked, crossing his arms. You were pissed. What the hell was wrong with him? Did he not see how rude he was being?

You stood with your mouth agape, throwing up your hands in surrender, walking towards your bedroom.

“Good, walk away. Wouldn’t be the first time -“ he snapped.

Your head turned so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash, “You’re fucking with me, right? You’ve got to be fucking with me because there is no way in hell that you would actually be this much of an asshole at,” you glanced at your watch, “7:08 in the morning.”

He shrugged, “Sorry that I want to have fun once in a while.”

“No,” you snapped, “Once is a while is not what you’re doing.”

He scoffed, “Just because you haven’t gotten laid in a while -“

“Really, Laurens? You are bringing my sex life into this?”

“What sex life?”

You stopped. He instantly regretted saying it, immediately trying to apologize. You held up your hand to stop him, closing your eyes only to feel burning tears fall.

“I’m moving out.”


A week later, you were moving the last box to your car when you noticed a frame at the top. Inside it was a picture of you and John from high school. You had just started to get over your awkward phase and John was growing his curls out. You smiled at the photo, a little embarrassed that you still had it.

“That was one of my favorite photos,” John said, startling you.

He scratched the back of his neck, “Sorry.”

You shrugged, looking back down at the photo.

“You really don’t have to go,” John said softly.

You shook your head, “I’ll be pissed at myself if I don’t.”

“I’ll be pissed at myself if you do,” he retorted.

You sighed a little. If you left, you were risking your friendship. If you stayed, you were risking your patience. Then again, you never really had much of the latter.

“I fucked up.” He said finally, making you raise your eyebrows. He had started to pace a little.

“I should have never brought home any of those girls, I really shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have come home so late every night, I should’ve listened more, I -“ he continued to ramble.

“John,” you tried.

“I’m sorry.” He said finally. You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered when he looked at you.

“It’s okay. There’s nothing you could say that would make me stay, okay? I’m leaving because I don’t want to lose you.”

“But,” he squeezed his eyes shut like he was trying to keep his tears in, “But what if by leaving I’m losing you?”

“John,” you started.

“If you’re going to leave, I need you to know that those girls meant nothing to me, okay? Those girls -“ he was pacing again, “Those girls were nothing more than for me to fill my heart because God,” he ran his hands through his hair, “Because the one girl that I’ve been longing for since middle school has never looked at me the way I look at her.”

Your brows furrowed at this and he looked at you, eyes wet and glossy.

“What if I told you that I’ve been in love with you since the seventh grade. Would that make you stay? Or would I be pushing you further out the door?” Your breathing was shallow.

“I shouldn’t have said that.” He said, his eyes locked to yours. Your heart broke a little before he continued, “I shouldn’t have said that because you probably think I’m toying with you. You probably think that I’m just trying to get you to stay, but honestly I just can’t imagine you leaving.”

You stood up, never taking your eyes off his.

“Because if you leave, I don’t know what I’ll do with myself.”

You’re entire being was fighting itself. Part of you wanted to grab his face and kiss the hell out of him. Part of you wanted to knee him in the balls.

“Please say something.”

You took in a sharp breath, “If you loved me, why would you bring those girls into our flat? If you loved me, why wouldn’t you fight for me? If you loved me, why wouldn’t you tell me before I’m about to walk out that damn door.” Your words were steady, but your voice was getting louder.

“When you love someone, you fight for them. You don’t fuck them over for the hell of it,” you said.

Angry tears were hot on your cheeks, “When you love someone, you tell them, dammit!” You were shaking. John had never looked so broken.

John took a step closer to you, “If I told you, you might’ve left.”

“So why now?” You said. Your words were sharp.

“I’ve got nothing to lose,” he paused, “except for you.”

Within an instant, his mouth was on yours, searing kisses pressing to your lips. John had his hands on your waist, pulling you flush against him. He held you tightly, scared to death that he might actually lose you.

When the two of you parted, your lips were red and swollen. Your breathing was heavy as you looked up to him.

“I’m not going any where,” you said.

‘’Are you going to finish that?’’

A/N: I JUST FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA AND OH LORD IT’S SO PRECIOUS!  @crownofmanga deserves so much credit for giving me this idea and helping me through writing it, because I loved the idea and wanted it to be perfect, Thank you so much doll!! 
I truly hope that you guys enjoy this, please let me know what you think! 
Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: You and the super soldier form a special a special bond over food, will shared bites lead to something more?

Warnings: A tiny bit of language

Word count: 4437

The savoury smell of pizza roamed through the hallways as you made your way to the kitchen to join your teammates for dinner. A small smile tugged at your lips as you entered the room, greeting the others as you made a beeline over to the kitchen island which was partly covered with pizza boxes. You glanced through the boxes before finding a pizza slice with your favoured toppings and took a quick bite while turning around and noticing that the kitchen table was fully seated. You grabbed a plate to place your slice on before pushing up to sit on the marble, letting your feet dangle off it as you picked up your plate to devour your pizza. 

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BTS’ Hyung Line’s Reaction to Meeting Their Transgender Boyfriend’s Transphobic Parents

for my hsbnd, my bf, my love @gayhearteyes

Maknae Line | Hyung Line

Seokjin:

After you told him about the way they reacted when you came out, he already had low respect for them. He wasn’t thrilled when they asked to meet him, but it was reasonable of them; he was dating their son after all.

Seokjin would answer questions they threw at him bluntly, avoid eye contact as much as possible and try not to show whether he was happy or annoyed. The quicker he could get out of here and take you home to a loving and safe environment, the better. 

Originally posted by kissjins

Yoongi/Suga:

“Wow, we’re happy to finally meet our daughter’s boyfriend!”

Originally posted by yoongijae

“What?” Yoongi would turn to you with a confused look on his face, then back to your parents.

“Y/N is a guy. He’s not your daughter, he’s your son. Do you even realise how calling Y/N your ‘daughter’ makes him feel?” Yoongi would start to get heated, genuinely upset that your own parents weren’t addressing you correctly.

Hoseok/J-Hope:

“Ah, it was so lovely to meet you, Hoseok! Oh - and don’t worry about the little phase Y/N is going through with the short hair and boys clothes. I’m sure she’ll be over it soon enough, haha,” Your dad laughed while shaking hands with Hoseok.

His face turned sour and disgusted, and he quickly retracted his hand from your father’s. 

“Um, it’s not a ‘phase’. Are you fucking stupid? Do you really think he’d go through all of this if it was ‘just a phase’? You know what, I don’t even want to be having this conversation because if you have mindset like that you don’t even deserve my time. We’ll be leaving now. Bye.”

Originally posted by jinful

Namjoon/Rap Monster:

He couldn’t fathom why your parents were being so ignorant. There was nothing wrong with transgender people, they weren’t evil creatures to be feared - Namjoon wondered why your parents treated them, and more specifically you, in this way.

Every time they said something transphobic, you could feel his hand grip your own tighter. His eyes turned dark as he rubbed his other hand soothingly up and down your side. He could tell how shitty hearing this was making you feel. 

But through it all Namjoon decided to keep his mouth shut. He didn’t want to start a fight or display his anger to them - this would only end up worse for you. 

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

- angus  ♡ ♡ ♡

Old friends (5/?)


Summary: y/n and Sam Wilson have been neighbors since she moved to NewYork . When Sam started being an avenger they drifted, just random texts or calls . That was until the events between Steve, Bucky and Tony.  Things are all cleared now, everyone is back at the tower and/or avengers facility, including Bucky. But what happens when the reader shows up at the facility looking for Sam?

Pairings: Sam Wilson x reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x reader

Warnings: a little kissing  swearing, drama, angst.


Originally posted by fourteenyearswithpain

 You wake up to beeping, and something squeezing your hand.

  “Y/n, wake up. Please. I don’t know if you can hear me….” You recognize the voice within 2 seconds. Sam’s such a sap. You mentally roll your eyes. He keeps talking, while you wait for the perfect moment to to say something. “You’re the sister I-” Your eyes are open now but Sam has his head laying on the hospital bed. Seriously? What else could he possibly say? You slowly move your other hand up, removing the oxygen mask on your face. Finally, Sam pauses, giving you the perfect opportunity. You yell or at least try to.

  “Sam!” It comes out raspy and you feel like you sound like an angry old man. He nearly falls out of his seat.

   “Dammit, Y/n! What the hell!” You attempt to laugh, but immediately regret it. Your entire body feels like it got hit by a bus. Trying to yell sends a wave of pain through you that you’ve never experienced before. At that moment, it all comes back to you; the fire, the hydra agent, Josh, everything. You’re eyes go wide and you feel like you can’t get enough air in your lungs. You can hear Sam repeating your name, and then yelling for the Doctor.

Ross is hydra. That’s the only explanation, right?

  “Hello y/n, I’m Dr. Cho, but you can call me Helen. It’s great to finally meet you.” You try to come back to your senses and reply to her. “Same here, Helen. How bad is the damage?” Here we go.

   “Nothing life threatening or permanent. Two severely bruised ribs, a mild concussion, and a black eye. You inhaled a dangerous amount of smoke, so I’ve had you on oxygen since they brought you over from the other hospital. Your lungs should be mostly clear within a day or two, but as you heard already your voice may not be back to full strength right away.”

  “How long have I been out?” you only get a whisper out.

  “About 10 hours. You spent two hours at another hospital until we got you transferred here.” Am I at the tower? Where is ‘here’?

“Am I at the tower?” You ask in a quiet voice. She nods and tells you that you’re on the medical level. Huh, I never even knew this was here. Cool.

  “The team has been in and out, but I prefer only one person in here with you at a time, that’s why Sam stayed.” You look over at Sam but he’s staring at his hands. Helen leaves you alone with Sam, and you’re just waiting for him to pitch a fit. But when the moment doesn’t come, you turn to him.

  “On a scale of 1-10, how mad are you?” There’s no humor in your voice. You barely register that it’s your own. You just want an honest answer and for him to get the lecture over with.

  “Five. I would have done the same damn thing, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay, Y/n.“ He sounds worn out, and you feel bad. The pocket knife, oh my God I need to tell Sam everything NOW. You go to sit up but your ribs stop you.

  "Fuck! This hurts like hell.”

  “If bruised ribs are anything like broken ribs, you’re going to have a hell of time moving around.”

  “Thanks, that’s exactly what I want to fucking hear.” You roll your eyes and continue, “Listen Sammy, I have to tell you what happened.” He looks at you confused, but he pours you a cup of water and waits for you to be able to continue. You drink the water slowly, and it feels ridiculously soothing going down your throat. After your finish it, you take a deep breath and prepare yourself. “I went into the building to get Joshua, ya know, one of the Duncan’s kids. When I entered the apartment, there was a man. That’s where all the injuries mostly came from. He threw me around like a fucking ragdoll. I knocked him over, something flew out of his pocket. Go in my pants pocket, I picked it up when I was trying to get away.” Sam moves to the dresser next to the hospital bed and pulls out your pants. He sticks his hands in all the pockets until he finds the knife. He takes it out and sees the symbol on it.

 "You’ve got to be kidding.“

 "Just wait, it gets better. He was an inhuman, or experiment, I’m not too sure. He had fire coming out of his hands, and the fire around him wasn’t phasing him. When he thought I was down for good, he said 'you should be careful whose toes you step on, you never know who their friends are’. He made a call and said I was taken care of.”

You can see the anger in Sam’s eyes as he pieces together everything. You look around the room now that you have a chance. It’s plain, but nicer than most hospital rooms. I just want to be home. As soon as that thought crosses your mind, you realize your home just burned to the ground. Everything you owned was gone. You feel tears spilling over onto your cheeks.

  “Sammy, whatever you had left there is gone. All my stuff is gone. What’s going to happen?”

 Sam moves to your side and kisses the top of your head. “It’s going to be okay. You can stay here with us. It will all work out, Y/n.” You nod trying to calm yourself down. Sam leaves to make a phone call, and when he comes back Helen is with him.

  “Well first, you are going to need help for a while. Bruised ribs take a little while to completely heal, so you may need help doing basic things, like sitting, showering, or changing.” You look over to Sam and wink and he just shakes his head. She chuckles and continues, "Second, your eye will heal quicker, but it will still hurt and your vision may be blurry for a while, so there’s no driving until it’s completely healed.”

 "Yes Ma'am. Does that mean I can leave this damn bed now?“ I just want to be in a normal bed.

 "Yes, but I need to check your lungs in a couple days. If you feel any discomfort, whether it’s when you try to sleep or during the day, let me know and I can give you pain medication.” You nod and as you try to get up on your own, Helen holds a finger up to signal you to hold on and rushes out of the room. She comes back with a smile and a wheelchair.

  “Oh hell no, I am not getting in that thing! I’m not 90. I can walk on my own.” Sam and Helen share a knowing look, but keep quiet. You get yourself on your feet but when you go to take a step, your leg gives out and your body heads straight for the floor. Sam thankfully catches you. He places you in the chair and smirks at you. You roll your eyes and mumble a thank you to Helen.

 "Can’t you push this thing any faster, Wilson? My Grandma has more speed than this.“ You know you sound like a brat but you can’t help it.

 "Alright crabby, calm down.” He rolls you into the elevator and presses the communal floor button. Fucking finally. Crap. I’m not ready for the lectures, especially Steve. I love the man, he really has a sick habit of mothering though. “You know, Barnes has been driving everyone insane since he found out.” You don’t say anything and just stare at your hands in your lap. “The fire was all over the news. It was a big deal, y/n. So was the mysterious woman that saved a child. ” OH. Well…

 "Great. How is everyone else?“ I hope everyone isn’t mad about this.

  "You’re the one that’s wrapped in bandages and you’re worried about everyone else? No one’s mad at you, Y/n, you just gave us a heart attack. Everyone is fine though. I haven’t really seen Tony. Banner said he hasn’t left the lab since the meeting.” This is what I didn’t want to happen. He feels guilty about Ross.

  You sigh. “Sam, he’s beating himself up over the Ross thing. I know it. Hasn’t anyone tried to talk to him?“

 "Steve tried but got nowhere. Bruce said he’ll only discuss projects with him.”

Mental note : Take care of Tony after you deal with everyone when you get home.


 You ditch the wheelchair in the elevator, ignoring Sam’s pleas to just suck it up and use it. Taking three steps off the elevator, you already have Natasha and Wanda right in front of you.

 "Y/n, we’re so happy you’re okay!“ Wanda goes to hug you but stops. She must have remembered your ribs. Spreading your arms as open as you can, you wiggle your fingers while looking at the girls.

 "You two better fucking hug me. I’m not a piece of glass; I won’t break.” They smile, gently hugging you. When they let you go, you see Steve behind them. And it begins…

 "Alright Steve, lay it on me. I’m ready for the ‘don’t be a hero speech’.“ You try to cross your arms but realize it’s an awful idea. Everyone sees you struggle and gives you sympathetic looks. "Don’t look at me like that! I’m fine! Give me the damn speech, Rogers.” Your attitude was on full display now.

  “ Does everyone think I’m going to lecture them about everything?” Steve throws his arms in the air. You let out a quiet laugh and step towards him. You snake your arms around his tiny waist, giving him a light hug, as he kisses the top of your head.

 "What you did was brave, but don’t ever do that again, Y/n.“

  You look up at him and beam a smile at him, "Yes Captain!” He rolls his eyes while everyone else laughs. You hear Bucky’s laugh somewhere in the room but you don’t see him.

  “Barnes, are you hiding from me?” You ask playfully. You hear his laugh again and he appears from behind Steve.

  “No, kitten. I just don’t know if I can be gentle with you.” He winks and you instantly blush.

  “Oh sweetheart, who says I want it gentle?” You hear Sam start coughing. You snort as a response, trying not to laugh so you don’t stress your throat.

 "Alright, can we not do this right now? Keep your dirty talk between you two. Damn.“ Buck rolls his eyes while you stifle a giggle. You can hear Nat and Wanda laugh and see Steve smirk.

  "On a different note, I think we need a family meeting.” You say. All you get in returned are questioning looks. “Oh, I’m sorry, did that sound like a suggestion? Because it really wasn’t. Living room in 15 minutes.” No one expects that much sass to come out of you, but you’re tired and in pain.

  “I doubt we’ll get Stark out of the lab, Y/n,” Nat says as she walks towards the kitchen. You follow, grabbing a cup of coffee with a plate of donuts from the counter.

 "Don’t worry about Tony, I’ll get him. Just make sure everyone else is there.“ Time to help Tony.


                  When you get to the lab you see Tony tinkering with his iron man mask.

  "You can’t change perfection, Tony.” He looks up and grins at you. You set the coffee and donuts down in front of him.

“Glad to see you’re still in one piece, darling. But you kinda sound like you belong in an elderly center.” He walks over and kisses your cheek. You push the coffee towards him.

  “How long have you been hiding in your lab? ” He doesn’t answer, just drinks the coffee and sets it back down. You decide to try a different tactic. “What Ross did wasn’t you fault. You didn’t know, so stop blaming yourself. I was bluffing when I said about the kid’s family and how the kid died. It was just a feeling I had. I didn’t even know his name, but I had a feeling Ross went all 9 yards when he lied to you and a made fake social media for the kid and everything. And I was right. Instead of staying in your lab and drowning in guilt all alone, why don’t you do something about it? You see these injuries? They were a  thank you gift from Ross and his friends at Hydra for what I revealed in the meeting.” That Got Tony’s attention real quick.

  “What are you-” You cut him off.

  “Come with me, please.” You turn and make you way out of the lab with Tony following you back to the communal floor. You walk in together and everyone is already there. All eyes are on you now, but you let Sam tell the story you told him in the hospital. Talking only makes everything worse right now. Fuck this.  You slowly sit on the couch with Wanda and Natasha, listening to Sam tell them about the hydra agent and what he said. Everyone was silent, which kind of scares you.

 You stand up and try to clear your throat. “We have no real proof that he is Hydra. All we have is an assumption based on what the agent said, and that he lied to Tony to push him for the accords. You guys can’t do anything until we have more. You know he’ll probably try something again if he finds out I’m alive, but until then we have to let this go.”

 Everyone looks at you like you have eight heads. Bucky is the first one to speak.

  “Look at what he did to you! You expect us to just sit and be quiet about it? Have you lost your mind?” You wince at the tone and volume of his voice. You can feel the prick of tears in your eyes but try to push them back. Sam moves to your side, but you step away.

 "Yeah Barnes, that’s exactly what I expect. Because you are not going to put yourself in danger until it is absolutely fucking necessary. Do you understand me?“ You move so you’re standing directly in front of him. No one else dares to say anything.

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Barnes stands up straighter and glares at you. "You do not get to give me orders. You aren’t a part of this team, you don’t have a fucking say.” Ouch. Everyone is silent and in shock.

  You turn and starting to walk towards the elevator. I don’t have to stay and listen to this. You step into the elevator and are about to close the doors when Tony steps in.  He takes your hand in his and hits the button for the roof.

  “Why are we going to the roof?” You ask quietly, tears starting to run down your face.

  “It’s quiet up there. I think we both need it right now.” You stay silent for the rest of the elevator ride. You follow behind Tony as he leads you to a sitting area on the roof. As you sit down next to him, you realize you haven’t been up here yet.

. “You know, Barnes is right. You aren’t an Avenger. But you are very important to everyone on the team. Did you know that Sergeant Freezer Burn was going crazy when we saw you on the news? He tried to go to the hospital before we got you transferred here. You are just as much a part of this team as any of us. Minus all the cool stuff we get to do.”

  You roll your eyes. You know Tony’s right, you care about everyone on the team and they all seem to care for you.

 “I’ll make you a deal, T. I’ll keep myself out of danger, if you promise not to keep punishing yourself for things that you have no control over.“

  Tony takes a minute to answer, but eventually nods his head in agreement.You sit together a little while longer before Tony kisses your forehead and heads back inside. You lay back on the lounger and stare up at the night sky. You hear footsteps approaching and you turn your head to see your visitor.

  "How come no one told me how nice it is up here, Steve?” You turn your gaze back to the sky. You hear him laugh and feel the chair dip next to you.

  “I thought you knew. Listen, Y/n, about what Bucky said… He’s not wrong.” You turn your head to Steve, but before you can even say anything, he covers your mouth with his hand. You raise one of your eyebrows at him, waiting for him to continue.

  “He also wasn’t right. He was a little harsh. I don’t blame him for it though. None of us want to see you get stuck in the crossfire here. We haven’t known you very long, but somehow you managed to snake your way into all of our lives in one way or another. Especially Buck’s. When he first came back from Wakanda, he didn’t speak to anyone besides me. It took him months to adjust to the team, even then he was still cautious of how he acted or what he said in front of them. Then all the sudden you came walking through these doors. The day we met you was the first time I saw a glimpse of the old Bucky I knew. The ladies man, you know he use to be very smooth with the dames back in our day.” By now, Steve removed his hand and you were both smiling.

  “You are the only girl I’ve seen him be that way with. Hell, he’s getting closer to you than he is with most of the team, Y/n. So just don’t be mad at him for protecting you. He just spoke what all of us were thinking. And frankly, you’re getting real bossy, Y/n.” He smiles and laughs as you elbow him in the side.

  “Yeah well, someone’s got to keep you idiots in line. I’m sorry for overstepping like that, Steve, but you know I’m right about having to wait it out.”

  “Yeah, I guess you were. Just let Buck off easy, alright? He means well.” You nod and Steve disappears back inside. You turn back to look at the stars and find yourself drifting off.


You wake up to someone rubbing your shoulder. You open your eyes to see Bucky standing above you with a smirk on his face.

  “I could get use to you being underneath me.” Are you serious right now? Wait am I still on the roof?

  You ignore him and sit slowly sit up to look around. Yup, still on the roof. You start to stand up and Bucky goes to help you up, but you shake him off. You begin trudging towards the elevators when Bucky speaks up.

 "You know, they took everything from me before; Steve, my arm, my memories, my freedom. Now, they almost took you too.“ You stop dead in your tracks and whirl around.

 "I know, Barnes. I can’t even begin to understand what you went through.” You take one of his hands in yours. “But I can’t let you throw yourself in danger to get back at them for a couple of bruised ribs and a black eye.” He stands up in front of you and gently traces around the black circle over your eye. You’re looking anywhere but into his eyes. “I can’t lose you, Buck. Any of you.”

  He nods. “Let’s get you to bed; it’s late.” He stands up, still holding onto your hand.

  “I’m going to stay in the infirmary tonight,” you say regretfully. “I think I need Helen to give me something for my ribs and see if there’s anything she can do about my throat.” He has a somber look on his face . You wrap your arms around his waist and nuzzle your face against his chest.

  “We’ll get him eventually, Buck.” He walks you to the elevator and you get off at the hospital floor. The nurse on duty hooks you up to an IV with morphine to help with the pain and you eventually doze off into a peaceful sleep.


 For the first couple days, Helen has you attached to the IV meds to help with the pain.Your throat is still tender, but your voice is getting closer to normal. After the second day, you’re getting sick of staying in the medical bay. You try to get out of the bed, but the drugs are making you feel a little light headed and loopy. You giggle to yourself when you finally make it out of bed, wheeling the IV stand with you to the elevator. In the elevator, you press the button for the communal level and you look to the doors where you see your reflection. Your hair’s a mess, and the black eye is still apparent. You pull up Sam’s giant shirt and tie it below your chest. You traced your hands over the bruises on your ribs, and then over your eye. They weren’t as dark anymore, but they were still pretty bad. I look like a hobo. These sweats are so baggy, I’m surprised they haven’t fallen off yet.

 When the doors open, you make your way to the couch. Your vision was slightly blurry either from the black eye, drugs, or both. But you safely made your way onto the couch without falling off or over, so that was an accomplishment. You hear the elevator doors open and let out an annoyed sigh.

 Before you can tell who it is you speak up, slightly slurred, "I am not going back to the medical wing, so don’t waste your breathe!” It comes out sassier than you intended, and you sound slightly drunk.

 You hear a deep laugh and turn your head and see Tony. He actually kept to the deal? Good man stark, good man. He plops down next to you and grabs the remote for the TV.

“I’m not going to make you go back, I can only imagine how boring it was there.” How does anyone not like Tony?

  “I see you’re out of your lab of self pity. Does that mean you’re coming up with a plan, Iron Ass?”

  He laughs and continues flipping through the channels. “I’m working on it, kiddo.” You sit silently, watching whatever movie he turns on. You can’t really focus on it too much; whatever painkillers Helen gave you are hitting you hard. You hear the elevator doors open again but don’t bother to look and see who it is.

 "Why aren’t you in the infirmary, y/n?“ BUCKY! YAY!

 You look at Bucky and start giggling. "Tony says I don’t have to go back!” You stick your tongue out at Bucky and turn back to the TV.

 "For the record, I never said that.I said that I don’t blame her for ditching the med level. It’s awful there.“ Bucky glares at him and Tony puts his hands up in surrender. He places the remote next to you, and pats your leg.

 "Good luck dealing with Robocop, dear.” Tony leaves for the elevator and Bucky stands directly in front of you, glaring at you .Good God, how can he be attractive all the damn time. Get ugly Barnes.

 "Uh Buck, I’m trying to watch tv but your beautiful body is blocking it.“ You smile up at him. You can see his glare start to fade.

 "What the hell is Helen giving you, Doll?” You giggle and shrug your shoulders, pointing to the IV connected to you arm.

 "I have no clue, but I like it.“ You giggle again and hear him chuckle.

 "Don’t ya think you should be in bed with all those drugs running through you? How did you even make it up here, Kitten?” Damn, I fucking love when he calls me that.

 "Well, take me to bed, Sergeant,“ you practically purr at him. You can see a shift in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything. He kneels next you the couch and looks are you. You just stare into his eyes.

"Come on, let’s go, Y/n.” Your eyes widen. No way, he’s not taking me to bed. This is great!

 A big grin make its way to your face and you go to stand up.You get halfway up, but suddenly feel dizzy. You fall back onto the couch, groaning. You close your eyes and feel Bucky cup your cheek with his metal hand. You lean into it.

 "What’s wrong, y/n? Does something hurt? Should I call Helen?“ You feel like he’s bombarding you with a million questions, but in reality it was only three.

 "No no, I’m okay.” Your speech is getting slurred again. “Just a little light headed, sweetheart.” Bucky’s eyebrows raise at the petname you let slip. You giggle again and gaze at him.

 "Don’t look so surprised, Barnes. I know that you know that I know how I feel about you.” Your sentence sounds jumbled,and not very clear, but Bucky is too entertained to stop you.

 "What is it that you think I know, Doll?”

 "That I like you, duh. The only thing that doesn’t make sense is why you haven’t done anything about it, Sergeant Cockblock.“ You snort at yourself. Bucky is trying not to laugh. He’s also trying to figure out if you’re telling the truth or if it’s the drugs. He always just assumed your relationship would go as far as flirting. Neither of you ever brought up the almost kisses or the sexual tension. You just went with the flow.

 When he looks back at you, you are already looking at him "Well? Are you ever going to kiss me, or just keep playing with me Barnes?” You may be a little doped out, well maybe more than a little, but this has been going through your head since the night on the balcony. Is he ever going to tell me? I better fucking remember this. I wonder if giraffes ever cuddle.

  Before he can answer, you blurt out your last thought. "James, do you think giraffes cuddle?” He lets out a loud laugh. God I love that sound.

 "Alright pretty girl, I think it’s time for a nap.“ He grabs a pillow and blanket from the other couch and when he turns back, you’re already asleep. He lays you down on the couch and covers you up. Leaning over, he kisses your forehead. As he pulls away. you turn and look at him.

"When I’m not doped out, I’m coming for you, Sergeant.” You wink, then slowly close your eyes. He smiles, praying you stick to your word.


You wake up on the couch with Helen in front of you.

“Well I see you escaped the med level, Y/n.” You smiled shyly, moving to stretch. You let out a loud screech when you feel a sharp pain. Fuck I how did I forget? You put your hands on your ribs, feeling tears rolling down your puffy cheeks. Helen sends you a sad smile while disconnecting you from the IV.

 "I suggest we take you off the IV during the day, stick to tylenol for now. We’ll use it at night so you can sleep without discomfort.“ You nod, the tears still flowing. "It will heal soon, Y/n. I know it’s stressful to feel vulnerable. From what I can see, everyone here is ready to help you at any minute of they day. Don’t underestimate how much your friends care for you.” You let Helen’s words sink in as she leaves you on the couch.

  “FRIDAY, where is everyone and how long was I asleep?”

  “Good evening miss Y/n, it’s 6:38 p.m. You’ve been asleep for about 15 hours. The team was called to an important conference about 13 hours ago. They are due back before tomorrow.”

 "Holy fuck.“ I slept 15 fucking hours. Why didn’t anyone wake me when they left? Rude. "Did they leave any notes for me?” Doubt it.

 "Agent Romanoff wanted me to remind you that you cannot change, or shower, without help, and not to even try because there will be consequences. If you need help, I can call Dr. Cho. Do not put any stress on your ribs or abdomen for the time being.“

 You sit and stare at the ceiling for awhile. You have Friday call Helen to help you out of your clothes and she suggests putting a robe on, that way you and slide it on and off. You go into Sam’s room and find long red robe. As you sit in Sam’s room, being happy you don’t sound like 90 year old smoker anymore, you start to remember bits and pieces of the conversation between you and Bucky. "When I’m not doped out, I’m coming for you Sergeant” Real smooth, y/n. Maybe you should actually do something about it this time.

 "FRIDAY, tell me when the team is 10 minutes out, please.“ She agrees. You spend the rest of the night sleeping and waiting.

A couple hours later, FRIDAY alerts you that the team is 10 minutes out. You throw some pants on under Sam’s robe and make your way to the hangar. When the jet lands, the door opens and everyone strolls out. Some of the team look aggravated, some just look exhausted. You give everyone hello hugs, until you got to Bucky. Nut up or shut up, Y/n.

  You walk up to him with a sly smirk across your face. "Welcome home, Barnes.” He smiles and goes to put his arms around your waist. You stop him with a hand to his chest. You fist your hands in the low part of his jacket and yank it down so he’s almost your height. His eyes grow wide and your smirk gets bigger. You take the last step, closing any distance between your bodies, and place your lips against his. How are his lips so soft? You feel his hands on your waist as his lips melt with yours. He laces one of his hands in your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss. You part your lips to let out a gasp and he uses that moment to bite your bottom lip between his.

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  You can hear the team yelling a mix of  "finally", whistling, and then there’s Sam who is fake gagging very loudly. You pull away to catch your breath and see the blissful smile on Bucky’s face. Your cheeks are tinted pink and so are his.

 "Well hello to you too, Kitten.” You roll your eyes and push away from him.

 "Don’t get use to this, Buck!“ you yell over your shoulder as you make your way over to the team. Everyone has smirks on the faces and Sam is the first one to speak.

  "How come you don’t welcome me home like that Y/n? I thought we were cool!” If you roll your eyes any harder they’ll permanently be in the back of your head. You wiggle your finger at Sam signaling him to bend to your height, and place a kiss on his cheek.

 "You happy now you big baby?“ Everyone laughs and continues on there way to the communal level.


"So what was this big meeting about guys. You were gone for awhile.” You ask as you sit next to Bucky on the couch. He throws his arm over your shoulders and keeps smirking at you.

  You lean up and whisper in his ear, “Behave yourself soldier.” You nip his ear and turn back to the team, waiting for an answer.  You see everyone sharing concerned looks.

  You raise your eyebrows. “Don’t all talk at once.”

Steve was the one to speak up. “We had a meeting with Fury, concerning Ross. He had new information on Hydra.”

  “Okay…And are you going to share it with me or keep taking dramatic pauses, Rogers?” You’re getting irritated, but you thought this Ross thing was going to be on the back burner for the time being.

  “That’s classified, Y/n, but we are going after Ross. Soon.” You’ve hit your tipping point.

 "Did any of you consider the fucking outcome of going after him this early, with so little information?  Unless Furry gave you golden fucking information, you are putting yourselves in unnecessary danger. Ross will try something again when he realizes I’m not fucking dead, so why rush?!“ You’re yelling at this point, with your finger pointed at Steve. No one dares to comment. You expect Bucky to, but he won’t even look at you right now.

   Steve tries again. "Y/n, you don’t understand. They-”

  “They what, Steve? What could they possibly have that’s going to make this okay?”
  “They know you’re still alive. Hydra put a hit out on you. You have a fucking target on your back. Your safety is jeopardized because of being friends with us.”  

Oh…Shit… I didn’t see that coming.


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Peter stays the night again. The man cooks for the two of them, Stiles finishes his homework, Peter uses his shower and poaches more of Stiles’ clothes, and they end up in the fort again, knees and arms knocking together, blankets piled on top of them.

“Should we be expecting your father tonight?”  Peter enquires idly, not sounding like he cares much either way.

“Mm, no, he’s working on a case out of town.”  It’s instinct to check his phone, but there’s no text message waiting for him, and that’s to be expected too.  He sends one off to Scott though, just to check in, just to ask how he’s doing after everything that went down.  He doesn’t get a reply this time either, which doesn’t surprise him one bit.

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Perierat et Inventus est (8)

Bucky x Steve x OC

A/B/O AU

Notes: angst, fluff, smut, violence, torture/conditioning, dubious medical procedures.

A/N: Enter: Tony Stark and Clint Barton, and a new life long bond is established. 

Bucky doesn’t seem phased by the question and fishes his cellphone out of his pocket. “Go ahead”  he says and hands the phone over to Bruce.

“And don’t even think of accusing my Omega for this, because I instructed him to leave his at home” Bucky adds calmly and looks over to Steve for conformation briefly.

Steve nods instantly, a hard look in his eyes.

Bruce sighs and nods. “Sorry. I’m still gonna have tech take a look at your phone”

“Sure” Bucky shrugs and turns to Steve, giving his Omega a stern look in order to calm him down. Steve is seething, angry because Bucky just risked his life for this man, and Javen, when he has no ties whatsoever to them. This is just his job. Nothing more. And still, he’ll risk everything, and this is what he gets in return. It’s not right.

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Two can play that game- A Jacob Black imagine

Woo! Another imagine! I worked so hard on this so I hope you all like it, this is two requests tied into one that’s why it is so long, I like them long what about you? Anyway! Tell me if you like it!

Request 1: Jacob black imagine where you imprint on him but you’re to scared so you run away but then jacob finds out and confronts you about it? thx

Request 2: Could you do a jacob black imagine where you and him are dating but every time bella comes he goes off with her and you can’t take it anymore so you go flirt with edward (he flirts back) and jacob gets protective and all that? thank you hun!


“Don’t worry, we’re here to help you.” The calming voice said behind me, I turned to look and saw a strong shirtless man, with dark tan skin and short black hair. “My name is Sam, this is Leah and Seth.” He said motioning to the two people on the left of him. “You just phased for the first time, I know you must be scared, we can help you control it.”

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