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You Have No Idea

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter and the Reader go to school together, however once Peter shows up at Stark tower, the Reader is curious as to why he is there.

Word Count: 1,930

Warnings: language, fluff, adorableness, talk of powers, annoying Tony, shy reader (bc I’m trash). (Err, that’s it?)

A/N: To the anon that requested this, I hope you like it! I sort of changed it up a little bit, so I hope you don’t mind. The length of this, I apologize, holy shit. I could not find a way to end this. *Also, the Reader’s powers are based on the character Catiana (in case you are wondering!) Please let me know what you guys think of it, I’d love some feedback. Enjoy reading!


Walking into school, you held tightly to your backpack and moved swiftly through the crowd, avoiding an “accidental” bump in with anyone that came unexpectedly.

Since you had a few minutes before your first class, you went to your locker and replaced the books in your backpack with the ones you needed today for classes.

Rolling your eyes and groaning as you picked up your heavy Algebra book, you stuffed it roughly into your backpack.

It’s not that you hated math, it’s just you weren’t that great at it, which definitely bothered you since you were in a class full of legit geniuses.

Not only did that class give you anxiety with being called on or not understanding anything, but it was also because there was one nerd who always caught your attention. The one that should probably be in college level math rather than Algebra in some high school. The one who looked so soft and cuddly. The one with the never ending collection of sweaters.

The one named, Peter Parker.

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Tantalizing

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Cumplay, Degrading Names, Angst, Intercourse, Oral, Orgasm Denial, Thigh Riding
Word Count: 5,965

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Ignore This Text

Summary: Sam somehow gets a favor out of Bucky, resulting in a very awkward confrontation with a local barista.
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Characters: Female Reader, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers
Word Count: 1,980

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Every Sunday morning, at precisely 8:45, Bucky finds himself at a quaint, little cafe just a block away from the Brooklyn apartment himself, Steve, and Sam, who he finds utterly unbearable, live together. Like clockwork, he’ll wake up, argue with Sam about him eating the rest of whatever food Bucky was attempting to have for breakfast, Steve offering to go grocery shopping the umpteenth time that week, and with Bucky frustratingly storming out of the apartment subconsciously heading towards the cafe with the best muffins and no with Sam Wilson in sight.

Just like all the weeks before, Bucky’s feet hurriedly carry himself down the empty morning sidewalk as he groans in annoyance. This Sunday Sam had decided to finish off the carton of egg whites, that clearly had a bright blue sticky-note with Bucky’s name on it, and to use up all the hot water in the apartment. It seemed as if this man’s purpose on Earth was to make Bucky Barnes’ life more difficult than it had to be.

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Only Way To Live - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 4818

Warnings: Kinky Filth, NSFW, 18+, Oral (Female Receiving)

Notes: Honestly, I’m kinda mixed about this entire thing? I don’t think it’s as good as some of the other stuff I’ve written. The idea was so good for this too! I got the idea from an episode of Attack of Titan while I was in my slump. So, please, any feedback ya’ll have would be appreciated.

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kitchen sink

James Potter to all children grow up except four: so if i’m john lennon

James Potter: then sirius is ringo starr

James Potter: remus is paul mccartney

James Potter: and pete can be pete best

Peter Pettigrew: ok

Remus Lupin: i can deal with that

Sirius Black: i heard ringo starr was a massive dick

James Potter: exactly my point

Sirius Black: blocked


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You Meme A Lot To Me

Clint has created a chatroom.

Clint has invited Y/N, Natasha.

Clint: every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break

Natasha: clint, it’s 2 am.

Clint: every step you take

Clint: I’ll be watching you. happy valentine’s day. my gifts will be delivering later on pls do not trash them

Natasha: is that coulson’s song?

Y/N: this explains why my room is flooded with gifts from the others

Natasha: why must tony give us all cardboard cutouts of him every year?

Pietro has joined the chat.

Pietro: couldn’t u choose a better song old man? this is why u have no valentine. even ur wife said no.

Clint: did i invite u? no.

Pietro: today is a day of love so don’t be salty

Clint: Na.

Clint: hahaha get it

Pietro: no

Clint: ofc you wouldn’t

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Cure (intro)

Bucky Barnes x reader 

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst and obviously, eventually: smut. 

Summary: Bucky comes back from a mission, not remembering who he is or who anyone else is. He doesn’t remember Steve, Natasha or the woman he loves. She does immediately catch his eye, though. He thinks she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, and he’s not afraid to say it in front of people he doesn’t know anyway. What does he have to lose? As far as he knows, he has nothing. On top of being somewhere he doesn’t remember ever being and being stared at by people who seem to know him, but he doesn’t know in return, he hears a voice in his own head. Because, of course, he must be insane. 

A/N: Here we are! The sequel series to Remedy :) I was gonna go somewhere else with this, but it kinda hit me out of nowhere and I thought this could be as sweet and cute as it could be heartbreaking and funny at the same time. Get ready for some awkward situations (and boners), people! 

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

There’s a woman standing in front of me. She looks sad, scared; but still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. She says ‘Bucky’, and I can’t help but think that I’ve heard that before, but I don’t know what it means. I don’t know where I am, but I feel no threat, not from the man in the blue combat-suit next to me, not from the red head that’s next to him, holding his hand and looking equally sad as the woman before me. Not even from the man with the glasses and a doctor’s coat on my left. They all look at me as if they know me, and.. like me? They look nice enough, I guess. But I can’t help but stare at the woman standing only a feet away from me, tears in her eyes. She looks so sad.

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Hard to Get - Thomas

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 9,016

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Kinky Thomas, Multiple Orgasms, Oral (both receiving), Bondage, Hair Pulling, Public Oral Sex, Masturbation, Thomas’s giant dick pressing into his jeans (cause hot damn we all know it does)

Notes: Some cute lil nonnie said they wanted me to write another Thomas smut. So kinky Thomas it is. Thanks @stilinski-jpeg @minhosmeanhoe and @dylan-trash-tbh for yelling at me to write this so much. Otherwise I would have kept procrastinating. I hope this is worth yelling at me so much. 

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“Can Confirm” [Daveed x Reader]

Prompt: If you’re still taking request can I ask for a daveed x reader? Where Daveed loses his voice after a show and the reader had to take care of him? Thank you, I appreciate it.

A/N: so it’s been like 20 years since I posted an imagine? I’m sorry my loves, I hope you all forgive me and enjoy this!! xoxox

T/W: having a cold?

A/U: modern

Words: 2539

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You pulled your coat closer around your body as you stepped outside into the winter snow, rushing to hail a taxi to take you to your workplace. You had been off of work and on holiday for a week, and were excited to get back to your job. 

You were a dresser for a few of the cast members in the musical Hamilton, a job that doesn’t sound all that amazing but filled you with immense happiness. Being that close to the buzzing energy of an acclaimed theatre show made you tingle with excitement every night – and it didn’t hurt that virtually every cast member was incredibly amazing to both hang out with and to look at. You never understood how they could sustain enough energy for a two-hour show, let alone doing it eight times a week. Nonetheless, every member made you feel apart of the Hamilton family. 

You jumped out of the taxi as it pulled up to the Richard Rogers theatre, thanking the driver and giving him some cash before hurrying into the heated venue. You looked up as you heard someone laugh at you shaking small bits of snow out of your hair. 

“Good afternoon, Y/N. Snowing outside?”

“Very observant of you, Lin,” you smiled back, giving him a hug hello and answering all his questions about your holiday, before making your way to the boys’ dressing room to help them get ready for the first show of a two-show day. 

You said a few more hellos on your way down the hall, slowing down as you neared Oak, Anthony, and Daveed’s communal dressing room to catch the end of their conversation.

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it ain't me // dylan o'brien

Summary: Dylan doesn’t realize how much he loves Y/N until it’s too late

Requested: no, based off of this song

Pairing: Dylan & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes and smut

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The envelope had remained untouched on the counter for nearly a week.

Every time he looked at the stupid piece of white paper an immense pain clouded over him like he lived in Seattle and there was no chance of him ever seeing the sun again.

The only thing she had left behind was the letter and a cardboard box with his name scribbled across the front in her messy handwriting.

The two objects had been taunting him for the past week, surely collecting dust by now.

As he took another sip from the bottle clutched tightly in his hand, the cool amber liquid provided him with a small amount of relief he was craving.

Extending his legs onto the coffee table, he squinted his eyes as he flipped through the channels, the only source of light in his dark apartment being that of the muted television he had been staring at for the past 3 days.

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Traitor

Request: “can i request a draco fic where you move to hogwarts from another wizarding school in like year 10 (10th grade idk how you might say it) and you come from a really well known Gryffindoor family, you know the Weasleys, but get sorted into Slytherin and everyones really shocked and you become friends with Harry and Hermione (you already knew Ron) but you have a secret fling with Draco and it somehow gets revealed and backlash from Pansy and Harry, Ron and Hermione of course. Thanks so much xxx”

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 2216

Warnings: implied SMUT boiiiiiiiiiii also i feel like this fic is v incoherent and messy but i hope u guys enjoy it anyway hehe

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom


You were green in a sea of red. Since your first day at Hogwarts, you had felt misplaced. There had been many hushed meetings with the sorting hat, with Dumbledore too. You asked and asked until you had more questions than you had started off with. Your Father’s side of the family, all Gryffindors, and your Mother’s side all American Thunderbirds. Neither pointed towards the outcome that occurred the day you arrived at Hogwarts, the same week you had returned to the UK to live with your father.

Slytherin.

And yet, you felt shunned by them. Your last name carried deep significance to all Gryffindors, the name engraved in many trophies and plaques. The day you joined the cunning house of Slytherin was the only time you sat at your table, for even though you now wore the green robes, the only people who you felt at home with were the brave ones; the lions. You were a snake amongst strong beasts, and it really showed. That was, until you met a young blonde boy who helped you understand where you belonged.

You had met him on your first day, his eyes quick and calculating as you walked down the hallway, surrounded by your new supportive Gryffindor friends.

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dallas & your ex - imagine

requested by @suuny96 - (thanks for requesting babe! im really sorry that it took so long to post!1! i’ve been backed up by hw :/)
warnings: mild cursing

To many, Dallas Winston seemed like an icy glare and a leather jacket - the guy that everyone knew to be outwardly hard, cold and mean. But Dally was yours; you knew that Dal wasn’t as cold as many thought he was. Sure, he had a pretty tough outer shell, but something told you that for as long as you two had been together, Dal had thawed out a little just for you.

He never really liked taking you out, always wanting to stay at his, yours, or very occasionally the Curtises’. Whenever he did take you out, it would usually be because you’d been bringing it up to him. So even though Dal didn’t really like watching movies and would normally fall asleep during the showing, he reluctantly promised to take you out to the moviehouse this time. Having time to kill before the movie had shown, you two stopped by at the DX to bother Steve and Soda.

“Well, Soda! Look who decided to show their faces,”Steve called over at you two, giggling with car grease on his cheek. His voice had made Soda look up from around a car hood.

“Dal, Y/N! What are you two up to over here?” Soda beamed, eyes gleaming as usual.

“We came to see Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee. Why else?” Dal answered, referring to Steve and Soda.

"Well, It’s good to see ya, but Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee are real busy today, Dal,” Soda said, eyeing the cars beginning to make a line down the driveway. Somehow, even before it got busy, Steve had been trying to work on two cars at once while Soda stood pumping gas. But out of the line of cars that waited for gas, a single car seemed familiar to you.  And then it hit you.

You knew exactly whose car that belonged to. You could even make out the despised facial features of the guy in the driver’s seat. It was your ex-boyfriend - the boy who you used to be deathly afraid of, who cheated on you like it was nothing. The boy who Dallas Winston knew absolutely nothing about.

He’d been drumming his fingers on the outside of the car, arm haning out of his rolled-down window. And then the dreaded moment came. He spotted you. 

"Y/N, baby? Is that who I’m lookin’ at?” he asked, sarcastically smirking before getting out the car to walk over.

Baby?” Dally turned around to the guy that had been calling you, his eyebrows furrowed and sat heavily upon his eyes - he was automatically bothered by the guy calling you ‘baby’.

“It is, isn’t it? Well, how’ve you been? Don’t tell me you’re Winston’s girl now,” he laughed, attempting to get under your skin. “C’mon baby, you know you belong to me! You don’t wanna be hangin’ ‘round a hood like him. I still care  about you doll. I know you still love me.”

“Alright jackass, back off before I give you a fat lip,” Dally said, almost instinctively stepping in front of you. "Y/N, d'you know who this asshole is?”

“Oh, Y/N never said a thing about me? Funny. It seemed like yesterday that she wanted to go on screamin’ my name.”

“Dal, he’s… this is my ex-boyfriend.” You gently spoke out from behind Dally, grabbing onto his arm for a quick second, your voice real low. “Dal, he was real terrible. I-I mean he used to beat on me and yell… I jus- we should just leave, alright?”

“He what?” Dal turned all the way back towards you.

“C’mon Dal, don’t make a scene.”

“I ain’t makin’ no scene. This jackoff deserves a fuckin’ broken nose,” Dally told you, pointing at your ex. You knew he was annoyed; he didn’t like the way you brushed off something like that.  He shifted his gaze back at your ex, a stare long and hard. Dal got close to him, nudging your ex backward with a heavy palm to his shoulder. “And if you know what’s good for you, you oughta shut your mouth and get lost, man.” 

Your ex didn’t take this all too well. You knew he didn’t like being shown up - he had some ego on him. “Received loud and clear,” he started, sardonically smiling. “But if you know what’s good for you - boy, you’d do exactly the same, my friend.”

The two glared at each other for quite a bit and your heart hammered in your chest. You did admire that Dal stood up for you, but you just didn’t want fists to fly. It had always irritated you, the way Dally would come home battered and bruised. So, thank god, before anything escalated any further, Soda stepped in, clearly bothered by the commotion while on the job.

“Alright fellas, that’s enough. Lovebirds, you oughta  get to the moviehouse before you miss the showing,” Soda said, looking at you and Dal. Then, he looked at your ex. “And you - get gas or get lost, pal.”

At this, Steve sucked his teeth. “Naw, c’mon Soda! I wanted to see a fight. Ain’t seen nothing good all day! How ‘bout you swing by when Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee have break next time?”

“Whatever, man,” Dally brushed it all off and shrugged his shoulders. “C’mon, Y/N.” Dal protectively slung his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him as you both made your way toward the movie house. Something about his face seemed heavy. More grave than the mug he gives to most people. There was something about him… he seemed contemplative, antsy or something - like something was eating at him. You couldn’t put your finger on it. To be fair though, he had never been the easiest person to read.

When you and Dal got there and went to find seats - which happened to always be in the back because of Dally, of course - he never sat down. 

“I’ll be right back, alright?” he said. Except he didn’t wait for a response - he just up and left. The bathroom maybe? An uneasy feeling settled in your gut. What was Dallas up to?

In what seemed like a decade, though only actually about 15 minutes, Dal was back in the seat next to you, a big black-and-blue sitting right at his cheekbone.

“God, what happened? Where did you go?”

“Nowhere important, Y/N.”

“Dal, please don’t go on telling me that you went after him.”

“I think it’s a little late for that.”

“Winston, what did you do?”

“Don’t fuckin’ worry ‘bout it. He got that broken nose we were talkin’ ‘bout earlier.”

“You did what?” 

Hearing the question, Dally leaned up against you, as if he was getting ready to fall asleep on you. He rested his head on your shoulder.

“Well, he was askin’ for it, wasn’t he?”  

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a/n: i hope u liked it! it’s kinda hard to write for dally so im sorry if it sucked a lil <3

NCT 127 & TenKunSol reaction to you breaking down and crying during an argument

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Anon: NCT Reaction to you crying during an argument? Thank you!

I hope this is okay for y’all - decided to do NCT 127 and TenKunSol because you didn’t specify which members!


Taeil:

Originally posted by taeilsgirlfriend

At first, he’d think you were crying because of your argument - to which he thought was quite pathetic. His mind would still be occupied with the argument, but he’d have trouble with ignoring you whimpering a crying on the floor. “Aish, why are you crying like this? I thought I taught you better?” He’d sigh loudly, crossing his arms. But once he realized that you were honestly really crying, he’d walk over to you, wrapping you in a tight hug, apologising for not believing you and that everything would be okay.


Hansol:

Originally posted by nct-rain

He would also be en emotional wreck. A mix between Taeyong and Johnny. This boy would totally worship you in your relationship. He’d think you were an absolute goddess and would literally do anything for you. Therefore, seeing you crying like this, would set the tears off. With tears running down his face, he’d squeeze you so tight in a hug, nuzzling his head into your neck, promising you that he’d do anything to see you smile again, even going as far as leaving the group permanently well that’s if he ever fucking debuts in the first place wtf u doing sm


Johnny:

Originally posted by pawjohnny

Johnny would pick you up gently, bringing you to bed. He wouldn’t wrap you up like Hansol, but hover above you, his body pressed against yours, kissing your face and neck and body softly, telling you how much he loved you. He wouldn’t be trying to initiate anything. He’d just want to prove to you how much he loved you and cared about you. He’d name everything he loved about you, personality wise and looks wise, until eventually after like 732973638 hours he had no more to say. He promised to stay by your side for ever and that he wouldn’t let being apart be the reason for breaking you two up.


Taeyong:

Originally posted by nakamotens

This baby I literally love him to death he’s so soft, would probably cry with you. He’d be crying for you and with you. He knew how you were feeling because he had the same problems too. The stress of being an idol and then rarely seeing you anymore was difficult for him to keep inside; therefore, when he found out you were also crying because of this, the tears would be hard to hold back. The pair of you would cry fro a couple of hours in each other’s arms, until eventually there were no more tears to cry and you could cuddle now happily.


Yuta:

Originally posted by moonyutae

Although he may come across sometimes a little arrogant, but I see him being very emotionally attached to his partner. His heart would shatter when he saw you crying on the floor. He’d rush to your side, sitting down beside you and bring you onto his lap and into his arms. Brushing your hair out of your face, he’d wrap you tightly in his arms, rocking the pair of you from side to side. “Please, Y/N, tell me what’s wrong. I’ll help you, I promise”.


Kun:

Originally posted by hansoulji

He’d stare at you in shock, not knowing what to say. Eventually, he’d leave the room and call you Taeil or Jaehyun to find out what to do with you. Soon, he’d decide to just hold you in his arms, wipe away your tears and reassure you that everything would be okay. The next day, when you were feeling better, he’d take you out to your favourite restaurant or shop, and promise to buy you as much food or clothing you wanted, in attempt to cover up how “bad” a boyfriend he was for not knowing what to do.


Doyoung:

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Sunshine Doyoung would kiss you all over your face, completely forgetting the reason you were fighting. He’d try to smile for you, but this would be difficult for him because he couldn’t help but worry. Eventually he’d give up, resorting to just holding you into your arms, singing your favourite songs quietly. He’d probably stuff you to death with food too, claiming food would make every better which was true actually.


Ten:

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

This lil’ sunshine would do anything to see you smile again. He’d help you out of the kitchen and into the lounge, where he’d sit you down with a tub of ice cream, whilst providing you with some entertainment not that kind of entertainment you perv lol. He’d dance for you, sing for you, do some really bad impressions of the other members and management, and would serenade you a little bit .Obviously this worked, and within the hour, you were back to your usual self.


Jaehyun:

Originally posted by jaehyunsource

Jaehyun would stand there in utter shock watching you cry. He wouldn’t know what to do, and probably pull a dick move and run out of the apartment, trying to cool off from your argument and think of something to make you feel better. This, however, would only make you feel worse bout yourself, and you’d end up crying yourself to sleep as a result. When he returned and found you curled up in bed clutching a pillow, he’d regret running out. Crawling into bed next to you, you hold you too your chest, whispering how much he loved you and was sorry in your ear.


WinWin:

Originally posted by fairyprincewinwin

His eyebrows would knit when he saw you with tears running down your face. He was used to the bright little sunshine that you were. Crouching down in front of you, he’d cup your face in his hands, asking what was wrong. When you told him it was because of the stress and not seeing him much anymore, he’d gently reassure you with his words that he’d never leave you and loves you and that he would do anything to help you out.


Mark:

Originally posted by nakamotens

This awkward bean wouldn’t know what to do. He’d crouch down beside you, patting your hair down awkwardly. “C’mon, Y/N, pl-please don’t cry. It’s going to be okay”, he’d try his best to reassure you with his words. That night he’d write you a small rap about all the things he loved about you, and would present it to you the next day all charming like. He’d tell you that he had cancelled all his schedules for the rest of the month to be with you and catch up on some quality time together.


Haechan:

Originally posted by haenyan

Haechan also would have no clue what to do. He probably would just hug you tightly in his arms, kiss your hair and promising that everything was okay. For the next few days, he’d act like the “perfect” boyfriend in attempt to make you feel better. Buying roses for you, making breakfast in bed, taking you out to posh restaurants. You’d appreciate the gestures but made him promise to you that you could treat him sometimes too.

Before It’s Too Late (part 10)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: lil bit of this, lil bit of that

A/N: I remember back in 5th grade I got an A+ on a paper I wrote about how fun it was to collect rocks lmao.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Steve spat at his childhood best friend.

It had been three days since you had confessed your love for Bucky and he was now telling Sam and Steve about it.

“Right? I mean how could she do that to me? How could she put me in such a situation where-”

“No, Bucky,” Steve cut him off. “How stupid are you? I mean honestly, Buck, how fucking idiotic do you have to be to blame Y/N for – well, for having feelings for you.”

Bucky scoffed. “Steve, it’s fucked up.”

“How so?”

“That’s what I’d like to know.” Sam agrees as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“It’s fucked up because I have a girlfriend-”

“Yeah we know that already.” Sam spat.

Bucky shot his friend a mean look before continuing. “-and she knows that. Now I’m in an awkward position.”

“Awkward position?” Steve repeats and the long haired brunette nods.

“Yeah. She’s in love with me but I’m in a relationship. Awkward position. I don’t know what to do.”

Sam scoffs. “Here’s a suggestion; get your head out of your ass and accept the fact that you feel the same towards Y/N.”

“But I don’t.”

“Bullshit.”

“You know, you don’t have to listen to what I’m saying.” Bucky huffed.

“You’re right, I don’t.” Sam stood up from the couch. “It’s bullshit anyways.”

The blonde and brunette watched as Sam walked over to the door with intentions to leave but was stopped when he opened the door to a fuming Natasha. Sam opened his mouth to greet the red head but was cut off by her pushing him out of the way.

She stormed over to Bucky, standing in front of him as he sat on the couch.

“Hey Nat, What’s u-”

He was cut off when her hand made contact with his cheek. Hard. The brunette cups his cheek, mouth gaped and he looked up at the red head in bewilderment.

“What the fuck did you do to Y/N?!” she shouts, becoming angrier just by looking at Bucky.

“W-What do you mean? I-”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Barnes! She’s been locked up in her room for three fucking days. She hasn’t been going to her classes, I don’t even know if she’s been eating or staying hydrated!” she exclaimed.

“How do you know it’s me who’s done something? For all you know it could be someone else!” Bucky replied.

“Because, you inconsiderate piece of dog shit, Wanda and I went into her room at check up on her and when we asked what was wrong the only thing she said was your name before she started crying so I ask again; what the fuck did you do to Y/N.” it wasn’t a question. It was more of ‘tell me or else I’ll murder you’. He didn’t have a choice.

Bucky gulped. “I… well I… it’s kind of-”

“He rejected Y/N.” Sam says for him. “But that’s not all. It wasn’t just a ‘oh I’m sorry, I don’t feel the same way, I have a girlfriend’ he made her feel like shit. He yelled at her for having feelings for him, made her cry and didn’t bother to stop until, of course Kristen came.”

Bucky looked at Natasha whose eyes were shooting daggers into him. He genuinely feared for his life, even more so when she lunged at him but was pulled back by Steve.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” she shouted as she struggled to get free. “I can’t fucking believe you, Bucky! She tells you how she feels about you and then you pull some bullshit like this!”

“Woah, woah, woah, how about we talk about the fact that you all knew she was in love with me yet none of you guys even bothered to tell me?!” he looked around at his friends.

“Because it wasn’t for us to tell! It was how she felt, not how we felt! She had to be the one to tell you!” the red head replied.

“Well why the hell did she wait five fucking years?!” Bucky yelled as he stood up. “Why’d she wait till I was in a relationship?!”

“Because she was scared!” Natasha gave up and let Steve hold her back. She let out a huff and fixed her hair that had landed in her face. “I told her to tell you how she felt before it was too late. It was eating her up, Bucky. I couldn’t stand there and watch my best friend slowly get her heart broken but seeing her like this, right now at this moment,” she shakes her head. “it breaks my heart. You’ve completely broken her, Bucky.”

She breaks free from Steve’s grasp and walks over to the door. Glancing over her shoulder at the brunette, she shakes her head again. “A simple ‘I don’t feel the same way, I’m sorry’ would have sufficed.”

And she was gone.

It was quiet. Sam and Steve watched Bucky who was looking down at the floor, walking around the living room.

“Buck.” Steve said softly.

Bucky reached out and grabbed a vase that they had bought for decoration and smashed it on the floor, startling both Steve and Sam.

“God damnit!” he yelled. “God fucking d-” he stopped mid-sentence to knock over the little coffee table, kicking it until it was ruined.

“Bucky, calm down.” Steve says, walking over to his friend who swung around.

“Look what I did, Steve. Look. I ruined Y/N – I ruined my relationship with her! Why? Because I’m a fucking asshole who can’t admit the god damn truth!”

“What do you mean you can’t admit the truth? What truth?” he questioned.

Bucky scoffed. “Oh, as if you guys didn’t know.” He rolled his eyes. “I like Y/N.”

“Wait,” Sam jumps over the couch to join Steve and Bucky. “So you’re telling me that you rejected Y/N, yelled at her for having feelings for you but you feel the same way towards her?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “It’s stupid, I know but throughout the years of knowing her I learned what her type was. Every time she would say someone was cute, they would fit right into her type of guys that she likes. Even past guys she’s liked all into the type of guys she likes.”

“What type of guys does she like?” Steve pressed on.

“She likes preppy, high-classed guys. Guys who gel their hair and keep it nice, guys who probably go golfing and wear polos. That’s the kind of guy she likes and do you think I fall under that? Hell no. I’m nowhere close to that so why even try?” he plops down on the couch and rubs his face with his hands. “When I kissed her on New Year’s it was the best fucking kiss I’ve ever had. I’d kiss her over and over again if I could. I thought she liked it, hell, I did but afterwards she said nothing. Just stared at me. The car ride home, nothing. Not even a goodnight when we went to sleep. She laid on the opposite side of her bed just to get away from me.

“I tried getting over her. All those girls I’ve went on dates with never even compared to Y/N but I knew I had to get over her. That’s when I met Kristen and she was pretty cool. I like her. But that’s it.” Bucky sighed and looked up at Sam and Steve. “That day in the hallway, when she told me she was in love with me, it was all I’ve ever wanted to hear. But it irritated me because why wait so damn long? Why wait until I’m getting over her to tell me how she felt? I get it, she was scared, I understand that but just… why?”

There was a pause before he sighed. “For a split second I thought Vis told her that I was in love with her and she was just saying all of that, just playing with my emotions which was why I acted so mean.”

“Wait, Vis knew?” Steve questioned and Bucky nodded. “How the hell did he know but I didn’t?”

“It’s not something I was broadcasting to the world, Steve.” He rolled his eyes. “Vis came over to hang out but I was finishing up my art project and he found my sketch book – well he didn’t find it, it was just laying on my bed – anyways he looked through my sketch book and I have… a lot of drawings of Y/N and some other sappy things. I guess it’s like my diary except I don’t express my feelings through words, I express them through drawings.”

Sam and Steve nod before Bucky continued.

“I wanted to throw myself into Y/N’s arms, to hold her and kiss her but I couldn’t. Especially when Kristen came. I had forgotten she was coming over.” The brunette sighs. “I fucked up, didn’t I?”

“Big time, my friend.” Sam pats his shoulder.

“What should I do? I have to talk to her. I have to make things right, to tell her that-that I feel the same way. She needs to know-”

“Slow your roll, Bucky.” Steve says. “Give her some time. And don’t forget that you need to talk to Kristen first. She deserves to know what’s happening… also you don’t want to go over to Y/N’s right now, I’m sure Natasha’s still pissed and Wanda will definitely be pissed. You won’t make it out alive.”

Bucky sits back on the couch and sighs. “You’re right, you’re right. I’ll go talk to Kristen tomorrow.”


It had now been day five since you confessed your love for Bucky and today was your first time back in class. The day had went by smoothly and you were in your last class of the day which just so happened to be your creative writing class. The class had ended and you took your time packing up. When you looked around, everyone had left and it was now just you and your professor.

You walked over to her desk and she greeted you with a warm smile. “What can I do for you miss Y/L/N?”

“I actually wanted to talk to you about my last paper. Y’know, the one where we had to write about the time we felt the most pain in our lives?” you say and your professor nods.

“Ah, yes. It wasn’t your best work.” She frowned.

“I know which was why I came to ask you if there was a possibility that I could rewrite it. I know it’s a long shot but I know I could do so much better.”

Your professor thinks it over before nodding. “I’ll let you rewrite it but only because I know you can do better. Your writing is amazing. That and I let a few other students rewrite theirs.”

You smile. “Thank you so much.”

“Not a problem.” She responds. “Turn it in by Friday.”

With a nod and another thank you, you leave the classroom and make your way to your car.

As you arrived at your apartment building, you looked around for Bucky’s car. You didn’t want to bump into him. You hadn’t seen him for 5 days, he had been ignoring you but it was probably for the better. You wouldn’t be able to be in the same room with him without crying.

You make it into your apartment without running into anyone and see Natasha and Wanda sitting on the couch. They turn their heads to you and you flash them a smile, although it wasn’t a big one.

“Hey guys.” You greet. “What’re you guys doing home?”

“I don’t have softball practice today.” Wanda says.

“Yeah and I just have nothing to do.” Nat shrugged.

“You’re not hanging out with Bruce today?” you questioned, locking up the door.

“Nah, he’s out with Tony and Steve.” She responds. You nod your head slowly all while Natasha and Wanda watched you like and eagle watching its prey.

“How are you feeling?” Natasha asks.

“Uh… good – better than yesterday so we’re getting somewhere.” you smile.

“That’s good.” She nods.

The three of you stare at each other before you clear your throat. “Well I’m gonna go in my room now.”

“No, stay out here and watch a movie with us!” Wanda exclaimed and Nat nods her head in agreement.

“Maybe later. I have to rewrite something for my creative writing class. It won’t take long, I promise.” You say.

“Okay. We’ll let you pick the movie.” Natasha replies.

You nod and disappear into your room. You throw your bag onto your bed before sitting down on your chair and sighing. The last time you sat in this chair was when you were writing for your last paper and Bucky was sitting on your bed just-

“No.” you say. “I’m not going to think about him.”

You turn around and get your notebook and pen out of your bag before setting them on your desk. You take one look at your blank piece paper before starting to write.

What is pain? Pain is that heart-wrenching feeling you get. You know, the one where your heart physically clenches and you feel like you can’t breathe.

I didn’t know what real pain felt like until now. I just thought pain was the feeling you got when you fell and scraped your knee or - in my case - when you fall off your roof and your thigh gets impaled by a shard of glass.

That’s what I thought pain was.

I never thought about the pain you get when you tell the person that you’ve been in love with for five years that you’re in love with them only for them to not feel the same way. It hurts.

Now I know I could give you the short version and be done with this quickly but I’d rather not.

This is about the most pain I’ve ever felt in my life. This is about my first heartbreak.

It all started years ago with my best friend James….


A/N: I’M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS PART WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I HOPE YA ENJOY, TELL ME WHAT YA THINK!

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TITLE:  Faking It 

IMAGINE: (Y/N) and Steve are both tired of their friends (namely Sam and Tony), trying to set them up with people. What happens when one night they decide to take control of their own love lives and teach Sam and Tony a lesson? (x)


[gif is not mine -creds to the owner. requests are open. immensely proud of this, probably except the ending. i’ve uploaded this like 3 times now and tumblr keeps deleting it, so apologies for the continuous upload for this.]

warnings: swear words, mature situations -minor sex scenes.

word count: 3.2 k+


‘The question of whether we can fight fate will always remain a mystery. But the bigger question is what happens when we stop fighting it.’

“Tony, for the last fucking time, I don’t want to go on a date with your friend!” (Y/N) yelled exasperated as she threw a piece of bread at him. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Come on, he’s totally your type and you guys would be perfect for each other,” his voice now took on a whining tone and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Please, just this one time?”

(Y/N) smiled sweetly at him, “No.” She hopped off the stool she was sitting on, “Last time I agreed to one of your dates he started crying when they brought the entree, and then again when we started having sex.”


Steve placed his hands on his knees as he bent over, trying to catch his breath. “Good run, Cap” He looked behind him and saw Sam jogging to where he was.

“You were so close in beating me this time,” he placed his hands on his back and stretched. Steve groaned as he began rubbing his shoulders.

“You busy tonight?”

Steve shook his head, “No, why?”

“There’s this girl,” Sam started but Steve glared at him. “Now, hear me out, she’s lovely and-,” Sam didn’t finish as Steve held up a hand.

“Look, I don’t want to Sam. I mean I’ve tried this thing before when Nat tried to set me up and it just didn’t work out. If I want to start dating, I’ll do it through my own way.” Steve clasped a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks though.”


(Y/N) fiddled with the screwdriver in Bruce’s lab, “I thought you wanted my help on a formula Bruce, but all I’ve done is play with your tools.”

Bruce turned around with a sheepish smile on his face, “Sorry (Y/N). It’s on that table if you want to have a look at it.”

She smiled at him and walked to the table. Leaning on it with her arms, she began scanning it. (Y/N) was focused until Tony barged in.

“Guys, I just got us a reservation at Top Stem!”

(Y/N) looked over at Bruce, then turned back to Tony, “Isn’t that the hipster bar in Brooklyn?”

Tony smiled and nodded, “Yep. Know a guy and he managed to book us a table.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“I mean everyone’s here since forever,” Tony shrugged. She knew that it meant more to him that he could ever admit. After the Civil War broke out between the group, tensions ran high and even though it’s been 5 years since the event happened the group still wasn’t as it was before.

“I’m in,” Bruce smiled.

“Me too,” (Y/N) smiled and continued reading the document. She was too engrossed once again so she didn’t notice the scheming look between Bruce and Tony.


“I’m at the restaurant Sam, and nobody’s here yet,” Steve spoke into the phone, peering in every now and then into the restaurant. “It is the Top Stem, right?” He asked. “Alright, I’ll go in, but if you’re not here or anyone in the next 15 minutes, I’m leaving.” With that, Steve hung up and walked in.

When he was seated he saw that the bar was dimly lit, giving it an intimate feel, especially with the single flower in the middle of the table. He frowned at the multiple empty chairs that circled the table.

“Rogers?” He heard his name and looked up from the menu. He saw (Y/N), and in that moment he allowed himself to bask in her beauty. He hasn’t spoken to her in a long time. Of course, their relationship was never friendly, but still, he missed the fights and the banter, and the wanting to rip her clothes to shred and push her up against the wall. Steve coughed, making sure that he wasn’t blushing when he replied to her.

“Are we the first ones here?” (Y/N) asked, sitting down across from him. Steve nodded. “Fantastic,” she grumbled.

“That hurts (Y/L/N),” he gave her a smirk and she smiled largely at him.

After 10 minutes passed, (Y/N) opened her phone and texted Tony’s number.

‘Where are you guys?’

“Tony?” Steve nodded towards the phone.

“Yeah, I mean our friends are little shits, but they’re usually around five minutes late,” she checked her watch, “not ten.”

Suddenly a buzz went through the table.

‘At home. Have fun ;)’

“For fucks sake,” (Y/N) groaned. “By any chance did Sam want to set you up with someone before this?”

Realization went through him and he cursed, “Are you fucking serious?”

(Y/N) laughed at him, “Language, Cap.”

“Our friends are shit.”

“I’ll drink to that.” (Y/N) raised her glass and gulped it down. “I can’t believe I fell for this, I mean it’s a Stark plan,” she sneered. “Those usually have more holes than Swiss cheese.”

“Sam and Tony schemed us. Us out of all people!”

(Y/N) agreed, “Fuck. You know what we should do?”

Steve looked at her, he knew that look. It was that look before a scheme hatched in her mind, god he knew that look. He loved that look. He got turned on by that look. “What?”

“Since our dear friends thought that they could out scheme us, why don’t we show them just how great we can be together?” He gestured for her to go on. “Let’s pretend to date and then we’ll have this dramatic fall out after like a month or so and then they’ll don’t know what to do because we’ll force them to choose sides. Then, we’ll come out and say, ‘it wasn’t real, but this could be the outcome if you keep fucking with our lives.’”

Steve sat back for a while. Usually he was a good guy, he wouldn’t scheme, but sometimes (Y/N) brought out that Steve he wanted to be when he was younger. One that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. He got that chance when (Y/N) entered in his life.

“I’m in.”


3 weeks into ‘dating.’

“I can’t believe that you and Capsicle are dating now,” Tony sat down next to her, a bowl of cereal placed in front of him. “I mean, I thought you would high-tail out of there but not before throwing a drink in his face.”

(Y/N) shrugged, “Well, when I first saw him that’s what I wanted to do. I guess old habits die hard, but once we got talking, it was just realization. I just realized just how much we were alike, but so different at the same time.”

“Ew,” Tony shoved her lightly. “Can you spare me the romantic feelings?”

She threw a piece of granola at him. What surprised her was just how true her statement was.


3.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“So what’s the next step on the plan?” Steve asked as he opened the door for her.

“I’m not sure if you’re going to like this, but they have to catch us in a sexual manner to say,” (Y/N) spoke and cringed. “You can just lay on top of me, I know that you don’t want to do any of that until you really like someone.”

“How do you know?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Oh please. You’re Mr. Poster Guy for having an emotional connection before having sex with a girl,” noticing his casted down eyes, “not that there’s any wrong with that!” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m just saying, Tony knows me. Tony knows that I don’t need an emotional connection when fucking someone.” She saw that he cringed when she said that. “Sorry.” She stopped walking and leaned into the wall, “He won’t believe we’re dating until he catches us in the act. He believes that we had this weird pent up sexual frustration before.”

Steve laughed, “Sam and Nat said the same thing.”

“Okay, so this is what I have in mind-,” she never got to finish her sentence as Steve pushed her up against the wall, she subconsciously lifted her legs and wrapped it around his waist. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, opening her mouth to allow his tongue in. She moaned as he grinded his hips to hers. “Steve, fuck,” she moaned out as he began placing kissed on his neck.

Steve relished in the way she grinded her hips against her. He could feel himself harden against his gym shorts and he really couldn’t care enough to blush or apologize. He almost took her when she began moaning his name. “You like that?” He nipped her jaw as he grinded against her again.

“God yes,” she rolled her head and pulled him in again to kiss him.

They only broke apart when they heard several throats clearing. (Y/N) and Steve broke apart slowly, she opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her. His normal crystal blue eyes, were darker than she’s ever seen before.

“Get a room,” Tony hollered, backed up by Clint and Sam’s snickering.

Steve and (Y/N) turned their heads, foreheads still touching, to their audience. “Sorry, can’t keep my hands off her, I mean have you seen her?”

Pietro nodded and smugly grinned, “I sure have.”

Steve growled and (Y/N) found herself getting turned on by it. She grinned and lightly bit his earlobe, grinding into him for the extra act. Steve turned his attention back to her and smiled. He pecked her lips once more.

“For the love of god! I’ve given you guys practically a floor each, can you not do it where everyone can see!” Tony complained as he shut his eyes and dramatically walked to the gym. The others walked past, each smiling smugly and laughing.

Once they were out of view and hearing range, Steve allowed (Y/N) to unwrap her legs around him and gently set her down. “Didn’t know that you had in it you Rogers. I’m surprised, pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.”

Steve didn’t reply to that comment but he did give her a small, shy smile. “I guess they believe that we’re dating now?”

“For sure,” she laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “I’ll see you round Rogers.” With a wink she disappeared, swaying her hips as she did so, knowing that he was watching her. As she walked away she desperately tried to forget how good he felt, how good and right it felt when he kissed her. How he held her in the right places.

She leaned against a wall, “Fuck.” Yup, she was fucking screwed because she’s opening herself up to Steve.


4 Weeks into ‘dating’

“No need to be jealous (Y/N), you know that he only has his eyes and his other things for you,” Bucky whispered as they both watched a flirtatious reported touched Steve’s arm.

(Y/N) refused to admit that she was jealous. She wasn’t jealous at all. She didn’t want to drag him away and claw the woman who had her paws on him. Nope. Not at all. She was only concerned about their plan being thwarted if he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She glanced at Bucky and he gave her a supportive smile. “Thanks, Buck.” She touched his arm gently, and that was the time that Steve looked up.

His eyes narrowed as he saw his best friend and his ‘girlfriend-slash-not-girlfriend-but he kinds of has feelings for her?’ closely talking. “So, what would you say was the best thing about the ‘40’s?” Tierney asked as she posed her pencil over the paper.

He turned back to her, giving him her most charming smile and answered.


(Y/N) took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she heard the woman’s laugh from across the room. “Breathe,” Bucky warned. They both watched as the reported fiddled with Steve’s tie. “Fuck,” Bucky swore as he watched (Y/N) storming over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why can’t Sam do this?”


(Y/N) stormed over to where they were, standing so close to Steve that he couldn’t physically move away from her. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked sweetly. Steve looked down at (Y/N), to anyone who didn’t know her, they would have just thought that she was asking a simple question, but he knew that tone.

“Uh, I was just doing an interview here with Mr. Rogers,” the woman explained.

(Y/N) turned to her, an eyebrow arched and her jaw clenched, “Are you really?” She felt Steve’s hand wrap around her waist and leaned back into him. She smirked when she saw the reporter’s eyes move to the gesture. “Because from where I stood you were trying to get into my boyfriend’s pants.”  She moved closer to the woman, “Are you really trying to get into my man’s pants?”

“No, no-,” the woman stuttered.

“Good, because fucking another woman’s man is a big no-no, no matter what, understand?”

“I didn’t know that he had a girlfriend,” the woman tried to explain.

“That’s why I’m letting you off, just make sure when you want to flirt with someone, make sure that they’re not taken, otherwise it can get,” (Y/N) tilted her head and gave the woman in front of her another smile, “messy.” With a turn, she faced Steve indicating that the conversation ended. Luckily, the woman took the hint and walked off.


Steve allowed himself to be dragged by into an empty room. She turned around and he saw that she was beyond pissed. “Do you want our plan to go down the drain?”

“Are you jealous?” He laughed at the thought. (Y/N), jealous? In all of the time that he knew her, she never once showed this kind of emotion.

“I’m angry that our plan would be tarnished, yes.”

He walked over to her, smiling all the while. “You were jealous.” He placed his hands on her hips. She shook her head, anger still in his eyes. “Oh really?” She nodded. “So after this whole charade, you wouldn’t mind me dating her,” he ghosted his lips over hers, “fuck her,” now her ear, “make love to her?” He allowed himself to nibble on her ear, earning a moan from her.

“Fuck her all you want,” (Y/N) grasped the tie, pulling him closer, their noses touching, “but you’re mine right now.” She grounded her hips against his, and this time it was him moaning.

As their kisses got more desperate, (Y/N) allowed her to think. How did it come to this situation? Alone, in a room with Steve Rogers of all people trying to undo her dress, which started which jealously? If you told her this 3 years ago, she would have laughed in your face, but at this moment? She allowed herself to enjoy Steve Rogers.

“Steve, fuck! Oh my god!” She yelled as she fisted his hair.

“Better be quiet doll, or someone might come in,” he mumbled against her clit.

“Don’t care,” she mumbled, Steve moved back in this time with more rigor. Her head tilting back, moaning loudly as she did so.


5.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“Aren’t we supposed to break up now or something?” He dropped it so casually, it was like he was talking about the weather.

She was so stunned that she couldn’t formulate a sentence so she decided on, “What?”

“Wasn’t that the plan?” She stopped playing with his hair and turned to him. He noticed her eyes drop down, her brows furrowed. “Unless you don’t want to.” He teased.

She looked up and clenched her jaw, “No. I just don’t know how to do it dramatically, I mean I haven’t had the time to think with you fucking me.” She yanked herself out of his grasp, and neither would admit it but they missed each others touch.

Steve’s eyes widened with her cold tone, “(Y/N)…”

“Give me until tonight, then I’ll you the plan,” she walked away, her heart beating furiously.

Once she was in her room, she locked the door and sat on her bed. (Y/N) placed her face on her hands. She completely forgot about the plan -with all the sex, the talks about their past and her incessant questions about his childhood, and the weird dates in Brooklyn that she couldn’t help but enjoy. She never thought that when got into this that their goal, her goal of making sure that Tony and the gang never in their life again would blur with one kiss from Steve Rogers.

(Y/N) had it all planned out. She usually knew what was real and what wasn’t, but whenever she was with Steve, she couldn’t help but feel that everything was real.


She stood by the kitchen, whiskey in her hand. (Y/N) texted Steve two minutes ago to meet her so they can ‘break-up’. She didn’t want to, not that she’ll ever voice that thought out. She saw Steve as soon as he entered the kitchen, his face wasn’t impassive as she thought it would be.

He stalked over to her, every Avenger now watching them. He pulled her into him roughly, his hand on her waist, the other on her ass. (Y/N) was shocked, so she hesitantly kissed him back. He broke apart with her, “I need to talk to you.” Steve didn’t allow her to respond, he just grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to his room. They both felt a group of eyes watching them, but they could not care less.

“Rogers, what the hell are you doing?” He locked the door. Steve faced her.

“I love you,” he stated plainly. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you, but fuck, every single smile that you gave me, every single conversation that we had made me fall in love with you. I’m not going to lie, when I first met you I thought that you were one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, but then you opened your perfect little mouth and you ruined it all.”

He gave a small laugh, “But you didn’t at the same time.” He looked at her, “I wanted you more than anything, the way that you talked to me -you talked to me like I was a normal guy pissing you off, not Captain America. You were the most annoying, frustrating woman in my life, I didn’t know whether I wanted to kill you or fuck you. But I did know one thing, I couldn’t imagine my life without your incessant nagging about everything that I did.”

Steve stopped speaking, they both knew that he was finished talking. (Y/N) stood there, in the middle of Steve’s room, unmoving, no emotion in her eyes. She closed her yes and inhaled.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re dramatic? You could rival Tony,” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew that her words were supposed to be biting but once he saw her eyes, oh god, he could burst out crying. Steve saw the love and admiration that he knew would take awhile for her to voice out. But it was still there. She loved him as well.

“You love me,” he teased and she shrugged laughing all the while. “You know what’s better than normal sex against a wall?” Steve asked.

She moved forward, wrapping her arms around him, her face glowing. “What?”

“Having passionate sex in Tony’s office,” he winked at her and she laughed.

“And they say that I’m the inappropriate one in the relationship!” She grinned at him. He was beautiful and he was hers. “I must say though, you know a way to girl’s heart.”

“Correction, I know the way to your heart.” He grinned down at her, and kissing her for the first time, not because of a scheme or a plan, but because he finally got the girl who managed to make him rip out his hair, kiss her until she’s out of breath and set his soul on fire. Sure, he had a rough road ahead of him, but if she was there with him, he could manage.

Krasivaya-Chapter 8

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

Bruno Mars-Just the way you are

Exiting the gym, needing to pack and have a good cry before spending way too much time confined with Bucky, you turn a corner and see Steve.

He wastes no time in hauling you off your feet and slinging you over his shoulder. It’s clear he’s mad at you, the tightness of his shoulders and tense set of his jaw giving him away. “What the hell was that, doll?” he grits out.

Shame coats your insides, replaced quickly by anger. “Put me down you child!” Wriggling to escape his grasp is a fruitless endeavor, you know this. The man pulled a helicopter out of the air for heaven sake! There was no way you could escape him, but you were still going to try.

“Stop moving!” he grunts, his hand comes down in arc landing a solid hit your ass.

The stinging makes you gasp. “What the hell, Steven!” you yell, face red from embarrassment. There are Agents lingering in the halls of the compound.You can hear the snickering and suggestive remarks. This little incident was going to be fodder for the gossipmongers within minutes. You were surprised no one was taking video. Fueled by your embarrassment, you start to fight in earnest, pounding and scratching at his back, doing your best impression of a pissed off chinchilla.

He grunts once, wrapping a muscled arm around your flailing legs to stop you from kicking. “If you don stop, doll, I’m gonna put you over my knee and spank you blue,” he grumbles in warning.

You deflate, laying limp over his shoulder as he takes you to your bedroom. You aren’t looking forward to the myriad of rumors you’ll have to face when you get back. Immortal Mutant foiled by Captain America, you think, snorting out loud as Steve kicks open the door to your bedroom.

Striding forward, he deposits you unceremoniously on your bed. “Start talkin’.” He crosses his arms over his chest, slipping effortlessly into Captain America mode.

You groan and roll your eyes, scrambling underneath your blankets, pulling them over your head “Go away!” you yell petulantly.

He sighs and tries to yank the blankets off of you. A tug of war ensues, accompanied by hissing and swearing and pained grunts as you land kicks to Steve’s stomach. Fed up he growls once before ripping the blanket straight down the middle. Dragging you down the bed by your ankles, he yells, “Stop acting like a child! I said start talking!”

Clamping your mouth shut, you peer up at him stubbornly, refusing to give an inch.

“(Y/N) I swear to God almighty if you don’ start talkin’ I’m gonna do somethin you’re gonna regret.”

You cover your face with your hands, sighing. “Don’t make me, Steve.”

He scoffs “Talk. What’s this not good enough bullshit? I want an explanation, now!”

You sneak a look at him through your fingers.

He’s red in the face, barely concealing the anger and hurt inside him.

Well fucking done (Y/N). You can add another name to the list of all the people your miserable existence has affected negatively.

Sitting upright, trying to pull your ankles out of his grasp, your cast your eyes downward. “It’s true,” you sigh, “don’t try and tell me otherwise, Cap. Do we really need to do this now? I just want to take a shower, pack, and maybe cuddle a bit?” You cast puppy eyes at him, making sure to bite your bottom lip in the process. Cap is a sucker for cute, rarely saying no when you turn on the charm.

He falters, a small smile lifting the corner of his mouth before he huffs, “Dammit, (Y/N)!”

You know you’ve won. Grinning broadly, you sit on your haunches, batting your eyelashes for effect. “Can I shower please? You can get a head start on the packing?” your voice is sickly sweet.

He’s nodding before he can stop himself, the Captain America facade slipping entirely, replaced by the Steve you would take a bullet for. “Fine. Shower, but this conversation isn’t over.” He tries his best to be stern, but you can see him fail. The hard Captain America shell hid such a gooey Steve center!

Bounding off the bed, grinning cheekily over your shoulder, you toss him wink. “We both know I won this round, Stevie.” You hurry into the bathroom, locking the door behind you as the indignant protest of Steve reaches your ears.

Twenty minutes later you exit the bathroom. Spying your bags packed, along with a duffle full of miscellaneous weapons sitting on top of the others, you frown. “I don’t use weapons, Steve. I don’t need them.”

He looks slightly sheepish. “I just want ya to be safe, doll. I don like it when you run into battle without a stitch of protection.”

Your frown deepens. “Steve, they weigh me down. I really don’t need them. I can strip the skin off bone in less than five seconds with my mind. What am I gonna do with a gun?” You peer at the topmost offending object and gasp, “Is that..Is that a grenade launcher?” Whirling, you face Steve.

He’s rubbing at the back of his neck in embarrassment. “You can never be too careful, doll.”

You bark out a laugh and launch yourself at him, engulfing him in a bone crushing hug. “What did I do to deserve a friend like you, Stevie?” you mumble into his chest.

He strokes at your hair affectionately. “You exist, darlin’. That’s all it takes,” he states simply.

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That’s my girl- Klaus Mikaelson

Request: ‘I’m totally feeling that Klaus love, so I’ll send in a request. (I just started following you but I love your writing). How about where Klaus was was taking you to some of his old homes in Europe and an old enemy comes into play. And then you are able to outsmart them after they take you. Klaus sees this just as he’s coming to save you and has a total “that’s my girl” moment.’ // thank you for the sweet comment about my writing, love xx

prompt: You and Klaus go on vacation in England when you get kidnapped while Klaus was showering. You’re being held by an old enemy of Klaus but as he comes to your rescue, you already beat them up and are ready to escape.

WARNINGS: Y/N being a badass and killing some rude vampires

pairing: klaus x reader

A/N: hope you like it, I’m working on other requests right now xx

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Originally posted by thevampirediaries2009

London. You wanted to get to London ever since you could think of places to travel. London just was so full of amazing things to see and also a british accent never failed to amaze you.

And when you met Klaus and immediately fell in love with his thick british accent, this culture amazed you even more. It had taken a long time for Klaus and you to get together. It didn’t take long for you to fall in love, though. But as you got to know Klaus you also knew why it was so hard for him to let people in. But now, the two of you finally were together and made each other as happy as you had never been before.

This week, Klaus had decided to take you away from New Orleans, where the both of you currently lived with the rest of his family, to travel to England with you. He had booked a nice hotel where you’d be staying in. Right now, you looked out of the window onto the rainy streets of London and sighed in satisfaction. You had never travelled further than New York with Klaus and being so far away from everything you were used to with the love of your life was quite relaxing.

You felt Klaus’ arms wrapping themselves around your waist and his chin was soon placed on your shoulder. “Enjoying the view, love?”, he asked quietly and placed a kiss onto your neck. You hummed in response and truned in his grip. A towel was wrapped around his torso. “But I’m loving this view.”, you grinned and leaned forward to kiss his lips. He wrapped his arms around you and your arms were wrapped together behind his neck.

But Klaus broke the kiss soon enough and you pouted in response. “Patient, love. You’ll be getting all you want of me in the evening, but I have to shower first.” he explained and pecked your lips only for a second. “Alright, but hurry. I also want to explore a little bit of this city.”, you exclaimed as he walked into the bathroom.

Klaus was only in the bathroom for about a minute when you heard a knock on the door. You got up and opened it, thinking it was someone who brought you food. You were wrong. You were surprised by two men standing in front of you, both wearing black suits. Before you could even think about what was going on, one of them injected you something. Due to you immediately passing out, you considered it was vervain.


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First and foremost, can we just talk about ‘Sign Of The Times’?! I’m telling you guys, this song is going to get Harry his Grammy. It’s ICONIC and a CLASSIC. His gorgeous, majestic, enchanting and mesmerizing voice is a gift to us. I just love them so much! I’m so proud of everything our boys have achieved!   

 Now hope you guys enjoy this part 2 of ‘Only If’. Hope you like it as much as ya’ll liked part 1 :) xx 

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Marrying Jeon Jungkook

This gif is a tribute to Fetus!Jungkook. We miss you very much :)

SeriesPark Jimin | Jung Hoseok | Kim Namjoon | Min Yoongi | Kim Seokjin | Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by ultranicolet

  • It’s the big day
  • And everything’s under control
  • Okay, who are we kidding, it’s not even close
  • You’re pretty sure your dress was supposed to arrive yesterday, but when you wake up this morning, you’re met by your flustered friend
  • “THE DRESS ISN’T HERE?!”
  • So the lot of you basically run around like hopeless puppies with no future
  • Until Jungkook walks in all sleepy-like and mutters ‘What’s happening?’
  • Like the true idiot he is
  • And you want to chuck something at him, and he’s lucky it was only a pillow
  • “Ow, what was that for?”
  • “What do you think?”
  • It takes a couple of beats, before his eyes just grow really wide like
  • Oh fuck
  • And then he’s nearly tripping over his feet to run to his room
  • “I can’t believe he forgot?” Your friend says and you just look at her, like:
  • “I can.”
  • Eventually the problem of the dress is resolved because of the Godsend that is Kim Seokjin
  • Don’t ask, he apparently has ‘contacts
  • So you’re getting dressed, being all happy like because yay, nothing could go wrong
  • Of course, you never learn
  • False positivity has never helped you
  • Your phone rings, and you pick up, intending to make it quick
  • And then there’s the sound of a panicked puppy on the phone and you holler ‘WHAT?!’ for nearly the entire house to hear
  • According to one Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook has gone ‘mysteriously’ missing
  • And you knew he’d do something like this
  • Which is why you immediately text that idiot
  • Being like ‘WTF ARE U????’
  • There’s no answer, of course
  • Then you add, ‘I WILL SIC TAE ON YOU I’M NOT KIDDING’
  • Two seconds later, your phone bings with a new message from Jungkook:
  • ‘ive ben mysteriosuly kidnapodd save mE’
  • Of course, your first thought is something that isn’t exactly… meant for little kids
  • But you eventually learn that apparently one Kim Taehyung has deemed it appropriate to hijack Jungkook and give him death threats
  • So maybe your threat of using Tae against Jungkook is apparently useless
  • There’s literally two hours left for the wedding and you don’t have your groom nearby
  • You don’t even know where he is, in fact
  • So, you make a very angry phone call to Taehyung
  • He picks up the phone really nonchalantly, like ‘Lol bro, whazzup?’
  • Except you’re not in the mood, not this time
    • “KIM TAEHYUNG, RETURN HIM TO ME IMMEDIATELY YOU BITCH ASS LITTLE HOE!”
    • Yes, a B.A.L.H, it actually came to that
  • It’s a small argument, but you win by a landslide, mainly due to your arsenal of creative name-calling
  • So Jungkook is returned in one piece (‘Haha, One Piece, get it Y/N—OW?!’ ‘Shut up Tae.’) but you don’t get to talk to him much
  • Your friend tugs you into your room, cracks her knuckles and smiles evilly
    • Nervous Gulp
  • It’s a torturous hour that follows
  • And you feel incredibly lucky, somehow, to have survived that
  • Anyway, the point here is that you got dressed, got your hair and shit done, and were one happy bride-to-be
  • Your dad comes through the doorway, being like ‘yo kid are you gonna get married today or not?’
  • And you just sigh and make your way downstairs, with him carefully holding your hand
  • But you’re also super excited and nervous at the same time, with the whole ‘butterflies in the stomach’ feel going on
  • And, of course, you find that your backyard is fucking crowded because someone decided to invite half the fucking world
  • But you see the broad grin on Jungkook’s face and decide it’s totally worth it
  • You manage to get to the altar A-OK, and you can’t help the blush that overcomes you when Jungkook takes your hand because it’s so warm and so loving
  • The priest starts speaking, not that you notice, because Jungkook’s rubbing circles into your hand and can something kill you now before the feels do???
  • It’s time to officially wear your wedding rings, and you and Jungkook keep looking at each other because you can’t believe you have an eternity with this boi
  • Except you need to look away eventually because where the fuck are the rings??
  • And it turns out that they’re missing too
  • WHY DID YOU MAKE TAEHYUNG THE RING-BEARER AGAIN??
  • But it’s all good because Namjoon comes waving them wildly in the air
    • “They were on the washing machine!”
    • Jin also lowkey glares at poor Taehyung, but that’s a story for another time
  • So you slip the rings onto each other’s fingers and you really want to cry right now
  • But you need to say your vows first and, of course, Jungkook goes first:
    • “Y/N-ah, I prepared this really long speech for you, but I decided not to say all of it now, because then it’d never end. But, I want you to know that I loved you when we first met, I love you now, at this very moment, and I always will. I don’t think it’s possible to love you any more than I already do, but I will try, I promise.”
  • He says some other stuff too, but you don’t remember because you sort of sunk into the earth started crying
  • And then it’s your turn, and you blubber on about how you hated his guts when you first met him, but then realized how much of an idiot he truly was about things, and how sweet he could be at times even though he pretended not to.
    • “You’re the only one for me Jeon Jungkook, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget that throughout our entire lifetime together.”
  • The two of you kiss when you’re instructed to do so, and it feels as fucking brilliant as it did the first time
  • And you’ve got the celebration after to brave through, though it’s more Jungkook’s funeral than your own
  • Okay that’s a lie
  • While Seokjin completely embarrasses your boyfriend husband, you’ve got your best friend to fuck you up!
  • But that night, when everyone’s gone, you don’t dedicate much thought to that particular incident because you’re a hell of a lot more nervous about the whole wedding night thing
  • But after you’ve prepared yourself (cough), you come back to find Jungkook totally snuggling on the couch
  • And he looks at you with wide eyes, like ‘yo, you wanna cuddle?’
  • And you’re like ‘that’s it boi, ur ded to me’ but he grabs your wrist and pulls you onto the bed, trapping you underneath him
  • And your mouth goes dry when you see how his eyes are dilated, how desperate he is for you
  • And he says ‘Let’s get to work, shall we?’
  • Which is totally a dorky, Jungkook thing to say
  • But you don’t get to say anything because his lips are on yours and fuck it’s so hot…and everything sort of escalates from there
  • But, I assure you, that night was well worth the hiccups ;)
  • The next afternoon, you wake up to see Jungkook looking down at you with this incredibly fond look, and you realize he’s been hugging you ‘round the waist
  • WARNING: ERROR-ERROR-ERROR-ERROR-MIND FUCK HAS OCCURRED
  • And then he smiles at you like so lovingly and says ‘I can’t believe I’ll get to do this every day.”
  • And you just smile back at him, cheeks burning hot. You have forever to formulate your response, after all.

Originally posted by nevermindmyg

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