right arm of the free world

@thunderboltsortofapenny said: No no let’s do this! Why would steve need to be fake married. Or why would bucky need to be fake married to Steve. We need a reason. #Viper do the thing #It’ll be fun!

So I did the thing, and it’s stupid and terrible, but here, have it:

Bucky’s an EMT. Normal guy, just living his life, trying to help where he can. And then one day, all of a sudden, the aliens are invading NYC, and Bucky’s out there helping, right in the middle of the danger zone because of course he is.

There’s a fight going on, and a bunch of freaks in weird suits seem to be fighting the aliens, but Bucky doesn’t have much time to focus on anything other than all the people in dire need of medical attention. He does what he can to help, grabs the first metal bar he can find and fights only the aliens getting in his way, and works himself to exhaustion. Then there’s a blast, and it sends a man flying right into the wall next to him.

“Hey, you okay?” Bucky asks, rushing to help him, and though Bucky could’ve sworn the blow was hard enough to crush anyone’s ribs, he’s surprised to see the man–who must’ve been on his way to a costume party–stand up practically unscathed.

He’s got broad shoulders and a strong jaw and eyes of the prettiest shade of blue Bucky’s ever seen, and even with his face covered in soot and grime and blood, Bucky’s heart skips a beat.

For a few seconds the man seems a bit disoriented, then he finally registers Bucky’s presence. “What are you doing here?? Get out of the streets!”

“I was–” Bucky starts, and is cut off by an explosion right above their heads and a bunch of debris raining down on them, and a hand shoving him aside.

When he comes to, which is a surprise in itself, the dust has started to clear, and the man who’s clearly saved his life is carrying him as if he weighed nothing, concern in those beautiful eyes and a big, warm hand pressed tenderly against Bucky’s neck, checking for a pulse.

He locks eyes with Bucky and sighs in relief, the hint of a smile on his plush lips, but the hand remains where it is. “Hi,” he says. “You all right?”

“Y-yeah… Thank you,” Bucky replies, but he doesn’t move to free himself of the man’s arms. His stomach is doing something weird, and the man surely has other people to rescue, but for a few seconds they both just stay there, shell-shocked and staring at each other like the world around them has stopped.

Then something blows up nearby, and the spell is broken.

Carefully, the man helps him to his feet, makes sure Bucky’s in one piece, and then says, “Find shelter, okay? Stay inside.”

Bucky’s not planning to, but he can’t find it in him to tell that to this incredible man, so he slowly licks his lips and nods. Before turning around to leave, the man offers him a small, shy smile.

- - - - -

During the next few weeks after the Chitauri attack on NYC, every single piece of footage of the Avengers fighting against the aliens and helping civilians goes viral. Phone videos, security cameras, blurry pics.

The most popular, by far, is a snapshot of Captain America carrying a guy, who can be seen fighting aliens and helping people in other videos, bridal style, thumb caressing his jaw, and both looking like lovestruck teenagers.

Bucky can’t go to the grocery store or even do his job without being stalked by the paparazzi or Cap’s groupies or just random people wanting to know what his Avenger name is, and for how long he’s been dating Captain America.

- - - - -

“You’ve ruined my life!!” Bucky tells him, because of course, of course Captain America would pick Bucky’s park for his morning run. Of course Bucky’d slip on wet leaves on the pavement precisely this morning, and of fucking course Captain America would just happen to be around to catch him at just the right time. Bucky’s seeing red.

“I’m sorry,” Captain America says, and it’s extremely unfair just how genuine and how much like a kicked puppy he looks.

Christ, Bucky wants to punch him.

- - - - -

Steve’s been living in PR hell.

He’s spent the past weeks “saving” girls and boys alike from getting hit by a bicycle, or fainting, or a fuckton of equally stupid shit.

The second anyone spots Captain America, there’ll suddenly be some kind of dangerous situation going down, and someone hoping Cap will carry them bridal style to safety and maybe fall head over heels in love with them in the process.

Steve is tired and done and ready to get back in the ice for another few decades, and shares Pepper’s worries that someone might actually put themself in real danger soon.

“We should handle this before it gets worse,” Nat says. And Steve agrees, of course, but he just doesn’t know how.

“Just marry the guy,” Clint suggests.

Steve almost chokes to death on his own spit.


Clint shrugs. “Why not? Half the world already thinks you’re dating…”

“Clint, he hates me…”

“Only cause people keep pestering him about this. If you two get married it’ll be a circus, but then it’ll blow over. He can’t even do his job right now, right? So you pay the guy for the trouble, yadda yadda, then when this is over you two get a quick divorce, and that’s it. Problem solved.”

For two minutes, no one else opens their mouth. Then:

“He’s got a point…”

“Tony, no,” Steve whines.

“You saw the footage, how he was helping those civilians… If you have to marry someone, he’s not a bad candidate,” Nat says, and then smirks. “Plus, he’s cute.”

Steve already knows he’s lost this battle, but that doesn’t help him feel any better about this. Yes, he’s cute. Yes, he’s a brave and kind and smart guy. Yes, Steve could very easily pretend to be married to him for a while and yes it’d help them both. None of that’s the problem.

The problem is that he kind of really likes the guy.

The problem is that the guy hates him.

This is a really, really bad idea.


Just A Dream

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1k

A/N:  This is my TWENTY-FIRST Fic for my 30 Days of Jensen and Dean Fic-i-versary Celebration. The line requested was, “You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die, or you can keep fightn’ no matter what.” requested by @dreamingintheimpalawithdean  Thank you for celebrating with me! I’m also using a gif submitting by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing that she probably doesn’t even remember submitting. ;) I honestly don’t know where this came from. Just a bit of trash for your Saturday night. Hope you like it!

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glitter paint & movie night

summary: your six-year-old daughter has an important question to ask bucky.
characters: female reader, bucky barnes, becca (6-year-old OFC), briefly steve rogers and natasha romanoff
word count: 2197
warnings: one f bomb
A/N: i suck at titles k so this is a little different from my normal thing, but it popped in my head so i decided to write it. i also named the daughter becca, after @beccaanne814-blog because tbh she’s such a great person and writer. she gives encouragement to SO MANY PEOPLE, comments on tons of fics, and then writes amazing ones of her own. so this is my small, insignificant way of letting her know that she is appreciated. <3

Originally posted by v-writings

The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life. - Richard Bach

It wasn’t until my back slammed into the mat for the fifth time in the past hour that I started thinking I needed to reconsider my hobbies. 

Natasha stood over me, strands of red hair hanging down in her face as she stared down at me. She had a satisfied smirk on her face as she offered her hand to help me up. Again. 

“You’re out of shape,” she said as I grabbed her hand. She took a couple of steps back, hauling me to my feet. 

“Fuck you,” I said, shoving at her shoulder. “I’ve been off duty for four months!” 

“Yeah, but you’d think you’d be in a little better shape. You were coaching little league soccer, after all.” She grinned at my scowl, leaning down and grabbing one of the towels we had thrown on the floor. She dried the sweat glistening on her face and neck. “But you went and got soft on me.” 

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Night Changes - Tom Holland Imagine

Friends – this was a long and tedious battle with myself. 

Send comments, questions, concerns, complaints, requests.


Originally posted by spiderholland

“Look, I understand that everyone seems to be obsessed with finding their soulmate,” you continued, “– and I know that it seems like everyone is obsessing over it – but they aren’t, darling.” You gripped your nephew’s hand a bit tighter – you don’t want him to continue to feel pressured by this system, especially at such a young age. “I know that it seems like this is everything the world is worrying about, but it’s honestly just a phase right now, buddy.”

You wrap your free arm around his shoulders and you grip him tight. You place your chin on the top of his head, you love holding him close.

“Okay, but,” he starts, “it’s not fair that Chris and Alex are soulmates – it’s not fair that they found each other in the fourth grade!” He whined a bit, and you heard him gasp slightly as he continued to try to regain oxygen. “Everyone is obsessed with it and now it’s making me worry about the future.”

“Okay, but honey,” you said, “you don’t have to worry about the future! You’re so young and you have so much time left before you – you have so much time to figure yourself out before you have to worry about someone else." 

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U.S made FAL from Century Arms using a demilled L1A1 parts kit. Note the textured pattern on the handguard, stock and pistol grip. Among FAL owners and collectors these furniture sets are often referred to as the “Pebble” style. It’s officially call the British Maranyl pattern but it’s easier to just call it the pebble pattern. Since the FAL was called the “Right Arm of the Free World”, many nations adopted the rifle with their own slight modifications from the original. This makes collecting FAL’s fun but a little more difficult. (GRH)

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Master list

Imagine: Restraining Newt to his chair.

Newt sat at his desk, glass of whiskey next to him as he finished writing some letters back to the ministry. His quill moved quickly over the parchment, bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he worded his letter carefully. The ministry had demanded his return more than once, but he always found reasons to stay behind traveling. Magizoology was not a subject that ended, the knowledge was always out there, ready to be found and added upon.

“Come to bed, my love.”

You leaned against the doorframe, eyeing your lover with your best puppy eyes. They always seemed to tempt Newt out of his world of creatures and magic. But, the wizard simply looked over his shoulder at you, giving you a toothy grin.

“Right now, darling. I promise.”

“Promises, promises.”

You scolded playfully, but you allowed him his free time to finish his work. He was a busy man after all, but being the lover of Newt Scamander meant you also needed some attention. With a sway of your hips you neared the Hufflepuff, twirling his scarf around your hands and arms as you got closer. Maybe it was a bit rude to distract him from the important letters he needed to write, but you doubt he’d be too annoyed with you.

“Come on, daddy…”

Newt chuckled at that, his green eyes turning to look at you with a curios glint.

“Do you ever take no for an answer?”

“Do you?”

Newt hummed back at that, well aware that he hardly let you sleep most nights. Not that you could complain, he was a proper lover, and a generous one at that. So why not return the favor?

“So…?” You held out the scarf to him, biting your lip with a smirk as you raised your eyebrows. “Want to take a break?”

Newt looked you up and down thoughtfully, taking a quick sip of his whiskey and turning the drink in his hand. He placed the glass carefully on the desk, and held his arms out.

“Well then, come on.”

You giggled and took a seat on his lap, your dress falling on either side of his legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist, looking up at you with a smile. You leaned down, taking his lips into a sweet kiss. It was nothing too dramatic just yet, and you both just enjoyed the smooth feeling of your mouths sliding against each other. His tongue poked out teasingly, tracing your bottom lip as if he was asking for entrance into your mouth. But, you pulled away smile widening when he scowled at you.

“Now now, Mr. Scamander…be patient.”

With the scarf in hand, you quickly took both his hands from your sides, putting them behind his chair and twisting the scarf into a knot around them. The wizard never took his eyes off you though, and even if he had every chance to fight back he decided to play along with you.

“This is quite new.” He whispered, smile never leaving his freckled face since he was very intrigued by this idea.

“Mm…do you like it?”

The question wasn’t too necessary, because judging by the growing need between his legs you already knew the answer. You pushed your hips down, rocking yourself into him enjoying the effect you had on the wizard. Newt breathed in deeply, eyelids dropping halfway in desire at the motion.

“Darling…” He groaned out, trying desperately to grind against you but the scarf limited some of his movements.

“Just relax, honey. Enjoy the pleasure.”

It was almost too much for you to handle, because you wanted to unzip his pants and just ride him until you both screamed each other’s names. But, tonight was meant for him and you planned to pleasure the wizard until he begged for release.

Your fingers trailed up his shirt, plucking the buttons apart along the way. Every inch of his milky skin that revealed itself made you burn with desire, and you leaned down kissing the corner of his mouth and smiling when he panted out your name. You had him where you wanted, and you continued your teasing no matter the cost of your own arousal.

With a nip, you bit down on his lower lip sucking it between yours and moaning into his mouth. Your nails scratched a path down his torso, loving the way his muscles twitches under the sensation. Newt was already going mad, and he closed his eyes as he rocked into you, hips clumsily trying to gain some relief for his aching cock. But, you allowed him only some pleasure. You cupped his erection, squeezing down with just enough pressure to make him throw his head back.

“Merlin’s beard…”

“Shh.” You whispered into his neck, kissing and biting down on the soft skin. He was always sensitive there, and you watched closely as he fought against his restraints. It seemed the Hufflepuff was no longer in the mood for slow and sensual.

“Unite them.” He demanded, eyes turning darker as he gazed at you. But you just ignored his pleas, and just rubbed your hand down between his legs smiling when he moaned loudly.

You brought your other hand down, undoing the button of his pants and slowly bringing the zipper down. The small tuft of hair he had above his most intimate area was tantalizing, and you practically drooled at the sight. But, you held yourself back and removed his briefs, just enough to let his length spring out.

The relief was overwhelming, and Newt sighed as you gripped him in your hand. The head of his cock spilled precum, and you rubbed your thumb over it, using it to slick up his length. With a flick of your wrist you worked him over, pumping him slowly at first.

“Bloody! Ah..” Newt angled his hips up, trying to get you to move faster and grant him the pleasure of his release. “Darling, please.”

All you did was move slower, gripping him tighter and twisting your hand around him as you moved it up. “Tell me what you want then, daddy.”

Newt shook his head, messy hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. “Just…” But, he couldn’t get the words out. He just groaned deep in his throat and hung his head forward, laying it against your breasts. He nudged the corners of your dress away, the deep neck of it allowing him some room to please you. He latched his lips atop one breast, sucking roughly down on it to leave a mark behind.

“Oh god, Newt…” You ran your fingers through his hair, happy you didn’t wear any panties that day. You rose up, settling yourself above his swollen length and slowly, teasingly, lowered yourself down on him.

“Uhn…” Newt moaned into your cleavage, lips open as he tried to control the building pleasure. But, you felt so damn good engulfing his cock like that. And even if he couldn’t quite gain footing, he bucked up anyway.

“Yes…” You gasped out, rolling your hips and gripping his hair tightly in your hands. He filled you so perfectly, and with every rise of your hips you pushed back down harshly onto him the need to be fucked hard now taking over. Newt panted into your chest, begging you to ride him faster, which you so gladly welcomed.

“Just like that, my darling.” He encouraged your movements, and he continued licking and nipping at your breasts as you moved up and down. He sucked softly on your nipple, circling his warm tongue around it and growling when you reached behind you to grab the rest of his whiskey. He pulled away, eyeing you with such want it burned to your very core.

“Thirsty?” You shook the glass in your hand, smirking when he just nodded in his dizzy state of desire. With a tilt of the glass, the liquid dripped down the side and slowly fell onto your chest.

Newt’s eyes followed the droplets, and he licked his lips and leaned forward catching one of them with the tip of his tongue. He dragged it up your sternum, and up until he hit the very bottom of your throat. There was something delicious about tasting the alcohol on you, and he’d had to say this was by far his favorite way to take his drink now.

You began to rock and grind into him, no longer set on just teasing him because this felt far too good to stop. “Newt!” You cried out, the sensations of his cock and his tongue now becoming overwhelming.

The wizard just lapped at you, his tongue flicking across the side of your breast. He buried his face into you, trying to hide the loud moans he was making, but he was so damn close and if you kept up this pace he would be done in no time.

“I’m gonna-” Your words got lost on your tongue, and you arched into him, inner walls tightening around his length and practically sucking him dry. Newt wasn’t far behind, because the second you orgasmed around him he was moaning out your name, his hot breath coming out in pants against your chest.

It was like the world felt completely unreal around you, eyes unfocused, heart a wild mess of beats, and forget breathing, because you no longer knew how to do that. You shakily rose up, his seed spilling out of you and onto his length.

“Are you going to untie me now?” Newt breathed out, smiling at you as you sat against him.

“Don’t you want me to clean you up first?” You let your eyes travel down to his cock, biting your lip when you saw his cum slipping off the sides of it.

Newt chuckled, sinking back into the chair with a smug look on his face. “They’re going to fire me if you keep distracting me like this.”


A/N: Can Newt lick whiskey off me, please? Ugh.


Bucky Barnes x Reader Request Fic

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2785
Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Swearing, NSFW (18+)

This is a repost of an Ask sent by @this-kitty-has-claws because Tumblr mobile is being stupid. @justreadingfics hope this works better for you.

He was so damn nervous it was making you nervous.

The big, tough, strong as ten men, super soldier practically quivered where he was laid out beside you.

Bucky Barnes, the man with the tragic past, amazed you more and more every day.

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okay lets talk about sam wilson

Sam Wilson who went to fight for his country and joined one of the fucking most dangerous branches and went on the craziest missions and escaped with his life by the skin of his teeth over and over again and yeah, he was saving people and he loved that, has always loved helping people, but he also loves the whistle of air passing over his wings and the swoop of adrenaline as he dodges missiles and bullets. 

Sam Wilson who watched his best friend get shot out of the sky. 

Sam Wilson who came home but still isn’t quite certain he did, not completely, not in the ways that really count. Sam who now spends his time talking to other vets who know what it’s like to wake up in the middle of the night, shaking and crying and so goddamn certain that they’re back there that they can almost taste the sand in the back of their throat, smell the blood and dust and heat like tar. Sam who thinks he sees Riley one day at the mall and has to go hide in the toilet until his lungs no longer feel like they’re collapsing. 

Sam Wilson who has a huge, sprawling family, who is constantly getting invited to holidays and parties and weekend get togethers just for the hell of it. Who goes and spends the whole time playing with his nieces and nephews and ignoring the concerned questions of aunts and grandmothers and second cousins. Who learned to bake at his momma’s knee and just can’t shake the instinct to care for people by feeding them. 

Sam who sees a superhero out jogging and all he can think is how terribly alone he seems. 

Sam Wilson who recognizes Steve’s PTSD when everyone else was content to just ignore it and hope it went away because Steve is Captain America except when he’s really just another soldier who has seen too much death and too little life. Sam who does more to help Steve in two conversations than SHIELD has done in two years. 

Sam Wilson who brings Steve Rogers and the Black fucking Widow into his home because there was never any question of whether or not he would. Sam who hands over his records like an application because yeah he got out for a good reason and yeah Captain America might need him but Steve Rogers needs him more and really, at the end of it all, he’s goddamn selfish. He’s selfish because he has missed the feeling of speed blurring the world around him, of weightlessness during a dive, of free-fall and flight, of danger and battle and the absolute freedom of the sky more than anything else in the world and being able to help Captain America and the Black Widow and the whole goddamn world is just a big fucking bonus to getting his wings back. 

He still feeds them breakfast though. 

Sam Wilson who is way out of his depth when a man with a fucking metal arm rips the fucking steering wheel right out of his fucking hands. 

Sam Wilson who did not sign up for this except he did and even if he isn’t sure how to deal with a brainwashed formerly-dead best friend he still recognizes the look in Steve’s eyes and knows he has to keep following this man because someone has to make sure Steve Rogers makes it out of this alive and it sure as shit ain’t going to be Steve Rogers. Who exchanges a look with the Black Widow and is both terrified and comforted to know that she also knows this. 

Sam Wilson who almost dies and almost dies but then doesn’t. Who got his wings back for a short, glorious time before being grounded again but knowing that this time, nothing is going to keep him there. Who decides to follow Steve Roger’s on his hopeless hunt for a ghost because the look in Steve’s eye is one he’s seen in the mirror too many times to count and someone needs to look after that white boy before he does something stupid. Or maybe he just needs someone to do something stupid with him. 

Either way, Sam’s in. 

I Should’ve...

Pairings: Negan X Reader

Summary: Negan is trying to deal with your death, he’s remembering moments together and regretting things he should’ve done and said.

Warnings: Death, swearing, NSFWish.

Word Count: 4000+ (It’s a biggin’)

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

You laughed and shook your head. “I wouldn’t be one of your wives if you were the last man on the earth.” 
Negan smiled hugely. “Fuck! Come on, Baby! I’m crazy for you!” You glared at him. “No. What part of that are you not understanding?” 

“The fucking reasoning! I’m good looking! I got a nice body under this leather! I’m hung like a fucking horse!” You sighed harshly.

“Don’t talk to me about your dick! I don’t care! And you killed my friends! That’s the reasoning.” “I made sure you didn’t see that…” 

You looked away from him. “It didn’t make the pain any less.”“If I could, I’d take that away from you.”

You looked at him, your eyes screeching his face for the lie. It wasn’t there.

Rick finally did it. He knocked Negan from his high horse.

Negan sat on his knees on the ground. His eyes following Rick’s form. He was clenching and unclenching his fist. Simon was on his knees beside him along with Dwight and a few others.

You stood behind Rick, Lucille in your hands. She leaned over your shoulder. You wouldn’t look at him. Negan tried to catch your gaze, but you wouldn’t let it happen. 

“How’s it feel? Huh!” Rick yelled, laughter filling his voice. Rick reached for Lucille and you handed her to him. Rick thanked you with a nod of his head.
Rick began twirling the bat around, smiling and keeping eye contact with Negan the whole time.

You felt a hand touch your arm. You looked up and seen Daryl looking at you with sad eyes. You gave a sad smile.

Finally, you looked at Negan, his eyes locked with yours and you tried so hard not to let the tears fall. Negan shook his head at you and mouthed, “Don’t cry… Please.”

You smiled at Negan’s dirty joke. You sat in the passenger’s seat in his truck. He made you join him on a run. “You really need to keep those jokes to yourself.” Negan smiled. “You fucking love them!”

“I really don’t.” Negan laughed. “Then why do you smiled every time I tell you one?” “Because you’re stupid!” Negan smiled and reached out and slapped your thigh. “You asshole!” You laughed, shoving his shoulder.

Rick began singing the rhyme that was so familiar to Negan as he pointed the bat at everyone on their knees. Every time the bat was pointed at Negan, he would smirk his trademark smirk. It reached his eyes and it drove Rick crazy.  

“Eeny, meeny, miny.. moe.. catch.. a tiger… by its toe.. if he hollers. let him go… My mother.. told me.. to pick.. the very best one.. and you… are…..it!” Suddenly the world around Negan came crashing down

.Rick spun around and hit the bat against your legs. Your knees buckled and you fell to the ground. The barbwire dug into your legs. Rick jerk the bat away from your legs, causing the write to rip your jeans and skin. You screamed out in pain.

You looked at Rick, your eyes filled with fear. Rick had tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry…” With that, he raised the bat above his head as Negan jumped up. Jesus and Daryl grabbed a hold of his arms and pulled him back.

Negan began fighting against him. The world felt like it was going in slow motion. Negan was trying to pull himself free as you looked at him. Tears were falling fast down your face. 

Negan screamed at Rick, begging him to stop. You looked up at Rick the bat still risen about his head. “Please…Rick, Not like this. Don’t…Don’t kill me like this.”

Rick was your best friend. Although some would argue that right now should prove that he wasn’t. But you understood why. He was going to show Negan just how it felt to have someone you loved taken away from you.

It had made sense to you now. Everyone this morning was hugging you, kissing your forehead, giving you sad looks. Everyone knew what was going to happen. Everyone but you…

Slowly Rick brought the bat down. Everyone watched. Rick let the bat drop from his hand before he reached for his gun.

You closed your eyes tightly, trying to focus on your breathing. You began crying as you listened to Negan screaming and fight against Jesus and Daryl.
No one else in the lineup moved they just watched as Rick pointed the gun at your head.

“Please! Rick! God fucking damn it! Just fucking don’t! Kill me! Not them! Please, Rick! I’m begging you! Fuck! Just please!”

Rick closed his eyes as his finger wrapped around the trigger. “Rick!” Tears rolled down your cheeks. Negan fought harder, shoving and pulling at them. “RICK!” 


You took a deep breath as Rick cocked the gun. “Rick…Please!” You dug your fingers into the dirt beneath your hands. Blood was rushing from your legs, tears from your eyes, incoherent words from your mouth.

“RICK!” The gun shot rang. 

Negan’s body went slack, Jesus and Daryl lowered him to the ground. Negan sat on his knees, tears building up faster in his eyes. 

Rick took a step back from your lifeless body. He turned around and faced Negan. Rick tilted his head. “I’m sure we’ll see you again…But it won’t be for a pick up.”

Rick grabbed Negan but his chin. “Be glad I didn’t make you watch me beat the holy hell out of ‘em.”

With that, Rick shoved his face away and walked away from him. He knew Negan was going to want your body. He wasn’t going to take everything from him.

As Rick walked away, everyone in the group slowly followed, giving one last look at you. Whether they wanted you dead or not, it was a message to Negan. It was one of the hardest choices that they ever had to make.

Negan walked over to your body on his knees. He pulled you up into his arms. Tears rolled off his face and onto you. Negan buried his face into your neck and cried. One hand clenched your jacket, then other cupped the back of your head.

Slowly Negan began rocking you back and forth. “I’m so sorry…Fuck…I’m so sorry.” Negan cried harder, anger and hate being replaced with grief and pain.
“I’m sorry.”

You walked beside Negan. He was giving you a once over of the factory. You honestly didn’t care what it looked like or what was here. You weren’t going to be his wife. Not even if he had room made out of gold.

“And this here is my favorite room in the whole place!” Negan said as he opened a door. You stepped closer and look in. “It’s just a closet. I don’t-” Suddenly you were shoved in the small closet. 

You spun around just in time to see Negan shut the door behind himself. “What the fuck! Let me out of here!” You said, giving him a shove.
“Not until you ask why this is my favorite room.” You sighed. “Fine. Why is this your favorite room?”

“Because this is where we had our first kiss.” You looked up at him in the little bit of light coming from under the door. “W-what?” Negan wrapped and arm around your waist gently. 

“Yeah…Our first kiss was here. Remember?” You shook your head. “You want me to refresh your memory?” Slowly you nodded your head.

Negan leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against yours. It took you a second until you started kissing him back. You wrapped your arms around his neck as both of his arms wrapped around your waist.

Negan gently placed your body in the back of the truck. Simon tried to help him but Negan had yelled at him not to touch you or him. Dwight stood at the front of the truck, Lucille held tightly in his hands.

Part of your jeans and skin were stuck in the wire. Dwight couldn’t look at it. He couldn’t look at the spot where Rick had shot you.

Although you didn’t know Dwight all that much, you were always kind to him. He considered you a friend.

Simon stood at the passenger side of the truck. His eyes locked on the spot where a walker was stumbling over to the blood. 

He knew what you meant to Negan. He knew that Negan loved you like no other. He knew that Negan would have happily taken your place tonight. He would have happily died so you could’ve live.

Negan pulled the blanket over your face. He closed his eyes tightly before shutting the tailgate. He walked over to the diver’s side of the truck. He looked around, your old group was gone.

Negan slid into the truck as Dwight got into the back of the truck by your body. Negan started the truck and slowly began to pull away and once he hit road, he pressed harder down on the pedal. Rick was going to pay. One way or another.

Negan buttoned his jeans and began lacing his belt through the loops. You wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed his shoulder blade. Negan hummed. “Don’t get me hard again. You need to start heading back before the Scooby gang comes looking.”

You released him from the hold and then hit his back. “Oh shut up! We aren’t anything like them! Anyway they know I come out to this house! How to you think I knew about this place…I use to come out here to get away from everyone.”

Negan turned around and raised his eyebrows. “Don’t you have a bedroom to get away from everyone?” You shrugged as you shimmed your jeans over your hips. “Yeah. It’s just not the same…Sometimes you just need space away from the ever bustling walls.” 

Negan pulled his shirt over his head just as you had. Quickly he grabbed you and pulled you in for a rough, quick kiss. “Mm…”

You pulled your thick rough wool coat on just as Negan opened the front door. “Shit. I need to grab my gun from the bedroom floor.” 

Negan walked out to his truck and slid into it drivers side. 

When you came out he looked at your in the rearview mirror and smiled. Your hair tussled, your belt buckle was crooked, your zipper front jacket wasn’t zipped right, and he was pretty sure your shirt was on backward. 

You walked over to his window and leaned in, kissing him on the lips. “Drive safe.” You whispered, laughing. Negan smiled. 

“You should probably fix your shirt.” 
Glancing down you seen what a mess you looked like. “Of fuck.” You said laughing. “Go. I’ll catch up with you next week.” Quickly you kissed him again and stepped back. “See ya around, baby doll.”

Negan sat beside your grave, carving your name into a hunk of wood. Daryl was walking towards the house he knew you were always at. Sometimes it was like you lived there. 

Daryl stopped at the tree line as he seen Negan sitting next to what he was assuming was your grave. Daryl stood there quietly as he watched Negan carve into the wood. 

Negan stood up and began hammer together two pieces of wood into a cross. Once he stuck it in the head of your grave, he took a step back.

Daryl frowned. He didn’t want you to die. He was one of the only one’s that was truly against it. He fought and argued with Rick. As he could tell, it did nothing. 

Daryl was coming out to your little hideout in hopes of getting some peace of mind. Knowing that when you were here you were happy.

Negan wiped away a few tears that seem to fall from his eyes without him noticing. “I failed you. I fucking failed you, Y/N. I promised you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you…and I did. I’m sorry. I should’ve fought harder.” Tears were welling up in his eyes again. “I love you…I should’ve told you. I should’ve said it back to you….I love you.”

You jumped when Negan threw Lucille roughly against the couch you were sitting on. You watched Negan paced in front of you. “I don’t understand how this is happening!” He yelled. 

“Rick said that they were planning an attack. I know I shouldn’t tell you, but at the same time, I couldn’t not tell you. Rick didn’t say exactly when it was going to happen.” You said, pulling your knees up to your chest, resting your chin on them.

“I’m going to murder him! I’m going to beat the holy fucking fuck out of him! He’ll never see it coming!” You shook your head. “Please don’t. He’s my best friend!”

Negan stopped pacing and slowly turned towards you. “And what am I!? Huh!” You flinched as he yelled. “Negan, you know I didn’t mean it like that. Come on!”
He clenched his jaw. 

“No, I don’t! So please explain it!” You looked at him. “I’m not picking his side, nor am I picking yours. You both mean the world to me. I’ve been with him since the beginning. You I….I love you.”

Negan’s face went from one of anger to shock. “What?” You stood up, wrapped your arms around his waist and said it again. “I love you.”

Instead of saying it back or kissing you, he pushed you away and took a step away. “Negan, I-” He cut you off. “I gotta go. I need to plan for an attack.” He stepped around you and grabbed Lucille. 

“Negan. Please…I..” Negan walked out the front door, shutting it behind him. He didn’t even kiss you goodbye.  He did nothing.
“I love you. I really do…” You whispered, wiping tears away from your eyes.

“I know you’re probably sick of me coming here…But I guess I just needed to see you again. It’s been three mouths since you… Anyway. I got you some daisies. I hope you like them.” Negan crouched down and place the flowers on your grave.

“You told me that you didn’t want me to kill Rick. So as if it was your dying wish…I won’t kill him. As for anyone else in that fucking group, I can’t promise you that. He’ll pay for what he fucking did to you. You said you didn’t want him to die. You never said I couldn’t chop off his fucking hands.”

Negan stood up and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. “I miss you. Today would’ve marked our first year together…Crazy huh? Who would have thought a year has passed since our first kiss. Fuck…I miss you. I miss your smile so much.”

Negan followed behind you. “Where the fuck are you taking me. I hope you aren’t coming out here to kill me because I’ll be fucking pissed if I die.”
You looked over to him. Negan saw the smile spread across your face. 

He loved they way every time you would smile around him it would reach your eyes. 

Although he would never say, he needed your smile at times like he needed air. “Shut the fuck up. I’m not killing your ass…not yet.” 

Negan quickly grabbed hold of your waist and pulled you into him. You laughed as you gripped his arms. “Negan!”

He laughed. “How ‘bout we fuck right here, right now. I’ll take you against that tree and make you attract a bunch of fucking dead fucks. Hmm? How ‘bout that?”

“Negan! No! Come on! Let’s get to my secret place and then we can frick frack there…” You smiled and wiggled your eyebrows. 

Negan’s eyes went dark before he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. “Let’s fucking go.”

You laughed and wiggled in his grip. “You don’t even know where it is!” Negan slapped your ass hard. “I’ll find it and if I don’t…then I’ll just do as I said I would.”

Negan laid sat on the small full-size bed in the house. His eyes locked onto the small Polaroid he took of you. 

You stole it from Spencer’s house and brought it here so you could take a photo of him…

You waved the camera around. “Look what I took from Spencer’s house!” You smiled at Negan. He was laying in the bed, clothes discarded on the chair in the corner. 

Negan got there before you and thought he would make it easier for you to have access to him. The sheet was only covering his dick.

Nothing else, it wasn’t covering his whole bottom half. Nope. Just his dick. You brought the camera up to your eye.

“Pose for me!” You said, laughing and smiling.Negan smirked at you. “Only if you do the same for me.” You quickly nodded your head. 

Negan probed his arm behind his head, crossed his ankles and smiled hugely. The flash went off and waited for the photo to come out. 
“I bet I could’ve been on a magazine with that photo!”

You set the camera and photo down before shrugging your coats off and kicking your boots off.

You climbed into the bed and then on top of him. You folded your arms on his chest and resting your chin on them. It was quiet for a few moments between the both of you. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asked. “Just how I’m shocked that you haven’t ripped my clothes off already.” Negan laughed. “Well, we aren’t fucking till I get my photo.”

Your face flushed. “Don’t be getting shy around me. You got one of me. I want one of you.” You buried your face into his chest and mumbled something he couldn’t hear. 

“Come again, Baby Doll?” You looked up at him. “You can’t show it to anyone else. It’s just for you. No one else.” He smiled. “Well of course. Ain’t no one seeing this beauty of a body. It’s mine, all mine.”

Now that’s a great photo in his mind, but it wasn’t his favorite……

Negan pulled his jeans over his hips as you lay sleeping in bed. You laid on your back, your t-shirt hanging off one shoulder, the quilt bunch up around your waist.

Negan watched you for a moment. How he wished he could scoop you up and take you back with him and never let you leave. 

But he couldn’t. This had to be enough. There was no other way for you two to be together without your group knowing.

Gently he brushed your hair away from your face before grabbing the polaroid from the dresser. He brought the camera to his face and snapped a photo of you sleeping. 

You shifted in your sleep, but when Negan cupped your cheek and gently stroked it, you soon fell back into a peaceful sleep.

Negan pulled his hand away and finished dressing. He tucked the photos in his jacket pocket. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. 

He brushed his forehead against yours before standing to his full height and looking at you once again before he left.

Negan looked at the photo of you sleeping. “If I just made you come back with me…if I made you live at the factory..You wouldn’t have been there. You wouldn’t have died.”

Negan remembers the day so well. He fought and argued with you for a whole car ride about coming and living with him.

“It’s not going to happen.” You said, folding your arms over your chest. “Why fucking not?!” “Because it’s bad enough that my group knows I’ve been fucking you, I can’t leave them! I have to show some type of loyalty!”

“You lost any loyalty to them when you got into bed with me, sweetheart.” Silent fell between you. “I want you to come back with me. You’ll be happy there. I’ll be fucking happy with you there. We’ll be happy together.” 

“We don’t get to be happy in this life, Negan. We get to live! That’s it. If we find someone that gives a small amount of happiness, we shouldn’t take that for granted and demand more.”  

“I’m not demanding more! I want you to be with me! I’m sick and fucking tired of getting a few hours with you!” He yelled, slamming his hand on the steering wheel.

“I want you in my bed at night! I want to fucking wake up next to you! I want to be able to fuck you wherever and whenever you want! I want you by my side!”

“You don’t think I want that?! You don’t think I want to be by your side every fucking day!? I do! But I’m not going to ask for more than I can get because that’s when shit is taken away!”

“If I had…Just made you, forced you-”

“They wouldn’t have loved ya they way they did.” Negan’s head whipped in the direction of the voice. Daryl stood there, looking at his hands.

“Y/N loved you so much…They must’ve had fifteen photos of you in their dresser. Rick made me clear they room out…I thought you might like these.” Daryl walked further into the room and placed a backpack on the end of the bed.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it. They loved ya…and they knew you loved them. Ya might not have said it back, but they knew…”

Daryl left then. Negan didn’t get up and beat the shit out of him like he thought he would or how he would if it was Rick. 

Negan grabbed the bag and pulled it near him.  

He unzipped the bag and began looking through it. Right on top was a sweatshirt. Negan pulled it out and unfolded it. He brought it to his nose and inhaled it. It still smelt like you. 

He never knew how much he loved they way you smelt until just now. Negan put the sweatshirt to the side and pulled out the next thing. A book. Your favorite book. Next thing was a red wooden box. 

When he opened it he found many things. Bracelets, a neckless and a ring. A few photos of him and you were in the bottom with a small torn piece of paper. He looked at it and see “First Page Red Notebook.” written in messy handwriting.

Negan looked through the backpack until he found the red notebook. He opened the book and found a letter, to him with two rings taped to the bottom.


You have made my life heaven and hell all in one place. You did something that still hurts me, yet you somehow made me fall in love with you. I would never have thought I would fall for a guy like you. I hated you. You took people from me that left holes in me. Yet at the same time, you managed filled those holes.

I love you. Whatever happened wasn’t your fault. You didn’t pull the trigger. Or swing the bat, or let the walker eat me. Whatever happened wasn’t your fault. I know it. You wouldn’t let it happened. You would fight with everything in you. I know. You told me so.

I’m writing you this letter so you know even in the afterlife I still love you. That in the afterlife I’m watching over you, talking shit to Glenn and Abraham. They aren’t too pleased with you.

If you ever doubt that I loved you…at the bottom of this letter will be two rings I found on a run. I was going to give them to you if you ever wanted to truly get married.

I wish I was still there by you. I wish I could kiss your dumb face. But most of all, I wish I could still tell you that I love you. I miss you, Negan.

Yours forever, Y/N.

Negan jerked away. You were staring at him, shock was written on your face. “Negan! Hey, it’s okay!” He looked at you, his face twisting up in confusion as he sat up. “You’re…You’re here…I thought you…I thought you died…I-”

“I know. You were screaming in your sleep…You attracted a few of the dead.” You said, pointing towards the bedroom window where a few walkers began banging on it.

You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around him. “I’m sorry….I shouldn’t have told you about the fucking letter. I just wanted you to know if…that was all.”

“Come back with me. Please. Just…I…-” You kissed his lips, stopping him from talking. “Yes. I’ll come back with you. I’ll marry you. I’ll…do whatever you need me to…You were screaming for five minutes straight and then you were whimpering…”

“Rick killed you to get back at me…He shot you in front of me.” You cupped his face gently. “I’m alive. I’m fine.”

Negan wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your closer to him. “I love you. I love you so much.”

You smiled against his side. “I love you too, Negan.”

Eye Contact Pt. 2 (M)

Originally posted by welovehaehyuk

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 5.8k

Description: After you two had sex for the first time, Jungkook thought he could just be shameless while being at a restaurant. So you wanted him to proof you that he really is willing to be a good boy for you.

Content: slight sub!jk, thigh riding, anal play

Parts: 1 | 2

“Oh so you wanna be a good boy for me?”

He turned his head away and blushed.

He mumbled something but you couldn’t understand. You pushed yourself up a bit so you could get your face closer to his. “What did you say, baby?” you asked with confidence.

Jungkook turned his head back, your noses were slightly touching now.

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anonymous asked:

That Jumin angst was so heartbreaking yet so amazing. Damn Chairman Han. He keeps going out with gold diggers and his son never complians, yet when he finds someone he loves, the chairman loses his mind? Can I please request a happy ending to it?

Sorry it took so long, but here’s the happy end! If you haven’t read the first part, you can click here. Also, if you want maximum feels while reading it, click here for some background music. ;) 

Jumin should’ve seen it coming from his father’s vague comments throughout the evening. But even if he knew, it wouldn’t have prepared him to see MC walk into the conference room along with her new boss. Now more than ever, he wished he did more research on this client and, more importantly, their assistant.

In a rush of confidence, he had asked MC afterwards if they could speak, and that’s how they ended up here in the small, secluded courtyard at the back of the building. The night sky hung above them, the cityscape sparkled in front of them, and a barrier of silence stood between them.

“I’ve missed you.”

The words came out of Jumin’s mouth involuntarily.  Perhaps they had been festering inside of him for months, and were torn out of him magically by her presence.

MC shut her eyes and exhaled shakily. “Jumin,” she began. But no other words followed. It was as if they were trapped in her throat, and she was unwilling to release them.

“I don’t have any expectations of you,” he said. He turned his gaze to the buildings in the distance. “I never had. I just…want you to know, in case you decide to leave once more.”

He was surprised by the sniffling he heard. He started slightly before turning to look at her. MC had her hand over her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Jumin reached out a tentative hand to touch her shoulder. “MC? Are you…are you okay?”

She swallowed, waiting a moment to speak. “I didn’t want to leave you, you know” she rasped. A few more silent tears escaped. “I just thought it might be for the better.”

“Are you unhappy with life?” he asked. He held out a handkerchief to her. She gave a watery chuckle at the pawprint embroidered in the corner before taking it. “It seems you have a good job at a good company.”

MC chewed on her bottom lip. “Yeah,” she choked. “But, I’m not nearly good enough for you.”

For him? He dared to hope that she always intended to return to him. Even if he wished she had never left in the first place. He gingerly reached, his fingers grazing her shoulder. She tensed under his touch but slowly turned to face him. “You don’t need to prove yourself, MC. You never have. You know that, if it came down to it, I’d choose you over this life, right?”

Her lip trembled, and his own chest constricted. It was a strange sensation really. It was as if his heart had been dead all these months, and now it was starting to beat once more. It was simultaneously painful and liberating.

“I would never make you choose, Jumin,” MC said. “I would never ask you to choose between your family or your home and me.”

“Then why do you think I would ever make you choose?” he returned evenly. “I never once asked you to change yourself to fit in better. All I ever wanted was for us to start something new together. Neither one of us should feel the need to fit. I just thought…I just thought you wanted to leave, so I went along with what I thought might make you happy.”

“I know. You are always too thoughtful,” she replied. There was only a ghost of a smile on her lips, but the sight made Jumin lighter. “But what about your father? I don’t want to come between you–”

Jumin interrupted with a chuckle. “I have a feeling it’s not a coincidence my father targeted this particular client…for whom you happened to work. He may have his…frustrating moments, but he is a good father in the end.”

Realization flashed across her features before she too let out a laugh.She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, and the gaping hole inside Jumin’s chest slowly shrunk until it was nothing more than a painful memory. “So,” he began, his fingers intertwining with her own. It all felt so familiar…and right. “Can we start again?”

MC’s mouth twitched upwards before she pushed herself to her toes. She pressed a kiss to his lips. It was so quick and light that it sent shudders through Jumin. All at once, his complicated world became simple again. His heart could breathe, finally free from its suffocating ropes.

As MC wrapped her arms around him, her warmth enveloped him and he smiled for the first time in what felt like ages. Perhaps fate wasn’t cruel after all.

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this-kitty-has-claws  asked:

LADY!!! BUCKY HASNT GOTTEN LAID IN YEARS *throws confetti* give that boy some pllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeee (I need this fic)

Alright, miss thing. You asked for it. I give you:


Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2785
Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Swearing, NSFW (18+)

He was so damn nervous it was making you nervous.

The big, tough, strong as ten men, super soldier practically quivered where he was laid out beside you.

Bucky Barnes, the man with the tragic past, amazed you more and more every day.

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Chocobros comforting you after a bad day


  • it’s been an awful day, you just want to sleep but you’re too worked up it’s just not happening
  • you go to his place because you don’t want to spend another minute drowned in your dark thoughts
  • you find him in his room, stretched on the bed watching something intensely blue on the mounted tv
  • he tries to get up but he’s having a bad day as well, spine and hip and knee hurt too much, he reaches for you to come to him instead

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Revenge of the Tapeball

Characters: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 500

Summary: Gabriel has a surprise for the reader.

Warnings: Gabriel has a gun. Should that be a warning?

Checking your phone again you stood outside the entrance to the garage. Gabriel had sent you a text message, ‘Come to garage. 3:26pm. No earlier.’ What kind of message that was, you didn’t know. Knowing him it was another complex prank. You just hoped that you weren’t getting sent to another dimension again.

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drsecretantoldmeto  asked:

Hi! Could it be possible to get a part three for the car accident series? Pretty pretty please...?

Oh my gosh! All y’all are too fucking sweet! Also sorry this took forever and a day! Two jobs and no time to write is a bitch


The hospital is loud. Nurses bustle past all around Andrew, their shoes squeaking against the floor and their crass voices overlapping one another. Hospitals have always grated Andrew’s nerves. There’s something about the fakeness of them. The fake cleanliness that comes from too white walls and floors and that overpowering stench of bleach. The fake optimism that comes from too bright florescent lights. And the fake smiles doctors and nurses wear.

Andrew keeps pace with the stretcher as Neil is pushed down the hall, nurses rushing in to crowd around. One starts firing away questions at the paramedics, as another checks Neil’s eyes with a small flashlight. The third grabs onto Andrew’s arm, hauling him to a stop.

“I’m sorry, sir, but you’ll have to wait—”

Andrew wrenches his arm free, effectively cutting the nurse off who stares at him with a startled expression. A snarling threat is on the tip of Andrew’s tongue before his mind jars him back to what’s important. He whips back around only to find that Neil has disappeared behind the set of doors leading deeper into the hospital.

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If you’re struggling like I am - Ch. 27 (M)

Summary: You are hired as a makeup artist for BigHit working with BTS. You are older than all of them, yet, despite your best efforts, you find yourself slowing falling in love with the youngest member.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader, Jungkook X Noona

Genre: Angst, Fluff and Smut

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 2122 23 24 25 26 27 (final)

Chapter 27 - Today

You just want to make pancakes, but Jungkook has other plans…

Word Count: 2.5k (of 73k)

Warnings: a lot of smut and a fluffiness

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