another short little thing I wanted to get out today. for the purpose of this fic, Kol is dead but can be brought back. this is the first time klaus has his humanity off and let’s say he gets it back this quickly. fluff and slight angst, fyi.
(no gifs are mine!!)
“Niklaus Mikaelson, how many times do I have to tell you this?” You scream, running from the kitchen over to the living room and nearly bumping into Klaus.
“What is it with all the ruckus, love? What have I done now?” Klaus walks into the hallway, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
“What have you done?” You grab his hand and lead him to the kitchen while he clutches the towel.
“Love, if this towel falls, I won’t pick it up,” Klaus presses his face against your head and you pull away, pointing at the mess on the floor.
“Klaus what is this?” You let go of him and cross your arms over your chest.
“Oh, this,” he chuckles, unashamed by the sight before him. “Your little friends will wake up before you know it. Oh, and those others girls are still alive… I think.”
“You THINK?!” You rush over to said girls and press your fingers against their neck. “God damn it, Nik. They’re dead.”
“Oops?” He shrugs and grabs a bottle of water. “This no humanity deal is great.”
“Look, Niklaus. I know that this is the first time you’ve ever turned your humanity off, but you need to stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen! Please!” You sigh, looking at Klaus with furrowed brows.
“You know this is all your fault, right?” He raises his brows at you and you curse under your breath.
“Yes, I know, Nik, but–”
“No buts! I turned off my humanity because you left me. You turned your back on me when I needed you,” he shrugs and looks at you unapologetically.
“I didn’t have a choice!” You yell, walking over to the man you once loved. “I had to walk away from you. You practically placed Kol on his deathbed. If you can do that to your own flesh and blood, how do I know you wouldn’t do that to me? Kol was trying to make things right! HE DIED FOR YOU, FOR YOUR FAMILY! HE DIED FOR HOPE, NIKLAUS!”
“MY BROTHER WILL BE AVENGED!” Klaus throws the water bottle away, breaking a window in the process. “I will avenge my brother, you don’t have to worry about that.”
“You can’t avenge Kol this way. You can’t avenge him if all you do is throw dead people on my kitchen floor. Maybe you need to let me go to avenge Kol. You can plot your revenge on me afterwards, I don’t care Klaus,” you shrug, finally meeting Klaus’s golden specs. “Find a way to bring Kol back and make things right. And then you two can plot ways to get rid of me.”
“What did you just say?” Klaus whispers, eyes narrowed as he walks closer to you.
“I said bring Kol back and plot ways to get rid of me. I’ll work around your killer plans, pun intended,” you let out a light chuckle, unable to meet Klaus’s dark gaze.
“You think I’d kill you? That I’d let Kol kill you or that he’d let me? Are you out of your mind?” His voice is lower than before, sending chills down your spine.
“All I’m saying is I’d rather have that happen than you mope around like this. I’m sorry I left Klaus. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, but I’m not important right now. Kol is–”
“How can you say that?” Klaus curses under his breath and runs a hand down his face. “I love you, Y/N. That’s why I’m so hung up on you! That’s why it hurt me so much when you left. That’s why it hurts when you think I had a hand in Kol’s death. I would never kill my siblings. You know that.”
You stared at him, not knowing what to say or how to react after Klaus’s little confession. He tilts his head to face you, a sea of turmoil in his eyes.
“I love you,” he whispers again and you see the humanity switch turn back on, a sigh of relief leaving your lips. “Y/N, I’m so–I’m so sorry about the mess. I’ll clean it up, I prom–”
“Hey, hey,” you whisper and walk up to Klaus, gently cupping his face and forcing him to look into your eyes. “I’m so glad you’re back.”
“Really?” He whispers, an impish grin forming on his face.
“Really,” you chuckle and press your lips against his briefly. “I love you.”
dine and dash (stefan salvatore ft klaus mikaelson, part ii)
Plot: You and Stefan dated for a while in high school, but like most
high school relationships, college got in the way. You wanted to move
away and Stefan couldn’t find the strength to let go of his life and
home in Mystic Falls. So you two decided to break up. You left to college in Boston and Stefan stayed in
Mystic Falls. Now, almost six years later, you’re both invited to Bonnie
and Kol’s wedding. It’s the first time you two are seeing each other
since the break up. That’s not the case with some of your other friends, however.
Pairing: Stefan x Reader, Klaus x Reader, Matt x Rebekah, Kol x Bonnie, Damon x Elena, Caroline x Enzo, Elijah x Hayley (not mentioned in this chapter)
A/N: HI!!!! okay so just a heads-up that the italics are a flashback and purely smut. I thought I wanted the reader to end up with Stefan in this, but idk anymore. I will say, however, that you will see smut from both Nik and Stefan in this fic. Some flashbacks and some current. please let me know what you think!! (gifs aren’t mine!!)
As soon as Stefan walks away, you shake your head and pour yourself a glass of bourbon. You swirl the glass around, staring at it until you hear Elena and Caroline’s voices. You turn to face them, raising a glass as Caroline places her hands on her hips.
“Y/N! The clipboard,” she huffs, walking over to you with said clipboard in hand. “I’ve made hotel arrangements, I just need you to pick who you’ll be sharing a room with.”
“Let me guess, you’ve made me a list of all possible roommates, huh?” You grab the clipboard and Caroline nods, smiling.
“Ah, good,” you hear a deep British voice and look up to see Enzo walking over to you two. “Now that you’re here, Y/N, my girlfriend and I can spend sometime alone.”
“Hey to you too, ass,” you narrow your eyes at him as he smiles and wraps his arms tightly around you.
“You know I’m happy you’re here. And not just because Caroline can take a break now,” he pulls away and winks at you, intertwining his fingers with Care’s.
“Yeah, yeah. You two deserve some alone time. Caroline, go. I’ll figure things out here, I promise. Besides, I’m sure you’ve sent me at least a dozen emails containing proper instructions.” To prove your point and insure that Caroline doesn’t protest, you pull out your phone and show Caroline all 15 emails that you’d received in regards to the wedding.
“Thank you, Y/N,” Caroline sighs, shaking her head and smiling at you and Enzo. “I know you just got here, and I’m sorry. Thank you for doing this. I owe you!”
“Just remind me not to hire you as my wedding planner if the time ever rolls around,” you chuckle and push Caroline and Enzo away from the bar.
“I will be your wedding planner and you will get married and–oof okay fine we’re leaving!” She pulled Enzo into a bedroom and you smile, looking at the clipboard.
“Y/N!” Of course before you can get any work done, you’re already smothered in a hug by the one and only Damon Salvatore.
“Damon!” You try to move your arms so he could hug you, but he’s got a bone-crushing grip on you. “Please I am human do not break me.”
“Oh, crap! Sorry!” He quickly lets you go and you take a deep breath, pressing your hands against your ribs. “I’m just excited to see you! Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay, don’t worry,” you groan and stretch, cracking your neck as Damon gives you a wierd look. “Stop that, my neck was in a wierd position for like three hours! Airplane seats aren’t as comfy as you think.”
“How’s Massachusetts treating you?” You two start walking back to the bar and Damon wraps an arm around your shoulder.
“Undergrad was fun, more than one would think. Law School wasn’t bad either, to be honest. I finished the program a few months ago. How’ve things been here?” You grab your bourbon as Damon reaches around the bar to pour himself a glass.
“It’s been wierd. I’ve been alive for over a century, but I finally feel at home here and now,” he looks towards the living room and you follow his gaze: all your friends laughing and teasing one another while planning on of your weddings.
“I’ve missed this,” you whisper, eyes resting on Stefan’s figure for a second longer than necessary all the while hoping that Damon wouldn’t notice.
“What was that?” Damon, of course noticed.
“That was nostalgia, Damon. Hopefully the last of it,” you down your bourbon and look at the clipboard in your hand. “I’ve got a wedding to plan, so please–”
“Y/N!!!” You hear a pair of voices call out your name, music to your ears.
“Matt, Beks!!!!” You hold your arms out for your favorite couple, missing them more than you’d care to admit.
“We’ve missed you so much,” Matt, of course, wraps his arms around you first, squeezing you and kissing your head.
“We really have, things haven’t been the same,” Rebekah places her head against your chest as you wrap your arms around her shoulders.
“Aw I’ve missed you too, babies,” you kiss Rebekah’s head and Matt smiles at the two of you.
“My two favorite ladies! I’m so–”
“Excuse me, Donovan?” A very threatening whispers comes from behind Matt and you recognize the voice as the bride’s.
“Not including you, of course, Bon! Come on!” Matt stuttered as he tried to clear himself out of the hole he’d just dug. Meanwhile, Rebekah lets you go and you meet Bonnie’s eyes.
“Come on, he hasn’t seen me in years. I think it’s okay if he likes me a little more,” you laugh as Bonnie glares at you. “COME HERE!”
You and Bonnie quickly wrap your arms around one another, squeezing each other and whispering thank and ‘i love you’s.
“I can’t believe you’re getting married!” You squeal as Bonnie laughs, holding her hand out to show you the ring.
“Yeah, well, Kol is very–”
“Sexy? Handsome? Good at making love?” Kol steps in next to Bonnie, a cocky smirk on his face.
“I was actually gonna go with persistent, but sure baby,” Bonnie boops his nose. “Whatever makes you happy.”
You laugh and Kol hugs you from the side, pouting at Bonnie as she shakes her head, smiling.
“Bonnie’s being mean to me,” he sticks his tongue out at her and you shake your head.
“Are you sure it’s a good idea for you to get married to him, Bonnie? Child marriages are a terrible idea,” you whisper loudly, hand covering the side of your face that Kol could see. Everyone erupts in laughter and Kol groans.
“I forgot you two were best friends! You’re supposed to be on my side,” Kol gently nudges your shoulder and you smile up at him.
“I’ll always be on your side, loser. I’m glad you two are getting married!” You squeal and give him a tight hug, pulling away to smile at him and Bonnie. “So happy for you two!”
“We’re so glad you’re here,” Kol smiles at you and walks over to Bonnie, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her temple.
“I’m happy to be here. Now, you two have a cake testing in half an hour and I have to look over hotel arrangements and say hi to all the other losers,” you rub Bonnie’s shoulder as she smiles up at Kol. “Also, there’s no way you two lovebirds are going there alone. We’re on a tight schedule.”
“Y/N, we’ll be fine! We’re not teenagers, come on!”
“Sure you’re not, Kol. Tell your hormones that,” you brush him off and look around for a responsible adult. “Elijah! Stefan! Stefan’s girlfriend! Gather round.”
All three of them walk over to you with tired expressions, not that you care exactly.
“Alright, Bonnie and Kol have to go taste testing, but I don’t trust them alone simply because we’ve got a tight schedule that we have to follow if we want me to live. That being said, I need you three,” you point at Elijah, Stefan, and Stefan’s girlfriend individually. “I need you three to chaperone. Got it?”
“Um, sure. Who are you?” Stefan’s girlfriend speaks up and you turn to look at her.
“Your worst nightmare if anything goes wrong today. Your regular nightmare if you don’t fuck things up. Call me Y/N,” you give her a sweet smile as Damon, Matt, and Rebekah try not to laugh. “Now off you go, everyone!”
You shoo them away, Stefan’s face hardened after your interaction with his girlfriend.
“God, I’m so fucking glad you’re back,” Damon laughs as Matt and Rebekah agree .
“Matt, Beks, I need you to pick up Hayley and Hope, Marcel, Cami, Freya, and Davina from the airport.They should all arrive within 15/20 minutes of one another. The first one lands in half an hour, so get going!” You hand them a sheet with all arrival times, terminal and gate numbers, and hotel arrangements if needed.
“Perfect. See you guys!” Bekah and Matt grab everything and head out.
“So, anything for me to do?” Damon asks and you look at the crowd, only to find Kai and Alaric arguing rather animatedly about party treats while Elena tried to stop them.
“Yeah, you keep an eye on them. Make sure the idea for the party treats is figured out by tonight. We need decorations ready tonight, too. The color theme is yellow and egghsell white with hints of light green so please get me something by tonight,” you give Damon a look and he nods, finishing up his bourbon.
“One daddy coming right up,” he smirks and walks over to the group as you groan.
You place the clipboard on the bar and eye it, taking a look at everything that needed to be done tonight. Then taking a look at everyone’s hotel arrangements, the times, the baggage. You pour yourself another drink, hoping the jetlag doesn’t catch up with you.
“Need some help, love?” Klaus asks, sitting on the stool next to yours.
“I just need to relax, but I know that I can’t with this wedding coming up,” you swirl your cup and look over to Klaus.
“I can definitely help with that,” he whispers, letting his eyes rest on your lips, and you shake your head, trying not to think of that night.
“Klaus, come on,” you chuckle and look back at the clipboard, hoping he leaves it alone.
“I’m just trying to help, love,” he whispers, his fingers tilting your head to face him.
“Help me some other time,” you bring your lips closer to his and press them against the side of his mouth. He still for a moment as you turn back to the clipboard, trying your hardest not to think of that one night in particular with Klaus.
You’d spent plenty nights with him before. He was one of the few people from back home that you’d actively try to see, the only one who could take your mind off things. This time was different though, this time, he reached out to you. He wanted to see you, wanted you to help him forget. He said he’d surprise you one of these days.
Normally with you two, everything happened fast. A rush of teeth against flesh, nails raking down one another’s sides and back, a primal need to have the other succumb to your will.
That time in particular, Klaus tied you up. You two had never done this before, but you always wanted to try it with him.
“Does my baby girl have some rope?” Klaus cupped your face, gently tilting your head up.
“Y-yes, she does, sir,” you whispered and turned away, grabbing some rope from your closet.
“Good girl,” he whispered, brushing his nose against yours. “Now Sir needs you to strip yourself of everything but your panties and spread out on the bed, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” you turned away, blushing wildly as you obliged. You spread yourself out on the bed and his eyes ravaged you before the rest of him could. You shifted under his gaze, more aroused and more insecure by the second.
“Nuh-uh, love,” he tsked, shaking his head at you as he walked closer and removed his tie. “Sir loves looking at you. He loves seeing a slight tremor pass through you every time I rake my eyes up and down your beautiful body. He loves seeing your nipples perk up the longer they’re left unattended. He loves that beautiful pussy of yours, god that is breathtaking.”
You whimpered as Klaus stopped at the edge of the bed, lowering himself so that his nose was barely brushing against your clothed slit. You begin to move and before you can do so, Klaus raised his eyebrows at you and you stop immediately.
“If baby girl wants my mouth on her, she has to play by Sir’s rules. Okay?” He whispered, gently placing a finger against your panty-covered opening.
“Oh, y-yes si-sir,” you groaned softly and bit your lip as Klaus teased you.
“There’s my good girl,” he whispered, his tone huskier now as his eyes flash golden. “Sir is going to tie up your wrists, okay? The safeword will be watermelon.”
“Yes, sir,” you nodded, eager to have Klaus’s hands all over you. You’d thought about this for a while now.
“Hold your wrists out for Sir,” Klaus climbed on top of the bed and straddled your waist while you lifted your arms to him. He smiled and wrapped the rope around your wrists, eyes growing hungrier by the second. His eyes trailed up and down your body, clearly loving how you looked tied up. The longer he went without touching you, the more impatient you became.
“Are you going to touch me or are you just going to keep staring at me, huh?” Before you could think, the words spilled out of your mouth and you could feel the air around you still. You could feel the change in Klaus’s demeanor. He was never going to touch you now.
“What is one thing that Sir asks of you, the only thing that I ask of you?” He growled out, removing himself from on top of you.
“S-sir asks me to be patient and not speak until spoken to,” you whimpered and looked down, ashamed that you’d broken his one rule.
“And yet you do the exact opposite,” he glared at you, sitting at the edge of your bed and pulling you up towards him. “How many times do you think Sir should spank you for disobeying him?”
“F-five?” You whispered, still unable to look at him. You’d never gotten spanked more than five times.
“Wrong answer. I was thinking more along the lines of 10,” he breathed against your lips as you gasped, finally meeting his gaze. “I want you to count each one, okay?”
“Y-yes,” you couldn’t look up at him, you could barely speak without your voice breaking.
Klaus pulled you over his lap, gently rubbing your panty-covered ass.
“Sir really likes these panties,” he pressed his lips against your back before speaking again. “He would’ve loved to rip these off with his mouth.”
You wanted to beg him to touch you, to bite you, but you knew that would only make this situation worse. So you stayed quiet as Klaus continued to press soft kisses along your backside, once on each cheek and then moving lower.
“Sir loves your filthy little pussy, you know that?” His lips brushed against your lower set and you couldn’t help but whimper at even the slightest touch.
“You’ve been a bad girl. Sir won’t eat you out yet,” he nuzzled his cheek against your ass as his fingers made their way up your thighs and to your panties. “His fingers, however, will give you a wild orgasm. You’ll feel each slap even more after I finger-fuck your wet pussy.”
You couldn’t help but to groan at his words and at his hands. His fingers stayed outside your panties but the fabric somehow added friction with each touch. He held your hip with one hand while the other teased you. He pressed one slender finger against where he knew was your eager opening. You moaned loudly and he did it again, this time pushing the finger and the cloth deeper in you.
“Who knew having your panties on made you even more vulnerable?” Klaus growled as he used his thumb to tease your swollen clit. He leaned down to lick a small strip over your panties, from your opening to your clit. That way, the cloth was more flexible. He bent both it and me to his will. His thumb worked tirelessly against my clit as he brought forth another finger and quickly rammed it against my panties, the thickness of his fingers wrapped inside the cloth made me shake.
“Oh, that’s it. You’re getting closer, aren’t you?” He bit your thigh, careful not to sink his teeth into you.
His fingers swiftly removed the cloth and found their places against your pussy. His thumb was pressed against your clit, not moving and not letting you move. Meanwhile, his fingers quickly rammed in and out of you, your walls clenching around them as he grew merciless. You screamed his name, barely yelling out a warning as you came all over his fingers and your panties. He chuckled lowly, wiping his fingers against your panties and pulling them back up against you.
Before you can come down from your high, you feel Klaus’s palm make contact with your ass. Over and over and over. 10 times over to be exact. You knew because you counted. You knew because Klaus apologized and made you cum 10 times after that to prove his guilt. You, of course, didn’t mind the spanking, but you wouldn’t tell him that for a while.
“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” A hand waving in front of your face pulls you out of your rather embarrassing thoughts.
“Yes?” You clear your throat and turn to face Jeremy, completely ignoring Klaus’s rugged smirk to your side.
“First of all, I’m so fucking glad you’re back. These people are all crazy,” he pulls you into a hug and you laugh, realizing how much you’d miss this annoying kid.
“Second of all,” he pulls away and smiles widely at you. “Kai and I don’t know who we’re rooming with. I don’t think anyone else does either.”
“Oh, right. Well,” you clear your throat and grab the clipboard, flipping through the pages until you find one titled hotel arrangements. “It says here that are couples are rooming together; Bonnie and Kol will be staying in separate, larger suites; everyone else will get paired off and one lucky trio will get a larger room but will have to band together.”
Everyone nodded, seeing as it made sense thanks to Caroline.
“Now let’s see. It says here that the Saltzmans are all in one huge room. Elijah, Hayley, and Hope are in one room. Matt and Beks, Davina and Cami, Stefan and Ivy? So that’s her name, hm,” you shrug and continue reading the list to those present. “Damon and Elena. Caroline and Enzo. Tyler and Liv. Freya and Luke. Kai, Marcel, and Jeremy. And that leaves me with Klaus. Any questions?”
You look up to see the others have poured in as well: cake testing is over and Matt and Beks are back from the airport with all the folks.
“Yes,” Kai pipes up, looking rather concerned. “Does that trio room have three beds because I refuse to share one with dirty Jeremy over here.”
“No, Kai. You all have share one King bed. We’re making a porno,” you shake your head and Kai’s eyes grow wide. “I’m kidding Kai. Three separate Queen beds for three sassy queens. Any other questions?”
“Yes, why are you sharing a room with Klaus?” Stefan’s eyes meet yours and you do all you can not to walk over there and punch him.
“I didn’t want to be part of a lucky trio and Klaus is one of my best friends. Now, any questions that concern you?” You roll your eyes at him and Stefan shakes his head.
“Yes,” Ivy pipes up and by now you’re fuming. “Who are you, seriously?”
Summary - You’re dying to get your first tattoo but your anxiety has other plans. Could your new neighbor be the answer to all your problems?
Warnings - n/a, just adorable fluff, y’all should be used to that by now!
Word Count - 3483
Notes - Created for @bionic-buckyb AU writing challenge! Congrats on 5K Kait! I’ve got lots of thank yous to hand out: To @angryschnauzer for creating this amazing tattoo!Bucky moodboard for me, to @the-witching-hours12-3 for all of her help with my tattoo questions because I am clueless, to @dianelogan for always encouraging me and reading my stuff, to @bucky-plums-barnes for creating punk edits of Seb (links to originalsHERE and HERE) that I stumbled upon and happily used for inspiration, and to the slo-mo tattoo video from Smarter Every Day for helping me visualize some very important details.
“I don’t think I can do this…” No way were you gonna be able to hide the nervousness in your voice, especially not from your best friend.
“Come on, (Y/N). You’ve been talking about getting a tattoo for ages, now is the time! I promised you a birthday surprise and this is it. I’m paying for the tattoo AND I’m here for moral support, you can totally do this.” Nat was practically dragging you down the street as you began to feel more and more anxious about what was about to happen.
Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on
a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Word Count: 2605
Warnings: angst, self-loathing feelings,
bad date, Bucky is kind of a jerk, swearing.
A/N: I’m not exactly happy with it, but I
just couldn’t stare at the screen anymore. Thank you @imhereforbvcky for your kind offer to help, giving me some of
your time and teaching me so much about writing with just a few notes. You’re
English is not my first language, so you’ll
find grammar mistakes and nonsenses. Sorry!
“Are you sure is
not too soon for both of us?” you apprehensively asked your best friend through
the phone. “I mean, I broke up with Jeff just, what… three months ago and he,
on the other hand, well, he’s Bucky Barnes…I really wouldn’t like to become an
additional problem for him, since he already has his fair share of issues” you
tried to debate with your fellow SHIELD agent.
are already too long Y/N, it’s past time for you to move on, and when it comes
to Bucky, he’s a really sweet guy once you get to know him, you’re gonna love
the man, and he’s gonna love you too, trust me,” the strong-minded woman argued
on the other side of the line.
“Ok…” you sighed
with resignation, knowing there’s no win with Sharon Carter once she’d put
something on her mind “I guess you have a point, I’ll be there”.
Lying on their
shared bed, arms crossed behind his head, Steve observed his girlfriend sitting
by the desk talking to you on the phone. When she hung up with a satisfied
smile he knew she’d got what she wanted.
“I hope you know
what you’re doing,” the Avenger told her with furrowed eyebrows while she was
making herself comfortable again beside him laying one arm over his chest.
“Of course I do,
they are great for each other.” She responded with the smug confidence that
Steve so well knew and loved about her.
“I just don’t
think Bucky is ready Shar, and wasn’t it Y/N that recently got out of a
terrible relationship?” He tried to ponder with her.
“Steve, honey, I
know you worry a lot about Bucky, and you have your reasons, I get it. Yet,
he’s been among us for over a year now.
He’s doing so great working with the Avengers. I understand he’s still
have some social skills matters to work on, but he’s been doing progress with
therapy.” She tried to prove her point.
Steve looked down at his girlfriend “What
about the Natasha situation?”
reason. That ain’t gonna happen, not now, not never, she’s a different person
than she was before and is head over heels for another man. Bucky has got to
let go of this obsession with their past.” The blonde woman snorted her
disapproval and continued. “He hasn’t been to a proper date yet, don’t you
think there’s something missing? He needs someone good in his life, not just
those meaningless shallow one-night stands he’s been going on.”
Steve opened his
mouth to respond, but Sharon kept talking, circling her hand on his chest in a
reassuring way “And as for Y/N, yes, she’s been in a horrible relationship, but
she’s managed to put an end on it and
deserves a second chance too. They are a good match, I have a feeling.”
“I still don’t know baby, are you really
sticking with this?” The soldier insisted.
sometimes even if the whole world is telling you to move, it is your duty to
interrupted her, rolling his eyes “Ok ok ok, you don’t have to use the “you
move” speech.” Giving her the giggles, he chuckled and put a kiss on the top of
her head “I just hope you’re right on this one.”
“I am.” She
concluded nuzzling into her boyfriend chest.
“Here it is,
Miss,” you smiled at the waiter when he placed your second drink of the night
on the table. You took another glance at the clock on the restaurant wall, 30 minutes…
believe that you were going to be stood up on your first date after your break
up with Jeff. So much for being open to
new possibilities. At first you were
reluctant to go along with Sharon’s idea, but then you started to think that
she could be right. You had to move on from you self-pitying state and the
sooner the better.
the crappy last two years started playing in your mind. You had met Jeff at one
of the CIA`s divisions in Europe, when you and Sharon started working there
after the fall of SHIELD. You didn’t
know then, but he was the man that would break you into a million tiny
self-hating pieces. Without once laying a finger on you he had the power to,
with a word or just a look, make you feel unworthy, tiny, unlovable. There was
always something that wasn’t good enough for him: your clothes weren’t that
fashionable, your looks could be better, your hair should be longer and there
was always someone than you in any given
aspect. That was your daily life with the man you started to believe you were
lucky to have as partner and that loved you in spite of all of those flaws.
realized you were getting stuck in a vicious cycle of self-loathing when your
friends, specially Sharon, practically punched some sense into you.
The break up
didn’t happen on good terms, so you were glad in accepting SHIELD’s insistent
offer to assume your position back after they were reactivated and rejoined
forces with the Avengers. You moved countries and focused exclusively on work.
Your fall to an
abyss of sad memories was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their
throat next to you. When you looked up, you weren’t expecting to see an ocean
of blue eyes staring down at you with a questioning look.
“Oh h-hi, sorry
I didn’t see you here” You stood up and, God knows why, leaned to greet him
with a kiss on the cheek, only to be stopped with a preventative handshake.
Blame it on your European times.
“Hi you must be
Y/N, my name is Bucky.” He introduced himself and the soft rusky tone of his
voice was the most alluring you had ever heard.
Like in a trance
you practically moaned, “I know everything about you Bucky.” Listening to your
own words and checking the startled expression on his face as he let go of your
hand, you tried to correct yourself. “I-I mean, n-not everything, course not,
you’re Bucky Barnes, Steve and Sharon’s friend, t-that’s what I know.” He
raised one eyebrow and took his seat in front of yours.
What was the
matter with you? You had met the guy for five seconds and suddenly became a
stuttering mess? You took in his appearance and concluded that, even though you
had seen pictures of him before (most of them with his Winter Soldier mask,
since the media still craved for his troublesome past) you certainly weren’t
ready for the real deal. He was absolutely gorgeous.
But that fact
and the outrageously sexy low bun that was holding his brow locks didn’t stop
you from realizing he hadn’t apologized for being 40 minutes late.
“How was the
traffic, too crazy?” You questioned to give him the opportunity to redeem
“No, not really”
he responded nonchalantly, taking a look around the Indian place you had
chosen. “Have you ordered anything yet?”
“Oh, I haven’t,
I was waiting for you.”
“I hate Indian
food, but go ahead, make your order.” He turned to the waiter already standing
next to him and asked for a drink.
sorry, this is my favorite place, that’s is why I picked it, I didn’t know… we
can go… somewhere else…” You were so flustered that you could feel your whole
body burning, starting in your cheeks that probably were showing a deep shade
of pink now.
“No, no, don’t
worry Doll, I’m a drink kind of guy anyway… So tell me, how long have you been
friends with Sharon?”
The use of the
nickname and the whole embarrassing events so far got you rambling non-stop.
You never ordered your food and kept talking about your childhood, your job,
Donald Trump, the lack of male nudity on Game of Thrones… Every single
thought that came across your mind was spilled at an impassive Bucky.
When your mouth
went dry of talking and not a word had come out of Bucky’s plump lips you
excused yourself to the toilet, taking your purse with you.
Inside the small
room, you took a deep breath and, while staring at the mirror to retouch your
lipstick, you wondered when everything had started to go to shit. Maybe you weren’t ready after all…
towards the table, you decided to give it another try, start over and maybe
have a pleasant rest of night with your date. You glimpsed Bucky by his back
talking on his cellphone and the sound of your name made you stop close enough
to overhear the conversation.
“What can I tell
you Steve? Jesus, she won’t stop talking… And I don’t understand half of the
things she’s saying. I can’t see why you and Sharon insisted on this dating
thing… Besides, you were wrong… Not for a minute I was able to get Natasha
out of my head… Y/N’s got nothing on her, she is not slightly as amazing as
You felt your
stomach drop to the floor and your heart sank. Bucky kept talking, but there
was a buzz in your ears, loud enough to drown out every other sound around you.
The restaurant and everything else transformed into a very familiar scenario.
It was like Jeff was by your side all over again and his unwanted voice in your
mind was reminding you of how distasteful, insignificant and unlovable you
were. Your hands started shaking and tears were forming in your eyes, that was
the signal you needed to turn around and leave as fast as you could. No
goodbyes. You never wanted to see Bucky Barnes in your life again.
When you got to
your bedroom after the longest cab ride in your life, your attention was caught
by the pathetic form in front of the mirror on your wall. You knew that the
woman he was comparing you with was THE Natasha Romanoff, the sexiest spy alive
whose seductiveness haunted you poor hard worker mortals who were trying to
make a living in the secret agent’s business. How could he even make the
comparison when clearly there was none. You were average, tops. Flat where you
should be curvy and curvy where you should be flat.
think that you’d be able to beat you lousy sex-appeal by a dashing interesting
personality, but this someone would be wrong. If you had doubts about it, the
last few moments with Bucky had dismissed them all, he was pretty clear about
how unpleasant your company had been… Not
slightly as amazing…
Knowing that you
were going down a road too familiar for your taste, you attempted to dismiss
all those self-hatred thoughts off of your mind by trying to get some sleep,
hoping to dream a sweet dream that would make you forget all about that night.
So you took off the dress you’d bought for the occasion and left it on the
floor, found some energy in you to remove the full face makeup and brushed your
teeth before diving into your bed, putting on some pjs was too much to ask of
you at that moment.
Your alarm rang
and it felt like it had been 5 minutes since you finally conquered slumber. You
groaned at the sound and the prospect of getting up to face the day ahead. Your
half-asleep mind immediately drifted to the night before. Something you were so
desperately trying to keep dormant inside you had awakened. The wounds on your
self-esteem were too fresh and those words had hit them like a punch.
desire to keep drowned in your fort of blankets, you couldn’t skip work. You had a meeting
with The Man himself, Nick Fury. You had no idea what it would be about, you
were warned by his secretary the day before.
You shook away
your thoughts about the date with Bucky and got off the bed. You had much more important things to worry
about and focus on. At least you wouldn’t have to see him again, as the
SHIELD’S operating base wasn’t located at the Avengers’ Tower.
Not much time
passed before you were ready to go to work, after all it wasn’t that hard to
choose an outfit from a wardrobe of grey suits. On your commute to SHIELD’s
headquarters you remembered to take a look on your phone. 5 missed calls from
Sharon. …he’s a really sweet guy once you
get to know him, you’re gonna love the man … You mimic her voice in your
head and memorized an entire speech of curses to deliver to the blonde for when
you meet her again.
Once inside the
building you already felt a little better. Work was your whole life, especially
now, you loved what you did and felt appreciated and wanted there. You went
straight to the big boss’s office, feeling nervous about whatever the infamous
Nicky Fury wanted to talk to you.
“Hi Y/N, how are
you today?” Maria Hill greeted you, putting an arm around your shoulder,
guiding you to the adjacent room of the large office.
“Hi Maria, a
little anxious for whatever this means, any clues?” she gave you a squeeze on
your shoulder and smiled at you, but another voice responded:
you’re here because I have a proposition for you.” It was the SHIELD’S
director, using his well-known straightforward style.
“Tony Stark has
contacted me and asked for the name, and I quote, of the most badass spy I
could provide him.” Having an idea of where that conversation was heading, but
not allowing yourself to fully believe it, you kept a dumbfounded stare at your
boss in front of you, waiting for the outcome.
“So, Miss Y/L/N,
how would you fancy a position on the Avengers’ team?” The weakness in your
knees and the sweat leaking out of your pores must had been pretty evident,
since Maria Hill placed her hand on the low of your back, in a support attempt.
“Oh my God sir,
it’s such an honor…” your tremulous voice was interrupted by Fury, clearly in a
being transferred today to the Avengers compound, Maria will help you with
paperwork and everything else that will be necessary for your relocation…” He talked in a monotone, gathering some
papers on the desk he was standing by, apparently oblivious by the rush of
adrenaline that was swelling down your whole body. Suddenly Maria’s support didn’t seem enough to prevent
you from falling, so you gripped one hand on the desk chair in front of you,
biting your lower lip so you wouldn’t let out the scream taking place in your
mind. You had never thought something like that would happen, but now that it
was a reality you felt like you had dreamed about it your whole life.
through evaluations and training for some time and then it will be decided if
you really have what it takes to be an Avenger…” I’m going to be a fucking Avenger, bitch. You were trying to maintain
some posture and conceal your excitement by listening carefully to the
instructions that would change your life.
“Your main tutor
for the starting process will give you the guidelines and other details, he’s
most likely now waiting for you at the compound. You’ve already had the chance
to meet Sgt. James Barnes, haven’t you?”
And just like
that you went straight to the floor from cloud 9. FUCK.
You walked off toward the row of X-Wings and immediately your eyes set on the handsome pilot and his droid. A smile pulled at your lips as you watched Poe Dameron kneel beside BB-8, the man loved that droid and it was the purest thing you’ve ever witnessed. Slowly approaching the two, Poe’s gaze caught sight of your figure and he stood up in a rush.
“Thank the galaxy,” he let out a sigh of relief and pulled you into a hug, swinging you around in his arms and gently placing you down. “I didn’t hear back from your fleet. I’m so glad you made it.”
You slipped a hand around his neck and touched his face with the other. “ Our communications were down, we just got back.”
He smiled brightly and wasted no time pressing his lips against yours. You groaned into his mouth and tugged at his dark locks. Poe slowly kissed you once more before pulling away. “When this is all over-”
“-let’s find a green planet to vacation on. Just a few days, just you and I, Poe.”
He placed another soft kiss on your lips and nodded ecstatically. “Just you and I.”
A beeping broke the kiss and Poe laughed as he looked down to his droid. “Don’t worry BB-8, of course you’ll come along.”
If there’s anything Bellamy has learnt in all his years of life, it’s that the more alcohol someone puts into his friends, the more ridiculous the texts they send him are.
For example, one time Miller messaged him at half one in the morning asking him if he knew where he could find breadfruit because it was ‘super important’. Another time Murphy sent him the entire Bee movie script, which resulted in his number being blocked for at least a month.
Honestly, those aren’t even the worst of it.
Tonight, he’s decided to stay home, so he’s expecting the usual barrage of texts, as well as a slurred phone call around 1am from someone asking if they can either crash on his couch, or for a drop home.
Sometime after nine, his phone buzzes, and he’s halfway through getting ready to tell Octavia that no, he can’t spare a few hours to come hang when he has a veritable mountain of grading to trudge through, but stops short when he sees that it’s Clarke.
[9:24pm] Clarke: are giving blowjobs like riding a bike???
[9:24pm] Clarke: as in, you never forget how to do it no matter how long it’s been??
His phone doesn’t quite slip out of his hand when he reads it, but comes startlingly close to, and he finds himself fumbling to keep it within his grip, accidentally opening his camera in the process. Meanwhile, the pen cap he was gnawing on while marking essays falls out of his mouth.
The text is still there by the time he rights himself and gets back to his messages, and he fucking pinches himself to make sure he’s not dreaming.
Finally, he manages to gather his bearings long enough to type back,
[9:28pm] Bellamy: How the fuck am I supposed to know???
He’s still staring dumbfounded at his phone, trying to wrap his around all of this, by the time she replies, sending several texts in quick succession.
[9:30pm] Clarke: because you’re the only other mga person in our friend group
[9:30pm] Clarke: well, besides raven, but she only ever dated guys before luna and idk luna that well to ask her about this
[9:30pm] Clarke: but you’ve only hooked up with girls for a while before hooking up with a guy right?
What Dad Doesn’t Know Won’t Hurt Him [Daryl Dixon x Reader]
Word Count: 3,154 (why can I not write short one-shots anymore? why am I incapable? help me)
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Request: Could I request a smut where you’re Ricks Daughter and Daryl’s like really stressed so you give him a massage and one thing leads to another and you end up making out and trying to go further but get caught?
Warnings: Language, mentions of scars, fluff, smut, embarrassment
*gif not mine*
You watch out the window of your house excitedly as you see the familiar white truck pull into the main gates of Alexandria, a weight lifted off your chest when you see that everyone arrived back home safely. Daryl, in particular.
Your dad Rick, Michonne, Daryl, and Abraham had all gone out on a run a few days ago, promising that they’d be back within a day. They never returned that night, and you were scared out of your mind that something had happened to them. But seeing them now, all back and alive, you feel ten times better. Your dad is home. Daryl is home.
Yours and Daryl’s relationship is nothing less than complicated. Because you were only a teenager when you two had met, and also since you were Rick’s daughter, he tended to avoid you for the first few years of being around him. You two would only speak whenever it came down to who’s job was what during the run. But after the Governor blew up the prison, and you, Beth, and Daryl had escaped together, yours and his relationship changed immensely. Your friendship bloomed, and ever since then, you’ve managed to remain just as close friends.
Whether you feel more for them that just platonic feelings, though, is questionable. You’re not so sure yourself. On one hand, you two tend to do things that people in relationships would typically do. You would hold hands every once in a while, which was a thing that started back before Terminus, when you two were stuck together. It was a coping mechanism that helped the both of you tremendously- both of you felt like you had someone. Other things, such as the kissing on the cheek and the hugs only started once you had arrived in Alexandria. It took Daryl so long to get used to someone’s physical touch, that when you had started, he became standoffish and awkward. The more you two spent time together, though, the more comfortable he had become with you, and it puts you where you are today.
Note: yay, I hope you like this! I know it’s short and I hope that’s okay! thanks for the request! feedback is welcome .c
Request: Hi, um, can you maybe write a fluffy story about the reader who gets into a not serious car accident, like she doesn’t have to go to the hospital. But the car is totaled, and they call Bucky in a panic and he calms her down and it’s just really fluffy and cute and that would be great you’re great. - @ofmiceandmusicsworld
So maybe not trusting your gun instinct to take the shorter way to the tower wasn’t the best idea. But since when do you ever have a good idea? You wanted to see more of the city, so taking the longer way gave you that spark of adventure. Now, anyone who knows how to drive should know not to use their cellphone.
You followed that rule strictly, but it seems that some people don’t.
You were cruising down the almost empty road, making sure you only took quick glances at the scenery around you. Your fingers were lightly tapping against the wheel along to the song on your radio. A small smile was plastered on your face and you couldn’t feel calmer than you were right now.
That is until you saw a blue car driving down the opposite side of the road, halfway into your lane. You gasped and tried to swerve to the curb, but they sped up just a tad. A scream fell from your lips when you couldn’t move out of the way in time.
“NO NO! What the hell are you doing!” You yelled, coming to stop just to have the blue car crash into the front of yours. “FUCK!” You screamed, your body jerking forward and the airbag blowing out to shield your face from smacking into your wheel.
After the airbag deflated, you sat in your seat, watching your car and the other blowing smoke from the hoods. Your heart was racing and your hands started trembling. “Oh my God.” You squealed, leaning up closer to see the damage through your windshield. “Holy shit!” You spat, shakily unbuckling your seat belt and opening your door.
You watched a girl get out of her car and gasp as she looked at the two cars. “I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention!” She yelled as she saw you coming around to the front. Tears filled your eyes and you ignored the girls apology and poor excuse. “Call 911! This is your fault, you can explain!” You yelled, feeling your knees grow weak.
Grabbing your phone from your front denim jacket pocket, you speed dialed Bucky’s number. Your emotions and adrenaline were going crazy; even the realization that the accident could’ve been worse was all too real for you and you couldn’t hold it together.
“Y/N, hey!” Bucky answered on the second ring. “B-Bucky!” You sobbed, turning to look at the cars again. Bucky was alert now, listening to you. “Y/N, what happened!? Are you okay?’ He asked, his breathing almost matching yours. “I-I- some IDIOT crashed into me! My car-it’s-” You rambled out, your breaths coming out heavy and deep.
“Doll, I need you to calm down. Are you hurt? Where are you? Never mind, don’t answer. I have your location tracked on my phone. Stay there.” Bucky rushed, the sound of his car starting in the background.
You let out a sob and held your forehead, feeling a little lightheaded. “I’m fine, I just-I’m scared.” You choked, sighing heavily. You looked at the other girl and she looked just as shaken up as you. “Y/N, I can hear you breathing. You need to calm down, can you do that for me?” Bucky asked gently.
Nodding your head, you tried to control your breathing. “That’s it,” Bucky encouraged you, “Y/N, I promise you’re okay.” Bucky soothed you as you continued breathing in and out slowly.
You heard sirens approaching and your heart started racing again. “Bu-Bucky, I have to handle this. I’m okay, just please hurry.” You whimpered, holding your hand to your chest. You could feel your heart hammering against your chest.
After hanging up with Bucky, you saw an officer come over to you, his hands on his belt. “Ma'am, oh my-you’re from the Avengers!” He yelled, pointing at you. In any other situation, you would’ve smiled. But this was unprofessional. “Sorry, ma'am, I-I need to get some information from you.” He said, clearing his throat.
Twenty very slow minutes passed and you were softly crying again. Because of that girls dumb choices and pea-sized brain, your poor baby, your dream car, your well taken care of and not at all fitting to your expensive living compound car, your beautiful bright and shiny yellow Volkswagen Beetle, was being totaled. All because that little bitch couldn’t keep her hands off of her damn phone.
You were a breathless, hysteric mess again. Your heart was racing and you couldn’t even remember crashing now that you think about it. Your eyes were watery and your hands were trembling. The frantic looking girl ran over to you and gasped. “I am so sorry! Really, I am!” She said, her own breath short and labored.
“It’s alright, just please.” You held your hand up to her and shook your head, needing some more time to register everything. Bucky’s car came to a stop and he took a moment to look at the mess, his heart sinking as he looked at your distressed figure. Hearing a door shutting, you turned to see Bucky and gasped, immediately running towards him.
The road was blocked off, so you met him halfway. Bucky’s arms embraced you tightly, his metal hand cradling your head. “Are you okay?” He asked as he pulled you away to check for any injuries.
Bucky’s eyes were on yours again and you nodded gently. “I-I’m fine. The officer said she was texting and driving.” You said, rolling your eyes. Bucky looked over at the girl and his lips pressed together, his jaw clenched. “People are fucking reckless these days.” Bucky spat, his metal hand wrapping around your waist.
You sighed and shrugged your shoulders. “I can’t believe it totaled your car, Doll. But I’m so happy you’re not hurt.” Bucky said sadly, looking down at you. His hands moved to hold your face, his thumbs wiping away your tears. “I know, me too.” You whispered softly.
You sighed, leaning into Bucky. His arms held you close. “Let’s get you home.” Bucky said, kissing the top of your head. Your turned around and watched a car pick up the girl and the truck had left with the both of your cars on the back of it.
Another sigh fell from your lips and Bucky helped you into the passenger seat of his car. He got in his side and pulled away, taking you to the tower. You were still shaken up and you wanted to cuddle and watch movies. You’d have to worry about your car later.
Bucky held you close, you were in his lap and his hands were caressing your back and exposed leg. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” He whispered against your head. You turned to look at him, the movie becoming background noise as you watched Bucky’s eyes. You gave him a small smile. “I just hate that my car is messed up.” You frowned, a sigh falling from your lips.
A chuckle escaped Bucky and he shook his head. “I swear, you love that car more than you love me!” Bucky said with a smile, moving a strand of your hair behind your ear. “That’s not true!” You whined, hiding your face in Bucky’s neck. He chuckled again. “Definitely not as much as I love you.” You whispered, planting a small kiss on his pulse point.
Bucky smiled and pulled you away from him, leaning in to press his lips to yours. Your eyes fluttered closed, your hand reaching up to cup Bucky’s cheek. He pulled away with a smile and you giggled softly.
A few minutes passed and you sighed again, mindlessly playing with Bucky’s metal fingers. “Remember all the good times we had in my car?” You asked, watching Bucky roll his eyes. “Doll, we’re getting it back soon. Stop talking about it and kiss me some more.” Bucky chuckled, tackling you onto the couch, your back on the cushions.
You laughed and held him close, letting him hover above you. “Okay, okay. Come here, you.” You smiled, pulling him down by the collar of his shirt, pressing your lips to his.
Note: I’m sorry if this sucks, omg. I hope you like it, sweetie! .c