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Imagine being in a relationship with Chris.

A/N: Take this as a sequel to ‘Imagine falling in-love with Chris’. Also this was inspired by Taylor Swift’s ‘Ours’, which was a request from @lapetitsyrene quite a while ago. So here it is, Jet. (Finally, right? 😂) Enjoy! ❤️  

Monday mornings were perpetually bad, especially after exceptional Sundays with Chris. It’d been a year since you officially became a couple and things between the two of you were still as good as it’d been on your first, second, and third dates. The flames of romance and passion were effulgent; the level of strength of your relationship described as incandescent. The longer you thought about Chris, the wider your smile became. There were a few reasons as to why he was on your mind: one) you were that knee-deep in-love with the man; two) you were using your Minnie Mouse travel mug, to which he had a matching Mickey Mouse one; three) you were drinking the coconut chai tea McKenna Grace recommended to him which he then recommended to you. You didn’t know when it happened, but you’d become a half of one of those co-dependent couples whose lives were intertwined to the point where you couldn’t even be in an elevator with strangers without imagining what it’d be like with Chris there.

The silence was deafening in the elevator; you were the only one not in a suit of some kind possessed with a vacant stare. You thought about what Chris would say if he were stuck in that uncomfortable elevator with you and stifled your giggle by biting down on the rim of your travel mug. It was an accurate assumption of his that your job, though taxing, was better than “being stuck in an office doing that nine-to-five thing like a ritual.” Perhaps it did occasionally take away the excitement of going to a new place, but at least you were going to a new place. You had opportunities to take in the fresh ocean breeze while swaying with the palm trees, and you’d rather do that than breathe a stale air in a stuffy office standing still next to a water cooler. You still had to drop in at your publisher’s office every now and again, but you already had it better than most people both professionally and romantically.

You had to admit though it was hard to enjoy your romantic privileges sometimes. You were dating Chris Evans, an A-Lister who many thought you didn’t deserve. In your field, your success and stature would’ve been on par with Chris’ in his. You were highly successful and thoroughly respected, even renowned enough to be invited to certain A-List events. Yet in the eyes of his fans and the Hollywood media, you were still a nobody. You were reminded of that every time you walked by the magazines in a bookstore, or a grocery shop. You’d see the headlines: “Chris Evans dating out of his comfort zone, a travel journalist?”, “Chris Evans’ new girlfriend spotted with another man!”, “Chris Evans attends the People’s Choice awards alone, was it out of Y/N Y/L/N’s league?” It was frustrating to have a relationship feel like it was on trial, and this was a relationship with an actor who stayed out of the limelight as much as possible. What would it have been like for the others? You could never just be, there was always someone lurking, waiting for a mistake to be made so they could make their case to a jury of people who had nothing better to do. It wasn’t always easy, but you and Chris made it work. No matter the verdict, the choice was clear: it was you and him against the world.

You were fortunate in other areas, like how Chris wasn’t the kind of guy who had bad breakups. You had to admit when you first agreed to go out with him, you were a little worried about being dragged into an encounter with one of his star-studded exes. But so far, so good. All those rumors and warnings about how the ghosts from his past were waiting to jump out at your with their lipgloss smiles did nothing but amuse you now. The love was yours, it wasn’t for anyone to speculate. If there was doubt, the two of you would sit and talk. The relationship was important to the both of you, important to the point that you even ignored your father’s snide comments about his tattoos. But Chris knew your father liked him despite that, so he said nothing either. It was fairly obvious how much your parents adored Chris, just like it was how much his parents loved you. Things were going to last with him, there was no doubt there.

Chris pushed himself off his car when you walked out of your apartment building. He smiled as soon as he caught you in his sights. “Good morning, beautiful.” He called then laughed at your shocked expression. You had no expectation to see him today as Mondays were usually chock-blocked with work meetings for both of you. “Hi,” one of his eyebrow quirked along with the corners of his mouth as he pulled you in for a kiss. Your arms immediately made their way around his neck  and you pulled your body flushed against his. “How are you?” He whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

“Wondering if I can still breathe after that kiss,” you responded then giggled when he smiled. “What are you doing here?” You asked, pulling away from him. “I thought you said you had a meeting today, shouldn’t you be halfway there?”

He glanced at his watch before answering, “three quarters of the way there, but I had to come see you first.” You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from squealing at how adorable he was. “I wanted to ask you to join me for dinner tonight at the Van Heusen Steakhouse, seven-thirty if you don’t already have plans.”

“You couldn’t just text me?”

“I could, but I couldn’t do this…” He trailed off, dipping his head to meet your lips again. “And I’d give anything to do that,” he winked as he pulled away. You giggled and playfully shoved him, making him laugh. “So dinner, can I come pick you up at seven-thirty?” You nodded. “Awesome, there’s something really important that I need to ask you tonight.” You felt your heart skip a beat at that, then completely stop when he admitted “I’m actually kind of nervous” with a soft chuckle.

“Did you freak all your other girlfriends out too, or am I the exception?”

“What do you mean?” His innocence made you scowl. “What?” He laughed. “What did I say, Y/N?”

“You can’t just ask me to a fancy dinner, tell me there’s something really important that you need to ask me tonight, and leave it at that.” You bit and he laughed when he realized what his choice of words must have insinuated. “I love you, Chris, but I don’t think we’re ready to-”

“I’m not going to propose,” he cut you off, chuckling. You let out an audible sigh of relief and it was his turn to scowl, “okay, don’t sound so relieved.” His smile returned when you giggled. “I’m a romantic, I’m not an eccentric. We’re not even living together yet, you really think I’ll propose before we take that step? What if you’re a pain in the ass to live with?” He joked and you scoffed with a smile. “What if you talk during my football games, or force me to do the dishes immediately?” Another scoff escaped because you did do that; he laughed because he was obviously joking. “I can’t live with that for the rest of my life.”

“You know what, jackass,” you slapped his arm, “even if you did propose I’d say no.” He pouted, giving you signature puppy dog eyes as he grabbed you by your waist. “Get off me,” you laughed and playfully pushed him back when he tried to hug you. “Chris!” You shrieked with laughter when he lifted you off the ground, crushing you in a tight encasement created by his strong arms. “People are watching,” you giggled, “put me down.”

“I love you, baby.” He smacked a loud, scruffy kiss on your cheek before planting you back down on your feet. “Do you want me to drive you to work?” He asked as he released you. “I’m already late, I might as well be a good boyfriend while I’m at it. C’mon,” he took your hand and started to pull you towards his car.

“Can you be a good boyfriend and tell me what that really important thing you have to ask me tonight is?” You asked with a wince; the hope that laced your voice was not present in the next sentence after he shook his head. “Chris, come on. Have mercy, you know I’m just going to fixate on it until I see you tonight. Do you really want me distracted all day? I have meetings today, I can’t afford to be distracted.”

“But you’re so cute when you’re distracted.”

“Chris,” you tried not to laugh while you were being terse, but you failed.

“Why are you always so impatient?” He turned around, smiling. “Do you know how many surprises you’ve ruined because of your impatience?” He rhetorically quizzed and you scoffed; he smiled because he knew what you were going to say in defense.

“Are you serious? I could ask you the same thing,” you bit back playfully. “You’re the one who always hints he has a surprise for me. I wouldn’t even know if you didn’t say anything, but no, you always have to open your big mouth. So if we are really looking for someone to blame for my ruined surprises, shouldn’t it be you?”

“Okay, fine.” He rolled his eyes dramatically and you laughed. “You really want to spoil the surprise for yourself, fine.” He dug into his back pocket and pulled out a classic Disney Castle keychain with a single key. “Here,” he held it up in front of your confused face. You didn’t get it, you already had a key to his place just like he had one to yours.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve already got a key to your house.”

“You have a spare key to my house, yes, but this is your key to my house.”

“What are you talking about?” You laughed and he sighed with a smile. “It’s a key, it doesn’t-”

“I’m trying to ask you to move in with me, idiot,” he cut you off, chuckling. “The key was symbolic, okay? I know you already have a key and it works and it doesn’t matter if I call it a spare key or your key. I’m trying to ask you to move in with me.” You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh at his semi-rant. “God, I’m glad I’m doing this now. If I did this at dinner, I’d be too worked up to eat.” He joked then laughed when you did. “Will you please move in with me?” He wiggled the key in your face, a hopeful smile on his lips.

“Of course I will,” you swiped the keychain from his hand then wrapped your arms around his neck. He smiled and rested both hands on your waist before rewarding you with another tender kiss. “Just out of curiosity,” you began when he broke the kiss, “does this mean we’re on the path to getting married?”

“I’d answer that, but I don’t want to ruin any more surprises for you.”

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Part 13

You slowly opened your eyes, trying to adapt your eyes to your surroundings. Your vision cleared up so you looked around the room, realizing you’re still in the Salvatore house. You fell asleep on the couch last night and Stefan didn’t want to wake you up, so he covered you up with a blanket. After a long time, you looked peaceful and happy even in your sleep. There was a fire place in front of you, fire still slowly smouldering. You sat up on the couch, folding the blanket neatly and putting it beside you on the couch. You rubbed your eyes gently and yawned as you got up and headed to the kitchen. You were just about to enter the kitchen when you heard voices. You used your vampire hearing, concentrating on the voice to hear better what they were saying.

‘Where did you get the idea, Bonnie?’ You heard Stefan ask Bonnie. What was he talking about?

'Look I thought it was the best thing to do, she deserves better’

'Yeah, but compelling her to forget about Kai, he was her boyfriend, Bonnie. You can’t just delete someone from their lives like that. It’s not fair.’ Stefan stated. You weren’t sure if he was talking about you or someone else, but according to what he just said, it might’ve been you he was talking about. He did ask you the night before about a guy named Kai, you assumed that’s what they were talking about.

'Look, I did what I had to. It’s not like she’s gonna see him again. She’s happy now, she even did something that you didn’t expect right?’

'Yeah it was fun, watching movies and spend a day without having to worry about everything.’ Stefan said, making your eyes go wide. They were talking about you and apparently you were compelled to forget about him. Even though you didn’t know who Kai was, you surely didn’t like the idea of someone deleting your memories. You walked into the kitchen, seeing Bonnie and Stefan both shooting a glance towards you, pretending like nothing happened.

'Hey, everything ok?’ You asked as you sat down on the stool, taking a chocolate covered strawberry.

'Yeah… everything is just fine.’ Bonnie hesitated, swallowing hard. It was so obvious she was nervous and it seemed like she was scared of what you were going to do. She kinda assumed you heard what they were talking about and she knew if you did find out about it, things wouldn’t be nice for any of you.

'Really? Hmm.. interesting.’ You took a bite of the strawberry and looked at her. 'So, no one has been compelled or anything?’ You shot a glance towards her, obvious anger taking over you face.

'I can explain, I-’

'There’s nothing to explain, Bonnie!’ You stood up and threw a half of the strawberry onto the table  as you started walking towards her. 'You had no right to do that!’ You yelled at her, coming closer and closer to her, making her take a few steps back. You could hear her fast heartbeat and the blood flowing through her veins.

'It’s for your own good! I’m not gonna let you ruin your life because of-’

'I don’t care! I want my memories back! Today! No hesitation, no excuses, today!’ You demanded as you walked over to the table and took another strawberry, taking a bite and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Bonnie and Stefan befuddled.

You jumped on the couch and turned on the TV as you laid down and smiled to yourself.
After a few hours, you heard a knock on the doors. You looked behind you, waiting for someone to enter the living room and it was someone you knew. Klaus Mikaelson. The one and only. You immediately assumed he was the one who compelled you and took away your memories of someone who was apparently very important to you.

'Klaus Mikaelson.’ You said, making eye contact with him. 'I assume you can help me. Am I right or am I right?’ He laughed, walking towards you as he sat down next to you.

'Of course I can. It depends, actually.’

'On what?’ You asked, crossing your arms.

'If you really want it and if it’s safe for you to remember it.’ He stated, waiting for your reaction.

'Look, I deserve to have my memories back and I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who can decide whether I want my memories compelled away or not.’ You stated, making sure he and everyone else in the room understood what you wanted.

'As you wish.’ He said as he came closer to you, making a deep eye contact. You took a deep breath and stared at him, without blinking you listened to what he was saying.

'You’re gonna remember everything I took away from you. Kai Parker is your boyfriend, you love him, very much. He’s currently in prison world, Bonnie put him there.’

'Kai Parker is my boyfriend.’ You repeated what he said. He mentioned a couple of other things and then he suddenly stopped. You blinked a few times before making eye contact with him again. 'Thank you, Klaus.’

'Anytime.’ He said. 'Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go. See you guys around.’ Klaus said as he got up and left the house. You kept quiet for what it seemed like hours to Bonnie and Stefan. You turned your head, looking at Bonnie who kept staring at the floor but lifted her up for a few seconds, your gaze strongly focused on her. You kept looking at her, your anger extremely obvious as it took over your body. You shook your head and got up, stopping right in front of her. You looked at her in the eyes and opened your mouth slightly like you were about to say something, but then closed them again. You bypassed her and went up to your room, slamming the doors behind you.

You ran your fingers roughly through your hair as you started breathing rapidly, your heartbeat increasing. You walked around your room before finally breaking down. You took the first thing that was near your hand and threw it across the room, hitting the doors. You screamed your lungs out and dropped down to your knees, staring at only one spot on the wall. This time, you completely lost it. You didn’t know what you were going to do, all the feelings and memories took over you, and not one by one, they all flooded back to you, all at once. It was something you’ve never experienced before. You tucked your hair behind your ears, taking a deep breath. You calmed down a little bit and got up. You laid down on the bed, calmly, staring at the ceiling. You were lying like that for maybe minutes, maybe hours, trying to come up with a solution to get Kai out of that place. You sat up and smiled to yourself.

'Bingo.’ You trailed off as you took your jacket and walked out of the house towards the city, having a perfect evil plan, which might help you to persuade Bonnie to finally bring Kai back.

Kiss Me [Part 2]

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Blood, Mentions of Violence

Words: 2.4k

Part 1


You woke up warm – like really warm. Blinking away the blur of sleep, you groaned slightly as you pushed back the hoard of blankets that were covering you and slammed the dismiss button on your alarm. In your mild morning-daze, you moved sluggishly, rubbing your face as your surroundings finally registered. You were in your room; briefly you wondered how you had gotten there. You could only assume that Bucky had carried you to bed since you passed out at some point during the evening on the couch. The idea of the normally stoic super soldier cradling you carefully as to avoid skin-to-skin contact – much less gently enough not to wake you – made your heart flutter and a small smile tilt your lips. Looking to your bed, you flipped the blankets back, shaking your head ruefully as you realized there were three more comforters than normal. Forcing yourself out of the bed, you made your way to your bathroom to go through your normal morning routine.

You had talked a little afterwards as you scrolled through the movie channels – Bucky had popped some popcorn and you two had bickered and laughed and it was a lot of fun. Probably the most fun you had had in quite a while, if you were being honest, but now you were feeling anxious. Would things be weird? It wasn’t like you guys had officiated anything, or really… even mentioned anything like that, but you had held hands and he asked when could kiss you, and you were pretty sure that meant he was interested in a relationship with you. And then of course he put you to bed and tucked you in, which was really sweet.

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_I don´t mind the rain_|Part II|

[Part one]  [Part three]

Bucky x Reader[Gender neutral!]

Warnings:Shit is getting a bit intense.Cursing.A bit of angst again~[No fluff this time,idk what happened]

2.630 Words

[First off: WOW! Thank all of you so much! I would never have thought that this would get so much feedback! Thank you guys c: I hope you will enjoy this part! ….wait…Uhm,If you thought this would be a part with Bucky & Reader walking in the rain with their pink umbrella and being happy…All I can say is: Sorry.]

~Sorry for any typos or mistakes~




Every now and then you would ask Bucky if he could still hold the umbrella or if his arm grew tired,but the answer was always the same:

“No,it is still fine-”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”

The two of you were walking for nearly ten minutes now,only exchanging a few words.You knew from the beginning that he wasn´t a really talkative person,so every little smile or word was a small victory for you.
Bucky walked a bit fast for your not-so-long legs but you didn´t want to say anything.
While you were wondering why he has such long legs,Buckys mind went to worst case scenarios.
What if you were just nice to trick him? What if you were a agent,trying to find him.
Well if that was the truth,he directly walked into a trap.
He glanced at you and thought if you could really be someone who was trying to get him?To find him?
Bucky was pretty sure that there are people everywhere,just to finally get him for what he has done.
You too?
With a sigh he looked at the ground,wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into.

“Hey,Bucky!Look!”
Your joyful tone took him back to reality as he turned to you.
You were pointing at a small restaurant that was still open.
Neon signs hung in the windows,and he could see some people inside.
“Let´s get something to eat!I have never gotten something here but it could be nice,who knows.”
With a few hurried steps you ran onto the steps and hid from the rain under the little plastic roof.
Smiling you waved at Bucky,motioning for him to come also.
You would buy him something as a thanks,that was the least you could do…

…Right?

Bucky stept a bit closer to you,shaking his head.
“I don´t want anything..”
“Why?You must be hungry,right?I will pay!”
Bucky didn´t move an inch,and you groaned
Please?”
Your joy didn´t falter and Bucky still didn´t give in.This would go on for hours,so..
“Ok,I will go inside,get something,and you wait here.”
“[y/n] I-”
“No ´but´,I will go inside now.Just give me the umbrella you look stupid.”
Without a word Bucky looked around before stepping onto the dry steps and handing you the now closed umbrella.
You nodded and walked inside,trying to think of something to get.
As soon as the wooden door closed behind you,Bucky was thinking about walking away.This couldn´t end well.Not with him.
He ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh.
What did he do? He wasnt just some neighbor from around here that could talk with someone hours on end,without any consequences.
He was never that kind of person,well,as far as he knew…
As long as he was alone he could just walk a bit faster when he felt watched,hide in shops when being followed,but with you? Untill you two would reach your home,nearly 20 minutes left.
Bucky knew,he felt it in the pit of his stomach,someone would use these 20 minutes of slight vulnerability to their advantage.

Just because Bucky wasn´t careful enough.

While Bucky was again lost in his thoughts,stressing himself out,you were waiting for the pizza to be done.
Bucky was a weird guy,you´d give him that.But he was a soldier…
Maybe that had to do something with his behaviour.
Sometimes your eyes would wander to the small TV that stood on a shelf on your left,but the news seemed boring,so you turned away and  rather kept on thinking about the guy that waited for you.
Which was a good thing,in a way.
Because if you would have paid attention you would know that they are looking for a man called “James Buchanan Barnes

The Winter Soldier.A murderer.An Assassin.

But thank god you were busy playing with the weird pink umbrella in your hands,and the volume of the TV was only on 5.

Bucky saw a man come out of the door,and immediately felt a knot in his stomach when the man stared at him for a second too long.His mind was an endless loop of :

Please no.“

With one last glance,the strange man turned around and walked away.Bucky let out a shaky breath,truly unsure of what to do.
He tried to talk some false hope into himself.
Maybe he just looked like his weird cousin.
Maybe-
"Hey!”
Bucky felt his heart drop.


You had just paid for the food and reached for the carton,before your eyes went to the window to your right
It took you a moment to register what is happening.
With a gasp and big eyes you rushed to the door,looking why Bucky was suddenly walking away.
You heard someone call after you,but you ignored that voice and walked through the door.
In the moment you stepped onto the stairs,a person rushed past you.You could hear them say some words,but couldn´t make out what words exactly.
You looked into the direction that person was running of to,only to see Bucky vanish around a corner.
Confused you looked after the two men.Should you follow?Try to find him?
It isn’t your business,you have known him for nearly 2 hours and shared some food.
Who knows what shady business this dude is involved in.
Your gut said ´Run after him´,but your head was reasonable and said´Stay and enjoy your pizza´.
If you were honest,yes you were a bit worried about your bus stop buddy,but just smile a bit while waving slowly,wishing your weird friend luck.

Turning around you opened the door again and the warm air hugged your body.
´What a night.´
The small bell above the door signaled that you came inside again.The cashier from earlier looked at you and you send him an apologetic smile,to which he just grinned.
You grabbed the Pizza and sat down at the table in the far left corner.
The small flowers on the table were a nice touch,yes..Maybe you would go eat here more often.
With a sigh you opened the carton and grabbed a piece.


As you had long finished the pizza,and were drinking a glass of cold [drink],you heard the bell again,but you didn´t pay any attention to it.
Well,that was until you heard someone say:
“Uhm,excuse me?”
You looked over your shoulder were you saw a woman standing behind you.You raised your eyebrows,wondering what she could want from you.She had blonde short hair,brown eyes and some freckles on her face.
“Yes?”
“I need you to follow me,please.”
“And why is that?”
“I can´t talk about that here,I am sorry.”

´Well.Fuck my luck´
You immediately knew what this was about,you were pretty sure that his was somehow about Bucky.
Just play dumb.
“I want to know why,who are you?”
“I am Melissa Wert,a police officer from [city name]”
Had someone called the police?Wait.Probably that dude from earlier-
“And?Are you please coming with me?”
“Uh..uhm..Yes."You began slowly"But can I please use the bathroom first?I will hurry.”
She nodded at you,and you stood up carefully.
As you walked over the wooden floor you felt her eyes on the back of your head,staring at your leaving form.
´Fuck
Because the place was pretty small,they only had one bathroom,which was free right now.
You pulled the door open,stepped inside and closed it as fast as possible.
As you looked up you saw yourself in the mirror.Your [h/c] hair was a mess,eyes wide and your could see AND feel the goosepumbs on your skin.
With a sigh you walked to the sink,turning on the water.You washed your hands and your face with cold water.A sigh was the only sound you made as you laid your head in your hands.

What are you going to do?


Looking back up at the mirror,you saw the water drip down your chin.
But you realized in that moment that you weren’t alone in the room.Someone was standing behind you.
Before you could make any noise in shock,a Hand covered your mouth.
A gloved hand.

“Relax,it´s just me..”
Your tense body actually relaxed a bit at his words,but you still stared at his reflection in shock
You called out his name,which came silent and muffled,because of his hand on your mouth.
With wide eyes you stared at him,wondering what the fuck was going on.
“Listen.”
You nodded.
Slowly he let his hand fall back to his side and explained:
“Come with me.You have to trust me,because I am pretty sure that the Police officer,isn´t a police officer.”
You furrowed your brows at his words,wondering what had gotten into him.Afterall he was the one who suddenly ran away!
And how did he even know that there was a police officer ?
You grabbed the white towel that was hanging to your right and dried of your face.
Trying to answer,you talked in a hushed voice:
“What the hell are you on about?Why would I-”
With a groan Bucky grabbed your shoulders and turned you around,the towel falling to the ground.
A gasp escaped your lips as you stared into his panicked eyes,Buckys face close to yours.
“I have no idea why they are pulling you into this,but I think it is because they saw you with me.
Now,I need you to shut up,just listen and do as I say.”

With big eyes and your mouth agape,you stared at him.
You tried to find the right word,and settled on intimidated.You were intimidated.
For a few seconds you just gaped back at him,like a fish.
As Bucky tightened his grip on your shoulder,you snapped back into reality.

As you calmed down a bit,Buckys grip losened.
Nodding your head,you gulped and Bucky let go of you.You stood up straight again, slowly,wincing at a slight pain in your back.
“Wha-”
“Questions for later."Bucky interrupted"For now,we just need to get out of here.”
“How did you even get in here?I locked the door.”
Bucky pointed to the window to your left.
“Oh”
He climbed outside first and as soon as his feet hit the ground he helped you outiside.
“Where is the-?”
“She has probably immediately noticed that you are gone.They are planning something now."He interrupted you as he looked around.
It seemed so weird.He was the weird guy who you talked with a few hours ago,he was that nice and quiet man who smiled at one of your dumb jokes.
And here you where,trying to find out what went wrong.

"Who are they?” You asked,worried
They?..Well,someone who isn´t gonna be very nice to you when they find out you talked to me without trying to kill me.”
“Wha-”
“Come on”
With one movement Bucky grabbed the sleeve of your jacket and started walking down the path.The rubble under your feet made soft sounds and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.
The two of you stopped in front of a high fence that separated the path from a field.Bucky looked at you,and mouthed a
´Wait here.´
Before you could do anything besides stare at him he jumped over the metal fence with ease.
Nervously you rubbed your arm,looking around.Your breaths came out a bit shaky.
You nearly jumped out of your skin as the door to your left opened with a screech.
Your hand flew to your chest,trying to calm yourself down as Bucky walked through.
He stood in the door and motioned for you to follow him,before he turned and walked out of sight again.
“Eh?!Wait!”

With more confusion than you though humanly possible you ran after him until you where in step with him,kinda.
“Where are we going?"You asked,tone unsure.
"Away.It is not safe.Not anymore.”
“What?I don’t want to leave!You can go I won´t just-”
“Dont you understand the seriousness of this?Cant you get it inside your head?!They would kill you without a hesitation because they saw you with me,they saw you talk to me.”
He looked at you,his eyes losing every warmth in them as he tried to explain what was going on.Before you could open your mouth,he continued:
“I will help you get of their radar,and as soon as we are,we will part ways.You can go back here after a few weeks.Find a place to stay until then.Family or friends maybe”
He turned around mid-sentence making it a bit harder for you to get everything.Bucky walked a few steps to a little wooden shack.
You winced as you saw him break the window with his left hand,reaching through it.
With raised eyebrows you watched him as he pulled a bag through the now shattered window.
“Wh-”
“We could need this.”
You glanced into the bag,a flashlight,batteries,a small cable and a knife.
He threw the bag over his right shoulder before returning to you again.Waiting.
With a gulp you nodded at him,motioning with your hand that he should go ahead.

Bucky immediately turned away and started walking down the little path.
You stared at his back while walking,not sure what to do.Why would they do that?Just kill you?
Was he an important person?Did he have some business going on with the wrong people?
Well,he didn’t look like someone who would do that,but-
Suddenly,a thought hit you.

What if he was the dangerous one?
You ran with him without a second thought,trusting him when he told you that he wanted to help.Maybe the people he tried to keep you away from,would help you…
But what if he was saying the truth..?He had no reason to lie,did he?
A heavy sigh was the only thing that was heard from you for a long time.
The light rain still fell from the sky,making you look up.You stopped and just looked at the sark sky for a bit.
The raindrops fell on your cheeks,running down your neck.
A gust of wind made you turn your head away as it got uncomfortable and you looked back at Bucky,who was now looking at you.
“We don’t have much time.”
With a slow nod you started walking again,right after Bucky.

“Who are you?”You asked as you got a bit closer to him again.You could hear him sigh,but the only answer you got was a quiet:

“Maybe I will tell you another time..”

What had you gotten yourself into?

As you were quietly thinking about what is happening right now,and making up hollywood worthy scenarios,Bucky kept looking around.
If they would walk this way until they could see the street,there should be a way that would lead into the woods.
From there you could get out of this town.
The gravel under your feet was getting wetter and wetter with every passing minute.Here and there you could see small puddles.
You looked around as you heard someone yell.But your panic soon went away as you heard a laugh and a few voices talking.
Ok.
No murder.
While you were still looking to your right,Bucky stopped in his tracks,making you run into his back.
Trying to maintain your balance you stumbled a step to the right,and finally stopped too.

Bucky was staring ahead,squinting his eyes a bit.After looking at his face,you tried to follow his gaze,but there was nothing,just a bunch of trees.
“Bucky?…”
“There are people.7 People.4 of them have guns the rest seems to be unarmed…”
Not able to say a coherent sentence,you tensed up and blurted out what should be a sentence.
“Wha-Where? How-Rea-?!”
“Keep walking until I tell you to run.If I say run,you run into the field and duck.Get to the bridge.”
Bucky started walking again,still following the gravel path.You looked around,trying to find the bridge he was talking about.
After a few seconds you saw it.A green bridge that goes over an old ship canal.It was to your left,behind a big field of corn.
The lump in your throat got bigger with every step you took.
You stuffed your hands into your pocket,trying to keep calm and trying to ignore the cold sweat on your back.

A few seconds passed and you glanced at the bridge after every step you took,somehow scared it would just disappear.
“[y/n],"You could hear Buckys voice,and gulped down your last bit of fear,preparing to run until your lungs would collapse.
"Run.”


[And~That is part two! I hope you guys like it c:] 

Imagine meeting Jared at a wedding

I sit around, watching as everyone gets closer to the center stage. I should be excited, my sister’s best friend is getting married and I was able to position myself as a bridesmaid, but everything feels dull after having dealt with a fail marriage yourself. I look at my hand, inspecting the place where my ring used to be, missing the weight of it.

My eyes move to observe the place, the fairy lights hanging everywhere, the tables ready to be occupied by the guests. The music starts, and I return my gaze to my hand, feeling sorry for the bitter person I became after being dumped by my husband.

“So, you don’t like dancing either?”

I turn my head to my side, observing the man sitting next to me. Brandon’s best man looks at me with a casual smile on his face.

“I don’t like weddings” I say, even though it is not entirely true.

“Oh…” Is the only thing he says before turning his gaze to the people cheering at the newlyweds, “I can understand it; I mean, this can be really overwhelming”

“There’s too many people”

“Too many happy people” He laughs, I allow myself to smile at his comment, “I’m Jared”

“I’m…”

“I know” He smiles, “I asked Brandon, he said you wouldn’t want to talk to me”

“I’m not in the mood for weddings” I shrug, “So, best man?”

Jared looks at his tuxedo before returning his eyes to mine. The smile does not leave his lips, even when the only thing he can find in mine is a serious expression.

“Yeah, been best friends with Brandon for years, he didn’t even have to ask me, I already knew. The same happened to you?”

“Not really” I mutter, noticing all the people starting to move from the waltz.

“Come on, we are in the same table”

Jared gets up from his seat, showing me where our table is located. I follow him, asking myself a bit late why he asked Brandon about me. We arrive to a table occupied by all the bridesmaids and the other groomsmen. I check my name in one of the seats, Jared doing the same on the other side of the table. When he finds his name, noticing he’s located on the other side of the table, takes a look at the empty seat by my side. Empty, but not for long. A man sits by my side, and I receive a kind smile from his behalf.

“Hey, Shannon!”

I lift my head, looking at Jared talking to the man by my side. They both share a look, and without saying a word, they swap seats.

I look at Jared, sitting by my side now, “What are you doing?” I ask him, confused.

“I don’t know” He shrugs, with a smile.

My sister, who just notices what is going on, gives me an interested look. I just roll my eyes at my little sister.

We don’t talk for the first part of the course. We spend the appetizer in silence, but once the soup arrives, he starts sharing comments with the rest of the people in our table. I can see him smile and laugh with the rest, but I’m too deep in my bubble to participate.

When I hear my name, we are already receiving our entrées. Everyone is looking at me, especially Jared by my side.

“What?” I ask them, startled by their gazes.

“We are talking about London” My sister informs me, a reassuring smile on her lips, “The guys want to know about it”

“How long did you live there?” The man, Shannon I think, asks me.

“Oh, five years” I answer, not really wanting to get into too much detail.

“Must have been fun” Another one says, why is there so many people I don’t know in this goddamn table?

“I guess, I didn’t go out that much” I say, after finishing my glass of wine, “Once you get used to it, is just another city”

Some of the other bridesmaids look at me like I’m crazy, just by the fact of saying that London is ‘just another city’. I shrug it off and continue with my meal now that I’m not in the spotlight.

“You are doing great” My sister whispers in my ear.

The meal is over, and everybody is walking to the dancefloor. Anne stops by my side for a few seconds to congratulate me for something that shouldn’t be celebrated. But I guess that if you are in your 20’s, with the whole world at your feet, your big sis’ problems seem too far from your own world.

“You want to dance?” She asks me, holding my wrist, “We could put everyone to shame on that dancefloor”

“The bar is waiting for me” I mutter, with a shy smile, “Go have fun, I’ll try to do the same”

She looks at me reluctantly, but leaves me alone.

Alone, at last.

I walk toward the bar, giving the barman a pleasing smile.

“What’ll do?” He asks.

“Let’s start soft”

He nods and starts preparing me a Cosmo. I wait for my drink, looking around, seeing the people enjoying the celebration. I feel like such a killjoy, but being here brings memories from my own wedding, happy memories that clove to my heart like nails in a chalkboard.

“There you are”

I turn around, meeting my eyes with Jared’s.

“I’ve been looking for you” He says, sitting by my side, again, “Too many people, too many unnecessary encounters”

“Some ex girlfriend that you are trying to avoid?” I ask, noticing how a smile escapes my lips.

“Yeah, and some that didn’t got to get the title and want to now” He laughs, “What are you drinking? I want one”

The barman hands me my drink and starts preparing one for Jared.

“Are you sure you want to stay with me? I’m pretty sure you would have much more fun with those pleading girls”

“You are in a party pooper mood tonight?” He asks, receiving his drink.

“Maybe” I mutter, “Well, definitely, why?”

“Because I need someone like you tonight”

I notice how both of my eyebrows raise at this comment, and I find myself speechless. How are you supposed to respond to something like that? Especially when the person saying it is actually really handsome and you are in the middle of a divorce. Jared plays with his hair for a second, waiting for me to say something, but I can only focus and how invested he looks. He really wants to spend his time with me, and I’m in no position to say no.

“When I asked you about the whole bridesmaid thing earlier, you were really vagued with your answer”

“There’s not much to say” I shrug, but he seems even more interested in the topic.

“Baelyn just asked you?”

“Yeah, I mean, it wasn’t even sure that I was going to be here, I arrived last night”

“Right, you were in London” He mutters, handing his empty glass to the barman, “You want another?”

“Sure”

I must be the most boring person in the whole party right now, but he keeps looking at me with interest.

“That dress looks really pretty on you”

“Oh, thanks” I stutter, looking at the tight dress.

We stay quiet for a couple of minutes, but I can notice how his eyes watch me from time to time. I feel uncomfortable at first, but I start to get used to his presence once the empty glasses start accumulating by our side

His comment about how pretty I look shocks me. I know I’m not unpleasant to the eye, but my confidence is so low lately, that I find it hard to believe any good comments about my appearance. My friends and family are always stating how pretty, or happy I am, even though I look like a hurricane throwed up on me. I don’t believe them, but I believe Jared, who keeps playing with his long hair, offering me honest smiles.

“Let’s play something” He says, “We’ll take turns to say an statement, and if we feel identified, we’ll take a shot”

“You want to get me drunk?” I ask, laughing for the first time in the evening.

“Well, you look like you could use a bit of alcohol, and I can’t say no to a few shots”

“So, ‘Never have I ever’, but with tequila shots?”

“Yeah, fun, isn’t it?”

We lay a row of tequila shots in front of us. I know this is probably a bad idea, but my brain’s in “party mood” and wants some alcohol. Jared volunteers to start with the game, and we turn on our seats to face each other.

“Never have I ever flirted my way out of a speeding ticket” I watch him take a shot, impressed by his confession.

“Oh, my God” I mutter, he laughs, leaving the shot glass aside, “It worked?”

“Nah” He laughs again, “She was a really professional officer, but she kinda wanted to spare me, I could sense it”

Ok, this as starting to get fun.

“Your turn” He announces.

I get comfortable in my sit, thinking about something to say. I used to play this game when I was younger; my friends always picked the dirtiest things to say, but I just couldn’t remember any. I decided to start slow, leaving it for the alcohol to make my memories come back.

“Never have I ever gone commando”

We both take a shot, laughing while putting the glasses aside. He definitely looks like the type of person who would go commando everywhere. Even now.

“That was an easy one” He grins, lifting his head in confidence, “Never have I ever called someone else’s name while hooking up”

I stare as he takes a shot, and then another. When he notices my confused expression, he clarifies.

“It’s happened more than once”

“Come on, how can you do that?” He shrugs, handing me a shot, “I haven’t done it”

“I can see, but at this rate, you’ll have to take me to the hospital before you get a tiny bit drunk. Drink”

I drink, thinking about a new statement.

“Never have I ever…” I start, but stop still thinking about it, “Never have I ever send a dirty text to the wrong person”

This time, I’m the only one who drinks. Jared laughs at me, and I end up laughing with him.

“Tell me about it” He asks.

“It was a boring day at work and I needed some entertainment. Luckily, I sent it to my sister and not my parents… or my boss”

“It was too dirty?”

“Not much, just starting”

“You have to be careful with those things” He suggests, making the barman refill our glasses, “I would literally die if I end up sending one to my mother”

“My sister almost died, it’s not only your parents that you have to be careful”

We continue with the game for what it feels like hours. I learn that Jared has played strip poker and lose just for the pleasure of showing off; lied about his age; sing on the street to gain a few coins (while drunk), among other things. He has learned that I have never kissed someone on the first date; that I dance and sing in the shower; also, about one time that I lied about being someone’s relative just to get in a party, and so, so on.

The more we drink, the dirtier the statements. Jared starts asking about sexual experiences, and I do it too. We are laughing in our own bubble, while everybody else is enjoying the party at their own pace.

“Never have I ever been with someone who was in a relationship”

Jared doesn’t drink, and I stare at him, processing the words.

“Can you excuse me for a second?”

I stand from my seat, starting walk toward the bathroom. The statement keeps spinning around in my head, making me feel dizzy. By the time I reach the bathroom, i run to one of the stalls. I feel the tears coming out, running over my cheeks, ruining my make up. But I can’t stop.

‘Been with someone who was in a relationship’

I have never done it, and after experiencing being the affected part of that statement, I was more than sure that I would never, ever, do it.

The minutes pass, and I find myself able to get out of the stall. My face does not look that damage by the tears, and I take my time to fix my make up in front of the mirror.

When I come out of the bathroom, someone holds my wrist to stop me. I turn around to see Jared pulling me toward him.

“Are you okay?” He asks, biting his bottom lip.

He looks really worried, and by the time I shake my head no, he lets go of my wrist.

“I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have said that” He apologizes, burying his face on his hands, ‘You want to talk about it?”

“Not really” I whisper, “But I would really want to dance now”

Jared takes his hands from his face, noticing a shy smile forming on my lips.

“I can help you with that”

His hand holds mine, starting to pull me towards the dancefloor. The music is soft, and the people start holding their partners really close. Jared puts both hands on my waist, and I raise mine to cross them on his nape. We move slowly, following the rhythm of the music with our drunken bodies.

“I have never been in a long relationship” He mutters.

“Lucky you” I laugh, resting my head on his shoulder, “I have never been in a short one”

“Lucky you” He mimics my words, “I have never been in love”

“I have” Is the only thing I say, feeling the tight nod on my chest, announcing future tears if I don’t change the subject quickly, “I have never been at the beach at dawn”

“It is so… beautiful” He whispers in my ear, “I can take you there, you should watch it, it is one of the most amazing things ever”

“I would love that” I say, feeling quick shivers down my spine, “Your turn”

“I have never… I have never feel this comfortable with someone”

I stop moving as I hear his words. Jared stops too, pulling away to look at my face. A small grin appears on his face, and I’m not sure if he’s being serious, or the alcohol is starting to speak for him.

“I have never feel attracted to someone this quickly” He continues, “I have never wanted to kiss someone as much as I want to kiss you”

I wet my lips, feeling his words all over my body, sending new shivers over my spine. I fold my arms over my chest, trying not to show how his words are affecting me.

“I have never… ever been with someone as beautiful as you, someone who doesn’t even know how amazing she is” He gets closer to me again, putting his hands on my arms, “And I have never wanted to tell someone as much as I want to tell you, how unbelievably amazing she is”

A part of me wants him to kiss me, another one wants to run away from this man who has known me for just a couple of hours and is already putting the world at my feet. I decide to stay, feeling his hands caress my arms, seeing how his lips reach for my ear.

“I really want to show you that dawn” He whispers, “It would be alright if I take you?”

I nod, receiving his hug as a gift.

“And I really want to see it”

His arms hold me against him, and I can’t believe how desperate he is, like he wants me even closer, but he isn’t able to accomplish it. I do the same, crossing my arms on his nape once again, pulling him toward me.

“I have never wanted someone as much as I want you right now”.

(the much requested) Part FIVE!!!

(Part one) (Part two) (Part three) (Part four

“Harry!” You exclaimed as Harry threw another chip at you. 

“Yes, kitten?” 

“Stop that!” You picked up the chip on you lap and tossed it back at him. He squealed as it hit him in the forehead. You giggled and took another bite of your salad. God, you loved salad. 

“You and your healthy food.” Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes and shoving a chip in his mouth. You offered a piece of lettuce to him and he pretended to gag. 

“How’s London treating you?” Harry asked. 

“It’s okay. My mum keeps pestering me to get a job, but no one’s hiring.” You sighed. “I moved three months ago to a smaller flat and I had to get a room mate. She’s the worst.” You leaned your head into the palm of your hand. “I was getting so tired of everything there, that’s one of the reasons I wanted to come down here.” 

“Well your trip isn’t officially ruined. You still have a week left!” Harry exclaimed.

“It’s pretty ruined.”

“Okay. This is going to sound really bad. I kind of knew Niall was doing stuff with someone?” Harry said quietly. 

“You what?” 

“He said, ‘and don’t come up to my room later, I have a visitor coming.’ and winked, I thought he meant you, to be honest, but I feel so stupid for not telling you and I feel so bad.” Harry said quickly. You closed your eyes and set down your fork. “Kitten?” Harry’s voice was gentle. 

“Yeah, Haz?” Yours shook. 

“I’m so sorry.” He stood up and moved around the table, and pulled you into his arms. You let the tears flow freely, and they shook your entire body, Harry’s too. 

“I can’t- ever- trust- him- again!” You exclaimed between sobs. Harry rubbed your back and whispered things in your ear. Paps started to show up at the restaurant, so Harry payed the bill and the two of you left quickly. He drove and you lay in the back seat, your tears all dried up. 

“Kitten,” Harry called from the front seat. 

“Harry.” You whispered. 

“Do you want to go see Louis and Liam?” 

“Mhm.”

“Okay, we’re almost there.” 

“Okay.” 


Ten minutes later, Louis led you into the hotel. You passed Niall on the way out. You started crying again. Louis had to grab your arm to keep you from running to him. 


Niall and Harry arrived at the hotel three hours later. You were asleep in Liam’s lap and a rerun of ‘Friends’ was playing on the telly. You woke up when the door closed behind them. You opened your eyes to see Niall stumble into his bedroom (you three were in his room). You swung your legs off of Louis’ lap and followed him into the room. He was face down on his bed, crying just a bit.

“Harry, go away.” He mumbled into the sheets.

“S’not Harry.” You replied. He sat up quickly. You walked around the bed and sat in front of him. “I love you.” You told him. His eyes got brighter. 

“I love you too. “


There was no way to explain how crazy this day was, but now all you wanted to know is you didn’t want to be apart from Niall right now.  His arms wrapped around you, and he sang If I Could Fly quietly into your ear as you drifted off into a dreamless sleep. 

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summary: Felicity Smoak is the daughter of a powerful and dangerous mob boss. Oliver Queen, who had been an associate until recently being promoted to bodyguard, was given the job of protecting Felicity. Neither of them are very happy about the arrangement. 
chapters: prologue 
a/n: i’ve had this idea in my head forever so..


Oliver didn’t know if this was a good idea, but when the head of the Russian mob asks you to do something you don’t really have a choice.

He was a simple Shestyorka, an associate or errand boy, so getting called into the boss’ office was a little out of the ordinary. It became even more strange when he was taken to a large building. No signs. No windows. It was unusually frightening for someone who didn’t get freaked out by much. He knew it wasn’t the headquarters or base of operations; he had been there before. Only for a few minutes at a time to get his next job, but he knew the seemingly abandoned warehouse well. This place, though, was new to him.

He had met the head of the Bratva previously; the day he was inducted into the organization. Since then he had attempted to stay under the radar. There was no need to bring extra attention to himself. Apparently he had failed.

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man i can’t believe it’s christmas day !!! (art credit)

i’ve made this blog back in august, dying from the heat and now it’s cold and christmassy and !!! goD i didn’t think a fandom would have pulled me in so much and made me stay this long and still enjoy being here and writing and bringing forth a portrayal of someone so hecking complex like hanzo?? but gosh, during these few months i’ve met so many wonderful people who stuck with me (still do) and i’m so so so so grateful i ??? needed to write out a quick thank you for everyone bc … yessss

this is gonna get very gushy so i apologize but hey, it’s christmas, everyone deserves a little bit of niceness, so i will gush and u guys will take it, yes? yes. consider it a bias list of sorts? but i’ll write out a lil’ thank you for the special peeps in my life, bc it’s long overdue heh so let’s

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