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Saved by the Bell (Sneak peak)

Sneak peak of the highschool!Harry that was requested and will be up tomorrow! 

You rolled your eyes and leaned your head on your hand, zoning out on the board in the hopes that if you stared hard enough, the algorithms and equations would magically make sense. Just as you felt yourself nodding off, a low whisper sent a zip of electricity up your spine, “Are you as bored as I am?”

Slowly, you turned your head to meet the green eyes of Harry Styles. His facial expression gave nothing away, his close proximity making it seem like whispering to each other in class was a common occurrence. Styles, nor any of his friends, had ever really looked twice at you. You ran with a different crowd and to be fair, you had never given any of them more than a passing glance either.

 “I’m more confused than bored,” you finally answered, meeting his eyes with bewilderment in yours.

“What’re you confused ‘bout,” he asked, his usual dimples traded in for a furrow between his brow. He leaned in a bit closer, one elbow leaning on your desk. You moved back a bit, not used to someone invading your personal space like he did.

“I’m most confused about your lack of respect for personal space,” you drawled back, pointedly staring at his elbow that was touching yours. With raised eyebrows and that signature smirk, he slowly pulled his elbow back, but didn’t relent.

“Seriously, s’it the equations?” he asked again, glancing towards the board.

“It’s everything,” you finally sighed, looking down hopelessly at the frantic notes you had taken in previous classes, “I didn’t get the first part and now everything else doesn’t make sense either.”

“She’s a bi’ of a rubbish teacher, hm?” he smiled.

“I think she’d be better if she could teach without being interrupted,” you quipped, glancing behind him at his friends who were watching your exchange with interest. You leaned back in your seat, as far away from Harry as you could get and willed yourself to tune into the lecture and try and catch what you had missed. You tried, you really did, but your attention span was shot once again when you felt a nudge against the elbow resting heavily on your desk.

Down to earth girl P2

Happy x Reader

Trigger: Violence

Warning: Sexual references, swearing

Happy hurd his phone go off. He groaned. “Sorry..” He apologized. He walked up to the beach, grabbing his phone. “Yeah, No I am fine. Yeah. Alright.” He hung up the phone, turning around to see y/n already out of the water and dressed. She walked past him, smirking. “Get your ass back in the water.” “No chance, killer.” She swung her hips as she walked. Mostly girls would listen to Happy, Not y/n. Happy reminded himself to kick every ones ass when he got back to the bon fire. y/n walked back to her truck, starting it up. Happy zipped up his pants, y/n turned up the music, dancing in her seat. She opened the glove department, showing four beers. “What the?!” “Tonight is a party!” She said smiling. She drove back to the bon fire. Happy drank all four beers, she parked the truck, both of them getting back.

The next morning Happy awoke in a bed. He groaned checking his phone. He slept for four hours. It was only six-thirty. He walked out in the main clubhouse, to see everyone passed out. He walked outside to hear a guitar playing and a voice singing. He walked to follow the voice. It was in the barn. He opened the door a bit to see y/n playing music. She had her eyes closed. Her hair in a messy bun. Baby next to her sleeping.I met you in the dark, you lit me up. You made me feel as though I was enough.We danced the night away, we drank too much. I held your hair back when You were throwing up. Then you smiled over your shoulder. For a minute, I was stone-cold sober. I pulled you closer to my chest. And you asked me to stay over
I said, I already told ya. I think that you should get some rest. I knew I loved you then. But you’d never know
‘Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go. I know I needed you.But I never showed. But I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old. Just say you won’t let go. Just say you won’t let go”

Happy listened to her, he leaned against the door. Her voice was heavenly. He usually listened to death metal. Yet here he was listening to this woman. She sang gently, with passion and whole heartily. She stopped “So you going to just stay down there?” Hap looked up to see her smirking at him. He chuckled, climbing the steps. Sitting next to her. “What do you want to hear?” “Let it be by” “The Beatles?” Hap nodded. “When I find myself in times of trouble. Mother Mary comes to me.Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness. She is standing right in front of me. Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom. Let it be” Happy smirked as she sang it. It reminded of his mother. y/n finished smiling at him. “Never took you for liking The Beatles.” “My mom did.” Happy never opened up about his mom, only at times with the guys. Yet, this girl didn’t pry. Just smiled and nodded. “Want to go get some coffee?” Happy nodded. “Come on baby!” The dog perked up. Stretching, following y/n down the stairs, Happy trailing them.

They arrived to the town, looking like it was from the wild west. Only modernized by all the trucks, not a single car. Baby jumped out of HAppys lap, following them to the coffee shop. y/n opened the door, nodding their hats to y/n. She nodded back waving. Baby following them inside. “What do you want?” “Black coffee.” y/n nodded. She walked up the counter. “Hi y/n, Hi baby!” The older gentleman greeted them. He threw a treat to baby. Baby caught it. Laying down, eating it. Happy smirked slightly. He looked around to see everyone minding their own business. This was odd to Happy. He was used to walking into places with people staring at his kutte. y/n handed the cashier the money. Leaving a nice tip. She handed him the coffee. “There is cream and sugar over there.” She pointed. “y/n your americano.” She smiled at a young gentleman. Taking her drink. “With a shot of carmel.” “Thanks Bruce, you’re a life saver baby,” He walked around the corner, kissing her head, hugging her tightly. Hap tensed a bit. “When you going to come over?” He winked at her “When you quit being a slut.” y/n laughed. Bruce pushed her playfully. “You going to play for us soon?” “Sure, let me know when. For free of course. I am no Rockstar.” “I can pay you in coffee.” “Sounds good!” y/n smiled. Bruce handed baby another treat. y/n walked to a table in the back, Happy following her. Watching her ass shake in her jeans. He groaned a bit feeling his pants tighten. She sat down, baby laying at her feet. She took a sip, sighing contently. Happy took a sip of his coffee. His eyes widened. “What the fuck is this?” “Gold.” She smirked. “It is so good.” Happy drank more. He was used to the cheap coffee. This he might have to use some of his money to buy some beans. Happy and y/n sat and talked a bit, Hap could not remember a time he felt this relaxed talking to a woman besides his mother and aunt. y/n smiled at him, her eyes glistening from the sun threw the window. “y/n” she looked up. Happy staring at a guy looking at her. Her fists clenched a bit, Happy noticing this. “How are you.” y/n stood up holding her hand up to Happy to keep him from standing. He nodded respecting her wishes. “How are you? Still with those bikers?” The man smirked. He was wearing a suit, a real wall street looking guy. “Till the day I die chuck.” She lifted her sleeve up. The reaper on her fore arm. Haps eyes widened a bit. He then smirked a bit. “Hmm let me know when you get tired of playing outlaw and you want back in my bed.” y/n laughed a bit, grabbing him by the tie, flipping him over on a table. The table breaking. “Sorry, only way I would do that is if I wanted an inch to work with.” She holds up her pointer finger close to her thumb. All the customers ignoring the outburst. y/n walked to the cash register. “Here Bruce, sorry for your table.” She handed him a couple hundred dollars. “Naw y/n, if anything I should pay you for taking out the fucking trash!” Y/n laughed nodding. Hap held his cup, frowning it was all gone. “Can I get a refill Bruce?” “Sure!” y/n grabbed the cup from,, Happys hands, handing it to Bruce to he could refill. Bruce nodded to Happy smiling warmly. Happy nodded to him. Stoic as ever. “Nice guy.” Bruce said to y/n chuckling. y/n laughing as well. “Let’s go baby.” Baby whimpered a bit, Bruce throwing her another treat. “You feed her too much!” Bruce nodded waving.

“So who was that punk, you refused to let me mop the floor with.” Happy took a sip walking to the car. “Someone, who I would rather punch than talk to.” “point taken.”

I just had a dream where I was at my sister’s wedding (I don’t have a sister irl) and got7 was there.

And uhhh Jackson helped me zip up my dress if you know what I mean ;-)

carry on, darling, we were built to last

“Help me zip up,” Yuuri said, not even asking shyly how he used to do at the beginning.

Victor was more than happy to help, though. In fact, as soon as Yuuri had turned around, he was already reaching towards the zipper that sat softly against the skin at Yuuri’s lower back. But Victor was also pouting, because what was this? Where was the flush on Yuuri’s cheeks, the fleeting look of embarrassment, the adorable stuttering? It was his job to help Yuuri find his Eros, but now that he had, Victor somehow felt left out a bit without the beautiful blush on his fiancé’s face.

Dutifully, he pulled the zipper all the way up, wrapping Yuuri’s back in tight, black fabric. He didn’t step away after he was done, however, no. He ran his palms over the gently protruding muscles, smoothing out any wrinkles in the fabric of the costume and rubbing his thumbs into any knots in Yuuri’s tensed up shoulders he’d encountered. When Yuuri sighed shakily, relaxing under the touch, Victor smiled.

Success.

He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to Yuuri’s nape, feeling him shiver on his lips.

“Are you nervous?” he asked quietly, continuing to lightly massage his back.

“A little,” Yuuri admitted. “But you know me, I’m always nervous.”

Victor chuckled quietly. If Yuuri was joking, he was in a pretty good shape.

Victor let his hands travel down to settle on Yuuri’s hips, but Yuuri’s voice dissuaded him from what he intended to do.

“Don’t stop,” Yuuri pleaded, and how could Victor say no to that?

“If you win gold, I can give you a far better massage, you know,” he offered seductively, shifting his hands lower, right over the perfect mounds of Yuuri’s ass, and squeezing.

Yuuri yelped.

And blushed.

And turned around to look at Victor, embarrassment and yearning hidden deep beneath a scolding gaze.

“We’re in public,” he hissed, eyes flicking around the changing room, while Victor kept on grinning. No one was even looking at them. “I’m skating in less than an hour. Why are you like this?”

“Like what?” Victor asked innocently. “In love with my fiancé? Motivating you to do your best?”

Yuuri’s face reddened even more and he groaned something incomprehensible under his breath, only making Victor’s grin sharper. He stepped closer, taking Yuuri’s hands in his and bringing up both to press a kiss to each one equally.

Really, there were so many shades to Yuuri’s blushes. Victor loved seeing them all. Especially one after another after another…

“How about we make a deal?” he asked.

Yuuri cocked his head to the side, eyes narrowing at him. Victor loved it. The mistrust, the doubt, the suspicion. It was like Yuuri knew him deeply enough to not trust him at face value and it was incredible.

Victor’s heart thumped softly in his chest as he looked at his most beloved person in the entire world.

“What kind of deal are we talking about?” Yuuri asked carefully.

“How about this,” Victor proposed. “If you win gold, I’ll give you a massage and will do all the house chores for a day-”

“A week,” Yuuri cut in.

Victor was about to pout, but then changed his mind.

“Fine, for a week,” he agreed.

“And what if I don’t win?” Yuuri asked.

Ah.

Victor smirked to himself, stepping close enough for their noses to brush. Yuuri’s eyes widened a little, his startled breath fanning Victor’s lips, but Yuuri didn’t pull back. Neither did he look away. He was fiercely staring straight at him, seeing only him, and Victor’s heart swell with affection.

And then he smirked.

“If you don’t get gold,” Victor said, “I’ll tie you to our bed. For the whole week.”

The blush was back on Yuuri’s cheeks, full force. Deep crimson spread over his face and crawled down his neck, and Victor absently licked his lips since he was fairly certain it reached as far down as Yuuri’s chest. Yuuri’s eyes flicked down to Victor’s mouth, following the movement in breathless silence, before he caught himself and forced his gaze back up.

“So, what do you say, Yuuri?” Victor purred.

There was a brief flash of something on Yuuri’s face and then he pressed his cheek to Victor’s, mouth at his ear, whispering hotly:

“I’ll make you my slave for a week, just you wait, Nikiforov,” he promised.

Victor trembled, his skin crawling with desire that awakened with a blaze at the hard promise in Yuuri’s voice.

“I can’t wait,” he replied, star-struck.

And when Yuuri smirked at him from the centre of the rink, Victor knew he was going to serve this man for a week, a month, a year – his entire life, if only he’d ask.

anonymous asked:

What do you think about an “i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au with charmer or nurseydex or zimbits or something??

Well, I don’t know if you expected three mini fics, and I didn’t fully follow the prompt, but here we are.

1. Charmer

Look, Chris knew it was dumb. He knew that everyone on earth had a plain black suitcase, he knew he should have double-checked the luggage tag, he knew it was important to be sure abut these things. But knowing what he should have done couldn’t help him when he finally got his suitcase home and opened it up to find mostly yoga pants and sundresses. 

Fuck.

He zipped the bag back up and flipped open the luggage tag. It was cute, pink with some metallic lettering saying “I’m outta here!” in a handwritten font. Chris blamed jetlag and the redeye flight for making him miss the fact that it wasn’t his Sharks tag. He blamed the bag’s owner for not filling out any of the information on the tag.

Dammit.

Well, sorry random girl, he thought. He opened the suitcase up again to try to see if he could find anything that would give him a clue as to who the suitcase owner was. He moved a makeup bag aside, and hit gold immediately. Well, Samwell red. A Women’s Volleyball tshirt– mystery suitcase girl had to be on the volleyball team.

“Hey Ransom!” he yelled. “You’re facebook friends with all the volleyball team right?”

“He’s friends with everyone on campus!” Holster yelled back.

“Ask their captain if anyone flew in from the Bay Area and lost their luggage!”

_X_

“Is Justin here? My captain said he’s got my suitcase.” Chris overheard her at the door. He grabbed the bag and started hauling it downstairs. As he set it down at the bottom and caught sight of the girl in the doorway, he froze. She was pretty. Like, really pretty. 

“Um, hi,” he said.

“So you’re Justin? Oh my god, I’m so glad it wasn’t some total rando who got my bag.” 

“I’m actually Chris, Justin was just the one who was friends with your captain. Um, I’m sorry, but I kind of had to look through your stuff? Your luggage tag wasn’t filled out.” The girl laughed.

“Yours wasn’t either! Me and my teammates were like one minute away from googling the record holder for most San Jose Sharks merch, but it totally makes sense that you’re on the hockey team.” 

“Since we both forgot to write our numbers down, maybe we should do that now?” Chris suggested. The girl grinned, grabbed his phone out of his hand, and opened up a new contact. She punched in a number, and when she handed it back he saw a text of several random emojis addressed to the new contact of “Caitlin Farmer” with a girl farmer emoji and a volleyball emoji.

“Text me sometime, and maybe we can get dinner?” she said, and she was gone with her suitcase. 

Chris collapsed on the couch, a dreamy look in his eyes.

“Chowder? You get your suitcase back?” Bitty called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah! and I think I’m in love now!”

2. Nurseydex

“Cheryl, I’m telling you, I had a ton of inspiration on the plane and I wrote some great stuff for act three. No. No, it wasn’t just me thinking it’s great because I popped some melatonin and got really sleepy. It’s like, legit. Yeah, I’ll send it over as soon as I get home and–”

Derek slammed into something. If he’d been holding his phone in his hand (bluetooth is a blessing when you drop stuff easily) it would have launched across the airport. As it was, his post-flight latte was soaking through the nice white shirt of the handsome stranger in front of him.

“Shit,” the stranger said, looking down to survey the damage.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have trusted myself to make a phone call and not be clumsy after such a long flight,” Derek said. He set his briefcase down and pulled a wad of napkins out of the outside pocket. The guy took a deep breath, going from murderous to calm in a few seconds. 

“I wasn’t looking where I was going either, it’s not your fault,” the guy said, setting down his own briefcase and accepting the napkins. He blotted at his shirt.

“Let me pay for the dry cleaning. Or a replacement,” Derek offered. The man shook his head.

“It’s fine, it probably needed to go to the cleaners anyways.” He checked his watch. “If I run, I can probably get a new one before my meeting.” He wadded the napkins into one big ball, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the exit with a terse nod. Derek, feeling terrible about the whole thing, picked up his own briefcase and walked to baggage claim.

By the time he was reunited with his home office, a cozy bookshelf-lined room in his brownstone, he had almost forgotten about the coffee incident. He was focused on sending the manuscript to Cheryl. Unfortunately, that was going to be difficult, considering he pulled a PC laptop out of the bag instead of his Mac.

Derek stared at the computer for a full minute. He almost couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. Hesitantly, he opened the laptop. On one side of the keyboard there was a weird thing that a few seconds of phone googling told him was a fingerprint scanner. Shit. He hit the space bar experimentally. Something flashed on the screen, and then was replaced with just a plain black screen with red text: ACCESS DENIED

Derek swore. He started to look through the rest of what was in the briefcase, but was disappointed to find it empty except for the laptop’s charger, three packs of gum, and receipts from a lobster shack in Maine. Shit. Nothing in here would tell him anything about the redhead he’d launched a latte at. 

He closed the laptop dejectedly, ignored his editor’s text messages, and went into the kitchen to make himself lunch and feel sorry for himself. This was the universe punishing him for covering a cute guy with coffee. If he had just kept his focus and waited to call his editor later, he could have sent the draft along and saved it and not be desperately trying to remember his inspiration.

Just as the self-pity spiral was really taking off, the doorbell rang. Derek sighed, put down his tea, and walked to the door. When he opened it, it wasn’t Girl Scouts or Jehovah’s Witnesses, but the guy from the airport.

“Cancel whatever you’re doing today, I need to teach you the most basic principles of digital security,” the guy said, pushing past Derek into the dining room. He shoved a stack of papers onto a chair and pulled Derek’s laptop out.

“I’m Will, by the way, I make software that’s hopefully a step ahead of viruses.”

“Is the draft still there?”

“The draft of what?” The guy looked confused.

“My third act breakthrough. I’m a novelist, I need to get it to my editor and I couldn’t remember if I saved it,” Derek explained.

“You know you can set up an auto-save every five minutes or so, right?” Will asked.

“This might be surprising to you, but I’ve never had a cute guy storm into my house and yell at me about computers before.” Will looked up from Derek’s computer, blushing.

“I haven’t had a cute guy dump a gallon of coffee all over me and steal my laptop before, either, but here we are.”

“Maybe you can yell about computers over lunch with me?”

3. Zimbits

Button downs. Tank tops. Slacks. Shorts. Three rolling pins. A pie tin. A half-emptied multipack of sharpies.

No lucky puck. No clothes in his size. No jerseys.

Jack sighed. It would just be too much to ask for anything to go well today. He picked up his phone to call someone with the Falconers, in the hope that they could talk to the airline and sort all this out. At the same time, his phone lit up with Tater’s face.

“Zimmboni! Look on twitter. Small internet baker has your suitcase!” Tater hung up before he could reply, so Jack just opened twitter instead. 

omgcheckplease: A bunch of pucks, some dirty jerseys, and a history textbook. Either I’m back in college or this isn’t my suitcase.

omgcheckplease: .@falcsofficial please tell your #1 player to DM me and come get his shit

omgcheckplease: and @falcsofficial tell him to give me my shit back. my hockey days are in the past, I need rolling pins, not a mouthguard

Jack smiled and laughed in the way a person laughs when they’re alone, just blowing more air than normal out of his nose. He looked through the twitter for a minute– the guy, Eric Bittle, was a Providence-based chef, whose latest tweets were mostly greetings to the various cities he’d been visiting on tour. Jack clicked the media tab on the account, and looked through the pictures. Bittle was cute. He wrote a reply.

zimmboni: .@omgcheckplease how do I send u a DM

omgcheckplease: .@zimmboni you don’t deserve to be verified, oh my god #verifybittle2k17

A few seconds later another notification popped up, and he tapped it to be brought to a DM window.

omgcheckplease: hey! sorry about the mixup. I can only imagine how confused you were to find all my book tour stuff.

zimmboni: Probably as confused as you were finding hockey stuff?

omgcheckplease: I wasn’t joking in my tweets, I did play hockey before I got into the whole cookbook/food show thing

zimmboni: Exactly, I did a book tour last year in the off-season :-)

omgcheckplease: oh my gosh, isn’t it the best and the worst?

zimmboni: I know. It’s great to meet people and talk about your work, but it’s exhausting.

omgcheckplease: that’s why I’m so excited to be back in Providence! at least until the next cookbook.

zimmboni: Well we should probably meet up to trade suitcases. Want to meet somewhere for dinner?

omgcheckplease: don’t trust me to learn where your house is?

zimmboni: I mean, if dinner goes well enough…

omgcheckplease: OH. okay, then, Mr. Zimmermann, it’s a date.

Jack smiled to himself, and got ready for his date.

wanna be your lover

summary:

sebastian and you are co-stars on a press tour. you’re the best of friends, but when sebastian finds something suspicious in your luggage, that may change everything. (based on this request.)

word count: ~6K

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: smut 18+ ONLY (light dom/sub, anal play, dirty talk, dom-ish!seb, etc. it’s filthy.) 

a/n: pls blame google translate on my incorrect romanian. english translations are at the bottom. i don’t know why all of my seb AU’s are dom!seb. i will fix that eventually. anyway, here’s some sex. 

Originally posted by walkingshell16

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“God, you always look so hot” Harry Styles Smut.

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This wasn’t requested, this was just another random creation inspired by the idea of Harry getting turned on by watching you get ready.

Includes: A tiny bit of fluff(?), a tiny bit of frustrated horny Harry, and smut ;)

I don’t know how many parts this will be and I think this part is bad but this will probably be two parts.

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Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 3,649
AN: So this happened? Have some filth. Thanks for being patient. Thanks to @writing-obrien​ and @celestial-writing​ and @rememberstilinski​ for helping me out with this! Y’all are the best and I love you guys sm.


You rolled your eyes as you trudged through the forest, your backpack slung over your shoulders and your sleeping bag rolled up and tied to it. Of all the people you could be paired with, it had to be Stiles. The two of you were at each other’s throats constantly, and you had a feeling that this was Scott’s underhanded way of trying to get you to get along.

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Note: hi, darlin! I’m glad you love my writing! thank you so much for the request! I really hope you like it! .c

Request: Hii can you do a Bucky imagine where the reader is part of the avengers but they all ignore her all the time and they kind of hate her and to actually talk to them she has to follow them around. She has always been like that and one night they are really rude to her and she kind of breaks down and yeah…. You can make up the ending. By the way love your writing :) - @mariamaymanessam


Becoming an Avenger was not what you expected. Instead of a warm welcome, you had no welcome at all. Instead of  making new friendships, you seem to have made…enemies? You weren’t exactly sure what they were. The team didn’t take a liking to you and you had no idea what you did to deserve such a rough time with them. You were on their team, you helped them during missions, and dare you say it: you picked up their slack and even saved their lives a few times.

So why do they hate you? Why do they ignore you?


You were getting ready for a mission, slipping your boots on. Your zipped up your suit afterwards and took a deep breath as you looked in the mirror. It was much like Natasha’s, just with more weapon holsters and secret pockets for knives. You sighed as you left your room, almost dreading having to leave.

You tried all morning to find out what the mission was about. Every time you asked someone, they’d brush you off or just completely ignore you. It was frustrating, but you knew they couldn’t let you go out there and not know what to do. Sure, kill enemies and protect your team members, but you didn’t know if there was something you had to do specifically.

The tower was pretty quiet as you searched for the team. Taking the elevator up to the common room, you didn’t find them there either. It was ten minutes till take off and you had no clue where they were.

“Friday, where’s the team?” You asked, tapping your fingers against your thigh nervously. “They are about to leave, Miss Y/L/N.” You gasped and the elevator doors slid open just as you were about to ask Friday to tell them to wait on you.

You opened the door to the roof and saw Steve walking onto the strip, securing his shield on his back. You ran as fast as you could, yelling for Steve to wait on you.

“I’m coming! Wait! Please!” Your combat boots hit the ground hard and fast as you watched the landing strip start to close. Your heart was beating fast and you swore he almost turned around to look at you but acted like he didn’t hear you.


Grunting, you pushed yourself to run faster and you just barely made it as the strip started to lift off the ground. You fell onto the strip and crawled up into the quinjet, your lungs burning.

The team was sitting around the table, going over the mission plans again, not seeming to care that you were gasping for air on the floor.

“You couldn’t have waited for me?” You asked breathlessly, standing to your feet. Nobody turned to look at you and you sighed heavily through your nose. “Guess not.” You muttered, walking over to the table. You stood near Sam and he cleared his throat, slightly turning his body away from you.

You peeked over the table to look at the manila file folder Steve was reading from. “It’s a HYDRA base. It holds information on a new experiment and we cannot leave without it. You know what to do.” His eyebrow quirked as he looked up from the file to glance around the team, skipping you.

“Who’s supposed to get the information?” You asked, looking around at the team. Their expressions were cold and they stayed silent, moving away to sit in their seats. You sighed and you reached for the file until a hand yanked it off the table. You looked over to see Clint whistling to himself, holding the file in front of his face, pretending to read it.

The team chuckled quietly and you frowned. “I wanted to read that.” You said, waiting for Clint to put the file down to respond to you. When he didn’t, you sighed. “Forget it.” You turned to sit in your rightful seat, only to see a large black duffel bag sitting in it.

Wanda was smirking as she hummed, keeping a hand on the bag so you couldn’t pull it away. Not bothering to say anything, you sat against the wall, a little ways away from the team.

You were used to them treating you like this, so it didn’t bother you too much to not have a seat or know what the mission was entirely about. You’d do what you always do. Go in, take down any enemy you see, and make sure the team was safe.

And that’s what you were doing. Your guns were firing bullet after bullet as you fought alongside Nat, Wanda, and Clint.

“On your left!” You shouted to Nat as she snapped a guards neck. Another one was charging at her and he pulled out a gun just as you hopped off the back of another guard.

Nat, of course, didn’t listen to you. So instead of letting her get shot, you ran into her and you both fell to the ground before either of you got shot. You quickly shot him down and Nat grunted, more so in annoyance than pain. “Get off of me!” She yelled, pushing you onto your back.

You scoffed and shook your head at her. “You’re welcome for saving your ass!” You yelled back, watching her kick open a door, leading into another room. Clint followed silently behind Nat, his bow aimed in front of him. You stomped after them and swallowed your anger. All you needed to do was get through this mission alive. Being angry would only make you lose focus.

You walked into the room Nat and Clint were in and you listened to Nat and Steve talk to each other in your comms. “The room is empty. Do you see anything?” Steve asked, you could hear him grunting and fighting alongside Bucky and Sam. 

Wanda and Tony had been searching the far end of the base. A sense of familiarity set into your bones as you looked around the room. You knew exactly where they would keep such information. “I know where it is!” You exclaimed, listening to the team go quiet. “Great.” Clint said sarcastically. 

You looked at Clint and Nat let out a laugh. “Of course she does. She was one of them.” Nat laughed harder and soon the others joined her. Your heart sank in your chest and you gripped your gun in your hand, holding onto the last ounce of composure you had. 

Your past with Hydra wasn’t what they wanted to accept. They thought you were one of the bad guys, but you weren’t. You never were. You were kidnapped and experimented on but they didn’t care to look at it that way.

You sighed and left the room, making your way to the hidden vault on the left wing of the base. A few guards cut down the hallway, yelling in Russian. Before you could do anything , you had to take them out. And it was more than you expected. “Shit.” You muttered, readying your gun and a throwing knife.

You shot down any guard you could and even had to do hand-to-hand combat to get through some of them. 

You took down the last guard with a choke hold and pride filled your chest. You ran towards the end of the hallway and saw a door with a passcode button. If you remembered correctly, you’d be able to get in without tripping an alarm. You had to do this before and it was nothing new to you. You knew all of their codes, having been in a base for five years.

The team had gone quiet in your comm and you figured all the guards left were dead. You suddenly heard footsteps approaching behind you. “What is she doing?” You heard Sam ask behind you. You turned around and let out a breath as you saw who it was. “I’m getting what you all couldn’t find.” You shrugged, turning back to the door.

You punched in a code and heard it beep two times, then the metal door slid open to reveal a large vault. You pumped your fist and exclaimed happily. “Unbelievable.” Wanda groaned, shaking her head. The others were upset and angry, but you were happy to had found what was needed.

You typed in the same code into the vault and pulled the door open, a file folder and two tubes of red liquid were set on display. You took them all and walked over to Steve, holding them out for him with a smile. He stared down at you with an unreadable expression before turning and walking away.

The team followed behind him and you sighed, following after them. Nobody was grateful for you finding it. Though, after a successful mission, you were worn out and ready to clean yourself of the dirt and blood. 

So when you got back to the tower, you went straight to your bedroom to clean up. Thoughts filled your head, swirling around and nearly making you dizzy, as you slipped out of your boots and your suit. Your chest felt heavier the more you thought about everything. 

You stepped into your bathroom and turned on your shower, stepping in and letting the hot water loosen your tense muscles and wash away the sadness. Only by a little. It wasn’t enough to let you feel peaceful. The way the team treated you everyday, it hurt. It was confusing and you were tired of it.

Getting out, you quickly dried your hair and slipped on a pair of shorts and a tank top, deciding to wear a thin cardigan. It gave you a sense of comfort. Your mind raced with questions and possible reasons as to why the team didn’t like you. You’d even say they hated you at this point.

Your stomach growling kept your thoughts at bay, you were more than ready to eat dinner. You’d rather avoid the team, but you had a right to eat just as much as they did. As the elevator to the kitchen opened, you could hear the team talking among themselves, the sound of their laughter echoing through the hallway.

You stopped before you reached the door, keeping out of sight as you heard your name.

“Come on, Nat! Y/N saved you.” You heard Wanda say, teasing the redhead. You could just picture the smirk on her face, you even heard the venom laced in her tone as she spoke. Nat scoffed and a few laughs covered up the beginning of her sentence.

“-but I had it under control. It’s not my fault the bitch won’t stick to her job.” You frowned and leaned against the wall, your stomach sinking as you listened to everyone agree. “I mean, she acts like she’s the best on the team!” The sound of a fork dropping onto a plate made you jump and you were suddenly aware of the tears falling down your cheeks.

You sniffled lightly and wiped at your nose with the sleeve of your cardigan. “I mean, we don’t even need her here.” Sam said just loud enough for you to hear. You felt sick to your stomach, feeling like a terrible burden to everyone.

Clint chuckled and you could hear him loudly chewing his food before he joined in. “She knew the passcode. Only a fucked up person would remember Hydra’s passcodes.” He mumbled the last part lowly. You heard Bucky clear his throat, his chair sliding against the floor. “Excuse me!?” He asked, shock evident in his voice.

You covered your mouth as a sob threatened to escape and you turned on your heel, running down the hallway and back to the elevator.

You couldn’t listen to this anymore. All they did was ignore you when you needed them or even wanted to hang out, and they were always talking about you and how they don’t like you. If they didn’t want you here, all they had to do was say so.

You stepped into the elevator and took it up to your bedroom. You tried your best to hold it in and when you slammed your door shut, you let everything go.

Everything that you held in came crashing down on top of you. Your sobs echoed through your room and it felt like your heart was going to split in two. You couldn’t understand what you did wrong. 

A few minutes passed and a knock on your door startled you. Quickly scrambling to your feet, you took a few deep breaths before you opened your door, only to see Bucky standing there. His hair framed his face as he looked down at you, his eyes taking in your appearance.

You wiped at your cheeks and put on a fake smile, as if he couldn’t see that you were crying right in front of him. “H-hey, James.” Your voice came out shaky and you winced at the sound of it. Bucky stuffed his hands in his pockets, his head hanging low, guilt bubbling in his stomach.

He felt bad for how the team treated you. He would always take up for you, always tell the team to give you a break. He knew you were good for the team, whether they wanted you here or not. But he was too scared to approach you about it.

It was no excuse, but he was still new to opening up and talking about feelings. He hoped he was strong enough to finally put an end to how the team treated you.

“Did…Did you want to join us?” Bucky asked softly, kicking himself in his mind at what he just asked you. Why on earth would you want to join them after hearing what they said about you? After how they’ve treated you ever since you arrived? You were taken aback and you wanted to scoff at Bucky, but you held it in. He was making an effort.

You shook your head, “Sounds like you’re all having the time of your lives. I don’t want to intrude.” You walked away to sit on your bed and you sniffled, staring down at your knees.

Bucky walked into your room and sat down on your bed beside you. You held your head in your hands and let out another sob. “I need to leave.” You spoke through your sobs and Bucky felt his heart clench in his chest. “Please, don’t.” He whispered, and you almost missed it over your crying.

You let out a shaky laugh and you looked up at Bucky. “You guys hate me! I can’t do this anymore. A-all I’ve ever done, all I’ve e-ever tried to do was be apart of the team!” You inhaled deeply before another sob shook your body.

Bucky’s right hand rested on the small of your back, his metal hand moving to your cheek to wipe away your tears. “Y/N, when I first got here, they, aside from Steve, treated me nearly the same way.  And…what happened to you, they don’t understand it. But I do.” Bucky saw your lip tremble and that did it for him.

“Come with me.” He stood to his feet and held his hand out for you. You stared at it as if it were a foreign object, your eyebrows creasing. “What?” You asked, sniffling as you wiped at your cheeks.

He gently wiggled his fingers after a few seconds. “Come on.” Bucky quietly urged you to take his hand and you gently slid yours into his, letting him pull you along to wherever it was he was taking you.

Taking the elevator back down, Bucky brought you into the kitchen and you felt small beside him. But you felt even smaller when the team looked up at spotted you with him. He stood there, his chest rising and falling heavily as his anger tried to break through his ribcage.

“She’s apart of the team. I don’t care who doesn’t like it. She has saved you-,” He pointed to Nat with a hard stare and she slowly sank in her seat, casting her eyes down to her lap, “-and you, and you.” He pointed at Wanda and then Clint.

They all sat there, seemingly full of shock and surprisingly, guilt.

Bucky’s hand dropped from yours and he walked over to the table, moving his plate of food to an empty seat beside him so that you could eat it.

"Y/N, eat with us.” He said with a small smile. You stood there, unsure of what to do, just like the others as they watched. Bucky sighed and walked over to you again and pulled you to the seat, gently sitting you down.

“If anyone says anything about her again, I won’t be so nice.” Bucky threatened, taking the seat beside you. You kept your eyes on the plate and bit your lip nervously. Bucky gently nudged your arm and you looked up at him. He smiled at you and motioned towards the plate. 

You sighed and slid it back to him. “It’s yours.” You whispered, ignoring the stares from the team. “I want you to eat first. You worked hard today.” Bucky shrugged.

Nat took a deep breath and Bucky tensed in his seat. He shot her a warning glare and she held her hands up in defense. “I was just gonna tell her thank you.” She said softly, her eyes flickering to your face before looking at Bucky again.

Steve straightened his back in his seat, “Y/N, I want to apologize. And I-I want to say thank you, as well.” Steve said, his cheeks tinted red. Your eyes widened and soon enough the whole team was apologizing. 

“We weren’t sure if we could trust you. Hydra has…Hydra has a way with weaving people in and destroying things.” Tony explained after a few minutes, setting down his drink. 

You nodded gently. Bucky let his arm rest on your chair, his thumb brushing against your shoulder. A warm feeling spread throughout your body at the small action. “I’m sorry if I haven’t proved myself.” You whispered softly, keeping your eyes on the food.

Sam cleared his throat and looked over at you. “You’ve proved that we could trust you many times and I’m sorry for everything. We need you on the team. I was too cocky to admit it.” Sam mumbled the last part bashfully. Bucky snorted and covered his mouth with his hand. Soon enough, you were laughing along with the team.

“Do you want to say something?” Bucky asked softly, watching as you took a bite of your food. You looked around at everyone and sighed.

It wasn’t entirely wrong to accept their apologies. They did have a good reason to resent you at first, with the whole new recruit with a Hydra backstory situation, but it would take you a little while to fully become their friend after everything.

You shook your head and looked up at Bucky. He simply nodded at you, completely understanding, and let you get back to eating. He kept his arm over your chair and scooted just a tad closer to you.

Not too long after, the team started talking again, only this time: they didn’t ignore you.

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pairing: connor murphy x reader

word count: 5,500

genre: a lil mix of fluff and angst

summary: you and connor murphy are partnered together for a biology project, and you have no idea what’s going to happen throughout the course of the week - or what’s going to change.

a/n: my first connor murphy imagine ahh!!! im really nervous to post this because honestly it’s all over the place and probably really terrible but i kinda dig it………… and i hope u do too!!! enjoy!!! <3


“Connor Murphy and Y/N L/N.”

Oh, God.

Biology had never been your favorite class. (Which wasn’t saying much, of course – no one really liked bio.) It was boring to sit in, tedious to go to, and, frankly, completely useless – who actually used biology? Like, in a career? You only signed up for it because your mom wanted you to, and even then, you did it begrudgingly.

After the first day of the semester, you wished you could take it back.

Especially when you realized how thoroughly ignorant your teacher was. She was old, eerily silent (sometimes Connor liked to ask her if she was dead), strict, and, frankly, really terrible at understanding how teenagers worked. Like, she had absolutely no idea when people hated each other or loved each other – and, no matter who she matched together as class partners, things always ended in disaster.

Except for you, of course – you always had a clean track record.

You didn’t think it would stay that way for long.

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This Is War [11]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1520

Warnings: Angst. Maybe some language. Mentions of alcohol

A/N: Haha.. Insert sweating emoji face here..

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Decipiat, Aequum Ludere

Bucky x reader (Sharon x Steve) 

(Sequel to: Decipiat )

Summary: When you found out Steve was cheating on you with Sharon Carter, Bucky was there to help you through it; inevitably, it seems, you and him developed feelings for each other. Now, in a relationship with him for a while, you’re invited to Sharon’s birthday party. Shit goes down. 

A/N: I love Steve, I do. And Sharon is probably great. But in this little thing, they both suck. 

Originally posted by coporolight

“Hey Sugar, you sure you’re up for this?” Bucky comes walking into your room, fumbling with his tie and giving the piece a fabric an annoyed look.

“No” you answer honestly as you sweep some wrinkles from your dress that aren’t there, “but I have to face him sometime”

Bucky looks up at that, his tie -hilariously- half tied and shakes his head. “No, you don’t”

He sets his jaw stubbornly, he’s gonna fight you on this.

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