the commentators are in love with him as well x)

NEGAN Imagine

Summary: Imagine Negan visiting Alexandra a little too often, just to see you.

Author note: Thank you for nearly 500 followers. You’ve all be lovely commenting, reblogging and liking my posts. Thank you, guys!❤️❤️

Negan x Reader

“Knock, knock!” You hear a harsh man’s voice yelling through the Alexandra gates. “Come on, you asses! gotta let me in!” You could hear him laughing and it sent shivers down your spine. Rick looked over at you concerned.

“He’s early.” Rick sighed and started to walk towards the gates. He always walked arms a little out and swayed a little. As Rick did this, the man at the gate opened them.

“Well… about fucking time” he looked around. “I never thought-” he cut himself off “What fine piece of nice ass is this?” He pointed directly at you, grinning. Your eyes opened in shocked and you held your own hands nervous. 

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Spellbound (Part 4)

Story Summary: To have your crush fall in love with you, your friend proposes the idea of casting a spell on him (High school AU).

Word Count: 908

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

A/N: Happy Halloween!!!! I hope this chapter brings some clarification about the whole pencil situation. Enjoy :)

Originally posted by 1-hell-of-a-pilot

“Well…at least we know the spell worked, right?” Wanda commented while the two of you were in the cafeteria, her rueful smile quickly faltering as you glowered at her. She folded the note and handed it back to you, resting her hands on the table. “We can fix this, (Y/N). All we have to do is a cast a spell that wil—”

“No!” you suddenly snapped, stuffing the note in your pocket once more. “We will not cast anymore spells, no more magic. That’s how we got in this mess in the first place.”

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Request:  Hi there! If I may please make a ReaderxHarry one-shot request, I would love to see Harry and the reader having an argument, and like usual, Harry makes a scathing comment, but the reader fires back with something that actually really hurts him. Now she has to find a way to apologize and let him know that she really does care for him. Perhaps it could take place near or at Christmas? I enjoy reading your writings and hope you consider my request :) Thank you!

“I don’t understand how you can be so irresponsible!” Harry all but yells, his voice dangerously quiet, showing just how angry he truly is. Certainly, he was known to have the occasional reckless outburst, screaming at the top of his lungs, scattering things to the floor, but that wasn’t him at his worst. Oh no, you knew him better than that. Only when he was truly lost to his anger would he ever get this quiet, this certain, this confident. And yet, that knowledge did nothing to stop your following actions.

I’m irresponsible?” you practically scoff in disbelief. “Excuse me? Who was it that thought a baseball cap was an adequate means to disguise themselves? Who was it that abandoned their daughter, travelling to another universe instead of simply fighting for her? Who was it that then changed his mind, changed his tactic, and betrayed the entire team?”

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Super Junior Heechul Reveals The Hardest Part Of Being An Idol

Super Junior‘s Heechul might be a seasoned veteran now, but even he’s suffered the tough days of being a rookie.

On an episode of JTBC‘s variety show Knowing Brothers, fixed cast member Heechul revealed the hardships he had to face during his days as a rookie. While Heechul’s mischievous and quirky personality has earned him the nickname “Psycho” and “TV Mania” on the show, he explained that he was not always like this.

Following the comments from guest members G-Friend about how they hate waking up, Heechul shared his own experience as a rookie. He discussed having to juggle between doing photo shoots, variety shows such as X-Man and Love Letter, as well as hosting radio program as a DJ and attending music performances. According to Heechul, his day woud end at 4:00 AM and he would only get 30 minutes of sleep in the car before starting the next day. While he hated his busy schedules as a rookie, he revealed that words of encouragement and positive energy from his seniors and peers, such as Kang Ho-dong were what kept him going.

Watch the clip below as Heechul shared his touching story:

I Can’t Save Her: Part 16

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Sexual Innuendo, Swearing  

Word Count: 1377

Catch Up Here

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.

Author’s Notes: Christmas Part 2! <3. Just this one last little piece of fluff and then…….well… just enjoy the fluff, okay? I hope you all enjoy it! Tags are at the bottom!

I love your comments, messages, asks, likes, reblogs – all of it. <3

Originally posted by adamisstillinhellthankstoyou

Originally posted by joyeuxno-el

Originally posted by sortedintohousestark

“There you are!” Tony shouted as we exited the elevator. “Did you have a nice walk of shame?” he added amusingly. All the others were turned around and staring at us from the common room. I could feel the heat rise and my face flush from embarrassment.

“Back in a minute!” I shouted as I grabbed Bucky’s hand and dragged him behind me down the hallway to my room.

“Um doll what are you…”

“Shhh… I want to give you your Christmas present,” I added hastily. I now understood why Bucky insisted on giving mine to me when it was just us – Tony had a way of mortifying me with the slightest of ease. I opened my door clumsily and pulled him in behind me before securing the door – I didn’t want Tony to bust in. My gift felt silly in comparison to his, but I regained my composure and handed him the package I had safely tucked the album away in. He sat on my bed with a look of amusement and began to tear off the wrapping paper. When he opened the box he ran his hand over the leather and his branded initials.

“It’s beautiful,” he responded.

“Well go ahead and open it…” I urged him. He looked at me mildly confused as he fished the album out of the box and opened it. His facial expression melted into a smile once he realized what his gift actually was. He looked up at me from the album with tears in his eyes. If it was possible to be both sad and happy at the same time – it seemed like he was doing it. “Flip to the last page,” I commanded. He did so and paused, touching the picture that was held on that page affectionately.

“I remember this night,” he said softly as he smiled at the page. “It was shortly after you arrived here… I had gotten back from a mission – a really rough one. All I wanted to do was lock myself in my room and you refused to let me. We stayed up all night talking until you fell asleep on the couch with your head on my shoulder,” he paused from his revelry for a moment and looked at me. “You know… that was the first night I knew there was something different about you… maybe it’s the first night I realized there was something different about me. It was the first time this place felt like home,” his voice cracked as he held his hand on the picture. Steve had taken it the following morning. We were both asleep on the couch – my head resting on Bucky’s shoulder and his head resting on top of mine. “What’s this?” he asked softly as he thumbed at an envelope that I had secured to the back of the last page.

I batted his hand away with a ‘don’t touch it now’ look on my face. “This is something special. You can’t open it now. If I’m ever gone and you need me – open this. Don’t do it before then!” I warned.

“Yes ma’am,” he said dutifully as he sat the album on the bed. “You know… this is the best gift that anyone has ever given me,” he added softly as he turned to me and inched his way closer. “This means…. Well it means so much…” he continued with a soft chuckle. “Thank you.” He kissed me softly as he tucked my hair behind my ear. I smiled as he pulled away. “What?” he asked with a grin.

“I don’t remember a time where I’ve ever felt this happy,” I replied.

“Me either,” he added and planted a kiss on my forehead.

Suddenly there was pounding on the other side of the door. “Didn’t you get it all out of your systems last night?! Keep your clothes on for a few hours! The rest of us are wanting to celebrate this thing called Christmas. Ever heard of it?” Tony’s voice rang out impatiently.

Bucky rolled his eyes and laughed. “Coming Stark.”  He smiled at me as he stood and offered me his hand which I accepted. We walked down the hallway to a roar of cheers.

Food and presents were covering just about every horizontal space in the room. Bucky and I made our plates before sitting snugly by the fireplace.

“So you’re that quick Barnes,” Tony feigned disappointment while shaking his head. I chuckled to myself as I ducked down to cover my blush.

Bucky scoffed and wrapped his free arm around me. “Not even close, Stark.”

Tony laughed and then began pestering Sam, who immediately rolled his eyes and sighed, “Not again,” under his breath.

As the day wore on we drank, ate, and opened presents. The most hilarious gifts were given by Tony and Sam – this year they had tried to one-up each other to hysterical proportions. Sam had given Steve giant footie pajamas with mini falcons on them – complete with wings and slippers that yelled out ‘kaw kaw motherfucker’ in Sam’s voice every time they touched the ground. While Tony had given Steve a parrot that he had trained to say outrageously sexual phrases every few minutes. As they were arguing on who had bought Steve the best gift I felt Bucky squeeze my hand. Slowly he scooted down on the floor and laid his head in my lap. I affectionately ran my fingers through his hair and he sighed with content before closing his eyes.

“Ahem – I’m sorry if we are disturbing you two,” Tony called from across the room. I looked up to see everyone staring at us. I blushed and laughed nervously.

“Everyone disturbs you, Stark,” Bucky groaned as he got to his feet. He leaned down and offered me his hand with a smile, “I think it’s about time for me to go to bed, but I would like to spend some time with Y/N if that’s okay, dad.” He shot a side eye in Tony’s direction with a sarcastic grin as he helped me to my feet.

“Oh by all means – spend some time together,” Tony replied. He emphasized the words time together with air quotes. We told everyone good night and made our way out of the common room. “Oh Y/N – I do need to talk to you about Collin Henry at some point,” Tony called after me.

“Collin Henry… who is he?” I asked as Bucky continued to drag me out of the room.

“Oh no one really… just the kid who you punched at the gala. We can discuss it later,” Tony added nonchalantly. Before I could get another word in we were walking down the hallway.

Bucky sighed as he laid on my bed and gathered me into his arms. “Listen doll – I have to leave out in a few hours,” he said sadly. I opened my mouth to protest, but he continued. “I’m sorry – I wanted us to be able to spend Christmas together. I should be back in a couple of days – definitely before the New Year,” he added. I couldn’t help but notice that he suddenly looked very weary.

“Will you not tell me?” I whispered as I sat up to look at him. He swallowed hard as he looked away. “I can tell something is bothering you. Every time you have to leave… you’re different…”

He set his jaw stubbornly. “Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you that I don’t want to talk about it? I can’t tell you,” he replied bitterly.

“Okay,” I whispered feeling defeated. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

“It will just be for a few days, doll. I promise. I’m sorry – I don’t mean to sound harsh,” he said softly. “Listen, I don’t want to argue. I just want to spend the rest of Christmas with you…” he added as he nuzzled his head into my neck. He wrapped his arms around me and brought my head to his chest. I wanted desperately to stay awake, but I found myself growing exhausted. Bucky sighed and whispered, “Merry Christmas, doll. I’m so glad I have you.” He began to hum “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” under his breath as I slowly drifted to sleep.

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Small Things To A Giant

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x reader

Words: 283

Warnings: none

Request: Requested by anonymous: I love Daveed and his song Small Things To a Giant. Could you do a fic based off that? Please ^^

A/N: I hope this was ok I’m not good at song fics

Your phone buzzed, causing you to pull it out from your pocket. Daveed stood in front of you, grabbing his phone as well.

“Looks like there’s a party tonight.” You commented, looking up to Daveed. He nodded, setting his phone down on the table next to him.

“You going?” Daveed looked at you expectantly, before you nodded happily.

“Yeah, I’m going.” A smile spread across Daveed’s face.

“Hey, maybe we can get a ride together in the same car!” He proposed. You nodded enthusiastically.

As Daveed parked at the side of the road, the two of you getting out simultaneously.

You walked beside him on the side of the road, passing by a building covered in graffiti.

“The Tell-Tale Heart.” You read to yourself, turning your attention to Daveed.

“Edgar Allan Poe?” He stopped, reading the writing on the wall.

“Yeah.” You muttered, staring at him as his brows furrowed together. He was saying something under his breath, mumbling to himself. As you leaned closer, you could hear the quiet words Daveed was saying.

“Uncover my tell-tale heart. Edgar Allan Poe. A dead writer, in these fast times.” He looked at you with an excited grin.

“Figure our another lyric for your song?” You wondered aloud, tilting your head as a smile spread across your face. Daveed nodded enthusiastically, walking down the side of the road again with you at his side.

Imagine Theo in an interview and he can’t keep his cheeky comments to him self.


“Well Theo let’s talk about your lovely girlfriend (Y/N). Was it love at first sight for you two.”

Theo smiled at the thought of you, almost giggling like a lovesick teenager. “Definitely not. (Y/N) hated me when we first met, thought I was egotistical and stubborn,” he paused, knowing you were watching, “I can be but only sometimes. But after while we were able to have civilized conversations and I was surprised by how much we actually had in common.”

The interviewer awed. “What surprised you most about her, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“What surprised me most?” Theo thought out loud. “What surprised me most was uh, her skills in bed.”

Barney & Robin’s relationship and HIMYM rant!

I have seen many comments on who is right for Robin, on who she loved, on who made her happy, on her not being happy with Barney or she didn’t love him… Well, guess what? She loved Barney, she was happy with him and wanted to be with him. She wanted a life with him, because he made her happy. He made her happy, he loved Robin more than anything or anyone, she made him feel whole. She made him awesome. She made him be a better person and man for her. Love changes us, for Barney and for Robin they both changed for each other because they both grew at the same time to be together and to make their relationship last.

Their first relationship failed because they weren’t ready to be together yet, in that committed way because they were still growing and learning to make a relationship work and last. But, they are naturally kids at heart, they liked to play around and have fun together but they were also two very messed up people with backgrounds to show for how messed up they were. By the time they got married, and yes they were ready for marriage. They decided to make a real commitment to each other and a promise which were from both sides of the relationship.

Robin truly loved Barney, when people say she didn’t or he didn’t love her and needed his daughter to show him how to love someone. They are wrong. He grew on his own and so did Robin, they grew for and because of each other and for those who think she didn’t love him or that they didn’t love each other or they weren’t ready for marriage then you are wrong because…

Robin loved Barney!

Barney loved Robin!

They changed for each other because they loved each other!

Long post, but you get the point. The person/man she was really always in love with was Barney NOT Ted. Sorry, for those who think she truly loved Ted because she didn’t. Robin had always had a more fun, lighthearted relationship with Barney. It’s the kind of relationship that she herself didn’t know she could have or wanted but when her feelings for Barney were present both to her and to the show and fans that’s when she showed her true feelings and chose Barney over Ted. She was just not IN LOVE with Ted to be with him and the times they tried a relationship it failed or never went anywhere.

In the finale, the original one nobody and I mean nobody suddenly has feelings for someone from their past and it was said in the show that Robin was not in love with Ted that whole time so there is no way Robin had any real feelings for Ted. She just put her feelings, that she had for Barney onto him and thought he was the right guy for her but Ted never loved Robin either and this gets me mad because people romanticises Ted’s feelings for Robin way too much, they go overboard with just how much Ted really loved Robin.

Ted and Robin never truly loved each other for who they were, when they were in a relationship it felt like they didn’t want to be in the relationship, when they weren’t in a relationship they were either friends or using each other as a backup plan and it was shown many times over the seasons that anytime T/R were brought up it was because one of them were either unhappy about their life and where it was going or they felt alone and sad. But, when Barney and Robin’s relationship gets brought up they are always talking about how their relationship failed but with T/R they never once showed why their relationship failed and don’t get me started with they wanted different things. They were just not suited for each other period. Half the time it seemed like they didn’t care all that much about each other and the other half they just complained about each other or got into fights over how incompatible they really are.

Barney and Robin’s relationship started out as a friendship that turned into love and they never fought or disliked each other when they weren’t in a dating relationship with each other. They always had a fun relationship, they liked to be around each other and enjoyed each others company, they played laser tag and ran around the museum having a good/fun hearted time with each other, you never see T/R have that kind of relationship with each other because they don’t have that kind of relationship where you trust someone.

Barney and Robin trusted each other enough to give their relationship an upgrade by getting together in an romantic way. They were true soulmates, who adored being around each other and acting like kids because neither of them had that growing up. They both had miserable lonely lives but when they found each other they truly found their other half. Their soulmate, their true love, their ONE and that’s why B/R’s relationship after they got married would have been a lasting one, because their relationship is based on a friendship with mutual respect and they both understand each other better than anyone else and Ted never had that with Robin or never wanted to know or understand the REAL Robin because he was just plainly obsessed with her and wanted to want her but didn’t truly understand or know her. He never got to really know her, he put the life he wanted onto her and made her his when he didn’t even know her.

But, Barney got to know the real Robin and loved the real Robin. Ted didn’t, you see the difference here? Robin chose Barney and that’s why Ted thought he was still in love with her but once he met Tracy she was the one who truly made him happy and showed him what real love is all about. Barney & Robin and Ted & Tracy accept and appreciate each other for who they truly are. Ted and Robin never did and I don’t think they ever will have that kind of relationship. Barney will always be Robin’s real/true love and Tracy will always be Ted’s.

Sorry, for the long post I just wanted to get that all out because I feel like people just don’t get what the real concept of this show is. They take things way too real and way too personal and believe what they are shown or what the writers are telling us. HIMYM, was a show about acceptance, it was about growing up, friendship, love, trust, and finding that one person who does accept you for who you are and it wasn’t about one thing, it wasn’t about Ted, it wasn’t about The Mother/Tracy, it wasn’t about Ted and Robin. It was about the friendships of the gang, it was about their friendship, their love, their acceptance, their understanding and the relationships on the show represent what life is. They say the series finale was about true to life things, but what they showed was a sad/painful divorce, death, birth of a baby that was not needed in the story at all and the friendship of the gang splitting up. That was something of what life is like but it wasn’t what real life is and if people think that then you are believing in what the finale showed us and told us is what life is about and it’s not.

It’s too early for this shit.

Summary: Bucky and (Y/N) are a couple for some time now but they do not live together yet. One night (Y/N) cannot sleep so she decided to head to Bucky’s loft to sleep next to him.

 Word Count: 1 310

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.


A/N: Hi there! First fic ever so (I posted the spanish version of it)…. Well, I used to write back in the day but in spanish and this is my first english fic so I hope is fine and sorry about any errors that there might be.
Anyway, hope you like it and if you have any comments, do not hesitate to tell them!


Originally posted by enochianess

3 am and another night went without a good sleep. (Y/N) has spent many nights wide awake lying in her bed, tossing around and changing positions every two minutes but none of that seemed to help her fall asleep. In spite of all the hours she spent training at her dance studio and be exhausted, not even those days (Y/N) could sleep.

Maybe it was the fact that she got used to sleep next to Bucky or it was simply that she worried too much about his well-being when he was away on a mission, (Y/N) didn’t have any clue and those long and sleeplessness nights began to take a tool on her.

Bucky should’ve be back from his mission today, probably at his loft. (Y/N) took a chance and got up searching for a hoodie and a pair of trainers so she could leave for her boyfriend’s loft.  A 45 minute drive but, what were 45 minutes driving after spending many days with insomnia? If (Y/N) was right and Bucky has, indeed, come back, she will be sleeping peacefully tonight.

When she finally reached Bucky’s door she opened it with her emergency key and right in the moment she stepped in, she was able to smell the aroma of the grey-eyed man. (Y/N) let out a relief sigh she did even not she was holding back while driving down there. Slowly and without making too much noise, (Y/N) got closer to Bucky’s bedroom.

Buck was sleeping placidly, his face showing nothing but relieve and peace. Something that started to happen when he and (Y/N) shared the nights in each other arms, but mostly it was due to the fact that Buck had been able to share his deepest and most terrifying fears and nightmares with the dancer. She got Bucky to feel normal, to feel loved again.

(Y/N) went and sat at the edge of the bed observing Bucky while she ran her fingers throw his dark hair. The only thing in her mind was how lucky she was and how deeply she had fallen for the ex assassin.

Bucky tossed around in his sleep and finally opened slowly his eyes, first thing in his sight was (Y/N)’s smile.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? IT’S 4 AM! YOU’RE SAFE? HAS SOMETHING HAPPENED?” Bucky asked with worry, sitting quickly in his bed and staring intensely at (Y/N).

“Nothing’s wrong Buck, go back to sleep” (Y/N) said letting out a giggle. “It’s just that… I couldn’t sleep and… Well, I missed you so much. That’s why I am here darling.” (Y/N) smiled sheepishly as she felt her cheeks becoming red as tomatoes. Bucky still had that effect over her, as if she was 15 again and the cute guy from her high school would flirt with her between classes.

“You drove 45 minute just because you weren’t able to sleep?” Bucky asked incredulous. “You’re killing me or at least you’ll do one day of these, you know that, right doll? Come in baby girl” He said patting the space next to him in the bed.

(Y/N) got into the bed, her face facing his. She was finally home, she was able to breathe again, to close her eyes and rest.

Resting her head in Bucky’s chest, (Y/N) took a depth breath letting her mind got intoxicated by Bucky’s aroma while he kissed the top of her head and making her drifted to sleep. And in that moment, in between being asleep and awake, she smiled and whispered “You smell like home, you are my home Bucky Barnes.”  

Bucky woke up with (Y/N) in his arms, not being able to wipe out that stupid smile on his face. (Y/N) was always able to make him smile but last night, when she said that he was her home something changed. He made a decision and time was running.

He got up and got dressed, making sure that his girlfriend was still asleep and comfortable. When he was done, he got out of the loft with only one idea in his mind.

When (Y/N) woke up Buck was not right besides her, he was staring at her from the floor, his body leaning to the side of the bed. Something he did often and that she found creepy but he adorable.

“Morning baby girl” Bucky spoke softly. “I just wanna tell you that… Oh boy, I don’t know how to explain it” He let out a nervous giggle.

(Y/N) did not get what was going on, she was still asleep and Buck was talking so fast and in a non-coherent way, at least for her and her ability to not be a person until she drank two or three coffees.

“Last night… When you came all the way here just to be by my side because you couldn’t sleep and I held you in my arms I realized something (Y/N)”.

“What? What’re you talking about? What time is it?” (Y/N) questioned, her voice was a softly plea due to the fact that it was still too early for her.

“I love you, I love you so much that sometimes it gets harder to breath. Sometimes my chest aches when I know you’re not sleeping next to me that night. I want it to be over, I want you every night next to me, on my bed (Y/N), every night from now on. I want to be able to see you sleep, especially when you are so worn out that you occupy most of the bed or when you drool all over the pillow” Bucky said breathless but smirking looking down at his feet. God, he was so nervous and didn’t even know if he was making any sense. “I want you here, no no, I need you here. Every day, every hour, 24/7. So I know you’re safe, so I can see you, so I can breathe you bab ygirl.”

(Y/N) looked at Bucky with a confused expression on her face. What was he talking about? It didn’t matter, too early for this shit. Bucky seemed way too nervous to even thinking clearly so she needed to get back to sleep.

“Bucky, it’s too early for this shit”. (Y/N) said between yawns as she turned around to keep on sleeping.

Bucky’s heart stopped for a second. Did he do something wrong? He thought that his proposal was clear; could it be that (Y/N) didn’t want to spend her days next to him? Without saying anything else, he started to get up to leave the room.

In that very same moment (Y/N) turned around, eyes wide open, she has realized what all this was about. “TELL ME YOU WEREN’T PROPOSING BARNES, TELL ME THAT THAT WAS NOT WHAT YOU MEANT”

Bucky just looked at her with no clue about what to say. “Yes?” He said while he pulled out a ring from his pocket.

“NO NO NO NO NO, WHY? BUCKY, PLEASE” (Y/N) couldn’t believe it, she just blew this moment. She almost started to cry when she realized how stupid she was, how stupid her brain was to not wake up at the same time as her body.

“It’s okay (Y/N), I get it. I really do, it is not what you want right now. Can we just forget this has happened?” Bucky smiled sadly at (Y/N).

“¡NO!” (Y/N) screamed jumping out of the bed. “I do not want to forget it” She answered more calmly this time. “I do not want to forget because I want all of that too Buck. How stupid I am? Just wanting to sleep while you were saying all those amazing things?” She laughed nervously.

Bucky smiled, letting (Y/N) came closer to him and hugging her as close as possible.

“So, is that a yes?”

“Yes, I do you idiot” (Y/N) answered as she kissed her now fianceé.

Balthazar x Reader

Imagine wearing the hellhound glasses and being able to see Balthazars wings and finding that they’re almost always wrapped protectively around you.

(Reader POV)

I had never gotten on well with Balthazar. Actually… He’s the one that had never gotten on with me; always picking arguments and faults with my hunting. I’d started to just ignore his snide comments and jibes, but this seemed to rile him even more, and the comments increased. Occasionally I notice Sam and Dean sharing knowing looks, but I just ignore them as well.

Sam had just called us into the library to brief a new case, but just as I walk in, I notice none other than the attractive Angel himself. Yes, he is /very/ attractive, and I had hoped that I may have had a chance with the thief, but that hope was starting to fade and be replaced with thoughts of how he could ever like me. Shaking my head, I pulled myself back into the room, to notice I was holding Balthazar’s stare. I stuck my tongue out childishly and broke away to stand the other side of Sam.


(Balthazar’s POV)

My father, look at (Y/N). Does s/he/they realise how /amazing/ s/he/they look(s) in plaid? Of course, s/he/they always looks good, but with her/his/their hair in a mess from sleep it just accentuates it. Maybe it’s time I said something… Of course not you stupid Angel, why would s/he/they /ever/ like you? You’re a thief and are constantly picking arguments with her/him/them! The fights are the only way to get her/his/their attention, though.

I quickly pull out of my thoughts, and realise (Y/N) is staring at me. Before I can ask her/him/them to talk with me alone, she/he/they stick(s) her tongue out and walks away. She’s/he’s/they’re always so childish, and I love that about her/him/them. Urgh, why can’t I just tell her/him/them?


(Reader POV)

Turns out we’ve got a rogue crossroads demon on our hands. Great. Sam has already got his and Dean’s glasses, and sends me to get a pair. Balthazar refuses, claiming “My eye sight is /perfect/ thanks”.

In 10 minutes Sam had sorted my hipster glasses and we were about to set off.

“You sure (Y/N)’s glasses are going to work?” It had taken a bit to persuade Dean to allow me to come in the first place, and he wanted to make sure I would be entirely safe.

“Dean-” Sam began, trying to reason with his brother.

“It’s ok. I’m sure we’ll find out.”

“No. Didn’t Cas say something about being able to see Angel wings with them as well? Well Balthazar’s here, he can be the puppet. Balthazar!” Dean tried to call him to attention, without success. Dean, Sam, and I shrugged, and I put the glasses on.

I opened my eyes, and saw a dark shadow around me. This was the first time I’d used hellhound glasses, and so I deemed the shadow normal. I looked over to Balthazar and my breath hitched. Balthazar’s wings protruded from his back as a dark shadow, with the odd feather visible from a darker outline. I followed the length of his wings with my eyes, which widened even more as I saw that the dark shadow around me was actually Balthazar’s wings.

The wings jerked slightly, and I looked up to find Balthazar looking at me, a range of emotions in his eyes: anger, guilt, curiosity. I wondered at the last one, but didn’t dwell on it.

“(Y/N)? Do they work?” I heard Sam from next to me. I blinked and looked away from Balthazar’s gaze, and took the glasses off.

“Yeah… They work.” I reassured the brothers, still trying to get my breathing back to normal.

“(Y/N)? I need to talk to you. In private.” You heard Blathazar say, before he ushered me into the hall.

“Bal, it’s ok. I’m not going to tell-” I began, but he cut me off.

“It’s not that, though that /would/ be appreciated. It’s…. I can’t hold it back anymore. I love you. Okay? And I’ve been trying to get you to notice me, just in case I had the slightest chance of you even /thinking/ you could want me that way. But, I love you.” Balthazar finished and held my gaze. For the second time today my breath hitched.

“So… All the arguments and fights, insults and jibes… I’m sorry I ignored you. You could have said this earlier though, you know?” Balthazar’s head twitched slightly to the side in confusion. “I love you too, you dork.” I grinned at Balthazar’s own smile. He leant down and pecked my lips gently, before pulling away and leaving fireworks exploding in my stomach and mind.

“So what did you think of my wings?” Balthazar smirked. So that explains the curiosity in his eyes earlier.

“A little shadowy.” I pulled him back down to kiss him properly.

Walking hand in hand back into the library, Balthazar leaned down to whisper into my ear.

“I’ll show you my wings properly later.” I looked up to see Balthazar wink at me.


The hunt went without a hitch, with Balthazar’s wings wrapped protectively around me the entire time, keeping me safe. And he kept good on his promise to show me his wings properly….

A Certain Kind Of Love - Sebastian Stan x Reader

Anonymous said: 8 and 11 with Sebbbb

8. “Are you jealous?” & 11. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

You and Sebastian had been dating for years now, you’d finally started living together just a few months ago and things were going pretty well between you. The public tended to romanticize it quite a lot. You remembered when an article came out with pictures of you and Sebastian together, you on his back as he gave you a piggy back ride, and another of you kissing him; All the comments about it were quite similar. Each one stating ‘oh my gosh, even after dating for so long their love is still burning’.

Which is something you had to disagree with, after five years of dating you could say with complete confidence that your relationship was no longer about butterflies, or your heart beating faster when he walks into the room, or cuddling together every night with your legs intertwined.

No, but that didn’t mean it was better. You stopped getting the butterflies when you started living together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see him, but instead, everything calms down. When you’re in the room with Sebastian you feel calm and secure. When you cuddle him you feel your heartbeat slow down and the sound of his breathing just seems to carry you towards comfort. It doesn’t feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.

You don’t sleep curled up with each other every night. You don’t twist your legs with him so hard that it becomes hard to tell where yours begin and their end.

Instead you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. Though you had to admit more often than not you’d find yourself slyly scooting backwards on the bed so you bumped into them. And it wasn’t exactly a rare occasion to find Seb beginning to slowly caress his fingers through your hair, he enjoyed doing it and if you were to be honest, you enjoyed have it done to you. Though your favourite habit of his, is when he’ll be completely asleep and subconsciously roll over to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you to his body, like you’re a teddy bear or something.

That isn’t to say you don’t also have sleepy manners of your own. It was often that in the early hours of the morning, before dawn has even broken and the world is a cool blue, you would turn around and nuzzle your way into his arms. Pressing yourself as close to his chest as possible and placing a hand over his heart, allowing his breathing pattern and beating heart to be the song that guides you back to sleep.

Kisses weren’t as fiery and as passionate as they use to be, though sometimes when things got heated you could rediscover that fire. But you do kiss a lot more now. And in your opinion these kisses are much nicer than the lust fueled ones. These kisses are cold ones after eating ice cream, or sticky ones after morning pancakes (which Seb would always cook, he was a much better pancake maker than you were). There’s ‘I’m leaving now’ kisses, and ‘one more kiss before you go’ kisses. There’s sleepy morning before work kisses, when you’re not instantly woken up by the alarm and so Seb would have to wake you up himself. Sometimes you’d pretend to be sleep through them, just because you preferred when Seb woke you up. And compared to the blaring ring of an alarm, who wouldn’t.

There’s kisses before sleep, and ‘you are so sweet with the things you do’ kisses, and ‘I’m so glad you’re with me and not someone else’ kisses. There’s quick kisses in the aisles of grocery shops, when it’s loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, it’s both of yours together and you step into their chest to take up less room.

You don’t always text each other confessions of love and care like you used to, because that’s a given now, and you’ve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life you’ve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one.

Your relationship with Sebastian isn’t always a fairytale. There are not always fireworks going off in the background and sparks, at least, not after the start. But they are a quiet rhythm made of a hum filled with love and care. It’s not a fire in your soul but one in your heart, keeping you warm and comfortable as you drowsily drift into sleep. And you love it, you love him.

One of your favourite moments with Sebastian, which showed the difference between a new relationship and a long lasting one, had occured two years after being together. You were sat in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea, thinking about what book you might read before bed. Little did you know that you wouldn’t be asleep in the next two hours, but rather, at an uncomfortable meal with some of Sebastian’s old friends.

He walked into the kitchen of your newly bought apartment, stealing a couple of sips as he continued to talk on his phone. “Yeah, sure, I can probably meet you tonight… No, I’m not doing anything… yes the ‘missus’ will let me out, funnily enough I don’t need her permission and she doesn’t need mine.” He sent you an exasperated look, rolling his eyes which was an act directed to whomever was on the other side of the phone. “I was joking too.” He then proceeded to shake his head and whisper ‘I really wasn’t’ towards you, causing you to be forced to stifle a giggle.

All of a sudden his eyes widened and he began to shift from foot to foot, “you weren’t suppose to hear that.” Your eyebrows rose up and you were quick to put your hand over your mouth before the loud laughs escaped you. His expression became relaxed a moment later and he released the fakest laugh you’d ever heard, “yeah, yeah I was kidding. Almost got you though.”

He ended the conversation after that, promising to the person who was on the end of the phone that he’d arrive in about thirty minutes. When he hung up, his head instantly fell into your shoulder and he released a long groan.

“I’m going to guess your about to meet up with a person you really don’t like?” You asked, patting the back of his head as you would do to a baby’s back when they were crying and you had them on your shoulder.

“Even worse, five people!” He yelled, and if he hadn’t had spoken so loudly you doubted you would have understood what he’d said because his words had been muffled by your t-shirt.

You shrugged your shoulders, “well at least someone’s getting your attention tonight,” you joked.

Sebastian knew you well enough by now to know that you don’t get jealous unless you have reason to, he’d also gotten a lot better at being able to tell when you’re making jokes. He lifted his head, a small smile on his face, “are you jealous?” His question made it clear to you that he was playing along with the little game you’d started.

The two of you went back and forth for a while about how you were this emotionally distressed girlfriend who was super jealous that he didn’t spend every waking moment with you. It only ended when you and Sebastian were laughing so much and words became hard to say through the giggles.

After the laughing fit, Sebastian paused to run his hand through his hair, looking at you with his head dipping to the right. “Why don’t you come with me?”

Of course you said yes, it wasn’t like you had anything planned (if you don’t count sitting in bed with a good book and a hot chocolate a ‘plan’) and Sebastian was obviously dreading this whole ordeal. He was more comfortable and free with you, more than he was with anyone else. It was the exact same way with you as well.

The only thing was that you had no idea who you were actually signing up to meet. They’d all decided to meet at a pub, it was quieter than a club but still gave them access to alcohol (not necessarily a good thing). They were a loud group, you knew this because from the moment you entered the pub they were screaming out guffaws and swear words. Before you walked up to them you gave Sebastian a look which basically said ‘I can’t believe you hang out with these people’ and in reply he shrugged, a guilty expression appearing before being replaced by feigned happiness to see his old friends.

They hadn’t been expecting you and you swear that their faces actually fell when they realised you were with Seb. They explained that they’d been expecting a ‘lads’ night but had no problem with it.

It wasn’t their obvious displeasure at having you with them which was the offensive, hate-fueling, moment though. It was when they got onto one of the man’s, Fred’s, divorce. This led to them all going onto a tangent about how women slow you down and are only good for one thing anymore.

For some reason which you still can’t comprehend, they turned to Sebastian and asked for his views about it. “You’ve been dating your girl for while now, I bet you really wish you could have some time alone now, right?”

“What?” He’d asked back, just as surprised as you were that they’d actually ask such a thing whilst you were there. It made them indecent human beings just for asking it, but asking it in front of you was even worse.

“Well when I was married,” Fred began, pausing every two seconds to take a large gulp of his beer, “I thought it was great. We moved in, I asked her to marry me, and that’s when I noticed the bad things. Like girls are so needy and emotional, and relationships are just this thing that hold you back. If you haven’t realised it yet then you certainly will do soon.”

Sebastian was quick to leave after that and you were very grateful for that, though he didn’t leave before saying one thing: “Just so you know, I love my girlfriend. And I know that she’ll never hold me back, we have a relationship where we actually respect and care for one another which is clearly something you never had with your wife. Now I’m not going to sit here and listen to you all say bad things about one of the greatest things in my life so… bye.” With that, he walked out of the pub with his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

After that night it had become this one big joke, one of those things only two people really understand. Sebastian would start quoting the guy if you ever did something that irritated him, like when you leave the cupboards open by accident, “Y/N!” He’ll yell, “I’m starting to realise!”

Sometimes you’ll even find yourself doing it, especially when you find his clothes thrown all over the apartment. Though most of the time you prefer to play the role of ‘needy and emotional’ girlfriend. Some nights before bed you’ll turn to Sebastian and say, “baby, I’m needy and emotional. Give me cuddles! Now!”

Carry On Bucky Barnes x Reader

Sooooo this is my first short, if you are going to comment please be honest but gentle pleaseeeeeeee

So some background on your character:

  • She is a Mutant like Logan (Wolverine) has healing factor like him as well as some other power (not used here)
  • She knew Steve and Bucky in the 40s (the three of them were BFFs)
  • She fell in love with Bucky
  • A year after Steve and Bucky “Died” HYDRA caught her and turned her into the Winter Soldier’s Partner
  • Winter Soldier and Y/N fell in love and tried to escape, ending with HYDRA making Soldier kill her
  • Y/N didn’t die came back to life tired to find Soldier but thought he was dead so she went and lived with Howard

Sooooo yep there it is - The is the tempo the song is going to
*Russian text done with google translate*

Characters: Steve, Clint, Natasha 
Pairing: Bucky x Reader 
Word Count: 1505

It is a simple mission, just a normal “get in, get info and get the hell out” kind of mission. Steve was on board with it, he knew I could handle myself. Bucky on the other hand… he is a little more reluctant to let me go. I am packing in my room, making sure I have everything I need while Bucky and Steve are sitting on my bed watching me pack, well Steve is making sure I won’t forget anything, Bucky was just pouting
Steve: Got your Katana?
Y/N: yes mother, god you are worse than Tony
We both let out a small laugh, both glancing at Bucky to see if he cracked a smile. Nothing. I look at Steve and he shrugs and gets off the bed.
Steve: I’ll go see if Clint is ready to leave
I nod mentally thanking Steve, he gives me a nod back and leaves the room. I zip up my bag and Bucky finally spoke
Bucky: you shouldn’t go
Y/N: Buck I’ll be fine, it is a simple mission
Bucky: but you are going in alone
Y/N: I’ve done that plenty of times before Buck
I sit on the bed in front of him and he moves forward letting his head rest on my shoulder. Even though this is a normal thing for us it doesn’t fail to make my heart skip a beat every time, even back in the 40’s
Y/N: what’s wrong Buck?
I run my hand though his hair waiting for him to answer
Bucky: it’s just a bad feeling. I can’t place it but it feels like we have been here before
I almost froze in place. The thing is that we have been in this place before. Years ago, while we were both stuck in HYDRA. It was the same moment before we were caught escaping and Bucky was forced to kill me. I still have the bullet scar from that night, I still lived with that memory of watching them dragging him away from me tears running down his face.
Me: I will be find Buck, I have Clint and Natasha as back up
He pulls away from me and looks me in the eyes, those beautiful ice blue meeting my (Y/E/C)
Bucky: быть безопасным (Be safe)
I smile and kiss his cheek
Y/N: YA vsegda (I always am)
Bucky gives me a small smile and I climb off the bed
Y/N: I will see you soon Soldier
I grab my bag and walk out of the room
*Four Days later on the Quinn Jet back to the Tower*
The mission went well I got out without a scratch… okay that is a lie I have a graze on my side and a clean through and through bullet wound on my left shoulder. Natasha patched me up pretty good until Bruce can get to me.
Natasha: soooo when are you gonna tell Barnes?
Y/N: what are you talking about Natalia?
She gives me a small smirk
Natasha: that you love him? That you still love him
I let out a sigh and let my hand run through my hair before I look at her
Y/N: never
Natasha: but Y/N –
Y/N: Natalia no. he doesn’t remember me and it is better he doesn’t remember that part of his life
I look to the floor of the jet
Y/N: it will be easier for him not to
Natasha doesn’t say a word, just reaches out and squeezes my hand than gets up and goes over to Clint. I watch them talk and I can’t help but feel a little jealous, the two of them had each other they made it through everything the world through at them. I let out a sigh and lean back, we should be back in less than an hour, a little nap wouldn’t hurt. I close my eyes and level out my breathing. All of a sudden my phone goes off, not the avengers one, my personal one. I quickly answer it
Y/N: hello?
Jarvis: hello Ms Y/L/N, I am very sorry to disturb you but Captain Rogers needs to speak to you immediately, it is concerning Sergeant Barnes
Y/N: Put him through J
Within seconds Steve is on the line
Steve: Y/N! its Bucky
Y/N: What is going on?
Steve: he is having a panic attack… Y/N he thinks you are dead
My eyes go wide
Y/N: how did this start? He knew we were on the way back
Steve: he was reader his old HYDRA file to get some memories back… Y/N he found you
Everything made sense the minute Steve said that, he remembered the time he shot me and he can’t get out of it. How can I get him out of it, we are still at least 15 minutes away. Then it hits me
Y/N: Jarvis
Jarvis: yes Ms. Y/L/N
Y/N: put my on speaker in that room
Jarvis: yes Ms. Y/L/N
I wait for a few seconds
Steve: you’re on Y/N
Y/N: Bucky, love I need you to listen to me okay? I am coming home I am okay. I’m coming back to you
Steve: nothing Y/N
I take a deep breath and close my eyes and get up and go over to Clint, I keep talking trying my best to talk him out of it. I sign to Clint to Step on it and he nods. I take one more deep breath and sing
Y/N: Carry on my wayward son/ there’ll be peace when you are done/ lay your weary head to rest/ don’t you cry no more
I move to the door waiting for us to land listening and hoping this will work
Y/N: Once I rose above the noise and confusion/ just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion/ I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
I start to hear his breathing even out
Y/N: Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man/ Though my mind could think I still was a mad man/ I hear the voices when I’m dreaming I can hear them say
I hear Tony entering the room, I know he loved this song too
Tony: I haven’t heard this in years
Y/N: Carry on my wayward son/ there’ll be peace when you are done/ lay your weary head to rest/ don’t you cry no more
I hear Natasha whispering to Clint but I don’t pay too much attention to it
Y/N: Masquerading as a man with a reason/ My charade is the event of the season/And if I claim to be a wise man Well, it surely means that I don’t know
I hear Bruce
Bruce: that is beautiful
Y/N: On a stormy sea of moving emotion/Tossed about, I’m like a ship on the ocean/ I set a course for winds of fortune,But I hear the voices say
I start to tap my feet, I need to be there
Y/N: Carry on my wayward son/ there’ll be peace when you are done/ lay your weary head to rest/ don’t you cry no more
I hum the rythme a little as Clint lands the jet. Once he opens the door I blot out running towards Bucky and the others Still singing.
Y/N: Carry on, You will always remember Carry on,/ Nothing equals the splendor/ Now your life’s no longer empty Surely heaven waits for you
Once I reach the room I see Bucky in the corner of the room his knees pulled to his chest his eyes red and puffy, tear stains on his cheek Steve sitting beside him. I turn off my phone and walk towards him finishing the song, he looks up and he gets up with Steve helping him
Y/N: Carry on my wayward son/ There’ll be peace when you are done/ Lay your weary head to rest/Don’t you cry, Don’t you cry no more
The minute I finish the song, Bucky runs over to me and almost tackles me into a hug hiding his face in the crook of my neck. I can feel fresh new tears falling from his face
Bucky: I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry!
Y/N: hush love, it is okay it is in the past now. I’m here, I’m with you
He pulls back and looks at me. I open my mouth to say something, but he doesn’t give me a chance. Instead he attacks my lips with his with a needy but loving kiss. I am shocked for a few seconds but kiss him back with the same neediness and love he was giving me. Once we break apart he rest his forehead on mine
Bucky: I love you
I smile and give out a small chuckle
Y/N:I love you too Bucky
I quickly take his hand and drag him away up to my room
Bucky: where are we going?
Y/N: bedroom. I need sleep and you need cuddles

Extended ending
Tony: Jarvis?
Jarvis: yes sir
Tony: did you record her
Jarvis: yes sir
Thor: I was not aware that lady Y/N has such a beautiful voice
Steve Chuckles and everyone looks at him
Steve: They never change

A first hand account of my Natalia Kills/X Factor experience, as someone who watched it live in a uni hall common room

I had only actually seen any of the show the week before it all went down, and therefore only had a vague idea of everything that was going on. The only judge I actually knew was Stan Walker, who is well known and who I have seen live twice at little gigs in my hometown. I’m not going to lie, before this shit went down I thought Natalia was actually Kimbra. Oh how wrong I was! 

I was at the table trying to read my psychology text book when we finally flicked the channel over to X Factor. We got the last line of Joe’s performance (which a few of the girls were disgruntled about missing cos they loved him) and then it was onto the comments. 

I’m just going to say, when Natalia started talking, almost everyone in the room thought she was joking. I was one of only two who had a gut feeling she wasn’t. But the commotion in the room when her seriousness became apart, oh you should have been there. A good half a dozen 18 year old girls freaking out about the injustice of it all, but they were only just getting started. 

While some raced to tell others about all the shit that had just gone down, one in particular became intent on immediately trying to ring the TV company to complain. Within fifteen minutes, most of my floor had either seen it or heard about it. The girls trying to lodge complaints found the phone lines full (the complaints also apparently DID have to be made online). Yik Yak had also exploded with Yaks about Natalia from people in the area. 

This was around when I found out who she actually was, and realised that I had two of her songs on my phone without ever knowing what she looked like. Which was just a weird moment, to be honest. 

Now, I don’t know about other places, but in NZ we have the plus one channels, where a few of the main channels have extra ones that play everything an hour behind. So we briefly watched a bit of Little Miss Sunshine which was on next, but it came around to the time that the whole debacle was going to be on the plus one channel. SO of course, almost everyone on the floor was called into the common room to see exactly what had happened for themselves. 

We got to see Joe’s performance, which was fucking fantastic, and then came the whole tirade of abuse for the second time. Those who had only heard about it were gobsmacked at how uncalled for it was (especially considering the quality of the performance), and we were all extremely pissed. 

As it turned out, so was the entire country, given that they both got fired within 24 hours due to the country’s response (general anger over social media AND a 77,000 signature overnight petition). 

General lesson: Don’t fuck with New Zealand. We are a united front (but great friends if you’re not a giant bag of dicks to us)