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Undercover ~ BTS!Mafia AU Pt. 1

Thank you for 2,000! We hope you enjoy! - The Admins

Summary: Jeon Jungkook is the leader of a Mafia. He’s a drug lord, rich, and a murderer. And you? You’re just (Y/N). But to Jungkook you’re his everything, and he will do anything he can to keep you safe.

Type: A bit of everything

Warnings for this part: Guns, SMUT!, Blood, shitty fight scenes (i tried bro), language, drugs, angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ft. BTS



You had just gotten off of work and headed over to Jimin’s place. You hadn’t talked to him all day and decided you’d pay him a surprise visit. You used your key to unlock the door and set your bag down on the small table next to it. 

You had barely taken a few steps into the house when you heard a moan, Jimin’s moan. ‘He’s probably masturbating’ You thought, it wasn’t the first time you had walked in on him jerking off. 

He did it when he was impatient and you’d always come home at just the right time to be able to help him. You smiled to yourself and slipped off your shoes before walking towards his door at the end of the hall.

As you went to grab the handle you heard another moan, a woman’s moan. ‘Is he watching porn?’ You thought and grabbed onto the knob. 

“Oh Jimin! Right there!” A woman cried, you could tell he was having sex with her, the noises of skin slapping got louder. 

You opened the door and saw a sight that you would never forget. A woman was underneath Jimin, her legs were out and he was thrusting into her quickly while letting out those grunts that made you so wet. But you were just disgusted. Hearing those noises made you want to puke. 

You watched in shock as he used a hand to grab onto her breast and squeeze her nipple while the other moved down and he used his thumb to rub her clit. His back was facing you and she had her eyes closed, she was moaning too loudly to even hear you walk into the room. 

She was right on the brink of her orgasm when you almost screamed. 

“REALLY JIMIN?!” He had one last snap of his hips that made her orgasm before he quickly pulled out and stared at you. You watched as she squirted all over him and the sheets and gagged. 

“Wait! (Y/N)!” He got up and followed you as you ran down the hallway. His dick was red and hard, standing against his lower stomach but that was the last of his worries. 

“I-I can explain.” He stuttered, surprised that he had been caught. This wasn’t the first time he was fucking another girl, this had been going on for a while. Hell, he had been having sex with multiple girls all at once, he had been getting bored of (Y/N). 

You shook your head and said nothing while tears streamed down your face, your hands shook as you grabbed your shoes and slid them on your feet. 

“(Y/N), listen.” His hand reached out to grab yours and you flinched and slapped his hand away. 

“Don’t touch me! Don’t…” You grabbed your bag and he ran a hand through his hair. 

“Please! Let me talk.” You could barely see clearly from the tears in your eyes. 

“No, I don’t wanna hear it.” You opened the door and ran down the hallway to the elevator, quickly closing the doors before Jimin could make it to you. 

You ran out of the apartment complex, barely making it out of the doors before throwing up on the grass. Everything you had eaten came up and you were dizzy while walking to your car. 

You took a minute and wiped away your tears and went home, never speaking a word to Park Jimin again.

5 months had passed since you’d said a word to Jimin. You came back the next day, collected all of your things you had left at his place, giving him back the shirts you took from him and walked passed him and didn’t look back. 

3 months after he had cheated, you went on a date with Jungkook and things went on from there. You had met Jungkook through Jimin and became your best friend. Whenever you and Jimin argued, you’d step outside and call Jungkook, letting out all of your problems. 

You haven’t had sex since the last time you and Jimin had slept together and that was nearly 3 weeks before you caught him cheating. 

Jungkook was rich, but you weren’t dating him for the money. When you met him, he looked like complete shit. Hair messy and unwashed, his eyes were bloodshot and he had bags underneath them. His shirt was wrinkled and he had dried up tears on his face. He walked in on you and Jimin watching a movie and told Jimin about how his girlfriend had broken up with him. 

He asked you on a date when you were complaining about being tired of being alone. You were tired of staying in bed all the time, crying because of your heartbreak. But Jungkook, he was everything you wanted and more. 

Jimin was great at first, but near the end of your relationship, you barely talked to each other anymore. 

Jungkook made you feel special, he got you what you want and simply asked for your love in return. You made it clear to him that you didn’t want the money, he was what you wanted. 

And now you were here today. 

Another day on the job. You lead another family to a table and handed them their menu’s. A dad, and two children. You politely smiled and rejected him when he asked you out on a date, stating you had a boyfriend. 

He smiled in understanding and proceeded to talk to his children. ‘If only more people here were like that’ you thought to yourself while going to hand their orders to the chef. 

Most of the men that went here were with their girlfriends and snuck over you on their way to the bathroom, trying to cop a feel. 

A few girls had even hit on you before, they stared and bit their lips, admiring your body from head to toe. But you also rejected, again stating you had a boyfriend. 

When your shift was over, you said goodnight to everyone and made your way home to your apartment. You said hello to the friendly old lady who was working on opening her door, her poor old shaky hands struggling with putting the key in the hole. You watched as she walked in and then walked into your apartment. You turned on the lights and kicked off your shoes, stretching before laying down on your couch. 

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and read the text messages from your friends and quickly replied before shooting a text message to Jungkook. 

‘Just got off work. How was your day?’ 

Jungkook was currently at one of his clubs with Jimin, Yoongi, and Namjoon. Jimin was dealing cocaine, laughing and joking around with one of their clients. Jungkook was sat in a chair, silently watching everyone closely. 

Yoongi had a girl on his lap, she was grinding against him while they made out. Music was blaring and some other people were dancing. 

Hoseok was in another room, having sex with one of his usual girls. When the DJ would switch the songs, you could hear their moans, she was literally screaming. 

Jungkooks phone vibrated when he noticed something odd. One of his clients had a gun tucked into his belt, which was strictly against the rules. No one but Jungkook and a few others were allowed to carry a gun on them while at the clubs. 

Jungkook got up and walked over to Jimin, putting his hand on his shoulder and tapping his finger 3 times. This was their signal. Jimin shrugged his arm off of his shoulder and when they made eye contact, Jungkook’s hand made it’s way to his gun. 

Jimin’s hand reached into his pocket and wrapped around the handle of a knife and by this time their ‘clients’ had noticed what they were doing. 

In a second, guns were raised. 

Yoongi and the girl had broken up, he was stood next to her, gun raised and she had one in her hand also. Namjoon was aimed at the one who was aiming at Yoongi. 

Jimin made the first move and quickly stabbed his knife into the man’s gut that was standing behind him. His arm shot up, hitting his arm so the gun went off and the bullet went into the ceiling. 

Jungkook quickly shot the next two, one of their bullets grazing his shoulder. Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, and the other female shot at a few other people. Jungkook shot at their leader but missed. 

He knocked the gun out of Jungkooks hand and he was just left with his hands. The man named Sooyoung stabbed the knife into Jungkook’s thigh, and Jungkook yelled at the pain. 

Jungkook punched him in the jaw knocking Sooyoung back. Jimin had just finished pulling his knife out of the chest of another man and threw it at Sooyoung, and it landed in his shoulder. 

Blood was soaking Jungkooks pant leg as he pushed Sooyoung down to the ground and straddled his waist so he couldn’t move. He pulled the knife out of his shoulder and stabbed him right in his chest. 

Sooyoung’s white dress shirt was soaked with blood and Jungkook got off of him, wiping his forehead but smearing blood on it. Jimin opened the door and yelled for everyone to get out so he and the others stayed behind to clean. 

“Jungkook, what happened?” Yoongi asked, looking over his body. 

“Stab wound to my thigh, I think that’s it.” He replied while staring at the dying body below him. Sooyoung coughed and tried to reach for a gun that was laying on the ground but Jungkook kicked it away with his foot and the remaining life left in Sooyoung slipped away. 

Jungkook took a seat and Namjoon already knew what to do. His hand wrapped around the handle tightly and the other pushed on Jungkook’s thigh. 

“Three.. Two..” Namjoon didn’t even get to one before he pulled the knife out and immediately started applying pressure. 

“Fuck!” Jungkook yelled and grabbed onto the arms of the chair. Namjoon’s hands were covered with blood and he bit his lip as Jungkook struggled to stay conscious. Yoongi grabbed onto Jungkook’s sleeve and ripped it so he could tie it around his thigh tightly. 

“I need to see (Y/N),” Jungkook said standing up and using the wall to stay stable. 

“What Jungkook? No, you need medical attention.” Namjoon said, stepping in front of the door. 

“Let me see (Y/N)!” He said sternly before pushing Namjoon out of the way and limping out to his ride. He paid someone to drive him to her apartment and by the time he arrived it was 2 in the morning. 

A tired (Y/N) opened the door and she was in one of his t-shirts. “Jungkook?” You gasped and pulled him inside quickly. 

“What happened?“ 

”(Y/N), I need help.“ He avoided your question and you led him into the bathroom and slowly stripped him of his clothes. 

He sat there in his boxers as you wiped away the blood from him and grabbed your first-aid kit from underneath the sink. You used some alcohol to clean where the bullet grazed his shoulder and you almost cried when you saw his thigh. 

“Jesus.” You whispered and very slowly dabbed the alcohol onto it in which Jungkook tried his best not to yell. 

“I need stitches.” He could barely speak and you nodded and grabbed a needle and thread and tried the best you possibly could. 

When you were finished, Jungkook was laid in your bed and you were cleaning the blood in the bathroom. 

“You doing okay?” You asked when you stepped back into the room. 

“For now.” He nodded, the pain meds were finally kicking in. 

“Now, tell me what the fuck happened to you.“ 

He said nothing.

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked patiently at Jungkook.

“Look Jun-”

The Nanny Part 4

A/N: Hey guys! So here is chapter four. It’s a bit of a filler kinda? Idk it will make more sense next chapter. Anyways, I hope you guys like it.

Word Count: !580

Warnings: None

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“Natasha!” you exclaimed, smacking her on the shoulder. “That’s my boss!”

Giggling, Nat started to drive. “Oh, shut up. We both know that you thought it at some point.” She said looking over at you for a moment before focusing on the road again.

Crossing your arms, you let out a defeated sigh. She wasn’t wrong. If it was different circumstances and the two of you would have met and hung out, you definitely would have been all for dating him. But the situation is how it is, which meant no dating Bucky Barnes.

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the girl at the bakery- h.s imagine

Anne looked into her not so little boy’s bedroom and smiled at the sight before her. Harry looked up from putting on his boots and smiled back at his mother, “Hey mom.”

Anne leant on the doorframe, “So what are you going to do first on your break?”

Harry stood up and patted his jacket to make sure he had everything he needed. “I think I’ll go pay Barbara a visit in the bakery.”

Before his big tour coming up, Harry wanted to spend as much time possible at home. He knew that if he didn’t, it would just make him even more homesick once the actual tour started. He took the long route to the bakery. He admired the children playing on the playground on the one that he played with. He passed by the tree where he had his first kiss and chuckled softly to himself. He even passed by the small river and threw a couple stones into it. Whenever he was home, it made him realize just how lucky and how blessed he is to be able to follow his dreams but he’ll never forget where he came from. He’ll never forget the people in his small town, the same people who got to watch Harry grow into the man he is now.

Harry stood outside W. Mandeville and noticed they got a new sign. He has to make sure he tells Barbara how “sophisticated” it looks, knowing it’ll bring a smile to her face. When he opened the door, the little bell above it rung. You looked up from your book and softly gasped. Never would you have thought Harry Styles would come in during your shift today.

Harry glanced around the empty lobby until his eyes finally met yours. He walked up to the counter and gave you a bright smile. “Hello.”

You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Hello Mr. Styles.”

Harry chuckled and leaned on the counter slightly. “Mr. Styles?”

You chuckled yourself and glanced at the giant poster they had. Harry followed your gaze and laughed loudly. It was a giant poster of him when he used to work there holding a loaf of bread. You nodded and smiled at him, “It seems rude to call you anything else given your status here.”

Harry admired the girl in front of him. Rather than jumping up and down and screaming his name, you were unfazed that he was here. You even called him Mr. Styles for goodness’ sake. He hummed, “Mm. You can call me Harry. And you are?” He raised his hand for you to shake.

You took his hand and ignored the tingling feeling, “Y/N.”

Harry took his hand back, feeling a spark as well and started walking around, admiring all the pasties and desserts in the display. “I just wanted to pay Barbara and the others a little visit. Is anyone here?”

You shook your head, watching him. “Just me. Everyone’s gone home for the day.”

Harry looked over at you from where the rolls were kept. “They trust you to close the shop?”

You chuckled and crossed your arms. “Why is that so hard to believe?”

Harry shrugged his shoulders and muttered, “They never trusted me to close when I worked here..”

You chuckled softly, “Maybe because you would’ve closed much more earlier than you should’ve.” Harry smiled, dimples coming out. “Probably.”

You glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed it was time for you to start cleaning up for the days. You clapped your hands together, “Is there anything I can get you, Harry?”

Harry glanced at the pie display. “Maybe a meat and potato pie.” You nodded your head and began getting a bag ready before Harry loudly caught your attention, “Oh and a slice of the carrot cake! Been cravin’ it since I got here.”

You cut a piece of the cake and neatly wrapped it up for him and placed it next to the bag that contained the pie. Harry reached for his wallet before you stopped him. “Oh don’t even worry about it.”

Harry arched his eyebrow at you, “Are you sure?”

You chuckled and began putting everything in a take away bag for him, “If the ladies found out I charged their precious Harry, they’ll have my ass on the line.” You handed the bag to him, “Was there anything else I could do for you, Harry?”

He took the bag from you and gave you a kind smile. “It’s alright. Thanks, Y/N.”

You smiled and walked around from the counter. “Let me walk you out.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to.” Harry interrupted. You laughed before replying, “I need to lock the doors after you leave.”

Harry’s cheeks turned a slight pink as he began walking to the doors. He looked back at you, “It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

You smiled up at him, opening the door for him. “Same to you, Harry.”

“Where you off to, love?” Anne asked as she saw Harry opening the door. Harry paused and shut the door and looked at his mother. “Just heading down to the bakery.”

Anne shot his son a questioning look. “Again?”

Harry scratched the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly at his mother. “The ladies weren’t there yesterday. Want to give them a proper hello.” And see if Y/N is working today.

Anne nodded and walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Alright. Make sure to grab something for pudding tonight then.”


“Barbara!” Harry yelled out, giving the sweet old lady a hug. While he did he couldn’t help but glance to see if you were at the counter. He was a little bummed to see that you weren’t.

“Oh, my sweet boy! What are you doing back home?” Barbara reached up and grabbed his cheeks, unable to help herself. She loved Harry as if he was her own grandson.

Harry laughed and grabbed her hands, “You know what? I came to visit you specifically, Barbara.”

Barbara howled in laughter and pinched his arm. “Oh, Harry.”

Harry smiled and noticed you coming from the back of the store with a try filled with sausage rolls. You placed the tray down and looked up to see Harry already smiling at you, “Oh, Harry. Nice to see you again.”

Harry nodded, “Nice to see you, Y/N.”

Barbara glanced between the both of you, “You two met already?”

Before you got the chance to respond, Harry replied, “I came yesterday looking for you, love! Broke my heart that you weren’t here!”

You chuckled and proceeded to put the rolls in their designated place. Barbara chuckled, “Y/N’s been a blessing! Been helping me so much I can take a couple breaks every now and then.”

You yelled out, “As you deserve!”

Harry smiled and softly said, “Y/N’s something.”

Barbara heard the little comment and couldn’t help the thought sneaking into her head. If there’s anything she doesn’t love more it’s playing match maker. She called out, “Y/N? How about you take a break yourself, love?”

You walked back towards the cash register and picked up the notebook used to write down inventory. “It’s fine, Barbara!”

“Nonsense! You’ve worked since this morning. Go on and take a roll and have a proper break. Harry will join you, won’t you Harry?”

Harry and placed his hands into the pockets on his jeans, “Uh. Sure! If you’ll have me.”

You sighed and nodded your head. You quickly grabbed two rolls for the both of you and began walking towards Barbara and Harry.

Harry gave Barbara a quick kiss on the cheek and a promise to be back soon and began walking towards the door. You leaned and whispered in her ear, “You cheeky woman, you.”

Barbara laughed and watched as the both of you left and smiled a victory smile.

You and Harry found yourselves swinging on the sing set not to far away from the shop getting to know one another. You laughed at Harry’s story of how when he worked at the bakery, he accidentally dropped an entire tray of freshly baked cupcakes.

In between his own laughter Harry said, “I’m surprised I wasn’t fired then and there! It was Easter! You know we busy the shop got!”

You nodded your head, having to clench your stomach from laughing so much, “Please! Those ladies in there love you! They would never fire you!”

Harry smiled and turned in his swing so he could look at you properly. “They seem fond of you as well.”

You smiled and shrugged your shoulders. “I love all of them. They’re like family at this point.”

Harry hummed in agreement. One of the best things about working at the bakery was that everyone treated him like he was their own. That and they let him be their guinea pig when trying new dessert recipes.

You glanced at your watch, “I better get back and help close the shop.”

Harry nodded and stood up from the swing. He patted the imaginary dust from his clothes, “Let me walk you back.”

The two of you walked the short way back to the store. You reached out to grab the door handle before Harry stopped you, “I know this is sudden. But can I take you out tonight?”

You smiled, looking into Harry’s hopeful eyes. “Let me help them real quick. I’ll be out in a couple of minutes.”

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[Remus x Reader] The Lupins.

Originally posted by harrypottersources

Anon:  Hey I was wondering if you would write something about Remus x reader where they have a daughter (maybe 10 yrs old) and Remus is like a total over protective dad and makes up crazy rules like “no dating until you’re 42 three months twelve days and 14 hours” and maybe throw in Sirius (he can be her god father idk) and he’s like “don’t worry, I’ll take you to the strip club when you’re 18” lol idk I thought it’d be funny

A/N: Okay, so this one went a bit wild. Thanks for the request anon! It was a funny and refreshing idea. I hope you will like it! Requests are open, and here is my Masterlist if you are interested in it :)


You were bustling around the kitchen, a delicious smell lingering in the air, as you prepared the food, for tonight’s Christmas party. Everyone was coming, so there was a lot of things that had to be done. Lily and Marlene were going to come a bit earlier to help you out, so that left your children and your husband in charge of cleaning the house up. For now, everything was going just as you planned.
“Mmmm what smells so good?” Remus exclaimed cheerfully, as he walked into the kitchen.
“Shouldn’t you be cleaning the living room, love?” you smirked, not turning your gaze from the pot in which you were melting some chocolate. He chuckled and hugged you from behind.
“Already done. Don’t you think I deserve a reward?” he whispered in your ear, making you giggle.
“Fine” you sighed “I will leave you some of it” he grinned and kissed your cheek.
“You are an angel, do I say that often enough?”
“Only if it includes chocolate related things, you cheeky little thing” you said as you turned the gas off.
“That’s not true!” he argued and spun you around, the grin still spread across his face.
When he stopped, he pulled you closer to himself.
“How did I get so lucky?” he looked at you, and once again you felt like a teenager standing at the top of the Astronomy Tower, getting lost in his green eyes.
“You tell me” you smiled, as he leaned in and pressed his lips onto yours. It was only in his arms, that you felt loved, treasured and safe. It was the place that always felt like home.
“Ugh, please not in the kitchen” you pulled away, as you saw your kids standing in the entrance, a look of terror spread across their faces. You both chuckled, but chose to ignore their request.
“Have you finished cleaning?” you asked trying to change the subject.
“Yes, Mommy” said the two at the same time, as they seated themselves at the kitchen table, cleaning brushed still in their hands.
“Well done” you smiled, and kissed their foreheads.
You and Remus had two children. Eleanor, which was already thirteen and a nine-year-old Tommy. You both loved them endlessly, knowing, you would do anything for them.
As you proceeded to pour the melted chocolate over your cake, with Tommy eagerly wanting to participate in the procedure, you heard a loud screech coming from the nearby window.
Knowing it would be an owl, you asked Remus to get the letters.
Once he did, he put the stack on the kitchen counter and started to flip trough it. Suddenly he pulled one out, a frown quickly appearing on his face.
“Elle, there is a letter for you” he said, already turning in order to give it to her.
“Really?” she smiled, eagerly taking the white piece of parchment.
As soon as she opened it, she nibbled on her lower lip, a blush slowly covering her cheeks.
“Well, who is it from?” you asked, clearly intrigued by the situation.
“It’s from Steven” she mumbled quietly, her gaze still fixated on the letter.
“What Steven?” Remus asked, already hovering over her head, in order to read some of its content.
“What does he want from you?” he asked, as she shoved the piece of paper in her pocket.
You could feel the sense of protectiveness radiating from him. He often acted this way, especially if he was jealous, or when someone wanted to interfere in your family’s matters, without his approval.
He easily over exaggerated, so it was your job to bring him back to his senses.
“It’s probably nothing, love “ you said trying to calm him down “Right, Elle?”
“He only asked me to accompany him to Hogsmeade next week” she stated, regaining her courage.
“He did what?!” he shouted in disbelief.
“Remus, it’s only a date” you frowned and folded your arms across your chest.
“She is only 13!”
“That’s when we started dating too” you sighed and rolled your eyes at him.
“But that is not the point!”
“Calm down you two, he is not my boyfriend. For now, he is just a friend” Elle said, trying to somehow end the discussion.
“Eleanor, there is no such thing as female-male friendship” Remus said firmly, as he looked her in the eyes.
“Excuse me?” you raised your eyebrow in surprise “ So what were we?”
“Yes, we were friends, and you know very well what we did Y/N”
“What did you do?” Tommy said with an innocent voice, not really understanding what was going on.
“Nothing!” you blushed and glared at Remus “ So what, are James and Sirius my enemies?”
“Someone called me?” Sirius exclaimed as he and Marlene walked into the kitchen, carrying two containers filled with food.
“Sirius, thank Merlin! Can you help me with this one” you pointed at your husband, which all at once raised his hands up as if he had done nothing wrong.
“Moony why are you endangering your relationship?” he asked with amusement, and chuckled, as Remus gave him a betrayed look.
“He wants to put me in a celibate” Elle shouted, trying to get advantage of the current situation.
“You really are a small copy of your mother”
“She is not allowed to go out with anyone until I say so” Remus stated firmly
“Oh really, and when will be that?” Sirius teased.
“Never if I can help it. I’m going to owl Minerva. And you young lady don’t even think about going out with anyone” he stormed out of the kitchen, pretending not to hear the objections and groans, that left his daughters mouth.
“I will take care of it” you padded her arm and followed your husband, eventually ending up in the library. Of course, he would choose the library.
“Remus, what is going on?” you said as you closed the door behind you “It’s starting to be ridiculous, don’t you think?”
“It’s just…“ he started, as he collapsed on his favorite armchair "I don’t want her to get hurt. You know how it goes ”
“Listen, love” you came closer and started to rub his shoulders “You can’t help it. It’s a step in her life that she has to experience by herself, in order to learn from her mistakes, that she eventually will make”
“I know, but the thought of her, having her heart broken, is so terrifying.”
“Don’t worry. Everything is going to be fine. Just let her live her life” You smiled, and kissed his cheek, sensing that you finally convinced him, to let it go.
"And do not even dare to write about such things to McGonagall” you said as you offered him your hand, in order to make him stand up.
“Yeah, I don’t really know what I was thinking” he laughed nervously and brushed a hand trough his gray hair.
Just as the two of you were about to enter back into the kitchen, you heard Sirius’s voice, coming from the inside.
“Don’t worry little one, when you will turn eighteen I will take you to a male strip club”
This time you and Remus were on the same side.

The Forgotten One

The Forgotten One

Steve Rogers x  reader

Part 1

So I had an idea and started writing a fic and in about an hour is was 1700 words so I am going to split it in to 2. 


   You were in love with Steve Rogers, and he didn’t care about you at all. At first you were depressed, then kind of numb but after what had happened in Germany while you waited for him to get his shield back from Sharon Carter you were just done with it all. For years you had been a teammate and you thought a friend to him and now he was standing 10 feet away from you kissing the “love of his life”’s niece just weeks after Peggy’s death. All you could think while Bucky and Sam smirked at him was “What the hell is going on here?”. The same man who had specifically told you a month before Peggy’s death that he just didn’t have time for romance was now kissing Sharon Carter.

   “You can’t just leave, (Y/N), Wanda said from behind you as you continued stuffing clothes and other essentials into a duffle bag.

     You knew you were all safe in Wakanda for now and that the rest of “Team Cap” were planning to stay for a while to help Bucky. You normally would have been there for him as you had been for the others but at the moment your nerves were stretched thin and a certain Captain was at the center of all the jumbled thoughts running through your head.

    “Wanda I love you but I have to go. You don’t understand.” You said not even glancing in her direction knowing you would immediately break down in tears.

     “If I don’t understand then tell me what is going on. Why did you start packing today?” Wanda was pacing your room now, her accent becoming thicker the more upset she got.

    You just stood there for a moment and took a deep breath. Then you made a decision, she deserved an answer but you couldn’t explain so you said the only thing you could think of, “Wanda, I know you can read my mind so do that because I can’t tell you what I’m doing.”

    Wanda stood there looking shocked as you bowed your head and continued to breath deeply trying hard not to block her out. After a few seconds she gasped and began to walk toward you with a look of such sympathy that the tears you had been trying to hide began slipping down your cheeks and you hands began to shake.

     You tried to control your power but when you got upset they became unpredictable and you disappeared from Wanda’s sight and she mumbled “Oh, sweetie”, using her red glow to shower a few sparks over you so she could hug you.

      You knew what she had seen. The years of being alone and ignored until SHIELD had found you in a foster home. No family, no friends, and not an ounce of self esteem. You had been trained for combat, taught to shoot, and you had made friends. You had eventually even begun to date and had a couple of not so successful relationships but they never got you down because you had parted as friends.  

        Then Fury drafted you in to the Avengers. When they flew you to the carrier you were excited to see Natasha but she had been talking to Captain America. Having never met him before you had gone invisible due to nervousness and walked past Nat, poking her in the back with your elbow, causing her to stutter momentarily before continuing her conversation.

         You had not fought in New York as much as the others, using your power of invisibility and force field to shield civilians and moving them from the streets and into the subway tunnels. After everything was said and done you had become a valued part of the team you thought. There had been parties, training, movie nights, and family dinners. There had been mission after mission culminating in helping Steve search for Bucky. Unfortunately that had led to a break in your little family but none of that hurt as much as being in love with someone who basically acted like you were invisible all the time lately.

         Natasha walked in on Wanda with her arm wrapped around you, tears running down the younger girl’s cheeks and you still partially transparent due to your emotions and immediately said “So ladies, who am I going to have to kill tonight?”

         You and Wanda broke apart and you took a couple of deep breaths and began to head toward the bathroom for your toiletries, asking Wanda to explain things to Nat.

Time skip to dinner

      T’challa, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Wanda, Nat and Scott  sat around the formal dining table, the men talking about random things and the women just shooting each other looks then glaring daggers at Steve. After the first course Sam happened to look down the table next to Nat and ask “Where is (Y/N)?”

       “She requested dinner in her room.” T’challa answered, turning back to his conversation with Scott.

        Frowning, Steve turned to Natasha and Wanda and asked “Is (Y/N) sick or something?”

        Neither Nat nor Wanda answered, instead they gave each other a look, not glancing back at Steve and picked up their utensils and placed them on their plates and proceeded to take their dinners and wine glasses and leave the room with a not overly polite “Excuse us!” thrown to the room in general. As they exited dramatically Bucky turned to Steve and muttered “What did you do, punk?” to which Steve just shook his head in bewilderment.

     The knock on your bedroom door took you by surprise because you knew that everyone should be at dinner. When you opened it there stood Nat and Wanda with their dinners and smirks on their faces.

     “If this is your last night with us we are going to have a sleepover.” Nat said pushing past you and taking her dinner to the small table in your room, Wanda trailing behind her.

      “You guys are the best” you said with a small smile as you joined them and laughed along with them as you each recounted funny stories from various missions including when Tony had stepped out of his suit and left it in guard dog mode, tripped and fell in a huge mud puddle.

      After a couple hours, a couple bottles of wine, and a mountain of junk food sent up from the kitchen everyone was getting sleepy so you decided to take a shower so you would be ready to leave in the morning. As soon as they heard the water switch on in the bathroom Nat and Wanda looked at each other sadly and decided to come up with a plan to get you to stay.

       “Nat, we have to do something. She is so unhappy. I looked inside her head and it is chaos and I don’t know how she is living with that burning ache in her chest. I was only in her mind for seconds and I felt like I couldn’t breathe.” Wanda said, her eyes tearing up again as everything she saw replayed in her head.

    “What exactly did you see? I knew she liked Steve, hell the first week after he joined the Avengers she would go invisible whenever he entered a room, but I didn’t know she was still crushing on him so hard.”

      “It’s not a crush Natasha. She loves him. She loves him more than she loves herself. I saw all these moments over the last few years. They would go for coffee or go out to lunch, he would hold her hand or give her a kiss on the cheek and she would melt inside. He would snuggle up to her on movie nights or rest his head on her shoulder while she was cooking. Then a couple months ago she got up the courage to ask him on an actual date and he said he didn’t have time to get romantically involved and then in Germany he kissed Sharon Carter right in front of her while she was shielding Steve, Sharon, Bucky, and Sam with her forcefield and hiding their cars.”

      Natasha’s mouth dropped open and she muttered something like “Oh no he didn’t”. She jumped to her feet and raced out of the room leaving Wanda speechless.

  “STEVE ROGERS!!!! Where are you hiding you All-American asshole?” Nat yelled as she banged on Steve’s door. When the door swung open to show Steve looking at her with a half smile Nat almost punched him but due to her inebriated state and the fact that Bucky read her intentions and grabbed her arm she settle for rattling off a tirade in Russian (Steve only recognizing when she said Sharon’s name) and aiming a kick toward his groin that he easily side stepped.

   “What the hell is wrong with you Nat?” Steve asked and was shocked when she spit at him, pushed Bucky off her arm and walked away.

    “You messed up bad kid,” Bucky said shaking his head at Steve. “The Russian she was speaking was basically how she would like to carve you into little pieces and throw you to the wolves, balls first.”

     “But what did I do Buck?”

     “You broke her best friend’s heart.” Bucky said sadly then turned to head to his own room, not even finishing the movie he and Steve had been watching.

      Steve stood frozen in place. He didn’t know what to do. Should he go talk to Natasha? No, she was too angry right now. He should talk to (Y/N). He didn’t understand how he had broken her heart.

      Making up his mind he went toward the room T’challa had assigned (Y/N) and knocked on the door. When it swung open revealing Wanda and a still angry Nat he sighed and asked “What is going on?” to which he got a jumble of Russian curse words and Sokovian tossed at him and the door slammed in his face. He hadn’t even seen (Y/N) in the room. Was she hiding from him by going invisible?

   He decided to go back to his room and sort it out in the morning. Little did he know the restless night of sleep waiting for him… 

Sorry, can I use your shower?

Originally posted by mybuckygoes

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Excessive fluff???, a few swear words

Word count: 1918

A/N- Some of you may have seen this story before. I wrote it a while ago on a side blog that I used to run. I wanted to transition my writing onto a main blog so I’m going to repost it here to get my account some more recognition! Don’t worry I’m not steling anyone else’s work :) enjoy

Summary: Your shower stops working at the end of a very long day. You are forced to ask your next door neighbor, who happens to be the winter soldier, to bathe in his apartment. Fluff ensues.

Your POV

 The door to your apartment creaked open as you entered and you slammed it shut behind you with your foot.You placed the four groccery bags in your hand onto the kitchen counter and headed straight for the bathroom. Today had been a very long day and you were in very desperate need of a shower.
Working in customer service isn’t exactly the most stress free job. People are rude to you even though you did not cause the laptop they were going to buy to increase $30 in price from yesterday. The hot water and lavender smelling soap would solve everything, so you striped naked and grabbed a towel out of the cabinet under the sink.

As you slung your towel over the wall of the shower, you reached inside to turn it on. A loud hissing noise emitted from the shower head as you turned the knob. No water came out, it just kept hissing. You turned the shower off and proceeded to bang your head against the shower wall. This is not what you needed right now.

Naked and frustrated, you put on your robe and securely tied the ribbon around your waist. Tugging your Y/H/C hair into a bun-like-mess, you stomped through your living room and out the front door.

“I’m going to take this fucking shower if it kills me”

You turned to the door of your closest neighbor and marched down the hall. You knocked on the door and waited for whoever lived there to answer you, trying not to think about the fact that it is nighttime and you are walking around your apartment building in a robe.

Your neighbor came to the door and looked relatively flustered to see you standing there in only a robe with some sort of frustrated scowl on your face. You smiled up at the man. He was very handsome with shoulder length dark hair and striking blue eyes. It was surprising that you had never noticed him around the building before.

Bucky’s POV

Steve and I were in the middle of watching an episode of Bob’s Burgers on netflix when a relatively aggressive knock sounded at my front door. I looked over at Steve and rolled my eyes.

“You didn’t order a pizza without telling me so you could pick the toppings again, did ya?”

“Nah not this time Buck, I swear”

He smirked at me mockingly and I rolled my eyes again, but got up to answer the door. I strode through and kitchen and to the front of my apartment preparing to tell whoever it was to fuck off when I realised it was my neighbor from down the hall.

But not just any neighbor. This was the neighbor I had been obsessing about since she moved in just over 2 months ago. I just never gathered enough courage to actually speak to her. She was absolutely beautiful, and charming in the way that she walked and I was captivated since the first time I saw her.
I looked down and realised that she was only covered in a robe and immediately lost any words that I could’ve thought to say.

“Hey, I know it’s late and I don’t mean to interrupt you if you’re in the middle of anything but you see, I had a really long day and I’m so tired and then my shower wasn’t working.Oh my gosh and we don’t even know each other’s names; I’m Y/N by the way; and now I’m just rambling. What I meant to say was: Sorry, can I use your shower?

Flustered I looked at her and then behind me inside of my home and managed to get out the word “sure” and let her inside.

I led her inside and closed the door behind us. Steve looked up from the TV when he heard me talking to someone. He raised an eyebrow at me when he spotted Y/N walking in front of me. He knew about my little crush and was always pressuring me to gather enough courage to talk to her. He shot me a look that clearly said now is your chance, you jerk and then turned back around to continue watching his show.

I rolled my eyes behind his back and began to lead Y/N to the bathroom.

“Oh I’m Bucky, I don’t think I told you my name out there. It’s nice to officially meet you Y/N”

I was practically shaking but I finally spoke to her. She looked at me and smiled big.

“It’s nice to meet you Bucky. Thanks for letting me use your shower. Today has been quite a mess for me and I really need to bathe”  

Her tone was light and airy I grinned. This was going well.

I continued to lead her to the bathroom and once we got there I showed her how to operate the shower.

“Yeah you just have to pull the knob out and then twist it counterclockwise. The water is a comfortable temperature right around here. Sorry about all this, you know how touchy showers can be”

She laughed and nodded her head in agreement.
“Oh don’t I know it. Thanks for everything Bucky. I won’t be long and then I’ll be out of your hair”

She touched my arm as she said this and my skin tingled. I nodded at her and smiled as I left her to shower.

I walked back into the living room and tried not to draw Steve’s attention. He knew how much I adored her and he was sure to make a big deal about all of this. I only talked about my cute neighbor from down the hall all the damn time.
Steve didn’t say anything obnoxious for the first few minutes after I sat down, but then he couldn’t control himself anymore. He looked over at me and just smirked before he said something that only Steve would think to say at a time like this.

“Sorry to say this pal but she’s way out of your league”

“Steve, I already figured that out”

“You should definitely ask her out” He smirked at me but I could tell he was serious.

“You just said that she was out of my league”

“Buck, that doesn’t mean you can’t ask her out. I know how much you like her” I rolled my eyes at this.

“But wouldn’t that be weird. We’ve never even talked before today. I don’t know Steve, I’d be kinda devastated if she said no”

“Oh come on Buck, when have you ever been one to be shy around the ladies?”

“Since I genuinely like one of them” Now it was Steve’s turn to roll his eyes at me.

“Just think about it”

We were both so caught up in our conversation that we didn’t hear the shower turn off a few minutes back and the bathroom door slowly open as Y/N listened to us talk about her.

Your POV

The hot water did wonders for your nerves, but determined to keep your promise to Bucky you made your shower short and was finished in a matter of minutes. The towel he laid out for you was soft and you dried your hair and body quickly before putting your robe back on.

You could hear voices from down the hall and curiously opened the door to the bathroom as quietly as possible and crept down the hall a little so that you could hear the voices clearer.You weren’t aware that Bucky had a friend over which made you tug the robe around your body a little tighter.

“You just said that she was out of my league” Bucky said, sounding kind of annoyed.

“Buck, that doesn’t mean you can’t ask her out. I know how much you like her” Were they talking about you? You had only met him today. Not that you would be upset about seeing Bucky around more. The thought of going out with him actually made heat rise to your cheeks. He was very handsome and very sweet.

“But wouldn’t that be weird. We’ve never even talked before today. I don’t know Steve, I’d be kinda devastated if she said no” Yup, they were talking about you.

“Oh come on Buck, when have you ever been one to be shy around the ladies?”

“Since I genuinely like one of them”

“Just think about it”

You smiled big at this and waited a few seconds to make your presence known. You then walked into the living area and cleared your throat.

“Hey Bucky, I’m all finished in there. Thanks again for everything. I hope I didn’t interrupt your evening”

“Don’t worry about it Y/N. It was no trouble really”

“I’ve got to be going then” You told him hoping that he would stand to walk you out.

“I’ll walk you back to your door, if that’s alright” You nodded your head and he followed you out of the living room.

As you walked next to him down the hallway, you felt yourself gravitate towards him and you realised that he was probably too nervous to ask you out like you had hope he would. This one would be up to you. Every now and again you brushed your arm against his “accidentally” and smiled to yourself. Finally you reached your door. You both looked at each other for a few seconds before speaking.

“I was wondering-” You both said in unison but quickly cut yourselves off and smiled. Bucky motioned for you to go first, while blushing.

“Well, I was just wondering if maybe you’d want to go out sometime. Maybe we can grab some coffee tomorrow. I’m buying” His blush spread all throughout his face.

“Yeah I would love to Y/N” he managed to stammer out while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Okay great, how does 9:30 sound?”

“Good” He responded seemingly in a daze.

“Alright well I’ll see you tomorrow morning then” you said and squeezed his hand. He waved as he turned to walk down the hallway. But suddenly he spun around as if he forgot something.

“Wait, would it be completely inappropriate if I kissed you right now?” You shook your head at him, took a few steps forward, and wound your arms around his neck. He bent down to kiss you and carefully placed one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek.

You pulled him closer to you and heard him sigh happily into the kiss. You both pulled away simultaneously, breathless and blushing. He gently took your hand and raised it to his lips and left a ghost of a kiss there.

Bucky’s POV

As I walked away from her down the hallway my confidence swelled so I turned to look at her.

“Until tomorrow” I said softly and winked at her before heading inside my apartment and sliding my back down the door. I rested on the ground for awhile before getting up and heading towards my bedroom with a big smile on my face.

“So I’ll assume that went well” Steve smirked as I walked passed him.
But all I could think to say was “I’m going to marry that girl someday”

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Request: yes

Plot/request: can I request a Jason Todd x reader, where when he lived on the street, reader would give him good and necessities, as reader came from a well off family, they don’t speak again until Jason (as Red hood) saves reader? Thanks, <3

Word count:961

Warning(s): a mugging type thing 

A/N: this isn’t my best work and I’m sorry and I’m also sorry that my internet shut off and I have to post this on my phone.

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Play That Song - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by stillthinkingmayn

A/N - I apologise for any initial errors, it’s 2 in the afternoon and I’ve drank a lot of Cider, anywho this is based off that Train song - Play That Song. It’s been in my head all day long.

Bucky x Reader - Bucky requests the same song everytime you guys go out which makes you think of him and how much you miss him when he’s not around.

Warnings: None, just much needed fluff.

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Amore || Jack Maynard

Originally posted by joeck

Requests are currently [ CLOSED ]

Masterlist can be found [ HERE ]

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Jack desperately wants to get a new tattoo, but has no inspiration whatsoever.

A/N: Sorry for not posting much lately guys, I hope I can get back to a regular update schedule at some point soon. But for now bare with me, lovelies!!xx

It all started when Jack was recording a video with Mikey and Conor and the subject of tattoos was thrown around. One of the questions asked what his latest tattoo was, and even though neither of the boys had any idea, the idea of once again getting a new piece of ink got him thinking. He’d known for months that he wanted something else on his right arm, and he’d been scouring the internet for ideas, but came up with nothing.

And then, one day, you walked into his apartment after driving back from visiting Zoe and Alfie in Brighton, and proceeded to immediately sprint into his bedroom and throw yourself at him, laughing loudly when he quickly wraps his arms around you and flips you over so that he was hovering over you. He brushes his lips against your and looks into your eyes with a wide smile which you reciprocated. “What are you doing home so early? Thought you said you’d probably be coming back later tonight to avoid traffic?”

You grin and kiss his lips shortly. “Wanted to surprise you.” You look over your shoulder at the camera and umbrella lights with a squint. “What’re you filming?”

“Well, I was gonna do prank calls; but then I changed my mind.” He says, and you look at him with your eyebrows furrowed. You part your lips to ask why, but before you can he presses his lips back against yours and grips onto your hips; causing you to groan and push him away, only to giggle at the pout on his lips.

You push yourself into a sitting position and kiss him quickly before pulling away and grinning at him. “You need to film.” Even with your insistent tone, he still continued to pout. “How about we film the girlfriend tag? You’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.” You remind him softly, leaning forward and pushing your thumb across his jutted out lip.

He sighs quietly, and stares at you for a few seconds before sighing and nodding, gripping your cheeks in his hands and kissing you for just a while longer before pulling away and brushing his nose against yours as you look into his eyes with a smile. “I have the questions ready in a file; are we just playing it normally or are we putting a twist on things?”

“Keep in mind that I did just drive for almost three hours straight.” She laughs, looking into the viewfinder and fixing his hair as Jack walked behind the camera to make sure everything was in focus. She looks up at him over the camera and wiggles her eyebrows playfully, laughing slightly when he rolled his eyes and smirked. As he clicked a few buttons, you lean forward and rest your chin in your hand. “Have you heard Lady Gaga’s new song yet?”

“Yeah, it’s alright.” He shrugs, smiling down at the camera and worming his way back around to sit beside her at the end of his bed.

She nods slowly and yawns into her hand before talking. “It’s very un-Gaga-like.”

Jack pushed you playfully, throwing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. “Hello everybody, welcome back to my channel. Today I’m joined by my girlfriend, (Y/N).”

She pokes his cheek with her index finger before turning her head and smiling widely at the camera. “Hello! I apologize for looking like I’ve been dragged through a pretty rough hedge, I just drove back from the Zalfie household where I spent the weekend, as many of you guys will already know.” She turns to look at Jack and laughs at the look on his face. “I’m sorry! I’m a talker, that’s just who I am!”

“Whilst I can get a few words in, I’ll let you know what we’re going to be doing today. Now, a few minutes ago I was under the impression that little miss here wouldn’t be home until later on tonight, and so I planned on doing a part two to my prank call video. But, now that she’s here, and I’ve missed her ever so much.” He winks at the camera, and you roll your eyes. “We bought it’d be a good idea to film a video which has been requested more times than I can count. Guys, this is the girlfriend tag.” He raises his arms dramatically, and you look at him with your eyebrows raised.

“I’m assuming you’re going to insert some kind of effect right there.”

“You assume correctly.” He grins, scrolling through his abundance of notes on his phone until he came across the one labeled ‘the girlfriend tag’. He brings up the questions, and silently chooses one in his mind. “Okay, let’s start off with an easy one. When is my birthday?”

You pretend to think for a moment, already planning on playing with him a little. “Um, the twenty-first of November?”

Jack scoffs and shoves her lightly. “You’re such an ass.”

“I know, right?” She grins sarcastically, looking over at him and lifting her shoulders up. “I’m only kidding, mi amore. Your birthday is on the twenty-third, Conor’s is on the twenty-first and Anna’s is on June fourth.”

Jack squeezes your cheeks. “I knew you loved me!”

“Of course I love you, amore.” She rolls her eyes, kissing him quickly before taking his phone and looking for a good question. “Oh! I like this one. What are your nicknames for each other and how did they come to be?”

Jack goes first, seeing as the question was supposed to be aimed at him but seemed to be for the both of you anyways. He rests his hand on your inner thigh as he begins to talk, circling a patch of skin with his thumb. “I don’t really have a nickname for you, I usually just call you babe or babygirl, and then I obviously call you by what everyone else calls you; but that’s it I think.” He shrugs, and you nod in agreement.

“Well, I mainly call you amore, or mi amore if I’m feeling extra nice. And that’s just because of my Italian heritage; I’ve been calling people amore for my entire life, but with Jack, I don’t know, it just feels different.”

“Awh, babe.” He prolongs his words, pulling you onto his lap and kissing you softly. “I love you.”

You grin and kiss him quickly, your foreheads leaning together. “I love you more.”

And that was when Jack knew exactly what tattoo he wanted. Amore, written in a cursive font on his wrist, where he could constantly remind himself of the love he and you shared.

Amore, such a simple word, with such great meaning.


Anonymous asked: Hi ! Can I request something with Thorin, maybe modern or something after the claim of Erebor ? Where she is a costume designer for the (little) princes, and everytime they hurt themselves in the orc hunt, they come back sweaty, bloody and with holes in their clothes, she scold them and sass them as possible, And that make smile and smirk thorin, and he begins to appreciate her more and more, and they end kissing ? thank you ;)

Here is your one-shot, anon! I do not own Thorin, Fili or Kili. They belong to J.R.R.Tolkien. 

Warnings: Fluff overload. Everybody lives AU

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader, Fili, Kili

Originally posted by thorinoakenshieldconfessions

The door of your little shop opened, making you look up from your work. Standing in front of you were the two princes of Erebor and their uncle, Thorin. You stood to curtsy, but Thorin waved his hand. The two princes refused to meet your gaze, which was odd unless…“Did you rip your new cloaks already?” They gave identical, sheepish nods. You rolled your eyes. “Let me see the damage.”

               You were a designer of sorts. Your top priority was making certain Thorin and his nephews, as well as your own King Bard looked like the royalty they were. Unfortunately, the two younger Durins always managed to find trouble, meaning they needed their clothes repaired often.

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Pairing: Steve x Reader

“He’s staring again,” Magnus whispered. You looked over at the blonde man and caught his gaze. He blushed and looked away, prompting his friend to nudge him. “I think he likes you.”

You bit back a smile. “Focus on your homework.”

“But it’s so boring!” He whined. “Can’t you finish it for me?”

“Magnus, you -”

“He’s coming over!”

Startled, you looked up to find the blonde man being ushered towards your table by his friend.

“Hi there, I’m Sam and this is my friend Steve,” Sam announced, smiling at you. “You come here often?”

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Request: Could you do a oneshot where T'Challa and a best friend of Sams have been training/ sparring together and they’ve been flirting for a while but T'Challa won’t make a move because he thinks her and Sam have something going on even though they don’t. And maybe he tries to show off at sparring and teach her a few things only to find out from Sam that she’s been pretending to not know anything and she’s actually a professional MMA fighter. And maybe they finally go on a date or something!     

“You are so damn annoying why don’t you gon’ somewhere,” Sam yelled at you.

“It’s like that? Well fight me then,” you laughed, stepping closer to him and puffing your chest out like you’d seen countless men do. He laughed at you and rolled his eyes, “That’s what I thought, punk,” you laughed backing up clumsily. You were about to start unwrapping your hands when the training room doors opened.  The two of you were in Wakanda, Sam was in hiding after getting into some trouble with the Avengers courtesy of Steve Rogers, and you were just along for the ride. Sam was your best friend, you weren’t going to let him go in hiding in a beautiful place like Wakanda all alone.

You turned around, expecting to see Steve. He had been around lately, but to your surprise and satisfaction it was King T'Challa.

“You keep steppin’ up to me like you gon’ do something, I’d like to see you try,” Sam pushed you while you weren’t paying attention, and you jumped at him, causing him to stumble back a few steps.

“That’s two for flinchin’” you teased punching him in the arm, before turning back to T'Challa, “hello, your highness, what can we do for you today?” you were no stranger to the king of Wakanda, not at all. When ever you were training with Sam or Steve he wasn’t too far away. He was in clothes made for working out, which intrigued you. From what you heard from Sam, T'Challa could hold his own in a fight.

“I was wondering if you’d like a challenge,” T'Challa offered.

“That’s cold,” Sam complained.

You paid him no mind, “I’d like that,” you tucked in the small piece of the hand wrap that you had undone in preparation to leave.  Sam moved out of the way, stepping out of the ring to watch you kick T'Challa’s ass. You did no such thing however, T'Challa had you pinned in seconds, and Sam was very confused as to why you let it happen, because you had obviously allowed him to press you down against the padded floor of the ring.

“Wow, looks like I am in for a challenge, tell me how you did that,” you asked, feigning real interest. Sam rolled his eyes, he’d seen you do this before. He sat on the sidelines watching with pure amusement as you let T'Challa walk you through moves and techniques you were extremely well versed in. After a few hours of that the two of you called it quits.

“Why don’t you come by tomorrow, and teach me a little bit more,” you offered, batting your eyelashes innocently.

“Of course.” T'Challa nodded.

You hopped out of the ring and rejoined Sam who was giving you a weird look, “What?” you demanded once you were out of the room.

“I don’t know if that’s a tree you wanna bark up. I mean that dude is really into cats.”

“Well I’ve got a p-”

“Don’t!” he yelled at you, “god I walked right into that joke,” he sighed.

“Steve’s rubbing off on you, since when are you bothered by dirty jokes.”

“I don’t want to think about you in that context it’s weird. So, how long you plan on keeping this up?”

“As long as it takes the King of Wakanda to ask me on a date. I mean he is just… he’s gorgeous. How is he single?”

“I was trying to tell you he’s a cat lady, he literally dresses up as a giant cat.”

“And you dress up as a bird, you’re point?” you threw back.

“Oh so that’s the card you wanna play huh?”

“Don’t get your feather’s in a bunch, big bird.”

Sam caught you in a headlock and proceeded to mess up your hair, you jabbed him in the ribs to get out of it, “Ow! Dammit. Why don’t you do that to T'Challa?”

“Because sometimes I like being pinned,” you shrugged.

“You know what, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye,” you walked your separate ways. The next morning you went to the training room alone, meeting T'Challa there. Again you pretended not to know a thing, and let him walk you through the motions. Sometimes you would purposefully get your stance wrong so that he would step behind you and place his hands on you waist to correct it. His hands sometimes  skimmed over the skin over your arms, putting them in the right position testing their strength. In moments where you’d put all that you’d learn together you’d still let him take you down, for the feeling of his heavy body pinning you down. At the end of your second “training session” you hit the padded floor of the ring and T'Challa held your hands behind your back.

“Oh fudge,” you spoke, your voice marred by your heavy breathing.

“You’re getting better,” he congratulated as he got off of you. You rolled over on your back and smiled at him.

“You never go easy on me,” you playfully complained.

“I could-”

“No, I appreciate being manhandled,” you flirted and held up your hand for him to pull you up. He did so, but did little more than laugh at your flirtation.

“Well that will be all for today. I will see you same time tomorrow.”

This song and dance went on longer than you thought it would, and you began to think maybe he just wasn’t into you. Naturally, you brought this possible problem to Sam. You fell back on the sofa beside him with a loud huff. He didn’t respond keeping his eyes on whatever game was being played on the T.V. Therefore, you groaned again louder this time, hoping that would grab his attention. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye then looked back at the T.V. You groaned louder and he let his head fall back on the back of the couch.

“What is the matter, Y/N?” he asked in a robotic voice.

“T'Challa is just teaching me how to fight! He’s not making a move! And I’m flirting really hard.”

“Maybe you should ask him out?” Sam suggested.

“What if he’s not into that?”

“Then he’s not worth the effort.”

“Saaaaam” you whined, “I really like him.”

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

“ I don’t know, nothing I guess,” you sighed.

Sam rolled his eyes and went back to watching the gam while you sat and did the same, sometimes breaking your silence to make fun of the players and the referees. The next day when you were supposed to meet up with T'Challa in the training  room Sam stopped him.

“Are you into Y/N?” Sam asked in a bored voice. T'Challa was absolutely affronted by the question.

“I’m only teaching her how to fight. ” he responded.

“Well she knows how to fight… she’s an MMA fighter well she was, she’s been letting you win so you would ‘teach’ her” he air quoted.

“Why would she-”

“Because she has a crush on you or what ever. I don’t pretend to understand her logic, but if you’re not into her you should probably tell her.”

“I… thought you two were together,” T'Challa stated awkwardly.

“What? Nah, man, she’s my best friend, met her a while ago in a tour through Iraq, there’s nothing but friendship and occasional annoyance between us.”

“Oh, I assumed because I always saw the two of you together that…”

“Man do you think I would let my girl get daily fighting lessons from some other guy? No, I wouldn’t, so if you like her then go ask her to lunch or something. I’m tired of hearing her complain about how you haven’t made a move,” Sam huffed, already exhausted with the conversation.

“I will, thank you Sam.”

“Yeah, don’t mention it… at all. Ever.”  Sam gave T'Challa to make sure he knew he was serious and then he left, going the direct opposite direction of the training room. T'Challa continued into the room and found you there stretching. Of course he was into you, with your beautiful rich skin, dazzling smile, and wit, how could he not be.  You grinned as you watched him enter.

“I think I might actually beat you this time,” you announced. T'Challa rose an eyebrow at you and you tilted your head curiously.

“Are you going to actually give me a challenge,” he asked with cocky smile.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I heard that you might be more skilled than you’ve be letting on.”

You started to feign innocence but the look he gave you told you he already knew the truth, “You talked to Sam didn’t you?” you pouted.

“He told me not to mention it.”

“I just wanted to-”

“How about we both change and have lunch instead,” he offered. Your face was blank with shock.


“You’re an interesting woman, Y/N. I’d like to get to know you outside of the ring. Is that alright with you?”

“Absolutely, yes.”

~Mod Lillian

Imagine the world getting to know you because of Chris.

A/N: Part 3! This one’s kind of like a filler piece, if I’m being honest. Still cute, but not as cute as what’s to come. 😉😏 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; ‘She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2’)

Chris felt like throwing his phone when he saw yet another mean comment about you appear under his latest tweet. He knew it was jealousy, but it didn’t stop him from being angry. He wished he’d just kept his mouth shut until you graduated so the scrutiny and ridicule wouldn’t affect your studies, which you’d assured him a few times it hadn’t and wouldn’t. You’d been a fan of his for a while now, so you knew what his previous girlfriends went through- Jenny Slate, especially. So you were prepare for whatever the public was to throw your way, that and you had a group of very supportive and protective ladies constantly reminding you that you weren’t at all what they were saying about you: your mom, Chris’ mom and sisters, and Ava- of course. Then there were a group of writers: Salma, Taylor, Tori, amongst other names; girls you’d befriended over your years on Tumblr, who- to your surprise- swore they’d defend you despite your being with their beloved Christopher Robert Evans. As it turned out, your mini-series swayed them and they were now just happy that Chris was going to finally get the life, and love he deserved.

Chris’ phone buzzed as another comment popped up, he was about to turn off his phone when he saw that it was one of his fans defending you from the previous remark. He smiled because there seemed to be more in support of his relationship with you than against, so perhaps he didn’t really have all that much to complain about. His publicist was in agreement about not complaining as she was using his successful relationship with a fan to humanize him. She said, and he quote, “Chris Evans, all round nice guy with a heart so pure he falls in-love with the soul and not a status.” He wasn’t particularly happy about her using you to humanize him because that wasn’t what your relationship was about; he truly loved you. But you were; you wanted people to know how real and genuine Chris was, to see him as more than just Chris Evans, Captain America. You wanted people to see him as you did: underrated actor, transcendent director, amazing fiancé, and soon-to-be perfect husband and fantastic father. Your expectations may have seemed a little high to others, but you knew for a fact they weren’t unrealistic at all.

“I feel like this is my fault,” Anthony held out the latest copy of People Magazine for Chris to take, who did it and sighed upon seeing another headliner about the two of you. “I’m so sorry, man. I should have never said anything.” Chris waved him off, shrugging. “Did you at least tell Y/N it was my fault?” Anthony quizzed and got a head shake from Chris. “But I was the one who spilled the beans, I was the big mouth who said ‘bet you’re excited to get back to that fiancée of yours’ when you mentioned her name.”

“Yes you are, but she doesn’t need to know that. She won’t hold a grudge against me, but she might against you and we don’t want that considering you’ve just met each other.” Chris said and Anthony nodded in agreement, sighing at his negligence of keeping Chris’ and your engagement a secret. “She’s a fan of yours, but-”

“She’s a bigger fan of you,” Anthony rolled his eyes and Chris nodded, chuckling. “Yeah yeah, we’ve all read the damn mini-series where you’re just the perfect guy.” Anthony tried to be annoyed, but he couldn’t knowing how happy his friend was with you. “The kid really needs to stop putting you up on a pedestal and see you for the slob you really are.”

“Jealousy will get you nowhere, Mackie,” Chris joked and Anthony laughed. “At least she looks pretty in the picture,” Chris sighed with a smile when he let his gaze fall onto the magazine. The photo was a paparazzi shot of you leaving school with the headline 'Chris Evans’ fiancée, Y/N Y/L/N, star pupil at UCLA’. “God, can’t they just leave her alone?” Chris groaned, flipping open the magazine to check out the article; he was annoyed, but curious. “I know she’s interesting, but do they really need to write an article about her?”

“It’s a pretty good article, paps invading her privacy aside.” Anthony told Chris as he took Robert’s actor’s chair which was next to Chris. “They talk about her in school, the course she’s taking, and how they can see why you’re so smitten with her. It’s not one of those articles where she’s berated for how she looks, or what’s she wearing. It’s an actual intellectual journalist taking proper interest in the girl Chris Evans is with.”

“How rare,” Chris commented with a soft chuckle then proceeded to read the article whereas Anthony headed for his trailer as he was done for the day. Chris read the first paragraph and realized Anthony was right about it being a good article. The whole thing praised you, stating you were “a girl with big dreams and even bigger talents”; they even called you his “forever.” He smiled because he agreed, you were his forever. So what if some of his 'fans’ didn’t support the relationship? He had those who actually saw you for who you were, seeing how successful this relationship was going to be despite the age gap and the difference in social status- not that it mattered considering where you were going to end up once you graduated.

His phone started buzzing under his leg and he put the magazine on Robert’s chair while he reached to answer the call. He smiled when he saw your name and picture pop up on the screen, he found himself admiring your beautiful smile for a little while before he answered. He was missing you, that was for sure. “Good evening, my love.” He greeted and heard you giggle, making his smile reach his eyes. “Aren’t you in a very good mood,” he chuckled, “what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I just like hearing you call me your love,” you admitted and he chuckled again. “Are you filming, am I disturbing you?” You quickly asked before you continued talking, knowing you’d get him in trouble if he was due. It wasn’t like you had anything important to tell him, you just wanted to talk and hear his voice.

“No, I’m free,” he answered. “I’m never not free for you.”

“You keep saying that and Kevin’s going to hate me and fire you,” you giggled, making him laugh. “But I appreciate it, it’s good to hear your voice.” You told him and he smiled, silently agreeing that it was good to hear yours too. “Though I’ve been listening to it for the past hour, it’s still good to hear it.”

“What do you mean you’ve been listening to it for the past hour?”

“Anna’s podcast,” you told him. “You and Jenny could not be more obvious with the fawning,” you teased him and he rolled his eyes, chuckling. “Do we sound like that when we talk?” You quizzed, but didn’t give him time to respond. “God, no wonder Ava calls us insufferable. She says it with a smile so we think she’s joking, but if we sound like that- I don’t think she’s joking.”

Chris could honestly listen to you ramble on about nothing, bombard him with your random thoughts and queries forever, and not get bored. There was just something about you that kept him entertained, so much so that he could even give up Sunday football for that. Now that thought assured him that you were his one true love, 'cause nothing was more important than football and Tom Brady- nothing until you, of course.

“I love you,” Chris chuckled, cutting your rambling short.

You smiled at his sincerity, a little heat even rushed to your cheeks. “I love you too, baby.” He smiled back, then chuckled softly; he was still in awe that you were his fiancée. “And I can’t wait for these next thirty weeks to be over so I can be with you again.”

“Oh, so we’re counting weeks now?” Chris quizzed with an amused smirk, then chuckled when you noised confirmation. “Yeah, I gotcha. For some reason when we used months it seemed as though we added time, like when we were at two- we were really only at seven weeks.” You nodded with pursed lips. “Okay then, thirty weeks it is. I can’t wait to be reunited with you, my love,” he said with a smile that could be heard.

“The feeling is mutual,” you agreed.

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Part 4

Saviour (Ethan)

Summary: Ethan is the bartender and he helps you when you get drugged.
Word Count: 2,731
Warnings: Mentions of drugs.
A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh, sorry for being MIA. But as all of you may know, I’ve recently gotten a new job and on top of that, I’m balancing social life, family time and studies so it’s been hard. Hope you like this though xx

You wore your best dress that you had bought a while ago, saving it for the perfect occasion. Your make-up was done beautifully, heels taller than you were used to and your hair was looking better than ever, fully intending to make the most of this night. The club you had chosen was a new one that had just opened up in your town and even though it had only been there for a week, people were buzzing over it, talking about the great DJ and the amazing drinks. And when you walked through the doors with your friends, you could understand why people had been hyping the place as much as they had. It was dark, the strobe lights blinking and lighting up the dancefloor. The dancefloor was huge, bigger than many of the club’s in town, tiles blinking to the beat of the song in different colors.

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too little too late

pairing: thor x reader

Plot: the reader is in love with Steve and he knows that but he never gives her the time of day so she starts hanging out with Thor (who also happens to have a crush on you) and she starts to develop feelings for him. When Steve notices the reader is spending all of her time with Thor he starts to become jealous and shows up everywhere the reader and Thor are. On the night of one of Tony’s parties Thor makes an announcement that Steve doesn’t like and decides to start a fight with him.

A/n again the first person let me know in the comments how many movies are in the  trilogy will get a personalized fic with the character or actor/actress of their choosing. Here’s the link to the characters/actors I’m accepting requests for

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Originally posted by luvinchris

Today was going to be the day you finally asked Steve out on a date. You have been practicing what you were going to tell him over a dozen time because you wanted it to come out perfectly.

You’ve tried so hard not to make your crush noticeable but you had a feeling he already knew you liked him. For example you would be the first to volunteer when Steve asked for someone to go on a mission for him or running errands for him.

Your heart started racing when you spotted Steve looking through some files while he was walking by “Hey Steve I was wondering if maybe you’d like to grab dinner with me tonight, just the two of us, like a-”

“I can’t I have a mission but maybe some other time” Steve interrupt without looking at you before he left the room. You were so disappointed that he had left without making eye contact with you that you didn’t realize Natasha was standing behind you.

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Wild (Dean Ambrose x Reader)

Do not post this story without my consent (on any site or platform), under any circumstance, unless I specifically told you that you could. Thanks!

A/N: Hiya lovelies! It’s really late so there might be some mistakes here and there but I really wanted to post this before I went to sleep, so here it is! I’ll come back in the morning and fix whatever needs fixin’. This is a request I got from the lovely @reigns420 a few weeks ago, hope you enjoy it!

Prompt:  Can I request Dean Ambrose and female reader go camping and the reader gets scared and has a panic attack? So Dean calms her down by making sweet love to her in the tent. Please and thanks 😉

I hesitated going all in with the panic attack seeing as, in my experience, it doesn’t really scream sexy times to me, and instead it’s more like lookat that, I’m ‘bout to die kinda feeling, but I went with Dean distracting reader from panicking completely like the good guy he is. Cool? Cool.

Warnings: Swearing, mention of anxiety and panic attacks, fluff and smut. 

Word count: 4747

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No One Else - Chapter 2

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

Summary: You find yourself caught in the EXO gang even though you had just finally reached some form of freedom from your family. Will Sehun ultimately destroy your little bit of peace? Or will you join in his gang to find the place that you truly belong?

Scenario: Mafia/ Gang AU, Sehun Leader

Paring: reader x Sehun

Warning: Language - Possibly smut later on

Word Count: 3466

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

(Sehun’s POV)

The world was shaking. I groaned aloud, letting the world know that it should probably stop its movements if it didn’t want me to do something about it. Stupidly, it did not listen to my command, but instead I could now hear something. Was it a voice? It seemed familiar. I tried to pay more attention to understand what it was saying. “Sehun! Sehun! Wake up! What the fuck happened to you! Wake up” The voice sounded panicked, but hearing the person’s voice left me a lot calmer than before. “Chanyeol” Chanyeol stopped his shaking and yelling for a second, then continued a lot more harshly. “Sehun, you there? You alright? Answer me!” he was in fits. Sighing internally, I decided to have a little bit of fun. “Come closer” I croaked out. Chanyeol listened immediately and his ear was right beside my mouth, right where I wanted it. “STOP SCREAMING YOU IDIOT!” I yelled back as loud as I could. Chanyeol flinched backwards and I put a smirk on my face.

Moving to get into a sitting position made me realize how much pain I was in. I winced and exhaled sharply on my way up, making Chanyeol flutter his hands about me to try to help. I flicked them away and tried to give Chanyeol some answers. “That girl can fight.” Was the brilliant response I came up with. Chanyeol’s eyes got big “That girl did this? I thought maybe she was with another group that jumped you! How could she do this to you?” He was right to be shocked, I was still in shock. This girl had experience in fighting. Whether it was professional or street based, I couldn’t tell, but I was determined to find out. “We need to find her, we can’t let her go free. But before that, what happened to Mr. Byer?” Chanyeol’s face became stoic once again “He’s gone, I called the crew to take care of the body. Should be finished within the hour.” “Good, now take me home. I need to wash up and then we will find this mystery girl”.

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Perfect two. NCT Taeyong Soulmate AU.

Originally posted by taeyonghi

As soon as the soulmate’s concept was introduced among the students, everybody was excited to finally get to know the names of their soulmate which were meant to appear on their wrists once the person reached the age of 18 and would eventually meet their opposites,once they were 20. 

Y/n and her friends would often get bored spending their days counting the number of days left till their 18th birthday blessed them with a soulmate. Being high school students, work and studies always kept them too busy to even spare a thought about their soulmates. Y/n would sometimes get some time for herself when she often thought about him. She wondered who would he be, what would be his name or what would he look like. Days went one by one and finally the grand event was officially just 5 days away. To her surprise, her birthday fell on the day of her graduation. She was finally relieved that she would get the answer to her long prayers. Looking at her wrist, she made sure she was on time for her graduation ceremony. Not to mention that her wrist started to darken at a certain place.

The day was tiring yet she was happy that she made a sweet memory that was worth a smile. Smiling she laid on her bed totally forgetting about her wrist. That was until her friend called her asking her about the special person.

She finally gathered up her guts before taking a look at her wrist.

“Lee Taeyong"she whispered looking at the beautiful design that wrapped up the name in a such a beautiful way.

In the past few days, some changes were noticed in Y/n. She smiled more, she laughed more, she wore brighter varieties of clothes. Was it the power of finally finding a soulmate ? What ever it was, she was happy. But what about her other half? Was he aware of her yet?

Y/n was in charge for the whole cabin crew today. Not that it was her first time doing this. She was the head Air hostess at the Asiana airlines for almost a year now. The tattoo on her left wrist was one of the thousand reason why people envied her. Of course very less people got a sophisticated name like she did.

"Good morning ladies and gentle men. I am Y/F/N and I will be your head purser today."She smiled at the passengers. Turning back to the cabin crews. Taeyong was new to all this. It was his first day as a Stewart at the airlines. As a quiet guy who never talked much, his name was unknown to many people. Let alone his whole name.

Taeyong knew it was her. He smiled at her unknown of the fact that she was smiling at him too. For one moment he felt that she was the one he had been waiting for.

As the journey to the next stop proceeded the cabin crew settled down as they had nothing else to do. Talking to each other was one of the few reasons why they felt good even when they had to stay far away from their family all the time.

"Oh hey"Y/n held her hands out so that he can shake it. "Am Lee Taeyong "he said as he shook her hands and pulled up his sleeves to reveal a beautiful black tattoo with her name craved on it. Seeing that, Y/n pulled her sleeves up to reveal his name. "Its you.."She smiled shyly at him biting her lips and looking down the whole time. Taeyong chuckled and whispered "Let’s go on a date? Today? After our working hours are over?"Y/n couldn’t help but smile as she leaned against his chest listening to his heartbeat, finally finding an inner peace.

Full Circle – A Hiddleswift Short Story

He can already feel the exhaustion in his body as he awakens.  He’s tired.  Emotionally.  Physically.  Probably more so than he has been in a long time.  A direct correlation to the little sleep that the past two nights has provided.  But as he forces his eyes open, he instantly moves them to gaze at the cold and empty space beside of him.  

He keeps them there for a few moments before he allows them to flutter shut once more.  And then as he runs an exasperated hand down his face, his mind falls back to the place it has been so many times before over the past two days.

To her.

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Blooper Reel

Hamwriters’ Write-a-thon: AU Day (1)

Pairing: Jordan Fisher x Reader

Word Count: 2,633

Trigger Warnings: None really, just fluff

A/N: Day 1! I’m so excited for this even though I totally procrastinated. Hopefully, I’ll be posting them on time, sometime in the afternoon each day. I can’t wait to read all of your fics, guys! Enjoy this, it’s literally all fluff. The calm before the storm. *cue maniacal laughing*

Originally posted by riotinoakland

There were plenty of things you were fairly sure would never happen at your wedding. One was breakdancing. Another, juggling. It wasn’t like you’d planned the ins and outs of your wedding day since you were a kid. Some things you just knew weren’t going to happen at the sacred ceremony.

But one thing you hadn’t even thought of, was having a toast to YouTube.

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